#hangman blurb

[topguncortez]

whatever you do… do not think about Jake holding your newborn child on just one arm. he just stares at this little girl fitting on his forearm. even though the doctors said she’s normal length, he still doesn’t believe it because she just looks so small and so fragile.

but that’s how jake “measures” the growth of his daughter. he measures how heavy she feels when he lifts her up with one arm. you scold him when she gets older but jake loves the sound of her giggle when he does bicep curls with her.

it breaks jake’s heart the day he can’t lift her up with just one arm. he knows his little girl won’t stay little forever.

“c’mere babygirl… you’re getting all big and grown on me. soon you’re going to be going to school, and learning to drive, and staying away from a certain bradshaw boy… you’re growing too fast.”

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Congratulations on 4k, babe! 🎉

How about “You’re an Idiot,” “I wish I was your idiot” “What” with Hangman?

Ahh thank you!! Since some of you expressed interest in these two, here's another drabble with brother's best friend, Hangman <3

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 2

Jake Seresin x Reader

“Do you have to do this right now?” Jake asks, putting his hands on his hips as he stands before the kitchen table.

You give him a flat look before returning your attention to the laptop you’ve got set up in front of you. “It’s due tomorrow,” you say. “Don’t you have anyone else to play with?” you add sarcastically.

Jake groans, plopping down into a chair to your left. He looks exceptionally bored. “Bradshaw’s got a date,” he says with an exaggerated scowl.

“I do?” you respond with a smile.

Jake grimaces at you. “The other Bradshaw.”

You purse your lips. “Maybe next time.”

Jake leans into the table, eyeing you suspiciously. “Who’re you gonna date?”

You glance at him over your screen. “What do you care?”

He shrugs indifferently, leaning back into his seat. “Just curious.”

Although you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for as long as you can remember, you’re also quite accustomed to his frequent company, and his present pestering behavior is nothing new. Still, you want to know why Jake Seresin is curious about your dating life. Of course, you ask nothing of the sort and, instead, say, “Beat it, Jake. I haven’t written a sentence in over ten minutes.”

Jake throws you a mischievous smirk. “Am I distracting you?” he asks playfully, sliding his chair closer to you so he could nudge you on the shoulder.

You exhale sharply and slam your laptop shut. “Seresin!” you roar. “Do you mind?”

Jake grins at you widely. “Oh!” he says in mock surprise, pointing to your closed laptop. “Are you done already?”

You seethe. “I’m going to kill you,” you growl.

“Come on!” Jake exclaims. “Entertain me!”

You let out a frustrated sigh, burying your face in your hands as you rest your elbows into the table. “Jake, why don’t you just go on a date?” you whine, glancing over at him pleadingly. He’s adorable but if you don’t finish your paper by 9AM, you’re screwed.

Jake lets out a chuckle that seems to fizzle out the moment it leaves his mouth. “Because you’re busy?” he says.

You roll your eyes and open your laptop back up. If only he knew how much you wish those words were true. “Just sit quietly,” you say resignedly.

Jake spins around in his seat and inclines backward, resting his head on your lap with a sigh. “’Kay, but, do I have to sit?” he asks, raising his legs up onto an adjacent chair so that he’s sprawled between your lap and two other chairs.

“How is this comfortable?” you ask, glancing down at his smiling face.

“Actually,” he replies, adjusting his shoulders and head while your stomach endures a whirlwind of emotions in response to his proximity, “This is quite nice.”

You shake your head. “We have a couch,” you remind him, placing your hands back on the keyboard, ready to return to work.

“This is better,” he says, closing his eyes.

You snort. “You’re an idiot,” you remark.

“I wish I was your idiot,” Jake mutters, keeping his eyes closed.

Your hands freeze and your heart leaps into your throat. You lower the screen of your laptop once more. “What?” you say breathlessly. Surely he’s joking. Or dreaming. Or –

Jake opens his eyes to meet your gaze. “Sorry,” he says. “I’ll stop talking now.”

Read Part 3

[spideystevie]

💘 + hangman "sharing a bed. then making up more excuses to share a bed after that night just to wake up next to their roommate in the mornings." from the "and they were roommates!" list <3

thank you for your patience! mentions of alcohol but i think that’s it. i had a lot of fun with this one and i hope you like it <3 - [1.2k] | join the party!

It was a one off fluke. Well…it was supposed to be. It was going to be until you realized that there was something sweet in waking up next to your roommate in the morning. 

It didn’t have anything to do with the crush that had just rooted itself in your chest, at least that’s what you told yourself.

That first morning was sweet until you remembered why you were sharing a bed and a wave of embarrassment came over you like a tidal wave. 

You’d come home from a night out, absolutely plastered. In the haze of your memories, you can vaguely remember one of your friends using your phone to call Jake while you were out at the bar. He’d picked up on the first ring and you could hear his voice saying your name like a question over the phone.

“Is that Jake?” your words were slurred but your eyes were bright and shining. Your friend shushed you gently and readjusted your phone against their ear. You tried to grab for it and they turned away from you, keeping their free hand wrapped around your arm.

You can’t remember much of what was said in the conversation, only that your friend told him you needed a ride home and that Jake was already out the door. You squirmed in your friend’s grip, reaching for the phone again. “Lemme talk to ‘im.”

In a blink, your phone was back in your possession but the call had ended. You think you remember frowning at the screen when you noticed. 

“C’mon, he’s gonna be here soon,” your friend said, tugging you towards the entrance of the bar you were at. Sure enough, he’d arrived not even five minutes later. He looked a little tired, fighting off sleep while he waited up for you to come home. 

“Jake!” it came out in something close to a gasp, a great big smile lifting your cheeks. Your inhibitions were low as you stumbled towards him and all but collapsed against him, his arms coming around your waist to catch you. His t-shirt was soft against your cheek and you remember keeping your nose pressed against his chest for an almost embarrassingly long time because he smelled so good. 

He’d smiled and nodded at your friend in a quiet thanks before he led you to his car. You had held your breath while he buckled you in and tried to focus on one point on the horizon to wade off the nausea creeping up. Jake let you lean most of your weight against him as he helped you inside and to your room where you collapsed onto your bed. 

As soon as your head hit the mattress you felt a sleepiness take hold, your eyelids feeling heavier with each blink. You’d groaned when Jake made you go into the bathroom to change for bed and he’d helped you take your makeup off when you were too stubborn to do it yourself.

When you were all settled into bed, advil and water on your bedside table for the morning, he’d turned off your lamp and got up to leave. You feel a slight bit embarrassed when you recall asking him to stay with you before he could leave the room. You hadn’t really expected him to agree, but he did. 

You lift your head off the pillow and it immediately begins to throb, making your face scrunch up and your eyes squeeze closed. Through the building tension, you remember the water and pain relievers he’d set out for you on your nightstand. Your eyes peel open just enough for you to grab them and swallow the pills down with water. 

After setting the water back down, you look over at Jake sleeping in the spot next to you. He looks so serene, features completely relaxed and his face slightly smushed against your spare pillow. His hair’s a bit of a tousled mess from sleep and the sight of it makes you smile. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. His voice is deeper in the morning, this you already knew but hearing it immediately after he wakes up, in your bed no less, makes a thick, gooey warmth cloud your chest. You roll your eyes, though he can’t see it, fighting off the embarrassment tickling your nerves at having been caught staring at your sleeping roommate. 

“I didn’t think you’d stay,” you say after you’ve laid back down. His eyes blink open and he’s quiet for a minute. He holds your gaze for a minute, lets it wander across your face and then back to your eyes. He shrugs best he can, laying on his side. 

“You asked,” he says simply, like it’s obvious. You swallow and nod. He looks over your features once more, almost like he’s committing them to memory, and Jake realizes he likes having you to wake up next to. 

After that first morning, the two of you find almost any excuse you can to share a bed at night. 

You can’t sleep and knock on his door in the middle of the night, complaining of a minor nightmare. Jake puts his sheets in the wash and claims he doesn’t have a made bed to sleep in, despite the spare set of sheets in the closet. He hosts movie night in his room under the guise of the couch suddenly being too small. 

Slowly, over the course of many nights and phases of the moon, something in your dynamic shifts. He’s a lot more touchy with you, his fingers lingering against your skin. You get braver by kissing his cheek before you get out of bed the last few times. 

It’s an unspoken change, one neither of you really feel the need to address. That is, until excuse number fifteen—the storm outside might make you lose power and it’s better to just sleep in the same bed in case that happens—and he’s holding you in his bed.

The rain splashes against the windows, flashes of lightning lighting up the room as thunder cracks overhead. It’s quiet though in the comfort of his sheets. You can’t decide if you’re starting to prefer his mattress to yours. A hum of your name breaks you from your thoughts and you adjust your head to meet his eye. 

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts and you try to bite back a smirk. 

“That’s never good,” you muse. He laughs and shakes his head. 

“I’ve been thinking,” he restates. There’s the beginnings of a nervous blush creeping across his cheeks. “Maybe we should do this…permanently.”

You blink at him, eyes a little wide. “This, like, sharing a bed this?”

He nods and you think this is the first time you’ve ever seen your roommate so nervous. You start to smile. You make him nervous. The thought makes you feel giddy inside. 

“Yeah. Okay,” you agree and you can feel him physically relax against you. “Now you can stop lying about not having sheets on your bed or the couch being too small.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face and a laugh bubbling past his lips. He’s just glad he gets to wake up to you every morning now on purpose.

[of-many-fandomss]

jake seresin being drunk and coming home to the reader and it's basically just really cute and full of fluff!!

My first top gun blurb!! (I’m so mad I had to rewrite this cause it deleted the first time and it isn’t as good this time cause I don’t remember what I wrote)

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Jake was vaguely aware of the fact that he reeked of alcohol, but he couldn’t really find it in himself to care as he stumbled through the short hall towards his bedroom, making a small game out of trying not to hit the walls in his drunken state.

Rooster had just dropped him off at home after a ‘guys night out’ at the Hard Deck for their first week off in a long time that may or may not have ended in one too many beers. Originally, he had insisted on staying home with you, to which you laughed and practically had to tackle him out the door to make sure he went to enjoy himself with his friend.

Clumsily, Jake flailed around for the handle, but stopped short as soon as he threw the door open. A person was sitting up against the headboard of his bed, eyes widening a little bit in surprise as they looked up from the book they held open in their lap.

A small smile formed on your lips at the sight of him standing in your doorway looking around in confusion, noticing right away that he was slightly drunk.

“Hey, honey-“

“Who are you?” He hissed in a whisper, “What are you doing in my house?”

The grin widened on your face when you realized just how drunk he was, and you feigned confusion, deciding to play along, “What do you mean?”

He sighed patiently, “Listen, you look lovely, but that’s my girlfriends spot you’re sitting on. And I really love her, so you need to leave.”

“I am your girlfriend,” You smirked, sliding off the bed and striding across the room until you were standing right in front of him, knowing full well that the two of you had been happily married for just over two years. But you also knew from past experiences that mentioning that would send your husband into a whole different spiral of emotions in his drunken state.

His eyes squinted at you until his mouth dropped open in realization and he relaxed, “Oh, darlin’ thank goodness your back,” His southern accent was thicker than it normally was when he was sober, “There was this women on your side of the bed, but I told her to get lost because I love you!” He stated proudly.

“Good job, honey,” You cooed out your praise, bringing his arm to rest around your shoulder so that you could lead him into the bathroom.

You sat him down on the closed toilet seat and made your way over to the sink to get him a cup of water, his eyes trailing after you in adoration the whole way, before you came back and handed it to him, “Drink all of this for me, will you, honey?”

