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delulu-hours · 7 months

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Dog tags

Pairing: Jake Seresin x F!reader

Summary: Where reading a book has you fantasying about Jake and his dog tags as he has his way with you.

Waring: 18+ smut, unprotected, biting

A/n: Thank you @agentorange9595 for the request and the lovely idea! On a side not, I am not good at writing smut, but I hope you like it.

You couldn't help but bite your lip as you read the book in hand, fighting back a smile and the urge to giggle. Jake had been out for training, and you knew he would be back late, so you decided to finish the book you were reading. It was about a grumpy special op who fell in love with this badass sunshine girl. You had cried with the female lead when she learned about the terrible past the male lead had and the torture he went through during his ops. The romance was there, and it was hot. And there were several instances where they had hot, rough, and steamy sex. You had never felt jealous over the sex in the books until now. And it wasn't how the male lead was fucking her nice and slow, taking his time but being rough. No. It was for a simple reason.

That reason was that he was fucking her with his dog tags on.

Yep, the dog tags.

As you finished the sex scene, you let out a small groan. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief before placing the book down. "Pure thoughts." You told yourself, trying to help remove the image of Jake hovering over you, his dog tags hanging from his neck. The way his skin would glisten and how you would just be able to pull him closer by the tags. Another groan left your lips as you pulled the pillow to your face, and a muffled scream left your lips. This was torture. You had never known how deprived you were from the sight of seeing this man fuck you with his dog tags. The need for it. The only issue now was asking this from Jake. Asking him to rail you like no tomorrow so you could still feel him in you for days, and your legs couldn't handle walking. To the point where he would leave bruises on your hips from how hard he'd grip you. Your face flushed at the thought, and you wanted to curse your best friend for ever introducing you to a new world of smut. You pulled out your phone and shot her a quick text.

I hate you so much, but at the same time, I love you for recommending this book to me

10:47

You're welcome, and don't come at me with the innocent act cuz we both know it's just a mask.

10:52

You are anything but innocent, you're just too shy to ask.

10:53

You rolled your eyes at the message but placed your phone on the nightstand. You were almost done with the book and knew you could finish it tonight; however, you were ready to be done with it, so you just placed it on your nightstand. You turned off the lights and got ready for bed. Jake had told you not to wait for him, as you both knew you'd try to stay up until he came home. As you got comfortable, snuggling close to Jake's side, you drifted off and fell asleep quickly.

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Several days passed, and now where you were, holding your drink in your hand. You could see the chain peek out from Jake's naval uniform from where you sat next to Bob and Nat. Lately, your eyes have been drifting to it, and you couldn't help the images that filled your mind as you bit your lip." You okay there?" Nat's voice broke your concentration as you looked at her. A smirk on her lips as she raised an eyebrow. "You look ready to jump him and rip his clothes off." The heat flushed against your skin as you let out a guilty laugh.

"Is it that obvious?" You pressed the back of your hand against your cheek. Nat just laughed and nudged you with her arm as you drank the rest of your drink in one go.

"So much so, but don't worry about any of these meat heads noticing except one." You looked up only to see Jake giving you an amused look, the pool stick in his hands as he took a drink of his beer.

"Oh my gosh," You mumbled. "I think I need another drink." You quickly got up, and Nat followed you.

"Want to tell me what that's all about?" She asked as she hooked her arm with yours as you went to the bar. "Usually, Jake's the one who looks at you like a meal he's ready to devour, not the other way around." This makes your face heat up even more, and the heat between your legs grows.

"Promise not to laugh." You gave her a pleading look as you found two open stools at the bar. She gave you a slight nod as Penny approached you guys.

"What can I get you girls?" She asked with a smile.

"I'm gonna need two shots of tequila." She gave you a look before going to get the shots. Nat had gotten her usual. "I've been reading this book, and it's steamy, Nat." You looked over at her, and a small sigh left your lips. "And when I mean steamy, I mean the girl is bent over while the guy fucks her like he's on heat, leaving marks everywhere. Claiming her and praising her." She raised an eyebrow. "And by no means is that the part that has me like this. Sex with Jake is amazing, but there's one detail in the book that has me running these images in my head, and I can't help it."

"Oh god, please don't talk about sex with him." She scrunched her nose, and you shook her head. Penny came back and placed the drinks in front of you.

"Y/n talking sex?" She joined in the conversation, surprised as well. You weren't one to be open about these conversations.

"No." You shook your head. Taking one of the shots and taking it down in one go. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat as you placed the glass down. "No, I'm not talking about my sex life. All I'm saying is that I wish Jake would keep his dog tags on. The book I'm reading has plagued my mind with the thought of it, and I need it now." You looked at both women, who seemed amused about your confession. "I'm serious here, guys."

"Oh, we know that, honey," Penny patted your hand. "And I think that is why it's entertaining for us." You rolled your eyes and took the next shot; this time, no burning sensation followed.

"It also sounds like you've been deprived of sex for a while." You shot Nat a glare as she snorted. "Like a beast has awoken." You groaned and placed your forehead on the counter.

"I hate you so much." She just laughed, and Pen gave you another shot. You looked at the small shot glass that lay beside you. You rubbed your thighs with a slight whine that left your lips. "I hate ever reading that book even though it's so good! I even saved my favorite parts on it." You pushed yourself up and took the third shot for the night.

Little did you know Jake's eyes had been watching you the entire time. Since the moment he started playing pool with Coyote, he had felt the way you had been looking at him. He felt your eyes burning into him– undressing him– and if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed it. It was rare when you were filled with so much lust and need that you didn't even realize yourself that you were showing it. He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked; however, you would never voice out what you liked. And he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he loved it whenever he would discover something new about you. Just like at this moment, he had a vague idea of why you were acting the way you were. He accidentally stumbled across a book he had seen you read recently. He got curious about what it was about whenever he saw you, as your reactions were entertaining. So when his curiosity got the better side of him, and he opened it on a marked page, he wasn't expecting what he read. It was a lot to take in that he had to stop himself before getting worked up, but also because it hadn't been something he expected. The details were so vividly written. Just thinking about doing what was written to you made him hot as he pulled at the collar of his naval shirt. He could see the flush that dusted your cheeks even from where he stood. Coyote called out his name; Jake ignored him, passing the pool stick to Bob as he stalked toward you. He could hear Phoenix teasing you and Penny laughing, but he didn't care what they said. You had him worked up, and now he needed you, preferably in the comfort of your home. "What you ladies goin' on about?" He drawled, his hand touched your lower back, and he felt you flinch. He rubbed his thumb on your back and felt how you leaned into him. Reacting to his touch like you usually would.

"Nothin', Y/n was telling us a funny story." Nat had an amused look on her face, and you glared at her.

"You don't mind if I steal her from you then?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer as he moved his hand to your waist, pulling you up. You stumbled a bit due to being caught off guard and the alcohol running through your veins. Nat shook her head, and that was all he needed before drawing you out of Hard Deck.

"Jake," You whined when you were out the doors. "I was still drinking." He moved you towards the truck.

