#dilf Jake Seresin

[themorriganwitch]

The Au Pair Diaries Part 1 | Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake Seresin was in desperate need for an au pair for his twin girls. What he did not expect was to fall in love with the 23 year old girl who is absolutely forbidden but now lives next to his bedroom.

Words: 2,6k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: This is the first part of my upcoming series about Jake and his Au Pair. This Series will contain 18+ content, so MDNI. Please be aware that English is not my firs language, so there will be mistakes. Feedback and Rebloggs are always dearly appreciated.

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“You can do this”, you mutter to yourself. “Everything will be alright. You just have to ring the doorbell and beg on your knees that he will give you the job. And if this won’t work you could use your position on your knees to suck him mind-blowingly good, so he will give you the job regardless”. 

Yeah, that won’t work. Not just because you have absolutely no clue about giving a mind-blowing blow job, but also because your meeting with Lieutenant Jake Seresin was in exactly 4 minutes and 32 seconds and if you won’t stop running up and down the sidewalk in front of his pretty beach house, you would still be running out here next week instead of taking  your very last chance to not fuck everything up you had worked the last 3 years of your life for.

As you make your way down the Seresin driveway, you try to calm your nerves. 

You absolutely hated the fact that you had be here alone, but since your chaperon, Lily, had called you this morning and told you that she sadly won’t make it to the interview, you had no choice but to go through this on your own. 

You know you should not be mad at her; you were very well aware of the fact that you can’t control when your kids get sick, but after the disaster with your last host family you just wished you had someone to hold your hand and tell you everything will be alright. 

Welcome to adulthood, you guess, where you have to handle any hardships of life alone. 

As you were now eye to eye with the nice white front door of your hopefully soon-to be home, you took a last breath and prayed for a tiny wonder as your finger push the doorbell on your right. 

It only took a couple of seconds until you were hearing footsteps approaching  on the other side of the door and soon you were staring into a beautiful pair of green eyes. 

“Hey, how can I help you?”, the man in front of you asks.

You open your mouth to answer but holy hell if this has not been the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life.

Tall, broad shoulders, perfectly styled blonde hair and a face as gorgeous as it was chiseled by Michelangelo himself.

You were honestly to stunned to speak. 

“Are you okay?”, he asks, a cocky smile forming on his kissable looking lips, like he knows exactly why you were not answering right now. 

You clear you throat, trying to not embarrass yourself any further.

 “Hi, I am y/n. I am here for the au pair interview”, you smile the kindest smile you have to offer. 

Now it was his turn to clear his throat. “Yeah sure, thought you were coming with your chaperon”, it wasn’t a real question, but you answer nevertheless, trying to ban all of the uneasiness caused by your starring scene. 

“Her son got sick, so it’s just all me”.

“Oh. Huh. Do you want to come inside?”.

You nod, following him inside his home where he directs the both of you into his kitchen. 

“My daughters are currently in their room”, he informs you while subtly directing you to take place on a chair in front of the counter. “Thought it would be better if the both of us talk first, before you are meeting them”. 

“Sure”, you agree, looking up to him, waiting that he might ask you a question or anything. Instead of talking to you, you caught him eyeing you from head to toes, similar the way you did at his doorstep. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jake Seresin knew that you were going to be the death to him as soon as he opened the door. 

Your green tank top that fitted you just right, the denim shorts that were not short enough to be called slutty but sat just tight enough that he knew that if he would have seen your backside, he’d had to fight the urge to bend you over the counter and spank your ass for teasing him like this. 

After you fully consented to this, of course. 

And now you were looking up to him with big eyes and pouty lips, and for a second, he questions how you would look with tears streaming out of those gorgeous eyes, your pretty mouth stuffed full of his cock, while he praises you for taking him so well. 

Damn it, Hangman, he tells himself. Get a hold of yourself. She is here to work with your daughters and live with you for fucks sake. You are in desperate need of her help, don’t let your cock fuck this up. 

“So, you already had a host family before?”, he asks you after a moment of silence while he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

Your mouth went dry. Holy Moly, that’s a huge biceps. 

“Yes”, you clear your throat. “But I have only been there for six weeks. It did not go very well, so the agency suggested me to leave”. 

Jake nods: “So how many months do you have left then, for your stay?”

“A bit more than 10”.

Jake nods again.

“I read your profile. You seem to be very qualified. You are 23 and studying back home to become a primary school teacher, which makes you a bit older than most of the profiles I went through. But I would like to hear a bit more of your personality. What are your hobbies back home or how are you planning to spend the time with my kids?”, he looks at you attentively.

You thought about his question for a second, before you answer it truthfully, enumerating most of your hobbies as well as all the free time activates for his girls you thought about, after Lily had told you about their profile. 

The interview goes on, as he asks you everything he comes up with at the moment. 

After he finished, he continues by telling you what he was expecting from you. 

“The girls are at school from 9 to 3, since I must be on base at 7, it would be your job to get them ready, pack breakfast and Lunch and drive them to school. 

After you come back, it would be nice if you could tidy up a bit, nothing wild though. Just like starting the dishwasher and packing the girls’ toys away. I can take care of my stuff, so you won’t have to bother with that. Until the girls are done with school you would then have been time to do anything you like.

Around 3, you would have to pick them up again and then either bring them to their after-school activities or come home and do whatever you come up with to keep them entertained. I’ll be back home around 5, so you won’t have to deal with dinner except for the cases where I’ll be late, which sadly will occur more often than not”. 

“Sounds pretty doable to me”, you say, figuring out that he will tell you the details of his daughters afternoon activities and anything else as soon as he decides if you are going to match. 

Even though you felt like your interview went pretty good until now, you could feel some kind of resistance on his side. You swallow. Lily made you well aware of the fact that Jake Seresins family was the only one who were looking for someone that matches your profile right now, if he declines you as his au pair, the agency would have no choice but to send you back home and all the money you worked your ass up for, to pay the agency. would be flushed down the toilet. 

Something you won’t let happen.

You could not know that the reason for the aviators resistsance towards you was coming from his unexplainable, but primal urge to dick you down. 

“Please, Lieutenant Seresin”, you say but he interrupts you, his jaw clenches while a shiver went down his spine as you use his rank. 

“You can call me Jake, kid.  No need for calling me Lieutenant or God forbid, Mr. Seresin”.

“Fine, Jake”, you start again exaggerating his first name, trying to gain some plus points. 

“I will be the best Au Pair you could ask for; I promise. I am extremely tidy, my food tastes good and I will never complain about working a bit longer on the weekends, when you have to stay on base a little longer or want to out with your friends”.

You look at him with your best pleading eyes. 

Jake sighs, rubbing his forehead as he feels a migraine approaching. This shit was tiring, he went through so many Au pairs, reading their online profiles and spending hours with skype interviews but all of them just weren’t it for him. 

And now you were sitting in his kitchen, hair in a messy bun, the fabric of your green tank top thin enough, that he could see your nipples perking through.

He groans inwardly. The last thing he could do is making such an important decision because his dick told him so, but as he looks into your desperate but yet hopeful eyes, he just could not say no to you.

“Fine, we can try this”, the blonde man announces. “But you will have to meet the girls first and if I have the feeling that the three of you will work out when I’m gone, you can move in, and I’ll talk to your agency”. 

“Oh my god, thank you so much”, you say, standing up from your chair and hugging him tight before you could really think about it. 

But as soon as you feel your hands on his hard, muscled back, you just realized what you were doing, and your hands were gone as fast as they had approached him.

“I’m sorry”, you state awkwardly, avoiding his gaze while panic arises inside you mind. 

Holy hell, not enough that he caught you eye fucking him in the very beginning but now he has to think you are encroaching too.

You already open your mouth again, a ton of excuses on the edge of your lips, as you make yourself ready to beg for his forgiveness, but Jake simply clears his throat, an amused glance in his green eyes as he nods his head towards the hallway.

 “Ready to meet the girls?” 

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The Double Trouble, as their dad lovingly introduces his twin daughters to you, were two beautiful ocean-eyed girls at the age of 8.

