A while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice.
These are all of the kisses that came out of it.
⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...
From an ask on Tumblr from @/thedroneranger: Star! For the Write a Kiss prompt... Hangman/reader, No. 46 😈
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You and Jake Seresin have been teetering on the edge of something for a very long time. He flirts unendingly with you. While at first, you were horribly flustered by him, eventually, you realized that the only way to deal with him was to flirt back. As you're on the other side of his comms pretty much all day, the two of you quickly drive everyone on base crazy with your banter. If you were a betting girl (which you're not), you'd bet good money that there was a pool for when you and Jake would figure your shit out.
The truth is, you're not sure that either of you will figure your shit out. You're somewhere between besotted and pining where Jake is concerned. He's a bit harder to read. He flirts with you and any other woman he gets his eyes on and takes them home, too. The one date you've been on since you came to North Island was crashed by Jake. You've tried everything to catch Jake's attention. All you can do now is make him jealous.
It's a breezy summer night when you walk into the Hard Deck with heels on and a gorgeous flowy Hawaiian print dress. Your back is bare, and your lips are crimson as you saunter toward the Daggers near the pool tables.
"Hi, Roo." Your voice is a hushed purr that has a blush rising on his cheeks. "Dance with me?" His hands are hot on your skin as he puts his hands on your waist and spins you around on the dance floor.
"Baby," The prickle of his mustache against your cheek is just as addictive a sensation as the eyes searing into your skin. "Not that I mind dancing with you, but Hangman's glaring at me like he wants to murder me. What're you up to, pretty girl?"
"Nothing, Roo." Your smile is gentle as he pulls you in closer, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath across your face and smell the whiskey on his tongue.
"You're making him jealous, aren't you?" You shrug, the skirts of your dress swishing around your knees as you stand on tiptoes and peck Bradley on the cheek as the final notes of the song peter out.
The night air is cool on your flushed cheeks as you stagger out from the crowded bar and onto the back porch. It's finally time to see if your play with Rooster had the right effect on the right audience. If not, you might just have to throw in the towel.
The hands that turn you around have heat rising in your blood for a wholly different reason. It's Jake, his hair in disarray, looking at you like you're something special he's just seeing for the first time. You part your lips, trying to say something, but you don't get to.
The kiss Jake presses to your lips could be called a kiss only as a technicality. It's all teeth and wet with saliva. He sucks your lips into his mouth, bites at them, and sucks on your tongue. It's a fight for dominance. When he pulls away, your chest is heaving. Your lipstick is smeared across Jake's face and your mouth, too.
"That was to prove to Bradshaw that you're mine. We clear on that, Honey?" At Jake's growl, you slide your panties off, carefully retrieving them from the decking and press them into his front jeans pocket.
"Crystal." If the light breeze reveals a bit of your bare ass to Jake, well then he should consider that an incentive to take you home.
