#sugar daddy!hangman

[jupitercomet]

Angsty sugar daddy Jake where his ex sugar baby/girlfriend says something really mean and degrading(?) to reader

warnings - ceo au, sugar daddy au, grumpy x sunshine trope, language, degrading language around sex work

It wasn’t a surprise to you that Jake was a bit of a playboy. Honestly, you don’t know how he couldn’t be. He didn’t really understand the point of feelings and took relationships with a grain of salt, that didn’t exactly scream Mr. Commitment. It didn’t bother you that Jake had women in his past—you’re still trying to get over the surprise that he doesn’t have other women in his present. Jake having been with other women was just a fact to you.

You just weren’t expecting them to be so mean.

Jake glances at you for what must be the fifth time. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was uncomfortable with the current situation—and he probably is—but to you, he just looks worried. You keep your head pressed against the glass of the car window, watching the trees and cars pass with little interest. Car. Tree. Car. Car. Tree. Tree. Fast Car. Tree—

“Do you want to stop anywhere? We’re close to the Outlets.” Jake’s voice cuts through the numbed haze of it all. Just like the rest of him, it’s pointed, so it does so with ease. You know what he’s doing. It’s his emotionally distant way of trying to comfort you.

And normally it works. But right now the thought of being pampered with expensive things only makes you sick. Does Jake really think that purses and shoes are the only things that make you happy? That all you are is some airhead who’s so superficial that all she needs to perk up is a pair of diamond earrings. Does he truly think that little of you?

You bite down on your lip, keeping your eyes trained on the scenery in front of you. “No thank you.”

The car goes quiet—Jake’s driver had the mind to already raise the divider, giving you and Jake the privacy of being able to digest what just happened in the company of just yourselves. You’re not doing a great job of it, you’ve been on the verge of tears since the ignition started. And you really don’t want to cry, you did your mascara so good this morning. 

“She didn’t—” Jake clears his throat, his voice coming out more confident. “She didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, she did.”

You hardly register your voice as your own, it sounds far too hollow and dejected. You look down at your freshly manicured nails with an almost contempt. Jake had paid for those nails. He surprised you with it suddenly, transferring the money to your bank account with a small note to have fun. He said he liked them when you came home and showed him.

Jake sighs heavily and you can imagine that this is probably the last thing he wants to be doing. Today was supposed to be his day off and now he’s trying to stop you from crying in the back of a Bentely.  “She was mad at me. Not you. She just wanted to embarrass me.”

“Right.” Tears well up in your eyes and you will yourself not to cry. Because it would be embarrassing to Jake - if you were a gold-digging slut with no self respect. To be seen with someone like that would be embarrassing.

“That’s not what I— I mean, she was upset to see us at a restaurant—”

Her eyes hold an animosity you’ve never seen before, especially not in someone you’ve never even met before. She sneers, snatching her purse between bright red acrylic nails. “You’re pathetic.” She spits the words laced in venom in your direction. “Does it make you feel special or something? Whoring yourself out to a bunch of guys that will never actually love you?”

Jake takes a step forward but his ex fling—as you’ve pieced together—just laughs. “Oh, by all means, Jake, please tell me why this gold-digging slut is good enough to be seen in public with you, but I wasn’t.”

“You’re causing a scene.” Jake’s jaw ticks.

His ex fling lets her mouth drop incredulously. “That’s all you have to say? You—” Her fury comes on suddenly and, all at once there’s a cup of water in her hand and then its contents all over Jake’s front. “God, I forgot you were such a fucking dickhead! Have fun with your whore then, I’d get tested if I were you.”

You sniff, interrupting Jake mid-explanation. “I have feelings.”

Jake freezes, features only slightly confused. “What?”

“I have feelings,” you repeat. “I feel like people forget that sometimes.”

“Look—”

“And I don’t know how to make them remember.” The haze returns and you go back to looking out the window. Car. Tree. Tree. Car. Car.

You can feel Jake staring at you, but you refuse to meet his gaze. You think that he might say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls his phone out from his slacks pocket and starts looking over emails. You think it might almost be symbolic in a way - you, looking out the window, and Jake, looking at his emails.

It only takes a bit more of car and tree counting for your eyes to droop, the steady movement of the car lulling you to sleep.

Jake looks up from his phone when your hand slips slightly and it catches his attention and he takes in the fact that you’re sleeping peacefully against his car door with a slight frown. You’ll get a crick in your neck in that position. He doesn’t have time to worry about resituating you though, as the car comes to a stop outside of his apartment building.

Jake moves to wake you up, but hesitates. Your lashes are dancing across your cheeks, your lips slightly parted as you breathe softly. The dress he bought for you has curled up your thighs, the seam stretching as it wraps around your legs.

He lets his hand drop, getting out of the car and then carefully opening your door. You shift slightly, but don’t stir more than that as Jake picks you up from the leather seat. Your cheek rests against his still slightly damp button up. Your makeup will probably sparkle against the white when Jake sets you down, but right now he doesn’t mind.

“Mr. Seresin.” The voice of his driver stills Jake in his tracks. “Should I inform Ms. Trace that you’ll still be accompanying her for dinner?”

Jake opens his mouth to confirm, but you murmur against his chest and his eyes are drawn back to you. He pauses. “No, um… Tell her something came up.”

Jake misses his driver’s knowing smile as he takes you inside. You almost wake up on the elevator ride to his penthouse, but somehow Jake’s able to coax you back to sleep. This is the longest Jake has ever been thoughtful and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing when he sets you down on his bed and changes you into one of his shirts.

Jake doesn’t really know where your makeup remover is—and doesn’t really want to look for it—so he just wets a washcloth with water and hopes that does the trick. You always complain about sleeping with your makeup on.

“Jake?” You whisper drowsily when the cool water raises you from sleep.

Jake shushes you softly, pulling the cloth from your face and surveying it to make sure he didn’t miss any of your makeup. That’s all it takes for you to be pulled under the lulling waves of sleep again and Jake gets up from the bed quietly, placing the dirty washcloth in the bathroom. 

He locks eyes with himself in the sink mirror, his damp shirt and strands of hair that are still drying. Undoing the buttons of his shirt, Jake shakes off his reflection and grabs some comfortable clothes of his own. The events of today are playing through his head, but they almost don’t feel real. Like they’re part of some movie he watched instead of his actual life. 

Uncharacteristically, Jake decides that he’ll pick his clothes up later, leaving them on the floor as he pads to the bed. You’ve rolled onto your side now, chest rising and falling under his silk sheets. Jake gets comfortable, only able to stare at you for several seconds.

Hesitantly, his hand comes out to trace your features with a feather light touch. He props his head up on his other elbow, watching intently as he traces over your cheekbones, nose, and eyebrows. You relax into his touch subconsciously and Jake shifts closer, moving his hand from your face to your hip. He drops a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer to his chest. 

Burrowing his face in your hairline, and breathing in your honey shampoo, Jake starts to whisper all the things he wanted to tell you today.

#jake seresin imagine #jake seresin imagines #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin angst #jake seresin au #hangman imagine #hangman imagines #hangman x reader #hangman fluff #hangman angst #hangman au #sugar daddy!jake #top gun maverick imagines #x reader #buggy’s got a pen

[sunlightmurdock]

Idk why Sugar Daddy Jake with an inexperienced partner fucking in his office is so hot to me

Um because it’s literally the hottest thing that I can think of too !?

I’m just thinking of them having dinner plans, so she comes by his office to meet him but he has to work a little later than planned so she stays and waits for him.

“C’mere, baby. Come sit with me, tell me about your day, I’ll be done in a second.” He’s already got that look in his eyes, that sparkle in those seas of green that tells her exactly what he’s got in mind. Jake wishes he could claim that it’s not his fault for thinking such things, but it is.

He’s the one who bought that dress with every intention of bending her over in it. She walks over and settles against his thigh with every intention of respecting the rules of his workplace, even after hours on a Friday night. She hasn’t yet known him for long enough to know exactly how okay he is with desecrating every inch of this office.

She sits there like the good girl she is, watching him work, recapping her week softly to him, letting his fingers inch along her thigh, until she just can’t anymore.

“Jake… what are you doing? — Someone could see us.” She whispers to him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, gripping his wrist loosely. He smiles back at her and gives a slow shake of his head.

“Not if you keep quiet for me, baby. You can do that, can’t you?” His fingers trail upwards, growing dangerously close to the apex of her thighs, watching the way her eyes grow impossibly wider. She takes her lip between her teeth and Jake grins.

“I don’t know if I can.”

He beams, leaning forwards and kissing her mouth hard. “Let’s find out.”

Needless to say, when Jake’s got her sprawled along the length of his desk with that pretty dress bunched around her hips, she’s the furthest thing from quiet. She’s biting down on that pretty, plush bottom lip, burying her face into the crook of his neck and trying desperately to contain her sounds.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart — give it to me, let me hear you. There’s no need to be shy.” Jake promises, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, grazing his teeth over each of her perked nipples. Savouring every second of drawing this animal version of her out of that timid little cage.

#Jake Seresin #Jake hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x y/n #rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun smut #sugar daddy Jake

[redfurrycat]

🤠🪅👨🐓Sugar Daddy Fic Recs🐓👨🪅🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Chase_acow, Ginnydear, Hangmanbradshaw, Mackwinnon, Renai_chan, Thegeckbros.

