#ceo hangman

[thedroneranger]

hello my love! i’m so sorry for the delay in sending this over for your moodboard celebration, but i just wanted to say, a huge congratulations again! i’m so, so happy for you 🥹💗🫶🏼

i wondered if i could be terribly self indulgent and kindly request a moodboard for ceo!hangman, based off my hc here! thank you so much my love! 💗

S E B ! This request is indulgent for both of us—ahh! Your CEO Hangman headcanon is just... p e r f e c t , so thank you for entrusting me to make a moodboard for him 🖤 💐

Wealth Whispers | Jake "Hangman" Seresin | requested by @sebsxphia | CEO Hangman headcanon

The Drone Ranger’s Moodboard Mania

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[diadotcom]

thinking about rooster’s eyes flicking down to hangman’s smirk(lips) and then smirking back. again.

[ddejavvu]

I finished watched Top Gun yesterday, and I promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with a certain cocky dirty blond guy with beautiful eyes but I did 😔

So can I ask for ceo au with Jake Seresin who hits on secretary!reader each single day since she started working for him? Please 💕

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

we all say we won't fall for hangman but we all do <333

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"What can I do for you, sir?"

Every day you ask Mr. Seresin the same question, and every day, he gives you the same answer.

"Sit there and look pretty, darlin'." He grins, the expression welcoming despite the teasing glint in his eyes, "Was wonderin' when you'd show up today."

"I'm here on time, sir." Your palms sweat as you rub them against your pressed pants, glancing nervously at the clock on his wall. 7:30 AM, not a second late.

"Yesterday you came early," He muses, and you set your bag down on the floor beside your desk, "You were here before me, and I saw you yawning even after two cups of coffee. I'm glad you slept in today."

"I'm sorry, sir." You cringe at the mention of your less-than-stellar presence the day before, "It won't happen again. I'll be more alert from now on."

He groans lightly, "Can't you see I'm not berating you? You think everything that comes out of my mouth is a criticism."

You're only made more nervous by his harsh tone, and you peer nervously at him, "And that's... not?"

He seems to recognize the hypocrisy he'd spoken with, chiding you for feeling chided; "That was the one and only time I've ever criticized you, Y/N."

"You said I was too tired yesterday."

"I said I'm glad you got enough sleep today."

"You told me my shoes weren't office-appropriate."

"I asked you how you could manage walking on heels all day without breaking your ankle on the stairs."

"You told me not to wear a skirt."

"I told you it was casual Friday, and you could swap it for a pair of sweatpants if that would make you more comfortable."

"You told me I park too close to the building."

"I said it would be nice to have more time to talk with you when I walk you to your car."

"Sir," Your shoulders slump in defeat, "I can't do anything right."

"You can't do anything wrong," He insists, leaning forwards across his desk, "Y/N, you really think I was insulting you all those times? Getting on your back? Bossing you around?"

"That's your job," You supply meekly, shuffling papers around so as not to have to look him in the eyes, "You're the boss."

"Then I order you to look at me." He decides, and your chest seizes up at the command. You do so, throat running dry as you try swallowing with it.

"I've never meant any insult towards you," His eyes pierce you where you sit, stuck tight on your face, "I meant them all as compliments. I meant for you to understand that I cared about you. That I wanted you to like it here. That we were friends, Y/N, are we not friends?"

"You're the boss," You repeat, "Bosses aren't supposed to be friends with the people beneath them."

"Says who?" He raises a brow, "The boss? That's me, Y/N, and I decide who I'm friends with."

"And you say you're mine?"

Jake nods, holding your curious stare with an intense one of his own. The apprehension on your face is equal parts heartbreaking and flattering to him; he doesn't want you to be scared of him but he's almost proud that you are. Heartbreak wins out, and he adds; "I'm not gonna bite your head off, darlin'. You can relax a bit."

You let out a sigh as you follow his instructions, shoulder tension leaking out of your muscles as you settle into your seat. You drop your eyes to shuffle more through files you're supposed to attend to, but this time it doesn't feel evasive on your end, it feels comfortable. He's not sure whether you feel his prolonged stare even after you've glanced away, but you don't re-engage your own, if you do.

Jake takes it as a personal win when you check your phone in front of him an hour later. It's only for a fleeting moment, but before you'd have the device stashed away like he was going to rip if from your hands, and now you'd had the confidence to glance at the screen in plain sight.

However, Jake takes it as a loss that you grin at the screen, the smile lingering even as you turn back to the computer. His fingers itch to look at the device himself - maybe he really would rip it from your hands - just to see who'd made you smile like that. He makes it his personal mission to produce the same expression on your face twice before the end of the day, just to prove himself better than whatever bore had your attention for that split second.

He won't ever find out that you'd been grinning at a picture of your newborn niece, but you'll enjoy laughing at his cheesy jokes three times before noon.

[bussyslayer333]

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summary: jake has a thing for his new assistant.

pairing: ceo!jake seresin x assistant!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smutt,, maybe power play?? he’s ur boss,, daddy kink lol, swearing and some creepy work guys. MDNI 18+

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Jake should have never hired you. He was pretty sure you were the least efficient assistant he’d ever had. But every time he brought you into his office to fire you, you looked up at him with your big eyes and simpered,

“Yes, Mr Seresin?”

He crumbled. You made Jake Seresin a weak, weak man. You were fresh out of college and definitely too young for him, but your tight pencil skirts and blouses that always had at least one button more that needed to be done up always had him slightly dizzy.

He was currently watching you through the glass door to the copy room, bent over the photocopier on the 10th floor trying to unjam whatever document you had probably stuck in the wrong port. Mike, the creepy tech support was stood behind you offering increasingly unhelpful advice. You stood back up with a huff and turned to Mike,

“Are you sure there’s a reset button all the way down there?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,”

Jake watches as you shrug and bend back over trying to look for the “reset button”. He also watches as Mike’s hand slides low on your back, that’s when he decides to make himself known.

“Everything alright?”

Mike immediately backs off from you and prays that you don’t open your mouth. To his dismay, you snap back up immediately, a ditsy smile on your face.

“Totally Mr Seresin! Mike was helping me with the copier, I didn’t realise there was a reset button all the way at the bottom!”

Jake isn’t sure what’s worse, your complete trust in anyone that talks to you or the fact that he’s probably going to have to file to HR about Mike once again. Mike looks up at him somewhat apologetically and Jake sighs,

“Get out.”

Mike scurries off and Jake can’t help but laugh at his uncanny resemblance to a rodent. You’re looking up at him with that pout that makes his dress pants feel too tight,

“That was kind of mean.”

Jake scoffs, “Darlin’ there’s no reset button down there.”

You look up at him, confused for a second, “Oh. Someone should probably tell Mike then, don’t want him doing his job wrong.”

Jake reaches a hand up to rub at his forehead, he worries one day that your unwavering kindness is going to get you killed.

“Walk with me.” Jake orders, remembering he came to fetch you for a reason.

He’s striding out the door much faster than you with his long legs, you walk as fast as you can in your shiny heels to catch up with him. Jake can hear your hurried clip clopping behind him and smiles to himself. Once you catch up, Jake offers his arm to you, figuring it’s the best way for you to stay in pace with him (also because you have a tendency to wander off).

“I have a meeting with a bunch of guys from the board in 20ish minutes, I need you in there with me.”

You’re nodding along to everything he says,

“Certainly sir.” You giggle, saluting him.

Jake wills a groan not to slip out of his mouth at the formality. He also hopes you don’t figure out that you don’t need to be in the meeting at all, he just knows it’s going to be a drag and wants your pretty face to stare at when Rich the head of the board starts droning on.

“Great, 12th floor, meeting room 3 in..” Jake checks his watch, “15 minutes.”

You nod your head along diligently before spinning on your heel,

“Where are you going?” Jake calls after you.

“I left those papers in the copy room!” You exclaim, stumbling slightly now you weren’t looking where you were going.

Jake just sighs and hopes you’re in the meeting room on time.

