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Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the at his family's summer home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.
Series CW: Supernatural elements, Siren songs, Death, Accidental drownings, Near death experiences, Swearing, Violence, Mermaid/Sirens, Hypnosis, Attempted murder, Eventual smut, Fluff, Angst, Jake Seresin. Think that's pretty much it. Chapters will have individual warnings.
All posts related to this series will be tagged as "MMATS" and "Meet Me at the Sea"
Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.
Series CW: Violence, Swearing, Supernatural themes (not the show), Jake Seresin, slow burn, references to sex work, suggestive language, eventual smut, fluff, angst, firearms, etc. There will be chapter specific warnings!
All posts related to this story will be tagged with "FF" and "Fool's Fare"
Meet our heroine!
*Denotes smut
Completed on 12/02/24
Masterlist || Moodboards || Playlist
Series;
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six*
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten*
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Drabbles;
Guppy sneaks on the ship (Jake’s POV)
The Dagger Crew discusses having Guppy on the Hangman
Reposting again now that I’ve finished this series. So so so PHENOMENAL, literally one of the best written pieces over read in a long time and such a creative plot. I can’t suggest this enough and I’m absolutely reposting this every uhhh where.
Summary: Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it.
Series CW: Violence, Swearing, Supernatural themes (not the show), Jake Seresin, slow burn, references to sex work, suggestive language, eventual smut, fluff, angst, firearms, etc. There will be chapter specific warnings!
All posts related to this story will be tagged with "FF" and "Fool's Fare"
Meet our heroine!
*Denotes smut
Completed on 12/02/24
Masterlist || Moodboards || Playlist
Series;
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six*
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten*
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Drabbles;
Guppy sneaks on the ship (Jake’s POV)
The Dagger Crew discusses having Guppy on the Hangman
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summary: the local elementary school is invited to take a tour of the base and one of the little rascals gives away Jake’s biggest secret within seconds
paring: dad!Jake Seresin x (mentioned)mom!reader
Word count: 0.5k
“I want you all on your best behavior. No goofing off,” Maverick reminds the group in front of him, making him feel like he is talking to a classroom full of children instead of grown adults.
He points to Hangman and Rooster, “I’m looking at you two. Don’t go embarrassing me in front of a bunch of third graders. You are to set an example for these kids, am I clean?”
“Yes sir.” They all answer some more happily than others.
Maverick had been repeating the same speech over and over for the past week to get his point across.
Today the local elementary school's third grade was coming on base for a tour to see all the cool planes and understand what it is that they do (the kid friendly version).
To everyone’s surprise, Jake was the most excited out of the whole bunch.
Soon enough a bright yellow school bus loaded with children made it past the base's gates, stopping right in front of the group of pilots.
One by one the kids filled out of the vehicle, all too fascinated with their surroundings to listen to the teachers instructions to stay near the bus.
Suddenly the little blonde that Jake had been keeping an eye out for made herself known. Spitting from the group she charged at Jake, shouting for her daddy.
Out of habit he crouched down, opening his arms wide for his baby girl to throw herself into them. At this moment he couldn’t care less about the other daggers' shocked and confused faces.
“Bagman has a kid?”
“She’s gotta be like eight or nine, right?”
“We would have known if he had a daughter.”
“Totally.”
Jake chuckles at them all whispering to Charlotte, “you ratted me out, you little rascal.”
“Whoops.”
“Whoops is right.” Jake stood up. when he looked around all his teammates were looking him up and down for an explanation and since the little girl just threw him under the bus- “guys, this is my daughter Charlotte.”
now realizing all their attention was on her, Charlotte cowered behind Jake’s leg clinging onto his uniform.
“Holy shit.”
“It’s okay, Lottie,” Jake assures her.
Maverick went over the agenda for the day with the class of third graders and had his crew aviators introduce themselves. The whole time Charlotte stayed by her dads side. When it was finally his turn to introduce himself, Jake introduced himself as her dad.
All the kids' reactions were positive, lots of ’wow’s and ’cool’s were thrown around. Though most memorable reactions to the group were;
“No fair, how come Lottie has two cool parents.”
“Two cool parents? No way, Lottie’s dad is way cooler.”
“No! Mrs Seresin is cooler.”
“No way, her dad flies planes.”
