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MY DARLIN’

Summary: when the daggers are spontaneously relocated in Texas in for a mission and have no where to stay, Jake lets them stay at his place and discover Jake has been keeping a secret from them for a very long time

Paring: Jake Seresin x wife!reader

Word count: 2.09k

“There’s no way Hangman lives here” Bradley scoffed in the passenger seat of the rental car that was trailing behind Jake’s truck.

The daggers had been relocated to Texas for a mission that they all knew very little about. Which would have been all fine and dandy but the order came out of the blue leaving them no time to get their things in order.

Luckily for them Hangman offered his place to let them stay until they got their temporary living situation figured out. Everyone was a little hesitant to agree since it is Hangman we’re talking about but with not much options, they agreed.

What they didn’t expect to see as Bob drove the car into the long drive way was how nice of a house Jake had. Nat thought Bradley thought for sure that he lived in a shack or something.

How wrong he was.

As it turns out in the many years they’ve all known Jake he’s lived on a small ranch isolated by tall trees, not far from the town they just drove through not long ago. The house on the property was a two story home with a wrap around porch and a porch swing near the front door, a garden of flowers all around.

As soon as they all got out of the cars, the first thing Nat ask, just to make sure, “this is your place, bagman?”

“Sure is.”

Without another word Jake strutted his was to the front door, leaving his belongings in the truck with the dagger following after him. He unlocked and busted through the door as quickly as possible, god knows why to the group behind him.

other than Javy who knew exactly why his friend was in such a rush.

“Darlin’, I’m home!” Jake called out into what the others thought was an empty home.

”Who is he talking to?” Bob asked loud enough for the people around him to hear but not for the man of the hour who stood a step into the doorway. Jake crouched to the ground when a golden fluff ball ran into his arm, nearly tackling him to the ground.

Reuben shrugged, ”His dog.”

”Did any of you know he had a dog?” Mickey questioned.

Nat spoke up for everyone, ”Not a clue.”

”I never took him for a dog person,” Javy nearly laughed as he played along.

The group agreed with his statement, all agreeing Jake would be better as a cat person since they all assumed he’d be alone forever after scaring all the women off.

A least that was what they thought until another voice called out from inside the house, ”Jake?”

”Its me. I brought company.”

”I don’t think he was talking to the dog.”

Reuben cursed out his WSO, “no shit, Fanboy.”

”You’re home!”

It was safe to say all the daggers were shocked, jaw dropping shocked when someone joined Jake in the doorway nearly pushing him to the ground with how much force they greeted him. A female someone. A female someone who was now hugging Jake with her face buried in his neck and who happened to be you.

“I'm home,” Jake confirmed, kissing your hairline.

”Definitely not talking to the dog.”

“You’re actually here.” Jake swore he was gonna pass out due to the lack of air with your arms around his shoulders and how tight you were squeezing him but he didn’t mind one bit. Instead he squeezed you back just as tight with his arms wrapped around your middle.

“I’m here.” He spoke against your hair, “gosh, I’ve missed you darlin’.”

“Me too.” You wiggled yourself against him trying to get closer to him than humanly possible to make up for the time you’ve been apart. You only pulled slightly away to place a kiss on his stubbled cheek then his lips and mumbled into them, “I love you Jake.”

“And I love you more,” He of course kissed you back. “Where is she?”

”Napping upstairs.”

You were so caught up in the moment with your husband that you didn’t even notice the crowd behind him until you looked past his shoulder.

“Oh,” you tried to up away from Jake to wave to the group just for him to pull you right back into his arms showering your whole face in kisses. Only when he took a chance to breathe could you get a word out, “Hi.”

The blonde with glasses was the first to wave, “Hi.”

”I didn’t see you guys there,” Jake joked, finally turning his undying attention away from you. Some attention, not all. He turned you around to press your back against his front keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you so you were both facing them.

This man was not going to let you go for the rest of the night, with or without the other Daggers under his roof.

“Everyone, this is my darlin’, my wife.” Jake introduced you to the group you knew so much about and they knew absolutely nothing about you. Everyone seemed to have very different reactions to the news.

”Wife!” You thought Bradley was going to pass out after shrieking so high.

Nat scoffed, ”How did Hangman get married before me.”

But one had a serious lack of reaction to the news. Phoenix asked the man next to her, “How are you not surprised?”

”I’ve known Mrs. Seresin here since Jake and I first got deployed together,” Javy explains.

“And you never told us!”

”Wait! Wait a minute,” Nat stopped the boys from turning against Javy with a moment of realization. “What about all the women you flirt with at Hard Deck?”

Jake seemed to be right for a comment like that because he smiled almost smirked, “you mean the women who flirt with me and in response I tell them all about my gorgeous wife, never leaving the bar with them.”

”actually?”

You almost laughed at the sour look Phoenix made. “Once he showed one of them my picture and called me to talk to her because she wanted to know where I got my hair done.”

Well that was the only time Jake called you as someone was trying to get his number. He’d always call or text after depending on the time at night when they finally left him alone.

Suddenly it dawned on you that you had unexpected company on your front porch in the middle of the day who had been driving and flying all day. “Oh gosh you must all be so exhausted. Come in,” You waved them all in pushing your husband backwards out of the way with your body.

“I'll make you all something to eat.”

Jake took you pushing him as an invitation to struggle you closer, ”No, you don’t have to do that.”

You cracked your neck to look back at him, ”You just drove here from the airport and haven’t eaten in god knows how long. You’re hungry.”

”I'm not hungry,” Jake lied. He couldn’t care less about starving if it meant holding you close.

”Fine. You might not be hungry.” You turned to everyone else who was now in your house taking in their surroundings, “Do y’all want something to eat?”

”God yes,” Bradley praised not caring the murdersom look Jake was giving him behind your back, nothing he wasn’t used to.

”For your cooking I can make myself hungry.”

”Thank you, Javy.”

Jake scoffed at his friend. “You don’t have to slave yourself to make those idiots a feast. They can starve with me.”

“I won't be slaving myself,” you brushed off Jake’s concerns, squeezing out of his hold to lead him to the kitchen for proof. “I already made an apple pie before you showed up. I just have to put it in the oven.”

Lucky the unbaked pie and flower all over the counter was enough to convince him. As you placed the pie in the preheated oven and set the timer, you called out to the group, “can I get you all anything to drink in the meantime?”

After Jake almost had cow over how much you were trying to make your house guest comfortable,everyone gathered in the living room having a civil conversation. One that focused on your relationship with Jake.

You sat next to the blonde man you married years ago, snuggled into his side with your legs in his lap. His one arm was wrapped around your shoulder and his other hand rested on your calf moving up and down as you both got asked another question.

Bob asked, “How did you two meet?”

“My Darlin’ here and I are high school sweethearts.”

Bradley scoffed, “Theres no fucking way you were able to keep a girl that long.”

“Best believe it,” he smirked before warning the man across from him, “Tiny ears, Bradshaw.”

“The dog doesn’t care.”

But Jake wasn’t talking about the dog.

You went on to explain how the two of you met, “I was on the school paper and I had to write a big piece about our football team. With Jake being the captain, we spent a lot of time together and as he says he charmed me.”

“What charm? Bagman is an ass,” Nat jokes.

You laughed, “an ass? He wouldn’t hurt a soul, his mama taught him better than that.” You knew your husband could be an ass when he wanted to but you thought you’d have your fun.

”I did love having my favorite news reporter following me around back then,” Jake peaked the top of your head teasingly.

”You're a news reporter?” Reuben asked.

