#sub!jake seresin

[mynameismckenziemae]

I Love You Two

Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader x Jake Seresin.

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You (Olivia ‘Liv’ Kazansky) have been chasing Bradley Bradshaw as soon as you learned to walk. He follows his dad’s footsteps and joins the Navy after high school, and you move across the country for college a few years later at 18.

10 years pass but you never forget that brown-eyed boy…maybe that’s why yet another relationship fails. The friendship with Bradley is easily rekindled when you move back home, along with the feelings you’ve tried to suppress. It seems he feels the same about you after an incredible, life-changing night together. But he’s gone the next morning, without a word or even a note, leaving you heartbroken and humiliated.

A few months later, a green-eyed aviator defends your honor from a drunk patron while you’re bartending. To show your thanks, you buy him a drink that leads to a month-long fling, and a plan to pursue more when he gets back from his deployment.

After returning from a rough deployment of his own, Bradley’s determined to find you as soon as his feet touch dry land. Undeterred when you ignore his phone calls and leave his texts on read, he heads to the Hard Deck, hoping you’re there or that Penny will take pity on him. He’s spent countless nights beating himself up for leaving you the way he did and nothing will stop him from telling you how he really feels before he begs for your forgiveness and another chance.

But he finds you in the arms of the man who’s made the last 3 months of his life a living hell.

Coming soon!

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This is going to be a love triangle, why choose, enemies to lovers, repressed bisexuality, polyamorous angsty story. Please let me know if you have any questions and if you’d like to be added to the taglist.

Like everything else I write/post/reblog, this is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. It will contain adult language, themes, and situations. MDNI!

Tagging who I think may be interested (lmk if not!)

@lexixstewart

@dizzybee03

@hookslove1592

@littlezee80

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@jessicab1991

@djs8891

@lonelysoul50

@bellaireland1981

@shanimallina87

@writtingrose

@blindedbythelightt

@seitmai

[sunlightmurdock]

I’m cracking up at the thought Mav always being the one to catch Rooster and Lil Kazansky going at it, better him than Ice at least 😭

“Just do me a favour and stop by to check on her every now and again, alright?” Those were Bradley’s exact words. Long deployments can be killer and leaving his girl for eight months had him damn near tearing his hair out. He couldn’t stand the thought of her coming back to his place every single night by herself.

Maverick wasn’t the closest with you, but it’s what Bradley had asked of him and seeing as the two of you are pretty serious about each other by now, he was happy enough to oblige. The past six months have been just fine. He comes over once to twice a week, sometimes he’ll bring dinner with him or the two of you can just talk. It’s been nice.

Bradley was told that there was no chance he would be coming back early. So, when he got that opportunity, he leapt at it. His thoughts have been of nothing but you for weeks. Maybe your father pulled some strings to get him home sooner. Either way, he’s walking up the path to the front door with his bags in his hands and his eyes on your car in the driveway.

He opens the front door delicately and clicks it shut behind him just as fast. You’re standing in the kitchen to his left, your jaw slack and your hand paused, knife halfway through a bell pepper.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bradley breathed out, dropping his bags by the door and reaching you in four strides. You’re almost knocked off balance as you hit his chest, his arms enveloping your frame and squeezing you tight against him. With his free hand, he pushes the cutting board far out of his way.

“You’re —? — But I thought…?” You stumble, voice muffled by his chest, abandoning your cooking to reach up and throw your arms around his neck. Bradley lowers his head first, kissing your mouth once slowly with need.

“A couple of guys got to head home early. Fuck, I’ve missed you.” His hands grab at your hips, manhandling you up onto the kitchen counter behind you, his mouth seeking out yours again. You hum happily against his lips, hooking your thighs around his hips, lifting your fingers to start unbuttoning the shirt of his khakis.

In the process of lifting you, his shirt that you’re wearing has bunched around your hips, giving him a perfect view of your pale blue panties. He groans at the sight alone, his cock growing stiff under the restraints of his uniform.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You tell him, letting your head fall back as he trails his tongue, nipping softly at your throat. “I want you so bad.”

Bradley groans, swallowing the sound, pushing the t-shirt up and tugging it over your head. “You’ve got me, baby, I promise.”

Your nipples harden against the air conditioning, your bare chest heaving as you try to rationalise that he’s back. Two months early. Kissing his way down your chest, kneading at your breasts with those big, strong hands.

Still, with this being you and him being him, you’re never above teasing him. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you lean back on your palms and part your thighs to give him a better view of your body. His eyes are ablaze instantly.

“I want you to feel how soaked I am for you,” You tell him, trailing the tip of your index finger over your slit through the soft blue fabric. Bradley’s mouth has never felt so dry. He reaches for you, stopping as you press your thighs together. “With your cock first.”

He bites his lip, shrugging off his unbuttoned uniform shirt and peeling off the white undershirt with it. Your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him prying open his belt, his eyes watching you hungrily.

He reaches into the khaki material and pulls his straining cock free as you lift your hips and kick off your panties. Rooster steps between your legs again, his breath shaking softly as he exhales.

You grab onto the thick muscle of his shoulder, practically trembling as he wraps a hand around the base of his cock and guides it between your legs. You watch, each of you exhaling with a pleased moan as he trails the tip through your excitement, letting it nudge softly against your entrance.

“More.”

Bradley shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you into a filthy kiss. “It’s been a while, don’t think you’d be able to take me just yet, sweet girl.”

He’s right, and as much as you’d like to complain about being made to wait, there’s just no way you can form a sentence coherent enough once he has buried his face between your legs like that’s what he was really coming home to.

By the time he’s finally pressing his length into you, you’re already trembling, on the comedown from that first orgasm, clinging onto him like your life depends on it. He’s got his arms wrapped completely around you, one hand on the nape of your neck to keep you as close as you can be.

He growls as he bottoms out, kissing your neck tenderly. “I love you so fucking much. Shit, I hate leaving you.”

“I love you,” You whimper out, nails dragging along his flexing shoulders as he starts to rock his hips. “Fuck, Bradley, harder. I need you.”

Maverick’s got his bike helmet in one hand and his phone in the other, reading a text from Ice about a surprise that Mav will be excited for. His brows are knitted together, focused on making his thumbs comply to punching letters into the tiny keypad enough to string together a reply. Late afternoon, early evening like this, the front door is always unlocked — you don’t lock it until the sun starts going down and the reason is really beyond him.

So, like he has done for the past six months, Maverick walks right up the porch and pushes the door open without knocking.

He doesn’t even open his mouth at first, his brows drawing together instantly, eyes blowing wide at the sounds that fill his ears. Against his better judgment, it’s his reflexes that have his head snapping to the left. “Oh my god!”

Bradley’s still standing in his khaki pants, unbuckled, unzipped and shoved down just enough. You’re wrapped around him, head thrown back and your eyes screwed shut, lips parted as you pant out breathless moans. Bradley tugs you closer to him to cover your body with his, in doing so drawing a delighted yelp from your lips.

“Oh my god!” Maverick stumbles back and hits the wall behind him, slapping his palm over his eyes. You gasp, eyes snapping wide open as you cling to Bradley.

“Mav!” Bradley almost cringes at the sound of you saying another man’s name, his uncle’s no less, while he’s buried inside of you.

“Mav, get the fuck out!” Bradley grits his teeth, your walls squeezing around him and making his head spin. Maverick bolts, and the door swings shut behind him.

“Oh my god, Mav hasn’t seen me naked since I was three and running across the back yard.” You whine out, letting your forehead fall against Bradley’s chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“He’ll get over it,” Bradley promises, starting to slowly rock his hips. “Better him than—“

“Don’t you dare say his name.” You grimace at the thought, pulling back to look up at Bradley. “You’re going to have to fuck me so good that I forget this ever happened. Okay?”

“Sure thing, baby.” Bradley lifts your chin and kisses into your mouth, hearing the rumble of Mav’s motorcycle starting away outside.

[shadowdancing-writes]

hangster wip / biological dom/sub au / nsfw / Bradley has spent his life rejecting being a sub / men refuse to communicate

[az-cain]

Okay so my request is jealousy smut with Jake Seresin. I don’t know what’s hotter— Jake being jealous and showing you only he can make you cum or you getting jealous over Jake and that leads to sub Jake.

Take your pick!

THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️ ofc i chose sub jake bc sub jake > anything else

TW FOR: emotional immaturity from jake, jealousy, spanking, light smacking, edging, oral sex m!receiving, f!masturbation, PiV sex, riding, unsafe sex

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You had broken away from that red-hot anger, that bright green envy. You’d gone years without losing it at someone who’d touched what was yours, but this was a special situation.

