bloatedandalone04

[bloatedandalone04]

hey so you should totally write another Jake fic, like, if you want to

it'd be really cool if you wanted to, yk

ugh, you are so right, bestie. so right.

[bloatedandalone04]

Before Love

Summary: After finally sleeping and spending the night with Bradley, you thought the sexual tension that had always been there between the two of you would be gone, but (un)fortunately for you, it did the exact opposite of what you wanted it to.

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of sex, descriptions of smut, descriptions of sex, unwanted touching, swearing, pining, jealousy x10, all that fun stuff (minus the touching, ew).

You were annoyed with yourself as you searched around the unfamiliar room for your clothing. 

The crisp, white bed sheet was wrapped tightly around your body as you stood up and looked around the floor for your bra or your shirt or something that didn’t smell like him, because the sheets definitely did and you were growing more and more pissed off the longer you had it around you. 

Last night had been great. It had been fun. But now that it was the next morning and you had been brought back down to earth, you were annoyed and irritated. 

And since the very reason and cause of your annoyance seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth - at least that’s what it felt like right now - the only person you had to blame at the moment was yourself. 

Stupid brain. Stupid body. Stupid fucking curiosity. Stupid urge to know what he tasted like, what he smelled like, what he felt like. 

Well, now you know all those things, and of course they didn’t make you feel any better. 

You were muttering curses under your breath when you found your jeans, and since you couldn’t seem to find where your panties had ended up during the tossing of clothes last night, you just pulled the denim up your legs and looked around again. 

As soon as you lifted up one of the pillows that had fallen off the bed during the night, you heard his voice, and fuck did it make your skin flare up. 

“Oh, are you leaving already?” he asked, and you stilled instantly. “I was just about to make breakfast for you, you know, to refuel after last night.”

His voice was cocky, confident and sexy, and you tightened the sheet around you before standing back up straight.

There he was. 

Bradley Bradshaw stood in the doorway of his room, his upper body on full display - the same skin you touched and tasted last night mocking you as he crossed his arms, and his biceps bulged a bit. 

Sweats were hung low on his hips, a tantalizing V line resting under his abs, and until last night, you were sure those only existed in erotic novels. But of course, Bradley fucking Bradshaw was living proof that, with the right amount of exercise and training and personal care, men can truly look like a type of God. 

He was smirking at you, as if he was recalling all the sounds he’d coaxed out of you last night in his head, or maybe he was envisioning how your body looked under this very sheet, because he now knew every inch of it. Either way, you locked your jaw and gave him a fake smile, one so forced it had him laughing. 

“No, thanks, I think I’m good,” you replied as nicely as you could.  Civil. You just needed to be civil with him until you found the rest of your clothing and got the hell out of his house. 

But Bradley was anything but civil. 

He liked to provoke. To read the room, then do the exact thing that would only worsen things. That was one of the reasons you fucking hated him. Well, hate is a big, strong word. You couldn’t fucking stand the guy. There, that’s a bit nicer.

Then you went back to your search for your clothing. 

Seriously, where the fuck had he thrown your shirt?

“Aw, come on,” he said, leaning against the frame as he watched you move around his room, and something in his gaze made you squirm. It felt like he didn’t want you to go, that he wanted you to stay exactly where you are, in his room, wrapped in his sheets, in his house. But those were his eyes talking, his mouth was saying something else. “I can make you the best French toast you’ve ever had. Promise.”

You paused again and turned to face him, your hands tightening in the fabric around your body. “Bradley. Respectfully. Fuck off,”

Harsh. But, it wasn’t your fault he’d pushed you to your breaking point. It also wasn’t your fault that the distance to your breaking point was so short. 

But, of course, Bradley didn’t care. 

“Well, at least you got the fuck right,” he murmured, reaching up and running his hand through his hair. It was still a mess from last night, from when you ran your own fingers through it and pulled on it and tugged on it, the deep, eye-rolling groans he let out whenever you did it only fueling you more and more. “The off, not so much.”

His words were irritating you even more, and you grabbed your bra once you found it half under the bed. “What?” you muttered, turning around and shedding the delicious smelling sheets of you as you slid your bra on. 

When you turned to face him again, he looked almost dejected that you didn’t let him see your front side once the sheet hit the floor, as if he didn’t see it enough the night prior. But then he opened his mouth again, “Oh, I was just recalling the words you said to me last night. The ones you repeated over, and over, and over again,” 

Your face heated up and you suddenly felt the urge to walk over to him and throw yourself at him. But in what way, you weren’t sure. “Oh. Oh, God, no,” you shook your head and that’s when you found your shirt. 

Right by the door. Right at his feet. Of course. 

When you walked over and reached for it, Bradley picked it up and lifted it just out of your reach. “Why the hurry?” he pouted, towering over you with his brooding height, the difference evident and oh so tempting. “I thought we could have a refresher of last night before going back to work.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You thought wrong,” you mumbled and reached for your shirt, but he held it higher. “Bradley, give me my fucking shirt.”

Bradley pursed his lips and shook his head. “Can you ask nicely?”

You gave him a look that had him fucking cackling, then he was lowering his hand and allowing you to take the fabric from him. “Dick,” 

Bradley shook his head as he strolled past you and walked over the sheet you’d dropped on the floor, then he laid back on the bed. “Mm,” he hummed, crossing his arms behind his head as he bucked his hips slightly to get comfortable, and you hated that your eyes went straight to his groin. “You sure seemed to like mine.” 

You wanted to scream as you pulled your shirt on and looked over at him. “Oh, my God, would you shut up?”

Bradley looked like he wanted to say something else that would remind you of the fact that you and he finally fucked last night, multiple times, and he most definitely probably had something in mind and ready to go, but instead he just shrugged. “Yeah, sure,” 

You let out an audible sigh of relief as you walked over to the bed again and grabbed your phone from off his nightstand. It was nearly dead, but had just enough battery for an Uber. 

Thank you, Lord, because you were going to walk before you asked him for a ride back to your house. 

“I’ll see you at work,” you muttered as you turned and headed for the bedroom door. “Bye.”

