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Fucked Up - Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Words: 5.3k+ Type: Smut Summary: Hangman makes a mistake in training that could've cost your safety, and you've had enough of his way of being. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or bodytype]. Mentions of a possible accident in the jet, being a naval aviator, and lack of teamwork. SMUT [sex in communal shower, piv, no protection (she's on the pill), risk of getting caught, hair pulling].

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Jake knows he fucked up. Truly, fucked up bad. He has been called out by people like Phoenix or Maverick about how he’s not exactly a team pilot. He has always begged to differ. He has always been there in the case of emergencies and helped people out when they needed. Yet, his thick skull could never really understand how bad he is in tests or training.

You and him never really became friends in the years that you’ve known each other. You are closer to Phoenix and Fanboy than anyone else, but Jake likes what he has with you. It’s a healthy mixture of playful banter and insults whenever you two fly together.

You tease one other on everything. It has been like this for years and never changes. Jake likes to have someone to annoy. It’s just a little extra something for his ego to have someone that actually fights back.

Yet, even in the middle of all the fights and bantering, he always loved the way you would crack and eventually shine a smile at him. You would always turn your head so he wouldn’t see and think he won something in your discussions. And, even when it’s not as common as he would like it to be, he thrives on every bit of those days.

There are also other days that he swears that you are flirting with him. It may be after a few beers, but he indulges every word.

But, today was different. Whenever Jake screws up with you in the air, he gets an earful in the coms. He's your wingman, he’s supposed to make your flying feel safer by either his coms or his firepower.

Yet, not only is it difficult to keep up with his speed - something Maverick made sure to switch you up with Phoenix since you seemed to have an easier time with it -, he is almost dead silent the whole time.

If doing canyons and pulling 4G’s on each wasn’t bad enough, having to follow a reckless speedy pilot who doesn’t even get to use his coms whenever he needs to is simply a bonus you get to have. Jake is able to communicate, sometimes, but not always. And that is exactly how he messed up today.

He was going too fast because, even though you were constantly telling him in his ear to slow down, you were able to keep up with him, and he likes that. He thrives on that too with absolutely no shame. Yet, speed and tight spaces don’t go too well. The two of you were too close for the speed you were going in and, as soon as Jake noticed how close he was to the side of the mountain, he didn’t have time to say anything and simply decided to pull himself off.

You had good reflexes. You were able to not hit the mountain, but when you pulled off from Jake’s back, he also moved, meaning that you had to pull much farther back. If adrenaline wasn’t already high in your body, it was so much worse now. You almost hit Jake.

The circuit that you had to do is tight. It leaves no space for errors, and you two just so happened to do one.

Right as you were pulling away from Jake, you pulled upwards and directly in range of the missiles. A voice in the coms informed you right after, and your hold on the stick tightened with anger.

Your backseater was the one to explain in the coms what happened to Maverick, and Jake continued on with the course nonetheless.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so angry. You expected that as Jake continued on and you were left in silence on your way back, your anger would cool you down, but it didn’t.

You were annoyed. It was a mistake, sure, but one that could’ve been avoided with communication. If the two of you had reacted at the same time, this would’ve gone well. You probably would’ve finished it. But, no... Now, you have to try it all over again tomorrow.

Minutes later, you are still quiet in the coms, not really finding any strength in you to speak after what happened, but you still speak enough to do your job.

“You alright there, Chaos?” Hangman asks through coms.

You don’t answer, but your backseater does once noticing your silence.

“We’re good.” He said for you.

Jake lands before you, which you're happy with since it means he will be out of your way when you leave your own jet.

You let out a little breath as you wait your turn to land. With the golden sunlight hitting your face, you are silent, still trying to get yourself back to normal.

You’re called in for permission to land after a few minutes, and you easily do so.

It takes everyone some time to get out of the landing strip and then park the F-18, but you only feel relief when you're done.

The canopy hisses open as you calmly unstrap yourself, and the light breeze hits your face. You let your backseater leave first, and, only once he's a few steps back, you make your way off your seat and down the ladder.

Helmet off your head and get ready to leave, you're facing the building where the locker rooms are. You really only need a shower and go to bed. You truly do not want to have to deal with anything else.

No one really says anything to you, knowing it’s better to just leave you to cool off. Yet, not even ten steps after, you already hear a familiar voice in the wind.

“Hey, Chaos!”

You didn’t look over your shoulder, you simply ignore everything. And seeing you walk away without a word to everybody was worse for Jake than your silence in the coms. He was waiting for your lecturing and your disappointed sighs, but neither ever came to his ears.

He watches you walk away, unstrapping some of the things across your chest with a helmet in one hand as you do it. Jake waited with some hope in his heart for you to turn to him and just scream at the top of your lungs. But you never began to think to do such a thing.

Jake walks off from the conversation he was just having, not even remembering to excuse his abandonment in the first place, and starts over to you. You don’t turn to see whose steps are getting close, you only push the door of the building open and walk inside, not caring to hold it for Jake, behind you.

When he is able to get in as well, he takes a look at you. He doesn’t say anything and you don’t ever look at him, not even when you have to turn around the corner. Your eyes don’t ever lift to his, and your mouth doesn’t ever open.

Deep down he knows you wouldn’t listen to a single word if he spoke. Hangman never apologizes for any of his fuck ups. He simply finds excuses on why he fucks up. Never even comes close to muttering the word "sorry". And, because of it, you do not care.

As you get to the locker room, you expect him to stop following you, but you are very wrong. Jake walks side by side with you and stands there watching as you open your locker and begin to unzip your flight suit.

You unzip it at your thighs, undoing the laces right after, and Jake just stands there, watching you ignore him.

No one really gets in the locker rooms at this time, and you know you two were the last ones in the air today. You're completely alone with him for a good following minutes.

Right as he opens his mouth to speak, words are said by you first.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

Jake shuts his mouth and looks at you as if in shock. He feels a little bit of every emotion bubble in his chest, but the fact that he got you to talk just now, it’s still annoyingly a win in his book.

“Come on. Don’t be like that.” He says to you, and you hear the smile on his words. God, as if you could get any angrier. “Can you at least look at me?” He asks.

You slip your arms out of your flight suit, appearing in your white tank top, and continue ignoring him. The suit stays secure on your hips, and Jake begins to think of something else he could do.

He needs to ignore all that is going on in front of him. Ignore the way your skin is shining under the light because of sweat, how tight the tank top is to your chest, and especially how he can very much peek into your shirt on accident from where he stands.

“About what happened-” He tries again.

You stop moving to speak.

“But I do not want to talk.” You speak slowly, “Nor do I want to see your stupid fucking face, right now. So… leave.”

As soon as you had let anger get the best of you as you spoke, even when it was just a slip-up, you regret everything. Insulting someone like Jake was like adding fuel to a fire. It doesn’t make him angry, it excites him.

“My stupid fucking face, uh?” He repeats, and you don’t answer him.

Jake begins to move. In fact, he doesn’t walk away from where he stands, but his arms and hands do the work. Jake Seresin is beginning to undress too.

Your eyes quickly go over to him, but he’s not looking at you, his eyes are focused on every strap he’s undoing and every lace he’s untying. As soon as his hands come back to his chest, you force yourself to speak.

“What are you doing?” You ask him.

Your eyes meet and neither of you tries to look away. You just stare at one another. The looks of both of your eyes clash. Your hardened eyes are filled with anger, and his with nothing but mischief.

“Getting ready to shower.” He answers easily.

“This isn’t your locker room.” You remind him.

“I need to get you to talk to me, don’t I?” He says, pulling at the last strap on his chest as he finishes the sentence. “Nothing like making you have to see my stupid face for a little longer to make you talk.”

You watch him for just a few seconds, and Jake finally unzips and slips his upper body out of the suit. He has a tank top under it as well, but his tan skin shines with the light, and his ridiculously muscular arms and shoulders reach your field of view.

“I’m not talking” You assure him.

“And why not?” He doesn’t stop with the undressing, but he keeps his gaze on you constantly.

“Well, if you haven’t noticed already. I’m fucking mad at you.” You tell him, “Now, leave.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Leave.”

“Just talk to me.” He tells you, a grin appearing as he says that to you, his hands pausing the undressing.

You force yourself to look away and restart your undressing. The message is easily received by Jake as well. It’s entirely weird how neither of you even hesitates on continuing with stripping.

You’re one step ahead with the process as you now stand in the locker room with just your tank top and underwear. Jake swallows dry at the sight of your legs, but he keeps on going strong.

“You-” You begin to speak once more, ready to remind him that he cannot take a shower here and the many reasons why, but something stops you.

Jake’s shirt flies over to the bench beside you, and you swear that you have to hold your head in your hands to not blatantly stare at his naked chest. You slow down your breathing, trying to seem absolutely calm and collected, and, to your every bit of distaste, Jake notices it.

“I what?”

“You can’t shower here.” You tell him while staring forward into your locker. At this point, you’re spitting your words with anger. “Your stuff isn’t here.”

He stays quiet for a little bit and, out of habit, you look at him to find a reason for his silence. He offers you a shrug with a tight lipped grin, dismissing whatever you just said as if that wasn’t a great argument against his decision. As id someone will take a shower without something other than water.

“I’m sure we can share.” He tells you all so seriously.

You look at him for a little longer, forcing your eyes to stay on his face, and finally turn your entire body to face him. You two stand just a few inches away from each other, but neither of you hesitates or thinks of taking a step back.

You carefully look at the door of the room, scared that anyone could very much walk in on both of you, even when, deep down, you know how improbable it is. And then look at him, forcing yourself to remember what he did and how risky today was only because of him, and soon, annoyance covers your face again.

“Leave, Hangman.” You tell him in a low and stern tone.

He lowers his head so that the two of you stand eye-to-eye and he whispers, trying to match the low tone of your voice.

“No.” And his perfect white smile shines on his face.

You grab your towel from the bench, and as you go to grab the rest of your things, you pretend to forget about the man that is standing beside you. The same one that is just now standing in his boxers. You swear that you don’t even order your eyes and head to turn, but they try.

With all of the things you need in your hands, you hold them close to your chest, and you notice him step a little closer, leaning his shoulder onto the metal door of your locker.

You finally are ready move to the showers and slam your locker closed, turning your back to him. Jake is right on your tail yet only after a few seconds of distance due to his sight-seeing. You put down your towel by the last bench, the one closest to the exit, and enter the white room of the communal showers.

You can’t believe he’s still following you.

You put some things down on the ground by the shower head you’re going to use, and look over at Jake. The two of you standing in minimal clothing, looking at each other as if to see who will be the first one to pull out. It's a bad plan since the start because the two of you are the most stubborn people on the entire base.

You bring your hands over to your tank top and pull it up, throwing it over to the bench - right on top of your towel. Next up is your bra, and even Jake turns his head just in time to give you privacy.

It’s unbelievable how the two of you actually finish getting undressed and, without any hesitation, turn on the water.

If the two of you weren��t already tense, the cold water didn’t really help your case.

As the water turns automatically off (navy showers), you grab your soap and casually just lather yourself with it, acting as if everything is totally normal.

Your stomach turns and twists, yet also bubbles with some sort of anxiety as you stand near Jake. Jake eventually needs the soap too, and it doesn’t help that he takes it from your hands right as you’re done with it. The feeling of his larger hand against yours made some sort of heat run through you. His hand is larger, more calloused, strong, and with surely longer digits. Okay. You need to calm down.

“Let me know if you need help washing your back.” His voice echoes in the open room.

You pathetically aren't able to hold back a grin with his words.

“I’m sure you’d love that.” You tell him, trying to sound bitter.

He doesn’t answer, and you find yourself looking at him. Your grin is already gone. Jake is looking at you in the eyes, but your staring ends as you move to turn back on the water.

It’s difficult to have to keep looking at him in the eyes when his body is right there. When his hands are moving over his muscular arms, his hairy chest, or his abs.

The cold water shuts off your mind right away, calming down the heat of your own body. Jake doesn’t look away as quickly, but he finally has to force himself to do such a thing. He needs to stop thinking about how the water is washing and running down your skin, the way the soap must have looked all throughout your body, or the way your hands could feel on him.

Jake turns the cold water as well and looks at the ground as it hits his warming skin. You look at him for just a second as you finish up with the rinsing off the soap. You watch him as he closes his eyes under the water, and you shake your head while looking away again. Your staring will get you in trouble.

Your water is cut off shortly after, and you look over at Jake. He’s already looking at you. You don’t look as mad anymore, but he knows that as soon as he mentions the training again, which he will have to eventually, all of it will go down the drain.

“Can I have my soap back?” You ask him, seriously.

Jake smiles at you and right as he’s about to hand you the soap, his water cuts out, leaving you two to stand in silence. You bring your hand closer to his, and you carefully grab the soap from his palm. Your fingers touch, even with so much effort.

All of the warmth the two of you were able to wash away with the cold water has now come back, stronger than ever, right as the two of you stand completely naked before each other and try keep your eyes on each other’s faces.

“Still mad at me?” He asks over the overbearing silence.

You expected his words to reawaken your anger, but they don't. You still have some deep-rooted anger bubbling down when you remember the exact moment of your error as a team, but not as strongly as before. You look at him for just a little longer and shrug.

“Wouldn’t you?” You ask him fairly, “If I were the one that screwed up?”

“Maybe.” He nods, voice still low, “But not for too long.”

You almost laugh at his words. Jake Seresin is one of the biggest perfectionists of all time. Any pilot is, yet he takes the cake. He hates every time someone screws up his perfect timing, his perfect mission, his literally anything. You know he's lying, through and through.

“Is that so?” You ask him, tilting your head attentively.

His eyes quickly look over at your collarbones as he stares at you. Your words are enough to pull at his full smile, and, soon, his eyes are back on your face.

“Always.”

You hum at him, obviously doubting everything, and he is only more amused by it. You two stare at one another for a little bit in the same silence as before.

“Am I your favorite, Seresin?” You ask him. “Must be. With how quick I’m able to be forgiven.”

He chuckles at you, and you smile.

“Depends... Who’s your favorite wingman?”

The real answer floats in your mind, but you definitely have other plans.

“Rooster.” You nod as you speak, but your smile is your biggest enemy. It makes it obvious to the blonde that you never lied so hard in your life. “He’s the safest.”

Jake takes a step closer with your words and his perfect smile still shines on his face. You look up at him, noticing how the two of you have totally grown more than natural about your lack of clothing, and force your own entertainment to not seem so apparent.

“Is that so?” He asks, and you nod, “Safest.” He repeats as if he’s testing the word out loud.

He leans his head down closer to yours, worsening the heat spreading over your body, and you stare back at him.

“He never put me in danger.” You recall back at him, “Whereas for my second favorite…”

“Second favorite?” He smiles at that too.

“Coyote.” You smile back, “He's less safe, but still up there as one of my faves... And then, there's you. The worst of them all.”

He chuckles in your face at your choices and then nods.

“That’s fair.” He comments, “I actually had Phoenix as my favorite this whole time.”

You smack the side of his head for that and it makes the two of you laugh. Your eyes fall on the skin of his chest, and you take in the view. When you look back up, Jake catches you red-handed. Two complete seconds of silence and both of you with only one idea in mind.

Your lips touch and your heart practically jumps out of your chest. Jake was the one to close the space between you two. Your hands slide over to his neck, and you don't hesitate to kiss him back. Jake’s hands lay across the skin of your sides, and he pulls you closer.

Your naked bodies brush against each other, and Jake is the one to move you two around, while still in the kiss, and lean you against the wall.

Jake’s tongue touches your bottom lip and, as soon as you open your mouth and your tongues touch, the whole demeanor of the kiss and your touch changes. Your grip on the back of his neck, pulling him down harsher and closer to you; and Jake’s rough hands running through your body, touching every bit of skin he can reach.

Your fingers run through his wet hair, pulling at the strands when the kiss roughens exactly how you want it to. You sigh when Jake pulls away from the kiss and his lips begin to move down your neck. He bites onto the skin that he notices you to be more sensitive.

One of your hands comes down from his shoulders to his chest, running through his perfectly sculpted body, feeling every hilt of muscle as your other hand still grips onto the strands of his soft hair. Jake comes back up to kiss your lips, and you let out a soft moan. One that makes Jake’s whole body react as the vibrates against his lips.

He pulls away from the kiss and, for a split second, the two of you look into each other’s eyes.

Jake grabs your hips and turns you around.

“You’re on the pill, right?” He asks, and you sigh your answer.

“Yes.”

You lay one of your hands on the tiled wall and take a discreet deep breath, trying to hold yourself together.

Jake never really leaves your body untouched. His lips come back to kiss your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he moves up to your neck and jaw. You lay your hand on the back of his head as he’s close enough, and his hands continue to grip your hips.

You arch your back, leaning closer to him as Jake continues to kiss your neck. His hands on your hips slide across your skin and feel one of them move in between your legs. His palm lays over your pussy, never trying to not do anything further, and you lean your forehead on your outstretched arm.

His fingers slide in between your folds, and you cling to his hair all over again. His middle and ring finger slide down to meet your entrance and he groans on your neck at the feeling of your juices covering his fingertips.

His other arm wraps around your torso and pulls you flush against him, letting you feel his cock, already hard, behind your back.

Jake’s fingers slide slowly inside of you, and you gasp. They're a severe difference from your soft hands, but that only worsens your ability to stay quiet and still. His fingers are much bigger and rougher than yours.

He begins to move them inside of you, letting all of your juices wet his skin, and then you feel his thumb over your clit.

You lean your head back, biting down at your bottom lip to stay quiet, and your head lays against Jake’s shoulder, exposing your neck further to his mouth. His fingers move inside you, curving and sliding into you. All in ways that make you have to fight the urge to close your legs, and that is soon abandoned, as Jake notices.

“You want to cum on my fingers first, sweetheart, or-” He asks against the skin of your neck.

“Just fuck me, Jake.”

He smiles at your words and before pulling his head back, he makes sure to nip at your abused skin one last time. His fingers are pulled out of you, and you groan ever so slightly at the fast action.

Jake maneuvers you with such ease that you almost don’t notice the way he pulls you away from him ever so lightly, lifts your hips, and just aligns the tip of his cock with your cunt. The arm he had around your torso stays tight, and slowly, you feel him slide inside of you.

Jake’s hand flies and covers your mouth faster than you expect him to and you cannot keep yourself quiet for much longer.

Any noise in the showers echoes. Anything. Any noise seems louder than it really is in the room. And when you have to control the sounds that leave your mouth as Jake slides his cock inside of you, it's harder to keep quiet. Much harder. He’s bigger than you thought, a lot bigger, and you swear that you feel like being slowly ripped in half.

The hand you have on his head comes to hold onto his wrist, feeling his soft skin against your palm. Jake gives you time, leaning his cheek on the side of your head, trying to control his breathing too as he feels your smooth wet walls squeeze him with anything he does.

After some time, Jake begins to move his hips and you hold onto him tighter. His thrusts into you make you close your eyes and lean your head back further, feeling and loving the way he stretches you and already fucks you so well.

His movements gain speed and remaining quiet gets harder for Jake too. He holds back any grunts or groans, he closes his eyes tightly and holds you closer to him to fight the urge of letting anything past his lips. Soon, the sound of his thrusts is also audible in the room and no matter how much you two try to hide it, they’re there. Everything is so silent, you can hear the sound of your skin slapping loudly and both of your heavy breathing.

A little moan escapes both your lips and Jake’s hand as you feel his dick directly hit your g-spot. It sounds like a little scream, even though muffled, it still echoes and makes Jake almost feel himself go entirely crazy. He leans his head back against yours, and repeats what he just did, secretly wanting you to slip up again. And he accomplishes exactly that.

Your hold on his arm gets tighter and soon your hips move against his as he drills into you. You continue to let out soft little noises, all of them echoing through the room and possibly ruining your plan to stay secret to everyone that could be outside of the locker room. The walls of your pussy have grown impossibly wetter and tighter around Jake, and he knows that you’re already close.

It’s all a mixture of the pleasure from the sex with the risk of getting caught. It all makes another type of adrenaline course through your blood. Your every action can be risky as you can be very much caught by anyone that could either need something from the room or simply clean it. Any of your superiors can walk in on you two too.

You sob out a moan against Jake’s palm, and he forces you closer to him. He uncovers your mouth for just a second and uses his hand on your chin to turn you to him. Your lips and tongues touch into a messy and sloppy kiss. The two of you almost can’t even concentrate enough to do it. You force yourselves to stay quiet, and you feel like you’re going to explode already.

Jake covers your mouth again and feels you grind your hips against his every time you connect. Your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter, and your small moans become louder underneath his hand. Jake never falters on his thrusts, sliding his dick back and forth inside of you just like before, and, with just one harsher thrust, you come undone around him.

Jake covers your mouth, trying to make you stay as quiet as humanly possible, but your moans do spill. A hand can only muffle so much, and Jake is secretly praying to hear every single one of them, fighting his urges to just uncover your mouth entirely.

Your walls squeeze him so tight, and you move against his body in tiny spasms in a way that it doesn’t take Jake much longer to cum as well. He brings the arm he has around your torso over to your hips to hold you in place. You let moans spill out due to the overstimulation, and Jake’s thrusts get faster yet sloppier with each one going into you.

His head comes to the crook of your neck once more, and your hand comes back to cling to his hair. The small pain of the pulling at the strands drives Jake to his last needed stimulation, and he finally feels his muscles contract much tighter than before. You grind your hips against him, and Jake finally reaches his climax as well.

Your movements never pause, no matter how tightly he holds onto your hips, and the ropes of his cum fill your insides. He groans onto your neck and you turn your head to pull him into a kiss. The kiss is softer than before and you’re the one that dominates it, this time. Jakes kisses you back and even chases your lips whenever you try to pull back.

Jake loosens his hold on you and you two finally pull away from your kiss. He disconnects your hips, and you gasp out loud at the feeling. Jake eyes you down as he does it, watching his cum slowly slide out of you, and the image alone makes him close his eyes to stay sane.

You turn back around slowly as Jake still holds onto you, and your chests are held flush together. The two of you are breathing heavily while looking at one another, and he’s the one to break the silence.

“I better be your favorite wingman, now.” He whispers, his tone never so serious.

As if he wasn't already.

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croimilis · 2 years

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If the World was Ending

title: if the world was ending

character: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x ex!reader (he calls them peach/peaches)

rating: 13+

words: 10k +

themes: angst, hurt-comfort

warnings: hangmans an asshole (with good intentions), cursing, alcohol, drunkneness, crying, heartbreak, soft hangman, discussions of depressive episode, minor snooping?

summary: “would you love me for the hell of it? all our fears would be irrelevant”

Despite breaking up 5 years ago, you are the one person Jake would turn to if the world was ending, which it might be given he thought the only time he would see you again would be the end of the world. The worst part, he didn’t even mean to call you. Didn’t even know your cell number was still in service, or that you were in the same city as him and yet here you are, ushering him gently into your car and taking him home.

a/n: this is part of the ‘fly me to the moon’ universe. parts of this are rushed and not great as i wanted to get it out, never the less, i hope you enjoy.

tags: @xoxabs88xox

Jake was absolutely fucked, the room was spinning and he could barely stand by himself and had to be supported by Coyote, who was currently helping him out of the bar. They were the last two standing from the group of Rooster’s groomsmen who had gone out for an unofficial bachelor party and Coyote only really stayed to make sure Hangman didn’t hurt himself or drown himself in his sorrows completely.

Coyote leans his best friend against the brick wall of the bar and looks him up and down with a sigh. Hangman was usually so good at holding his liquor, was good at making sure he didn’t overdo it and yet here he was, as if he was a barely legal college student experiencing the freedom of legally drinking once again. He was a mess and Coyote didn’t know what to do with him.

Coyote crossed his arms and gave his friend a stern look, “Stay here.” He goes only a foot or so away to make a call, his eyes lingering on Jake to make sure he did as he was told. As the person on the other side of the phone answers with a soft hello, Coyote turns away for a few seconds.

In that time, Jake clumsily fishes his phone out of his pocket and struggles to unlock it, entering the passcode in wrong twice before face id kicked in and it unlocked automatically. He smiled wistfully at the image on his home screen, it was years old but it was still one of his favourites that he transferred between phones. In his inebriated state, he only wanted one person and he scrolled through his contacts until he reached the one he wanted in the ‘L’ section labelled as ‘love of my life’.

He presses the call button, like he had done a million times before but unlike the times before it doesn’t ring out. Instead, after a few rings, there's an answer and a soft and muffled ‘hello?’ is spoken from the other side. Jake's eyes widened slightly and his head rolled back against the brick of the bar. He wasn’t expecting you to pick up, certainly wasn’t expecting to hear your voice again after 5 years and the sound made him dizzy.

Another ‘hello?’ comes through the line, this time followed by a gentle “Jake?” He smiles at the sound, having missed it all these years, and melts a little on the inside the same way he used to when you were his. “Miss ya peaches.” His words slur together and, combined with the southern twang of his accent now fully presenting itself, you struggle to understand what he’s saying, your eyebrows creasing together as you slowly sit up in your bed,

“Why are you calling me at 3am?” Your voice is soft, but still holds a firmness in it that you usually used when you were cross at him. Despite the crossness in your tone, he still relished in the sound and closed his eyes to memorise your voice once again. A few seconds of silence roll by and Jake hears shuffling on your side, you’re moving to swing your legs off your bed, shoving your feet into the running shoes you always kept by your bed.

“Jake.” He hums in response, and you roll your eyes on the other side. You knew rightly that he was drunk beyond belief, it was the only time the cocky pilot was ever this quiet and not firing off some flirty remark. “Where are you?”

His eyes look at the signboard outside the bar, the writing was blurry and unfocused and if only the goddamn thing would stop spinning he would be able to tell you for certain where he was, “The Fo…Frog and the…” He squints his eyes to see if that would help, it didn’t really, “meal..smart”

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion and you let out a small sigh, the gears in your mind grinding to try and make sense of what he was saying when it finally hit you, “You mean the Dog and the Metal Smith in San Diego?”

