#princessofglitterland

[sebsxphia]

Also, can we talk about how Hangman’s love language would really be all the love languages?? Because I honestly can’t see him favoring just one…..

Gift giving? You can’t tell me that man doesn’t shower his girl with Stuff. And if you get him something? He’s like a little kid on Christmas morning, even if it’s just a pack of his favorite gum that you picked up at the store….

Words of affirmation? He runs his mouth constantly. He would always be telling you how pretty you are, how sweet you are, how much he loves you- and specific things, like your eyes, your intelligence, your smile. And we all know what a high opinion he has of himself. If you complimented him on something genuinely (not just stroking his ego), or like thanked him for how good he treats you? My dude is melting.

He would have the laundry washing and be at the stove cooking dinner if he beats you home. He would love nothing more than snuggling on the couch and watching tv after a long day for both of you at work. And don’t even get me started on how handsy he is, because we all know, right? We just know.

Idk I just feel like he wouldn’t settle for one, he would use all of them… my baby is so starved for affection, he couldn’t settle on showing it just one way, he needs all the love. I feel it in my soul. What do you think, bestie?

no literally i agree with this so badly bestie!!!! i can’t see him favoring just one either!!!!

because this, “my baby is so starved for affection, he couldn’t settle on showing it just one way, he needs all the love.” had me dead!! i’m crying!!! you’ve got it so spot on and all his love languages down to a t!!!

i feel like when jake loves, he loves and falls head over heels for them, giving them everything in his arsenal that he can to make them feel the love he feels, and also… so they don’t leave. which is gut wrenching to think about, but i think you’re so right. he needs that approval, he needs all the love.

i’m crying at this bestie!! you put this beautifully. i’m in absolute awe!!! thank you so much for sending this!! mwah!! 💌🥹🫶🏼💖

#💌you’ve got mail #princessofglitterland #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman x you #hangman x you

[luminousnotmatter]

caught up in you ✨☀️ 🩵

“i’m so caught up in you little girl

that I never did suspect a thing

so caught up in you little girl

that I never wanna get myself free…”

a moodboard for j.h.s. & her OC for my unicorn @princessofglitterland because her birthday was yesterday (🥳🤩💟‼️) and because she’s amazing and because I love her very dearly. ☺️💞🧁

#Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Moodboard #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC #princessofglitterland #Sometimes I Art #HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY (week/month/we’re still celebrating even though it was yesterday bc I make the rules) #MY UNICORN MY MADDICAKES MY SWEET DARLING!!! #I cherish getting to know you and getting to know all about Jakey & Your Lady #is-as you know because I’ve said it a million billion times 🤭😍- #a joy and a pleasure and a privilege!!!!!! #I know how deeply you care for them #with good reason #how many hours you’ve poured into them #so sdljfnsdlf I HOPE THIS MAKES YOU HAPPY EVEN JUST A LIL’ BIT! #💟💗💞💗💟💗💞💗💟 #Top Gun Maverick #TGM Fanart

[softspiderling]

A guess for today, you say? *cracks knuckles*

*whispers conspiratorially* Commercial pilot.

@princessofglitterland

NO OJVFIASNDOINHUJBSIBS that would be so funny sksksk

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking."

Jake furrowed his brows as the captain's voice sounded through the intercom, oddly sounding familiar. Next to him, Javy was getting comfortable in his seat, not a bother in the world.

"Welcome to your flight from San Diego to Austin, Texas. We will depart shortly, but in the meantime, a little birdy told me that we have very special guests on board today..."

A rustle in the intercom made Jake wince.

"Naval aviators, Lieutenant Javy Machado and Lieutenant Jake Seresin- son of a bitch."

A murmur went through the plane as the captain cursed and Jake could hear a faint crash before you stumbled out of the captains cabin, staring at him, flustered.

"You have got to be kidding me."

#SORRY BAHAHAH #god that would be so funny #but I think someone already wrote that trope with bradley #but still #hahahah #wingman’s best friend #you’ve got mail 💌 #princessofglitterland #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader

[ryebecca]

for @princessofglitterland​!

want a moodboard?

