#glen powell smut

[oncasette]

song lyric prompts : “it’s hard to steer when you’re breathing in my ear but i got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears.” + jake seresin!! (*kicking my feet and squealing*)

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗦 𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘

jake seresin x fem!reader

summary: 1k

You can feel the rumble of his voice before he asks, “Whatcha up to, Sugar?”

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine,” you whisper and you revel in the shudder that washes over his body as you bring one of your hands down to rest on his belt buckle. 

or the one where jake works you up enough that you feel the need to retaliate.

warnings: not beta’d, smut, road head (m! recieving), blue balls i guess

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You’re two hours into your road trip–a vacation you’d hands planned for months, at this point–when you crack. And it was all Jake’s fault, too. You were going to shoulder exactly zero percent of the blame even if you were the first one to break. 

You’d been huffy since the two of you had left your apartment, arms crossed over your chest and your teeth grinding all the while your boyfriend was showing off all his pearly whites in the biggest, toothiest smile he’d sported since you’d agreed to go out with him for the first time. 

He’d taken your suitcase from you with little more than a delicate pinch at your hip, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth after he got all of your luggage situated in the trunk of the car and moved around to open the passenger door for you. You’d thanked him, of course, but it’d been short and quiet and much less appreciative than it usually sounded when he did those kinds of small acts of kindness for you. 

But it wasn’t your fault, okay, not when he’d been denying you the only thing you’d been asking for all damn morning. He’d started by waking you up from one of your very indulgent dreams about him–a side effect of having a boyfriend that went on missions that sometimes lasted longer than just a couple days–after coming home at 3:30 in the morning. Then, he’d had the gall to work you up with his fingers dipping into the waistband of your sleep shorts moments after you’d been dragged from your sleep, only to leave you high and dry when he opted to take a quick shower instead. Alone. Then, to top it all off, he’d worn the tiniest, itty-bittiest t-shirt known to man. 

Now, here you were, knees and thighs clenched so tight together in the front seat of his truck that you think they were completely stuck together with his right hand pressing into the meat of your leg. 

You can’t take it anymore. Shifting your eyes around your periphery, you make sure the road is deserted enough before you lean onto the center console with the bulk of your weight. He glances over at you for a split second, one eyebrow quirked in question, before he refocuses on the interstate ahead of him. You push up just enough so that your lips are touching the shell of his ear. 

You can feel the rumble of his voice before he asks, “Whatcha up to, Sugar?”

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine,” you whisper and you revel in the shudder that washes over his body as you bring one of your hands down to rest on his belt buckle. 

A very gutteral groan escapes him as you begin to undo it. He brings the hand previously resting on your thigh to white knuckle the wheel. He’s tense. Good. 

Your hand slips in, completely bypassing his briefs, once you’ve got the belt undone enough and the zipper down. You can feel him growing under your touch. Hot and pulsing as you drag your palm over his sensitive skin. 

“Baby?” he asks. Offering him a hum in response, you grip him fully. “Are you sure about this?”

You watch his eyes flicker up to the rearview mirror. 

“Yep.”

He swallows. 

You’re content to stroke his length as he hardens in your grip, beads of his pre-cum pearling at the tip and aiding in your journey up and down his twitching cock. He bucks his hips once and you’re quick to pull your hand out of his pants completely. You swear to god you hear the man whine. 

Despite his previous apprehension, he lifts his hips when you begin tugging his pants and boxer briefs down. Just enough for his dick to spring out, red and angry at the head as it rests against his stomach. You test the waters as you lean down to lick the slit. 

“Eyes on the road, Handsome,” you say when his head falls back against the headrest. His speed had begun to fluctuate significantly, and you’re glad you’d only seen three or so other cars in the last half hour. 

“Fuck,” he grumbles when you take his tip between your lips. One of your hands wraps around his base, gathering the bit of drool already dripping down the sides of him as you begin to shallowly pump what wasn’t in your mouth. God, you don’t think you’ll ever be able to get over just how big he was. You hollow out your cheeks as you begin to take him deeper, deep enough that you feel him pressing into the back of your throat. Your tongue lazily grazes against the thick vein running along the underside of his cock. 

“Oh, shit,” he moans. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

The comment has you humming around him, an action that sharply shoots his hips up. Pulling off of him, you use your hand to collect the saliva that had pooled as you raggedly catch your breath. It’s only a few seconds, though, until you’re swirling your tongue around the head again. His hand comes down to rest at the back of your head. Not pushing, or guiding, just following your movements. 

You keep up with your ministrations, your other hand coming in to gently hold onto his thigh, until Jake says, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

It’s only then that you pull away completely, thumb coming up to swipe away the string of spit still connecting you to his dick and you watch with a newfound glint in your eye as his cock twitches helplessly against his stomach. 

“What- Fuck,” he heaves. 

“You started this,” you say, and it takes him a second in his haze, but you can see him recollect the puddle he’d left you in that morning. 

“You’re satan, you know that?” he asks as you tuck him back into his underwear. “Whatever you say, handsome.” You offer him a kiss at the corner of his mouth. 

“Satan,” he says again. “And you are so in for it when we get to the hotel.” “I would hope so,” you say. 

[malavera]

What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?

“Give, in.”

He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.

He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.

He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.

But, he lied to you.

And, you didn’t take it very well.

You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.

He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.

“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.

“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.

“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.

You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.

“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.

The man of action is crying.

“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.

You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.

He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.

“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”

He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”

You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.

You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.

“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”

[iloveprettyboysblog]

Top Gun Tuesday: Behind the Scenes 💕💞

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He's So Babygirl 💕💞

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Day 2 of Kinkmas: Hickeys From Hangman

Kinkmas Masterlist

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Warning: hickeys, touching, unprotected sex, eating out,

Y/N’s POV

Jake is a sex crave addict, he distracts me from doing anything like my college homework, he would nibble my ear including kissing my neck. But one night, we’re watching a movie but this time he was in a touchy mood and he giving me a bunch of hickeys.

“You wanna watch Caddyshack?” I ask.

“Sure Y/N/N.” He smirks.

I already know what he wants to do.

“Are you going to do something to me Jake?” I get comfortable in my spot and looking at him.