"I think you've had enough for the night, Darlin'." You shivered at the sound of his southern accent sounding heavier than usual. "Wanna tell me what has been goin' in that pretty little head of yours?" When you reached his truck, he turned you to face him. His green eyes looked darker, and you didn't know if it was from the night or from the lust that dilated his pupils. His hands were firmly on your waist as he looked down at you. You bit your lower lip as you took him in. He looked beautiful, but the silver chain that caught your attention was sending you overboard. You pushed your hands up his chest as your fingers grazed the chain. He watched you curiously as you pulled his dog tags, freeing them from his shirt. Your fingers play with the chain before they move to the tags. "Is it that book you've been reading?" He asked, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He would see the needy look on your face, the way a pout sat on your lips. He watched the conflict in your eyes before you made up your mind. He felt the pull on his dog tags as he was forced to lower his face to you. His eyes widened, not used to the sudden dominance you were showing.

"I need you to fuck me, Jake." He felt your lips move against his. He felt how his blood seemed to rush through his body and straight to his groin. "I want you to use me, baby." He felt the tightness in his pants. "Fuck me rough. Mark me up." You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "Please," You begged, looking up at him through your lashes. A growl ripped out of Jake's lips, and he gripped your hips tighter. A small whimper left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your waist. And then it all happened too quickly. He got you in the truck and drove back home.

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You barely made it through the doors when his hands were all over you. He pushed you up against the wall and pressed up against you. You could feel him. How hard he was. A small moan left your lips as he groped your boobs through your shirt. "You did this to yourself." His lips moved against your neck before his teeth sunk into your skin. You let out a small gasp as you gripped his arm, your nails dug into his skin. His name left your lips with a needy cry. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off you before moving to your bra. His fingers traced the lace fabric over your skin, taking in the black color. "Fuck you're so pretty, sunshine." He was tempted to rip your bra. Rip the rest of your clothes, blocking his view of your beautiful body.

"Jake," You gave him a warning tone, already knowing what he was thinking. "You rip my lingerie, and I will cut your dick off." You threatened. He raised an eyebrow as if the temptation was there. He knew you didn't mean it; however, he had ruined a few of your favorite sets.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled as he lowered himself, placing kisses and allowing his teeth to scrape your skin as he lightly bit you. The goosebumps rose on your skin, and you gripped his hair. Just as he got to the waistband of your jeans, he unbuttoned it. Light feathered kisses on your skin as you threw your head back. He observed you as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your eyes dilated as you looked down at him. He kissed my thighs, and you brought them up, stepping out of your pants. "Look at you," His fingers grazed the front of your black laced underwear. He could feel how wet you were. "All wet for me, and I barely even touched you." He watched as you rocked your hips against his fingers. His other hand gripped your thigh.

"Jake," You whined, needing more. He moved his hands to the back of your knee. Pushing you over his shoulder, he picked you up and marched to your room. A smack echoed in the room, and you felt the burning sensation on your ass. You pushed yourself back up, surprised by his action, while he had a satisfying grin on his lips. He kicked the door open to your room. He didn't even say anything as you dropped him on the bed. You bounced a couple of times as you watched him unbutton his shirt. That look in his eyes made the pit in your stomach flare up. He looked at you like a predator, and you were his prey. He took his shirt off like he was ready to pounce on you, and your eyes racked down his chest. The dog tags hung around his neck and down his chest. You bit your lip as you looked at him, taking in his beauty and how the tags seemed to decorate him. It added to the fuel you had racing through your mind. You moved to your knees, your fingers touching his skin about his waistband as you looked up at him. The doe-eyed look you gave him made Jake groan as he fought the urge to ravage you like the animal he felt. He watched as your fingers undid his pants, your nails scraped his pelvic skin as you pulled his boxers down. He let out a hiss as his cock sprung up and smacked his stomach. You licked your lips as you reached out to grab his throbbing cock. Your thumb ran along the head, rubbing the precum across before you stroked down slowly.

"Fuck," Jake moaned, and you looked at him through your lashes. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as you pumped back up. His face twisted with pleasure before he grabbed your wrist. "Baby, if you keep touching and looking at me like that, I won't last." He pushed the words out, his tumble rubbing the inside of my wrist. "Tonight, it's going to be about you." He pushed you down, hovering over you as he removed your hands. He used his free hand to move your thigh so he could settle in between your legs. He was slightly rocking himself against you before he pulled back. A frown settled on your lips from the lack of contact. He just had a smirk on his lips. "Take it off, or else they're gonna get ripped." He claimed, motioning to your body. He slipped his pants and boxer off completely, and you wasted no time taking off your underwear and bra. You laid back, watching as his hands wrapped around himself and giving himself a few pumps. His eyes looked at you with such hunger it caused the arousal to gather between your thighs. His hands over the head of his cock as you spread your legs open, showcasing your glistening folds. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. He didn't even bother grabbing a condom as he settled between your thighs. He guided the head of his cock, coating it with your arousal. His left hand rested by your hips as he held himself up. Each time his head rubbed against your clothes, you whimpered. Desperately trying to get him in you, you shifted your hips and gripped his wrist.

"Jake, please. I need you." You begged, needing him now. He didn't even deny you as he guided himself to your entrance. He didn't even bother prying your hand off his wrist as he held your hip down. He used his hold on you to slip himself in with a full-force thrust. You gasped, back arched as you felt him stretch you open. He forced himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure as he watched the pleasure on your face. Using both hands on your waist, he pulled out all the way, causing a cry to leave your lips before slamming back in. He did that a couple of times, and each time; your reaction drove him crazy. Your nails dug into his skin as you gripped his arm. He moved down to capture your lips, using his right arm to steady himself. The cool metal touched your skin, and you brought his lower lip between your teeth, biting it lightly. Your teeth dragged against his lower lip as he pulled back, and you felt his left hand grip tightly around your waist; you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't leave bruises. He began to move himself in and out of you; the noise of your skins coming into contact echoed in the room. Moaned curses left your lips as your ankles locked behind him. "Jake- fuck- don't," You squeezed your eyes feeling him hit your sweet spot. "Don't stop, please." He groaned, loving to hear your sweet pleas.

You opened your eyes, and a hazy look of pleasure filled your eyes as your gaze lingered on the dog tags that hung between the both of you. You brought your hand up and lightly tugged on it. Jake felt the way you clenched around him. He slowed down, and you looked up at him, ready to complain. "Is this what has been driving you up the walls, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. When you bit your lip and didn't answer, he rocked his hips before pulling out so the tip of his cock rested in your pussy. "Words. Have you been all needy little thing because you've wanted me to fuck you crazy with my tags?" You whined as he pushed himself in a bit. Even if not being in you was torture, Jake needed to hear you say it. You clenched your walls, trying to get him in you. "What did I say? Use your words." The tone in his voice was demanding. You closed your eyes, lip quivering from the lack of him.

"Jake," You tried to push your hips down, but he held you in place. You knew he wouldn't give you what you needed until you answered him. "Yes," You finally gave in. "I've been wanting you to fuck me with your tags." You looked up at him with hooded lids, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

"See," He trusted himself in you, and you felt full again with him in you. "That's my good girl. It wasn't hard, was it?" You watched as he spun the tags so they would hang on his back, and he felt you clenched down on him hard. "Fuck," He groaned, using his strength to steady himself. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight so this naughty pussy remembers whose it belongs to." He promised, and you felt yourself tense up, knowing that quote a little too well. He licked his lower lip, a smirk dancing on them. You were in for a long night, and you were screwed. He had read your book, specifically the part you had marked.

