#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!)

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[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.”

[mynameismckenziemae]

Outlet for your frustration.

You had the worst day at work and need an outlet for your frustration.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x you

Warnings: swearing, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, femdom, spanking, a sprinkle of ass play, humiliation, oral (both m and f receiving) smut. Let me know if I missed anything

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This fic and everything I post is for 18+. MNDI. Do not repost my work without consent or steal my work. Reblogs/likes/comments would comments would make me happy, so please interact if you'd like (please be nice though, I’m sensitive haha). Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked.

A/N: So I don’t know what this is or what I’m doing. I’m not a writer. I’m not creative. This is literally the first thing I’ve written since high school and I’m in my 30s.

*Edited with Grammarly on 11/20/23.

The car ride is silent as you head home. You had the most frustrating day at work. Even the thought of turning music on overstimulates your fried brain.

Working in healthcare is difficult on a good day, but your specialty seems to get the brunt of crabby, rude patients.

You are the poster child of staying calm, cool, and collected—so much so that your coworkers don’t believe you’ve ever yelled or lost your temper. Jake’s friends adore his sweet, soft-spoken girlfriend. Jake himself hasn’t witnessed you be more than mildly disgruntled in the past 18 months of your relationship.

But today, you’d had enough. You just needed an outlet for all this frustration bubbling up inside.

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Closing the door with a sigh, you decide a shower to help ease some of the tension. Setting your bag down and toeing out of your shoes, you start stripping out of your scrubs on the way to the bedroom. You roll your eyes and smirk as you pick up one of Jake’s socks and his boxers.

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“You do know I’m not your maid, right?” I joke, bending over to pick up a pair of jeans he threw near (not in) the hamper.

A strong pair of arms wrap around my waist and there’s a hardness pressing into my ass.

“I know you’re not, I’m sorry. I always remember eventually, but you always pick it up before I get to it. I’ll do better” he murmurs, kissing my neck, “You would look damn good wearing one of those maid uniforms though”.

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A strangled, “Fuck” snaps you back to the present. Looking down at the sock in your hand, a wicked idea crosses your mind. You know just how to work through this frustration.

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You push open the bathroom door, with the sock still in hand. The sight in front of you sends a pulse of need straight between your legs. Jake is naked, wet and slowly stroking himself.

You clear your throat and he startles, his cheeks flushing pink at being caught in the act.

“Oh hey, you’re home. Sorry, I was—“ he starts.

“You dropped this" nodding to the sock, "and your boxers again. I had to pick them up...again. We talked about this just yesterday and you said you’d do better,” you say, dropping the sock and stepping into the shower behind him. You swat his hand away and take over, tightly gripping his hard-on, and giving him a slow stroke. “What do I have to do for you to remember, Jake?”

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re right. I’m sorry-“You put your finger to his lips to shush him.

“Do you remember what we talked about last week? About wanting me to take control sometimes? Rough you up a little?” You lean in to whisper in his ear while trailing the finger from his lips down his chest to pinch his nipple.

“Yessss” he groaned out, his cock twitching in your hand at your words.

“Yes, what?” You ask, pinching a little harder.

“Ma’am?” You nod. “Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am” he says with a shudder.

“Mmm, good,” you say as you lean forward, sucking the abused nipple into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck” Jake groans again, his hand finding your ass to give it a squeeze.

You pull off his nipple with a pop and shake your head, grabbing his hand from your ass and putting at his side. “This is how it’s going to go. You don’t get to touch me unless I give you permission. You don’t get to touch yourself unless I give you permission. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall”.

Jake looks at you through hooded eyes, "Yes ma'am".

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He turns his back to you and puts his hands out in front of him; the water splashing onto the back of his neck. You snake a hand in front of him to flick the water off, then each of your hands grabs his ass, squeezing and kneading.

"Okay Jake, what's your safeword?"

"Rooster" Jake mutters after a beat.

You quirk your eyebrow at that; but choose to not press right now; tucking that information away to discuss at a later time.

"I think 10 for each item I picked up is fair, don't you?" You ask sweetly.

"10 wha-fuck!" Jake gasps as you deliver the first hit to the right cheek.

"Spanks, hits, strikes, licks…whatever you want to call them. 10 for the sock, 10 for the boxers. You're going to remember this every time you sit down tomorrow, Jake. Don't you have training all day tomorrow too? Your coworkers are going to see you squirm, trying to find a comfortable position. If only they knew it was because your girlfriend spanked you like a naughty, little boy." You say, landing a sharp slap to the left cheek.

"Oh God," Jake breathes out, cheeks clenching while his hips rock forward.

"That's two. You're going to count out loud for me. If you lose track, I'm going to start over. As many times as it takes. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am".

*Slap* Another sharp crack to his right cheek.

