I peg Hangman for a guy with a good sense of humor.
Imagine request - him stopping for a moment with his eyes closed and hands together before going down on female reader, and she wonders what's going on, and he says something along the lines of "saying grace before my meals" and reader breaks out into laughter and Hangman suddenly turns the laughter into screams.
OK bye.
PS. You're one of my absolute favorites on Tumblr ā¤ļø
have you heard the good word?
jake āhangmanā seresin x reader
ļæ« c/w: kissing, oral sex, fem receiving, jake and his sense of humor, fluff, fluff, fluff.
ļæ« a/n: this idea made me cry with laughter, thank you so much for this and for your kind words my dear anon!! iām so sorry this has been in my inbox for ages, but i hope you enjoy it none the less!!
ļæ« this is part of sebās soft sunday. find the other fics here! š
From day one Jake made you laugh. From your first date all the way to when you were hunched over your kitchen table, shaking with worry that you couldnāt pay this months rent, Jake was there to make you laugh. Even his corny dad jokes started to grow on you and you realized he had a pretty good sense of humor for someone who was all tits and teeth.
He made you laugh when all you wanted to do was cry, he got giggles out of you that sounded like nothing either of you had ever heard before, he made your stomach hurt from laughter, begging him to stop otherwise youād wet yourself.
In tow, this meant the sex would be giggly and soft. For the most part of Jakeās life heās always had to hold up some sort of wall, but when he was with you he could shed his cocky and egotistical demeanour and be himself with you.
Your head was resting in between the soft pillows and a sigh of relief left your lungs. Youād had a day that you could only deem as āhellishā and your sweet Jake was about to make it up to you.
This was another thing Jake could do well since day one. Eat you out within an inch of your life.
Jake could devour you like a three course meal and he wouldnāt let up when you were done with your second course. He would tell you when he was done, in between nips and sucks on the soft flesh of your thighs before nudging his nose along your clit and diving straight back in.
Your thighs were bent at the knee and spread. You could feel the usual and teasing trace of Jakeās lips press featherlight kisses along your thighs. His large hands were curled around your thighs as to hold you in place. You wouldnāt dream of going anywhere else right now, but Jake needed to have you right here with your already wet cunt in his face.
You let your heavy eyes, exhausted from the day, close and let your mind focus on his fleeting touches. Your whole body was melting into his mouth and hands so you were to become one with each other. You could feel his warm breath edge closer and closer to your core and you instinctively wiggled your hips out of pure excitement. You were ready to let your mind go completely blank and feel only Jakeās teeth sucking on your clit, until you felt his hands pull off from your thighs and his warmth distance further away from your cunt.
Your eyes flew open. Oh God, was something wrong?
You perched yourself up on your elbows and furrowed your eyebrows at the sight before you. Jake had his eyes closed and his hands were clasped together, fingers interlinking with each other. You couldnāt hear what he was saying but you saw his lips mumble incoherently.
āJake- what are you doing?ā
You cocked your head to the side and Jake opened one eye to squint at you.
āIām saying grace before meals.ā
You let out a snort of laughter and covered your mouth with your hand to stifle the loud laughter. Jake let out a snicker in response and he broke out into his all familiar Hollywood smile that dazzled you from day one.
You lay your head back down to the pillows and your laughter turned to giggles as you waited patiently for Jake to finish his grace, still wearing his signature smirk.
āYou had me so worried. Never took you for a religious ma- fuck!ā
Your words stuttered as you could feel Jakeās lips attach to your clit out of no where. His hands were back around your thighs holding your cunt as close as he could to his face, tongue buried in between your folds as to eagerly taste you.
Your hands shot to his hair and tugged on the blonde. Jake let out a low groan against you and the vibrations caused a squeal to escape your lips.
āMm, with a cunt tasting this good, it would be a sin not to say grace.ā
āThis is by far the coolest moment of my career, as far as honors goes. As far as being in a room for people I have the utmost respect for.ā Glen Powell cleaning up real nice after the entire morning at the Alabama vs Texas College football game xD. He accepted the Bob Hope Award at Knoxville later in the afternoon looking dapper and sharp in that suit, bowtie and golden retriever blonde hair. ;) plus his lovely parents were also interviewed.
āyou know thatās not the case. she adores you.ā with iceman or hangman pleaseā!! (I love my little blondies š„ŗ)
listen I know the prompts list says "Best Friends with Benefits" but the idea popped into my head and it's not leaving.
pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x female!Mitchell
synopsis: Reader is a single mom and Ice is worried her daughter doesn't like him
warnings: cursing, tears, a lil dash of angst
prompts list!