“That’s the one.” You can hear the grin in his voice through the speaker and you just sigh as you lift yourself from your bed, grabbing an old jumper that was on your vanity as you walked past, “Stay there, I’m coming for you”.

You hang up your phone and Hangman lets a goofy smile spread across his face, one that has Coyote concerned as he turns back to his friend, his own conversation over. Jake looked like the cat that ate the canary the way his lips spread in a cheshire cat grin and so Coyote approached him apprehensively.

“Hangman…” He places a hand on his friend's shoulder, leaning down slightly so he could look Jake’s slouched form in the eyes, “Phoenix is gonna be here in 15 to bring us home.”

A giggle passes through Hangman’s lips and Coyote almost flinches back, it was a sound he hadn’t heard from Jake before. It was foreign and a far cry from the confident man he knew, more so verging on a sound made by a lovesick school girl when discussing their crush, and suddenly Coyote’s concern level rises.

“Jake….dude are you okay?” Jake looks at Coyote, and he looks almost as love sick as he sounded, “(Y/N)’s coming to get me Javy”.

Coyote lets out a small sigh, eyes trailing over his friend with sympathy. 5 years later and he still wasn’t over you. “(Y/N)’s not coming buddy.”

Another giggle passes through Hangman’s lips as he thrusts his phone toward Coyote, the device still unlocked, and Coyote takes it from his hands with a questioning glance before he looks at it. It was on the recent call screen and there it was, “Love of my life….5:00”. Coyote still didn’t believe it. The number could have been reassigned to someone new and Hangman was probably just mumbling incoherent nonsense to some poor stranger on the other line. Coyote was going to break the news to Hangman, but one look at his friend's face and he stopped. He looked hopeful, almost childlike with glee, and Coyote couldn’t take that away from him.

It had been obvious since Rooster had announced his engagement to Angel that something was off with Hangman, the other’s didn’t notice it but having known the Texan for so long Coyote noticed. Though he smiled and congratulated the couple, it didn’t really reach his eyes. Instead, there was a lingering sadness in his eyes and maybe a look of regret. And usually, Jake was the life of the party but the night of the announcement, and even tonight, Jake was quiet and reserved. Keeping to himself for most of the night, simply observing the rest of the pilots as they celebrated with eyes glazed over as though his mind was a million miles away.

Coyote had his suspicions as to why, had managed to pull a small confession from the man after a few beers at his place, though it was like trying to pull teeth, in which Jake admitted to that it reminded him of the biggest mistake of his life. Coyote was then able to put the pieces together, he knew what Jake's biggest regret was, it was you. Well, not you as a person, not your relationship with him, god your relationship with him was probably the best thing that ever happened, what he regretted was leaving.

Coyote let out a small sigh before leaning against the wall beside his friend, watching him from the corner of his eye as he simply stared up at the sky with a lovesick look and a goofy grin on his face. He was going to be heartbroken when he realises you weren’t actually coming. They stand for that for a little bit, Hangman simply staring up at the starless sky and Coyote watching him carefully to make sure he doesn’t tumble to the ground and hurt himself, or choke on his own vomit.

The sound of a car pulling up causes Coyote to turn his eyes away from Jake for a few seconds to check if it was Phoenix who had pulled up, it shouldn’t have been because she had said she was going to be at least 15 minutes and it had only been about 10, and it isn’t. The car that pulls up is an old ford truck that Coyote instantly recognises from the bit of customised body work on the side of an apple tree with your family name through the bark. His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack as you climb out of the driver's side, having instantly spotted the inebriated blonde leaning against the wall.

“(Y/N)”

He tries, and fails, to hide the shock in his voice and his face as you give him a small smile. “Hey Coyote.”

He props himself up from the wall and gives you a hug, you were friends before everything went down and he missed you. “What are you doing here?” You return the hug and give him a small squeeze, you adored Coyote and had missed him as well. The two of you would frequently have wine nights together whenever he was in town while you and Jake were still together.

“I’ve come to take the cowboy home.”

As you pull away from Coyote your eyes rake over Jake's figure slumped against the wall, he had yet to see you instead keeping his eyes on the night sky his mind somewhere other than the present moment. You had only seen Jake this drunk once before, it was at a frat party while you were in college (he had gotten some time away from the naval academy and had come to visit you) and he had got into a testosterone filled competition with one of the members and ended up doing a high number of mystery shots and a keg stand. The night ended with you dragging him back to your room at your sorority next door and Jake admitting to be in love with you.

“Do you know where he lives?”

You look up at Coyote and shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t but I don’t live too far and was planning on bringing him to mine.” Coyote nods slowly at your words, he had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. He was surprised you were here, mainly because he wasn’t convinced Jake had actually managed to get in contact with you but also because he knew Jake had broken your heart 5 years ago, your life had fallen apart because of the man and yet, here you were. You always were a caring soul, one that was prepared to drop everything for someone you loved and cared for no matter how long ago it was you loved them.

“It might be best to take him to his own place, that way he’s close to base if he gets called in suddenly, I can give you the address.”

“Okay, let me get him into the truck first”

You approached Jake slowly, afraid to startle him with how drunk he is but he fails to notice you even as you stand directly in front of him. He was well and truly gone and you wondered if he would remember any of this in the morning. You reach out and gently touch his shoulder.

“Jake?” Your voice is soft, again trying not to startle the man, and you could swear that the goofy smile he was wearing got bigger at the sound of your voice. Slowly his head dips forward from where it was leaning against the wall so that Jake is now looking at you.

“Peaches!” While your voice had been soft and quiet, Jake’s was loud and a little high-pitched as he called your name out in surprise, and you jump at it slightly since you weren’t expecting the volume. Jake clumsily pushes himself off the wall, standing to his full height while stumbling a little, and wraps his arms around your body to pull you into a tight hug.

You let out a small grunt at the force he uses to pull you into him and though you wrap your arms around Jake, more so to steady the tall blonde than anything, you cringe at the smell. You were used to Jake smelling fresh, like clean linens and whatever aftershave or cologne he was wearing, but now he absolutely stunk of whiskey and cheap beer. You scrunch your nose up at the smell and Coyote chuckles at the sight, causing you to flip him off as you manage to pull back from Jake’s death grip.

“Let’s get you home cowboy.”

Jake hums and sways where he stands as you fully separate from him and take a step back expecting him to follow you, but he just stands there with the goofy, toothy grin still on his face as he watches you. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, looking over to Coyote for help, “Come on cowboy, I ain’t strong enough to carry ya.”

Instead of replying, he just reaches his arms out to you wanting nothing more than to have you in them once again. You sigh again and Coyote lets out another chuckle, which gets a quick glare from you, but he steps forward and wraps his arms around his friend. “C’mon bud, let’s get you into the truck.”

You mouth a quick ‘thank you’ to Coyote as you walk around and open the door of your truck as Jake stumbles behind you with the help of Coyote. “C’mon, in you get.”

You step to the side of the door to allow Jake to climb in, which he struggles to do. He misses the step a few times, causing giggles to spill from his lips every time he misses and small ‘yes!’ to slip when he finally gets the step and manages to push himself into the truck. You affectionately roll your eyes at his antics and smile to yourself as you reach in and make sure his seatbelt is buckled.

As you finish buckling him in, he reaches for your face and turns you toward him for a kiss but you swerve your head just in time so his lips land on your cheek instead. You close your eyes as you feel your heart clench at the action, and you hate yourself for it especially as you close the door and see the sad look in his eyes and pouting lips. But you have to ignore it, if you didn’t your resolve would break and you would be left heartbroken all over again.

You join Coyote at the front of the car and lean against the hood with your arms crossed, matching his pose but your eyes are cast to the sky while his lingers on you. You sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the soft summer breeze and the presence of one another. You always felt safe with Coyote, like you could lay the very secrets of the universe at his feet and he wouldn’t tell a soul, his energy was calming.

The quiet was broken by Coyote, who had been eying you up and down with his eyes lingering on the oversized jumper with a faded imprint of ‘Navy’ on your figure that obviously belonged to Jake at one point in time.

“I can’t believe you came.” You shifted from looking towards the sky to looking toward the ground as you let out a small sigh before looking up at Coyote.

“Neither can I.”

“Why did you?”

You sigh once again, something you seem to be doing a lot tonight, and shrug your shoulders as you chew on your bottom lip. You didn’t even know why you came yourself, for all intents and purposes you should absolutely despise Jake Seresin. Should hate him with your entire being. Yet, you can’t. Something inside of you just refuses to let you hate him, probably that stupid part of your heart and mind that still clings onto the love you had for him.

“I don’t know.”

Coyote doesn’t question you further and the two of you fall into silence once again, one that Coyote once again breaks as he glances back at your car. “Can’t believe you're still driving this thing.”

You snort and smile up at him, “Please, as if I was gonna let him into my jag like this.”

Coyote lets out a low whistle as he raises an eyebrow, “A jag? Damn girl, have you gone all upper class on us?” You roll your eyes and push at his shoulder with a laugh. You had genuinely missed Coyote, missed the banter with him.

“How ya getting home, Javy?”

“A friend, Phoenix..er.. Natasha is coming to get me.”

You nod your head, a contentment settling inside you knowing that Javy was going to be safe seeing as your truck only fit you and Jake into it. Speaking off, you glance back into the car and see that Jake had his head thrown back against the headrest with his eyes closed. He looked like he was sleeping and part of you felt relieved that you wouldn’t have to try and converse with the drunk Texan while you brought him home.

“Speaking off, here she is.”

You look back ahead of you, seeing a brunette step out of a car with a bit of a sour look on her face, probably from being woken up at such an unreasonable hour to come pick up her idiot friends. Coyote turns to you as she approaches, telling you Jake's address and giving you a tight hug that you gladly return and whispering a quiet ‘take care of him’ as he pulls away.

“Don’t worry, I’ll uh… I’ll stay the night. Make sure he doesn’t choke to death in his sleep, y’know.” Coyote chuckles at your comment and places a quick kiss to your forehead as you round him and head to the driver side door, hearing the brunette grumpily ask who you and why you have Jake in your van, smiling slightly as Javy simply says your an old friend before the conversation fades out as you close the door.

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For the most part, the drive back to Jake's place is relatively quiet. He had, in fact, fallen asleep in the five minutes you stood with Coyote and waited for his ride to arrive. The only sound is the rumbling of your engine alongside the soft snores and grumbling that fall from Jake’s lips until a rough speed ramp jolts him awake.

Waking with a start, Jakes head whips from side to side as he tries to figure out where he was, if only the world around him would stop spinning for two seconds. He groans loudly, head falling forward as he closes his eyes to stop the spinning and the nausea starting to creep its way through his body.

“Sorry.” Your voice is gentle as you glance at him from the side of your eye, concern falling into place on your face as you watch the aviator try and right himself. Another small groan falls from Jake’s lips in response as he lifts his palms and digs them into his eyes, rubbing gently at them in a desperate attempt to prevent the spinning from happening again once he opens his eyes.

“Here” You had reached down into the console beside you and lifted a bottle of water that you had grabbed from your fridge as you rushed out the door, the bottle was slightly slippery with the condensation that covered it. Jake's eyes opened, and though the world had stopped spinning like he was on a carousel it swayed gently and he was still seeing double, something that was evident as he reached for the bottle of water and missed.

After a few tries, in which his face scrunches up in concentration, he finally gets it and gives a small mumbled ‘thank you’. You smile to yourself, biting down on your lip to suppress the giggle that was bubbling its way to the surface slowly, which became even more difficult as Jake struggled to open the bottle in his hands.

Finally a small giggle slipped past your lips and Jake's look of concentration finally broke as he smiled at the sound, you always had the most beautiful laugh and he was so happy he got to hear it again in person. In the time since you’re break up, on nights he couldn’t sleep, he would watch old videos he had taken of you just to hear your laugh after he told some stupid joke. It was during the nights that Jake missed you the most, when he was at his most vulnerable and the adrenaline from the day faded, leaving him with little to distract him from his thoughts.

Which was how he found himself with a new woman in his bed almost every night, his reputation as a playboy developing out of a habit of not wanting to be alone. Of wanting something, or someone there to distract him. But even then it didn’t help, when the fun was over and the women were asleep his mind still drifted, memories of you at the forefront of every thought and how no one would ever compare to you.

Jake had regretted breaking up with you every day of his life since he left, but Jake Seresin was nothing if not a proud man and refused to acknowledge the regret, instead burying it so deep inside himself that he came of as callous or cruel whenever someone mentioned your name and he simply dismissed it, moving the conversation on in such a manner that it made it seem like he regretted the relationship itself, though that was such a far cry from the truth. Each day he craved and yearned for you, but he was too proud to admit it.

Too proud to admit he had made a mistake. Too proud to let anyone know that every night he lay awake and thought about having you in his arms once again, thinking about what would have happened if he had stayed. Would you have settled down by now? Would you be living the picket-fence dream that you have had since you were a child? You and him and a couple of little rugrats running around one of your family farms? He imagined it all in those sleepless nights, how much different life would have been and how much happier he could have been if he had just stayed.

Jake says nothing as he finally manages to unscrew the lid of the water bottle and downs the entire bottle, it doesn’t sober him up completely but it makes the room stop spinning a little and it settles the nausea climbing up his throat. He wants to speak, wants to say anything just to have a conversation with you but a little voice in the back of his mind tells him he’s better staying quiet. Better not ruining a moment he may never experience again. Better off just basking in your presence in the car next to him.

The silence between the two of you isn’t awkward like one would expect, it’s calm and serene as if you were simply two friends, maybe two lovers on a midnight drive just watching the lights of San Diego whizz by as you drive. But it had been a long time since the two of your were lovers, an even longer time since you were just friends, and a voice in the back of your mind reminds you not to get comfortable that when morning comes you would leave before he ever wakes up and that he probably won’t even remember anything, so there was no point in trying, no matter how desperately your heart was screaming at you that this was your chance to rekindle the love you once had for Jake. The love you truthfully still had for him if you were to be honest with yourself, but you were rarely honest with yourself when it came to your emotions. It was hard to be after locking them away for so long.

You arrive in Fightertown quite quickly, the streets of San Diego almost completely empty and letting you drive without having to stop, and you’re quick to follow street signs until you reach the street Coyote told you slowing down the car and looking at the house numbers as you drove past to make sure you were stopping at the right one. Though, you ended up not needing to use the numbers recognizing Jake’s pride and joy sitting in the driveway, the same old truck he got in high school that he meticulously maintained to this very day.

You smile to yourself, pulling into the space behind it before turning to Jake, who was already staring at you with a small smile on his face and a wistful look in his eyes. It was a look you were all too familiar with, one you wore yourself countless times whenever anyone brought Jake up or when you visited home and you passed by Jake’s family ranch, his parents always wanted to see you but you always claimed you were busy.

It would have broken your heart to see them, they had been like family to you growing up and even more so when you and Jake got together with his mom and nana always insisting that they knew you and their Jake were gonna get married one day. You had seen them once since the breakup, at your brother's wedding a year after you broke up and they insisted that their Jakey was still in love with you, that he always wrote to them and always always asked about you and how you were doing but that just tore your heart to shreds again after you had just started to piece it back together again. So you hadn't seen them since, it was selfish and you knew that, knew they missed you because your momma always let you know that they were asking about you and when you were gonna come see them, but you couldn’t put yourself through that pain again.

You’re shaken from your thoughts by Jake's soft voice calling out the all too familiar nickname he had given you in high school, “Peaches?” You let out a shaky breath and blink away the tears starting to form your eyes as Jake reaches out to wipe them away before they fall, and gods do you wanna reach over and pull him into you.

Hold him tight to your chest and never let him go again, kiss him again and again until your lips are totally and completely bruised because even drunk out of his mind he was still the most handsome man you had ever seen and his hands on your cheeks almost burned from the heat radiating of them and the blush quickly rushing over your cheeks.

It was actually the first time he had really touched you since you met him at the bar, had fleetingly touched you to try and kiss you when you buckled him in but this was different. This was tender and soft as he wiped at your lash line as tears continued to fill your eyes despite your best attempts to keep them down. It reminded you of all the times Jake had held you while you went through law school with every breakdown and exam and rejection. It reminded you of when he loved you and that thought almost ripped your heart out because he didn’t love you, not anymore. He made that clear the day that he left.

Jerking your head away from his hands, you rub at your eyes as you quickly climb out of your truck and take a few deep breaths before making your way over to Jakes to open the door, prepared to help him out but he manages by himself, only stumbling slightly as he starts towards his door. You were avoiding looking at him, so you miss the frown that has settled on his face, miss the heartbreak in his eyes at the fact that you had pulled away from him.

You close the door to the jeep, locking it as you walk towards Jake who is fighting with his front door, trying and failing to insert the key into the door. The frown that was on his face had been replaced by a look of frustration with his eyebrows knitted together revealing the furrows that had formed on his forehead over time. Gently you reach out, taking the key from him and insert into the door and turning until you feel it unlock. You open the door and step back, letting Jake step into his home with you following behind and slipping your shoes off at the door.

“Okay cowboy, let’s get you to bed.” You watch as Jake stumbles about a little, leaning against the walls for support as he slowly makes his way through the halls of his home with you following behind to make sure he didn’t truly fall and injure himself. After about a 5 minute struggle of stumbling and having to stop every second for Jake to lean against the wall to gain his bearings, you finally make it to his room where he flops down on the bed face first.

You let out a small sigh and poke him on the back a few times, “C’mon you, you can’t sleep in your jeans.” With his face buried into the blanket, Jakes words are muffled and you can’t quite make them out but you were sure he was arguing with you so you just turn away from him and scan the room looking for a dresser. When your eyes land on them, you walk over and begin rifling through them to find a set of sweats and a t-shirt that he could throw on.

You quickly find a shirt and move onto the last drawer of the dresser, as you pull it out you notice a photo wedged in between all the sweat pants in the drawer (seriously why did one man need so many sweatpants?). Part of you wants to ignore it but another part is filled to the brim with curiosity and you have an internal battle with yourself as to whether or not you should reach in and have a look.

Ultimately your curiosity wins out and you finally realise why the saying is curiosity killed the cat, the photo is of you and Jake a week before your breakup at your sister's wedding. You looking stunning in your bridesmaid dress and Jake handsome as ever in his fresh pressed suit but where Jake would usually be wearing his cowboy hat, you had it on instead and you both had the widest grins on your face. Your eyes scanned the photo with a sombre smile as your heart constricts as what should have been one of the best weeks of your life, celebrating your sister and her new husband, quickly became your worst.

Quickly, you shove the photo back into its place and pull out a pair of sweats while wiping the tears from your eyes. With sweats and shirt in hand you walk back over to the bed and poke Jake in the back once again, “I’m going to get you some water and advil for the morning. You better be changed by the time I get back.”

The tone of your voice is one you usually reserve for clients, or your niece and nephew when you have to be strict with them, its one that demands respect and obedience and Jake lifts his head just enough for you to head a slurred “yes ma’am” pass his lips. You nod your head at the response and leave the room, giving Jake privacy to get changed, and head to the kitchen you passed on the way in.

It was a mess, takeout wrappers were lying all over the counter and there were empty beer bottles on the small island, dishes were piled up everywhere and it shocked you. Jake was a clean man, the navy had drilled a certain level of cleanliness into him and even before that you knew his momma had drilled it into him.

You quickly shake the shock out of your system with a shake of your head, it was not your problem. With a quick look through the various cupboards you find a clean glass and fill it almost all the way to the top with water, and quickly find a small drawer full of various medicine including advil which you pop 2 out of the packaging.

Once you have everything you need, you make your way back to the bedroom and see Jake has managed to get himself out of his clothes but was struggling to get his sweats on, hopping about on one leg as he struggled to get the second leg in. You cock your head to the side slightly, looking at him with an amused smile as he continues to hop around for a few seconds before finally managing to get both legs into the sweats and pulling them onto his hips. Which you were glad for, because you were not prepared to help him get dressed.

Jake plops himself back into bed, this time on his back, as you place the water and advil beside his alarm clock, making sure to keep your back to Jake as you did not want to see that lovestruck look he seemed to have since you picked him up. You also knew that if you turned round and acknowledge him, he would try and convince you to get into bed with him. To stay the night cuddled up in his arms, and while you missed cuddling up with Jake, this was not the time or place for you to do that. No, you were gonna stay on the sofa and leave in the morning.

Quickly you turn away from Jake and leave his room, missing the pout on his lips and the way his hands reach out to you for a hug, closing the door behind you just enough that you couldn’t see him but would be able to hear him if he were to fall during the night. With a sigh, you settle down onto the couch for the night, not needing a blanket as the June heat continues into the night. Eventually, after hours of staring at Jake's ceiling you fall asleep to thoughts of how much you missed the blonde.

---

With a groan, Jake slowly blinks awake. The small amount of light that filtered through his blackout curtains was proving to be too bright as it caused a surge of pain through his head. Which, by the way, felt like there was someone was power drilling into it. Slowly, so as to not provoke his hangover any further, Jake sits himself up in bed with his back against the headboard as he reaches to rub up at his eyes and search his memories for how the hell he got home last night.

Truly he couldn’t remember much after the 4th shot he had taken with Fanboy and Payback, which had been after god knows how many beers and at least 3 whiskeys on the rocks, he could vaguely remember Coyote helping him out the door about 2 hours after the shot, it had been his last drink with Coyote swapping out anything he ordered with a water, but Jake had been none the wiser meaning he was slightly more sober when Coyote was helping him, though his memories were still fuzzy.

He could remember calling someone, the screen of his phone fuzzy in his memory and the conversation that was had on it completely gone from his mind. He remembered a truck with an apple tree on it and a figure with (texture) (colour) hair, it was weird, he was almost certain it had been you but it most definitely could not have been.

You weren’t even in San Diego and even if you were, he was sure the number he had for you had been disconnected as he had tried phoning you multiple times since the breakup. It must have been Phoenix who had got him, though that didn’t seem right when he thought it over.

Finally pulling his hands away from his eyes, Jake looks to his bedside locker to take in the time and he groans as the digital clock reads 14:00. God he had slept late, the first time since he was a kid, having grown up on the family ranch Jake was always up at 6am almost every morning since he was 10 years old and could go out and help his dad, a habitat which came in handy when adjusting to the military schedule.

Eyes moving past the clock, Jake clocks a bottle of water and two advil sitting beside it, which didn’t exactly scream Phoenix to him. The girl would relish in the fact that Jake was massively hungover, so maybe Coyote had left it for him. Jake quickly takes the pain killers and downs the whole bottle of water, sitting for a minute with his eyes closed and leaning against the headboard to let the medicine start to take effect.

Though he was trying to stay in bed until the medicine took effect, the sound of movement in his kitchen puts him on alert. Who would be in his home? Coyote? No, Coyote would have texted him that he was coming over. Rooster? Nah, he was 100% sleeping off his own hangover or spending the day with Angel.

Gently, Jake slips from the bed and for the first time he notices he’s been changed into a pair of black sweats and an old t-shirt and he scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. He didn’t remember getting changed, still trying to fight to gain the memories of how he got home, and so he hoped that he did it himself not wanting to be embarrassed to find one of his friends had to strip him down out of his jeans and shirt.

Moving on from his confusion, Jake slowly makes his way out of his room, trying his best to be quiet so as to not spook whoever was moving about the kitchen. As he steps into the kitchen, Jake comes to a standstill and he begins to think he was still drunk or maybe he was high, or just hallucinating due to a combination of sleep deprivation and his hangover. Because here you are, flitting about his kitchen, which was definitely cleaner than when he left the night before.

As you turn towards Jake, you jump and place a hand over your heart to try and stop the rapid beating because, despite it being his apartment, you were not expecting him to be standing behind you looking like he had seen a ghost.

“Fucking christ Jake!” The shock of the scare finally settles, though the beating of your heart doesn’t. If anything it increased under the intensity of Jake's gaze. It had been a long time since anyone had made your heart beat like this, with such intensity and strength that it felt like it could break your ribs and rip itself out of your chest. In fact, there was only ever one person that made your heart beat like that and he was standing in front of you.

From the look of confusion on Jake's face you gather that he didn’t remember much of last night, didn’t remember calling you or you picking him up to bring him home and you couldn’t really blame him for not remembering with the amount he had drank, according to the messages you had exchanged with Coyote on your old cell.

Jake stares at you, his hangover pushed to the back of his mind, leaning against the counter of his kitchen with your arms crossed against your chest and your eyes cast to the ground, avoiding looking at Jake. Jake thought he would never see you again, that you had disappeared from his life forever when you broke up five years ago but here you are. What shocked him even more was the fact that it was you last night, you had come and picked him up and made sure he had gotten home safely, looked like you had stayed the night as well if the dishevelled sofa was any indication. Probably to make sure nothing happened to him in his sleep.

“You came?”

You finally look up at Jake, a soft smile on your face and he could melt into the ground at the softness in your eyes. You should hate him, should absolutely despise him, he wouldn’t blame you. He knows he gave you a million and one reasons too when he left, when he broke your heart and left you crying in the corner booth of the cafe. You should hate him, he broke your heart into a million pieces and left the country like a coward while you had to stay in your shared apartment, with your shared friends, in a city you saw yourself settling down with him in and piece yourself back together by yourself. He hated himself for that.

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He had asked you to meet him in the little café that was a 20 minute walk from your old highschool that had been opened by one of your highschool friends, you had promised to always drop in when you were in town and had been there quite a few times already since arriving only a week earlier. But he hadn’t been in it since that day, he was sure he would have hot coffee thrown in his face if he dared show his face.