I'm a babygirl in a daddy's world > Daddy Klnk

leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream by ginnydear {E}

“Getting old,” she replies, humming again. “I guess that means you’re entering a new era of hook-ups though.” “What on earth are you talking about?” Bradley asks, turning down the television. “Come on Bradley, you know you’re gonna find some hot twenty-something who wants you to fu-” “Okay!” Bradley says, laughing a bit as Natasha sputters and laughs too. “I get it. You don’t have to continue.” “Don’t be such a prude,” Natasha says primly. “I was going to say ‘fund their grad school dreams’ before you so rudely cut me off.”

The Only Exception by mackwinnon {E}

Organized crime AU. Escort Jake meets Bradley in a club while he's with another client. Bradley's instantly intrigued and makes Jake an offer he can't refuse. It's just business. Until it isn't.

nothing’s good until it hurts by thegeckbros {E}  

there's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve)

“So, what, one of the richest dudes in New York wants to be your sugar daddy?” “Kinda?” Jake sits back up, straightening up and turning his body towards Javy. “He doesn’t want like sex or anything. He just needs someone to pretend to date so his uncle and PR team get off his back about his reputation.” Or a sugar daddy au in which jake is a struggling law student, bradley's a billionaire, and they weave a tangled web

you do it all your life and you never get through it

The silver lining, if there is one to be had, about watching his dad die in front of him is that the worst thing to ever happen to Bradley is over before his life has really begun. Every shitty breakup or spectacular fuckup, every broken bone or missed flight. None of it will ever come close to even touching the worst day of Bradley’s life. And then, 15 years after the worst thing that’s ever happened to him, it all happens again. Or scenes from bradley's life, before and after jake

We're Crashing Like Waves by Renai_chan {M}

Jake is a movie star looking to get some surfing lessons and Bradley is a surfer living a quiet life in Hawaii. Like the land and the sea, they come together on the edges of O‘ahu.

Sugar Daddy Bradshaw by chase_acow {E}

Cutting to the Chase

“I’ll agree to pay for one semester if you make me look good and let me touch your ass. I suppose I’ll have to live with the disappointment of no blowjob,” Bradshaw sighed, his shoulders slumping as he adopted a hangdog expression, for exactly five seconds before he grinned again. “But think about it. I can’t be your sugar daddy if you don’t give me the sugar.” “You’d be interested in something long term?” Jake asked doubtfully, wondering if he’d somehow been involved in a terrible accident and this was all a hallucination from his desperate brain low on oxygen. “Based on what I’ve seen so far, you might be sweet enough to pay through to your doctorate,” Bradshaw said with a shrug of his shoulders as if he didn’t care one way or another about throwing a hundred thousand dollars at someone he just met.

Party Favor

Bradley needed him to go to New York on a business trip, but first Jake had to have a suit that wouldn’t make the people they were meeting laugh. So Jake spent a very uncomfortable afternoon at the tailor playing a life-sized Ken doll while Bradley and the old man with too many straight pins talked about him like he wasn’t there. The suits he ended up with each cost more than his car. The bruises he ended up with when Bradley pulled him into the changing room and lifted him up to wrap his legs around his waist had faded by the time Jake got on the private plane for the trip. Earning his membership to the mile high club was kinda cool, too.

Ride 'Em Cowboy

Bradley had some work to finish, but he joined Jake in time to start the football game. As the Longhorns ran out on the field, Jake found himself sitting pretty in Bradley’s lap. His skin felt a hundred times more sensitive after staying naked and having Bradley prime him for so long. The mustache at the nape of his neck made him shiver. “Do you think you can come once for each quarter?” Bradley asked, hands on Jake’s knees to situate them to his liking. He licked his palm and then took Jake in hand, “I think you can do it.” * “Your team’s winning, baby. What do you have to cry about?” Bradley teased after they’d watched more of the game. One hand pet across Jake’s belly while the other twisted Jake’s head around so he could lick at Jake’s tears. “Is it too much?”

Know Better

“You can come, but I am not fucking you in my mom’s home,” Jake said, leaning into his stern voice. He’d learned enough about how to wrangle the older man in the last couple of months to know he had to start out solid and then stick to his guns. “And we don’t have time to fool around now. So repack, and you’d better pick at least one shirt that isn’t going to blind everyone with the print.” Bradley smirked, and Jake should have known better.

that little farm where every wish comes true by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Jake's only wish that holiday season was simple- to keep his family christmas tree farm. He never expected that wish would be granted via a man with deep pockets, an amused smile, and commitment issues a mile wide. He never expected to like him. He definitely never expected to love him. Hell, he never expected Bradley Bradshaw. Or Hallmark Christmas Movie but make it sugar (daddy) and spice and everything nice.

#Sugar Daddy Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[sebsxphia]

SHUT THE FRONT DOOR GLEN YOU CANT JUST DROP THESE ON A TUESDAY NIGHT LIKE ITS NOTHING

#IM GONNA SCREAM #GOD IS GOOD #GOD!! #IS GOOD #ITS GIVING SUGAR DADDY JAKE #FUCK MEEE #glen powell #jake hangman seresin #his slutty hair curls are gonna be the death of me

[daughterofthereaper02]

My big question with both Jake and Ice as sugar daddies... how would they react if they noticed that their girl stopped pointing out things as often. Like at first she points out like anything that catches her eye, even if it's just an "Oh that's pretty." But after Ice or Jake starts their gifting, she gets a little more careful. Be that because she doesn't want their money spent so carelessly or because she "doesn't need all of that. And if I mention it you'll just buy it."

I'm just going to post it like this and this will probably get included in a fic at one point or another. I'll label it as sugar daddy blurb on their masterlists though.

Iceman:

-He didn't really notice at first, you didn't ask for much, to begin with. However, it only took a week to completely notice.

-He would be looking constantly to see if you liked something in particular

-When he couldn't, he confronted you head-on. "Why don't you want me buying you stuff?"

-The look he got when you told him you didn't need it all. "You don't need it and I don't need to buy it. I do it because I want to. Getting you this stuff makes me happy because you never ask and you are grateful for it, not some snobby brat," he shrugged.

-From there, you let him know the occasional thing to make him happy. He used that to learn your taste and spoil you without having to ask.

Hangman:

-He noticed a little faster than Ice but danced around it, trying to subtly ask.

-"Don't you like this?" "Wouldn't you like this?" until he broke

-"Why don't you like anything anymore and why can't I buy you things!?"

-After he learned your reasoning, he sat you down to explain he had the money to spoil you. Seeing that you stopped him from buying stuff showed that you cared for him, not the money that came with him. He wanted to spoil you because you were his girl and he loved to see everything he got you.

#sugar daddy iceman #sugar daddy hangman #jake seresin x reader #tom kazansky x reader

[topguncortez]

That's sugar daddy jake when he starts developing feelings

oh my god you’re so right

it’s the exact moment when he realizes that he’s in love with the girl he’s supposed to be fake dating to help “fix his image”. it’s that smile he only gives a select few people, mainly his nieces and nephews. it’s that smile that shows he’s really in love and he’s also really really fucked

#g mail #sugar daddy jake coming soon???? #jake seresin #jake seresin blurb #hangman blurb #hangman

[ficsofabotchedmind]

Larissa, looking frazzled: What in the bloody hell are they doing, Morticia?!

Morticia: They wanted to play hangman, my darling shifter.

Larissa, wearing a look of horror: Hang…HANGMAN?! YO-WEDNESDAY, CUT YOUR BROTHER DOWN, NOW!

Wednesday, getting ready to pull the lever down and hang Pugsley, smirked: Yes, Father.

Larissa, startled and wide eyed: I…STOP CALLING ME YOUR FATHER, YOU BLOODY HELLION!

Wednesday, smirking: Why?

Larissa: Because…because…oh, I give up.

*Enid and Morticia chuckling in the corner.*

Larissa: 😑🙄😒😭

*Later in the week*

A worker in the bookstore looks at Wednesday and Larissa: Hi! Is this your mom?

Wednesday, knowing exactly what she’s doing: No, my daddy.

Larissa: 😳

Wednesday, looking Larissa dead in the eye: Or do you prefer mommy or sugar mommy?

Waitress: 😳😨

Larissa: NO, NO! It’s not like that! Wednesday! Why? WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?

Wednesday, smirking: Not to call you father, so I didn’t.

Larissa: 😨😭

Wednesday: 😏

Larissa: You are very lucky you are my child and I love you. 😒😭

#larissa weems x morticia addams #larissa weems #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #netflix wednesday #wednesday x enid #larissa is enids mom #morticia addams #pugsley addams #inncorrect quotes #incorrect wednesday #incorrect wednesday quotes

[talkfastromance4]

Listen… I am obsessed, as I’ve said before, with Sugar Daddy!Jake and Sugar. And I’m a sucker for being taken care of so the blurb about the migraine and bad day was my jam but it got me thinking… Jake needs taken care of too sometimes, and I’m dying to know what that would like when he’s having a bad day and just needs a little tlc

Sure thing bby😊 prepare for extra soft!Jake

Lift Me Up–Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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You were just finishing up some boutonnieres and corsages for another wedding when your watch buzzed on your wrist. At a quick glance you saw Rooster’s name appear but you didn’t read the message yet because you had to finish wrapping twine around one more set of flowers. Your wrist buzzed again, and again but you were adamant on finishing this before being distracted.

Once it was wrapped and tightened, you scrolled through your notifications, messages equally from Rooster and Phoenix.