Charlie, the older one, by exactly 2 and a half minutes as she tells you proudly, closes you into her heart forever as soon as you compliment all 13 Taylor Swift Poster that were hanging on her side of the room. 

“You like Taylor Swift?”, she asks you with doll eyes. 

“Oh, I love her”, you reply smiling. “My favorite Album is Reputation. Which is yours?” 

“Lover”, Charlie tells you, her long blond curls bouncing wildly as she hops up and down in excitement. “But I really love Fearless too. Daddy is also a huge fan”.

You turn your head back to the doorframe, where Jake was standing. “You are?”, you ask interested. He lifts his hands defensively: “All I ever said was that her Debut Album sounds okay, for country music”.

“Daddy, you told us not to lie”, Charlie says, the look in her green eyes was way too mischievous for a girl her age. “He loves singing to her with us in the car, he also has a special dance move he does when we- “.

“Charlotte Seresin, there is no need to tell everyone your dad’s secrets, alright?”, Jake reminds his daughter, who he knows inherited way too much of his cocky manner. 

“That’s why I sometimes call her ‘little devil’”. There was definitely no explanation needed where this nickname was coming from. You smile to yourself, already knowing that Charlie would be a handful.

“What about you, Izzy?”, you ask the other twin, who has been silent  for most of the time since you had entered the room. “Do you also like Taylor Swift?”.

She shakes her head. “Not really. I listen to her with Charlie and Daddy but not by myself”. You take a step closer to her bed, where she was sitting, before you kneel in front of her. 

“Well, what do you like to do when you are by yourself?”

She crooks her head slightly, the same blonde curls as her sisters framing her face. Where Charlie seems to be the outspoken and louder on, Izzy was quieter and more reserved. 

 “I like to read”, she then answers. 

“Really? Me too. I absolutely loved the Harry Potter books, when I was your age. Do you know them?

Her eyes light up as you mention the book that was currently laying on her nightstand. She takes it with her tiny hands and offers it to you. “I am reading book three”, she tells you, smiling shyly. 

“It is my favorite book from all of them”.

“It is a really good one”, you agree, reciprocating her smile. 

“Do you also like to read, Charlie?”, you look back to the other side of the room, where Charlie was sitting on her own bad. 

“Not really. Daddy also does not read”, you heard Jake sigh in the doorframe at her words. 

You chuckle to yourself, if Jake really lets you stay, you think, you will really have a great time with his daughters. 

The next couple of minutes you were talking to Izzy and Charlie about music and books and anything else each of them comes up with. Charlie was currently telling you about a particular beach day the twins had with their dad and some of his friends, when Jakes phone rings and he excuses himself out of the room to answer the call. 

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“Is this the phone of Lieutenant Seresin?”, a voice asks.

“It is, yeah”, Jake answers, leaning his back on the hallway wall where he still gets a good view of you sitting in his twin’s bedroom. 

“My name is Lily. I am y/ns advisor in her au pair agency. I am calling to ask how the interview went?”

“Oh”, Jake stutters, thinking about a good answer. The interview went well, really well.

 And it seems like you were doing great with his daughters too, especially with Izzy. 

He knows his younger twin sometimes has a hard time with her bubbly sister, but as he could now hear her voice down the hallway how she tells you excitedly how he lost a match of Mario Kart to Bradshaw once  and then had to jump into the ocean, fully clothed, he feels his heart swelling with pure adoration for his daughter but also for you, pulling this side out of her so easily. 

“Lieutenant?”, he hears Lily asking. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah”, Jake clears his throat. “The Interview went well”.

And as soon as I stop thinking with my cock, I hope it also stays well, he thinks to himself.

“That’s great. After everything that went down with her old family, I was really rooting for you to be her new host family. So, do you think it will work out with the four of you?”

That’s the moment he hears you laughing whole heartly at something Charlie said to you and it was one of the purest sounds he had ever witness. 

Even though he did not know about it right know, his future self was thanking him with his entire being for the decision he was about to make, while his current one was sure that this would end in an absolute disaster.

Nevertheless, he answers Lilys question honestly. 

“Yeah, I think the four of us will work out pretty good”.

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Part 2 can be read here

[prongsflower]

this is a video of a baby seeing her father without his beard for the first time

watch the video and tell me this isn’t bradley bradshaw’s baby seeing him without his mustache for the first time!!!

someone pls write something based on this 😭😭

video credit: @/karina_valim on tiktok

[spidervee]

Look, I'm not saying DILF! Jake who has a salt and pepper beard and gray's through his hair

But yeah, I totally am.

He would go down on you first thing in the morning and then whisper "morning mama" after he made you see stars and kisses you

stop stop stop I can’t handle it he’d be such a dilf! And he’d be so into making you feel good for being the best mama ever. I’m gonna scream 🌻💛 jake seresin x fem!reader; 18+ only; smutty morning oral sex and daddy!jake

You’re woken up by the faint scratch of stubble on the inside of your thigh, the catch of nibbling teeth along your kneecap that makes your toes curl into the silken sheets beneath your body.

When your eyes finally flutter open, you can sense Jake before you fully feel him where he’s buried himself under the duvet, strong and calloused hands running up and down your legs, teasing at the hem of your sleep shorts.

For a moment, you’re lost in your husband’s touch, in the way that the cool, smooth metal of his wedding band rubs over your rapidly heating skin. Then, it hits you. The sun is up and there are no children invading the sanctity of your bedroom, no voices from cartoon Heelers sounding from the living room, no laughter or giggles or crying or screaming. Just the sound of Jake beginning to kiss up your legs and the noise of your own heart in your ears.

As if he can read your mind, Jake lifts his head, a small tunnel forming within the blankets so you can see where he’s resting himself between your thighs, his green eyes glinting in the ray of sunlight that filters in from the window, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Bradshaw picked them up an hour ago,” he tells you, “You've been working so hard lately, thought you needed a break, baby.”

“Jake,” you whisper, your voice hoarse, partly from sleep, partly from the breathless wonder you feel at his care. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, mama,” Jake teases, moving his lips back to your leg, “‘s’a bit selfish too, if I’m bein’ honest.”

“Oh?” You smirk, knees falling further apart as Jake begins to kiss up toward your core, the scratch of his beard aching so good against your sensitive skin.

Jake makes a sound against your body, a mumble of agreement. You thread your fingers through his hair, grown out a bit now, and remember how you’d tugged at it playfully last night while he unloaded the dishwasher. “Got some more greys in there, daddy. I like it.”

You’d seen the way Jake had eyed you wolfishly, giggled at the way he’d smacked your ass as quietly as possible after you finished putting the kids to bed. Then you’d gone to take a shower and he was fast asleep by the time you were finished and you hadn’t the heart to wake him.

Gasping as Jake’s lips finally find your warm core, his tongue teasing and gentle, you’re grateful that you got to sleep in. You had a feeling that Jake was going to need a lot of attention today.

[sunlightmurdock]

okay apocalypse dbf!jake will not let me go again so- I need the confession 🙏 I need the tear-stained first kiss after an attack, with too much adrenaline and too little care for the inappropriate age gap

EEK me either me either me either ! I’m so insane about him rn

And I feel like this particular attack would be a big one. Resources are running low and Jake won’t leave you up on that mountain by yourself, so he has no choice but to bring you with him. He has done what he can, preparing you for this.

It scares you, even when it’s just all pretend with him. He’s not as kind when he’s training you. Even as you’re crying and telling him to stop it, that you don’t want to, he’s yelling and insisting that you aim straight and breathe — that these things won’t stop no matter how much you cry, or scream, or beg.

He doesn’t mean to be cruel. It would be far more cruel to leave you unprepared, to let something happen to you.

This is a low stakes run, but you can feel that he’s unhappy having you here. It’s itching at you that maybe it’s because you couldn’t hit that target last time. He had tied a thick tree branch to a length of rope, pushed hard, and let it swing. Your first moving target. Not so much as a chip in the wood. You’ve got a pretty big knife, one that could tear muscle from bone— he won’t give you a gun.