Jake’s face was pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and his quiet whimpers were doing nothing to bring your mood up. “Quit whining, you little shit.” Nodding against the bed, you watched as he tucked his lips between his teeth obediently. “Good boy, you know how to fix it.” You ran a hand over his red ass, his breathing picking back up in speed with the sting, before smacking it hard one more time. He yelped loudly and curled in on himself, sobbing loudly.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“I know you are,” you murmured, flipping him over to rest on his back. His hands grabbed at the sheets, back arching off of the bed both to feel something against his hard cock and to keep his stinging ass off of the sheets. “Still, you weren’t sorry when those girls were hanging off of you at the bar. Everyone was laughing at you because they knew you were gonna get your ass beat as soon as you got home, you know that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he sighed quietly, eyes clenched shut.

“Look at me,” you commanded, hand laying a light smack to his thigh. His eyes opened suddenly, blinking harshly to adjust to the light as his chest heaved for air. “Now why in the hell would you let those girls feel you up like that?”

“I needed you,” he whined.

“And you couldn’t come tell me?” You teased, that hand tracing up his thigh until it reached where he needed you. You ran a finger along the vein on his cock, his hips trying to press up against your hand, but you pressed them down with your other. “No,” you hissed, “answer my question, or I’ll sit here and get myself off with my own hand.”

He cried out, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry!” You tapped your thumb on his hip bone, finger still tracing along his dick. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry— I needed this, I’m sorry.”

“Oh sweetie,” you crooned, hand moving away from his hip and up to the bed beside his chest as you leaned over him, “You can always just ask me to be mean, you know that.”

He nodded silently, watery eyes meeting yours.

“But you didn’t, now did you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“And now, you’re paying for it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he licked his lips as he nodded, hips shifting slightly on the bed with excitement as he glanced down at where your tits hung above his chest.

“Didn’t I just say you were going to pay for it?” You pressed, smacking his cheek lightly, just enough to get him to meet your eyes again. “Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice was shaky as he tried to maintain his composure, watching your form move away as you moved back down to level with his cock, now bright red against his stomach.

You wrapped one hand around it, squeezing tightly at the base. “You’re free to make noise, now,” was the last thing to leave your lips before you swallowed him down, mouth completely engulfing him to where your lips met your hand. He yelped loudly, thighs tensing under you to try to keep still, audible pants mixing with whines.

Your tongue drew circles around him while you held him tightly in your fist. The salty taste of his precum filled your mouth, making you moan quietly. You pulled back, taking him down repeatedly until his thighs started to twitch below you and he let out little cries. You knew he was close, but held on one more second before pulling off, squeezing around his base to force him not to let go.

“No, no, no, please! Please, please, please,” he whined, head thrashing back and forth on the pillows.

“No,” you said coldly. “This is your punishment. Or part of it, anyway.”

He nodded, eyes still watering as you waited for his hips to still entirely, your spare hand moving down your body to circle your clit.

“If you’d been good tonight, you could’ve tasted me. But instead, you decided to flirt with those girls, and now I’m taking care of myself.” You sighed, hips rolling into your hand at his whimper, and swallowed him down again. This time, you removed the hand that circled the base of him and took him down your throat, muscles tightening around him as you struggled not to gag.

Your eyes watered like his, nails digging into the meat of his thighs, and you heard him cry out, his fingers still wrapped into the sheets. You shut your eyes and scratched down the pale skin of his thighs, feeling him twitch inside your mouth. You pulled off, leaving only the head in your mouth, and groaned around him. The vibrations had him sobbing, his hips trying to lift off of the bed against all of his might.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He shouted, voice cracking. “I need you, please, please, I’m sorry,” he whined, the words broken up by sobs as you pulled off of him again. “I’ll never do it again, please,” sighed out of his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut with the pain of yet another ruined orgasm. “Please, let me feel you.”

You smiled, placing a kiss on his hip bone before biting at the thin skin and sucking a mark into it. “One more.”

“No, no, please!”

The exclamation has you stopping and pulling back, but when you meet his eyes for confirmation he nods weakly, giving you permission to continue.

“Be good for me and I’ll ride you, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

One more time, you trace up him with your tongue and feel him throb, his harsh pants filling the room. You smile cruelly before you suck at the tip harshly, a shout and a litany of swears leaving his lips.

“Oh god, please. I’m so close.”

You kept going for a moment regardless of his cries, pushing all the way down to the root before you pulled off, the taste of his precum lingering in your mouth as you moved up his body so your mouths were level.

“You’ve been so good for me. Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes, ma’am, please, yes,” he cried, his sobs echoing before you kissed him for the first time that night. Your tongue pressed into his, his tears wetting your face. You felt his soft lips move slowly, apologizing, begging, as you lowered yourself onto him. You nestled his dick between your lips and sank down, a loud groan leaving your lips as he cried out against you.

“Oh, god, you feel so good,” he sobbed. “Never want anyone but you, I swear.”

“Good,” you groaned, one hand trailing down between your thighs to draw circles harshly over your clit. You bounced up and down on him, the slick between your thighs making it easy to move. You felt his thighs start shaking again and his lips opened to give you a warning, but you snapped out “Not before me,” before he could get any words out.

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded furiously, one hand moving to hold onto your hip as the other pushed yours aside to rub furiously over your clit with his thumb. “Come for me, please,” he panted, watching you bounce and starting to thrust his hips up into you.

“Oh god, keep doing that,” you cried, burying your face in his shoulder. You felt the tightness ratchet up, up, up, until finally you saw stars. You clenched up around him, knees tight to his hips as he kept thrusting into you.

He shouted your name, thumb still drawing circles, as he let go. You rested atop him, whining, as he filled you up and stopped moving, slipping out of you gently and wrapping his arms around you.

Panting in the afterglow, you kissed him gently again. “I love you,” you began, pecking him lightly on the lips, “but as good as that sex was, never pull that shit again.”

He nodded, kissing you longingly. “I know. I’m sorry. Seeing you with Rooster really hurt me but instead of talking to you like I should have I retaliated like a child.” He kissed you again. “I really am sorry.”

[kryptonitejelly]

Flyboy!Jake coded.

i love love love flyboy asks (but i admit i don’t get to them all…. that’s in me) entirely flyboy!jake coded.

also look at those arms 😵‍💫 i can’t even with him in this photo. that casual lean, hand behind his head. his legs..

reading this in the flyboy!era, but post part 6.

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“Geez Jake, manspread more why don’t you,” Emma says as she walks back to the area where your group, a small sub-group of the Seresin brood, has positioned themselves. She punctuates her barb at her brother by raising a foot to kick his shin lightly.

“Ouch,” he says in response without even a slight change in expression or movement.

“Uncle Jake, your legs,” the little voice that trails behind Emma protests, as Kyle follows after his mother, picking his way past the obstacle that is Jake’s unmoving legs to scramble his aay onto the sofa, arms and legs first, rolling his body up to wedge himself in between his Uncle Jake and father.

“You did just fine buddy,” Jake teases in response, winking down at his nephew as Liam, Emma’s husband and Kyle’s father ruffles his son’s hair.

“You could have moved your legs,” you muse, voice tinged with amusement as you take a step forward, having been trailing behind Kyle.

“I could have,” is what Jake responds, moving his hand from behind his head so that he is reaching out to you. You slip your hand into his, letting him tug you down gently into his lap. Once you’ve perched down onto his lip, and thigh, your legs knocking against his other knee, Jake lets his arm slip around your waist while raising the glass he is holding in his other hand to let you take a sip out of the straw of your drink he had been holding for you. “But then I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

“Have you become my own personal armchair,” you joke, “complete with a cupholder?”

“I’ll have you only sit on me for the rest of your life if I could,” Jake’s response is cheesy, sappy and with a tinge of innuendo and it makes the group around you, save for the children, groan in a mixture of disgust and horror.

“You’re the worst,” is what Emma helpfully supplies for the group as she balls up a paper napkin to toss it at her brother’s head.

“Your worst,” is what Jake says as he ignores Emma and tilts his head up towards you asking for a kiss, which you oblige. It promptly earns him another round of groans.

[vivwritesfics]

Umm just the tip was so hott! Def need a part 2

JAKE AND BUG RETURN - no bc i seriously love them so much, gonna do more jake and bug blurbs and make a whole ass masterlist

Jake Seresin is the aftercare king, Bug soon learns. Shame they're interrupted

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, sub-space hinted at

Just the Tip

God, how many times had Jake had her writhing on his cock, desperately babbling for him to make her cum?

He always gave her what she wanted, eventually. There was nothing Jake loved more than holding her on the edge, on the precipice of something so fucking good. "Daddy," she moaned, tears at the corner of her eyes.

Jake knew how to get her so deep into that headspace, the one that had her clinging onto him long after he made her cum, made her body convulse, legs shake around him. Where she whimpered against his body, keeping her legs locked around him, whining in desperation when he pulled out.

It took a moment for her to come back to him. Words were hard in that moment, but Jake gave her what she needed. Soft gentle touches, dressing her in one of his shirts. She didn't let him leave her side for a moment but, as soon as he could, he got her something to drink, water to sooth her throat.