Rooster: are you coming to the hard deck by chance?

Phoenix: are you busy tonight? Please say no, Bagman is extra sour

Rooster: we’re all begging. Hangman’s in a terrible mood.

Rooster: WE ALL NEED YOU

Phoenix: please babe, he’s bad

“What in the world?” you mutter as you read through the frantic texts. 

It’s only a little after five, what could Jake possibly be doing that both Rooster and Phoenix are reaching out to you? You place your finished flowers in the boxes and set them on the shelf in the fridge and gather your things. Reynolds is waiting for you in his usual parking spot, his smile turns into a frown at your own troubled expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“Can we go to The Hard Deck? Something’s wrong with Jake…”

“Really? He didn’t text me…” Reynolds scratches his chin as he opens your door. “But we’ll stop by and see what’s going on.”

“Thank you.”

The bar isn’t that far from your shop and for a Thursday night, it’s pretty packed with cars and pilots loitering onto the sand. 

“Should I come in with you?” Reynolds asks.

“No, I’ll be okay. Maybe wait for a bit in case we need to drive him home,” you say and get out. 

Some of the other pilots say hello to you as you pass them but you barely smile because you’re growing concerned for Jake. Is he drunk and he’s acting belligerent? Is he sick and refusing to go home?

You weave through the crowd finding Rooster near the back by the jukebox and pool tables. There’s a loud crack! followed by a collective groan and someone cursing Jake’s name. 

“Penny’s gonna ban you from ever entering her bar again,” Rooster shakes his head and moves out of your way.

You see Jake holding a splintered cue stick, one half of it is on the pool table and his face is hard, stony. His brows are furrowed in a permanent scowl as he tosses the broken stick on the table.

“I’ll replace it. Give me another one,” Jake snaps his fingers but no one moves. He turns around snatching one from the holders and you push yourself in front of Rooster.

“Thank God you’re here,” he mutters. “Hangman, time to go home.”

“No, I’m not ready to go home, Rooster. Not until I win a game of pool and–Sugar,” he stops himself short when he turns around and sees you. He drops the new stick in his hand as if he’s caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What are you doing here?”

“We called her to come get you,” Phoenix says. “It’s been a long day. Go home.”

“I thought you were working late,” Jake says, ignoring the others completely. 

“I got caught up,” you walk towards him, hand reaching for his cheek. When you’re close enough his cheek falls into your palm effortlessly. You can feel the tension in his jaw. “You had a bad day?”

“Wasn’t the best, no,” he murmurs as you bring your other hand to his other cheek. You rub at the circles under his eyes, noting how they’re bloodshot. 

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

He follows you willingly, walking past his friends who stare at your retreating backs dumbfounded. They insisted he should go home hours ago but he refused and then you come in saying only a few words and he follows you not a problem. 

When the two of you get back outside you let Reynolds know he can go home. Jake says he’s fine to drive and you want to ask him what happened but his body language is screaming annoyance. He keeps one hand on your knee and you trace your finger over the grooves of his knuckles, circling over the back of his palm. 

His silence is so loud when you’re finally home and he slams his door when he gets out. He opens yours more gently, his hand held out to you, his gaze soft as he looks at you. You take his hand and close your door behind you, following him closely into the house.

“Can I make you anything?” you ask quietly. 

“Do we have tomato soup?”

“I’m sure Rhea keeps it on hand,” you smile, continuing to stroke his hand with your thumb. “Do you want grilled cheese with it?”

“That sounds good,” he nods.

“Okay. Why don’t you go take a hot shower, the food will be ready when you’re done.”

You squeeze his hand, debating on kissing him but he turns away and heads towards the stairs. You skip to the kitchen grabbing the necessary things to make the soup. Of course Rhea bought the best type of canned tomato soup and you took two out since you hadn’t eaten yet either. While the soup is heating up in the pot you begin on the grilled cheese using the panini maker. 

You’re humming ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ as you look in the freezer for dessert. Jake loves sundaes with chocolate syrup and sprinkles. You stir the soup, make another grilled cheese and then Jake struts in. You were hoping he’d take a longer shower, letting the hot water worry away his tight muscles. 

“Hey,” you smile loving how fluffy his hair is looking already. He has on your favorite shirt, the NAVY one and a pair of plaid pajama pants. “That was a quick shower.”

He moves past you and turns the soup down on low so it simmers. Then he places the grilled cheese on a hot plate and covers it up.

“The soup is just about done. Aren’t you–ahh!” you squeal when he lifts you up onto the counter. You open your legs and he slots between them, his arms moving behind your lower back. 

“Wanted to be with you,” he mumbles.

“Jake…what happened today?” you ask resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I couldn’t beat my times today and in the meetings following, I was used as the example of what not to do. I don’t know what happened, I couldn’t accelerate fast enough. So I wanted to blow off steam at the bar, prove to everyone I can do it all.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day. It’s okay if you can’t do it all, you know, I think you’re pretty perfect already,” you encourage. “You’ll beat your times, just keep practicing and you’ll get there. Want me to come yell at your officers for singling you out?”

“No, that’s okay,” he chuckles slipping his fingers under your shirt. He draws circles on your skin. “It wouldn’t do much, you’re too adorable.”

“I can be feisty if I need to,” you put on a tough face, “I can scream and shout about how you are the best pilot there is.”

“Thanks Sugar,” he smiles. He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your forearm then sighs. He keeps kissing up your arm until he’s by your shoulder and you turn his head so you can press your lips to his. 

Your arms tighten around each other, and your legs hook around his hips. His kiss is hurried and hot, his fingers hot on your bare skin as he shifts them up under your shirt. One hand moves to your stomach, his lips feverish as they transition to your jaw and neck. You toss your head back gasping, his fingers graze the side of your breast as he sucks on your neck. 

Your hips involuntarily rut against his, fingers tangling in his hair. Your body is electric from his touch and kiss. His hand on your lower back rocks you forward, his lips moving to your collarbones and in between your breasts. 

“Jake,” you whimper enjoying the sensations but then he stops. 

He removes his lips from your breasts, his breath hot and wanton on your skin as he recollects himself and pulls you back up in a sitting position. You stare at him quizzically.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he exhales.

“I wasn’t telling you to stop,” you shake your head suddenly feeling ashamed. 

“I know. But I don’t want to rush anything, wanna take my time and give you the proper attention you deserve,” he says pulling your shirt back down. “And not when I’m upset about work.”

“But–”

He shushes you with a soft kiss. 

“Don’t forget how much you tempt me on the daily, Sugar,” he says on your lips. “You made me my favorite comfort food, so let’s enjoy that okay?”

You nod and hop down the counter, your legs a little shaky from that quick but intense makeout. You ladled the soup while he gathered plates and silverware. Still feeling a little dejected, you sat on one of the stools and began to eat slowly. When Jake joined you, he dragged you closer to him, the stool grating against the floor. Then he lifted your legs onto his lap and smiled.

“Want you as close as possible,” he says then starts to eat. You smile into your spoon.

When you’re finished eating, you move into the living room climbing onto his large couch. 

“Pick your favorite movie,” you tell him. He decides on 10 Things I Hate About You and when he turns around, you pat your chest as a place for him to lay. 

He jumps onto the couch cuddling onto your chest, basically laying on top of you with his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you. His overexcitement makes you laugh and you start to play with his hair. That calms him down fairly quickly and you scratch at his neck.

“You’ve no idea how good that feels,” he groans. 

“Oh I know, it’s my specialty, remember?” you tease and kiss the top of his head. You move your hands down his back, scratching it lightly and he groans again. 

“Don’t ever stop,” he sighs.

You remain that way for the whole movie, one hand scratching at his back and the other petting his hair thinking the whole time how you never want to stop.

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[jupitercomet]

does reader call sugardaddy!jake daddy?

warnings - suggestive but not quite smut, they do it in public y'all, daddy kink but like look at him

sugar daddy/surfer blurb night

Jake Seresin doesn’t do shopping. He’s worn the same style suit since he was 18, ordering new versions periodically—you once joked that his closet looked like a cartoon character’s and for that reason, Jake went out and bought one pair of jeans. But even with his clothes, Jake doesn’t shop, he just has his assistant do it for him. So, really, Jake had no reason to be anywhere near an upscale lingerie store.

And he certainly had no reason to be doing what he’s doing. 

Jake’s large hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your squeak of surprise as he pushes you up against the changing room mirror. His eyes are swallowed by his pupils, unable to leave the reflection of your scantily clad body. Truly, Jake never thought that a simple white babydoll would be his undoing—you’d tried on far more provocative things before it and he was able to contain himself—but one look at you as you stepped out of the changing room had him cornering you right back into it. 

He has you bent over, palms holding yourself up against the mirror as he lets his hands explore your body. Jake grins at the way he’s got you on your tiptoes, your thighs trembling in anticipation as he smooths out the fabric of your babydoll.

“You better be quiet.” His voice is a husky reminder against your ear, his fingers swiping between your folds. 

You whine softly, looking at him through the mirror with those puppy dog eyes that usually have him dropping to his knees in front of you. This time though, he’s too distracted by the direct line of sight he has to your cleavage and the way your nipples are pressing through white lace. He’s distracted by how all of your body looks covered in white lace. His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh and he can hear your sharp intake of breath.

Letting his hand fall from your mouth, Jake palms at your breast, pushing against you until his mouth is just a hair away from your ear. He nips at the lobe gently. “I’m gonna fuck you in this and then you’re gonna pick out five more just like it, got it?”