Ice wasn't sure what to do. He had thought that everything was going fine. When he had met you, he had no idea that you were Maverick's little sister. To him, you were just the gorgeous girl at the bar and Ice wanted to get to know you. But, like Maverick, you didn't see past the flyboy act and promptly put Ice in his place, which made him fall even harder for you.
Ice had asked you out a total of fifteen times before you finally said yes. You had you reservations and rightfully so. It wasn't just yourself that you had to look out for, you had your adorable daughter Finley to look out for as well.
Finley was the most adorable four year old had ever laid your eyes on. She had green eyes like you and your brother, and dark hair. She was smart, and kind, and loved to play dress up. You were nervous to go out with Ice because of her. Most men like Ice weren't ready for a family, or didn't want one at all.
It wasn't until after the third date that you told Ice about Finely, and it wasn't until after the third month of dating you let him meet her. Maverick had demanded that he was there when Ice met his niece, which you allowed. It was quite the scene to watch Maverick's small frame try to square up with Ice's nearly 6'2 self. But just like you, Ice fell in love with Finley the first time he met her.
Now, the two of you had been together for almost a year. The both of you were ready to take the next step, of having Ice move in with you. Finley had seemed excited at first, until she didn't. One night she even told you flat out that she didn't want Ice to move in. You told her that wasn't very kind to say and she stomped her feet down the hall. You had pushed back Ice's moving in date, still letting him stay over though to somewhat help Finley get acclimated to Ice being there.
And that's when the real trouble started.
First, she put a red sock in the laundry with all of Ice's white work t-shirts, turning the whole batch pink. Next, she put syrup in his shampoo bottle. The last straw was when she scribbled on his flight plans he needed for his promotion board. You had yelled at her and set her in timeout, which caused her to fight and scream as you told her to sit in the corner.
"I HATE YOU MOMMY!" Finley screamed at the top of her lungs from the kitchen. You sighed and sat down on the couch, rubbing her temples. Ice sat down quietly next to you, having stayed out of the way as you dealt with Finley. He never overstepped when it came to you parenting her, helping out and filling in when he was needed.
"I'm sorry," Ice said, grabbing your hand, "I made it a bigger deal, I can get copies made tomorrow and fix-"
"Your promotion board is tomorrow," You said, running your hands through your hair.
"I can wake up early and get it. Babe, it's really no big deal," You shook your head and Ice let out a sharp breath, "I don't want to make things harder on you. Maybe. . . maybe it's not a good thing. . . right now, for us?"
"What are you saying?" You snapped your head up to look at your boyfriend. Ice bit his lip as he processed his words.
"Y/N, Finley doesn't like me."
"Yes she does!"
"She's been having issues since the day you said I was moving in. She doesn't want me here and I don't want to make things worse for her or for you."
"You know that's not the case! She adores you, Tom! She wants you here as much as I do," You could feel your throat starting to constrict as you grabbed Ice's hands, "Please, Ice, we both love you."
"And I love you both too," Tom sniffled as he felt tears in his eyes, "You know I would do anything and everything for the both of you. . . Which is why I have to do this. . . I'm breaking up with you."
"Tom-"
"I can't put this stress on you and Finley. It's not fair. I will always be around for you two though, whenever you need me to," You nodded and looked down at your conjoined hands. Tom leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of his lips on your skin, before pulling back and heading for the door.
You sat on the couch for a moment, and let out a soft sob as the timer in the kitchen went off. You wiped your tears and went to go get your daughter. You hadn't noticed that the house was quiet now, and Finley had stopped screaming. She was still sitting in the corner, but now facing you and a look of guilt in her eye.
"I'm sorry, mommy," She said softly.
"It's okay, baby," You kneeled down in front of her and wiped a tear from her eye, "Come on, let's go get you in the tub and in pajamas."
Finley nodded and took your hand. As she passed the front door, her eyebrows furrowed, "Where's Iceman's bag? It's always right here." She pointed to the spot where Ice's backpack usually sat. You closed your eyes and shook your head.
"Not here, c'mon baby."
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It took Finley less than a day to realize something was wrong. One, it was a Tuesday and she was getting ice cream with Uncle Mav, something that only happened on Thursdays after ballet class. Two, Iceman's bag hadn't been back in his spot since Sunday and he hadn't been there to read "The Rainbow Fish" after bath time (he did the voices better than you).
