#ivymanning

[vivalas-vega]

and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

hehe the smut we all wanted from the first part ;) I’m thinking this is going to be a three-parter, it only seems natural as I have one segment of this lyric left... I’m quite liking this writing a reader who unintentionally humbled jake so he doesn’t event attempt the bravado we’re used to lol

and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

read part one here

word count: 3.4k 

warnings: language, drinking, smut!!!, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it... at the very least talk abt birth control unlike these idiots !!!) brief choking, reader gets a callsign in this one, meet poison ivy (only mentioned as ivy. thank you @natrace​ for helping me with that one lol)

“Okay, no no no. That is a foul, you shook the damn table, Fanboy!” you shouted across the makeshift beer pong table at the absolutely hammered man. 

“There are no fouls in beer pong, Ivy,” Rooster protested, defending his teammate and you chucked your other ball right at his head, smirking in satisfaction when it plinked off his forehead. “But if there were, that is unsportsmanlike conduct and grounds for your removal!” 

“Retaliation is fair play as far as I’m concerned. You can’t stumble and move the table a whole foot while someone is making their shot!” The rest of the team was idly watching, swaying on their feet as they sipped their drinks listening to the latest argument of the evening. “What does the jury think?” 

“What is this, fucking Survivor?” Rooster grumbled as you turned your attention to your friends with expectant eyes as you watched Phoenix, Payback, and Bob consult quietly.

After a long pause and hushed whispers, Bob cleared his throat and finally said “the jury finds Team RooBoy in violation of standard decency and spatial awareness, Team IvyMan is granted a redo in addition to a free-throw.” You cheered triumphantly, giving Jake a high five before he went to collect your ping pong balls as Fanboy and Rooster sulked.

“Unbelievable,” Rooster muttered and you just stuck your tongue out at him like a petulant child. “Did you even consider the fact that she pelted me in the head?” 

“Watch it, or I’ll live up to my callsign and poison your drink,” you retorted, and he just rolled his eyes.

“We considered it,” Phoenix replied, sipping her drink and you just laughed before retaking your turn and bringing it down to one last cup.

“Okay, last cup, last shot, you got this,” Jake whispered in your ear, giving your shoulders a quick rub as you shook your arms out as if you were preparing for the game winning shot in a championship. The ground was unsteady beneath you and you were definitely a little fuzzy as alcohol coursed through your veins but you took a deep breath and centered yourself the best you could, lining up your aim and letting it soar through the air and land in the cup with a satisfying plop. You turned to face Jake with an excited squeal and threw your arms around him, giggling as he spun you around in circles, keeping an arm snug around your waist when he set you back on solid ground. 

“Take that RooBoy,” you managed to get out around your laughter and Rooster threw a ping pong ball at you that you just swatted away before slipping out of Jake’s grip and sending Phoenix a look as you headed for the bathroom. She slipped in a few moments after you, closing the door behind her and handing you your abandoned drink as she sat on the ledge of the bathtub and looked up at you expectantly.

“So, the elevator?” she asked, and you sighed as you put the lid to the toilet seat down and sat, crossing your legs and clumsily bumping them into hers.

“Nat, I don’t know what the hell happened.”

“Uh, I do… if that door opened even two minutes later there was a whole lot more that we would have seen,” she laughed

“I mean, one minute we’re sitting in a stuck elevator talking about being stuck and cheerleaders and then the next he’s telling me I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.”

“Wow, he said that? I don’t know if that’s really sweet or if he’s pulling his fuckboy nonsense,” she replied, taking a sip of her beer.

“I can’t say for sure but I don’t think it’s his usual nonsense, it just felt different, but at this point I really don’t know if I care either way.” 

“I mean hey, get yours. If it’s Hangman being Hangman at least you’re going into it knowing that’s a possibility and you get to have a fun night in bed and if it’s something different, well… that’s nice too.” she shrugged and you nodded your head.

“Okay, yes, thank you. That is what I needed to hear,” you exhaled, feeling some of the tension that had settled over your shoulders since those elevator doors opened release. You stood and opened the door before closing it halfway and looking over your shoulder, “and sleep with Roo,” you said, laughing at her shocked expression. “You were basically fucking on the dance floor anyways,” you whispered before slipping back into the room and not giving her the opportunity to respond as you reclaimed your spot underneath Jake’s arm. 

“Did you have a gossip session without me?” he asked, looking down at you with those sparkly eyes.

“I did, you missed out on some juicy stuff,” you teased and he gasped in faux-shock. “We were just talking about how Bob totally missed his shot with the only sane bridesmaid there was,” you said before looking at the man in question with mischievous eyes as you took a sip of your drink.