As usual, the two of you were nestled into the booth in the furthest corner of the cafe, just hidden enough that nobody could see the two of you but you could still see everybody bustling about. It was the perfect spot for people watching, which you usually did, pointing out people you once knew and discussing the latest in their lives (whether or not any of it was true was beside the point), but that day was different. Jake held a tension in his body, one you hadn’t seen before. One that quite frequently scared you, it put you on edge as if one wrong word and Jake would explode. It was like he was teetering on the edge.

The silence was stiff and thick with the same tension Jake held in his body, it felt suffocating and the air around you felt like it was compressing your chest. Until it was shattered and suddenly it wasn’t the air stopping you from breathing properly but panic as Jake uttered the words you never wanted to hear.

“I think we should break up.”

You drop your cup on the table, thankfully it was nearly empty so there wasn’t much of a splash back as the ceramic collided with the table and shattered into thousands of pieces on the table. You were sure that if someone looked at your heart at the very moment, it would be in a similar state. Shattered beyond repair.

“W-w-what?” You can hardly hear your own voice from the way your heart is thundering in your ears, can barely see the ceramic pieces that have fallen onto your lap as the tears begin to fill your lash line and threaten to ruin your mascara.

You certainly can’t see the twitch of Jake's jaw and how his eyes are cast out the window of the café avoiding looking at you, afraid that if he did he wouldn’t be able to do this. You don’t see the way he picks at his nail beds or how his adam’s ` apple bobs as he tries to keep his composure and convince himself that this was for the best, that its better for you if he was out of your life. If he broke your heart so you would never think of him again, so you could let him go.

You want to turn to face him, want to look into his eyes as he does this. But you can’t, your eyes are glued to the space in front of you, pupils wide and mouth open in shock. “I-is there someone else?” The thought absolutely destroyed you, that Jake was cheating on you that he found someone else. You close your eyes so tight that it hurts at the thought, preparing for the impact that yes there was someone else. But what came was so so much worse.

“There’s no one else. I just don’t love you anymore.” A sob racks through your body and pushes through your lips as the tears that had gathered in your eyes finally springing free and streaking down your face rapidly. Jake closes his eyes at the sound and clenches his fists, each sob you let out breaking his resolve. He needed out. Needed to go before he fully broke. It was better this way.

So he does. He gets up from the booth and leaves the cafe, not looking back at your shaking form as your friend approached having heard the shattering of the ceramic. It was better this way. Jake would rather you hate him for the rest of your life than you be left heartbroken because he was never coming home.

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“You called”

Your voice is soft as you stop in front of him, your arms still crossed against your chest, and you look up at him through your eyelashes. Jake’s are filled with shock, as if he can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him.

“Why?”

“I guess I’m just a sucker for torturing myself.”

Jake wants to reach for you, to pull you into him and hold you for the first time in 5 years. Wants to wrap his arms around you and never let you go again. But he doesn’t, instead he stays glued to the spot, mouth opening and closing as he tries to form some kind of coherent thought or sentence.

“H-How?” Jake mentally slaps himself, of course he knew how he had phoned you. But, the number he had for you was disconnected. He knew this because he sent you message after message only for them to not be delivered and he had called for it to go straight to voicemail, he shouldn’t have been able to reach you.

“I broke my phone and had to pull out my old phone while it’s getting repaired. It was pure luck that it happened now.”

Jake feels himself nodding along dumly, that made sense, if you had changed phones and left the other one to die and only be used as a backup then of course none of his messages went through, of course none of his calls went through. Jake clears his throat, the ability to think and speak finally returning to him as the shock of seeing you finally settles.

“What are you still doing here?”

You shrug your shoulders gently, eyes moving around the now spotless kitchen and the tidy living room, “Wanted to make sure you were okay. That you didn’t choke on your own tongue or anything. I woke up at about 11ish and was going to go home, but I…I couldn’t make myself do it. Was still worried about you so I kept myself busy as you can probably see.”

Jake's eyes move over the kitchen, you always had been an anxious cleaner and if the cleanliness of his kitchen was any indication you were plenty nervous. Though he wasn’t sure if you were anxious about being around him or because you were concerned for his well being.

“I should go now though, I have client meetings later.”

You go to move around Jake, but he follows your movements and holds his hands up in front of him to stop you.

“Let me get us lunch as a thank you for looking after me.”

You really shouldn’t, should get going so you can shower and get changed for heading into the office. Should leave and never look back. Shouldn’t let Jake Seresin back into your life. And yet, you just nod your head and tell him “okay”.

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You sit in a semi awkward silence as you wait for the lunch to arrive, the air is thick with tension and unanswered questions. Jake had a million and one he wanted to ask you about your life, about how much had changed in the past 5 years, about your family, about everything and anything under the sun just to talk to you. You had one question and one question only.

“Why did you do it?”

Your voice is soft as you play with the ends of your (Jake's) jumper, eyes cast down to look at what your hands were doing rather than what Jake was doing.

“Do what?” You can hear the genuine confusion in his voice and can imagine the way his eyebrows would be all scrunched up as he thought about all the things he did.

“Tell me you didn’t love me anymore.”

“It wasn’t true.” Your eyes snap to Jake, watching as he picks at his nail bed and avoids looking at you, and you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion. “What?”

“It wasn’t true. What I said that day.” Jake clears his throat as the words get caught, “I-I lied. I thought it would be easier.”

You can feel anger rising in you now, disbelief settling in as you raise your eyebrows at Jake. “Fucking easier?” Jake flinches at the harshness in your voice, sinking back against his sofa, as you stand and cross your arms over your chest, scoffing at his comment that it was easier.

“You broke me Jake. I was depressed for months, had to take time off work because I just could not function enough to get myself out of bed. Desi and Cori were so concerned about me that they alternated staying with me because they were scared for my well being. I stopped eating and ended up in hospital. You think it was fucking easier to tell me you didn’t love me?”

Jake looks up at you shocked, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly, he didn’t realise how much you suffered when he broke up. You were always so strong that he expected you to pick yourself up and go on with life, never realising just how broken he had made you. He gulps down his shock, instead opting to finally tell you the truth as to why he left.

“I thought it would be easier for you to hate me. I watched wives and partners destroyed with the news that their husbands weren’t coming home and I was being sent away on a mission where there was no guarantee that I would come home. I didn’t want that for you. I didn’t want you to have to bury me.”

The anger inside you fades away slowly as you take in his words. He didn’t want you to bury him. You had never thought of that, sure you worried when he went on missions but you stressed about his safety but never once did you consider that he might not come home. Maybe that was idealistic of you, maybe some part of you refused to acknowledge the fact that Jake might not come home to keep you safe, to protect your heart.

But still a part of the anger remains as you grit your teeth together, “That was not your decision to make Seresin.”

Jake flinches at your use of his last name and sighs lightly and rubs at his face lightly, “I know I know…I…” He lets out a sigh and reaches out to take your hands into his, rubbing his fingers over his knuckles. “I was stupid and naïve. I thought it would be easier for us both if I just left. You could hate me for the rest of time and I would eventually get over you.”

Your gaze is harsh, eyes narrowed into a small glare that was slowly softening at every word.

“But god are you hard to get over, I still think of you…Like every day. I think, hey (Y/N) would love this when I see something I know you’d like. I think about telling you about my day, about how you’re doing and if you ever got that promotion. I dream about settling down with you. About taking over my farm or the orchard with you. About having a family with you. When I’m flying, I think about you. About your smile, about how your eyes light up when you’re talking about something you're passionate about. It grounds me, keeps me level headed because some part of my mind is still telling me I need to make it back alive…that I need to make it back to you.”

Tears start to gather in your eyes at the confession, and you bite down on your lip as you take a second to compose your own thoughts. You thought about him too, all the time, even when you shouldn’t be.

“It was stupid.” Jake chuckles at your bluntness but as he looks into your eyes he sees no malice or cruelty behind the words, the glare you previously wore not gone from your gaze. Instead there was a lingering sadness, a pain that seeped into his bones as you stared at him.

“And it was mean and callous and cruel, and I should hate you Jake Serein. With every fibre in my body I should despise you. But…I…I just can’t.” You let out a shaky breath, a few tears now falling from your eyes, “God I wish I could hate you. It would make my life so much easier, would make it so much easier to just move on with my life. But…but part of me still loves you. Still wants you. Still thinks about you, every goddamn day.”

Jake stands, he wants to pull you into him and kiss you until the sun goes down and he would have, had the front door not gone with the delivery driver standing outside with your lunch. Instead, Jake hangs his head and lets out a sigh before lifting your hand to his and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

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Lunch is quickly eaten and, needing some air, you suggest going for a walk in the neighbourhood after you cancelled all your afternoon appointments citing you were feeling unwell and didn’t want to pass it on, as partner no one really questioned you. The walk is nice and you feel nostalgic. Though the warning bells are going off in your mind telling you to walk away, that nothing good can come out of this. That, despite the fact you had forgiven Jake for what happened, you didn’t know if you were ready for this again. But those warning bells are drowned out by the sound of your beating heart rushing in your ears, encouraging you to give in to your desires for once, to give in to the feeling of once again being loved by Jake.

You walk for hours, the confessions earlier in the day opening you up to talking like old friends would, the vulnerability you both showed letting you open up to once another once again. Catching up on the intricacies of each others lives that you had missed, you let Jake know you were now an aunt to a darling little niece called Adeline and a menace of a nephew Carson who wanted nothing more than to help his mom and dad in the orchard and loved to climb trees to do this, almost giving your sister a heart attack in the process, and Jake lets you know that his baby sister is engaged to her high school sweetheart who was now teaching at the school with a wedding due in September time so they avoid the scorching summer heats.

You tell him about making partner at your firm and being relocated to run the San Diego office and he is so so proud of you and how far you’ve come. He tells you all about the dagger squad and how much he’s loving being in San Diego but misses home and can’t wait to get home in a few weeks time for the wedding, which he has a plus one for by the way.

It’s like old times, you fall into the conversation with such ease it was like you were never separated. Like you were never angry at him.

By the time sunset arrives, you and Jake are standing side by side on the beach admiring the changing of colours in the sky when suddenly the colours of the sky are blocked out by the figure of the tall blonde. Both your confessions from earlier still hang in the air, seeing as you were interrupted by the delivery driver at the door and you avoided the conversation your entire walk, finding something new to talk about whenever a silence fell between the two of you to avoid it coming.

Because, frankly, you were terrified. It had been such a long time since you had let yourself be so emotionally vulnerable and that was scary, you were scared of Jake was going to react, despite practically ripping his heart out and placing it in your hands himself.

You raise an eyebrow as your heart begins to pound in your heart, Jake looked serious and his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he tried to think of what he wanted to say, didn’t know how much more he could say after spilling his heart out.

“Can we- can we try again?” Though that wasn’t exactly the words Jake wanted, the words having been already spoken earlier, his voice is soft as he reaches out to you, hand moving gently up your neck to cup your jaw with his thumb rubbing soft circles on your cheeks. You lean into the touch, against your better judgement, and let your eyes flutter close your own hands reaching out to touch Jake.

You wanted to, god did you want to give Jake another chance, but again the alarm bells were firing of in your head and this time they were hard to ignore. They were reminding you that Jake was still enlisted, he could be shipped off again to god knows where and you wouldn’t be able to follow, he might not come home, he might not come home and you didn’t know if you could survive that.

“I’m scared Jake.” You let out a shuddering breath, eyes opening to look into Jake’s. There was nothing but gentleness and love reflected back at you, and god how you missed looking into his eyes. Missed the tender moments where you would just hold one another and bask in each other’s presence, enjoying gentle caresses and fleeting touches used to ground one another. “I…can’t…I can’t do that again. I can’t go back to that dark place” Your eyes fall to where your hands are placed on Jakes chest, the temptation to draw them back and retreat flowing through your mind.

Your voice is rough and breaking as your eyes gloss over with tears at the thought of him breaking your heart again, at the thought of him leaving, of him dying, and he couldn’t blame your mistrust. Couldn’t blame your fear. A second hand is quickly up and cupping your jaw, fingers now wiping away the tears forming in your eyes.

“You won’t have to. I’m permanently stationed at top gun, training as part of the dagger squad and instructing.” You sniffle a little and look back up at Jakes face, “And if it means getting to be with you again I will give up dagger squad. I’ll go to instructing full time. I’ll stop flying.”

You roll your eyes at him, “You could never give up flying Jake, it’s your life.”

“I would give it up for you (Y/N).” You can see the sincerity in his eyes, the truthfulness there. He would genuinely give up flying if you asked him, and though you never would, knowing he was that dedicated to having you back ebbed your fears a little, though they were never fully away. It would take a while for that to happen. But you could feel your resolve break, every fibre in your being that was screaming for you to say no drowned out by the beating of your heart that was screaming at you to say yes.

“Okay. One date.”

Jake’s lips stretch into a cheshire cat grin and you roll your eyes at him once again, shoving him gently away from your body, “One Seresin, and we’ll see where we go from there.”

“Oh Peaches, one date is all I need.”

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reaperintheroses · 1 year

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Answered Prayers

Jake Seresin x Innocent reader warnings: innocent reader, first kiss, minimal dialogue Prompt: Write a first kiss previous day | next day masterlist A/N: I really struggled with this lol. Annapolis, Maryland is where the naval academy is located. He gripped your face slightly, the butterflies in your stomach rose to your throat. You felt your lungs constrict. No words would come out. You just choked. You’d asked for this. You’d prayed to God that it would happen all throughout high school. And then he left. He was home for Christmas. the naval academy had shaved his head, defined his muscles. You had subconsciously been counting down the moments til he got home. You had waited until the day after he returned to your little Texas town. Letting him spend the time with his family. You didn’t know what this was. This thing between you. Yet you centered yourself anyway. Glad out of everyone, it was him. Everyone’s first kiss should be special, even if you wanted until your highschool best friend was shipped off to Annapolis to confess your love to him. So you smiled. Nodded slightly. He bent down, his hold on your face soft as butter. “Just relax,” his draw, which so far had been disguised from all these weeks in Maryland, coated his words. You shut your eyes as his lips met yours. Hesitant, tender. You melted, your prayers finally answered.

#drabble december #hangman x reader #hangman x yn #hangman x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x yn #jake hangman seresin x reader #they're not all topgun I swear

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strangerstuffandthingsimagines · 2 years

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The Gallows (Hangman x Fem!reader)

Summary: They call you Angel, sometimes you wonder if “of death” was too long. When tasked to join the best of the best, you are forced to confront your past.

Warning’s: descriptions of injuries (reader is a medic), mentions of sexual content, semi-steamy?,cursing, mentions of sibling death, ptsd (the reader and Hangman both have shared trauma), alcohol consumption

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“Call sign: Angel”

It sounded like a nails of a cat clinging to a chalkboard, slowly, painstakingly trailing down the black slate, dragging each syllable out like a taunt. An-gel.

The office felt stuffy, like one of those old silver-screen detective films your grandma would make you watch whenever you visited for Christmas, though there was nothing comforting or warm about it.

Vice Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson is across from you, flipping through your entire naval career in a package of papers. “Quite an impressive portfolio you have here.”

“Admiral Kazansky vouched quite heavily for you. I don’t know if that should delight or terrify me.” he sighs, scanning through the pages without so much as looking up at you. “You’ll be working under the command of Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, I’m sure you’ve heard about him.”

Slapping the folder down, Cyclone rises from his seat with the the sound of leather creasing and wheels rolling against the linoleum. “Follow me. I’ll take you to the debriefing room, maybe you’ll be good at keeping Maverick...grounded.”

Orientation never sat well with you. You stopped bothering to focus your vision on the pilots and WSO’s before you; To take in their faces or remember their names. It became a bad habit that morphed into second nature, instinctual to the very structure of your DNA. It was easier that way.

There was an eeriness to the echo of Maverick’s voice as it reverberated throughout the aircraft hangar, his eyes flickering to you for a moment.

“This mission will be physically demanding on your bodies and minds. That is why we have brought in Lt. y/n “Angel” y/l/n. One of the best flight surgeons the navy has to offer.” It’s all so formal that it feels forced. Undeserved. Unwarranted.

The walk from the entrance of the hangar, to where Captain Mitchell stood was gruelling. You pictured yourself being ushered to the gallows, or maybe a pyre like a witch, either way, both of those situations seemed more appealing than this.

“Thank you.” you saluted back - It was muscle memory at this point, not respect. “It an honour to work with you Capt. Mitchell.”

“We’re down three of our best today to G-tolerance training. Don’t worry, you’ll get well acquainted soon enough.” he grins, looking your way for a moment. He could practically feel the tension radiating off your body in a cold heat.

Orientation went by in a haze, you hadn’t paid much attention to the formalities and empty social interactions, not when everything in the very fabric of your being told you “No, you aren’t ready. Run. Run. Run.”

“Phoenix.” a firm, but eager hand reaches out to you, breaking your daze like a slap to the face. Your palm meets her’s and you think maybe, just maybe, you can do this. Maybe you can try.

Before you are even aware you’ve spoken, you agree to meet at the Hard Deck for drinks. Then you remember you haven’t touched booze since you got so drunk they had to pump your stomach. Then you remember why you had gotten so drunk in the first place. Then you kind of want to scream, and you kind of want to cry.

But you don’t. You never do.

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A stale breeze ocelots throughout the room as you lay in the dark, alone in a loose tee and your underwear. Giving a grunt, you roll onto your back and run a finger across the creases of your sheets, that imprinted into the flesh of your cheek, pondering how you might muster the strength to get up and dress for the bar tonight.

You move in thoughtless motion, tugging on the loose blue jeans that are too hot for California, and a white tee you’d probably stain at some point throughout the night. You take your time on the ride over, even the twinkling lights of gazebos and restaurant patio’s seem so bleak.

With a quick movement, you switch off the radio and settle for the sound of tires grinding against asphalt. Music wasn’t enjoyable anymore, not like it used to be, not when you were sixteen in your brothers jeep, cruising around with his best friend and it’s all so easy.

Your eyes felt painfully heavy, you almost feel stupid for getting behind the wheel. You want to give in and close your eyes, to just float and forget.

~~~~~~~~~

“There you are, fuck! We were about to send out a search party,” Phoenix laughs as she slides of the barstool with a rum and Coke in hand. It’s all so exhausting. Socializing, growing close - friends even, and then the inevitable doom of being disappointed.

“Hey.” You smile softly, suddenly feeling so small. The gazes of your new crew consumed you and you hold your breath. “Thank you for inviting me out, it’s nice to…”you wonder where exactly you were going with that sentence, then settle on sounding like a moron. “…get out.”

“No, thank you for being the one to lug one of our sorry asses out of the sea one of these days.” Laughs another, your eyes shift toward the name badge. Payback. “My bets on “ol Fanboy here.”

“You realize if she’s pulling my ass out of the water, you aren’t far behind.” Fanboy counters, elbowing his pilot in the ribs. “Right?”

“Hey Rooster!” Phoenix shouts over the loud chatter of the bar. “Come say hi to our new doc!”

You’d forgotten how ingrained peoples callsigns were into their identity. Land, sky, or sea, their callsign was more valuable then their real name. It hadn’t been quite as intense when you were working in the hospital, but they did exist.

“Hu-heyyy,” he drawls out, a little drunk already no doubt. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him. It were as if the literal sun had been captured in his body, its light threatening to rip through the seams of his tacky Hawaiian shirt. “Nice to meet ya!”

He looked for your name tag, only to realize you had been the only one not in uniform. Civvies was a strict rule you had made for yourself, no matter how tired you were, you never wore your uniform off the base. Plain and simple.

You tell him your name, but he waits for the name that really counts. You clear your throat as you brace yourself with the back of a chair. “They call me Angel.”

“We gotta hear how you got that name.” Payback presses before taking a swig of beer. “I bet it’s one hell of a story.”

The politics of a call sign was just another example of military machismo. It made sense logically, why they were necessary but you had heard your fair share of awful ones to take them too seriously - T-bag, Tiny (last name Richard’s) and Hot crotch to name a few.

Truth is, Angel had been misogyny, thinly veiled as a joke. It’s such a clear memory, you remember it better than your cousin’s wedding that was only a few months ago. The men of the element you’d been assigned didn’t think of you as an equal, but a young, naive girl.

A pet name. A patronizing pet name, the very same ones women had become accustomed to since the dawn of time. When you were quiet, wide eyed and new, you were “princess”, “baby face”, “darling”, “sweet cheeks”, when you stood up for yourself, or commanded the way the others had, suddenly you were “woman”, “bitch” or reduced to just simply “female”.

Lieutenant James “Big Bird” Larson was the worst of them; his taunt’s never took a day off - you weren’t sure if he was capable of ever shutting the fuck up. It wasn’t until shrapnel blasted through his throat, slitting his carotid artery that he was quiet. The blood had spurted like an Italian fountain, the kind you would find in the romantic stretch of Venice that was riddled with wishes in the shape of coins. You had pinched the vein and listened to his gurgled prayers before his wound could be stabilized by back up medics on route.

They still called you Angel, but at least now they had a reason. At least it felt earned.

The comment lingers in the air, you avoid the bait like the plague before gladly taking the hard seltzer Phoenix handed your way. The burn made you cringe as it slithered down your throat like salt in a wound. The last time you’d drank alcohol also happened to be the first and last time you got wasted beyond comprehension.

“Well?” Urges fanboy - damn, so close - with a sigh you give in.

“This guy was bleeding out, so I was pinching off the gash. If I let go he would’ve died…so he said I was his guardian angel.” You over simplified as per usual. “Just medical shenanigans.”

“Dope shit right there.” Fanboy beamed, grateful it wasn’t ironic or an omen that your platoons didn’t have a high rate of survival.

Meandering chatter continued amongst your new comrades, your eyes flickering to the door here and there just to confirm you still had an exit. It felt…insincere. Somehow, you were doing them a disservice by pretending to be present.

You wanted to care about the light hearted jokes, the pool games, the songs they sung at the top of their lungs, but it felt physically impossible. So, alone you sat at the table, more focused on the tiny bubbles of your drink that float periodically to the surface, than joining their game of pool.

“Hangman! Coyote! Get over here so we can kick your ass at pool.” one of them shouts, it didn’t matter who had yelled the name, it mattered who answered the call.

“In your dreams, Rooster.” his voice is the same as you remember, still dripping with cockiness and oozing with cool. Your fingers curl around the cool glass in your hands, pressing your fingertips into it so hard your nails could have snapped clean off.

Water blasts through the windows with a shriek of breaking glass, flooding the bar, uprooting chairs and tables, carrying bottles and bodies. It’s cold and all consuming, and you’re back. Most times it came to you whilst you slept, vulnerable and defenceless, that’s when those memories invaded your mind and possessed your body.

The water is red, a frighteningly, bright red, and it leaves the taste of pennies on your tongue. The body floats. You fought the water with every muscle in your body, and your throat burns as a mixture of salt water and blood sting your lungs. You nearly have him in your arms but it’s just so hard, you almost have him, his parachute ghosting at your finger tips as you reach, desperately trying to cling to him.

“No” It’s horrible the way it comes out, like a strangle in the back of your throat. “Please, no, please!” And suddenly you’re praying, and wondering if God exists at all in the same breath.

“Angel, you good?” Phoenix asks, resting her chin on the que, concern washes over her face.

Hangman’s attention shifts from the pool game onto Phoenix for a moment, following her gaze he settled on you. A look of confusion falls into a soft, sullen look.

“No.” you squeak out, your head shaking ever so slightly. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t dare move until you do. Digging your heels into the varnished wood floor, your chair screeches as you get to your feet. It’s more of a whisper this time, but it slips out again. “No.”

Jake Seresin had run through your life like a tornado through a small town, and you’d spend far too long digging through the debris and picking through the pieces that broke apart in the chaos , to put yourself through that again. You slap a five, or maybe it was a ten, you couldn’t be sure or really give a damn, down on the table. It’s a sickly feeling that creeps up from the pit of your stomach and radiated throughout yours nerves, seizing your spine and rendering you fingers numb.

“Sorry.” You choke, a lump forming in the back of your throat. “Sorry I just have a headache, erm, I guess I forgot to eat today.” You realize in that moment how terrible of a liar you are. Fibs never came easily to you, it was something you wished you worked on, like a fine skill you could hone when necessary.

Gently Bob taps the cup to your arm, now convinced you are famished beyond compare. You yield, taking a few peanuts in your hand.

“Thanks.” You don’t even like peanuts, but you force them into your mouth and chew, and chew and chew until it’s mush. Make them believe you take care of yourself, you remind yourself. “Hey tonight was really fun-” you begin, realistically you’d spent all of what you rounded up to as ten minutes at the Hard Deck. “But I’m not feeling so good, so I think I’ll just head home.”

“Yeah, no, no of course.” She knows it’s a lie, but she smiles anyways.

The second you slip out the back door you gasp for air, taking in as much as physically possible. It almost hurts how far you push your lungs. You brace yourself on the patio ledge, thankful for the privacy of such a pathetic moment. Your head pounded like you’d just been on a three day bender despite having but a lick of alcohol. The bile rises faster then you can even realize what’s happening. Emptying out what little you have, you stifle a sob and heave and heave and heave.

Upside down, the world felt simpler somehow. Perhaps it was due to the fact you couldn’t physically think for a moment, but you weren’t going to waste a moment of peace going over the logistics.

The blood rushes back to your brain as you straighten up. Like divine intervention, your vision clears suddenly, and you set your sights on an unopened bottle of water. Had it not been screwed on so tight, you wouldn’t have trusted no one had put their lips to it. There were worse things, you thought, there were definitely worse things. Taking the warm water in your mouth, you swish it about and pretend it’s not the flavour of melted plastic in the California sun.

Your face buries into the palms of your hands as you lean your elbows on the rail, the sound of waves crashing did well to ease some of your nerves that had been drawn taught.

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Scrambling for your keys as you round the Hard Deck, you freeze just before the drop of the curb. He’s taller then you remember, but perhaps you’ve just forced him out of your mind so often, you simply forgot what he really looked like in person. Even the way he leans against your car is self righteous. It’s your beloved army green jeep, but Jake Seresin could have convinced you it belonged to him had he spoke it into existence.

“You’ve grown up. Christ it’s been forever hasn’t it?” The cool and collected nature of his tone had all but shrivelled and died, what was left was something you couldn’t quite decipher. “I thought our reunion would be a bit more explosive.”

“When have I ever been explosive?” You asked, patting around your jeans for your damn car keys.

“I can think of a few times.” He smirks, but it falls when he see’s how frantic you are to find a means of escape. “Really, are you that desperate to avoid me?”

You ignore him, patting at the denim of your pockets over and over as though the keys might magically appear.

“Look at me, please.” Jake pleads, but you don’t.

It isn’t until you hear the sound of metal meeting metal that your eyes snap up to catch his gaze for the first time in two years, dangling the key ring in front of himself. Coaxing you to step closer like he were holding a string of yarn out to a kitten.

“You left them on the table inside.” He answered before you could even think to ask.

“Oh.”

Twirling the key ring around his finger, he quickly retracts them into his palm. You couldn’t recall ever putting them down. “Can we at least talk?”

“I’d rather not.” It’s empty. You’re empty. It physically pained him not to reach out, to touch and comfort you. He thinks of the Claremont Motel.

Jake’s jaw sets in a hard line, grinding his teeth ever so slightly. “You can’t avoid me forever. I’m inevitable.” His words struck you like a freight train, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“Why? What more is there to say?” You ask, the moon catching in the teary glow of your eyes. You leaned against the hood of your car, stabilizing yourself as the world spun and your stomach flipped.

“It doesn’t even have to about that. I just wan’t to talk. I literally would settle for a discussion about the goddamn weather…how’ve you been?”

“I’m fine.”

“God you’re such a shitty liar.” he conjures a low laugh, with a grin that stirred something you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Fine, I’m not fine.” You shakily concede. The last time you’d been fine was a time you weren’t sure even existed. “Jake, I-I don’t know what you want from me? If you want to talk, there’s really nothing else to say.” Something clicks in your mind, like a puzzle piece you had spent ages trying to place in it’s spot, sliding into the curves and aligning the edges. “Nothing that couldn’t have been said two years ago.”

Jake had knocked the wind out of himself before, at least three times if he were to count, but this was nothing any physical push could cause. This was a wind he’d held onto in the chambers of his lungs for so long, never thinking it would be stirred again.

“I just want to talk. Please, can we just talk.” His walls are reinforcing, stubborn determination trickling through his demeanour. “Christ, I’ll settle for a chat about the weather…I just miss you.”

“No.” Your teeth grit together, ready to spit, throttle and scream at him. But you breathe out, it’s slow and focused. “The weather is lovely, with zero humidity and a light breeze, and you, Jake Seresin, do not miss me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Trust me, I’ve spent a long time coming to terms with the ugly truth that you don’t.” It visceral, it’s somewhere between depressed and furious, but it’s so calm that it confuses him.

Waiting, and waiting and waiting, so much time waiting on Jake.

You would have been happy with an e-mail, a voice mail or just any trace of proof that you weren’t just a vessel for his guilt for one night. You hated how badly you wanted him to want you - but you put that dream to rest.

Dreams were silly, and you’d grown far too familiar with nightmares to really mourn the loss.