“I’m not Y/N.” He says.

I give him a look, I know he’s lying.

“I know you’re lying Jake.” I look at him in the eye.

“I’m not lying Y/N, I promise I won’t do anything to you, no touching, no kissing, and no love bites, I swear to god I won’t Y/N.” He looks in my eyes.

“Don’t break this promise Jake, please?” I reach out with my pinky out.

“I won’t break it, I swear Y/N/N.” He pinky swears me.

This is not going to end well…

DURING THE MOVIE

While watching the movie, I kinda felt Jake’s hand on my thigh, but I ignore him. I laugh at a scene that’s playing on the screen but I feel Jake touching me again, he fucking broke the promise.

“Jake, you promised.” I say still staring at the screen.

“You know you want me.” He whispers in my ear.

I keep on staring at the TV, until I feel him kissing my neck. Fuck it. I can’t take it anymore so I allow him to do anything to my body. Jake attacks my neck with hickeys, I lay down on our couch and he lays on me and continues to kiss me. I lay on my back and then Jake tries to take my clothes off, I take the clothing off, he takes his off as well. Jake begins to go in and out of me which made me moan.

“Oh yes! Ah!” I moan.

He gets a little rougher with me, I give him scratches on his back. I can hear him groaning by the way I tug on his hair while he kisses the valley of my breasts. He stops kissing me and pulls out of me, I whimper, but he goes down to my cunt and eats me out. I arch my back and gasp.

‘God he good’. I thought.

He makes my left leg go on his right shoulder and gives me hickeys on my inner thighs. I gasp and moan at the same time.

“I need you back inside me Jake. Fuck!” I moan out.

“Ask me nicely baby.” He says but still continues to eat me out.

“Fine. Mm. Hangman, fuck me, I want you inside of me, I’ll be a good girl for daddy.” I say in a way he’s never heard before.

He stops eating me out, puts my leg back on the couch and comes back up to face me.

“That’s more like it princess.” He smirks.

He begins to fuck me again, I scream with pleasure and I wrap my legs around his waist and kisses him on the lips. We were a moaning mess and we could do this all night long if we had to.

10 MINUTES LATER

We lay on the floor, Jake laying on my body looking tired, I look at the TV watching a different movie. I can feel Jake breathing on my chest.

I already can tell he wants to do this all the time.

[cevansbaby-dove]

My Writings Master List

One shots of Chris Evans and Co

Being Married to the SMA (Fluffy) Part 2 here (Smutty)

Smutty one shot

Let's Get lost, Andy Barber (Smutty)

Campus Heat Professor Barber (Smutty)

Coming home to you

Making cookies with Chris

Chris Evans and wife fluff

Chris and Ellie Drabbles.

Face Claims

The Evans House

Mood Board of the Evans

Young love (Fluffy)

Awards with the Evans part 1, Part 2 found here (Both fluffy)

Ivy's Big Night! (Fluffy)

I'll never leave you when you need me (Fluffy)

Meeting Chris's Family (Fluffy)

Love blooms in boston (Fluffy)

Date night with Ellie (Fluffy)

Worried mom and dad part 1 Part 2 is found here (Both sadish)

A fight? uh oh (Angsty)

Just hold me (Fluffy and Angsty)

Protect me (Chris's pov.)

Talk to me tell me what's going on. (Angsty) Part 1 Part 2 is found here (Smutty)

My Love (Smutty)

Nightmares (Angsty)

Chris Surprises his family (Fluffy)

Chris and the kids make cookies (Fluffy)

Pole dancing drabble (Smuttyish)

Stay with me (Fluffy)

Honeymoon phase 18+ (Smutty)

Ivy's first Red Carpet night (Fluffy)

I've always been me (Angsty)

One more to love (Fluffy!)

Ellie Reads a smutty book and need Chris after it (Smutty)

Ellie has a panic attack (Angsty)

Movie Night (smutty) NEW!

On Air With the Evans (fluffy) NEW!

I'll add more when I get them out :)

Oh I also have a Glen Powell Series too! Linked below.

Safe Haven series

part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (hint of smut)

Part 6 (Smutty)

Part 7

Part 8 (smutty)

Part 9 Coming soon

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin fics

My Lover JS (Fluffy)

Jackass Jake (angsty)

Cozy Lovers (Fluffy)

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Comment if you'd like to be tagged! x

Glen feels like he's buzzing.

Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.

Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.

It's Billie.

He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.

Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.

Fuck.

He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.

“Billie!”

Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun. 

“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.

“Thanks. I like yours too”.

Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.

“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks. 

The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.

“Shoot”.

“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.

Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.

Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.

She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.

“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.

Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.

“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.

“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.

“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.

Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment. 

“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.

Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.

“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”

Billie laughs and shoves him playfully. 

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.

“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”

Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.

“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.

“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.

“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.

Glen laughs. 

“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens. 

They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.

Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.

Fuck.

His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts. 

He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.

“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind. 

“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.

Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk. 

He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media. 

The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie. 

He has a split second to make a decision. 

And so, he does.

“I think I like grey or ta--”

Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.

“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.

He nods.

For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.

Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.

Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.

They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.

His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath, panic suddenly taking over his brain.

Fuck. Here we go.

He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.

Oh, Billie.

In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.

She's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.

He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.

“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.

Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.

Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group giggling and quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again. 

He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He drops his head back against the wall behind him and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.

“Th---that was---”.

“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.

He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.

“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.

---

Billie

“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.

Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.

“No need darlin’, I got this”.

Billie exhales silently. 

How is his voice so damn attractive?

How does he make that ONE WORD sound so damn attractive?

How is ALL of him so damn attractive?

She swallows thickly.

She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.

She’d kissed Glen Powell.

The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe. 

God.

To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes every time she looked at him. 

Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray. 

After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.

She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.

Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face. 

Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.

“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.

Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.

“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.

She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.

“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.

His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.

“It’s a date”.

Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.

Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.

“On?”

“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.

Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.

“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.

Glen nods in agreement.

“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.

Billie laughs again, but she can't help the frown that suddenly bends her brow.

“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.

Glen winks conspiratorially. 

“I’ll message you with the time”.

“Can I at least have a hint?”

Glen shakes his head.  

“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.

Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.

Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.

She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.

“Have a good night Billie”

Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.

“You too Glen”.

He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.

Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.

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In honor of How To Lose a Guy In Ten Days and Matthew McConaughey: “Great Answer.” “Good Question.” With Hangman

make my motor run

pairing- finnegan (everybody wants some!!) x afab reader

synopsis- everyone thinks finn is so sweet. you're not convinced.

warnings- 18+ minors and glen powell - you are not welcome here. protected piv, oral (f receiving), slight dumbification/degradation, praise kink. reader has ethically not great motives around sleeping with finn but do we honestly think finn cares? no

length- 2.1k

an- not hangman, but it's still glen so...close enough? this is the crossover literally not one person asked for - how to lose a guy in 10 days (if you squint a little) & everybody wants some

idk y'all, i don't have it in me to be ashamed anymore. this is just smut with some bants. idk if anyone even wants to read this but the glen powell brain rot is real so it had to be done so it'd stop rattling around in my mind. blame glen and his stupidly handsome face and the fact that he steals every scene he's in

title from my sharona - the knack

tagging some finn peeps - @sebsxphia / @iguana-braces / @justalonelyslytherin

It’s Saturday night. Against your better judgment, you’re at the rickety baseball houses, silently debating if you’ll have time to get a tetanus shot before your study group tomorrow morning.

Finn twirls his pipe between his fingers, leaning against the porch railing in a ridiculous paisley button-up. “Aside from how to take my breath away, what do you study here, ladies?”

“Does that ever actually work on real, human women?” You ask, ignoring the elbow to your ribs that Sophia digs into your side, presumably to get you to shut up.

The blond tilts his head, processing. He eventually grins. “Take no prisoners kinda gal, aren’t ya? I like that.” 

You hold back a grunt when Sophia elbows you again, answering the question before you can snark him any further. “We’re both journalism majors.” 

Going to take a sip of your drink, something you’ll surely need to swallow whatever faux-enlightened comment he has about that little piece of information; you furrow your brows when you realize it’s empty.

“I’ll grab you another drink, try not to miss me too much.” Finn winks, the bastard. What a ham. 

Your eye roll is barely contained when Sophia gives you a knowing look. 

“Oh, come on, he’s sweet,” she insists. 

“You’ve seen him with other girls, right? Everything out of his mouth is a line, Soph. It’s all bullshit. He’s pandering to us, so he seems better, different than his asshole teammates. It’s insulting.”

“Then why haven’t you told him to fuck off?”

“I think he’d be a good subject for my article.”

Her eyes widen. “About benevolent misogyny?”

“That’s the one.”

“How far are you gonna take this? Sleep with him to prove a point about how far a chauvinistic male will go for sex?”

You shrug. You hadn’t really thought it through, honestly. It’s not like it’d be a chore, he is pretty hot when he keeps his mouth shut.

She takes your silence as confirmation. “That’s kind of fucked up.” 

“Can’t be worse than changing your entire personality every other night just to get laid.” 

+ 

You find yourself sitting on the roof with Finn, having already shown up his mediocre golf swing. You’d never admit it to Soph, but your article is the furthest thing from your mind right now.

“True or false: all fundamental beliefs are reasonable.” You’re so taken aback by his pop quiz you almost don’t notice him sitting down behind you, pulling you into the space between his legs.

Smooth. You roll your eyes, but don’t move away. “False.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “I see someone’s already taken Philosophy 101 with Roberts.” 

“Yes, but that’s irrelevant. That’s an insane statement regardless.” 

When you turn to catch a glimpse of him you see him opening his mouth, ostensibly to argue, but you shake your head. “My turn. True or false: all’s fair in love and war.” 

“True.”

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips. “Great answer.” 

Finn positively beams. “Good question!” His hands drift up from your hips, working their way under your flimsy tank before he brings his lips to your ear, murmuring, “True or false: you’re gonna let me take you inside so I can take you apart.” 

Your breath hitches. “True.” 

He turns your head to him, mouth pressing against yours, mustache tickling you, soft and sweet for just a moment, before he slides his tongue into your mouth filthily. “Let’s go then, honey.”

Your tiny denim shorts and little tank get lost on the floor of his bedroom almost immediately, skin ablaze as he pushes you back onto his bed, on soft forest green sheets that smell like him – warm and spicy and earthy. He stays standing as he makes quick work of his own clothes, raking his eyes across your naked form.

You try not to shy away from his gaze, meeting his eyes defiantly as you feel slick pooling between your thighs. You’re barely keeping yourself from rubbing them together, words laced with an edge you don’t feel. “Thought you were working on a degree in cunnilingus. Put that mouth to good use, Finn.”

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that you catch just before he braces himself above you, arms bracketing your head. His words are muffled against your skin as he kisses his way down your body. “Overheard that, did you? Knew you were paying special attention to me.”

You roll your eyes, mouth open to respond, but he drags his lips across your collarbone before his mouth closes around a nipple, effectively driving any wit from you.

He pushes your legs open wide, settling himself between them. His chest presses into the mattress as his arms wrap around your thighs where he’s busy putting them over his shoulders. When his mustache brushes against your thigh's sensitive skin, it sends shivers racketing through you and you feel his smirk only centimeters away from where you want it. 

He licks his lips as your resolve crumbles with every passing second.

“C’mon, Finn, please,” you whine, threading your hands through his shaggy hair, trying in vain to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Impatient,” he tsks. You lean up to fix him with a glare, but it only makes him chuckle. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.”

He finally, finally licks a stripe up your slit, and despite it being exactly what you asked for, you tug on hard on the blond hair between your fingers in surprise. He groans long and low, vibrations rolling through your body from your center where his lips are busy fixing themselves to your clit. 

His buries his face in you, moaning against your cunt as his tongue laps at you like a starved man. “Could spend hours drowning in this pussy, tastes so fucking good.”

The sound that leaves you in answer to that is pathetic – high and whiny – hips bucking. His big hands are gripping you so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises high on your legs tomorrow. He stiffens his tongue to fuck it in and out of you, nose bumping your clit and making you shake, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Any sense of shame, any idea that you should keep yourself quiet in this house full of strangers has left you – your existence narrowed down to your hands in his hair, his lips on your cunt, the moans tearing their way from your throat, unbidden.