#princessofglitterland #moodboard request game

[oncasette]

I’ve been so excited about sex tape with jake and it was so good!!!! 🫠

thank you honey!!! i’m glad you enjoyed!! <3

#ask box #princessofglitterland

[sweetlittlegingy]

Me just seeing half your face:

My bestie is beautiful and I am- 🥹💍

Oh my gosh!!! You’re the sweetest 🤍🤍

#should I do an actual reveal!? #gingy loves princessofglitterland #the life of gingy

[lieutenantfloyd]

The Little things with Husband! Hangman ♡

Husband! Hangman who tries (and fails) to impress you in increasingly comical ways—like trying to bring three weeks' worth of groceries inside in one trip

Husband! Hangman who is so in love with you that it's almost annoying

Husband! Hangman who rubs your relationship in the face of each and every single person he comes across

Husband! Hangman who cried through your entire wedding ceremony (and most of the reception)

Husband! Hangman who gets his wedding ring tattooed so there's never any doubt

Husband! Hangman who takes you home to Texas

Husband! Hangman who quite literally falls to his knees when you wear one of his UT shirts

Husband! Hangman who pulls you into his lap anytime you walk within arm's distance

Husband! Hangman who tries to convince you to let him buy a motorcycle just so you can be his backpack

Husband! Hangman who's determined to be the father he never had

Husband! Hangman who now sees that there more to life than just his career

Husband! Hangman who gets a small tattoo on his ring finger for when he can't wear his actual ring

Husband! Hangman who takes you—and eventually your children—out on weekly ice cream dates

Husband! Hangman who has a habit of pulling you down on the couch for a nap whenever he's feeling clingy

Husband! Hangman who heavily considered retiring when you were expecting your first child together, only for you to convince him that he can live out both his personal and professional dreams

Husband! Hangman who only ever told you one lie. that in a box of chocolate, his favorites are the ones you hate

Husband! Hangman who's determined to never let the sparks of your relationship fizzle out

Taglist: @rosiahills22 @princessofglitterland @bella-law @callsignaries @blue-aconite @katesmadness @oliviah-25 @another-tblr-fangirl @luckyladycreator2 @eliseline @xoxabs88xox @nyx2021 @fanboyluvr @lisedanie @alexxavicry @madamemelancholysstuff @dozcan123 @withakindheartx @teti-menchon0604 @sass-masterkittenmama @kmc1989

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Love Dive | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Character: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 571

Summary: Lieutenant Jake Seresin met his old classmates and asked her crazy question out of the blue.

Warning: Nothing, just fluff.

Other Jake Seresin story: Cold But Sweet, No Boyfriend But Not Single

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

Lieutenant Jake 'Hangman' Seresin is attending an anniversary party for the reunion of the Air Force Academy. He must be crazy for saying yes to coming and giving a few speeches at the podium. 

Jake blamed himself and made a mental note not to receive calls when he still had jet lag. Two days ago, his former instructor called him, and sleepy Jake said yes. 

And here he is. After giving a speech, Jake sits alone at the bar while watching his colleague and senior dancing with their partner. Can he be like them? 

Then he looked at the person beside him—his long-time friend when both of them were still students. 

Colonel Y/N L/N. 

It's been difficult to meet her because she chose to be stationed overseas. Both of them only meet once a year. Jake just found out she's a frequent guest at the party since all her family are Air Force alumni. 

Even though they only meet once a year, every time he sees Y/N again, they will talk non-stop. It seems like they always meet every day. 

Then an idea came up. 

He turns to Y/N, who is enjoying her drink. She doesn't seem bothered being single in the room like him. 

"Y/N."

She hummed. 

"Do you want to try to go out with me?"

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows; she had known Jake for a long time. Since the academy, he always asks her funny or ridiculous questions. 

Even though he's annoying to some people, Jake's presence at the academy makes her life more fun because she came here because of her family, who are Air Force alumni. 

Whenever she hung out with him, she slowly learned to love flying. 

Now, back to his crazy question, Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "Let's give it a try."

If things didn't work out and this ruined their friendships, she could move overseas again and pretend it never happened. 

Smirked on Jake's face, he nodded. He knew he could always count on you. His right hand wrapped your shoulder and brought you closer to him. "You won't regret this Y/N."

<30 years later>

"Happy 30th wedding anniversary grandpa and grandma!!!"

The children and grandchildren are singing together in front of Y/N and Jake. 

Time has gone by since Jake asked her. There's a trial and error at the beginning of the relationship, but both quickly resolve the issues. 

And now, Y/N and Jake are slowly dancing together at the small party your children held for their lovely parents. 

Jake wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist while looking at her; even though hair had turned gray and wrinkles on both of them, in his eyes, Y/N and are still young. 

Y/N senses that he is looking at you. "What?"

Jake smiled and said, "You didn't regret I asked you out, right?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her expression was Happy. She rested her head on his chest. 

Jake brushed her hair gently. Then he asked her, "Do you want to know what wishes I made when I blew the candle from the anniversary cake?"

"What is your wish, my love?"

Y/N lifted her head and looked lovingly at her husband, her right gently caressing his face. "If there's another life, I wish we could be together again."

Jake chuckled, "That means we will always have a happy ending."

