#Jake Jensen x reader angst | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bigtreefest · 8 months ago

Text

Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

< Prev | Series Masterlist | Next >

The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

Next >

Bonus A/N: so much going on!! What will happen next? Who was the girl whose truck Curtis had to fix??

Thank you so much for reading!! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are soooo appreciated. Lmk if you’d like to be added to any of my tag lists. Love you!

Series taglist:

@scuzmunkie

@openup-yourmind

@vicmc624

146 notes · View notes

the-iceni-bitch · 11 months ago

Note

13 or 14 (angst )with jake jensen <3

13. “Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.”

14. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.”

Ugh, this rang of self sabotage for me, buckle up.

Jake didn’t know what he was supposed to do. When he tried to touch you, you flinched, tears still falling from your eyes as heavy sobs wracked your chest.

“Baby…” he just ran a hand through his hair when you refused to look at him. “I just want to help. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Why would you talk to her?” You had been crying ever since the two you got in the car to go home, but this was the first time you had actually spoken to Jake. “I was waiting for you.”

His shoulders slumped as he let out a heavy sigh, looking at you with all the care in the world as he knelt in front of you while you just trembled and cried. It didn’t seem to matter how many time he told you you were the only one he loved and no other girls mattered to him, your insecurities kept rearing their ugly head because you just couldn’t make yourself open all the way up and trust him. Especially when he talked to his goddess of an ex, which had happened tonight. How could you trust him to love you completely when he gave up loving her?

“It was for thirty seconds. I just bumped into her and said hello.” Seeing you in pain made him ache, he hated this. “Honey, please look at me, I just want to make you feel better, I love you.”

“How can I believe you? I’m such a fucking mess and I ruin everything. You were having a good time and then I messed it up.” You shook your head and let out a hiccup as you continued crying like a stupid baby. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me. It would be easier if you just left. Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.”

Jake wanted to comfort you, he wanted to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. But when you got like this, when you wouldn’t let him in, he just felt defeated. All he wanted was to take care of you but he didn’t know what to do if you wouldn’t let him. So he stood up when you still wouldn’t raise your head, his face fallen and his vision going blurry until he blinked a few times. He gave you one last glance before leaving through the front door, wanting nothing so much as to go back inside and hold you when he heard you sobbing even harder but knowing it wouldn’t do any good.

⁂❆❅ 𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ❅❆⁂

#natalie answers #nat’s blue birthday #anon answered #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen angst

166 notes · View notes

holylulusworld · 9 months ago

Text

Sleeping Beauty

Summary: All you wanted was a date.

Pairing: Former Tony Stark x fem!Reader, Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fwb relationship, unrequited feelings, Tony being a douche, implied cheating, mentions of hacking, revenge served cold, Jake being a cutie

A/N: This is an AU. Tony is not Iron Man in my story.

“Y/N, we can’t,” Tony shook his head. You were asking about going on a date again, and it seemed like he was mad at you for even considering going out that night.

“Tony, why not? All I’m asking for is a date,” you exasperatedly said. “We have been hiding our relationship for too long. I thought we could go for dinner or watch a movie. No one will recognize us.”

“Y/N, I thought you knew that this was sex only. We are not in a relationship. I cannot be seen with the help.”

“The help?” You splutter. “I’m not the fucking help, you asshole!” You slapped him across the face. “We have been together for three years. This had nothing to do with sex only, Tony! Even if I was the help, there’s no reason to be ashamed. A job is a job!”

All the pieces suddenly fell into place. Tony only ever used you to have a warm body on lonely nights. The secrecy, all the time you had to hide under his desk, or even the broom closet when someone threatened to walk in on you.

In other words, he was a coward.

“Maybe it’s for the best to end this here and now,” he said without missing a beat. “And you should call me Mr. Stark in public from now on.”

“Tony, I never called you Mr. Stark. Not even before we were a thing,” you sniffled and turned away to wipe your eyes. “How could you change so much? Or were you always an asshole?”

“People could get the wrong idea if you call me Tony.”

“Oh, like we are together or something?” You sneered. “Tony, can we not talk like adults? I know you are scared of commitment and settling down but hurting me like this because you panic is not how you treat someone who means more than a quick fuck to you.”

“See, that’s the problem,” he casually shrugged. “You don’t mean more than a quick fuck to me. It was good while it lasted, but I don’t want a relationship. I told you so more than once.”

You nodded thoughtfully and even cupped your chin. You hummed and dropped your hand from your chin. “I can’t remember hearing these words from you. Remind me, Mr. Stark. Was that before, or after you told me that you love me and that no one will ever take my place.”

“Why do you have to make things complicated, Y/N? We are over and should act like adults. Only because I don’t want a relationship with you, doesn’t mean you cannot work here any longer.”

You tried not to laugh at this poor excuse of a man. He broke up with you and threatened your job at the same time. “Fine, you are free to go and fuck whoever caught your eye. I’m at my desk and check on the latest numbers of the company you pretend to run.”

Holding your head high you left the room. Tony wanted to sneak out of your relationship like a coward, so you had to be the adult and hold back the urge to break his face.

Your heart was battered and bruised, but you were in this position before. Because men are scared little boys pretending to be all grown and tough they hurt the ones loving them without thinking twice.

Two weeks later you were almost over your heartbreak. You finally realized you hung your heart on a man not able to commit and tried to move on. If Tony wasn’t ready to be in a relationship, you had to accept his decision and act professionally.

That was until you saw him getting all cozy with his ex-girlfriend. He even dared to make his revived relationship public to rub salt into your wounds.

Not two weeks after he broke things up with you, Tony Stark, the eternal bachelor proposed to Pepper Potts and showed off his pretty fiancé. He was all over her, and she, well she gave you boring looks and smirked at you.

You knew right there and then that Tony broke things off with you for her, not because he was scared of commitment.

“Jensen,” you looked around the dingy bar. “Why did we meet up here?”

“No hug for me?” Jensen frowned deeply when you slipped into the booth next to him. “We haven’t seen each other for three years and all I get is an annoyed look?”

“Jake, I don’t have time for this,” you snapped at Jake. He wasn’t the bad guy in your story but pretending to be alright while your world was falling apart wasn’t easy.

“Last night you said something about your boss and boyfriend. So…” Jake expectantly looked at you. “How can Jake help you?”

“I-“ you bit your tongue. “I installed a sleeping beauty in someone’s system some time ago. It was meant to be a backup if anything happens to my data on their server.” You licked your lips. “You see, all the data I tried to protect are now…”

“Unprotected thanks to the little surprise you left in their system,” Jensen concluded. He was all giddy and wanted you to pour him in. “What do we do with your sleeping beauty now?”

Jake cocked his head to watch you fidget with your phone. “I don’t know, Jensen. That’s why I called you.” You exhaled deeply. “The man I believed loved me dumped me for his ex, pretending we never had a relationship. He threatened my position within his company and rubbed his infidelity into my face.”

“What a piece of shit!” Jake exclaimed loudly, earning funny looks from the people sitting in the booth opposite your position.

“I wanted to be the bigger person,” you sniffed and shoved your phone toward Jake. “I tried to act professionally and move on. You know, like an adult.”

He nodded and eyed you up and down. Jake always had a thing for you but never dared to ask you out. “What happened?”

“Tony Stark started to show off his pretty fiancé,” you hissed her name and wrinkled your nose. “I swallowed the hatred and still tried to be the greater person.”

“Of course,” he hastily said and scooted a little closer to you. “What happened?” Jake asked again.

“After he announced his engagement with that bitch not two weeks after he gave me the boot,” you took a deep breath, ignoring the dull ache in your heart, “he fired me.”

“Is that guy real?” Jake huffed. “I mean…how can he do something like that? He makes us all look bad.”

“Us all?” You quirked a brow.

“Men. Cockowner,” he shrugged. “If a guy pulls a stunt like that, he dooms us all. In the name of all men, I’m very sorry this douchebag did this to you.”

“If you are truly sorry, help me with sleeping beauty,” you pointed at your phone. “Their system is wide open for you. I just don’t know what to do with it.”

“What do you want?” He moved even closer to look you deep in the eyes. “Do you want me to anger him a little or more?”

“I want him to be as embarrassed as I was that night. I want you to leak every dirty little secret he tried to hide. Tony Stark will regret fucking me over.”

“We can’t do it right now,” Jake said. “If you leave the company and only a few hours, or even days later I hack their system…”

“They will know I was involved,” you ended Jake’s line. “You’re right. I was blinded by my anger that I didn’t think this through.”

“How about you take your two-weeks’ notice and pretend everything is fine. You leave the company, and we wait a few more weeks, or months. And when he feels safe and prepares for their wedding…” Jake slammed his fist onto the table. “Baaaam! I’ll strike and destroy him!”

Three months later…

“Signed. Sealed. Delivered, ma’am,” Jake grinned as you stared at the monitors at his penthouse in disbelief. “I got you good, Tony Stark, and fucked you over.”

You clasped one hand over your mouth and giggled. Jake used the sleeping beauty you hid in the system to leak all of Tony’s dirty little secrets. “Wow! I mean…wow! You outdid yourself!”

“If you ever want to fuck someone else over,” he leaned closer to grin at you while squeezing your thigh, “I’m your man…”

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #tony stark #former tony stark x reader #female reader #angst #Sleeping Beauty

136 notes · View notes

cottagecheese1 · 8 months ago

Text

Not what I meant

Paring: Jake Jensen x reader

A/n: I literally love Jake Jensen so much I couldn't help myself.

Summary: Jake and you get ready to go out on a date, but he makes an unexpected comment that has you feeling subconscious. Warnings: Angst, good ending, Jake says something mean, fluffy ending, mention about looks, body image issues, insecurity.

You stood in front of the full body mirror looking back your reflection, nitpicking everything about your appearance. The dress you wore seemed unflattering, and you're not quite flat stomach made everything feel way to tight. Even though when Jake bought the dress for you, he promised you looked beautiful in anything you wore–maybe you could take a chance and believe him.

After another 30 minutes in the bathroom, you were finally able to build up enough confidence to go out and face Jake. Even though you both have been together for an upcoming 3 years–he still made you nervous on date nights.

You made your last final touches as you heard him call you from outside the door, you took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom, your heart beating out of your chest–worried about the criticism you probably won’t get from him.

“Are you almost done baby it's almost six thirty-”

Jake got cut off mid-sentence as you walked out of the bathroom, looking as gorgeous as ever of course, he was at lost for words at how beautiful you were, he can tell you weren’t feeling very confident, and planned to change that quickly, but of course everything goes wrong when he opens his mouth, so instead of repeatedly telling you how mesmerizing you looked and how the dress he bought hugged your curves perfectly–something else came out.

“Wow babe-I-the dress seems kinda tight don’t you think? Not to mention you look kind of artificial-well not artificial, but you know-um-unreal? No, no not what I meant-you look-”

Before he could get the last of it out, he was mentally cursing at himself for being so stupid, when he looked up to see your face it told him all that he needed to know, your teary eyes, arms wrapping around your midsection, and the way you looked at your feet in disappointment made him feel like a total asshole.

You quickly darted back into the bathroom and closed the door, not only did your boyfriend just call you fat, he also called you ugly which hurt more than anything, but right now you could barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror, not after what the love of your life just said to you–sitting down on the toilet seat, your dress now long gone on the floor. All you could do was cry, you felt embarrassed and kinda stupid that you actually thought he wouldn’t notice how you tried to suck in your stomach or try to pull your dress out, so it didn’t cling to you as tightly.

After about an hour you stopped crying, and just sat on the bathroom floor in silence, the date was already long gone so you contemplated just sleeping on the floor to save yourself the embarrassment. You heard the doorknob slowly turn and the door creak open, not even looking up because you already knew who it was–of course you forgot to lock the door.

Jake opened the door, and looked down to see your red puffy eyes, black lines of mascara streaking down your face, not only did he feel terrible, but he also made you feel even worse than you already did, it absolutely broke his heart to see you in such a state because of him.

“Oh baby-I-you don’t know how sorry I am, everything I said in there was not what I meant at all, you know my mouth acts before I think”, Jake tried to joke lightly at the end, but seeing his antics didn’t seem to amuse you at all, he just decided to just act now and say later.

Jake bent down to cup your face in his hands–thumbs gently stroking your tear-streaked cheeks–he lovingly brought your gaze to his as he pecked your lips softly, as much as you didn’t want to, you melted into his touch immediately, then you finally said something.

“You were right though, my dress did make me look fat, and I know I’m not the most appealing to look at-”

He quickly cut you off by shushing you, and pulled you into his lap, stroking your bare back before he responded, “Baby listen to me, I think you are the most gorgeous women in the entire world, when I saw you tonight-I was lost for words, I know they came out wrong–but I love you more than life itself, please forgive me.”

You look down at your lap, then back up at him smiling–of course you knew Jake always had trouble with words, but that cheesy loving speech he just makes up for the last 2 and a half hours.

Giggling you cup both his cheeks and lean in to give him a gentle kiss that he gladly accepted, moving his hands up and down your thighs before he pulled away.

“Well-if it's worth anything, you still looking fucking hot” Jake said with a lighthearted laugh before you responded.

“Maybe if you cuddle me tonight while we watch the Rocky franchise it will mean something”, you said with the same tone.

Jake leaned in to steal another kiss from you before he responded, “Hmm, I think I can do that for my baby–popcorn too?”, you returned the kiss before giving him a “yes please.”

As Jake returned from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, he set the bowl down on your side table before quickly taking off his T-shirt and pants, he pretty much jumped into bed while trying to snuggle into you, but after you both got situated under the blanket, he pulled you into his chest and gave a peck on the forehead.

You laid your head on his chest before saying, “I love you.”

“I love you too”.

#x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #jake jensen x female reader #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen imagine #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen #jake jensen smut #chris evans characters #jake Jensen fanfiction #the losers (2010)#masterlist #chris evans masterlist #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluffy

65 notes · View notes

jamneuromain · 1 year ago

Note

Allright my sweet Jam, listen about this. How about a reader who is new at her work and Meet our dear nerdy boy Jensen, Who happens to be in a very bad relationship with a mean girl. He doesn’t leave her because he thinks nobody would date him again , however there comes our reader girl being a badass, sort of friendsxlovers cuties🤭.

Im loving thiiiis!!!! 🙈

Hi nonnie😌❤️

😩soft boi Jakey is always going to have a special place in my heart - the golden retriever look on his face is so damn adorable-

Bad B*tch

Jake Jensen x Reader (you)

Summary: Jake is in a tough spot with a terrible person around. You choose to be the bitch and snap him out of it.

Warning: Swear words.

"I'm so fed up!" Hush-yells Clara, who shoved Jake away from her close proximity, "Leave me alone!"

Storming off from the coffee room, she didn't look back.

If anyone other than people from your department is seeing this, they would think that Jake, who had been pushed and shoved, must have done something wrong to piss off the pretty lady who ran away.

From your point of view?

Clara was obviously manipulating her boy toy again.

It was unfair to call Jake "boy toy", however, with his weirdly cute goatee and the round spectacles on the bridge of his nose, you understood why Clara would want him around. He was undoubtedly good-looking, and practical regarding computers, phones, and anything linked to the power strip.

In fact, your laptop was what connected you and him in the first place. On the first day in your office, you were completely bewildered by the complicated authorization process to make amendments to some files. After some help from the only guy at IT - Jake - you were lucky to gain the authorization from the IT department twice as fast. You had been friends since.

Now, after two years working for your company, you knew too well of your co-workes, Jake included, but especially Clara from the same department where you came from.

Clara was the notorious slayer of hearts, keeping a few men around the tips of her fingers, and manipulate them to do her work for her, occasionally rewarding them by blowing a kiss (or screw them in an empty office, you had the unfortunate experience of walking in Clara and another men fucking each other's brain out) and making their sanity scrambled into mush.

Jake, as it seemed, has fell into the hands of Clara since six months ago.

Jake met your eyes from where he was standing. He managed a small smile, which looked sad rather than happy.

"What is it with this time?" You asked quietly.

It has happened so many times after Jake was determined that Clara was willing to be his girlfriend. Clara would scream and yell whenever something didn't work out the way she expected to, and Jake would hastily apologize for something that wasn't his fault.

"I ... got upset when she got too close with Felix." Jake scratched the back of his head, stepping out of the coffee room and gesturing towards the terrace, where he'd be more open to conversation without eyes and ears close by, "It's ... it's my fault, though, I'm insecure, I'm ..." Jake repeated what Clara had hissed at him, shutting his eyes, he could still hear her words ringing in his ears.

"Sorry about dumping this on you." He hastily apologized. He noticed that you were awfully quiet, probably because that you didn't want to hear about his yet-to-be relationship drama.

"It's okay." You shrugged.

It was not. But last time when you told Jake that Clara was manipulating him into doing her biddings, Jake broke into a large fight with you.

Even though he apologized the next day, but stating the fact that Clara was nothing like you imagined her, you realized some topics were better staying in the dark.

Topics like Clara and her ways with men.

However, it didn't mean that you couldn't wiggle your opinion into his mind.

You turned to him, your voice flooded with sympathy, "You must feel that you are out of her league, I get that a lot."

Yeah sure, Clara didn't deserve him.

Jake took a deep breath, before continuing, "It's just that ... none of the girls finds me attractive." He casted a small glimpse in your direction, "I'm the nerdy IT guy, and they are always ... hot. " Licking his lower lip nervously, Jake huffed, "Clara is different. She has a bad temper, but I think she likes me. She really does."

You were not going to dwell on the case of Clara, because you knew no matter what you say, he was going to defend her. So you changed your approach, "Rewind to the last thing you said - you're not a nerd."

Jake pouted, blinking his puppy eyes.

His whole demeanor was expressing one simple idea. He knew you were trying to sneak by with a white lie.

You laughed. "Okay! Okay, you are. But you're cute. Don't girls dig the cute nerd type?"

"You'd be surprised." He sagged his shoulder, looking depressed, mumbling, "Thank you, anyways. You must have something better to do, and yet you chose to stay and listened to my miserable love life-"

"Don't." You instinctively stopped him from saying more, "Look, Jake, you've been my friend ever since I got to this place, and I know you. I chose to stay because my friend is in need because of a-" You swallowed the B-word, with difficulty, "a really bad person broke his heart, over, over and over again. Not because of anything else, and certainly not because my dear friend 'doesn't deserve' some comforting when he needs it."

Jake stretched his arms over the terrace railing, looking into the city's concrete walls and iron jungles.

"Jake, look at me." You whispered.

He gave no reply, simply letting out a long sigh.

"Jake." You raised your voice, only by a little, and he still did not answer you.

"Jake-" You squished his cheek between your palms, finally made him turn your way, with his adorable lips protruding, "You're better than this - sulking over that bitch - okay?"

A pit of fire rolled in your stomach.

Why couldn't he see the truth? That Clara was playing him, that she never meant to be his girlfriend, not to mention the new boytoy she had, Felix, who was in the accountant and that she needed Felix to check the books for five dozen purchases in your department - on top of, the purchase checks were supposed to be Clara's work, because she messed up with her data entries.