Your legs dig into his back, urging him in, hurtling towards the point of no return so fast all you can think of is needing more. He moves his lips back to your clit, hand loosening his death grip enough to slide a finger into the wet mess you’ve become at the same time he curls his lips and sucks.

“Don’t stop, please, Finn I -” You’re begging now, grinding against his face as much as you can in the vice-like grip he still has on you. He doubles his efforts, tongue working over your clit harder, finger inside you curling as you burn with the intensity of it, electricity bursting beneath your skin as the tension finally bursts, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Your legs feel like jelly. You let go of his blond locks belatedly, resigning yourself to your new existence as a puddle, a melted version of your former self. 

He looks up from between your legs and grins. 

You grab for his arms where they’re still flexed around your thighs, bringing him up face to face with you. He smiles, dropping sweet kisses to your parted lips and warm cheeks. Whining, you wrap your legs around his waist, wordlessly trying to pull him to you, get him inside of you, greedy for him.

“Don’t tell me a smart girl like you doesn’t know how to use her words,” Finn goads, laughter curling in his words, and you’re torn between wanting to smack him and beg like your life depends on it. You’re so distracted you barely notice him shifting his weight to his knees so he can reach for a condom, tear it open with his teeth, and roll it on.

You try to glare but he braces himself over you again, rubbing his cock between your folds, catching your oversensitive clit and a truly embarrassing whimper comes out, eyes blurring with a mix of pain and pleasure instead. “Finnegan.” 

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your last functioning brain cell to cooperate. “Get inside me right now or so help me –”

You can still feel the amusement on his lips as he ducks his head down to slot your mouths together to cut you off, swallowing your moan as he pushes into you, slow and steady. 

When you flex your legs around his waist impatiently, he chuckles before setting a relentless pace, grinding his cock into you hard with each push. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it sets your skin on fire, it rackets the headboard against the wall – if his teammates didn’t know what was happening before, they certainly have a good idea now.

Your head lolls to the side as he hits that spot inside you on every thrust, nerves overloaded as you grip the nape of his neck, just trying to hold on.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the glazed expression taking over your features. “Not gonna last long.” 

The thought that he’s already so close from having his mouth on you has your eyes crossing, cunt clenching around his thick length. His face crumples, mouth parting like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. “Trying to kill me, honey?”

He lifts one of your legs to his shoulders, leaning down towards you and bending you in half – pushing limits to flexibility you didn’t even know you had.

“Wanna feel you come on my cock, you can do that for me, can’t you?” Finn asks, panting against your cheek, deft fingers moving down to circle your clit.

The sparks shooting through you as he presses into your center border on pain but you’re nodding, head bobbing up and down of its own accord, nails scratching red along his shoulders as you get closer and closer.

“Good girl,” he grunts and you keen, his words hurtling you towards the edge again. “So good for me…look at you, smart ass, brilliant girl fucked dumb on my cock.”

He’s pulling almost all the way out of you on every thrust now, slamming back in, and your back arches against him, a string of unintelligible noises leaving you that you’re just barely aware of, mewling filling the air in the room as your release snaps through you, ears ringing.

When you come to, still shaking and clenching around him, he’s running his mouth still, a litany of praise and groans of fuck honey, perfect for me, spilling from his bitten, red lips. His hips tear forward without rhythm as he pumps into you one last time, filling the condom before dropping your leg and collapsing next to you, strings holding him up suddenly cut.

Finn rolls to the side, and you stare at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering if you’ll ever be able to move again. You think he’s talking, but you can’t even begin to register what he’s saying. 

“Did I fuck all the brains out of the mouthy girl I brought up here?” Finn asks, amused when you don’t respond.

“Just surprised you wanted audience participation for your post-sex speech,” you snark, trying not to belay how difficult it is to form words currently.

“Well, I think Joanna Russ would disparage of me if I were indifferent to your thoughts and opinions immediately after getting off.”

 You raise an eyebrow. “You know who Joanna Russ is?”

 “The Female Man is a cornerstone of feminist literature. I read it be—”

 You can’t help but interrupt, brain quickly coming back online. “Because you thought it was going to be about the ideal woman through a man’s eyes.”

 He even has the gall to look offended. “Of course not, everyone knows Russ is a feminist writer.”

“Then you read it so more women would sleep with you after hearing that you’d read it.” He presses his lips together to hold back a smile and you snort. “I knew it.”

“Honey, don’t get mad at me just because it works.”

“Incorrigible.” 

You lay your head on his chest, trying not to purr like a kitten as his hands tangle in your hair.

“I enjoy Jack Kerouac too if you really want to round out your article. Paint a full picture.”

Your eyes widen, trying desperately to keep in the surprised squeak when you look up to meet jade eyes and see them filled with mischief.

“Just a thought,” he murmurs, hands resuming their movements on your scalp, lulling you toward sleep.

full disclosure i haven't actually read the female man but i'm pretty sure it was published in the 70s which seemed fitting for ews being set in the 80s. thanks for reading!

[that-one-random-writer]

That's My Kind Of Night Chapter 4 |Complete|

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Southern Masterlist

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x (Southern!F)Reader

Summary: Jake takes leave and goes back to Texas. His friend is now married with a woman. This woman's friend gets under his skin, and he loves it. Word count: 2,931

Warnings: cussin', flirtin', light banter, party with alcohol, 18+ no details on why just its 18+ intense non-sexual intimacy, a little breakdown due to past trauma with an ex boyfriend. No details are given as to why. A pregnancy reveal.

Your heart raced. Your body lay on his chest. Beneath your ear, his heart rate beating like a drum. His hand fell to your hair. He played with the strands softly. Jake panted, trying to find oxygen for words to escape. He looked up at the waterfall.

"Next time someone asks for the craziest place I've ever had sex," he paused, taking a breath and looking back up to the stars surrounded by the dark branches of the treetop canopy "This is gonna be it." He pressed out a breath. You lifted your body from his the cold mist cooling your warm skin.

"Definitely." You agreed breathlessly. You watched the stars. They had millions of years' worth of stories. It seemed like this new beginning had been etched into the twinkling lights scattered across the sky. "Can I ask you a question?" Jake turned his head speaking softly as you laid your head down beside him.

