hargreeves-duncan

[hargreeves-duncan]

⎯⎯ JUST GOT STARTED LOVIN’ YOU

a/n: tried to include the IA billet to keep things truer to canon but my research comes from google so, us naval personnel, feel free to correct me in the replies - other than that, enjoy!

summary: jake comes home early from deployment to a very pretty view

warnings: SMUT 17+, soft!dom!Jake, p in v, (f!) masturbation, use of vibrator, brief mention of homemade porn, lowkey voyeurism, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 2.7k

visual is for vibes only, reader’s appearance is nondescript!

You loved your boyfriend more than anything, and you had nothing but respect for the time and care he’d poured into his military career over the last decade.

But even after all these years, you still couldn’t understand why Jake insisted on volunteering for deployments he didn’t have to take.

He’d argue that it was just part of the job. That when they called, he answered.

This time, he’d been shipped out to the other side of the world, promising to be back in no more than seven months.

An Individual Augmentee billet in international waters - filling a gap in manpower, he’d said. You couldn’t stop him from going and he knew you wouldn’t try.

He’d kissed you goodbye on the curb outside the base, tossed his duffel over one shoulder and waved until he was out of sight.

That was five months ago. And you still had weeks to go before he was in your arms again.

As much as you hated to admit it, you’d been missing more than just Jake’s presence in your home.

You weren’t crazy, of course, you worried about his safety, but the days were long and the nights even longer without his touch. And the dull ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore.

Your own fingers just didn’t cut it anymore. Not even the videos you’d made together could satisfy you the way he could.

Tonight, you’d spent over an hour spread out on your bed, fingers trailing lazily over your clit, as you watched back those homemade videos.

You were painfully worked up, but nothing could tip you over the edge.

Not even the video from your last birthday. God, if you could’ve tattooed it on the inside of your skull, you would’ve.

That day was the one time Jake had let you take the lead - your strong-willed, cocky pilot had unravelled into a desperate, whining mess beneath your touch that day and the memory alone used to be enough to finish you off in minutes.

Not anymore.

You sighed, tossing your phone down and wiping the slick from your thigh as the video ended for the third time with no success on your part.

This was getting ridiculous.

Your gaze drifted across the room to the dresser drawer you’d barely touched since Jake left. Inside sat the stupid gag gift your best friend had insisted you keep - a neon-pink vibrator, shaped like a missile.

You’d laughed when you unwrapped it, both amused and mortified. “You’ll thank me later,” she’d said at the time, winking.

But the silicone projectile had stayed firmly buried in that drawer, untouched since the day it arrived.

The fact that you were even considering it now made you want to pinch yourself. Its name sounded more like a sci-fi movie than something you’d ever want inside you, and yet…

You exhaled through your nose, staring the drawer down like it might back out of the room.

It didn’t.

The ache hadn’t gone away. If anything, it was more insistent than ever. You couldn’t deny your own curiosity any longer.

Your gaze slid to your phone on the mattress beside you, Jake’s face frozen mid-thrust in a paused video, bottoming out inside you. That wasn’t helping.

You quickly clicked your screen off and swung your legs off the bed, marching with irritated determination towards the dresser.

You dug through your underwear drawer until your fingers brushed cardboard. There it was, still in its ridiculous, little box.

Pleasure Protocol Activated.

You had to stifle a snort as you pulled it free. It’s highlighter-pink colour was intimidating, but, it’s size, not so much. It would get the job done.

Your friend was an idiot, at the best of times, but right now you were kind of grateful for her ridiculous sense of humor.

You climbed back onto the bed and sat there for a moment, staring at the toy. You ran your thumb over its smooth, velvety surface and your hand hovered over the power button, hesitant to give in.

You sighed again, for what felt like the hundredth time.

“This is so stupid,” you muttered.

And then you turned it on.

The vibrator whirred to life with a low, steady hum. It was stronger than you’d expected. You bit your lip.

Now or never.

You laid back against the pillows, propping yourself up, heart thudding in your chest as your free hand slowly drifted down, finally giving your body the relief it had been begging for.

The toy pulsed steadily between your legs, warmth blooming through your belly and up your spine. You gasped softly, lips parting as you sank deeper into the pillows.

Your hips rolled, grinding into the toy’s steady buzz. It wasn’t Jake, but God did it felt good.

You tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut, conjuring the sound of his voice and that teasing rasp he always got when he mumbled into your neck, coaxing you apart with nothing but a low murmur.

Your free hand slid beneath your pyjama top, fingers curling over your breast and thumb circling your nipple.

You rolled your hips again, chasing your orgasm, and for a moment, you could almost feel him.

The weight of his body. The scent of his skin. The slow Southern drawl he only used when he was really gone and irreparably horny. You could hear it.

You moaned his name into the humid quiet of the room, “Jake…”

Just as you were reaching your peak, you heard a soft click.

The front door’s lock.

You froze.

You sat up fast, breathless and straining to listen for something more. The front door opened, creaky on its hinges and then there was the echo of boots across the hardwood.

And then Jake’s voice, unmistakable and far too close.

“Honey?”