What Jake doesn’t expect is for you to already be in the meeting room when he gets there, in fact you’re already talking to Rich, and he’s… laughing? In the 5 years that Jake has been head of his company he’s pretty sure he’s never seen Rich even smile. Jake clears his throat to make his presence known and you jump out of the seat next to Rich to stand by Jake’s side.

The smile that was on Rich’s face immediately drops and Jake has to hold back the urge to roll his eyes.

Jake was right, the meeting was long and boring and Rich droned on about efficiency and stats and things that Jake didn’t care about, so he was shocked you weren’t dozing off. When Jake finally managed to escape he turned to you,

“Thank you for that.”

Your bright smile makes up for every boring moment of the past two hours,

“It’s no problem Mr Seresin.”

In the elevator up to the top floor where Jake’s office is he comes to realise how late it is, it’s pushing 9 o clock and most of his employees have left. Jake still has mountains of things to sign and documents to work through, he lets a groan slip out of his mouth.

“All okay Mr Seresin?”

Jake jumps slightly, he had forgotten about your presence next to him and he grimaces down at you,

“You should go home sweetheart, get some rest.”

You beam up at him in your usual demeanour, “And leave your all on your own?”

Jake laughs, “I’ll be fine sweetheart.”

You cross your arms and muster up what you think is a pointed look, Jake tries not to laugh again at your pout.

“I’m not leaving you here, you’ll end up staying all night then I’ll be the one dealing with you tomorrow when you’re cranky and tired.”

The elevator dings and you step out in front of Jake. He sighs realising he won’t be getting rid of you any time soon. He follows the sway of your hips all the way to his office. It’s all sleek large glass doors and the top to bottom window gives him an incredible view of the city below. You flick the lights on and sit in the comfy seat opposite Jake’s leather chair. Jake watches as you kick your heels off and wiggle your toes in your black sheer stockings.

“They hurt like a bitch after a long day.”

Jake chuckles, he’s never heard you swear before. Your eyes widen like a shocked baby deer,

“Shit, am I allowed to swear in front of you?”

You cover your mouth and mumble, “Sorry!”

As Jake sits, he wonders if you truly understand the effect you have on him. Trying to do work whilst you’re perched opposite him is proving a near impossible task. Not to mention the fact that his neck has been killing him all day.

Whilst tapping something into your phone, you look up to see Jake rubbing his neck with a pained look on his face for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

“Do you want me to rub your neck?” You question politely.

Jake would love nothing more than having your soft manicured hands rubbing his neck, but he worries what having your hands on him will do to his slowly weakening facade. He decides to throw caution to the winds and speaks up,

“Please.”

He realised that sounded kind of pathetic, but you seem ecstatic, jumping up from your position and making you way to the spot directly in front of him. Jake strains to keep his eyes on your face as you lean down to push his chair back, making more room for yourself.

Your hands on his neck feels like heaven, but he can’t help but feel bad about the way you are now hunkered down trying to help him. So Jake figured the best way to alleviate this is to pull you down into his lap. He does it with both hands on your hips, you land a little ungracefully with a surprised squeal leaving your mouth. You shuffle around until you’re sat comfortably, then look up at Jake,

“Is this okay, Mr Seresin?”

Jake is trying so hard not to spontaneously combust.

“Perfect.”

Your magic hands return back to his neck with vigour, working at the tense knots there. Jake can’t help but groan in pleasure every time you work over a particularly sensitive spot. Something Jake also notices is the way you’re now subtly grinding yourself down on his semi. Your pathetic whimpers going straight down to his cock as you dare to grind down harder onto him. Jake can’t help but tease you,

“What are you doing sweetheart?”

Both your ministrations holt, and your doe eyes meet his again.

“Nothing!” You all but squeak out.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

Jake’s heart pangs as you push your face into his neck and sniffle,

“You just sound so good sir. Feels so good.”

Jake guides your face away from the crook of his neck and coos at your tearful eyes, “It’s okay baby, I liked it.”

You seem elated by his praise and quickly forget your previous embarrassment. Jake slowly guides your lips to his, he’s worried about frightening you away. Your lips are tentative against Jake’s at first, unsure whether you should be doing this. But Jakes strong hands drift down to squeeze against the curve of your ass, eliciting a moan from you. Enough so that Jake can slip his tongue into your mouth, just as Jake goes to deepen the kiss again you pull back shyly and pull on his loosened tie. Jake gets the hint and takes the tie off, placing the expensive silk on his desk behind you.

You get the honour of undoing his buttons, Jake watches with a lazy smirk as you stick your tongue out in concentration. Your manicured nails making it hard to undo the buttons too quickly, but Jake enjoys the build up. When you’re finally finished with your job, you move your hands up to push at the shirt and Jake gets the hint to pull it the rest of the way off of his arms.

Jake smirks as you sigh softly in appreciation, and rake you nails lightly over his abs up to the sprinkling of hair on his chest.

“I’m feeling a little singled out sweets.” Jake teases.

You tilt your head to the side confusedly, until you realise what he’s talking about. Jake loves watching the cogs turn in your mind. You let out a little “oh!” with a giggle and begin to unbutton your blouse. This time Jake doesn’t care for the build up, instead ripping your blouse the rest of the way off, buttons flying.

You pout, “Hey! I liked that top!”

Jake’s eyes run over your chest, as he mumbles something along the lines of, “I’ll buy you a new one.” His heated gaze makes you somewhat self conscious and you bring your hands up to cover your chest.

“Please don’t hide from me baby.”

You slowly bring your hands down and watch as Jake reaches for the clasp at the back of your bra. You gasp as you feel it come undone and reach to hold the cups in place. You make sure to hold eye contact with him as you let your lacy bra drop. Jake’s pulling at his lower lip with his teeth,

“Fuck.”

He pulls you close for a kiss again, revelling in the feeling of your breasts pushed up against his chest. This time you’re confident in the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips with ease as it continues. Your hips grind down into his crotch subconsciously, swirling in delicious circles that have Jake dizzy. When you pull back for a breath Jake is signalling for you to stand up.

Stood up, there’s not much height difference between you whilst he still sits and your stomach clenches in excitement. Jake watches, pupils dilated and you slide your tight pencil skirt down your legs and kick it to the side. Your sheer stockings do little to hide the tiny lace underwear you’ve got on and you startle slightly as Jake groans loudly at the sight.

“Jesus, sweets, is this all for me?”

A smile spreads across Jake’s face as you nod coyly.

Jake spins you around so that you’re bent somewhat over his desk, you wiggle your ass at him as he pulls your stockings down for you. Once you’re fully stepped out of them Jake stands to his full height, you can feel his tall presence behind you and it sends a shiver of excitement up your spine. Jake experimentally taps your ass, it’s not too hard but your flesh jiggles, pleasing Jake to no end. He does it again, this time harder. You arch back into his touch with a moan.

“Would you look at that?” You can hear the smirk on Jake’s face.

He smacks your ass again, a pink mark forms from the pressure of it.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, hand stroking gently against the mark.

“Please touch me.” You whimper, leaning back into his touch.

Jake’s hand ghosts against your pussy, a finger sliding up the lace that covers your folds, he can feel how wet you are through the fabric. His middle finger finds your clit and experimentally circles it. You mewl, head thrown back.

“Daddy, please.”

Jake chuckles at the name that slips out of your mouth. You were driving him insane and you didn’t even know it.

Jake drops to his knees behind you, licking a fat stripe up your clothed pussy. You squirm back against his face and gasp. Jake likes your reaction so much that he takes mercy on you, pulling your underwear to the side and licking another stripe up your pussy, dipping his tongue experimentally into your hole. You’re so wet that Jake can already feel your juices coating his chin, you can’t seem to care as you moan incoherently, wiggling back into Jake’s face. Jake stills you by holding your hips, dipping his tongue back down to circle your clit. Just as your moans begin to pick up he pulls away,

“Sugar, I need to feel you on me is that okay?”

You whine at the loss of contact, but his question sounds promising, “Yes.”

Jake quirks an eyebrow as he stands back up, whispering into your ear with a smirk, “Yes what?”

Your cheeks flush, “Yes, Daddy.”