Bradley watched you with hooded eyes. “What, no goodbye kiss?” he called after you, his lips curving upwards when you looked over your shoulder and glared at him. He lifted his hand in a lazy wave as he leaned back on the pillow you’d been on not even five minutes ago. “Bye, it was so nice to finally have sex with you.” 

You’ve never slammed a door harder in your life. 

-

Sunday afternoon was spent questioning every single choice you’d made in your life, while Sunday night was spent unwillingly fantasizing about the very man you’d swore you’d never talk to again. 

It was one night. One fun night to finally get each other out of your systems. Now you and he can stop the constant flirting that was disguised as bickering, and you can move on with your lives. That always worked, right? The sexual tension should finally be gone. 

Another thing that was unwilling on your part was the dream you had about him. You’d dreamed about him in the past, but unlike all those times before this one, you didn’t know how good the real thing was. But now you do, so when you woke up and felt an unbearable ache between your thighs, you forced yourself to get ready for work instead of indulging in the thought of how good his lips felt on you, and how big his fingers are. 

When you’d gotten to work, you had to sit in your car for a few extra seconds to calm yourself down, because you were slightly horny and the reason for it was somewhere around the base. You just had to hope you didn’t run into him anytime soon, because he’d be able to see how flustered you are. 

But nothing ever came from hoping with you, because as soon as you stepped out of your car and turned, you came face to face with the man himself. You stopped abruptly before you bumped into him, and then you felt a scowl form on your face. “Jesus Christ, now what-”

“Woah, so hostile,” Bradley teased as he stood before you in all his glory. His khakis looked better on him than they did on anyone else in the world, and his aviators were total sex appeal, and that wasn’t even mentioning the mustache. You really couldn’t be blamed for caving and going home with him on Friday night. “What’s got you so worked up? Don’t tell me you moved on from me already.”

You raised a brow and crossed your arms, already done with this interaction. At your lack of response, you saw the way his smirk faltered a bit and the way his shoulders tensed up, as if he really thought you’d found someone else to sleep with in the last forty eight hours since you left his house. “What do you want?” you finally asked after waiting a few more seconds. 

Bradley’s smirk returned, and he held up a finger as he reached into his pocket. What he pulled out had your face heating up, and you couldn’t even blame it on the San Diego heat. “I was just returning these,” he said as he held up your panties you’d left behind once you gave up on trying to find them Saturday morning. “Thought you might want them back, even though I really didn’t want to give them back to you.” 

Your face was flushed as you grabbed the flimsy fabric from his hand, and you felt like you couldn’t speak as you turned around and threw them onto the floor in front of the passenger seat in your car. “Jesus, could you be any more of a pig?”

Bradley shrugged and leaned against your car. “If you want me to be,”

That for some reason had a genuine laugh leaving your lips, but you quickly masked it with a cough. You knew Bradley clocked it though. He notices everything, especially everything about you. “You’re not gonna, like…brag about it to all the guys, are you?” you asked, hating how vulnerable your voice suddenly sounded. “Because that would be seriously uncool, even for you.”

One of his brows lifted as he looked down at you, and you wished you could see his eyes. They usually gave away what he was actually thinking. “Why would I do that?”

You shrugged, looking over to the right as the other aviators began making their way inside. “I don’t know, you just seem like the type to do it,”

You didn’t mean for that to sound so harsh, but the way Bradley’s lips pursed before straightening into a thin line made you regret your choice of words. “No, I’m not going to brag about it to the guys. I don’t give a shit about their business, and I can assure you they don’t give a shit about mine,” 

That made you nod, and you looked down at your matching boots. “Okay,” you said quietly, unsure if he even heard you. “Good.”

“Great,” 

You lifted your gaze just as he turned and began walking away from you, and you weren’t sure why you felt the urge to reach for him and pull him back to you. Maybe you felt guilty about your poor choice of words? Or maybe you simply wanted to be close to him. No, that couldn’t be it. It was definitely the first one, and definitely not both. 

-

It was nearing the end of the day, and you were still feeling a little bad about your last interaction with Bradley. You weren’t sure why you were feeling so guilty, or why the almost dejected look on his face was effecting you so much, but you needed to confront it head-on, or else you’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day, and you didn’t need to think about him anymore than you already do. 

Unbeknownst to you, you’d be thinking about him even more in just a few minutes. 

You were heading out to the parking lot again, planning on apologizing later when you inevitably saw Bradley at the Hard Deck, but when you turned your head and looked over, you saw him across the parking lot by his truck. The Bronco you’ve had an unwarranted amount of fondness for, and the same one he drove you in to his place on Friday night. 

Why not just do it now?

You paused by your car, your hand on the door frame as you opened your mouth to call out to him, but then you realized he wasn’t alone. No, he was leaning over and looking down at someone in the passenger seat, and you hated that the first thought you had was about how hot he looked. 

The sun was just beginning to set, and it made his skin look golden and his hair a lighter shade of brown, and you could only imagine how pretty his eyes look in that lighting. 

His forearm was braced on the door frame, his other hand gripping the window frame, and because the window was down, you could clearly see that it was a girl he was with. A girl he was talking to. Very closely. Very intimately. 

Not just any girl. Phoenix. 

The one girl you had a large amount of bitterness towards, and you weren’t entirely sure why. She’d never done anything to you, but she was bossy, and sometimes very unpleasant to be around, and for some reason, Bradley seemed to be around her all the time. Maybe that was the reason you didn’t like her. You didn’t want to admit that.

They were together all the time, and the one night they weren’t you ended up in bed with him. Almost as if she was getting in the way of it. But no, even you weren’t petty enough to blame that on her. 

You watched as he ducked his head and leaned in closer to her, and you watched as his lips moved as he said something to her, and then she rolled her eyes and leaned up to kiss his cheek before she gently shoved his face away from her. 

Almost instantly, a gross, ugly feeling crept up the back of your throat, and you had to quickly swallow the lump that was forming. You didn’t want to know if he was taking her back to his place, to the bed you’d woken up in not long ago. You didn’t want to know if he was taking her out on a date. Or if they’d say fuck it and have a quickie right then and there on the backseat. 