“Yes, ma’am,” He murmured, causing your lips to quirk up slightly.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get you something more comfortable to wear for bed,” You gave him a quick kiss on the top of the hair before leaving the bathroom.

He frowned after you, rocking back and forth against the seat and waited for you to return.

You barley even stepped foot back into the room a moment later before he sprang up and came barreling towards you, wrapping you into a bone-crushing embrace tightly, burying his face into your hair, “Thank goodness your back!” He gushed, “I missed you so much when you were gone!”

Laugher bubbled up inside you as you wrapped your arms around your husbands torso in return, “I wasn’t gone that long, Jakey.”

“It was too long,” He whimpered back.

Carefully, you pried his hands off of you after a moment and handed him a stack of folded sleep clothes you had just taken out of his drawer.

“Can you get changed?” You asked, to which he nodded his head excitedly and whipped around, accidentally knocking over the half full cup that he had placed on the ground in the process.

“Oh, here, I got-“

“I got it!” He interrupted you excitedly, not even hesitating to shed off his shirt and bend down to start mopping the water off the floor with it.

You blinked once at his toned back, chuckling slightly to yourself at how fast he had reacted to reveal his bare top to clean up a small pile of water.

He stopped suddenly, smirking up at you, “Unless you would rather take off your shirt and do this,”

That at least emitted a loud laugh at you as you shook your head at your cocky husbands antics and helped pull him to his feet once he was all done cleaning up his mess.

You helped him put on the rest of his pajamas- mostly just making sure he didn’t fall into the bathtub- before taking his hand and starting to pull him to the room so that you could both go to sleep.

You were stopped though at a tug of resistance you felt on your arm, and you looked back to question Jake, only to find him frowning down at your intertwined fingers.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked worriedly.

Slowly, he lifted your hand to reveal none other than the breathtakingly beautiful, shiny ring that he had used to propose to you with a couple years ago, “You’re cheating on me?” He asked quietly, a look of nothing but devastating heartbreak on his face.

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly before your eyes widened, remembering that you had let him believe that you were still boyfriend and girlfriend, “No, no, Jakey! You’re my husband! We’re married!”

His eyes snapped up to you as his bottom lip quivered and tears began to sine in his eyes, “We are?” He addled quietly.

You quickly took his face between your hands and made him look you in the eyes, “Yes! We’ve been married for two years now!”

Automatically, as if nothing had happened, his features cleared of all sorrow and he grinned at you with a lovesick expression, “Oh, that’s good.”

You threw your head back with a laugh, continuing your journey to the bed, “Yes, that’s very good.”

Even as you helped him slide under the covers, he never once took his gaze off of you, and as you tried to move to get the light switch, you felt his strong but gentle grip stop you once more, “You’re pretty,” He commented, gaze wide and childlike.

You had to physically stop yourself from laughing, knowing that it would do nothing but upset his feelings because he never called you pretty. It was always gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, sexy- not pretty.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” You teased, unconsciously moving a hair out of his face.

“Nuh uh!” He exclaimed, shaking his head back and forth widely, “Only you!”

Your heart melted right then and there and you bent down and placed a lingering kiss on his forehead, “Thank you, Jake.”

Yet again, you tried to go and move, but his hand was still to let go of yours, so you turned back to him to see what he needed.

His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you, “What about me?” He demanded.

“What about you?” You asked in curiosity.

“Am I pretty?” Within his tipsy state, he wasn’t even joking, making the situation that much funnier.

You chucked slightly, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, “The prettiest,” You promise.

“Nuh uh!” He protested once more.

“And why’s that?” Your eyebrows rose.

“Because you’re the prettiest,” He said in a ‘duh’ tone, “I’m the… second prettiest!”

You laughed again, squeezing his hand lovingly, “The second prettiest it is, then.”

This time, he let you turn off the lights, and by the time you turned back to the bed, his breathing had already evened out and his chest was falling up and down steadily.

[ddejavvu]

Pizza Box Puzzle Pieces - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake is a responsible drinker, he swears. But when you're stuck being responsible for the night, a very drunk Jake gives you all but one piece to a puzzle you don't complete until the morning after.

Contents/Warnings: drinking, fem!reader, typical hangman behavior, enemies to lovers (really more like rivals to lovers)

Requested: A thousand times congratulations on such an amazing milestone! Could I please have an espresso w. enemies to lovers with Jake ‘hangman’ Seresin? ☀️ - @saintlike78 THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE SEPTEMBER I AM SO SORRY MY LOVE i hope you still like hangman &lt;3

WC: 5.3K / navi

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

Jake Seresin is a responsible drinker. He keeps a rideshare app on his phone, he tells Bob (the permanent sober babysitter) that he needs to be cut off after 10:00 PM, and he gives Penny his keys before he even orders his first drink.

Tonight, though, she'd left them unattended. There they were, shiny and appealing, sitting on the bar. She had left to get a clean dishrag, he could just take them! Driving sounded fun now, less of a chore and more of an adventure now that his brain was blurry.

You watch Jake's eyes widen as he catches sight of his keys, and your hand darts out to snag them before he can. His reflexes are slow, and when he reaches for them, his hand hits empty counter space.

He looks around, bewildered. They'd just disappeared.

"Here, Bagman." You jingle the keys in your hand, and he catches the sound from the few seats down where he's sitting. His eyes drift aimlessly over to your hand, and brighten at the sight of his keys.

"Thanks," He drawls, his southern lilt far more noticeable now that he's running on autopilot, "I'm gonna-" he hiccups hard, his chest bouncing, "Head home."

He stands, wobbly on his feet, and treads forwards to take the keys from you. You raise them above your head, but he doesn't follow, instead slumping forwards as his hand grasps at thin air. His head hits your chest and Coyote catches your eye from over Jake's shoulder. You widen your eyes, flaunting the keys you'd managed to snatch from him.

All the pilot does is laugh, and then his attention is shifted back to the dartboard. Typical.

"Jesus," You grunt, pushing at Jake's chest. He straightens up again, eyes blinking open from where they'd been shut, "What did you drink?"

"I don't remember," He admits, and that's all the explanation you need.

"Come on," You reach for his pocket, his phone sticking out, "Let's call you a ride."

"Nooo," He darts away, almost too late to evade you, "That's my phone."

"Yes Hangman," You smirk, "I think you're smarter drunk than you are sober."

"But that's-" He fumbles with his cell, "You can't touch my phone."

"I want to get you home," You urge, once more reaching for the device in his hands, "Don't you want to go to sleep?"

"You can't have it," He insists, yanking the waistband of his khakis off of his stomach and slipping his phone dangerously close to his crotch, "Unless you-" Another hiccup that flutters his eyelashes, "-wanna take it."

The smirk he shoots you after shoving his phone down his pants contains lethal cockiness. You're surprised the sheer size of his ego doesn't knock you down, you're not sure how you're standing so close to him without running into it.

You glance down at his phone. It's protruding just enough from his waistband for it to be quick and easy to grab. But your hand has never been that close to Jake's dick before, and you're hoping it never will be.

"Fuck," You deflate, shoulders slumping as your fingers curl tighter around his keys, "Come on, I'm driving you."

"Take my car," He insists, as if he's forgotten you have his keys, "It's.. It's really cool."

"Can't wait," You  gripe, slinging his arm around your shoulders, "Come on, one foot in front of the other, Seresin."

The cold night air hits you like a tsunami. It floods your thin shirt and seeps into your bones, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. You've never known it to get this cold here, and the skin-to-skin that Jake's shoulder provides against your own is your only warmth.

You prop him up against his car while you fumble with the keys, but before you can click the 'unlock' button, he's snatching them from you.

"I wanna- I wanna do it," He insists, gripping the pointed end and bumping it up against the panel on the outside of the keyhole, "It's my car, I wanna.. do it."

You give him a minute to figure out the key. After it passes you yank it from where he's been pathetically butting it up against the hole, still confused about how to slot it inside.

"Gimme," You grumble, sliding the key into the hole with barely a second's delay, "You're too drunk for this."

"I'm not drunk." He scoffs. He says it with so much sincerity, with so much raw belief, that you're surprised that it doesn't come into existence. You're surprised the alcohol doesn't drain from his system completely, and leave him his usual coordinated, upright self. But he's still leaning against his car, half-coherent and dizzy.

"Right." You chuckle, throwing open the driver's side door and unlocking the rest of the car, "Get in, Hangman."

He starts for your seat and you shove him away, "No, not the driver's seat," You groan, "Other side."

He starts for the backseat.

"For fuck's sake," You exclaim, grabbing his bicep to lead him around the car, "The passenger's side!"

You get him wrestled into his seat with no further drunken antics, and you relish the fact that you've gotten him calm for the night. He's anything but when you finally glance up at his face, though, great big tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"You're mean." He whispers, his voice shaky. You've never seen such a pitiful sight, his big green eyes brimming with anguish that seeps down his cheeks in rivers of tears. "You grabbed me, and-" He waves his bicep at you, "And you manhandled me," He gushes, angst-stricken, "You're mean!"

"I'm sorry," You sigh, playing into his inebriated sorrow, "Are you okay, Hangman?"

He doesn't note the sarcasm in your voice, sniffling pathetically, "No. It hurts."

You offer a quick pat to the affected area, but he shakes his head.

"Kiss." He offers in explanation, 'Kiss it better."

"I am not going to-" You begin, rage evident in your voice. Then you glance back up at his eyes, filled with new tears.

It's a staring contest for a moment, but you break first. You hunch, bracing yourself for the most humiliating thing you've ever had to do when you pucker your lips and press them into his bicep.

It's firm. Fuck, you wish it wasn't, it holds up under your lips and warms them. It's intoxicating, your lips on his skin, so close to his chest. It's exhilarating. You have to get away.

"There." You grouse, practically glaring at him despite the blush at your cheeks as you straighten, "Better?"

"Yes," He whimpers, and it's small, broken, pathetic, "Thank you."

You shut the door without another word, letting him wipe his own tears.

His car is surprisingly nice. Where you'd expect fast food wrappers and condoms, you find an air freshener.

He grabs it excitedly, shoving it into your face as you start down the road, "Darlin' you gotta- gotta smell! It smells like ocean breeze."

It slips over your eyes and you strain to get away from it, "Okay, Hangman, okay! It smells very nice," You gush, giving him the attention he's seeking. He preens proudly as he hooks it around his mirror once more, but he doesn't settle into his seat.

"Those are cool jeans," He prods a finger at your thigh, and even though you know it's drunken rather than lustful, his touch makes you shiver.

"They were five dollars," You humor him, feeling him fiddle carefully with the ripped strands of fraying string showcasing your skin.

"Cheap." He murmurs, concentration far too heavy on rearranging the strings. Half of them have ripped beyond repair from where they were stretched over your thigh, but he seems to be playing with them like they're yarn to a housecat. You have the sudden urge to run a hand through his hair and see if he purrs.

"My house is that way," Jake points blearily through the windshield down a one-way street, "It's the big blue one."

"You live in an apartment," You turn the wheel in the opposite direction, "And it's not blue, and it's not that way."

"Oh so you-" He hiccups, "-know where I live?"

"I do," You nod, keeping your eyes on the road even when his fingers keep pawing at your jeans, "I've been there before. Remember? We had a movie night."

"Oh yeah," He nods, brow furrowed, "Payback spilled his water on my carpet."

"Not water," You snort, remembering the cheap liquor spilled over the shag, "But yeah, he did."

There's a bout of silence that follows your words, shadows ripping through the car as you pass beneath trees. The road is paved unevenly in a few spots, and Jake's car bounces on its tires.

"Woah," He grumbles, head bumping your shoulder after a particularly raucous pothole, "Look! Look they're in a- a heart."