Taglist:

@senawashere, @djs8891, @kmc1989, @rosiahills22, @atarmychick007, @eternalsams, @itswhatever06, @novagreen04, @buckysteveloki-me, @dempy, @s0eul, @lets-turn-and-burn, @lovinghimisneverenough, @bagoffeelings, @darkofimagination, @cherrybubblebullet, @hangmandruigandmav, @mayhemmanaged, @lynnestra44, @senthiasworld, @princessofglitterland, @hotch-meeeeeuppppp, @the-romanian-is-bae, @acarboni21

Hello to everyone who I put into the tag list. I put anyone who reblogged and liked the previous post. If you want to be removed, you could inform me.

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[theharddeck]

as if it doesn't turn you on, just to say it

basically I saw @hangmanapologist 's post (💙) and immediately opened a Google doc. the s t u n n i n g Rhett/Lewis edit is from Robyn as well!!

pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

summary: you convince Bob to dress up as your favorite show for a Halloween…and he looks way better than you could’ve prepared for

warnings: 18+ minors please DNI!! smut, swearing, explicit unprotected piv sex, explicit oral (m!receiving) sex, and mild sacrilege.

unofficial tag list (lmk if you want to be added or removed, i just tagged people who are equally feral for bob or who were nice to me once about my work): @wildbornsiren @peakyrogers @javihoney @fuckyeahhangman @thedroneranger @princessofglitterland @gigisimsonmars @thedroneranger @laracrofted @bioodforbiood @winterrebel04 @javihoney @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @roosterforme @bradshawsbitch

Bob’s voice was muted as he spoke through the bathroom door. You stood in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, rubbing absently at your red lipstick, a matte liquid product that stuck to your lips with apparently industrial strength. You hoped the same could be said of the boob tape you were placing entirely too much trust in, for something that was $16, and from Target. You tilted your head at your reflection, pleased with the overall effect.

Rationally, you knew it was just a black jumpsuit—a halter neckline, a wide pant leg, a strategic opening over the breastbone—but with the red lipstick and fake cigarette, it felt like a suit of armor. 

Rationally, you knew it was just a black jumpsuit—a halter neckline, a wide pant leg, a strategic opening over the breastbone—but with the red lipstick and fake cigarette, it felt like a suit of armor. 

It was as if Phoebe Waller Bridge herself was your fairy godmother, and had appeared in a thought bubble in your subconscious to tell you that you looked smashing, or something equally British and charming.

And, since your boyfriend had been convinced to don a matching costume, you were ready to see his look for the night. 

“What do you mean?” you called, fussing with the approximation of Fleabag’s haircut you’d achieved with an array of pins.

“It just looks like a priest’s robe,” Bob’s voice came through the door again, confusion and indecision in his tone. “I’m really not sure what the effect is supposed to be.”

You smiled to yourself. “Why don’t you let me tell you how effective it is?” you asked. 

You heard the bathroom door creak open, and Bob’s head stuck out of it. His costume was hidden by the door, but his eyes met yours in the mirror, before running down over the jumpsuit. 

“You look amazing,” he said softly, and you smiled as you turned to face him. His compliments always settled over you like sunshine, warming you from your skin inwards, his sweet conviction brokering no room for argument.

“Thank you,” you smoothed your hands over the front of your slacks. “Can I see yours?”

Bob’s nose wrinkled slightly, and he turned his head sideways, leaning against the door, using it like a shield. 

“I just look like a priest,” he complained meekly, “while you look so hot.”

“A million fanfics would suggest that those are not mutually exclusive,” you cajoled. “Come on, let me see it.”

Bob sighed, opening the door, and while you wished your reaction was for the sake of dramatics, it was entirely lacking in pretense. 

He looked so good. 

You’d known Hot Priest would be a great costume for your boyfriend, since the Andrew Scott trifecta of broad shoulders, big hands, and a soft smile was practically custom-made for Bob. But you hadn’t been prepared for just how well it would suit him. 

The high white collar was stretched across his throat, emphasizing the width of his neck, and leading down to his shoulders. The black robe was unassuming enough, but it wasn’t enough to hide the definition of Bob’s shoulders and chest. If anything, it highlighted them by contrast. You’d always been attracted to the dichotomies within Bob—his strength and his softness, his gentleness and his discipline—and the vestment was putting them on blast.

He looked like a good man who fucked, and you must've had quaker ancestors, because it was really, really working for you.

The only other exposed skin was his hands, which was a whole other blessing. 

He had great hands. 

His long fingers were fidgeting under your perusal, and you dragged your eyes back up his body as Bob waited for your verdict. His hair was a little longer than normal, and you noticed the ends of it curling up around that damn collar, and you were practically itching to run your fingers through it. 