And then Jake got her into the bath. He always sat down first and helped her onto his lap, running the soaped up loofah over her skin. "There you go, Bug," he whispered as she hummed.

Another sweet sigh of 'Daddy' left her lips.

As much as Jake loved fucking her, feeling the way she clenched around him as he toyed with her body, he loved looking after her more. Having her held against him as he cleaned the sweat from her body and the mess between her thighs.

The doorbell to Bug's apartment rang. "Jake," she whispered with a groan.

He took care of it for her. Jake pulled her out of the tub and wrapped her in a fluff towel, sitting her on the closed lid of the toilet as he pulled on a pair of pants and went to answer the door.

And, when he opened it, he was mortified.

There he stood in just a pair of pants, body wet, hair dripping, as he looked at Bug's father. "Mav," he said with wide eyes.

Maverick stared at Jake, expression unamused. Actually, Jake was more surprised Maverick wasn't swinging it him. "Hangman," Maverick said with his jaw set. "What're you doing in my daughter's apartment?"

"Jake? Who is it?" She called, appearing from the bedroom.

She was back in her own mind, at least, that muddied headspace born from please gone. But she was dressed in nothing but Jakes shirt and a pair of pretty pink panties, ones he was pretty sure he'd picked out for her.

She looked past him, at the person standing at the door.

"Shit."

[mrsjobarnes]

TOPGUN

Please read the Warnings in the author's post! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

• Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw •

That Didn’t Go As Planned - @sebastianstangirl01

Something Special - @mads-weasley

Sub Rosa - @sunlightmurdock

laundry day - @oncasette

I Was Wrong - @xelizabethvalentinex

Sandy Bump - @youlightmeupfinn

Into His Hands - @youlightmeupfinn

You're Pregnant While He's Deployed - @youlightmeupfinn

and even when we’re wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay - @gretagerwigsmusegsmuse

Trouble in paradise - @sunlightmurdock

My future in you @sunlightmurdock

Green-eyed Rooster @cherrycola27

Mister grumpy chicken @stargazing15

• Jake "Hangman" Seresin •

In too deep - @sunlightmurdock

Pink stripes - @heartsofminds

Brosectomy - @topguncortez

Before I Knew - @ereardon

Slow Ride - @vivwritesfics

• Robert "Bob" Floyd •

The captain’s daughter - @callsignhoney

Worth the Wait - @cherrycola27 

That's Mine - @attapullman

[withahappyrefrain]

how bad do you want me?" with Jake seresin plzzz

I see a chance to write sub!Jake and I take it

"How bad do you want me?" Your breath is hot on the shell of his ear. It takes Jake several moments for his brain to register the question. Your hands were all over his body and yet not where he needed you the most.

This is not what he expected when he started a conversation with you at the bar earlier tonight.

You looked so sweet, sipping on your drink. Though in hindsight, Jake now realized the gleam in your eyes was mischief, not curiosity.

He didn't expect to be underneath you, clad in just his boxers, having spent the last hour being mercilessly teased.

"Jakey," your voice was condescendingly sweet, "Asked you a question. You gonna be a good boy and answer?"

God, he wanted to be good for you, more than he had for anyone else. But his brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. All he could focus on was how your fingers were toying with the waistband of his boxers.

His words came out slurred together. You had demolished the cocky, confident pilot who had approached you. In it's place was one of the most squirming, whiniest man.

It was fucking delicious.

"C'mon baby, you can do better than that," you urge, hand gently squeezing the bulge that was straining his boxers. The long awaited relief pulled him out of the haze.

"W-want you s'bad. I'll do anything, anything!"

Jake didn't even recognize his own voice. It was as if you had cast a spell over him, bewitching him body and soul.

You simply smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his burning red cheek, "Good boy."

The praise made him melt into the mattress. His hands gripped your comforter, having learned earlier not to touch unless you had explicitly told him so.

He let out a broken moan upon feeling you grind your clothed core against his boxer-clad erection. Your hands cupped his chiseled jawline, capturing his lips in a messy kiss. By now, Jake would have already been done and out the door.

But you were bringing out a side of him that he didn't even know he had. He was desperate. Pure, one hundred percent, desperate. Desperate to have you, desperate to please you.

You stilled your hips and grinned as he let out a confused whine.

"Wh-why did you stop?"

"Because I need you on your hands and knees. We're going to have some fun Jake."

He had never moved faster.

[mynameismckenziemae]

In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 11 ½

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OFC

Summary: It’s your turn to take the lead.

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MDNI, this is pure smut, a little oral (m receiving), ass play, spanking, p in v, sub!jake seresin, light dom/sub, etc.

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“Turn over and find out.”

A shiver works through Jake from your words. You give him just a few more pulls before easing the stroker off and setting it aside.

“Christ Charlie!” He gasps when you bend forward to lick the remaining cum off his cock with a moan.

“Good?” You ask, looking up at him.

He nods, inhaling sharply when your tongue darts out again. “J-just…ah! sensitive.”

You finally release him and lean forward to brush your lips over his. “What do you say, Jake? Can I spank you?”

You smirk when his cock twitches in interest. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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“We can stop at any time,” you remind him as you straddle his thick thighs and warm some oil between your hands.

“I know. I trust you,” he replies into his crossed arms, sighing when you begin to massage his back. “If this is your idea of a punishment, you can punish me anytime.”

You laugh. “I’m just helping you relax first, I know how tense you’ve been lately. This massage oil also doubles as a lubricant.”

“Whatcha need lube for? I know it’s not you, I can feel how wet you are,” he replies, tensing as your hands travel lower to knead the taut muscles of his ass.

“A toy.”

“What kinda toy?” He asks, beginning to relax under your hands.

“A butt plug.”

“For you?”

“Nope. Well, it was going to be originally but I hadn’t had a chance to use it before you dropped in.”

“You like…that?”

“I’m not sure, haven’t had anything back there yet. Will you try it with me sometime?”

“God, yes,” he breathes, hips rutting into the bed at the thought of trying another first together.

You hum in agreement as you drag a finger between his cheeks and over his hole, coming back up to circle before pressing the tip in. You repeat the motions again and again. Soon he pushes back against your prodding finger, growing impatient.

You swat his cheek with your other hand. “Be patient or you won’t get anything but your spanking.”

He nods with a sigh, forcing himself to hold still.

You continue to tease his hole with your finger until he can’t hold back his desperate whines. You squirt out a generous amount of lube onto the plug and a bit more between his cheeks.

“It’s small; not much bigger than my finger but tell me if it’s too much,” you murmur before pressing it to his rim.

“It’s not-oh fuck. That’s good,” he moans, knuckles turning white as he grips the comforter when you gently push it in.

You lean down to press kisses up his spine. “It’s too bad you couldn’t listen. I was going to wear this tonight and ask you fuck me from behind so you could play with it,” you sigh dramatically against his back while you angle the base of the plug to press on his prostate. Your eyes drift close at the guttural sound that leaves him.

“I’ll be back,” you murmur before you climb off to wash your hands.

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“Nervous?” You ask when you return, walking to the edge of the bed.

“Nah, I’ve seen your spaghetti arms,” He teases, turning his head with a wink.

“Remember the last time you said that? I gave you a black eye,” you say, eyes narrowing.

“Okay, but the sun was in my eyes and the ball bounced off my glove-“ he cuts off with a gasp when your hand meets his ass for the first time.

“Excuses, excuses,” you sigh before bringing your hand down on his other cheek again and again in a flurry, harder each time. “Better watch that smart mouth before it gets you in more trouble. Got it?”

He nods and you spank him again.

“Use your words, Jake,” you order breathlessly as your fingers trail over the red handprints.

He lets out a shaky breath before replying, “Yes ma’am.”

Though it’s just his southern upbringing, another wave of arousal shoots between your legs, coating your thighs at his response.

He tenses when your hand lifts from his heated skin.

“Rethinking that spaghetti arm comment yet?” You ask, nudging the base of the plug.

“Yes ma’am,” he admits quietly, sucking in a breath when you spank him again.

You tease him by alternating between more harsh spanks and light caresses. You’re absolutely soaked from his wrecked gasps and whimpers and how his skin is getting more and more red with each hit.

It’s when he can’t keep his hips from grinding into the mattress trying to find friction that you decide he’s had enough.

“Learn your lesson yet?” You ask, rubbing the sting out.

“Yes,” he sighs, sounding fucked out already.

You sigh heavily and swat each cheek again. “Yes, what?”

“Ma’am…I meant ma’am! Yes ma’am!” He groans, hips working faster.

“There’s my good boy,” you purr.

His hips stutter at your words, bringing a hand under him to grip the base of his erection.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

“I fucking love it, but I-you can’t…not now. Or I’ll cum,” he pants desperately.