”was. Now I'm a weather reporter.” You smiled, “living near tornado alley we have lots of shifts in the weather, keeps the job interesting.”

Everyone was far too indulged in the conversation to hear a set of tiny footsteps make their way down the stairs. “Daddy?”

You could have sworn that all the Dagger, minus Jake gave themselves whiplash with how fast they cranked their necks to get a look at the tiny girl peaking from around the corner.

“Hey, munchkin.”

“Daddy!” Your not so baby girl, shrieked still dressed in her teddybear pjs and slipers. You were lucky you moved your legs out of Jake's lap before your daughter bolted into his arms. If it weren’t for Jake protecting himself he would’ve gotten kneed in the groin.

”No way,” Nat gasped.

”I missed you so much, Lottie,” Jake told her as she curled into his chest.

”I missed you too, daddy. Sooo much.”

”Gosh, how long has it been since I’ve been with all my girls?” He thought out loud, placing one of your legs back over his knee.

Charlotte gave Jake a toothy smile, missing the front two. “Three months.

”That’s right and that is far too long.”

”Far too long,” you and your mini you echoed.

“Daddy, who are these people?” Charlotte whispered to Jake. Sadly for her, Charlotte hasn’t yet mastered the skill of whispering and the whole room heard her.

”Everyone, this is Charlotte. Lottie, this is Phoenix, Rooster—“

”Like the bird?”

Bradley finally picked his jaw off the floor, chuckling, “Yes like the bird.”

”Fanboy, Payback, Baby on Board—“

“Bob is fine.”

“Baby on Board and you know Javy.”

“Uncle Javy!” Charlotte lunged out of her fathers arms and into Javys having just noticed then man she’s known her whole life. She was save to avoid moose who was now laying at his parents feet.

”About time my Goddaughter noticed me!” Javy laughed, picking her up “What have you been up to mini Seresin?”

”I drew a picture of me, mommy and daddy and moose in front of the house.”

”You did, I’ve gotta see it.”

”Can I show him, mommy?”

Now that Jake's lap was empty he put your legs back where they were before. ”Of course you can.”

Before Charlotte leaves the room running, she makes her way back to you, peaking at your stomach. “Bye Bean,”

”Why did she kiss your stomach and call it Bean?” Jake asked once she was gone with a raised brow.

“No reason.”

”Really?”

”Nope.” You shook your head.

”Darlin’” The look was giving you felt like he was looking into your soul and you caved. ”I’m pregnant.”

”You’re pregnant?”

”I’m pregnant.” You confirm.

As Jake picked you up off the couch to twirl you around cheering, over it you could still hear ”Are you fucking kidding me.”

Jake reminds Bradley for like the thousandth time that night, ”Tiny ears!”

I love the secret family trope!! With a little twist at the end

jake taglist: @scarletmeii @Itisdediree86 @rebekahjonesx @larema121 @abaker74 @CuriosityTerminated @alexxavicry

Dagger Squad hanging out at a bar and Jake is uncharacteristically quiet and docile but clearly GLOWING and happy; he’s calmly chatting with Javy in the corner all smiles and no snark while the rest of the team watch from across the bar; Phoenix asks “what happened to his attitude?” and Bradley smirks and goes “fucked it out of him” and the whole team does a double take not because they didn’t predict it but just because Bradley was so blunt about it

jake, honey...

Am i using one of my weirdly seen posts to try and manifest a stupid crossover into existence? Well yes indeed, hear me out: 👐Hangster x Much Ado About Nothing👐

I was watching for the 5665667th time Much Ado about Nothing, and the vibes between Bradley/Jake and Beatrice/Benedick are UNCANNY! Embittered exes who are seeing each other after a considerable time apart and trade sassy barbs without missing a beat every time they share the same space and (as in the general fandom consensus regarding TGM post canon and headcanon) get together thanks to hijinks and the meddling of their friends???? Immaculate, perfect, no notes, chef kiss.

Mind you, i'd never write it, but i would die laughing if i ever see this fanfic out there in the wild.

I never post here. NEVER. It took being personally victimized by Glen Powell's "Hangman's Direct Hits" to come here and scream to the vast hole of dispair that is this hellhole of a website

No one:

Me: blasting cowboy Casanova and slow ride whenever I read Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin fan fiction 🤠

Crying in the club because I know that I’ll never be able to fuck Glen Powell.

Maverick: I've been where you are.

Rooster: Struggling to prove yourself as a naval aviator, yeah, I know.

Maverick: No, I meant being in love with an asshole in your Top Gun class.

feeling both of these very strongly rn:

The Guy Next Door

pairing: college neighbor jake ‘hangman’ seresin x afab!reader

summary: year after year he was there. the universe had to have something against you, leaving the man that pissed you off at your every turn. one night you decide to confront him, again, only for it to end with a confession you weren't expecting.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, oral sex (f to m), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names (doll), dirty talk, hate sex turned soft???

a/n: college neighbor jake is finally here!!! sorry it took forever for me to write this.

It all started your freshman year of college. Life was great. You were finally on your own, able to explore whatever you wanted. Everything was going fine until you arrived at your English course. That was when you met him. 

Jake Seresin. 

Everyone had been infatuated with him from day one, except you. He would flash his smile and everyone would giggle, teachers included. All you could do was roll your eyes and focus on your assignments. But it all got worse when you two were paired up for a peer review. All you had to do was make it through the semester, then he would be gone. 

Wrong. 

When you arrived at your sociology class the next semester, he was there. The man with the ego the size of Jupiter. But alas here he was. You tried to keep your distance, but he didn’t seem to care. He sat directly next to you, smiling wildly as you rolled your eyes. 

“What do you want?” 

“What? Don’t want some familiar company?” 

A group project was assigned to you two. All you wanted to do was murder him. His snide comments, barely helping with the work, and everything else he did. You thought about informing the teacher, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Then the semester ended. 

The summer rolled by quickly, visiting family back home. Before you knew it you were moving into your new apartment. It was one that was one campus. The apartments were just finished last year. You saw many people carrying boxes into them, including a familiar face. All you could hope for was that his apartment wouldn’t be near yours. 

Wrong again. He was your next door neighbor. And not only was he your next door neighbor as a sophomore and junior. You prayed that for your senior year he wouldn’t be your neighbor. Hell, you’d even be okay with him being two doors down. Just not your next door neighbor. But the world must have been laughing at you. 

Your senior year when you showed up to your apartment, boxes in tow, you immediately recognized the Dallas Cowboys doormat. A rage boiled inside of you, frustrated at your luck through the years. Four years of being stuck with one of the most annoying, pompous, egotistical asshats for four years. The only thing you were thankful for was that you had different majors, meaning you only had to see him in passing. 

“Hey doll, did you miss me?” 

“In your dreams, Jake.”

He just got under your skin. Every loud game night he had with Bradley and Javy. The occasional chick you could hear. Sometimes you wondered if he actually made those girls feel good, or if he was just paying them to be loud. You had confronted him about it in the past, on multiple occasions. At first you had tried being nice about it, but he made it hard. That charming smile and gorgeous emerald green eyes made you want to punch him. And tonight, you weren’t going to let it slide. It was one of the only nights you had for yourself. 

You didn’t work that day and had finished your homework earlier in the week. You were planning on curling up on the couch, getting wine drunk while Brooklyn 99 played in the background. You might have been two glasses of wine in, but there was no denying it. You heard cheering through the walls. You quickly did a google for NFL games and saw that the Cowboys were in fact playing. They were in the fourth quarter, up by a touchdown with a minute and a half left. So, you waited. 