Jake groans out, "Three ma'am".

You give a couple more slaps, alternating each side. Jake keeps count like the good military boy he is; you can hear how wrecked he is with each blow.

After the fourteenth hit, your hand starts to sting, so you take a step back and admire your handiwork (pun intended).

You were already soaked from the sounds he was making and the increased desperation in his voice with each swat, but seeing how red he was getting was enough to make you throb.

"Oh, what a pretty sight you are. I wanna take a picture just to put it as my wallpaper. Maybe I should send it to everyone in your squad so they can see how pathetic you are standing there, bright red ass cheeks begging for more" you say as you squeeze his cheeks, feeling the warmth.

"No, please, no! I'll do anything. Please, ma'am!" Jake begs, hips rocking forward, looking for any type of friction.

Your hands travel from his ass to his hips, stopping his motion. Your right-hand shifts to grab ahold of his cock suddenly, giving him a few tugs easily from the copious amount of precum he’s leaking.

"I'm not sure this is a punishment seeing how hard you are. I guess I'm going to have to take it up a few notches." You say.

Jake's cock twitches at your words and he whimpers. Whimpers. You've never heard your tough, strong, military man whimper. Another strong wave of arousal pulses through you at the sound. You close your eyes as you kiss his back to compose yourself.

"Color?" You whisper.

"Green ma’am. So fucking green," says Jake.

You release him and stand to reach behind you to quietly grab the wooden bath brush.

“How many more, Jake?”

“Six ma’am.”

”Good boy,” you purr and you see a shiver roll through him.

You bring the bath brush down directly in the center of his right cheek. It makes the most satisfying crack.

Jake’s back arches and his hands tighten on the wall as he lets out a sinful, “Holy fuck”.

You give him a second to compose himself and clear your throat.

“Shit. Fifteen ma’am. Sorry ma’am.”

“I’m feeling generous since this is your first time. Don’t let it happen again.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The next stroke of the bath brush gets the left side and pulls another deep groan from Jake.

“Sixteen ma’am.”

The next two are slightly lower, directly on his sit spots. He’s definitely going to be reminded of this tomorrow every time he sits down. It sends a delicious thrill through you.

The following swing catches both cheeks. All the muscles in his back and ass tense as he’s fighting not to straighten and take his hands from the wall.

“Nineteen ma’am! Fuck! Wait, please…wait ma’am I’m close and I don’t want to cum yet. Please ma’am.” he whines.

You give him a moment to compose himself, watching him while running the fingers of your free hand through your arousal to circle your clit. His breath slows and he puts his arms back in front of him again.

"You ready?"

"Yes, ma'am".

The final spank hits him again in both sit spots and he cries out, hands slipping.

You drop the brush and kneel while turning him around. You close your eyes as you suck him down greedily, bringing the hand still covered in your arousal between his legs to press on his hole. He lets out a choked noise and his hands fly into your hair as he thrusts, once, twice, and empties down your throat.

You swallow and open your eyes to look up at him. He. Is. Wrecked. Tears are leaking out of glassy eyes, flushed face, and chest heaving.

"Are you okay? Was that too mu--"

"That was amazing, "Jake says against your lips as he lifts you to your feet and seats you on the shower bench behind you. "I've never cum that hard in my life. That was so hot. You're so hot. I've never seen you like that. So ruthless and cold and mean and hot. Fuck, that was hot."

You laugh as he kneels, throwing your legs over his shoulders, and dives in like a man starved, licking ruthlessly at your clit. You moan, grabbing at his hair and directing him exactly where you want him. You're so worked up from having him at your mercy that you're trembling through your orgasm in no time.

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You shower together after, and Jake asks about your day as he rubs your back and shoulders. You’re already feeling lighter by the time you get out.

As you're drying off, you snort as you catch a glimpse of Jake's bright red ass in the mirror. He turns to see what you're looking at and his gaze darkened as his cock twitches as he starts to harden again.

"You do realize I'm going to remember to put my clothes in the hamper now, but I might dump some out on the floor if this is what happens when you have to remind me," Jake says as he picks you up.

You laugh all the way to the bedroom, the frustration from the day completely forgotten.

 

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 The next day at training:

Jake did remember every time he sat down, he squirmed in his seat trying to get comfortable, and he spent the majority of the day with the sweet discomfort of arousal. Oddly enough, Rooster was the only one to notice.

[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.)

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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.

[startrekfangirl2233-fic-recs]

Ok, like, obviously, I have to rec this one. @cassiemitchell ad @bobby-r2d2-floyd, you guys knocked it out of the park! It's honestly so fucking good. The whole build-up of the dynamic between Bob and Pretty? And how Jake and Bradley still interact during the scene? I'm KO'ed.