"She wants me." Jake repeats stubbornly. If he had puppy ears, they'd be dangling to the floor, "She likes me."

God, enough with Jake and his bullshit-

You stood on your tiptoes quickly, and smothered Jake with a kiss. The hands on either side of his cheek helps. The fire in your stomach fueled to the kiss, urging you to nibble on his lips, regardless that you were on the terrace of the company building, that you could be seen by almost anyone who stepped foot into the second floor, while the only thing that separated you from the building was see-through glass doors.

"Jake, I need you to help me with-" Clara rushed over, pulling the glass door open, was stunned at her spot, and then, "YOU BITCH!" She screamed at you.

"Guess I am." You smiled coyly, letting go of Jake's reddened lips, "need anything?"

Clara turned to Jake, stomping like a teenager, "Jake, please, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I really need your help."

"I-" Jake hesitated.

"Jake pleaaaaase, you can't help her like that." You mocked her voice, fingers exploring his chin and his stupidly cute goatee, "Oh wait - sorry, forgot I was a bitch. Now why don't I live up to that name - " You made the most impressive bitch face in your entire life, not that you did it before, but with you narrowing your eyes, and twitching your lips, and the "Fuck off from my boyfriend", you made Clara scatter.

You were crossing your arms in contempt, satisfied with your tactics, when a small gasp from Jake made you aware of his presence.

"For the record, I'm not saying sorry." You pursed your lips into a thin line, "Even if you don't want me to be your friend anymore."

Jake gulped, and gulped again, and calling your name hesitantly. Thin sheet of sweat emerged from his forehead, before the goofy grin curled up onto his lips.

"No. No." He murmured. Cheeks pink, biting the inside of his lip, staring into the ground so hard as if studying tile patterns, he added, "You're not asking me for help at work, are you?"

You huffed out a laugh. You could not believe his first concern of your announcement.

"Yes." You cleared your throat.

His eyes looked up in disbelief.

"And asking you to come to our house for New Year's dinner. And asking you to teach me how to play Overwatch. And asking you to be my date at my cousin's wedding. And such and such." Your hand sneaked to his side, secretly interlacing his fingers with yours, "What'd you say?"

"Yeah." He breathed, "Yeah that sounds ... great. As long as I get to be Sombra."

"Who?" You quirked your eyebrows.

Jake giggled, holding your hand tightly in his, "You have so much to catch up on Overwatch! Sombra is the most badass one of them all - well, not as badass as you, it seems..."

Find Jammy's 500 Follower's Celebration here 👈

Questions? Comments? Requests? 👉Send them to my inbox 👂

#jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen angst #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen #jammy's 500 celebration #writing challenge

88 notes · View notes

adulting-sucks · 2 years ago

Text

Outside the Storm

This is my entry for MIssy's 3.5K follower event: You were one of my first follows on here, I am happy to have the chance to participate. @saiyanprincessswanie

Summary: Steve Rogers is the most feared mobster in the Eastern US, and you had fallen for him. What happens when the love fades and you need to escape? In walks Andy Barber-is he your savior or another nightmare?

Word count: 12,938K (Still no chill 😬)

Characters: Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Reader; Andy Barber x Reader; Jake Jensen and Reader (Platonic)

Mafia AU; Defending Jacob doesn't exist

Prompt: "No one else would get to hurt you again, you were his"

Warnings: Your media consumption is your responsibility-This story contains dark subject matter, please stay away if you cannot handle; Smut, lots and lots of Smut; Forced Anal play; angst, lots and lots if angst; Fluff

Once again, a huge shout out and thank you to @peyton-warren who kept me sane and walked me through every word. I couldn't do any of this without your support

You looked at your reflection, hardly recognizing the woman you saw, really just a shell of the person you used to be. You picked up the business card, running your fingers over the embossing on the front, turning it over to see the handwritten phone number, a number you had dialed over and over, always hanging up after the first ring.

You continued staring at your face, noticing new lines, feeling as if your youth was gone, your soul having survived a thousand lives. You stared at the name on the card, again twirling it over and over, dialing and hanging up. Until you didn’t.

“I’ll meet you tomorrow, one o’clock, the place we first met,” you said after you heard the click connecting your call. You hung up, not allowing time for a response, your heart pounding, blood rushing, your ears roaring.

You hid the card in your purse, a secret pocket only you knew about, knowing if he ever found it, you were dead. Steve Rogers was not a man you betrayed, yet with one call, you had sealed your fate, no turning back now.

You stared at your reflection, seeing nothing of the girl you were when you fell in love with the head of the largest mafia syndicate in New York, hell over all of the East Coast. That girl was dead, replaced with an older woman, one who was tired. You stood and walked over to your bed knowing sleep would elude you again.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

You weren’t sure how you were able to do it, but you managed to leave the house unnoticed and alone, something that didn’t happen too often. Steve didn’t like you being alone with so many enemies who would do anything to get to him, even hurting you.

You sat at your regular table in the corner where you could see everything yet remain unseen, blending into the area around you. You sipped your soda, your eyes continuously scanning everything. He walked in just as your eyes made it to the door, your heart thundering in your chest, hands shaking.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” Andy Barber said as he sat across from you, a gentle smile on his face. “I know the risk you’re taking, I know what I am asking of you-” he continued, pausing at your scoff and eye roll.

“Do you really, Mr, Barber? What you’re asking of me will cost me my life, not that there’s much left of it anyhow,” you retorted, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “Look, I will hear you out, I will take every word into consideration. But if I do this, I vanish, as if I never existed, and Rogers will never find me. Those are my terms.”

Andy shook his head in agreement, willing to give you everything you asked for for intel on Steve Rogers. He had built his career on doing the right thing, fighting the bad guys, and Andrew Barber was fucking good at his job. But getting to put Steve Rogers away for life, effectively crumbling the New York crime syndicate would be life changing. Steve Rogers was ruthless and cold, yet smart.

“I understand your hesitation but I will do everything in my power to get you out alive.” Andy placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing it to reassure you. You met Andy’s gaze, trusting him almost immediately, trying to ignore the warmth of his touch.

“Okay, when do we start?” you asked, your stomach somersaulting, a feeling you hadn’t had in a long while; you liked Andrew Barber. He was handsome, devastatingly so, his blue eyes so piercing they seemed to see your very soul. You liked how soft his skin was, the way his smile reached every feature on his face, so genuine. You wondered what his lips felt like, how his hands would feel exploring every inch of your bare skin as he kissed every part of you.

“Are you okay?” Andy asked, his voice cutting through your very sinful thoughts, thoughts that had you squeezing your thighs together. “Do you think you can start now, we can record everything for the record. I have an office no one knows about, one rented under a pseudonym by the district attorney's office just for cases like this.” Andy rubbed his thumb over your knuckle, soothing your anxiety, almost as if he had known you all your life.

“Yeah, okay. But we need to go now, and I will do it all at once. Steve thinks I’m at my mother’s house for the next week; I told him she was ill. It’s the only reason I was able to slip away unnoticed.” You looked out the window, wondering if this was truly the right thing to do. You had loved Steve Rogers once, did you still?

“I know how dangerous this is, and I wouldn’t ask it of you if I didn’t think you could handle it. Your strength is quiet, but strong. And if those marks are any indication of your life, then Rogers needs to go away for good.” Andy watched you shift in your seat, self consciously adjusting your jacket.

“Make no mistake, Mr. Barber. I am not a battered woman. These marks are for everyone else, so they know who I belong to. Steve has never hit me, never once laid a hand on me. These marks are the result of his love, of his fucking me into the ground.” You held his gaze, no shame in your words at all; Steve Rogers was a damn good fuck, the best you’d had.

“Be that as it may, it doesn’t change anything. Rogers needs to go away, and you need a new life. That is what I will give you, I promise. And please, call me Andy.” He smiled gently, your hand still in his grasp, his eyes never leaving yours, never showing one ounce of judgment.

You cleared your throat, unable to hold Andy’s gaze. No man had ever looked at you the way Andy was, not even Steve. “Well, Andy, let’s get this going. The sooner it’s done, the sooner I will disappear.” You grabbed your purse, leaving a hundred dollar bill on the table. Andy stood, leading you out to his car. There was no turning back now, even if you wanted to.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Steve’s POV

Steve pulled into the driveway happy to finally be home. He had been away for almost two weeks, and he couldn’t wait to see you. And fuck you. He had tried to sate his need with other women, but none of them could ever amount to you. You were perfect. Your hair, your skin, your pussy. He had turned you into the perfect woman, and he made sure to mark you everytime he buried his cock in you.

Steve made sure he had everything, almost forgetting the jewelry he had gotten you. The soft velvet housed a gorgeous white gold necklace and ring set, beautiful alexandrite in the center, small diamonds surrounding both in a teardrop shape. Steve knew you loved colored and rare gems, just how he saw you. Stunning and rare.

Steve still remembered the first time he saw you, standing outside of the lecture hall, laughing with the president of the most popular fraternity on campus, your hand resting on his arm. In that moment, Steve wanted to kill any man who even looked at you, and from then on, you were his. Everyone knew who Steve Rogers was, and Steve Rogers always got what he wanted.

Steve opened the door, surprised at how dark the house was, wondering where you were. You weren’t normally gone this late. He pulled his phone out, shooting a text to his head of security to see where you were as he wasn’t used to not knowing your location at all times. Hell, he’d even hired your best friend as head of his technology section. Jake Jensen was such a goofy motherfucker, he never once worried about you being alone with him.

As he waited for a response to his text, he pulled up the tracking app he had installed on your phone without your knowledge, one of the many secrets he had paid Jensen handsomely to keep confidential. He saw your phone showing at the hospital near your mother’s home, his concern and wariness growing.

He shot a text off asking if everything was okay with your mom, setting your present down, losing his tie and shirt. He made his way to his office, poured himself a bourbon as he waited for your reply. You’d never given him a reason to not trust you, but there was something about this that didn’t sit right with him.

His head of security texted back to let Steve know you’d been called away earlier by an emergency, your mom had collapsed and was found unconscious by her home health nurse. The agency had you listed as her emergency contact, calling you about her hospital admission.

Steve was considering this story when his phone rang, you on the other end. He listened as you explained the days events, the steady beep of the heart monitor playing in the background of the conversation. You told him it would be about a week before you’d be home, even with the home health nurses on duty. Steve, of course, told you not to worry about anything but your mother, that he would be here waiting, and to call him if you needed anything at all. He asked if you’d like him to join you once he returned, not revealing that he had already arrived home from his business trip. You told him it was fine and that you’d see him at home, ending with telling him you loved and missed him.

Steve hung up, alarm bells ringing in his head. He immediately called Jensen, commanding round the clock monitoring of your location and communication, to be reported directly to him. Steve poured himself another glass, staring into the fire. He wasn’t sure what would happen or what he would find, but hopefully it was just a feeling.

He drained the rest of his drink, leaving your present on his desk as he headed to his bedroom. He hadn’t slept in about a day and exhaustion was catching up to him. Steve decided to go straight to sleep, changing into flannel bottoms with no shirt, sinking directly into bed, his dreams sending him into even more concern and chaos.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Flashback

You remembered the first time you saw Steve Rogers, his large shoulders, striking blue eyes, classically handsome looks all focused on you as if you were the only person besides him to exist. You found yourself pulled into the orbit of his space and you honestly felt you were finally where you belonged.

Steve introduced himself, his gaze never wavering from yours as you told him your name, the other man all but forgotten. You knew about Steve Rogers, everyone did, but you never thought Steve Rogers would care about someone like you.

He walked along with you, stopping to offer a ride when you realized you’d missed the last bus back to your apartment. You were hesitant, stranger danger and all, but you found yourself unable to say no, almost as if the world would shatter if you did.

The drive was comfortable, as if you two had known each other all your lives. And maybe for you, you had. Steve Rogers was everything you’d dreamed of, the man of every dream you’d ever had. Tall, nice, focused solely on you and you alone, even if you two had just met. You’d never had that in your life, always feeling invisible or unseen compared to your friends.

Steve listened as you talked about your goals, veterinary school always your dream since you could talk. You had always had a better connection with animals, humans had always managed to let you down or disappoint somehow. You had just finished your second year of your post graduate degree, your clinicals starting in a few days. You’d only been at the school to pick up your rotation for the next semester.

Steve had never been one for love or relationships; he’d learned early in life that you couldn’t trust or depend on anyone but yourself, something his father had always made sure he remembered, especially once he had started learning the business. The Family Fucking Business as the movies liked to say. Every time he watched The Godfather or Goodfellas, he always had a good laugh-nothing about his life was glamorous or pretty. Well, nothing until he met you.

He could listen to you talk all day, every minute, his life finally finding purpose outside of fortune and power. He was lost in the mellifluous sound of your voice and realized he’d missed the last five minutes of your conversation. You laughed at his confusion, finding yourself also lost in him.

He walked you up, stopping outside your door as he tried to memorize every last detail he could, not knowing when or if you would want to see him again. As you stood watching him, trying to find any reason not to say goodbye, you threw all caution to the wind, suddenly finding the courage to do something you never would have.

You stood on the tips of your toes, snaking your arms around Steve’s neck, and before you could change your mind, placed your lips on his. You felt Steve still and wondered if you’d just humiliated yourself until you felt him relax, a hand on your lower back, the other on your cheek as he leaned into the kiss, taking over.

You don’t know how long the kiss actually was, all you knew was the burning in your lungs finally forced you apart. You rested your forehead against his, both of you gulping in breaths of fresh air. Steve pulled back, his cheeks flushed as he continued stroking your cheek softly with his thumb, the trail of heat still on your skin as you allowed yourself to look at him.

You stood in silence, both too lost in each other to say a word. Steve asked for your phone number after a few minutes of being silent and still, handing over his phone as you held your hand out. You typed your number then called yourself to save Steve’s, placing one more kiss on his lips before you ran into your apartment and locked the door.

You leaned against the closed door, your heart pounding, your stomach fluttering wildly, brushing your fingers over your lips where you still felt his. You squealed in delight, scaring the kitten you’d just brought home from class after you performed an amputation on his tail caused by a deep infection which would not heal.

You picked up Nubbins, happy in a way you’d never experienced before. You were always the quiet one who was only spoken to when men were trying to hit on your friends, you were never the main character in any story. Yet, this man you’d only known for two hours had changed all of that. You heard him chuckle and wish you a good evening with the promise you would hear from him soon.

You made dinner and started going over your schedule for the next semester, your favorite movie droning on in the background when you heard your phone vibrate. You jumped, the noise scaring you for a moment as you weren’t used to anyone really texting you. Nubbins grumbled and yawned, moving to sit on the other end of your bed after you had so rudely disturbed his sleep.

You saw Steve in your banner notifications, your heart skipping a beat. He couldn’t wait any longer to talk to you, and you couldn’t be happier about not playing it cool. You texted with Steve well into the night, falling asleep past one in the morning. You knew you’d be tired for your first shift at the local shelter, your meeest clinical site, but it was completely worth it.

You woke up at six, heading to the shower first thing as per your normal morning routine. You dressed quickly, almost forgetting your phone on the way out the door. You had just locked up and finally opened your phone to check the time so you didn’t miss your bus. You heard your name as you came down the front steps, looking up to see Steve standing there with a cup of coffee.

You flushed, not used to having someone take care of you like this. Steve opened up the car door for you, making sure you were buckled in before he made his way to the drivers side. He asked for the name of the shelter, putting it in his GPS as he pulled away from the curb,

From that moment on, you never took another bus again. Steve was always there to pick you up and take you home, sending one of his most trusted men if he was working or out of town. Steve took you to dinner, to musicals, the movies, anything you wanted to do, Steve made sure you did.

The next two years continued like this, Steve being the loudest one at your graduation, your biggest cheerleader through all of it. Nubbins adored him, and you had to admit your heart melted every time you saw your large and cold man enraptured by a tiny ball of floof, finding Nubbins napping on Steve many times.

The sex was always amazing, right from the start. Steve was used to women falling all over themselves for a chance at him, even if for only one night. You, however, you didn’t. You wouldn’t sleep with him until you were sure the connection between the two of you was genuine. You weren’t playing hard to get, nor were you frothing at the mouth for a taste of him. Steve had never met anyone like you, and once he had tasted you, he was never letting you go.

The first time with Steve was straight out of one of your favorite romantic movies: slow, sweet, and incredibly sensual. You’d made your way to his house after dinner, heading in for a nightcap. As you sat and talked, you realized you were ready, you wanted to take this leap now.

You put your glass on the table grabbing Steve’s and placing it next to yours, moving onto Steve’s lap, straddling him as you started to kiss. You felt his hands move down your back, one coming to settle on your hip, the other in your hair as he held you close.

He groaned as you rolled your hips over his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath you, causing you to moan and roll your hips again, trying to find any type of friction.

Steve pulled back, pushing your hair out of your face, his hand caressing your cheek as he stared deeply, asking if you were sure that you were ready, that this is what you wanted. You nodded silently, never breaking eye contact as you felt him lift you from the couch, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

He kissed you deeply, moving you softly and gently to the bed, propping your head on his pillows. He kneeled between your legs, kissing you again, moving from your mouth to the shell of your ears, down your neck to the swell of your breasts.

He kissed down your stomach, his hands landing under your shirt and pushing it up, his lips following the trail of his fingers. You arched your back up to allow him to remove your shirt, so completely lost in the sensation of his touch and tongue. He removed your bra as he made his way back down your neck, his eyes locked with yours as he took one nipple in his mouth, the other in his hand.

You had never remembered being this sensitive, every lave of his tongue, every nibble of teeth, every kiss sending electric shocks up and down your body, your mind filled with nothing but Steve Rogers. He switched breasts, paying just as much attention to your other nipple, the cool air sending goosebumps down your flesh.

He kissed down your stomach, his hands moving to your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them slowly down, making sure he kissed every inch of skin down one leg and up the other as he dropped your pants to the floor. Your hands moved onto his head, twining in his hair as he nosed your clothed pussy, your scent already intoxicating to him.

He rubbed up and down over your lace thong, fascinated with the wet patch forming from his ministrations, your grip on his hair tightening the more he teased. He finally hooked his thumbs under the waistband, all patience lost as he ripped them off easily, his mouth finding your clit immediately.

You cried out, his mouth so warm and wet against your cunt, every nerve firing off with pleasure as he sucked and licked, inserting two fingers in. You cried out again and again, the sudden fullness mixed with his suckling hurtling you over the edge, your orgasm immediate and hard.

He worked you through it, his cock straining against his pants as he watched you fall apart. You came a second time, crying out, barely registering the loss of his mouth before you felt him slowly slide his dick in, your walls grabbing on tight. He swore he had never felt a pussy this good, and from this moment on, it was only for him.

As you came back to reality, you found your hips moving in time with his, slow and steady as he fucked you, his forehead resting on yours, his eyes locked onto your face as he kept taking you apart. You opened your eyes, completely lost in the sensations your body was experiencing.