It had been thirty-minutes since the game ended. You slipped on your slippers, then replaced your loose t-shirt with a baggy zip up hoodie. You weren’t trying to be presentable, you were trying to look like an irritated neighbor. You slipped out of your apartment, locking it behind you before heading to his door. You stood on the Cowboys doormat, knocking then crossing your arms. 

It was a few moments until the door swung open, being greeted by a devilish smile that made your eyes roll. He leaned against the door frame,hands attached to the top of the frame as he leaned towards you. His eyes raked over you, taking in your messy yet comfortable attire. You heard a bit of shuffling behind him, not paying it any attention. You wished looks could kill, had for a long time because if they did, Jake wouldn’t be in your life. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” Jake asked with a playful smirk. 

“Haha, funny.” Your nose crinkled at his comment. He was truly the worst. 

“If you want me to tuck you back in, I will. I just have some company over.” 

“Jake, we need to have a talk. Again.” Jake looked back over his shoulder, presumably to Bradley and Javy. You knew it was the two of them, Jake didn’t watch football with anyone else. 

You heard some more rustling before the two of them finally came into view. Jake leaned towards the side of the door, crossing his arms as his friends left. Javy awkwardly waved at you as he scooted past you. Bradley gave you and Jake both a nod, moving past the two of you and following Javy down the hallway. After the two of them were out of sight you turned back to Jake. He had one arm propped up against the door frame, the other hand grabbing the door. 

“And to what do I owe the honor?” Jake asked, biting his bottom lip and looking at you. 

“You know why.” You let out a huff, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“If I did, would I be asking?” Jake quipped back. You glared at him, irritation starting to boil under your skin. “Shouldn’t make that face doll, it doesn’t look good.” 

“Jake, it’s the same thing every time.” He tilted his head against the door frame, a twinkle in his eye. He stood up straight, arm on the door frame and hand still on the door. He leaned towards you with a playful look. 

“Is it? ‘Cause I’m starting to think you just want to come over to see me.” Everything inside of you wanted to wipe the floor with his shit eating grin. 

“Why the fuck, would I ever want to see you?” Something was boiling deep inside of you now. Something you couldn’t pinpoint exactly. 

Jake watched as your eyes went wide, nostrils flaring in irritation. It filled his heart with joy. He had been admiring you for years, trying to crack that little shell of yours. But your shell stayed as sturdy as steel, never breaking or cracking. That’s when he made it his mission to at least rile you up. Any amount of attention you would give him, he feasted on. Yearning for more. More side eyes, more glares, more harsh words, more ego crushing sentiments. 

“Because I’m handsome, sexy, charming, funny, and a lot of other things.” 

“More like annoying, loud, obnoxious, vexing, and so many unflattering things.” 

The two of you stood there, staring at one another. His emerald eyes raked down over your body, flicking back up to your eyes. This was the first time you were able to take in his attire. Grey joggers, that fit him a little too well, and a black t-shirt, that also fit a little too well. He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps flexing against the material of the sleeves. His chest seemed a little bit bigger now too, almost like he was flexing his pecs. 

It wasn’t that Jake wasn’t attractive, because he was. Way more attractive than any person you had ever dated. Honestly, more attractive than any other man you had seen on campus. It’s like he had been made in a laboratory, or even carved by Greek statue makers. He was who every little girl dreamed of marrying when they got older. He looked like a fucking ken doll. But his personality, it was grating. 

“Jake, I just wan-”

Without warning, his lips were pressed against yours. His hands moved to your hips, pushing the hoodie you wore up, exposing some skin. His touch was searing against your skin, fueling the irritation already festering inside of you. You kissed him back though, pressing your body flush to his. You needed him to feel your irritation, and if this was the way, then so be it. He guided the both of you back into his apartment, swiping the door shut before pressing you up against it. 

His fingers traced the top of your bike shorts, pulling your hips flush against his own. You could feel his cock already getting hard in his joggers. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking for silent entry. You let his tongue slip into your mouth, working over every inch of your mouth. He was dominating, body covering yours as his tongue took control of your mouth. The irritation was still bubbling deep inside of you, but it wasn’t telling you to stop. One of his legs slotted between yours, applying the right amount of pressure against your now weeping cunt. 

“Fuck!” You pulled back from his mouth, letting out a whimper. 

“That’s it baby, go on and say my name.” Jake chuckled, moving down to mouth at your throat and shoulder. His tongue felt like lava on your skin, searing everything it touched. “I know you want to.”

“In your dreams.” You muttered, arms wrapping around his shoulders. 

“Trust me doll, it’s already in them.” Your cunt clenched at the implications of his words. The thought of him thinking about you in this manner, it was sinful. 

A moan rippled through you when he pressed his thigh against the apex of your thighs. Your hips stuttered, giving into the delicious pleasure he was giving you. The thin material of your bike shorts was the only thing separating the two of you. You had decided not to wear panties after your shower earlier. You silently thanked yourself while rocking back and forth on his thigh. Your wetness was most likely soaking your bike shorts, creating a wet spot on your shorts and his joggers. 

“You seem a little eager, doll.” He teased, feeling the faint sensation of your wetness soaking his pants. 

“Eager for you to shut up.” You quipped back, wanting him to stop. It was embarrassing but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. You wanted more of him, but you wanted him to shut his mouth and drop the fucking smirk. 

“Want me to put my mouth to work? All you gotta do is ask.” Jake dipped his head into the space where your neck met your shoulder. His tongue darted out to lap at your skin, pressing his thigh tighter against your clothed cunt. 

A moan ripped through your throat while you rocked your hips against his thigh. One of Jake’s hands moved up from your waist, tugging the collar of your sweatshirt to the side. Searing kisses trailed down to your collarbone and shoulder. Another moan erupted from you when you felt his teeth drag over your skin, nipping lightly. 

You didn’t want to beg. A heat filled you when you thought about begging him to give you more. You had to maintain some form of dignity. This isn't even what you had come over for. But god, were you enjoying it. It just wasn’t enough. You need more. More kisses, more dirty talk, more touching, more of his fucking texan accent. With reluctance, you swallowed your pride only to be interrupted. 

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” Jake was still tucked into the crook. Hot breath coated your skin, him stopping his actions. 

Without a second thought, you laced your fingers into his hair, tugging him back to look at you. A small groan left him when you tugged the golden locks. His emerald eyes watched you, taking in your lust blown eyes. He couldn’t believe you were finally looking at him like that. You looked almost feral, like an animal during mating season.

“I will move out if you don’t fuck me.” That ticked something off in Jake. 

He was on you like a wild animal. His lips crashed against yours, dominating the kiss immediately. He removed his thigh from between your legs, quickly slipping his hand down your shorts. Fingers slipped between your folds swiftly, immediately finding your clit. The tightness in your abdomen was suddenly immense, almost on the edge already. 

“This wet already? Do I always get you like this?” Jake teased, fingers rubbing tight circles on you. 

“There’s a first time for everything.” A snarky smile covered your lips, nearly matching his own. 

Jake watched as your head fell back against his door, exposing your neck once more. It took everything in him not to latch on, your skin taunting him. He wanted to watch you, see what you looked like as you came all over his hand. He had only seen it in his imagination, dreams sometimes escalating the idea. The way your mouth would fall open, whines and moans pouring from it, all while your hips would buck against his hand. God, he needed it badly. 

“I hope it’s not the only time.” He adjusted to press his clothed crotch against your hip, rutting desperately. 

“Don’t push it, Jake.” You bit back. 

The tightness in your abdomen was almost painful. A part of you was embarrassed at the situation. No one had ever pushed you this close so fast. Let alone it be by someone you could barely stand. Your orgasm was threatening to take over at any moment. A small part of you was holding it back, not wanting to fully give in to Jake. 