~~~~~~~~~

Drunk off boxed wine you picked up at a overpriced market on the way home, you sat on the floor of your bedroom, sinking into the lush, fluffy white rug you’d spent way too much money on. The pale blue glow of the television offering the only light you would allow. Anything could of been flashing across the screen, you would have been none the wiser.

There’s a small part of you, it’s minuscule, but you find yourself praying to hear a knock at the door. To have someone hold you and let you sob. Your eyes close and you find yourself pretending the muffled voice on the tv are a crowded room, and you aren’t so incredibly alone.

~~~~~~~~~

Hangman fucked up. Badly.

It was such a small interaction but it stuck to him like glue. The smile your way, the the meeting of gazes, the air of hope that maybe, just maybe, you would give him an inch, but you resisted by a mile. To make matters worse, you’d been so excruciatingly warm to Fanboy. The pressure of G-force had royally wrecked his neck, and Jake could not tear his eyes away, watching as you pressed and prodded the tender flesh at the nape of his neck, feeling for displacement or injury that was worse for wear - you were practically jacking him off.

You even laughed at something he said. What the actual fuck?

It played over and over like a scratched disk, repeating and repeating, anxiety building in his chest. It was a stupid mistake, it was such a colossal rookie mistake. Nearly clipping Phoenix’s wing, Hangman lost control for a moment after getting caught in the jet wash, descending into a terrifying flat spin. White noise fills his ears, the radio fell on deaf ears, someone was hollering his callsign frantically - Rooster maybe? No, no maybe it was Coyote, or Payback?

“Hangman pull the fuck up!” Alphabet’s voice jolts him back into a plane of existence neither here nor there, that for a moment he’s alive, and Hangman’s flying a two seater. “Pull-up!”

And he does. Just hardly recovering from the death spin.

The debrief that followed was tense, uncomfortable and could have been avoided had he just focused.

Had he not gotten Alphabet killed.

Finally dismissed, his fellow TOPGUNS stretched and yawned as they rose from their seats, meandering toward the exit but lingering about the room as they slipped into conversation. A chorus of “I need a drink after that” and “Let’s get wasted” filtering out of their mouths.

It wasn’t often Hangman was criticized or his technique critiqued, more often than not because he didn’t screw up, but led by example. He couldn’t make anymore mistake from here on out, he refused to, but that started with you.

“You’re going to get me killed.” He sings, striding toward you with . there’s hint of anger interlaced with the smoothness of his voice. “But I guess you wouldn’t hate that, would you?”

You quirk a brow his way, hands deep in your medic bag. It’s so ridiculous you almost don’t acknowledge it. “Sorry?”

“This whole cold shoulder shit? It’s getting in my head. We need to talk this shit out, right now” It’s just above a whisper, not wanting the others who lingered around to hear.

“You can’t be serious.” You sigh, zipping up the bag without so much as meeting his eyes.

“Look, I get it. You hate me. I’m a horrible person. But we need to leave that shit outside of the base, it’s affecting my work.”

“You are the one that keeps bringing it up. Just stick to your own shit and I’ll stick to mine.” your throw your hands up in bewilderment - It sounds simple in theory but it was far more complicated than that. “I’ve literally not said a word to you today.”

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” It’s louder than he’d hoped. Rooster’s attention now drawn to the two of you. Phoenix and Fanboy take notice soon after. Bob had noticed long before the others, but dare not get in the middle.

“You good over there?” Rooster asked as he stepped away from the group.

“It’s nothing.” Hangman snaps, looking over his shoulder with a venomous look in his eyes.

“Look, if we’re going to be working together, we need to at least try to-to come to an understanding” he offers, the sound of his voice reverberating throughout the room as he focuses back on you.

“Jake-“ you start, but he’s still going, wound up like a toy car that’s only started his race.

“I mean, with all due respect, I just want to be able to do my job and not be distracted.” He continues, your knuckles pale at your sides as they ball up the material of your uniforms.

“Jake.” You make another attempt, but it’s futile.

“But I can’t, because you’re acting like a child.” Now he’s really getting riled up, but you were no stranger to that. “You’re being selfish, you realize that don’t you? How long can you hate me for?”

“Hangman!” You bark it out like an order, and it takes him by surprise. You don’t give him a chance to overpower the conversation. “I don’t hate you.”

The truth punches him in the throat, you swear his face softens from the hardness he usually carries.

“I never did, but it’s so hard being near you. When I look at you, I see him dead. I hear him every day. I hear his screams. I hear the static of his com being crushed. I look at you and it all comes back.” The words break apart with a sob, you pout your lips with a twist - a feeble attempt to not cry. “When I look at you it makes me physically fucking sick.”

“Woah, woah guys, chill out!” Phoenix advances on the situation, ready to pull you out. “It’s been a long day, let's just cool off.” Phoenix tries but you dodge her touch, swerving around her attempt to peace keep.

“Hurting him wasn’t enough, was it?” you hiss - it’s cruel and you know it is. Protecting his conscience was no longer a concern.

~~~~~~~~~

The hot steam of the shower seemed to soothe the tension you’d developed in your muscles after your little run in with Jake, but the thought of him grazing near death today set your stomach in painful knots you were struggling to ignore. The cool tile brought relief to the headache you’d developed as you couldn’t stop reliving the horrible, stupid, awful fight in your head. The rhythmic thud-like heart beat in your temples was growing louder by the second.

Thud.Thud.Thud.

Pushing off the shower wall, you feel around for the tap, carefully listening as you weren’t sure if you were going crazy - sure it felt like a percussion was sounding off in your skull, but that was not just a headache.

Grabbing a towel, you quickly wrap around your check and tuck it into itself, securing it atop your breasts as you stumble out of the shower. Sliding your feet into the dry, cotton slippers you wore about the house post shower, and crept out of your bathroom.

Your heart raced, keeping with the frantic pace of the knocking. “Hold on!” You holler, discreetly tip toeing around furniture so you didn’t alert whoever was waiting outside the door of your proximity - a skill you mastered from the countless times your neighbours tried to invite you over for wine.

Peeking through the peep hole, you freeze.

“Jake?” You ask, the distorted fishbowl view of him was almost humorous. You unbolt the chain, and slide it across before turning the main lock. Just a crack, you open the door and peer out. “Sorry I didn’t hear you over the shower…”

“Can I come in…and talk?” God, he really wanted to do that huh?

“I’m not really dressed.” You almost laugh, but he’s so serious that you can’t bring yourself to.

“Don’t worry, nothing I haven’t seen.” He purses his lips matter-o-factly to the side. He’s looking at you, waiting for permission, and against all better judgment you let him in.

“You-how do you know where I live?” It’s squeaky, not at all how you wanted to convey the question.

“The jeep.” It’s not original to own a four door jeep in army green, not in a town that is etched into a naval base. But you know how he knows. It’s the same way dog tags all feel the same, but if you blindly felt through a pile of silver names, you could pick his out every time. You’re brother had that effect on people. His soul stashed away into little pieces of a life left behind.

You linger in the entrance of your small apartment for a moment, not quite sure what to say or do. Protectively fingers clutch the tucked knot of towel, and you feel his eyes stealing glances.

The last and only time you’d been so naked in front of him was the night of the funeral. Both on grievance leave for the next three days, you decided to stay in a motel. You couldn’t handle being at home, not without your brother. It was so empty. The absence of his hollering laugh, or the sound of old sixties rock and roll blasting from his speakers as he’d roll up in his jeep - just coming home as you were waking up. It would kill you if you’d spent another second in that painfully quiet house. You were sure of it.

Your feet ached as you walked around the town you grew up in, leaning into Jake, passing back and forth a bottle of whiskey in a brown paper bag, searching for memories of your brother in the streets, and the stop signs he drove through, or in the tree’s he climbed when he was twelve and you were just nine, worrying yourself sick he’d fall and crack his skull. In truth you both drank that night, but not enough to get wasted, just enough to ease the sharpness that made a home for itself in your chest.

For weeks you’d thought about how he reclined you on the hotel mattress, lips on yours, a salty taste on your tongue as quiet tears slipped from his eyes and mixed with your own. His loose tie dangling down and sending shivers across your skin as it brushed your neck. For months you could feel the ghost of his touch climbing up your pantyhose clad thigh, slipping beneath the black skirt of your dress, slipping into you.

You’d spent so long believing he hadn’t given the night at the Claremont much thought, just another drunken escapade for the books, but Jake still felt the imprint of your heel that hooked around his leg when he kissed you against the motel room door; the husky moans that sung at the back of your throat as you ravaged each other in kisses. He closed his eyes more often then not, and tried to relive that moment, to memorize every detail and sensation, to chase that high for as long as possible. He thought about it when he climbed altitudes, he thought the higher he went the closer he’d get to that feeling again - not once, not even close. Not by a long shot.

You could hear the whispers of sweet nothings still humming in your ears when you tried to focus, when you tried to drown out the aching feeling that you couldn’t shake. You think of that dingy hotel room, lit by nothing but the milky glaze of moonlight and the “Vacancy” sign flickering in seedy neon reds. The feeling of his lips on your jaw, down your neck, peppering across your breast, lower and lower, here and there and there.

“Why did you make me go through it alone?” it’s courage mixed with fear and it leaks through the cracks of your voice, like downpour on an old roof.

It’s so vivid in your mind; the morning haze bleeding through motel curtains, seeping onto your bare skin. The nervous excitement that settled in, as flashes of the night came crawling back into your consciousness like a hangover. It’s the devastation of his clothes not strewn about the room, entangles with yours, and the absence of a text - god, you hadn’t been worth a ten second text - and the absence that follows for months, dragged onto two years.

“Because I’m a coward.” It’s the most honest thing he’s ever said. The facade of top gun, machismo, ladies man surrendered, leaving behind the man who stood before you. It was almost voyeuristic, like a sight unseen - a sight you weren’t supposed to see, and yet there you were, baring witness. “I was scared. I couldn’t face you sober. If I stayed I thought you’d realize you hated me.”

His gaze is distant, like he doesn’t want to be there. He can’t be there. A raw pain simmering in the blue of his iris, he couldn’t face you then or and he couldn’t face you now

“I was such a fucking idiot back then.” He sighs, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Slowly he nodded, settling on the statement. “I was being stupid and reckless, all for a stupid mission I didn’t even end up going on in the end.”

Rivalry was nurtured by the military, encouraged by old men who hadn’t put their lives on the line in decades. They made you feel like you had to be the best, it was terrifying to think you weren’t. It was unbearable how hard the pressure to be the top of the class became, but when Hangman was running out of chances, Alphabet was there to spare another life.

He had been warned they were too high, that the others weren’t on their asses anymore, but it was too late. Higher and higher he made them fly, he wouldn’t be shot down - he wouldn’t allow himself to lose. Jake had surrendered to G-LOC, they both had.

While Jake came to, and ejected when it counted, it was too late for Zach, the timing was all wrong. Tangled in his parachute, slammed against the cliff sides, shattering bone on bone - it was all too gory to even imagine. He knew you didn’t have to though, and that’s what killed him.

“Honestly, I wish it was me.” He stifles a sob, pinching the bridge of his nose as he drops his head.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, it’s all so caring and sweet and he doesn’t deserve it. He knows it. “What I said before, about hurting him…it wasn’t fair.”

“I wish I could go back.”

“We can’t, Jake. We can’t. I think it’s time we stop trying to.” you reach for his hand, still clutching the towel with your other.

He finds himself pressing a kiss to the flesh of your knuckles, it’s hesitant, careful. You pull free before grabbing fabric of his shirt and putting all your faith in the towel, pulling him into you. Pull. Pull. Pull.

You’d spend so much time pushing, you couldn’t stand to waste another second of not being in his orbit. Your lips find his, and a cross between a moan and whine murmurs against your mouth vibrates. It’s messy at first, his reaction time off but he quickly comes to, a firm hand finds your waist and he walks you back.

For so long you wanted to be numb, to rid yourself of feeling. Whether you’d achieved it through booze, or an edible here or there, as long as it let you forget, as long as it could lull you to sleep in the sanctity of your bedroom, that’s all that counted.

But now you wanted to feel everything. The sting of his teeth biting at your lip, the light tug at your hair, the taste of his tongue that had the lingering flavour of his favourite strawberry sports drink - everything, all at once. The strength of his grip dug into your waist, too afraid he’d lose you if he didn’t anchor you in place, he could’ve cried.

“Promise me.” You murmur between breaths, his mouth finding your neck.

“Anything.” He breaks away, cupping your face in the palm of his hand.

“Promise me that you want me.” You almost weep, it’s such a terrifying thought. “That you want me, not just need me right now.”

“I want you,” he breathes, dragging the pads of his thumb along your cheeks as you clutch his wrists. “I want you so much that I can’t breathe.”

For the first time, in a long time, you could look at the man who made you feel this life altering fight or flight, and felt safe.

As dawns kiss painted you in it’s pale golden light, wrapped and entangled sound Jake’s legs, he allowed himself a sliver of forgiveness. Your touch was healing, even in slumber, even when you didn’t try.

There wasn’t a chance in hell that Jake “Hangman” Seresin was running away, not from this, not from you.

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A/N: This is my first TG:M fic, I hope it’s okay. I literally went off the deep end lol, enjoy! Reblog’s and comments make me feral, I will kiss you if you do. Let me know if you liked it <3

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Hey!! Love you guys’ work. Could I request a Hangman x reader x Bob 👀 smut where the reader is either Hangman’s girlfriend or just a friend of both of them and Hangman is showing Bob how to treat a woman right (if u catch my drift)? Thanks! 💕

Sexual Education

Pairing: Bob x fem! Reader x Hangman

Warnings: slightly insecure Bob, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, language, voyeurism (kind of)

Summary: It’s a typical night at The Hard Deck. But an unexpected conversation with Bob exposes one of his secrets. Hangman and you vow to teach him a few things to help him form future relationship.

Word Count: 7.5k

The entire crew of pilots waited with bated breath, their eyes wide with anticipation. The tension in the room was palpable; nobody moved, nobody spoke. The pilot’s brows were covered in a thin layer of sweat, either from the heat or the stress of the situation. Their hearts began to race, the blood rushing away from their faces, turning them white with anxiety.

We'd been waiting all night for this moment.

My stomach flipped with nervous energy as I watched intently, my eyes never leaving the scene in front of me. The pilot's actions were eerily similar to mine. The liquid in their drinks had sat untouched for several minutes, their attention unable to be drawn away from the intense game. This was the night's most crucial event.

The black eight ball rolled into the basket with a soft clank. After a brief moment of processing what had occurred, all of the pilots broke out in a chorus of shocked exclamations and turned to discuss what had happened right in front of their eyes. I grinned with delight, finally allowing myself to take a breath. He had done it. He had won. God, I would never hear the end of this.

“Oh! You lost, Coyote!”

The voice of Hangman reverberated throughout the bar as I watched him beam with pride over his victory. I chuckled and finished the last sip of my beer. Hangman reminded Coyote about the bet connected to the game of billiards as the cool liquid trickled down my throat. By the way he was gloating about his most recent victory, a passerby might have assumed he'd just discovered the cure for cancer. But, no, he defeated a friend in a pool game.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned my shoulder against one of the white support poles, the sweating neck of the beer bottle nearly slipping from my grip. Hangman was scouring the room for compliments on his most recent pool game victory.

“Fuck man, you’re too good at this game.”

Hangman casually tossed the pool stick on the table.

“A bet is a bet, Coyote.”

Coyote rolled his eyes, irritated that he had lost.

“I know, I know.”

Coyote spoke with an exasperated tone before turning to address the entire crowd of pilots.

“Another round for everyone, on me!”

I tossed my empty beer bottle into a trash can behind me, tucked beneath the bar's edge. The pilots were all ecstatic to receive a free drink, and they hooped and hollered in delight.

“What’s going on Y/N?”

Penny, who was standing directly behind me, inquired. I swung around and leaned against the bar's edge, locking eyes with Penny. Despite the large crowd, few people were gathered around the bar. They were overly concerned with the hyper pilots.

“Hangman bet Coyote he could beat him three times at eight ball. The loser had to buy a round for all the pilots.”

Penny chuckled and slowly shook her head.

“I don’t know how you put up with him, Y/N. I swear every day he ignites some form of competition.”

I shrugged nonchalantly, grinning.

“I love him regardless.”

Penny shifted her gaze to the side of my temple.

“Oh! Speak of the devil!”

Hangman's rough palm brushed against my lower back before settling into a comfortable position around my waist. He yanked me into his side, slamming me into his solid frame. I raised my head, my gaze meeting Hangman's. His eyes sparkled with pride, and he wore a ridiculously happy grin.

“Are you lovely ladies talking about me?”

“We were discussing your triumphant win against Coyote.”

Penny chimed in. Her words drew Hangman's attention, his grin widening as he accepted the compliment.

“Thank you, Penny. Will you grab us another round and put it on Coyote’s tab?”

“Of course. Another round coming up.”

Penny scoffed. Then, Hangman slapped the bar with an open palm and shifted his gaze back to me.

“Alright baby, I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick.”

He leaned in close, giving my cheek a quick happy peck before pulling back with a wider grin that showed off his pearly whites glistening in the low light ambiance of the bustling bar.

“I’ll be right back...”

He gently rubbed my side.

“Don’t miss me too much.”

I sighed and flashed him an exaggerated pout.

“Be back quick!”

Hangman laughed and strode confidently away from me, towards the bathroom. I kept a close eye on him, watching as various pilots congratulated him on his victory before he disappeared into the restroom.

I didn't realize how much commotion the pilots were causing until the thrill of the eight-ball victory wore off. I could now hear myself think. Not unlike the aftermath of a rock concert, the noise level in the bar had dropped to a low rumble.

Thanks to the reduction of background noise, I could make out the faint sound of… crunching?

My brow furrowed as I whipped my head around in an attempt to locate the source of the noise.

What the hell?

The only part of the bar obstructed from my view was directly behind the white support pole that held up The Hard Deck's ceiling. I craned my neck around the pole to reveal none other than Mr. Bob Floyd, snacking on a comically large bucket of peanuts.

“Well, well, well.”

I clicked my tongue. My sly remark jolted Bob out of his peanut stupor. To meet my amused expression, he jerked his head upwards.

“If it isn’t Mr. Robert Floyd.”

His glasses fell down the bridge of his nose as a result of his spontaneous head movement. Bob tightened his lips into a rigid smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose with his pointer finger.

“Hey Y/N!”

He gave me a meek wave as he exclaimed.

I smiled back and walked to the opposite side of Bob, leaning my back against the billiard table’s edge, Bob's gentle gaze following me intently.

“What’s going on, Robert? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Bob shrugged.

“The usual, nothing special, just… planes and work.”

He said with a chuckle. Thank goodness the din has died down; otherwise, his tiny voice would have been lost in the roar of the pilots.

My attention was drawn to Bob's lap, which was completely covered in peanut shells. I giggled.

"Robert, I think you spilled a little.”

Bob jerked his head downwards, gasping softly as he hurriedly wiped the peanut remnants from his pants.

“God, I’m such a mess.”

Bob mumbled under his breath.

“How’s your night been?”

I asked as he finished brushing the shells from his pristine beige pants. Bob brought our gazes back together, his face flushed with embarrassment. Who'd have guessed that peanuts could be so mortifying?

“Fine. Y’know, just hanging out.”

“Robert.”

As I attempted to address the enormous elephant in the room, I spoke flatly, my voice devoid of emotion.

“What?”

Bob asked innocently.

“I hardly call sitting here by yourself 'hanging out.’”

I raised my hands and placed air quotes around the last two words to suggest that the term “hanging out” entailed more than just sitting in the corner alone. Bob gnawed on his lower lip, releasing some of his nervous energy.

“Why don’t you go play pool or meet a girl?”

At the mere mention of the word "girl," Bob’s entire body seized with shock, his eyes widening in awe, as if he couldn't believe I'd brought women into the conversation.

“Oh no! I couldn’t do that.”

Bob swallowed loudly as he chuckled anxiously. I shrugged casually, dismissing his concerns despite not fully knowing them.

“Why not? I'm willing to bet a million dollars that there are at least twenty quiet girls in our presence who were dragged here by their friends.”

Bob glanced around, scrutinizing each patron mingling with their friends. He was considering it, wondering if what I said was true. Perhaps he'd have a chance with one of the attractive women in the bar.

I held my breath in anxious anticipation.

Was he going to do it?

I sincerely hoped so. Bob was so tense that getting laid would be extremely beneficial to him.

Bob took another look around the bar before shaking his head. I exhaled through my nose in disappointment. For a brief moment, I thought he'd follow my advice.

“I can’t Y/N.”

Bob said, his tone defeated. He swiveled his head around to meet my eyes, his face expressionless as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Why not?”

I inquired, trying not to lose my cool and show Bob my growing annoyance.

“I’ve never...”

His face flushed red with shame as he realized what he was about to confess. My face contoured into a shocked expression as realization washed over me. My brows shot up onto my brow, my forehead growing tight as I dropped my jaw.

“I know, it’s embarrassing.”

Bob sagged in his chair.

“No, no, no!”

I waved my hands in the air, attempting to persuade Bob to dismiss my shocked expression. Oh, my God, I've just made poor Bob feel even worse.

“I guess I’m just surprised. I mean... there was never that one special girl?”

Bob pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

“No, never.”

My shoulder sagged as I exhaled deeply. To avoid revealing Bob's secret to the entire bar, I reduced my voice to a whisper.

“Damn, man. I mean, I figured you’d be inexperienced, but a virgin?!”

“Wait, Bob’s a virg?”

Fuck.

I jerked my head around to see Hangman cocking his brow slyly as he eavesdropped on our conversation without us knowing. Bob and I were so engrossed in our conversation that we were completely unaware Hangman was only inches away.

My eyes widened. It was impossible to refute what I had just said. Hangman looked over my shoulder to meet Bob’s gaze. I cast a glance to my left to see how Bob was handling the situation. His cheeks were tomato red, and his eyes stared blankly ahead of him like a deer in headlights.

“Bob, seriously, never?! I mean, it’s not like quiet girls are difficult to find! I bet you a thousand dollars that at least 20 girls in this bar were dragged here by their outgoing friends!”

I turned my head to face Hangman.

“That’s exactly what I said!”

“Guys! Please, lower your voices!”

Our ever-increasingly loud voices jolted Bob out of his trance.

“Sorry!”

Hangman and I both apologized in unison. Fortunately, everyone was completely absorbed in their own conversations and didn't even notice little old Bob.

“Bob… have you ever like… fingered a girl?”

Hangman lowered his voice at the end of the sentence to avoid being overheard. Bob pursed his lips and silently shook his head.