You can hear Jake unbuckling his belt behind you, prompting you to arch your back, shaking your ass invitingly. Jake is pretty sure you’re going to kill him, but he’s going to die a happy man. Jake’s hand feels strong gripping onto the side of your hip, you look back at him and still have the audacity to smile shyly even as he guides the tip of his cock through your dripping folds. He’s groaning freely at the feel of it all, especially as you wiggle back onto him. He finally takes mercy on you and pushes into you slowly, the whimper you let out is music to his ears.

Once he’s fully settled into you, he allows you a minute to get used to the feeling of his considerable size. He takes a tentative thrust into you and you moan once again and turn back to look at him,

“Please, Daddy.”

Jake had never been one to deny you before. He begins his thrusts with reckless abandon, one hand still had a bruising grip on your hip, the other pushing slightly into the arch of your lower back. The high pitched whine that comes out of you scratches against your throat sending vibrations down your chest, the feeling of your breasts pushed against the cold glass top of Jake’s desk making for a delicious contrast in temperature.

Jake’s thrusts are calculated and hit deep within you, he’s groaning behind you, the feeling of your warm walls pulling him is in intoxicating. A smirk makes his way onto his face as he realises how you’re pushing back to meet his thrusts, ass hitting his pelvis rhythmically.

“Desperate, baby?”

Jake pulls you by your hair to look back at him, he’s greeted with your glassy eyes and open mouth moaning freely. You’ve lost any shame you may have felt to the feeling of Jake so deep inside of you. The last straw is when he reaches a strong hand down to circle your clit, just enough pressure to make your knees weak, relying more than ever on his grip on your waist.

“Fuckkkkkk.” You whine and Jake tuts, kissing against the hot skin of your back.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling as Jake quickens his ministrations against your clit, pace of his thrusts still quick and deep. You clench around him, nearing your peak and he groans.

“Sweetheart, please cum for me.”

His words add fuel to the growing fire in your core, grinding back into his fast thrusts. One final toy to your clit sends you head first over the edge. You can’t even imagine how loud your moans are as you become consumed by pleasure. Jake is enjoying every last second, wishing he could commit the sweet sounds you make to his memory forever. Your throbbing walls bring Jake dangerously close to his own peak, and his thrusts become erratic as your heartbeat finally returns back to normal. Jake pulls out of you swiftly and watches in awe as you sink to your knees in front of him, tongue lolling out of your mouth and wide eyes staring up at him.

Jake strokes his cock quickly, keeping eye contact with you as he finishes. His cum spatters over your tongue and chin though mostly landing over your chest. His eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight of you on your knees covered in his seed, fighting off another erection. You swipe your tongue around your lips, collecting as much of his seed as you can. It’s salty but not unpleasant.

Jake helps you up to your wobbly feet. You’re suddenly slightly self conscious as you take in your position; stood fully naked in front of your boss who just fucked you within an inch of your life. Your anxieties are squashed as he kisses your forehead sweetly and flattens some of your mussed hair. He reaches for the draw behind him and pulls out a few tissues from a box, wiping the drying cum from your chest. When he meets your look you quirk up an eyebrow, smirking.

He chuckles, “Shut up.”

Jake reaches for his discarded shirt and drapes it over your frame,

“Let me take you home?”

“That would be nice, sir.”

Jake huffs, “Just Jake is okay sweetheart.”

“Okay Just Jake.” You tease, as he rolls his eyes.

The next morning you step into the elevator to find Jake. There’s no one else in there and he presses the button to the top floor; his office.

He looks down at your tight blouse, straightening the sleeves of his suit jacket and smirks,

“So, daddy huh?”

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a/n: HERE SHE ISSS i am obsessed sorry everyone

feel free to send me any thoughts!! i’m thinking maybe i do some drabbles about them?? send me some prompts :)

hope u all enjoy my filth once again

pls reblog, comment or send me and ask and tell me what you think !!

thank u for readinggg

- honey <333

[nixies-creations]

For @topgunalternateuniverse bingo. Bingo Square - Secretary/Boss: Hangster - CEO Jake x Secretary Bradley.

Bradley eyed the coffee sitting on the corner of his desk for a long moment before narrowing his gaze as he looked up into the amused green eyes of his boss. Furrowing his brow, he jutted his chin towards the steaming cup but didn't let the question fall from his lips. He watched as Jake let a small, quiet, amused huff of laughter as he carefully nudged the paper cup towards him. "Figured I should start putting in the work, darlin'," he starts quietly, as he leans forward enough to ensure Bradley would be able to hear him clearly but with enough space it wouldn't feel like he was crowding him. "Butterin' you up, since I'll be out of the office next week." Eyeing him for a long moment, Bradley reached out to carefully snag his cup up. "You'll be needing to do a lot more than coffees, if you wanna butter me up, sweetheart," he shoots back with a quick, hard look before turning back towards his computer screen, carefully cradling the cup to his chest. Letting out louder, soft laugh, Jake grinned brightly at him. Knocking his knuckles against Bradley's desk, he pushed himself up with a nod. He lets his voice drop, lets his natural twang be more pronounced as he carries on, "Don't you worry none, honey, I'm gonna go all out for you. Make sure whatever shit these kids pull won't damper the good mood I'll put you in." As much as tries not too, Bradley feels his cheeks going red, knows they'll be a blotchy pink as he ducks his head down as if to hide his reaction to Jake flirting with him. After a moment, he lifts his eyes and shoots the other man a hard look. By the way Jake responds with an even bigger, brighter, grin, he knows his husband has caught on to the fact Bradley will be making him pay for what just happened.

[heelswrestling]

AEW All Out matches announced so far!!!

[questintheskies]

I'll be there tonight! Can't wait to attend! I was at Revolution earlier this year, so this will be my 2nd show in 2024!

[softspiderling]

elle’s archive

-ˏˋ. stiles stilinski ˊˎ-

we always find a way (to make it out alive) ➵ beacon hills holds a lot of bad memories for you. you’re still not sure how you let yourself be persuaded to go back.

-ˏˋ. derek hale ˊˎ-

but I need your lips on mine ➵ derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

How You Get The Girl ➵ it’s been six months since Derek stopped replying to your texts, so why was he suddenly standing in front of your door?

-ˏˋ. jake "hangman" seresin ˊˎ-

જ⁀➴ drabbles

how you first met (and how you became more)

you’re dating (but no one knows)

you’re married (but in secret)

you pick him up from the airport

જ⁀➴fics

songs about girls (like you) ➵ Jake has finally returned from his mission.

how do you love somebody else? ➵ the one where you and Jake are exes.

get like me ➵ the one where you defend Jake’s honor.

five kisses ➵ five kisses with Jake

never knew (that I could fall so hard) ➵ You and Jake are friends. Just friends

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ── wingman's best friend universe ── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

all the fics below are part of the same universe, but can be read as stand-alone fics!

hooked from hour one ➵ the one where you share a mutual friend, but are unaware of it

baby, you down? ➵ your best friend is a naval aviator, but apparently so is the guy you’ve been dating? Yeah, funny how life works.

cruel existence ➵ you get hurt at work and Jake spirals

-ˏˋ. bradley "rooster" bradshaw ˊˎ-

જ⁀➴ drabbles

you're married (but in secret)

જ⁀➴fics

summer days (drifting away) ➵ Bradley bumped into you at the beach and then just keeps doing it

speak now (or forever hold your peace) ➵ it’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

cross my heart (hope to die) ➵ it’s easy to fall in love with Rooster. It’s a bit harder to be in love with him.

-ˏˋ. natasha "phoenix" trace ˊˎ-

you're married but in secret

-ˏˋ. pete "maverick" mitchell ˊˎ-

he likes you (but in an annoying way)

do you believe in love at first sight (or should I walk by again) ➵ the one where you keep running into Maverick.