He slipped his left arm around your waist, pulling you snug against him. The pressure of your hip was delightful on his cock. Every sound that came from you had his cocking twitching. He wondered if you were able to feel each twitch, able to tell how needy he actually was for you. 

“Fuck.” Jake barely picked up on the cuss, your whines almost hiding it completely. Your left hand reached for his right bicep, clutching it as your other hand fisted his black t-shirt. Jake didn’t say anything, just watched as the band in your abdomen snapped. 

Your mouth fell agape, whines and moans pouring from it. It felt like your legs were going to give out, quivering as his fingers kept rubbing your clit. Waves of pleasure rocked through you, your body trying to curl in from the sensation. You couldn’t help but rest your face on Jake’s chest, breathing in his scent. 

“Who would have thought, someone so angry could look so hot when they came.” Jake whispered in your ear, removing his hand from your shorts. You shot him a glare, still leaning against him. 

“You thought that was hot, wait until I use you for all you’re worth.” You whispered in a harsh tone. Jake raised an eyebrow, not expecting that answer. He didn’t mean to challenge you, but that was exactly what he did. “You’re gonna sit there while I ride you, and listen to me for once.”

All Jake could do was nod, a devilish smirk on his face. He led you over to the couch, hands settling on your hips as he kissed you more. Fingers crept along the band of your bike shorts, dipping below the material to guide them down. You helped shimmy out of them, the item falling to the floor. Jake grabbed your now bare ass, kneading your flesh while pulling you closer to him. Jake groaned when he felt you start to paw at the waistband of his joggers. 

“Tell me, doll. Tell me you want me, want my cock.” Jake teased, a smirk forming on his lips. 

You looked at him, inching his boxers and joggers over the swell of his ass. You refused to tell him you wanted him, even though a part of you was now begging to give in. His eyes were trained on you as you slowly moved down. You moved down to your knees as you pulled his clothing off, kneeling in front of him. You broke eye contact with him, finally looking at his cock. 

“Fuck.” You whispered.

His cock was just as beautiful as him. The head was red and angry, begging for attention. You took him in your hand, stroking lightly. He twitched in your hand, silently begging. You looked up, locking with his emerald eyes. His chest was moving heavier while watching you stroke him. He went to speak, only for you to lick the head of his cock. The tip of your tongue gathered his precum, running it over your upper lip. 

“You look so good like this.” Jake said, groaning when you took the head of his cock in your mouth. 

The skin felt like silk on your tongue. The smooth sensation was intoxicating, driving you to bob your head a little faster. Your tongue worked along the underneath of his cock, tracing a slightly prominent vein. His hand came down to the back of your head, resting there. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, your nose eventually touching the neatly trimmed curls at the base of his cock. Your hand came up, lightly massaging his balls as you deepthroated him. 

“Fuck, doll,” Jake brought his hand around to your jaw, “it’s like your mouth was made for my cock.” 

You pulled back a little, keeping a majority of him still in your mouth. You just needed a little bit of space to breath before taking him all the way back down. He started stroking the hinge of your jaw. His fingers followed your jaw, coming up to tracing your lips. Your eyes had started to water by now. Jake grabbed your hair, pulling you off of him. 

“Ride me. Now.” 

Jake sat down on the couch behind him, hand loosening from your hair. You climbed up into his lap, pressing down against his cock. His hands gripped your hips as you rocked back and forth on him, your wetness mixing with the saliva still coating his cock. The head of his cock slipped past your folds, rubbing your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, letting your head fall back as shock waves of pleasure ran through you. 

A part of you was eager for this, irritation melting into excitement. Your body had started to give into the pleasure, focusing now on just getting stretched open by him. One of your hands rested on his clothed chest, the other reaching behind you for his cock. You lined him up with your entrance, pausing before sinking down. 

Moans left the both of you as you slowly sank down his cock. His hands tightened on your hips, your hoodie covering his hands from view. The stretch was satisfying, finally whipping away all of your irritation from your mind. You could feel him twitch inside of you, a moan slipping from you. Both of your hands gathered on Jake’s clothed chest. You cursed that he wasn’t fully undressed, craving the feeling of his skin on your hands. Jake leaned forward, kissing at your jawline. 

“Take your time, doll. I can be a lot.” His words ticked something inside of you. 

“Are you challenging me?” You lifted your hips abruptly and slammed back down onto him. 

Jake groaned, grabbing your hips roughly. He glared at you, not answering you. You set a rough pace, bouncing on him rapidly. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, moans and groans mixing with them. You fisted your hands into his shirt, using his chest to balance yourself. A burning sensation had started to take over in your thighs. 

Jake threw his head back, groaning while you bounced on him. It was better than he could have ever imagined. Your warmth was enveloping him, pushing him closer to his peak. Jake looked up at you, watching your focused face as you rode him. A part of him wondered if you were even enjoying it, or only accepting the “challenge”. He grabbed your hips roughly, stilling your movements. His thumbs circled on your hips softly. 

“Use me.” Jake said, locking eyes with you. 

Your eyes widened at his words. A small amount of embarrassment was starting to set in. You hadn’t realized that you weren’t fully enjoying yourself. But Jake did. This guy who pissed you off to no end, he noticed you weren’t fully enjoying yourself. You nodded. 

You started your pace again, slower this time. You rocked and rolled your hips against his, eliciting moans from the both of you. Jake’s hands on your hips helped guide you, slowly rolling your hips. The burning in your thighs was becoming tiring, something Jake was picking up on. He leaned up against you, lips almost on your earlobe. 

“Lean on me, let me take care of you.” 

You nodded, pressing your chest against his. His hands wrapped around to grab your ass, lifting you up while spreading your ass. He started to thrust up into you. The change of angles had the head of his cock hitting the sensitive part inside of you. You fisted his shirt again, moaning into the fabric. He was pounding into that spot, quickly pushing you to your climax. 

“Fuck, Jake!” You gave in when you came, moaning his name loudly. 

Pleasure washed over you, making your brain short circuit. No man had ever got you to come twice, or even once, and you never would have expected it to be Jake of all people. He kept fucking into you, letting you ride out your high. Whines poured from you, your body becoming too sensitive from all the pleasure. With only a few more thrusts, Jake pulled out and unloaded all over your ass. 

The two of you sat there, catching your breath. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart pound. Jake rested his head back against the couch, one hand trailing up your back underneath your hoodie. You heard a soft huff when his hand got to your upper back. 

“What?” 

“Of course you aren’t wearing a bra.” Jake said, earning an eye roll from you. 

“I wasn’t planning on being ‘invited’ in.” You responded. 

“You’re more than welcome to stay.” Jake started absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back. 

You were shocked at the offer. 

“Jake, I-”

“I’ve always liked you.” You sat up, looking down at him with wide eyes. A heat started to sear in your cheeks.

“You what?” 

“Ever since freshman year English.” Jake confessed. It was now or never in his mind. 

“But,” you shook your head, “why the fuck did you act like this? All these years of annoyance?” 

“How else was I supposed to get your attention? You never gave me the time of day.” Jake said. 

He wasn’t wrong. Right off the bat you wrote him off, not wanting anything to do with him. It wasn’t really anything to do with him, more the persona that he carried. You wrapped your arms around yourself, leaning back into him. A part of you was embarrassed about how you had acted over the years, never giving him even a chance.

“I don’t know, but this wasn’t the way.” 

“I mean, I got you in the end.” Jake chuckled, hand moving under your hoodie again. 