“Have you ever gotten a blowjob?”

Bob shook his head once more.

Damn.

If I knew how dire the situation was I’d have taken his virginity long ago before I even considered dating Hangman.

“Have you ever kissed a girl!?”

“Yes…”

Hangman exhaled a sigh of relief and placed his hand over his heart.

“Ok… that’s a start.”

Hangman received a concerned look from me. He stared at me, mirroring my concern.

A brief thought dashed through my brain. It was completely wrong, horribly wrong. I wish it had never crossed my mind. It should not have crossed my mind

But Hangman was aware of my thoughts. I watched as his expression shifted from concern to a sly grin.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He asked, his tone dripping with suggestiveness.

“Depends, what are you thinking?”

Hangman's eyes drifted from mine, to Bob.

“What are you guys thinking?”

Bob asked meekly, completely oblivious to our unspoken idea.

“I’m thinking Y/N and I should show you a few tricks.”

Wait… both of us? Damn, I thought I’d just have sex with Bob and call it a day. I guess Hangman was in on this as well.

Bob's jaw dropped, small sweat droplets forming on his hairline, the moisture glistening off his brow. Despite the fact that his glasses were completely secure, he nervously pushed them up his nose.

“Hangman… I don’t wanna affect your rela-“

“Don’t worry about it.”

Hangman waved away his concerns.

“It’s purely a learning experience, nothing more. No strings attached.”

Hangman and I both stared at Bob, waiting for his approval. His eyes were dancing, darting from Hangman to me and back again.

“I mean…”

His voice trailed off as he nervously pushed his glasses up his nose, his hands fidgeting with the bucket of peanuts.

“If Y/Ns okay with it.”

Both Hangman and Bob’s eyes were drawn to me, now waiting for my approval.

I have to admit, the idea of both Bob and Hangman was arousing. I'd always had a soft spot for Bob. Something about his awkwardness and soft gaze behind his funny glasses made him strangely appealing. But the truth is that I knew he had little experience with relationships, and I wasn't drawn to him enough to try to push past his nervousness. A guy like Hangman would help to balance out the awkwardness.

God, it was a match made in heaven.

“Sure, I’m on board.”

I tried not to sound too excited about the idea of a threesome, as I was supposed to be the confident one in this situation. It was Bob's turn to be both nervous and excited for what was to come.

“Alright then.”

With a small clap, Hangman grabbed both of our gazes.

“Let’s do this.”

We were all lounging around in Bob's bedroom, sitting on the floor, having a quick beer before the night's inevitable climax.

There was no reason to rush the process. Hangman and I might as well take a little extra time to make Bob comfortable before we placed him in a fairly awkward situation for a virgin.

“Before we start Bob, you need to realize that it’s okay to speak up and say you’re uncomfortable. Y/N and I aren’t going to judge you if you wanna tap out… you have my word.”

Hangman nodded toward me, indicating that I should give him my word.

“You have my word as well, Robert.”

Bob kept his eyes fixed on the beer bottle, fidgeting with the label's free corners.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

He spoke quietly. I extended my arm towards him, squeezing his surprisingly muscular bicep in hopes of reassuring him.

“What are you worried about?”

I asked sympathetically.

“That I’m gonna… mess it up.”

“It’s all about communication Bob.”

Hangman chimes in.

“Sex really isn’t that complicated as long as you have confidence and the courage to communicate.”

I nodded.

“That’s solid advice.”

While tenderly rubbing Bob's bicep, I agreed with Hangman.

Alright, time to get this show on the road.

I stood to my full height, grasping Bob's shirt collar and yanking him upwards until he was on his feet.

“Can I take these off?”

I inquired, raising my hand and lightly tapping the corners of Bob's eyeglass frames.

Bob nodded nervously with a tight smile, his hands fidgeting with his pants pockets.

“Sure. I’m near sighted so I’ll be okay.”

In his nervousness, Bob blurted out. I chuckled through a closed mouth, gently grabbing the frames and slowly removing them from his face.

I folded the sides closed and handed them to Hangman, who was still positioned on the floor, watching anxiously.

“Take care of those.”

Bob said to Hangman.

I refocused my gaze on Bob's soft eyes, gradually leaning into him. My open palms pressed against his clothed chest, which throbbed with every beat of his racing heart.

As my eyes fluttered closed, Bob's breathing became audible, the tip of my nose brushing against his. My hot breath against his earlobe made his body seize up, his limbs becoming taut with anxiety as I shifted my head until my mouth was level with his ear.

“Don’t be nervous baby, Hangman and I will walk you through it.”

I put on my best seductress voice as I rubbed my palms against his chest, feeling his pectorals ripple under my touch.

Bob nodded vigorously.

“Will you…”

As I placed a gentle kiss on his earlobe, his voice trailed off, his tone becoming breathy with desire.

“Tell me what you want me to do baby.”

Bob gulped, swallowing the large lump that had formed in his throat.

“Will you kiss me?”

I trailed my hand up his strong chest, cupping the back of his head. I trailed my lips along his jawline, placing hot kisses along his skin before reaching the corners of his mouth.

I gently pressed my lips against his while tangling my hand in his short hair, hoping to amp up the kiss. Bob's breath caught in his throat, a guttural moan erupting from the back of his throat as he kissed my lips hungrily.

“Touch her Bob. Use your hands.”

God, I almost forgot about Hangman.

Bob's hands gripped the sides of my hips awkwardly, slowly and hesitantly pulling me forward until our pelvises connected.

I inserted my tongue into Bob's mouth, passing it between his teeth until it met his own tongue. I took the initiative and demonstrated how to utilize his tongue to enhance a kiss. After a brief demonstration, he was kissing just as well, if not better than Hangman.

“Good job.”

I mumbled against his lips. The praise went directly to Bob’s crotch, and I began to feel the dent in his pants grow against the top of my thigh.

He whined against my open mouth as I gently rubbed my thigh against his semi hard cock, my throat swallowing his noises.

“You want more of her, don’t you Bob?”

Bob gulped.

“Yeah…”

His strong fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he whimpered hungrily against my lips.

“Why don’t you take her shirt off.”

Bob yanked his mouth from my face. With a bright red flush on his cheekbones, he looked utterly adorable. His eyes made nervous contact with mine as his heart continued to race beneath my palm, his breath bated.

Bob made no attempt to conceal his desire.

“Can I… Can I take your shirt off?”

He mumbled almost incoherently, blinking rapidly as his wet tongue trailed over his swollen bottom lip.

“Yes. Please do Bob.”

Bob kept an anxious eye on me as his soft palms yanked my shirt from the waistband of my Jean shorts. Bob dragged the fabric up, over my bra and over my head with trembling hands. He let it fall to the floor, his gaze unable to hold mine now that he had a clear view of me in my bra.

He was embarrassed to stare longingly at me and take in the view in front of him. So he kept jerking his gaze upwards to meet my eyes, only to have his head tilt downwards to stare dumbfounded at my chest.

“Take her bra off Bob, then take as long as you want to gawk as her tits.”

Hangman's voice was low and sultry. This situation provided him more arousal than he originally expected.

Bob hesitated, his hands gripping at the sides of his pants.

“Don’t be scared.”

I whispered sensually, gently taking one of his tense hands in mine and bringing it up to rest on my shoulder, his tender fingertips brushing over my bra strap.

Bob exhaled shakily, dragging the strap down my shoulder until it hung limply around my bicep. He repeated his actions with the other strap before bringing both of his hands behind my back. Bob wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing us together until our chests were flush. His racing heart beat against my clothed breasts and his heavy breaths bounced around my skull, clouding my thoughts until the only thing on my mind was Bob’s gentle touches.

He unhooked the band, and my bra fell to the ground in front of me with a soft thud. I stepped back, giving Bob a view of my now fully exposed breasts.

He stared longingly, his pupils blown with arousal as he nibbled on his bottom lip to release a bit of the nervous tension.

Bob shifted his stance, hoping to relive some of the aching pulsing inside his painfully hard cock.

I should feel uncomfortable. I was half naked in the presence of two men. But between my loving boyfriend and Bob’s innocent gaze, I felt… oddly comfortable.

“Touch them.”

Hangman demanded. Bob kept his gaze focused on my breasts, his hands gradually raising until they hovered inches over my skin. I assisted him, placing my hands over the back of his palms and pushing his hands forward until his soft fingers wrapped around my breasts. The heel of his palms brushed against my nipples, and they hardened quickly under his touch.

“Knead them.”

Bob took Hangman's instruction, pressing the heel of his palm more aggressively against my hardened nipples, tightening his fingertips before slowly releasing his grasp.

“Bob…”

I groaned, throwing my head back to show him how good his hands felt wrapped around my sensitive breasts.

“Harder, please.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

My fingernails dug into the back of Bob's palms as he squeezed harder.

“Yes… just like that, good job.”

I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure traveling straight to my core, wetness pooling inside my panties.

“Do you wanna eat her out Bob?”

“I-“

Bob’s voice broke off.

“I-I don’t know how to do that.”

He stuttered.

“Try it. I can show you if you’d like.”

Hangman was unable to hide his arousal, his tone dripping with lust. He didn't want to be on the sidelines any longer; he wanted to be in the thick of things.

“Why don’t you take off your shirt, Bob?”

Bob's hands froze and his breath caught in his throat. My eyes opened seductively, flashing Bob my desire-blown pupils.

“Can I take your shirt off?”

I asked, echoing Bob's earlier inquiry.

Bob gulped, his bottom lip trembling. He smacked his jaw shut, attempting to conceal his nervousness.

“Yes… please do.”

Bob’s tone was docile, his timid gaze unable to stay fixed in one position for long.

Well, he’d always be a sub, that’s for sure. But knowing how to pleasure his partner would greatly assist him in life.

I slowly unbuttoned the top button, threading the smooth plastic through the fabric's holes one by one until Bob's white undershirt was exposed. To avoid overwhelming Bob with intense eye contact, I kept my gaze fixed on his covered torso. He shook his shoulders, his shirt gliding down his arms, the fabric gently smacking against the floor. Even though a thin layer of clothing obscured the full extent of his glory, I could tell he had some mean muscles beneath his tank.

My hungry fingertips grasped the hem of his white fitted tank top and dragged it over his head, exposing his toned chest for my eyes to drink in.

My fingers spread across his pecs, my palms slowly dragging down his stomach, his abdomen clenching under my hot touch. My gaze followed the path of my hands, taking in his swole body until it was drawn to his shaggy happy trail. As my fingertips brushed across his lower abdomen, the veins that dipped below the waistband of his beige pants pulsed. The blood rushing to his cock as the tent in his pants grew even more prominent.

“Fuck Bob… your muscles are almost as good as Hangman’s.”

I said seductively while dragging my wet tongue along my lower lip.

Hangman grumbled.

“Come on Y/N. There’s no way in hell he looks better than me.”

I twisted my head to the side, rolling my eyes at Hangman.

“Notice how I said almost.”

I swung my head around to face Bob, who was smiling softly at the compliment. I winked with the eye that was the furthest away from Hangman, keeping Bob guessing as to who I thought looked better naked.

“Alright Robert…”

I pushed my hands further downwards until my grasp connected with his thick leather belt.

“You wanna go down on me now?”

I batted my eyes at him, staring longingly at him through my lashes. As he swallowed the rapidly growing pools of saliva collecting inside his mouth, Bob's Adam apple pulsed nervously.

“Y-yes.”

I backed up until my knees slammed against Bob's bed frame, launching me into a sitting position. “Lemme show you how it’s done Robert.”

Now it was Hangman's turn to join in on the action.

Hangman waved away a half-naked Bob Floyd and hunched over into a kneeling position. He tilted his head upwards to meet my gaze, a sly grin playing on the corners of his mouth.

“How are ya doing baby girl?”

Hangman inquired, popping my jean shorts open and gradually unzipping my fly.

“Amazing.”

“Good.”

Hangman snagged a finger in the waistband of both my shorts and panties, dragging them down my legs with ease. His intense gaze remained fixed on mine, heightening the excitement already coursing through my veins.

“Watch and learn Robert.”

Hangman's voice fell to a sultry whisper as he threw my knees over his shoulders, his face inching impossibly closer to where I craved him most. Jake kissed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with hot, open mouthed kisses, leaving a wet trail of saliva in his wake.

The dull ache in my cunt had transformed into a throbbing, painful pinch reverberating throughout my body with every beat of my heart. Hangman would bring his mouth centimeters from my pulsing heat before dragging his tongue back along my thigh to restart the painful teasing process.

“Jake… please I’m aching for your mouth.”

My hand intertwined with the short strands of his bright blonde hair as I begged pathetically.

I leaned back, my opposite arm supporting my torso as I lazily bucked my hips forward to push Hangman towards my throbbing pussy.

“Make her beg for it Bob, don’t give her what she wants right away.”

I glanced down at Hangman, who looked absolutely stunning with his gorgeous face in between my thighs, his lips wet with his own saliva.

His plush mouth hovered over my wet pussy in anxious anticipation, waiting for me to speak before he gave me what he knew I was desperate for.

“Please… Jake I need your mouth, I need your tongue to make me cum.”

“That’s more like it.”

He said slyly before diving his face in between my thighs, maintaining fierce eye contact as he vigorously pleasured me with his warm mouth.

“Use your tongue Bob, keep trying different things until she’s showing you how good you make her feel.”

He mumbled instructions almost incoherently against my clit.

Hangman flicked the tip of his tongue agaisnt my clit in demonstration. I convulsed, my back arching as my hand tightened in Jake’s scalp. Hangman hollowed his cheeks to increase the suction as he sucked mercilessly on my swollen clit.

“Fuck… she’s soaking Bob, what the hell did you do?”

Hangman asked with a chuckle before returning his attention to my soaking cunt. He licked a long stripe from the base of my folds to my clit, drinking in my juices hungrily.

“I think it was mostly you Hangma-“

“Don’t sell yourself short buddy.”

Hangman pulled his lips off my pussy with a soft pop, pushing my knees off his strong shoulders as I groaned anxiously at the loss of pleasure.

“Why don’t we let Bob make you cum.”

Hangman comforted me by rubbing his calloused palms against the tops of my thighs. Although the close proximity of his thick fingers to my aching heat just heightened my desire for him.

Hangman stood, forcing me to release my death grip on his hair as he gradually rose to his feet. I utilized both my hands to hold my torso upwards as I was now eye level with the prominent tent in his pants. God, he was not making this teasing game any easier for me.

Hangman took a step backwards until he was completely engulfed by the shadows of Bob's bedroom.

“Robert…”

I said, refocusing my eyes on Bob while spreading my legs further to encourage him.

Bob was standing with both his hands placed over the incredibly obvious tent in his pants as if I hadn’t seen his painfully hard erection only moments before.

“Now it’s your turn.”

I said lightly, attempting to alleviate some of the tension in the room in order to make this situation more comfortable for Bob.

“Okay… I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

Bob shuffled across his carpet, kneeling directly in front of my spread legs, mirroring Hangman’s position. I tousled Bob's perfectly coiffed hair with my hand, attempting to reassure him.

Bob raised his head to meet my eyes. His gaze was unsure, but I could sense the veiled arousal beneath his soft eyes.

“Guide me please.”

I smiled at his desire to please.

“I will, don’t worry.”

Bob threw my knees over his bare shoulder, mirroring Hangman's exact position as he began placing gentle kisses along my inner thighs. Bob's mouth was much more reserved than Hangman's, but this was primarily due to his lack of confidence. His kisses were pecks as opposed to Hangman’s hot, wet, arousing kisses.

“Be confident Bob, you're doing great.”

I whispered reassuringly.

Bob shifted his hips, his erection becoming painful. He began spreading his lips along my sensitive inner thighs, his kisses slowly gaining passion.

I sighed, relishing the feeling of Bob’s hot breath fanning against my skin.

“Please Bob… please make me cum.”

Bob’s hands shook against my thighs, his nervousness now becoming prominent as we took the night a step further. He kept his gaze fixed on his actions, using all of his concentration to expertly plan out his moves.

Bob dragged his mouth against my hot skin, his lips now painfully close to my core.

“Bob… please, I want your mouth on my pussy.”

I gasped, the intense throbbing in my cunt reaching its peak. Bob placed his lips on my pussy, missing my clit by a centimeter.

I tugged his head upwards.

“Bring your head up just a lit-“

Bob raised his mouth, the suction being applied to my clit perfectly, the pleasure ending my sentence prematurely.

“Oh fuck…”

I threw my head back, tightening my grasp on Bob’s soft strands of hair. He flattened his tongue against multiple parts of my cunt before pressing firmly against my swollen bud.

“Bob. Jesus!”

Once he was locked in the rhythm, he was utterly unstoppable. Bob hungrily sucked at my clit, hollowing his cheeks while trying different methods to utilize his tongue.

The pulsing inside my pussy had gradually morphed into an intense pinch, indicating that my orgasm was just around the corner.

“Bob… that feels so fucking good. You’re such a good boy, such a good listener.”

Bob groaned against my clit, the vibrations involuntarily causing me to buck my hips desperately against his mouth.

“Use your fingers Bob, help her out a little.”

“I-I don’t-“

“Just try Robert, I’ll tell you what feels good.”

I thrusted Bob’s head back towards my core. He gasped before effortlessly slipping back into a rhythm. My eyes squeezed closed as I felt the tip of Robert’s pointer finger prod against my entrance.

My orgasm was close, but I needed a push. I needed Bob’s fingers to shove me over the edge into the senseless state of euphoria.

My fave relaxed, focusing on the sensations Bob provided me to provide him constructive criticism.

Bob slipped a finger into me, thrusting it forward and backwards.

“Add another finger.”

He thrusted a second sigit inside of my cunt, using my slick to lubricate his fingers.

“Curl them when they’re deep in me.”

Bob curled his thick fingers against my spongy walls. My limbs clenched at the spontaneity of his actions, my eyes rolling to the back of my head so far they could see my brain.

“Yes… that’s it. Good boy, Bob, keep going just like that.”

Bob glanced at me through his lashes, hoping for praise to reassure him that he was behaving appropriately. I ran my hand through his hair, noticing a few stray strands falling to rest against his brow.

“You’re doing so good… keep going just like that.”

Bob’s mouth and fingers suddenly became desperate, the desire to make me cum obscuring his brain. His eyes remained focused on me, watching as my face contorted into any natural expression as he flicked my clit with shocking expertise.

I was unable to moan. I could only gasp and buck my hips desperately against his face as the desire to cum became overwhelming. Every nerve ending was ablaze as Bob hungrily attacked my pussy, his confidence now high.

“You’re gonna make me cum… God, you’re such a good boy.”

My stomach was tight, uncomfortably tight.

“Make me cum Bob.”

I demanded. And with that, the pace of Bob’s fingers became superhuman as he drove me right over the edge.

The tension in my abdomen released, my neck fully exposed as I came. My cunt clenched desperately around Bob’s fingers as my back arched.

“Keep going… help me fully finish, but slow down.”

Bob slowed to a snail's pace, my orgasm now mellowing.

“Alright.”

I murmured, throwing my head forward to meet Bob’s soft eyes.

“That’s enough.”

Bob pulled away, the cool air hanging in the room clinging to my pussy. The chill was a stark contrast to Bob’s warm mouth, a chill running along my spine.

“Was… was I good?”

He murmured meekly, his gaze fixed on mine. Even after he made me come he still continued to seek praise. I released his hair, tenderly cupping his face and brushing the pad of my thumb against his cheekbone, smiling softly.

“You were excellent. You’re a great listener Robert.”

Bob smiled, his grin mirroring the goofy smile he gave me in the bar, when our conversation was purely casual. It warmed my heart to see him so comfortable with the idea of sex.

To think he was a complete virgin only hours ago.

“Wow… that was quite a show you guys.”

I glanced over at Hangman, who was sitting Indian style on the carpeted floor. His erection had somehow grown since the last time I had been face to face with his cock.

“You’re a little hard there, Jake.”

I joked. Hangman scoffed, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“It’s my turn to fuck my girlfriend.”

Hangman hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, not even trying to hide the fact he was anxious to fuck me. I returned my attention to Bob, delicately dragging my hand through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp.

“Watch Hangman. He’s done this a few times before.”

Bob scoffed, widening his smile to showcase his pearly whites.

“Alright.”

He agreed, shifting himself backwards until he was sitting a few feet away from me. I glanced back at Hangman, who was now fully naked.

Oh God, I swear everytime Hangman peels off his clothes I almost can’t believe he’s a real person and not some sort of Roman god.

He was tall, with a broad, muscular back and a well-defined chest. His abdomen was carved out of stone. And don’t even get me started on his cock. It was gloriously thick, with several veins that only became pronounced once he was thoroughly aroused. He was now fully hard, his swollen pink tip glistening with small beads of precum.

“Alright Y/N, let’s give Bob a show, shall we?”

I tore my eyes away from my boyfriend's perfectly sculpted cock.

“Let’s do it.”

I agreed, perhaps a little too eagerly. Hangman quickly shuffled to the side of the bed, crawling over my body. I was taken aback by his suddenness, our chests now flush together. Hangman hiked one of my legs up to his torso, utilizing my slickness to slide smoothly in between my folds.

“Ah!”

I squeezed my eyes shut and dug my nails into Hangman's muscular bicep. The pleasure of his cock stretching my walls slamming into me like a freight train.

“Fuck, Hangman! Warn a girl next time!”

Hangman glanced to his side where Bob was positioned on the floor, his eyes wide as he observed the scene.

“Don’t do that Bob. I’m just a little antsy tonight.”

Hangman buried his face in the crook of my neck, nibbling on my earlobe as he snapped his hips forward.

“Jake… fuck your so big.”

I praised him despite knowing I would most likely not cum, and Hangman would leave me with Bob to finish me off.

Not that I was complaining. Hell, Bob was a natural.

“You’re so tight, you take my cock so well.”

Hangman’s raspy chest voice buzzed inside my skull as I began to feel his thick cock twitching inside of me. The pulsing of his cock caused his tip to brush against my g spot, the coil inside my lower abdomen tightening rapidly.

“I’m gonna cum baby.”

“Me too.”

“Don’t cum. Save it.”

I groaned, slamming the back of my head against the pillows on Bob’s bed.

“Don’t worry baby girl, Bob’ll make you feel real good.”

I bit my bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as I tried desperately not to cum all over Hangman's throbbing cock.

“You have such a good pussy, so nice and tight.”

“Hangman if you keep speaking I’m gonna cum.”

Hangman shut up, his chest heaving with desire, his heavy breaths echoing inside my brain.

With one more brutal thrust, and one more twitch of his cock, he painted my walls with his hot cum. Hangman pulled out the moment he found his release, leaving me empty and unsatisfied.

“Ugh. If Bob wasn’t here I’d be pissed at your sorry ass.”

Hangman chuckled and began to redress, exposing his muscular back to me as he yanked his boxers up his thick thighs. Bob and I kept a close eye on him, waiting for him to give us a command. Hangman could feel both pairs of eyes burning into his bare back.

“Well don’t wait for me, get on with the show!”

Hangman's deep voice echoed throughout the small room, jolting Bob and me out of our stupors. I averted my gaze from Hangman's broad back to take in Bob positioned timidly on the floor.

“Well… that was grossly underwhelming, definitely not one of Hangman's five star performances.

“It’s Bob’s night Y/N! Don’t be selfish!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Wanna help finish me off?”

I inquired, suggestively wiggling my eyebrows. Bob nodded vigorously, his hands anxiously fidgeting with his tight pants.

“Yes, I would.”

Bob stood to his full height.

“You should take off your pants.”

I braced myself on both elbows, giving my eyes the ideal angle to watch Bob strip.

“Okay.”

Bob's hands shook as he nervously undid his belt buckle, a task that took far longer than expected. With a satisfying whoosh, he yanked the belt from the loops. Bob unbuttoned his pants, eagerly pulling both his pants and his boxers down his legs to expose his painfully hard cock.

My eyes widened.

“Wow Robert…”

His large hands should've given me a hint.

His cock was already twitching and he hadn’t even been inside of me yet, the beads of precum slowly dripping down his long shaft.

I tore my eyes away from Bob’s cock as to not overwhelm him with my intense gaze.

“Come here.”

I said firmly as I watched Bob shuffle timidly towards the edge of the bed. As he approached, I laid back and stared blankly at the ceiling, pretending my heart wasn't racing with excitement.

Bob swung a leg over my body, settling between my thighs. I locked eyes with Bob, making sure to keep my stare soft in order to comply with his tender gaze.

“Don’t worry about me Bob, I’ll speak up if you’re doing anything wrong.”

Bob pursed his lips into a firm smile and nodded slowly and deliberately. I threw my arms lazily around his wide shoulders, spreading my legs further to allow him easy access to my core.

“I’ll just…”

His voice trailed off as he glanced downwards to the space in between our bodies.

“Go really slow… if-if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.”

“Okay…”

Bob murmured under his breath, extending a hand downwards to wrap around his shaft. He brought it towards my entrance, my eyes fluttering shut as his swollen tip gently brushed against my clit.

He rolled his hips forward, his tip piercing my entrance.

Bob’s head collapsed against my shoulder with a strained gasp, his entire body trembling with sudden overstimulation. He pushed himself farther into me until his cock was about halfway inside.

Fortunately, I was stretched out from my previous ordeal with Hangman. So I could devote all of my energy to remaining calm and collected for Bob.

Bob’s breathing was shaky, his diaphragm trembling as he explored new territory.

“Bob… take your time.”

I whispered softly, rubbing a comforting hand along the smooth plane of his back.

“No… it’s just…”

Bob gulped, his voice shaking from overstimulation.

“It feels really good.”

He lazily rolled his hips forward, pushing his cock forward until he was balls deep inside of me. I hooked my legs onto his waist, assisting the beginning of his rhythm as much as I possibly could.

“Go slow.”