-ˏˋ. tom holland ˊˎ-

you mocha me crazy ➵ an encounter at a coffee shop leaves you with more than a cup full of coffee

summer days ➵ it’s just one of those rare summer mornings. They were Tom’s favorite

five signs you’re too close to your boss ➵ you liked being the personal assistant of the CEO of Holland Enterprises. But sometimes you wondered if you were too close to your boss.

dance your worries away ➵ when you signed up for a beginners ballroom dancing class with your boyfriend, you hadn’t expected to be standing without a dancing partner. But then again, life has a funny way of working out

things you left unsaid ➵ having casual sex with Tom despite having feelings for him? What could go wrong?

put in love and don’t give up ➵ honestly, you never pegged Tom for the kind of guy that ghosts people, but here you are. Ghosted.

will you find me (afterlife) ➵ the five stages of grief start with denial and it didn’t seem like Tom was going leave that stage anytime soon.

honest feelings and bad timing | Teaser | One | Two ➵ It’s always been you, Tom and Harrison. A package deal. But sometimes things change.

swanky fortune ➵ when you clicked the ‘donate’ button on the GoFundMe page, you never would have expected to actually win. But are you going to take advantage of the opportunity or will you embarrass yourself in front of your celebrity crush?

of broken promises and heartbreak ➵ It’s been six years since you and Tom broke up, six years since you’ve last seen each other. A lot has happened, Tom got insanely famous, making countless billion dollar movies, attending one red-carpet event after the other. But now he was attending one event, he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Your wedding. And he wasn’t attending as your groom.

-ˏˋ. peter parker ˊˎ-

need a ride? ➵ just because you were at a country club, doesn’t mean you had to behave well

Talk To A Stranger! ➵ you liked talking to strangers. Well, when it’s not in real life, that is.

no air ➵ Short breath, panic flooding through the veins, sweat trickling down the sides. Peter knew the symptoms of a panic attack just all too well after a fight with a certain villain from space. Didn’t mean he knew how to prevent them, though. Luckily, you were by his side to help.

heavy burden ➵ you liked to live your life like you want it, but there was always someone who stood in the way of that. Always.

[sebsxphia]

ceo jake ‘hangman’ seresin. | headcanons.

￫ c/w: sex, alcohol, smoking and daddy kink.

CEO Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin would spoil you rotten. They say you can’t buy love or happiness with money, but Jake disproves that ridiculous statement frequently.

You don’t need Jake’s money to prove that he loves you, but you have to admit, it is exhilarating when he takes you on his private jet to Paris for the weekend and dines with you onlooking the sparkling Eiffel tower along the river Seine.

You might as well make use of the money Jake spent on you this weekend and show him your reciprocated love, wrapped up in the crisp cotton sheets of his double bed flying home on his private jet.

Your wardrobe is bursting at the hinges with expensive items of clothing. One of a kind pieces Jake got made specially for you and black silk dresses from YSL for galas you routinely attend to.

There are jewelry pieces that only Jake’s love could buy. Jewelry that Jake insists to put on you each morning, ghosting his fingertips over the back of your neck and placing a featherlight kiss there and then to your wrist when he fastens your watch.

However, your perfume selection is limited. There are three dizzying scents and only three that Jake associates you with. When you wear any one of these three, Jake will groan into the crook of your neck and nip at your flesh with his picture perfect teeth.

“There’s my baby. You smell like heaven, my love.”

Jake very much indulges in his own happiness with his own money. His wardrobe that sits next to yours is full of clean cut, expensive suits that are taylor made to fit around his broad shoulders perfectly. There is never a seam out of place.

There are rows of shirts, all varying in style and for all occasions. When Jake buys a new shirt, he likes to imagine what you’d look like wearing it in the morning when you fix him a coffee from your Italian Moka pot.

Jake prides himself most on his cufflinks and watches, and he has a fine selection. After Jake has fastened your jewelry to you, you return the favor. But when you place the final piece, Jake’s class ring that he always wears, you bring his fingers up to your soft lips and place a tender kiss there.

Similar to yourself, Jake’s aftershave selection is whittled down to two. One for the day and one for the night. You’ll find yourself inhaling either one of these familiar scents along his neck when you sit in his lap, lightly tracing your tongue over Jake’s jaw and tasting the expensive fragrance for yourself.

“Oh, Jake. You taste so good, Daddy.”

His shirts always smell like either one of these two particular aftershaves and when Jake isn’t here, you wrap yourself up in his shirts for as long as your day will allow it. You run your hands over the soft material and dip them in between your thighs, daydreaming of Jake being there with you.

Jake got his nickname within the business tycoons as ‘Hangman’, because if you didn’t play by his rules, he would leave you hanging out to dry for the dogs. Jake was very self aware of the presence and almost deadly influence he had.

On some occasions you’d caught Jake at the end of a cutthroat meeting as he brought the lambs to the slaughter. There wasn’t a strand of his hair out of place and his tie was still knotted as perfectly as it was when you tied it this morning.

Jake wore his ever charming yet smug grin on his face, baring his teeth to the world as the vicious business man that he was. There was a freshly lit cigar hanging off his lips and he was talking numbers to his subordinate when he spotted you waiting by the glass door.

He called you over and you offered your praises due to the success of the deal that was just made. The smoke of his cigar clouded your senses and you gave Jake what you thought was, innocent praise.

“They don’t know what hit them, Hangman.”

Jake was quick to dismiss his subordinate and shut down the blinds looking into his office in a flurry. You called him ‘Jake’ everyday, but when you called out his egotistical personality of ‘Hangman’, he’d have you bent over the thick oak of his desk and his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet as he pounded into you from behind.

There wasn’t a surface in Jake’s office that you hadn’t fucked on. Your favorite was when you visited him at night with your chosen take out in hand. You’d eat it together in the softly lit room and listen to each other as you disclosed the events of your days.

Jake would pop open a cork of wine that was presumably older than both of you combined. He’d turn off the lights completely and you’d stand with your back pressed tightly against his chest.

His large arms would be wrapped securely around you and you’d both be admiring the dazzling lights of the New York skyline, whilst taking sips of your wine.

You’d never finish the glass. It would always end with your back splayed out on the surface of Jake’s desk and your thighs doubled over. Your neck would hang off the edge and as Jake made you see stars for the third time that night in the dark of his office, you would gaze out upside down at his glass windows and watch the sparkling stars of New York appear in the sky.

￫ a/n: this was so much fun to create and design. i hope you enjoyed it! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

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Hello! I've been stalking your blog and I can't explain how much I love your writings, they made my day 🥺 Anyway, if it's okay, can you do svt as your co-worker (could be just platonic/romantic/both, whatever you prefer). Thank you in advance! ✨️

svt as your coworker

a/n: AAAA so sorry to get back to you so late 😭 i hope you still get to read this and enjoy it,, i tried to write this as platonic with the hint of something more?

seungcheol:

○ quite the good employee

○ in his nature to lead group meetings and be pretty proactive in delegating roles that are suitable for everyone

○ always checks in with you that you’re okay with your work load and offers to help too

○ is it relevant that he looks very good with the sleeves of his button-up rolled up?

jeonghan:

○ master of wasting the company time and he somehow drags you into it

○ definitely plays some kind of little game with you every day

○ you both have used up several packs of post-its due to endless rounds of hangman, tic-tac-toe, etc

○ he loves to bet little prizes like “okay so over whoever loses has to buy lunch tomorrow”

○ he loves to waste time but is also somehow occasionally employee of the month???

joshua:

○ definitely the office hunk

○ half the company has a crush on him (how could you blame anyone, look at him)

○ definitely the kind of gentleman to grab coffee for himself but also bring back some extra drinks for those who sit near him too

○ when you try to pay him back he just smiles and brushes off your offer “you don’t need to do that” with the sweetest smile ever

jun:

○ always falls asleep at his desk but also never gets caught

○ is either very productive or doing nothing at all, no in between

○ you have to nudge him awake when you hear that the ceo is walking around the office and you swear your heart skips a beat when he looks at you in his sleepy state

hoshi:

○ one of the company’s long-time employees

○ a funny guy but also super reliable and hardworking so most people tend to look for him for help

○ you call him over to review something on your laptop and he’s leaning on your desk with one arm

○ when you talk to him he watches you intently and you’re wondering why your face suddenly feels hot?

wonwoo:

○ he’s quiet and always finishes his duties efficiently

○ the kind to send one-sentence emails (idk why i thought this seemed very him)

