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Legacies | Six

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Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Kazansky!OC

Summary: The day at the beach is coming to an end. With the last game of dogfight-football played the daggers aren't yet ready to let the day end so soon.

Warnings: military inaccuracies,

Wordcount: 2.6k

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A/N: We are slowly coming up to the halfway point of the story which means things are about to happen. Enjoy this happy and lighthearted chapter, because starting with chapter 7 it's going to get more serious and a little angsty.

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Had someone told them this morning that by afternoon all the tension and animosity between the team would have lifted off without a trace of ever being there – at least for the afternoon – they would have laughed.

Ana couldn’t quite believe they all had been on edge that morning. It felt foolish and silly thinking back on it now.  All around her the buzz of happy conversations filled the air as the aviators made their way up the beach toward the Hard Deck’s back porch.

“Guys, guys, guys” Payback’s voice broke through, “I think we all know who the real MVP was today.” He looked around the group of aviators curiously watching and waiting for him to continue. “It was Bob of course!”

Bob, who was walking only a couple of steps before Ana, turned shy upon the attention, casting his eyes downward as she smiled at him. A faint dusting of red appeared on his cheeks complementary to the deep reddish tint the tips of his ears took on. Rooster clapped the WSO on the shoulder and smiled at him, causing Bob to look up again.

“I need someone to help me with something quickly,” Penny said as they arrived at the back porch. She had been sitting out there with some papers, working for the better part of the last couple of hours.

“I’ll help,” Coyote quipped as he pulled on his shirt and followed Penny barefoot into the bar.

The others, Ana included, grabbed their discarded clothes and shoes again. Jake and her, who had taken a little dive into the water, were pretty much dry again. Her hair was still damp, strands of it had come loose from the hairstyle she wore it in. Her clothes however had dried in the slowly sinking but ever-so-strong San Diego sun. She was glad for it. The feeling of wet fabric clinging to one's skin had always been one of her least favorite sensations.

Penny and Coyote didn’t take long to return with their hands full of beer. 

“I thought you might be thirsty after all that running. It’s on the house,” she told them, Coyote and her distributing the bottles between the daggers.

There came a couple of protests from the surprised group. One sharp look had them quiet down, followed by a chorus of many thanks.

“It’s nothing,” Penny assured them, “Not like you aren’t here any other evening and spending enough of your money.” Laughter spread through the group, all of them agreeing as they raised their glasses in a toast.

Ana was still busy getting dressed and sorting out her hair, so she hadn’t yet accepted one of the bottles. Too focused on kneeling and tying the laces of her shoe, she hadn’t even looked up to see the others clink their glasses and take the first sips. Not at least until a shadow appeared above her.

When she looked up it was Jake standing before her, two beers in his hands. She was quiet as she stood up, coming eye-to-eye with him once more.

Jake held out one of the two bottles, smiling and raising a brow. His smile was inviting and friendly, lacking most of the haughty and wolfish likeliness she was so used to. For once the fighter pilot before her didn’t seem condescending or arrogant.

Jake cocked his head the slightest to the side, it reminded her of a dog trying to understand whatever had been said to him. His hand with the beer nudged forward, offering it to her. 

She took one extra moment to look at him, sunglasses on his nose, hair handsomely disheveled from the games, and the dunk in the water, his pose was relaxed and open. He looked friendlier than ever. 

It surprised her. In all the time she had known him, she’d never seen him like that. From the first moment she’d met him, he’d been this overconfident, unreachable enigma. A nuisance and a sore thorn in everyone’s side.

Nodding in acknowledgment and with a tentative smile blossoming on her lips, Ana took the beer from his hand. Their fingers brushed against one another, causing a small jolt of electricity to course through her. Her eyes flit over to him once more, to see if perhaps he had felt the same sensation. 

Jake was looking at her as well. Intensely.  It made her skin tingle and her stomach churn. She took a sip of her beer after she and Jake bumped the glasses together in a silent toast. Chasing down the bubbling feelings in her core, drowning them with the cold beverage.

The moment between them didn’t last much longer. Little groups dispersed, talking and sharing their beers. The voices mixed and jumbled over one another. From the corner of her eyes, Ana noted how Penny and Maverick had split from the rest of them. Her godfather had settled beside Penny on the bench, both of them quietly talking, caught in their own little world.