I realized against the bed, allowing Bob to use my body to familizarize himself with sex. Bob pulled out, jerkingly shoving his length back inside of my wet cunt.

“Find a rhythm Bob, roll your hips.”

Hangman chimes in.

Bob’s chest was pressed flush against mine, the hurried vibrations of his strong heart rattling my insides.

“Take a deep breath.”

Bob inhaled, fighting against his tense diaphragm. He held it, before releasing a smooth and even breath.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“Okay, now fuck me please.”

Bob chuckled nervously, beginning a more fluid rhythm with his hips. He was now calm, completely in the zone.

“Can you go faster Bob?”

I asked, slowly losing my rationality as Bob’s thick cock pumped inside of me.

“Yes. I-I think I can.”

Bob gulped, quickening his pace, his balls smacking against my wet cunt and producing an almost pornographic sound.

“S-snap your hips forwards.”

My voice droned off, arching my back until my front pressed against Bob’s strong chest. He pulled back before quickly snapping his hips forward. Now, he was finally putting those well defined muscles to good use.

“That’s good Bob… really fucking good.”

The praise traveled straight to his cock, his length twitching inside of me.

“Harder, please.”

I begged, Bob’s cock making me dizzy as the blood rushed to my cunt.

My legs were doing nothing except resting comfortably around his muscular waist, Bob had taken complete control of the situation.

Bob went harder, his tip now slamming into my g spot with every brutal thrust. I threw my head backwards against the soft pillows, gasping incoherently as my lower abdomen clenched with pleasure.

“Like that Bob, just like that. Fuck, keep going.”

I pulled Bob impossibly closer to me, whimpering and knitting my brow as Bob’s cock twitched uncontrollably inside of me. His chest heaved as he struggled to fill his lungs.

“Look at her Bob, watch her as she cums.”

Bob pulled back shakily, connecting our eyes as he wrestled to maintain his vigorous rhythm.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

I agreed, far too quickly.

“Good… you-you feel really good.”

God, Bob wasn’t lasting much longer. His voice was completly fucked out and his knees were trembling as he struggled to maintain composure, a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow. Then again, I wasn't far behind him.

“Bob… don’t strain yourself… cum if you need to.”

“But I don-“

“Don’t worry… you’re fucking me so good I’ll be right behind you.”

Bob furrowed his brow, using the last bit of his energy to focus on the last few pleasure filled thrusts.

His hot breath fanned across my face, the tips of our noses brushing against each other as Bobs cock brutually attacked my pussy.

“Y/N…”

Bob’s voice trailed off. I allowed any expression to wash over my face as the last brutal thrust of Bob’s thick cock sent me straight into a state of undisturbed nirvana.

I convulsed, uttering Bob’s name as my pussy clenched around his thick shaft.

Bob came right after me, his sticky cum painting my walls as his body fell limp against my hot torso, My tight cunt milking the last of Bob’s orgasm.

My brain was hazy, my gaze clouded as I suddenly felt very loose, my muscles spontaneously relaxing.

I glanced over at Hangman, who was slurping the last of his beer.

“You okay Bob?”

I gently traced the planes of his back with my fingernails.

“Y'know. I-I didn’t think I’d end the night… not a virgin.”

Bob chuckled against my neck.

“I didn’t know you started the night a virgin.”

Hangman said from afar.

We all laughed together, enjoying the now-light atmosphere. Hangman smacked his thighs and sighed deeply, signaling the end of the night.

“Well… enjoy not being celibate Bob.

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"lake" jake "hangman" seresin x female reader

from author: i kinda hate this, i write this when i was in bad mood and i thought it would come out better - but i want post something so i hope you will like this i was inspired by a scene from "grown up"

tw: mention of sex, being horny? threats in the direction of the aviator - sorry I suck at giving tw

You were sitting with Phoenix and Penny drinking beer when you heard Jake calling you. He and Rooster were teaching Bob to play basketball. It was a funny sight because Jake was impatient and Bradley was understanding and patient , they were like fire and water.

Nevertheless all members of the dagger squad were relaxed and happy, you finally were on vacation. You decided to rent a house on the lake together and spend this time in each other's company before they send you off to the other side of the world again. And you also celebrated Maverick's retirement and his relationship with Penny.

So on these sunny days, you barbecued, drank beer, danced, swam in the lake and played basketball - which Maverick was not happy because he thought his dogfight game was better than some basketball.

Returning, Jake was on the basketball court yelling your name, just like a little kid calling his mom to see him throw to the basket. But Jake was not a little kid, oh no he was shirtless guy with great abs, very hot view. Your favorite sight.

“Honey look” He stood with his back to the basket, smiling in that cocky way of his

He threw the ball to the basket and you saw perfectly how his muscles tightened, how the sweat on his torso glowed in the sunlight. It hit without a hitch, and you've been hit by your own lust. He knew what he was doing, he knew that in a moment you would go to the house and he would follow you. And it would end in the best way for both of you.

And you knew he was just as horny as you are and doing everything to drag you into the bedroom. There's no way he'd play with you like that, over your dead body.

Yeah you two like to compete, at work, in the kitchen or in bed - that's why you were so perfect for each other, and your relationship is so loving and passionate.

You took off his old t-shirt under which you had a black bikini, he loves that bikini.

“I am going swimming in the lake, are you coming with me? “ You ask Phoenix and Penny, they said “no” with smirks on their faces, they knew what you were doing.

You bent down towards the pitch picking up a t-shirt from the ground. You felt his gaze on you until you jumped into the water. When you surfaced he was already going into the water. You laughed seeing his angry face, you did quite well in this game of yours "Who Will Be More Horny At The End Of The Day".

“Hey honey, congrats you perfect throw” You said with big smile, playing stupid is always the best in this game.

“You are really bad for me, you know what you are doing to me?” He said with seriousness swimming up to you.

“I don’t understand, i just congratulated you”

He grabbed your hips and drew them to his chest, and you thanked in your heart for the big bushes that covered the lake, so your friends could see complete nothing. You knew how it ends for you.

His fingers descended to the lower part of your bikini, in a moment you were already wearing only a bikini top.

He smiled and said “Still don’t know?” You nod still playing. “Oh honey i will help you to find the answer”

Just as his fingers were about to take effect, Bradley ran out from behind the bushes shouting in your direction.

“HANGMAN YOUR CAR IS ON FIRE!”

“WHAT” You both shout with shock in your face.

Jake handed you your panties and you left the lake in a hurry. You ran towards the car, with nothing happening to it. With confusion you looked at Rooster, who with laughter was now high-fiving Fanboy and Coyote.

"Sorry we bet that I would be able to interrupt your sex in the lake and it worked out, but it was Coyote's idea, not mine!" Rooster explained with a pause for laughter.

"Jake if only you had seen your min " said the originator of their fun.

" Y/N hold me or I'll kill them right now.”

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend face. He was so angry and horny at this point that he looked hilarious.

"Wow even you are with them, oh no it won't be like that" He stated and took himself by the hips, threw himself on his back and shouted in the direction of the aviators.

"Now just try to interrupt and your cars will really be on fire." You laughed even louder when Bradley's face went all white. He loved his car.

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bucky-barnes-lover · 9 months

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Please send requests.

I have been a bit busy with uni, but I have major writers block.

Please send me requests. I am happy to write what you want.

Preferably:

Marvel x fem reader. Any character, I dont mind.

Happy to write smut but it won't be AWESOME.

I will happily take moodboard suggestions, drabbles or H.C.

Not into writing a series atm. When I figure out how to add links, I will take series reqs.

Happy to write for Top gun, Harry Potter, Outerbanks, MCU, Chris Evans,Sebastian Stan and Henry Cavill characters aswell.

NOT GORY OR VIOLENT REQUESTS. I DO NOT WRITE THREESOMES. ONLY X FEM READER UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.

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labarboteuse · 2 years

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Shattered souls

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x expilot!fem!reader (no use of YN)

Summary: One mistake, three destroyed lives, a lost love, they will have to rebuild themselves. This is the story of two shaken beings.

Warnings: angst, death, physical wounds, trauma, swearing, very long post, maybe inaccurate things about the Navy (I really don't know much about it sorry), English isn't my first language so for sure grammatical mistakes

"Jake!"

She felt a weight crush her chest and jerked upright under the pain, her heartbeat ringing in her ears. The presence of the sheet under her hand reminded her that she was in her room. Staring at the darkness in front of her she tried to regain her normal breath. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table to her right told her that it was only five o'clock in the morning, eighteen minutes to be exact. Her sigh broke the silence that reigned and with one hand she removed the sheet before getting out of bed. Grabbing her robe from the chair in the corner of the room, she left it to go to the kitchen. She didn't need to turn on the light, the coffee machine's indicator light was bright enough for her to use. While the coffee was brewing, she leaned against the counter of the central island, slipping her cold hands into the pockets of her bathrobe to warm them up. Staring blankly into the darkness and silence of the night, her dark thoughts found their way, that they knew all too well into her mind. The beep of the machine indicating that the coffee was ready made her raise her head, she took the cup with both hands to enjoy the warmth of it and leaned on the central island, leaning on her elbows, facing the window observing the streetlamp on the other side of the street whose light was oscillating.

"Alright alright! I'll bet you twenty bucks that she'll turn you down before the end of the night!" She giggled as her friend and navigator jostled her by pushing her on the shoulder making her stagger to the side and bump into someone.

"Be careful pretty, I hope you don’t fly as you walk." Mocked the blond Ken that she collided before resuming his way. She looked at him moved away taken aback.

"Who's that one? I've never seen him on base." She turned her head to Billy who shook his head signifying that he didn't know who it was either.

"This one is Hangman." Said Shark who had slipped up behind them without them feeling him coming and startled them. "He just arrived, replacing Sunrise who broke his arm."

"Wait what, how did he do it?"

"He wanted to do trampoline at his little nephew's birthday party. He jumped too hard and ejected and landed against the fence, well actually going through the neighbor's fence to be exact."

The pilot and her navigator looked at him in surprise, a completely stupid look on their faces.

"So he's the one who's going to replace him, Sunrise isn't here to come back at the moment. Jake Seresin, that's his name, that guy is arrogant, nobody can stand him where he comes from." He continued.

"What a beautiful portrait, it makes you want to know him."

The three went back to their planes. As they were about to take their seats, their superior came trotting up to them.

"Touchdown! Sunshine!"

"Yes sir."

"You must have heard that Sunrise wouldn’t be with us for a while, nothing changes for you, his replacement takes his place as a wingman."

The two looked at each other sharply, how stupid had they been not to make the connection when Shark had told them about him a few minutes earlier? From the top of her ladder ready to take her place at the front she saw Jake further away wink at her with a sly smile. It was promising.

Turning off the shower faucets she grabbed her towel and tied it around herself, went to the medicine cabinet above the sink to get her cream, and ran her hand over the foggy glass once it was closed. She looked at herself for a moment in the mirror, swivelling her chest to observe the huge scar that had been part of her for two years now. She brushed it with her fingertips before lowering her eyes and going to her room to get ready.

As she did every Wednesday morning, she went to the local church for the meeting that took place in a room adjacent to the religious building. As usual, she warmly greeted the men and women who, like herself, were attending the meeting, some of whom were just partners in suffering, others had became friends who had found each other and created a bond based on mutual suffering. All the people present at this meeting had suffered a trauma in their lives, all as varied as each other, but which allowed them to understand and help each other in the painful ordeals that followed.

She took off her jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, the same chair for the past two years, a creaky old folding chair with a cracked brown leather seat. Always in the same place, in the same circle, surrounded by the same people.

"Sunshine and Touchdown? Where do you get names like that?" Jake's voice came over the radio and Billy could feel his friend rolling her eyes. "Come on what, we're going to get really close over the next few weeks, maybe months. How about we get to know each other." The young woman winced at the word "months", she wanted her wingman back, her habits, she hated change and especially, new things. Yes, Sunshine was a person who was perfectly happy in her habits and her comfort.

"Billy was one of the best players on his college American football team, and he's a big fan to this day." Her melodious laughter filled the cabin and the radio as Billy took offense, the pleasant sound making Jake smile.

"One of the best?! I was THE best, the handsome player, I could have been a star myself ma'am."

"And Sunshine where did that come from?"

"She's the sunshine of the base." Billy cut her off as she was about to retort. "A real ray of sunshine that little piece of woman."

"Stop it Billy, that's not true."

"Of course you do! You're always in a good mood, always smiling, and everyone finds it a pleasure to hear your cheerful tone and laughter over the radio when we're on mission."

She felt her cheeks catch fire and put her cold fingers on her cheek to cool down.

"Embarrassed Sunshine?" Jake's mocking tone rang in her ears and she turned her head to the left to see his plane next to theirs, a perfect but mocking wide smile on his face and she flipped him off for any response which made him burst out laughing.

Contrary to what she could have thought from the portrait that had been drawn of Jake, the young woman supported him rather well, obviously with a point of exasperation in certain moments, but she had to admit that he had a certain charm that she wouldn’t have known for all that to describe, but the Texan didn’t leave her indifferent. The two pilots spent their time sparring and jabbing at each other, mostly with a smile, until one day one of the spats ended unexpectedly.

"You are so condescending and lacking in discernment!" She exclaimed exasperated by his behavior.

His legendary cocky smirk on his face, his hands in the pockets of his flightsuit, following her on her tail through the corridor.

"Would I have lacked discernment with you sweetheart?"

She made volt face what he didn’t expect and had just the time to stop himself not to enter in collision with her, and she was now almost against him. She raised her head to address him because he was a good head taller than her. Their two faces were only a short distance from each other. An impassive air on her face, a soft glance and a smirk on his.

"Why do you always have to look so flirty Seresin." Her voice was low, giving a certain intimacy to their closeness.

"Always, you sure?"

"I've always seen that look on your face, a face I often hold back from hitting."

"Maybe you've always seen me with that look on my face because that's the one I'm willing to give you." His seductive tone provoked shivers in her neck and she rolled her eyes ready to turn her heels to move away from him. Nevertheless before she could make any gesture he brought a hand in her neck and put his lips on hers. Surprised, she widened her eyes and felt Jake smiling against her lips. He was insufferable, but at the same time he attracted her like a magnet. Her hand slid down his neck and she stood on tiptoe as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She would have let herself choke for lack of air not to have to break this kiss. A throat clearing was heard and they parted in surprise, but not without Jake pulling his arm from her waist. She looked at Billy who was with a few meters of them and who had just surprised them, then her glance settled on the arm of Jake that she pushed back abruptly.

The three of them looked at each other not knowing what to say and then finally Billy broke the awkward silence.

"Okay I'm definitely not a fan of what I just saw to be honest and I hope to erase it from my memory soon." She bit the inside of her cheek, why did she feel embarrassed? She was of age and vaccinated, right? She could do whatever she wanted. "But if it means you'll be watching over her even more she's in the air, that's fine with me." He finished before passing by them to continue his route, gently squeezing the arm of his friend while passing by her.

Hands clasped on her knee, legs crossed, her gaze fell on the person in front of her, a newcomer, someone who had been unlucky, someone who would be scarred for life, someone who would never be the same. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her head towards Denise who leaned towards her.

"Would you join us for coffee after the meeting?" She whispered to her and when she looked up her eyes caught the faces of Barry and Shirley behind her neighbor who were watching her waiting for her answer.

"Sure." She whispered in turn causing smiles on all three faces to which she responded with a slight smile and returned her attention to the newcomer who was finishing telling his story.

The door at the back of the room creaked and a cold wave swept into the room, Curtis, who was leading the meetings and had been absent a few minutes before, hurried back to the middle of the circle, he glanced at the young woman, playing nervously with his fingers.

"Please excuse me, I was with a newcomer." He cleared his throat and turned to the door as a figure rushed in, Curtis desperately searched for her gaze and when he caught it, addressed her with a silent "I'm sorry." she frowned not understanding what he meant and was struck with dread when she saw the face of the person taking his place in the circle.

Sitting on the right side of the row next to Billy she saw Jake, sitting on the left a few rows ahead turn his head and wink at her, holding back a smile she pretended to look away which only widened the pilot's smile as he returned his attention to their superior.

"This is a reconnaissance mission prior to the decision of a possible attack. You will take off, perform your reconnaissance and return to the aircraft carrier. Touchdown, Sunshine and Hangman, that's for you, you'll board in two hours."

The pilot and navigator exchanged glances before getting up and leaving the room. As they left to retrieve their equipment wandering through the building, she felt a hand reach between her loins and Jake appeared beside her.

"It's all about reconnaissance. We'll be back as soon as we're gone." Said Billy.

That's what it should have been, a simple reconnaissance patrol.

Her heart was beating so fast and yet she had the feeling that it was no longer irrigating her brain. She sat back in her chair, resting her back against the backrest, her hands still crossed on her knee. She wasn’t able any more to think, wasn’t able any more to keep her attention on what it happened around her, the memories for which she put so much energy to keep buried in her went up to the surface, she knew this moment by heart. It lasted the moment of a flash but she felt it as if it had lasted for very long minutes.

"Thank you Ben for your testimony." Curtis' deep voice brought her back to the moment. It was his turn now, her gaze quickly found his to get lost in it, as if no time had passed, as if they had seen each other the day before, as if they hadn't gone through the horror that had knocked them both down.

When the meeting came to an end, everyone stood up and after greeting each other, headed for the exit.

"Don't wait for me, I'll be there as soon as I can." She addressed the small group that was waiting for her to go to the café, the one on the corner where they used to meet. They nodded and headed for the exit, leaving only the two of them, face to face, hands in his pockets, her fingers around her scarf, revealing the white knuckle of her fists clenched around the fabric.

"What are you doing here?"

What was ironic was that spending so much time on aircraft carriers, she still hadn't been able to get over the seasickness, ironic, right? For someone in the Navy, even though her role, fortunately, was to spend more time in the air than at sea.

"Shall we do karaoke night this weekend? Just so I can introduce you to Naomi, we'll do duets. You and Ken and Naomi and me." She laughed at Billy's naming of Ken for Jake, they had been dating for several months and Billy, moderately liking Jake, making an effort for his friend, still couldn't bring himself to call him by his first name.

"Maybe you could start by making an effort and calling him by his name." He pouted, which caused her to roll her eyes. As she was about to climb on the plane she heard Ken trotting towards her.

"Hey hey hey. You know we never leave like this without saying goodbye." She giggled.

"Jake we literally fly together, and we talk to each other over the radio." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"That's no reason, we may be together up there, but we're not physically together."

"God, he's even more annoying that way than when he's a dickhead”. Grumbled Billy who took his place at the back of the plane rolling his eyes of exasperation, what Jake didn’t pay attention to, too busy to scrutinize his girlfriend.

"I got your back." He added before placing a furtive kiss on her lips and joining his plane.

"Hey Cinderella, do you care to come up?" Billy called out to her, she looked up at him and grabbed the ladder to climb up.

"Why should I be Cinderella?"

"Hangman do you see anything?" She glanced to either side of the plane.

"Nop. All seems quiet. We do have the coordinates listed though."

"I don't like it." She muttered to herself.

"A hunch?" Asked Billy, who had learned over time to trust his friend's hunches.

"Yeah, and not a good one."

"Relax, everything will be fine, it's just a reconnaissance." He tried to convince her as much as for himself.

"I know a good way to relax." Jake's voice came over the radio, which had the effect of making her giggle and Billy mime a vomit. Her joyful laughter echoed through the radio to Jake's delight. Flying with them, he had quickly understood what the navigator had said the first time. A melodious, joyful, infectious laugh that had relaxed many on missions. Jake considered himself lucky to be able to enjoy it outside of these moments and better, to be the reason for her laughter even in some cases.

"If you're laughing that means it’s okay. I'm unbuckling myself to look further."

"Jake no, don't." Her laughter stopped short and she looked around for his plane.

"Everything is going to be fine sweetie, there is nothing to report obviously." He wanted to reassure her.

"Hangman you're a pain in the ass, don't do this to us."

"My presence reassures you Touchdown?" He teased.

"That's the whole point of your role dickhead." He replied scathingly.

"I'll be back in a flash." He steered to go in an opposite direction leaving them two, a hint of insecurity rising in her, Billy fulminating in the back.

"I swear, once we get on the ground I'm going to punch him in the face."

"This is the excuse you've been waiting for for months. Do you see anything?"

"No nothing." She sighed continuing her monitoring when Billy stirred behind her. "Shit."

"What?"

"We have two bandits coming our way."

He barely had time to look behind him when he saw two planes heading straight for them.

"Touchdown talk to me."

"There's one coming at five o'clock." He looked across the canopy. "The other one at seven. Shit! Hangman what the hell are you doing bringing your ass in!"

Everything happened very quickly, surrounded by the two, not being able to avoid them being on each side, she accelerated and tried to maneuver not to be hooked hoping that Jake intervenes very quickly.

"Hangman!"

"Sunshine I'm coming! I see them, I lock him, I shoot!" Jake, who had managed be on the tail of one of them, was able to stick to him and lock it before making a strike, but this one had time to shoot before being hit. By the time he could react, the second one had caught up with them and fired instantly, hitting its target in the heart. The first missile hit one of the engines which caught fire, the lights started to flash like a Christmas garland, and Sunshine tried as best she could to regain control of the plane without much success.

"I can't control it! I can't straighten!"

"Eject!" Jake yelled into the radio.

They didn't have time to do so as the second missile hit them dead center, taking out the end of the plane and the second engine, the back of the plane went up in flames, and she heard Billy screaming behind her, desperately trying to pull on the ejection seat suspensions.

"Request backup, request assistance, Touchdown and Sunshine are hit! Damn it hurry!"

"Billy! Billy!" Overwhelmed by panic her heart raced and tears began to blur her vision, raging on the suspensions. "Why isn't it working, Jake! Jake!"

Her laugh would never echo through the radio again.

When she woke up she was dazzled by the brightness of the room and had to blink several times to adjust. She felt a sharp pain run down her back and let out a groan of pain.

"Sweetheart."

That familiar voice was Jake's, who walked around the bed and came to stand next to her pressing a button on the headboard.

"It's morphine, it will help."

"Where am I?" She tried to look around her but her field of vision was restricted, lying on her side, she looked up at Jake who showed a serious face. Suddenly all took place again in her mind, she tried to straighten up abruptly and a cry of pain of her part pulled a grimace of pain to Jake devastated to see her in this state. The pain forced her to lie on her side. He sat down on the chair facing her and took her wrists in his hands, the palms of her hands being bandaged. In a last effort she had pulled as hard as she could on the suspensions that burned her palms before being ejected.

"You... You were able to eject in time. But the flames that had already reached the device burned your back.” She looked at him frightened, she didn't remember having the burning sensation in her back, maybe it had been because of the adrenaline. But if flames were so close to her to burn her, what about Billy?

The worried look she gave him made him understand what she was wondering and he shook his head silently. Tears began to stream down her face and she began to sob violently. Jake didn't know what to do, he leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of her head, a tear rolling down his cheek and crashing into her hair.

She wasn't sunshine anymore.

Her hard gaze met his, which she couldn't make out, was he sad? Sorry? Full of regret? All three at once?

"What are you doing here Jake?" She repeated wearily.

"I ... I don't know. This wasn't a good idea." He began to walk away with his hands in his jacket pockets.

"You know what wasn't a good idea?" He stopped short and lowered his head knowing very well what was coming next.

"That you're dropping us on this mission." He stared blankly at the ground. "That you leave me when I needed you the most after this."

"You were mad at me..."

"And you think that made it better?!" Her tone grew louder and more aggressive than she would have liked. "I would have learned to get over it Jake, you made a mistake, maybe it would have made a difference if you had stayed, or maybe they still would have had the upper hand, maybe we thought there was no danger, there could have been no danger." He lifted his head and pivoted toward her. "But you left me alone after that. I needed you Jake."

"I was so angry with myself that I couldn't inflict my presence on you every day. I thought it would be better for you, not to have the face of the man who killed your best friend constantly in front of you."

"It wasn't you who killed him Jake."

"But it's my fault."

A whirlwind of emotions formed inside her. It had been two years since she had seen him, she was torn between giving him a slap, ignoring him, throwing herself at his neck, screaming at him, it was perhaps the difficulty in choosing between all these possibilities that nailed her to the ground and that she was unable to move. Not even taking a step back when he came closer.

"I'm so sorry. I feel so bad if you knew."

And she realized that she wasn’t the only one to have suffered these last two years. But she had been lucky enough to be able to surround herself with people to learn how to rebuild herself, had he been able to do the same?

She was struck by his reddened eyes and tired face features, never had she seen him like this, he who had seemed so strong with her in the times that followed, before he left, and now he had the face of a man crushed by remorse. He who always had a cocky look and a frank smile.

"I hope you can forgive me one day, because I can't." His voice became weaker and almost died out at the end of his sentence. "I lost you, and it's probably the biggest disaster of my life.” He took a step closer to her only being a small space away forcing her to raise her head to look at him. "I need you, do you think you can ever forgive me?"

When he saw her raising the arm he closed the eyes expecting to receive a deserved slap. But she didn’t, with an unexpected softness, she put delicately her hand on his cheek that she caressed with her thumb, wiping a tear which traced its way. He opened his eyes to see her showing a light smile, filled with sadness. He took her hand in his to deposit a kiss inside her palm. Then when she passed her arms around his neck to tighten him against her, he buried his face in her hair and she slipped a hand in his as one comforts a child.

Two years had separated them, and despite any resentment she might have had towards him, it was all gone in an instant. They were two beings in love and torn, who had suffered and who would have to learn to heal, together.

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levirgil420 · 2 years

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Our saviour (TGM, comfort)

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Gn reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Synopsis: you comfort your boyfriend after a nightmare.

Tw: angst,hurt/comfort,nightmare, death,crying,fluffy ending

Note: Jake is a bit oc but I love soft Jake and no one can change my mind.

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Jake was petrified...

He didn't make it...he didn't save them...he lost them.