○ he sits across from you and when your eyes meet over your desktops you quickly turn back to your screen (you don’t realize he’s chuckling)

woozi:

○ employee of the month honestly

○ one of the people in the company who moved up the ranks pretty fast and at a pretty young age (he’s younger than most of the people with the same position)

○ he overhears your music playing through your headphones in the elevator one day (some of you will get this reference i hope)

○ “is that [insert obscure band]?” he’ll ask. you lift one side of your headphones to hear him and you nod happily when you realize his question. (from then on he has a little crush on you and he tries to start conversations in the future by asking if you’ve heard about that band’s new release!)

minghao:

○ you were a little intimidated by him at first

○ there’s no other way to describe it other than he looks so effortlessly cool, with his subtle piercings and painted nails amidst his business attire

○ you realize he’s warmer than you think when you work up the courage to compliment his nails

mingyu:

○ he’s employee of the month #2, also a very diligent guy

○ honestly a joyous person to share a desk with

○ “good morning ~~” he’ll say as he settles in for the day

○ from the second he gives you that wolffish grin you know this is gonna be a problem

dokyeom:

○ the kind of sweetheart to stay with you during your overtime so that you aren’t the only person left in the office

○ “you don’t need to stay!” you try to tell him, feeling a little bad you’re stopping someone from going home. he even has his bag all packed up

○ “y/n trust me, it’s a little scary when no one else is here” he assures you, “i stayed here one time and something dropped in one of the cubicles and it freaked me out” (he left out the part that he bolted out of the office when he heard that)

○ you think about it for a bit, opting to just hurry a little bit with your tasks. “okay fine, i’ll try not to take too long”

○ while you work, he even goes so far as to go to one of the vending machines down the hall to get you both a snack

○ bonus: on your way out you playfully go “did you hear that?” and his eyes widen immediately, “hear WHAT?”

seungkwan:

○ would be employee of the month if he didn’t get into arguments with coworkers here and there 😭

○ not a rude employee by any means but he’s just passionate about doing well

○ it is so nice when you get paired to work with him because he motivates you to do so well too

○ the longer you work with him, you do get to see more relaxed sides of him and he even hums a little while he works (soon you discover he’s incredible at singing)

vernon:

○ also doesn’t talk too much, not exactly because he’s busy but he also tends to sit idly sometimes, rotating on his chair to pass time LOL

○ he’s great to work with though, he’s so chill and open-minded that he’ll let you take the lead but also input his ideas when he feels necessary

○ you start talking to him when you come in on a monday, a little excited, “did you see the movie that everyone’s talking about?” you ask

○ his eyebrows raise and he sits up in his chair because he has in fact seen that movie

○ thus ensues emails about work but also with a movie recommendation in the final line

chan:

○ was the baby of the office when he was just an intern but he’s a hard-worker so he eventually got hired full-time

○ you catch him kind of dancing while he’s trying to pick out a vending machine snack

○ gets so embarrassed (he may have a crush on you) that he doesn’t talk to you for a good week 😭

[mjfass]

Spill your tea/thoughts on Mercedes lol

Okay…

I believe everything about her character is so fabricated and superficial, and that’s why it’s so difficult connecting with her for people who are not hardcore fans or weren’t that familiar with her work in WWE. The catchphrases feel so forced, both the “money changes everything”, “that’s the price you pay when you mess with Moné”, the nickname itself, and the song, even Britt pointed out the pipped “CEO” chants. Everything about her it’s beautiful and interesting visually, with the amazing hair and the always spectacular outfits, the unbelievable gears, the coats… she looks like a star and we cannot say other wise. But my problem is that, okay, she looks great… and what else? There’s no dept, there’s nothing to emotionally connect with her or to be involved emotionally with her character. And I know she is a heel (now) and I should boo her, but besides her cocky attitude, I don’t even have anything to hate her for. And I don’t even blame the booking for that, because she has had a lot of screen time, she has had promo time and some matches, but, she still says the same on the promos, about how much money she has, about how amazing she is… but there’s literally nothing else. There’s nothing organic about the character. It’s like, MJF, dude was exactly that at first, just a cocky, arrogant asshole with a lot of money, but his vendettas against everyone were personal, he explained why he turned on Cody, why he had to create The Pinnacle, I don’t even have to mention the reasoning behind his hatred for Punk, and even now, the man has a deep reason of why he turned on Daniel and went back to being the worst person ever. Not to mention the unbelievable story Hangman has been telling. Or Mariah! And we haven’t even heard her reasoning, but I just know she’ll take that mic and say “I was just using Toni”, “I have always been star but I was overshadowed by her” or something else.

My point here is that, she is the “CEO”, she has a lot of money and she is one of the best ever… but why should I hate her now she is a heel? Or why should I support her as a face? And obviously I’ve been a fan since NXT and I know her career, but for those who don’t, who is Mercedes? What’s her motivation behind “being the best”? I would just love her cutting one promo with an evil speech of why she wants to erase Britt from the map (now that’s the feud), why she will elevate the TBS Championship, why she hates the fans, why Britt represents what she hates about wrestling or whatever… just something deep that make us feel something organic. Or I want a reason to actually chant “CEO” to her, more than the pipped chants in her song.

Mercedes as Sasha has and will always be one of my faves ever, but these are just my opinions towards her current character work.

[purplevortexx]

THE LIES WE TELL 🃟 ONE 🃟 FIRST IMPRESSIONS

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pairing 🃟 CEO! Hangman X Bodyguard! Reader

warnings 🃟 swearing, Jake seresin being a little shit (affectionate), javy machado needs a hug

a/n 🃟 the beginning! Here we gooooooooooo!!!! As always please reblog and comment, feedback is very much appreciated 💜

The towering structure of the Seresin Technology building casts a dark shadow over the space where you’ve parked your car. The sleek colours of the logo, despite being muted and dull, make you feel nauseous but that’s more than likely due to lack of sleep. Over the past week you’ve been staying up late in order to perfect the plan on how best to protect your mark whilst also maintaining a solid cover so he doesn’t suspect a thing.

Your saving grace throughout the preparation for this job has been Javy. His in depth knowledge of Jake’s life means he’s been there with valuable suggestions to help you. But despite his input being most helpful, you’ve never met someone as meticulous as Javy. He’s spent the last week spamming your emails with anything he thinks you might need to know in your dual role as Jake’s secretary and bodyguard. It never occurred to you to expect to be bombarded with as much information as you have been, as evidenced by the list of questions in your bag alongside a copy of the company’s procedures Javy had sent to the Dagger security office a few days ago.

Exiting you vehicle, you take a deep breath before strolling with faux confidence into the building. It’s something Mav always says to you ‘fake it til you make it’ .

After obtaining a temporary pass from the front desk, you check your phone for the directions for Javy’s office. Walking in what you hope is the right direction, you twirl the business card given to you by Javy between your fingertips as a way of calming your nerves. You’re due in the office to meet Javy at 9am sharp. It’s only 8:30 but you like being early and as it turns out so does Javy.

As you walk into his office, you see him hunched over a laptop, tapping furiously at the keyboard with his face fixed into a frown. He’s dressed in a sleek grey suit, the jacket of which is draped haphazardly over the back of his chair. The sleeves of his white shirt are folded unevenly up his arms, with one being above the elbow and the other slightly below. Engrossed in his work, the dark haired man doesn’t appear to have heard you knock so you clear your throat as you enter and he looks up, his expression softening slightly as he takes in your appearance and mutters a soft “morning”.

Javy rises from his desk and crosses the room to close the door behind you. “Sorry,” he apologises, going back to typing when he sits back down on the expensive leather of his desk chair, “we’re having some renevations done on one of our office buildings and there were some burst pipes so, absolute shit storm as you can imagine.”

You smile softly at his bewildered state, stating softly “It’s alright, I’m early.” Javy checks his watch and nods, sighing softly in relief. “Is there much damage?” You ask, sliding into the seat across from him.