A growl ripped through the crowd. The group talks turned silent as everyone looked at each other. When it happened a second time, everyone’s eyes turned toward Halo. She put a hand on her stomach, surprised yet grinning. Fritz started to chuckle and soon Omaha joined him.

“Looks like someone is hungry,” Yale joked, playfully ribbing Halo with his elbow. 

“Quick, everyone hide! We woke the monster.” Fritz’s taunt produced more laughter from the group and a – playful – showcase of Halo’s middle finger.

“Man, I could eat an entire truck’s worth right now.” Payback groaned, stretching his arms above his head. The many games had depleted not only their energy but also their stomachs and the latter now demanded to be filled.

“Yeah, something greasy and savory.” Coyote’s words caused a ripple of moans to rise from the group. There was nothing more tempting than some greasy and unhealthy food to fill up your stomach after such a strenuous and exhausting day at the beach. Nothing sounded more alluring right now.

“There is a really good burger place only two streets away,” Ana spoke up, knowing that the place was perfect to fulfill their cravings. She could already smell the heavenly notes of food in her nose, taste the rich flavors on her tongue. It made her mouth water.

"Oh, really?"

“Yep. They have the best cheese fries I ever had.” Another round of moans ripped through the group, full of want and hunger, and longing.

“I’d give everything for a plate of cheesy fries right now,” Phoenix mused, leaning her arm on Ana’s shoulder. The two women looked at each other, eyes sparkling at the thought of the stretchy golden goodness.

“What are we standing here and waiting for then?” Fanboy asked and Payback beside him agreed with a hum.

“Let’s go!”

The decision was unanimous. Excitement buzzed between them like a busy swarm of honeybees, as they emptied their bottles and collected their belongings.

Their flock descended down the sandy steps of the back deck, a chorus of goodbyes directed towards Penny, Mav, and Hondo that trailed behind them as they rounded the Hard Deck. It was only in front of the establishment that they noticed none of them had a clue where this supposed wondrous place was. 

All except for Ana, who wasn’t at the front of the flock. Their group parted, eyes focused on her. “Lead the way.”

The local in question was small and welcoming. There weren’t many other customers there, which suited them fine as they shuffled into the place and claimed a couple of booths at the windows. 

Ana sat down in one of them, while the others gathered around the big display hanging over the seats at the counter. Looking out of the window, her view settled on the shore. While the sun steadily sank, it was still lively outside. There were people walking along the sandy dunes and the walkway further up. Lights and the signs of other establishments illuminated the spots. 

She’d gotten distracted, not noticing someone sliding into the booth beside her. Not until his arm landed behind her on the backrest. It barely touched her and yet the heat radiating from it struck her to the bones. Looking to her left Ana came face to face with Jake.

“How do you know this place?” He asked her, unphased by the quizzical look on her face and the raise of her brow.

She shrugged in return, offering not much of an answer. Should she tell him or should she not? In the end, she decided to tell the truth.

“I’ve been here many times with my family. It’s one of the only fast-food restaurants my dad accepts and eats. He refuses pretty much anything greasy and oily if it’s not homecooked, thinks fast food is just unhealthy garbage.” 

Jake chuckled at that, “He isn’t wrong with that. It mostly is a heap of crap. The worst you can do to your body.” 

“Oh? But here you are.”

“Here I am,” he hummed, that grin so familiar yet so different, its edges softened. “Once in a while, it’s fine. And this place can’t be so bad if your dad eats it too.” 

Ana hummed. He was right about that. Not that she would tell him so. She had stroked his ego too much already.

“So you are from around here?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Wasn’t born here but moved when I was young. I spent a good chunk of my childhood and all my teenage years here.”

“You a navy baby then?” The question made her laugh.

“You’d like to know that, don’t you?” Jake’s face stayed monotone momentarily before he too broke out in a grin and laughed.

“It was worth a shot,” he shrugged his shoulders. “You really don’t talk about your family huh?”

She averted her gaze, once more looking out of the window. With a sigh, she answered, “I don’t like the prospect of mixing private and work life. It makes everything too complicated.” Who she was at work and who she was at home, it was different. And frankly, it was no one's business but hers. 