Jake see the F-14 explode with wide eyes, frozen in a shock stare before everything crashed on him letting out a scream of despair

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"NO !"

Jake jolted awake and you had never woken up so fast in your entire life. Immediately, you light up the room, approaching slightly the man on your left.

"Jake ?"

He didn't respond, too far gone to his nightmare, the image spinning in his own head, he couldn't hear your soft calls of his name.

Jake was trembling of fear, hyperventilating. You see tears rolling down his cheeks.

It was not a sight unknown to you, after the suicide mission, nightmares were part of his nightly routine and you know that Jake needed time before talking about it.

So you sit on your knees and take one of Jake's hand and kiss it lightly to try and ground him:

"Everything is fine Jake, take some deep breaths, in and out"

"I'm here, I'm not leaving you"

And you continue with small praises to help him as much as you can.

When you feel Jake's breathing return to a good rhythm with only silent tears on his beautiful face and him squeezing back your hand, you smile at him with a soft look:

Yn: "Hey love, wanna talk about it ?

Jake: I-I didn't make it this time, they're a-all dead and I couldn't save them...Rooster and Maverick I failed them...I killed our boyfriend and we lost him because of me, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

You've never seen your boyfriend so vulnerable, crying in your arms. It's killing you to see him like this.

Softly, your hands went to his face, wiping his tears.

Yn: "Jake, it was a nightmare. It's not real, you saved them Honey, they are alive thanks to you and your amazing pilot skills. You didn't fail them. I know it's hard but I'm still here, you're still here with me, Mav and Bradley are still here. You saved them they are okay"

Jake: But where's Roos ? He's not with us right now ! I-I-

Yn: Darling don't listen to your head. Brad is with Mav to spend the evening/night with him, remember ? I promise you they're okay but they need this time together and make their relationship stronger.

Jake: Yeah I know..."

He gives you a little smile for you to reciprocate with a sweet kiss on his cheek

Jake: "I'm sorry...

Yn: It's okay J, I'll always help you like you always help us. Now lay down with me, we need our beauty sleep. A must to be on the Top."

He laughs a little at your small joke, making you smile, and joining you under the blanket. Wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer to your body, Jake let his head rest on your chest, finding more comfort, thanks to your body's heat.

Jake:...Thank you.

Yn: It's my thing to help you and not only in the air. Now close your eyes, I'm not going anywhere Love.

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When Jake woke up this morning, he felt two set of arms around his body, making him a little confused. He recognised you immediately, head on his chest snoring softly. Before he could even move, the other set tighten his grip on his belly to cuddle more into Jake's neck, a tired "Baby, go to bed..." was heard in the bedroom.

Trying his best to let you sleep, Jake slowly turned his head and smiled when he saw the face of his boyfriend.

Jake: Roos ?

Bradley: Hey." Bradley smiled at him softly.

Jake: What are you doing here ? I thought you were with Pops

Bradley: Well yeah but you needed me more than anything sweetheart.

The pet name was originally just for teasing Jake but this time, Bradley use it with only affection and care for his lover, making him blush.

Jake: How did you know ? That I had a fucking bad nightmare.

Bradley: Well, our amazing partner was really worried so-

Yn: -So I texted Brad after you fell asleep.

They looked at you and a tired smile appeared on your face.

Yn: Good morning handsomes.

Bradley: Did you just woke up like that ?

Yn: You were very loud

Bradley: "Loud" my ass, I was whispering !

Jake: You're always loud Bradley.

A small blush appears on Bradley's face. You were smirking.

Yn: That's what she said.

Jake: Oh my- Loves not like that.

You laugh and Bradley hide his blushing face in Jake's hair, mumbling a "I hate you both". You respond by coming closer towards Jake's chest, trying to bring your arms around him and Bradley. Jake let you and Bradley squeeze him, bringing your bodies together with a soft smile and tears in his eyes:

Jake: I love you so much...You don't know how much I care about you and I'm so glad we're together. Tha-Thank you so much...

Yn: Hey hey baby...don't cry. We care so much about you and you can see how much we love you !

Bradley: It should be us thanking you...you literally saved my life ! You're our saviour Honey.

Jake: I love you so much...Both of you.

You can't help it and you let out a few tears yourself. Taking Jake's face in your hand, brushing his tears, you kiss his check and his lips softly, putting all your love. Bradley did the same with the same passion as you and you feel Jake rest in your arms.

Bradley: We love you so much Love.

Yn: We'll be here when you wake up Babe.

Jake:...Love you both more.

"Our saviour"

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Thank you so much for reading this !I hope you enjoyed this story !

Sorry for my mistakes, english is not my first language :)

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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Hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3

Xoxo

thank you for reading <3

there's something rooted deeply in your body that tells you crying is something to feel shameful about.

in your mind, you know it's not true- there's nothing shameful in being able to let your emotions out. but when you've been left to cry alone, it can get warped and the divide between your head and what your body feels is a lot to bridge.

you didn't expect jake to return from flight training so early.

you're sobbing on the bed, eyes swollen and puffy as your tears soak your pillow.

jake stumbles through your home on edge till he finds you. "suga'," he coos, boots and flight suit pulled off in record time as he comes to lay beside you.

"jake," you gasp, turning away from him as he gets close to you. "sorry," you whisper and your southern boyfriend frowns.

"for what?" he tries to lift your chin, but you keep it tucked protectively to your chest.

"crying." your voice is clogged with tears, head pounding as you withhold some of them.

"ain't nothing to be sorry for." jake says, drawing your body back into his as you remain faced away from him. "if you need t'cry, you cry suga. i ain't stopping you."

"really?" jake feels his heart break for the little you that had to cry on your own. he feels the splinters in his heart at your insecurity about it.

"look at me," he implores, voice calm and steady. you turn slowly, building up the courage to look at him. when you do he gives you a little smile.

"you don't have to feel any shame for crying. it's okay to cry and have other people see you cry; i promise."

you give him a messy nod and jake presses kisses to your sticky cheeks, holding you till all the tears are dry and you're yawning on his chest.

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years

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Silence - Hangman

Words: 5.4k+ Type: Smut & Fluff Summary: After a fight, Jake invades your morning routine. Warnings: Fem!Reader. Mentions of fighting and it is a petty fight that escalated. Silent treatment. Some childish behaviors from both characters. SMUT {shower sex, piv sex, no protection}. from this request by @barbiegirlbaby

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You love your boyfriend. Love him more than anything on this Earth. And that is why you can say that he can be the most infuriating person you’ve ever met.

You two fight like any other couple. It’s never too many fights but they do happen, just whenever you two disagree on something strongly or when something goes slightly wrong and neither of you wants to admit your fault in the matter. Sometimes the fights can be big but, most of the time, they’re quite small. The two of you are good to go on the next morning, usually.

The argument you had yesterday night... it's debatable. You two argued over something extremely small. The argument became so ridiculous that even Jake started laughing at one point. It was a small thing that escalated to more because the both of you hadn’t had a good day at work and came home tired. If you knew you were to finish a night in that way, you would’ve slept in the car.

It was followed by the silent treatment. Jake started it by walking off and, when he came back to ask you for something, you decided to be petty and leave him in the silence for at least some minutes. When going to sleep, the two of you faced opposite sides and drifted off to the world of dreams eventually.

Jake woke up this morning earlier than you, as he usually does to work out in the morning. He saw you asleep and facing him this time, and he simply stared at you for quite a while. He knows that everything will be sorted by the first hour of either of you being awake, yet, still, he stayed in bed for just a little longer.

When you woke up, ready to go to work for the last day of the week, you can’t exactly say you were in a bad mood. You had the same plans as Jake: you wanted to make up. But something came up. You started with your usual morning routine. Started off by turning on the coffee machine so you have coffee to have with breakfast and to take to work, sort out your clothes, and much more.

But all of your plans of following your morning routine perfectly are ruined when you walk to the bathroom.

You’re just now standing in the doorway, hearing the shower running at full strength, and, obviously, occupied. Sure, you could use the other shower in the guest’s room, but you still need to grab your essentials inside this same shower to do it.

Your plans to make up with Jake disappeared from your mind for these exact seconds. Why is he still in the shower? By this time, he should’ve been more than done with the post-workout shower and already in the living room or something.

You walk inside the bathroom, looking at yourself in the just small fog that is appearing at the corners of the mirror. He probably didn’t start showering that long ago since the room doesn’t even feel hot yet. You let a sigh out loud and begin to undress.

You have to take a shower. You don’t have much time before work, and today also wouldn’t be the first time you’d do it with Jake with you. So, no problem at all.

Your shirt (originally Jake’s) is thrown into the laundry basket and so is your underwear, and, with only two steps, you’re standing by the shower. Jake doesn’t even react when you pull the curtain open. Yet, what he does not expect is to hear you get in behind him and close it back up. Something in his chest flourishes at the idea that maybe, just maybe, you’re going to talk to one another and be okay as always. But your silence continues.

Jake does consciously give you some space to stand in the shower too, even when he’s deep in his own mind, but when your eyes meet, that grin appears on his face. It’s this cocky grin that he does a lot, and you know it’s just to tease you.

“Good morning.” He tells you.

Your silence and look of no readable expression are enough to confirm Jake’s suspicions. You’re still mad.

You stand in front of him as he gives you space under the showerhead, and you turn your back to him, letting the hot water cascade down your body. Your silence continues as Jake stares at you as if you’ve grown 2 more heads, and he still lets his eyes look you up and down. You shut off the water and reach in for the product you need.

Jake hasn’t lost hope, in fact, this exact moment is fueling his mind with ideas. He leans in closer to you as you begin to scrub your arms with the soap, and you pause at the feeling of a pair of warm lips laying a kiss on your shoulder.

Your body likes to behave in ways you don’t want it to when it comes to your boyfriend, but, thankfully, you get back to washing yourself as before. Jake doesn’t stop when you go back to what you were doing. His kisses begin to move up your shoulder to the crook of your neck and eventually your neck. You try to ignore the chills running down your body. His kisses are simple against your skin. They're wet and loud in the silent shower. You can feel him stand mere inches behind you, and you can only swallow in dry and keep on going.

Jake then puts two and two together to understand that you’re trying to ignore him completely, not just his words. You’ve done this before, and it ended in a way he’s very proud to say was 5 minutes later. He can always try and see if he can make it faster.

He nips at the skin of your neck, and you almost flinch, so, he changes to your other side. The kisses are soft, and you’re constantly fighting your own body as your eyes want to close and force you to enjoy it. You can’t let them. Jake takes a step closer and lays a kiss on your head as well. You continue on with the soap, moving on to your chest and stomach, as well as ignoring him as best as you can.

“Still mad at me?” He whispers right into your ear, and he doesn’t get any sort of answer, “Because when I woke up to see you all cuddled up with me, I thought we were okay.”

You don’t let his words get to your head but you do almost gasp (again) when you feel his hands lay over your hips. You focus on keeping your breathing steady and seemingly unaffected and keep working the soap throughout your body. Jake pulls you back and closer to him, and you feel his chest against your back. You still don’t react, but you do put down the soap to just work the product with your hands.

Jake watches as you do it, his hands still by your hips and his head just beside yours. He watches as you spread the soap all throughout your naked body and continue to ignore his presence. One of his hands lifts and starts working the soap on your skin slowly. His hand is bigger than yours and harsher than yours, but it moves slowly and softly. No touch is harsh. His other hand eventually joins in, and you try to be petty to the point of washing over his hands, acting if they’re not there, but he doesn’t let you. He holds your hands as soon as they try to move over his. His arms still hold you, and he pulls you closer to him.

You don’t try to pull your hands away from his, but when he places a kiss on your cheek, you look at him. Jake is surprised to see you finally do it, but the look you're giving him is so unaffected at first, that it almost scares him. That is only until he notices that small little bit of defiance in your glance. After all, you’re playing as much as he is.

He lets go of your hands and, as you don’t move at first, his hands do and they continue to wash you. His palms and fingers spread the soap further, not hesitating into moving to your breasts. You don’t stop him. His skin works against yours as if with no problem. He does know every little inch of your skin as if it’s his, he has touched it, seen it, and tasted it many times before.

It’s when his hand begins to move over closer to your chest that you finally move. You grab the soap back to try to continue to wash the rest of your body, and Jake snatches it from your hand. You, now empty-handed, follow to see how the soap is taken into his hand and disappears behind you. You almost let yourself laugh when you feel the soap against your back. One of his hands lays the soap and the other one spreads it. You let him do it, and then, you stop feeling it.

You wait for only a few more seconds, acting as if you're still washing the already scrubbed skin, and finally turn around to look for your soap. You’re faced with Jake using your soap across his hairy chest, from both of his pecks to his abs, and you try to disconnect the part belonging to your petty brain from your horny brain for a little bit. He does the same thing he did to your back, one hand on the soap, and another one on his skin.

You watch him, trying to act as unbothered as possible, and wait to have your soap back. You look at his chest, forcing yourself to never get the urge to touch him or anything of the sort. When he’s done, even with his arms and shoulders - which you forced yourself not to stare at for too long -, you reach to get the soap back. But, unsurprisingly, Jake doesn’t let you take it.

“Do you want it?” He asks you as you just stare at the soap, “That comes with a price.”

You could not hold yourself for giving him a glare. He smiles at your annoyed expression and pretends to offer you the soap, but when you go to grab it, he pulls it away all over again. He leans closer to you and puts his hand (and the soap) behind his back. You look up at his face and wait for him to speak.

“You gotta ask.” He tells you, “First if you can have it, and, secondly… If I forgive you.”

Your glare was not held back yet again.

“Are you going to do it?” He asks you.

“Just give me the soap.”

He smiles down at you with his perfectly white straight teeth and leans his head closer to yours. He expects you, since you are mad, to pull back or away from him when he does it, but you do not move a muscle. Your noses are almost touching, and he still smiles down at your frowning face.

“Are you still mad over yesterday?” He asks you in a whisper.

The silence in the tiled bathroom almost makes his voice appear louder than it really is, and his words haunt your brain.

You continue to stare at him, from his smile to his eyes. You notice how his smile subsides a little and it’s substituted by his grin instead. His eyes continuously stare back into yours.

“Give me the soap.” You say very slowly while tilting your head a little higher.

His hand appears from behind his back, but you don’t take it just yet. You stare back up to see he hasn’t moved much, and his eyes appear softer now.

“Are you going to let me take it?” You ask, just in case.

“Are you going to stop ignoring me?”

“Are you going to apologize?”

Jake stays silent for just a little bit.

“Are you?” He asks in return.

You lean your head back just a bit to take a better look at his face and see how he just awaits your answer as much as you do his. He brings his face a little closer, and you let him. Your lips are almost touching and, under his breath, you hear him whisper.

“No deal, then.”

You bring your hand up and smack his pec, making the man laugh in your face and stand up straight once more. You turn around to look for an extra bar of soap, and Jake glues his body to yours right away. His arm is laid around your chest, and you try to ignore it as you keep looking.

He starts laying kisses on the side of your head now, then around your ear, your cheek, your temple, and your forehead. He takes his arm from around your chest and brings his hand with the soap back to your body. He washes your skin, moving down to your hips, ass, and thighs.

You let him do it. Why wouldn’t you? If you’re going to be late to work for sure at this rate, might as well go in knowing that you can make your boyfriend your servant every morning. Jake becomes so invested that he even turns you around to keep on going.

You watch him as he does everything with such a concentrated stare. Something inside of you made you forget what you were just doing seconds ago, noticing how soft and tender he’s being after being so terribly annoying.

“You missed a spot.” You say, eyeing your knee.

Jake can’t help but laugh at what you say, and you lift your leg to point at the so-identified ‘unwashed’ spot. Jake does as told. When the soaping is done, you watch as he throws the little bar over to its usual spot and begins to use his hands to work all through your body. He eventually comes back up and pulls you flush against him.

“Any more spots I missed?” He asks you.

That shouldn’t have made you laugh, or smile even, but it did. A small chuckle, one carried with an exhale, escapes your mouth, and Jake swears that he has never been prouder than in that exact moment. His slippery hands continue to hold you against him, and your hands move over to his forearms, planning on pushing him away.

You still don’t talk to him. God, you don’t even open your mouth to do so. Jake stares at you and swears that if he has to hold you in place and wait an hour for some sort of response, he will do it. Oh, and he would do it in a heartbeat.

You notice his need for your answer. Your boyfriend has always been determined to get what he wants, and that is why you open your mouth to speak. Words do not come out, though. Not a thing does. But you do lift your hand from his arm and turn on the water above you, surprisingly startling the pilot glued to you.

His hard work, all of the scrubbing and soaping around is washed with the water cascading the both of you, and you still haven’t said a word to him. So, even under the water, he holds you tighter to him, and you feel it. You look up at him and, when noticing that it’s easier said than done to stare into his eyes, you distract yourself by bringing water to his chest with your hand and letting the water wash away the soap.

It’s out of nowhere but, suddenly, Jake leans down and kisses you. It’s a peck, a simple kiss, just lips on top of lips for a few seconds.

The warm water is now hitting his shoulder and shielding you from the spray, and he begins to part his lips. You shouldn’t have kept on going with him. You should’ve stood your ground as the determined woman that you are. You have responsibilities for this morning, such as your work and the coffee machine in the kitchen. You know that. But Jake will always be hard to say ‘no’ to.

The kiss never becomes wild or desperate but does evolve into making out. One of your hands stays on his pec and the other one comes to hold the back of his head. Kissing made you forget your worries and your childish ways to fix real-life problems, and, deep down, you know you need to have him close to you all over again.

Jake is the one that breaks the kiss, and that leaves the two of you to stare at one another. He lifts a hand off your body and turns off the water, leaving the two of you in awful pure silence once more. His hand comes back to your body as you continue to stare at him, and Jake’s mind continues to try to remind him of his plan.

“I will still need an apology to continue on.” He whispers.

That breaks the bubble you were just in, but you don’t let him notice it.

“So do I.” You tell him too.

Jake squeezes you close to his body, and you swear that your torsos have never been this close, there is not an inch of skin that isn’t touching. He moves and takes a step closer to you, only to force you to take one step back due to the lack of space.

A clear gasp escapes your lips when your back hits the cold wall and, before you even have time to complain or send some sort of threatening glare at your boyfriend, he kisses you yet again. This time, it takes you way less time to kiss back.

The wall begins to warm up with your own temperature, and you feel one of Jake’s hands let go of you. Your fingers cling onto the wet strands of hair at the back of his head and even move further up to grab the longest ones. You only pull him to bring his mouth closer to yours - if that is even possible - and a groan leaves Jake’s lips, vibrating against your own.

He separates his lips from yours and begins to leave down a trail of kisses all the way over to your neck. It’s the kisses on your neck that almost make you melt and become one with the surface behind you. The warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the sensation of his tongue. All of it just to leave a trail of so desperately good kisses on your skin.

Jake’s vacant hand comes back to you, smoothing over your skin in the meantime. He palms at your hips, your ass, your thighs, anything that he can get a hold of. This was his plan to make you speak your sorrows and forgiveness, but he swears that it’s beginning to backfire.

He brings his lips back to yours, and you let out a small moan against his lips. Jake swears that sound alone is sacred, something carved from the world’s best, and it all reaches his ears simply because he is making you feel good while not doing much at all. He would be stupid to not consider himself lucky to have you.

The sounds of making out fill the empty bathroom, they appear louder and that only motivates the two of you to subconsciously deepen the kiss and grip each other more tightly. It doesn’t make sense how it works. It’s some sort of hypnosis that you give one another with just each other’s presence.

Before Jake can get lost in his plan even further, he pulls away from the kiss. He can feel the way your hand grips onto his hair to pull him back to it, but he doesn’t do it, he just stares at you. Your hand slides from the top of his head to the back yet again, and your touch almost makes him forget everything. He seriously needs to concentrate.

“Why did you stop?” You whisper innocently.

He leans in closer to you, acting as if he’s going to kiss you again, but he doesn’t do it.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” You whisper back to his mouth. Your mind has gone foggy after what just happened.

“Your apology.”

Your body goes rigid, snapped awake from your dreamland. You two are too close up to have this conversation, you can’t even look at his face right. Lack of patience grants you your next move. Your fingers cling onto his hair, and you push him away from your face by the strands. You look angry, angry at him.

“You really like to ruin things, don’t you?” You ask him, making his smirk reappear.

He doesn’t answer, he just grins proudly at himself.

You pull at his hair, and he inhales sharply at that. Your hold on his hair relaxes once he's distant enough, but he brings his face closer to yours again, unaffected by your actions. He looks at your angry face and pecks your lips just one time. The two of you can’t stay mad even if your life depended on it, so, Jake likes to abuse that theory.

“I’m not saying it until you agree to say it too.” You tell him before receiving another kiss on your lips.

Jake’s hand on your body begins to work the path it was making during your long kiss, and it squeezes and explores your flesh while the two of you stay silent.

“Say it.” He whispers against your lips.

His hand moves downwards and grabs onto your thigh. He grabs it and holds it to his hip. You let him do it, already feeling the flame awake at the very bottom of your stomach.

“Say it.” He repeats. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Some sort of warm shiver works through you, and you bring your mouth closer to his. He pulls back, giving you the same space as before. He presses a kiss on the corner of your mouth and brings his mouth to hover back over yours, but he doesn’t kiss you anymore.

“Say it with me, then.” You whisper back at him, trying not to smile at him. “We can say it at the same time, and it all will be done.”

Jake analyzes your face for a while, and nothing suspicious is noticed. You want to laugh at your plan or smile at the very least but you can’t. You need to focus. You work your fingers through his hair and remember how he was the one that was in your shower at this time of the morning. Exactly when he should’ve been out and about by then.

You need to remember the cause.

“On 3?” You ask him with a tiny smile.

Jake, still unaware of your plan, actually agrees to it, and you swore that it made your heart squeeze at it. Poor thing.

“One…” You whisper against his lips before pressing a kiss on his lips, so short yet so loving at the same time, “Two…” You do it again, yet this time Jake almost chases you, “Three…” There’s a beat of silence, “I’m so…”

You don’t finish your words, but Jake does.

“I’m sorry.”

By the time he gets to the last letter, he notices. He didn’t get or act mad at you, he chuckles against your mouth and pulls you in closer to him.

“Oh, you’re in trouble, now.” He says against your mouth, louder than a whisper.

You giggle when he attaches his mouth to yours, and he lets go of your body to grab onto your other thigh. It’s risky to do such a thing in the shower, but you seriously have much else to focus on.

You disconnect from the kiss to jump into his lap and wrap your legs around Jake, propping you up higher on the wall. You laugh your way up and then look down at your boyfriend. He still looks surprised that he was defeated after trying out his plan, but, right as you cradle his face close to you to kiss him, he forgets it.

His hands squeeze and hold you by the back of your thighs, your bodies are wet and glued to one another.

Midway through the kiss, he moves his hips against you, making you let out one of those heavenly sounds all over again. He’s hard against you, he has been for a while now. You deepen the kiss when he lifts one of his hands and begins to move his body to somewhat create a distance between you.

You can feel the tip of his cock between your folds in a space of a second, and you sigh into the kiss. You’re wet and have been ever since he was spreading the soap throughout your body. It’s with ease that he slides right in.

“Fuck.” He grunts when the two of you have to forcefully separate your kiss to breathe.

You move your hands to his shoulders and close your eyes while leaning your head on the wall. Jake is stretching you like he always does, and it feels way too good. Your walls squeeze his cock tightly, and your boyfriend breathes heavily at it.

You bring your lips back to his before your hips completely attach, and the two of you freely moan against each other’s mouths when it happens. Jake stays in place for just a second, giving you time to adjust to him.

Your entire body feels like it’s going to implode with how much you can feel and how much you missed every bit of this. When Jake begins to move his hips against yours, you cling to him and separate from the kiss to gasp for breath. He presses you against the wall and, sensing the low temperature of the tile, you gasp as another sort of shiver runs through you.

Jake begins to really move and his cock begins to easily slide back and forth inside of you. His hands on your thighs grip them forcefully. He watches as he slides in and out of you, his length collecting your slick and moving with such ease inside of you. Your walls grip him each time, and the sight of your naked wet body before him is just another reason for his body to burn under his skin.

The two of you try to kiss but it’s a lost effort. The pleasure is too high. It's some kind of turmoil in your stomach, tightening and twisting at every movement each of you moves. Every time you bring your moths together for a kiss, it's a plan lost. Your minds are going blank and blind to your objectives, completely lost in the pleasure.

You begin to move your hips as well, and Jake can only hold you tighter to him. Even the feeling of your wet torsos sliding on one another seems stimulating. Your boobs squished into his hairy chest, your stomach against his abs, his hands digging into your soft thighs. Everything feels too good.

“Jake” You moan his name right after you moved your own body to meet his thrusts. Your boyfriend groans into your skin, feeling your soaked warm walls squeeze his cock as he watches your face just above his. Your face frowned with pleasure while sweet sounds come out of your mouth time and time again.

“So good, baby. So good.” He whispers into the skin of your chest.

The sound of your skin slapping together is heard in the bathroom from time to time during the deeper thrusts. The bathroom is so silent and so echoey that you can hear everything. When you’re able to kiss, you can hear your lips connecting and disconnecting. You can also hear your breathing against one another’s mouths. You hear the wet noises of his cock going in and out of you. Everything.

Your hands move all throughout the skin that you can reach. You go from Jake’s hair to his neck, shoulders, and chest. Everything feels like him, everything feels exactly how you want it to feel. Your breasts move with each of Jake’s thrusts when you lean back on the wall, and your head falls back onto the tiles each time he brings his mouth to your skin.

The two of you aren’t sure why everything feels so good. It could be from not talking to one another. Going from not receiving any attention or touch to feeling all of it. Jake loves to feel your hands on him, and he loves to move his own around every inch of you. He swears that sometimes he holds you a little tighter because he can’t believe you’re even real, let alone his.