No way you were jealous. There was no way. 

Fuck, you totally were. 

And, because you are the luckiest person on the planet, your hand was still raised in an attention-grabbing gesture when Bradley turned his head and locked eyes with you. At least you assumed he did. You really couldn’t tell because he was still wearing his aviators.

Then he started turning fully towards you as if he was planning on coming over to you, but you weren’t feeling apologetic anymore, so you quickly turned away and got into your car. Your eyes betrayed you when they glanced up at the rearview mirror and watched as he paused and looked conflicted, like he knew that, up until about five seconds ago, you wanted to talk to him.

But you didn’t anymore, so you tore your eyes away and turned on your music in hopes that it would quiet the voices in your head that were telling you that you had no right to feel jealous. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours. You’d made that clear. 

And so had he. 

-

After Bradley dropped Nat off at her house, he drove to his. He had spent the whole ride there bragging to her about the fact that he’d called the inevitable breaking of her piece of shit car nearly four months ago, but she just rolled her eyes and told him that she’d get at least another year out of it, maybe even two. 

Saying I told you so had never felt so good. 

But now he was stuck driving her to and from work, because apparently that came with the role of being her best friend. At least that’s what she told him anyway. 

He tried to keep his mind off you, and off the way you looked upset when you were leaving work. He could’ve sworn you looked like you wanted to talk to him, and were even about to, but then you turned around and left before he could meet you halfway. 

He wanted to talk to you, and he wanted to text you, but you and he weren’t really on texting terms. Sure, he had your number, but he’d never used it, and he couldn’t think of a good enough excuse to start a thread with you. 

But he wanted to do more than that. He wanted you to stop putting your guard up around him, and he wanted you to say yes to him when he asks you out on a date, then say yes when he asks for three more after. But you’d never given him the time of day, and he never understood why. 

Right from the very start, there has always been a connection between you and him. Of course, the sexual tension was obvious, but there was also an underlying connection he felt that he knew you felt too. You just never gave him a chance, and he was at a loss. It bothers him greatly, and that’s probably why you and he bicker like an old married couple, or at least that’s what Nat tells him. 

He wants more with you, he wants something with you, but he didn’t know how to go about it. He’s tried talking to you, flirting with you, and after this past weekend, he’s even slept with you, and yet this morning you were back to being cold and distant with him. 

Your attitude was actually one of the things he loves about you. He finds the way you don’t take anyone’s shit incredibly sexy, but that was just the beginning. He finds everything about you sexy, and now that he’s had a taste of you, now that he’s felt every inch of you, he was fucked. 

He was fucked, because he thought that once you and he finally got together like that, the rest of it would fall into place. You’d drop the act and you’d agree to give this thing between you and him a chance, but now he felt like he was right back at the start. 

Bradley hadn’t even looked at another girl the way he looks at you since the day you joined Top Gun. You’d knocked him off his feet and straight onto his ass, and he didn’t want you to ever let go of the hold you have on him. 

Once he got home, he plugged his phone in after winning the inner debate he was having with himself about not texting you, then he hopped in the shower for a quick wash. 

It was a Monday night, which meant the Hard Deck would be filled with people wanting to kick off their week by having a drink or three, and Bradley was no better, because once he was out of the shower, he dressed himself in jeans and a light blue hawaiian shirt, then he was off to the bar. 

It was dark by the time he got there, but the place was lit up like a tree at Christmas time, giving everything a homey feel. The pretty grin he got from Penny only added to it. “Rooster,” she greeted as she dried a beer glass. “How are you?”

Her smile was infectious, so of course he returned it. “I’m always well,”

Penny raised one brow. “Liar,” she said, “You want a beer?”

“You know me so well,” Bradley leaned against the bar, his eyes subtly flickering around the room as she poured his drink. 

He wasn’t being as subtle as he thought, though. “She’s over there,” Penny said, and when he looked back at her, she nodded in the direction of the pool table. “Red shirt.”

Bradley looked over his shoulder and that’s when he saw you, and while it was confirmed by Penny’s comment on your shirt, it wasn’t needed. Bradley knew that backside anywhere. “Am I that obvious?” he asked when he turned back to Penny. 

She nodded as she set the glass down in front of him. “Oh yeah,” she answered as she looked over at you as well. “Go talk to her if you want to so badly. How hard can it be?”

Bradley wanted to bring up the fact that she and him came from different eras, and talking to the girl you’re pretty sure you’re in love with is a lot harder now than it was twenty years ago, but he bit his tongue in fear of buying everyone a round. “Thanks for the advice, Pen,” he said instead, and she just grinned at him. 

It was hard to forget about the fact that the last time he saw you here, you ended up completely naked in his bed, and he finally knew what you sounded like when you came. Multiple times. Or that you had a thing for praise. And that you like it when he wraps his hand around your throat. 

Fuck, he was not about to get hard right now just thinking about it. 

He picked up the glass and brought it up to his lips for a sip, but when he turned around and leaned against the bar, he froze. Of course, his gaze naturally wandered over to where you are, but instead of finding you standing by the pool table, he found you leaning over it as you lined up a shot. 

That was fine, he’d seen you play pool a hundred times. That wasn’t what made him grip his beer tighter. 

No, it was the way Skills was eyeing you from across the table, and since your pretty red shirt was loose at the top, it gave him the perfect view of your cleavage. 

Harley ‘Skills’ Matthews was another aviator at Top Gun, and he and Bradley had never seen eye to eye. Skills was a jerk, plain and simple, and Bradley didn’t like the way he constantly bounced around from woman to woman, with no care in the world about them afterwards. Skills had even tried his luck with Nat, but after she told him where to stick it then informed Bradley about it, there had been a growing tension between the two men ever since. As far as Bradley knew, Skills hadn’t done anything with you, and he intended to keep it that way.