Your eyes widen—though if it’s from his words or the finger he has sinking inside you, Jake’s not sure. “They’re so expensive tho— Ah!” A soft cry interrupts your words as Jake crooks his finger and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip to keep quiet.

“Then you’ll buy 10,” Jake growls, giving you another overly rough crook of his finger because you both know that you know better than to argue with Jake about how to spend his money. It’s something that he can be very prideful about (and has also led to some of the best sex of your life). “Got it?”

Jake nudges another finger inside you and watches the last of your hesitance melt away, your eyes softening as your cheek squishes against the glass of the mirror. You let out a shaky breath and then his two favorite words are spilling from your lips in a needy whimper.

“Yes, daddy.”

You leave the store with a limp in your step, an inability to make eye contact with any of the workers, and 12 different babydolls.

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[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Oh, Sweetheart...

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!reader

Summary: Jake's roommate wants to go watch the sunrise, but he has other plans for the morning.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, this is basically porn, there is a small section that isn't filth at the start but the rest is just... yeah,fluff, size kink, solved sexual tension, oral sex (m and f receiving because reader is like that), p in v, unprotected sex (they are at it raw, so wrap it before you tap it!), slightly dry humping?, pet names, dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, mentions of spit and saliva, overall this is the filthiest thing I've ever written, no use of y/n (?) I think there is an allusion of squirting but I'm pretty sure its just creampie...

word count: 4.1K of porn

A/n: this is my first piece of smut, so please be nice. also English isn't my first language so bear in mind there may be spelling mistakes.

“Jake, Jake, Jake” Dragging out the last of the vowels in his name, you ran into the man’s bedroom. Singing his name in joy and excitement. 

Jake groaned, rolling over to grab the pillow beside him and covering his ears with it to block out your deafening calls. But immediately regrets doing so because the second the pillow is onto his ear; you snatch it out of his grasp and pin him under you. 

“Ughh..go away.” he spoke groggily, annoyance lacing his voice as he tried to figure out the time of day that would have caused you to scream like this. 

Nope…you are like this everyday. 

He peels his eyes open to find not a single ray of light outside his window, only navy blue skies with stars like dusted sugar. The moon is still in tow, perched up in the sky, shining, glowing its way into the room. He could make out a few birds chirping outside through the closed window. Singing their morning songs before the sun woke up.  A soft breeze pouring into the room, rustling the white curtains. 

He slowly rubs the sleep out of them in order to get a better look at your joyous self. Immediately softening his gaze as they settle on you. 

“Sweetheart, it's not even morning yet, what are you doing here?” He slept naked in his bed, only a pair of boxers covering him. His chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the heat.

His hands move to your hips in an attempt to keep you from crushing his pelvic where you sat snug, straddling him. Bare legs on either side, the cotton of your underwear sneaking into his eyesight from under the shirt you were wearing. Your hands immediately intercept their way into his palms, threading your fingers through them until they are joined like a prayer, pinning them on either side of his head. 

He is more than surprised by your sudden actions. Eyes wide, mouth parted: he yelps at your behavior, taking in a few deep breaths as he feels hot crimson start to creep up his chest. 

“Let’s go watch the sunrise,” you begin before a yawn has weaved its way through your throat, letting go of one of his hands as you cover your mouth with the back of it, “on the rooftop?” 

“The rooftop, huh?” he smiled, eyes lazily scanning over your shirt clad figure, his shirt… Heavy lidded eyes blinked pleadingly in his direction, a small pout forming at your lips as you sat further on him; grinding yourself just a little over his crotch. A little friction never hurts anybody…

“Please, Jake…”

He muffled a groan at the feeling of you against him, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. His hands were out of your grasp in an instant. You let out a gasp as his hands found their way back to your hips and flipped you onto the bed, your legs on either side of his torso. 

“‘I can think of a few things we can do before the sun is up.” 

His hands move to your sides, squeezing the tender flesh then moving to your thighs, running his hands up and down them, softly caressing the warm skin. His touch is freezing against you. Cold fingers crawling their way into your inner thighs. 

“Oh, sweetheart..”

You let out a shaky breath, whimpering as his eyes met yours as you looked up. Hands instinctively raise to tangle themselves in his hair, wrapping around the back of his neck as you toyed with the ends. You looked at him, pleading. Brows knit together as you tried to reach his lips, but he turned, meeting the stubble of his cheek, rough against your lips. 

“Is this okay?” 

Your mind was nowhere to be found. Thoughts all over the place that you didn’t even register his words, only nodding dumbly to his question. 

His pupils are blown, the shade of green you admire so much is long gone, replaced by a dark look. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” 

You reach for him again. Desperate to feel his lips on yours, but he persists. Never letting you latch onto them. 

“Meanie,” your head falls back on the pillow in defeat, needy whines falling off your lips as you hear him chuckle.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, darlin’”

His gaze is all over you from where he is propped, a hand on the side of your head to keep him up, the other lost between the soft dough of your thighs. 

He tries to recall the time when you two became…this. Whatever this was. A drunken night that both of you never regretted…but were too scared to commit to. 

“That was a one time thing,” was something you both had agreed on. 

He’d love to take you out though. On a date, a picnic on the beach, somewhere that doesn’t end with you two in his bed at the end of the night, skin to skin, falling apart. He loves it, don’t get him wrong, but he hoped that you two were simpler than this sticky mess that came with being roommates. 

You search for his hand that was exploring your legs, dragging it up your thighs, to between your legs. His eyes widen just a little as his fingers make contact with the damp cotton. Your mouth parts at the touch. Letting go of his wrist, you shift, sitting up against the headboard, his hand following your cunt like a magnet. 

There is a smirk on your face. There is no doubt that Jake is wide awake, knowing of the soft mummering roommate that was begging a second ago is gone. Replaced by a siren, sharp and cunning as a knife. He wished you were like this all the time. That you wouldn’t hide yourself in the back of a party with your drink. 

But a part of him was glad that you were only like this with him. Jake Seresin didn’t like to share, and you were no exception. 

“Tell me what you want, darlin’,” he breathes, inching closer so you feel his breath down your neck, warm lips just below your ear. 

Your breath hitches, heart stutters at the nickname as a breeze passes you by, shivering. It makes you clench around nothing. Thighs closing their way in to create some friction, but the thick of his fingers latch onto them before you could, refraining you from doing so. 

“Keep ‘em open for me,” he orders, soft. Peppering small kisses down the column of your neck. 

He hasn't even kissed you, yet all you can do is whimper and groan softly. 

“Wanna feel you inside me, now. Wanna feel your mouth, your cock, your fingers.” 

The lopsided grin on his face is intoxicating, his head dips into your collarbone as he lets out a laugh. 

“Such dirty words for a sweet mouth like yours,” he humors, but there is nothing humorous about it. His eyes, dark as ever in the dim moonlight pouring in from the window. 

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” 

it’s dizzying how quickly he can make you fall apart. He hasn’t even touched you yet but a whimper falls from your pretty lips as his latch onto your neck. Making their way down to your collarbone until he hits the collar of your his shirt. 

You tug at the fabric. Sitting up, sliding it up to your chest as you lock eyes with him, giving him a smirk. You tear it off yourself teasingly slowly. Hearing him take a deep breath just as the fabric reveals your bare chest. 

“Christ…you are beautiful.” It’s never failed to make you blush. He throws the compliment like it’s not meant to pierce through your heart and make it burst into flames. Saying it with such care, and softness that it makes you want to melt in the mattress. 

You grab onto his shoulder, leveling yourself with him. Letting out a shaky breath, his hands immediately crave their way into the dip of your waist. Feeling the lush skin, caressing with just the right amount of pressure that has you melting into him. 

He hoists you onto his lap, the sound birds chattering getting louder outside the window. The sky gets a little brighter. You sit snug in his lap, legs either side of his thighs. You let out a moan at the feeling of the hard length of him rubbing against your core as he manhandles you. 

“Jake…” 

“Y-Yes, sweetheart..”

“Kiss m-“ 

You don’t even finish the sentence and his lips anchor onto yours like seabed, dipping in with such intensity that you can’t tell who's taking dominance. The swipe of his tongue caught on top of yours, melting at the taste. relaxing as he digs in for more like a starved man.

You separate with a soft gasp and pop of lips, a string of spit hanging between the two of you, keeping your lips connected. But it’s gone just as quickly as Jake moves down to your jaw. Open mouthed and wet kisses and nipping at each part of your skin with a hunger you have never seen before. He moves to your neck, grazing his teeth at the pulse before his tongue swipes over the blush he had just created, then to your collarbones, kissing each dip of bone and skin until it’s hot and red.

His mouth moves to your breasts, biting softly at the nipple as he takes it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it that has you making the most obscene sounds, arching your back to push them further into his mouth. 

He lets go of it with a loud pop! Moving on to your other breast to give the hardened nipple some attention. It makes you tug his hair harder, grazing your way to the roots that has him sucking harder. 

His hand has seemed to develop a mind of its own in this time. Latching onto your underwear. His fingers slide down the outside of the damp cotton, the effect of his touch already soaking them. He pushed them aside to feel the stickiness that clings to the fabric in thin strings. 

“All this for me, baby?” He coos, lowering himself to your cunt, blowing a low breath that has you seeing stars. 