As much as you want to see if your words could get him off, you hold your tongue; you’re just as much of a mess as he is.

Once his orgasm isn’t quite as imminent, you have him flip to his back, reveling in the hiss that escapes him when his burning skin touches the bedding.

You waste no time and straddle him, sinking down with a drawn-out moan as his cock kisses your cervix. His hands immediately reach for your hips in a bruising hold as he guides you into a punishing pace.

“I…I forgot to tell you,” you pant, reaching behind you as you ride him, “it vibrates too.”

His back arches when you click it on and a strangled shout is ripped from his throat, “Fuckin’ hell!”

You’re already close but you reach between your legs knowing he’s not going to last long. It only takes a few tight circles off your clit before you fall over the edge with an uninhibited cry.

Jake manages to hold off but when your pussy grips him like a vice, he’s done. The vibration against his prostate has hot tears of pleasure streaming from his eyes as he cums with a choked sob.

•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•

“Something wrong, Jake? You’re squirming an awful lot there,” You murmur hotly against his ear the next morning in church. You’ve been watching him try to get comfortable on the hard wooden pew for the past 5 minutes.

Just as he’s leaning over to reply, Ruth reaches over to lightly smack the back of his head to shush him. You have to bite your lip to keep from giggling as a flush creeps up his neck to the tips of his ears.

•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•

A/N: this was all porn, no plot. I’ll be the first to admit this isn’t my best work. Sigh. I feel like I can’t write worth a dang anymore.

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[sunlightmurdock]

Is there one time that Ice does walk in on Lil Kazansky and Rooster or is it just all close calls?

Oh no, there’s definitely a time when Ice gets back from a particularly long work trip, right before he’s retired for good — and decides to pay his youngest daughter and her new husband a visit right from the airport.

What he isn’t expecting is to see the pair of you, each wrapped in only a pair of fluffy white towels. Bradley’s got you lifted into the air, your legs around his waist and his tongue in your mouth. Neither one of you hear the door open, until Ice makes a sound of immediate horror.

Bradley’s the first to notice, his cock hard and tenting the towel, luckily covered but unfortunately covered by your ass resting against it. He turns his head and briefly looks your father in the eye. They both turn their heads so that neither one of them has to look at each other.

“What the fuck—“ Bradley almost drops you, still half slippery from fucking you against the shower tile five minutes ago. He’s torn between catching you again and being stuck with you still naked and in his arms or putting you down and making a run for it.

“Dad! We agreed! The key is for emergencies only!” You’re fighting to untangle yourself from Bradley and keep the towel secured around your body. Your father’s eyes are already closed and he’s pinching the bridge of his nose, backing away from you.

“I — yeah. That’s a good rule,” Ice mutters dejectedly as he fumbles blindly for the door handle again. He tears it open and rushes backwards out. “Give me a call. Whenever. Bye.”

Bradley doubles over and exhales deeply as the door swings shut again, running a hand over his face. You reach out and stroke through his curls.

“I can’t believe your dad just saw that.” He groans out, wincing at the idea of looking his boss in the eye again on Monday morning.

“I’m sorry about him,” You trail your fingers up along the ridges in Bradley’s bicep, over his thick shoulder. The look in your eye is outright devilish as he straightens up again. He watches as you reach out and hook a dainty index finger into the fold of the towel around his hips. “Can I make it up to you?”

He leans his head back and sighs, then remembers to look to the left. If he cranes his neck, he can see out onto the street. He grabs your hand, pausing you until your father’s mid-life crisis sports car has sped off down the street.

“Yeah,” He breathes out finally, swallowing as you sink to your knees in front of him. “You and your family are going to be the death of me. You know that, right?”

You tug the towel and it falls to his feet compliantly. He hums as you lean forwards and kiss the underside of his cock, letting it rest, thick and hard against your plush lips. “Aren’t I worth it, though?”

Closing his eyes and knowing that you’re right, Bradley just groans as he trails his fingers over your scalp, grabbing a fistful of your roots.

[shadowdancing-writes]

Hangster Biological Dom/Sub AU (nsfw/explicit) synopsis

bring me back to life

Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a High Level Dominant and the entire U.S. navy knows it.

That might be a slight exaggeration, but Hangman rubs his Alignment in everyone’s face.

On the other hand?

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw is a High Level Submissive, and only three people alive know it.

Himself, his estranged godfather, and his estranged god-father’s husband.

Rooster refuses to tell anyone his Alignment, believing that being a Submissive is no one’s business other than his own (not that he likes it being his business either.)

_

In the middle of the ocean, the night after a routine mission Rooster is in the showers when he feels it.

Sub Drop.

In the back of his mind, he knows the symptoms of Sub Drop have been chasing him for two weeks. Instead of being a smart Submissive, he pushed it to the side until he was back on land.

Now, he had no other choice than to find a Dominant with the ability to regulate his hormones.

And the only choice he has is the last choice he’d ever make. Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the only Dominant on the entire ship ranked high enough to give Rooster what he needs.

This leaves Rooster with a choice: let Hangman see the most sensitive and vulnerable part of him or force himself into hormone sickness.

Though Hangman is more than willing to step in, Rooster isn’t willing to take either option.

[sebsxphia]

three tender lovers.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

￫ word count: 6.7K.

￫ c/w: threesome, sex, blowjobs, squirting, kissing, double creampie, nipple pinching, biting, scratching, praise, minor degradation, overstimulation, hints of mean dom bob and dom jake, use of the nickname “bunny”, crying kink if you squint, sub-space, aftercare, beginnings of a poly!relationship and our boys kissin’.

￫ a/n: this is for @sushiwriterhere threesomeissance 2023 writing event! thank you so much for tagging me my love, this was so much fun to write! <3 make sure you check out the other incredible pieces! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob up-stretched his arms and shed his undershirt from his flight suit. It practically stuck to his skin with sweat and grime from a day of flying too close to the sun. He was about to hit the showers quickly in enough time to make it back home to you.

He was never one to hang about after training. The quicker he could get in and out, the quicker he could get home to his wife. That was before he heard a loud clang of a locker from behind him, followed by a whistle.

“Damn, Baby. You’ve been in a fight with a bear or somethin’?”

Jake’s voice from behind Bob caused his eye to twitch. He turned around to face the blonde pilot with an unphased expression on his face. Jake on the other hand was wearing his million-dollar, cock sure smile. He leaned against his locker with nothing on. All he was holding was his towel, bunched up in his hand and just about covering his cock.

Bob hated how overly confident Jake could be in the showers. He also hated how he found himself always trying to get a glance.

Jake had opted to now call Bob, Baby. It all stemmed from his years-old joke of what B.O.B. stood for. Baby on Board was too long for Jake, so he was just Baby.

“How’d you get those war marks on your back, Baby?” Jake jabbed again, licking at his bottom lip.

Bob’s eyes narrowed inwards towards Jake before cooling off. He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he remembered last night with you. He wanted to tell Jake to fuck off and that his sex with you is private, and he’d never utter a word to anyone about your shared, deepest darkest fantasies.

But then he remembered your shared discussion of bringing someone else in and how you both settled on Jake as a possible option. It was only talk, but at this point, Bob bit the hand that fed him.

“I don’t know,” He shrugged. “Why don’t y’ ask my wife?”

A chorus of hollers and cheers from the other pilots in the locker room could be heard and Jake bit back a laugh.

“As if, Baby. I don’t believe you fuck that good.”

“Y’ know, Bagman, if y’ want to see, how about you fuck my wife yourself?” He slammed his locker door and stared down at Jake.

Bob couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. It had been playful, teasing jabs at one another for years and as it went on, they became far more flirtatious on both party's accounts. The locker room went into another uproar at Bob’s quick tongue and mouthful back at the cocky pilot, but he was still holding his intense gaze.

Jake’s smile had faltered an inch, only his eyes zoned in on Bob’s. He let his tongue run alongside his cheek and puffed out his chest. He wanted Bob to call bluff so badly, to call off whatever this was, to prove Jake wrong that he hadn’t been flirting with him all these years, but Bob didn’t move an inch. Not until he flung his towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers.

He briefly heard the laughter and other remarks from the pilots before the commotion died down. As he turned on the shower, the sound of water filtering through and splashing on the tiles drowned out the rest. That was until he heard the footsteps inch closer towards him.

Out of Bob’s peripheral vision, broad shoulders and sandy blonde hair came too. He continued to pay no mind to him and let the sound of the water continue to fill the room. It ran over the thick and heavy tension that was settling in the air. Neither of them spoke a word as they lathered themselves up with soap and let the duds fall to the tiles and down the drain. Unknown to either of them, they would occasionally steal glances at the other when getting the soap out of their eyes.

Bob would watch how the droplets of water dribbled down Jake’s toned torso and caught on the soft hairs of his pubic bone.