"Yeah." You mimicked his soft voice.

He pointed towards your hip. "Where did that come from?" He was pointing to a fairly big scar.

"It was from something dumb. I was racing my ex, and I was going too fast on my dirt bike." You watched the sky's while you answered.

"Wild woman." He looked back up at the sky. "What happened to him? Any competition for me? " He brought his hand behind his head for support. Jake slid the other hand over yours, lacing your fingers. Laying next to each other completely bare, the air around you seemed to turn shades of pink. You hoped it wasnt rose colored glasses attempting to dismiss your better judgments on this new man. The simple gesture speaking loudly to the trees that he was in fact here to stay.

You laced your fingers around his. "No, he's gone."

"He's dead?" Jake questioned.

"No, just somewhere with his new woman. He fucked her while we were together, he said she had something I didnt." You looked up at him.

"Like lack of respect for herself?" He joined your eyes.

You smiled, "Yeah, something like that."

He chuckled. "I've never met a woman like you." The gaze you share was soft.

He leans over and locks your lips together. This kiss is different. It has a hint of familiarity, but there is comfort and admiration. There is no hasty objective. His lips are intentional. Moving smoothly against yours. Your lips followed his lead.

He ended the kiss helping you up from your place on the rock. He led you back into the waterfall washing away the debree from the ground, and the cum that was sliding down your legs with every move.

He rubbed your back as you let the water glide through your hair. He stepped closer behind you, pulling your body into him. One hand between your breast, the other wrapped around placed on your hip covering the scar. The stars twinkled across the sky, creating a literary masterpiece highlighting in the scripture that he could heal all the wounds your ex-lover had made.

His lips caressed your neck, leaving a gentle sensation. You looked up at him, then guided your body around towards him. Your lips met once again. No rush, nor words that needed to be spoken. Just a simple kiss that expressed everything all at once. The water spreading across each other's skin meeting together at the bottom where your legs were entangled with each other. You both made each other feel something different, something neither of you experienced before.

Jake felt the chill as your touch was gone. He slowly released your fingertips as you stepped away. You walked to the gator and grabbed two towels from your purse.

"I was going to use this one for my hair when I showered by myself tonight, but since you're here, I think you need it more." You handed him the towel as he met your side. He grabbed it wrapping it around his lower half. You wrapped your towel around yourself.

He placed his fingertips gently under your chin guiding your lips back to his. He didn't want to see this moment in time end. It was the harsh reality that time was never truly still, no matter how much the clock seemed to stop.

"Thank you" He spoke your name softly. His thanks had double meaning. He did appreciate you for giving him a towel, but this was one of the most memorable times in his life he wanted you to know how much it meant to him.

"Shut up and come on..." your voice playful. Ending the adventure just as it started.

He stepped away from you getting in the driver's side, grabbing the flashlight and tossing it into the back tailgate. You sat in the passenger seat. He started the Gator and you watched the trees pass as you followed trails back to the house.

"So what are we going to tell Blake and Vanny?" He glanced over at you.

You gripped your towel tighter. "Not a damn thing. She can't know she won. At least not yet."

He chuckled. "Ahh, the sting, and I thought it had disappeared on me."

"Not quite, malibu Barbie. I might give you a date, but I'm not gonna let you live down those bright pink boxers." You giggled.

"So now I'm Barbie..." he paused laughing."I liked ken better."

You giggled, directing your gaze at him. The look was soft. "Yeah, you're definitely a Ken." He noticed the attention on him. It was something he always enjoyed.

"Yes, Miss Wild?" He smirked down, meeting your gaze before turning back to the trail ahead.

You rolled your eyes. "Nothing, just making sure you know what you're doing." He wrapped an arm around you.

"Keep your eyes on me, I don't think I know how to drive." You watched his hair blow around his face. It was messier than before, no gel to hold it down.

You both made it back to the house. Sneaking in with ease, everyone was still down at the party. He made his way to the bedroom carrying both the bags. You both stopped staring at the rose petal covered bed. "Bitch..." you mumbled.

"I don't think we have to tell her." He spoke positive that Vanny knew about the pair's sexcapade.

"No, they planned for us to both sleep in here together tonight." You rolled your eyes. "She was setting the mood."

He laughed deep. "I told Blake she was subtle as a frieght train. I didn't know it was this bad"

You laughed. "This is on brand for her. She is very..." you paused finding the kindest word. "Direct." You finished. Your friendship warranted for name calling like bitch, but that didn't mean you didn't respect each other. The name calling was a love tone you took with her, when she got you into stupid situations like this very instance.

He sat the bags down, he grabbed a few things and stepped into the actual shower. He washed off and dressed into his pajamas. You stole glances at him before going to the kitchen to make coffee. Once he finished, you grabbed your things and followed the same steps. He poured two cups once you stepped out he turned to meet your gaze. He was met with a tiny pair of pink shorts and top to match. It was scantily clad.

"Vanny is very direct." You re-elaborated.

"Thank you, Vanny." He walked towards you and handed you the coffee. "There's a bonfire going on down there." You grabbed your favorite creamer from the fridge and added it to the coffee offering some to Jake.

"Yeah, I might as well humor her." You sipped the warmth from the cup. You felt your body tingle from the cool to hot transition.

You both grabbed the cups riding the gator once again down to the fire pit. Groups were gathered around. It was a southern tradition to gather around the fire after the party and discuss deeper into life's wonders and experiences.

Jake dropped you off next to the fire, he drove to his truck that wasn't far off. He grabbed a few things then parked the tailgate by the fire. He laid a blanket across the tailgate and handed you his jacket. The air was colder then you remember. You sat next to him and he leaned back on his palms. The fire was warn against your skin. Jake kept looking at you. The way the fires reflection danced in your eyes. The glow illuminated your cheekbones.

Vanny immediately walked up to you. "I've been waiting for you. I couldn't find you. Where have you been?" Sadly she was sober due to her newly growing infant. So you knew she wouldn't be easy to lie to.

"I had to get away for a minute. There were pigs here that I didn't want to waller with." You made reference to the asshole that had made advances on you earlier in the night.