You know he’s focused on protecting you, it’s an awful feeling to think that you may not be able to do the same for him, especially after all he has done for you so far.

It’s a gas station, back off of the road, early enough on that it hasn’t yet been completely raided. Heavy metal shutters cover the windows, but Jake makes quick work of the padlocks on the back door. The power has all gone out by now, it’s just the light from your flashlights to guide the way. Jake is two paces ahead, close enough to jump back and pull you behind him if he needs.

It’s eerily quiet. You’re stuck to him like a shadow as he surveys for danger, and ultimately decides that it’s okay.

Keep away from the doors and windows, stay where I can see you. Dejected and feeling more uselessly childish than you have in a long time, you sweep the shelves and take what you can while Jake does the same. Continually, he checks over top of the shelves to see if he can see the top of your head.

It’s going too well, it tricks you both into thinking that this is going to be easy. You’re focused, on your knees and rummaging through the medicines to take everything you could need. You don’t even notice the noise that you’re making. Jake doesn’t mind the rummaging sounds, it means he can hear where you are without needing to watch.

But then, so can the employee who took such care to fortify this place before he took swallowed back a cocktail and pills the second that he saw his home in flames and his undead mother staggering around on the news footage. He made himself comfortable before he passed. His shoes and his jacket are in the back room. His socks are almost silent against the linoleum as he staggers around the corner.

He’s tall, and skinny, and hadn’t hurt anyone in his entire life. But he’s close enough by the time you spot him that his height gives you no room to stand up. His eyes are wide and gorging, the sockets sullen and lifeless. You haven’t seen one of them so clean before, part of him still looks human. His lips are pulled back, animal, growling weakly as he reaches for you and tumbles forwards.

Jake hears the scream and he swears that he’s going to be too late. Even just across the floor of the gas station — it takes seconds for one of those things to get their jaws around you. He’s sick to his stomach, his gun pulled and the safety off, uncaring about if the sound draws attention for miles around.

He rounds the corner and spots the puddle of dark, thick blood first. His heart sinks to his stomach, until he realises that it isn’t yours. You push the corpse back, off of you. Your knife is plunged through the socket of its eye, it’s dead. You take one look at Jake, and crumble, tears pouring from your eyes as you stare at your blood soaked hands.

“Shh, I’m here. Shh, shh, shh. You’re okay,” Jake whispers, sinking to his knees and pulling you off of the floor, cradling you in his arms as he kisses the top of your head. “It’s alright, I’m right here. You’re safe, you’re okay.”

“I didn’t— I didn’t see it— it was —“

“I know, sweet girl,” Jake whispers, rubbing soothingly at your back. He presses his lips together and kisses softly at your temple. “You did so good. You did it. You’re alright now.”

Again, Jake kisses your temple softly, hugging you closer. His weight and his smell, his strong arms wrapped around you. All of it almost makes you forget where you are. Blinking back any more tears, you turn your head as he kisses at your temple again. This time, you’re looking at him as he pulls back.

Tears soaking your lashes and your cheeks, staring up at him. Jake’s throat feels thick, his mouth suddenly dry as your fingers press into his arms. You are okay, you did it. He’s here. You sit forwards first, and Jake’s met with the exact thing that he has been trying to stop himself from thinking about for these past few weeks. Your lips are just as soft as they look, and your hands pawing at his arms make him melt into you.

Before all of this, Jake tried so hard to fight it. You’re so much younger. Your father would have never approved. Now, he supposes — it doesn’t matter. What matters, is keeping you safe, and he’s so glad that you’re safe.

His hand grabs firmly at the nape of your neck as he presses closer, deepening his hold on you, kissing you firmly.

[rhettabbotts]

i’m sorry i just need to get this out, okay imagine dilf jake sitting at your dinner table looking over your kids homework and you just walking over, sliding your hands on his shoulders and whispering in his ear “you know i never told you that i have a thing for dads” and his eyes just going 👀

ndjandjsnenendn my dilf loving heart is screaming

DILF JAKEEEEEEE

god just imagine how good he would look sitting there, glasses perched on his nose as he’s reading over their math homework (i like to think jake is insanely good at math okay?). he’s just in a tshirt and shorts but you can’t help but think that’s the sexiest he’s looked. he runs his hand through his hair, chewing on his bottom lip as he reads over the paper, marking it every now and then.

you make your way over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, sliding your hands down his chest before coming back up.

“can i help you?” he says, smiling as you place a small kiss to his neck, feeling you grin against his skin.

“no, just admiring my handsome husband. you know, i don’t think i’ve ever mentioned this but, i have a thing for dads.” you don’t miss the way he side eyes you or the smirk that spreads across this face.

“that right?”

“yeah, you’re a total dilf, jake.”

and if he pounds you into the mattress a little harder that night after the kids go to bed, you don’t say anything.

[sebsxphia]

Single dad Hangman who has had a babysitter fantasy since he was a teenager fantasing about his grad school student next door neighbour who helps look after his rowdy boys when he's busy

ohhhhhh my god wait wait wait wait this is so so so hot 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

he thinks the teenage fantasy is done with. he’s a grown man now with two kids who has had plenty of sex in the meantime. but then you move in next door and then you offer to babysit his kids and now you’re sat on his kitchen counter, thighs spread and drinking your coke while you scroll through your phone.

you’re completely unware that jake has come home and his eyes are raking over your bare thighs and shoulders. you’re not even bothering to hide anything.

he wants to badly to slip in between your thighs and ghost his hands over your tank top, over your hips. he bets that your skin is the softest he’s ever felt and your cunt tastes sickly sweet. he’s brought back to the present when you notice him and jump down from the counter top with a warm smile. god, your breasts move perfectly in that top. “hey, mr seresin! they’re both in bed and fast asleep.”

“please, call me jake. how many times do i have to tell you.” jake leans against the kitchen top and folds his arms across his chest, making good work of showing off his arms. “sorry, jake.” he’s ninety nine percent sure you said his name with a far lower and sultry tone on purpose.

you were going to be the death of him.

hee hee thank you so much for this incredible thot dear anon!! 💌

[topguncortez]

there are three versions of Jake Seresin i love:

1. Dad Jake

2. Professor Seresin

3. Power Bottom Jake

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

BABY

For the prompts; come over here and overwhelm me + in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

BUT ITS DILF!JAKE please! Like they’ve attended a navy gala or whatever, Jake is an admiral, someone is watching the kids and it’s just them

DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE thank you for this Fe...I simply let this get away from me....

prompt: in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city

word count: 2029

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI ( some plot, dilf!jake, lots of teasing, slightly dom jake, kinda public sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected pinv, slight voyeurism)

Jake got down from the stage when his portion of the ceremony was over. When he was done pinning medals and ribbons on bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Lieutenants and Commanders. He shook hands as he serpentined his way back to the table where Ronnie sat waiting for him. Smiling and leaning in close to hear what the older Admirals and slightly younger Captains had to say. He laughed and schmoozed and made people feel important. 

But no one felt as important, as loved, as seen as Admiral Seresin’s wife — sitting at their table with eyes only for him as she watched him make his way back to her.

“How many kids do you guys have now?” Mrs. Lawson, wife of some other Admiral, asked with a smile as she leaned closer to Ronnie. 

“Three,” Ronnie sighed, smiling at the older woman. “Maisie, Noah, and Rhodes.”

Ronnie pulled her phone from her clutch and showed a picture of the three of them to Mrs. Lawson, who cooed. “Adorable. And where are they tonight?”

“The Admiral and I actually took the week leading up to this off — little vacation. So they’re back home with his parents in Texas getting spoiled rotten.”

“Oh, what fun! I love when the littles get to stay with us,” Mrs. Lawson said. 

Jake finally made it back to his seat, sinking down beside Ronnie with a small sigh. He drank greedily from his glass of water, throat parched from the elaborate ceremony and then the chatter on his way back. He set his glass down and smiled as Ronnie continued to be engrossed in conversation with Mrs. Lawson. The two of them fawning over pictures of the Lawson grandbabies. Jake was more than content to sit and listen and watch. His arm propped up behind her chair as he looked at her with a fond smile. 