Jake would follow the trail of veins poking through Bob’s forearms and up his biceps, watching how they flexed in time with him washing the shampoo out of his hair.

Bob reached to the small shelf holding the soap to lather himself one last time. His fingers outstretched and met another set of hands reaching for the same. They met Jake’s and through the soaking water, he felt a jolt meet his fingertips and run through his veins. He was surprised at how soft they felt, yet he knew they could control a whole aircraft. It made a shiver start in his neck and run down his spine. The warm water did nothing to hide the goosebumps that were left in its wake.

Jake looked up and caught Bob’s eyes for the first time during the shower. He swallowed thickly before croaking out, “Baby, what I said back there, I didn’t mean—”

“This Saturday. I know you’re free. Come round to ours at seven.”

Before Jake could respond to Bob’s bold response, he slammed his water off, grabbed his towel and was out of the shower.

Jake was left with his lips parted in a breathless and wordless daze. His hand was still wrapped around the soap and squeezing so tight, he didn’t realize he had destroyed the bar completely.

He couldn’t believe he was here. He’d been round to Bob’s only once before and that was only to drop some paperwork off. He hadn’t even been in his hallway, let alone his bedroom, with his wife.

Everything had been agreed upon prior. Jake came round at seven on the Saturday as agreed and you answered the door with a warm and welcoming smile.

He could never deny that Bob’s wife was beautiful. You were radiant. He offered in return a kiss to your cheek and let his large hand fall to the small of your back, bringing you in. His hand was warm and firm. You felt your heart pound a little faster through your rib cage at his touch, letting your mind wonder what his hand would feel like against your bare skin.

Jake let himself inhale your perfume that rested under your jaw and the sweet smell of shampoo in your hair. It was intoxicating to him. You were beaming at him as you greeted him politely, took his jacket and hung it up on the coat hooks in the hallway.

It was such a simple gesture, but with the combined smell of something delicious cooking through the kitchen, Jake felt safe. He had entered a warm and loving home, and it settled his nerves to whatever was about to be offered.

You ate (with Jake complimenting Bob’s cooking more times than he could count), exchanged more polite conversation and then agreed on what was to happen. You slinked up to your bedroom to shed your sundress into something else before calling your husband and his co-worker upstairs. Bob took the lead up the stairs with Jake following behind.

As he came into your bedroom and saw the sight of you, a deep rumble of appreciation left Bob’s chest with a smirk resting on his lips. “My beautiful, beautiful, wife. You look gorgeous, darlin’.”

“Thank you.” You shyly replied, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks as Jake came through the doorway and his eyes fell on you.

It was the first time he had seen you like this. So exposed, so vulnerable. You were wearing a simple oversized white shirt, one that Bob would wear with his Navy whites. It was far too torn and tattered for him to wear anymore, but it became a piece of clothing Bob would become ravenous over, especially if you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

The open shirt lay over your stiff nipples but didn’t hide the swell of your breasts. With your legs crossed as you sat on the edge of your bed, you could just about catch the soft mound of your pubic bone, but your thighs were exposed. The drape of the shirt barely covered them.

Jake swallowed thickly again and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, feeling his mouth dry up ever more. He let his heavy gaze run up and over your body and your cheeks only turned a rosier shade of pink, flushed hot. His cock twitched in his pants and it prompted him, after not saying anything for what seemed like an eternity.

“You… You look, gorgeous. Bob’s a lucky husband.” Jake half-heartedly laughed.

He was nervous.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was nervous.

Bob had a natural-born instinct for reading people and he could tell in an instant what Jake was doing.

Truth be told, Jake had already had a couple of threesomes in his lifetime, but it had never been this intimate. It had never been with a co-worker's wife, never with someone who he had come to like, never in a safe and loving environment.

Bob let his hand fall to Jake’s back and gently ran his thumb in circles to soothe the nerves of the pilot. He smoothed his hand down his back further and gently linked his fingers with his to coax him closer to you and your bed.

Jake now stood in front of you with Bob to the side and his hand gently resting in your hair. You stayed sat and gazed up at the tall blonde with a look of lust clouding your eyes.

“Jake?” You called out his name sweetly. It was barely above a whisper but his ears turned hot at hearing you say his name so sweetly. “Can I touch you?”

Your question and now the clear sight of your breasts caused Jake’s cock to twitch again, and he breathed out a desperate, “Yes.”

You tentatively reached your hands out and let your fingers graze over his shirt, feeling the ripple of muscles underneath him. You moved over his large forearms and further up his biceps. As your hands rose higher, you eventually stood up from the bed, Bob’s hand never leaving your frame and now resting on the small of your back. It was a familiar touch that still grounded you to him, despite the situation.

Your hands ran around his shoulders and behind his neck. “You can touch me, Jake.” You quietly prompted him, now standing to his height. His hands reached out and fell to your hips. He squeezed you gently through the crisp fabric of the shirt and you let out a gasp. “Remember, you say the word and we stop this.”

He nodded, but Bob pressed his finger to Jake’s chin to turn him. “Words, baby.”

Baby.

Baby.

Bob Floyd was calling Jake, baby and it ignited something so deep within him he could feel a flame lick at his stomach.

“Yes. We say the words and we stop this.” Jake corrected himself and you smiled at him with an electrified smile. He had tasted love and it tasted sweet. The flame that was licking in his stomach was burning bright and deep, and it encouraged him greatly. He felt a newfound swell of confidence burn over him and he hooked his finger under your chin and brought your lips to his.

His kiss was soft at first, letting his lips become accustomed to yours before you let out a needful whine and tugged at the soft blonde hairs at the base of his neck. You pulled him closer and he reciprocated with a harsher squeeze of your hips. They were flush against his crotch and you could feel his ever-growing bulge rub against you. The grind from you caused him to groan into the kiss and let his tongue dip between your lips and run alongside.

Both your cheeks were flush with a warm glow and Bob could feel the heat radiating off you both, as you continued to press yourself against Jake growing hotter with desire. You parted from his lips with a gasp, unable to hold back your ever-growing smile.

“Jake, Bobby,” You turned to your husband whose eyes were heavy and his pupils completely dilated black. “I need you both.”

“Of course,” Bob purred and slid his hand from your back to the base of your neck, pulling you to be millimetres from his lips. “Will you be a good girl and show our guest what your pretty little mouth can do?”

You quietly moaned and nodded, letting Bob pull at your neck and press his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Jake let out a curse of your name at seeing you bend to his touch. He was beginning to get a taste of just how dominant Bob could be and it intrigued him even further.

“Off for me and on your knees,” Bob instructed you again with a flick of his finger under your shirt. You willingly shed your shirt and let it fall to the bed. Now completely naked to Jake, he let out a wanton groan. You sank to your knees and gazed longingly upwards at the two pilots, their cocks both straining hard against their trousers and appearing prominently.

The sight was nothing like Jake had ever seen before. Your nipples were stiff and you sat obediently with your hands in your lap, awaiting your husband's next instruction. But it never came. Jake’s shoulders had rolled backwards and he was relaxed. He was adhering to the agreement that you were to do as they say. He let his fingers cradle your jaw and gently slipped his thumb between your lips. You took it into your mouth eagerly and sucked on it. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb had him longing to know what it felt like on his hard cock.

“Jesus, such a sweet thing, Bobby. So good, so obedient.” Jake purred and Bob chuckled.

“There’s the Jake I had imagined in the bedroom,” Bob said lowly with a smirk.

Jake couldn’t hold back the heat that rose to his cheeks as he thought of Bob imagining him in the bedroom, but he was brought back to the present by the needy moan of you below them.

Bob shushed you gently and reassured you. “I’m sorry, darlin’. We’ve been deprivin’ you, haven’t we?” You nodded again and this time, they both let out a low chuckle.

They made quick work of unbuckling their belts and pushing the waistband of their boxers down to let their aching cocks slap against their torsos. You had always thought Bob was big, but Jake was no different. Your mouth began to salivate and you moved towards Bob, but his hand was in your hair and pulling you back with a click from his tongue.

“Nu-uh, darlin’. Guests first.”

You swallowed and looked back at Jake who was gazing down at you with his pupils blown wide with desire. He gripped the base of his cock and let his tip move past your lips tentatively. The soft feeling of your mouth wrapping just around his tip had Jake groaning. You moved your mouth further down his shaft, with Bob’s hand not letting go of your hair to steady you, but it couldn’t stop you. You wanted to feel Jake rest heavily on your tongue completely. You felt his tip nudge at your throat and a gag rumbled through your throat. Jake stumbled and his hips stuttered forward.

“Shit. Oh God, sweets. So needy for me already, hm?”

You whined around him and it vibrated off his shaft, earning another deep groan from Jake. Your eyes flicked to the side and you caught a glimpse of Bob fisting his cock heavy in his hand, his jaw set solid and his eyes trained heavily on you both, watching how your mouth took every inch of him. You wanted to put on a show for your dear and loving husband. You wanted to show him you craved this just as badly as him.