“Not really,” he says, sliding back into his seat. “It’s just, we’re supposed to be moving in there soon . Jake had a big input into the design of the building.” Another three successive pings sound and Javy frowns at his phone. He continues, “It’s supposed to be a more secure place for the development of our new technology.” “He’s getting really paranoid about having everything in one building.”

“That’s understandable.” You say, taking a quick glance around the room. It’s a pretty standard office, no personal items of note on Javy’s desk apart from a paper weight in the shape of a dog which you assume has to have been a gag gift that he’s just never gotten round to getting rid of. The man sat in front of you doesn’t seem like the type to have knickknacks and family pictures- too much of a workaholic by your observations.

“Yeah well, his paranoia isn’t exactly unfounded.”

Frowning, you question, “What do you mean?”

“I told you about the letters right?” You nod in reply. “Well they didn’t just threaten Jake. There were some specifics about the company. Stuff that an outsider wouldn’t - couldn’t know.”

“So you’re saying…”

Javy finishes your sentence for you, “I’m pretty sure it’s someone within the company who’s sending these damn letters.”

“Who?”

“Well if I knew that, I’d know who the fuck I need to fire.” Your eyes widen at Javy’s outburst as he winces at the volume of his own voice. “Sorry,” he mutters quietly. “What with everything going on, I’m a bit on edge,”

You nod in understanding. “I get it, and I can keep an eye out for anyone suspicious but my priority is protecting Jake.”

Javy nods vigorously. “Of course! That’s exactly what I hired you to do.” He says, “I’ll work out who it is that’s sending these letters and you focus on -“

The door swings open as Javy is speaking, actively cutting him off. It’s lucky he didn’t continue what he was saying as the man who walks into the office is the last person you’d want to hear it but with the way Jake Seresin breezes into the office with his nose basically planted into his smartphone, you decide it’s unlikely you need to be worried about him having heard anything.

Despite it being only you and Javy in the room, his presence automatically commands respect. Maybe it’s his 6’0” frame with what you’re sure is lots of muscle covered by the expensive material of his suit. Looking over him appreciatively, you come to understand why Jake has topped the ‘Hottest CEO’s in California’ list for 5 years running. Those green eyes and stubble covered jaw have probably got him many perks over the years, and not just the cover of a few magazines.

Noting Javy’s indifference at his friends entrance, you conclude this must be a regular occurance for Jake to glide into his office, as the man sat behind the desk doesn’t even flinch at the intrusion aside from his pause in speech. Javy doesn’t raise from his seat like you do, which gathers the blond man’s attention enough to tear his eyes away from the screen in his hand.

Instead of addressing you, he speaks to Javy. “Thought you said 9am man.”

Taken aback by his blatant ignorance, you decide to make yourself impossible to ignore and before Javy can reply to his friend, you interrupt moving to stand directly in front of your new boss. “Early is on time, on time is late.” You say simply, quoting another of Mav’s famous ‘sayings’ as you hold your hand out in Jake’s direction. “Y/n” you state your name sharply.

He turns to you, a smirk on his face at your outwardly irritated demeanour. Pocketing his phone, he turns to you fully. “Jake Seresin.” He sticks out his hand in return, his navy blue suit riding up slightly higher on his forearm as he extends his palm to meet your own.

His handshake is firm and his silver watch clinks as your hands move. No sooner has he shook your hand, his phone chimes in his pocket and he retracts, fishing the device out and frowning at the screen much like Javy does. “No offence sweetheart, but there’s a lot to learn here, maybe you should take a couple of days, read over the procedures of the company.” He barely looks up from his phone, tapping away at the screen as he talks to you. “You’ll need to know them like the back of your hand if you’re working with me,”

Clearing your throat, you almost roll your eyes as Jake raises a finger and continues typing. It’s only when there’s a whoosh indicating a sent email that he glances your way. You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You mean these procedures?” The folder given to you by Javy is gripped in your hand, the bright red of the cover practically glaring in the face of the man in front of you.

A mild look of shock crosses Jakes face as his eyes snap to the binder in your hand. It turns into his signature megawatt smile so quick that you nearly don’t catch it but it’s there, you’ve gotten to him.

“ I figured I should know my stuff ‘like the back of my hand’ if I’m going to be working closely with you.” you use finger quotations to mock him and although the grin stays fixed on his face, his eyebrows raise slightly in mirth.

“Touché” he drawls, looking you up and down in intrigue. Usually, an action like that would make your skin crawl but Jake isn’t doing it to check you out. It’s almost as if he’s fascinated by you. As if to prove your point, Jake keeps his eyes on yours, his gaze never wavering as he addresses his best friend.

“Where’d you find her Javy?”

“Uh,” The man sat at the desk hesitates and you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating. ‘C’mon Javy’ you think ‘don’t blow this before it’s even started,’.

“She’s a family friend.” He blurts out and you can barely contain your sigh of relief. Jake doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn’t comment on it. The mention of being someone reccommended by his best friend seems enough to satiate his curiosity for the time being.

Jake hums in thought and finally tears his gaze away from you. “Javy, I’m gonna put a call in to Bella and get a laptop and phone ready, would you chase up Dan and get the log in details and clearance through the system for y/n?”

“I’ve been trying but Dan keeps stonewalling me.”

“That’s because I hadn’t met her yet,” he nods to you. “When you have everything, come find me. I’ll be in my office all day so we can go over some things.” You nod, taking note of how cautious he is with people he doesn’t know.

Jakes phone starts ringing then and he pats his friend on the shoulder muttering a “thanks man,” before he puts the phone up to his ear and heads out of the room.

As soon as the door closes, Javy lets out something akin to a loud sigh and slides down in his chair. “I hate lying to him,” he says, his voice muffled by the hand he’s running over his face.

You take the seat across from him once again and kick your feet up on his desk. “Well, suck it up buttercup. We’ve got a long road ahead of us.” You say, and Javy looks up with a small scowl on his face. “Now how about you get me set up on all the systems so I can do what you’re paying me to do,” you suggest sassily and Javy picks up the phone in front of him.

As he holds the phone to his ear, waiting for the person he’s dialling to answer, he taps the toe of the shoe that’s closest to him. “And how’s about you keep your damn feet off my desk, huh?“

You chuckle and mock salute him, retracting your legs from where they’re laid across the mahogany. “He’s pretty paranoid, huh?” You say and Javy frowns.

“Uh-huh, lucky he likes you though.”

“Likes me?” You scoff, “he barely spoke to me,”

Javy starts typing again whilst he talks to you, the phone still balanced between his face and shoulder. “Listen, I’ve known Jake since we were kids and trust me if he didn’t like you, you wouldn’t still be standing in my office. You’re already part way there. Just get him to trust you and you’ll be fine.”

“Any tips on how to do that?” You ask, “I get the feeling he doesn’t trust many people,”

“Just be real with him,” Javy says and you nearly laugh.

It’s solid advice- but there’s just one problem running through your mind: ‘how am I supposed to be real if I’m lying straight to his face?’

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m.list - jake 'hangman' seresin

thoughts: #let's talk about hangman !!

fics:

spring fling (series)

hungman

pizza box puzzle pieces

sun-kissed

blurbs:

rooster x reader x hangman | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

surprising jake for christmas

outlaw!hangman

living on a ranch with hangman

being feral for hangman

jake + clingy!reader

personal trainer!jake

vampire!hangman

hangman + casual dominance

hangman's dirty talk

waxing jake's chest

jake's skincare routine is longer than your own

jealous!hangman

hangman is shy around you | 2

hangman likes proving you're his

hangman + rivals to lovers

dbf!hangman | 2 | 3

drunk!hangman

jake x pregnant!reader

jake x bradshaw!reader

showering with jake

the dagger squad as mechanics

cuddling with the top gun pilots

jake with a secret wife

whipped!hangman

jake x shy!reader

booktok with husband!hangman

jake buying you flowers

bathing with jake

hangman x florist!reader

hangman's gf has a bonfire with the dagger squad

hangman comforts you after a botched haircut

top gun x criminal minds crossover

ceo!hangman

hangman corrals his drunk girlfriend

you wear jake's cowboy hat

hangman + dumbification

hangman doesn't recognize you with your new hair

hooking up with hangman

jake lets you into the bar's bathroom

jake taking you in the locker room

you're hangman's girl

decorating jake's car

asking jake to leave while you change

hangman alphabet: N O P

[bussyslayer333]

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

* indicates smut (minors dni with these fics)

one shots

Lay all your love on me - jake has fallen for penny’s niece working as a bartender at the hard deck for the summer. too bad he doesn’t know how to show it. *

Heart out - your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom. *

There’s a honey - 3 times your aunt penny sees herself and maverick in your relationship with jake and 1 time she doesn’t. *

12:34AM - picking up your boyfriend jake and his drunk friends after a wild night out leads to an even wilder drive home.