“I wouldn’t say you have me. Take me on a proper date then we can talk.” 

“Anything for you, doll.”

okay okay but imagine jake’s wife is the one with the breeding kink, and he teases/punishes her by pulling out

oh BRUTAL

jake would love to see you go wide eyed and claw at him to push him back inside as he spreads his cum over your stomach.

“what is it, sweets?”

“b- but i wanted you inside me, jakey, please!”

“awh, no. not for you today, baby. been a bad fucking girl.”

IM LITERALLY GOING SO FERAL OVER THEM WTF I NEED THIS ASAP

taking nsfw polaroids with the dagger squad

Warnings: afab!reader implied, mentions of female body parts, mentions of sex/sexy times. the race & body type of the reader is not implied & is meant to be open to interpretation! as a plus-sized woman myself, I tried to imagine myself in the reader's position, so I did my best to keep the verbiage in regards to that as neutral as possible. there's swearing, possessiveness, spit kink, borderline almost choking?, real nasty stuff. any of the links that are included to show pictures WILL be genuinely nsfw, so please proceed with caution. let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 1828 words of deliciously sinful content

A/N: no minors or ageless blogs allowed! I will not hesitate to block you. this is so incredibly self-indulgent & I will make absolutely no apologies about it lmao. please be kind as this is one of the first things I've written since like 2016 and one of the first spicy/smut-adjacent things I've ever written. has this idea been done before? it's entirely possible. but that's the great thing about this chaotic internet space, we all have our own interpretations of things. also at this time I will not be taking requests as this is just something random that I decided to share. maybe in the future I might, but for now, only when inspiration strikes. you are more than welcome to stop by my inbox to share whatever you want though! I will be writing accompanying blurbs to some (maybe all??) of these hcs for the "favorite shots" and those will come when they come 😏 (pun not completely intended, but welcomed nonetheless) here is the accompanying inspo moodboard for these!

so with that being said, enjoy you filthy animals & let me know what you think!

be kind & be well 💗

Javy/Coyote

let's be real, Javy is the most fun and playful when it comes to this

when you first suggest it to him he's like "oh shit baby, for real?"

will 100% drive around town to stock up on polaroid film because he is so stoked y'all are doing this

and you can't help but giggle at how he's almost literally vibrating in line at Best Buy

"babydoll it's on my sexy bucket list!" "Javy shhh there's children here" "if I'm quiet, can we do this as soon as we get home pleaaaaase"

it's hard to say no to him, so you playfully roll your eyes and say yes

he has a specific pose in mind for you, so once you're done with the last stop for film, he swings by the makeup store to grab something & has you stay in the car

he's spent enough time shopping with you & his cousins & mom to know exactly where to go, so he's in and out within 10 minutes

it's a tube of dark cherry red lipstick and you just look at him and it clicks

his ultimate favorite polaroid of you isn't even one of you bare ass naked (although those are pretty good contenders)

nah it's the one of you suggestively licking a lollipop, that dark cherry red lipstick on, pushing your lace-covered tits up in your face, leaning towards the camera and making eye contact

he can never truly look at the jar of lollipops Penny keeps next to the register at The Hard Deck, the same way ever again without getting hard

jokes on Javy, he essentially Pavlov'ed himself

definitely into pin-up girl poses as well, but a lot less clothing

the man loves a good prop (they are teammates, not the enemy. take that as you will 😏)

Jake/Hangman

he gets so fucking smug when you bring it up one night while you're laying in bed

"Oh you're going to miss this cock so much, you want a picture to remind you of how full and wrecked it makes you feel, don't ya sweetheart" "Shut up Jake, you know you'll miss this pussy just as much when I'm not around. So wet and oh god, oh so needy for you" fake moaning to really sell the silliness of it all

he has so many of you in different poses, but his absolute favorite? definitely the one of you sitting in his big leather office chair, legs spread and hanging over the sides, heels on (but out of frame), that big ole engagement ring on your finger that he gave you a few short weeks ago, that same hand is sliding towards your center, gently crazing your clit and your other hand squeezing your breast

this man is possessive, so seeing you, his fiancée touching his pussy? he's done for. that picture has gotten some serious mileage on nights apart & he always calls you when he can and you just know what's about to happen phone sex duh

I think the entire fandom has made it well known that Jake is a Navy man, born and bred, so you know he's got to have a military-inspired shot

something a little bit like this (with you saluting & wearing his dog tags) that he begs you to keep at his desk, but you don't want to run the risk of his nieces or nephews seeing your bare tits when they come to visit

so you compromise and let him keep it at his bedside table

Mickey/Fanboy

He's so much like Javy in the sense that he is absolutely buzzing with excitement over this

You both have shared a fair amount of nudes with each other (carefully of course) and so now having a physical copy? Mickey almost cums in his pants at the thought

Now he is not a particularly handsy guy outside of the bedroom. He likes holding your hand and will slide a sly hand in your back pocket every once in a while

In the bedroom though?

His hands are alllllll over you

I'm talking like, caressing your thighs as he goes to tease a finger at your entrance, squeezing your boobs & tweaking your nipples to hear you whine and moan, gripping your hips so hard as he's thrusting into you

so that means his favorite polaroids are ones with his hands in them

He's hitting it from behind? his hands are grabbing a handful of of your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a good shot of his cock deep inside you

He'll have his hand around your throat, a thumb in your gasping mouth

very much likes it when you return the favor and have your hand around his throat, knowing he's at your mercy

or even one with your hand wrapped around his cock, pressing it up against his toned abs, precum leaking from the tip

Bradley/Rooster

As cliché as it is, you know this man is driven wild at the thought of you wearing any one of his Hawaiian/Tropical shirts

regardless of if the Navy stopped issuing dog tags or not, he finds a way to have a set just like his dad's with his own info on them

which leads us to the fun stuff

Rooster's favorite shot is one of you on your knees, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and the dog tag replicas

he has you keep your hands to yourself, mouth open and waiting, while he jerks off and cums on your face

breathless, he snaps the first picture, but then takes his thumb, swirling his cum over your lips and into your mouth

he thinks he might cum again right then & there

very much likes the idea of a beer poster adjacent polaroid as well

finds a way to get you, with your legs spread sitting on the open tailgate of the Bronco, yet again wearing nothing but that shirt and those damn dog tags

basically likes to see you wet & messy in his clothes

will tuck his polaroids away in a corner of his own little home shop, far away from prying eyes

he learned the hard way when Jake came over to help work on something and he found a polaroid of you, ass up, lacy thong in view, hidden in his tool box

that is something they never speak of, but when Jake's partner sends a bottle of wine & flowers, Rooster knows what happened and leaves it at that

Reuben/Payback

with Reuben, I feel like he's not super into it like the rest of the squad, but he's not, not into ya know?

why have a picture when he can have the real thing

but when he can't, he will 100000% indulge

maybe for your birthday or an anniversary, or whatever thing it is your celebrating, he will do whatever to make you happy

he likes more of the "classy"/artistic shots, but that doesn't mean that they're not sexy as hell

BIG fan of when you wear his dress shirts as you're getting ready for an event or a night out especially if you haven't put on your lingerie yet

you'll be a big tease and bend over and wiggle your ass at him

"take a picture it'll last longer" "don't mind if I do, hold that pose for me"

definitely plays with shadows a lot

really likes when your silhouette shows off your nipples

you'll be laying in bed, still naked from the night before, your hair is a mess

but Reuben thinks you're the most stunning being to set foot on this earth

so when he sees you stirring from a deep sleep, he grabs the polaroid camera from the bedside table, and pulls the sheets off your chest, nipples perking up at the cold as you let out a whimper (another favorite of his)