Ronnie looked beautiful tonight. She wore that dress he had picked out for her especially. Green chiffon like his eyes with gold sequins on the bodice. He had sent her to the best makeup and hair stylists in DC just for this event — everything done to perfection and leaving Ronnie feeling just as beautiful as she always looked to him. She looked like a dream. A princess. His princess. His dream. Even after all these years. Even after three kids and too many arguments to count and tears shed and greys and wrinkles starting to show. 

As he continued to watch her, watch her lips form around a laugh and words he couldn’t really hear, Jake felt his cock twitch in his pants.

He was quick to adjust himself, scoot back further in his chair and tug at the pant of his dress blues. He focused his gaze on the stitch in the cream tablecloth, willing himself to calm down and not walk out of this important awards ceremony with a visible semi. A gentle hand was placed on his arm and he looked over to see Ronnie smiling at him concerned. 

“You good?” she asked, head tilted to one side. 

“M’good,” Jake gruffed out in reply.

Oh, but Ronnie knew better. She knew his tells like the back of her own hand. Like her favorite novel. Her eyebrow ticked up as she took in the slight flush of his cheeks, the dilation of his pupils, and the way he was sitting in his chair. 

Ronnie gave him an incredulous look as it finally clicked. “Jake Seresin. Right now?”

“What can I say?” Jake shrugged, not even slightly sheepish, as he grabbed hold of her chair and pulled her closer to him — arm wrapping around her waist. “You look really good, sweets.”

“Mm, you do too.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek as she placed her hand on his thigh. 

He gave her a look as she squeezed the strong muscle just beneath, huffing harshly through his nose when his cock began to get that familiar ache. Then Ronnie went back to her conversation with Mrs. Lawson, leaving Jake staring at the tablecloth and breathing deeply beside her. Her hand still as could be on his thigh.

It felt like an eternity for the rest of the awards ceremony to finish. Ronnie squeezing his thigh, rubbing up and down the fabric of his blue pants, and occasionally snaking her hand over his growing bulge. Even after all this time, she could be such a tease. 

They had to walk out of the ballroom with Ronnie walking directly in front of her husband, his hands firm on her waist to keep her in place, in order to hide what was no longer a semi and definitely a raging hard-on.

Another Admiral stopped them in the hotel lobby, wanting to quickly ask how the kids were doing and what Jake was getting up to at Fort Worth with his newest recruits. Jake tried to keep steady, keep his voice even as he talked about Maisie starting fifth grade and Rhodes loving to skate just like his mom. But then Ronnie took her teasing to the next level. As Jake switched subjects to discuss his training regiment with his pilots, she subtly ground her ass back into his hardened length. 

He was able to cover up his groan with a cough and continue on his conversation. But he squeezed Ronnie’s sides tight. A warning for her to stop and she followed that warning with teeth clamped down hard on her lip. She knew she was pushing it, doing that in front of one of his colleagues — an Admiral with one more star than he had. But she really just couldn’t help it.

She behaved the rest of the way up to their hotel room. 

With the door closed and locked, Jake walked to the center of the room as he undid the buttons of his dress blues jacket. He laid the jacket down on the desk chair in the corner and it was quickly joined by the white button-up he was wearing beneath it. Leaving him only in his white undershirt, blue dress pants, and his finely polished shoes. All of this was done in silence with Ronnie just standing there watching him — her clutch left on the table and her heels kicked off at the door.

Jake turned to her once his own shoes were toed off, socked feet padding towards her quietly as his green eyes bored right into her. It made her chest heave in anticipation the closer and closer he got. 

“You can be such a tease sometimes,” he growled as he cupped her jaw in his hand.

She leveled him with a look. “So can you.”

“Touche.” But his expression turned dark as he pulled her in flush against his chest. “But I don’t tease you in front of your boss, do I?”

“I don’t have a boss,” she replied breathlessly, again, knowing she was pushing it but God this side of Jake didn’t come out often and she wanted to see how far she could take it. “Technically, if we think about it, Maisie is the boss of me. She’s too much like you.”

Jake bit back a grin at her comment about their daughter. It was the truth. But he was too keyed up and too annoyed at her teasing to laugh at it. Instead, he kissed her. Harsh and bruising and full of teeth nipping at lips and nearly bending her backwards as he searched blindly for the zip of her dress. He found it with a small noise of success as he bit down on her bottom lip — pulling back her swollen flesh as he yanked the zipper down. Leaving her in nothing but her delicate lace panties. 

He groaned appreciatively as he stepped back from her, watched her thighs rub together to try and relieve the growing pressure between her legs. He smirked as his eyes landed on her flushed face, her blown pupils, the way her hands reached up to toy with her breasts in some gamble to entice him to touch himself. 

But Jake had already made up his mind. She needed a bit of punishment, a reminder not to do what she did in the lobby again. 

“Take these off.” He hooked a finger in the waistband of her lace and snapped it back against her hip. “And stand in front of the window.” 

He jerked his head back slightly towards the window he wanted. Their room was on the fifth floor overlooking downtown Washington DC. There were offices and apartments right across the street. And the hotel was nice, really nice. The windows floor to ceiling and right now the curtains were completely open. Ronnie bit her lip as a thrill went down her spine, making her shudder. 

She did as she was told quietly. Taking off her panties, Jake watched and held out his hand for them once she was done. Ronnie looked up at him as she passed them off, doe-eyed and batting her lashes at him innocently. Then she walked over to the windows, hips swaying in that way Jake liked.

Standing there completely naked, for anyone to see, Ronnie watched the DC nightlife go by as she waited for Jake to come to her. Over her shoulder, she heard Jake groan softly as he inspected her panties. 

“Your fuckin’ soaked already, aren’t ya, darlin’?” Jake asked as he pressed his chest into her bare back. 

She whined quietly at the feeling of his shirt and pants against her skin. He was still wearing them, even while she was completely bare. Jake’s hands clamped down on her waist to hold her still as he bit her earlobe. 

“You were so mouthy just a second ago,” he hissed in her ear. “I asked you a question.” 

“Yes, yes!” Ronnie gasped. “I’m fucking dripping…Just for you, Jay.”

Taking hold his hand, he allowed her to drag his fingers down to her aching core. And she was right. She was wet, dripping down her thighs. She made a soft little oh noise as he pushed his fingers through her folds, teasing around her clit and at her entrance.

“Jesus,” Jake grunted as he easily inserted two fingers inside her, forcing her up on her toes as he curled them into that spongey spot he loved. “Is it the fact anyone could see you right now? Completely naked for me — getting off on my fingers? Anyone could just look up and see you. Even that three-star Admiral who was eyeing your tits earlier.”

Ronnie gasped as he pressed his thumb hard into her clit, her hands shooting up to the glass to keep herself upright. “Yes — mm — Jay. Want people to look. Want them to see you fuck me so good.” 

Jake growled, a rumble deep in his chest as he pulled his fingers from her cunt. Ronnie cried out at the loss, falling further into the glass. Jake quickly undid his pants and pulled out his dick, pumping himself a few times before sliding completely inside her with one smooth thrust.

“Oh, yes, Jake — fuck — ah!”

He pushed her completely flush with the window, her tits pressed against the cold glass. A stark contrast to the heat of Jake moving, thrusting at a brutal pace behind her. He forced his fingers into her perfect updo, pushing her face against the window and making her drool as she took all that he gave her.

“Fuck, I want you to tease me,” Jake breathed harshly into her shoulder. “Want all those fuckers to know that I belong to you — that hot mama with perfect tits.” 

Despite everything, despite how turned on and desperate she was, Ronnie laughed. And Jake laughed too. His other hand snaked around to strum at her clit — and after that she was a goner. Pushing back against his thrusts and clenching down on him so tight Jake was sure her pussy was trying to push him out. He thrust up into her once, twice, three more times before he spilled inside her with his teeth biting into her shoulder. 