You nod mindlessly at the question, he knew the answer to it anyway. But the thought of you being this wet for him makes him dizzy.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” he says, slowly dragging his index and middle finger down your folds. 

“I- Jake…” trailing off as his thumb presses into your clit, circling it until he finds that one nerve, that one spot that has you whimpering.

He makes quick work of you. Throwing the panties somewhere around his room, backing away as you let out a whine. He kisses along the length of your leg, moving closer to your inner thighs, squeezing the tender flesh. It makes you want to run your hands through his hair but he’s too damn far away that you’re left to bootlessly try and relieve the tension by squeezing at your tits.  

His mouth is getting closer now. He nips and bites as he gets closer to the sensitive flesh of your cunt. Breathing it in, he licks a stripe up your folds, doing it with such precision that has you seeing stars. 

It makes you look pathetic, he hasn’t even started and you’re already falling apart on his tongue. 

His saliva sticks thick to you, tongue slowly circling your clit as he brings a hand up to your clenching hole. Your mouth is left wide open, his middle finger inching into you- just a little but the pressure playing at your clit and his teasing makes you grind your hips further into him. Letting out the most obscene sounds. 

“More, please Jake…” 

The chuckle he lets out is criminally menacing. Like his mind is playing a reel of how he is going to make you beg into the morning. Instantly he withdraws the flesh from yours, making you chase after it. 

He brings them to his mouth, slowly putting them in his mouth to suck off the wetness. He doesn’t clean them fully though. Taking them out of his mouth to bring to yours. Your mouth is open wide before he can even command you to do so, letting him press the digits flat onto your tongue as your mouth closes, swirling the muscle around them. 

His cock is growing harder by the second, straining through his boxers as the sight of you, spread out on his bed, fingers in your mouth, it makes him groan. The pain of his throbbing cock is unbearable. 

You notice the pinch of brows in his forehead, his hand that inches towards his boxers to relieve some of that tension. You grab his wrist that is almost there, stopping it from reaching. You drag his hand to your waist, making him hold onto it as you let go. 

He looks at you, puzzled. It's wiped away as you push your hand through the thick band of his boxers, palming him slowly before tugging it out. 

“Hey, are you sure about this? We’ve never done this kinda thing before and I don’t want you to feel obliged-“ 

Your mouth is onto his in an instant, shitting him up as he lets out a ‘umph’. Immediately melting into the kiss, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck, holding it oh so gently. 

You pull away after a moment, smiling adoringly at him. 

“I’m sure, Jakey.” 

He’s big. There was no doubt in your mind that he was big when you first met. The man had an ego the size of Texas and there must have been a reason for that. True to it, you found out he was big. 

The first time the two of you did this, he could barely fit into you, deciding to settle for his mouth rather than trying to fit him. And when you did manage to, after a few more ‘drunken nights’, you could barely walk the next few days. 

You flicked teasingly at the tip of his cock, which made him immediately withdraw his fingers from your mouth as he let out a moan. 

“Fucking Christ, doll” 

You smirk at him, coyly getting on all fours and tugging away his boxers. He lifts his hips to let you take them off, raising an eyebrow at you. But your actions have spoken louder than words and he’s already put the pieces together. 

You stroke it, slow, concise movements, hand sliding his slick up and down the thick of his shaft. Your fingers can barely meet around his girth and the length of him has you watering at the mouth as you bring your face closer to it. He won’t be easy to take in, you know that. But the thought of him spilling in your mouth has been on your mind for days. You thought about it last night too, coming up with the idea of taking him to the roof and taking him there. But this is ten times better than what you had thought. 

You wrap your mouth around the tip of him, tongue flicking that head. The wetness clings to the insides of your mouth, coating the walls of your inner cheeks in a creme white color as you start to take in more of him. You could feel the salty tears burning into your eyes now  You’re barely halfway down him when the tip hits the back of your throat, you gag around him, but the action gets a grumble out of Jake, deep from his chest and you’re sure if you do it again he will fall apart. So, you refrain yourself from doing so, slowly bobbing your head up and down his length. 

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he sighs. His hand comes to rest against the back of your head, guiding your movements. He’s so thick, you’re astonished that you can even fit him in you. 

Your movements turn faster within minutes, the sound of his struggling groans and noises that you’re making, mixed with the wet- almost obscene- sounds of his cock has made you dizzy. You turn your attention away from his happy trail and shift them to look at him. He’s already looking at you, mouth open, pupils blown wide that you can barely make out the greens in it in the dim light. 

You feel him twitch in you, and you know he is near a release. You wrap a hand around the rest of him that you can’t take in, stroking it out at the same speed. 

“Fuck, sweetheart…” 

Your movements stutter as you feel him release inside you. The thick of his cum is warm as it washes your throat and the outside of your neck. Suddenly your mouth is being pulled back from him, making you whine at the loss of contact. Jake pulls your head back gently, his cum still in your mouth as you close your mouth and swallow it loudly.

Jake swears under his breath as you do so, the sight of you, fucked out eyes, a white string of saliva drooling out of your mouth as you look at him with those big doe eyes as you swallow his cum. You look fucking angelic. 

“You still wanna go to the roof, darlin’?” 

The question has your eyes wide, if it were physically possible. 

You clean the side of your drooling mouth with the back of your hand, shaking your head. True, taking him to the roof was something you wanted to do, but that was only part of it. This, sucking him off, making him cum like he does you every night was your real motive. 

“Words, baby,” 

“Wanted you first.”

He almost melts at the hoarseness of your voice. His arm comes to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hand pushes on his chest, making him fall back on his back, flat against the bed. You straddle him, your 

“Wanna ride you, daddy. Can I?” There is something so innocent about your eyes that he’s never seen before. Sweet doe eyes of a swan; he was enchanted by their beauty when you first met, still to this day it never failed to make him go feral. 

The nickname isn’t so foreign to him though. But the way the request falls out of your pretty lips, covered in a sheen of his cum like your vanilla lip gloss has him going hard again. And you feel him, the thickening of him against your already wet core. 

“Fuck, doll, you wanna ride daddy?” 

You nod, hands spread on his chest as you lean down, breathing your way down his neck, leaving sweet kisses as you make your way up to his lips. 

“Please?” 

He doesn’t give you an answer, rather choosing to bring his hand to your soaking cunt that hovers over his cock. Circling your clit, it makes you moan the most pornographic sounds he has ever heard. You’re so sensitive and fragile under his touch. He can feel the pulse dripping down to your pussy. Feel it pulse against his fingers as he coracles them. 

Your own hand comes down to meet his, lining his cock with your hole as you sink down slowly. The pain is familiar and god does it feel good to have him in you. You can feel it tearing your walls with a sweet stretch. 

He lets out strangled grunts, hand at your hip, the other circling your clit the same, overstimulating you before you can even get a full taste of him in you. 

“Jake, please, please don’t stop, you fill me up so good.” The filthy words are breathlessly falling out of your lips. 

He guides your hips deeper until your pelvic brushes against his happy trail. You’re sitting snug on him, not making a move as a mechanism to adjust to him. His movements that were abusing your swollen clit just a second ago have stopped, his legs are bent to support your back, open wide. 

Slowly, you start to bounce, moving up and down the length of him and the pain is soon replaced by pleasure. The sound of skin slapping is the only thing bouncing off the walls of the room as it fills with the sun's morning rays. 

Your movements continue their way, moving faster with each stroke inside you, you’re clenching around him, squeezing his cock as praises fall off his lips like prayers; “you’re so good f’me baby”, “gonna fill you up so nice you’ll be soaking for days”,”that’s it sweetheart, there you go, make those pretty sounds for me.”

It’s dizzying how the simplest of words have you making the most sinful sounds, his grunts and moans are stifled but he isn’t doing much better either as you feel his cock twitch wildly in you, coating your walls. It’s all too much. His hands on you, his fingers that are assaulting your clit at scandalous speeds. You feel yourself too over the edge, hands running down his chest as you bend down to lock your lips in a hurry, kissing him stupid. 

The hand at your hip is now wrapped around your throat, he knows you like it. But the way he ever so gently squeezes the column of your throat makes you spill moans into his mouth until you don’t know whose spit is whose. His tongue is teasingly wide in your mouth, tasting himself. 

“Jake, I’m-“

“It’s okay baby, go ahead,” 

You’re spilling. It’s everywhere, dripping down your thighs. He’s in you, fits in you so well that you’re sure he was made for it. You let out a muffled scream against his mouth, pulling out of him then thrusting back in immediately. That’s his last straw and he’s spilling in you. The wet sounds of your skin slows as you both pull away, catching your breaths while he’s still buried deep inside you. Your gummy walls are squeezing rapidly around him even now. You scold yourself for not doing those pelvic exercises because now you’re leaking uncontrollably onto his sheets and staining them. 

You let out a curse, already moving to get off him but his hands ground you back on him, refraining you from moving. 

“Don’t,” he lets out a soft grunt, brows pinched as though he is in pain and you realize it would hurt the both of you if you were to pull out immediately after an orgasm. “Let me help ya’.”

He flips the two of you carefully, settling you on your back, avoiding any cause of friction that would further your overstimulation. He knows every inch of you, knows how sensitive you get after sex. 

He slowly pulls out of you, making both of you let out a groan. The sheets are a mess, gray sheets covered in a sheen of white, it’s filthy. But Jake’s hand comes to rest on your jaw and you forget about the mess you’re in. 