You worked your mouth up and over Jake’s thick shaft with precise strokes. Every time his swollen tip hit the back of your throat he let out another rumbled groan, earning smaller groans from Bob. Your tongue was laying flat underneath his base and it allowed Bob to gently start rocking your head for himself, letting Jake fuck your throat, his hips rocking into you.

Another handful of movements from Bob came before he was getting antsy. “C’ere, sweetheart.” He purred and moved your head off Jake to place your swollen lips around his shaft. You sunk easily, knowing every inch and vein like the back of your hand. Your nose brushed against Bob’s brown curls at his base as he rocked into your mouth. You gazed up at your husband with tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes from your throat being fucked so consistently. Bob’s jaw was still set firm as he revelled in the familiar feeling of his wife’s mouth, letting out deep moans and hissing when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

But Jake was beginning to get cocky.

“I thought we were doing this so I could fuck your wife stupid. Earn those bear marks of yours.” Jake drawled out with a smug tone before reaching for your hair and pulling you off Bob, leaving him snarling from the loss of contact so suddenly. A pitiful whine left your lips with a string of saliva still connecting to your husband's tip. As you swallowed back around Jake’s cock you began to bounce gently on your knees, your bare cunt trying to find friction from the air as desperation began to make you clench around nothing.

Bob let out a chuckle as he saw you hump the air pathetically. “I don’t think y’ need to wait much longer.” He pulled you off Jake once more and cradled your jaw to let you gaze upwards. “Do y’ want to be fucked now, Bunny? You’ve been so good for me and your guests.”

“Please, please, please. I’ve been so good.” You pouted slightly, your eyes pleading desperately with your husband. He hummed in pleasant agreement and reached down to pick you up gently, laying you on the bed as if you were fragile porcelain.

By this time Jake was already stripping himself off his clothes and Bob followed in tandem. Although your mouth was just full of heavy saliva, your throat dried up and your breathing quickened as you caught sight of the two naked pilots. Bob’s beauty was always intoxicating and dizzying to you and you found Jake giving you the same effect.

You counted your lucky stars of your current situation and your husband found himself doing the same. He had seen Jake naked too many times for him to count, but this was different. His eyes were heavy with desire, and his cheeks and chest were flushed with the most beautiful rosy pink. He had never noticed how blonde the soft curls were on his pubic bone, as his cock was pressed against his tone torso, although he’d caught sight of them constantly in the showers. They replicated how his hair was dusty and sun-kissed blonde, already becoming ruffled from Jake running his hand through his hair.

Bob thought he’d never looked so handsome.

“Jake?”

“Baby?”

The name made Bob shiver and his stomach crashed like thunderous waves against stone rocks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please, Baby.” Jake gasped before wrapping his hand around the back of Bob’s head, his fingers tugging gently on his hair as he pressed his lips against his. They both let out a deep moan in unison. Years of tension and yearning rolled off their shoulders and bubbled up their throats as they tasted each other for the first time.

You watched keenly from the bed. It both made your heart bloom with a thousand flowers that your husband found solace within Jake and caused your abdomen to feel as though a thousand butterflies were coursing through you. Your thighs pressed and rubbed together to alleviate some of the growing arousal. You let out a whimper and they broke from the kiss to look at you, both with a lopsided smile on their faces.

As you pulled your thighs apart and felt the cool air run over your twitching cunt, Bob cooed. “Bunny, we’re so sorry. We’re comin’.”

Jake could feel his mouth salivate at the sight of Bob’s wife’s thighs spread apart and their pussy glistening with arousal, practically throbbing. “Look at that pretty pussy, sweets. Your thighs are slick already.” He groaned, kneeling between your thighs.

Bob took place up by your head, letting his hand soothe through your hair and his other holding the base of his cock, giving himself lazy, slow strokes.

Your hands came under your thighs to hold yourself open for him, squirming your hips closer to his cock as Jake took it in his hand and slapped it on your aching clit. It jolted sparks of pleasure through your abdomen at its first contact and you let out a loud whine. Your hips involuntarily bucked upwards to chase the feeling and Jake relished in the neediness of your touch. His free hand came to grip your hip as he ran his tip through your folds and collected your arousal, smearing it over your clit. It earned louder moans from yourself and more desperate bucking. He was smirking down at you with his signature cock sure smile.

“I want to remember the moment I slip my cock inside Bob’s wife’s tight pussy.”

He hissed as he slowly slid inside you and felt your slick walls take him, clenching tightly. He was thicker than Bob and you squirmed your hips, moaning as you adjusted to his size. He cursed to himself and threw his head back when your hips met his.

“Jesus, takin’ me so pretty, sweetheart. That’s it… Good fuckin’ girl.” He purred down to you as he momentarily slid out before feeling his tip run back over your sweet spot nestled deep inside you. At each slow and teasing stroke, you clenched tighter around him. You finally felt so full and you didn’t want the feeling to be taken away. You were desperately chasing it.

As he set a pace you glanced up at Bob with a couple of stray tears now leaving the corners of your eyes. “B—Bobby,” You whined. “He feels s’ g—good. It feels so good, fuck!”

Bob’s thumb gently wiped your tears away and smoothed over your hot cheeks, gently reassuring you. “Such a good girl for me. My pretty little wife looking s’ fuckin’ pretty takin’ another pilot's cock.”

As his thumb came down to his lips, you took it into your mouth to soothe yourself, but Bob removed it quickly. “No, no. C’ere,” He gripped the mid-length of his cock and let his tip fall between your parted lips. You eagerly sucked as much of his length as you could from this angle. “Good, Bunny.” He praised you.

You let your eyes flutter shut as the beginnings of complete pleasure roll over your body in waves. Over and over, you felt the powerful thrust of Jake’s hips with Bob rocking and resting heavily on your tongue. Two pairs of hands were gripping onto your flesh or soothing over your goosebumps, occasionally tugging on your stiff nipples to elicit louder, yet muffled, moans. You were stuffed full and you felt whole.

Jake’s thrusts picked up their pace and he was pistoning with such pressure you could feel the familiar warmth in your stomach grow. As his pubic bone met yours it grazed over your clit. It was small and frictionless contact, but the teasing alone had you nearly coming undone.

“They’re squeezin’ me so tight.” Jake gritted between his teeth, still cursing your name so pretty.

The corners of Bob’s lips quirked upwards and his eyes zoned in your expression. Your jaw was slack and although still stuffed full, you were drooling around his length with your eyes all but rolling back into your skull. He knew you were close.

“You want to earn those bear marks now?” Bob quipped. He grunted and nodded feverishly at him. Bob slipped from your mouth with drool still connecting to his tip. You mewled as he left you, but he was quick to reassure you he would be right here as he slid his hands into your hair.

With silent encouragement from Bob, Jake doubled down over your body and his large frame covered you whole. Your hands fell to his shoulders and gripped them tightly. One of his broad forearms rested by you to hold himself up enough that he could snake his hand between your slick sweaty bodies and find your aching clit. The soft pads of his fingers connected to you and you cried out his name loudly, finally feeling a firm pressure. He drew lazy circles around you with his thrusts now seemingly impossibly closer to you.

“Please, please, please… oh God!” Incoherent babbling left you as hot tears continued to streak down your cheeks. You never thought your husband’s, co-workers cock, could ever feel so fucking good.

“Bobby, Bobby!” You screamed instinctively. “Can I come?”

You heard him bark out a laugh behind you.

“Don’t ask me. It’s not my cock makin’ you cry, Bunny.”

Your brain was clouded with what felt like cotton and you scrambled to find the words quickly as your orgasm was building at a frighteningly quick pace.

“Jake! Can I come? Oh God, please can I come?” You babbled. Through his laboured breathing, you felt his warm breath tickle against your ear as he chuckled.

“Never gon’ want any other cock, sweets. I’ve ruined you for your husband, haven’t I?” Condensation was laced thick in his tone and it made you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, holding on so tight to stave off your orgasm.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He barked out the order and your eyes peeled open with the most pleading expression you could muster, as he continued to rock deeply into you. Your nails by now were forming crescent shapes on his tanned skin. The beginnings of the bear marks. “Tell me, fuckin’ tell me and you can come.”

Everyone who was currently in the bedroom that was dowsed in the scent of sweat and sex, knew that this was not true. You would always love Bob and you would always want his cock. It was certainly still the most mouth-watering and appealing thing to you. You found yourself dreaming of having them both ruin you, forever.

But at this moment, Jake’s lusting and filthy words were clouding your senses and making Bob’s cock twitch heavy in his hand. For he too was incredibly aroused by Jake’s words and the sight below him.

“Y—you’ve, r—ruined me, Jake.” Your bottom lip began to tremble. “Please!” You begged with a hoarse cry. His fingertips pressed down firmer with precise motions and the last thing you saw before you snapped, was him grinning down at you like the Devil.