“I’m yours,” Ronnie panted, hand reaching back to hold the back of his head. “You're mine. Always. Forever.”

[hangmanapologist]

Jake Seresin has HUGE girl dad energy

[themorriganwitch]

The Au Pair Diaries Part 2 I Jake Seresin x Reader

Fic Summary: Jake Seresin was in desperate need for an au pair for his twin girls. What he did not expect was to fall in love with the 23 year old girl who is absolutely forbidden but now lives next to his bedroom.

Chapter Summary: After some strange incidents during your first couple of days in San Diego, Coyote feels the need to lecture his Wingman from the very beginning to not go after his Au Pair

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Words: 3,4K

A/N: This is the second chapter to my pic The Au Pair Diaries. If you want to be add to the taglist please let me know. Comments and Reblogs are always dearly appreciated.

Part 1 can be read here

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After Jake had finished his call with your agency, he makes his way back into Charlies and Izzy’s bedroom, smiling as he watches the three of you sitting on the floor, browsing through one of Izzy’s books. 

Damn, he thought to himself, you must have some kind of special power if you managed to calm Charlie down enough so that she actually takes a look into a book. 

Jake knocks at the doorframe to catch your attention, reciprocating your soft smile as you lift your head to look at him. 

He points towards the cellphone he is holding in his other hand: “Lily just called me. Do you have a second to talk?” 

“Sure”, you answer nervously, before you instruct the twins, who only let you go under loud protest, to continue reading the book. 

You follow him back into the kitchen, where he offers you the same chair as about an hour ago. 

“Do you want me to sit down for the bad news?”, your try to conceal your nervousness with a joke, but as you look into these eyes you just know that he saw right through you. 

 Jake chuckles to himself. “No need to panic, kid. I told your advisor that the interview went well and that I would be happy to have you stay”.

“Really?”, you beam at him, the most breathtaking smile on your lips. 

“Yeah”, he confirms, asking himself if you would jump up again and hug him close. 

But as you make no attempt to do so, he ignores the light disappointed feeling in his stomach. 

“Oh my god, thank you so much. I promise that you won’t regret this decision”.

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“And that’s your bedroom”, Jake ends the tour around his house by showing you the room right next to his own. 

The bedroom was quite big, way bigger than the room you were given by your last host family, and it provides enough place for a comfortable looking bed, a full body mirror, some shelves, a closet, and a TV. 

“It looks great”, you say, already thinking about the best places for most of your décor.

“I can get rid of some of the shelves, if you need more space”, Jake offers.

“Oh, that’s nice but you don’ have too”, you tell him. “They suit fantastically as bookshelves”. 

“You read?”, he asks interested. You answer with a nod. “What type of books?”.

“Oh. Uhm. Various types”, you say vaguely. There is no way you would tell him about the book you just finished on your flight to San Diego – a spicy Omegaverse Reverse Harem book.

Even though you must admit that the look on his face, when you’d explain terms like knotting to him, would probably be worse the slight embarrassment you’d feel by telling your sexy host dad about your book preferences. 

If Jake finds your reaction to his question suspicious, he does not bother to let you know. 

“Alright, maybe we should go and get your stuff?”. 

You nod, before explaining him the way to the motel where your agency had placed you before the interview. 

“Would you be okay with me grabbing your stuff, while you look after the girls?”

“Sure”, you agree. “But don’t you need help? I have about three suitcases and they are all quite heavy”. 

Jake looks at you as if he could not decide whether to be amused by your offer or feel insulted that you thought he were not capable to handle three damn suitcases.

“Don’t worry kid, I’ll take care of this”. 

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A couple of hours later, after Jake got your stuff, gave you a first briefing on what you should expect the next couple of days and your first dinner with the 3 Seresins, you were now laying in your freshly washed covers revising everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. 

From being afraid and nervous to having to give up on your dream over to having the most adorable host kids, living in a pretty beach house and not to forget the eye-candy who is paying you. 

Thank you, Universe. 

After Jake had brought his girls to bed, he had told you that he has the day off tomorrow and would take care of bringing Charlie and Izzy to School. 

“You should sleep in”, he had said. “And when you get up, I can show you where the school is, the grocery store and the base. But I hope that we will never have that big of an Emergency for you to actually come and get me from there”. 

You had just nod as you felt yourself getting more tired with every word he spoke, which had earned you one of his rare, soft smiles before he had sent you in your room to get some rest.

Tomorrow you would have to unpack all your stuff, you thought to yourself as you close your eyes, slowly drifting into sleep. 

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Even though Jake had told you to sleep in today, you had set the timer for 8 in the morning, hoping your dedication would validate his decision to keep you as their Au Pair. 

An Au Pair who definitely needs a shower, you think to yourself as you take a look from your sitting position on the bed into the full-body mirror that was placed right in front of it. 

Your hair was an absolute mess, and your sleep shirt was soaked in sweat since your body still needs to accustom the hot weather in San Diego. 

As you make your way to your bedroom door, you try to hear if there wear any noises coming from down the hallway, not being sure if Jake had already left to take the girls to school. 

After you waited for a couple of seconds, not perceiving anything suspicious, you feel comfortable enough to go to the bathroom only wearing your oversized sleep shirt that ends in the middle of your upper thigh.

Later that day you would curse yourself for being too much in your head thinking about the right order to unpack your stuff, not paying any attention to the clearly audible sounds from inside the bathroom. 

But as you were now concluding that taking care of your books first would be the smartest choice, you do not bother a second to open the door. 

If you thought Jake Seresin looks like the most handsome man you ever saw in a basic Jeans and T-Shirt, you were now being taught that he looks like an absolute god in nothing, but a towel wrapped around his hips, his blonde hair still damp from the shower he just took and hips swinging to a sound coming from the air pods in his ears. 

It took you a whole ass moment to actually realize that you, just again, fully invaded your host dad’s privacy as he hasn’t recognized his messy, barely clothed nanny yet, who could not close her mouth at the heavenly view the dancing, half-naked Adonis offers to her innocent eyes. 

It took you another whole ass moment to realize that you were just standing there, literally eye-fucking him and his to be damned sixpack as an embarrassing squeaky sound leaves your mouth. 

“Oh my God. I am so sorry”, you say. 

Jake suddenly turns his head into the direction where you were standing, taking in the view of you, wide eyed, redden cheeks and only wearing a T-Shirt. 

“Can I help you?”, he asks.

“Uh. Uhm”, you stutter. 

Girl, get yourself together, your inner voice screams at you. “I wanted to take a shower”, you say slowly.

Jake smiles at you kindly. “The bathroom is occupied at this very moment. But I’ll let you know, as soon that I am finished, alright?”

Knowing you don’t have it in you to form a coherent sentence, you just nod before you make your way back to your bedroom you just wished you had never left.

What you didn’t see was Jake chuckling to himself as he continues to style his hair, thinking about how favorable it can be to be a dad to twin girls which automatically leads to being hyper aware to your environment, no matter how loud the music you are listening to is. 

If he weren’t he would have never witness, you starring at him for solid twenty seconds. 

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After that little incident you just wish that you could stay in your room forever, but after Jake returned from school, he firstly gave you a little tour around the kitchen, to let you know how several devices work, before he opens the door to his truck for you, showing you all the important places around town. 

As soon as you were back at the house, you excuse yourself into your room by telling him that you really should start unpacking. 

But due to your efforts to get out of his way, you totally forgot to get some food inside of you and as your stomach starts to rumble loudly around noon, you know you have no choice but to eventually face him again if you don’t want to starve yourself the entire day. 

As you make your way down the hallway towards the kitchen, to grab a coffee and something to eat, you hear Jake talking to a voice you can’t recognize. 

“I swear to God, Rooster cheated. There is no way he could ever beat me in pool”. 

“Nah. Seems like you just are not as good as you always thought, Hangman”.

“We both know Machado that I am the best no matter what I am doing”. 

You just come into the room as the unknown man snorts “Sure”, in a mocking tone. 