“Just wait until your mother hears about this,” Jake chuckles to his daughter, ready to brag to that some of Lottie’s friends thought he was cooler than you.
“He’s married too, what the fuck.”
“Rooster, what did I say,” Maverick scolds him as the other kids look up at rooster with wide eyes.
“Daddy, the chicken swore.”
Rooster head snapped to Jake, “Bagman, did you train your spawn to call me that!”
The Goose Groupies have inspired me to return to this series, including....possibly....introducing Lloyd helping a reader work through her CNC fantasy and Dani helping a reader explore her submissive side and love of being tied up.
Maybe colt comforting reader when things for her film aren’t going right 🫶🏽🫶🏽
Colt comes to your rescue (clumsily) when you have a hard day. fem!reader, 1k words
Very minor plot spoilers for The Fall Guy (2024) if any
“I think he’s mad at you.”
You pause where you’d been scrubbing your eyes with your hands, though you don’t look at him. Colt Seavers seems to follow you everywhere you go, and consequently plays witness to your many breakdowns. “Thanks, Colt. That’s astute.”
“Are you mad at me? Why are you mad at me? It’s been ten seconds,” he complains. He has a unique talent for sounding flirty and needy at once.
“No, Colt. I’m tired, it’s been a long day.”
Colt is grinning when you meet his eyes. He has blood, fake or real undetermined, drying in the scruff of his facial hair. You gesture to yourself in a slow circle in the approximate area, to which Colt smiles again.
“You look perfect,” he says confidently.
“You have blood in your beard.”
“Oh, right.”
You sigh heavily, taking the few paces back to a stack of safety mattresses for a quick break. You’ll get up and help whoever needs helping as soon as you can feel your toes. Colt stays where he is, squinting against the sun, strands of blonde ends kissing his tan forehead. The summer shoots are good for him, he always looks so beachy. You’re exhausted all the time.
As he notices. “Are you getting enough sleep?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“‘Cos I was sleeping badly and then I got this new mattress that has four hybrid layers, there’s a foam layer, and then there’s titanium springs,” —he sees your distant expression and his own flickers— “anyways, you could try it if you want. Test it out with me. Or– Not with me. With me if you want. We’d have fun. But not with me if you don’t want to.”
You’d laugh if you had the energy. “Do you wanna sit down?” you ask.
“God, yes, please.”
He has another talent for being insanely handsome no matter the day. You look like you’ve been badly rewarmed before serving, where he looks like he rolled out of bed with a smile. He’s smiling at you now, the foolish kind that’ll fluster you if you let him do it for too long. “Stop,” you say quietly.
“You’re doing amazing.”
“Thank you. You’re the only person who thinks so, unfortunately.”
You smile at him weakly. Worried you look pathetic, you turn your face to your lap and clasp your fingers together.
“That’s not true. Mayview is old-fashioned, that’s all, he was around when they were still killing horses on TV.”
You grimace. “Yikes.”
“But it’s the modern era. He doesn’t get to make you feel like shit, or I’ll make him feel like shit.” He pretends to charge a sucker punch.
You lean forward a touch, not quite hugging your knees but tempted to fold in on yourself nonetheless, the heat of the sun a memory on your neck as the evening begins and cloud cover floods in.
The safety mattresses beneath you squeak and shush against each other. Your weight and Colt’s slides together slowly. He might be pushing himself a little with his boot, but you pretend not to notice as his hand comes to rest between your shoulders.
“I just can’t do anything right,” you mumble.
As soon as you’ve said it you’re hoping he can’t hear you, but he does. He might have injured pretty much anything that can be fractured, sprained, or just plain broken, but he has stellar hearing. “You do everything right. You do!” he says, quietly and passionately at once, “They don’t realise it, but you’re the glue keeping this whole thing together.”
“What are you?” you ask, bemused.
His hand is warm on your shoulder, unafraid where he hesitates to answer, “I don’t know. The test dummy? The guy who gets set on fire a lot?”
“How is that?”
“Warm,” he says, beaming, his face so unexpectedly close that you can see the glucose shining in the blood on his cheek. Fake blood. “You wanna try it? I’m sure I could convince the guys.”
“No, I’m okay.”
His voice turns silky. “Good, I wasn’t gonna let you anyway.”
“Let me?”
“You could get hurt.”