This? Oh, it's nothing. I'm just the source of the Niagara River after reading this fic. Nothing to see here.

- XOXO Star

Three’s a Crowd, Unless its You

THIS IS 18+! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary: Jake and y/n wanted to spice things up in the bedroom so they brought Rooster in. And then the feelings started so Jake and y/n make a plan to permanently in Rooster to their everyday life.

Pairings: established jake x reader, bradley x reader, bradley x jake, bob x reader

Warnings: slight angst, threesome vibes, dom bob, mentions of subspace, swearing, smut, smut, and more smut, squirting, maybe cum play?, creampie, oral (f and m receiving), anxiety, basically lots of smut with some plot

Notes: A big thank you to @bobby-r2d2-floyd who practically wrote this for me cause I am not good at smut but wanted this to exist! Also thank you to @roosters-girl and @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s who bounced ideas around and read through it a million times with us!

word count: 5k

CassieMitchell Masterlist

You and Jake had been together for a while, you two were comfortable with each other and with the sex that you had been having, but lately you both had been noticing the lingering gaze from Rooster whenever the Dagger squad was together, or when Rooster came over to your place to hang out. You and Jake had talked about bringing Bradley into your relationship for a while as a third lover, only Rooster had fallen deeply for you; he came around more often and started staying longer after rolling around the bed with you and Jake for a few hours to hold you. Aftercare moments got sweeter and longer, and while you reciprocate those feelings, you will always feel more love for Jake.

Jake noticed these small things and grew worried that you were tired of him and that he was losing you, but after a long night of you two together, you had assured him that you’re still very much in love with him. Jake was the one who suggested bringing him in, officially, actually. You knew from prior wine nights with Bob and Phoenix that he was quite the Dom in the bedroom, at the time it was random information but now? You can use that to your advantage. This began a plan of action, a sex-posal if you will, that will come to a head tonight. You had discussed the situation with Bob beforehand and he was all for it since he was getting tired of hearing Rooster talk nonstop about you and Jake any chance he got.

When you suggested bringing Bob into your weekly tryst with Jake and Bradley, neither of them were really prepared for it. They knew it was going to happen, it was just the when that they were unaware of. So when you surprised Jake one night when he got home from work, with nothing but his Stetson and a sexy lingerie set peaking from beneath one of Rooster’s Hawaiian shirts, he had a sneaking suspicion as to what was about to happen. You led him up to the guest bedroom, his brain whirring and cock swelling at the thought of getting a round in before Rooster showed up and the plan taking action, but instead he was pushed into one of the two chairs in the room.

“Whatcha doin’ Honey?” Jake questions as you move around to the back of the chair, looping the rope around his hands and the bars of the chair, loosely, according to the plan.

“Nothing.” you smiled innocently, moving around to the front of him, straddling his still clothed lap. “Just got a surprise for you, baby.” you kiss him softly on the lips before standing up. “Now, take this,” you wrap one of his bandanas around his mouth to gag him and slip a blindfold over his head, resting at his brows and ready to be pulled down just as Rooster calls out.

“Hey Pretty? Jake? I’m here!” he calls from the foyer, kicking his boots off at the door.

“Up here, Roos!” you call out and you look back to Jake, “you’re still okay with all this?”, he nods and you smile, slipping the blindfold down over his eyes. “Okay. Be good. Love you.” You smirk before strutting out of the room. “Hey big guy.” You hold the smirk, leaning against the entrance to the hallway, his shirt slipping down off your shoulder since you don’t have it buttoned properly.

“Well hello to you, pretty. What’s the occasion?” he asks, reaching out for you and you talk half a step back to tease him.

“Just a little surprise… wear this for me?” you ask, holding up the blindfold.

“Are you in charge tonight?” Bradley chuckles, taking the blindfold from you.

“You could say that. Now please?” You smile sweetly at him.

“Alright.” slipping the blindfold on, you take his hand and lead him into the room, gently placing him to the other chair.

“Ya know Pretty, normally I’m putting those knots on you.” Bradley chuckles, as you start wrapping the rope around his wrists.

“If you didn’t want me to use them on you,” you finish the knot, securing him to the chair. “You shouldn’t have taught me how to do it.���

You smile at your knot work before reaching over to pull Jake’s gag from his mouth before continuing. “Well, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes.”

“Honey, whatcha doin?” Jake questions, still playing along with the plan and you laugh before reaching over and ghosting your fingers across their laps.

“Havin’ some fun.”

“What are you doing to us, Pretty?” Bradley groans as you move to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Remember when I asked if we could include Bob one day?”

“Yea baby, we had our meetings with him. We just gotta set a date.” Bradley says and you bite your lip before looking behind them to the shut bathroom door across the hall.