Bradley clenched his jaw as he stared at the other guy, making no move yet as his beer glass hovered near his mouth, inches away from his lips. He was well aware of the thick feeling creeping up the back of his throat. It was one he’s felt countless times when it came to you. He was jealous. Of Harley fucking Matthews. He felt the same way about every guy who chatted you up, because he simply didn’t like seeing you flirt with or get hit on by other guys. 

What was a little more powerful than that jealousy, though, was the feeling of protectiveness Bradley felt for you. 

Skills wore a smirk on his lips as he watched you take your shot and totally fail, then he set his own drink aside before rounding the table and moving closer to you. Bradley couldn’t make out what he was saying to you, but he assumed it was an offer of help since he stepped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your body, helping you get into a better stance. 

Bradley could tell by the look on your face that you hadn’t actually accepted the offer before Skills made his move, but you didn’t say anything as you allowed him to bend you over a bit more, then he moved even closer to you. 

Your expression turned into one of shock, then one of annoyance as Skills pressed his front right up against your back, and you tried moving away from him, but his hands were on your waist now. You looked uncomfortable now as you tried to move his hands away, but Skills just leaned down so his lips were near your ear. 

Before Bradley even knew what he was doing, he was already halfway across the room, his beer left forgotten on the bar after he’d set it back down, untouched, in favor of getting over to you. 

As he was making his way through the throngs of people, he could just barely make out your voice among the chatter of everyone else. “I’m sorry, Harley, I’m really not interested,” you said in a rather kind voice, but Skills just laughed and moved closer to you once you’d finally managed to get out of his grasp. 

“Oh, come on,” he drawled. “You’re not still hung up on Bradshaw, are you? I saw you go home with him last week, but you avoided him all of today. I don’t think he’ll mind if I step in for the night.”

That had Bradley speeding up a bit and his anger growing, because yours and his business was just that, yours and his business. It wasn’t anyone else’s to talk about.

“Seriously, Harley, stop,” you warned, but your tone wasn’t as threatening as you probably hoped it was. 

“Come on,” Skills repeated, reaching for you when you backed up. “I can make you forget all about that guy. Just come home with me.”

“She said she’s not interested,” Bradley’s voice cut through the air, much deeper and powerful and threatening than either yours or Skills. You were still backing away when he finally reached you, and as soon as he spoke, you backed up into him and let out a quiet gasp as he placed his hand on your elbow to steady you. Once he ensured you were okay, Bradley’s icy gaze met Harley’s again. “What don’t you understand about that?”

Harley rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. “Fucks sake, Rooster, I was trying to-”

“I know what you were trying to do,” Bradley cut him off as he stepped around you so you were at his side. A few people had turned their heads to look at what was going on, but he didn’t care. His body felt like it was two seconds away from going up in flames, and his hands were aching to be clenched into fists. “And she told you to stop, yet you kept trying. Pretty pathetic, if you ask me.”

You stayed silent as you looked up at him, but Bradley never took his eyes off the other guy, and he wouldn’t until he was out of the bar. Whether that be by walking out or getting thrown out, that was up to him. 

“Seriously, dude?” Skill muttered, oblivious to the possessive and protective look in Bradley’s eyes as he crossed his arms. “You’ve already had her. Why can’t I get a turn?”

The nerve of this guy, talking about you like you were something to be tossed around and used and dumped. He was talking about you as if you weren’t even fucking there, and that’s what pissed Bradley off the most. As if you deserved to be treated like that for simply saying no. This guy didn’t know you, didn’t care about you, and he had no right to talk about you. 

Bradley took a few steps closer to him, shielding your body with his, and their chests a few were inches from touching now as he lowered his voice. “Get the hell out of here, Skills,” he muttered, his voice deep and dangerous as he watched the realization flash in Skills’ eyes. “And don’t ever talk about her like that again. Don’t ever talk to her again. Do you understand me?”

Skill’s eyes shifted between you and Bradley a few times before he let out a humorless laugh and raised his hands in defeat. “Fine,” he said, moving away from Bradley as he shook his head. “Whatever, man. I would’ve fucked her and moved on anyway, so thank you for saving me some time.” 

Nearly everyone in the bar had tuned into the confrontation, including Jake, who was leaning against the wall beside the doors. Once Skills had made it over there, Jake stuck his foot out and Bradley was treated to the sight of Skills literally falling face first out the door and into the sand that was outside. 

There was a round of laughter as Jake lifted his beer and took a sip, as if he didn’t just trip the guy, then he nodded in Bradley’s direction. 

Bradley couldn’t even find the joy in that obviously embarrassing moment for the man as he turned around and faced you again. You were rubbing at your eyes as you let out a sigh, and then you crossed your arms. “Thanks, I guess,” you muttered as everyone, or mostly everyone, went back to doing their own thing. “Although, I’m pretty sure Phoenix wouldn’t appreciate you defending other girls.” 

He wasn’t sure why you’d brought Nat up right now, and he felt his brows furrow together as he looked down at you. “I’m pretty sure Nat would be offended if I didn’t defend another girl,” he said back, ending it in a confused tone that had you rolling your eyes as you turned around and began walking away from him. 

What? That was all you were going to say? Thanks, I guess, then go back to ignoring him? No fucking way. 

Bradley hadn’t planned on defending you tonight, but he did it without an ounce of hesitation, and he wanted to talk to you a lot more than just that. The tension between the two of you now was almost starting to feel hostile, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. 

“Wait, what is this?” he called after you as he followed the path you took towards the back door. You paused just in front of it when he caught up to you, and when you turned to face him, he saw the look of embarrassment on your face that was quickly replaced with one that was guarded. “What are you-”

It was then when he realized. You were jealous. Of Nat. 

You were jealous of his best friend. You were fucking jealous. 

The look you gave him after work today made so much sense now. He thought you’d looked jealous, but he didn’t let himself believe you actually were. Thank fuck for Phoenix.

He wanted to laugh, but he was afraid it would make you turn right back around and leave, so he held it in. 