“Let me clean you up, yeah?” 

You nod silently, shifting onto your elbows to rest against the headboard as Jake comes back with a wet towel. 

“This might sting a little, alright?” 

“Okay,” 

His fingers are working softly against your flesh, cleaning the tender skin that’s covered in his cum. He smells of sandalwood and sex. You don’t know whether you want to kiss him silly or fall asleep to it. But he senses your gaze on him, looking at him softly when his eyes meet yours, he smiles, throws the towel in the corner of the room and pulls you into a searing kiss. 

It’s anything but rushed. Soft lips against the taste of him, there are fireworks blasting in your mind, your tummy doing somersaults. He never kissed you with such…intensity before. All the ones before were rushed, sloppy, filled with lust but this…this is different. His loss holds such promise for a better morning that you’re sure you want this so be something more than casual hookups. 

But you don’t bring it up now. This is a moment too good to be ruined. 

You pull away first, taking a deep breath, all you can smell is him, it’s all over you. The smile on his face is intoxicating. You’re happy, he’s happy.

“I still wanna watch the sunrise though” 

“You little-“

God, you wish you could have these mornings forever. 

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[sebsxphia]

okay but sugar daddy Jake is so personal to me. imagain:

your a college student and you are really close to penny and amelia because penny used to baby sit you and you come for amelia's birthday party. (which of course the entire squad is there for) and you and amelia have like a sister relationship and when she sees you she yells and runs over to you, making everyone look at the two of you and jake just falls in love right then and there.

so CUTE dear anon!!!!

but then imagine when you start talking to jake after he decides to confidently approach you. you let him know you’re in college and what you’re studying, all of that basic conversation. then he asks you a question that you’ve never had asked before. “how much debt are you in, sweets?”

you blink at him, not entirely sure how to respond. no one has ever been so forward with that question before, let alone someone you’ve just met. he continues before you can answer. “because, it just so happens i’ve got a tonne of money and i’ve been looking to spend it on a pretty one like you.”

i would be blushing!!!

thank you so much for this wonderful idea dear anon!! 💌

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[daughterofthereaper02]

I headcannon Sugar daddy! Jake Seresin. No one can change my mind. And yes, this does include the three musketeers x reader (Hangman, Rooster, Bob). Do what you want with that😏😉

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A Case of the Exam Season Blues

A New Installment to the Once In A Blue Moon Anthology

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Description: You've never realized how much you relied on Jake to keep you on track without running yourself into the ground before this moment. But he's in New York, working on a high profile case for his firm. You're still in San Diego, working yourself to the bone to graduate. School is hard. Correction, it is really fucking hard. What can you do when your worries that Jake will miss your graduation couple with your stressing over your degree?

Disclaimer: Female Reader, Slight BDSM, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship turned full relationship. This is also very clearly an AU! In this universe, Jake is a high flying, jet-setting lawyer, a very successful one.

This is a story completely full of adult elements. It is for adults 18+ only. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 5035

A/N: Here we go again! Once again, my lovely houseplant @desert-fern crawled into my asks and asked me to write her a oneshot where Baby Blue graduates and where Jake is cheering her on in the audience. Can I just say that the reward and dom/sub elements in the story were not in my plan?

Chronologically, this story is between the events of Mm, Daddy Daddy and Money, Money, Money.

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

My Masterlist

You hate exam season. You hate it with as much passion as your exhausted, wrung-out soul can muster. You thought exams were challenging when you were an undergraduate. The all-nighters, caffeine-fueled paper writing sessions, studying and writing until the words swam before your eyes and your eyes were gritty from lack of sleep seemed like torture then. If only you could know that there would come a time when you would long for those days again. Because doing the same while preparing to defend your Master’s thesis? It feels like a torture worse than death itself. You still have the exams and the papers, but now, at the end of it all, rather like the icing on top of the saddest cake you’ve ever seen, you have an interview with the thesis review board to approve your Master’s degree.

You feel like you’re at the end of your wits. Your sanity is fraying faster than the cheapest rope, disintegrating into a mess of strings that seem to snarl your every thought and movement. It doesn’t help that you’re all alone in the big penthouse apartment, either. Jake’s working on an important case in New York, so he’s been out of the state, in the City that Never Sleeps, for the past month and a half. You miss him like you’ve never missed anyone before. It feels like a part of your very psyche is missing. The scent of his cologne, the bitter almond and saffron with undertones of jasmine and cedar you've come to love so much, still spills through the air. It permeates the shirts hanging in the closet, organized by color and purpose. It’s on the pillows of the big bed you starfish on when your eyes are too heavy to keep open, and you have to steal a half-hour nap here and there to keep yourself functioning. But it’s not the same as having Jake home with you.

He’d hate what you’re doing to yourself. He’d hate that you study for hours, sometimes days at a time, without pause, forgetting to sleep, eat, or complete anything necessary for basic hygiene. If Jake were here, you can almost hear the admonishments, the way he’d push you into a hot bath filled with bubbles. You can almost feel the careful pressure of his hands in your hair, the way he’d wash you clean before quieting your mind in only the way he can, with soft words and sweet kisses, drugging your body with his own until there’s nothing left in your head except for exhaustion and him. But he's not here.

Jake's been in depositions and meetings from early in the morning to late at night, and you can't, you won't disturb him when he's on a case that could decide his whole career. The three-hour time difference doesn't help either. Either you're sleeping - fitfully, barely - when he calls, or he's busy when you do. So you've had to con yourself, delude yourself into believing you can make do. You've completed years of grueling coursework without a cheerleader before, right? So how come it feels like an insurmountable obstacle the minute your one cheerleader has to go on a business trip for a bit over a month? You're stronger than that. You're better than that.

Your thesis will be done and defended in three days, and you'll have a Master's Degree in Marine Biology. Two days after that, Jake will be home. Home in time for graduation. Home for hopefully a good long while, and you're not going to let him out of bed until you can't feel your feet anymore and have slept for at least 48 hours. 

Three days to your degree and five until you’ll see Jake again. It's a motto you find yourself chanting mindlessly as you chug down energy drinks and scarf down instant ramen when your stomach growls disinterestedly between bouts of review and last-minute paper edits. Three Days. Then Two.

It may not have been healthy, but it worked. The door latches with a soft snick as you tiredly kick your heels off. The wool of your skirt itches, and the button-down and cardigan you're wearing to complete the outfit feel like the most oppressive pieces of fabric you've ever worn. There's concealer caked under your eyes in a futile effort to hide the dark, deep-set bags. Your hands tremble as you remove your jewelry, and your fingers are uncooperative as they fight with the tiny latches and closures. 

But you did it. Your exams are done, every single research paper has been submitted with perfect APA formatting, and your thesis has been approved. You're done with school. A part of you can’t believe it. If you squint, you're pretty sure you can still see your thesis in front of your eyes. Hell, you're sure if you get a couple of drinks in you, you could probably recite the damn thing, all thirty-plus pages and citations from memory. The first thing you'd done once you'd left the building was text Jake the news before you headed home. Now all you want is to sleep and then eat your weight in something home-cooked. The order is non-negotiable - you're sleeping first, even if it feels like your stomach will stage a rebellion and make you walk the plank!

You're less than gentle as you rip all the clothes off, leaving a trail of dour black fabric behind you as you walk into the ensuite. Your motions are mechanical as you roughly swipe the makeup off of your face and collapse into bed wearing just your panties. The mattress feels like heaven, the fabric cushioning your every curve until you feel like you could float away at the slightest provocation. Your eyes are even heavier than they were a minute ago, and you're nearly asleep when your phone rings.

“Baby Blue,” Jake’s groaning into the phone, his voice gritty and deep, indescribably sweet as it spills down the microphone. “You beautiful, gorgeous thing. You did it! You’re graduating! You’ve got your Master’s degree!”

He sounds so excited, even though he must be exhausted. It’s already 7 PM in San Diego, which means it must be around 10 PM in New York, and you can still hear the sounds of the office around him in the background. 

“I did it, Jake.” You’re barely able to muster the requisite enthusiasm for your latest accomplishment.

“You did, beautiful girl. You did it!” His sigh sounds so fond, and you can hear the creak of the chair as he closes the door and another squeak as he settles back into the chair. “Now, why aren’t you as happy about it as I am, honey?”

“I - I am happy, Jake. But I’m just so tired right now. I just want you home. I want to sleep for a good long while, and then, maybe then, I’ll finally be happy, Jake.” Tears are gathering in your eyes to your embarrassment, and there is a heavy pressure on your chest.

“Awww, baby doll. It’s alright to feel exhausted and numb about what’s happening right now. You sound shattered, sweetheart. Definitely tired, and maybe a little bit like you haven’t been taking care of yourself, right?” You just hum in response, something lighting up inside your chest as your sniffling hum makes Jake chuckle. 

“It’s been hell for me, too.” You can almost picture it, how he’s leaning back in the chair, his tie undone with his hand in his hair. More than his pose, though, you’re sure you can see the exhales of breath inflating his chest, stretching taut the crisp button-down shirt he’s wearing. You’re just as sure that there are bags under his eyes that are a perfect match to your own. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, my Baby Blue.”

“God, I miss walking into the apartment at night to the sight of you in the kitchen, shaking that ass to music playing while cooking, belting the words at the top of your lungs. I miss the sleepy weekend afternoons when you had your head buried in one of your books on the sofa while I was working at the table. And fuck, sweetheart, I miss waking up to you in bed next to me.”