“Oh hi”, you say, waving awkwardly at Jake and his friend as you pass them on your way to the coffee machine.

“What’s going on, kid?”, Jake asks as he watches you open the fridge, hoping to find some milk alternatives. 

“I need some coffee. Is there any way that you have something like almond or oat milk?”.

Jake nods. “Yeah, there must be some left. It’s probably standing behind the Ketchup”, he points to a green carton. 

“Oh, thank you”, you say as you grab the milk and smile at the man next to Jake. 

“I’m the new Au pair”, you introduce yourself before adding your name. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Javy, Hangman’s Wingman”. 

“Hangman?”, you ask confused, shortly turning your back towards Javy and Jake as you stretch yourself to grab a mug from the shelve above you. 

The way Jakes eyes were glued to your bare, soft looking thighs as your sundress rides up by reaching for the mug was left unbeknown to you, but not to Coyote whose lips were now curling into a shit eating grin. 

Jake clears his throat, answering his friends grin with his best death stare before he turns his head back in your direction. 

“Hangman is my callsign”, he tells you as you hit the buttons on the coffee machines just like he showed you this morning. 

“What is a callsign?”, you were still confused, barely knowing anything about the navy and its peculiarities. 

“A callsign is kind of a nickname we get by other aviators. Mine is Hangman and Javy is called Coyote at work”.

You pour the coffee into the mug where you had already put the milk in, giving it a good stir, as you think about what you heard before you had entered the kitchen. 

“So, I guess when you were talking about Rooster you were not referring to an actual animal?”

Both men chuckle as their shake their head strikingly in sync. 

“Anyways”, you say, grabbing the mug before starting to head towards the door. 

“I still have plenty of things to unpack, so don’t let me bother you any longer. It was nice to meet you, Javy”, you smile at him kindly. 

“It was nice to meet you too”, Coyote says as he watches you leaving the room, hearing a loud clicking sound as you close the door behind you.

His head turns to his Wingman who was still starring at the spot where you just left, the devious grin from before returning to his lips.

“Don’t you dare to say a thing”, Jake starts not even bothering to look at his coworker. 

“I don’t have to”, Coyote chuckles. “The both of us know that you are absolutely screwed”.

Jake sighs, the image of your naked thighs as you reached for the shelve playing repeatedly in front of his inner eye. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

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Your first few days in the Seresin household just flew by so fast, that on Friday you could barely belief that you were nearly here for an entire week.

The first couple of days were hard, as you were trying to find a routine that works for you and the girls but as the days passed by, most of the things that caused problems in the beginnings were now way easier to handle. 

Sure, stopping Charlie from destroying the interior when she wants to play hockey with one of Izzy’s books in the living room was still a challenge, but after you had managed to redirect her excess energy into a Taylor Swift dance party, you were now sure that you were able to handle situations like this in the future. 

Most of your days start around 7 with getting yourself ready before doing the same with the girls. Around 8:30 you were normally back from taking them to school, then going over to clean the kitchen and living room.

Both chords do not take that long, so there was plenty of free time left for yourself before you must make your way back to school to get the girls. 

You took the first week, trying to find out the best options to keep Izzy and Charlie entertained all afternoon long, when none of them had either Soccer or piano lessons.

It appears that the twins love going for a ride in the car, grabbing each of them a child-friendly drink at Starbucks before you go either to the park or the Beach. 

While Izzy takes her time there to either read a book or walking barefoot through the water, Charlie, to no one’s surprise, spends her afternoons with playing with other kids at the Parks’ playground or by doing cartwheels in the sand. 

 On one particular day, where you felt slightly courageous you asked Charlie to show you how to do one, but after you fell with your face on the ground, mouth open in a surprised scream which was then stuffed full of sand, you decided that one try was more than enough. 

The twins, who could not stop laughing as they saw you laying in the sand, your face showing an expression of absolute disbelief, continued to tell this story all week long to everyone willing to listen.

This List does not only include 2 other Au Pairs of Charlies friends at the park, their dad, Izzy’s Piano Teacher, and the Lady at Starbucks who sold you your drinks the day after the incident, but also Javy who came over on Thursday to try your first attempt in making Mac and Cheese.

After everyone’s bellies were full of your, to your very own surprise, delicious tasting Pasta, Javy could not deny himself the weird tension he sees between you and his best friend. 

The short glances you shoot each other, filled with something he could not really name, whenever the other was looking away and the way Jake’s face lights up when you said something funny. 

Coyote knows that the both of you were probably simply having a tiny crush on each other, but since he just knew his wingman sometimes better then he knows himself, he was well aware that Jake, when not flying his beloved F-18, was quite impulsive and tend to not think the things through he better should. 

 In Javy’s opinion making a move to fuck your Au-Pair is definitely a thing you should think through. 

Coyote also knows that Jake went through dozens of Nannies who either had quit the job because they were overchallenged with taking care of twins or who were fired by Hangman after their first day because they did not fulfil his requirements. 

Keeping you in the Seresin household was not only important for you and your future plans but also for Jake since it seemed like you were becoming one of only a handful of people, he trusts with the two most important things in his life. 

That’s why Javy takes his time the next day at work, to give his wingman a dressing-down about the situation between the two of you, not that he really thought Jake Seresin would give him the opportunity to actually do so. 

“Dude, you know you can’t actually go after your au pair right? There are rules and-”.

“Calm down, Coyote”, Jake cuts him off instantly. He of course knows that he can’t go after you but at least Javy does not have to destroy his daydreams of fucking you nice and slow. 

“Jake this girl has only been in your house for what? A Week? And you already caught her gawking at you half naked while you can’t seem to care to not glue your eyes to her ass whenever she turns her back at you!”

“You are exaggerating”.

“No, I’m not. The tension in your house is thick like syrup and you barely even know this girl”.

“You can’t sue a man for appreciating the stunning looking, 23-year-old, who spends her entire day with his daughters and sleeps in the bedroom right next to his”. 

“That jut sounds creepy as hell, man”.

“You know I don’t mean it this way”. 

“You sure of that? I know it’s been some time since the last time you’d been laid, but if you keep going like this the vibes in your house will just get weirder than they already are”.

“Hey! It’s not been that long since I’ve got laid”, Jake tries to defend himself. Coyote snorts.

“The last time you got laid was when Rooster had to shave his moustache off after losing that dumb bet to Nat. And I am talking about the first time. He has already grown that damn thing back twice”. 

Jake rolls his eyes. 

“So, what should I do, huh?”

“Going out with me to the hard deck, of course. We will find you a nice girl who you can have a quickie with on the toilet, that will take that pressure out of you, and you can stop acting weird around y/n”.

The blonde aviator sighs, fucking some random girl in such a cheap way was the last thing he was in the mood for. 

Nevertheless, he nods in agreement, hoping Coyote would now stop to give him a lecture in morality.

Javy pats his shoulder: “That’s great. And it will fully ease your mind. I can’t tolerate that you use my beautiful nieces to slip one in”.

Jake looks at him in absolute disbelief. “There is no way I would ever get my daughters into stuff like this, and you know this”. 

“You are literally thinking about fucking their Nanny!”

“That’s something entirely different!” 

“How’s that?”, Javy raises his eyebrow tauntingly.

“It’s not that I used my daughters to get a hot au pair into my house on purpose. It’s a coincidence that the girl I got into my house to take care of my daughters is also hot.” 

Javy snorts. “And what about the time you asked me to bring my nephew to the beach to get with one of the hot volleyballers?”. 

“You can’t compare this with each other”. 

“Why not?”

“It was your nephew and not my daughters and, in the end, I bought him an Ice Cream as a reward, which was so big that your sister scolded me afterwards”. 

“You really are unbelievable”, Javy answers shaking his head in disbelief.

“That’s what the volleyball girl said after I was done with her”, Jake winks at his friend who opens his mouth then to respond but was cut off by the rest of the Dagger Squad coming into the briefing room. 

“Mav and Cyclone are on their way”, Payback informs the two of them, as he takes place next to Coyote who then nods at his co-workers’ words. 