Steve hooked an arm under your right leg, allowing him to fuck you deeper and deeper, his fingers gripping your hip so tightly you knew would leave marks of the best kind. You told him not to stop, begging Steve to fuck you harder, slower, deeper again, cumming for a third time when you felt his hand drop to your already sensitive clit. You felt his rhythm stutter, his thrusts growing more sharp until he came, filling you up so completely you weren’t sure where you began and Steve ended, your bodies and souls wrapped in one sweaty shell, both trying to catch your breath.

Steve had you over and over, his appetite for you never diminishing even as the night turned to morning. He finally let you rest, your body curled around his as you fell asleep so easily. He held you as he also allowed exhaustion to take him, waking a short while later. He wanted you again but made himself let you rest as he went to make some food for you both. He didn’t have any plans for the rest of the weekend, as far as he was concerned, his only job was to fuck you over and over until you had to work on Monday. And Steve took that job very seriously indeed.

You’d never felt so beautiful, so wanted as you did when Steve was buried inside you, your taste all over his face after spending hours with his mouth in your pussy. You had tried to reciprocate his selflessness only for Steve to push you back down and make you forget your previous attempts. You wanted his dick in your mouth, his cum pouring down your throat, but that wouldn’t happen yet. At that moment, it was all about you, learning to read every moan, every gasp, every touch that made you sing.

It would be another month or so before you were able to fulfill your need to suck his cock. You were relaxing in his office, studying for your boards, Steve outside on the phone for business, and in that moment, you couldn’t help yourself. Watching him pace, yelling and frustrated, his veins were popping out of his neck, You watched him slam his phone down, your eyes drawn to the power this man exuded by simply existing.

You waited until Steve had calmed down and made his way back inside, dropping into his chair behind the desk. You poured him a glass of bourbon, setting it down in front of him, running your fingers through his hair as he hugged you. You dropped a kiss on his head, feeling him relax into you.

You couldn’t stop the need blooming through you, just the touch of his fingers creating a heat you could no longer ignore, nor did you want to. You lifted his face, peppering kisses down his cheek, over his jaw to the other side, moving from his face to his neck, licking and biting as you went.

Steve moved his head back, allowing you easier access to him as he wound his hands in your hair, tightening his grip the lower you went. You dropped to your knees, spreading his thighs to make room as you ran your hands up his legs, stopping at his belt. You looked up at him, silently waiting for approval, and so happy you’d decided to leave your hair down, your scalp tingling with each tightening grip.

Steve looked down, lust blown features over his face, twisting in ecstasy as your fingers ran over the bulge in his pants. With one nod, barely perceptible, you unfastened his belt, slipped your hands beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, and pulled both down as Steve lifted his hips.

Your mouth watered at the sight, his cock hard and leaking. It took everything in you not to immediately shove him down your throat, but you held back, placing long licks up his shaft, stopping to suck the tip in before licking your way back down.

Each lick caused a sigh, each time you sucked just the tip, it caused him to pull your hair tighter, his hips lifting off the chair to push down your throat more. You lifted his cock, moving to suck his balls into your mouth, causing you to smile when your heard a moaned and strangled fuck leave his mouth.

You couldn’t deny how beautiful and sexy you felt in this moment, bringing this powerful man to his knees, a feeling you hadn’t felt often. You finally stopped teasing, your lips wrapping around Steve as you slowly worked your way down, taking a deep breath, starting to exhale as you worked his dick down the back of your throat, humming to relax enough to let him in and remind you to breathe.

You felt his hands tighten the more you swallowed, until you stilled, your drool running down. You looked up at Steve, waiting for him to relax. Once he stilled and his breathing was a little slower, you started to move, allowing him to fuck your throat, his taste filling your senses.

You allowed Steve to take over, his hips thrusting more and more, harder and harder as he worked towards his own end, your drool dripping down his balls onto the floor, and as you looked up at him, he swore he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

You felt him start to thrust faster as his breathing quickened, moans and fucks falling freely from his mouth. You continued to let him lead, finally sated as he spilled his cum down your throat, his taste permanently seared into your memory as you swallowed it all down, waiting for Steve to release your hair before you moved.

As Steve slowly relaxed his hold on you, you made your way up, releasing his already softening cock from your mouth, making sure you swallowed every last drop. Steve grabbed you, settling you on his lap as he kissed you deeply, completely possessive as he tasted himself on you.

You should have seen the warnings then, felt the shift in Steve, but you were so in love, you missed it all. He loved you, he adored you, he worshiped you and your body. It started slowly, little marks here and there, nothing you couldn’t cover.

Eventually, it all changed. Steve marked you every time he took you, making sure everyone around knew exactly who you belonged to. He moved you into his home while you were at work, something you’d only spoken about, but hadn’t made a final decision on, and before you had a chance to discuss it with him, he showered you with gifts including a ring you’d had your eye on for a while. He made sure to fuck you so completely and thoroughly; it worked. You never broached the subject again, accepting this as your home.

Life continued on, and with each passing day, Steve’s obsession grew more and more. He wanted to know where you were every hour. He would text and if there was no immediate response, he would call. You made the mistake of not answering once while you were working; when you got home, Steve immediately took you upstairs and threw you down on the bed, tying your hands above your head.

You’d discussed exploring certain kinks, but this wasn’t about that. This was about ownership, obedience-you didn’t answer the phone, you needed to be punished, something to remind you who was in charge. That’s exactly what he did, edging you for hours, tears pouring down your face as you begged for release, your tear-filled promises music to Steve’s ears.

Once he finally let you cum, you thought that was it, but Steve wasn’t done with you. He spent the next hour making you cum over and over again, until your body went limp. You’d passed out, the last four hours too much on your body. Steve removed your restraints, and left you to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning you gently before gathering you to his chest. You woke up hours later, your body sore, warm from Steve’s body covering yours.

You were thrown into the dark side of this relationship, punishment becoming more frequent and painful. Steve wanted to make sure you remembered who you belonged with, belonged to, who loved you. You didn’t want to make anything worse, but sometimes your mind asked if this was actually love. And in those moments of doubt, Steve would be kind, he would be caring, he wouldn’t mark you as he fucked you.

In those moments, Steve was more of the man you fell in love with, less of the man who made you question your life with him. In those moments, he would hold you, kiss you, tell you how you had made him the luckiest man in the world. He would make love to you, show you off to people at any functions he attended.

In those moments, you were his shining light. You made him feel, something he thought he had lost the ability to do. Then he would flip a switch, the mere thought of you with someone else causing his jealousy to rise. Those moments were the worst.

Not only were you marked all over, you were fucked too hard and before you were wet, your screams of pain fueling his thrusts. He would take you any way her wanted; your pussy, your ass, your mouth and all you could do was allow him.

The longer this happened, the harder it was for you to hide your bruises, to walk without pain, making you quit your job. The more questions people asked, the more ashamed you became. Yet, in his own twisted way, you just accepted that this was what love was for Steve, therefore this is what love was for you.

You cannot remember the exact moment you decided maybe this wasn’t love, that maybe you weren’t meant to be with someone who had to make sure you and everyone around him knew who you were and who you belonged to. You became a toy, an object for him to display, to bend and mold to his will.

The first time you really learned about his work was a day unlike any other; it was the day your view of Steven Grant Rogers shifted into something irreparable. You had handed in your resignation and made your way home early, upset at losing something you had worked so hard for.

You headed to the bedroom to undress, stepping into a hot shower where you finally allowed yourself time to mourn your career. You loved animals, you loved helping them, and you had to walk away from that because Steve finally broke something inside your soul.

You dressed quickly and made your way to the kitchen. Steve wasn’t usually home this time of day, so you were looking forward to having the house to yourself for a while. You had to get every negative emotion out now or you would pay later.

You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing your favorite bottle of wine on the counter, opening the fridge to make something to eat. As you were making your sandwich, you heard a thump from the basement. Putting down your wine, you grabbed the largest knife in the butcher block as you made your way down.

You heard the thumping continue followed by groans, the noise getting louder the deeper you went. Your heart was thudding loudly, your only thought being you hope Steve wouldn’t be mad when he found your dead body.

As you rounded the corner, you stopped dead. In front of you was Steve, flushed from exertion. You watched as he punched a man restrained by chains hanging from the ceiling. You weren’t allowed downstairs ever, and now you knew why.

You watched Steve beat this man over and over, your mouth twisted in horror. This wasn’t the man you loved. This was a psychotic monster dressed to look like Steve. You watched the stranger’s blood splash with each hit, spraying all over Steve’s dress shirt, his knuckles bruised and bloodied.

You shoved your fist in your mouth to stifle your heavy breathing, willing your feet to move, to leave before you were caught, but you were frozen. The stranger looked over at you, his face swollen, but you saw him ask for your help.

You turned and ran before Steve caught you, the last sound to follow you out was screaming which ended with a gunshot. You ran upstairs and hid in the walk in closet, tears streaming down your face.

You’d always heard the rumors and whispers about the business Steve was in, but you never fully believed what anyone said. Now you knew just how naive you had truly been. You heard the door to the basement open, Steve’s voice carrying through the house as he gave directions to his right hand on removing the body.

You jumped as you heard him make his way upstairs, running to the bathroom and turning the shower on to hide yourself from Steve, and maybe also to try and wash away what you’d just witnessed. You quickly undressed and showered again, staying in for as long as you could.

You wrapped yourself in your robe, took a deep breath and opened the door to the bathroom, faking a look of surprise at seeing Steve home. He looked up at you, his clothes changed and blood free. He asked what you were doing at home, you said you had quit your job today and came home early.

As you walked to the closet to get some clothes, your heart once again thudded in your chest. You were scared it was so loud, Steve would be able to hear. You jumped when you felt Steve behind you, his hands working your robe off. You leaned back into him, afraid he would know the truth if you didn’t accept his affection.

Steve kissed your shoulders, up your neck, stopping at your ear. He whispered he knew you were lying and asked why you had been downstairs, his hand gripping your arm in a bruising grip. He grabbed your hair, pulling you to the bed as he bent you over, working his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, freeing his already hard cock.

You cried as he spit on your asshole, his cock in hand as he stroked it slowly. You begged for lube, for anything to prepare you for this invasion, but it fell on deaf ears as he pushed into you. As you felt him stretch your already abused hole, you hated the betrayal of your body, your cunt growing wet with each thrust.

Steve was relentless, fucking you slow at first, trying to allow you time to adjust before he started to fuck you deeply. You felt his hand reach around and gather your slick as he worked your clit. Your tears stained the bed, whether from pleasure or pain, you weren’t sure. You hated that he could make you feel so good while taking what he wanted with no concern for you.

He rubbed your clit harder, your orgasm rushing over you as you came all over his hand. You felt his thrusts quicken, however you weren’t able to keep track as he made you cum again and again. You finally felt him stiffen, your hole filled with his cum as he continued to fuck you through both of your orgasms, his dick softening with each twitch, your skin raw and irritated as his cum leaked out.

You sobbed quietly, long after he’d pulled out and left you limp on the bed, heading to the bathroom to clean himself off. He came back in the room, stooping down to whisper in your ear that you knew the rules. Downstairs was off limits and lying about it was why the punishment was so rough, dropping a kiss on your cheek leaving to change his clothes and head back down.

You laid on the bed, your tears soaking the sheets, unable to move, disgusted as you felt Steve’s cum leaking out of you. After what felt like hours, you finally stopped sobbing and lifted yourself off the bed, crawling on your hands and knees to the bathroom. You filled the tub with hot water, gently lowering yourself into the bath, the water stinging your sore and abused hole.

You sat in the water with your knees pulled up to your chin until the bath had turned cold and you started shivering. Only then did you stand up and wrap yourself in your fluffy robe, heading towards the closet carefully as you were still in intense pain.

You turned to look at the bed, still covered with cum, yours and Steve’s, but you couldn’t bring yourself to lay down. You opened the door, cautiously looking around for Steve, and made your way down to the guest bedroom. You laid down, covering yourself with the blanket as you started quietly sobbing once more, finally falling asleep once you’d cried all you could, which became the new normal for you.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Present Day

As you finished up the history behind you and Steve, Andy sat quietly, his attention focused only on you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, afraid you would see pity there. Pity was the last thing you wanted, especially from a man you’d known for twelve hours.

You stood and made your way to the table where you’d set your purse down, reaching in to grab your insurance. You walked back to Andy and placed the drive in front of him.

“This is everything I have on Steve. Names, positions, wives, girlfriends, everything you need to put not only him away, but many of those around him also.”

“How were you able to compile this without him knowing?” Andy asked, impressed by your strength and courage.

“My best friend growing up is a tech genius, former special ops. He has been helping me for a while. He created a software program that feeds from all known and unknown government databases. Facial recognition, full background checks, anything that has ever been documented, dark web shit too. I would get a lot of information from the wives. Get a little wine in them and they talk a lot. I would feed this to Jake and he would gather all of the intel he had and match it with what I was told.”

Andy got up and disappeared into another room, returning with his laptop. He plugged the drive in and opened the encrypted files with the password you gave to him. As he watched everything open, he realized that this was it. This was everything he needed to take down not only Steve, but most of his payroll, some high ranking officials and politicians. What Andy was looking at was a nuclear weapon and he held the code.

You sat quietly as Andy worked, your mind wandering back to Steve. You knew this would seal your fate and you would never see him again. You weren’t sure how you felt, or how you were supposed to feel. You were relieved because you would no longer be his prisoner, yet you grieved the loss of him. There was a time you were so in love with Steve, you couldn’t wait to be his wife. Now, you couldn’t even stomach looking at him let alone him touching you.

“This is it. This is everything I need to make sure Steve never hurts you again, or anyone else for that matter. Once I do this, once I make the call and blow this up, you can never go back again. Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you still want to do this?” Andy turned and grabbed your hands, his thumb rubbing a soothing motion.

“I’m sure, but I do have some requests. I disappear immediately when you are done with me. I don’t need anything, I have a sizable amount of money stashed away. I want a new city, a new name, and I want to be able to practice again eventually, in some capacity. I can do shelter medicine, work somewhere small, I don’t care. I just want some part of my life back.”

“I can make you disappear, I will be the only person who knows where you are. My plan is to keep you hidden the entire trial, which should be quick with everything you’ve given me. After the trial is done and I’m sure Steve and everyone associated with him are gone, once I’ve done this, I will make sure to find a way for you to resume your veterinary career.��

You didn’t know why, and this was something you didn’t think you’d ever be able to do again after Steve, but you trusted Andy. You believed every word he said; you couldn’t be sure if it was because you truly did or if it was wishful thinking, but right now you couldn’t care less. Right now, he was here and he was keeping you alive.

“I have an idea for your friend. I will have to make some calls and see what can be done, but this database he’s built would be an amazing asset to our government. FBI, CIA, every branch of the military, this would change the face of national security for the better. Would he be open to something like that?”

“I would need to verify this with him the next time he checks in and updates me on Steve, but I don’t think he’d turn you down at all.” You smiled, grasping Andy’s hand tightly, your feelings bittersweet. You looked up to see Andy staring deeply at you, his face etched with worry and pride. You tried to ignore the flutter of your heart at his gaze, reminding yourself this was just another business proposition for Andy, nothing more.

“Well, I think I will try and get some sleep.” You stood, clearing your throat to cover the sudden rush of emotion in your voice. “Were your men able to get me everything I asked for?” you inquired as you moved to grab your purse. You wanted to shower, take your Ambien and sleep if possible. Insomnia had been your constant roommate the last year or so, why would tonight be any different?

“Um, yes, yeah. They put the bags in the master bedroom for you. I’ve made up the bed, there’s a bathroom in the room for you so you will have complete privacy. There’s a television and any streaming channel you could possibly want. I will make sure to have someone bring your cat to you once we’ve made the arrest.” Andy stood to guide you to the room you would call home for the next week or so.

“I don’t want to take your bedroom, please don’t let me be a bother at all. The guest room or any couch will be perfectly fine.” You followed Andy down the hall, finally agreeing to take the master suite. You walked over to the bed and started looking through all of the items and clothes that had been left. You couldn’t wait to step into a piping hot shower, letting the world fade away for just a bit.

“Well, I will leave you. If you need anything, please let me know. I will most likely be working out in the living room. There are snacks and food in the fridge, anything you want is yours.” Andy moved to stand in front of you, lifting your chin up so you would look at him. “It’s almost over, I promise. Now, try and rest, I will check in on you later.”

You thanked Andy, your skin still warm from his touch, and you could have sworn you saw something in his face, his eyes, something that made your stomach flutter and your heart pound. You shook your head telling yourself Andy could have his pick of any woman, the last thing he needed was one as broken as you.

You made your way to the bathroom stripping as you went, the bag of toiletries in your hand. The shower was hot and soothing, your back finding relief from the tension coiled there. As you stood under the hot stream, you cried. You cried for the loss of yourself, you cried for the loss of your love, you cried at the sheer relief of escape. You cried until you had nothing left.

You turned the shower off, and stepped out, so thankful Andy had the men pick up a fluffy robe. You wrapped yourself tightly and stood before the mirror, wiping the steam to look at your reflection. You applied your moisturizer, brushed your teeth, and made your way to the bed to change. You sat down and grabbed the sleep medication from your purse, taking two. It had been days since you had actually slept, and all you wanted for tonight was a chance to escape.

You laid down, your phone in hand as you scrolled through your updates from Jake. You texted from the burner phone Jake had set up for you, completely untraceable by anyone. Jake created this phone just for you and that thought had you in tears again. If it hadn’t been for Jake, you would never have been able to do this. You’d have been stuck in this endless cycle with Steve.

You responded to let Jake know what was going on, catching him up on your conversation with Andy, your requests, and how things were going to proceed. Jake begged you to be safe, letting you know he would check in with you tomorrow. You said goodnight and dropped the phone back in your purse.

You turned on the TV, and found one of your favorite movies streaming. As you leaned back against the pillows, you drifted off to sleep immediately, your meds and pure exhaustion kicking in. You hadn’t even changed your clothes, still dressed in only your robe on top of the bed, dreamless for a few hours, the only amount of rest your brain would allow.

You tossed and turned, your voice strangled as you tried to wake up, but you couldn’t out run him. Steve was all around and no matter where you turned, he was there. You tried to climb out of the darkness, but it enveloped you, blinding and suffocating you. You jumped up, gasping for air as you felt a pair of strong hands on your arms.

You screamed, thinking Steve had found you, completely forgetting where you were. Andy continued to hold you, trying to keep you from hurting yourself as you continued to blindly fight. Andy grabbed you, pulling you tightly into his embrace, holding you as you started to calm down, your tears wetting his shirt as you sobbed.

You finally calmed down enough to pull back and see the worried look on Andy’s face as he still held you, you finally relaxing into his embrace. You felt safe as Andy gently rocked you back and forth, his hand rubbing your back. Andy didn’t ask you about it and you didn’t offer any explanation, but you knew he understood where the panic had stemmed from.

You started to breathe evenly, your eyes slowly starting to close as you were lulled back to sleep by Andy. You startled awake when you felt him lay you down and cover you with the blanket. As he turned to leave the room, you grabbed his hand and pleaded with him not to leave you alone. Tonight, you needed him, not realizing that this was the exact moment your feelings started shifting towards this man and away from the one who hurt you while claiming it was love.

