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Okay, let's try this again.

Do you love STONY?

Do you love the chaotic amazing friendship that is STEVE & BUCKY?

Do you goble up SOULMATE AUs like they are your favourite food (in my case, dark chocolate mousse cake with raspberries, but I digress)?

(Live shot of me, digging into Soulmate fics)

Do you love the words that come out of @betheflame 's genius brain and want to wrap yourself up in those stories like they are the perfect cozy blanket on a cool day? (Or, you know, just want to read them like a normal person, that counts too.)

(Flame fics, if you are not familiar, mean guaranteed happily ever after, banter you will wish you'd thought of yourself, and human connections and dumbassery from our muppets of the finest degree. And yes, totes a live shot of Flame there.)

If you answered YES to even one of these, I have deal for you!

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Oh, and it is set in the universe of the musical Wicked, but you do not need to know a thing about and it will be a million times better, I promise! (But if you do know it, Come on! Bucky as Glinda!? Right!?!?!)

TAKE ALL MY MONEY!!

Message me here or on Discord for more details!! I promise, you will not regret this one!

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pov: the one time that Bambi tried to have a cosy, rainy day by herself and it got completely crashed by the himbo who likes to sleep at her place, but it’s okay <3

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Strictly Scandalous…

You first meet Hangman when he accidentally spills his drink on you at the Hard Deck turning your pretty white dress see through. Conscious of eyes on your chest he offers up his shirt to you and begins trying to learn more about you. Reader, turned on by his protective nature and sexy physical appearance, takes him outside with the intent of showing him how much she appreciated his kind gesture and charming personality only to end up receiving the best sex of her life…and possibly a date.

Listen this concept gave me literal life. I did however make a slight change and instead of sex, we went with the reader give Hangman head because that’s what my brain went to. ✌️

Warnings: This is strictly scandalous, smut ahead.

“I really am so unbelievably sorry—“ Jakes leaning over the booth to get closer to you on his elbows, his T-shirt slung over your now very see-through dress. “I just didn’t for the life of me see you standing there.” 

“It’s alright, really.” You mule as you take a sip of the Canadian Club Jake had brought you as a sorry for spilling not one, not two, but three draft beers all over your pretty little ensemble. “Besides, the view ain’t that bad from where I’m sitting, so I guess you can say we’re even Stevens.” 

Jake had ripped his own shirt off without a second thought, covering your exposed chest to the prying eyes of bar patrons who watched the dirty blonde, usually stable aviator stumble into you haphazardly as he momentarily lost his footing on the way over to the pool table. 

It left him exposed from the waist up, which he’d normally be okay with. But Penny had a strict no nips policy and Jake hated the fact Bradley Bradshaw's Hawaiian throw over had now become his saving grace. He’d never live it down, the shirt or the fact he’d dragged you down in the depths of embarrassment with him. Jake Seresin was on a roll tonight, clearly. 

“If it’s Hawaiian shirts you’re into you should be talking to Rooster—“ Jake mumbles under his breath as he watches you from across the booth twirl the little plastic straw around the vessel holding your drink of choice. 

“It's not the shirt.” You simply shake your head. “And I don't do mustaches.” 

“What is it that you do then?” Jake feels himself gaining some confidence back, he’s sending you one of his signature smirks and he knows just by the way you finish your drink and lean into the booth a little more to close the gap as much as you can that lingers between the two of you. 

“Dirty blondes who spill beer on unassuming contacts.”

It's that comment that led you to know, with the copious amounts of alcohol flooding your systems and inability to think all that rationally, not that you didn't want to be grown on your knees in the carpark of the Hard deck. Not that you didn't want Jake's hands wrapped in your hair, helping to guide you up and down his length. 

It's just that an all important question had been missed in the meet and greet part of your x-raked rendezvous. Why was Jake at a naval bar in the first place? And he certainly hadn't asked you that question either. But, it was far too late to ask now, consequences be damned you thought. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck–” Like a mantra, Jakes looking up into the heavens above as he bucks his hisp against your face, his cock disapearing and re-appearing moments after having being shoved down your warm tight throat. “Yess–ah fuck!” You've got his shirt on the ground, stopping the rocks from digging into your knees too deep as you work to work him over. 

It's damn near organsmic to hear Jake, the man who'd spilt three drinks on you earlier, moan the way he was. Needy, lustful, one hand twisted in your hair while the other cups your cheek. Guiding you as you take every inch he's willing to give you. You hadnt gone into this thinking youd end up sucking Jake off, but fuck it had been one of your better ideas of the night so far. 

“Fuugghh–!” Jakes flushed a red hume, it had started to creep its way up his neck from below the hawaiian button up, flushing his cheeks a pretty pink as his breathing laboured and got a little heavier with every passing second he relished in. “Feels so fucking good.” 

If Jake had known that all it would take to get such a pretty girl like you down on your knees before him, sucking him senseless in the car park of the Hard Deck, was to spill a few amber beverages across your chest he would have tapped the whole damn keg months ago. 