“We are not done yet, Hangman”, Coyote warns him and Jake sighs.

He could not wait for Round 2.

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@djs8891

[onestormynight]

I love how Hangman goes from sitting back in his seat to watch the show (unlike everyone else) to “holy shit-” and leaning forward as Maverick does the run and his little “damn” at the end as he sees Mav succeed 

[autumntouched]

I mean I gotta ask about DILF

Tell me if you want DILF Bradley or DILF Jake, and I’ll give it to ya 😉

DILF Bradley is fem!reader early dating and poly Bradley x Jake x Natasha carrying around sick twins in his burly arms 🥵

DILF Jake is poly Bradley x Jake x Natasha trying to help Bradley with sick babies but also being a baby

Sorry, DILF Jake in the Hannix Football Rivalry mostly exists in my head atm but glad to give you a few thoughts if you want those. But baby Seresin has been named! Prize to anyone who guesses correctly hehe

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

The Nanny (Hangman x Reader)

authors note: so, hangman won by a long shot in the poll, but for the few that voted for the rest, they're still coming! i have to deal with the bs with my basement and i am a college student, so i have to deal with my coursework as well.

inspired by @roosterforme

this will be a mutli part series, im not sure how many parts though

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x benjamin niece!reader; established mav x penny

warnings: some swear words and an inaccurate depiction of how social workers handle dropping a baby off to its living, absent father. also cyclone is a dad bc jon hamm if a dilf.

not proof or beta read, we die like men.

summary: Hangman wakes up one day to a social worker and an infant on his doorstep. the infant? his 3 month old daughter.

word count: 1.9k

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It was the one day that the Dagger squad had a later morning (11am, per Maverick’s request), so when the pounding on Jake’s door woke him up at 8:45, he was a little pissed.

He stumbled out of bed and the arms of some red head whose name he definitely doesn’t remember, throwing on a shirt along the way to his front door where the pounding is originating from and reverberating through his skull. “I heard you the first fucking time,” he curses out, throwing the door open and preparing to unleash verbal hell on the person standing at his doorstep.

All the words die out though when he sees an older woman standing there with a sleeping baby in a car seat at her feet. “Jacob Seresin?” she asks and his eyes bounce between the infant and the woman.

“Yes?” he asks, voice cracking a bit as he looks back to the woman.

“Do you mind if I come in?” he nods and moves aside as she picks up the car seat and steps inside. “My name is Caroline Husband, I’m a social worker for the state of California.” she tells him as she sets the seat down on his coffee table, “and this is Avery. Your daughter.” 

Jake feels his heart stop as he looks down at the little girl, “what, what do you mean?” he sinks down to the floor on his knees, heart racing and Caroline gives him a small smile.

“Her mother-” she looks down at the paperwork she was holding, “Samantha Barnes, passed away from complications shortly after birth, you were listed as father on the birth certificate.” 

Samantha Barnes… Jake remembered her with a small smile. They were briefly exclusive before she had disappeared one night, leaving behind the memories and a note saying she needed to go back home to help with her ailing father, her last living relative that she still spoke to.

“H-how uh, how old is she?” he asks, taking her small, but definitely bigger than a newborn, hand in between his finger and thumb.

“She spent some time with a foster while the state was waiting for you to return stateside. She just turned 3 months old.” Caroline forms him, which makes sense as he was just in the middle of the ocean for the last five months. “I have some supplies in my car that her foster mom put together for you, should you choose to keep her.” 

“Choose to?” he asks, as if there was any other option for him. The second he found out Avery was his, there was never any other option.

“You can alway sign your parental rights away, there’s plenty of families looking to adopt babies.” she says and he shakes his head.

“No, she stays with me,” Jake says as he stands and Caroline smiles up at him.

“Well then, there’s all the information that you need. Her old foster mom made a list of information for you, her pediatrician, what formula she was feeding, how to prepare bottles...” she goes on to tell him more necessary information about Avery but tunes her out as he watches the little girl start to wake up and look around, well, as much as a 3 month old can, he supposed. “Here’s my card, it has my personal cell phone number on the back should you not be able to reach me at my office in the event of an emergency.” 

He takes it with a smile and a thank you before walking Caroline to the door to help her bring the items in from her car and as quickly as she was here, she was gone. Leaving Jake to sit on his couch as he stares into the eyes of his daughter. 

He kicks out his guest after 15 minutes of sitting there before he’s googling how to put a car seat base securely into the back seat of a F-150. After fighting for what felt like an hour (only 10 minutes) he has his daughter secured in his car before driving way under the speed limit to The Hard Deck, only 45 minutes late to meeting up with the rest of the Daggers but as soon as they see him walk into the bar with a car seat, all the teasing for being late blows out of there mind. 

“Do we need to call the police?” Bradley teases and Jake lets out a nervous laugh.

“No.. no police needed.” Jake says as he sets his daughter’s car seat and diaper bag in the middle of the pool table the team was surrounding.

“Well, then who is this?” 

Jake takes a deep breath before answering, “this is my daughter, Avery Seresin.”

Immediately the team has plenty of questions for the team’s resident playboy. He explains the situation as best he can with the information he got from Caroline.

“I never even knew Sam was pregnant. She never said anything and then she was gone.” Jake says softly as he looks down as his daughter in his arms, sleepily drinking from the bottle he made and Penny gives him a smile.

“You seem like a natural already.” she says, snapping a photo of the daddy-daughter moment and he smiles.

“Yeah, I was still around when my sisters started having their own kids, all girls too, ironically.” he responds with a small laugh and the movement of his chest startled Avery awake and she starts drinking more steadily again.

The squad takes the rest of the day before the bar opens with turns holding the newest member of the team. Aside from Jake, Bob and Natasha were the only other two who seemed comfortable enough to hold her without needing any instruction on support for her head. 

“Does Cyclone know you have a kid yet?” Mav asks as he takes his turn holding Avery, seasoned from when Bradley was a baby and he used to watch him while Carole and Goose needed alone time. 

“Fuck, no not yet.” Jake groans as he rubs his hands over his face. “I need to go see him.”

“Go see him now, between Penny being a mom and me dealing with Bradley as a baby there’s plenty of experience here to watch Avery for a bit while you try to get some time to adjust to dad-life.” Mav says and Jake looks over at him.

“You’re serious?” 

“Yeah, besides, Avery is already better at 3 months than Rooster ever was.” Mav teases and Bradley makes a couple of offended noises before being slapped in the chest by Natasha. 

Jake nods, “okay well here’s her-”

“Hangman, get out of here. I did all this with Amelia.” Penny says as she pushes him towards the door and Jake pulls her into a hug.

“Thank you so much, Pen.” he says, meaning it too since Penny is the closest thing to a mom that he has since he hasn’t talked to his real mom in years. 

The drive into base wasn’t a long one, but felt like it was with how often he was checking his backseat and not seeing his daughter before remembering she was safe with Penny and Maverick at the bar. 

Walking into Admiral Simpson’s office, Jake broke out into a nervous sweat. “Um, excuse me, sir.” he says as he knocks on the open door.

Both Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates looked up at him from where they were sitting at the desk discussing some news that they received from higher ups. 

“Can I help you, Lieutenant?” Cyclone asks and Jake nods, taking that as an ‘okay’ to walk into the office.

“Yes actually, I uh.. I was wondering if I would be able to get leave, sir. I had a surprise visit from a social worker this morning and-and my infant daughter.” he says as he straightens out his back and rolls his shoulders back.

“You have a child?” Cyclone asks, closing the folder that he had open to focus more on Jake. “Since when?” 

“Well, as of 9am this morning, sir. Her mother passed away after she was born and no other living relatives so… She’s currently with me. Well, not with me Captain Mitchell and Penny Benjamin are currently watching her.. sir.” 

Warlock and Cyclone share a look and Jake stands there nervously, “I know that this is short notices but all I’m asking for is a week to figure things out, find a sitter, get some kind of a routine started for-”

“Okay.” Cyclone says and Jake looks at him instead of the spot that he had been looking at on the wall. “You only want just one week?”