You scrambled to shut the toy off, fingers slipping uselessly over the button in the wake of your would’ve-been orgasm. The buzz continued dully in your hand as the bedroom door fell open.

Jake stepped inside, sun-kissed, broad-shouldered, and handsome as ever in civilian clothes.

He looked dead tired with low-lidded eyes and stubble creeping along his chin, but the moment he saw you?

He snapped awake.

After five months, you were right in front of him; legs parted, vibrator in hand, covers shoved to your knees, and your vest askew with one strap having slipped completely off of your shoulder.

“…Hi,” you managed, voice small as you finally clicked the vibrator off.

Jake blinked, and then he laughed, “Well, hi to you too, sweetheart.”

He dropped his bag at his feet, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

His stupid grin didn’t falter as he stepped further into the room, watching you pull the duvet up over your hips to hide your bare skin, as if it mattered when he’d already seen it all.

He took a slow step forward, eyes dragging over you, “Miss me that much, huh?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Your brain was still catching up, trying to process that your boyfriend was actually standing right in front of you.

“I thought you said seven months,” you breathed softly, tugging the sheets a little higher in a last-ditch effort to save your dignity.

Jake hummed, bending down to untie his boots, “Got cut short. They found someone else to rotate in early.“

He kicked his boots aside and crossed the room in a few easy strides, eyes never leaving yours, “Figured I’d surprise you.”

He crouched beside the bed, forearms braced on the edge, and that grin softened just enough to show how much he’d missed you and how much he needed you.

“You did,” you whispered, breath caught in your throat as you followed his movements.

“I never meant to interrupt, babydoll.” he leaned closer, eyes flickering between your heaving chest and your parted lips, “But I can’t say I’m sorry for it.”

“I wasn’t-“ you started, then stopped with a short laugh, “I only just started, I swear.”

Jake’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. His eyes flickered to your hand, still hidden behind your back, “That what I think it is?”

You swallowed, fingers twitching antsily around the toy.

Jake chuckled, staring you down, “Sweetheart, you don’t gotta hide it from me.“

“I missed you,” he sighed finally, reaching up to run his hand along your jaw. His thumb brushed gently across your lips, “Missed your voice. Missed this face.”

You leaned into his palm instinctively, letting your eyes flutter shut once more, in his company, “I missed you too. So, so much.”

Jake tilted his head, drawl thickening as it dropped into something hungrier, “Yeah?”

You nodded and his eyes snapped downwards, catching the subtle shift of your thighs pressing together, trying to relieve the friction.

“Then why don’t you show me what you were doin’,” he rasped, “before I got home and spoiled all your fun?”

Your throat went dry at the idea of Jake as your audience. You sat up straighter, still clutching the toy in your hand.

“Hm?” his voice dipped, sweet like honey, “You gonna show me or do you want me to guess what you were gettin’ up to, beautiful?”

You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head, “But you’ve only been home for five minutes.”

“And I’ve been hard for four of ‘em.” he grinned wider, shamelessly, “Show me.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting off a smile, but you didn’t look away as you muttered, “You’re ridiculous.”

He leaned in closer still and his lips curled, as he watched you give in, shifting your legs open a little wider.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough with awe, like you were showing him something holy, “Show me, baby.”

Your fingers trembled slightly as you turned the toy back on. Jake didn’t blink. He stayed crouched beside the bed, completely still, watching as your hand drifted down again and the toy met your clit.

A soft gasp slipped from your lips.

Jake groaned under his breath, “Christ, you are gorgeous.”

You rolled your hips into the pressure, just as you had before his arrival. Only this time, with him kneeling in front of you, everything felt different. The vibrations urged themselves deeper, it was as if your body had re-found its purpose.

Your free hand clutched at the sheets beside you, knuckles tight, and your eyes fluttered as you found your sweet spot.

“Look at you, needy baby,” he cooed, reaching up to brush your thick with the back of his calloused hand.

“Jake…” you gasped, half-embarrassed, half-turned-on from how carefully he tended to you.

His fingers traced slow, soothing circles into your skin, “Keep goin’, babydoll. Don’t stop now.”

You let out a quiet whimper, biting your lip as your rhythm picked up. The pleasure built up and up and, when your eyes met his, you felt your pussy clench around nothing.

Jake swallowed hard, “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, breath caught in your throat, and his hand moved to cradle your calf, grounding you, as his palm ran over the smooth skin.

“Come on, my pretty girl,” he whispered, coaxingly, “Let go for me.”

That did it.

Your back arched, thighs trembling, your breath stuttering out of you in broken pieces as you came undone messily under his watch.

Jake didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just watched, like a man witnessing a miracle.

You were still catching your breath, chest heaving, when he finally did move. He stood slowly, his knees cracking as he rose from the floor, never once letting his eyes leave you.

He reached down, took the toy gently from your trembling hand and set it aside without a word. His fingers brushed gently over yours.

“You okay?” he asked, tone softening as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nodded, dazed and Jake smiled against your skin, “Good.”

He climbed onto the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress beside your hip. His hands found the hem of your top and lifted it slowly, giving you every chance to stop him. When you didn’t, he pulled it off entirely and tossed it aside.