Push the button - jake has a thing for his new assistant. CEO au *

Take it - jake seresin is the worst best friend in the world. *

It’s all about you - 4 times jake thought about marrying you and the 1 time he did*

turn me on (with your electric feel) - jake let’s you take care of him. *

series

Drive me wild - falling in love with your best friend’s older brother wasn’t ideal, but jake seresin just might be worth it. *

drabbles

ceo!jake and his girlboss assistant

jake and curvy girls

"don't say that, i love every minute spent with you"

“if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.”

“what about me? where was i in this decision? you and i are supposed to be a team!”

confessing when the other is sleeping

[imawkwardlysoc]

"you're making me feel like i'm the man"- taylor swift

Song- the man by taylor swift

Pairing- reuben 'payback' fitch x female! reader

Warning(s)- sexism and misogyny

Wordcount- 1,374

Summary- Reader goes to a navy even with Reuben and encounters an old ex. They're called an ex for a reason.

Being the CEO and owner of your own company is the best thing ever. Even when you started from the ground up. It is rewarding, well most of the time. Being the youngest CEO in San Diego, whose especially female has its perks, but at the same time it kinda sucks. When you meet with company CEOs and presidents that are in the older generation, they really don’t take you seriously. Even when I bring my partner to events and they think they’re the CEO and I’m just their date. The look on their faces when I tell them that I’m actually the CEO and owner just brings me enjoyment.

“Ruben, hun!” I called out my husband as I put on my earrings. “Are you ready? We have to leave soon.”

“Coming.” I looked in the mirror of my vanity to see Reuben walking in the room while tying his bowtie.

“Everything all set with the babysitter?” I asked him when I finished getting ready.

“Yep,” he nodded and pecked me on the lips. “The car’s coming soon, we should head out now.”

I nodded my head and we grabbed our things before heading out of our room. Walking down the stairs, we saw our babysitter sitting on the couch with the kids watching a movie. Giving our kids hugs and kisses before telling them to be good for the babysitter, Reuben and I walked out of the house to see the car waiting for us. Getting in the car and buckling up, I told the driver to go and they started driving us to the venue. Throughout the drive, all of the Dagger Squad were wondering when we’re coming since we’re one of the last people to get to the venue.

“Ah, there you are,” Mickey walked up to us and handed both of us a glass of champagne.

“Thank you,” I placed a kiss on his cheek. “You’re looking sharp. A little James Bond look I see.”

“Garcia, Mickey Garcia,” Mickey gave me a wink.

“Stop flirting with my wife Fanboy,” Reuben jokes as I let out a laugh.

“You’re finally here!” I heard Halo exclaim as Phoenix wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

“We’re stealing your wife,” Phoenix announced as her and Halo dragged me out of Reuben’s grasp.

Letting out a laugh, the three of us headed to the bar to grab some drinks before we mingled with the guests. Most of the guests that we’ve mingled with were sponsors of the events and some tried to partner with me. None really sparked my interest. Getting refills at the bar, we giggled and chatted with each other before I saw a familiar figure walking our way.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I groaned.

“What?” Phoenix raised her eyebrow.

“Y/N, look at you,” I saw the smirk form on his face as he walked up to me. “It’s been a while.”

“Derek,” I said without showing any irritation in my voice. “It has been a while. How are you?”

“I’m good, real good,” the smirk never came off his face.

You thought Hangman’s cockiness was bad? He is the most cockiest son of the bitch ever. His ego reaches to the depths of space. That’s how bad it is and I had to deal with him for so many years.

“Derek, last time I checked you were on a submarine,” I gulped the last of my drink.

“And the last time I checked you were working on a startup, how’s that going?” he questioned

“It’s good, so good,” I smiled.

“So, what brings you to a Navy event?” He asked.

“I’m just here as my husband’s date,” I replied.

“Wow, the startup is working so well that you end up being a dependapotamus?” He let out a laugh which caused me to tick.

I looked over his shoulder to see Phoenix and Halo mentally snapping his neck. With the pissed off look they have on their faces, they’re at that point where they might kill him. Naval aviators or not.

“And I see you still don’t have a partner,” I let out a laugh. “I mean with the receding hairline that you’ve had since twenty and the way you constantly think with your penis instead of your head says something.”

“Y/N, you look lovely tonight,” I looked over to see Admiral Kazansky walking up to me.

“Admiral, it’s nice to see you,” I gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s nice to see you too,” he smiled. “How are the kids? Pete and I have been meeting to ask you and Ruben if we can babysit them one day so the two of you can spend the day together.”

“We have to see about that,” I said. “The kids have been asking when you’re going to watch them.”

“Wow, a dependapotamus with kids and a husband in the Navy,” I snapped my head at what Dereck said. “Must be nice. Did you have to kneel on your knees in order to get funding for your company?”

“Oh, I knew there was a reason why I broke up with you,” I handed Ice my drink. “It’s because you’re a disgusting, misogynistic piece of shit that thought you can control me.”

“What?” He let out a laugh. “Also, you can’t call a commanding officer like that.”

“Yes she can,” Ice joined in. “She’s a private citizen and she can call you whatever you want.”

“Ice, I got this,” I gave him a smile and stepped closer to Dereck. “I did not kneel for any damn investors to start up my company. I worked my damn ass off like I always did throughout my whole life to become the CEO of my company. Unlike you who still uses daddy’s money to get whatever you want. Besides, I make more money than your damn father. So no, I’m not a damn dependapotamus and there’s nothing wrong being that if you are one.”

“You should really calm down right now,” he bellowed a laugh. “It’s just a joke, stop overreacting. Just treat a man with respect.”

“I won’t,” I snapped back. “If you don’t respect me, I don’t respect you. Easy as that. It’s not the damn 1940s anymore.”

Walking away, I ignored the looks from the audience that we’ve gained during that argument. Passing through them, I walked out to the garden to let the cool evening wind chill me out. Letting out a frustrated groan, I sat down on one of the benches to reflect what just happened.

“I see you’ve provided tonight’s entertainment.” I looked up to see my husband let out a chuckle.

“Did we cause that much of a ruckus?” I questioned.

“Not really, just a small audience was more entertained with you guys than the event itself,” he sat down next to me and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. “How are you feeling?”

“I-,” I let out a mix of a chuckle and a groan. “I should be used to this. Used to all of this sexism and microaggressions and backhanded compliments. But yet, there’s some new thing that just ticks me off. I’m so sick and tired. He called me a dependapotamus who slept her way up to the position I am in now.”

“If Mickey and Hangman didn’t hold me back, I would’ve punched him when I heard that,” he laughed, which made me laugh a little. “Besides, if you were a dependapotamus, you would be the hottest one in the Navy.”

“Even having two kids?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Even after having two kids,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“Why did you even marry me?”

“Because you are a badass, strong, and determined woman who doesn’t take any bullshit from misogynistic pieces of shit. I find that so attractive.”

“You really know how to woo a girl don’t you?”

“I do,” he smiled and we kissed. “Come on, the gang is planning on leaving early and heading to the Hard Deck. You’re up for that?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head.

We got off the bench and left the venue to walk to the Hard Deck since it wasn’t that far from there.

[midnightdevotion]

Name?

Hangman X reader

Warnings: uhhh none really? swearing I guess

a/n: This is part 1- hope you like it! 2k words

It's a hot end of summer day that you finally make it to your new home in small town California. Ready for a change of scenery and a slower paced life in a place where no one knows you or what happened to you.