“Alright,” Bob grumbled, somehow uncertain as to how to interpret your reaction, “let’s have it.”

“Babe,” you shook your head. “I literally cannot even tell you how good you look.”

Bob’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses, looking down at himself. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you assured him. “Like… like the female gaze personified; it’s actually ridiculous.”

He pushed his glasses up on his nose, shifting between his feet and pulling at the collar. 

Just that simple motion, a long finger tucked under that white fabric, and you wanted to call Penny and tell her you were sorry, but you and Bob actually couldn’t come to the Hard Deck’s Halloween party tonight. 

Instead, you crossed the room, determined to be PG, and wound your hands around his neck, smiling up at him. “Thank you for agreeing to this,” you said. 

Bob’s hands came around your waist easily, his shoulders relaxing as he felt the press of your body against his. 

“Of course,” he said automatically, and you knew he meant it. He was simple like that—if it would make you happy, he’d do it. You squeezed your arms a little tighter around him, and Bob immediately adjusted his grip, always willing to match you.

You shook your head, looking up at him fondly. “You’re too good to me,” you told him, honestly. 

“You make it easy,” Bob said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.  Bob’s hand ran up and down your spine slowly, a soft touch allowed by the open back of the jumpsuit. You snuggled into him, grateful and enamored and a hundred other things much wholesome than your reaction to his costume. You stayed that way for a long moment, wrapped in each others’ arms and your own thoughts, quietly charging before you’d face the adventure of Halloween with the rest of the dagger squad.

+++++

“We are good friends,” you announced, as Bob locked the door to the apartment, some four hours later. 

“Absolutely top drawer,” Bob agreed. 

The two of you had braved a costume contest (Jake and Javy won), obligatory thematic drinks (neither you nor Bob loved the taste of gin, but you couldn’t do Fleabag and not sip G&Ts), and Rooster playing his entire repertoire of spooky Halloween songs on The Hard Deck’s piano (twice). 

It had been fun, it had. 

It had also been exhausting. 

You kicked off your heels without finesse, and Bob sighed tiredly as he leaned over to undo the laces of his dress shoes. You smiled at the image of him, his large body bent over in the small hallway to arrange the shoe rack; he lifted a hand in your direction without looking up, and you slid your heels over to him with your toe. 

He looked up at you, smiling briefly, and his thumb brushed over your ankle in acknowledgment as he arranged your shoes next to his. 

You held out a hand to pull him up and he took it, straightening and stretching his back as he rose. His arm draped loosely over your shoulder as you walked down the hall, his fingers still playing with the hand you’d offered him. 

“The costumes were a hit,” he mused. “I couldn’t believe how many people had seen that show.”

You nodded, knowing he could feel the motion from your head on his shoulder. “It won like forty Emmys, with good reason.”

“Alright, you have great taste,” Bob teased softly. “No need to rub it in.”

You laughed as the two of you tried to fit through the bedroom door at once, not quite small enough to make it through without some maneuvering. Once through, you rose up on your toes to press a kiss to Bob’s cheek. 

“Thanks again,” you whispered. “For doing the costume thing.”

When you settled back on your heels, Bob followed you, his head ducking to capture your lips again. 

It was one of your favorite things about Bob, that he kissed you just to kiss you, to say any number of things he meant, with simple affection. He broke the kiss softly, his forehead still against yours, and one of his hands tucked some of your hair behind your ear. 

“You don’t have to thank me for doing something that makes you happy,” he said quietly, and your heart just melted. He was so special, so sweet without even trying. 

“Love you,” you said simply, and Bob hummed, before kissing you again. 

“Love you, too,” he said. 

You stood there for a moment, smiling sappily at each other, before Bob laughed to himself. “Although, maybe next year, we go for a costume that I can wear more than once?”

“I mean,” you shrugged, looking at his costume appreciatively, “let the record show that I am all for you bringing this look out, unprompted, whenever you want.”

Bob chuckled. “I’ll bear that in mind. Come on, let’s get changed.” 

He leaned in to kiss you again quickly, but your fingers tightened on the front of his robe when he pulled back, an idea streaking across your mind. 

“Or…” you trailed off, not sure if you wanted to open the door, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you considered. Bob’s hand eased its way up the side of your neck, his thumb tracing across your lip until you released it. 

“Or?” he prompted, quietly. 

“Or you could keep it on,” you said in a rush.

Bob’s hand on your jaw stilled, and he pulled back slightly to look at your face. Whatever he saw had his eyes widening, his breath catching, and then his mouth curved into a small smile. 