His mouth soon descended on your chest, warm lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of your breast.

You gasped as his tongue flicked over your nipple and he hummed in approval, pleased with every sound you offered him.

He suckled gently, licking each nipple in turn, never breaking eye contact. He’d always had a fixation on your tits, and tonight was no exception.

“You always get so sensitive after,” he mumbled against your skin, kissing lower, down your ribs and along your belly, “Twitchin’ away for me, it’s so cute.”

“Jake…” you whispered, reaching for him but he caught your hand, threading his fingers through yours, and holding it firmly away.

“No rushing, baby,” he murmured, eyes flicking up as he settled between your thighs, “Let me take care of you.”

You opened your mouth to protest- to tell him he didn’t have to, that you’d already just finished once - but then his tongue met you, and your entire body malfunctioned.

He groaned at the earthy taste of you, letting his hands slide beneath your thighs to hold you open for him.

You moaned, your breath breaking apart in your throat as your hips rolled into his mouth, seeking more.

“Easy,” Jake murmured, lips already slick, “Relax, babydoll. Been so long… wanna give you another ‘fore I do anything else.”

His tongue was unrelenting, moving with deliberate care and tracing lazy circles that sent shivers straight to your core. His breath was warm against your skin, his lips soft but insistent as he dipped in and out of you.

You reached up, threading your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer without a second thought. You ground against his face, searching desperately for more friction, and Jake responded immediately by brushing his nose against your clit.

“God, you taste like heaven,” he murmured against your folds, voice thick with need.

Jake’s hands slid up your sides, fingertips skimming over the curves of your waist and ribs, as if memorizing every inch of you.

His mouth moved back to your clit, flicking and sucking with increasing urgency that made your breath stutter.

“Come all over this handsome face, baby,” he groaned, voice low and husky, “I wanna drown in you.”

You mewled, thighs clenching around Jake’s head as he smirked against your cunt, eyes closed, working tirelessly to push you over the edge.

His chin was slick with your arousal by now and you couldn’t help but let out another soft moan.

“So fucking pretty,” he purred, licking a slow stripe up your skin, “let me drink you up.”

With a final, desperate shudder, you spilled over the edge, trembling beneath him and babbling a series of unintelligible cries.

Jake didn’t stop. He kept licking, gentle now, soothing, until you were breathing easy again.

He lifted his head and captured your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, but you knew you weren’t done yet.

You could already feel him growing hard against your thigh, the weight of his cock unmistakable.

He shifted his weight, hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts once again, his large palms kneading gently.

“You ready for me, baby?”

You nodded, breath catching in your throat as you felt the head of him press against your entrance.

Slowly, he pushed inside, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. That familiar, heavenly stretch of Jake’s cock was exactly what you’d been missing.

His eyes locked with yours, searching for any sign you wanted him to stop but you simply pushed him in deeper. He moaned softly, burying his face in your chest.

Jake’s breath hitched as he started to pick up the pace, hips rocking against yours, each thrust making your eyes roll back.

“You feel so good,” he growled against your skin, “Been dreamin’ about this every damn day since I left.”

Your hands slid down his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt and you grabbed tightly, nails pressing into his skin.

The rhythm built between you, slow and steady, then harder, faster.

Jake’s grip tightened on your hips, pulling you flush against him as you both lost yourself in the raw, aching need you’d held onto for months.

With a guttural groan, he buried himself deeper inside of you, whispering your name like a prayer.

Thank the Lord for getting him back to you in one, painfully hard, piece.

[hargreeves-duncan]

NEED THAT 🙏

[hargreeves-duncan]

This is so stupid, but I just wanted to write something silly about my favorite boy <3

"Bob?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have a stash of stolen things?"

"It's my horde." He shrugged and set his book down beside him. "Why, you don't have one?"

Your expression twisted into one of pure confusion. "What the fuck, Bob?" Your gaze never once left the corner of his so-called 'horde,' and you frowned as you caught sight of the one particular pair of panties that you'd spent minutes looking for earlier that day.

"You motherfucker, you stole my underwear?!"

Once again, Bob simply shrugged.

You were almost tempted to get up and rifle through his horde, but you had a feeling he wouldn't appreciate that. Besides, who were you to mess with a man's horde anyway? "So, why exactly do you have this?"

His expression then grew serious. "The void demands it." He stated, his voice low and his gaze dark. But he couldn't help but burst out into laughter once he saw your shocked expression. "Nah, I'm just a kleptomaniac "

"You know this is why John calls you a raccoon."

"Anddd that's why I stole his favorite pair of socks." Bob smirked and proudly pointed to one of his most prized possessions—besides from your underwear—John's stupid star spangle banner themed socks.

You slapped your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from giggling. "Oh my god, that's amazing."

"I know right, I'm just so wonderful."

