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 Tumble from @/clancycucumber230: Loving the kiss blurbs. Could I request 36-To give up control with Hangman please?
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He's been an absolute menace tonight, completely obnoxious and succeeding in annoying everyone in his vicinity. You're not exactly sure why he's turned the Hangman charm up to 1000 or why he's so insistent on using it, but you can read the expressions on Phoenix's and Rooster's faces. They're moments away from snapping and goading Jake into a fight where he'll destroy every friendship he's made in Miramar in moments.
You're the only person Jake can't tear to shreds, so you take one for the team, grabbing a pair of shots from the tray Fanboy carries by you. Downing one, you inject some sensuality into your stance and a sway to your hips as you walk towards your quarry. You're immediately grateful for the skimpy sundress you pulled on after training, because this technique doesn't work as well when you're wearing your khakis. You hold the other between two fingers and slip into the space between Hangman and the pool table.
"Hangman," You smile softly up at him, but you've never seen this particular look on his face.
"Skye." Jake's brow is furrowed as he looks down at you. "Can you move? I'm trying to play pool here."
"You play pool every night, Jake. Here, take a shot and come dance with me." You push the shot into his hand and tug the pool cue out of his grasp. You ignore his sputtering as you turn and hit the final ball into the pocket. If your ass brushes up against his pelvis as you do so, then what harm would that one flirtatious touch do? You're grinning when Jake downs the shot before towing you onto the dance floor. The daggers aren't at the Hard Deck tonight, something you're glad for because at least now you don't have to worry about admirals seeing you grind up against your colleague.
"What're you playing at Skye?" Jake's voice is a barely restrained growl as his hands find their place on your hips.
You turn in his arms, sliding your arms around his neck as he looks down at you.
"Playing? I'm not playing at all. You're in a shit mood tonight and you're taking it out on your squadron. So I intervened."
Jake just lets go of you before roughly grabbing your upper arm and spitting, "Thanks for your intervention little miss peacekeeper. You can run along back to Phoenix and Roo and get your prize for being such a good girl. A pity-fuck won't be enough to work me out of this mood."
He leaves you in the middle of the dance floor feeling embarrassed and angry. Phoenix and Rooster both give you twin shocked and pitying looks which you ignore as you march right after the big blonde headache your heart has claimed without permission.
"That temper tantrum in there was great and all, but do you want to tell me what is actually happening to you?" Your voice is almost too loud in the sudden quiet of the beach outside.
He seems shocked to see you standing on the beach next to where he's sitting and looks very sorry.
"M'sorry. You're not a pity fuck. You wouldn't be one." You shake your head before sitting in his lap in the sand.
"I know. You forget that I know you. It's been years. We've been wingmen for so long that I know everything about you, maybe even better than you know yourself." You cup his jaw gently before kissing him.
You take control of the kiss, licking into his mouth as Jake goes pliant under you. It's a heated kiss, something filthy that sends heat shooting down your spine and bursting across every nerve in your body. When you pull away, Jake's staring at you like he's never seen you before.
"What was that for?" His lips are parting and his chest is heaving as you examine your handiwork.
"Sometimes bratty boys need to know who's in charge. If you take me home, I can show you exactly how in charge I can be?" Your squeal is sharp as he hefts you up over his shoulder and deposits you into the passenger seat of his truck before running back to the bar. He walks out with your purse in one hand as Rooster and Phoenix follow behind him like ducklings.
"I paid your tab, darling. Now take me home." His voice is anything but quiet and you make sure to flip Phoenix off as her eyes light up and she starts blowing up your phone. If only you'd known that the best way to get Hangman to behave was with a kiss.