“Don’t stop, Jake, please, don’t sto-” You whisper breathlessly into his mouth, cutting yourself off with a moan.

He’s able to let go of one of your legs as it alone squeezes him closer to you, and he lets that same hand explore you. He holds your waist, your hips, your breasts… Even your face. Your kisses keep on going, sometimes being able to last a little longer than before as you're able to concentrate even when the pleasure keeps on building up.

You moan loudly against his mouth as soon as Jake's vacant hand finds your clit. His fingers move over the small nub time and time again. You move your body just as a mere reaction to his touch. There wouldn’t be a way that your own hands could ever compare to his, and you swear that he knows your body better than you do. He knows where and when to touch, where to kiss, where to squeeze, how to thrust, how to pinch, how to do everything.

Your orgasm approaches much sooner than you expect. The burning never really stops exploring your body and running through you from every artery and then every vein. Your body glues itself to Jake’s, wanting more of him attached to you. You whine into his kiss when you can’t exactly have that, and Jake just wraps his arm around you and squeezes you to him. He will always know what you need.

You detach from the kiss, letting out a moan of what seems more like a sob, and Jake keeps doing everything that you need. Even when his hand isn’t over your clit anymore, everything else is enough. His mouth on your neck, his hand digging on your thigh, and the way his thrusts just get more and more precise to exactly where you need him the most. It only takes him one more thrust, and you come absolutely undone around him.

The orgasm is so powerful, that your ears ring, and your vision goes white. Your body tenses up and relaxes in various ways and moves exactly like it did not too long ago. Your walls squeeze Jake’s cock and wet him to the point of the sounds becoming nastier and more addicting to listen to. And he cums right after you.

The two of you ride your highs together, bringing your lips to one another even if it's just to have that extra bit of skin touching. When done, you two kiss, and you can only lean onto Jake.

When you put your first foot down, Jake is still supporting most of your weight, yet you can still feel your leg shaking. That makes you chuckle, and Jake notices it just like you do, helping you stand when he lets go of your other leg.

You wrap your arms around his neck when both feet are on the ground, and his arms wrap around you securely. You look at one another for a few seconds, trying to be back to a normal heartbeat and breathing rhythm.

“I’m sorry.” You finally decide (and remember) to say it back to him.

Jake’s face washes in confusion.

“For what?”

You smile at him and shake your head as you begin to laugh. It takes the blonde a great bit of time to understand what you could possibly be apologizing for and, by the time he does it, you’re shamelessly giggling at him while leaning your face into his chest.

When he chuckles with you, you look back up at him and bring your hand to the back of his head to pull him into a kiss.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He tells you with a smile.

“I am.” You answer back with a smile of your own.

Before he could say anything, you turn back the water and let it practically hit Jake straight in the face. Your giggles fill the bathroom once more, and, all of a sudden, your laughter is broken with a gasp as Jake is able to reach in and turn the water to cold while you’re right in range.

Your laughter eventually comes back and it is then muffled with a kiss, making you melt onto him.

Hope you liked this!! Feedback is always appreciated <3

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croimilis · 1 year

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Thinking about being Jakes high school sweet heart, marrying almost immediately after graduation just before he goes to basic.

Thinking about tapping him out of it. He wasn't expecting you, think you were working and that his ma was coming to tap him out. But there you are, tapping his shoulder and as he opens his eyes he engulfs you in the biggest hug ever and has the dopiest grin on his face as he plants kissed all over your face. He's so distracted by you just being there that he doesn't notice the sonogram you have in your hand until you're pulling him away from the crowd to give other people a chance to tap out their loved ones

#top gun maverick fluff #top gun maverick #jake seresin x yn #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x yn #jake hangman seresin x reader

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reaperintheroses · 1 year

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Drabble December Masterlist '22

*= adult themes

day 1: write a request that's been in your inbox for a while Plane Doctor - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader - You do your best but this one pilot can't help but to get on your nerves.

Day 2: write a first kiss Answered Prayers - Jake Seresin x Reader - Jake is back from Annapolis and he's ready to be one of your firsts Day 3: write about a character from the last tv show you watched Vaquero -Javier Peña x Reader - You trust Javier wholey. That doesn't stop you from worrying

Day 4: write your favorite trope I'm Here Now - Jason Todd x Reader - You can't even remember what happened in the dream, all you know is you don't want to think about it anymore

Day 5: write a true story with characters instead of people What The? - Dean Winchester x Reader - You find something suspicious in the glove box of the car you and dean are working on and you can't help but confront him on it. Day 6: write a fic based on your top song from this year Smoke Sesh * -Bradley Bradshaw x Reader -you and bradley need a break

Day 9: write about meeting a characters parents Hey Ma -Steve Rogers x Reader -You meet Steve's mom

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chickadeedeedeedeedee · 17 days

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Hi! I’m looking for a fic if anyone knows who wrote it. It was a Jake Seresin x reader, and I think it was a series. I remember YN liked Bradley but it was unrequited, and YN told Jake they weren’t friends. Then Jake made it his mission to become friends either her and eventually they get together (of course). I remember YN also said something about Jake not being good in bed, and they went to the movies at some point maybe? I’d appreciate if anyone knows where it is!

#jake seresin #tgm fic #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman imagine

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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Hello!

Could you write something that the reader, who is not a pilot and works with Penny, likes Jake very much, but is afraid to talk to him because she has not heard pleasant things about him? After they somehow meet (my preference is after the beach scene because why not hehe) they start spending more time together and so on. A bit fluffy and smutty if you can.

Thank you!!

Pay Your Tab

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, groping, smut references, language, angst, hickeys

Summary: Despite harboring crush on Hangman for a while, you’ve never acted on it due to other peoples’ opinion on him.. until now.

Word Count: 4.3k

“Hey, you!”

I leaned over the bar, wiping away the various mysterious stains that somehow found their way onto the wood. Customers would frequently attempt to place drink orders without approaching the bar. Ignoring them becomes habitual.

“Hey, sweetheart! Over here!”

I sighed and turned to face the source of the voice. A group of pilots were standing and playing billiards as usual. The main one was waving his hand in the air, facing me. I immediately recognized him. Jake Seresin is well-known among female bar patrons for his good looks as well as his cocky demeanor. As we accidentally locked eyes, my cheeks flushed pink.

“Can we get six beers?” Jake glanced over to a man sitting in the corner, “Seven, actually.”

I cupped my hand over my ears, pretending I couldn't hear what he was saying. The ruse failed miserably.

“Seven beers!” he shouted even louder.

I reluctantly gave him a thumbs up and turned around to pour the beer, breaking Penny's rules. I placed them on the bar in front of me, one by one, until all seven were full. Seresin appeared in front of the bar, as if he had heard the last pint being poured, and surprised me as I turned around.

“Thanks, sweets,” he said, trying to grab all seven beers at a time. To my surprise, he managed to pick up five before I even offered him a tray. I smiled as I piled the last two beers on the tray before he walked away.

“Wait a minute.. don’t forget to pay your tab!”

Seresin turned around and grinned cheekily, “Don’t worry, someone will get it!”

As I live and breathe, the infamous Hangman.

I can't believe this was our first conversation. I would've asked him out on a date long ago if his shady reputation hadn't walked through the door before him.

My eyes kept looking over to him every few seconds to ensure he was real, standing in my bar, and had just spoken to me moments before. I would've assumed he had feelings for me if he wasn't such a total flirt.

With a shake of my head, I expressed my dissatisfaction.

If only he had a pleasant reputation like Rooster or Pheonix. Then, if we held hands and walked into the Hard Deck with our chests and heads held high, no one would do a double take.

“Y/N!”

Penny's call jolted me out of my Hangman stupor. Penny, who was holding a large wooden box in her hand, drew my attention to the side. Most likely, she disappeared to grab something from the back rooms.

“Some old guy just spilled a beer all over the bar. Mind cleaning it before it gets sticky?”

I did mind because all I wanted to do was become lost in my thoughts and go home early.

“Sure. I’ll get right to it.”

San Diego rarely got hot enough to increase the temperature of the freezing water. As a result, few people visited the beaches of southern California unless they wanted to surf or sail.

Today, however, was an exception. The day was hot, which meant that everyone in the San Diego area could enjoy a relaxing day at the beach.

“Hello Y/N. How are you today?”

Penny was sitting quietly at a picnic table overlooking the beach when she asked the question. She held a book in her hands that she had been reading for what seemed like an eternity.

“I'm wonderful. Enjoying this perfect day!”

I extended my hands out, taking in the beautiful sunshine. It was one of the most pleasant days since summer began. Penny gave me a friendly smile, pleased that I was enjoying my day off.

“Why don’t you sit down and join me?”

Penny asked, motioning for me to take a seat on the other side of the table.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb your reading.”

With an overly dramatic flare, Penny carefully closed the book and stuffed it back into her purse.

“I’ve already read that book anyway. I’d much rather have a lovely conversation with you.”

I sat down on the hard, wooden picnic table and began chatting with Penny instantly. Despite the fact that she was my boss, our conversations were always light and friendly. No wonder Maverick loved her so much.

We continued to talk and talk and talk, becoming so enveloped in the conversation that we became oblivious to what was going on around us.

Until…

“Oh my God! It’s Maverick!”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my brow as Penny pointed to the shoreline. My gaze followed her finger. It wasn’t just Maverick. It was Maverick’s entire group: Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and…

Hangman.

When my eyes landed on him, my eyes stopped scanning the large crowd. It didn't matter who else was taking part in the lighthearted beach football game. To me, Hangman stood out like a sore thumb, and I couldn't stop my eyes from grazing over his toned body.

“Ohhhh. Does someone have a thing for a certain Navy pilot?” Penny asked teasingly.

I rolled my eyes, my eyes staying fixed on Hangman.

“Don’t judge me, Penny. You’re into Navy guys as well.”

“I’m not judging, I’m only asking.”

Phoenix snatched the ball and launched into a sprint across the beach, kicking sand up behind her feet.

“Which one is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

I rested my chin on my hand, allowing my arm to support the full weight of my head. Penny tried to follow my gaze to see which man I was looking at, but failed.

“Do you wanna take a wild guess?” I asked.

“Sure. Um…”

Her eyes swept across the muscular men scurrying back and forth across the beach, making sure to consider all possibilities before making a guess.

“Fanboy?”

“Nope. Guess again.”

“Coyote?”

“Nope.”

Penny scoffed, “Tell me then! I’m dying to know!”

Should I let her know? I suppose I could. She wouldn’t tell Hangman, or anyone besides Maverick for that matter. I trusted her. To be honest, it wouldn't make a difference if Hangman knew. He hardly knew who I was and would probably dismiss me as another distant admirer that he occasionally saw at the bar.

“Hangman.”

I mumbled.

“What?”

A few stray strands of hair blew into my face, temporarily blocking my vision as I swiveled around to face her.

“Hangman.”

The look on her face was priceless. Her eyebrows shot up, her forehead creasing as she lowered her jaw. Was it truly insane to fall in love with a hot navy pilot who also happened to have an ego problem?

“Please don’t look at me like I’m insane, Penny.”

Penny shook her head, jolting herself awake from her shocked daze.

“No! That’s not it at all! I just wasn't expecting him to be the object of your attraction.”

Now that my secret was out in the open, the sight of the wonderfully toned men having a good time was no longer so appealing. I sighed and began to stand up.

“I’m gonna go clean up the bar.”

“You don’t have to do that on your day off, Y/N.”

“I want to. If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be inside,” I said, looking back at her as I began to walk towards the bar, her expression now neutral.

With a nod of her head, I was off, walking across the sandy beach to the back entrance of the Hard Deck.

I clenched my teeth as I scrubbed the wooden bar vigorously, attempting to remove every single small stain. My arm grew sore quickly, but I didn’t care. The only other option was being alone at home with my thoughts, so I continued to scrub until I couldn’t feel my fingers.

I watched the rag move back and forth, leaving a gleaming trail of water in its wake, as I stared down at my fast-moving hand. My brain was locked into my movements, my other senses shutting off as I trapped myself into a deep trance of constant movement.

The cloth moved back and forth, back and forth.

“If you scrub any harder, you’ll take the glaze right off the wood.”

My head jerked up so fast that I almost got whiplash as a deep male voice cleared the fog from my mind.

Hangman, shirtless and with the pant legs of his jeans rolled up to his knees, was leaning against the Hard Deck's back entrance frame, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

“We’re not open for another two hours,” I said rashly, a flush creeping up my cheekbones. Wow. I was a romantic genius.

“Can you make an exception?”

God, he was so cocky. I hope he wasn’t like this to his superiors. I wanted to say no and stick to the rules. But there was Hangman, the man I had admired in secret for months, right in front of me, asking to spend time with me alone.

“Well, no shirt, no shoes, no service.”

That line was fairly slick. I was getting better at this.

I lowered my gaze to his chest, trying not to appear creepy as I pointed out his nakedness with my eyes before bringing my attention back to his face.

Hangman grinned and flashed his pearly white teeth.

“Sure.”

His arm disappeared around his body as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a plain white t-shirt. He threw it on. Part of me wished he'd kept his shirt off, but asking him to strip after just demanding he redressed would give him the wrong impression.

Him and his ego swaggered over to the bar, instantly filling the room and heightening the tension of the atmosphere. Although, maybe, the tension was just in my head, because my heart was already beating out of my chest after one sly glance from Hangman.

“What do you want?”

Hangman shifted his hips on the bar stool, the cushion underneath him creaking as he tried to find a comfortable position.

“Give me whatever.”

I knelt down and grabbed a random bottle of beer from the mini fridge, popping the cap off with the bottle opener on the bar's side. The cold bottle left a trail of water in its wake as I slid it across the bar to Hangman.

“There you go.”

I stepped on the bottle cap that was rattling against the bar's floor to silence the annoying noise.

“Don’t I have to open a tab?”

I extended my hand to him, exposing my open palm. Hangman reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thin wallet. He flipped through the contents, removing a red credit card from the leather wallet and placing it in my open palm. As our hands gently touched, he smirked, and I prayed he wouldn't notice the blush creeping onto my cheeks.

I kept his card behind the bar while I opened a tab for him. I walked around to the other side, turning away from him and continuing my thorough cleaning process.

“You aren’t gonna keep me company?”

He yelled, feigning sadness in his tone in the hopes of making me feel sorry for him.

I scoffed, “If you wanted company, you would’ve brought friends.”

I tried to be as snarky as possible in my response. I wanted him to leave the bar so I could finally relax and fantasize about him instead of having to actually communicate with him.

“Playing hard to get, aren’t we?” he said coolly.

My movements came to a sudden halt.

Is it possible that I misunderstood him?

Was he implying that he was attempting to "get" me?

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” He spoke with a honeyed tone that dripped from his lips.

“No. I just…” I stuttered, struggling to get the words out of my throat.

“You didn’t think I’d be interested in you?”

What?

Was I that easy to read?

As the blood flew right to my face, my cheeks turned bright red, my cheekbones burning with heat. I knew that my silence would amuse him more than if I simply acknowledged that he was correct.

“Yes. I didn’t think you’d be interested in me.”

I resumed my scrubbing motions, wiping the bar aggressively despite the wood already being shiny and spotless.

“Well, I am.”

“You’re interested in me?”

“Yes. I. Am.”

I realized I was bent over a little further than I had intended when I turned my head over my right shoulder and locked eyes with Hangman.

I gulped, rising to my full height, turning, and leaning over the opposite side of the bar, keeping my gaze fixed on Hangman. As Jake raised his eyebrows in subtle surprise at my confidence, I reached my torso over the bar, propped up on my elbows, and tried to appear as intimidating as possible.

"Alright, Hangman.”

I spoke angrily through my teeth.

“I’ll bite. Tell me why you’re so infatuated with me all of a sudden.”

Hangman pushed his beer to the side and leaned forward over the bar, his breath fanning across my face as he brought our noses only inches apart. He gained confidence as he watched me squirm in my skin under his intense gaze. My chest tightened as the crushing atmosphere of the room pressed down on my fragile body, his grin widening with each shaky gulp or inhale.

“Cause I saw you staring at me the other day.”

My jaw was clenched so tightly that my teeth felt as if they were splitting under the force of my bite.

He moved forward another inch, his nose nearly brushing against the tip of mine as his stare became increasingly intense.

“And ever since then I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

His voice had changed from seductive to completely erotic, a pinching sensation beginning to form in my lower abdomen.

“Nothing to say?” he teased.

My lower jaw trembled in excitement and anticipation as I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Um… no. I don’t have anything to say.”

Hangman laughed heartily, his shoulders bouncing as he did so. He leaned back in his chair, his posture assuming a normal position. The space between our two faces provided some relief from the mounting tension around us. The true tension, however, was building inside the pit of my stomach.

“Then I’ll do the talking.”

Hangman said with his lips pursed into a thin smile and his brows raised halfway up his forehead, dark wrinkles forming above his eyebrows.

“My car is the white one in the front of the parking lot. It should be unlocked. I want you to sit in the passenger's seat and wait for me.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Wait for you?”

Hangman wrapped his large hand around the neck of his beer bottle and thrust it into the air, assuming a toast position.

“I gotta finish my beer first,” with a low smacking sound, he slammed the bottle onto the bar.

Hangman continued proudly with a sly wink, “Leave me in peace for a bit, I’ll rejoin you soon.”

God, cocky bastard.

I gradually grew to my full height, having to tilt my neck to stare down at Hangman. Despite the new perspective, he was in complete command of the situation. The difference in height has no effect on his self-assurance.

I didn't want to give Hangman everything he desired. I wanted to be tough, to stand my ground, and to truly give him a run for his money. But I had a terrible, huge crush on this man, and this was one of my most frequent fantasies.

Being ordered around by a slick, attractive navy pilot who I’ve been admiring for a few months now?

Yes please.

“Okay Hangman, you win.”

I turned away from him and made my way to the front door. As I walked out of the bar, I could feel Hangman's slick eyes following me with every subtle movement of my body. But I didn't dare to look back at him because I was already giving him so much pleasure by doing exactly what he said. I wasn't going to give him any more satisfaction by showing him how severely he got under my skin.

However, I wouldn't be surprised if he was already aware.

The front windshield of a white Mustang was facing away from the front entrance of the parking lot.

A mustang, wow, very Hangman.

The windows were tinted, and anyone staring into the car would see absolutely nothing. The door was unlocked, and I clambered into the passenger's seat of the car.

Now, I wait.

The car was heating up in the surprisingly hot San Diego sun, and a thin layer of moisture was forming on my upper lip and brow.

Let’s hope Penny doesn’t come to check on me.

Penny.

Oh God.

Did she tell him?

Did she inform Hangman that I was in love with him?

That is the only plausible explanation. Penny informed Hanfman, who decided to confront me about it. Act on it, rather.

It makes sense, perfect sense.

I mean, when I told her my secret I expected her not to tell anyone.

But, I couldn’t even be mad at her because the spilling of my secret put me in a sensual situation with a super hot navy pilot.

“Fuck Hangman, where are you?”

He was messing with me. There was no way the last half of his beer was taking him this long to finish. I saw him drink on a busy night of partying, he can down multiple beers in the blink of an eye.

I shifted my hips, my thighs sticking to the leather seats.

The Hard Deck parking lot was deserted, with only Hangman's white Mustang parked on the asphalt. Part of me wishes there were people bustling around the car while Hangman and I did whatever he wanted behind tinted windows.

I wiped my upper lip, but the droplets of sweat returned after a few seconds.

“Oh come on, this is ridiculous.”

Alright, that was it. I’d have enough of Hangman’s cockiness.

I wasn't about to sit in this hot car all day waiting for him to show up whenever he damn well pleased.

Hangman tapped the window with his finger joint. Sure enough, he was standing outside the car, staring in.

I rolled my eyes as he flung open the door and slid into the driver's seat.

“Miss me honey?”

I didn't respond. Instead, I was looking out the window at the beach. On the opposite side of the Hard Deck, the pilots were playing football. My gaze was drawn to a section of the sand filled with large families and adorable couples.

“Oh come on, I couldn’t just give you what you wanted when you wanted it. That wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yet you expect me to give you what you want when you want it?”

I spin my head around, meeting Hangman's mischievous gaze.

“I didn’t make you sit in my car and wait for me. If you would’ve told me no I would’ve left you alone.”

Hangman leaned over the center console.

“You’re giving me what I want honey. I don’t expect anything.”

The hot air hung around us, and sweat drops began to form on Hangman's face.

“Well.”

I said.

“Well?”

He asked, his brows raising.

I leaned in closer to Hangman, bringing our faces closer together once more.

“Are you gonna kiss me or are you just gonna stare?”

“Stare.”

He said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

What?

What kind of mind games was this man playing?

Hangman maintained intense eye contact with me as he drew his keys from his back pocket and began tapping the keys until the clicking noise of the doors locking surrounded me in every direction.

“Now we can kiss.”

Hangman tossed his keys to the floor of his car and pressed his lips to mine in a moment of passion. The force of his kiss caused me to recoil, knocking the breath straight from my lungs as my eyes fluttered closed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face impossibly closer to me. God, just moments ago we were teasing each other in his car. Only seconds later, our teeth were clashing and chests heaving as Hangman thrusted his sweet tongue past my lips.

Jake’s calloused palms rubbed against my clothed hips, gripping the flesh and yanking me towards him every time my pelvis shifted backwards.

I felt myself being thrown into the air as Hangman effortlessly pulled me from my seat and onto his lap, putting his well-defined muscles to good use.

His large hands shifted from my hips to my thighs, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled me even farther forward until our chests were pressed flush together.

“You’re a good kisser.”

I wheezed before reconnecting our lips. Hangman smirked against my mouth, his ego inflated by the slightly juvenile compliment.

I always assumed that even if I were placed in this situation, I wouldn't be able to get past Hangman's cocky demeanor and massive ego. But his confidence somehow made him even more appealing.

It would be different if Hangman wasn't charismatic and thought he was hot shit for no reason whatsoever.

But God, he could kiss like it was nobody’s business. His plush lips meshed with mine as his hands moved expertly on my body, adding to the many wonderful sensations that arose as I kissed him.

Goosebumps broke out along my skin, Hangman’s dull nails digging into the thick flesh of my thighs.

If he could kiss like this… I shudder to think at what he could do with his-

“God, I want to be inside you so badly.”

The honeyed tone was back. Hangman yanked his lips away from mine, severing the connection I was longing for. He'd given me a taste of his passion, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to get enough of it.

His warm mouth pressed to the side of my throat, and I involuntarily threw my head back to expose more of my neck for him, my lower abdomen fluttering with desire.

“What’s stopping you?”

I asked, gasping for air as he nibbled on my collarbone's sensitive skin. Jake flattened his tongue against the bruise, leaving a patch of saliva on my collarbone as I moaned involuntarily.

“Oh honey, I wanna take my time with you.”

He mumbled against my skin, his hands finding their way to my clothed breasts.

I grit my teeth and sighed deeply as his hands desperately kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples through two layers of clothes.

It wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t nearly enough for me.

“Besides…

He whispered sensually, his hot breath sending chills down my spine.

“You’re too much fun to tease.”

Oh come on, cut me a break Hangman.

I drew my arms from around Hangman's neck, allowing my head to fall forward while trailing my hands down his chest. Hangman continued to bite and suck at the sensitive skin on the small patch of my exposed chest.

I thought about unbuckling his thick leather belt and reaching into his boxers to palm his cock through his boxers. I wanted to pleasure him, show him I could make him feel good.

But Hangman made it clear now wasn’t the time to take off each other’s clothes. So I opted for dipping my hands under the hem of his shirt and pressing my open palms against his lower abdomen.

The shaggy hair on his belly brushed against my fingers, the desire to clench my thighs together rushed through my body as I began to explore more of his body.

“God you’re beautiful… I can wait to fuck you in my car. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

He blew hot air onto the hickeys he'd created on my chest, the sensitive patches of skin lighting on fire under his breath.

“You’re gonna look so pretty bouncing on my cock.”

I moaned, this time louder and much more audible.

“My God your moans are gorgeous.”

His hands quickened their pace against my sensitive breasts.

“Hangman.”

I moaned, knitting my brows together as my nipples hardened under his touch.

“HANGMAN!”

That certainly wasn’t my voice.

I retracted my hands from his lower abdomen and sat back on his muscular thick thighs, whirling my head around to find the source of the noise.

“Fucking Bob.”

Hangman grunted in disapproval as he watched Bob frantically search the parking lot for his fellow pilot.

“It doesn’t look like he sees us. We can just wait him out.”

Just as I finished speaking, Bob's gaze was drawn to Hangman's car, and he began sprinting towards it.

“Fuck. Get off my lap.”

I scrambled off Hangman's lap and into the passenger seat, making an audible rattle as I moved. Fuck.

Bob heard the racket and now he knew someone was in the car.

“Hangman! Are you in there?”

Bob inquired, squinting against the light reflected off Hangman's tinted windows and aggressively tapping on the window.

Hangman rolled his eyes and pressed the button to roll down the window all the way.

“Hey! Penny has your credit card and it says you opened a tab? She thought you left without it! Good thing you’re still-“

His gaze fell on me as I sat uncomfortably in Hangman's passenger seat, hickeys all over my chest. I gave Bob a meek wave as I awkwardly smiled.

“Hello.”

He said, smiling and waving back at me as his cheeks began to turn bright red.

“Alright Bob, why don’t you tell Penny I’ll be right in.”

“Oh no please! Take your time.”

Bob blurted out, clearly embarrassed that he had interrupted our time together.

Bob practically sprinted towards the Hard Deck's front door, not looking back at us as he hurriedly exited the situation.

“I assume Penny spilled the beans?”

Hangman knitted his brows together in perplexity, turning his head to face me.

“What do you mean?”

Oh. She hadn’t told him.

“Oh!”

I exclaimed.

“Never mind.”

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