[hargreeves-duncan]

[hargreeves-duncan]

⎯⎯ CHALLENGERS PLAYLIST

summary: songs with techno elements/2000s releases to get you in the challengers mood

- Challengers: Match Point - Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross

- i finally understand - Charli xcx

- Princess Going Digital - Amaarae

- One Of Your Girls - Troye Sivan

- The Points That Matter - Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross

- LCA - The Dare

- Supernature (Instrumental CLIMAX edit) - Cerrone

- I Feel Love - Donna Summer

- Smalltown Boy - Bronski Beat

- Compress / Repress - Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross

- Can’t Get You out of My Head - Kylie Minogue

- Hung Up - Madonna

- Let Me Think About It - Ida Corr, Fedde Le Grand

- What You Waiting For? - Gwen Stefani

[hargreeves-duncan]

⎯⎯ JUST WHAT I NEEDED PT. 2

a/n: FINALLY, here’s the part two with jake’s sisters!! enjoy

summary: announcing your engagement to jake’s sisters over dinner

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 2.4k

pt. 1

visual is for vibes only, reader’s appearance is nondescript!

The kitchen barely fit everyone in it.

The Seresins might’ve been a wealthy family, but even their spacious farmhouse kitchen wasn’t built to accommodate three sisters, a husband, two kids, Carol Ann, George, you and Jake all at once.

The twins were the first to come barreling through the front door into the kitchen, a flurry of cries of ‘Uncle Jakey!’ and ‘Miss Y/N!’ following them.

“Hey, guys!” Jake grinned brightly, crouching down and opening his arms wide. They tumbled into his waiting arms, bursting with giggles, and he wrapped them up into a tight, bear hug.

Jake held them close for a moment, savouring the feeling of being back home with his family again, before pulling back, keeping an arm around each of them.

“Look at you two,” he pressed a kiss to Georgia Lee and Wyatt’s foreheads in turn, “Are you growing like crazy or am I shrinking?”

“You’re shrinking!” Georgia replied, laughing as she leaned against her uncle.

Wyatt nodded along to his sister’s words, as if they were indisputable, “It’s true. Grandpa said it’s what happens when you get old.”

“I’m not old!” Jake protested, his smile suddenly dropping into a dramatic frown, “I’m 34!”

“Exactly, Uncle Jakey. You’re super old now.” Wyatt said gently, as if breaking the news. He wandered over to you and wrapped his little arms around your waist instead.

Jake’s jaw was on the floor - you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Lord, they’ve already got him on the ropes,” called a familiar voice.

Pregnant with her third child, Savannah entered the house behind her twins, sighing softly. She was absolutely glowing - looking elegant in a dove-white dress, her blonde curls trailing over her shoulders.

Her husband, Mark, followed behind, looking significantly less enthusiastic as he balanced a tote bag, a rainbow, glittery, sequinned backpack (belonging to Georgia Lee) and a cake tray through the entryway.

“Savannah,” Jake moaned from the floor, Georgia Lee still clinging to his neck, “Would you mind teaching your boy how to respect his uncle?”

“When his uncle learns how to respect his mother,” she shot back, hands on her hips as she stared down her baby brother, “I haven’t had a phone call from you in months, Jake Seresin.”

Jake scooped up his niece onto his hip and stood, wrapping his free arm around Savannah in a tight hug, “Yeah, noted. I’m sorry, Sav, really.”

She softened and pecked his cheek, leaving a pink kiss mark across it, “It’s fine. But we worry about you.”

You took Wyatt onto your own hip with a soft grunt of effort, standing at Jake’s side. Savannah’s face instantly softened with relief.

“If I didn’t know you had this angel watching over you, I’d have called a search party by now.”

She wrapped her arms around you warmly, resting her head on your shoulder, “Thank you for taking care of him, sweetheart. Lord knows he needs it.”

Over your shoulder, Savannah continued to glare daggers at her brother, mouthing something terrible.

Jake held a hand up in shock, glancing back at his mother, “Ma! Did you just see that? Did you see what she just called me?”

His mother was deep in conversation with Mike as they set out a key lime pie beside her pecan one, tutted at the interruption, “Oh, Jakey, settle down. She didn’t call you nothing.”

“Yeah, Jakey, come on, this is family time.” Savannah teased with a smirk, returning to her husband’s side.

“Unbelievable,” Jake sighed, looking down at his niece on his hip for backup, “You saw that, right?”

Georgia Lee nodded against his chest and Jake shook his head with a dramatic exhale.

When he turned around, he nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a sharp cry, “Jesus H. Christ!”

Hallie stood there, smiling softly and adjusting the tartan sleeves of her shirt.

“Hallie, when did you get there?”

“Oh! I… I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Course you have.” Jake muttered, setting Georgia onto the floor again. He pulled Hallie into a hug, “Jesus, Hal, you gotta stop sneakin’ up on people like that.”

Still dusted in the dirt from her workday, she left faint smudges on Jake’s freshly-pressed dress shirt. The longer these greetings went on, the more of a sisterly memoir his outfit was becoming.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Before his gentlest sister could get a word in, the front door swung open again, followed by the sing-song of Lauren’s voice; “Your favourite child has arrived!”

Jake groaned, tipping his head back, like he was praying for the strength to be patient, “Here we go…”

She was coated from head to toe in denim, her plump lips glossed and her blonde hair styled to perfection. She breezed into the kitchen like some force of nature.