Before she could elaborate or Jake could dig deeper – he wanted to for sure – Fritz slid into the booth opposite of them. 

“Don’t you want to eat anything?”

“I already decided. Besides, I know the menu by heart. No need to look at it.” 

Fritz grinned at her. He then looked over at Jake and when he did his grin took on a rather teasing note.

“And you Hangman?” 

Only now did both of them realize that his arm was practically draped around Ana and that everyone could see. Not that anyone besides Fritz had noticed it, they were too focused on studying the menu. Jake cleared his throat and sat up as he pulled his arm back but not entirely away from her.

“I was hoping Ghost here could recommend something.” 

It took everything in her not to let the surprise show on her face. The incredible amount of restraint however still couldn’t keep her from raising a brow. He wanted her to recommend something? 

Seconds passed by during their exchange of looks. Jake’s face never changed, he kept looking at her openly. Did she spy a hint of hope? No, that couldn’t be right.

Once more they were disrupted by someone sliding into the booth. Taking the fourth and final spot at the table was Phoenix, sitting opposite the blonde aviator.  

While Ana looked at the gorgeous female aviator, Jake’s eyes didn’t waver from her. At least not until something under the table banged against something else and his head shot toward Phoenix.

“Are we still going to share?” 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Ana mumbled, not entirely sure how she felt about their seating arrangement. Who was she kidding? No constellation would have suited her at that moment more than to be alone with Jake. To be unobserved.

“What took so long?” Fritz wanted to know, eyeing the rest of their team spread out across the other two booths they’d claimed.

“They couldn’t decide.” Natasha rolled her eyes, not so subtly glaring directly at Fanboy and Omaha. 

Ana didn’t pay much attention to the conversation at hand. Her mind wandered elsewhere as she returned to looking out of the window. With the continuous dimming light it became harder to do so, soon she’d not be able to see much besides the reflection of the neon lights above them.

“Hi, what can I get you?” A waitress stood before them, a small notepad in her hands as she smiled down at them. First off was Fritz, before it was her turn to order. 

“Hi, we’ll take the cheesy fries,” Ana pointed between her and Phoenix, adding, “and a side of chicken fingers.” 

Nodding the waitress wrote it down before she turned towards Jake, “And what can I get you handsome?” 

Instead of answering, the blonde turned to Ana. Biting on her bottom lip she examined him in silence. He really wanted her to order for him? They didn’t know each other well enough for that, she couldn’t even say if he had any food allergies. She’d had to gauge what he could like. 

“The pulled chicken burger hot bbq style.” Jake raised his brow, while the waitress beamed at her and nodded, “Great choice!” Glancing over at Jake once the waitress was gone, Ana noticed him nodding at her.

It was a long stretch but given the conversation they’d just had; he had agreed with her father’s opinion on fast food, perhaps his actual taste in food wasn’t so off either. Her father’s go-to order was a staple and a solid choice for anyone that also liked a little kick in flavor.

The obnoxious drawl that sometimes slipped into his words suggested to her Jake might like it a little spicy. Not to mention that one time, long ago during their shared stay, when they’d gone out to eat spicy wings with their squadrons. While most of them had folded from the lesser spicy wings already, Jake had been one of the people nearly unbothered by it.

Their food didn’t take long to be done. In a time that was impressively fast for such a huge group, their orders arrived. Steam billowed from the freshly cooked and piping hot meals, their hearty and cheesy aromas permeated through the space between them. Exactly what they had needed and deserved after such an intense afternoon.

Ana nibbled on a cheesy fry and one of her chicken fingers. She wanted to be entirely focused on her food but she couldn’t. Not when she nervously awaited Jake’s verdict.

Said blonde beside her took the burger into his hands. It was a big burger, although it looked much smaller in between his hands as he lifted it towards his mouth. A hearty bite he took, causing Ana to hold her breath in anticipation.

“Shit Ghost, why did you keep this place a secret from us for so long?” There was a pleased grin spreading over Jake’s lips as he glanced over at her. He didn’t wait for another second after that to take a second bite. Ana’s heart beat weirdly strong after his indirect-direct compliment from him.

“Bagman, I  think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you compliment someone. Did you swallow too much water?” Phoenix hazed him, not wasting any chance in fueling the fire.