Natasha/Phoenix

she's truly something else

when you're one of the only women in a male-dominated field, you get real fucking tough & are immediately a bad ass no matter what

and I think that translates into almost all aspects of her life, but she doesn't let it change her too much as a person ya know?

in the bedroom though? oooof

now this may be controversial, but she was the first person out of the entire squad I thought of, when it came to mind, but bear with me here

she spits on your face and/or in your mouth

don't ask me why or how, she just does and my god you both get off on it

maybe it's a dominance thing or marking you as hers but it's hot

the first time she takes a polaroid after spitting in your mouth, she has you stick your tongue out, let your now mixed saliva drip off your tongue

you looked so dumb and fucked out and blissful and she LOVES it

she's a BIG fan of marking you

whether it's leaving lipstick marks all over your chest or hickeys instead

but spit on your face AND hickeys all over your chest? double-fucking whammy you're both going another couple rounds after those pictures finish developing

her stash of polaroids are tucked in her pocket because who the fuck would dare to go snooping in Nat's stuff??? (not Jake because he knows now to ask for a pen, instead of looking for it)

may have a few shots of you using toys on each other but that's a story for a different day

Bob

Oh darling Bob, Bobby, Robby, Bobert

now he's the wild card of the entire sqaud in my opinion & I feel like he could go either way

I could see him being very meek and nervous about taking nudes of you

like even though they're physical copies & there's no chance of them ending up on the internet, he doesn't want to take advantage of you, ya know? (We stan an absolutely respectful King)

But then...

I truly could see him being the raunchiest fucker out of 'em all

I'm talking like shots of his cock in your mouth, drool dribbling out the sides, your mascara running down your cheeks

There's some of him eating you out, glasses askew & fogging up, eyes blown wide and black, staring you down while he is doing his damn best to get you to cum so hard you forget everything but the feel of his mouth on your cunt

maybe one day he's on leave long enough to grow just the right amount of stubble

so after date night & he's just eaten you out within an inch of your life, he takes a polaroid of your dripping cunt, a mixture of your cum staining the sheets, your thighs red and raw from the baby beard he's growing

but because Bob is Bob, he takes such good care of you afterwards though and is constantly checking in, making sure you were okay with all the pictures he took

we are Team Bob Fucks here at mxgyver dot tumblr dot com thank you very much

tagging some tgm pals that might be interested!: @rae-gar-targaryen, @withahappyrefrain, @rhettabbotts, @theharddeck, @bioodforbiood, @ellariasand, @fidogo, @hangmanbrainrot, @fanboygarcia

a/n #2: woooow y'all that was... something. if you've made it this far, thank you for reading & thank you for indulging in this! I was very nervous to post this, but we're going into 2023 with the mindset of don't think, just do!

sweat dripping on our dirty laundry (hangman x reader)

masterlist

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

synopsis: laundry day can suck but less when you and jake fuck!

warnings: 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual activity (fingering, piv, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, cum play near the end? oops, bad laundry innuendos, pwp)

as always - I love you jordan and may (aka gretagerwigsmuse & seasonsbloom) you both give me life and motivation and break my heart with every fic and then put it back together <3

It’s not like you absolutely despise laundry day - it’s more of a love-hate relationship. On one hand, the serotonin boost from an empty hamper and a full, clean smelling closet is unmatched. On the other hand... you and Jake have way too many clothes put together, and the chore can take almost all day if enough clothes and towels pile up. Normally, you and Jake tackle it together. But he’d just returned from his most recent deployment two days ago, and you wanted to give him a chance to properly rest his body, lounge around the house, let him catch up on the Cowboys’ disaster of a season. 

“Hey Jake?” you call out from the laundry room over the hum of the dryer cycle. You’d left him in the middle of your trashy reality TV session to transfer the lights. “You got anything I can throw in the laundry? I’m doing a load of darks.” 

Silence - you figure he’s probably dozed off and resolve to just go check his hamper after you finish untangling your bras. But a few minutes later, you hear his footsteps approaching the laundry room, stopping in the middle of the doorway. 

“What was that, sweetheart?” he rumbles, voice slightly hoarse, and you feel bad for waking him from his sleep. 

“Oh, nothing,” you reply, finally managing to hook one of the clasps together and slipping it into your lingerie bag. “Just wanted to know if you had any darks I could throw in...” you trail off when you turn to look at him, trying desperately to keep your eyebrows from shooting straight off your face as you appraise the six-foot-something Adonis of a man leaning against the door frame wearing what you can best describe as an expression of mischief, like he’s up to no good, like he’s ready to eat you alive. 

You think it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. Bone apple teeth, Jake Seresin. 

Immediately, your eyes catch on the way Jake’s gray sweatpants are slung low on his hips, v-lines especially prominent and a golden happy trail descending below the drawstring knot. Slowly, your gaze shifts upwards to follow the cut lines of his abs, up to the patch of gold hairs on his defined chest, and finally landing on the signature smirk he’s wearing. Jake knows he’s hot, is well aware of the effect he has on you, but it never stops him from trying to catch you off guard and distract you from your responsibilities by showing up in your periphery looking this damn fine. 

It’s why you signed an informal household contract with him a few months back: shirt and pants are required whenever you have to hop on a video call at home. 

While you’ve been shamelessly checking him out, Jake squints. “Are those my boxers?” he asks, eyes drawn to your bottoms as he takes a step forward. 

“They’re comfy!” you defend with a sly smile, turning to add detergent to the washer, feeling all too aware of Jake’s gaze on you. He shifts slightly behind you, and suddenly you feel him right behind you, arms caging you in, erect cock pressed up against your ass, chest flush with your back.

“I’m sure,” he drawls in your ear, sending a shiver cascading down your spine, rippling throughout your nerves. You feel his fingers dance across your hips, and the sweet kiss he presses to your temple is innocent enough, but his hands seem to be acting a bit more shamelessly. His breath hitches when his fingertips start exploring, grazing nothing on your hips underneath his worn pair of boxer shorts. “Don’t you have panties of your own, sweetheart? Bought you that nice lace set you kept pulling up on my phone when I wasn’t looking.” 

“They’re all in the wash,” you hum back, delighting in the feeling of his fingers massaging circles over your hip bones, his hot breath on your ear. 

“Should’ve asked me to help,” he mutters lowly, nuzzling his beard into your neck. 

You finally gather your wits and turn around to face him, leaning your back against the washing machine and looking up at him. His pupils are practically blown out as he smirks down at you appreciatively. “Are you offering?” you ask, almost a whisper, the sound almost lost to the rumble of the dryer next to you. But Jake’s standing real close, can read the words as they form on your lips and he nods once, twice. You glance down at the dark gray sweatpants, gesturing with one hand. 

“Take them off. I need them for this load,” you order, a bit louder now, and the smirk on his face slowly transforms to a wide smile that reaches both his eyes, crinkling his eyes to make your heart swoop. 

“Yes ma’am,” he tells you, finally removing his hands from your waist to shuck off his sweatpants, leaning down to pick them up from where they’ve pooled onto the floor and holding them out to you. But you barely barely notice that - your eyes are drawn to his rock-hard cock that’s flush against his abdomen, tip already red and leaking precum. “But I’ve got the only load you need to worry about.” 

Your steadily climbing lust abruptly stops in its tracks, and you crook an eyebrow as best as you can. “What the fuck, Jake? Are we on fucking Brazzers?” 