“Well how about right now? Bobby!”

The bathroom door opens and Bradley’s pulse picks up, not prepared for this to be happening.

“Oh, Pretty�� I don’t know.” Bradley sighs out and you just smirk. “Jake?” he asks and Jake shrugs, knowing that Bradley can’t see but doing it anyway.

“I don’t see why not. It’s just a little bit of fun, Brad.” he says and Bradley’s anxiety is sky high over the situation.

“You sure you still wanna do this, doll?” Bob asks, his soft demeanor still showing, towering over you. You nod softly before going to pull Bradley and Jake’s blindfolds down from their eyes and Jake nods softly to you and Bob.

Bob grabs your jaw bone between his thumb and ring fingers, his hand essentially cupping the lower half of your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Look at me when I talk to you.” Bob says firmly.

“Hey woah Bob!” Bradley protests, “That's a little harsh, man.”

“You still wanna do this?” Bob asks and you nod, causing him to jerk your head again, “use your words.” Bob states, ignoring Bradley and his protests entirely.

“Yes.” you reply softly, receiving a light slap to your cheek. “Yes, sir.” you moan, skin tingling from the contact.

“Good girl.” Bob smiles. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” another slap, slightly harder. “Green, sir.”

“Bob, I don’t like this.” Bradley pulls against the ropes, trying to get to you, rescue you.

“It’s alright, Rooster. She asked for it.” Jake smiles at Bradley, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Plus, we’ve done worse.”

“And she’s not complaining. Are you, baby doll?” Bob drags his hand from your chin down your neck, thumb and middle fingers digging to the sides of your neck, just over your pulse points, dragging a whine as he gently chokes you. “What do you want, Doll?” his hands move to your chest, tugging on the lace cups of your bra. “You want me to touch you? Treat you like my little slut?”

You nod as he pinches your nipple, pulling slightly, a gasp sneaking past your lips.

“Ask them, doll.” Bob nods to Jake and Bradley, “Ask them if you can be my good little slut.”

Your eyes dart between Jake and Bradley as Bob’s lips begin an assault on your neck, “please-” you let a moan as Bob nips at your skin, “please let me be a good little slut for Bob.”

Jake nods and Bradley looks at Jake, adamant to let you go through with this but eventually he nods too. This causes Bob to smirk at the both of them.

“Enjoy the show ‘cause I know that your girl is really going to enjoy it.” Bob pushes you back into the bed with little care, rough but still respectful of the boundaries that you had set. “As much as I love this little number, doll, it’s gotta go.” he says before he rips the lingerie to shreds.

“Bobby!” He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, gently nipping before swiping his tongue across to smooth it.

“And much as I love these beauties.” Bob smiles, long gone the shy backseater that Jake and Bradley were familiar with. “I’m more curious about how you taste.” he slides his left hand down your stomach, stopping momentarily to graze your clit before running his fingers through your slit.

“Shit, Babydoll, is this all for me?” Bob groans, feeling your warm slick. “Or is this because your boys are gonna watch me have my way with you?” he looks back at the two tied up aviators and smirks.

The moan that rips through your throat as he slowly slid one of his fingers into your wet hole was nothing short of beautiful to Bradley, who was trying to shake your knots free.

“Doll, these boys must not stretch you out very often if you’re squeezing me like this.” Bob groans as he feels just how tight your walls are around one of his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna remedy that right now.”

He pulls his hand away from you, slipping his slick soaked finger into his mouth and groaning at how sweet you taste. “Fuck babydoll, with as sweet of a pussy like you have, I don’t know how either of these boys don’t live between your thighs. Must be why Jake calls you Honey all the time, isn’t it?” he says as he adjusts his body so your thighs are thrown over his shoulders.

He gives you no warning before his lips are sucking your clit into his mouth. You let out a cry that nearly had Bradley breaking the chair to get to you, whereas Jake stays put, his cock rock hard in his service khakis.

Bob slips a finger back into your hole and immediately finds your g-spot, knowing enough about the female anatomy to get you screaming his name in a matter of seconds where with Jake or Bradley, it always took them a minute before they could really get you going.

“Fuck! Sir-please!” you cry out, fingers knotting in his short locks.

“Please what, babydoll?” he pulls away long enough to ask and you let out a sob.

“Pl-please let me cum!” you beg and he gets you right to the edge and then pulls away before you can fall into ecstasy.

“Robert!” you groan out and he slaps your pussy and you flinch, not in pain but in shock.

“What’s my name?” he says, teasing your hole with his fingers again.

“Sir.” you choke out as he gives a gentle stroke to your clit.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” you barely finish the word before he’s slipping two fingers into you and massaging that special spot again, using this thumb to rub at your clit and you’re seeing stars as your orgasm builds.