Wyatt squirmed in your arms and you quickly got the hint, setting him down just in time for him to sprint across the farmhouse to his auntie.

“Why aren’t the rest of ya’ll greeting me like my handsome nephew?” she joked, tossing her keys into a bowl and dropping a kiss on his cheek. “Hi, honey.”

You looped your arm through the nearest Seresin - Hallie, whose brown plaits knocked softly against your shoulder - and watched as Jake opened his mouth to deliver some snarky comment, only to be cut short.

Because walking in behind Lauren, in a bomber jacket and looking slightly unsure of what to do with herself, was Natasha Trace.

Phoenix.

Your fiancé’s coworker, reluctant friend, and the very woman Jake had been trying to set his sister up with since the day he’d met her.

Jake’s mouth dropped open like someone had unplugged his brain, “Phoenix?!”

Natasha smiled amusedly, nodding her head in greeting, “Bagman. It’s good to see you.”

Jake staggered back a step, pointing at Lauren with full dramatic offence, “You brought her?”

“Yeah,” Lauren shrugged, glancing back at Natasha, “I figured it was time.”

“You- you-“ Jake turned to you like you might back him up, completely gobsmacked, “Babydoll, Lauren brought Phoenix.”

You smiled, trying not to laugh, “I can see that.”

Natasha smile deepened as her arm slid possessively around Lauren’s waist.

Carol Ann’s eyes sparkled as she looked between the two women. “Well, would you look at that!”

“This house is just full of love today. I love it, George! I just love it! Having all my happy babies under one roof.” she smiled warmly, placing her hands over her heart.

Jake, stared incredulously between his teammate and his sister, “This whole time? You’ve been dating this whole time?”

“Six months,” Lauren replied breezily, plucking a grape off the centerpiece like she hadn’t just upended her baby brother’s entire matchmaking career, “I wanted to be sure before I brought her home, I know how attached you all can get.”

Jake gaped, looking betrayed on a cosmic level, “I tried to set you two up for years. You both told me to drop it!”

Natasha shrugged, folding her arms over her chest as she stepped closer, “Well, we needed time to work things out without the trauma of your involvement.”

“Okay, ouch.” Jake put a hand over his heart, but he was smirking cockily now, “This means I was right the whole time about you two though.”

“Don’t push it,” Lauren and Natasha said in perfect unison.

You chuckled, squeezing Hallie’s arm before stepping forward and wrapping Natasha in a hug, “Welcome to the family.”

“Thanks,” Natasha murmured against your shoulder, “You’re sure it’s safe?”

“Jury’s still out on that one.” you grinned, “but it’s a hell of a ride to come along for.”

Carol Ann clapped her hands together once, beaming. “Alright! Now that the surprises are out of the way, let’s get this table set. There’s enough of ya.”

“I can’t believe this,” Jake muttered to himself as he herded Wyatt and Georgia Lee toward the table, “Years of hard work and I don’t get any credit for trying.”

George, who had been mostly quiet up to now, passed by with a bottle of wine and patted his son on the shoulder, “We know you tried, boy. Sometimes it just takes a Seresin woman to get things done.”

Brushing past Jake’s arm, Georgia Lee held a stack of plates that was clearly too tall for her.

Jake’s eyes widened as he steadied her arms, “Whoa there, Georgia Lee - what kind of superhuman do you think you are? Let’s not test gravity tonight, alright?”

“But I can do it, Uncle Jakey!”

“I know you can, sweetheart. Just… maybe take three instead of twelve? How’s that?” he said, patting her head and taking sole possession of the plates.

Across the kitchen, Carol Ann was handing out cutlery like a general assigning battle stations; “Wyatt, baby, come do these napkins for Grandma. Hallie, sweetheart, get those vegetables plated up. Savannah, glasses. Lauren - you’re not off-duty just because you brought a girlfriend.”

“I brought the girlfriend,” Lauren corrected, winking at Natasha.

“That doesn’t get you out of chores,” her mother replied sweetly, handing her a tray of cornbread.

Jake helped George uncork the wine, muttering under his breath, “Six months. And nobody said anything.”

“Oh, get over yourself, Jakey,” Savannah snorted, laying out water pitchers, “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m wounded, which is completely different. I was never meddling! I was matchmaking! It’s a service. I deserved to know about the fruit of my labour.”

Mark chuckled as he helped one of the twins into their chair, “Don’t take it too hard, Jake. They got together, that’s what you wanted - who cares when they told you?”

“I do,” Jake hissed childishly, pouring the wine.

Carol Ann clapped her hands, satisfied as everyone began to take their seats, “Alright, alright, everyone sit down before this roast goes cold. Jakey, sweetheart, carve the meat.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded, shooting you a look and a wink as he stood.

The table filled with the hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and passing dishes as people plated up.

“Georgia Lee! You leave your brother’s cornbread alone, now, you hear me?” Savannah said sternly, glancing over the table at her daughter as she made a sneaky pass at her brother’s food.