You slow to a stop in front of his apartment and glance down to where his finger is digging into your thigh. The loose strings on your jeans have all been twisted and tied into a heart that overlays the rip, puffy and frayed where it rests against your leg.

"Oh," You let the sincerity of the gesture steal the breath from your lungs, even if it does come out of a drunk man, "That's pretty, Hangman. Thanks."

You unlatch your seatbelt, breaking his trance. The heart, tied at the bottom and woven through other strands at its apexes, stays tightly knotted into your jeans, and you wonder if you'll ever be able to get it out. It's the last of your concerns, though, as Jake fumbles with his own seatbelt.

He finally jabs just right at the button, though it's after a string of mumbled frustrations. You swear you hear something along the lines of "You're pretty." thrown into the mix, but you choose to ignore it so that your hands don't get sweaty. You probably misheard.

It's a wonder that he's able to get himself out of the car. He lands with a crunch of gravel onto the driveway of his apartment, feet planted firmly beneath him. You suppose he might have sobered slightly during the long, quiet drive, and you're just glad you don't have to press him to yourself anymore to keep him upright.

Thankfully, he knows which door is his, but he forgets that you have his keys. You keep a hand stuffed into your pocket, curled around them, while he fumbles in his pocket for them.

“Damn,” He hisses, patting his pockets and coming up empty, “My- my keys are gone. I think someone took them, we have to-”

“I have your keys,” You’re far too smug as you hold them up, the ring hooked over your middle finger, “Remember? That’s why I drove?”

“Oh.” His brows furrow, and the word adorable flashes through your head before you can stop it. As soon as you acknowledge it, though, it’s gone in a puff of smoke.

“I’ll do it.” You carefully shoo his hands away from the door, slipping the key in and turning it. His apartment is neat, you’ll give him that, but you suppose it’s because he doesn’t have time to mess it up. You toe off your shoes in the doorway, leaving them in a heap which he contributes to. His boots are going to muck up your white wedges, but you can’t care about that right now. What’s more important is making sure Hangman doesn’t head straight for his own liquor stash, which of course, he does.

“No,” You rush for the bottle he’s about to grab, “You’re cut off for the night. Remember?”

“No,” His brow furrows, and he stares at your fingers wrapped around his own against the neck of the bottle, “I don’t.”

At least you know he’s being honest. You pry his hand off of the bottle, setting it back on the counter and letting go of his fingers. You expect them to drop but they don’t, they curl around your own and slot your palms together.

You stiffen but he doesn’t seem to notice, his hand still enveloping yours in a gesture that sends heat rushing up from your fingertips and straight to your heart. You glance down first, then up at him, finding a gooey, lovesick smile on his face paired with empty eyes.

“Hi, darlin’.” He gushes, and squeezes your hand.

Fuck.

“Okay, bedtime.” You decide, trying to pry your hand out of his grip. He won’t let you, though, the more you pull the closer he gets. Until he’s pressed to you, his right thigh to your left, chest-to-chest, smiling contently at you. 

If you can’t make him let go, you suppose you can move. So you do, you lead him through the short hallway, and flick the light on in his bedroom. His room is.. less neat. There’s clothes on the floor, and what looks dangerously like an old pizza box sticking out from under the bed. You decide to ignore it for time’s sake, your main goal is to get Jake into bed before he tips over.

He looks close to it now, stumbling towards his nightstand to snatch a necklace off of it. It’s a delicate silver chain, and there’s a pretty heart pendant on it.

“Look,” He shows it off, “‘S my mom’s. She gave it to me before I came down here.”

“That’s very sweet,” You croon, and all of a sudden you want to know more about Mama Seresin, “I think I’d like to see you wear that someday, Hangman.”

“That’d look silly.” He muses, eyes shiny as they rove over the charm, finally putting it down to look back at you, “But if you’d really like it I’ll do it.”

You suppose that if anything comes out of his drunken stupor, it’ll be a hell of a lot of blackmail material. Apparently he’s blabby when drunk, and you’ll definitely ask why he’s not wearing his mom’s necklace tomorrow when you meet for breakfast.

“Okay, Jake, let’s get you changed.” You hum, glancing around his room and peering apprehensively at his dresser. You turn back, intent on asking him which drawers you should avoid opening, and are met with-

“Jake! Put- put your pants back on!”

Your hands fly to your eyes to shield yourself from the sight of Jake Seresin’s Uncovered Crotch, but you forget that he’s still clinging tight to you, and he stumbles along with you. All you can do is let out a strangled cry as his outer thigh presses against yours, praying nothing else will.

“Put your boxers back on,” You beg, “And- and get into pajamas! Oh my god.”

“Yeah,” Jake giggles, far too inebriated to read the room, “That’s what they all say.”

“I hate you,” You groan, and finally, he lets go of your hand.

There’s absolute silence for too long, but just before you can urge him to hurry up and get dressed, he speaks.

“You do?”

HIs voice is unlike you’ve ever heard it. Jake has a particular talent for boasting, and his voice often bleeds confidence, loud and strong and clear. Now it’s small, unsure and weak.

“Get dressed,” You huff, “With pants, please.”

You’re not eager to admit it, but you don’t hate him. Not at all. Sure, he annoys you, but he annoys everyone. He shoves confetti through the slats in your locker so that opening it triggers a snowstorm, he steals food from your plate when his own is nearly full, and he always, always knocks his knuckles against your helmet. But he’s never mean, he’s never insulted you or pushed you or demeaned you. So you can’t find it in yourself to hate him, even if you don’t always like him.

Or maybe you do. Maybe you bite back a smile when you find confetti on the ground, and maybe you bend over with your back to him just in case he likes what he sees. Maybe you steal his food right back, and maybe the best part of your day is when you make it a competition, and he practically crawls over Fanboy to try to nab a piece of your orange chicken. Maybe the rapping of his knuckles on your helmet makes you want to respond by bumping it against his chest, an urge you’ve never dared to act on.

Feigning hatred is much easier, you’ve found, than admitting love.

His voice cuts through your thoughts, still devoid of its usual enthusiasm, “I’m dressed.”

You let your hands fall to your sides with a relieved sigh, and though your vision is somewhat bleary from being covered for so long, you work with it, blinking until you can see his form, already under the covers on his bed and facing away from you.

“Okay,” You hum awkwardly, glancing around the room, “You’re gonna need medicine in the morning. And water, so-”

“Pills are in the bathroom cabinet, there’s a cup on the counter.” He drawls, voice muffled by his pillow.

You bustle off to gather those, and when you reenter his bedroom you find him staring at the wall. It’s a sad expression, an empty one, but you suppose that’s what binge drinking does to a man.

“I’m gonna head out,” You speak to his back, setting the pills and glass down on his nightstand, “Are you.. gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” He hums, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” You mumble, more than ready to flee the awkward scene, “Bye, Jake.”

“Do you really hate me?”

You freeze in the doorway, heart thudding in your chest. You turn slow, your eyes meeting Jake’s before your body faces him, giving you enough time to figure out a response.

“No,” You speak carefully, “I- I was just teasing, Jake. I don’t hate you.”

“You’re sure?” He peers up anxiously at you, looking more like a scared child than a naval aviator, “You really don’t?”

“I’m sure,” You nod, gracing him with a soft smile to soothe his nerves, “I don’t hate you, Jake.” “Okay,” He breathes, his frown flattening out into a neutral expression as his eyes drink you in, “Thanks, Y/N. For taking care of me.”

“Anytime,” You promise, and you mean it more than you’ll let on, “Get some rest, Jake, we’re meeting for breakfast at nine tomorrow.”

He nods, and that’s your cue to leave. Your shoes are still by the door, and you slip them on, fiddling with the straps. When you straighten up from where you’d hunched over you spot Jake’s keys where you’d left them on his entryway table, and realize he won’t know where they are in the morning. You don’t want him to panic, so you scoop them up, knowing that his door auto-locks behind him as a part of the apartment’s security features. You’ll be able to leave without the keys, and he won’t be at risk overnight.

You pad quietly back into his room, intent on setting the keys by the glass of water and leaving. But you realize that he’s already asleep, the magic of booze eliciting soft, even breaths from him that ricochet off of the pillow he’s smushed against and blow his hair back. You stifle a giggle at the sight, and pride yourself for how much self control it takes not to record it.

You set the keys down, and your heel catches on the pizza box beneath his bed. Your nose wrinkles, and you decide there’s no good reason for Jake to be keeping old food under his bed, of all places.

You pick it up and it feels nearly empty, prompting confusion on your part. Pizza is not weightless. 

Maybe you should, maybe you shouldn’t, but you decide to flip the lid open. You brace the box on his nightstand and pop the top, your eyes landing on a collection of memorabilia inside, not cheese and bread.

You recognize a chubby baby as Jake himself, a slightly aged photo that looks delicate. You bite back a soft smile, but decide that his baby pictures are none of your business, fingers ghosting over the lid to shut it once more now that you know he’s not hoarding Papa John’s beneath his mattress.

Just before the lid closes, your heart stops. Your eyes catch a picture of just about the last face you’d ever expect to see in a pizza box under Jake Seresin’s bed: your own. It’s a picture of you talking to Payback, eyes shut and crinkled at the corners, mouth open in a laugh you’re sure was less-than-graceful at whatever the other aviator had said. You pick the photo up, pushing away a jewelry box that’s lying on top of its corner, and finding dozens more of your squadron beneath it. There’s one flipped on its front, and Jake’s scrawled sharpie over it, ‘Rooster being dumb. 6-07-2022.’

Upon inspection, the photo is of Bradley making a fool of himself. He’s halfway to the ground, foot caught in the sand as he topples over. You remember that day, you’d all laughed when he’d emerged with a mustache-full of sand.

You flip the photo of yourself, brows furrowing when the description is less-than-understandable.

‘Third time. 5-03-2021.’

Third time.. Third time you’d… laughed at Payback’s jokes? Definitely not, he’s quick on his toes and surprisingly witty.

Thumbing through each photo of you and your friends, the descriptions are all simple. ‘Natasha losing a bet’ showcases her rare defeated look, and of course Jake would have that documented. ‘Fanboy exhaling lemonade’ is self-explanatory, the substance shooting out of his nose in response to the Bradley-Sand-Mustache incident. The only ones you can’t figure out are your own, ‘First time. 4-25-2020’, ‘Second time. 10-10-2020’, and even, ‘Relapse. 9-14-2022;.

For the life of you, you can’t figure them out. You realize that you’ve been sifting through Hangman’s personal possessions far longer than you should have been, stuffing them all back inside the pizza box and sliding it beneath his bed. Something strange and confusing clouds your brain as you make your way to the front door, and you barely remember to listen for the click of the automatic lock when you leave.

Your apartment isn’t far from Jake’s, it’s only a few streets down, and you’d hitched a ride with Omaha to the Hard Deck anyways. You won’t make him pick you up to drive you three blocks.

There’s something infuriating about knowing that Jake writes about you in code. It’s like a mental game, and you’re losing. You ponder it all the way back to your apartment, and you dig your own keys out of your pocket to get yourself inside.

Your determination to figure Jake’s code out only transforms into insomnia, and you fall asleep at nearly three in the morning, alarms set for five hours ahead, wondering if you’ll ever find out what they mean.

--

Surprisingly, for how you’d left him last night, Jake is the first one to show up to Team Breakfast. Your typical spot at the local cafe is inhabited by none other than Hangman, checking his watch to see how late everyone was running so far.

“You’re here early,” You marvel, and his head shoots up to meet your gaze. He grins sheepishly, nodding, “I had too much of a headache to go back to sleep.”

“Oooh,” You laugh, “Tough luck.”