“Mmmhmm–” You simply aren't shy, moaning around Jake's cock as you look up through watery eyelashes to see him looking down at you with an open slack jaw. He has his back pressed against the side of his black F-150 and his jeans pulled down just past his hips, down enough that you could reach in and free him from the confines of his boxer briefs when you had pushed him up against the truck initially to make out. 

It had been a feverish, intense hook-up. So feverish and needy that when your hand grazed against Jake's clothed cock he was already hard and standing to attention, hoping that the situation unfolding would lead to something more.  

“Ah fuck, darlin, if you don’t sucking me off like that I’m gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours.” Jakes close, he can feel his orgasm pooling at the base of his shaft. He can feel the all to familiar sensation of his balls tightening, his heart rate spiking, the need to just fuck deep into your throat overwhelming him as he let out groans and frustrated sighs, because he keeps forgetting how to fuckign breathe.

Popping your lips, you pull back and take Jake's sloppy length in your hand, pumping him as you chuckle and smile up at him. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” Jakes taking that as the go ahead to rail your throat. Waiting till your lips are once again wrapped around his tip before he's taking over the pace, groaning as your nose hits his manscaped pubic hair. Holding you down as he twitches and leans over you. 

“OOhhhhhh fucking christ–” Tapping at his thigh, Jakes pulls your head back just to watch the tears fall freely down your cheeks as you gasp for air, only to do the same thing over and over again because it feels far too good to stop now when hes so close to cumming down your windpipe. “Baby, ahh Fuck I’m there, I’m there ohhhhh ffuugghhh–” 

It's an overwhelming sensation, to have Jake buried at the hilt down your throat as he's withering away above you. His vision blurred for a minute as he felt himself releasing into your warm, tight throat. The mixture of saliva and opake cum dripping down your tongue before you swallow. Neat and tidy. “Ahhhh oh my god–” 

Despite his inhibitions, Jake Seresin is a southern gentleman at heart. So when he comes down from the high you gave him, he's unlocking his truck, pulling you into it and down onto his lap. Kissing you just to taste himself on your tongue as he cups your cheeks, hot to the touch. 

There's no secret just by looks alone that you are by far much younger than Jake. He knows it's not a question you ask a lady either, so he goes about it rather strategically while he's sucking against the pulse point of your neck as you grind yourself down into his lap. 

“What do you do, pretty girl?” Jake's mumbling. “You know, when you aren't riding thighs in the backs of Ford trucks in car parks of bars?” And it's your answer that has Jake's voice hitching in the back of his throat. He's just gotten a new gig, as had most of the daggers–they were instructors, TopGun instructors. The newest class were starting Monday….. 

“Im a naval aviator–” You moaned, pulling back just so you could rip your dress up over your head, exposing yourself to the drunk in trouble man under you. “Start at Miramar on Monday, Lieutenant Y/n Mitchell at your service.”

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Strictly Scandalous Jake ‘Hangman Seresin

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Strictly Scandalous Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

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I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

jake seresin and bradley bradshaw interview with rich eisen -> nfl universe by @floydsin

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it’s almost that time of year again 🥺🥺

Daisies for your timeline ❤️🐝🪴🌼

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same tho

i am a bi harry truther idc

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More TGM Text posts bc I can’t be stopped

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I feel like Bradley Bradshaw is super easy going and charismatic with people he’s sexually attracted to. Someone cute he sees at the bar and wants to take home? Piece of cake. But when you add romantic attraction to the mix he’s suddenly like a new born giraffe trying to walk for the first time.

Which is why he loses all of his skill and becomes an absolute catastrophe when it comes to Jake Seresin.

(And why Jake thinks Bradley’s not into him because he’s usually so smooth wtf?)

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I need someone to write this RN 🥺🥺🥺

Sometimes I daydream about Maverick waking up early one morning and, upon stumbling bleary-eyed into the kitchen in just his sweatpants, realizes that Ice forgot his tea on the counter. So he picks it up, wanders into Ice's office, hands his husband the cup with a cute lil' smooch to the top of his head, then wanders back out.

Meanwhile, the President and the Joint Chiefs on the Zoom meeting get the rare pleasure of watching the stoic COMPACFLT go BEET RED at what his superiors just watched unfold.

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got a fluffy floofy icemav headcanon that's got me squee-ing and kicking my feet with glee: when Maverick doesn't call Ice by his callsign / a version of his callsign, instead of referring to him by his first name he calls him Tomcat 💖💖💖✈️

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Dagger squad pt2

Pt 1

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felt the need to share; top gun twitter memes

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“Lets talk about the epidemic that is this here crack pipe”

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Parallel of Glen Powell as Lt Tom Hudner with his bare arms, biceps & dog tag in a white sleeveless tee vs him as Jake Hangman Seresin doing push ups with his bare arms, biceps & dog tag in his black sleeveless tee. ;)

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nobody bitch about the tumblr checkmark this is the funniest shit staff has pulled in months and its absolutely contributing to the landlord-firing-gunshots-at-passing-cars vibe of the past week