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warnersister · 19 days

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THE HIGHWAYMAN

Cowboy!Jake (Hangman) Seresin x Reader

• Series •

Summary: Jake Seresin: Highwayman. Riding along coach roads with his gang of the fellow Dagger Squad. But when his companion is in immediate need of a horse, they stop in a town Jake had avoided for the past 5 years. The place he’d left his beloved as a threat from her father, Sheriff Beau Simpson. But when he returns for good, Simpson isn’t having some highwayman get his way with his daughter. Not if he had anything to do with it.

Connotations to smut marked with *

Prologue

Chapter 1 - The Return to Miramar

Chapter 2 - Damned if you do; Damned if you don’t

Chapter 3 - The Dead Man Walking

Chapter 4 - A glass of Bourbon from Denison

Chapter 5* - A night worth dying for*

Chapter 6 - A bargain with the executioner

Chapter 7 - Listen to her gut

Chapter 8 - Unfinished business with a pistol

Chapter 9 - Please, not another 5 years

Chapter 10 - Gifts from Sacramento

Chapter 11 - May God have Mercy

Chapter 12 - A hanging in the Spring of ‘63

Chapter 13 - The girl with no father

Chapter 14 - You’re needed East

Chapter 15 - An apology is a blessing

Chapter 16* - A final goodbye and a first hello*

Epilogue

Fin.

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ultralightpoe · 1 year

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Tiktok Trouble- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: Let me know if you like this, might do more

Warning: Allusions to smexy times

Word count:1519

Description: You learn you like pranking your husband....tiktok likes it too.

Enjoy!

It starts off with you being pissed at your husband, Jake.

To be fair it wasn’t his fault. You both had planned a date night but he had been caught up helping fix a jet at work, so he called you and told you he would be missing the night. So although you were angry, you weren’t super angry.

But you were just a little upset and took to watching tiktok instead of the date, and that is where you came up with the idea……the perfect prank. You made dinner, making sure to set out a plate for him when he texted you he was heading home, moving to jump into the shower once you heard his car in the driveway.

You knew he would be upset but you had to set it all up, so you started the water and soon enough you heard him calling for you. When he got no response from downstairs he came up and opened your bedroom door. “Sugar?”

“Just in the shower!” You call.

“Right now? Did you eat already?” He asks, trying to open the door. “Is it locked?”

“I ate! I just wanna shower.” You laugh and hear him give a dramatic sigh before making a kiss sound and disappearing. You finish your shower and rush to dress, waiting for him to come in and get ready for bed.

You wait until Jake is ready for bed, just down to his boxers as usual, crawling in and then you move to the dresser.

“What you doing ,sugar?” He calls, not looking as he tries to find his phone charger while you set up your phone to record. Once you are sure he won’t notice you give the camera a small thumbs up before heading over to the bed and grabbing your pillow. “Sugar?”

Jake watches, eyebrows pinched together as you fluff it before grabbing a blanket, he sits up quickly when you go to leave. “Y/n, what’s goin’ on here?”

“I just kinda want to sleep on the couch.” You shrug, giving him a small smile.

“....Okay?” He looks confused but gets up as well, snatching his pillow and moving to you. “We can have a little movie night-”

“No no, I just kinda want to sleep by myself.” You laugh, kissing his cheek, a small amount of guilt filling you when he looks like a kicked puppy.

“But…but…” He looks to the bed, then back to you, then back to the bed…..then back to you. “I promise I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m there!”

“Bubs, I just wanna spend the night by myself-” You don’t get to finish the sentence before he is snatching the blanket and pillow and storming past you. “Where are you going?!”

“To set up downstairs. I never sleep without you-” You break then, laughing your butt off which makes him gasp.

“I’m so confused right now.”

“Bubs, it was a tiktok idea.” You explain, pointing to the camera and moving to shut it off as he gasps dramatically.

“You were pranking me?!”

“Duh.” You giggle, turning to look at him and his eyes squint as a smug smile covers his features.

“Y/n? Sugar? Bubs? Light of my life?”

“Yeah……”

“I’m going to ruin you.” You barely get a second to squeal and rush across the bed before he can catch you, the game of chase underway.

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You had posted the video, and it got popular fast.

Which wasn’t a shocker considering you already knew how handsome your husband was and everyone else was more than willing to say the same. Him only being in boxers definitely helped. But everyone began sending in ideas and you just couldn’t help yourself.

The next prank came a week later.

You had set up your phone to film at the window in front of the sink, pretending to do the dishes as soon as you heard the front door.

“Sugar?! I am homeEeeEE.”

“Doing dishes - OW OW OW!” You act hurt, pretending your hand is stuck in a travel bottle as he rushes in, dropping his keys and glasses on the way.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He panics, rushing in to check you. You show him the bottle, doing your best to look like you are in pain.

“Shit- under the water, put it under the water.” He rushes out, moving you to the sink and turning on the water to try and get your hand out. “Just relax, relax relax relax.”

“Let’s try soap-” You offer, taking your hand out of the cup to grab some soap and shove it back in. He nods, reaching over you to grab the bottle and add more, kissing your forehead in a soothing manner before his eyebrows shoot up and he steps back.

“Wait-” You die laughing then, taking your hand out of the cup as he rolls his eyes. “Oh come on! Low blow even for you.”

He’s laughing too, and you can’t breathe at this point. “That….that was…..so funny-” You collapse to your knees cackling as he finds the camera and leans forward to look into it.

“I regret getting married.” He laughs, turning off the water before flicking your forehead and walking to go pick up the things he had dropped to get to you. “I want a divorce!”

The clip ends with you just cackling.

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Your weekly date night had come up, and you felt like being a really cute wife…..partly.

He was sitting on your shared bed watching some youtube videos on fixing sinks (yours wasn’t broken so you honestly had no clue why) and he had left you alone in the bathroom to do your makeup, perfectly content to just be near you.

You shut the door, murmuring that you were going to the bathroom which he hummed to and once the door was shut you began recording yourself. Doing your best not to laugh as you took a lip liner and overlined your lips….. Like a lot.

You had to take a second to reign in your giggles before you were heading out to where he was laying on the bed, shuffling until you were kneeling in between his legs, they came up to wrap around you instantly as he kept watching his video.

“Bubs.” You smile, waiting. He hums in acknowledgement, one eyebrow raising as he listens but doesn’t look. “Bubs-”

“Yeah sugarpi- holy crap.” His face turns to one of shock when he looks at you finally, eyebrows shooting up as one hand covers his mouth.

“I watched this makeup video while you were gone,” You smile, flipping your hair. “I think I like it.”

“You….. o-okay.” He smiles, clearing his throat. “It… wow.”

“Wow? Like stunning wow?” You ask, doing a little pose.

“Sure. Yeah. That.” He smiles, trying to be supportive. “Hey, how about we stay in tonight?”

“Really?”

“Yeah…yeah for sure. I just- you just look so good I want to keep you to myself-” He smiles, leaning up to kiss your cheek. You laugh at that, allowing him to kiss you before he sits up and swipes at your lips. “Love the lip shade….But sugar?”