“Come for me, sweets.”

With a couple more swipes of his fingers over your abused clit, combined with the punishing pleasure from his thick cock, you were seeing stars. A white-hot feeling flooded from your abdomen outwards across your body. Your toes curled and you wailed. The crashing sensation of your orgasm wracked your body whole, cursing his name, Bob’s name.

You felt Bob’s hands soothe through your hair and you could faintly hear his sweet praise over Jake’s loud groans.

Jake didn’t let up with his thrusts. He pressed his sweaty frame closer to yours and snaked his hand away from your twitching clit. His face pressed into the crook of your neck and your nails raked over his back as he fucked you through your orgasm. With how close you were held against him, there was still enough friction rubbing mercilessly over your clit. His voice was hot in your ear and you heard him.

“Feel s’ fuckin’ good for me, I’m so lucky. You’re both so perfect, shit.” At his final curse, he groaned deep into your sweat-covered neck and you felt his teeth graze over your tender flesh and suck harshly. He was hissing and grunting with his thrusts becoming sloppier, but you could feel himself leak into you.

Everything was so deadly intoxicating. You never wanted to leave this room. You wanted to stay with them both forever.

His thrusts eventually slowed completely and he pulled off your burning frame. His own body was completely flushed pink with his sandy blonde hair mused and some strands of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. As his softening cock pulled out of you and you felt his spend trickle down your puffy lips, you let out a pitiful whine, suddenly feeling so empty.

He wore a satisfied grin as he gazed over the pretty sight of your pussy and then back up at Bob. You felt Bob’s large hands trail over your shoulders and squeeze against your breasts. You craned your neck to look at him with your eyelashes fluttering and a cock drunk smile plastered over your lips. Your body trembled with anticipation, knowing you still had Bob, and your clit was still aching for just one more.

A chorus of praises and strings of kisses to your warm flesh, left the two pilots' lips as they gently moved your trembling frame. Jake sat against the headboard with your back pressed against his chest. A pillow was slid under your hips to elevate them higher to allow Bob to make your eyes water from pleasure with the angle. Your hands were holding onto Jake’s forearms as you looked your husband in the eye, kneeling in front of you with a grin.

He held the base of his cock firmly and let his tip run through your folds and catch Jake’s spend mixing with your leaking arousal. He pushed it against your swollen clit and you let out a breathy moan, your eyes already faltering shut. Behind you, Jake watched the scene unfold with hooded eyes and soft groans. Bob teased you for a moment longer before easily bottoming out inside of you with a hiss and a groan.

“S’ warm for me, Bunny. Taken Jake’s cock and you’re still so tight for me, aren’t you?”

You mewled and dug your nails in tighter to Jake’s forearm, earning more scratches on his skin. Bob had patiently sat by and watched his friend fuck his wife. He was wasting no time and set a cruel pace instantly. The sudden feeling of feeling so full with his familiar size had you moaning and squirming your hips already, but he kept his hands firmly on your thighs to hold you open and take what he gave you. His swollen tip was rubbing mercilessly at your spongy sweet spot and the angle was enhancing your pleasure to a feeling so sweet, that you felt as though you could burst. One of Jake’s large hands snaked upwards to pinch and tweeze your nipples, heightening your sensitivity. You heard his groans low and hot in your ear as you responded with desperate whines.

Pleasure was licking at the flame in your abdomen, but with your heightened sensitivity it was producing something else. Something more.

“Oh, Bobby!” You practically wailed. He felt the way you clenched tightly around him and how your walls pushed down. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

He groaned at the tightening sensation and gave a final piercing thrust before pulling his cock out entirely. You pushed down and gasped out a breathy moan as you felt your arousal squirt out of you.

“That’s it, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.” Bob groaned again with a knowing and smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He moved his fingers through your wetness and watched it splatter over your thighs.

“Jesus, Baby. Makin’ them feel so good.” Jake groaned louder from behind you, before directing his words back to you. “I’d love to see you squirt on my cock next.”

You could hear the cocky pilot's grin from behind you as he let his lips run over the shell of your ear and nibble gently.

There was a deadly concoction mixing in your abdomen as Bob bottomed out inside of you again and you took in Jake’s words. The notion of another night like this had your head spinning. Their sinful words and fiery touch on your skin had you feeling hot and dizzy. The pleasure was seeping through every vein of your body with every jolt caused by Bob’s cock pushing deep inside of you. You were gasping and moaning incoherently, only able to feel this ecstasy-inducing feeling. If it wasn’t for their grip on your body, you would’ve gone completely limp.

Suddenly you could feel Bob’s soft thumb on your now throbbing clit, rubbing precise circles. There was nothing lazy about Bob Floyd when he fucked.

Hot tears began to fall from the corners of your eyes and streak down your cheeks. You were babbling nonsense by now and you felt your impending orgasm grow closer with each swipe of his thumb. Your jaw was going slack and as you panted hungrily, tiny droplets of drool were pooling in the corners of your mouth.

“Are you gonna come again?” You whimpered his name in response and Bob snickered. “You are, aren’t you? So desperate for cock. It’s pathetic to watch. My sweet little Bunny practically drools as they take another man’s cock.”

Your stomach swirled at his words, in time with the swirl of his thumb. “Bobby!” It was a shriek of a plea, like nothing Jake had ever heard before. “Please can I come? Please, please, please…”

As you begged harder, your tears began to fall harder. Bob watched your body lovingly, with heavy hooded eyes. He saw every twitch, every shiver, every squirm, and he knew when your body couldn’t take anymore. He was still merciless with his strokes and thumb, but as you locked your pleading and tearing eyes with him once more, his firm set expression softened and his voice was coaxing you.

“Come. Come for me my baby Bunny.”

Your jaw went slack and a silent scream tore from your throat as you let the bubbling sensation of your orgasm burst through your abdomen, feeling the tendrils of pleasure wash over your body in crashing waves. Your hands shot up to wrap around the back of Jake’s head and pull tightly on the smaller hairs at the base of his neck. Your body withered and your chest was heaving, panting furiously as the sensation rolled over your body repeatedly. You faintly heard a string of praise from them both, Jake’s low voice still hot in your ear. Bob’s praise turned to grunts and with two more forceful thrusts, you could feel him leak his spend inside of you.

His ministrations slowed and as your head lolled to the side of Jake’s shoulder, you still let out a quiet and needy whine again, feeling so empty and feeling the now double mix of cum leaking from your abused cunt.

Your head felt full of cotton. You reached out with shaky hands to your lover. “Bobby…” You breathed out, barely above a whisper. He leaned down and took your shaking frame from Jake’s slick chest. He pressed you close to his own and with Jake’s help, he moved you to lay limp against him with his broad arms encasing you tightly. Jake stayed next to you both and let his fingers trail tenderly over your damp back.

All three of your chests were steadying out with calculated breaths, as you all came down from your highs. Tender and loving kisses were placed on your skin from them both, and more hushed words of love and praise were whispered close to your ears.

When your energy eventually came back, Bob cleaned you up gently with Jake’s help. The remainder of the leftovers from your prior dinner were fed to you and you gulped down more glasses of water than you could count. The duvet cover was changed and with your head still feeling full of soft cotton, and your body swimming with the afterglow, your two pilots lay down to sleep with you.

Before the peaceful waves of sleep pulled you under, you remember watching how lovingly Jake cradled Bob’s jaw and placed a kiss on his lips. The next thing you felt was his tender fingers bringing your jaw up to place his lips on yours. Your cheek then felt another pair of lips and you turned your face to find Bobby’s.

You kissed them both a handful more times. Each time your heart pounded a little faster and you felt the thousand butterflies flutter through your stomach.

Maybe this could work.

Maybe, this could be a forever thing.

Jake stayed on Sunday till around three in the afternoon. You all woke up late and lazily gathered yourselves to share a warm, yet deeply refreshing, shower.

You spent the rest of your time in the kitchen, just talking and eating. You spoke about everything and anything. You talked about the prior night, you talked about aircraft manoeuvres that had gone wrong, and you asked Jake about his home and where he grew up. Occasionally you found yourself pressed into Jake’s side with one of his broad arms incasing you close to his chest, as you both watched Bob cook up the food. Jake insisted that he would make you both a homemade recipe his Ma taught him some time.

All three of you exchanged fluttering touches and loving kisses with each other, and Jake found something blooming deep within his chest. He felt safe within this peaceful and domesticated home. He didn’t want to leave.

Come the evening on the Sunday, you were curled in between Bob’s thighs as you both read in peaceful silence.

“I really like him, you know.”

You spoke out into the silence. There was a beat before you felt Bob’s chest take a deep breath and then exhale. You glanced up at him and he wore a soft smile as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah. Me too, Bunny. Me too.”