You give in, melted maybe by his warm tones, or exhausted by a day of playing mom for a director who can barely tell his left from his right. Your face presses to his shoulder and your spine sags under his hand, prompting Colt to pull you flush against his side. He always waits for your signals for stuff like this, no matter how desperate he might confess to being. “Can you make them all leave me alone?” you mumble into his jacket, the fabric rough against your nose.
“Obviously I can, but… We could run away.”
“Where would we go?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere sunny. You can rub sunblock on my back, I can hold the umbrella over your head while you read.”
“They have stands for that sort of stuff. Or you can shove it in the sand, you know.”
“I wanna do something nice for you,” he interrupts, the sound of a smile in his voice as he gives you a friendly jostle. “That’s the point.”
“You’re plenty nice, Colt.”
And he is. He saw you were upset and he came jogging upto you valiantly, and your side-armed cuddle is really pushing the pep back into your life. You take a few deep breaths under the weight of his arm before turning to him, brave, ready to go back to work if it means he’s gonna drive you home tonight. “Thank you for caring.” You kiss his cheek, careful of the fake blood. “You’re super nice.”
You miss the heat of him the second you stand, but there really is work to do.
“I’m super nice?” he calls. “How nice is super? Nice enough to get another one of those, or what? Are they by the metre?”
You bite back a smile.
“Hello? Can you hear me?” He must catch someone’s eye. “She can’t hear me. It’s cool. We like each other.”
The Gray Man AU Idea - Sierra Six as Professional Dom
I had big plans to write and answer some asks tonight, but my brain and body are tired. So instead, I am here to share a thought I had earlier for a Grey Man AU.
Imagine this, Six is a professional dom for hire and the reader reaches out to him to explore her submissive side and work on her anxiety/confidence issues. She’s nervous and awkward and he’s got a firm hand and soft voice…
Warnings for D/s dynamics, submission, kneeling and subspace. No sexual content but 18+ only, please.
“Are you ready to start?” Six asks you, taking a seat in the plush gray chair. You shift your weight from foot to foot, nervously twisting your hands together. He watches you calmly, gaze steady but not oppressive. You glance briefly at the door behind you and then back to him. “If you’re not ready, that’s okay,” he encourages. "We can talk more."
You’re anxious, but you want this. “I’m ready,” you tell him with a firm nod.
He smiles. “That’s good, come here.” You hesitantly make your way towards him, coming to stop between his legs. He tilts his head back to meet your gaze, staring at you for a long moment before you have to blink and look away. “That was good,” he praises. “I know eye contact is hard for you.”
You feel silly, drawing inward on yourself until his large hand comes to rest on your hip. That brings your attention back to him. His thumb drags back and forth over the soft flesh there, soothing you.
“Do you see the pillow on the floor?” He asks, pointing to the circular, pale blue pillow in front of your feet. “I want you to kneel on that. Can you get on your knees for me? ”
You nod and he clicks his tongue, reminding you of one of his first rules. Always speak when spoken to. “Yes,” you respond, slowly sinking to your knees between his long legs. Once you're settled you look up at him.
“We’ll start small. You can keep me company while I read,” he tells you. Your brows furrow, unsure what he means until he taps his thick thigh. “Rest your head here.”
Heat floods your face, a mix of shame and desire spreading through your limbs as you fall back on your heels and lay your cheek on his thigh. You look up at him and he smiles, dusty pink lips pulling up under his dark goatee. He strokes your hair, fingertips ghosting down to your jaw.
“Good girl,” he praises softly, lifting the book in his other hand.
You’re thankful for the pillow but even with it, the position is new to you and a little uncomfortable. You shift, leaning more of your weight against him. Six continues to stroke your head and face as he reads aloud, his low voice comforting. After a while you stop listening to the words, just the tenor and rhythm of his voice, letting them lull you into a soft, hazy state. You breathe out, shoulders dropping and tension leaves your body slowly the more time passes.
Also, it's fun to think of The Grey Men as a collective of doms. You'd have Six as a gentle, pleasure dom, Dani as a femdom who is into bondage and spanking and then there is Lloyd who is into S/M and the hard/mean dom space.
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summary: Court can’t sleep because he wants to be inside you.