“But, Ma, he’s not even gonna eat it!” Georgia Lee protested, whining, her hand hovering over Wyatt’s plate.

Savannah sighed, “Well, you still have to ask him first, Georgia. Mark, tell her.”

Mark nodded, pointing his knife at her,“Listen to your mother, Georgia Lee. Be nice and ask your brother.”

It felt like five hundred conversations were happening at the dinner table all at once. Finally, Jake sat, having carved all the meat.

“You know,” he said, eyes sweeping across his chaotically wonderful family, “this is kinda perfect.”

Carol Ann beamed at him from across the table, “Of course it is, baby. We’re all here together - it’s nice.”

She pointed her fork at him, tucking into her meat with a satisfied smile, “Now… I think it’s a good time for that full proposal story,”

“Proposal story?” Lauren’s eyebrows shot up, darting across the table. Hallie paused mid-bite, and Savannah nearly dropped her fork.

Jake cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he said, nonchalantly, “Well… yeah, Y/N and I got engaged a couple weeks ago.”

A chorus of surprised gasps and exclamations filled the room.

“Wait - engaged? Since when?” Savannah leaned forward, eyes wide and sparkling.

“What? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Lauren said, half-laughing, half-shocked, exchanging a glance with her girlfriend.

“All this time?” Hallie added, laughing.

You exchanged a quick smile with Jake, who looked amused, “You’re tellin’ me that none of you noticed the giant fuc-“

You kicked Jake’s shin, nodding in the direction of his niece and nephew. He bit his tongue, grinning, “Freaking. Giant freaking rock on her hand.”

Savannah leaned back, shaking her head with a grin, “Jakey, I’m impressed. You really kept this under wraps.”

Jake shrugged, pretending to be modest, “Had to. I knew I’d be bombarded with questions and advice for weeks as soon as I told you.”

“Well, you were were right. I’ve already got a colour scheme in mind for the wedding.” Savannah grinned, winking at you across the table.

“And I’m sure it’s lovely,” Carol Ann beamed, cutting a slice of roast, “But, right now, I’m just dying to hear this proposal story.”

Jake leaned back in his chair, glancing around the table as all eyes locked onto him expectantly, “Alright, alright, settle in,” he chuckled, nodding toward his mother, “Since Ma has declared it story time…”

You gave him a look that said be nice and don’t embellish, but he knew the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth meant he could get away with murder right now.

“So,” Jake began, “We were on vacation a few weeks back, just the two of us. I’d been sitting on the ring for a while by then, biding my time.”

“And I kept hearing her casually mention all these things she liked: sunsets, quiet spots, picnics, champagne… subtle things,” he smirked, looking over at you.

“Oh, don’t say it like that,” you laughed, “I wasn’t being that obvious.”

Jake looked around the table, clearly unconvinced, “Y’all, she showed me her Pinterest board that was full of all the things she wanted on her wedding day.”

His sisters laughed, Savannah waving him on impatiently, “Alright, alright, Romeo. Get to the good part.”

“Right. So I find this stretch of private beach - real secluded, real quiet - and I tell her we’re just going for a casual afternoon. I make it sound low-key. ‘Wear flip-flops,’ I say. Meanwhile, I’ve got flowers, champagne, a cooler with all her favorite snacks… and I’m wearing Grandpa’s watch.”

That got a few knowing looks and nods.

“You wore that old thing?” George asked, raising an eyebrow at his son.

Jake nodded, “Yessir, I sure did. It was a special occasion.”

Carol Ann smiled proudly, already misty-eyed. George’s typical frown softened slightly.

“So we’re sitting on the blanket, sun’s setting, and I’m sweating like hell, tryin’ not to give anything away.” he looked at you, grinning wider, “And she’s just picking at these cheese cubes like nothing’s going on.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!” you chimed in, laughing.

“I know you weren’t, babydoll, that’s the point,” he patted your thigh, “Anyways, I wait ‘til the sky turns that pinky-orange color she likes, and I pull the ring out of my pocket and get down on one knee.”

Hallie gave a little gasp, hands clasped in front of her. Lauren mouthed finally at Natasha.

“And?” Carol Ann prompted, tears brimming in her eyes.

Jake turned toward you again, softer now, “And she said yes. Best moment of my life.”

You reached over, brushing your fingers across his, smiling fondly, “It was pretty perfect. I couldn’t stop smiling, I was so happy. I still am so happy.”

There was a pause, warm and full and happy, before Savannah wiped under her eye and said, “Alright, well, now I’m crying into the green beans, so, thanks for that.”

Lauren smirked, raising her wine glass, “To the future Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.”

And the glasses clinked all around.

tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @purplefluffycows

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I need a Thunderbolts* Breakfast club au so bad.

We even got the perfect stand in for vice principal Vernon

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Will Poulter for ‘All Over Me’ promo via TikTok @/haimtheband

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Generations of pilots

Bill Pullman as President Thomas J. Whitmore in Independence Day(1996) dir. Roland Emmerich

Lewis Pullman as Lieutenant Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd in Top Gun: Maverick(2022) dir. Joseph Kosinski

(A sticker design of Bob’s helmet will be available on Etsy soon! Along with all the others of the dagger squad!)