Shit, you love this man. His voice has you aching and longing in minutes. “Yeah? I miss you too, Jake. I don’t sleep as well without you in bed with me.”

“I'll be home soon, sweetheart. I'm not going to miss seeing you walk across that stage. Sleep tight!” The screen goes dark as Jake hangs up, and your final thought is how, if you weren’t exhausted, at least Jake would have made sure you got off. But it's not a problem. You'll make sure to show him how much you missed him when he gets home.

Of course, you’re not sure when Jake will be home. He promised he’d be home to see you walk the stage for your graduation. He promised. But you’re lined up alphabetically in your cap and gown, the nylon fabric stifling in the San Diego heat. You keep nervously checking your phone, but there’s been radio silence. You’re done with school, and you should be ready to celebrate. But you’re not sure you can - not without Jake. The nerves are swarming like butterflies in your stomach, but you have a feeling that what you’re feeling isn’t just nerves but disappointment. Your family hadn’t been able to fly to San Diego for graduation, opting to watch the video feed instead and call you later.

So you’re alone in this big auditorium—just you, wearing your horrible graduation robes, dark purple dress, and nude pumps. You aren’t even wearing any lingerie underneath the dress for Jake. More likely than not, you’re going to be going home alone, and the only person who’s going to see you in this dress is the mirror for a second time as you crawl into bed, buck-naked. You have to screw your face into a pleasant expression as the dean and your program heads each give their speeches and as you stand for the school anthem. The whole time, you're praying it'll be over soon so you can Uber home and face-plant into bed before you burst into tears.

Your grin is forced as your row stands and progresses sedately down the aisle. You thank the dean and your program head, smiling for the camera, hoping your mom won't pick up on how melancholy you are as she sees you walk across the television screen. You let your grimace drop the minute you're back in your seat. You scramble for your phone, pulling it out. There are loads of messages - from your parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and close friends back home, all overflowing with congratulations - it wouldn’t surprise you if your parents made an event of your graduation. You can almost see your childhood living room decked out in the school colors, everyone overage with a drink in their hands as they toast to your success. But there is nothing at all from Jake. This isn’t like him, not at all. But it’s a Tuesday, and he’s probably at work or in the courtroom. For all you know, he might even be on a plane home at the very moment.

You're on autopilot as you flip the tassel over to the other side and toss your beadboard hat into the air. Soon after, the hall is inundated with everyone here. You're still exhausted, and your social battery is far from charged as you battle your way through the crowd.  The sudden influx of people is too much, too soon. You feel lonely and cold as you skirt around groups of people, holding your phone to your ear as you call Jake. Each ring makes your heart sink lower and lower.

On the outskirts of the crowd, you keep calling your boyfriend. But you think you must be hearing things because the more you call, the more you hear Jake’s ringtone. He’s not here, and you’re sure of that fact. Jake is still in New York or on a plane. If he is in the building, why didn’t he come to find you right after the ceremony was over? Why aren’t you being hugged and kissed like you so badly want to be?

You’re fighting back tears, eyes burning as you push your way through the crowd. Nobody notices your distress or pain, even as you pass friends, your lab colleagues, and even your professors. You feel like you can finally breathe in the outskirts of the arena, and you tug your robe off with no little relief. That's when you see Jake standing there wearing a blue suit, a huge smile, and a bouquet of blue roses in his hands. Today, he cuts a gorgeous sight in the stadium, the navy blue fabric of his suit offsetting his gorgeous tan and fitted perfectly to his slim muscles. You faintly register your fellow graduates giggle at the sight of him because, damn, does he look too good to be true. But he only has eyes for you. Your heart skips a beat as you unbelievingly walk towards him.

“Happy Graduation, Baby Blue.” You collapse into his arms, your mortarboard hat crashing to the ground, not caring that Jake nearly drops the bouquets, petals cascading to the floor around you as you wrap your arms around him and hold tight like you can’t believe he’s there. His arms wrap securely around your frame as he presses gentle kisses against the top of your head. When you step away, he grins wide, dimples indenting his cheeks, fine wrinkles crinkling the corners of his eyes as he hands you the two bouquets. They haven’t lost many blossoms, and you tenderly bring the gossamer blooms to your face so you can sniff their beautiful scent.

“How did you get blue roses in San Diego in the middle of May?” He shrugs, smile softening at the sight of your face. You sniffle softly, and it feels like the rest of the world fades into silence. His hand rises to your face, carefully brushing your stray tears away. “For you, I’d do anything. Always. Today, when all I want is to celebrate all of your accomplishments? I’d do anything. So, I placed an order at a rosarium for their last bouquets of blue roses. I came straight here from the airport after picking it up. I didn’t get a seat, but I was standing at the back when you walked across the stage.”

This time, when you launch yourself at him, you’re smiling from ear to ear, and he’s laughing as he kisses you.

“Sweetheart, looking at you, I’d almost think you thought I wasn’t going to make it to your graduation!” He squeezes you around your waist and kisses your temple. You melt into the easy actions even as you momentarily hide your miserable thoughts from him. He’s right, though you’re not sure how he knew. You hadn’t expected Jake here today, and the lack of faith in the man you’re in love with stings in that place in your chest where your love for him grows. You feel guilty, plain and simple. The more you find yourself looking into those clear green eyes, the worse you feel. It’s only a matter of time before Jake discovers your deceit and before he tries to hold you accountable for your disloyalty. 

“C’mon, baby.” He grabs your mortarboard and robe from the floor in one hand and wraps the other around your shoulder. Obviously, he wants to have this conversation far away from the crowds of giggling girls and proud, crowing parents.

You’re walking through the parking lot in the blistering San Diego sunshine, sniffing at the tender blossoms of your bouquets, when Jake speaks again.

“Baby Blue. I want you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?” You nod because, over the past year and some change in your relationship with Jake, you’ve come to recognize the promise in that dark, sweet tone. “It sounds to me like you’ve been tired and stressed while I’ve been in New York. I know you haven’t been eating properly or sleeping properly. My baby Blue’s not been taking care of herself, has she?” He says it like it’s a fact and not a question, confident like he knows exactly what the answer is. “Maybe somebody should take their bratty baby in hand and show her how much she’s loved?”

You nod carefully, letting Jake crowd you up against a hot vehicle in the lot. His hands keep you from burning yourself on the hot metal, and when he tips your head up and to the side so he can kiss your throat, you realize you're pressed up against Jake's truck. How come you didn't notice? When Jake pulls away and smirks at you, you nod in response to his question, each jolt of your head punctuated by greedy, heaving breaths.

“Use your words, Baby Blue.” Jake’s eyes aren't the soft sage green you've come to adore, the color darkening until it’s the green of forest undergrowth, dark and rich. The heat in those cool, dark green eyes makes your voice dry up in your throat.

“I- I'd like that very much, Sir.” He kisses you once more, a firm yet tender press of his lips against yours at your polite response. “Get in the car, baby.”

Arousal swims in your veins, heady and potent, as you clamber into the seat and buckle up. He sets the bouquets carefully in the backseat along with your mortarboard, certificate of graduation, and robe. When Jake slips into the driver's seat with a heated look, you shiver in the seat. The A/C kicks on when the engine does, blasting cold air over your bare arms and legs. But you were shivering far before that, trapped by the heat in Jake's green gaze.

You can barely breathe by the time you get home. There's an ache between your thighs, and it feels like your entire body is strung tighter than a bowstring. Jake ushers you into the elevator, his hand a breath away from your skin for the entire ride up. It feels excruciatingly long, especially since you're rubbing your thighs together the whole way up. Jake's kept a low litany of filthy-tinged promises spilling into your ears, one brawny arm curled around your waist. When the door opens with a ding, you stumble, blue flowers nearly spilling out of your grasp as you toddle across the floor.

“Set the flowers in a vase, Baby Blue.” Jake's voice is a purr you couldn’t disobey if you tried. Your hands shake as you pull a vase out of one of the cabinets and fill it with water. You’re not sure you can think straight if you tried.

“Come here.”

Arousal curls wickedly through you as Jake pulls each of your shoes off, rubbing at the tense muscles of each calf. His hands leave burning trails across your skin as they trail up your sides. Your nipples furl into hard points, goosebumps rising up along your arms as he rises to look into your eyes.

“My beautiful, Baby Blue.” His cologne surrounds you in a heat-induced haze, big hands gentle as they tug your purple dress down until it pools around your bare feet. He growls when he sees what you're wearing under the dress, his breath hot against your bare skin.

“Fuck, baby doll. All this for me?”

You whimper, drugged by the feeling of one of his calloused fingers dragging torturously slowly over the peak of your bare breasts.

“Use your words, Baby Blue.”

“Y-yes.” You're stuttering, your knees close to giving out as he leads you towards the bedroom. This is even sexier, you're sure, because of how you're naked and he's not.

When he settles on the bed, jacket off and shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows and stares at you, you shiver again. Unbidden, you lean in, unconsciously chasing the feeling of his lips against yours. Jake lets you get close, close enough that your lips ghost over his. But you don’t get to kiss your boyfriend. His calloused fingers trap your right nipple, tugging gently at first, then pinching cruelly when you don't stop your crusade.

This time, your whine is of pain, pain which Jake soothes with broad strokes of his tongue against your abused flesh. Your arousal, which had been temporarily banished to the recesses of your mind by the sudden sharp sting of pain, slips to the forefront again.