“Yeah bubs?”

“Can… can I be honest for a second?”

“Of course?”

“You look like a bee stung your lips.” You break at that, once again cackling and he looks very worried. “I don’t wanna be the ass but-”

“I’ll remove the lipstick. Just get ready to go you dork.” You laugh, kissing his lips and walking off.

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“Alright, I’m gonna head out. You need anything?” Jake asks, dressed in his errand clothes with his sunglasses on his head while he pulls the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

You give in easily, moaning a little before pulling back. “Oh bubs, your lips are chapped.”

“What?” He laughs, moving up to touch his lips and smack them.

“Yes. Here.” You dig through your purse and pull out the chapstick that you had already replaced with lipstick. He smiles at you, kissing your forehead before generously applying it over his lips and smacking them.

Naval Aviator Jake Seresin…..wearing bright red lipstick. …… amazing.

He smiles at you, a big cheesy smile, and kisses you once more before strutting to the door. He does his little butt wiggle when he reaches the door that makes you laugh before he disappears through the door.

Once he is gone you turn and wink to the camera.

He gets back an hour later, you hear the front door slam and him call your name. You immediately turn your camera on, walking to the stairs and walking down them.

“Yeah bu-”

“Do not bub me right now.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I ran into Maverick at the store.”

You crack out into laughter, covering your face as he glares.

“That’s it. Pranking time is over. Your ass better be in those sheets naked by the time I get up there!” He snaps and you stand straight, heat traveling you. “3…2….” You don’t need to be told twice.

Comments:

“Honestly mom and dad”

“Can you adopt me????”

“Tell him to take his top off!”

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thisisanewlowes · 6 months

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here’s some more glen for you on this fine saturday his birthday 🙇‍♀️

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stilinskiderek · 2 years

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Miles Teller and Glen Powell having Rooster and Hangman energy

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#this took me so long and i had to use imovie for it please clap #miles teller #glen powell #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #rooster bradshaw #hangman seresin #top gun maverick #tgm #**mine #bradshaw #seresin #1k #1.5k #2k

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themissingmango · 9 months

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I had this sitting in my drafts pretty much since I signed up for the Endless Summer Exchange because I got excited lol and it didn’t end up working for the prompt I received, but I still wanted to share it with everyone!

#my art #endless summer exchange #top gun maverick #top gun fanart #fanart #top gun fandom #bradley bradshaw #rooster #jake seresin #hangman #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangster #Seresin #summer vibes #sunset

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icemavschild · 2 years

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Can you please do a fic where Bradley is an instructor and his squadron keeps trying to figure out who he is married to. Kinda like Icemav

After a bit of clarification, I have been asked to write Hangster! This is gonna be fun.

I tried to REALLY IceMav parallel this shit.

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Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Summary: read the request

Warnings: none (maybe humour..bc my humour is bad)

A/N: Hope this was okay, considering it’s not my ship…but I gave it a try!! (I’m treating it like IceMav tbh)

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When Bradley entered the hanger, he could pick up a few words form a group conversation.

“He’s married.”

“Really? To who?”

“Some pilot.”

“Do we know them?”

He could feel a smirk rising in his lips and just walked forward to make his presence known, the room shutting up immediately. The group of lieutenants dropped their curiosities and listened wholeheartedly to The Rooster.

The Rooster who went on the famous Uranium Mission. The Rooster who is apart of the Special Opps Dagger Team. The Rooster who back seated in an ancient F-14 with an ancient Pilot who was too sassy and too gay for his own good.