“I can have more, sir?” Cyclone nods, having recently become a father himself and knows how important bonding is for parents. 

“Unless something urgent comes, how does three weeks sound?” he asks as he pulls something up on his computer and begins to type.

“I would greatly appreciate that.” Jake says with a small smile and Cyclone nods, ending the conversation and Jake starts to walk out of the office.

“Seresin?” Warlock calls out and Jake turns around, “congratulations.”

“Thank you, sirs.” 

Jake drives back to the bar already feeling lighter than he had in the last 6 hours, and upon walking back into the watering hole, he sees a red faced Avery and a panicked Rooster.

“Bradshaw what did you do to my daughter?” 

“What did I do? She threw up on me!” he says, holding the infant safely, and at an arm's length away. 

The rest of the team is laughing behind him and Jake just takes Avery and lays her against him so her head is on his shoulder, “well I’m sure you deserved it.” 

Bradley glares at him before wandering away to the bathroom to clean up. Jake smiles and rubs his daughters back as she babbles in his ear.

“How did talking to the boss go?” Penny asks and Jake smiles.

“Really good, actually. Said I can have three weeks as long as nothing urgent comes up that’ll need the full team's attention.” 

“Well, if you ever need a nanny so you can have a break and none of us are available, my niece just moved to the area and is looking for work.” Penny says with a small smile as Jake moves to sit next to her. “Plus she has a degree in early childhood and special education.” 

“Okay, yeah I’ll let you know.” he says with a nod.

“Well, you can meet her tonight, she’s supposed to come and help me out here for the night since Jimmy can’t make it in.” Jake just nods and Penny pats his shoulder that Avery isn’t sleeping on while she stands to start opening duties for the bar. 

Jake didn’t end up meeting Penny’s niece that night, or any time in the following week. In fact, it wasn’t until the last week of his leave that he met her. 

Jake was holding Avery as he walked into the bar before it opened, she was babbling up a storm and he took his sunglasses off to put on the top of his head when he saw someone new behind the bar, head thrown back and laughing at something that Bob had said. 

You look over at him and he swears his heart stopped, “Hi! I’m Y/N Benjamin, but you can call me Saturn.”

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@mandylove1000

[rhettabbotts]

shelby!!!! my love!!!!! 💖🫶🏼🫶🏼

affectionately. i’m crawling on my knees for some dilf!jake.

like fucking you extra hard into the mattress one night when the kids are asleep because you wore his old navy shirt.

getting handsy with you in the playground while waiting to pick up your kids on the last day of term, telling you how much he can’t wait to have a summer with you and getting to fuck you most mornings.

going on said summer holiday to some all inclusive kids camp and fucking you against the sink in the morning before you go and wake up your kids for breakfast, leaving hickies on your neck because he’s not ashamed to show everyone how much he loves you and how good he still fucks you.

eating you out on the kitchen island after you dropped the kids off from school because one of the dads was being a bit too flirty with you. “no one can make my pretty wife come like i can.”

finally having an evening off with each other and arriving an hour later than you told the baby sitter you would because you both got all drunk and giggly together.

GOD

i hope you’ve had a wonderful day my love!! ilysm!! <33

SEB MY DARLING!!!!!! i am absolutely frothing at the mouth over dilf!jake omfg

no bc he definitely moved into an instructor position at top gun after your first kid was born and that’s what he’s been doing ever since. he comes home after a long day and sees you wearing his shirt that has ‘hangman’ printed on the back and he just loses his mind. even though your last name has been seresin for years, it still drives him crazy. it just reminds him that you’re his completely in every since of the word.

he’s got you pinned to the mattress, one hand holding your wrists together, the other pressed over your mouth as he thrusts hard into you, but he’s going slow so it doesn’t make too much noise. he’s kissing your forehead and muttering “my sexy wife, always so good for me.” he’s covering your mouth with his as his thumb brushed against your clit, swallowing all the moans you let out.

god vacation with dilf!jake would hit so different. going somewhere and he gets all tan and he’s glowing, the greys starting show more at his temples from being out in the sun. giving him blowjobs in the shower before waking the kids. sitting out on the balcony at night and riding him in one of the chairs, lordddd. he’s definitely littering your neck and chest with hickeys, pumping his hips up into you hard.

EATING YOU OUT ON THE COUNTER????? please him immediately dropping to his knees all because ryan’s dad looked at you for 5 seconds too long as you walked back to the car from drop off. he’s tonguing you until you’re nearly screaming. he’d edge you, making you beg for it, whining out his name. “yeah that’s right, honey. you say my name. i’m the only one who gets to make you feel this good. my pretty little wife.” while he’s giving you delicious beard burn from his stubble.

gosh and how sweet would those date nights be!!! getting to go out and not have to worry about the kids. sharing a bottle of wine and getting so giggly you can’t stop laughing when you’re walking through the door. after you pay the sitter, you check on the kids. he’s definitely getting handsy with you, groping your ass or boobs, smirking into your neck when you gasp.

a bonus!!!! dilf jake sitting in bed with his sweatpants on, shirtless, reading a book with his glasses perched on his nose. hair still slightly wet from his shower and his scruff grown out 🫠🫠🫠

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE DILF!JAKE THOUGHTS MY BELOVED!!!! they’re always welcome <333 i love you sm!!!

[sebsxphia]

Hi ❤️ hope you are doing wel today.

I keep thinking about DILF!Jake.

Like going to the local pool or beach with your little family, and Jake being in the water with your kids and you watching them from the side while trying to sunbathe.

BUT!!!

While you are sunbathing, Jake keeps an eye on you too because he sees how other men look at you especially when a man (who is younger than Jake) tries to flirt with you.

-✨️Anon

hi my beloved anon!! thank you so much, and yourself!! 🥹💖

NOOO CAUSE THIS IS THE THING THAT GETS ME MOST TOO

you love watching him playing with your kids in the pool, he’s throwing them around his shoulders and doing handstands with them. but you’re not an idiot, you can see how the other mums are looking at him with his golden tan and washboard abs, and he can see the exact same when the younger life guard tries to flirt with you.

he’s coming out of the pool with kids on each arm, wrapping them up in their towels and sauntering over to the young kid, puffing out his chest.

“need something son?”

“i was just asking this lady if she wanted more shade.”

“i think my wife, is perfectly fine.” pronouncing the word ‘wife’ proudly.

if you were then to make a comment about how you noticed the other mums looking his way at the pool, he just leans into your ear and whispers, “i bet their husbands can’t make them come three times around their cock.”

later that night when the kids are in bed, he’s taking you against the kitchen counter, reminding you how gorgeous you looked at the pool today and how lucky he is to have you all to himself.

tee hee

thank you so so much for this dear anon!!! mwah!!! 💌💖

[topguncortez]

I feel like DILF Jake is a sophisticated man with sophisticated taste, especially when it comes to his girl's lingerie, but sometimes he can't resist some cheap lingerie that says "daddy's" on the boobs or a thong that says "I love sucking daddy's cock" on it. Sometimes he wants his girl to look like a million bucks and sometimes he just wants her to look like a dirty slut

he knows how to dress and that's plain to see. everything in his closet is some high end brand name, and he only got the best for you too. Cause to him, if you dress good, you feel good, and if you feel good, you are good.

This man also knows what he wants when it comes to lingerie, and is not scared to go into stores and pick it out himself. It's not uncommon for you to come home to seeing a box or gift bag on the bed from some lingerie store. and of course, he leaves the price tag on the expensive sets because he wants to flaunt his money. But you have everything from bras with diamonds and jewels to brasiers that were handcrafted just for you.

But he also loves to go to pink and get those stupid gaudy thongs with cherries or lipstick marks all over them. he not only thinks they are funny, but you also look cute as fuck in them. he especially likes the ones with the bows on them because it makes your pussy look like a little gift just for him.

"All wrapped up with a bow just for daddy. Whose pussy is this baby?. . . yeah that's right, it's daddy's pussy."