“Thought you were tired, honey,” he teased, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“I am,” you admitted, pausing. “But I know a good way to get me to sleep.”

Bob laughed against your skin, a fond sound, before bending down. His lips trailed warm kisses across your collarbone as his hands slipped behind you to undo the jumpsuit. You knew what he was doing, giving you time to decide if you wanted to get ready for bed or for sleep, since either would need you out of the jumpsuit, but your body responded to his touch without rationale. He hummed when you leaned into his touch and he pulled back to look at you.

“Incorrigible,” he said, and you smiled, unbothered. 

“Is that a no?” you asked.

Bob’s fingers were still fiddling with the fastenings of the jumpsuit and you knew you could help him, but you liked how close he was, how his hands felt, how everything had felt since he opened the bathroom door hours ago, looking like this. 

“It’s not a no,” he whispered. He got the final clasp and the garment fluttered down your body, pooling around your ankles. 

Bob’s hands immediately smoothed over you, his touch warming your bared skin, and you shivered at the contrast. His long fingers ran up your sides, his broad palms settling over your breasts; you leaned into his touch as he lifted them, your eyes falling shut as you breathed his name.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Bob asked softly. “I know we watched the show together, but how much are you wanting this to draw from it—is this roleplay, just the idea, what–”

“Anything,” you whispered, your voice breathier than you expected. Bob’s hands tightened on you, at your eagerness, and when you looked up at him, you saw the desire in his expression. 

“Okay,” Bob said, his voice soft, as he pressed another kiss to your lips, reassuring. “You just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, appreciating him checking in, but knowing you didn’t need it. You’d always been able to be honest with Bob, about what you needed or wanted, and you knew this wouldn’t be any different.

He lifted his chin, his eyes running down to your mouth as he licked his lips, before saying in a low voice, “Kneel.”

You whimpered.

Actually whimpered, a sound that ripped out of you at the perfect contrast of your doting boyfriend with the steely command from the show, one that brokered no discussion. Bob’s eyes darkened at the sound, but he raised an eyebrow, and you complied, sinking to the floor of your bedroom. You saw his jaw clench at the immediacy of your response, but that was the only indicator that he was affected, every other component of his expression radiating control. 

“Good girl,” he said, and your lashes fluttered at his low tone. Bob’s nails brushed across your forehead as his fingers ghosted over the top of your head, settling at the back of your scalp. 

“Or maybe not,” he said, in that same, low tone, a hint of unfamiliar condescension creeping in, “you got on your knees awful quick there, honey.”  

Your head tilted back at his touch, one of your hands coming up to balance yourself by resting on the front of his thigh. Through the black cloth you could feel his strong thighs, tensing under the brush of your fingers, and when you looked back up at him, he was watching you through half-closed eyes. 

“So pretty,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Take it out.”

You reached for him eagerly, finding the buttons in the robe and undoing them to find the loose slacks underneath. Your hands were nearly trembling with excitement as you felt the hot length of him through his trousers, and Bob drew in a sharp breath when your fingers brushed over his erection. Bulge was such an unglamorous word, but it was only accurate as you ran your hand over the length of him. You couldn’t help but lean forward to press a kiss against the straining material of the trousers. 

Bob groaned quietly, a faint sound that streaked ribbons of heat through you, and you returned to your initial prerogative. When you finally pulled him free of the vestment, you sat back on your thighs, admiring his thick length in your hand. Long and broad, veins tracing up the side of it, a drop of moisture pearled at the tip, and you were practically salivating as you leaned towards him again.

Your hand angled at the base of his cock and you licked your lips as you leaned towards him, but Bob’s hand on your hair tightened, pulling you back. He held you in place and you looked up at him to see him shaking his head. 

“Ask me nice,” he said, his hand tightening in your hair. His jaw was slack but his eyes were sharp as he watched you, wanting it as bad as you did, knowing how begging would make you feel. 

“Want to taste you,” you whined, a breath away from him. You wanted the weight of him on your tongue, your lips stretching around him, your name on his moan when you made him feel good. “Please, Bobby.”

He shook his head, readjusting his grip on your hair. 

“Who?” he asked, his voice low.

“Fuck,” you clenched your thighs together, as his words rolled over you. “Father,” you tried, and Bob groaned, a long low sound. 

“That’s right, baby,” he gritted, and his hips snapped forward.

Your mouth had been open, tongue eager, but he pushed past your lips so quickly that you barely registered the salty taste of him on your tongue before his thick cock was pressing at the back of your throat. Tears pricked at your eyelids, but you hollowed your cheeks as Bob pressed into your throat, your hands steadying yourself on his thighs again. 