Little did they know, Rooster learnt a few habits from his God Fathers.

~~~

As Rooster was finishing up in his office, he watched his phone screen light up and smiled to himself.

“Hey baby.” Rooster cooed, a lovesick grin on his face. He began to pack up and leave his office, phone pressed against his ear; missing the way his class suddenly became very attentive to their instructor. “My day was good, how was yours?”

The Top Gun class of 2042 squinted their eyes and leant forward to catch the conversation, hoping to get some sort of inkling toward who the hell Captain Bradshaws spouse was.

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Two weeks had gone by and the Top Gun class had had enough. They were done with trying to figure it out, and Bradley knew.

So Bradley made a phone call to a certain Admiral Seresin. He hadn’t seen his husband in at least 4 months, and he needed some overdue cuddles and soft, loving, sex from his very attentive husband.

When Bradley entered his hanger, he almost laughed at the class’s silence. There, at his desk, was Admiral Seresin. His Top Gun class wasn’t talking, wasn’t laughing and wasn’t doing anything that Bradley had complained about to said Admiral.

“They’re a lot more well behaved then you make them out to be, Roos.” Jake said with a small smile, Rooster rolled his eyes and tutted.

“Please refer to me as Captain Bradshaw while at work Admiral.” Bradley teased, watching Jake’s eyebrow shoot up suggestively.

“Yes, sir.” Jake said, a smirk clear as day on his face. “Well! See you for lunch, Roos.” As Jake passed Bradley, he pressed a small peck to his lips and slapped his ass. Knowing fully well Cyclone, who was somehow still at Top Gun, was going to grill him for it.

“IS ADMIRAL SERESIN YOUR HUSBAND?!” One of the lieutenants exclaimed, his eyes wide and unbelieving.

#hangster #rooster x hangman #top gun #gay pilots #top gun maverick #future top gun #dagger team #maverick #cyclone #hangman #rooster #Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #admiral Seresin #captain Bradshaw #Bradshaw #Seresin #hangman x Rooster

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imdonnalynn · 11 months

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Here me out.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Glen Powell of course) and a Brandon Sklenar OC that is Jake's little or older brother and they want after Natasha and Jake can't stand his brother being close with Phoenix and it stirs a lot of stuff amongst the three they didn't know would he stirred...

Whatcha think?

My own little Hannix plot idea, I may try it but anyone else is welcome to long as they give credit where it's due.

#glen powell #brandon sklenar #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #seresin #jakes brother oc #hannix fanfiction #hannix plot idea #hangman x phoenix #jake seresin x natasha trace #seresin x trace #hangman x phoenix plot idea #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #phoenix #trace #imdonnalynn #imdonnalynn plot ideas

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honey-dew-woo · 2 years

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Insubordination | Chapter Two

I.... made the reader a lil flirty. Made Hangman flirty too, but i'm pr. sure that's just him anyway. Enjoy.

Masterlist | Chapter One

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I sighed after explaining to Phoenix and Payback how they could have avoided Maverick better as they did their pushups. They finished up and I patted Natasha on the back, encouragingly as she flashed me a small smile while I handed the pair, alongside their WSO's, water bottles.

A murmur of 'thanks' from the two pilots and the two WSO's brought a smile on my face as I watched them walk inside. Rooster, alongside with Coyote came walking up to their planes, Hangman engaged in a conversation with Coyote before bidding his goodbye.

"Goodluck, gentlemen!" I called to the two solo-pilots as they both waved or nodded in acknowledgement. Lieutenant Seresin, rather than returning to the break room, headed towards me. "Hey Hondo, you mind giving us a minute?" I asked, smiling to the man who stood next to me as Jake approached.

"Alright. I'll be back in a bit then." The man smiled, nodded his hello to Jake as he walked off. The pilot nodded to Hondo, his smile not faltering as he approached me. I sat on the step ladder behind me that was for the F-18 that was next to where Hondo and I had decided was a good place for pushups.

"Lieutenant Seresin." I acknowledge, a small smile forming on my face, my arms crossed. "How can I help you?" I asked, gazing at his eyes beneath my sunglasses.

"Commander Metcalf." He responded, crossing his own arms as he took his sunglasses off, staring into my eyes, despite the reflective glass between us. "Are we not going to acknowledge last night?" He mused, still staring at me.

"I don't see why we would, Lieutenant." I responded stiffly, wanting to remain professional. It was hard when he stood before me in his flight suit, his blond hair being luminated by the sun reflecting off of the smooth pavement of the runway.

He quirked an eyebrow at this. "No?"

I narrowed my eyes, taking off my own sunglasses. "No, Lieutenant. I am your commanding officer it would be highly inappropriate-"

"Highly inappropriate my ass, Y/N. I know damn well that you enjoyed last night just as much as I did." He spoke, still somehow staring at my eyes with pinpoint accuracy.

I sighed, closing my eyes before taking off my sunglasses. Clipping them to my flight suit collar, running my hand down my face to cover my mouth, my eyes flickering open. "What the hell do you propose then?" I asked, crossing my arms defensively once more.

The blond smiled, not smirk- genuinely smiled as placed his arms on either side of me, resting his weight on step ladder that I'm currently sitting on. Effectively, this brought his face closer to mine. "Maybe we could do it again sometime." He whispered, his cocky smirk back on his face, his breath hot on my face.

My gaze didn't waiver from his face. "For this to work you can't keep looking at me like that, Jake." I spoke, analyzing his eyes. They darted downward, and I wasn't sure if his glance was at my lips or my chest, before meeting my eyes again.

"Looking at you like what?"

"Like you've seen me naked." I responded, not bothering to whisper as I pushed him backward lightly.

He took the hint, removing his arms as he stood straight. "I have seen you naked." He reminded, winking.

"Not when you're on this base you haven't." I smiled, standing up as I patted him on the shoulder. I waved at Hondo, who was now approaching.

Jake shook his head at me, smiling before walking off. "What did that jackass want?" Bradley asked, as Coyote nudged him in the arm, clearly offended that he was talking about his friend like that.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you, Rooster. So, two-hundred push ups?" I mused, as the two went down, muttering.

<*>

Having been yelled at by Cyclone alongside Maverick was never pleasant. Especially when I have done nothing wrong, but that's alright. Cyclone had dismissed me a little bit before Maverick, and I almost didn't want to leave because of the tension between the two.

But I couldn't ignore the orders to go home, and after a long day in the sun I wanted to go home. So it was there I sat, the air conditioning on full blast, as I cleaned up some around the house. It would've been fully clean, of course, if it weren't for three loud knocks from my front door blaring through the house.

I huffed, setting down the candle I had just lit in attempts to negate the heavy bleach smell that wafted through the household. Making my way to the door, I paused before grabbing the handle. Who the hell could it be? My eyes shot up to meet green eyes staring right back at me. "What the hell are you doing here, Lieutenant?"

Crossing my arms, looking at the blond pilot in disbelief as I leaned on my door frame. Infront of me stood Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, in the very same uniform he had on when he left this morning, his shoes bringing a shiny contrast to the wooden porch beneath him.

"I thought we agreed to drop formality, Y/N." He quipped almost immediately, because of course he did. "Aren't you gonna invite me inside?" He smiled, his own arms now mirroring mine.

I sighed, my eyes narrowing in fight of the urge to push him back and tell him to go away, and slam the door in his face. Opting to not do that, I walked back into my house. "Don't expect dinner, Lieutenant. I only have one frozen pizza." I called, as I continued to my kitchen to grab that very meal out and place it in the oven.

"Second generation fight pilot, huh?" he asked, peering at some of the photos that lined my walls in the living room, as if he didn't even hear the previous statement. "Why didn't you tell me, Commander Metcalf?"

"My last name can speak for itself." I informed, as he looked picked up a photo.

"You didn't tell me your last name either, Cobra." He spoke, still observing the photo. I bit my lip as I realized which one he picked up. "Is this-"

"It's Maverick and Goose, Rooster's father. They're standing with Viper, my father." I informed as he looked back to me. "It's Mav's F-14 they're standing in front of." Hangman's gaze flickered back to the photo he was holding as I walked up, peering over his shoulder as I too looked at the photo.

Dad looked happy, standing next to Maverick, Goose on his other side as the three smiled. It had been a few weeks into the program, and Pete had asked dad for the photo. "Viper?" Hangman spoke, turning his head to me.