Bob being the Dom he is, pulls away before you can come, again, and again, and again. You let out frustrated cry, tears running down your face out of pleasure and frustration as you nearly kick him in the ribs.

“Hey, do you want to be tied up, little girl?” he asks and you shake your head no.

“No, I’ll be good sir! Please.. Just let me cum I’ll be your good girl! I’ll be so good for you, please..” you beg and he kisses your inner thigh before sliding his fingers back into you for a final time, bringing your climax finally and you cry out as you soak the sheets below you and some of Bob’s neck, chest, and forearm.

“Fuck babydoll, you didn’t tell me you could do that.” he groans out, his accent prevalent and youre trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah I didn’t know that I could either.” you laugh a little and Bob kisses your clit before sitting up and looking at Jake and Bradley.

Jake is sitting there, wet patch gathering by this fly and Bradley is red in the face but also with a noticeable hardon. “Look at that, boys. I got your girl to do something that neither of you could. How does that feel?” he asks and Bradley struggles against the ropes again, cursing himself for teaching you how to tie these knots.

“You son of a-” he starts but is cut off when Jake kicks at him.

“Bradley, it’s okay. We agreed to this.” he tries to sound dejected but on the inside he is jealous as fuck. Bradley just huffs and sits back in his seat.

Bob slips out of his boxers before grabbing your hips and shifts you so you’re lying width-wise on the bed before he pulls you hips up so you’re on your knees, chest pressed against the bed as you look at Jake and Bradley. “Look at your boys, babydoll. I want them to see the look in your eyes when I split you open on my cock.” he says, running the head of his cock through your folds and you moan softly when he rubs against your clit.

You lock eyes with Bradley as Bob is pushing into you, your mouth falling open in a silent cry as he eases all of his cock into you, splitting you open into a way that was different than both Jake and Bradley. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size for a second before slowly picking up the pace and he has you cock-dumb in seconds, the last look that you recognize on Bradley’s face is one of pain as he watches the woman he loves getting fucked by one of his best friends. His brain short circuiting in the worst of ways; maybe your love for him was all in his head, maybe you just wanted something fun for a while and you tired of him, maybe--

“Look at our girl.” Jake says, free of his bonds and running his fingers through Bradley’s hair. Bradley’s eyes snapback to your own unfocused pair, “look at how pretty she looks, all fucked out and cock-dumb from our best friend. “Think of how pretty she’ll look like this for you all the time.” Jake whispers in his ear and suddenly that’s all Bradly can think of.

Despite Bob being balls deep inside if you, fingers leaving marks on your hips, you're calling out Bradley’s name. It’s his name on your lips as you cum, not Bob’s.

The thought alone of you in subspace from another man, and calling out for him, makes his cock swell again. He was the only thing on your mind at the moment, not even your boyfriend who has untied Bradley and is pushing him towards the bed, peeling off both of their clothes in the meanwhile.

Bob smirks at him, having long since pulled out but his fingers slowly working in and out of you, “Come on Rooster, come get your girl.” Jake gives him another nudge forward and before Bradley knows it, he’s naked from the waist down and slipping inside of you, groaning at how tight you still are around him and your gentle little moans and chants fill the air once again as he fills you.

Bob takes a quiet leave once the three of you are all distracted, not minding that he didn’t get off from the situation, he wasn’t supposed to. It was for you and Jake and Bradley, he can always go find someone at the bar or call up any one of his subs in his contacts.

Jake sits near the head of the bed, stripped of his khakis and laying back in his boxers, watching Bradley fuck into you slowly and before he’s reaching forward and rubbing your clit. You cry out softly and despite Bradley not being inside of you for too long, they both know you’re going to be cumming soon.

Bradley picks up his pace, his hand replacing Jake’s on your clit so the other can leave to go warm up some towels for you, knowing that you’ll want to be clean after you finish. He swings by the kitchen to also grab easy to digest snacks, having gotten suggestions from Bob prior to the night's activities, as well as a bottle of water and your favorite flavor of gatorade before heading back to the bedroom.

Bradley has since picked up the pace, fucking both you and him to a fast completion. You go over the edge first, chanting nothing but “Bradley! Bradley! Bradley!” as you cum and he’s nearly falling on top of you from how tight your pussy squeezes around his cock. He finishes deep inside of you with a groan, a ‘fucking shit’ tumbling from his own lips as his hips stutter, trying to get as deep inside of you as he can, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Jake watches from the doorway, a smile on his lips as he watches the love of his life getting fucked by the new, partial, love of her life. Bradley looks up and the two men lock eyes, sharing a knowing smile before Jake makes his way to the bed, handing Bradley his own towel for when he pulls out and using the other one to clean you up, taking care with how sensitive you probably are.