“I don’t- what? I had a shot?” he stammered as his cheeks flushed and you just laughed.

“Yeah, bud. She actually asked me about you, said you were smart and handsome unlike all my other beefcake friends,” you replied, smirking as the other boys started to talk all at once, taking offense at that assumption. “Might have mentioned to me that she’s in room 3317 if you get over your cute nerves,” you said nonchalantly and his eyes widened. “I would go if I were you.” You all watched as Bob checked his watch before frantically scampering out of the room and you tried to save your laughter for when the door shut behind him.

“Oh Bob, so smart yet so clueless,” Rooster said, shaking his head and you snorted, shooting Phoenix a look and she just pleaded with her eyes for you to keep your mouth shut… which you did. You’d decided you’d done enough matchmaking for the evening, and looked up to Jake who was looking down at you already with clearly the same idea in mind. 

“Well, thank you all for a pleasant evening but if you’ll excuse us…” Jake started but you were already taking his hand and dragging him out of the room, ignoring the gags and Payback yelling ‘you’re not subtle’ after you as you ran into the hallway with him in tow. “My room or yours?”

“Whichever is closer,” you answered, squealing as he swept you up off your feet and carried you down the hallway, stopping in front of your room. You rooted around your purse until you felt your keycard and pulled it out, leaning to tap it against the handle but he plucked it from your grasp and beat you to it. “You’re ridiculous.” you giggled and he just shook his head as he kicked the door closed behind him.

“It’s customary to carry you over the threshold,” you let out a full laugh now.

“We’re not the ones that got married,” you pointed out and he shrugged, dropping you onto the bed and making his way to the mini-fridge.

“Yeah well, I know it wasn’t Bob you two were conspiring about in the bathroom and I’m not leaving anything to chance.” He pulled out a bottle of champagne and grabbed two glasses from the bar area atop the dresser. “Besides, only took a year of silent pining to get you in bed, so we’re doing this right.” he said as he popped the champagne, chuckling as you jumped at the loud pop. He handed you a full glass and tapped it against yours as he sat beside you.

“To Coyote and Abby?” you asked and he shook his head.

“No, to the best maid of honor and best man there ever was,” he replied and you laughed.

“I’ll drink to that,” you said taking a sip, “so pining, huh?”

“Be cool about it,” he sighed, and you just beamed up at him, leaning in to give him a quick peck and melting into him when he chased after your lips. 

“I just don’t know how I didn’t notice it,” you said after pulling away.

“Well, you never looked at me for more than three seconds consecutively so I’m not surprised you didn’t,” he said and you felt another pang of guilt strike your heart. You knew without a doubt he wasn’t saying this to make you feel guilty, Jake was a lot of things but most importantly he was someone who respected boundaries, no matter what they were. Even though you might not have looked at him for more than three seconds at a time you knew this implicitly. But still, you felt it anyways as you looked over this incredibly handsome man who was looking at you like you’d hung all the stars and the moon. Really you’d had no idea, you didn’t necessarily peg yourself as his type so you’d never given yourself the opportunity to appreciate him any further than being a decent teammate but now here you were, appreciating everything before you and letting your mind run amuck with possibilities and desires… desire that was rekindling in your veins as your leg pressed against his perched on the edge of the bed. 

Feeling a streak of boldness you plucked the glass from his hand and stood to place them on the dresser, discarding them as you set your sights elsewhere. You placed the ball of your foot on his knee, allowing the fabric of your dress to part at the slit and fall to the side, exposing your leg to him as you carefully leaned over and undid the strap and pulled the heel off, smirking as you had his undivided attention. As you did the same with your other he took over, carefully unbuckling and sliding his free hand up your calf as he tossed the shoe aside. You slid onto him, straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands held you securely at your waist. “Well, I see you now…” you whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck and letting your fingers undo the first few buttons of his shirt. “And I definitely like what I see.” He captured your lips in a searing kiss, the slow tenderness of the elevator was gone as a hunger set in. You moaned into his mouth as he nipped your plush skin and rolled your hips in response causing his grip on you to tighten. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the roots and the groan that fell from his lips sent warmth flooding to your core. You wanted more, you wanted to be closer, you wanted everything that he had to give you. 