"Commander Mike Metcalf. The first man to win the Top Gun trophy." I bragged. "He flew with Mav's father. He was Maverick's instructor at Top Gun, and Mav was my instructor when I attended Top Gun. Full circle in a way." I offered, taking the photo from his hands and placing it back in it's spot on the mantle.

"Why didn't you tell me that before you slept with me?" He spoke abruptly, sitting on the sofa as I opted for the recliner next to it.

My eyes narrowed before responding, "Would it have mattered?"

"No, but I would've liked to know that you were my commanding officer before I-." I stood up, cutting him off as he smirked at me, "What?" he asked as I rolled my eyes, walking into my kitchen, head shaking.

Pulling two beers from fridge, it was only after I had taken the bottle opener off the side of the fridge that Jake walked into the kitchen after me. Prying the cap off the first bottle with ease, I hesitated as I brought the opener up to the second one. Jake's arms wrapped around my waist, his breath hot on the back of my neck as I bit my bottom lip.

"I'm not going out with you." I decided aloud, opening the bottle.

His head moved to my shoulder, his chin resting on it as his eyes swiveled towards me. "I didn't ask you to go out with me." He responded as I met his gaze. "Do you want to go out with me?" He asked, that hot cocky smirk planted right back on his lips.

"I'm not dating you, and I'm definitely not sleeping with you again." I reconfirmed to myself, and him, as I opened the trash can with my foot, sweeping the two bottle caps in before placing the bottle opener right back to it's place on the fridge.

"I'm drawing a line. The line is drawn. There's a big line, don't cross it, Seresin." I spoke, now turning around to face the pilot has his arms now rested on either side of me, trapping me against the marble kitchen counter.

His gaze met mine, and neither of us could dare to look away from each other's eyes. "Is this line imaginary or should I get a sharpie for you?" He quipped, that stupid grin back on his face.

The next thing I knew my mouth was on his, his arms grabbing my hips and my arms over his shoulders, his lips trailing down to neck. "Jake-"

"Hm?" He managed to ask, his lips connecting with my collarbone as I lightly pushed him off me, and he didn't fight it. Pulling back the blond pilot looked at me with amusement in his eyes, quirking an eyebrow.

"I can't sleep with you again." I shook my head, still smiling at him. "I'm your commanding officer, Jake. As much as I want this, I can't put either of our careers on the line."

His eyes analyzed me, and it took everything for me not to squirm under his intense gaze. After what felt like forever, he nodded. "Okay." he whispered, before going to walk out.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him start to leave, his hand on the front door handle. "Jake, wait." I called as he turned on his heels, those green eyes resting on me once more. I swallowed, before responding. I was starting to regret this. "Maybe you could stay for the night, again. Just one more time-"

Hangman smiled, now fully turned around before walking up to me. "Whatever you say, princess."

#hangman #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun maverick #top #gun #top gun #maverick #hangman seresin x reader #jake #seresin

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honeymoon | jake seresin

coming soon.

pairing: jake seresin x fem!oc

summary: Neuro, Vivienne Westwood, Dyptique perfumes, Gold jewelry, and Miu Miu ballet flats.

These were the top five things Odette Benjamin had deemed her top five priorities when she graduated top of her NYU class.

With world-renowned surgeons as her parents, she always had a penchant for pretty things and was able to afford anything she ever wanted, seldom seen without pearl earrings and satin heels - however, one pretty thing Odette would do anything to avoid in her twenty-eight years of life, was a little thing called Love.

Odette was certain love was never in her cards - her hesitance had been derived from far too many sub-par relationships, and with her dating pool in med-school being limited to lousy sex and gaslighters that think they could outsmart a neurosurgeon into a relationship, she was content with being single for the rest of her life. Besides, it was easy to blame her fear of commitment and inability to love any potential partners, on her parents, who had divorced when she was a young girl - perhaps their unluckiness in love had been hereditary!

However, after experiencing a freak accident where she drowned trying to save the life of an injured man during her time as a neurosurgeon at Seattle Grace hospital, she decides to take a sabbatical in hopes to regain some sort of normalcy, away from that God-forsaken hospital - which led to her renting a home next to her beloved aunt, Penny Benjamin. However, she soon starts to realise that love is inevitable, even in the middle of nowhere San Diego, and none other than Jake Seresin, has now become too determined to change the mind of the far-too-intelligent girl and everything she knew about love.

And hey... at least he's pretty.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sm*t/nudity.

odette benjamin: her aesthetic.

odette & jake: their aesthetic.

playlist.

honeymoon: masterlist.

#top gun #top gun maverick #jake hangman #jake seresin #seresin #hangman #hangman x oc #jake seresin x oc #pete mitchell #rooster #bradley bradshaw #penny benjamin

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barnes-brain · 1 year

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Yeet!

Bradshaw goes on the injured list!

#Hot Baseball Boys #Bradley rooster Bradshaw #Jake hangman Seresin #Hangster #Seresin #Sliding Into Home #Baseball Au

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delulu-hours · 7 months

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Strawberry Kisses

Paring: Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: The way you tasted was one of Jake's favorites. You never failed to taste like strawberries with each kiss, so sweet and rich. It has always been hard for him when he's away, but all he thinks about is how you taste; not even the strawberries can satisfy the craving unless it's you.

Warning: Slight smut, like very slight

Jake had been gone for six months and was missing his favorite girl. All he could think about was how your lips tasted against his, that strawberry flavor he had grown accustomed to. Jake never realized how much he needed to taste that flavor again until he saw you running towards him. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as he dropped his bag on the ground and held his arms open for you. Once you were at arm's length, you jumped up and right into his arms. He stumbled back as a laugh left his lips.

"Woah there, sunshine." He felt your lips kiss his face, ensuring you got every inch of his face. His hands found their way to the side of your thighs as he rubbed the exposed skin from your sun dress. "Miss me that bad?" He asked when you pulled back; a huge smile sat on your lips as you cupped his face.

"Greatly." You answered honestly, eyes scanning his face as you took him in. Trying to embed a picture of him in your mind. Your thumbs rubbed against the apples of his cheeks, and he could see that beautiful shimmer in your eyes. He loved how your eyes shined when they were on him, all full of love. Then his eyes drifted to your lips. All rosy and full to their glory, and then he was reminded of the taste of them. The way they felt around him- all warm and soft. And before he could say anything, a voice drew your attention away.

"Why don't you greet me with the same excitement?" He wanted to roll his eyes at Rooster's voice as he glanced over his shoulder. Next to him stood the rest of the dagger team. When you moved to get down, you gave Jake a quick peck on the lips, barely giving him enough time to enough you. He didn't hide his annoyance as he allowed your feet to touch the ground again. Rooster seemed entertained by the reaction he was getting from his fellow friend.

"I'm glad you guys are all back." You stepped away from Jake as you went to hug the rest of his team. He couldn't be annoyed with Rooster's actions as he knew you loved his team, but there were days that he wished they would get the hint. Today is one of them. He just wanted you to himself. Feel your skin against his. Have your lips. Anything he could get after being away from you for six months.

"Glad to be back on land." Bob smiled at you before Phoenix took your attention away. The only other girl who you indeed hung out with.

"Strawberry!" She held her arms out, and you didn't hesitate to hug her as you swayed. "We should be allowed to take you with us each time we have to leave." She grumbled, teasingly smiling as she looked at Jake, who stood behind you, unamused. "Six months away from you made Bagman a pain in all our asses." A giggle left your lips as you heard the groans that slipped out of the rest of the dagger team, all agreeing with Nat. "We just need to carry you in our pocket." Jake's lips quired up as he rolled his eyes. He knew his team was annoyed with him as he missed you more than he expected. It also didn't help when he got those beautiful photos from you, even if you felt like a mess. God, he had missed you so much.

"Alright," He waved them off, knowing if he allowed it, they would keep going. "Can I have my girl back?" You turned to look at him to see his hand held out for you. A slightly annoyed look on his face as he shot Bradley and Coyote a glare as they laughed. You took his hand, and the moment your palms touched, he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly as you tried not to laugh. Since dating Jake, he was never afraid to show affection for you, especially when he returned from his deployment. You rested your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. "Hello, Sunshine." He flashed you that beautiful smile as your arms wrapped around him.