“Yeah. Reckon’ I drank a lot last night?” He asks, already grimacing in expectation of your response. 

You take a particular pleasure in nodding, “You tried kissing Bradley.”

He hadn’t, at least, not on this particular occasion. Rooster has gotten his fair share of Drunk Hangman Love, as have you all, but this time he’d stayed away from anything too intimate.

“Shit,” Hangman grimaces, screwing his eyes up and plunking his chin to his chest, “I thought you said Bob was gonna start watching out for that?”

“He did,” You snort, “He saw it about to happen, and left before you could do it to him. He watched out for himself.”

Jake mumbles something, probably along the lines of ‘typical’, but it’s as he raises his head again, and the glint of something silver at his neck catches your eye. You squint, hard, glimpsing a familiar heart-shaped pendant pressed to his chest and outlined beneath his shirt.

“Oh my god,” You laugh, “The necklace! You’re really wearing it.”

He bites back a smirk and fits his lips to the rim of his water glass instead, “I told you I’d wear it. I’m no chicken.”

“Send a picture to your mom,” You suggest, “Tell her you’ve got her heart with you.”

His smile dims, something apprehensive in his eyes.

“You went through the box under my bed last night, didn’t you?”

You still at the question, your eyes wide, “What?”

“I heard you,” He admits, “I’m- I’m not mad, or anything. I just.. I know you did.”

“I’m sorry,” Even if he’s not upset, you feel awkward, like a kid caught elbow-deep in the cookie jar, “It was none of my business, I shouldn’t have-”

“No,” He shakes his head, reaching back for the clasp on the necklace, “It was your business. Is, if..” He hesitates, face screwed up in concentration.

“Y/N,” He finally continues, necklace now pinched between his fingers, “This isn’t my mom’s.”

“Oh?” You pry cautiously, “Who’s is it, then?”

“Yours.” He admits, and your brows furrow.

“It’s not mine, I’ve never had one like that. I- I guess someone must have left it at your apartment or something, maybe Phoenix?”

“No,” He sighs, eyes screwed shut, “I mean- I mean I bought it for you.”

“You,, you bought that necklace.. for me?”

“Yeah,” He nods, “Did you see the box in there?”

You nod, recalling the teal case.

“I bought it for you for your birthday last year. Chickened out before I could give it to you, though. That’s why I had to give you half a bottle of whiskey.”

His lackluster birthday present made a lot more sense now.

“I know you saw the pictures I’ve got of you,” He continues, keeping his eyes on the pendant of the necklace that he’s pressing against his thumb, “I just thought.. I’d get everything off my chest.”

“First time..” You recall, and he raises his eyes to you questioningly.

“The pictures of me,” You prompt him, “On the back, you had little.. notes? Captions? Whatever, they said first time, second time, third time, relapse. What did those mean?”

He stares at you, the prolonged eye contact making you squirm.

“You sure you don’t hate me?” He asks, just as timid as he had the night before.

“Jake- of course I don’t hate you!” You promise, “Just- tell me, please?”

“They’re every time I fell in love with you.” He murmurs, and your entire world stops spinning. You’ve built it carefully on a foundation of Jake-directed sarcasm and a healthy distance away from your fellow aviator, and when the word ‘love’ slips from his lips the foundation crumbles. You feel everything collapse, every witty comeback, every dramatic eye-roll, every logical pushback. Nothing remains, except love. The word, the feeling, the sound of it coming from his mouth. 

Apparently the demolition of your entire world takes too much time. Jake cringes, tucking the necklace into his fist and going to pocket it, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have- fuck, I should have just shut my mouth. I won’t bring it up again, we can just forget this, and-”

“Stop,” You reach for his hand, covering his closed fist with your open palm, “Give me the necklace.”

He unfurls his hand, slowly, unsurely. His eyes linger on you, and he watches as you carefully scoop the jewelry from his palm, your fingers delicately brushing over the heart.

“You really love me?” You verify, keeping your eyes on the silver charm so that if this is some sick joke, you won’t see him break the facade. You won’t see the adoration in his eyes turn to mockery, the love to hatred.

“I really do,” He promises, “And I know that I’m not the best at communicating that…”

“What with the constant teasing and badgering?” You glance up at him for the first time since his confession, your view of his face obscured by your lashes.

“Yeah,” He grimaces, “That.”

“Can I be honest with you, Jake?” You bite the inside of your cheek, regretting admitting what you’re about to say before you’ve even said it.

“Yeah,” He breathes, and you think he expects the worst.

“I kind of like it,” You admit, and his frown breaks. 

“I knew it,” He gloats, his grin wide and bright, “I knew there was a reason you never say anywhere I couldn’t steal your food.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You groan, closing your fist around the necklace, “I haven’t responded to your confession yet, have I, Seresin? Don’t get too cocky.”

As much as you’re teasing him, he takes it seriously. His grin dims, and his eyes soften, worry pooling in his irises.

“I..” You start, eyes on the heart that still lies in the rips of your jeans instead of his own gaze, “I love you, too.”

“You do?” You think you’re starting to like his voice when it’s not brash and cocky, instead sincere and a little timid.

“I do,” You nod, glancing back up at him, “And.. I don’t really know what to do about that. I tried to ignore it, because we work together, and because I wasn’t sure you liked me back, but.. I do love you, Jake.”

“That,” He smiles, real and genuine, “Is something I’ve wanted to hear you say for years, darlin;.”

“Well. you should thank your inebriated self last night,” You laugh, letting him take the necklace from your fist and unclasp it, “You’re very touchy when you’re drunk, and I may or may not have seen your penis.”

“That’s.. not something I remember.” Jake grimaces, pausing with the necklace open in his hands, “Was it.. I mean- did you.. like it?”

“Quit while you’re ahead,” You advise Jake, leaning forwards so that he can wrap his arms around your neck, “I’m not talking about your dick at brunch with our friends.”

“They’re not here yet,” He murmurs, and when you lock eyes, you take in the fact that he’s only inches from your face.

There’s a soft click as he clasps the necklace against the base of your hairline, then he drops it to your neck. The chain is cold, but Jake’s hands are warm where they smooth over your cheeks. You let your lashes flutter shut, lips already slightly puckered, waiting for the press of his own over them. You can’t be but a hair’s breadth away from kissing Jake when a shrill scream comes from the parking lot, and your eyes snap open with a start.

You turn, but he doesn’t release your face, instead pressing his cheek to yours as you both look for the culprit. It’s not Natasha you find with her hands clamped over her mouth, but Rooster, though the former is smirking.

“We carpooled,” She informs you, elbowing Bradley in the side, “We were only five minutes late, and you guys have already sucked face?”

“I gave her the necklace,” Hangman reaches over to show off the charm around your neck, “I, uh- asked for Phoenix’s help buying it. I didn’t know what you’d like.”

“Thanks,” You laugh sheepishly, though you’re not sure who you’re talking to. Maybe both of them, “Uh, is that Fanboy’s car?”

It is, tires crunching against spare bits of asphalt as he turns into the parking lot.

“Coyote’s in there, too,” Hangman groans, pulling back from where you’d been smushed together, “Let’s hope they didn’t see.”

“Oh, we’ll tell them,” Natasha promises, and her laugh can only be described as maniacal, “They each owe me $20, they thought she’d say no.”

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

[jupitercomet]

does reader call sugardaddy!jake daddy?

warnings - suggestive but not quite smut, they do it in public y'all, daddy kink but like look at him

sugar daddy/surfer blurb night

Jake Seresin doesn’t do shopping. He’s worn the same style suit since he was 18, ordering new versions periodically—you once joked that his closet looked like a cartoon character’s and for that reason, Jake went out and bought one pair of jeans. But even with his clothes, Jake doesn’t shop, he just has his assistant do it for him. So, really, Jake had no reason to be anywhere near an upscale lingerie store.

And he certainly had no reason to be doing what he’s doing. 

Jake’s large hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your squeak of surprise as he pushes you up against the changing room mirror. His eyes are swallowed by his pupils, unable to leave the reflection of your scantily clad body. Truly, Jake never thought that a simple white babydoll would be his undoing—you’d tried on far more provocative things before it and he was able to contain himself—but one look at you as you stepped out of the changing room had him cornering you right back into it. 

He has you bent over, palms holding yourself up against the mirror as he lets his hands explore your body. Jake grins at the way he’s got you on your tiptoes, your thighs trembling in anticipation as he smooths out the fabric of your babydoll.

“You better be quiet.” His voice is a husky reminder against your ear, his fingers swiping between your folds. 

You whine softly, looking at him through the mirror with those puppy dog eyes that usually have him dropping to his knees in front of you. This time though, he’s too distracted by the direct line of sight he has to your cleavage and the way your nipples are pressing through white lace. He’s distracted by how all of your body looks covered in white lace. His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh and he can hear your sharp intake of breath.

Letting his hand fall from your mouth, Jake palms at your breast, pushing against you until his mouth is just a hair away from your ear. He nips at the lobe gently. “I’m gonna fuck you in this and then you’re gonna pick out five more just like it, got it?”

Your eyes widen—though if it’s from his words or the finger he has sinking inside you, Jake’s not sure. “They’re so expensive tho— Ah!” A soft cry interrupts your words as Jake crooks his finger and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip to keep quiet.

“Then you’ll buy 10,” Jake growls, giving you another overly rough crook of his finger because you both know that you know better than to argue with Jake about how to spend his money. It’s something that he can be very prideful about (and has also led to some of the best sex of your life). “Got it?”

Jake nudges another finger inside you and watches the last of your hesitance melt away, your eyes softening as your cheek squishes against the glass of the mirror. You let out a shaky breath and then his two favorite words are spilling from your lips in a needy whimper.

“Yes, daddy.”

You leave the store with a limp in your step, an inability to make eye contact with any of the workers, and 12 different babydolls.

[entertainmentgirl80]

Jake's Love Language 💚

Warnings: Mentions Of Love-Making, Jake Being Jake, Time Jump, Little Bit Of Angst, Hint Of Pregnancy, And Lot Of Fluff.

While you are lying in the bed while sleeping in naked, Jake can't help but look that you sleeping so peaceful. However, he kisses your temple, and you wake up from your sleep....

"Hey cowboy, what up?" You rubbing your eyes.

"Nothing, just looking at your beautiful face and just to think that I'm can't believe that I'm one lucky son of a bitch." He smiles towards you.

"And, why is that, Mr. Seresin?" You ask him

"Because I'm glad that I'm met you. The first time you step in The Hard Deck is when I'm first laying my eyes on you. Plus, at first, you were suspicious of me because you thought I was gonna kidnap or murder you." He chuckled

"Well, that was my first instant in my mind. It's just that I'm don't want nothing bad to happen to me, you know?"

"I'm understand where you are coming from. But you know that not who I am, and if I'm were serial killer, I wouldn't be the man that my mama raised me that I am today." He smirks while he cuddles you.

"I'm know, I love you Jakey."

"I'm love you too, darlin." He said it in a southern drawl accent that you fell in love with when y'all first met each other.

Y'all start to make out once again, he giving you love bites on your jaw to your neck, while you moaning to his name....

"Jake, I'm need you, and I want you." You cooed

"You have me, babe, always and forever because you are my wife, and I gonna take care of you, so let me do my husband's duties." He said to you with full of love.

When he touches you, it's like ice melt in your body, the way he kisses you, you get a taste of strawberries like on a summer day. And when y'all make love, ever since y'all gotten married, that feeling still electric when you feel like you the only girl in the world.

Over the next two years, y'all two found a home to start your little family, plus it makes sense so Jake can be closer to his job. So one day while you scrolling through to see what kind of couch for the living room, you felt little sick in your stomach, so you went straight to the bathroom and you throw up, so afterwards you thinking in your mind that you might be pregnant. So you call your husband for a favor...