“Oh,” he said, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he realized that Nat brought out the same, ugly feeling of jealousy in you that all the other guys you’ve talked to brought out in him. He knew then that he wasn’t alone in this, and perhaps he never was. “Oh, you think that Nat and I…” he couldn’t even say it because of how bizarre it seemed to him. That’s how wrong you were about it. 

You raised your brows as you crossed your arms, giving him an unimpressed look that came off cute rather than offensive. 

This time he did laugh. “She’s my best friend, nothing more,” he said, trying his best to keep the big grin off his face since this was supposed to be a serious moment. It was hard, because this was what he’d been waiting for. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, he could see it in your eyes. You’d just put up walls for some reason, but now he finally knew why. 

“Mhm,” you mumbled as if you refused to let yourself believe that. 

But you’d gotten in his head and in his heart, and he was determined to get into yours. “I’m serious,” he promised, feeling confident enough to move closer to you. He was actually feeling pretty damn confident all of a sudden, and he wasn’t about to waste a single second of it. “Half the time she can’t stand me, baby.”

He was close enough to you that he heard your breath hitch, and you quickly looked away from him as a blush coated your cheeks. He definitely didn’t mean to embarrass you, if that was the case. He only wanted to tease you a bit, get you all flustered. “Oh,”

Well, rendering you speechless was a nice change too. Half the time you’re trying to pick a fight with him, so the fact that you were actually letting him speak for once was rather refreshing. 

Progress is what that is. 

“Yeah, oh,” he repeated, his gaze softening as he watched you sway back and forth on your feet. “That’s something you would’ve known had you asked. Or, you know, actually spent more than three minutes talking to me.” 

You nodded slowly as you pressed your lips together, giving him a sheepish look as you shrugged. “Sorry? I guess…”

Bradley laughed and shook his head, and he feared he would always let you get away with things like that. “Uh huh. Something you also probably don’t know,” he began as he moved even closer to you, dipping his head down a bit so his face was closer to yours, “is that I’m in love with you.”

That had your eyes widening as you looked up at him, your throat moving rather unevenly as you swallowed harshly. “What?” you asked, even your voice a little unsteady as you gave him a look that said, ‘If you’re fucking with me, I’ll end you’. 

“I love you,” Bradley shrugged, as if it was the easiest admission he’s ever had to say. 

Your gaze flickered down to his lips, and God, did he want to kiss you again. He kissed you maybe a hundred times during the brief hours he had you last Friday night and Saturday morning, but it still wasn’t enough. He wanted to kiss you all the time. Freely. Whenever he wanted. 

“Okay, um,” you trailed off, and you sounded more nervous than he’s ever heard you. “Well, what if I hate you? Yeah, I hate you.”

Bradley let out a breathless laugh as he shook his head. “I don’t think you do,” he replied, his voice low and smooth as he lifted his hand and brushed your hair off your cheek, then he curled his fingers under your jaw and tilted your head so you were looking up at him. 

“No, I don’t,” you agreed, then you let out a puff of air that somehow sounded whiny towards the end. 

Bradley’s thumb stroked along your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, and when you practically melted against him, he knew it was over. The game had been played out, and you were finally his. “Are you finally going to let me kiss you now?” he asked, noting the way you bit down on your lip at his question. “Or are you going to make me wait even longer?”

A soft groan left your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up, and he met you halfway, your mouths connecting in a very much needed, and very much overdue, kiss. 

Bradley wrapped both of his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer until your body was right up against his, and then he kissed you like he’d been starved of it for years. 

His hands bunched up the fabric of your pretty red shirt as his tongue brushed along yours, and when you moaned against his mouth, he knew he had to get you out of here. The back door was mostly hidden from the rest of the bar, so he knew no one could see you - unless they were actively trying to look - and no one heard that sound you just made. 

But he wanted to hear it again. And he wanted to make more of those sounds leave your mouth. 

So after forcing himself to break the heated kiss, his hand found yours, and he started pulling you towards the door. You were a little unsteady as you followed after him, and once you’d made it outside, you let out a laugh as you tripped a bit. “Where are we going?”

“My truck,” he answered as he guided you along with him through the parking lot. “The backseat’s been dying to meet you.”

-

Happy Birthday, Bradley Bradshaw !

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Stick With Me, Darlin’

Summary: Spencer has never been very fond of your side of the family, and that feeling only grew every time you whisked him away to visit them. Though those visits had become less and less frequent each time, your family’s harsh and cruel words grow in hostility, leaving Spencer no choice but to finally say something to his in-laws.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, toxic family members, swearing, protective spencer, mentions/implications of eating disorders & being underweight, insecurities, self-doubt, body-image related topics, unprotected sex.

Spencer didn’t like the times you whisked him away to visit your family. You didn’t like it either, and he had never been a fan of any of them. He only put up with them because they are the reason he met you and fell head over heels, and that was it. 

Quite frankly, Spencer despised your parents and your two older sisters. He’d always been a family man, but definitely not with yours. His in-laws were people he didn’t consider part of his family. Only you are. 

Your family isn’t nice at all, and he really didn’t like the way they treated and talked to you. It pissed him off a lot, actually, but he’d learned how to bite his tongue, simply because you’d asked him to, and he’d do anything for you. 

Every few months, Spencer would take you back to your parent’s house, where you and he would stay for a few days, catch up with everyone, then leave again. Every single time, you left with a seemingly permanent frown on your face, because your sisters had degraded you, or your parents had belittled you. 

Every single time, Spencer hated it. 

You and he had only been here for one day and one night, and Spencer was ready to pick you up and carry you home just to shield you from their harsh and false words. He didn’t understand how you could just sit there and take it, but then he realized that, before him, this was all you knew. Your family was all you had, and you didn’t know the right way to be treated until he came into your life and showed you. 

Spencer was sitting at the dining room table, your mother at one end and your father at the other, and across the table were your two sisters, Haleigh and Maya, who were looking as malicious as ever. Next to him was you, his sweet wife who deserved to be spending your evening anywhere other than here. 

He was moving around the vegetables on his plate when your sister spoke up, her gaze casted onto you. “Y/n, you’re looking a little plump lately,” Haleigh said as she picked up her glass of wine, and her eyes were full of fake concern. “Are you doing well?”