"Hey, Jake." You said softly, enjoying the time in his arms.

"How about we get out of here," He curled a piece of your hair behind your ear. "And let me show you just how much I missed you?" His voice was low, and that look in his eyes sent a shiver down your back. Your cheeks flared as you gave him a bashful smile. His team groaned, making you flush even more. His smile widened at your reaction, loving how shy you got with him. An effect that he firmly had over you.

"I'm gonna throw up." Rooster's comment didn't phase Jake; he winked at you. You rolled your eyes and slightly pushed him before taking his hand and interlocking your fingers.

"I'll see you guys this weekend." You gave them a quick wave as Jake dragged you to his truck. He didn't waste any more time as he moved around the people still there. He wanted you alone. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness as you followed behind. "Baby," You called out for him as he hummed, his truck coming into view. "Slow down." He glanced down at you and slowed down as they were a few feet from the car.

Once he was near, he threw his bag in the truck bed before pushing you into the truck. He kissed your lips with so much need. The action caught you off guard as you gasped into the kiss. His tongue darted into your mouth, and he groaned as he tasted you. The sweetness of the strawberries as he pushed himself up on you. You kissed him back, hands moving behind his neck as you pulled him down. His hand cupped the back of your neck while his other hand held you firmly. He pushed his leg in between yours and pushed against you. At the contact, a moan left your lips. His lips moved down to your jaw until they reached your neck. Everything about you tasted sweet.

"Jake," You dug your nails lightly into his neck. "We can't do this here." You tried to push him off, but in all honesty, you didn't want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going. You felt your hips rock a bit on his thigh.

"You're the one moving." He pulled back, a teasing smirk on his face as he took in your rosy cheeks. Your lips plumed from the kissing and the way they parted. The needy look in your eyes as you looked up at him. He licked his lower lip, his fingers digging into your waist as you whined softly. "How about we head home," A soft kiss was pressed on your lips. "and continue this so I can hear the way you call out my name as I taste every inch of you." You batted your lashes at him, and he had to bite back the groan as you looked so fuckable.

"Okay," Your voice was soft as he moved away. He opened the door, and you got in, rubbing your legs together for some sort of relief. He quickly closed the door and wasted no time jogging to the other side as he got in. When he started the car and out of the parking lot, his hand rested on the exposed skin of your thighs. He glanced down at you when movement caught his eyes and couldn't help the small laugh that left his lips. You looked at him, confused, as you took a bit of the strawberry in hand, trying to get your mind off the previous events and the feeling of his hand on your skin.

"God," He stopped at a red light and stole a kiss. He felt your hand reach up to cup his cheek as you kissed him back, and he couldn't help but groan. "You and fucking strawberries. I missed this taste." He pressed another soft kiss before the light turned green. "So fucking much." He hitched his hand up higher on your thigh before squeezing it, earning a gasp from your lips. He licked his lips, tasting the sweetness driving him crazy the last six months.

#top gun imagine #top gun jake #top gun hangman #hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin #top gun jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin #top gun jake seresin #top gun seresin #seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #top gun x reader

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Chapter 1 - The Return to Miramar

The Highwayman Series | Prologue | Chapter 2

‘No Entry – Construction (TRANSATLANTIC RAILWAY DUE TO FINISH 1869)’ the sign read and the frontman on his horse creased his brows into a tight and questioning line. “1869? But its 1863.” He said, voice in a questioning tone. “haven’t you heard?” his companion asked “east and west are racing to see who can build the most. Gonna be shut a while” he said matter of factly, while straightening out his mustache from where the Tennessee heat had frazzled it. The former grunted in response “this is our way though” “well were gonna have to go a different way hangman, don’t fancy getting Spitfire killed by a train” the other told him, motioning to the fine mare he was riding on. He nodded “yeah hornets too young for that, rooster you’re right. You know a different way?” hangman asked. Rooster thought for a minute, straightening out his mustache again, already bunching up under the springtime humidity – but this time, more in thought than in maintenance as he turned to look at his surroundings “already crossed Mississippi” he said, remembering when they’d crossed the mighty river – not wishing to back track on that path. “were gonna have to go the whole way round, through missouri – Kansas, take a left at colorado” “could we not go trough Texas?” Hangman asked, thinking of a shorter route they used to traverse a decade prior. Rooster raised his brows “aint Sherrif Simpson still after us?” he asked and his friend shrugged. “Already told the rest of ‘em to meet us in Louisiana and it’ll take weeks, months to get there if not, were good as dead if the Indians aint as hospitable again” there was silence for a minute “plus you’ve got a stache now and I’ve got this sweet bod, he wont recognise us” Hangman said, flexing while Rooster threw his head back and laughed loudly “bod ain’t as good as mine, bagman” Rooster said and the other shook his head “c’mon. Texas it is."

This route was fresh, recognisable but still; new-(ish). There were plenty of structures that were erected since they’d last abided there, especially in the Plains – a substantially belittled number of natives and much more Easterns who you could tell had no business being in Western heat – searching for green grass but getting tumble weeds in lieu. They’d reached their meeting point but a week later, reconsiliating with Coyote and Bob who’d been engaging in business up in the rockies, taking the strongest horses but only returning with one. “Hercules?” Hangman asked and bob shook his head “struggled all the way up, slipped, poor boy couldn’t handle it. Was cryin’ in the night he was. Had’a put him out o’ his misery” the four all bowed their heads and shook them in remembrance for their fallen companion. “damn” rooster said. “Well there's no way the two of ya can manage all the way to New Mexico on Chinook, let alone California” Hangman said. “we passed a ranch on the way down here in northern Texas, town called Miramar” Bob told him as Rooster and Hangman shared a look. “Ain’t that where we nearly got hung?” Rooster asked “sure is Brad.” Hangman thought for a moment “Good mares?” Hangman asked “the best” coyote said “young lady an’all. Mighty fine on the eyes” “guess we’re heading up North.”

The ride was slightly awkward with Coyote and Bob both on one horse, they changed primary rider every hundred or so miles – and it made it easier to travel at night, but still; a man wanted his own horse and Coyote was proud of Chinook, but the horse was starting to weary with some three hundred pounds on his back. But eventually they saw the sign. White lettering and red background, carved so deeply into old mahogany and almost illegible, but it was undeniably so: Miramar. So close you could almost make out Oklahoma, but far enough away and enough Stetsons present to recognise the contrast between what was and what wasn’t Texan territory. “where’s this ranch of yours, Bob?” Jake asked, swallowing harshly as he eyed the infamous town over his sunglasses; Bob pointed straight ahead, and adjacent to the Sheriff’s office, was an unassuming parlour attacked to a decently sized acreage of farm, a good seven or eight horses feeding off their dinner. “alright. Let’s get in and get out.” Jake said, instructing his horse to move forward as he did so. “you guys got history here or something?” Javy asked and rooster snorted “yeah something like that” “what happened?” Bob asked “lets just say he had a thing for the Sherrif’s daughter and he organised to hang him if he didn’t get out of town.” Rooster explained, recalling the events from what seemed like yesterday. Jake cleared his way as a way to get the lot of them to shut up. He still had the ring he was going to give her in his breast pocket.