"Hey darlin, what up?" He answered

"Hey J, I'm need a favor." Your voice is a little nervous

"Okay, is something wrong, sweets?" He asks in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, while you are on the way home, can you go to the store and get me three pregnancy tests for me, please?"

"Sure baby, I'm gotcha ya, I go get it now alright?"

"Alright, thank you, Jakey."

"No problem, darlin', I'm be coming home soon, see you when I get there."

"Okay, love you, J," you said to him

"Love you too, sweets." He hang up the phone.

So after he came home from the store, Jake walked in the house, greeted, and hugged you tight because he knew everything is gonna be okay, no what matters life throws at them. And so you feel little nervous to take both of the tests but Jake is right by your side every little step in the way, so you went to the bathroom and took all the three tests and put a timer on and wait after it's rings.

"Hey, you know everything is gonna be fine, you know that right?" He comfort you.

"I'm know J, but what if I'm not ready to be a mom?, what if I-I'm not fit for it?, I really scare Jakey." You feel nervousness in your voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, I'm told you when we got married, you know I always gonna take care of you till in sickness in health, for better and for worse. And be there for you regardless if I at work or home, you my number one priority and I'm love you sweets." He holds your hands while he comforts you with full of love.

"I love you too Cowboy."

*Dings*, the timer rings so y'all about to found out if you pregnant or not......

"Okay, you ready? On three: 1, 2, 3", y'all flipped both of the tests, and it's all came back to positive, meaning y'all is expecting your first child together.

"We gonna be parents, baby!!" You excited but nervous at the same time.

"We are baby, we are!, I'm looking forward to it be a daddy. He smiles and gives you a kiss on your temple.

Nine months later, you have been giving birth to a baby girl, and you name her Jade Alexis Seresin. She got beautiful green eyes and her nose just like her daddy. You and Jake were over the moon that y'all became parents, and you named Bob Floyd & Natasha Trace as the godparents for your daughter. 💚

A/N: It's just a little burb story that I'm made, but it's a sequel but part 2 to Texan & Georgian storyline that I did, and sorry , I took my time with it, but I did the best that I could. I hope y'all like it.

[phoenixsbby]

can you write something with Hangman where y/n is pregnant and she’s at a Dagger Squad dinner and she received some comments about how big her belly is compared to the other women, so she refused the chocolate cake dessert and Hangman follows her after the dinner in the kitchen, seeing her crying and stuff ?

thank you for the request :')

warnings: mentions of body size/weight, swearing

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You’ve been eyeing that chocolate cake since the minute you arrived at the barbeque your husband, Lieutenant Jake Seresin, had been invited to. It was huge and looked moist and mouth watering and you could only partially blame the pregnancy hormones for wanting to shove the entire thing in your mouth with your bare hands. You’ve waited patiently though instead of giving into your chaotic, intrusive thoughts. 

You’ve gone through the motions of talking with all of your husbands colleagues, you’ve spent time playing yard games with different members of the Dagger Squad (you totally didn’t get too excited and caused a scene when you and Rooster beat Bob and Phoenix in corn hole), and you ate your fair share of dinner.

And when it’s finally time for dessert, you do not hesitate in stepping up and grabbing a big piece of that beautiful cake. You see no shame in it, wanting to eat dessert. Not only because your pregnant and rightfully deserve to treat your baby to this homemade masterpiece but also, because if someone wants to eat some cake then who gives a fuck?

The piece of cake you have dangling at the threshold of your mouth freezes mid air when you make direct eye contact with one of your least favorite pilots you’ve had the (dis)pleasure of knowing since Jake had been stationed in North Island. Cobra.

You hold eye contact for a beat of silence, still with your cake hovering, and watch as he raises his eyebrows and dips his gaze down to your body. You can feel the judgement rolling off of him, in the way he’s staring at you when your eyes reconnect. 

Without taking a bite of the cake that’s been teasing you all night, you place your fork back down on your plate.

“Can I help you?” You try to keep your tone sweet but there’s no missing the rigidity behind it. You completely stopped caring about being polite to this guy pretty quickly after hearing about the multiple sexist “jokes” and negative comments about other pilots he’s made in the past. You’re not a pilot yourself but, you’ve heard enough stories from Jake about Cobra to how shitty of a teammate (and person) he is.

“No, I just ..” Cobra purses his lips and shakes his head. You roll your eyes so hard, you’re surprised they don’t fall out of your head.

“Just what?”

“You really think you should be eating that?” He tilts his head ever so slightly to the side as he says it and you’ve never been a violent person but suddenly, you’re ready to swing.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on Y/N.” He grins and your blood turns from lukewarm to boiling hot inside your veins. He takes a step closer to which you react by taking one backwards. He dips his head close and adds, “We both know you’ve gained a some weight recently. You don’t see any other females here shoving cake in their mouths, do you?” 

You haven’t told anyone that you’re pregnant other than your husband. It’s still early and it’s been a busy, stressful time at work for Jake so, you both agreed to push off telling everyone for now. And yes, during the time since you found out, your body has changed which is completely healthy and natural when you’re growing another human inside you! But the fact that Cobra doesn’t even know that and is still commenting on your weight, it makes you sick.

You want to scream and yell at him, to tell him off, to ask him where he gets the nerve to talk to anyone about their body but, all you do is blink. Your eyes instinctually flicker around the other women at the party. The other wives and girlfriends and pilots at the party are all beautiful and fit in their own right. Suddenly, despite knowing your body is doing its natural thing to support you during this stage in your life, you feel inferior to them in every way.

“Sorry to be so up front about it.” Cobra adds. Sorry my ass. “But, I think I’m doing you a favor. Maybe switch the cake out for some fruit or something.”

You glance down at the cake on your plate, the once delicious dessert looks about as appetizing as a pile of dirt and worms now. 

An arm wraps itself around your shoulders and pulls you into a firm body. You glance up and see Coyote looking at you with furrowed brows. 

“You okay?” He discreetly wipes a tear off of your cheek that you didn’t even know fell. Despite the answer being no, you nod weakly. 

“I need to use the bathroom.” You croak out before shoving your plate in Coyote’s direction and making a beeline for the house. Faintly as you walk away, you hear Coyote throw a ‘what the hell did you do?’ at Cobra. But, you don’t care enough to stop or listen to the ways Cobra will spin this so he’s the victim. All you care about is getting away from these people to cry your eyes out and try your best to not make a scene at your husbands work party.

You don’t find the bathroom, instead you find a small secondary pantry in the back of the house to have a mini break down in. You slump against the wall and finally let all of the tears you can feel prickling at your dry eyes fall. 

You feel like you’re being ripped in half. One half of you, the arguably more reasonable half, knows there is nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone’s body is unique. Some bodies are small, some are big, they all change under different circumstances. Body size does not determine a persons worth. Nothing gives someone the right to comment on another persons body the way Cobra did yours. The only person who should feel ashamed here is him.

Yet the other half of you lets his words stick to your skin like glue until they seep through many, many layers of yourself, until you can feel them festering inside of you. Maybe you could be making better eating choices? Maybe you should be eating more fruit? You don’t know because this is your first pregnancy and its hard to be a mother! But, you’re trying your absolute best to figure it out. Shouldn’t that count for something?

You’re outright sobbing when you feel arms encase your body and pull you flush against a hard, warm chest. One hand cradles your head while the other rubs soothing circles against your back. One deep inhale of a spicy and sweet familiar scent is all you need to know who’s holding you - Jake.

“What’s going on?” He murmurs into your hair, voice laced with concern as he squeezes you tightly against him. He knows what’s going on, Coyote came and found him the minute Cobra told him what he had said to you. Despite Cobra trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, Coyote could see right through the bullshit. 

Jake had two options; hit the fucker that thought it was okay to comment on his wife’s body or find his wife who he knew needed him in that moment. It was a no brainer (okay, he did consider hitting Cobra for a hot second), he had to find you. 

“I-“ you try to explain it  but, the words collide with a sob that’s already lodged in your throat. 

“Take some deep breaths.” You feel him inhale a deep breath of his own, hold it, then release an equally long exhale. “Come on, baby.” He inhales another, prompting you to follow along.

The first few breaths you take are jagged and short, some leave you gasping for more air. But after continued encouragement from Jake, eventually your breathing returns to a somewhat rhythmic state. Your heart no longer feels like its jackhammering its way out of your ribcage, your thoughts about your body and being a good mother are no longer stirring up a storm in your mind. You feel calm there, in that pantry, wrapped up in your loving husbands embrace.

“There she is.” He smiles, soft and sweet, as you pull away from him just enough to see his face. He wipes away the lingering wetness of tears on your cheeks before leaving his hands there to cup them.

“I feel-“ you struggle again to find words to accuracy describe this feeling. You settle on motioning the shape of a balloon with your hands and take another shaky, deep breath.

“Whatever that snake said to you out there, it’s not even remotely close to the truth.” Jake tilts his head and rubs his thumbs gently across your skin. 

“Isn’t it? I mean, I have put on some weight.” 

“Because you’re pregnant, Y/N.”

“But, we’ve all seen those women who stay in such good shape when they’re pregnant like you can’t even tell they’re pregnant until the day before they pop that baby out! And all they drink is kale smoothies and their favorite midnight snack is baby carrots. They definitely do not eat chocolate cake!”

“Y/N,” Jake tilts your head up away from your belly to look him directly in the eye. “Everyone’s body is different. And I happen to think yours is amazing.” You scoff and try to look away but, he holds your eyes to his. “Whether you gain or lose weight, if you grow a foot or shrink a foot, I will always think your body is amazing. Not only because you’re growing our baby in there,” he places a hand on your lower stomach “but also because it’s yours. You are so beautiful.”

You melt into his touch and rest your forehead against his. You have no idea what you did to get so lucky in loving a man like this, one of the good ones. He kisses you slowly, letting every ounce of his love translate from his lips directly to yours. 

You groan the second your lips break apart and slump into his hold. You feel his laugh vibrate against your chest as he holds you up.

‘What is it?”

“I can’t believe I let that dickhead talk me into not eating that cake. I bet it’s all gone by now.” You pout into his chest before he puts his hands on your forearms and pulls you off of him. You narrow your eyes at the way he’s smirking at you.

Wordlessly, he reaches behind you and by the time he’s fully back in your field of vision, he’s holding your plate with the same piece of cake on it from before. You gasp and smile, so bright and contagious and Hangman can’t believe he gets to witness something that gorgeous. 

“Oh, I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you.” You squeal as you take the plate from his hands and don’t hesitate in sticking a forkful of cake into your mouth. You moan and let your eyes flutter shut at the gooey goodness of it. “You’re the best.”

“Don’t I know it.” Jake chuckles as his thumb swipes away a crumb from the corner of your mouth.

“Uhhhh … I was talking to the cake.”

[topgun-imagines]

An angst prompt?! Don’t tempt me with a good time

I would really love to see something with the line:

“i loved you, you used me.”

Calm filled the atmosphere. The first few days after Valentine’s Day were usually slow. After all, most people in relationships blew their flower budget before the 14th. This led to the shop being empty for most of the day. Your regulars still stopped by, men who would bring their partners flowers weekly and widowers bringing flowers to their passed-on loved ones.

These were the ones that gave you hope that love still existed. After the past few weeks, you weren’t so sure.

It was then that the small bell chimed above the door. You shovelled the last spoonful of leftover pasta into your mouth before you rushed out to the front to greet the customer. Distractedly, you fiddled with your apron as you walked around the corner. Oh, how you wished you would have been looking up.