You feel a simmering hope in your heart when you open the door to your new home. You're home. You knew you'd have your work cut out for you. Buying an older home at the steal you did, you were ready for the repairs of a lifetime. DIYing was about to become your new biggest hobby.

Shoving the old door open you grimace, the pictures definitely didn't make it look this bad. Shaking it off you decide that before you bring any of the minimal belongings you have with you, you should probably clean up a bit.

Running to the local grocery store, you find yourself slowly meandering around. Excited to start a new life yes, excited to clean up dust that has been collecting for 10 years not so much.

Truth is, you've always been a planner. You planned to graduate in marketing and start your career right after, you planned to buy your own home just out side of Boston, you planned to get married and raise you kids in that house, you planned every aspect you could about your life. It all went out the window the same minute you did out of that beautifully decorated Boston church. The minute you decided that Aaron wasn't what you wanted, the life you had started and were working so hard for wasn't one you wanted at all.

Your poor parents thought you were loosing your mind. To be fair not many people crawled out of a basement window in a church before marrying the CEO of Hansley Corp. You were supposed to be a Hansley by now, on your honeymoon in the south of France.

While you were thinking of how you ended up here staring at different dust sprays, you hear someone clear their throat.

"You know I never thought it was hard to pick out some dusting spay but you're making it look like the biggest decision of your life and I'm concerned I've been choosing wrong my whole life now" You let out a laugh before glancing over at the observant stranger.

"Well you know those pesky dust bunnies just piss me off" He raises a brow at your response, and you take him in fully. He's very attractive, with the whole blond hair green eye panty dropping smile thing he has going for him.

However, things in your life are complicated to say the least.

"no really I just got lost in thought- I may be procrastinating. You wouldn't blame me if you saw how much dust was waiting for me in my new house. "

"Now procrastination I understand very well, Can't be worse than some of the housing i've been assigned before" You glance back over him at that.

"army?"

"navy, I'm a Naval Aviator" If that is supposed to impress you, you can't tell, but you take note of it anyway.

"then yeah I can imagine the mess those seamen make" you find yourself cracking a grin at your own joke before you finish. His deep laughter coming from beside you has you filled with relief and something else you can't quite put your finger on.

"that was good-- You're new around here then" it's not so much a question as a statement but you find yourself nodding.

"Yeah, honestly I've been in town about an hour- You know where the hardware store is?" If he's shocked by your question he doesn't show it.

"yeah it's-- here I'll write the address down" and he flips the pad of paper he's holding and writing out an address for you. Are people always so nice in Small towns?

You're so use the hustle and bustle of Boston, that most the time you even look at a stranger you get a 'fuck off'.

"Thank you-- I have my work cut out for me on this new house"

"have you fixed up houses before?"

"Not even sort of, but now is a great time to start isn't it" you thank him again before diligently putting 8 bottles of pledge in your basket.

"Well uh- I'm new to small towns but I'm pretty sure it means I'll see you around..."

"My names Jake" You smile at that because it's so fitting.

"well I will see you around Jake" and with that you cart off, and it's not until your way out of sight that he realizes, he never got your name.

----

"No guys you don't understand she was gorgeous!"

"Oh we understand just fine hangman" Phoenix laughs

"Hangmans in looooooooveeee" is roosters reply, and he can't help but groan.

"I didn't even get her name" he sighs, Rooster and Phoenix share a glance, actually surprised how much hangman seems to be hung up on this.

"Look you said she just moved here right? So you will see her again and you can casually approach and see how she is settling in." and hangman could kiss rooster for having that idea.

"You're right" he plays with the toothpick in his mouth, refocusing on their game of pool, secretly hoping that he saw you again sooner rather than later.

---

"Motherfucking piece of shit" You kick the door that decided to get stuck, it doesn't budge. Sighing you look up to the lightly clouded sky, it's nearing 7 o'clock, you are exhausted, have a list a mile long to do and you can't even get inside your new home.

Kicking it one last time for good measure you almost cry out in joy that it opens. Hefting the box you had in your arms back up, you make your way inside the dusty entryway.

You didn't have much to bring in anyway- having chosen to sale all your furniture with your old house you had nothing more than a few boxes of personal belongings. Carrying them all into the master bedroom you decide to get to work. You start with dusting off the old countertops, which thankfully still look like a beautiful granite.

It takes you two hours to dust the kitchen and the living room, sweeping and vacuuming everything multiple times. Coughing when the dust kicks up and swearing like true sailor does.

It feels like the 90th time you've emptied the damn vacuum from how much you cleaned up. It's a solid 10pm when you decide that's all you can handle for the night.

You set up the cheap air mattress you bought earlier today in the middle of the furniture-less but very clean living room. Ordering a pizza and sighing as you think about the to-do list for tomorrow.

New door.

clean the rest of the house

order a damn bed

maybe buy some dishes.

You left it at four because you weren't sure how long cleaning the house would take you, or somehow taking off and putting on a new door? Can you even buy new doors same day?

You had so many questions and so many doubts about being able to do this, but when you think of the alternative- going back home to Boston, you decide you can do anything.

You get your pizza and eat in on your air mattress, watching some show on your phone like some sad frat boy. The ache in your back and tiredness behind your eyes is quick to catch up with you, lulling you into a sleep that despite being on an air mattress is pretty peaceful.

----

You awake to the sound of your door being knocked on. It startles you, you didn't know anyone in town why would someone be knocking at... 9:37 am? Groggily you slowly make you way to your door and fight it open. You don't expect to see a woman and her daughter staring at you.

"Hi! I'm Penny and this is Amelia, we live right next door- we've been waiting for a neighbor for years and we just wanted to welcome you" She thrusts a plate of cookies at you and you take it automatically.

"I um- wow that is so nice... I'm y/n it's definitely nice to meet you-- sorry for the groggy and unkempt look it's not how I usually answer doors" you almost grimace when you think how Aaron would've reacted to you opening the door like this.

"No worries- we woke you up, sorry for that by the way. We will get out of your hair but If you ever need a drink come down to the hard deck and it's on me for waking you!" you bid them a goodbye and shut the pain in the ass door. Shocked at the cookies in your hands and the politeness around town, but you like it, and it's definitely something you could get use to.

Placing the cookies on your counter you messily shove one in your mouth before heading up the stairs. You make quick work of dusting and vacuuming the master bedroom before you head into the shower.

You let the warm water slide over you and relax your sore muscles. Despite what one might think, climbing out of a church window- panic packing and driving 4 days to the other side of the country and then cleaning up an unholy amount of dust made you sorer than you could've thought. When you feel you've cleaned off any and all remnants of dust on your skin you climb out.

Quickly getting dressed and ready, you check your phone to see 42 missed calls from aaron and several from your friends and family. Deciding it wasn't going to be todays problem you lock it again and make your way down the stairs.

Finding jakes note for the hardware store you grin a little at his messy handwriting, it suits him. Giving the stubborn door a glare as you make your way out of the house.

Sighing as you stare at doors in the hardware store you here a small chuckle.

"we've got to stop meeting like this" you turn to see none other than Jake, who looks like he's working on a project of his own. His cart full of varying tools.

"if I didn't know better all those tools look like you might be ready to start serial killing" He laughs.

"No no, just helping my buddy fix his back porch- what did these poor doors do to you?"

"Nothing-yet. I just don't know which one I like better"

"I'd go with this one personally, it's strong and secure for safety and you could paint it any color once your done remodeling"

"hmmm that's a good point" you grin at him.

"thanks for being my small town savior once again" He gives you a cheeky smile right back.

"it's what I'm here for" you detect a small twang to his voice and decide to ask him another time about where he is from.

"Hangman!" his head moves to that, the shout coming from a couple aisles down.

"well I guess I should get back to the pain in the ass"

"Hangman?" you question before he makes his escape.

"Oh yeah it's my callsign- all pilots have one and it basically becomes our names after that."

"Oh well good to know, have fun Jake" be wishes you fun with the door picking process too- a strange sense of butterflies filling him as he makes his way to the stubborn mustached man, you still called him Jake.

and god dammit he forgot to ask your name again.

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