You moaned around him, feeling your panties growing damp at the weight of him. He was so big, and he was trying to stay still, but his cock twitched in your mouth, little pulses that had your thighs quivering. 

Bob pulled back, all the way out of your mouth, and you gasped in a breath of air when his cock pulled free. With his hand in your hair holding you steady, he traced your lips with his cock. The swollen head rubbed against your lips, your saliva ran between your mouth and his cock, messy.

“Baby, this mouth,” Bob moaned. “You gonna let me fuck it?”

“Please,” you whispered, another pulse of arousal going through you when your polite boyfriend swore, opening your mouth wider as Bob dragged his cock against it again. 

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Bob said, and he pushed back into you again. 

You held your breath as he eased into you, stretching your jaw and pushing back into your throat. When he was seated, you heard him sigh, something breathy and beautiful, and you swallowed obediently. His hips jerked forward as you tightened around him, and his other hand came down to hold the side of your face. 

“Doing so good for me, beautiful girl,” he praised softly, as he pulled back. He held you in place with his hands, his thighs pumping his cock into your open mouth, and your eyes filled with tears as he choked you on his cock.

He was so big, something you often forgot due to the gentleness with which he handled you, but when he got like this, it was unavoidable. His hands nearly spanned the back of your head, his thumbs coming forward to wipe your tears as they spilled out of your eyes, his large cock blocking air through your throat. You moaned as his thrusts got faster, knowing he loved this enough to be rough, to be wild for once, that your body was the vessel he was using for his pleasure. 

When you looked up at him, he was looking down at you, his eyes dark and cheeks bright with color. 

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, and you whined at the obsenity, “you’re taking me so well, honey, making me feel so good, that pretty lipstick stretched around my dick—”

Your head was swimming from the lack of air and his praise, and your hands tightened on his thighs, as his head fell back. He hit the back of your throat one more time, and another, and then he pulled out of you sharply, your body weaving when he let go of your hair. You looked up at him through streaming eyes, and Bob groaned looking down at you. 

He moved fast, his hands hooking under your arms and practically dragging you over to the bed. You still felt hazy when you landed on your back, the comforter soft under your body, and a moment later Bob lowered his body over yours. 

“Bet you’re all ready for me,” he said, his voice hoarse as his hand slotted between your legs. He jerked your underwear aside and you both groaned when one of his long fingers pulled through your folds. Bob’s head fell to your shoulder, and you felt him press a soft kiss there, even as shudder worked over his upper body. 

“What got you this wet, huh, baby?” he asked, his voice muffled by your skin, his other hand reaching up to pull off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “You like being on your knees for me this much? Feeling my cock in that pretty mouth, knowing how well it’ll fill this cunt?”

His fingers pulled through the moisture between your thighs, rubbing through you and teasing your entrance. You gasped when he dragged your arousal up to your clit, pressing tight circles around it as your back arched off the bed. 

“Bobby, please, yes—”

He was gone a moment later, ripping your panties down your legs before he pulled you down to the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off of it as he stood between them. Your hair splayed around you, and you watched as he dragged his cock between your folds, still wet from your mouth. When he notched the head at your entrance, your head fell back, and he began to push it in. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you onto him, and you heard him breathing sharply through his nose, keeping himself under control. 

“Baby,” he gritted, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you onto him. “Feels as good as sin, this hungry pussy. So wet and tight, pulling me in like you need it...”

You moaned at his words, your hands flailing over the sheets, needing something to hold onto as Bob pushed himself home inside of you. You wanted to sob from the fullness of him inside you, how you could feel him through your whole body, practically feel his heartbeat. 

“I do need it, I do,” you babbled, the stretch of him overwhelming and perfect. “Please, Bobby, move, I need you—”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, and you reached for him blindly. You clutched at his chest, his shoulders, your hands curling into the robes and moaning when you remembered what he was wearing. 

Bob laughed darkly, pulling his hips back slowly. His thick cock dragged against your warm walls and you could feel yourself clenching down on him, craving him. 

“The robes are really doing it for you, huh, baby? Thinking of driving all the piety out of a man’s head because he needs this tight pussy more than he needs his god?”

His words were accompanied by a harsh thrust and you cried out as Bob picked up a brutal pace. His hips slapped into yours, his cock stretching you, and his hands tightened on your hips. 

He leaned down to kiss you, his lips clashing against yours as he bent your legs back to reach deeper inside you.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you, baby,” he growled, his teeth dragging across your collarbone, “the thought of being so under a man's skin that he can’t wait a minute more without being buried inside of you? Needing to hear those sweet sounds you make while he’s fucking you, begging him to save you from the ache between your thighs?”