When you lifted your head, there was a large, beaming smile on your face. It was gone within seconds.

Standing in front of you was Jake Seresin, the man who ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped all over it.

Your face hardened into stone in a matter of seconds. The pilot looked like a kicked puppy, but that didn’t stop the vicious words flowing from your mouth before you could stop them.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” You hissed the words through clenched teeth, damn near spitting on him. “Honestly, Seresin, what the hell is wrong with you? You think you can just walk in here like this after what you’ve done?”

Jake was standing in front of you, mouth gapping like a fish. During your rant, the pilot had no chance to explain himself, not that you would give him one anyway. You finally paused. At this point, steam was nearly pouring from your ears.

When he didn’t say anything, you raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, something that had changed since the break-up. That prompted him to speak. Your name was whispered quietly as he took a step forward.

With a scoff, you retreated behind your desk and began focusing once more on your pile of flower orders. It was then that he began speaking. From across your shop.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.” That elicited a harsher scoff from you. Where did this man get the nerve?

“Hangman,” You never called him by his call-sign. That was enough for Jake to know that his chances were less than slim. “You do not get to do this. You do not get to come into my place of business to try and hash out your personal issues.” The only reason you paused was to suck in some air before you continued.

Ever so slowly, you set your pen down and walked around the counter. Once you were close enough, you jabbed your finger into his chest. “I loved you.” Your voice cracked and tears welled in your eyes.

Memories from the past came rushing back. Memories filled with nothing but laughter. Memories surrounding that one, fateful night. The night that you had come home, a week before Valentine’s Day, only for Jake to drop the bomb that he wanted a break. That he was no longer in love with you. As hard of a pill as it was to swallow, you had come to terms with the reality that Jake was never the man you thought he was. You had realized that everything, all the whispered ‘I love you’s’ and promises made meant nothing to him.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop your finger from shaking. Regardless of that, your voice was firm.

Jake wasn’t one for crying. Hell, he hardly ever showed emotion. But as he stood in front of you, watching the consequences of his actions play out, he couldn’t stop the single tear from rolling down his cheek at your next words.

“And you used me.”

Thank you for the request anon! Send in some angst from this list :)

[siempre-bucky]

Fangs

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Wife!Reader

summary: Jake has a last-minute costume change that drives you crazy.

wc: 829

“Alright,” Natasha spoke as she narrowed her eyes at the calendar you had in your kitchen. “Luke, you’re going with Matt after the Halloween dance?” She whipped around, your kids sitting at the island, elbows deep in the candy bowl.  You stood against the counter, lovingly watching their godmother re-explain the plan you all made for Halloween.  

“Yeah,” the eighth-grader, dressed in his beloved Luke Skywalker costume, said unenthusiastically as he ate yet another piece of candy. He reached back in, only to have you slap his hand with your fake rubber wood stake. The boy whined, retracting his hand and shaking it as if it hurt. 

“Jane,” Nat redirected her attention. The sixth grader perked up, a lollipop shoved in her mouth and her cat ear headband shifting on her head. 

“I’m going to stay the night at Anna’s house while you guys go to the party at the Hard Deck,” the girl droned, hearing the Halloween plan for a solid week now. “Mommy, where’s dad?” she asked, looking around for the tall blond. 

“Probably still getting ready. You know him, always having to make an entrance,” you sighed, taking another piece of candy for yourself and tossing one to Luke. He smiled brightly, little lines forming around his mouth just like his father's. 

“I do not,” Jake huffed on cue, waltzing into the kitchen. He placed a kiss on the top of Jane’s head and ruffled his son's hair. 

“Where’s your costume?” Luke asked, fixing his hair in the reflection of the toaster. “Uncle Javy said you guys were doing cowboys?” 

“Zombie cowboys,” Jane whispered her addition. 

You eyed your husband up and down, his casual jeans and black t-shirt catching your attention. Certainly didn’t look like the plaid button-down and ‘bloody’ ripped jeans he tried on the other day. “You look casual,” you noted. Although you were no better, your 90s Buffy recreation could’ve been anything. 

Jake reached in between his children and grabbed a handful of candy, flashing a signature Seresin smile up at you, beautiful pearly white teeth that always managed to make your legs turn to jelly. There was something different in the way he smiled, it was more crooked, his jaw a little lower than normal. It dawned on you and the sudden wave of pleasure hit you at the same time. Jake’s canine teeth were longer and pointier. “Holy shit,” you breathed. 

You sauntered over to him, your eyes trained on his lips. You placed your thumbs on his upper lip and pulled them upward to reveal the fake teeth molded to his real ones. “What’s happening?” he asked with a small laugh. You inspected them further, tilting his head upward to see the sharp point. You wanted them all over your body. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought. 

“Fangs,” you responded simply, your voice was lower, barely audible.

 Jake knew exactly what he was doing. He looked over at you, the color of your eyes was near nonexistent, and your pupils were blown with sheer want.  He smirked, hands clasping around your wrists and pulling your thumbs out of his mouth, “Fanboy had extra material and made these for me. Like em, darlin’?”  

“I do,” you hummed, tilting your chin upward. He swiped his tongue along his teeth, his fangs on full display for you.  

“Okay!” Natasha said quickly as soon as she saw Jakle’s hand touch your lower back. A Jake signature. Even though the kids were preoccupied with their phones she knew that it was about to become not so family-friendly in the Seresin kitchen. “Kids grab your things, I’ll take you to the school.” Luke and Jane jumped off their chairs and gathered their things. “Behave,” she scolded with a shake of her head as the two of you moved away from each other. 

The kids shrugged on their backpacks and gave you and Jake a quick hug and promises of being safe they happily followed their godmother who shot back one last warning glare. 

After the door shut and the engine of Natasha's car roared, Jake turned to you and you looked at him with the same knowing face. 

In a swift motion, Jake pressed you against the cold metal of the refrigerator, flashed his fangs, and connected his lips to your neck. The drag of his fangs burned your skin deliciously as he dragged them along the length of your neck. “So,” he murmured darkly, the tips of the fangs slightly digging into the base of your neck, “still wanna go to that party?” 

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. “We can be late,” you moaned as his lips found the other side of your neck. He hoisted you up on the counter, one of your hands falling to the cold surface to brace yourself. 

“No kids, no interruptions,” he mumbled against your skin, his strong hands pushing your trembling thighs apart. “We’re not going.”

[topguncortez]

Jake has a high sex drive as it is but imagine being pregnant and him just being on you none stop. Like the guy can’t control himself!

you gotta get the spray bottle out and spray him like a puppy trying to get into trouble

Jake has a breeding kink. It’s not as well known as Bradley “Breeding Kink” Bradshaw’s is, and it takes him some time to realize what it actually is.

It’s not until you start showing that Jake is like “holy fuck i created that… i wanna do it again.”

and call it male pregnancy hormones or the primal need, but Jake can not keep his hands off of you. He’s kissing you. Hugging you from behind. Touching your belly. Playing with your hair.

He wants you all. the. damn. time. and in the most needy type of way. He honestly doesn’t care if he nuts, he just wants to put his cock in you. He wants to feel you around him. He loves how intimate it is, when you’re both naked, you sitting on his lap, his cock inside of you, lazily making out, your bump the only thing keeping your bodies from being pressed right up against each other.

“How soon after this one can we have another one?” He mumbles against your skin.

“You want another one?” You ask with a smile.

“Sweetheart,” He pulls back and kisses you, “I want a whole damn team. I want to see you grow and swell with my babies, over and over again. Wanna keep you full of me.”

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Oooo baby! Happy 4K!! Hangman with “knowing their allergies and medical history while in the ER” please?? 💕

Thank you so much!! Here's some Jake for you! Enjoy!

4k Celebration Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend

Jake Seresin x Reader

You hobble over to the receptionist to get a clipboard with an intake form, wincing every time you put weight on the ankle you twisted missing a step when you tried to join your friends at the firepit in the backyard. To your great excitement, your brother’s best friend (and the guy you’ve been crushing on for the better part of your life), had been the only one in the group sober enough to drive you to the hospital. Unfortunately, Jake Seresin also spent the entire ride over reprimanding you for not turning on the light before coming down the stairs.

You take a seat in the waiting room just as he enters the building after parking his car.

“It’ll be a few hours,” you tell him. “You could just pick me up in the morning.”

Jake gives you an amused look. “And leave you here alone in your inebriated state?”

You grimace. “I’m not inebriated. Anymore.”

He hooks an eyebrow as he lowers himself into the seat beside you.

“Maybe your tedious lecture sobered me up,” you grumble.

Jake chuckles. “Sorry, I might’ve gotten a little carried away.”

You shrug, leaning away from him slightly because his arm brushes against yours when he rests his back into the seat. His shoulders are so wide that it’s impossible to sit beside him without making contact. You lean forward to start filling out your form.

Several moments later, Jake taps on the clipboard in your hands. “Didn’t you take ibuprofen for the pain?”

You glance up at him slowly, pulling the clipboard protectively into your chest. “So?”

“They need to know what you’re on.”

“What I’m on?” you say with a laugh. “It’s not like it’s meth, Jake.”

“Write it just in case,” he says. “And how much alcohol have you had?”

You roll your eyes and shift in your seat so that your back is turned toward him. “Let me concentrate.”

But Jake is already half standing to look over your shoulder. “Migraines, right?” he mutters, pointing at the list of existing conditions.

“Jake, do you mind?” you say. “This is private information.”

But Jake ignores your request entirely and starts tapping on the allergy section that you’ve left blank. “You’re allergic to cats,” he says. “Give me that!” He yanks the clipboard out of your hands.

“Jake!” you exclaim. “They don’t care if I’m allergic to cats. This is a hospital. They want to know if I’m allergic to any medications.”

“Shh,” Jake shushes you. “Let me concentrate.”

Read Part 2

[ladyelissarose]

‘My Desert Flower’

Jake Seresin x girlfriend reader - nickname, ‘Poppy’

 Warnings? FLUFFFFFFF

Summary: After coming home early from deployment overseas, Jake is happy to come home to Texas to surprise his favorite girl as they celebrate his mommas birthday 

  Jake Seresin had just gone back from overseas after a successful mission, but, the thing was that he had arrived on land much earlier than scheduled. They were planning to be home until two weeks later.  

 So with that said, he figured that he’d give his family and girlfriend, Poppy, a good surprise. All his wing buddies agreed  to drive him to the airport, and the whole way there they teased him about being a softie when it came to talking about his girlfriend, the green in his eyes shone so brightly and his cheeks gave off a light pink shade of color, he looked and acted like a crushing high school boy. From seeing this look on Jake, Bradley and Natasha concluded that he was head over heels for his girl. Javy and Reuben tried to mimic Poppy’s voice to tease Jake and call him pet names. Bob and Mickey just laughed and went along, they were too shy to emerge, but had fun either way. But Jake laughed the most and was all happy smiles, because it was true, Jake was deeply in love with his sweet girl Poppy. He met her while she was taking a trip in San Diego, and she had stopped by to say ‘Hi’ to Penny who was a best friend but also her babysitter from when she was a little girl. But what was supposed to be a short ‘Hi and Bye’ soon led to her staying the whole afternoon till evening as she chatted happily while catching up, but that’s when her eyes landed on the tall blond man who had walked in with a fitted black t-shirt and some aviators hanging low on his nose, then her ears fell for his sweet and flirtatious words as he kindly and respectfully greeted everyone around him, including her. Poppy had tried to play off her interest in him for most of the night, but the minute Jake asked for her number, she didn’t even hesitate to say yes. But she was quick to explain that she was only in San Diego for short time, but that’s when Jake asked where she came from, and in that moment he knew that he’d have for for a long time. Poppy explained to him that she came from Houston, Texas to be exact. Jake immediately told her that he was born and raised there too, and that maybe there they could get to know each other more, and see where they went with that. Which soon turned out to be 3 years in a wonderful relationship, Jake loved his girl, she was loyal and caring, always waited for Jake to come back, sent gifts and necessities overseas to him and his fellow sailors, even spent lots of time with his family to stay close and get to know them more too. Poppy had a masters in child development, and worked as a teacher for adorable preschoolers. All this he shared about her to his friends, and was grateful to see how happy they were for him. But Jake was more excited to know that soon he’d be able to see her again, as he said his goodbyes to his fellow aviators, and received loud smooches on his cheeks by Natasha and Javy who couldn’t stop the teasing. Jake promised them that soon they could all meet up and he’d introduce Poppy to them, and that only made his wing buddies all more mushy and playful with Jake, but deep down they actually were more than anything happy for him. When they first got to know him, Jake was the kind of guy that only did one-night-stands and didn’t know how to commit to relationships. But they also witnessed the day that changed, which was the night he laid eyes on Poppy at Hard Deck, while she twirled and danced to Bradley playing the piano with happy tunes and helped serve everyone to ease some work off of Penny’s shoulders that very night. 

