How about a WWII blurb with Hangman? He and the F!Reader meet at a USO dance and he sweeps her away. Suggestive content a bonus :)
—𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄
jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!reader
warning(s): 18+ for suggestive content, f!reader, some war talk inaccuracies, 40s!jake seresin (yes he is a warning)
wc: 711
a/n: u should’ve seen my face when i read this rq omg. ty for sending it in!! i love this <3
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“Ma’am, I assure you. I may be in the Navy, but I’m no sailor.” The dapper man with the perfectly slicked back blond hair and emerald green eyes said to you with an outstretched hand.
Stay away from the sailors. That’s what you told yourself at every one of these USO events. You’ve consoled enough of your friends to know that they were bad news.
Yet swaying in the middle of the dance floor in Lieutenant Jake Seresin (of the VF-15 Fighting Aces) arm’s easily became the highlight of your night.
He was charming, that’s for sure. The epitome of everything the US Navy stood for. All he had to do was flash you that blinding Hollywood smile and you were hooked.
Your chin was resting on his shoulder as you breathed in the subtle smell of his cologne. He was humming along to the the big band tune that echoed through the dance hall as he swung the two of you around like a hurricane.
The sound of your laughter makes Jake beam and he pulls you closer with the arm that’s set around your lower back. “Not bad for someone who claims to be a klutz,” he says into your ear.
You playfully roll your eyes and pull back to face him. “You think you’re real funny don’t you, anchor clanker?”
“You wound me, doll.” He presses his forehead to your temple as he looks down at you earnestly.
That makes you chuckle and he spins you once more to the climax of the song, dipping you right as it ends.
There’s a look in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. You knew what was coming next so you rip yourself out of his hold.
Jake frowns, softly taking your hand.
The band had begun playing another song. The sea of couples continue to flutter around you in your stand still.
“Thanks for the dance, Lieutenant. But the answer is no,” you state with your arms crossed.
“No?”
“All you Navy men are the same. You put on some of that charm, whisk us off to bed, and break our hearts right after.”
He shakes his head, gently tugging you closer. Jake gently cups the side of your face. “Oh, sugar, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m not like those other fellas. My heart’s only set on you.” He may have just met you but he knew that there was nothing, not even the impending war, that would stop him from being yours.
You’re suspicious. Of course you are. But his tender gaze and the soft brush of his thumb against your skin made you only want him more. “How do I know you’re not pulling my leg?”
“Let me show you. Let me prove to you I’m more than just a,” he pauses with a sigh. “an anchor clanker.”
You can’t help but laugh. This was the most alive you have felt in months. The war has been nothing but a thorn in your heel, reminding you of the bad times ahead. That all seemed to disappear with Jake Seresin. There was no denying something was there.
“Alright, Lieutenant. Prove it and I’m yours.”
He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. He presses a wet kiss against your cheek and you squeal. “How about I start with showing you how I ride?”
Your cheeks heat up at his insinuation. The smirk on his face let’s you know he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Jake!”
“What? I was talking about taking you as my date to the upcoming Air Show my fleet is flying in!” He watches your jaw fall slack and your fist clench into the fabric of your skirt. That lights a fire in him Jake has never felt before. He feels it in his chest before it shoots up his neck and down to his trousers. He leans in closer. Close enough that his lips are brushing the skin of your earlobe. “Don’t worry, sugar, we can test how that rides on our third date.”
Jake winks before strolling off to the bar, leaving you looking a mess in the middle of the floor.
“Lieutenant Seresin, you are gonna be the death of me” you mutter under your breath to calm your racing heart.
Stay away from the sailors. Unless their name is Jake Seresin.
okay, how about fake it, a trip to the beach/pool with Jake?
“This is the first time a girl complained underneath me.” Jake says sarcastically, face stuffed into the crook of your neck and sun beating down on his sun-screened back.
Sandwiched between a striped beach towel and Jake’s tanned body, you fight the urge to just turn your head and bite his ear off. The same stupid ear that wasn’t in full attention when you told him that he was in charge of bringing the umbrella.
“I can't believe you forgot to bring the one thing we needed,” you angrily mumble, instead.
You blow air through your nose. “If you weren’t so busy trying to find our matching bathing suits, which we didn’t need to wear, then maybe I could be hiding from the sun under a nice umbrella and not you.”
Readjusting himself, Jake lifts his grinning mouth up to your ear.
“Do you always talk this much when a guy is on top of you? I can do a thing or two and shut you right up, Princess,” he crudely whispers, clearly aiming to get a reaction out of you.
Too annoyed to realize that—you give into what he wants.
“I’m so telling your mom you said that!” You shriek at the vulgar implication.
With your hands wrapped around his middle, you pinch the skin of his sides but he laughs instead of winces at your offense.
Jake slightly shifts from above you as his laughter simmers down and suddenly, you feel something firm sitting in the pocket of his shorts against you when he comes to a still.
“You’re so—what is in your swim trunks?” You manage to wriggle underneath him, your inner thigh brushing against the mysterious object again.
“It’s uh, kinda poking me. Did you leave the sunscreen bottle in your pocket?” You add on, brows pinched together, trying to recall where he put Banana Boat sunblock after slathering you both in it.
Jake freezes, contemplating his entire life leading up to this moment.
Slowly, realization dawns on you at his odd silence. “Jake that’s not…it’s not what I think it is right?”
“It’s not—,” he rushes to defend himself. “Princess I swear on that dead hamster we had, it’s the fuckin’ sunscreen, okay.”
Laughing awkwardly, you both tighten your grip around each other, choosing to believe his clear lie.
Do you happen to know the fic where Bradley and Reader are driving down the highway listening to the playlist he created for them with specific songs attached to specific memories, and a song comes on the radio that the reader doesn't know, and he pulls off the highway and they screw in the Bronco, and when they get back on the road she asks him again and he tells her that that was the song that was playing the time they pulled off the highway to screw in the Bronco?
hello my love!! i don’t i’m afraid, however i’m putting this out there for anyone else who might know and can help us out!! 💌💖