 His cock was dragging into a deep part of you, brushing against a spot that had you seeing stars. Your legs were trembling from the tight angle but you thought you might die if he didn’t keep going, didn’t save you, just like he said. 

You whimpered when his lips closed around your pulse point, biting enough to mark you, and Bob pulled back to look at you. His face was flushed, red and sweating, the most beautiful sight in the world. 

“Love you like this,” you moaned, your legs shaking. “Fuck, Bobby, you feel so good, I need you—”

Bob groaned, his head falling beside yours as he rutted into your harder. His tight collar scaped against your neck and you wound your arms around his neck. As his thrusts pushed your body up the bed, his lips found yours again, dragging against you sloppily.

“No amount of holy wine could wipe the taste of you off my tongue, baby,” he gritted against your lips. “Need the sounds of my baby coming undone around my cock; ‘s better than anything else in the world.”

Your eyes rolled back as you clung to him. You felt like sobbing, you felt like your skin was on fire, like the only thing tethering you to this pane was the unrepentant press of his cock deep inside of you, his strong arms around you, his lips against you. 

“Cum for me, honey,” he moaned, his voice sounding broken. “Make me sinner and saint, baby, let me feel it.”

You screamed, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm shattered over you. Your head lulled back, you felt the fabric of the robes rending between your fingers as you pulled desperately at Bob. Pleasure rolled over you, white hot and almost painful, all-encompassing and as close to holy as anything you knew. 

Bob groaned as you tightened around him, your cunt pulsing as your orgasm wrecked you, pulling him with you.   

“So good for me, baby,” he groaned, his hips pistoning faster, and you whined weakly, your body sensitive but needing this closeness, and his climax. 

“Want to feel you, Bobby,” you whispered. “Please, baby, want your cum…”

His thighs were trembling and his chest was heaving against yours as he got closer. He ground his hips into yours, his fingers tight enough on your hips to bruise, his breath puffing into your shoulder. 

“Asking me so sweetly, honey,” he gritted into your neck, “of course, anything for you, anything, baby, fuck—”

He came with a choked groan, his body tensing as he held himself over you, his hips bucking as he finished. You whimpered at the full feeling, his cock weakly fucking his cum into you, your combined climax leaking out of your core. The room was hot and Bob’s harsh breathing seemed to echo around it; you thought dazedly that that was your favorite sound in the world, the reminder that we was here, breathless, after being with you. He made to roll off of you, but you clung to him, wrapping your shaking legs around him and pulling him tightly to you. 

The robes scratched against your chest, but we came willingly, turning slightly to wrap his own arms around you, holding you close. 

“Beautiful girl,” he mumbled into your hair. His voice was so deep, so tender, and you drew in a breath, running your hands through his long hair. He nuzzled into you and your arms softened, loving the warmth that came from being with him. 

After a moment, you felt his chest shake. You pulled back to look at him, confused to find him silently laughing, and Bob smiled at you gently, pushing some of your sweat-matted hair away from your face.

“That’ll be fourteen Hail Marys,” he teased, “and at least a dozen Our Fathers, don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes and swatted at his shoulder but your boyfriend chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling you with him. 

“Worth it,” he whispered, his eyes bright and honest as he leaned up to kiss you again, soft and playful, "so damn worth it."

#Robert Bob floyd #Bob floyd smut #Bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #happy Halloween to ME #fleabag #misskielwrites

[thedroneranger]

Mimosas comin' right up! Penny enjoys a morning sail, followed by a boat yard brunch. She's also been known to keep some champagne on hand to enjoy a drink or two in the middle of the ocean blue 🥂

Penny Benjamin | Sail Away | requested by @princessofglitterland

In case bloodys with brunch are more your style, and see what others are drinking!

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#daggers open bar #daggers on draught #top gun maverick #top gun #ranger moodboard #jennifer connelly #penny benjamin #the hard deck #tgm #bloody mary #hair of the dog

[sebsxphia]

Happy Monday bestie 💋 I hope you got some good rest and that today is treating you well !!! ❣️

Can you share your headcanons for giving Jake a massage? It doesn’t even have to be a sexy one, like say he comes home from tough day of training and all his muscles are aching and so you draw him a hot bath to soak in while you rub out all his knots.

That man would LOVE to be pampered, I know he would. And would simp so hard over you taking care of him that way.

(But let’s be honest, it would probably definitely turn sexy bc it’s Jake.)

PS there are messages from me, your obnoxious beloved, whenever you have time to read them. 😘

PPS I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

happy monday bestie!!! thank you so much bless you, and yourself!! 🥹💖💘

i love this thought so much and i completely agree!!! i hope you enjoy the below!! 💌

You’re definitely right, after being thrown around in a small cockpit all day at furious speeds, Jake comes home on more than one occasion with bruises and aching muscles.