Spencer looked over at you and watched as your face fell a bit, and he felt that familiar feeling of protectiveness beginning to creep up his back, because you were fucking perfect, and she had no right to comment on your weight. 

Your family had watched everything you ate before you met Spencer, and you were quite underweight when he married you. You were constantly shamed and picked on, and you had let their words get to you until they almost killed you. Only recently had you reached a healthy weight, and he didn’t want to see you spiral again. 

Spencer moved his chair a little closer to yours, letting you know that he wouldn’t hesitate to jump in and say a few comments of his own. 

Your face heated up in embarrassment as you gave your sister a fake smile, one Spencer saw right through. “I’m fine, Hale,” you answered, subconsciously brushing your leg against Spencer’s under the table. You looked down at your plate, noting you’d barely taken three bites before you’d lost your appetite, and you knew it was because of Haleigh. “Spencer’s been doing a great job keeping me fed and taken care of.” you added, brushing your pinky finger along his knuckles. 

Spencer glanced down at your hand, his lips curling upwards instinctively, despite his mood quickly going south. “That’s right, darlin’,” he mumbled, leaning in so his mouth was close to your ear. “You look perfect.”

His words make your face heat up even more, but before you could say anything, your father cleared his throat pretty loudly, breaking the quiet, intimate moment that was happening between the two of you. “So, Y/n,” he said, making Spencer straighten up and drop his expression back to neutral. “When are you and Spencer gonna give us some grandchildren?”

You bite down on your lip as you quickly look away from your father. “Um, well, we’ve been talking a lot about that,” you say, leaving out the part where you and Spencer had been actively making love with the full intent of you getting pregnant pretty frequently. You reached for your wine glass and sipped on the cool liquid as you met Spencer’s eyes. “We’re both ready for that, if and when the time comes. But we’re not in any rush.” 

Spencer raised a brow as he looked over at you, sensing your hesitation about sharing more than that. He knew that if you told them you were trying, they’d make this visit all about it, because you both knew that they’d want to be around the baby at all times, trying to pretend he or she is their own. That wouldn’t be happening on his watch. 

He took your hand in his properly as he locked eyes with your father. “Once we do decide to start a family, I hope you’ll be respectful about our choices and not involve yourselves,” he stated, making sure your parents knew that when he and you had a baby, it would be just that, yours and his. They had their chance three times now, and both your sisters had inherited your parents’ bitterness. 

The table fell silent, your mother and father, as well as Maya and Haleigh, sharing offended looks, as if a husband demanding respect from his wife’s family was unheard of. 

But you were smiling up at him, clearly finding the protective tone in his voice endearing rather than offensive. 

You went back to picking at your food as you laced your fingers with his, but he could tell your appetite was lost after your sister’s rude and untruthful comment, and it just made his jaw tick.

“So, Spencer,” Maya was the first one to find her voice as she looked over at him and fluttered her lashes in an overly seductive way, as if she were talking to a man at a bar and not her younger sister’s husband. “I know you gave up hunting, and I was just wondering if you missed it at all? Or has my dear baby sister ruined that part of your life for you?”

Her blunt question surprised even you, and you glared over at her, yet you weren’t surprised she was talking about you as if you weren’t sitting across from her. 

Spencer, however, took the question harder than you did. He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on your hand, needing to take a deep breath in order to refrain from going off on his in-law. “I gave up hunting for a reason, Maya. It’s in my past now, it doesn’t define me. What I have with Y/n, that’s my present and it’s my future,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm despite his anger brewing in his bones. “And let me make one thing clear, your sister hasn’t ruined anything. She’s given me something far more valuable. A reason to come home every night, and to build a life worth living.”

His words send a shiver down your spine while simultaneously shutting Maya up, and she sat back in her chair while her fork hit her plate rather loudly. She was clearly feeling embarrassed and she wore a petty look on her face. “Wow,” she mumbled, looking over at you with jealousy in her eyes. “Hard to believe my…little sister could mean that much to someone.”

Her bitter words barely registered in your mind as you looked up at Spencer. He’d always made sure you knew that you’d always have a protector in him as long as he lives.  

Spencer’s thumb traced circles onto the back of your hand as he met Maya’s icy gaze, her eyes daring him to say something else, to defend you some more as if she could keep this going all night, but he wasn’t having it. He’d actually heard quite enough degradation of you to last a lifetime, and he wasn’t about to sit and bite his tongue when she was clearly more than fine with continuing on as if you weren’t present at the table. 

“You know, Maya, there’s so much bitterness buried deep within you, I think you might want to take some time and try to figure out why your little sister is farther in life than you are,” he finally said, his gaze unwavering, and his voice deadly calm. He looked over at your mother, then at your father, “And as for the rest of you, if you can’t show some respect towards your daughter, towards my wife, then maybe it’s best to keep your comments to yourselves, ‘cause I’m sick of hearin’ ‘em.”

Maya was once again reduced to an offended silence, while the rest of your family looked at him like he had two heads. Meanwhile, you were looking up at him with such adoration, such love and happiness in your eyes, he regretted not saying something sooner. 

But he was done holding back now. If they couldn’t try and be decent to you, then he was done trying to be decent with them. 

He stood up from the table, the napkin he’d been told to place on his lap falling to the floor as he pulled you up with him, “Come on, darlin’,” he mumbled, “Take a walk with me.”

You willingly followed after him, leaving your parents and sisters at the table with their jaws hanging open. Spencer led you out of the dining room and out onto the front porch, where the cool air fanned across both yours and his heated skin. 

Once the door shut behind him, you turned to Spencer with wide eyes, but they weren’t holding any surprise, because you weren’t at all shocked he stuck up for you and set down some ground rules after all that. He held off on doing it for as long as he could, but it was inevitable. “Spencer,” you whispered, letting go of his hand and reaching up instead, your fingers weaving their way into his hair. “I can’t believe you just did that. Do you know how mad they’re gonna be?” 