You pulled back suddenly, slipping from his lap and pulling him up with you as you turned your back to him and pulled your hair to the side. He got the memo instantly, pressing himself against you and pressing kisses along your exposed neck as he pulled the zipper down, fingers ghosting along your skin as he pushed the silky fabric to the floor. He spun you around and lifted you onto the dresser, shaking his head as he took in the matching set you were wearing, “so fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he trailed his fingers along your legs, tracing your form and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He paused over your clothed heat, briefly giving you a small bit of the friction you were desperate for before stepping between your legs and pulling your lips to his again. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, sheer desire and greed overtaking you both as you finished stripping him of his shirt and began working on his belt. You felt bold once more, something about Jake making you feel so wanted had you keen to return the favor. 

Pushing him away from you, you slid to the floor landing on your knees before him and looking up at him with bright eyes as you tugged his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his cock and quickly taking him in your hand. You watched as looked down at you with his lips parted and breathing ragged and maintained eye contact as you took his achingly red tip into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue over the beads of precum before working him further down. He groaned, hands coming to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he hit the back of your throat and you brought your freehand up to gently cradle and massage his balls.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he grunted and you felt saliva begin to spill past your lips and down your neck as you bobbed up and down, using your other hand to stroke what didn’t fit and Jake knew he’d never witnessed anything so sinfully beautiful. You felt your core throbbing as you took him, aching for any kind of friction but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you watched the blissed out pleasure on his face above you. You gagged around him and the grip in your hair tightened as he bucked into your mouth, his free hand coming to swipe the tears that escaped from the corners of your eyes before he pulled himself from you and lifted you to your feet. He captured you in a kiss as he walked you backwards and you rid yourself of your bra just as he pushed you down and settled between your legs at the foot of the bed.

You parted yourself for him instantly, looking down at him in anticipation as he kissed up your legs, paying special attention to the soft skin of your inner thighs… so close but so far from where you needed him. You writhed beneath him, almost scowling when he placed a firm hand to your hips to hold you still and he smirked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled your underwear off. “So needy,” he muttered as he licked a gentle stripe through your folds and your hips bucked towards his face. “So wet already, all this for me, sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, fingers tangling in his hair as he began softly lapping at your clit, you let out a moan as your head fell back against the mattress, already feeling overly sensitive when he’d barely touched you. He increased his pressure, tongue moving expertly and precisely across your sensitive bundle of nerves and your brain grew fuzzy as you squirmed beneath him, wanting more but unable to do anything but moan his name. 

“Jake,” you said breathily, and he knew what you wanted without even asking. He used his finger to gently tease your entrance, collecting your slick as he continued to work your clit and you kept trying to buck your hips closer. He finally eased a finger in, carefully stretching you before adding a second and pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, Jake,” you moaned, making his cock twitch and you felt your release growing closer. 

“That’s it, baby, gonna cum for me?” he asked, keeping his speed and pressure consistent.

“Yes, fuck, yes-” you were cut off by your own moan, body twitching as your orgasm overtook you with blinding euphoria. He held your thighs apart when you tried to clamp them down, working you through your high until you were jolting at every lick and thrust with overstimulation. He was over you in an instant, molding himself to you and you wrapped your arms around him as you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning as you felt him press against your sensitive core and you clenched around nothing, yearning to feel him inside you and you reached between you to stroke his length and press him to your entrance.

“You sure? We can-” he began to ask, brushing your hair from your face as he looked down at you and you nodded.

“Please,” you all but whined, and you wanted to be embarrassed by how wrecked you sounded but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He eased himself into you, groaning as he bottomed out and giving you a moment to adjust. You felt fire licking at your veins, burning in the sweetest way as you stretched to accommodate him. Wrapping your legs around him you nodded for him to continue, breathing in sharply as he began to thrust and your eyes rolled back at how full you felt. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight for me…” he groaned, picking up his pace and you gripped onto his shoulders as he bucked into you, the careful roll of his hips stimulating your clit and you were certain you had never felt pleasure like this before. It was sheer ecstasy as it overwhelmed you entirely, your senses registering nothing but him and his intoxicating touch. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and you cursed as he plunged deeper, the new angle allowing him to brush against your g-spot and when his hand curled around your throat applying soft but deliberate pressure you knew you were barreling towards your second release. “God, princess you’re so good for me… taking me so good,” he moaned before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting as much of you as he could. He removed his hand from your throat to rub tight circles around your clit as he continued to fuck into you and your legs began to quiver around him. 

“Cum for me honey, I’ve got you,” he whispered as he buried his face in your neck, desperately staving off his own release as he waited for you. It was like his command was all it took, hitting you like a ton of bricks with a strangled moan as your walls fluttered around him, gripping him like a vice and triggering his own as his thrusts became uneven and rough, filling you with warmth as he worked both of you through your highs. He relaxed against you, lifting his head and pressing soft kisses along your cheekbones as your chest heaved, trying to regain breath. You slid your hand through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp and enjoying the blissful moment of peace as you came back to your body, feeling him drip from your core while his softening length remained inside you. 