ANDY’S POV

Andy laid back down, staying above the covers, pulling you back to him, his arm around your waist as you quickly fell asleep again. What you didn’t know is that Andy was feeling the exact same shift in emotions, having been single for so long. Not to say Andy was a monk, but he had only accepted the physical from another person, always scared to make the emotional commitment too. All of that was different with you.

He thought you the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, everything from your hair to your smile instantly making him an addict. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get you alone long enough to let you know who he was and what he wanted, but he was damn sure going to try.

He learned your patterns, watching you for about two weeks, non stop. He wouldn’t let anyone else do this, he needed you to trust him. He had seen the pictures, the marks, old ones fading while new ones littered your skin. He hadn’t given you enough credit though, which is how you surprised him when you turned around and asked him why he had been following you.

Andy was so impressed, you had rendered him speechless. As he stumbled to find the words, he almost felt like he was back in high school and talking to his crush for the first time. When he finally found his voice, he handed you his card, his personal cell phone written on the back. No one outside of his job had this number, Andy always trying to keep those around him safe. And now, you were the most important thing to him, the one thing he wanted to protect and cherish for the rest of your lives.

Andy felt crazy. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but his first look at you had sealed his fate. You accepted the card, turning to head back to your car. Andy watched you pull away, looking away only when your car was out of his line of sight. Andy didn’t think you’d call. He thought it was going to take a few more encounters.

He waited every day, still making sure to keep you under his watch, even when you were at home. He knew what he was risking, but he couldn’t let you go. You called while he watched the light in your room turn on, making himself wait before he answered the call.

You agreed to meet him, and the moment he sat down across from you, he knew this was it. He was done. You had ruined him for any other woman. He couldn’t help but grab your hand to soothe you as you started to talk, Andy hanging on every word you said. When you agreed to leave with him, well, he couldn’t remember a time in his life that he had ever felt this happy.

He had never let anyone into his home before, always worried about privacy and protection, but with you, there was no other place he wanted you to be. He listened as you recounted you life with Steve, jealous at the way you spoke about Steve in the beginning, then wanting nothing more than to murder him with his bare hands by the end.

He didn’t pity you, he knew you didn’t need nor want that from him. He admired you, your strength, something he had never witnessed before. He was impressed at your ability to compile all of the necessary information before Andy even came into the mix. You were brave, you were fearless, and this only made Andy fall for you even more.

He not only learned about Steve, he also learned about you. He learned your passions, your likes, your dislikes, he learned what made you happy and what made you angry, he learned about you, the real you; the you who you thought was dead and buried. He learned it all, committing every last detail to memory. When all of this was done and Steve was locked away, he would give you all of this and more. He would give you anything you asked for.

He had wanted to kiss you when he walked you to the bedroom. Seeing you standing there in his space, his most sacred area in all of the world, it unlocked something inside of him. He wanted to grab you and kiss you stupid, but he knew you weren’t ready for that. He made himself leave, immediately making his way to the bar for another drink. It took all of his strength not to kiss you, throw you down on the bed and taste you until you couldn’t remember your own name, let alone Steve’s. He wanted to show you how you deserved to be treated, how you were the most important thing ever to exist.

He listened as the shower turned on, and all he could think about was the hot water running down your breasts, your hand running along your body, your cunt warm and inviting. He felt his pants tighten, his thoughts only on your naked body. He imagined himself between your thighs, one thrown over his shoulder as he ate you out, your wet pussy dripping your essence down his face. He imagined your scent trapped in his beard, his fingers coated in your slick as you came over and over.

He loosened his belt, opening his pants and pulling them down enough to free his thick and hard cock, the head coated in his precum. He gathered it on his hand, grabbed his dick and slowly started to stroke his shaft, making sure to wipe the tip every time he reached the top.

He imagined you turned around your face pressed against the wall as he entered from behind, your tight and warm pussy hugging him perfectly, as if it was made only for you. He started to stroke faster and faster as he pictured himself slowly fucking you, pulling you back to kiss your neck. He pictured your hips bouncing back to meet his thrusts, your moans the only thing he ever wanted to hear again.

As he felt himself about to cum, he wondered what you looked like when you came. He saw you in his mind, breathless and lost, your orgasm completely possessing your body and soul. As he pictured you cumming, he felt himself stutter, his thrusts into his hand uneven and rushed. He imagined your cunt squeezing his dick tightly as he came, his cum covering his hand and landing on his shirt. He panted as he tried to catch his breath, his ears filled with his heartbeat, his head filled with nothing but you.

After he cleaned himself off, he changed into sweats and a hoodie, needing a distraction to keep him from making his fantasy come true. He worked for hours, completely unaware of the time as the hours passed by. The drive you had given him was a dream for any lawyer; names, dates, every transaction on a credit card, any ticket, everything right at the tips of his fingers.

When he heard you cry out, he ran to the bedroom and threw open the door. You were still asleep, but you were crying and whimpering. He grabbed your arms and shook you, trying to wake you, but nothing worked. You screamed when you finally opened your eyes, trying to free yourself from Andy with your arms and legs.

When you had finally calmed and started to sleep, he tucked you in, dropping a kiss on your forehead before turning to walk away. Andy heard you stir and saw the look on your face, causing him to make his way back to the bed. He wanted to make sure you felt safe and comfortable, so he stayed on top of the covers.

He slipped his arm around you, pulling your body back against his, you fitting as if you were always meant his embrace. He felt you drift off again, following you into slumber not long after. Andy didn’t normally sleep, usually only three to four hours a night, but with you warm and safe in his embrace, he drifted off into the best sleep he could ever remember having. He would do everything in his power to make sure this is right where you stayed.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

You woke up warm and comfortable, having slept better than you could remember. You stretched and rolled over, snuggling into the chest, startling when you realized you weren’t alone. You looked up, Andy sleeping peacefully, his arm around you. You reached out, caressing his cheek, the soft motion happening before you even realized what you were doing.

Andy stirred, clearing his throat as he brought you in closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. You let the warmth pull you under again, and for the first time, you felt completely safe and protected. You didn’t know what it was about Andy that inspired such confidence in you, but he did, and you would enjoy every minute while you could.

You woke a little later to Andy rubbing his hand up and down your arm, slowly bringing you back to reality. You stirred, stretching out your body as you felt Andy chuckle, the rumble low and deep from his chest. You looked up at him questioningly, offended you were being laughed at.

“I’m not laughing at you, put the pout away,” he said, smiling down at you. “You stretch like a cat, full body and long.” You slapped him on his chest and sat up, only just now realizing you were still dressed in your robe, which was hanging precariously open . You asked what time it was, moving out of Andy’s embrace to go use the bathroom and start your day.

Andy informed you it was a little past ten in the morning, which shocked you. You never slept past six maybe seven at the latest. Andy said he’d go get some food started to let you have some time to get ready.

As you entered the living room, your mouth watered at the smell of whatever Andy had made. Your stomach gurgled loudly, causing Andy to chuckle as he sat a plate in front of you. You took a bite, closing your eyes in pure delight as the flavors hit your tongue. You and Andy ate in quiet yet comfortable silence, you grabbing the plates once you were both done eating. Andy fought you until you compromised and allowed him to help you clean up.

As Andy sat down to do some work, you reached out to Jake to check in, needing to hear his voice and know he was safe. Jake informed you Steve had returned home early and was anxious to find out what you had been up to. Jake managed to stave him off for a while saying you were with your mother for testing that would keep you occupied for a few hours. You thanked him, promising him you were safe and would reach out to Steve soon.

Andy continued working, asking you questions over everyone in the files, and what you knew about them. You stopped about an hour later and texted Jake you were going to call Steve. Jake set the heart monitor noise in the background as you used your personal cell phone which Jake kept located at the hospital.

You gave Steve an update, making sure to keep the noise consistent as Jake helped keep the call authentic. When you disconnected, you sighed and rolled your neck and shoulders, tension immediately setting in when you talked to Steve.

Andy closed his laptop and asked what you felt like for dinner, anything you wanted. You told him your favorite food, and of course Andy knew exactly where to order it from, shocking you when he chose your favorite restaurant. You quirked an eyebrow and looked over to see Andy shrug. You had told him your favorite place during your story, and Andy made sure to remember.

You felt yourself loosen up, your mood instantly boosted at the fact that you were heard, a feeling that hadn’t happened in a very long time. While you waited for the food to arrive, Andy poured you a glass of wine, your choice being a sweet moscato while he sipped on the same.

When the food arrived, you and Andy ate, him regaling you with tales of his most humorous and memorable cases. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard, Andy pouring more wine for you both as the night continued. You both decided to throw on a show you’d been wanting to watch forever, but you didn’t even make it through the first thirty minutes before your breath evened out as you fell asleep on his lap.

Andy looked down and made sure to cover you with the blanket across your lap as he went back to work, quietly so as not to wake you up. Whenever you moved, he stilled until you settled, keeping you covered up. His hand eventually found its way into your hair, gently playing with the loose pieces as he continued working through more files.

Andy drifted to sleep a few hours later, his head resting on the back of the couch. You woke up, waking Andy up to head to bed. Andy followed you down the hall, and as you stood outside the door, you looked at him, asking him to stay again. Andy silently followed you in, getting under the covers this time before pulling you into him again.

This became the routine for you two, sleep, eat work, spending time together, then sleep. This was your comfort zone, where you wanted to be. You weren’t sure you would ever feel safe or comfortable after Steve, but you wouldn’t shut the door to this chance if it happened.

On the last day with Andy, the end of the week you had agreed to in the beginning, you found yourself sad, disappointed that this was coming to an end, the day moving way too quickly for your taste. Andy slammed the laptop shut, leaned back and took a deep breath. This was ending way too fast for him also. You looked up to see Andy glancing down at you, your head laid across his lap as he played with your hair, your breath catching at the look on his face, a look you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Andy reached out, running his thumb over the apple of your cheek, causing you to lean into the soft and sweet touch. You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over Andy’s, your breath soft and timid. Andy leaned in, deepening the kiss as you lost yourself in his touch. As you moved to straddle his lap, Andy stopped you, his breaths short as he looked at you.

You immediately pulled away, embarrassed and ashamed at his denial. As you stood to leave, tears falling freely, you felt Andy grab you. He pulled you into his embrace, whispering that as much as he wanted this, he didn’t want to go too fast. He didn’t want to lose you, now that he’d just finally found you.

He grasped your chin, making you meet his eyes, wanting you to believe his every word. Andy meant it, he wanted to take his time with you, explore you, he wanted to love you in a way you had never been loved, but he needed to make sure you felt the same while he also needed to keep you alive.

“It isn’t that I don’t want to,” he said softly, his thumbs wiping the tears away as they fell. “I need to be able to keep you safe, to keep you alive, and I cannot do that until Steve is gone. I also need to know this is real, that your feelings are for me and aren’t just grieving a loss or fill a need. This is real for me, so real. I have never felt this way about anyone in my life.” Andy searched your face, trying to find the answers to the questions he so desperately needed.

You reached out and ran your hand along his jawline as you stood up to kiss him, every answer left behind on his lips. He kissed you again, pulling himself away leaving both of you breathless. You entered the bedroom, immediately finding home in his embrace, trying to memorize every touch, every breath before you were pulled apart.

Andy held you, both of you kissing, afraid to drift to sleep. Eventually, you both fell off into a dreamless sleep, morning coming way too fast for either of you. You packed everything up, Andy giving him men orders. After the car was packed, you and Andy stood silent as you drank each other in one last time.

“I am the only one besides my men who will know where you are.” Andy pushed stray strands of hair behind your ear as he continued. “Jake has been secured complete immunity on the condition he becomes a top tech professional for the US government, all branches. He will be set for life and will be able to contact you whenever he pleases.”

You nodded, trying to prolong this moment, still not ready to say goodbye. Andy moved to the side, opening the door to the SUV you were to leave in. Jake stepped out, his large and goofy smile on his face as he grabbed you in a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground. You cried tears of relief knowing your best friend, well actually family, was still alive.

He handed you a phone, going over all of the features as this was the last piece of technology he would be able to make for you. This phone was encrypted with only himself and Andy able to call or text. You could make calls and text of course, however Jake had made this phone completely untraceable with a new phone number spoofed every time you used it. Jake was excited to begin this new chapter, but completely scared of what time would bring. You assured him this was not the end, that Andy had made sure you’d always be able to reach him, even see him anytime you wished. As Jake said goodbye, he quietly whispered about how much he liked Andy. He approved, and that meant more to you than anything else. You watched another vehicle pull in, and squeezed Jake one last time.

As Jake was swept off to begin his new life, you turned to Andy, almost immediately seeking out his comfort. Andy helped you into the back of the vehicle, making sure you were buckled in and secure before placing a kiss on your lips, urgent and filled with sadness at having to let you go. You promised this wasn’t forever, Andy promised he would come back for you as soon as Steve was gone. Andy watched you leave, turning to head inside and start the war.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

The cottage was so small and secure, Andy’s men splitting time between guarding you and also living next door. Andy made sure to call you every day, and every day, you received something from him. A book you’d wanted to read, your favorite fruit, anything that you mentioned, Andy made sure was yours.

It had been two months of non-stop contact, Andy reassuring you he was safe. He spared you the details of the raid, only letting you know that Steve was gone. The next day, you were awakened by gentle purrs and head bumps, opening your eyes to see your favorite cat.

It would be another few weeks before you were updated again, Andy unable to text and call daily the further the trial progressed. You’d kept tabs on the news, able to watch Steve’s empire fall. You felt a sense of relief pour through you once you’d read the headline detailing Steve Rogers fall from grace, his empire blown up from the inside out.

High ranking politicians, police, business men, other mafia contacts all brought down and eliminated by one Andrew Barber. You watched the trial end, Steve found guilty on all counts. Steve would never be free again, nor would he see the light of day, his sentence relocated to a very secure underground prison meant for the most dangerous men.

You waited for Andy, ready to finally be with this man who’d allowed you to live once again. With all of Steve’s people gone, it was safe for you to come back. You looked at your phone, waiting for a call, a text, anything to let you know Andy was coming back, but it never came. Another week passed with nothing from Andy. You called Jake to catch up with him, so proud of him. He was the most important and sought after commodity to national security, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

You were about to give up on Andy, resigning yourself to the fact you had once again trusted the wrong man. You snuggled with your cat, finally allowing your tears to fall. You fell asleep snuggled up, his purrs lulling your anxiety.

You were awakened a short while later, a hand on your cheek while gentle kisses were peppered down the side of your face. You opened your eyes, immediately seeing the one person you wanted more than anyone.

“Andy,” you breathed, immediately falling into his embrace. He kissed you, needy and rushed, wanting nothing more than to be here with you in this moment. He pulled away, his forehead resting on yours as he panted.

“Hi. I came as soon as I could,” he said, twining his fingers with yours. You leaned into him, kissing him again, holding him so close. You looked around, making sure the two of you were alone. He assured you the men were away in their place, that the two of you were finally and completely alone.

Andy gently laid you back, removing his shirt before climbing up to meet your lips. You sighed as he started to kiss your neck, softly nibbling, licking, kissing as he made his way down. He stopped at your collarbones, his hands sliding up your sides as you moved to remove your tank top, offering him access to the breasts he’d dreamed about since the first moment he saw you.

He nipped your nipple, taking it in his mouth as he bit and worked it over, removing his mouth to allow the cold air to hit as he worked over your other nipple, alternating between the two before moving his kisses down your stomach, his hands grabbing your shorts, pulling them down as he went.

You leaned back as he kissed up from your ankle to the knee, ending at the top of your thigh as he moved to the other leg, making his way down from your thigh to your ankle, chuckling when you huffed in frustration, so close yet still no relief. Andy made his way back up, your hands finding his hair as he finally reached where you wanted him most.

He inhaled your scent, losing all control as he dove in, his tongue licking up and down your wet slit, your moans sweeter than he ever imagined. He moved to your clit, sucking the small bundle between his teeth as he slid two fingers into you. Andy almost came right there, your pussy more sweet and soft than he had dreamed.

He worked his fingers in and out, sucking relentlessly as he felt your cunt tighten and squeeze, knowing you were close. He rubbed his clothed cock on the bed, seeking any type of relief while he made you scream, your cries overtaking every sense. He continued suckling, over and over, your juices running down his hand as he made you cum again and again, not letting up until you pushed his head away.

He kissed his way up, stopping at your breasts again, almost making you cum again from the sensitivity as he landed at your mouth. You kissed him deeply, your taste spurring you on more and more. You flipped him over, straddling his lap, his hard cock rubbing over your already oversensitive pussy.

Andy lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants down, grabbing his cock, dragging the tip up and down your wet slit, causing Andy to thrust up. You positioned him at your entrance, slowly sinking down inch by inch, his cock filling you to the brim.

You started to rotate your hips, keeping his dick nestled deeply inside, the motion making him still, allowing you to take what you needed from him. This was all about you, what made you happy, what made you feel good, marveling at how beautiful you looked in this light, fucked out yet still fucking.

You leaned down, your hair covering his face as he grabbed it and pulled you closer, kissing you slowly and deeply, following your rhythm. You rode him slow, barely lifting off his cock, taking him so deep you felt him in every part of your pussy, warm and slow.

As you continued fucking him, you sped up, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you balanced your hands on his chest. You bounced harder, your hips swiveling, feeling your orgasm building higher and higher. You continued your pace, chasing your end as you felt Andy thrust up, meeting you.

You let go, your cunt gripping him tightly as you cried out, his name the only word you seemed to know. You felt him still, his hot cum shooting into you, as he kept himself buried deep, not wanting to ever leave the shelter of your pussy.

You laid down across him, panting as your heart started to return to normal, your breaths short and shallow. Andy rubbed his hand up and down your back, his hot breath in your ear. He kissed you over and over, letting you know that this is what he had wanted for you. He wanted you to feel safe with him, knowing he would never do what Steve had.

You fell into a deep sleep, his now softening cock still sheathed fully as he continued to comfort you, making sure you were resting and comfortable. This moment was more than he had ever felt he deserved, and you would never be alone again.

His phone lit up, silenced to make sure you weren’t disturbed. He opened his texts, one message popping open from an unknown number. “It’s done, everyone is asleep.” Andy sent a message acknowledging he’d received it, closing his phone, placing it to the side nightstand. You moved, moaning from the action, Andy keeping completely still.

Andy was a man of few words, but many secrets; he would tell you one day, but for now, this Andy would be all you knew, the prosecutor so in love with you, he would end the world. Andy thought back to his conversation with his most trusted man, Curtis. Curtis had been with Andy from the beginning, helping him build an empire so secret, no one knew who the actual leaders were.

Andy sat silently as he processed the news Curtis had sent. Steve was gone, never to be seen nor heard from again, along with all of his men, leaving Andy in charge, Andy who now had a direct line to Jake.

Every last person in those files had been handled, allowing Andy to silently seize control. As he looked down at you again, he felt so warm and loved. Andy wasn’t sure of much, but he was very sure of one thing: No one else would get to hurt you again, you were his.