Spencer shrugged all too casually as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you right up against his chest. “Let ‘em be mad. I’m not gonna sit there and listen to them if they can’t respect you,” he tilted his head down, his frame towering over yours in a protective shield. “I’m never gonna let anyone hurt you, including them. They’re lucky they’re still in your life after all the shit they’ve said to you.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then rested his own against it, feeling the way your body trembled in his arms. 

And then he kissed your lips, claiming you as his right there on your family’s front porch.

After you and he’d retired to your old bedroom for the night, you went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. You came out wearing a thin pink nightgown, and you avoided Spencer’s eyes as you walked over to the mirror in the corner and looked at yourself. 

He was sitting in bed, the sheets draped over his legs as he sat back against the headboard. He watched as you carefully studied your stomach and sides, turning to the left and the right as you inspected your reflection. He’d seen you do this countless times in the past, but not recently. Fuck, he couldn’t stand your family. 

“Darlin’,” he called out to you, and his brows furrowed when you turned to him with a frown on your lips. 

Before he could ask you what was wrong, you opened your mouth and asked him a question of your own. “Do you think I’m fat?” His eyes widened a bit as he sat up straighter, his arms coming up to cross over his chest. “Or that I’ve gained too much weight?” 

Spencer’s eyes flickered all over your body, the same body that drives him crazy. He’d never met a more sexy, more sweet and stunning woman, and he loves every single inch of you. He thought he’d finally been able to get that seared into your brain, but of course, your family had managed to fill your pretty head with doubts and insecurities he’d tried so hard to help you get rid of. “Come here, baby,”

When you stepped towards him and played with the hem of your nightgown, Spencer made sure you could see the way his eyes roamed over your body with an undeniable fondness. 

He reached out and grasped your hips, pulling you closer as he shifted on the bed so you were standing between his thighs. “Listen to me. You are fuckin’ perfect exactly how you are. Everything your sisters said today, get it out of your head, okay? They’re bitter because they’ll never be anything like you,” he wasn’t one for comforting, but he’d comfort you a thousand times over again, and he’d never complain about it. His hands slid up your sides, coming to rest just below the curves of your breasts as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. “You drive me wild.”

You bit your lip and Spencer got to watch the goosebumps form on your arms from his words, or maybe they were from the way he ran his thumbs along the sides of your breasts, or the way his lips brushed along your ear.  “So, you don’t think I need to lose weight?” you asked, bracing your hands on his bare shoulders as you lifted one of your knees onto the bed next to his hip. “And I don’t look plump?” 

Spencer’s big hands slid down to your ass, and he pulled you closer to him as he leaned in and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “I think you’re perfect,” he said, guiding your other leg up onto the bed as he placed open mouthed kisses along your skin. Then he turned and leaned back against the headboard again, bringing you with him so you were straddling his hips. “Look at you…prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

You were blushing profusely now as you looked down at him, the position altering yours and his height difference for the time being. “Really?”

“Mmhmm, and let me tell you somethin’, no man in his right mind would want to change a single inch of you. Especially not me,” he murmured, his voice full of promise as his hands moved to your waist and his hips subtly bucked up against yours. “You’re my dream come true, darlin’. Don’t you know that by now?” 

You looked like you were in a daze as you nodded slowly, and Spencer pulled you down for a deep kiss that left both of you feeling a little light headed. You opened your eyes when his fingers pushed down the straps of your nightgown, and you only had one final question for him, “And…you don’t regret giving up hunting for me?” 

Spencer never thought about it like that. He saw it as a way for him to be in an early grave if something were to go wrong, or possibly spend the next five or so decades with the best person he’s ever met. 

“Regret it? Baby, givin’ up hunting was the easiest decision I’ve ever made. It wasn’t even a choice when it came to you,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned his head down and buried his face between your breasts. “Being with you is exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’d give up everything a thousand times over for you.”

His hands found the bottom of your nightgown, and he slowly bunched the fabric up your body until it was pooled around your waist. You reached in between your bodies and pushed down his boxers, freeing his already hard cock. It really never took much for him to get hard for you, and that just made you feel every bit of perfect as he told you. 

As Spencer kissed along your breasts, you lifted yourself up and slowly sunk down onto him, your eyes closing as you dropped your head onto his shoulder. “Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned under his breath, his hands gripping your hips as he helped guide your movements. He had to grit his teeth together to stop himself from being too loud since he knew the walls of your parents house were very thin, and it was why you couldn’t get away with anything when you were a kid. 

The bed was old and creaked with every roll of your hips, but it wasn’t loud enough to be heard. At least you hoped it wasn’t. Spencer didn’t really care either way. 

One of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair before he pulled you down for a heated kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to brush against yours. 

You moaned against his lips as you rode him, the muffled sounds you were making mixing well with the soft creaking of the frame. Your gown had slipped down your body, your chest now completely bare and brushing against Spencer’s with every roll of your hips, and you shivered as his chest hair pricked at your sensitive nipples. 

“Oh, God,” you moaned against his mouth as you moved on top of him, your hands caressing his face. “I love you.”

Spencer groaned at your words. “I love you too, darlin’. More than anything in this world,” he rasped, then he kissed you again as he flipped the positions, pinning you beneath him on the mattress. His hips never faltered in their pace, his cock driving into you with deep thrusts that had you squirming under him. 

One hand was braced beside your head, the other sliding down to grip your thigh and guide it higher around his hip, giving him better access to you. He swallowed every pretty sound you made for him, kissing you like this was his last night with you. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured in between kisses. He couldn’t seem to keep his mouth away from yours, which was good, because it allowed you both to muffle the sounds. Sex had never been quiet with the two of you, and the fact that you were guests in your parents’ house didn’t seem to phase either of you. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your mouths connecting in messy kisses that left your lips wet and connected with each other’s saliva. Your fingers were in his hair, and his chest was pressed against yours, your breasts swaying softly with every thrust, and it was all too much but also not enough. 