Jake bursts out into laughter, leaning in to press his lips to your mouth, and you kiss back as best as you can while maintaining a disapproving pout. “Not if I can help it,” he grits out, still feverishly kissing you like a starved man. “You just make my brain short-circuit, honey. Sometimes I say stupid things.” 

You pull away, narrowing your eyes at the silly boy you’ve fallen in love with, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, the one who somehow manages to make you hornier than you thought possible whilst also filling you with the desire to club him over the head. “Sometimes?” you hedge, turning around and lifting the lid of the washer and shoving his sweatpants in with the rest of the load. As you spin the dial and close the top, finally starting the cycle, you continue to lecture him “I tell you, Jake, if I had a dime for every stupid thing you said-” 

“Yeah, yeah, you’d probably be able to afford that nice high-efficiency Samsung laundry set you’ve had your eye on. But sweetheart..” Jake's hands return to your waist, this time shoving down the boxer shorts slightly so he can slip his fingers between your legs, grazing one digit over your wet lips. “I keep telling you - God you’re fucking soaked-” and you’re unable to hold back the moan that bubbles out in response to the rasp in his voice, to his tone carrying sheer amazement at your level of arousal. Jake continues: “ - I keep telling you, as soon as the house is done, that’s the first thing I’m buying for you. But I don’t want to buy one now and then lug an old model to the new place. My girl deserves the best. A brand new washer for me to fuck her against in our brand new home.”  

You moan out, partially at the promise but equally at the way his other hand has slipped under your (well, his) t-shirt to grope at your breast, the way his fingers are gathering your wetness. 

“Shit, you’re so wet, darling,” he breathes out, sliding one finger through your folds and crooking it just so, enough for the tip of his finger to graze that sponge-y part of your cunt. You keen in response, grinding your pelvis into his hand and gripping his shoulders tightly for support. A click sounds out, and the spin cycle starts, shaking against Jake’s wrist pressed up against your clit, sending delightful sensations quivering throughout your body. 

Jake repositions his other hand to rest on your lower back; he presses slightly to tilt your pelvis forward into the running machine, into the vibrations, into another tidal wave of pleasure that leaves you shuddering in its wake. 

“Fuck, Jake,” you manage, a gasp leaving your lips as he adds a finger to your cunt and plunges them in and out rhythmically, almost in time with the motion of the cycle at first and then speeding up. You’re sighing out in bliss, unable to keep yourself from grinding down on his hand and pressing your bare ass into his hardened cock, feeling slight wetness on your lower back from a bead precum falling from the tip. 

“God, sweetheart” Jake grunts, pulls his hands out from your cunt and spins you around, then effectively hoists you up onto the machine, lips pressing into your neck as his hands make work of dragging the boxer shorts down your legs. He surges forward to kiss you deeply, slipping his tongue to press in against yours, heavy breaths escaping his mouth as his hands travel to graze his touch all over you. 

For a moment, it’s just you two being horny people, just making out on top of your washing machine almost completely naked, entirely wrapped up in each other, just full of sheer and utter devotion. You pull away to catch your breath, inhaling the scent of sweat and his musky cologne. 

With a smile, you lean your forehead against his.  “You’re gonna make love to me on top of the washer, Jake?” you ask him innocently, bashing your eyelashes and running your hand down his chest, tangling and tugging at his golden hairs teasingly. Jake grunts out at the sensation, reaching down to grab the hem of your t-shirt to pull it up over you. 

“No, sweetheart,” he starts, eyes darting down to appreciate the way your nipples have pebbled in the cool air before sliding his hands down to your hips. In a split second, he pulls you to the edge, grasps his hard length in one hand, guides it into your soaked pussy. “I’m going to fuck you on top of it.” 

And with that, the spin cycle starts up again, and Jake starts drawing his hips in and out slowly, hands resting on the small of your back to hold you in place. And it’s truly fo the best, because the rumble of the washing machine is sending vibrations up throughout your body and the feeling of Jake buying himself into you over and over agains is so overwhelming you fear you may topple over onto your side, hit your head on the cabinet, maybe sustain a concussion. And Jake’s always aware of this, always aware of how easily he can fuck your brainless, make you lose control of your body as a whole as you get lost in the motions of him just pounding you silly - so Jake knows he needs to keep a firm grip on you, which only adds to your pleasure. He’s moaning out your name over the sound of both machines running, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as he holds you up. 

“Not enough,” you murmur, placing one hand on his chest to stop his motions and attempting to pull him out. 

“Hmm?” he asks, slightly dazed as he takes a step back, cock still standing tall and proud and dripping with your wetness. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you turn on your heel and lean both your forearms down on the edge of the washing machine, gripping it tightly and bending over to present your ass to him, arching your back just the way he likes it. By the sound of the strangled groan behind you, it seems like Jake approves. 

“Smart girl,” he says, sending a tiny flutter of pride throughout your chest, and one arm comes to wrap itself around your middle to hold you up, the other hand kneading and squeezing your backside roughly. “Such a pretty, smart girl,” he praises and guides his length back into your warmth, starts to match the pace of the spin cycle again. 

“It’s too much,” you whine out, still backing into him despite yourself and pushing yourself further onto his length. Jake hisses out at your eagerness, and the way your walls flutter around him and the slight tremors in your thighs from trying to hold yourself up. 

He moves his hand from where it’s cupping your ass and slides it around to your front to press into your stomach. His fingers are widely splayed, and with a slight grunt, he lifts, pulling you further onto him. “Hold tight, sweetheart,” he manages, and you grasp at the one neuron that’s still firing commanding signals in your brain, trying to consciously force your fingers to tighten their grip on the edge of the washing machine before Jake’s actions hit you in full force. 

And in full force it hits indeed - he’s pounding into you from the back now - his pelvis smacks loud against your ass and the squelch of your soaked cunt is the most erotic sound and it’s just barely audible over the machines. Your thoughts are interrupted by Jake tugging at your earlobe with his teeth and grunting out the most colorful string of profanities - “Fuck, sweetheart, feel so good wrapped around my cock, so fucking good for me - let me fill you up, let me put a baby in you, get your tits and belly nice and big for me so I can take care of you, never let you lift a finger, fuck, please...” 

“Yeah, Jake,” you breathe out as best as you can, “Fill me up, please, too much, please...” 

And with his chin grazing your shoulder, you can feel him shaking his head furiously. “You first. You first, please, sweet girl, cum for me,” and he’s not so much as commanding you as he is begging, pleading for you to release, to give him the extra push for him to climax. And as he’s swearing out loud and praising you his hand is sliding down from where it was gripping your hip, fingers seeking out your clit to give it the extra flick, the extra strum to bring you close and it’s working, with the way his cock is grazing all the right spots inside of you and his middle finger applying just enough pressure to your apex. 

“Jake, please,” you whine out, and he’s hushing you, pulling his hips back further to completely unsheath himself before slamming back into your cunt with a resounding smack. “I think I’m... oh.” Your orgasm washes over you, sending you cascading 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grits out, not slowing the circles on your clit just yet but gradually decelerating his thrusts, electing to punctuate each press into you with a grind of his hips. “Shit, I’m,” Jake manages out, grunting out your name with an added level of intensity, power - he’s close, you can feel it in the way his grip is tightening around your body and the way his breath is getting so much faster and how his hips are more stilted in their movements. 

“Cum in me, fill me up, Jake,” you coax, clenching your cunt down on his cock repeatedly and trying your best to push back against his thrusts. Jake lets out a strangled cry of your name, slams into you one last time and holds you tight against his body. His cock is shoved inside you as deep as it can go and you can feel every pulse, every throb of his release filling you to the brim. It’s oozing, comforting warmth and you reach a hand back to lock his hips in to feel full, to feel this close to him for that much longer. 