#missys3500challenge #Mafia Steve Rogers #Andy Barber #jake jensen #Soft dark Steve Rogers #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber and you #steve rogers au #steve rogers smut #andy barber angst #andy x reader #andy barber smut #jake jensen the losers #chris evans characters #first time mafia au #andy barber fluff #soft andy

535 notes · View notes

callalillywrites · 1 month ago

Text

It Was a Bad Day - Bucky

It Takes All Packs to Make It Work One-Shot

So, I wasn't fully satisfied with leaving this story off with just Jake's perspective, so I decided to expand it a little to give more insights into the other packs that were involved with this angsty piece. After Bucky here, we'll have 2 more to look forward to.

Pairings/Groupings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (POV); Jake Jensen x Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Nick Vaughn x Reader; and Frank Adler x Reader

Other POVs to Read: Jake & Steve / Ransom & Nick / Frank

Word Count: ~2850

Summary: Bucky had never wanted to see an ER less than he did that day. With his Omega's life in the balance, he can only hope that she'll pull through.

Warnings: mentions of injuries; angst; medical setting; grief and fear abound; mentions of pregnancies; mentions of blood and bleeding; spoilers for Frank and his omega's story; lmk if I missed any

A/N: This was supposed to be rather short but grew into a relative beast. Each of the groupings/pairings will have their own perspective of the events, so be on the lookout for the others. As always, all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Bucky didn’t want to be there.

Not again.

It was just a few months ago he’d been sitting in this same ER, waiting for news about Precious.

Back then, they hadn’t made him wait this long.

Then again, that’d been a mugging gone horribly wrong.

They’d learned during that visit that Precious was pregnant, one of the greatest things to come out of the whole incident.

This was something so much worse.

Now, he could be waiting to hear that Precious and/or their baby wouldn’t make it.

All because some distracted asshole had ignored the red light and punched through it. They hadn’t given two thoughts that someone could get hurt. That his Precious and the others could get hurt.

At least, he had Gracie to help ground him even as she trembled in his arms. Tears had long soaked through his shirt though she’d tried to keep herself strong for him. His brave, fierce little girl had been through so much, and he’d do anything to make it so this wasn’t yet another hard knock for her.

“It’ll be okay, sweet girl,” he whispered in Gracie’s ear.

A moment later, he glanced up to find Jake curling in on himself, the pained whine Bucky heard having come from Jake. Seeing Steve moving to comfort his alpha almost broke Bucky. He knew their love for Angel matched his for Precious. Without Angel, his friends would be lost.

While Gracie’s tears had slowed, Bucky could still make out the soft cries of Mary and Noah, friends of Gracie. He spared a glance at Frank and noted the other alpha’s tenseness, wondering again at the relationship between Frank and Firecracker.

Precious had been the one to befriend Frank first, bonding over raising their nieces by themselves. While Bucky had the excuse of not knowing his daughter’s existence, Mary’s father had known and not cared enough to step up like he should’ve. It was that man’s loss because Mary was an amazing young girl.

When Firecracker had come into the picture, Precious and Angel had wasted no time in getting to know her and her son, Noah. It was a rare occasion that Bucky would come home and not find the three of them hanging out or planning one project or another.

Firecracker also loved Mary as much as she loved Noah from what Bucky could tell, which made her a good match for Frank.

Checking on Ransom and Nick, he couldn’t help feeling a little helpless for them. He wasn’t close to Contessa by any means, but she appeared to adore her two betas. She’d even gotten Ransom to tone down some of his brattier nature, which definitely surprised Bucky on the few occasions he’d seen Ransom around during one of Angel’s holiday parties.

The proof was in the way Ransom grabbed onto Nick’s hands and held them. That was something Ransom wouldn’t have done in the past. Not for anyone except maybe Angel. Even then, she probably would’ve been the one to initiate rather than Ransom himself.

The private waiting room had filled so quickly, too, with all the people who cared about them and those they waited to hear about.

He vaguely recalled calling his parents and letting them know what happened. He hadn’t expected them to rush down with his sisters, who’d just arrived that day to spend the weekend with his pack. All their plans would now be put on hold as they waited.

Winnifred Barnes never stopped going from him to Steve and Jake, doing what she could to ease their worries and provide comfort. Steve being like a second son to her, it was only natural she comforted him, too. After all, Angel was as much a daughter to Winnifred and George as their three daughters and now Precious.

Bucky doesn’t really know how long it was before he heard Angel’s grandmother grumble and growl about being kept in the dark. Her old age certainly didn’t slow her down as she strode from the room to find answers to their questions, dragging back a doctor what could’ve only been minutes later.

Seeing the doctor did little to relieve the anxiety and fear coursing through Bucky or the others. At least, it didn’t take long to get the doctor to see their point of view and have the answers they wanted about their loved ones.

Hearing that Precious was stable and so was their baby, Bucky couldn’t help but let out the breath he’d long been holding. Tears leaked from his eyes as he let the emotion that he’d been bottling for Gracie’s sake broke loose.

He couldn’t help gathering Gracie closer and whispering, “They’re okay, sweet girl. They’re okay.”

When they heard about Firecracker’s condition, Bucky’s head whipped up and met the shocked expression on Frank’s face. He knew that look because he’d worn the same one on the day he realized he had a daughter.

Frank hadn’t known about Firecracker’s pregnancy.

Bucky could well imagine the sucker punch Frank had gotten, yet it didn’t take Frank long to know what he wanted. “Do whatever you have to to save my omega.”

As much as some might condemn Frank for his decision, Bucky could understand it. He wanted his baby more than anything, but he’d make the same decision if it came down to Precious or the baby.

It was only after he heard the pained whine behind him that Bucky recalled Firecracker’s best friend, Curtis, had been standing there. The alpha came off quite like Ransom in terms of being standoffish though Curtis lacked a lot of Ransom’s asshole-like qualities. No, Curtis was more of a stoic, quiet sort who only talked when he needed to. Something Bucky respected as did the others that have come to know him in their group.

He could well understand Curtis’s reaction as he felt the same when he heard how badly Angel had been hurt. To have her take most of the impact had nearly broken Bucky though he doubted it was nothing compared to what Jake and Steve were feeling.

After the doctor left, Bucky resigned himself to another lengthy wait until they could see their loved ones, to really see the extent of the damage the other driver did to them.

When Ari and Clay went out for food and brought it back, Bucky made sure Gracie ate. He took some bites himself, but he wouldn’t recall what it was he’d eaten later.

His mind continued to churn with all the uncertainties that could happen with Precious and the others. It refused to quiet. He feared it wouldn’t quiet until he could lay eyes on Precious and see for himself that she was okay.

Bucky only came back to the present when he felt Gracie sag against him, her breathing evening out as she fell asleep. It was then he noticed how dark the world outside the room’s one large window had gotten.

Draping his jacket over her, he settled her a bit more comfortably against him though also making it so he could get up if the doctor came back to collect them anytime soon.

As it so happened, the doctor did come to collect him and the others completing the packs of those in Angel’s car.

When he would’ve hesitated, Winnifred moved to take his spot. “I’ve got her, dear. Go be with your Precious.”

Bucky nodded and took up the lead position behind the doctor, eager to get to Precious as soon as he could.

Like Jake, Bucky couldn’t help thinking the walk through the hospital corridors stretched on far longer than it should’ve before the doctor stopped outside the large room where they’d put Precious and the others.

When the door opened, he rushed around the doctor though he made sure he didn’t shove the man out of the way. Bucky didn’t stop until he came to the bed where Precious rested, her one good hand rubbing at her slightly swollen middle.

“Precious,” he breathed, happy to see her awake and relatively well.

Sure, the tubes and wires weren’t something he wanted to see on her ever again, but her eyes were open, and she offered him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen when he called out to her.

“There’s my amazing alpha,” she whispered, beckoning him closer.

Tears sprang to his eyes once more, but he didn’t hesitate in closing the distance between them.

Sinking down on her bed, he took her hand and brought it up to his mouth. While he pressed kisses along her wrist, he breathed in her scent. It took several deep breaths before he could calm his racing heart and settle the pit in his stomach.

“You can’t scare me like that again, Precious,” he said on a broken whisper. “You really can’t.”

She shifted her hand in his grasp so she could run her fingers across his cheek and jaw. Her smile didn’t leave her face, but it softened. Nodding, she whispered back, “I know, my love. I know. I’m so sorry we scared you, but we’re okay. Angel made sure we were okay. All of us.”

When Bucky prodded, it was only then that he learned what Angel had done when the paramedics arrived. Not only had she’d spent those painful minutes of waiting checking on each of them, but she’d been making mental notes of their injuries with some help from Firecracker. Angel had then relayed it when the paramedics approached her door first, insisting they take Precious and Firecracker first as they were pregnant.

Similar tears sparkled and streaked down Precious’s cheeks as she went on, “Bucky, we knew she wasn’t in good shape. She took the hardest hit of us all. That car came out of nowhere, but she refused to let them take her until we were all out of the car first. She was adamant about it. Said she couldn’t live if any one of us were lost.”

Her hand rubbed at her belly again.

“I’m glad she made it through. I don’t think I could live without her in our lives, either,” Precious confessed. “She’ll be the best auntie to our little jellybean. He needs to know her, Bucky.”

The use of ‘he’ got Bucky’s attention.

They’d been adamant about waiting to learn anything more than their baby was healthy until they were born.

Precious noticed, too, her smile widening. “My doctor might’ve let it slip when I was waking up from the sedation. We’re having a little mini-you.”

Unable to stop himself, he leaned over her carefully and pressed the sweetest of sweet kisses to her lips. He bumped her nose with his, his voice soft, reverent. “I’m happy as long as you and jellybean are healthy, Precious. I am excited about our little boy, but I’d also be thrilled with a little girl. Maybe if you’re up for another one or six, we can have a whole house full of mini-me’s and mini-you’s.”

She huffed at him. “Let’s get through this one first, alpha, before we go too crazy.”

“Anything you want, my stunning omega.”

They chatted a bit longer before Bucky excused himself.

Flanking him, Frank, Nick, and Ransom joined him as they approached Angel’s bed where Jake and Steve also chatted with her.

When Angel acknowledged them, Bucky was the first to step forward and press a careful kiss to her scratched cheek. His voice shook as he said, “I’ll never be able to repay that kind of debt but thank you.”

True to her nature, Angel had no expectation of repayment as she did what any friend would do in such a situation.

Bucky checked on Steve and Jake before heading back to Precious’s side where he stayed until they were kicked out for the rest of the night.

Exhaustion settled over him as the late hour and everything else caught up to him.

It took everything in him to remain upright as he returned to the waiting room with the others.

Finding Gracie awake and teary-eyed once more, he rushed forward and scooped her up.

“It’s okay, my sweet girl. I just saw her, and she’s going to be fine.” He pressed several reassuring kisses to her temple and rubbed her back. When she finally pulled back to look at his face, he offered her a small grin. “I even found out a secret if you’re interested.”

“A secret?”

Gracie’s hands came up to his cheeks and held him as she said in such a serious little voice, demanding, “Tell me.”

“You, my darling girl, are going to be the best big sister,” he paused until she whined for him to spill it, “to your baby brother.”

Bucky doesn’t count on the frown that mars her face.

It’s true that she wasn’t thrilled at first when she learned she was gaining a little brother or sister, but she’d come around to the idea. Lots of reassurance, love, and doting from both him and Precious had helped in easing her worries about being replaced by this new baby.

Yet, nothing prepared Bucky when Gracie asked, “Can we go to the bookshop this weekend?”

“Yeah, sweet girl, we can go,” Bucky said, not quite understanding.

Gracie nodded; her smaller brows still pinched together. Her concentration was so like Bucky’s, but she didn’t keep him in the dark long.

“We’re going to need a new bookshelf. None of my books will work for a boy. He’s not going to like them. How is he going to love reading if he has nothing to read?”

Hearing her words warmed Bucky’s heart another thousandfold.

“I’m a boy, and I like your books,” he assured her before adding, “I do agree with you. We need to stock up on books meant for babies. We haven’t done that yet, have we? We’ll go this weekend, and you can help me find the best ones, okay?”

It was his sincerest hope they’d have Precious back at home by the weekend though he had no intention of breaking this date with Gracie.

The distraction of this excursion would do them both a world of good.

They left not long after that. Bucky carried Gracie while his parents and sisters followed him back to their cars.

He was more than happy to have them stay with him and Gracie overnight. They returned to their own homes soon after Precious was released from the hospital.

Over the next couple of days, he and Gracie visited Precious after Gracie got out of school until she was discharged.

Back at home, he had her settled in her favorite nest where he waited on her hand and foot when he wasn’t taking care of Gracie.

His company had been kind enough to grant him an extended leave of absence that didn’t affect his vacation or sick days. His assistant kept him apprised of everything going on during their daily emails, only calling him twice during this time.

Precious slowly got back on her feet after coming home and recuperating after another week or so.

Bucky lived for the day when she shooed him back to work, insisting she was just fine even as she waddled around the house.

Sure, there were some occasional nightmares for all of them, but that day faded over time.

It was helped with the arrival of their little boy a few months later, whom they named after Angel. Gracie had been insistent about this after learning Angel helped save Precious that day.

They surprised Angel with this when she got to see the new little one at the hospital alongside Jake and Steve. Angel accepted the honor though she still insisted she didn’t do that much to earn this amazing gift.

Of all their visitors, Bucky’s favorite moment had to be seeing Gracie insist Ransom hold her tiny brother.

Ransom had balked at the very notion despite his fondness for Gracie, the only kid that Ransom had any fondness for. She’s definitely the only one to get away with calling him Uncle Ran. That does change with time.

It’d been Nick that had asked Gracie’s permission for the honor of holding her little brother that finally got Gracie to relent with Ransom.

Contessa even took a turn though she showed a bit of the same discomfort as Ransom with something so tiny and fragile in her arms.

To their surprise, Contessa had learned from Ransom about Bucky and Gracie’s love for reading. She ended up surprising them with a giant cache of books to add to their libraries from her family’s publishing company in celebration of their new addition. This cache even included a bunch of books that could and would grow with their little boy. It would take a small box truck to bring said cache home and a couple of weeks to unbox and unwrap it all.

As bad as that day was, it also produced some of the greatest gifts Bucky could’ve ever thought he’d receive in his life: closer existing friendships, new friendship bonds, and a growing family that he’d do everything in his power to protect.

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

17 notes · View notes

imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

Note

I saw this tweet and instantly thought I need a man to make that come true. lmfao. What if this being something Chris would do while reader is cooking up Thanksgiving? 😝😝 HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

*Also sorry it scars anyone’s inner child. Twitter is too out of pocket these days.

hi! I didn't get a response from you, so I changed it to jake! I'm sorry it took so long! happy belated thanksgiving.

warning - smut, oral sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Jake walked into the kitchen, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as they landed on your ass, peeking out from beneath his shirt. Jake feels giddy inside as he sneaks closer, his hands out in front of him in a grabby motion. When Jake gets close enough, he quickly drops to his knees. His tongue poked out, mouth-watering, when he noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

He launches forward, mouth attached to your cunt as he begins to lick and suck. “What the–” You moan, leaning forward and gripping the knife in your hand tightly. “Jake, oh god!” He continues to lap at your hole, drinking in your juices as he eats you out. His hands roughly squeeze your ass.

Jake pulls away for a second. “Mm, this is the best thanksgiving I’ve ever had.” He lunges forward again, feasting on your cunt. Little moans of pleasure escape him. Jake drinks you in, enjoying the sounds that leave you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your hand moves to the back of you, running your fingers through Jake’s hair. Soft whimpers escape you as you let go. The feeling of Jake sucking on your clit drives you insane.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

415 notes · View notes

sosa2imagines · 5 months ago

Text

Broken Hearts. Part 7

Warnings- Slight smut, fluff, revelations, planning.

The setting of the room was enveloped in a soft, intimate glow, its corners bathed in gentle candlelight. Lloyd's touch on your body stirred a heady mix of desire and tenderness. His kisses slow and lingering, sent tremors of pleasure through you. The air around you was heavy with passion, as you lost yourself in the ecstasy of the moment.

Time seemed to stand still, each movement and touch creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through your being. It was as if you were caught in a dream, where reality blurred and all that mattered was the intense connection between you and Lloyd.

“Lloyd” you moan against his lips, your body shudders through your orgasm and you hold tight onto him… “Please.” “I know” he kisses you deeply “Sugar, just give me one more”

Just as you were about to reach the peak of ecstasy, a jarring ringing echoed through the room, jolting you back to reality. Your eyes snapped open, the dreamlike state shattered by the harsh sound of your alarm.

You groaned in frustration, the interruption leaving you on the edge of both physical and emotional release. The intensity of your dream lingered, leaving you craving for the sensations that had been so vividly experienced just moments before.

After kissing Lloyd last night before things go further, the persistent ringing of Lloyd's phone shattered the moment. Again, and another, his attempts to ignore it grew futile, and your irritation rose as the interruption continued.

Finally, at the sixth call, you got annoyed and it spoiled the mood for you both. So, you went to bed alone, and he went to attend business, which is why you ended up having a wet dream.

You were in the kitchen, searching for any sign of Lloyd, when a soft, warm voice called out from behind you. “Sugar.” Startled, you turned around to find Lloyd smiling at you, holding a tray laden with breakfast.

Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, freshly toasted bread, and a steaming cup of coffee. “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, a hint of affection in his eyes.

He placed the tray on the kitchen counter, gesturing toward a chair. “Sit.” he commanded gently, his tone a mixture of care and affection. You took a seat, still slightly surprised by the unexpected breakfast spread before you.

As you looked up at him, he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to you with a smile. “Bon Appétit,” he murmured, watching as you took a sip, the rich aroma awakening your senses.

As you sat there, enjoying the breakfast that Lloyd had graciously prepared, a stark contrast between him and Steve settled in your mind. Steve had never bothered to do anything like this, not even a small gesture to show that he cared.

With Lloyd, however, the simple act of making breakfast and brewing coffee held an immense weight. It was a testament to his attentiveness, care, and affection for you.

As you savored a forkful of scrambled eggs, you looked up at Lloyd, gratitude and a hint of affection in your eyes. “Thank you for this. Nobody's ever made me breakfast before,” you admitted with a soft smile.

He chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curling up into a warm grin. “Well, you deserve it, Sugar.” he said, the endearment rolling off his tongue naturally.

The two of you continued to chat, the conversation flowing effortlessly, filled with light-hearted banter and shared laughter.

After finishing breakfast and getting ready, you and Lloyd headed towards his office. The walk was filled with comfortable silence, occasionally punctuated by light-hearted conversation.

Upon arriving, you noticed Nick and Jake already waiting outside. Lloyd gave them a nod as you approached, and they returned the greeting.

“Everything alright?” Nick inquired, his gaze flickering between you and Lloyd. Lloyd nodded, his hand gently resting on the small of your back as he ushered you into the office.

The office was bathed in soft artificial light, and the familiar surroundings brought a sense of comfort.