“Phoenix, phoenix, there hasn’t been anyone worthy of it before. Not like you would understand anyway.” 

“It’s just food,” she shrugged, reaching for the basket of fries when her fingers collided with Jake’s. She glanced down at his hand and then at him, pausing for a moment. They chuckled, both grabbing a couple of fries and shoving them into their mouths.

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Delay

One-Shot

Description: You are sent to kill your target, but a delay makes you run into Natasha

Warning: Smut, pure filth, lesbian porn. Like seriously this is 99% porn 👀 AND I AM PROUD OF IT! 😁🏳️‍🌈

This one-shot has been requested by the one and only @cheeseburgersstuff Hope you enjoy this dearie 😘❤️😄

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You were at the bar, swirling the lone olive in your martini. S.H.I.E.L.D's downfall hadn't been kind to most of the agents and spies, and you, just like some of your ex-colleagues, worked as an assassin for hire, though you still followed your moral-code and were picky when it came to choosing clients or targets. Your mission was supposed to be over by now, but your target decided to spend another day in the Bahamas, thus delaying his death by 24 hours. Searching for an excuse to pass the time, you looked around the bar, however, nobody was worth a second glance. 

You smelled her perfume first. Always light, sweet, with hints of citrus and floral notes. Within the next 2 seconds, you heard her chuckle.

As you turned back to your glass, you felt the air change.

Her lips soon met the dip between your breasts. She licked the outline of your left breast, her tongue touring the shape of your curve as you struggled to breathe. She then placed open mouth kisses on your bosom, kissing everywhere but the brown bud, now erect and tight with pleasure.

"Looks like we are after the same man," Natasha quipped as she took a seat besides you. 

You turned towards her with a smirk, drinking in her appearance like a glass of stiff gin. Natasha looked… breathtakingly stunning. The dark maroon off-shoulder gave a generous view of her cleavage, tapering off at her waist. Her sleek black pants accentuated her curves, tied with a big, leather belt at the centre. Her midriff showcased the large gold buckle as a crown, twinkling in the muted light of the hotel's bar.

Your eyes finally rested on her face. Her hair was now blonde, a complete 180 from her fiery, red mane that you had grown to relish in your fantasies. Though you had to admit, this look suited her fine.

"It seems that we are," you finally replied, sipping your drink as she considered you. 

"What do you want with Connor?" she inquired, clearly a bit surprised by your presence.

"Ahh you know, the same old. A lovely dinner at the rooftop restaurant, a sensual dance, peaceful walk in the garden, shooting him with 9mm bullets till he bleeds to death. Then maybe head for a midnight swim," you replied nonchalantly.

She cocked an eyebrow, "Not a very romantic way to end the evening."

You raised your hands in defence, "Hey, a girl's gotta eat."

Natasha held your gaze with worry. She knew you were one of few agents who were considered her equal back at S.H.I.E.L.D., and ever since you had started offering your services to the highest bidder? Your skillset had increased by leaps and bounds. Once where you had struggled to use a katana sword, you were now competent in wreaking havoc with just a paperclip. Slightly frowning her head, Natasha started saying, "I am here-"

"-to protect him. I know," you completed her sentence with a wicked grin, "Whatever shall we do now?"

"I was hoping I could reason with you," Natasha urged you, "we need to bring him in for questioning. He has vital information about…," Natasha stopped herself before continuing, "...something and we want that data."

"That data is why he's soon going to be 6 feet under honey," you winked at her and finished your drink. 

Just as you started to get up, she leaned over and brought her lips close to your ear and whispered, "Now if only there were something I could offer to persuade you." She gently kept her hand on your thigh, slowly riding it up under your dress. 

You squeezed your thighs shut, stopping the ascent of Natasha's hand. You met her gaze, your lips almost touching hers, "And what if I am still not convinced?" 

Her luscious lips parted slightly to reveal a smile, "Then at least we would have spent the next 24 hours in bliss."

You smirked and gently bit her lower lip with your teeth, pulling it with you as you moved back a bit. You finally let it go with a pop, as Natasha was now almost on your lap, "Where so you want to persuade me?" 

"How about your room?" she asked as you shook your head. 