She looked you up and down. She decided not to call bullshit on you, thats a conversation for later. "I was waiting because I'm going to tell him." She smiled brightly in excitement. "You know I need you here to be with me during something so important."

Jake looked between the pair, not knowing what was going on. "This early with everyone here?" She nodded. "If anything bad happens, I would rather have all the support of my friends, then cry alone in the corner."

"Alright, I'll follow you." You nodded at her. "Don't worry, Jake. I'm only stealing her for a minute, hun." He smiled as you walked off with her to where Blake and Vinny were sitting.

You held Jake's jacket around you. "Everyone we have an announcement." Vanny always loved to make a show of everything, this was no different. "Blake, Honey. I have a gift for you." She pulled out a small box and handed it to him. He took the box and looked around not having a clue what was going on. He opened the box and pulled out a small pair of cowboy boots. It took him a second to realize.

"You're pregnant?" Vanny started tearing up, she tilted her head enough to confirm. He immediately stood up and picked her up. "I'm gonna be a daddy!" He yelled out. All the party goers cheered. Hoots and hollers were echoing around.

You kept a smile on your face. You cheered for her, but the voices around you became muffled. You could hear your blood pumping through your ears. You hugged vanny smiling when Blake let her go, he went to highfive all the people that were happy for them. "I'm so happy for you, Van." She smiled.

"Thank you, Honey bee." She kept the bright smile walking around to the people congratulating her.

You used this moment to slip off unnoticed. You walked back to the house it wasn't far. You had made it inside running into the bathroom in your room, locking yourself in. "Get yourself together." You splashed water on your face as you broke down. Vanny telling you she was pregnant didn't have this affect on you, but seeing her husband so happy for the expansion of their family was torturous. You had five minutes to yourself and dried the tears. You stepped out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Jake stood in the doorway of the bedroom leaning against it with his arm on the top.

You shook your head no. "No, I'm fine."

"Your eyes are red." He let go of the doorway and stepped in, shutting the door.

"I'm just so happy for Vanny." He shook his head, denying the excuse.

"I'm not buying it. What is going on?" He stepped closer to you.

"I got dust in my eye." You breathed out.

"I've got sisters. I can tell when a girl is crying over something." He took another step.

"I don't want to talk about it. I just met you, there is no way we are discussing this right now. Quit trying to pry into my life. You're being an asshole. " You spit words that burned like the venom of a copperhead. Your rage at yourself slipped into your word.You regretted them as they flew out. It was the truth you hadn't known him for long, but he was only trying to be nice. Your words were so harsh. He didn't deserve such a mean-spirited response.

Jake didn't know what to say or do. He did the only thing he thought to do. He wrapped his arms around you. The sudden sensations dropped you to your knees. He held you as your legs fell limp. Tears flowed down your cheeks. Your voice trembled. "Im sorry."

He held tightly. "Shh... it's okay. You're hurt. I get it. I'll get your ass back for it eventually." He chuckled. You laughed through the tears. You both stood in the embrace for a while.

You shook off his jacket, standing up when your nerves calmed. You led him to the bed. You laid down, patting the spot next to you.

"You want me to have sex with you on a bed of rose petals? Miss Wild and romantic..." He joked. While laying next to you.

You smiled up at him. "I might be wild, but I do love the clichés." He smiled, laying down next to you. He pulled you into his chest. "You still don't want to talk about it?" You shook your head. "I just want to lay here with you."

Your hair was soothed with his hands stroking the strands. You both laid peacefully, just enjoying the now. You couldn't think about what had passed.

"What do you want to do for our second date?" His voice broke the silence.

You looked up at him. "What happened to the first?"

"We watched the stars and showered in a waterfall. You even got lucky. " He smirked.

"Yeah, I guess that was a date. I'd say you were the one that got lucky..." You smirked back at him, then glanced back down. "I don't know what did you have in mind?" You asked him.

"Is it too early to meet my family?" He spoke.

"Depends, what for?" You looked back down, gliding your fingertips across his shirt.

"My youngest sister is getting married." He continued to play with the strands of your hair. It was such a small gesture, but it was so comforting, relaxing to your body.

"I think I can manage that. What do I need to wear?" You asked.

"My sister asked all the military family to wear their uniform. Anything you want really, it's a formal wedding she has been very clear on that." He laughed thinking about his phone calls with his sister yelling him not to show up in anything but uniform. She also threatened him that if he showed up with a sex worker in swimwear, she would kill him.

You looked up, smiling at him. "Okay, it's settled, I'm going... Just for the uniform."

He smiled. "You know I love how people look at me while I'm in uniform. I know your reaction will be priceless."

You smiled, meeting his gaze. He had made you forget all about the reason you had been crying. "Thanks, Jake."

He smiled. "You don't need to thank me. It's just a wedding. Her husband is an idiot. I'm expecting this to crash and burn in a few years. I tried to warn her, but she won't listen." He rambled.

"No, thank you for getting my mind off everything. I'm not ready to talk about it, but one day, I will. It's something heavy that happened a long time ago." You held onto him. He turned facing you, placing his hand on your hip. "I'm here when you're ready. For now, let's continue with this husband bullshit. He is a peice of fucking shit..." He rambled once again. You listened to him, and you both continued talking until you both crawled under the covers.

Your lips met once again. The soft passion was a breath of fresh air. Every time he kissed you, there was a pulse of ecstacy. You never wanted it to end. You had to eventually break away. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you while you both drifted to sleep.

The next morning was fast. You both packed your things and said your goodbyes to Vanny and Blake. Vanny gave you a look when she saw Jake carry your bags out for you. You didn't dare tell her she won. Not yet, another time. You both made it out to your vehicles.

"I need your number for our date." Jake wrapped an arm around you pulling out his phone. You gave him your number and he put it under the name 'Miss Wild'. He kissed you one last time. The kiss was craving for more, but you both had to get home. You both hopped into your vehicles and started the long ride home.

You received a text that read.

'Better start packing for the dreamhouse. After this month you'll be begging to come home with me.'

You saved the number under the name Ken doll. You sent back a text while stopped in the driveway.