“So…” he started, still placing kisses to every inch of your face as you scrunched your nose adorably at him.

“So…?” you repeated with a soft smile when he pulled back to look down at you, eyes full of hope.

“Will you go on a date with me?” you laughed breathlessly, shaking your head as he carefully slid out of you and laid on his side next to you, pulling you with him and tangling your legs together. 

“I fear we’ve done this all out of order,” you teased, smiling as his hand found a home on your waist and drew you closer. “You sure you wanna ask me out?” you asked, carefully trying to feel out his intentions as you recalled your conversation with Phoenix in the bathroom.

“There’s a lot I want to do with you sweetheart, starting with taking you on a date,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled closer. “Is that a yes?” he chuckled.

You nodded against him, “yeah, that’s a yes.”

“I was thinking karaoke… we’ve got a pretty airtight performance already locked and loaded,” he said as he began humming Bon Jovi, and you just laughed.

“I don’t like karaoke, but that actually sounds fun,” you said, “and you’re to blame,” you added in a whisper, vaguely in cadence with the song and his laugh shook your whole frame. He hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head to look at him.

“We don’t have to karaoke, I just wanted to hear you laugh,” he said before kissing you and you smiled into it.

“Who knew you were so cheesy?” you asked and he just shrugged before tucking you under his chin. 

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

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"Ivymane" by Kerem Beyit on INPRNT

[ivymanning]

You've got your demons, and they all look like me Who: @emersonvoorhees​ and ivymanning Where: Emerson’s apartment

Never in her life had she felt this sick, physically sick. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, maybe it was her nerves. Ivy’s hands trembled, almost mimicking the rhythm of her irregular heartbeat. She could have sworn that time was standing still, that this was some sort of a dream. She had dreams about this moment for the past couple of years, confronting Emerson. Somehow, in some eerie way, it all seemed to be exactly the way she imagined. The walls of his building, somehow it all looked too familiar. Ivy was having some sort of deja-vu -- she was sure of it. She felt as if her world was spinning, the mere thought of seeing him again made her dizzy. Yet here she was taking each step closer to his door, though with every step it only appeared to be further away. 

Ivy could still recall the day she left Emerson, albeit he wasn’t there. Her hands still trembled the same way she did that night when writing that letter. The same sickening feeling inside of her. She knew exactly the moment she left their door and boarded her flight to California, Emerson would never forgive her and hopefully hate her. It was something she still regretted till this day, hurting him the way she had. Ivy never cried over much, but hearing the  first voicemail of his voice the day she left, broke her into a million pieces. Now the only thing she wondered, is how he was now. No amount of keeping up secretly through acquaintances or stalking a social media account could answer that. Ivy knew the distance Emerson had between him and his father. Yet the moment she saw his face on a New York Times blog post at the funeral, she knew that her charade of happiness and moving on would end right there. On top of the list of problematic things she caused, of course. Her hands still trembling, she balled it up in a fist and tapped it against the door a few times. Only hoping he would be home to answer. 

[kennamusic]

#IvyMan By Colin Kennaugh www.facebook.com/colinkennaughphotography (at Winchester, Hampshire)

[ivymanning]

There’s no such thing as bad publicity Who: @mrskylerdavenport​ and ivymanning Where: Mace & Forbes

With the click of her heels mimicking the same rhythm of her perfectly manicured nails as she typed away on her Iphone. Occasionally Ivy would glance up from the view of her phone screen to see the well-kept streets of Kingsgate, the boutiques and polished sidewalks. Thankful she didn’t have to venture her way out of the small neighborhood for this meeting. Something she found herself to be more than nervous about. Not once did she ever expect when coming to this small town, to land a client. Of course the agency she worked for sent them to her, nevertheless she never expected anyone worthy enough to live here. She finally reached her destination, an exclusive art gallery ‘’Mace & Forbes”. It would only make sense to meet her new client here, he was an up and coming photographer. She already studied his work, on the pages of her Victoria’s Secret Catalog and Cosmopolitan magazines. He was talented, that was something she couldn’t deny.

Breathing in, she paused with her nerves tense and fingers tapping away at her phone as a nervous habit. After a few moments she finally released a long sigh, and walked in. Looking around she couldn’t see many people, but finally spotted someone of the description she was given. He was undoubtedly tall with a boyish charm, Ivy was still taken aback by how young he actually was, for such talent. A smile on her face, she walked up to him with assertiveness. “Skyler Davenport?” She questioned the man before extending her hand. “Ivy Manning, your new publicist.”