Little gift I whipped together for @thespillingvoid!!

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𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

I am doing this short series for Sam, Tommy, Ray, Erik and Elliott. STAY TUNED!! I know warfare was set in 2006 but just work with me here.

Other snaps

Snap 1: Him under a helmet, sunburnt, squinting into the camera:

“guess who forgot sunscreen like a rookie”

Snap 2: A beat-up journal open on his lap with a blurred-out sentence and:

“you don’t get to see this part yet.”

Private Snap: A half-face photo, eyes soft, caption just says:

“come home to me.”

@cosmosbabydoll

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⎯⎯ ADAM WARLOCK PLAYLIST

summary: showing adam some of ‘the classics’ from terra

visual is for vibes only, reader’s appearance is nondescript!

- Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys

- Hooked on a Feeling - Blue Swede, Björn Skifs

- I Want To Break Free - Queen

- Isn’t She Lovely - Stevie Wonder

- You Make My Dreams (Come True) - Daryl Hall & John Oates

- Crazy On You - Heart

- Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds

- Do You Believe in Magic? - The Lovin’ Spoonful

- Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

- Right Back Where We Started From - Maxine Nightingale

- Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

- The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

- Stayin Alive - Bee Gees

- You Sexy Thing - Hot Chocolate

honourable mention:

- Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

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Lewis Pullman in Water Rises (2023) dir. Wyatt Winborne

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me with congressman bucky barnes

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ husband? never heard of him.

When Jake stumbles into your office attempting to flirt with you, all you can do is humor the fact that your husband seems to have forgotten you.

▸ PAIRING: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Wife!Reader ▸ WARNINGS: Pure fluff, slight amnesia, injured Jake, sexual jokes ▸ WORD COUNT: 1.6K ▸ A/N: wrote a quick small idea because i love a good secret relationship and a flirty hangman

The crash outside piques your curiosity. You abandon the latest report you’re working on and get up to swing open your door right on time for a certain blonde aviator to spill into the infirmary. Jake barging into your office is not news; he barges in probably more than he really should, particularly when you’re with patients.

“Boundaries” becomes the most used word in your relationship. 

Only thing is, this time, he’s looking at you with big, surprised eyes. The tinges of blue around his emerald eyes are even more prominent when they’re blown up. “Who allowed you to look this good, Doc,” he says with a swagger in his step, eyes droopy now as he leans against the doorframe. 

Before you can question him, Rooster walks through the door, a pitying look at Jake. “He’s on the good stuff. Maybe too much of it.” You quirk an eyebrow. “Sedatives.”

Your eyes dart briefly to Jake who is still eyeing you with interest but now he has taken over your chair, propping his chin up on his palm with his elbow on your desk. That smug smile, albeit a little sleepier, is still plastered across his face. 

“He crashed earlier–” The smile wipes off your face quickly and Rooster instantly adds, “Nothing big, managed to get out, but he landed wrong cause he ejected too close to the ground. We had to take him to the hospital. Most of it’s around his ribs, but he’s okay.” 

Drifting over to Jake, you cup his face and tilt him to look up at you. While he’s busy giving you dark, flirty glances, you are checking him for any signs of permanent damage. He has a few scratches on his face, you notice now the new band-aid he’s sporting on his cheek. 

You’re on your knees then and you’re slowly unbuttoning his uniform. If he’s really injured here, he should probably be wearing something more breathable. You remember he packed an extra short-sleeved shirt this morning. 

“Whoa, at least take me out to dinner first,” Jake teases, which earns a roll of your eyes. 

“Told his dumb ass he should be going straight home but he insisted on making a pit stop here. Something about getting a second look. He might’ve also said something along the lines of visiting the pretty doctor.” Your eyes snap up to Rooster, who holds his hands up in defense. “His words, not mine.”

Humored, you look at him playfully, accusingly. “So you don’t think I’m pretty?”

“That’s not what I said!” Rooster immediately replies, face flushing crimson. “Anyways, before I dig a deeper hole for myself, I’m going to leave him in your very capable hands. Whenever he’s done, one of the guys can drop him off at home.”

“I’m going to wrap up soon so I've got him, don’t worry.”

“You got his address?”

You fight to keep a straight face. “Yeah, it’s on his records.”

“Awesome, thanks, Doc. See you tomorrow.” With that, Rooster makes his exit, the door slamming shut behind him.

You wait a moment and thank the heavens that Jake has the false reputation of being an incorrigible flirt. That will hopefully throw off any suspicion of your relationship. 

When you know you’re in the clear, you inspect Jake a little more closely. There are bandages wrapped around his abdomen and you wonder how severe the accident was if they had to give him sedatives. Then again, it’s entirely possible that Jake was being a little bitch and they gave it to him just to shut his mouth.

Aside from the minor injuries, he seems to be in pretty good shape. Physically at least.

Mentally – you look up at him and he’s still smiling stupidly at you – he’s perhaps not quite there yet.

“Jake, honey, I’m going to need to move you to the bed.”