Nine times out of ten, he’s happy to take care of them himself. It’s what he’s always done even before he had you, but on particular days like today that were rigorously tough on him, he just needs your gentle touch.

You can tell as soon as he comes through the door. His shoulders are hunched and he forces a weary smile on his face. He’s so happy to see you of course, but he’s had the the wind knocked out of him.

You wring your arms around his neck gently and place a soft kiss to his lips. “Hard day?” He doesn’t reply, just hums against you. “Come on, sweetheart. You need me, I can tell.” His eyes close blissfully shut at your warmth and he follows you upstairs to your bedroom and en-suite.

You sit him down on the bed and help him out of his heavy boots and thick clothes, bearing mind to his aching muscles and minimal movement. You begin running the bath and swirling essential oils throughout the water.

Jake can smell the intoxicating scents and it already puts him at ease, relaxing his shoulders just an inch.

You help him get into the tub and as soon as the warm water encompasses his body, he hums happily. You know that sound, he’s finally at peace.

His tense muscles soak up the heat and you work your hands over his shoulders and back to draw out all of the tight knots. He’s practically groaning, low and guttural. The mixed feeling of the heat and your gentle touch makes him putty in your hands.

He cocks his head upwards to look at you and you lean down to kiss him gently. He’s still got this blissed out look on his face but you notice the way the corner of his lips twitch upwards. A knowing smile forming across his lips. “Come in with me, sweets. Help me relax more. I need you.”

pps

i love you toooooo bestie!! mwah!! 💖💘🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #princessofglitterland #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman x you #hangman x you

[luminousnotmatter]

🐮👀

@princessofglitterland My Maddiecakes! 🦄☺️💟

Nobody else will get these ✨vibes✨ but you and me, and I think that’s kinda cool tbh. 💞👀 I give you: we’re the lucky ones, ft. Stacey & Trevor.

You in the moo’d to play too? 🐮

#princessofglitterland #Clara Can Talk #Clara Answers Questions #Play An Ask Game With Me? #Sometimes I Art #I hope this pleases you Sweet Unicorn ☺️💟 #it really does give me all kinds of vibes for that pair. ☺️🥰♥️🩷🧡💛

[softspiderling]

I love that I started something.

Also tho, you did not say “no” bestie. You did. not. say. no.

👀

PS: today’s guess: she’s gotta be like either in the service also and they just never see each other- what if she’s a SEAL??- maybe another kind of pilot who’s in a different squad or idk…. A club bouncer or something? She’s gotta be. Rooster was too insistent that she could take of herself for her to not be able to kick ass. Wait, maybe she’s a martial arts instructor or something!!!!

Or, idk, she just like owns a bakery or something but then has a black belt in karate.

@princessofglitterland

you definitely did kickstart something HAHA

also, you're right. I did not say no. so i guess i'll say it now: no😭

PLS your guesses today are literally so funny ahudeuajvnhaj navy seal, club bouncer, bakery owner I'M YELLING

but lemme ask you! do you think it's REALLY possible in a (fanfic world) that reader is an admiral/navy seal and has NOT heard about jake seresin after that mission™️(spoiler alert, it's not)

#in my world #the mission was secret and classified asf #but everyone in the navy KNOWS #jake hangman seresin #and how he brought home the great mav and rooster #so #there you have it #princessofglitterland #you’ve got mail 💌 #hooked from hour one #wingman's best friend

[ryebecca]

for @princessofglitterland​!

want a moodboard?

#princessofglitterland #moodboard request game

[oncasette]

heat above for glen powell ? 😂

And congrats on 1k!!! 🎉

all i can think about for glen is something for how white his smile is… because he has some pearly damn teeth. so maybe, just that, like pearly or something. or even great white ?!

join my celly . two more hours !

#ask box #princessofglitterland #r’s 1k!!!

[tgmcompliments]

Giving more love to all the people who take the time to read my work and either comment or reach out to me directly to talk to me about it. You all keep me going, and I love seeing your reactions to every new chapter, whether you’re here for one specific story or all of them, thank you 💛💛

@seresinsbrat @blue-aconite @nouis-bum @stoptaking-the-good-names @yuckosworld @na-ta-sh-aa @dingochef @bobgasm @jupitercomet @attapullman @perfectprettypisces @aworldinsideaperson @seresinslady @just-in-case-iloveyou @rosiahills22 @mamachasesmayhem @princessofglitterland @briseisgone @topherwrites @topnerd03 and so many more! You all always brighten my day, and I’ll forever be grateful for every single one of you 🥰

I love this positivity train! ☀️☀️☀️