Lloyd took his seat behind his desk, gesturing for you to take a seat on the chair across from him. Nick and Jake leaned against the wall, their watchful gazes fixed on the two of you. Lloyd began, “Alright, let's get down to business.” His tone was serious, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Ari's voice interrupted the silence, his words breaking the tension in the room. “We have good news and bad news...” he said, his expression holding a mixture of hope and concern. You and Lloyd listened intently, waiting for further explanation.

Andy spoke up, a small smile playing on his lips. “The good news is that, Steve signed the papers.” A wave of relief washed over you, the knowledge that your plan had worked easing some of your tension. “He realized he didn't have any other choice since we managed to capture his confession on our hidden camera.” Ari added, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Jake chipped in, his tone serious. “We located the video... but there's some bad news.” You tensed up, and Lloyd furrowed his brow in concern. “Steve doesn't have any copies,” Jake continued, “but we can't be certain if James Barnes has another copy.”

The room fell silent as the implications of this revelation sunk in.

Nick's voice broke the stillness, his words carrying a hint of unease. “That's not all,” he added, his expression troubled. “We still don't know the extent of James Barnes involvement in all of this.” The room grew even quieter as the weight of Nick's statement settled on everyone present.

Lloyd leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming absently on the desk. “We'll need to get to the bottom of this,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He turned his gaze towards you, his eyes filled with determination. “We won't rest until we know the truth,” he reassured you, his words laced with resolution.

Ari, his expression grave, added further revelations. “But that's not all,” he said, pausing, “Jake went through Steve's call records, and it seems Steve has been video calling James Barnes... a lot. In fact, this started even before you got married.”

Your heart sank, the extent of Steve's deception slowly unfolding before you.

Lloyd's grip on his pen tightened, anger evident in his eyes as he absorbed the information. He glanced over at you, concerned for your well-being. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, the realization of the situation settling heavily on your chest. “He... he must be missing him or something?” you said, the words catching in your throat. “I never saw him video call James...” There was a hint of disbelief in your tone, as if you were trying to rationalize Steve's actions, although a part of you knew it was far from innocent.

The room fell silent for a moment, the reality of your words hanging in the air.

Lloyd could see the pain and hurt etched on your face, and he longed to be able to soothe your worries. He reached out and placed his hand over yours, offering silent support.

Lloyd's voice echoed through the room, laced with determination and anger. “That's enough,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “To hell with them. We'll show them what we can do.” A steely resolve filled his eyes, and he fixed his gaze on the others, a silent agreement passing between them.

You were about to speak, but Lloyd's voice cut through, his words taking you by surprise. “No buts, Sugar,” he said firmly. “I've booked a spa appointment for you, complete with a manicure and pedicure shit. You're going to relax and pamper yourself for a while.” His tone left no room for argument, and you could see the stubbornness in his eyes.

The others smiled, clearly amused by Lloyd's bossy display. Nick chuckled softly. “Looks like Mr. Bossy is in charge now,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Lloyd shot Nick a glare, although his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. “Shut it, Nick!” he retorted, though his tone lacked any real annoyance. He then turned his gaze back to you, his expression softening. “Go get ready, Sugar. We'll handle things here.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Lloyd's glare stopped you in your tracks. His eyes held a look of determination and stubbornness, leaving no room for argument. With a resigned sigh, you closed your mouth, knowing that arguing would be futile.

“Fine,” you muttered quietly, relenting to his bossy demeanor.

As you sat in the cozy and peaceful ambience of the spa, surrounded by the soothing scents and soothing atmosphere, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude towards Lloyd.

His insistence on taking you to the spa had initially annoyed you, but now, enveloped in the calmness of the place, you realized he had been right. The soothing music and the gentle touch of the spa therapist working on your hands and feet left you blissfully relaxed. Perhaps Lloyd knew you better than you gave him credit for.

As you exited the spa, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, you spotted Lloyd leaning against his car, a smile on his face. He pushed off the car and approached you, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. “How was it, Sugar?” he inquired.

You returned his smile, grateful for his insistence on this self-care session. “It was great,” you admitted, feeling the tension that had been weighing on you seem to melt away. “Just what I needed, thanks to you.”

Lloyd chuckled softly, pleased that he had made the right call. “I knew it was perfect for you,” he said, opening the passenger door for you. “Now get in. We are going to party, just us four.”

“What about Ari?” You could sense Lloyd getting jealous with the mention of Ari, “He is busy with something!” Lloyd tells in a cold voice, making you giggle.

As you were about to enter the car, something caught your eye, freezing you in your tracks. A sense of unease washed over you, and Lloyd immediately noticed your reaction. “What's wrong?” he asked, concern etched on his face as he gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

You shifted slightly to get a better look, and anger flared within you as you laid eyes on the person in question. “That fucker!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mix of hatred and frustration. Lloyd's grip on your hand tightened, sensing your distress. “Who is it?” he asked, his own body tensing up.

Your voice was filled with a mix of anger and distress. “It's Bucky Barnes,” you muttered, your eyes darting around nervously, trying to pinpoint his location. “I swear I saw him.”

Lloyd quickly followed your gaze, searching for any sign of Bucky, but came up empty-handed. “I don't see him anywhere,” he said, his brow furrowed in concern.

Truth is Lloyd had spot Bucky, but kept his cool, knowing that telling you the truth wouldn't do any good. “Let's go, sugar,” he urged, guiding you gently towards the car.

You scanned the area once more, hoping to catch another glimpse, but ultimately resigned yourself to the fact that you may have imagined it.

As you entered the car, still feeling on-edge, Lloyd stole one last glance in the direction where he last saw Bucky, his expression tense, quickly texting someone.

Part 6- Part 8

Taglist- @imyourbratzdoll @blackhawkfanatic @ordelixx @sapphirebarnes @ilovetaquitosmmmm

@differenttyphoonwerewolf @vicmc624 @thezombieprostitute @nekoannie-chan @emerald-writes

@redbloodedgurl @cjand10 @chemtrails-club @slutforchrisjamalevans @gracescor3

@ghostlythinggoingaround @princezzjasmine @3xclusivemariii @ephemeral-oasis

@geeky-politics-46 @dexter99 @calwitch

@whore-for-chris-evans @caplanreblogsfics

126 notes · View notes

loverslodge · 22 days ago

Text

in the kitchen

summary: you and jake were competitors but one mistake changes everything.

pairing: Chef!Jake Jensen x Reader

warning: angst, fluff, time leap, happy ending, implied smut

A/N: i finally got my grubby hands on my Jakey. i wanted smut it up but i thought it would be nice to ease Jakey in.

When you say you have career plans, you mean you have plans that have been stretched out for 5 years. And when you say you hate Jake Jensen, you mean he is one annoying, blue-eyed, blond haired, carefree smiling jerk, who thinks he has everything figured out.

Being a university student meant working hard. This was for your own future. A brighter and better future that you wanted to build for yourself. That is why you are where you need to be, as one of the top students.

Your grandmother was a chef in your family restaurant and that grew into your father taking over and your mother became the new chef. You would often join the kitchen since you were child and saw the meticulous methods used to create the perfect dish. You learned those methods, the ways and the recipes to build perfection. You wanted to make your family proud.

But right now, all you wanted to do was throw this can of tomato sauce on Jake Jensen’s head as you saw him bopping around the station with his music cranked up so loud that it was difficult to hear your own thoughts.

You were given a task to make a dish from ready-made items, available to make cooking easier. You thought it would be easiest to make spaghetti with tomato sauce and cheese with basil and rosemary for garnish. Guess who else is making spaghetti? Yes, that's right, that little handsome piece of shit. Although he isn't that little.

Little known fact about Jake Jensen is that he loves to annoy you. He had been on your case since the first year of university. He always called you uptight and oh! Let us not forget the nickname he has given you.

“Jensen! For the love of god, turn off your atrocious music! I will burn off your hair with this burner.” You have had it up to here.

“Ah! Kitten is getting angry again. Better do as she says or she’ll not leave any wood for us.” Jake laughs at his own mocking.

“I'm being serious, Jensen. Turn off your music. I can't concentrate. I need to think to make good food, unlike you, who throws everything in a pan.”

“But I need music to make cooking more fun. You sway, you dance, you sprinkle. Isn't that part of what good food is about.”

“No! None of that is true. Never sprinkle without the correct measurements! Always follow the recipe.” You pointed at your notepad where you had fleshed out everything.

Jake got out of his station and walked into the pantry. Making sure that he was gone, you walked to his station and turned off his bluetooth speaker. You sighed in relief as you felt the peace and quiet around you. The only sound you needed was the sound of simmering and chopping. You sauntered your way back to your station and started working on your recipe.

The spaghetti was boiled and done. You drained it and gently put it into the saucepan where you had put your tomato sauce to simmer. You grated the cheese a little into the sauce to thicken it a little and started mixing everything together.

“Kitten! Did you seriously just turn off my music?” Jake stomped up to your station.

You shrugged your shoulders and went back to work without looking up. He walked back to his station and you thought to yourself that you had finally learned how to shut him up but boy were you wrong. A loud drum beat played right beside, causing you to spill your entire prepared dish on me. Your clothes were safe, thanks to the apron, but you could not say the same about your hand. Your own food had burnt your hand off and while Jake spent his time laughing at the antic he pulled, you rushed my hand under cold water, hoping the damage was not that bad. It was a boiling hot tomato sauce after all.

“What? Is kitten angry?” Jake’s taunts were not going to get to you because the burn already did.

Tears spilled from my eyes as you tried my best not to feel the burn. You could see a large red spot forming surrounded by blue and black spots. Once you were convinced that there was not much you could do right now, you removed your hand from under the cold water and patted it gently. It did hurt a lot but you were not going to say anything. Except you just untied your apron and threw it at Jake’s face. The sauce from earlier, smeared on his face and he looked at you dumbfounded.

You looked at him one last time and walked out of the kitchen, hoping you would not run into him again today. You started making my way to the medical wing of the university when you ran into Aisha, one of Jake’s friends.

“Hey! I was just coming to get you and-, are you okay? Why are you crying?” She pulled you by your injured hand and you hissed. She immediately let go of it and saw the injury. “Oh my god! We need to put something on it!”

She pulled you by your uninjured hand and we entered the medical wing. You got a bandage around it and were asked not to move it around a lot.

“Now will you tell me what happened?” Aisha asked, sitting you down on the bench in the courtyard.

You had stopped crying but your red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained face was not making it easier for you to not complain to her about what her friend did. You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“I dare you to lie to me again. What happened?” Aisha insisted.

Your eyes sprung tears again and you told her everything that happened with Jake in the workstation. She hugged you and let you cry out. The pranks, the teasing had never been taken this far. Jake hurting you was the last thing you wanted but it had happened.

So maybe you didn't really hate Jake. You were just too much in love with him. You fell in love with him on the very first day. You saw him joking with his friends and laughing out very carefreely. You loved his smile and his sparkling eyes. His body was just an added bonus to everything.

In fact, you had approached him once, trying to be his friend but he doesn't remember that. It was during the freshman party. Everyone was gathered and almost everyone was drunk. You weren’t, you didn't want to indulge in a new place. You saw him talking to his friends and you went to talk to him. You figured he was drunk but you still talked to him. Then you kissed. You didn't want to take it farther than that because he was drunk. It was a kiss that made you see stars. You had hoped it would've worked out the next day but remembered nothing and someone in the class called you uptight because you had refused to put out. That stuck to Jake and so here you were, rivaling over god knows what.

You held on to whatever connection you got with Jake. You let him be mean to you because you craved his attention. You loved when you were the center of his universe, even for 5 minutes. You cried a lot because of this though. Because how hopelessly in love did you have to be to let him get away with teasing and name calling?

“You should tell him, Y/N.” Aisha patted your hand.

“No. I don't need to tell him anything, Aisha. We- He doesn't see me and he never will. So please let it go. I'll get over it. I'll get over him. I always do.” You get up from the bench and walk away, giving Aisha a wobbly, half-hearted smile.

………………..

“No. I don't need to tell him anything, Aisha. We- He doesn't see me and he never will. So please let it go. I'll get over it. I'll get over him. I always do.”

Jake heard that. He was on his way to meet his friends when he saw Aisha. He was about to go to her when he saw you with her. He stilled. He hid behind a column and looked at what was going on. His heart sent a tug when he saw your tear-stained face. Your bandaged hand also didn't go unnoticed. He wanted to walk up to you and ask but the conversation he heard broke him.

He really never saw you that way. He always thought of you as an uptight competition who fought for first place just like him. You were not a woman to him, just a classmate. He remembered seeing you at the freshman party. You wouldn't drink, wouldn't talk to anybody and that was it. Then he doesn't remember anything other than making out with someone.

Jake started teasing you because he loved seeing your angry face. Your scrunched up nose, flare in your eyes and he especially loved hearing your quips. He found you so fucking witty. He doesn't know this but he follows you around like a puppy because he loves to tease you. Sometimes he would hide from your sight just to see you work. He loves seeing you work, with your eyes laser focused, involuntary pout on your lips and sparkling eyes when you get the result you want.

Jake saw you run away as your tears ran freely. He just stood there trying to think what happened. He heard you, loud and clear. You will get over him. Why would you?

“You can come out now, Jake. she's gone.” Aisha got comfortable on the bench.

Jake walked out from behind the column and sat beside her. “What happened to her?”

Aisha hit the back of his head, hard. Jake was stunned. “Seriously? You hurt her and you don't know what happened?”

“How did I hurt her?”

“You burned her hand, dumbass. You and antics. When will you learn that when it comes to her, you've got to stop being a child.”

“I burned her hand?”

“Yes. when you startled her. Why do you think she ran from her workstation? It wasn't because she was annoyed. She was hurt. She is hurt. Seriously hurt, Jake.”

“Is that what she meant when she said she'll get over me? That she’ll forgive me?”

“That is a completely different conversation. I don't know if she'll forgive you for this.”

This piqued Jake’s interest. He had a chance to know more about you, from Aisha no less.

“Tell me about this other conversation. I want to know what she meant by that.”

“Jake, why are you so interested in knowing about her all of a sudden? You never cared for her. Is this because this is the final semester? Or this because you finally remembered whom you kissed at the freshman party?” Aisha was pissed. She was going to intervene now. She's had enough of your feelings getting hurt and Jake being an idiot.

“What does that have anything to do with her?” Jake paused. His eyes turn to the size of a saucer in realization. “It was her! The girl I kissed was Y/N?”

Aisha’s silence answered his question. His heart hammered against his chest. No wonder she looked hurt when he laughed at her the next day. No wonder she-

“This is not my place to say but she never will. I am tired of seeing her getting hurt over you. She deserves better.” Aisha looked Jake right in the eyes. “She will never tell you because she thinks you don't feel the same way. She thinks youre gonna laugh at her if she tells you and you probably will. She will move away from you, you know, as far as possible. She says she wouldn't be able to take it anymore.”

Jake felt the world go still. “What do you mean move away? She can't go. She just got a job at that world class restaurant. What is she going to do about that?”

“Well, she has her family business to handle so I'm sure she will be going there. Why do you care? It's not like you have feelings for her, do you?” Aisha poked at him. She knew that if she poked enough, he would realize.

Jake went deep in thought. He didn't like her, did her? Of course not. He just liked teasing her, being near her. There is nothing romantic about this. He just wanted to run to, have hold him tight and-

……………….

Jake snapped back to reality. He watched you saunter in your sundress and apron tied on you. You were greeting customers and chatting with them with the same beautiful smile on your face. He waited at the table, waited for your attention.

It had been three years since that day. He didn't make a move. He couldn't. He realized his feelings a little too late. You were gone by then. He saw you leave from his dorm room. You looked broken. He didn't do anything about it. When your taxi had left, he was bawling his eyes out. His friends gave him sympathy but couldn’t do anything else.

His friends had tried to cheer him up. He got the job that you had left and his life was doing good. His friends finally tried to hook him up with other women but they weren't you. Jake regretted everything till this date. He had the chance to have you but the fault was his own.

Sitting in your restaurant, seeing you happy, something tugged in his heart. Was he really happy to see you happy or was he sad to see you happy without him?

“Hi! I'm Y/N and I will be serving you today. Today’s specials are-”

You went still. Your heart thumped so loud, you swear he could hear it. Your cheeks tinged pink and a gasp escaped your lips. Jake stood up and grazed your hand with his. You jerked away and ran into the kitchen. You were heaving as if you were finally able to breathe. Tears swam up your eyes but you brushed them away.

You hear a knock on the door and you move aside to open it. Jake is standing right in front of you. His blond hair had grown and his blue eyes were boring into yours. He pushed in the door and closed it behind him. He faced you and walked to you. You walked back till your back hit the wall and he stood in front of you.

“Why are you scared?” Jake wanted to hug you but your reaction made him hold back.

“I’m not scared. I’m just shocked. You’re- why are you here?”

“I'm here for you.” Jake approached you softly. Your eyes widened at his admittance.

“Why?”

“Because I finally think I'm worthy of you.” Jake reached out for your hand. You didn't resist and let him take your hand in his.

You had missed his warmth. His hands were calloused and his thumb stroked gently the back of your hand, sending tingles down your stomach. Your heart kept on skipping a beat and if it went on that way, you swear a heart attack was not that far.

“You were always worthy of me,” you say softly and grip his hand tighter. “I wasn't the one for you. I'm still not.”

“You are. You so are. You've always been. I was blind. And dumb. The dumbest idiot ever.” Jake rushed to answer.

Jake walked closer to you and cupped your face. Your hand went to his waist and fist his t-shirt. He stroked your cheeks and you let out a soft hum.

“Well, it is three years too late, don't you think?” You look up to him.

“If you would still have me, I would love to make up for the loss.” Jake pulls your face closer to his, asking for permission.

“I would love that as well, Jake.”

He sighs with a smile and pulls you closer and smashes his lips against yours. You relax against his chest and pull him closer by his t-shirt. He nudged your lips with his tongue, asking for entrance but you felt playful. You wouldn't let him. He nudged again and a laugh bubbled out of your throat. He let your face go and rested his hands around your waist.

He looked at you in amusement. “So someone’s feeling like a tease.”

“I'm not being a tease.” you laugh out loud. “The situation is just funny to me.”

“So my kissing you is funny?”

“Well, yeah. I never would've thought that you would- that we would be here confessing our feelings without exactly confessing and i would be kissing you again.” A gasp left your lips and you covered your mouth after saying the last word, realizing your mistake.

Jake’s eyes soften. “I'm sorry I didn't remember our first kiss. I was a stupid kid. I actually really liked you but then everyone around me talked shit about you and I did the same to become more popular. I'm so sorry, baby.”

“It's okay, Jake. We've come far from that now. Look, you have me in your arms, again. You get to finally remember the kiss.” You rubbed his back slowly.

“I'm gonna kiss you so much. I'm gonna make up for so much.”

Jake leans in again and this time you welcome him with an open heart and mouth. His tongue slides right in your mouth. You moan as he tightens his hold around your waist. His hands roam all over your body and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

When he reaches your thighs, he nudges them and you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He moans in your mouth as his grip tightens on your thighs. His mouth moves away from your lips and he trails kisses down your neck. You grip his hair and pull him closer.