Taking the plane was the fastest way to get home, but Jake still felt like it took forever to get there, what in reality was like maybe 2 and a half hours, Jake felt like he had been in the damn plane allllll day. But finally once he arrived at the airport in Houston, he changed his uniform khakis into his favorite button down orange shirt and Levi jeans along with his cowboy boots. As much as Jake loved to be seen in his Naval apparel, he loved his cowboy apparel more, it made him feel at ease and at home, knowing that not anytime soon he’d be called back, for now he could forget it. Jake had left his favorite cowboy hat home with his girl, so she could take care of it while he was gone he had told her, and knowing how careful and protective Poppy was with all his stuff, he was sure she did. Once he was changed and refreshed, Jake took a cab to go to his girls house, his initial plan was to surprise her there first before going to his family’s house. So in between telling his driver the ‘Can you go a little faster?’ - ‘the light was yellow you could’ve gone’ and trying to be nice at the same time was kind of a hard deal for Jake when he desperately wanted to get home. Much to his surprise though when he finally got home, was that his old red Chevy truck sat in the drive way just fine, but Poppy’s black ‘67 Mustang wasn’t there. He got off the cab after paying the driver well, and went straight to the door and found the key under the mat where his girl had left there for him, which in that mere moment it sent him warm butterflies in his chest, to know that she had kept that there for him, letting him know that he was always welcome, whenever. When he walked in her house, an aroma waving a scent of fresh flowers and its sweet nectar hit his nose, along with her natural body’s scent, which was so addictive to Jake. But he also caught a whiff of what smelled like carrot cake? He knew his girl loved to bake, but was disappointed when he didn’t find the source of the smell. Though He straightaway went to the fridge where he knew she’d have her to-do list hanging on it, which would tell him what her plans were for today. And he was right when he read on the paper in her lovely handwriting,

  ‘To-do list for today:

 By Momma Seresin some flowers.

By her birthday present.

 Bake the cake. 

Leave at 5:00 to help decorate at the Seresin Ranch at 5:30’

  Jake checked the large white clock that hung on the wall near by and it read, ‘5:10’

 He smacked his forehead slightly as he thought,

  ‘Damn it I just missed her!! It’s my moms birthday! Shoot I didn’t forget... but I did.. ok ok, let’s just go and surprise them there! Now where are my keyssss... oh there they are!!’

  On the key rack Jake found his truck keys, with a new, small charm on it, the Texas Longhorn symbol dangled from the chain, he realized that his girl must of gotten it for him while he was gone, knowing that he was a HUGE fan and had wanted one sense he saw it at the local gas station. It made his heart swell for the sweet things she did for him, it showed him that she really cared and remembered the little things about him. 

After hopping into his truck and relishing in its familiarity it for a few minutes, he turned it on and grew a huge smile when the motor roared to life, showing him that though it was old, it still worked like magic. While driving down the familiar streets of Houston, he drummed his steering wheel to his favorite tunes that played on repeat, which was unknown to everyone except his girl, was actually Taylor Swift’s album ‘Red’. He was currently jamming to ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ as he finally found the dirt road that led him to the Seresin Ranch. He as always liked to roll down his windows so he could coo and call out to every cow and goat he passed, it was a habit no one could pull him out of, but he enjoyed it greatly when they replied back to him in their animalistic language. He could feel the breeze that grazed and brushed against his skin as he continued down the road, he let his hand hang out the window as his fingers drummed against the door. The sun let out its golden shade, and painted the sky beautifully above him, which the clouds danced in every color as they began turning into different ones as the seconds passed. Soon the Ranches Red Barn came into view, and he found several familiar cars parked in the grassy driveway, one which was his girls Black Mustang. He parked his truck in front of the open barn yard, which showed the lights and tables that were set up, he liked how it looked so homey and beautiful. Turning off his truck he looked around and saw a ladder that stood in the middle of the open place, right under what looked like a large lamp filled with dangling lights in mason jars. He thought that maybe it was his pops that was doing the job, but he was so wrong when he saw the woman of his dreams skipping into sight with a box of lightbulbs in her hands. She wore a gorgeous, white sun dress with her tall brown cowgirl boots that Jake had bought her for her birthday. Her hair was curled and bounced loosely, and set on top of her head, was Jake’s favorite cowboy hat. Taking in such a sight for his sore eyes, just about made Jake drool onto the steering wheel he leaned on while watching. He smiled to himself when he heard her singing with a sweet melody, he couldn’t quite catch the words, but it sounded like ‘Shake It Off’, another Taylor Swift hit that Jake had fallen for because of his girl. She twirled and danced, moving her hips softly, like if she was imagining that she was dancing with her loved one. 

As much as Jake could stay there for hours watching her be herself, in the freedom and fresh air of the Seresin Ranch, his anxious heart couldn’t wait to be in her arms any second longer. Opening his door and closing it softly so he wouldn’t be heard just yet, Jake then fixed his shirt and his hair, making sure he looked fixed and smelled good, then checked his pants and boots, once satisfied he finally agreed to himself that he was ready to be seen by his girl. Though he knew that she didn’t care how he looked or smelled, it could be him wearing his flight suit while smelling like sweat and jet fuel, or like the cows when they spent the summer with his family at the Ranch, she always hugged him tightly and kissed his chest over his heart then his lips. While walking closer he realized she was singing a different song, as she still danced slowly, he caught her words as she went on sweetly,

  “Say you remember me.. standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset babe... red lips and rosy cheeks.. say you’ll see me a-gain even if it’s in your-“

  “wiiiiildest dreams..-“ 

  “OH MY GOD!!”

 Jakes intentions were to collaborate with Poppy and go on singing, but he actually startled her which made her gasp and drop the whole box of lightbulbs as she held her chest to hold her heart from jumping out from fear. Her and Jake quickly reacted to pick up the bulbs and kinda forgot about the realization of seeing each other again as they chucked and apologized,

  “I’m sorry I scared you-“

 “No no it’s ok, I didn’t realize you had arrived- woah wait-“

  She then stopped mid sentence as she took in Jakes presence, then squealed when she fully realized that he was actually there,

 “JAKE!!”

 Poppy unexpectedly threw herself in Jakes arms to which he let out an ‘omff!’ while almost hitting the ground. But quickly he composed himself and held onto her tightly as he stood up and held her feet above ground. She squeezed her arms around his neck as she pressed a ton of kisses on his head, Jake kissed her head too as he smelled her citrus scented hair, and relished in it, happy to know that she was actually and finally in his arms. He then heard her voice say with a sniff,

  “Welcome home honey.. I really missed you.. and didn’t think you’d be here today.”

 Jake squeezed her hips as he cooed,

  “Awe sweetheart.. I’m right here.. don’t cry ok? I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”

 “Please don’t... I miss you all the time.”

  “So do I baby girl.”

He then gently put her down and detached his hands from her hips so he could delicately hold her face, he kissed her nose before saying,

 “You look so pretty in my hat.. let’s all the guys know that I’m yours.”

  Shyly giggling Poppy touched the charm on the hat that had Jakes first and last name imprinted. Jake then grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers as she asked him,

  “You came home early?”

 Nodding proudly he replied,

  “I did.. our mission was a complete success and done ahead of schedule.. so that earned us plenty of time off.”

 Her eyes glistened with excitement as she asked,

  “How long?”

With a million dollar smile Jake cheered,

  “4 whole months!”

 Gasping with glee she jumped in Jake’s arms again, to which he began to twirl her around as they laughed happily. 

  Later that evening, once everyone knew that Jake was home and welcomed him back gratefully, his momma then let the party begin. Roars of cheers and laughter could be hear everywhere, along with the younger nieces and nephews running around chasing after the lose chickens and baby goats that were desperate for them to go home and leave them be, (except when they were fed off the table by the little kids of course.) After eating a hearty steak that Jake’s pops and older brother grilled, the tasty macaroni and fruit salads his aunt put together, and lastly his girls special carrot cake with homemade vanilla ice cream, everyone was called to the dance floor after letting the food settle down. Country music began to fill in the atmosphere, as a couple of talented uncles and cousins played their favorite instruments. It was traditional that they danced all together for every celebration or party, so it wasn’t awkward when they all began to move in sync with the same dancing choreography as they took in the music like air to the lungs. Jake was quick to take his girls hand as they danced in their boots hand in hand, he lived off the smile she gave every second, and she lived off his laughter that was more than music to her ears. The jolly and upbeat music had everyone sweating and gasping for air once it came to an end, as they had been jumping, twirling, and moving the entire time. As the evening passed, it was time to settle down, so softer music began to play, a few went back to sit down, others chatted by the fruit and drink bars, while very few still swayed on the dance floor. Jake still wanted to dance in his girls arms, but he noticed how she kept moving her feet uncomfortably, so he asked her what was wrong in her ear wondering,

 “What’s the matter baby girl?”

 She looked up to him from under the hat as she said shyly,

  “My boots are beginning to hurt my feet.. but I really want to dance to this last song with you.”

Jake understandingly took her hand and led her away, but before she could protest, he sat on a chair and sat her on his knee as he began to take off her boots. Poppy was afraid that she’d be judged for having Jake take off her boots like that in the open, but felt a rush of relief as she watched him rubbed her feet lovingly, then placed her boots under his chair so no one would step on them.  

  Poppy continued to worry about his caring choice of actions, but soon forgot about those thoughts when he stood her up and walked her back to the dance floor as he said instructively,

  “Stand on my boots, baby.”

 Looking for reassurance in his green eyes once again while trying to tilt her head back so she could see him properly from under the hat she asked,

  “what?-“

  “Stand on my boots honey. Come on.”

 Sense his boots were kinda soft on the top, it wasn’t uncomfortable when she stood on them, her small feet actually fit quite perfectly on them. He then held her waist tightly as he said sweetly,

  “Hold onto my neck so you don’t fall ok? I’m going to move slowly. I got you.”

  When she did as he said, she immediately felt safe and sound in his arms, as they began to sway in complete sync. Laying her head on Jakes chest after placing her kiss on his heart, she felt him take a deep breath before saying,

  “I’m so grateful for you... you’re always so faithful and sweet, and always helping my family when I’m not here. That means a lot to me you know that?”

 Lifting her head up to him, caused him to chuckle when his hat fell on her eyes again, so he quickly said,

  “Put the hat on my head baby, I’ll hold it for you.”