As Bradley pulls out, you let out a whine, your body not ready to deal with the loss of his cock from between your walls. Jake is there as soon as Bradley is out to catch the other man’s falling cum in the towel. He folds it in and uses a clean side to gently wipe at your abused and puffy folds and thighs, he bends down and places a gentle kiss to the base of your spine before helping Bradley maneuver you into a laying position.

You curl up against Bradley’s chest after he gets settled down in the bed. One of his arms finding their way around your waist, pulling you tighter to him while Jake strips the top layer of bedding and tosses it off to the side. You trace absent shapes on Bradley’s pecs and he places soft kisses to the top of your head, murmuring softly into your hair.

“You did so well, pretty. You were such a good girl for all of us.” he says and you let out a whine.

“Wanna be a good girl… wanna be your good girl.” you mumble and Jake presses himself to your back after handing Bradley the gatorade for when you’re a little more coherent.

“You were such a good girl, honey.” Jake presses gentle kisses along your shoulder and you let out a gentle sigh, letting your weight press more into Bradley as Jake puts more weight into you to help you feel settled and safe.

After a few moments of gentle kiss and soft words spoken from both men, you start to come to. Stirring softly against Bradley as you try to sit up. Jake leans off of you just enough to allow you to prop up on your elbow and Bradley is handing you the gatorade. You drink almost half of it at once before handing it back to Bradley who caps it and sets it to the side.

“How’re you doing, pretty?” he asks, offering you a granola bar and you shake your head no.

“I’m… okay. How are you?” you ask and he smiles a little.

“Honestly? I was a little upset in the beginning. Thought that you were over me and moving on with Bob.” he says and you feel a little bad, but before you could open your mouth he’s talking again. “Jake helped me out, made me feel better when he called you our girl. Brought me back out of my head.”

You lean up and kiss him softly, “I could never be tired of you, Roos. Jake and I want you as a permanent member of our relationship. No more nights without you.. No more pretending that there isn’t something between us.”

Bradley smiles down at you softly before pulling you in for another kiss. Jake watches from his spot behind you with a smile before he’s reaching across you, fingers threading in Bradley’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss of his own, showing Bradley that he’s just as much Jake’s at this point as he is yours.

“We’ll figure the logistics of everything out tomorrow, let’s just get some sleep for now.” Jake says softly and Bradley nods, you’re already mostly asleep against his chest after the night's activities. The two aviators are asleep not long afterwards, smiles on their faces and their hearts full as everything feels like it's falling into place.

The golden rays from the morning sun are barely peeking through the crack in the blinds, illuminating the room in gentle yellow and pink tones as the sun rises. You awake naturally, having moved from your place on Bradley’s chest to Jake’s. His arm around your waist and while Bradley is curled up and facing away from you, not used to sharing his bed with someone else.

You place gentle kisses to Jake’s chest, eliciting a groan from the blond as you slowly shift out of his arms and off the bed, throwing on Bradley’s discarded Hawaiian shirt and making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and brush your teeth.

Jake is used to you waking up earlier than him, so when he wakes up and he’s spooning Bradley and not you, he’s confused at first. His brain still fogged with sleep before his memories from last night kicked in. He smiles to himself, kissing Bradley’s shoulder before slipping out from the bed and following the smell of coffee to the kitchen.

“Good morning, honey.” he says, pressing a kiss to your neck as his arms find their way around your waist, pulling you back to him and you let out a small laugh as his lips assault your neck.

“Good morning.”

“Wanna taste you.” he mumbles against the skin of your shoulder and you shake your head no.

“I wanna taste you.” you say and put your now empty cup on the counter before dragging him away to the living room and pushing him on the couch. You straddle his thighs and kiss him, tongue slipping easily between his lips before kissing a trail down his neck, sucking on that spot just behind his ear that really gets him going, but careful enough to not leave a mark there that’ll get him in trouble with the Navy.

His hands grip your hips and you rut down against his brief clad cock, feeling him swell against you. You pull away and look down at him as you rock your hips gently into his, “wanna thank you for last night and for letting Bradley into our relationship.”

You sink to your knees, the carpet of the living room rug rough against your skin but you don’t care. You sit eye level with Jake’s cock as you work him out of the last piece of clothes he was wearing. Once his cock is free you notice just how red the tip is, after all he hadn’t had the chance to cum last night, despite the scene that played in front of him.

He lets out a groan as you take him into your coffee warmed mouth, his fingers gripping the upholstery of the couch in one hand, the other lacing through your hair as your tongue swirls around his tip.

You moan at his taste, slightly salty, a little sweet, and 100% Jake. You work past the head of his cock, slowly moving your head up and down his shaft, growing wetter yourself as his groans, moans, and pants of your name fill the air of the living room. One of your hands is perched on his thigh, keeping yourself balanced as you lean over his cock, the other squeezing the base of him gently.