A knock on the door pulls the both of you out of the moment. You both are panting. He is still holding you wrapped around your chest.

“Y/N? Are you in there? The rush hour is about to begin. You better tighten that apron, it's gonna be another long day.”

You and Jake looked at each other. You tried to get down but he pulled you back against him, refusing to let you down. You looked back at him with wide eyes. “Jake, I have to go.”

“But I haven't made up to you yet.” He pouted.

You laugh and put your head on his shoulder. “It is okay. We have time. Tonight? At my place?” You stroke his face gently, lovingly.

“Okay. just-”

“What is it?” You looked at him in worry.

“Say my name again, please.” His puppy dog eyes made their appearance. You always had a thing for it but now that he pulled them out again, after all these years, you fell into the puddle again.

“Jake.” You say it so softly with the sweetest smile. He groans and pulls you in for a deep kiss. He sets you down and walks outside the door with your hand in his.

“I'll be right here, we'll go back to your place together and then I'm going to make up for everything. I hope you have a day off for the rest of the weekend because you are not getting out of the house until monday.”

#fanfiction #fluff #angst #jake jensen #the losers (2010)#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen x y/n #loverslodge

9 notes · View notes

peyton-warren · 1 year ago

Text

Blinded by the Fog Chapter 9

Characters: Reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3686 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. You will need tissues according to my beta. Guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, adorably adorablness and sickeningly sweet Sy. Summary: Reader and Sy have their first official date.

Author's Note: So many people to thank for this one. Thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the beta and for helping me through some rough spots in this. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @sarahdonald87 and @geralts-yenn for listening to me whine about this chapter their support.

Ask Box: Open

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Chapter 8 The following night you put your car into park next to Sy’s truck in his driveway a few minutes before you were scheduled to arrive for your first official date. You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, looking for imperfections for the thousandth time even though Aaran Syverson had already seen you at one of the lowest moments in your entire life just a few short weeks ago and still wanted to see you tonight.

Flipping your visor back in place, you reached for the handle of the door, reminding yourself and the nervous butterflies that this was your idea. Last night after you had assured Madre that you had made it home safe and sound, Sy and you talked more about apprehensions you both had and what you both wanted moving forward. And it was quickly but delicately decided you would try actually dating. That alone made you feel like a teen again, filled with excitement about seeing Sy in a more intimate way and also supplied you with dread at attempting to date in a town that seemed to be overstocked with people who knew about your recent loss. You knew it was absurd to assume everyone who might see the two of you out together would think you were the world’s worst widow, but your brain would not let that possibility go. Sy’s compromise was to have your first official date at his house the following night, he would cook for you. This plan seemed simple enough. The perfect combination of everyone’s wishes. But you couldn’t help the nerves now that it was here as you approached his front door, fidgeting with the skirt of your new dress for the millionth time.

The new dress..... The one you had run off over an hour away to purchase this morning, deeming everything in your closet to be too tied to your husband, unable to shake the feeling you were cheating on Jake by agreeing to see Sy. If you had new clothes, clothes your husband had never seen, never touched, it would make this semi-okay in your brain. And speaking of never touched, you also took it upon yourself to buy yourself new lingerie. You blushed hotly at the thought of the pastel purple set you were currently wearing under your dress. You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to sleep with Aaran yet, but if it came up - excuse the pun- you were certain new undergarments should eliminate a portion of your hesitation.

As you reached the door, you raised your hand to knock, only to have it opened before your knuckles could touch the painted surface. You jumped, squeaked, and nearly dropped one of your gifts in your hands as you hid the second one behind your back with a rustle. “Oh hi!” you tried to sound casual and normal as you looked up at your host leaned against his door. And as your eyes flowed over him from toe to head, all rational thought disappeared from your brain, and you are fairly certain you need a bib.

Dressed in jeans and dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and barefoot, Aaran exuded comfort and confidence all in one, something you wished you could say you felt at the same time. Your eyes landed on his sparkling blue ones as he finished his own perusal of you, making you flush as his eyes crinkle in the corner as his smile widened.

“You look lovely,” he assured you, gesturing for you to step over the threshold by opening the door wider and stepping back with a nod.

Flustered, your eyes flitted around to find a safe place to land that was not on Sy as you entered his home. “Oh, I brought you these,” you stuttered, holding the hand not behind your back to offer him the six-pack of his favorite beer. As his fingers brushed yours in the handle, you gasped, and looked up at him, his eyes trained on your face, the look both adoring and curious.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice comforting and alluring, and seeming to flow over you in a way that it had not just a few days ago, seeming to almost coat your soul.

Self-consciously, your hand dropped from the handle, choosing to grip the side of your skirt. “You’re welcome. Oh and you look nice too,” you admitted, your voice just this side of stuttering. You suddenly felt very silly about your second gift for Sy, realizing what you thought might be a fun and playful gesture might not come across that way. You felt self conscious and awkward as he waited expectantly for your final reveal.

On your way to his house when you stopped to grab the beer, you stood by the display filled with bouquets of flowers, partly thinking it would be a cute idea, that he would likely do the same if he showed up at your house to pick you up for a real first date instead of this hiding away game you were forcing the two of you to play because of your own insecurities about being recently widowed. You had stood before the display trying to pick out the perfect bunch. You wondered if Sy even had a favorite flower. And if he did what would it be. Are there any flowers Texas was known for? And you realized quickly you didn’t know much about Texas or the man you were joining for dinner.

“I have to get back to cooking,” Sy said softly, breaking you from your thoughts. “Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. “A beer?” He raised the bottles in his hand with a soft smile, before wandering toward the kitchen at a slow pace, half watching you.

“Water is great and I know where it is,” you insisted.

“Nonsense,” he insisted, popping the beers in the fridge and pausing at the stove to stir something. “Let me get it for you, grab a seat.”

You entered his kitchen to be greeted by familiar lovely smells. “Oh my god, is that-“ you paused, smelling again, craning your neck to look at the stove from the doorway.

Sy’s face broke into a broader smile from the sink “It is. I remembered how much you liked it when I made it for you a few weeks ago,” he stated, settling a glass of water near the stools at the breakfast bar.

Your smile matched his as you watched him turn back to the stove. “It smells as amazing as I remember. Can I do anything to help?”

Sy glanced over his shoulder at you, a calming looking on his face. “You can sit there and tell me about your day,” he insisted.

You glanced at the stools and then recognized you still held your other hand behind your back. “Hey before I do that, do you have a vase?” The eyebrow of meow appeared again and coasted high on his forehead. “A vase?” he asked questionably, still looking at you from over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you responded, blushing.

He dropped the spoon to the stove top and nodded, licking his thumb and forefinger. You couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on his tongue and lips as he made a soft, subtle smacking noise. “I do,” he admitted, heading towards you, noting the look on your face with a small smirk. You stood frozen in place as he got within an arm's reach, all the while his eyes were trained on yours. At the last moment before he would have bumped into you, he sidestepped, brushing his arm against the one you had tucked behind your back, a half-attempt to look at what you had hidden, as if he didn’t have a clue after your one question. “But there’s a problem,” he softly admitted, as you turned, keeping your front facing him while bending your body back to keep his last gift out of his view. He walked into a small room off of the kitchen that you had not ventured into during your last visit, and you followed through the open folded french doors. On the other side was a small but well appointed dining room, and in the middle of it sat a beautifully set table, including a vase in the center filled with simple daisies with a few peace roses speckled throughout them, complementary greens in between and flowing from a glass vase.

You let out a small gasp, with a soft smile. “Those are lovely,” you admitted, mentally comparing them to the grocery store tulips behind your back.

“We can find a glass for the ones you are hiding.” Sy teased, making you awkwardly offer them to him. “They are lovely too,” he told you, taking them from you, before kissing your cheek. “You are so sweet to bring them.”

With your skin tingling from his affections, you shrugged. “They are just-”

With a gentle look over his shoulder, Sy cut you off. “The first flowers anyone ever gave me,” he amended. “And I love them, thank you.”

Following him back into the kitchen, you watched as he grabbed a tall pint glass from the cupboard before glancing at the stove. “Could you do the honors?” he asked, gesturing to the flowers he had laid on the counter by the sink. “I need to finish dinner.”

“Oh of course of course!” You slipped your shrug off, draping it over a chair as you moved quickly to the sink as he headed to the stove. “I need a sharp knife,” you stated after looking at the bottom of the stems realizing they were dry and likely not getting any water.

Sy didn’t move from his spot but gave you directions to find a knife to your liking. The kitchen filled with comfortable silence along with the soft music coming from somewhere, you finally realized Sy had music playing throughout the house since you stepped foot into the house. You usually were the same though lately you had forgone music in your everyday life because every song seemed to remind you of Jake or another Loser. Soon you found yourself moving to Stone Free, humming along with the Hendrix song as you trimmed the ends of the flowers, placing them in the glass filled with water one by one. If you weren’t mistaken, you might have caught Sy watching you from the stove as he filled bowls and plates with your meal.

As you put the last bloom into the glass, the song changed and your face lit up. “I haven’t heard this song in ages,” you lamented as Mick Jagger began singing about being free to do what he wants, any old time. Setting the makeshift vase and its contents on the counter closer to the stove, you sang softly with Jagger as you turned to look at Sy only to find him right next to you. With a growing grin on his face, he reached for you, and pulled you into his arms, one winding around your back. Biting your lip you looked up at him while you slid your hand into his. With very little effort, Sy carefully danced you between the counter and the center island of his kitchen. Eyes always on yours, he led you into the open space of the foyer, making your smile widen as you followed his lead through the house.

'Cause I'm free

To do what I want

Any old time

Sy spun you, extending his arm for you to step out away from him before drawing you back in, pulling your body flush to his. With a smirk, he leaned you over, dipping you as the song ended, making your face burst with a smile and a blush. He held you there for a second, your chests slightly pressed together, your breathing heavier than normal, staring in each other's eyes. After a moment’s pause, Sy opened his mouth. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly.

Without a second thought, you simply nodded. “Then I think you should,” you barely whispered, your heart all but bursting from your chest as Sy leaned in to kiss you. You eagerly met his lips as he pulled you into a standing positions, his hands now sitting on your spine, holding you close to him as one of your hands threaded itself through the hairs on the back of his neck, a couple of the fingers on the other hand gently gripping at the front of his shirt, sliding around one of the buttons. Standing on your tiptoes, your lips melded with his. At first the kiss was gentle and sweet but as Sy’s lips parted, and his tongue stroked across your lower lip, the temperature shifted. All thought disappeared from your brain, the world disappeared, all concerns about the impropriety of this flew out the window as your tongues stroked over each other and your breathing increased. Sy’s hand slid up your back to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, your fingers almost matching in pressure as your kiss continued to escalate, getting lost in each other until you heard an annoying buzzer sound from the kitchen.

Sy pressed his forehead to yours after pulling his mouth away, but made no move to detangle himself from you. “Dinner’s gonna get cold,” he admitted.

Your eyes stayed closed as you shrugged, not wanting to move. “What’s ‘dinner’?”

He guffawed before kissing your nose. “God you are adorable.” Your grin widened as you blinked your eyes open, looking at him as he slowly released you. Not letting go of your hand, he led you back into the kitchen. “Can I help get this to the table?” you asked.

Within a few minutes, the two of you were seated at the table. This was far from the first meal you had shared, but looking around the table you couldn't help but feel a bit flushed and giddy at the measures Sy had taken for this first date. The butterflies were still fluttering in your stomach but they had settled some as you began to eat, chatting about your day, about work, about your lives. All these things were not new topics for the two of you to share, but it felt different, more open, more sincere.

After dinner, Sy filled your wine glass with water and a pretty slice of lemon before leading you out into his backyard. There was a cute little setting around a fire pit, a smattering of chairs, and benches, and the pit looked like it was ready to be sparked to life with just a single match. Overhead were Edison bulbs strung through the trees, giving the faintest of lights.

You followed him down the slate path, bare feet feeling the residual warmth the stones still held from the disappeared sun. As you settled into the settee, Sy made quick work with the fire, as you had predicted and joined you. Without a second thought you curled into him, pressing yourself to his side, your head landing on his chest, your hand on his ribs. At first he extended his arms outward, almost surprised by your actions, but he quickly recovered, draping one arm over your back and shoulder, curling his hand over your upper arm. His other arm came to rest on his thigh, while he pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “This ok?” You asked after a moment.

Sy chuckled. “More than ok, hun. More than.” He squeezed you tighter against him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

You gently shrugged, eyes focused on the dancing flames in front of you. “I don’t know. Because you’ve been sending me different messages.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “One second you are looking at me like I’m the only woman on the planet, and the next you are pouring me a glass of water so I’m sober enough to go home.”

“First of all, tonight you are the only woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned,” he admitted into your hair. “Secondly,” he paused as he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you firmer to him. “You are going home tonight.” His arms tightened as you stiffened against him, your hand landing on his chest to push away from him, as if he just insulted you by making decisions for you. “This is our first date,” he reminded you. “It wouldn’t be proper or right for anything else to happen except a lovely kiss goodnight at my door.”

Your brain warred for a few moments. Both touched and annoyed at his thoughts. “But what if I wanted more?” you ask even though you honestly didn’t know if you wanted more than what he was extending to you tonight. You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought about what sex with Sy would be like. But you also knew you were terrified at taking that next step with him. In your mind, that direction was a huge step towards getting over Jake. And you weren’t sure you wanted to get over him yet. You weren’t ready to assign him to your past, put him on a shelf. He was, is, forever will be part of you.

You felt Sy kiss the top of your head, followed by a scruffy peck on your forehead. His hand cupped you under the chin, turning you to look up at him. He skimmed his hand over your cheek, catching tears on his thumb, tears you didn’t even know you had cried. “Because this,” he held up his damp digit. “Tells me you are just as scared as I am by the next step.”

Your eyes fly from his hand to meet his blue eyes in the shadows cast by the fire light, confused and a little stung by his words. “You are scared of sleeping with me?”

Sy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. He tightened his hold on you, his hand landing on your cheek again. “Yes and no,” he admitted, his eyes slowly opening. You could see so much swirling in there, wishing you could read them. “I am partly scared I will wind up just being the man who helps you get over the heartbreak of losing Jake. That I’m the one who’s gonna put you back together only for you to find someone else when you are whole again.” His words stung hard, piercing through your heart.

“I am not asking you to put me back together,” you assert, pulling back from him. You fully extract yourself from him. “I can do that on my own. I thought this was something more than just that.” Abruptly you stood, making to move around him, intent on grabbing your things and going. You didn’t need his pity date.

“Sugar no,” he expressed, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back. He turned on the seat to face you, his legs on either side of you as you stood, arms crossed, staring at the house, not at him. “This is more than that. So much more than that,” he assured you, dropping his arm from your waist. His hand reaches for your arm, gently tugging it from your chest, sliding his hand up your forearm to twine your fingers with his. After a few silent moments, he sighed. “I’m just scared,” he admitted. “Very scared. Of losing you mostly. You are the best thing to happen to me. Your pain and your struggles only highlight how incredible you are. I’m scared you are going to get through the pain of losing Jake, and realize I was just something to hold onto so you didn’t lose yourself while you were healing.” You turned to look at him as his voice cracked. “That I was a mistake.”

Tears in his eyes were your undoing, the hurt you felt disappeared. Cupping his cheek, you stepped forward. “Never a mistake, Sy,” you assured him. “Never.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and hips and drew you close to him. He pressed his face to your belly as your hand landed on his head. “You have been my light, my guiding light as I work through all this. No matter how this works out between us, I will never think of you as a mistake.”

The two of you stayed like that for an untold amount of time, your hand flowing over his shaved head. His face stuffed into your belly, your thighs pressed to his chest as you stared into the stars beyond the tree limbs surrounding you. Sy felt right in a way that even Jake never did.

With guilt you looked up into the sky, hoping Jake could forgive you for that. You loved him, still loved him so so much. But what you had found with Sy was different, more supportive, more mature, more fulfilling. You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you stared at the stars, remembering the first time you saw the milky way was with Jake, remembering that your first time for a lot of things was with Jake, remembering there was going to be no more first times with Jake.

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, Sy drew you into his lap, settling back on the sofa. Your knees landed on the cushion on either side of his hips as you allowed yourself to be manhandled into his embrace. You both buried your faces into each other's neck. It was only then that you realized you were crying, nay sobbing. You clung to Sy as rough as he clung to you, the two of you riding this emotional roller coaster together but separate. But most importantly together. Together you could weather whatever was thrown at you. With him at your side, you could face your fears of the unknown, of the changes that you were going to meet. You knew you could do it alone but you also knew you didn’t have to as long as he was around.

Authors Note 2: The first time reader saw the milky way with Jake can be seen here.

Tags:

General Tag List: @littleone65 @mysweetlittledesire @jvanilly @identity2212 @avengersfan25 @foxyjwls007 BBTF Tag List: @mis-lil-red @sconnie-doesnt-know @ronearoundlightly @toooldforobsessions Syverson Tag List: @mrsevans90 HC Tag List: @m07belzen @used-to-be-bourbonwithice @hawklin @geralts-yenn @summersong69

As always if you wanted to be added or removed from a tag let me know.

89 notes · View notes

ronearoundblindly · 7 months ago

Text

Pirate & Pin Cushion (3)

Jake Jensen x gn! ops!Reader

Painful...But In A Good Way (see previous or JJ Masterlist)

The last thing you remember is the awkward kiss Jake planted on you during a screaming match. Now, awake and healed, your friend and teammate is acting more awkward than usual around you.

Warnings for foul language, *super skimmed over action,* canon-level betrayal (Roque), completely vague mentions of injuries, suspicions, doubts, misunderstandings,--GO FIGURE--an argument, and I just wanted this done honestly. Not that I don't love them, but I need a win in the COMPLETED department. WC ~1.5k

You’re a Loser through and through now.

Months have gone by since you were stabbed and unceremoniously, sorta-kinda-maybe-not kissed by Jake Jensen. You woke up six days later with Pooch by your side, disappointed it wasn’t your Banter Bro.

The last thing you remember is turning away from Jake to hide your face. After that, nothing. You suppose he feels awkward about it. Maybe he regrets it, even if the ‘kiss’ was just part of a gag to him.

The most frustrating part is everything is exactly the same. Jake keeps you at arm’s length, a holding pattern to get no closer as teammates but no farther as friends.

Is this…are you in the friend zone???

It blows.

You’d still prefer this over being a pariah, so on you quip from interaction to interaction.

For all Jake’s hype about loving Halloween, he shuts down when you ask him what costume you should choose. Then he goes home to his sister and niece for the holiday.

...Okay…

You console yourself knowing this is for the best. You’d promised yourself no attachments, and nature clearly pushes for you to keep that promise.

You’ve almost—almost—resigned yourself to actual pin-cushion-status, jabbed repeatedly by his indifference. You are PC: perpetually crushing on Jake Jensen. It sucks.

You can be professional though. You can keep up with the jokes and take the hits to your heart and body that come with the job.

Until you can’t.