"I would have been out of here if it weren't for the delay," you replied and Natasha nodded.

She led you to her hideout, a small studio apartment situated in a quiet building at the outskirts of the city. The apartment barely had enough room to accommodate a kitchen, a double queen-sized bed and a small bathroom. 

You followed her inside as she switched on the dim lights, encasing the room in a warm glow. You hadn't even finished turning around on your heels when she crashed into you, smashing you to the door. Her lips created a storm on yours, her hands almost everywhere on you at once. You kissed her back just as fervently, exploring her mouth with your tongue while you held her hair with one hand, the other squeezing her ass.

The two of you parted after a few moments, desperate for air. "You are supposed to ask me for coffee first," your sarcastic remark was followed by a surprised gasp as Natasha tore the front of your dress, exposing your lacy bra to her.

She licked her lips as her eyes darkened with lust, "It's been too long," she whispered as she dove to kiss your breasts over your bra, "so long."

You fumbled to open her giant belt as she ripped apart your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. But before she could take your nipple in her mouth, you held her chin and brought her face at level with yours. You kissed her as you started walking towards the bed, your fingers teasing her cleavage with feather-light touches as you unzipped her pants. 

By the time her legs touched the side of the bed, she was palming your breasts as you rubbed her mound over her pants. You pushed her onto the bed and watched as she almost bounced on the semi-hard mattress.

You returned the favor to her off-shoulder top and made quick work of getting her naked. Admiring her beautiful figure laid before you, you removed your ruined dress and joined her on the bed. 

Your passionate kisses resumed. Natasha quickly turned you over so that your back met the mattress as she worshipped your body. Her lips left a sloppy trail to your throat, sucking the spot where your neck met your shoulder. Her ministrations sent a shiver down your body to your core as you could only hold on to her hair for support. 

Filthy moans escaped your lips as you started squirming under her, already hot and bothered even though you knew she had barely begun. 

"What do you need baby?" she audaciously whispered as she looked at you with a smirk. 

You realised in that moment that Natasha was having fun at your expense. Too much fun.

You locked your legs above her waist and turned the two of you around again. Now on top, you let go of all the niceties as you took her hard perky brown nipple in your mouth, sucking and licking it with your tongue while your other hand traveled downwards on her fair body. 

You traced the V leading to her core, before you started rubbing it with the palm of your hand. Her pornographic mewls filled the quiet space as your thumb glossed over her clit. Her back arched off the mattress while the wetness from her mound coated your palm.

Your thumb kept ghosting over her clit, hardly applying any pressure on it as you started working on her other breast. 

She thrust her hips forward involuntarily, hoping to increase the friction, but you refused to relent. Finally, when she groaned out of sheer frustration, you looked up towards her with a shit-eating grin, "What do you want baby?"

She pouted her pretty lips, regret, lust and longing evident in her features.

"I want you to fuck me," she admitted.

"That's all you had to say," you replied as you entered one finger in her warm, dripping core.

She clutched your arm as you explored her walls. Your second finger joined the first, and the symphony of her moans filled the apartment. The speed of your fingers increased as the bottom of your palm met with her clit. You simultaneously sucked her nipple while squeezing her breast. Within moments, you felt her tense beneath you with pleasure, her cunt clenched around your fingers. She came as her body jerked on the bed, her release squirting out of her as you kept continuing your assault. 

Now covered in sweat, she finally rode her high, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

You settled down besides her, licking her juices off your fingers with content. When Natasha slowly got up, you thought she must be heading towards the washroom to clean up. But boy were you wrong.

She swiftly returned with a pair of heavy handcuffs and a strap-on tied to her pelvis. She practically jumped on you on the bed, caging your body beneath hers. She kissed the top of your nose as she worked tying your arms in the handcuffs with ease. 

"Try them," she urged. You tried to get out of the handcuffs, but every time you struggled, the grip got tighter and tighter. 

She chucked quietly at your useless efforts. "Oh my dear wifey," she cooed with love, "Though I did enjoy our little roleplay tonight, you are truly mistaken if you think I will let you off that easy, especially on our anniversary."

As she kissed you with passion again, your body was lit on fire again, the twinkling wedding band on Natasha's finger promising you a night of sheer bliss.

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