 Taking the hat off she brushed his hair back before settling it on his head as she replied to him,

  “Your family is my family Jake, no matter what. I’ll always be here, wait for you, support you, and love you. Ok?”

  Jake tried to hold it in, but couldn’t help the fact that his eyes either way teared up. Her words meant more to him than anything else, as he remember where they started. Jake had met his girl in the worst time of her life, she had decided to leave her family after being treated and used so poorly, which was a hard decision for her to make, because she didn’t have anyone to fall back on. She had gone to Penny hoping she’d help. (which she did of course, Penny wasn’t one to leave anyone behind.) Poppy was like a desert flower that had been left alone, waiting to be given water, given love so she could flourish, and Jake was the one to do just that. He never plucked her out of her place, but instead made her surroundings more durable and safe, and planted himself next to her, so they could grow together. Penny was the only one at the time that gave her a safe place, but when they began their relationship, Jake was happy and quick to want to take Poppy under his wing, but he gave her the time to know him first and see that she could trust him. Which soon she did when they bought a little house in Fighter Town. But when Jake and her made the choice to make their relationship more serious, he knew she was afraid to meet his family, he had heard all her sad stories of how she was poorly treated by family, but he was confident to know that his family would never hurt or reject her, which was something she had to see to believe. So as time had passed and she got to know them more, Poppy began to always make plans to go be with them, and that’s when Jake saw that she finally trusted them and him fully, and he couldn’t be happier. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips she then wiped his eyes carefully as she confessed,

  “I love you so so much.”

Lifting her up slightly off his boots so she could be at his eye level, Jake replied,

  “I’m very proud of you.. and I love you so so much too.”

  They pulled each other into a hug, and felt complete with one another, knowing that no matter how alone or dry the desert might be around them, as long as they had each other and loved, they’d be more than just fine, they’d be one another’s desert flowers. 

 Later that night, the warm summer breeze still filled the atmosphere, and by then everyone had retreated to their homes and comfy destinations, all except for Jake and his girl, who rested in the bed of his truck laying on thick white comforters while watching the stars above, which painted the sky beautifully. Poppy’s leg was thrown over Jake’s waist as she hugged him and laid her head on his chest, as Jake had his arm wrapped around her too, and he used the other hand to hold onto her thigh that was on his waist. He felt so much happier as he began to hear the soft snores coming from her pretty lips, it confirmed that no matter where they were, she trusted him to keep her safe in his arms, even in the put and opened, right beneath the stars that gave off a low light, that illuminated her skin. Jake then carefully moved his arm away from her thigh to pull the extra blanket on top of them, to keep them covered and comfortable, but Poppy either way woke up and lifted her head off his chest due to his shifting, but sent him a warm smile when she realized that he had covered them both. Tilting her head down to meet his lips with hers, they brushed together as she sighed happily,

  “I’m so happy you’re my family Jake, you love and take care of me, and make me feel super safe.”

 Lifting his head up slightly to press a firm kiss to Poppy’s lips, Jake replied,

  “And I’m happy you trust me. And believe me Poppy, I’ll protect your life with mine at all costs, I’ll keep the birds and bugs away from my desert flower, and I’ll make sure she blooms and flourishes like no other. You stand out in a desert, you follow the sun no matter the season, you give life in a place others only thought could give nothing.”

  Poppy’s tears landed on Jakes cheek then rolled down slowly as she took in his sweet words, it was rare when he said something so deep and meaningful, because he didn’t always know how to word out his passionate love for her. But she wiped his cheek gently with her fingers as she asked shyly,

 “I’m your desert flower baby?”

 Nodding while kissing her one last time before holding the back of her head to lay her down on his chest, Jake confidently said and promised,

  “You’ll always be my desert flower, strong and beautiful, the only one. And I’ll forever make sure you stay planted on good land and grow. I’ll always keep you flourishing and safe.”

  Squeezing his waist tightly Poppy awed,

 “You’re so amazing... thank you.”

 Keeping his hand on her head while the other held her tight Jake cooed,

  “And you’re my wonderful baby... I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

 Silence soon fell upon the two, as nature continued to treat them with its nice, warm breeze, settling in for them to have a nice, and peaceful night. Both in the comfort and safety of one another’s arms, they were lulled to sleep by the sound of one another’s heartbeats and soft sounds of nature that surrounded and embraced them lovingly.

[spideystevie]

tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt with hangman! please and thank you!🤍

hii! thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3 (0.8k) 

17. tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt

The morning brings with it a chill. An icy kiss to start your day, though maybe that’s just from your hand hitting the empty side of the bed next to you. 

Something close to a groan gets muffled by your pillow as you roll completely onto your stomach. You knew it had to be early from the lack of soft early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. There’s the regular Monday morning commotion down the hall in the kitchen, something you didn’t hear very often.

Jake always woke up before you, leaving for work far earlier than you had to be awake. Yet, he always made sure he came in to say goodbye with a kiss to your head, even if your response was slurred from being half asleep.

This morning, however, after your fruitless attempts of trying to fall back asleep, you find him in the kitchen. His back is to you and he’s not yet dressed in his uniform, his hair still soft and a little sleep mussed. A dopey, sleepy smile rounds your cheeks at the sight. 

At the sound of your footsteps, he looks over his shoulder and is more than a little surprised when he sees you standing there, smiling. A pinch forms between his brows. 

“Hey, did I wake you?” his voice is full of concern, body shifting to face you completely. You shake your head. 

“No,” you say it so softly, you wonder if he even heard it. “Bed was cold.”

His shoulders sag a little, lips twisting into an apologetic frown though there’s nothing for him to be sorry for. He pads over to you, arms open at his sides and you fall into them easily. A tired slump against his chest, your arms around his middle and his holding you tight around your shoulders. 

The cold drifts away almost instantly being pressed against him like this and you think you could fall asleep standing here in the middle of the kitchen. Like he can sense this, Jake takes a step back and lets his hands come to rest against your upper arms. 

You don’t let go of him though, letting him walk you over to the barstools until the back of your legs hit one, forcing you to sit down. He kisses the top of your head and untangles himself from you to continue what he was doing before you came in. 

You watch him, blinking slow and heavy while you do. He rinses and cleans the dishes he used as quietly as he can, well aware of your lethargic focus on him the whole time. The water shuts off and he passes by where you’re sitting to grab the dish towel to dry his hands.

It’s a gentle tug, the fabric of his t-shirt stretching only just in your grip as he passes back by you again. He looks down at you from where you sit on one of the kitchen barstools, your eyes almost doe-like as they blink up at him. There’s still traces of sleep on your face, the sight warming his chest and causing his lips to curl into a soft smile. 

“What’re you up to?” he muses, stepping a bit closer into your space. You only tighten your fingers around the hem of his shirt. An almost shy smile crosses your features, a little bashful as you look at him and shrug. It’s when your lips pucker out in the slightest that it registers what you’re asking for. 

One of his hands comes up to rest against your face and you press your cheek further into it, almost nuzzling against it. Your eyes are a little drowsy, smile a soft upturn of your lips as you look up at him. He leans down to kiss you, all gentle and slow like the morning. 

He pulls back, chest feeling hazy and warm at the obvious admiring glow in your eyes that’s directed at him. Your fingers loosen their grip on the hem of his shirt, slowly uncurling until your hand falls into your lap. 

“Go back to bed,” he says quietly, moving the hand holding your face to smooth over your hair. You sigh through your nose, chin dropping down to your chest for a moment. Jake smiles at you though you don’t see it, dripping with sticky affection. 

It takes you a minute but you slide off the barstool, letting his arm come around your shoulders as you walk back towards the bedroom.

Something in the morning air makes the two of you both sickly sweet and giving with your affection. A squeeze of a hand here, a tight hug there, a quick kiss somewhere else. It’s your favorite part of mornings together, on the rare occasions that you get to share them. You take his affection this morning with an almost greedy set of open arms. 

He makes sure you’re all tucked back in and cozy, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead before he disappears to get ready. You’re fast asleep when he comes back out but a smile forms in your sleep when he kisses your forehead once more to say goodbye.

[of-many-fandomss]

Here’s a Jake Seresin comfort fic for the one and only @lilbisexual

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You woke up panting and drenched in a cold sweat, breathing uneven and with a panic-filled mind.

The plane was going down. The plane was going down. The plane was going down. The plane-

“Hey, hey, darlin’, darlin’,” The voice seemed so far away, the touch on your arms not entirely there.

You were a mess of gasping breaths and tears with nothing that could calm you down. It felt as if your lungs were collapsing in, making it impossible to breathe.

It wasn’t until you were pulled into the comforting feeling of his chest and the smell of his cologne wafted through your nose that your vision slowly become less blurry and did you realize that you were in your own room.

You weren’t standing on the ground, screaming your throat raw as you watched with complete helplessness as your boyfriends plane was struck out of the sky.

“Darlin’, darlin’,” With comforting shushing and the feeling of his arms wrapped in a securely protective way that only he could pull off, you finally begin to calm down.

“Jake-“ You gasped out, trying to regain your ability to come to your senses.

“I’m here, darlin’, I’m here.” He reassured you, rocking the two of you back and forth slightly, “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

You shook your head back and forth, pulling back just enough to look into his beautiful green eyes, “You’re okay.” You repeated, less than a statement like his words were.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you in concern, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a-

The relief that hit you like a tidal wave forced you to throw your arms back around him again, twice as tightly this time, “You’re okay,” You whispered into his shirt.

He didn’t protest your closeness in the slightest, just continued to rock you back and forth for a few minutes until you were finally alright enough to pull away.

“What was that all about, pretty girl?” He asked softly, reaching over and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear unconsciously.

“It-it was a dream,” You told him softly, still not giving up your death grip on his shirt, not that he complained, “That your plane went down while on a mission. And- and I had to watch…” You finished tearfully.

His face softened even further- if that was possible- and he leaned forward to place a tender kiss to your forehead, “Oh, darlin’,” He breathed out, “It’s alright, we’re both alright.”

“I-I just get so scared when you go on those missions,” You admitted, sniffling slightly as you curled up into his chest further, “What if one of these times it’s not a dream and you don’t come back to me for real?”

“Hey,” He gently took your chin between his fingers and made you look at him, “I will always come back for you. Always. There’s no way in hell you’re getting rid of me that easily.”

He grinned when you let out a small snort at his words and shoved his chest playfully.

“Come on,” He pulled you back down onto the pillows beside him and intertwined your limbs so you could sleep as close as possible, “We’re alright, I promise you, we are.”

You hummed slightly, allowing exhaustion to take over and rest your head against his chest.

[ddejavvu]

THOUGHTS ON Jake and Bradley lying on either side of you, one of them's got his fingers stuffed in your pussy, mouth attached to your neck, and the other has his fingers pinching your nipples, mouth attached to yours, swallowing your whimpers

thoughts? many.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

so jake's an ass man for sure, i think that he'll always always always want to be the big spoon so he can rut up against your ass. he'll grab it too, and if his hands stray down a little further, dip into the fabric of your panties and play with your cunt? then what? he'll slide his thick, calloused fingers between your slit from behind and fingerfuck you until you're grinding down on his hands, drawling into your neck as he licks and sucks at it that you're so needy for him. he loooves kissing up your neck, tucking his face over your shoulder to kiss behind your ear, nip at your earlobe, trace the curve of your throat with his tongue.

and bradley's got you sandwiched in on the other side, grinding his clothed bulge into your hips, barely bumping it against your clit and kissing you hard enough to have you seeing stars. he's pinching and twisting and toying with your nipples, he's massaging your breasts, and he's groaning and huffing and panting into your mouth the more he grinds against you. if you're not careful, jake and bradley will start grinding against you at the same time, and you'll end up getting fucked from both ends <3