“Baby Blue. Don’t be a brat.” His hands tip your chin up, squeezing your cheeks until your lips part and your eyes open to meet his. There's only the thinnest rim of green surrounding his pupils now. “I'm going to make you feel good, darling. I promised you I would. But we're doing so on my schedule, not yours. I'm aware how this greedy little pussy,” and oh, he's running his fingers through your folds in a way that makes your spine turn to water, “aches for me. But it's my greedy little pussy tonight. Not yours.”

You nod so hard you think you can feel your thoughts rattle.

“C'mere, darling.”

You fold into his arms easily, your hands resting obediently on his shoulders as your legs rest on either side of his slim hips. The new position puts your core in direct contact with the stiff bulge in Jake's perfectly tailored slacks, and you can feel his heat even through the layers of fabric.

“We're going to take things slow tonight.” Finally, he captures your lips in a kiss, teasing moans and whimpers from you as he plunders your mouth with teeth and tongue. You melt into him, carding your fingers through the soft silk of his hair, relishing in the prickle of his stubble across your cheeks and decolletage as he peppers kisses across your goosebump-covered skin. You lose yourself in the heady, tender kisses and the feeling of his mouth and hands all over you. 

It comes to you in vignettes of color and sparks of sound, your memory of that first whirling orgasm. Jakes's moans when you grind down onto him. Your whines as he nips at your skin. His growl as you tug on his overly long hair. When he kneads your bare ass, you come with a scream, back arched, chest heaving, your cunt trembling from the aftershocks. Your eyes are blurry, and you can barely breathe as Jake kisses you again and again.

“Fuck, darling.” Jake’s growl makes your pussy pulse in need. “You came so hard you soaked my pants, Baby Blue.”

His voice darkens, the growl deepening as he manhandles you as he wants. “Did Sir tell you to come?”

With your ass up across his lap, nipples so hard the soft fabric of the slacks are nearly too much, you can’t reply. Jake's big hands smooth over the curve of your ass, making you whimper as they part your cheeks, long fingers delving through your wet folds and making you moan. Your eyes flutter closed until a sharp smack is delivered to your exposed cheeks. You jolt forward across his lap, a sharp gasp leaving your lips.

“Baby Blue, count your punishment for Sir.” Jake’s hands massage soothingly over your flushed skin. “Loud and proud, baby. We'll keep going until you say every number. We're going to ten. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” Your voice is a breathy gasp mixed with a moan as Jake's hands rub across your skin.

“Count, doll.”

The first official smack on your ass makes your skin prickle even more with arousal and, surprisingly, relief. “One”

Your skin feels hot and flushed. Your cunt twinges and throbs.

“T-two”

“Th-three, sir, please.”

“F-four, please, Jake!”

“F-five.”

You're sobbing, cheeks wet, ass stinging and heated, voice catching as you spit the numbers out. 

“S-six. Seven. EIGHT. N-nine.”

“P-Please, Sir. I can’t. No more.”

“One more, my beautiful baby. You can do it.”

You’re babbling and sobbing as Jake smacks your sore ass one more time. You’re not sure you choked the last number out. You feel like you’re floating, every inch of your stress and worries over school, graduation, and when Jake will be home melting away. You grab at Jake's hands as he pulls you up until your face is pressed against his shoulder. Your ass burns as you perch on one of your boyfriend's thick thighs.

“Shit, baby doll.” You hum vacantly, snuggling against his shoulder, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt. He moves your face back and forth as he wipes away your tears. “You look so beautiful like this for me.”

“Wanna be beautiful for you, sir.” You’re slurring, words seeming to slip from between your dry lips unbidden.

“You’re so beautiful for me always, my Baby Blue.” He lays you carefully down on the cool satin sheets, fingers gentle as they trail over your bare skin.

“Can I show you how beautiful you are?” It’s a question. It's not an order. For the first time since your night began, you feel your arousal drain away.

“S-sir?” Your voice is hoarse and quiet. “C-can we cuddle? Missed feeling your hands on my skin. Missed feeling your skin against mine.”

“Of course, baby.” You watch while lying on your stomach as Jake strips off hurriedly, vacantly noting the dark patch at the front of his boxers. It’s quiet and dark in the room, and if you concentrate, you can hear clanking in the kitchen. He bustles back in with a tray in his hands but doesn’t stop to do more than kick off his boxers. When he walks back in from the bathroom, this time with a cool, soft cloth that he lays on your aching ass, you hum, lifting yourself up on your elbows and pursing your lips instinctively.

“You came?” Unbidden, Jake swoops in to kiss your pursed lips.

“Of course I did. You looked so beautiful for me, my Baby Blue.” He shrugs, a chuckle shaking the bed as he drags the cloth across your skin, leaving a cool, soothing dampness behind. “Seeing you come like that, in my lap? It was too much to handle.”

“You have no idea how in love with you I am, do you, Blue?” You slide under the sheets, taking your customary position with your back against his chest. You’re both seated, for now, in a position that allows Jake to press the cool juice from a glass against your lips. You sip until you’re sated, nibbling on the cheese and crackers he hands you obediently. “I’m not sure I ever told you why I was on icanbeyourbaby.com all that time ago.”

He chuckles at your open mouth as he presses a cherry onto your awaiting tongue. “It was a dare, in all honesty.” 

You turn in unease at his words, needing to see his face all of a sudden. Your chest is tight, and it feels like you’re struggling to breathe at the connections your mind is making because of his words. He pecks the tip of your nose, still smiling even at your confusion and the hurt pout on your lips. One big hand finds your hip as he sets the bowl of cherries back on the tray.

“To be clear, sweetheart, you weren’t a bet. Joining icanbeyourbaby was.” All of a sudden, you find you can breathe again. 

“You remember Bradshaw from work?” You nod because Bradley Bradshaw is Jake’s biggest competition to make partner at the firm. “He got tired of seeing me in the office at all hours of day and night, working endlessly. Before I met you, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t home more than once a week. I napped on the sofa in my office, and I used the gym in the building to shower. I didn’t have a life. You, my gorgeous Baby Blue, changed everything. You made this lonely apartment home. You made me want to live my life and, moreover, made me want to enjoy the life I have.”

Your face feels red hot and flushed as you bury it into his shoulder. He still smells like his cologne, and his skin is smooth and warm.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, sweetheart.” His chuckles shake your body.

“I love you, my Baby Blue.” You smile in your curled-up position against his smooth, warm shoulder. “Anything you need, I will make sure you get.”

“And I promise you, I will always be there to support you.”

You sniffle, and that small sound is enough to have Jake pulling you up until he can see your eyes. His hands cup your face and brush away your tears once again.

“I'm sorry, Jake.”

“What're you apologizing for, baby doll?” He sounds adorably confused.

“I should never have doubted you. You're so sweet and kind and worldly. Meanwhile, there's me. I just graduated from school, and I feel like I barely know what I'm doing with my life.”

You press your hand over his mouth because you can tell he's gearing up to say something. “Wait, wait, wait! It's true, I don't know what I'm going to do next. I'm just tired of this relationship always being you taking care of me. You say I've changed your life. But I didn't even do it consciously. But since the day we met, you've been taking care of me over and over again.”

“Sweetheart, our relationship has us both on an equal playing field.” His eyes are beseeching as he holds you securely against him. “We’re in this together. It doesn’t matter that we're in different stages of our lives. The only thing that matters is how much we love each other.”

Much later that night, after a bath and a massage, your limbs feeling like jelly as you melt into bed, Jake's words stick with you. It's at that moment that you vow to be the best girlfriend and partner you can be. No matter what happens, you'll be there for Jake, however, and whenever he needs it.

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✨ thebirdandthebee Masterlist ✨

welcome to my master list! more often than not, my work has smut, so please be warned. 18+ is the preference here. I write primarily for Top Gun: Maverick and Hulu’s The Bear, though this could change in the future.

Top Gun

Imagine Me & You: A Jake Seresin Fic

Intro: Red Bottoms, Blue Box

Chapter 1: French 75

Chapter 2: Making Headway

Chapter 3: Mouth Breather

Chapter 4: Hot Sauce

Chapter 5: Come Back, Be Here

Chapter 6: A Dream

Chapter 7: Pump the Brakes

Chapter 8: Size 6

One Shots

Wrong About Bob (18+) Bob Floyd

Don’t Touch My Boots Bob Floyd ft. Coveting Hangman

In A Twist (18+) Bob Floyd

Aw Honey Honey (18+) Jake Seresin

Act Accordingly Bradley Bradshaw

Call Him Daddy (18+) Bradley Bradshaw

Mighty Fine (18+) Bradley Bradshaw

The Bear

Easy As: A Carmen Berzatto Universe

This series is not in chronological order and can be read as separate one-shots

Boka / Sugar Mama / Irish Spring / Pastina / Grasshoppers / Call V / Manscape / Salt n Vinegar / Webbing / Roommate / Tasting / Patrick Kane / Tostones / Biceps / Bleachers / Funny Valentine / Hushpuppies / Drew Barrymore / Smoke / Dancing Bears / All Yours / Dog Pile / Facts are Facts / Spring Break / Imposter / Cast / Baby Broccoli / Tips / Sous / Beard / Mush

Standalone Carmen Blurbs

Pregnancy Fluff

Post-Birth Fluff

Jealous Carmen 18+

Cuddling Carmen

Babymoon Smut 18+

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