"Is Iceman sick?" Finley asked Maverick.
"No? He's been at work. Why do you ask, shortcake?" Maverick had been calling Finley that since the day she was born.
"Mommy has been reading The Rainbow Fish."
Maverick sighed. You had told him about the breakup, which was part of the reason for the early ice cream date so you could have some time alone, and wasn't sure how to tell Finley about it.
"Well Finnie. . . Your mommy and Iceman are going through what grownups call a 'break up'."
"Why?"
"Because your mommy and Ice needed to. . . for you."
"Me?" She asked, her eyes growing wide, "Was it me that caused mommy to cry the other night?"
"Yeah, FinnBug, it was," Maverick said honestly, "You haven't been nice to Mr. Iceman and it hurt his feelings to see you and your mommy so sad, so he decided to do what was best for you."
"But Mommy is sad!"
"I know, but it's only temporary. She'll be okay soon."
Finley thought for a moment. Maverick watched that crease in her forehead, between her eyebrows, it was the same one that he and you got when you'd think.
"I need to say sorry. Can you help me?"
Maverick nodded and wiped a bit of ice cream from Finley's face. She then told Maverick that she needed to make a card and get a package of mint gum (Ice's favorite) and then go to base to apologize. Maverick followed through on his orders (like the four year old was some two star admiral) and held Finley's hand as they walked through the doors of the hangar.
"Hey! Shortcake!"
"Uncle Slider!" Finley exclaimed as the tall RIO picked her up and tickled her, "No, Uncle Slider! You'll ruin my card!"
"A card? It's not my birthday, or Uncle Mavs, or Uncle Wolfs-"
"No! It's for Mr. Iceman!" Slider looked up at Maverick, who shrugged. The RIO set Finley back down and she smoothed out her dress, "Now, where is he?" She demanded, tilting her head all the way up to be able to look at the man.
"In his office, shortcake," Slider smiled at her and moved out of the way as she marched to his office, "Now that one. . . she's going to be trouble when she joins."
"You mean if, Slider, if, she joins," Maverick commented and followed after his niece.
Finley took a deep breath before knocking on the door, hearing a quiet 'come in' after it. She stood on her tiptoes as she turned the knob and walked into his office. Ice was working on redrawing his flight plans and looked up briefly, but did a double take seeing those beautiful green eyes.
"Finley? What are you doing here? Wh-who brought-"
"Uncle Mav did," Finley said and then held the card out, "For you."
Ice stood up from his seat and walked over to her. He took the card from her, and opened it. He instantly smiled seeing the crayon drawn stick figures and scribbled writing. Below her writing in pencil were the translated words, probably from Maverick.
'Dear Mr. Iceman, I'm sorry I was mean to you. You make Me and Mommy happy. We love you. From Finnie'
"You drew this?" Iceman asked the little girl, who nodded.
"It's me, mommy, uncle Mav, Mr. George the neighbor, Garfield the cat, Uncle Goose in heaven and you."
Ice smiled brightly and kneeled down on the ground, "C'mere." Finley ran into his open arms and hugged him tightly. He squeezed her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, "I love you both, Finley. So much."
"Will you come home?" Finley looked up at him with big green puppy dog eyes.
"Do you want me too?" Finley nodded enthusiastically. Iceman chuckled, "Well, I guess we better get going." Ice stood up from the ground and walked back to his desk to gather his things. He picked up his backpack and put it over one shoulder, before taking Finley's hand and heading for the parking lot.
I think Iām going to be a pretty kick-ass uncle. Iām good at spoiling people without the responsibility. When I first moved out to L.A. to be an actor, this family knew that I was a pretty big athlete back in Texas, and they said, āYou can live in our house for free if you coach our kid in football, basketball, and lacrosse.ā So I was coaching all these sports teams and I got to live at this house in Bel Airāthis nine-acre estateāfor free. It was amazing. Their son was 10 years old and Iād take him and his friends out for frozen yogurt, take them to dances and their friendsā houses and weād kick it over there. The responsibility of making sure a kid lives is not something Iām ready for quite yet, but Iām ready to take them out and have a good time.
i promise iām not taking it to hear but damn, since i want to join. but all really hate on them
i need to know the drama between branches
idk if itās actual beef or just like running jokesš Chair Force, Puddle Pirates, Crayon Eaters stuff like that.
tbh youāre smart for joining the Air Force, yāall get some crazy benefits and bonuses. plus, i hardly ever hear about yāall sleeping out in the field for three weeksš¤¦āāļøš