Eventually, his cock starts softening, and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “Jake,” you whine out as he pulls out, immediately using the last of your strength to squeeze your thighs together to keep his cum from spilling out and leaving another mess for you to clean up in the laundry room. Your muscles feel sluggish, feel like you’re trying to run underwater, feel like you’ve forgotten how to use your limbs. “‘m so tired,” you whisper, and Jake shushes you sweetly, one large hand rubbing circles on your lower back while the other is wrapped around your middle, all but holding you up. 

“Let me take you to bed, honey. Think we’re both due for a nap,” he murmurs and slightly lifts you up from where you’ve almost collapsed against the washing machine. You blearily open your eyes to glance at how much time is remaining for your clothes - “Jake? Can’t nap for too long. Wake me up in twenty?” 

“Sure,” he nods, letting you lean on his arm to lead you out towards your bedroom. 

The first step you take sends a rivulet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh, and the feeling of the rest of his release slowly trickling out sends another wave of arousal through you, mixed with a twinge of despair at having to clean it up. A pathetic whine manages to escape your lips. 

Jake chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and guiding your hand to lean against the counter. “Stand still for me? I’ll take care of it.” He steps away towards the sink grab a clean washcloth from the stack of towels you neatly folded earlier, running some warm water over it. 

And with a hazy mind, you thank whatever deity, whatever force exists that brought you Jake Seresin - the man who fucks you within an inch of your sanity, who takes care of you like no one else, who wants to spend his forever with you... who’s currently on his knees in front of you, nudging your thighs apart and is starting at how his release has painted your cunt, completely mesmerized. 

“Jesus Christ,” he says in awe, reaching to run a finger through the mess - like he’s ready to fucking fingerpaint with it - before finally lifting up the washcloth to wipe you down, and you shudder at the feeling while simultaneously managing an eye roll. 

Horny bastard. 

-- 

And when you wake up from your nap hours later in a cold sweat with the realization that you most definitely slept through the washer cycle - and that your darks were most certainly going to develop that funky odor - you quickly move to lift yourself out of bed with a sigh. 

A hand on your waist stops you, and you turn to see Jake’s face of anguish in the dim light of the evening - he’s still half-asleep, left cheek pressed up against his arm and golden hair a tousled mess, but he’s still managing a signature pout as best as he can. 

“Don’t go,” he grunts out, pressing his fingers into your hips. You shake your head, even though you know he can’t see you.

“Jake, I’ve gotta move the clothes, they’ll dry weird-” 

“Took care of it already, baby,” he groans out against his bicep, turning slightly so his hand can pull at your arm. “Lights are folded and put away, darks are in the dryer, and I deserve to nap with my girl after fucking her brains out.”

You stifle a laugh, finally giving in and letting yourself fall back into bed, into his awaiting arms, falling back into the man you love. As your drift off to sleep with Jake’s arms wrapped securely around you, a tiny voice wonders if you could manage to convince him to get the quiet washer/dryer set now if you pointed out how clearly he’d be able to hear your sighs and the sound of sex over a cycle. Maybe then you could grow to enjoy laundry days.

make me a... (hangman x reader)

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pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

synopsis: family planning with jake

warnings: 18+ only, explicit language, explicit sexual content (strictly pwp, p in v, maybe slight degradation? daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, spitting, so sorry for my sins) 

wc: < 500

let’s all give a ranch water toast to may (seasonsbloom) for getting 500 followers and being so phenomenal!

also I promise I'm working on this is me trying lol currently fighting off a cold and honestly that video of glen powell with his niece & nephew really derailed me we love a man who's good with kids

“Fuck, you like that, huh? You want to have my babies? You want me to make you a mommy?” Jake grunts out as his hips slam into yours. He’s using one hand to prop himself up over you, while he presses the other into your stomach and you know he can feel the bulge of his cock plunging inside you and you know it’s driving him crazier. You moan in response to his question, turning your head to the side and squeezing your eyes shut, still reeling from the aftershocks of your previous orgasm. 

The heavy feeling of his hand on your stomach disappears. Suddenly, Jake grasps your chin between his fingers, turning your head to make eye contact with him. “Answer me, sweetheart. You gonna make me a daddy?”

You open your mouth to answer, but no sound comes out. Jake’s eyes are locked in on your fucked out expression and he moans out your name again, forcing your chin up with his hand. His eyes dart towards your open mouth for a microsecond. You feel his thumb drag upwards to hook onto your bottom lip, holding your jaw open. With a grunt, he spits into your waiting mouth, still pumping his cock into you, and releases his hand from your chin, letting your jaw snap shut so you can obediently swallow. 

Jake’s moan is a heavenly sound. “Good girl, I’m so fucking close. Answer me, please. No, no, out loud,” he insists when you start nodding your head like it’s held up by springs, like he’s fucked out every bone in your body and you’re just a bunch of limbs connected by coils and held together by Jake, Jake who wants to put a baby in you, Jake who wants to have a future with you, Jake who’s currently splitting you in half and loving every second of making you lose your mind. 

 “Yes, I wanna make you a daddy, please,” you finally manage out, and you feel it shake Jake to his very core as he shudders, driving his hips one last time into your poor cunt so that they’re flush with yours and you feel the warmth of his release inside of you. He’s gasping into your ear, reaching another hand up to brush away your hair from your face. 

Jake’s whole body slowly relaxes as he comes down from his high, slowly starts lowering his chest until he’s just a couple centimeters away from resting his entire weight down on you, but at the last second he holds you tightly and rolls over so that you’re on top, his cock still buried inside of you. He snakes both hands around your back to pull you into his chest, peppering featherlight kisses across your forehead. 

“Think that one took?” he asks you with a smirk, pressing one more hard kiss to your sweaty forehead.

My standard is Glen Powell and Glen Powell only.

my standard is lewis pullman, and lewis pullman only.

Both of my favorite men.😍😍😍

Glen Powell is so Jensen-coded

The first is my contact and the second is my background photo. I don’t care. I love a man in uniform and every picture I have of him will be in uniform.

okay, class…..

if you were dating Jake Seresin—what would be your contact photo of him? and what would be your background?

personally mine would be this combo (contact photo on the left, background on the right):

reblog with your combo or 1382947 years of bad luck

I’m at the gym with my sister, preparing for a dance competition right now and I can’t help but think about exercising with Glen Powell at the moment. 😊

That was the summer I lost my fictional virginity to this guy, right here:

This time last year, I saw TGM in theaters June 11, 13, 18, 24, & 26. What a glorious summer

I must be off my meds or something because I decided to start writing a crossover between Top Gun Maverick, featuring our pretty, blondie, Jake Seresin and Bridgerton. Just so everyone is aware, Jake and Anthoney Bridgerton are best friends in this fanfic. It's slowly coming and I started drafting tonight. I'm kind of excited for this one. Oh and also it's going to be a Jake Seresin x OC fic(sorry reader insert fans!) . Anyways, just wanted to make everyone on Tumblr aware even though no one is probably going to read this post at all.

Not to be that person or anything, but I literally thought Glen was a very manly girl when I first watched this. 🤦🏾‍♀️ To be fair, I was only about seven or eight at the time, maybe even nine or ten. 😂😂😂😂😂

If you didn’t know Glen Powell was in spy kids, now you do. 😃

I love helping out other fanfic writers!

I haven’t actually posted here in so long, but I have so much interest in writing for the top gun Maverick fandom, including reader inserts, and ships

Submit requests so I can get started!!!

Please reblog so I can find the right audience!!!