Los Angeles. The port. The shitshow.

While scrambling to get out of the line of fire in a showdown gone wrong, Jake cuts his leg vaulting over a concrete barrier, and you get him to a nook between shipping crates.

You squat down to change the mag on your MP7 and suddenly hear Roque’s voice behind you. He’s not on the comms.

“Should’ve told ‘em, Jensen."

The look on Jake’s face is shocked and bitter.

Roque clicks his tongue. "At least then they’d know…”

Before you can so much as turn to look, Jake’s raised his own weapon, firing right over your shoulder and within inches of your ear.

The pain is sharp and hot, sending you stumbling into the warped metal wall of the nearest container.

Jake wraps a thick arm around your waist and yanks you away.

You catch sight of Roque dead on the asphalt.

It’s complete chaos, pure survival mode for the next twenty minutes, deaf and deftly tying a bandage around Jake’s leg in an open, empty crate while he’s on comms and frantically hand-signaling you the plan.

But you make it. Everyone but Roque makes it.

Eventually, when the ringing subsides in your non-ruptured ear, Clay lays outRoque betrayed the team. Aisha teaches you a way to cup your occipital and tap to reduce the tinnitis. Pooch leaves to see the birth of his first child.

You’re left to ponder if Jake is a traitor, too.

Did he kill Roque to keep his own cover? Was he supposed to recruit you into his and Roque’s plan? Is that what he ‘should have told you’ so Roque wouldn’t need to kill you?

The possibilities haunt you. Is this why he’s kept you distant for months? Was Jake worried you’d catch on?

You blame your stupid crush for stopping you from telling Cougar your concerns. You trust Jake—or you want to trust him, so badly—so you confront him alone.

Dinner. At your place. Away from the team so he can feel safe to admit it. Away from the team so you can pretend your forgiveness isn’t already secured. You’ll deal with the consequences once you know the truth.

Jake seems an odd mix of totally psyched and forcefully reserved when you invite him and a nervous wreck when he arrives at your door.

It’s just pizza. You were too distracted to do more.

He doesn’t pick up his slice because you don’t either, running your hands up and down your thighs compulsively, then quietly asking, “about what Roque said…”

Jake leans back in his chair, leg bouncing frantically, rubbing at his neck. “Yeah,” he replies, eyes on the floor.

“Was he…were you his partner in that? Were you suppose to take me out, too?

Jake’s head snaps up, his mouth askew and brow pinched. “WHAT?”

“Just tell me the truth. I swear, we can work it out with the rest—“

“Is this what—what the fuck—“ he shoves the chair back and steps away “—that’s the reason I’m here right now? I thought you were finally gonna say it!”

Jake rips his glasses off his face and harshly runs his fingers through his frosted tips.

“Say…what? What am I supposed to say? I’m not the one Roque had a damn secret with.”

He’s visibly upset but with bugged-out eyes like he has no idea what to do.

“Well, I’m not a fucking traitor,” he mumbles.

Jake replaces his glasses and takes his phone from the pocket of his low-slung jeans, hitting a few buttons and tossing it onto the table. It slides until it knocks your plate.

His own recorded laugh cuts off quickly. “Okay, PC, what were you saying about Halloween? One more time,” and then comes another slow voice, “I should have told you before I died.

“I love you.”

Your whole body freezes, brain turning the words over and over until it occurs to you…that is your voice.

“I didn’t say that.” Your knee-jerk reaction comes swiftly. “I don’t remember that.”

Jake snorts without humor. “Got that part.”

You’re too stunned to speak. You can’t even imagine when you would have…oh god.

Jake rushes to fill the silence as you die inside, again, maybe more realistically because what.

“Did you at least think I was a badass, like, ya know, a sexy traitor or whatever? Or…were you gonna wrestle me to the ground after I ate a whole pie?”

You keep sitting with your mouth agape.

“You didn’t poison the pizza, did you? Right? Say 'no.' That’s overkill, or just, kill—were gonna kill me?!”

“I’D KNOWN YOU FOR TWO WEEKS,” you explode, bolting out of your own chair.

“Yeah,” Jake squeaks, “I know.”

“Two weeks, and then you taped me saying ‘I love you?’”

“But, like—“ his usually deep timbre pitches super high “…did you?”

“Why would you just sit on that, Jake?!”

He shrugs. “You weren’t exactly sober.”

Too much, too many feelings, all at once. You try to get away, to make a break for the bathroom, but Jake grabs your wrist and swings your momentum to the wall.

Your back hits with a soft thud, pinned in place by Jake’s chest. He’s not breathing heavily, but you are, pushing you against him repeatedly.

That just makes it harder.

Yes, you said it (you guess), and yes, you meant it. Jake, however, hasn’t said word one about if he feels some sort of way for you. Your brain can’t intuit his romantic inclinations two minutes after accusing him of treachery.

He’s…there, not moving, not speaking, lips slightly parted while he stares at you.

You clear your throat.

“You’re…you’re touching me,” you say softly.

Jake doesn’t skip a beat, gently tightening his hold on your arms. “That’s what I do, PC. Finger keyboards.”

You gag as he quickly shakes his head.

“What the fuck?”

“Sounds sooooo bad," Jake moans. "I’m so sorry.” He let’s go of you, steps back, and slaps his hands in the air frantically. “Wait, okay? That was not the joke. I can do it.”

“You’re sick, man.”

Jake rubs at his temples, muttering something about keys, computers, and Halloween. “Hold on...so dumb. This is why I was trying to record it! It’s your joke. You were laying on the bed and--”

“I would never say you fin—“

“He was standing right there,” Jake bursts, scaring you to silence. “Roque. When you said that into the phone, I mean, he was standing at the door and he heard.”

Jensen sighs. Defeated and deflated, he rests his hands on his hips, inhaling sharply.

“So at the port when… He aimed a gun at you and I just—“ he makes a finger gun to point over your shoulder, adding a soft pow sound-effect “—Roque was saying I should have told you before he tried to kill you.”

“About the recording?”

“No.” Jake rocks on his heels.

“About the joke?” Your voice is so small.

His stupid, beautiful blue eyes lift to meet yours.

“No, pin cushion, not about the joke.”

There's a horridly long pause of nothingness.

"Fuck it."

Jake lunges forward with startling intensity, fingers lace behind your head to draw you to him.

You don’t turn away this time.

His lips are soft yet determined, slowly pulsing to transform one kiss into dozens, and he adjusts everything—his height, his stance, his proximity to get even more of you in a single embrace.

“I love you,” Jake whispers, shifting to tilt you left while he goes right. “I should have told you ‘I love you,’ too.”

You promised yourself no attachments, but who are you kidding? You're such a loser, and you found your match.

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

😵‍💫

#jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen angst #pirate and pin cushion

79 notes · View notes

imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago

Text

Brat Taming: Part 10

A/N: Smut in the first half, dom Steve/sub Reader, a little condescending Steve

His hand gripped the back of your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh as he pinned you down to hold you in place. Steve’s arm was stretched above his head as he held you in place on the bed, your knees teetering on the edge as he had taken his place on the floor behind you.

He had been there for nearly a half hour, his tongue, this mouth and his fingers working against your seeping core, your slick gushing from between the walls of your pussy.

Your heat was undeniably thick, it was heavy and you were affected by it from the moment it first struck, becoming a whining and whimpering mess on his bed.

He was relentless, he was becoming as insatiable as you and in his need to care for you, he had taken it upon himself and his tongue to keep you clean. Steve had slurped down your slick, swallowing every drop as if it was his life force while keeping you stationary so he could prepare you for the first and eventual thrust of his cock.

“Ready, ready, ready….” You muttered mindlessly, repeating yourself without a pause, grinding your hips against his tongue and his face as he feasted on your soaked cunt. “Steve-“

“Shh,” he returned the sentiment by muttering against your puffy pussy walls, shushing you before he pushed his finger into your aching heat, “you need more time.”

He had begun pumping his finger in and out of your pussy, pumping with vigour as you chased the impending orgasm, essentially fucking yourself against the exploratory digits. You whined and pleaded for more, only finding relief as he added another finger into your aching cunt that promised more desirable friction.

“I need you,” you cried his name and tried to rise to your hands, only to be forced back down by his strength, a sharp whine ripped from you when he smacked your ass, “Steve! Please-“

“You don’t know what you need, you’re completely driven by your heat. You would hurt yourself if I let you do what you want.” He stood while keeping his fingers in your pussy, he stood while he let you finger fuck yourself and then he leaned over your back and drew his lips against the shell of your ear.

“You haven’t taken a knot before have you?”

“Jake and I-“ You shuddered, grinding your hips as your mind shifted to the orgasm you needed to have, the need to cum and soak your alpha’s fingers was innate. “-Jake and I used artificial-“

“Sweet omega,” Steve crooned in your ear, adding yet another finger and then his lips were drawn into a smirk as you squealed in pleasure due to the added tension, “I know Jake is a big boy, he has a fat cock but it’s nothing like mine and my knot-“

“Please-!” You whimpered, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as he fucked you, as he drew out your first of many orgasms. “Alpha, please-!”

“Another two more, sweetheart. You’re going to give alpha two more orgasms before I’m giving you my knot. I need to know that you are well prepared.” Steve kissed your neck, drawing his lips down the expanse of your left shoulder to the back of your neck, and then to your right shoulder, effectively scenting you with soft affection.

When Steve felt your orgasm ceasing, he pulled his fingers out of your seeping pussy and lifted his fingers, studying your creaminess coating his skin. He slowly let you up, he let you roll over onto your back and as you raised your arms above your head to arch your back, all in a show to tantalize and seduce him into giving you what you wanted, Steve had hummed.

“You’re cute, kitten.” He smirked, his eyes overtaken by burning lust, and yet as you mewled and tried to goad him, his stalwart control had become reinforced. “You think you can flash your coated thighs and breasts at me and I’ll give you what you want?”

“Steve. Please….” You whined, whimpering as you dropped one hand to your chest and grasped a hold of your breast. “I need you…”

“I like seeing you play with yourself, honey.” He hovered above you, drawing his lips against yours softly, swallowing your whimper and drawing himself away before you could deepen the kiss. “But you’re a brat who thinks you can have your way because you look adorably fuckable.”

“Alpha…” You dropped your other hand to your cunt, playing with your clit as he watched you. “Don’t you want me?”

“You know I do, baby.” Steve hummed, looking you over as heat and sexual tension grew thick and heady in the room. “But you’re not in charge. I am, I’m in charge. You listen to your alpha.”

You whined and ground yourself against your fingers. You threw your head back on the bed, your hips rising as you pulled out every stop you could to make him crumble.

“I’m not going to give you what you want.” Steve had finally set his cum stained fingers upon your belly and drew his name across your flesh with your cum.

He marked his name upon your skin with your heady mix of cum and your slick, marking you as his.

“And since you want to be such a brat…” Steve finally drew himself away and moved to the armchair set in the corner, sinking to the cushioned top.

“You can fuck yourself on your fingers while I watch. Give me a good look at the desperate little omega you are. If you do a good job, bratty kitten…I’ll let you cum once more on my tongue before I give you my knot.”

The soft glow of the wavering fire behind the thick glass was casting shadows upon his face that had mirrored the warmth in his belly, the rising heat that would come in full force tomorrow. Tonight it was Jake and Ari, and Ransom, the three of them settling themselves upon the couch as a movie played out that no one was paying attention to.

Jake was nestled between the two alphas, his mind wandering as he stared at the television with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his knee bouncing and his fingernails digging into his thighs. He had been fairly quiet since Steve had called to tell them all that you were in heat and wouldn’t be leaving for the week to do anything much.

It was an announcement that Jake was waiting for, he had known it was going to happen to you just as it was going to happen to him yet the forewarning hadn’t stilled his mind any more than before.

If anything the thought of you being in heat while hundreds of miles away, even if you were with one of your alphas, was nerve-wracking to him even if you were in good hands. You would’ve been cared for and safe regardless of who was with you when you went into heat, and regardless Jake would have been unkempt.

He was worried about you as your best friend and lifelong love, he had and would always be worried about you, even from the root of your designations.

“You don’t have to worry about her, Steve is going to take good care of her.” Ari had given you an extended amount of time off, on the off chance that you needed to recover longer than expected. “You need to get out of your head.”

“I can’t.” Jake had swallowed thickly and then cleared his throat. “It’s the first real heat she’s having since…”

“You’re going to go into heat too, puppy.” Ransom had quipped, side-eyeing Jake with a rising smirk. “By this time tomorrow your ass will be full and you’ll be leaking cum from your mouth-“

“A little crass, but Ransom has a point.” Ari glared at the youngest of the three alphas in your pack, his ire for the rich playboy especially bold at this moment when Jake needed soft comfort. “This doesn’t have to be just you and Y/N anymore, Jake. We’re here for you.”

“I know but-“ Ari cut Jake off and reached for Jake’s hand, bringing it upon his chest to feel his heart beating through.

“Your fears are our fears, whether we acknowledge them or not. We’re a pack, we go through this together and your anxiousness about Y/N and Steve is valid. I imagine that if she wasn’t in her heat, she would be worried about you.”

Jake leaned into Ari’s side, pressed into his embrace and slipped one hand around his shoulders to the back of his neck while the other rest on his chest. He had closed his eyes and breathed in the combination of Ransom’s scent that had been disguised by his cologne, still as enticing as ever just not as natural as Ari’s.

There was stalwart comfort from Ari, secured and unwavering, and then there was the innate and powerful draw toward Ransom’s desire.

“My heat is going to hit me tomorrow, Ari already marked me.” Jake slowly opened his eyes, cast his gaze upon the fine line of Ari’s beard that was well taken care of and maintained, and then he looked back at Ransom.

His clean-shaven face was an obvious choice, but it was one that was riddled and rooted in his mother and father’s clear idea of how he should look. Ransom was expected to be clean-shaven and take the appearance of a man who was always put together.

Even if his world was imploding in on itself, Ransom was expected to be put together regardless. He was never allowed the room to breathe let alone make public mistakes and that kind of pressure had left Ransom with a carefully calculated image and defence that, once cracks had started to show, would undoubtedly cause some kind of breakdown.

“Ari marked me, it’s Ransom’s turn.” Jake breathed against Ari’s neck, his teeth grating against the scent gland that was pushing out the alpha’s scent to coat and cake Jake in the notes.

“I’ll mark you good, puppy.” Ari drew his hand down Jake’s back and up again, casting a look toward the clock on the wall and then he shifted on the couch. “Steve should be calling you soon.

“I’m leaving for the night to get a few things,” Ransom stood and drew his hand along Jake’s arm, watching goosebumps rise beneath his hand, “I’ll be back in the morning to fuck you as you deserve.”

“Alpha,” Jake preened against the touch, almost bashfully batting his eyelashes.

“Don’t look at me like that, brat. It’s making me wanna fuck you right now.” Ransom stepped by Ari and Jake, calling hungrily over his shoulder.

“Remember what we agreed on, Ari. Jake doesn’t cum unless we’re both here.” He grabbed his keys and shoved them into his pocket, and then he departed for the front door, only looking back once before he left.

“Steve’s going to be calling,” Ari slid his hand down the back of Jake’s thighs, squeezing all he could as he muttered in Jake’s ear, “you can use my office. I’ll wait for you upstairs.”

Ari let Jake crawl off his lap, as he disembarked and made his way to Ari’s private office near the front of the house Jake had felt the first few subtle jabs that were an indicator of what was to come. Jake had rested his hand upon his stomach, his hand fisting his shirt before he stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.

Jake had pulled the leather puckered office chair out from under the desk and sat on the cushioned top, drawing himself closer to the edge.

He had just managed to get himself settled and comfortable when the aforementioned phone call had come through. Jake had first rested his left elbow on the desk and then his chin in his palm before he switched positions and leaned back against the chair, his legs spread under the desk. He was trying to make himself feel and look casual despite how fast his heart was beating and given how excited he was for this call.

Jake had finally settled on sitting up, his knees bouncing beneath the desk. He had propped the phone up and answered the video call, the screen becoming illuminated with the natural glow of the skyline that poured in behind Steve. He appeared with a smile, something soft and warm as he crooned at Jake.

“Hey baby,” Steve leaned in, his blue-green eyes searching Jake through the screen, “I missed you.”

Jake giggled, for the first time in a long while he had giggled and chirped unhindered. His heart thrashed with uneven and cathartic beats, his entire body becoming overrun with heat that first started in his belly.

“Alpha,” Jake felt that familiar heat building in his face and he had come to realize that he was blushing, pink and red dusting along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “h-how are you?”

“I bet you smell so damn good,” Steve’s voice was thickened, husky while toeing the line between desire and affection, “have you been a good boy?”

“Oh yes,” Jake’s reply was equally sweet and soft, and heated, “I’ve been good. I’ve been really good.”

“Good,” Steve ran his hand down his face, massaging his fingers into his flesh, “you look ready for your heat. Are you close baby? Do you feel hot?”

Steve, akin to both omega’s needs and wants, had picked up on Jake’s heat almost immediately. Steve knew that Jake, and you, were synchronized with your heats. It was one and the same, with no true difference or time lapse between one and the other.

“Yes,” Jake shifted and squeaked, heat and lust shooting from his head to his toes, “yes I’m so hot…”

“I know, baby. I know you’re getting ready to be fucked full.” Steve leaned forward, he had captured Jake‘s full attention. “When I come home honey…it’s gonna be our turn for a courting date. Just you and I.”

Jake chirped, instantly.

“I knew you’d like that. I have to go, poor baby bear is ready for another round.” Steve had confirmed that you were like he was going to be, in the thick of your heat lust. “Be good for Ari and Ransom, sweet boy.”

The call ended, and Jake remained for another few moments, blushing and smiling goofily.

Permanent Tags List: @jennmurawski13-writes @beardburnsupersoldiers @daydreaminginthechaos @rebekahdawkins @supraveng @bookfrog242 @old-enough-to-know-better73 @loveitorleaveit20 @alexakeyloveloki @socalgem1124 @mogaruke @dreamlessinparis @frisky975 @dispatchvampire @hereforbuckyandsteve @jesgisborne @fairybnha3 @hallecarey1 @tang082646 @mrslokibarnesrogers @deputy-videogamer @posionivy0061 @loving-life-my-way @kaylamcd2000 @mercyy98 @undecidedsworld @rootcrop @whatinthestyles @slutforsteve @cornmousequeen @rededfoxy @yagurl-snow @glimmering-darling-dolly @patzammit @buckymydarlingangel @missusbarnes-rogers @andy-is-gay @nervousfandom @rileyloves5 @emi11ie @carelessreadersstuff @readingandwritingandreading @cynic-spirit @inkedaztec @gh0stgurl @cats-and-sheep @pono-pura-vida @seitmai @teambarnes72 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

#alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader x omega!jake jensen #alpha!ransom drysdale x omega!reader x omega!jake jensen #alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader x alpha!ransom drysdale x omega!jake jensen x alpha!steve rogers #omega!jake jensen #alpha!ari levinson x reader angst #brat taming series #brat taming masterlist #brat taming part 10

224 notes · View notes