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You and Court had a long day. He had gone from one gunfight to another that day, and now that you were on the run with him, he’d had to keep you safe as well. You were growing better at handling it when someone tried to kill the two of you, but it was still a new experience for you and it always made you exhausted. Not that all the literal running was any help.
You’d gotten away and found a hotel room somewhere in the German countryside and Court felt assured you were safe. The two of you crawled into bed after your showers. Court kissed you goodnight and you snuggled into his side as you tried to sleep away the day’s horrors.
It had been about twenty minutes and Court wouldn’t stop moving around. You rolled off his chest, thinking that you might be making him uncomfortable. Even if you weren't, he was keeping you up. You were just about to drift off when Court grabbed your waist and pulled you against his body so that your back was pressed to his chest. You happened to notice something else was pressed against you as well. Court slowly ground his hips against your ass, his erection pressing into the fabric of your underwear. He groaned into your ear. Despite how tired you were, the sound still sent a tingle to your nether regions.
“I need to be inside you, baby,” he purred against your neck.
“Too tired,” you mumbled back.
“We don’t have to do anything. Just want you wrapped around me,” he whispered against your skin.
“You know exactly what will happen,” you muttered. Court had made this request before and it always ended up causing you both to stay up longer.
“Not tonight, I promise,” he said. He began peppering your exposed neck and shoulder in soft kisses. You hadn’t moved from your still position on your side.
“Court…” you protested weakly.
“Please, baby. Can’t sleep without being inside your sweet pussy.” You let out the smallest whimper at his dirty words. Court smirked knowing he was going to win you over. He slid his hand around your body and pushed it beneath your underwear. He reached down to your slit and felt that you were already wet. You felt him smile against your skin.
“C’mon, baby,” Court murmured as he moved his lips to your jaw. “You don’t want to waste all this, do you?” He pulled his fingers from your underwear and showed you the wetness that was now coating his ring and middle fingers. Before you could say anything he moved his fingers to your lips, tapping them against your bottom lip gently. You mentally kicked yourself, but you couldn’t help but give in. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked your wetness off them. You pulled off of him and let out a little sigh of defeat.
“You promised you wouldn’t keep me up,” you said. “If I feel you moving you’re gonna be in trouble.” Court grinned against your neck. He bit you lightly as he slid his fingers back into your underwear.
“Just gotta warm you up a little, sweetheart,” Court cooed. He began swirling his fingers around your clit and soon you were mewling in his arms. Court reached down to run his fingers through your folds again and found you thoroughly soaked. “Ready, baby?” Court asked from behind you.
“Yes,” you hummed. “Want it now too.” He smirked as he pulled your underwear to the side. You felt his tip prodding against your slit. Suddenly you felt him pushing into you and you gasped.
“Fuck, baby. So warm,” Court moaned as he pushed into you.
“No moving,” you said. He kissed your shoulder blade.
“No moving,” he agreed as he continued pushing into you till he was buried to the hilt and your ass was pushed against his hips. You hummed when he settled, feeling whole. You wouldn’t admit it, but you liked this as much as him. He groaned as he felt you clench around him. “Baby,” he whined against your ear. “Can’t be doing that to me if you don’t want me to move.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Just makes me feel so full.” Court felt himself throb inside you at your words.
“You like being full of me?” He asked.
“Court…” You warned. “No dirty talk. Too tired.”
“Sorry,” he said. “I promised.” He kissed the top of your shoulder chastely and slipped his hand under the hem of your shirt so he could touch your skin. “Thank you, baby,” he mumbled.
“Always,” you mumbled back before the two of you drifted off.
When Court woke up, he was still inside you and he never remembered waking up so happy. You woke shortly after him and when you snuggled back into him he let out a little moan. You smirked at the sound. You clenched down on him as hard as you could and he groaned.
Summary: Dean’s in need of some extra cash to help Sam pay for his tuition and gets a job working as a nanny for the reader’s young son. As Dean becomes ingrained in the reader’s life though, he soon becomes more than just the nanny to them both…
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Summary: While getting a snack out of the vending machine, the reader bumps into a frustrated doctor who’s having a bad night and helps him get some perspective on things…
Pairing: Doctor!Dean x patient!reader
Word Count: 12K
Warnings: language, angst, crazy-ex boyfriend, mention of surgery/minor character death, fluff, doctor dean
A/N: This series is complete!
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