'For some strange reason, I don't think that's the only way you're going to make me beg to come... give me month to see where this goes. I may just follow you back to the barbie dream house for a vacation'

Jake texted back in an few seconds.

'Oh, I know you'll beg both ways. Look beside you'

He then pulled up beside you in his truck. He let down his window. He spoke through the windows.

"Let me hear you tell me I'm smoking hot, just one more time."

You rolled your eyes, smirking.

"You're smoking hot, Jake... your ego is the size of a mountain." You trailed. "Ooo, Talk dirty to me, honey." He hollered out as soon as your lips stopped moving. You laughed.

He smirked, meeting your gaze.

"I just loveee hearing you say that." He gave length to the word love. He winked and then took off.

[landosgirl97]

Gym Time- Glen Powell Imagine

A/N: Okay, here we go, my first time writing for Glen. I’d like to put a HUGE disclaimer here because of the way Tumblr has been lately. I 100% support and love Glen’s relationship and would never do anything to put that jeopardy. This is purely for entertainment purposes only.

After a long day of flying and being stuck in a jet all day, I decided to change into my gym clothes, grab my water bottle and sweat towel and make my way downstairs to the gym. When I arrived, the guy was empty so I got my weights out, stretching as I put headphones in and found a playlist and got ready to do some squats. They needed the workout after a day of being bent up in a jet. I was halfway through my second set when I heard the door open. I finished my set and turned around to go to my next station, I ran smack into a naked, hard chest. “Woah, careful there.” I pulled my headphone out and looked up to the green eyes staring down at me, a smile and dimples revealed. “Oh! Sorry, Glen. I didn’t know anyone would be down here this late.” He shrugs, my legs always feel cramped up after a day of flying. “Me too. Well, use whatever you need. I’m almost done with this last set so I’ll be out of your way.” I made my way over to do my bench press. I was 5 reps in when I saw Glen’s body tower over me, placing his hands on his hips as he watched me. I paused, “What are you doing?”. He shrugged, “Spotting you, looked like you were struggling a little.” I finished my last two reps, having done some while we were talking. I sat up on the bench, taking a drink of my water and wiping my forehead with my towel. “You know, if I needed help, I’d ask. I’m stronger than I look.” Glen scoffs, “Well either way, I’m a whole lot stronger than you, and the stronger of us should be spotting.” My jaw goes slack as I look up at him. “I’m sure I’m as strong as, if not stronger than you!” He shakes his head and smiles, going to the sparring mat in the corner. “You’re stronger than me? Why don’t you pin me down then?” I raise my eyebrow at him, placing my hands on my hips and just staring. “C’mon, let’s put it to the test!” I shook my head, and walked toward him. I stood across from him on the mat, and crossed my arms over my chest. “Alright, let’s see if you can pin me. I’ll even let you have the first move.” He uncrossed his arms, spreading them out and letting me come at him. I went for it, wrapping my arms around his torso, trying to sweep his legs out from under him. At my attempt, he didn’t budge. He gripped my upper arms lightly, pushing me back. He wrapped an arm around my torso, lifting me and bringing his legs around his waist. “So, who’s stronger? Remind me?” He looks at me, smirking as he lets me down. Seemingly unfazed by the fact that our bodies rubbed against each other the whole way down. The rest of filming will be interesting with the butterflies fluttering away in my stomach.

Let me know if you’d like me to continue writing for him and if you’d like this to have a Part 2?

[oncasette]

Congrats on 1k! For the celly, I humbly submit Tears of Rain with Hangman + "Can you feel what you're doing to me?" from the smut list. 👀

- fandommkopf

nsfw!

he’s so close all you can smell is his aftershave. his hands are caging you against the hallway wall—and you probably would’ve cared about how sticky it was if he wasn’t the only thing you could think about—while his hips press themselves harder and harder into yours.

you’re practically seeing stars by the time he starts talking, the low rumble in his throat that you can feel against your chest.

“can you feel what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?” he says, grinding his hips up until the zipper on his pants just barely catches your clit.

all you can do is whimper in response, head already too fuzzy to form a coherent sentence.

“yeah? feel how hard this little dress makes me?” he says. he’s mouthing along your throat now, trailing his teeth past your pulse point.

[glenpowellsgf]

my man 🤭🤭

[iloveprettyboysblog]

Sereshaw? Sereshaw 💞💕

[geminijade]

Can We Please Pretend that this is Jacob Seresin in his Dress Whites?! 🔥🥵

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 20 of Kinkmas: Threesome With Rooster and Hangman

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

warning: threesome, hickeys, unprotected sex

Y/N’s POV

Bradley has been acting odd lately and I’m not sure why but I hope he tells me what’s going on. One night Rooster and I were eating our dinner and Bradley told me this, “Have you ever thought of having sex with someone else?”

I almost choke on my drink.

“No! I never thought of that Bradley.” I confess.

He knows I’m telling the truth.

“The reason I asked, I asked someone to do something with us.” He says in a nervous way.

“Who?” I’m getting scared.

“Jake Seresin.” He says.

“What did you tell him on what we’re doing?” I question.

“A threesome.” He confesses.

I can’t believe on what I just heard.

“With Jake?” I ask.

“But I told him that I need clarification from you so you have to give me a yes or no on it.” He replied looking at me for an answer.

I think a bit. “If that’s what you want to do, then, yes.”

I’m fucking screwed.

“If something happens while we are doing it, I’ll stop us from doing anything okay?” He says.

“Promise?” I say.

“I promise Y/N.” Bradley kisses my cheek and gets our plates to the sink.

What did I get myself into?

NEXT DAY

I get ready for Bradley’s and I’s thing with Jake. Once again I can’t believe I got myself into this, I hope this goes well. I get into a lingerie set but I put a sweatsuit on so Brad and Jake can’t see what I have on. When Jake came over I get beyond nervous. Bradley made me go to our bedroom to get comfortable, once again I’m fucking nervous.

I get comfortable on the bed and I hear the door open with the two men I’m having a threesome with.

“You have something special for us?” Bradley asks.

I sigh, I sit up on the bed and I take my sweatsuit off so they can only see my lingerie I’m wearing.

Jake cat whistles. “Now I know why she’s yours.”

I roll my eyes. I hate my life.