“So soon?” His eyes blow up comically before the expression falls away to a confident grin. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

A disgruntled sigh slips past your lips. Even when he’s drugged up, he still manages to be insufferable. You position his arm around your shoulders and slowly help him to his feet. Jake leans his weight on you, but more so because he really likes being this close to you. The man is heavy to say the least. All six feet of him. You lead him carefully towards the infirmary bed with him nuzzling into your hair the entire time. 

He hums thoughtfully and grins against the side of your head. His hot breath tickles your neck right as you plop him on top of the comforter. He avidly refuses to lie down, instead scooching his way in until he’s sat with his back against the wall. 

Jake turns to you, grinning smugly with teeth in full view.

“Damn, darlin’, you smell so good. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You’re just sitting down on the edge of the bed when you hear it and freeze. “Come again?”

“Sweetheart, we haven’t even come once,” Jake retorts, seeming all too pleased with his joke. The ‘we’ is cute, very considerate of him to include both of you in the conversation. However, you’re too distracted by his question. 

“You’re asking me if I have a boyfriend.” You repeat, incredulous. 

Jake nods aggressively, likely jumbling his head even worse. 

A smile tilts the corner of your lips. You raise your left hand, showing him the back of it. “I’m married actually.”

“Married?” He gasps, completely aghast. He looks crestfallen and then stares at the ring in annoyance. “I mean, of course, you’d be married. You’re so smart, and so pretty. You also embarrassed Rooster? God, you’re fuckin’ perfect. Who’s the lucky person? Do I know them? Are they on base?”

“You do know him, very well in fact. He is on base.”

A growl rises from his throat. “He better watch his back, I’ll get him if he even thinks about slipping once.”

“Really? How would you do that?”

“I could fight him.”

You chuckle. “Right, you’ll fight him. That might be a little hard.”

“Why is that?”

“He’s pretty tough. He’s tall. Very strong. Very handsome too.”

Jake scowls. “Alright, so he’s Mr. Perfect because you’re also perfect. Well, if I ever catch him not being perfect, I’m going to swoop in for the kill. Neither of you will ever see me coming.”

A grin stretches across his face at your laugh. “Good to know, Seresin. I’ll make sure to warn him.”

“Hm, so you’re really married,” Jake repeats again in a deep, disappointed sigh. He takes your left hand in both of his, looking down at the spectacular rock on your hand. He lets out a low whistle before he grimaces, realizing who he’s complimenting. 

Actually, not even realizing who he’s complimenting. 

“He did good, your husband.” Jake turns your hand, letting the diamond catch the sunlight. The facets sparkle, speckling the room with blinding polka dots. “Gorgeous ring for a gorgeous girl.”

Heat creeps up your cheeks. “Thank you.” You pause before dropping another bomb on him. “I should also probably tell you that you’re also married.”

Jake jerks back, nearly getting whiplash from how quickly he turns to look at you. “I am? To who? I think I’d know if I was married.”

“A very lucky woman.” 

“Well, shit.” Jake grunts. “Well, if I married her, then I’m sure she’s as perfect as you.”

“Probably more alike than you think,” you mutter under your breath. 

Jake is smiling at you softly and you see his eyes begin to close. His eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open. It’s as if he is striving to commit your face to memory. “I think I’m kinda sleepy, Doc.”

“Well, you best get your rest then.” 

“When I wake up, if you happen to be single, you let me know right away. Or even before I wake up, that might just do the trick.”

“You got it, Hangman.”

–

“I had the strangest dream,” Jake tells you on your drive home. 

He’s in the passenger seat, his head still spinning a little from the heavy slumber. He had woken up when everyone else was long gone and found you flipping through your novel, waiting for him. He didn’t seem to remember what happened just an hour prior, so you let it play out, told him he just slept the entire time. 

“Hm, what about?”

“I was flirting with this woman,” he says, sounding even more confused than you should be. “I promise, sweetheart, I’d never hit on anyone else. I haven’t hit on anyone else, not since that time I flirted with you when you first joined.” 

You hide your smile, focusing instead on the road. “Yeah, was she pretty?”

Clearly, a part of him does think so because he hesitates before responding. “Would you be upset if I said she was? I can’t even remember her face. I just remember thinking she was so fuckin’ stunning.” 

“Should I be concerned about this fictional woman?” 

“Definitely not,” Jake scoffs, crossing his arms over your chest. “Dream woman could never compare to you. The real deal.” 

You let out a little mm-hmm as you pull out something from your pocket. His dog tag dangles from your hand, glimmering right next to the wedding band he keeps around his neck. “Rooster gave it to me before he left. Said you dropped it in your landing.”

He gratefully accepts the necklace and clasps it around his neck. “Thank you, did he ask about the–you know.” 

“You mean your wedding ring? The one you’ve been wearing since you married me a year ago? The one you keep secret from your squadmates because no one knows you’re married and you let them believe you’re still a cocky, unbearable flirt?” 

Jake laughs. “That’s the one.”

“Yes.”

“And what did you say?”

You smirk, “Told him it was a purity ring.”

“Darlin’,” he groans, “I have a reputation to maintain.”

divider credit: @cursed-carmine