A chorus of loud cheers and hollers broke out and echoed across the locker room on Monday. Javy slapped Jake on his bare back, making note of the marks scratched down his flesh.

“Jake! Now who’s been fighting with a bear?”

Bob continued to look forward at his locker as he gathered up the remainder of his belongings, paying no note to the commotion he heard behind him.

Jake huffed out a laugh and flashed his signature smile to Javy, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Bob smiled to himself at hearing Jake’s words. The images of Saturday evening and his wife scratching their nails down his back were flashing evidently behind his eyes. Once he heard the others trail off to the showers, he turned around to face him. It was only them left in the locker room and he leaned back against his locker, watching Jake pull his jacket on and reach for his bag.

“We’re really lookin’ forward to having you round for dinner tomorrow night.”

Jake’s head perked up at Bob’s words, his signature smile still etched over his face.

“Yeah, me too, Floyd.”

Jake placed his hand on Bob’s shoulder to move past him and leave the locker room, but before he took another step further, he lingered for a moment longer. Jake’s lips brushed up against the shell of Bob’s ear and in a low and flirtatious drawl, he whispered, “Bye, Baby.”

And he left.

Jake didn’t look back and see how Bob was biting down frightfully hard on his bottom lip to hold back the beaming and lovesick smile he was currently adorning. He didn’t see how Bob’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink colour in seconds. All he saw ahead of him was a future of tender love with you and Bob.

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[moonlight-prose]

✧ KINKTOBER 2023 ✧

Once more kinktober is upon us! Spooky season has officially arrived and with a new set of filthy fics to give us all a fun time. While I was going to skip doing it this year altogether, I figured what was the fun in that? I am adamant on finishing this list this year which means I will be writing my ass off. So here's to a fun filled filthy October. Here we go!

minors dni. this content is not for you in the slightest. everything here is 18+ only. you will be blocked on sight.

i don’t keep taglists anymore but i do have a library blog that is updated whenever i post a fic.

reblogs, comments, and feedback is always welcome!

WEEK ONE: 10/1 - 10/8 ──── "I am the love witch."

day one: hair pulling + choking - joel miller

day two: photos - mickey "fanboy" garcia

day three: handjob + mirror sex - frankie morales

day four: cockwarning + dirty talk - jake "hangman" seresin

day five: guided masturbation + intercrural sex - marc spector

day six: spit kink - joaquín torres

day seven: creampie - steven grant

day eight: double penetration + threesome - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader x jake "hangman" seresin

WEEK TWO: 10/9 - 10/16 ──── "I have crossed oceans of time to find you."

day nine: blood play - miguel o'hara

day ten: thigh riding - jake lockley

day eleven: shower sex - joel miller

day twelve: mutual masturbation + phone sex - steven grant

day thirteen: overstimulation - tommy miller

day fourteen: nipple play + scissoring - natasha "phoenix" trace

day fifteen: cunnilingus + cum eating - bradley "rooster" bradshaw

day sixteen: sixty-nine + anal play - marc spector

WEEK THREE: 10/17 - 10/24 ──── "Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead."

day seventeen: deep throating - mickey "fanboy" garcia

day eighteen: sex pollen - miguel o'hara

day nineteen: dry humping - cassian andor

day twenty: praise kink - joel miller

day twenty-one: breath play + fingering - anakin skywalker

day twenty-two: rough sex + dom/sub - tommy miller

day twenty-three: restraints - din djarin

day twenty-four: sex toys + orgasm control - jake lockley

WEEK FOUR: 10/25 - 10/31 ──── "The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones."

day twenty-five: oral fixation - joel miller

day twenty-six: exhibitionism - steven grant

day twenty-seven: strip tease - bradley "rooster" bradshaw

day twenty-eight: consensual somnophilia - joaquín torres

day twenty-nine: biting/marking + squirting - miguel o'hara

day thirty: breeding - din djarin

day thirty-one: dealer's choice!

[sailor-aviator]

Two Birds Masterlist

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)

Series Warnings: Violence (Guns, Fists, Knives, etc.), Alcohol, Some dubious consent (reader is into it, but is coaxed into things), Sharing, Polygamy, Polyamory, Drugs, Threats (against others and at times the reader), Criminal Activity, Kidnapping, Torture, Murder, Cursing, Smut, Dom/Sub vibes, Fluff, Angst, Drama. Chapters will have their own individual warnings.

Just to be safe, though: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT! Seriously, there will be some VERY dark themes in this fic. You have been warned.

All posts related to this story will be tagged with "TB" and "Two Birds".

Meet our heroine!

*Denotes smut!

Masterlist

Series;

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three (Coming Soon)

Drabbles;

Coming Soon...

Want more Mafia!TGM? Check out:

Kingpin by @bobgasm

[vivwritesfics]

Jake and Bug

Just a series of oneshots all about Jake Seresin and 'Bug' Mitchell

Overall warnings: Smut, daddy kink, sub-space, age gap, fingering, virginity taking, p in v, cockwarming

Virginity

Interruption Part Two

Fashion Show

Tired Jake

Cockwarming

Chokehold

[murdrdocs]

MURDRTOBR !

thirty one nights of classic, horny, fun.

requests: closed + note from celeste

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 FORMIDABLE COOL. ETHAN LANDRY OCT 01

an exclusive with the infamous ghostface killer from the recent 6th installment

manipulation, p in v, choking/breath play, mean!ethan, ghostface!ethan

other articles include ...

INTERVIEW 001 - ,, mean!hobie brown + degradation. OCT 03

INTERVIEW 002 - ,, sub!stiles stilinski + thigh riding. OCT 05

INTERVIEW 003 - ,, ethan landry + period sex. OCT 07

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 SAW YOUR END. VOID STILES STILINSKI OCT 11

in a shocking interview, you reveal your attraction towards the nogitsune, despite all of the havoc he has inflicted on your loved ones. including the owner of the body he possesses.

fem!reader, void stiles, slight dubcon, manipulation, impact play, forced impregnation, snowballing, choking

other articles include ...

INTERVIEW 004 - ,, theo raeken + manipulation OCT 8

INTERVIEW 005 - ,, mean!rafe cameron + degradation OCT 10

INTERVIEW 006 - ,, officer! miguel o'hara + playing dangerous OCT 12

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 YOUR HAZE. VOID STILES STILINSKI OCT 17

this week we sit down with you and are blessed with the revelation that stiles stilinski really likes your fangs and craving for human blood.

vampire!fem!reader, void stiles, heavy manipulation, oral sex (f receiving)

other articles include ...

INTERVIEW 007 - ,, ethan landry + suffocation + oral OCT 15

INTERVIEW 008 - ,, eddie munson + non con voyeurism OCT 16

INTERVIEW 009 - ,, rafe cameron/sarah cameron + stepcest OCT 18

INTERVIEW 010 - ,, ghostface! jj maybank/rafe cameron + dubcon OCT 21

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE. MIGUEL O'HARA OCT 25

in this tell all, miguel o’hara details the time he got with you. well not you you, but the you in another universe. the faces are the same, so he wonders: what else is the same?

fem!reader, dubcon + cnc, size kink, dacryphilia, oral sex (f receiving), p n v

INTERVIEW 011 - ,, robin buckley + voice kink OCT 24

INTERVIEW 012 - ,, theo raeken/stiles stilinski + voyeurism OCT 26

INTERVIEW 013 - ,, finnick odair + filming OCT 28

INTERVIEW 014 - ,, mike schmidt + filming OCT 29

INTERVIEW 015 - ,, stepsis!hazel callahan + filming + blackmail OCT 30

INTERVIEW 016 - ,, hazel callahan + corruption OCT 31

rules.

respect the authors wishes; do not request any kinks not on the list; if unsure about anything, contact me! most if not all works are dark content. minors pls dni !

characters.

Chad Meeks Martin, Charlie Walker, Corey Cunningham, Dave Lizewski, Eddie Munson, Ethan Landry, Finnick Odair, Hobie Brown, Hazel Callahan, Harry James Potter, Jackson Whittemore, Jake Seresin/Hangman, Jake Sully, JJ Maybank, Miguel O’Hara, Mike Schmidt, Namor, Peter B. Parker, Peter Parker (all), Peter Quill, Quinn Bailey, Rafe Cameron, Robin Buckley, Rodrick Heffley, Sam Carpenter, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Steve Harrington, Steven Grant, Tara Carpenter, Theo Raeken

kinks.

Age gap/age difference, Blood Play, Bukkake, Car sex, Cock ring, Cuckold, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Femdom, Filming, Groupsex/Gangbang, Hate Fucking, Heat, Knife play/danger kink, Mommy kink, Monster fucking (vampires, werewolves, incubus/succubus), Mutual Masturbation, Pegging, Piss/Bladder control, Public sex, Sex Pollen, Size difference, Somnophilia, Stepcest, Voyeurism

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