They drew a lot of attention as they rode through town – strangers clearly dressed in travelling attire. But they were the Highwaymen, not pilgrims. Coyote hopped off the back of Chinook and Bob followed suit, heading to the girl who had their back turned to them, currently attending to a young pony who seemed to refuse to leave the refuge of her stables. “Excuse me, ma’am – any of these horses for sale?” “Uh huh the lot of ‘em” she’d replied, turning to the strangers to greet them as customers. Jake felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. “jake?” “hey, petal” he replied, unable to muster anything else as he looked at you, still as mighty fine if not more gorgeous than he day he’d hit the road with rooster. You looked to his left and nodded “Brad” “hey pretty” after the short and unsweetened reunion. “Y’all should get off my ranch. My daddy still has a right mind lynchin’ the two of ya” you say smally, turning to reattend to the horse. “Still?” Rooster asked with a smirk but Jake was taking it more seriously as you nodded your head to the stocks “meaner than the day you left” “sweetheart-“ “I aint talkin to you, Jake” you say and look at your feet “look, my horse passed in the rockies; was hopin’ I could but a new ‘un to get us to California. Got any up for the job?” Bob asked and you looked at him. “Uh, we got a few. Albatros is gorgeous and strong, but I don’t think she’ll last ‘till Cali.” You place your hands on your hips, surverying the pack “Falcon, he’ll get you there but no further.” You say “that there” you point at the strong, pale coloured horse in the back of the field “Lightning. God he can ride, got the strength of Zeus. He’ll get you there, hell he’ll get you through Mexico and back. But he’s my favourite, he’s gonna cost ya” Jake smiled “God he was just a young’un a few years back. My, he's grown” he says, recalling the day he’d gifted you the horse. He’d saved up all his money, didn’t even steal him, brought him all the way from New Mexico. Didn’t even ride him, he walked on foot – made sure the mare had his breaks and god your smile when you accepted him. His hair matched Jakes, so he’d always be there when he wasn’t. “You’re willing to sell him? After all this time?” you finally look at him, pain apparent in your eyes “you left, Seresin” that hurt “you bought him as a reminder. Don’t need no reminder of you, boy” you say “well ‘m here now-“ “exactly.” You cut him off and there is a silence.

“How much for Lightning?” Bob asked after a while. “Make me an offer.”

Prologue | Chapter 2

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Haunted Doorbell - Jake Seresin

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1443

Warnings: SMUT, CHOKING.

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

“You cannot be serious!” Jake laughs, watching you from your shared bed as you do a twirl, shimmying your shoulders a bit to add to it. He could not seem to look away as you walked the room like a runway, tripping over the pants of the costume a bit and trying to play it off. “Darlin….. I….”

“Before you say anything you have to get into your costume!”

“I didn’t get a costume?”

“I got you one.” You answer, grabbing the other part to your couple costume and tossing it to him on the bed. “Now giddy up cowboy.”

An hour later you have Jake standing behind you as you take pictures in the mirror from your hallway, getting ready to debut the world to the new Ken and Barbie. “I cannot wait. We are going to have so many trick and treaters-”

“Or. It’s or, Darlin. Pick one and stick to it. Kids can’t do both.”

“Well I believe in anarchy, Seresin.”

“You say that until our house is covered in toilet paper and eggs-” He murmurs, watching you throw your phone on the couch and dash to the kitchen in your pink costume, far too excited.

“Darlin’, We are just putting the bowl out with a ‘take one’ sign. Right?” He asks, leaning against the doorway, trying to lean his head on it but the pink cowboy hat stops him. You gasp and snap your head to him, a truly offended look written on your features as he takes a step back. “Easy-”

“Jacob Hangman Seresin. I don’t know how you texans do it, but we must admire each and every trick or treater.” You use the cheapest southern accent when you say Texas and he does his best not to laugh, choosing to move closer and help you empty the candy bags into the bowl.

“Fine, fine. What do we do in the meantime?”

“Cider and movies?”

“What movie do you have in mind?”

He felt like a teenager again.

After turning on the tv to Barbie he had planned to sit and watch it with you until the bell rang, but then he saw how pretty you looked and just couldn’t help himself. One thing led to another and next thing he knew he had you in his lap, the taste of cherry flavored sugar coating his tongue as he explored your mouth with his own.

Before he could get too into though the doorbell rang out and you were launching off him in excitement, fixing your hair and dashing to the door with him close behind.

By the time he opens the door you have the candy bowl, smiling from ear to ear when you see the group of kids.

“TRICK OR TREAT!”

“Oh my god, is that Wednesday Addamns and Batman?”

“It’s barbie!” The girl smiles and Jake watches as you put a handful of candy into each of their buckets before waving them off and shutting the door once more.

He turns to you with a sultry smile. “Now where were we?”

But you were gone, already heading to the kitchen rambling on about how cute their costumes were as you began prepping to make cider.

He moves to help you, using any possible chance he can to kiss you, and finally you both are curled back up on the couch with the movie. Both cups of Cider steaming on the coffee table before you as he shuffled closer to kiss you.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” He whispers, pecking the corner of your mouth as you smile. “So so so pretty Darlin’.”

He kisses along your jaw as he goes before he gets to your neck, only to be interrupted by the doorbell, and he can do nothing but watch you jump up to get the door. When you return you once again are smiling ear to ear as you sit beside him and he starts the process over again.

And again.

Over and over, getting you close just for that crappy doorbell to ring out once more. Beginning to lose his patience each time he hears it.

He finally loses it when he has you in his lap, hips grinding into your own as his hands squeeze at your thighs, biting your lip softly when the doorbell sounds out.

“You have to be kidding me.” He groans and you can’t help but smile, launching up to answer it. You take a little longer before you return, but this time he knows you are up to something.

You lean onto the frame of the living room, finger tracing up your side so slowly and Jake’s full attention is on you. He watches as your finger travels up your abdomen and across your breast until you reach the top button of your costume.

“Whatcha doin’, Sugar?” He croaks out, watching you closely.

“I know you like a bit of competition….strive off it actually.” You smile mischievously. “So I was thinking about a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“You have until the next doorbell to put a baby in me. If you fail then you have to wait until tomorrow.” Your smile widens like a cheshire cat, and you begin unbuttoning the pink vest. “Think you can put a baby in me hangman?”

He’s up in a flash, crossing the room to snatch your hips into his hands and smash your lips together in a forceful kiss that has you both moaning out. He bites into your bottom lip, slapping your hands away from your buttons and finishing them off himself, chucking your vest off quickly before moving to your pants.

When you pull back to breathe you help him with his own top, kicking out of your pants as he reaches a hand into your panties.

“Jesus you are so wet-” He groans, forehead falling against your shoulder as his fingers slide through your folds. “Fuck Darlin’...I love ya’.”

You moan out as he rubs his thumb on your clit, pulling at his top. “You wanna waste time right now?”

He growls out, eyes narrowing as he tears your panties off in one swoosh. “You gonna keep your attitude up tonight, Barbie?”

“You know it, Ken.” You wink, watching him strip before his hands fly to your thighs and he picks you up, your back slamming against the wall as he positions himself.

“Ready?”

“You know it.” And in one easy movement he is sliding you down onto him.

Jake takes you like a mad man, one hand flying to the wall to keep you both upright as his other hand keeps a hold on your hip while he thrusts into you as hard as he can. “FUCK!”

His fingers dig into your flesh as he helps you bounce against him, once you get the movement down he reaches his thumb as your clit then sliding his fingers up your abdomen to pinch as your nipple.

“You said you wanted me to put a baby in you. Yeah?” He asks, voice gravelly as he twists your nipple, slowing down his thrusts to tease you a bit. “I don’t think I can do that Darlin’.”

“Why not?” You whine out, trying to shove your hips into his own before his hand flies to your throat and tightens until your air is cut off.

“Because that would mean no more Halloween like this one. No more taking you in our living room, instead we would be out there.”

“And?” You gasp out, tightening around him at his stare. “I could make it worthwhile.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You swear?”

“SWEAR IT!” You shout, and the smile that spreads across his face is ruthless as he begins picking up pace again.

You have one hand in his hair, the other scratching at his back as he shoves you into the wall with a hard thrust, skin slapping against skin as your body begins clenching. Your nerves are on fire as he hits the spot inside you that has you falling apart.

And then you both are falling, figuratively and physically. His knees give out as he cums within you, sliding down and wrapping his arm around your head while you both fall to the floor. His forehead is laying on your collarbone while you both try to catch your breath.

“How did I win that?” He pants, casting a skeptical look to the direction of the door.

“I put a sign out with the bowl.” You gasp out, smiling a bit when his head snaps to you.

“You rushed me for no reason!”

“I find you work best under pressure. Happy Halloween baby.”

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