“You know it Jake, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” Bradley asks me.

“I am.” I nod.

Bradley and Jake get undressed and walk towards me, I get nervous but relaxed at the same time. Bradley starts to kiss my neck, I tug on his hair and lean my head back. I feel someone’s hand unzipping my lingerie and feel pecks on my body.

I feel Jake giving me hickey on my neck and Bradley is eating me out, I scream in pleasure. Bradley gets on top of me but Jake stays near my neck, Bradley begins to fuck me I moan by the way he goes in and out of me. But Jake, he sucks on my neck and I tug on his hair which makes him moan on my skin.

10 MINUTES LATER

I lay on the bed, exhausted by the threesome I just went through. Obviously, Bradley is better than Jake. I rather be with Bradley because he’s my boyfriend and I love him and he’s good in bed every time.

[cevansbaby-dove]

Strip that down.

Pairing:Boyfriend!Glen Powell X Girlfriend Reader

Requested by anon :)

Warnings: Smut with no plot and damn it's a lot! buckle up 😏

You and Glen have been dating for a year and You finally go to meet him on set for Anyone but you.

You get out of your car and look around and He sends you a text.

Glen-Hey baby :) i see youuu and damn u look very sexy 😍

You are in this dress.

You smile at his text.

Y/N-where are you??

Glen says behind you. "Right here baby" You turn around and smile. "hey"

He hugs you kissing your head. "How was work?" You two walk to his trailer and You say as he opens the door. "it was good"

You look around and say. "oh this sure looks cozy" you added a hint of sarcasm then turn and Glen smirks.

"very funny baby" he walks closer to you not taking his eyes off of you like your an animal and he's the hunter.

he is inches from you and he says. "This dress is going to be in the way"

You smirk. "why not take it off then?" Glen leans down kissing your neck. "you bet i will" he said as my hands run up his back. "Glen..."

He pulls away and you frown. "what is it?" he reaches behind his back and locks the door. "We don't want someone to walk in do we?"

You smile. "yeaa no" He smiles and slips your dress off saying. "fuck your sexy baby"

You smile as he kisses your shoulder. "God i missed you cowboy"

"Cowboy this is unfair..." he says. "What do you mean?" You smirk tugging on his white shirt. "Strip"

Glen stop and pulls his his shirt over his head.

"Happy?" You nod biting your lip. "Much better" You kiss him again running his hands down his chest and then your hand reaches his jeans, you tug on the belt and Glen smiles as he kisses you.

"Easy baby" he kisses your neck as he works his jeans off

You two keep making out, while his fingers slowly discovers your folds. He finds your clit easily, and keeps his finger on it the whole time.

It drives you crazy, You just need to have him inside of you he's been busy working for three weeks, that was such a long time to not touch him. you move your hand down as well, and start giving his huge member slow strokes.

Glen starts to rub slow circles on your clit now, causing me to moan and pump him faster.

He groans into your mouth, making you moan again until he takes your underwear off.

He puts them on the ground, next to your dress and glen gently takes your wrist to stop your movements. you smile as your let go of him, Glen licks his lips and then kisses you again while he lines up to your entrance.

He lifts me up making me wrap my legs around his torso. He sets me on the small counter.

He looks up into your eyes for permission again, so you immediately nod my head with a smile. "Are you sure, baby?"

he asks, looking like a lost puppy. "I'm sure, I'm sure cowboy. please i need you...".

Glen smiles. 'I know baby i know" he adds, so you smile back at him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his soft lips again and moan at the feeling of Glen slowly pushing himself inside of your clit for what feels like forever. My God, You missed him.

"Fuck..." you silently moaned, while he softly groans into your mouth again.

Glen pulls away from kissing you and says. "You okay?" he asks. "I'm... I'm okay, I'm okay. Are you okay?"

You ask in reply, so he tells me the same thing and kisses me again. After letting you adjust to him for a moment longer, you nod your head to tell him that he can move.

He slowly starts moving, so I move with him and moan a little louder this time.

Glen's kisses move to your neck, leaving a mark underneath your ear and groaning against your skin every so often. you two move perfectly with each other, enjoying the intimate moment alone, finally.

"Cowboy...i'm..so..close" You said letting your head fall back hitting the cabinet. "ouch!" Glen stops and looks over your head. "Baby you ok!?"

You nod. "Glen please don't stop..."

You buck your hips with him, and climax after a few more thrusts. your legs are shaking, this was fucking amazing! He thrusts a few more times, riding out our high after he filled you up.

You sit there panting and Glen kisses your head. "I'm glad you stopped by baby"

You smile. "Me too" He pulls out and says. "Let me taste you" He said in your ear making you bite your lip. "Yes please"

He gets on his knees and He starts softly licking my folds but then, he sucks on my clit. you gasp again, and throw one of your legs over his shoulder without thinking.

You moan again, a little louder than before. He keeps sucking on your clit and licking your folds, getting you really close to your second climax already.

He keeps doing that for what feels like hours, until he suddenly inserts one finger into your entrance.

You moan again, still trying to control myself, but it's getting harder and harder to keep quiet.

Before you know it, he pushes another finger in. "Oh God..." You whisper underneath your breath as you rolled your eyes back.

He starts to move his fingers in and out of you, in a perfect pace, still sucking on your clit.

You didn't want to come yet, But you also really want to cum when he's inside of me himself. "Cowboy.. I-I'm really c-close..." You stuttered, still underneath your breath.

He doesn't respond, and starts picking up a faster pace. "I-I can't h-hold it any l-longer" you add, a little louder this time.

"It's okay baby, let it go" he replies. The vibrations of his voice against my clit send me over the edge, as you cum all over his fingers.

You moan louder this time, not able to hold yourself back as you let go of his hair, you grab the counter top and slightly arching your back as you throw your head back.

Glen stands up and says. "Damn baby you did amazing!" he kisses you and you pout. "I wish i could stay with you the rest of the week"

He smiles. "i'll be home in a few days baby then we can do more of this" he kisses you once more and then grabs your dress handing it to you. "I love you" He said as he got dressed. You hop off the counter and say as you fix your dress when you put it back on. "i love you too cowboy"

A/n:damn that was fun to write!

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