“Oh fuck, honey. I’m gonna cum embarrassingly fast if you keep doing that.” he breathes out as you suck softly at the skin just below the head of his cock.

“That’s the point, wanna taste you Jakey… always taste so good.” you say, letting spit drool from your mouth and down on to his tip before thumbing his slit. You squeeze your thighs together as he lets out a groan when you tongue at the hole.

You slowly work him into your throat, moaning around him as he stretches your mouth open past what you’re used to, having never taken him all the way in. His other hand shoots to your scalp, fingers knotting themselves in your roots as he tries not to cum down your throat just yet.

He opens his eyes and sees Bradley leaning against the wall, arms crossed and brown eyes dark as he takes in the way you’re sucking your boyfriend off. They lock eyes and Bradley smirks. That’s all it takes for Jake to barely choke out a “f-fuck I’m gonna cum, honey!” before his cock is pumping hot cum into your mouth and throat. You gag softly, the choking noise sending another wave of your lovers seed down your throat. You swallow around him and take everything that he gives you.

You pull off of him and catch your breath, while Jake sits there and works to catch his own breath, nearly eye fucking Bradley as he finally makes himself known.

“If I knew that’s how mornings went in this house I would have tried to have been the first one awake.” he teases and your head shoots over to him, eyes wide. He takes you in as he saunters over, commiting how thoroughly fucked you look to his memory. Mouth and chin sloppy with your drool, lips puffy from being wrapped around Jake’s cock, hair disheveled from Jake’s hands.

Bradley wastes no time pulling you up to the couch next to Jake. He’s on his knees for you faster than you were on your knees. “Fuck, pretty. You got this wet just from sucking off Jake?” he asks, running his fingers through your folds and you let out a whine. “What made your pussy this wet? Having your mouth full of cock? Gagging on him?” he asks, lips attacking your clit before you can answer and you let out a cry, fingers finding their way into his curls as his tongue laps up as much of your slick as it can before he’s having to swallow your taste.

Jake groans from beside you, watching as the brunet eats your cunt out like a man on death row having his last meal. Bradley doesn’t care as your juices cover his face, he slips his tongue into your leaking hole, his ring and middle fingers spreading you open so he can properly tongue fuck you and you’re seeing stars above him as his nose brushes repeatedly against your clit.

Your orgasm approaches fast, taking you by surprise as you clench down around his fingers and the tip of his tongue, Bradley just moans in response before pulling his mouth away, fingers staying put and beginning an assault to your g-spot. He quickly pulls another orgasm from you, your cry silent as your pussy squirts out his reward. He wastes no time cleaning you up with his tongue, gathering your slick in his mouth before he’s sitting up and sliding his tongue in Jake’s mouth. Sharing the wealth of your cunt with your boyfriend. Both men are reveling in the shared taste on their tongue while you lay next to them and try to catch your breath.

Jake pulls away from Bradley long enough to take his two longest fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, keeping the steady eye contact with Bradley as he does, causing Rooster’s erection to go from bearable to ‘I’m about to cum in my pants’.

You watch the two of them go through a power struggle only for Jake to come out on top, he looks over at you and smiles, “his face is looking mighty empty honey, why don’t you come take a seat?”

You just smirk and move from your place on the couch, crawling over to where Jake has Bradley pinned to the rug. You give Jake a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue and you let out a soft moan as you pull away, moving to straddle Bradleys face.

“I have died and gone to heaven..” he mumbles as he stares up at your glistening pussy before he’s pulling you down on his tongue. He groans into you as Jake takes the other man’s cock into his mouth.

Bradley doesn’t last long at all; between the taste of you on his tongue and the warmth of Jake’s mouth on his cock, he works to quickly make you cum again before he’s spilling into Jake’s hand.

You get released from Bradley and move to sit next to him, his head finding a home on your still quivering thigh. You reach out and take Jake’s hand, licking Bradleys cum from between his fingers and moaning at the taste.

Once you’ve cleaned Jake’s hand the best you could, he stands and pulls his boxer’s back up, a wet spot very visible against the gray fabric. He heads into the kitchen and grabs another rag, running the water so it’s warm before he’s tossing it at Bradley’s chest.

Bradley cleans up his face, your thighs, and then the cum that’s drying on his abdomen before setting it aside.

“I think it’s safe to say that, as a threesome, we work out pretty well.” you pant out and run your fingers through Bradley’s hair and he nods. Jake chuckles at this spot on the couch.

“As long as Bradley knows that he’s the extra in this relationship, not me.” Jake says, being gentle but firm as he reiterates that you’re his girlfriend first, not Bradley’s.

Bradley nods, “yeah, no I got it… As long as I’m allowed to take her out on two dates a month.”

“I think I can make that work.” Jake says, passing a bottle of water to Bradley who moves to sit on his knees, pulling up his boxers first before taking the bottle.

“Do I get a say in this?” you tease.

“Nope, sorry honey.”

“Yeah pretty, sorry. Besides, you got me out of this, didn’t you?”

[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

[sunblchdfly]

I have so much to say

Kind of a continuation of this piece here since I promised a bloody kiss

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[commission info]

[withahappyrefrain]

I ALMOST MISSED THIS?!

“You’re a sweetheart” “Believe me, I’m really not” + Jake Seresin pls? 🥰

FE YES THIS IS SO HIM also would you like a little Jake and Venus AU? We got some language and sub!Jake here aka my favorite

Jake Seresin had a routine.

Step one, find who he wanted to talk to have for the night. Not someone who was clinging to the corner (they were for Bob), but also not the life of the party. He didn't like to share.

Step two, make eye contact. Sometimes Jake would be able to make it happen with the power of his lustful stare. Sometimes it meant playing pool at a different table or going up to the bar.

Tonight it meant going up to the bar, to order his drink loudly, ramping up his accent and 'yes m'am's to Penny. He didn't mind, he loved the spotlight.

Once eye contact was made, he could move on to step three. Bring her a drink.

He noticed she had ordered a gin and tonic at the bar. Jake practically strutted to her table, feeling confident that he would be walking out of here with the woman of the night in less than an hour.

"Howdy darlin'. I've always been told a lady should never have an empty glass. May I?" Jake pointed to her first drink, which was nearly empty.

She pursed her red painted lips together, looking Jake up and down, as if deciding whether he should be allowed to stay. At least, that's how Jake felt under her strong gaze. He tried not to falter, fighting the urge to close his free hand into a fist.

Finally, she spoke. Her voice was seductive, dripping with honey like a trap to lure Jake in.

"Aren't you a sweetheart?" Her coy smile gave Jake the confidence to sit down at her table. Though, he couldn't help but chuckle at her words.

"Believe me doll, I'm really not," it was said with a wink as he handed her the drink.

"Oh, I think you are," she winked back, causing Jake's heart to skip a beat, "However, I'm not a doll."

"Then what shall I call you? I was also thinking Goddess," Jake smirked.

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Sorry to break it to ya, but you aren't the first to call me that. My name actually means Venus."

Venus. How fitting, with her full lips and big eyes and hair full of curls. Jake couldn't think of a better name. If she was Venus, he would be her Mars, her fiery, passionate lover.

Just for tonight.

"I'm Jake," he stuck his hand out. He was a gentleman, after all.

She hesitated, just long enough to see his large hand begin to tremble before taking it.

Her skin was soft, though her grip was firm. She never broke eye contact, holding her own. This woman, this goddess, was different, confident. Jake couldn't help but wonder why she wasn't out on the dance floor or talking to other pilots.

"So Venus, what brings you here? Other than faith," He asked with a charming smile.

"Work was hell and my coworkers kept saying I should go here to blow off some steam," she shrugged, "I'm just looking for a sweet man."

Jake leaned back in his chair. Her words didn't match her mischievous tone. And there was that word again, sweet.

Sweet was not what anyone had ever used to describe him. Hot, charming, driven, successful. But never sweet.

"Well Venus," he shrugged as he looked up at her, "I don't know if I can offer you that. But what I can offer is a night you'll never forget."

"Shouldn't sell yourself short, Lieutenant," she giggled before taking another sip of her cocktail, "But why don't we just see where the night takes us?"

Jake expected the night to end one of two ways; either on top of her or going home with someone else.

What he didn't expect was to be underneath her in his car, her manicured fingers stroking his cock as he whined into her neck.

"That's it," She encouraged, "You deserve it. Been so fucking sweet to me."

Jake groaned, not caring if the whole bar heard him. He continued mouthing at her breasts, not caring about the tank top she had on.

"Made me cum with your fingers, let me get off on your thigh," She admired the stain he now had on his khaki pants, "What will your teammates think Lieutenant?"

"Don't....Fuckin' care," Jake gritted between his teeth, hips jerking up towards her.

"I knew you were a sweetheart. Makes up for your ugly as sin car," Venus chuckled.

Jake didn't care about her comment on his car. Truth be told, he didn't care too much about whether he came or not.

Truth was, he was too busy thinking of what engagement ring to get his Venus.

[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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[oh-great-authoress]

Hangman: But some of us have ILS!

Hangman: *runs off to be an agent of chaos*

Maverick: It's good. Hondo keeps us grounded. Hondo: Like fog at an airport.

[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.

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“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.

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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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