Spencer could feel your body tensing beneath him, could feel the way your inner walls were beginning to flutter and tighten around him, and he knew you were close, so he picked up the pace a bit more and slid one hand in between your bodies until his fingers found your clit. “Cum for me,” he whispered against your lips, his voice a little strained as he held himself back. “I’m right there with you, baby, I’ve got you.” 

His words really did it for you. Or maybe it was the way he worshipped you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.

You whimpered and buried your face against his neck, then let out a soft cry of pleasure as your eyes squeezed shut. You kept your legs around his waist as you came, and a sharp gasp left your lips as your nails gently dug into the skin of his shoulders. 

“That’s it,” Spencer cooed, feeling your warmth flood around him. He thrust into you a few more times before he was there too, and he buried himself deep inside you as he filled you up. 

He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair, his hips rolling lazily against yours before he finally stilled, his big body covering yours entirely. He peppered your face and neck with kisses as he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were cuddled against his chest. 

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled, one big hand stroking up and down your back as he caught his breath. 

You smiled, tracing lazy shapes onto his toned, tanned chest as you tried to regain control of your breathing. “I love how much you want to protect me,” you whispered as you and he bathed in the afterglow, your bodies sweaty and shiny. “No one has ever stood up to my family before. You make me feel special, Spencer. Every day.”

Spencer tangled his other hand in your hair and tilted your head back so you were looking him in the eyes. “Baby, you are special. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Even more, and your family doesn’t see what I do,” he promised, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’re beautiful, kind, sexy as hell, and I’ll always protect you. I can promise you that. It’s just you and me.”

You smiled up at him and leaned in to press another deep kiss to his lips before you tnageld your legs with his and reached for his hand. You spun his wedding ring around his finger a few times as you fell into a comfortable silence. “You and me,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his ring before looking up at him again. “I don’t want to stay here for another few days. I can’t do another dinner like that. I miss our home and our bed. This place never felt like home to me.”

Spencer ran his fingers along your lower back. “Then let’s go home tomorrow,” he said simply, not one ounce of hesitation in his reply. “I don’t need to be anywhere but with you. I know stayin’ here upsets you, so we’ll leave. You don’t belong here anymore, darlin’. We’ll leave first thing in the morning and go home.”

His words made a big, grateful smile take over your lips. He was only here for you, and that was it. “Yeah?” you murmured, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. 

“Yeah, baby,” he confirmed, resting his forehead against yours. “First thing tomorrow, we’re leavin’. And then, when we’re home, I’ll make love to you in our bed, cook you breakfast in our kitchen, and then we’ll sit out on our porch after dinner and I’ll let you talk my ear off until you fall asleep.” 

Your smile only grew and you nodded quickly before leaning in and kissing him again, a kiss of which he returned just as fiercely as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest. “Sounds perfect,” you mumbled against his lips before you were once again rolled onto your back. 

-

The next morning, as breakfast was being prepared, you and Spencer quietly packed up your things and got dressed, attempting to be subtle about your sudden departure. 

When you got downstairs, though, your mother saw you trying to sneak out the front door, and she called your name. Her tone was firm and held a hint of anger, and you froze, your hand locked tightly with Spencer’s.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” she asked, getting the attention of your two sisters and father. She crossed her arms and looked between the two of you, then her eyes landed on the bags you were carrying, and she let out a harsh laugh. “You’re sneaking out? After everything we’ve provided for you? Did we really raise such an ungrateful brat?”

The rapid questions had you tensing up, and your body instinctively moved closer to Spencer’s. He instantly stepped in front of you, shielding you from the mean glares of your family. “Enough,” he all but growled, beyond fed up with the four people who were currently trying to ruin yet another day of yours. 

But he wasn’t having it. 

“I’m not gonna let you talk to my wife like that, not now, and not ever again, do you hear me?” he asked, but it didn’t sound like a question at all. And he didn’t intend for it to be one. “We’re leaving, because your lack of respect towards your daughter is pissing me off. She’s the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, but you’ve never cared about her enough to see that. But not anymore. She’s with me now, and I won’t have you trying to tear her down.”

His words were stern, a hint of warning behind them as he stared at your family, but when he turned to you, his eyes were filled with pure love and adoration. 

“Come on, darlin’, let’s go,” he said, guiding you back towards the door. Your mother’s mouth was wide open, and your father’s jaw was locked tight. Maya and Haleigh were fuming as they looked at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry things had to come to this, but she comes first. Always. I hope one day you’ll all see what an amazing person you let walk out of your lives.”

With that, he led you out the door and down the steps of the porch, and once your feet hit the gravel, he had you in his arms. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, one big hand cradling the back of your head. 

You clung onto him and nodded quickly, holding him like he was your lifeline. “I’m more than okay,” you said back, burying your face against his neck as you finally let yourself be free from the expectations and cruel words of your family. 

It was all behind you now. The only thing you had to focus on was your future, and as far as you knew, your future was the one holding you.

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i have three drafts on the go, and one more in mind.

we are so back.

i hope.

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It was...something !

Fear Street: Prom Queen.. Wait... Was it Prom Queen or Prom Night? Either way, the movie is being released on May 23 on Netflix. Just to let you know about it.

Happy Prom Queen Day ! Watching it tonight x

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is anyone at ALL interested in reading a spencer fic ? i have a thing in mind, and i'll continue it if one single person wants to read it.

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You write Jake and Tyler SOOOO BEAUTIFULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am in love with your fics!!!!

This is so sweet! Thank you so much! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my fics x

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Older, Wiser and Hotter than Ever

Summary: Bucky is your best friend and recently turned boyfriend since he finally realized how in love with you he is. This is your first birthday with him as a couple, and he’s determined to make it your best birthday yet.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: fluff, smut, maybe ooc bucky, but idc, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, modern bucky, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, this is so self indulgent, enjoy.

Today is a special day. It’s Bucky’s favorite day, actually. 

It is your birthday. 

He’d always made a big deal out of it, even before you officially got together, and he wasn’t about to stop now just because he’d finally gotten you into his bed after years of pining. 

Everything had changed, and also nothing at all. You were still you, and Bucky was still Bucky, but you were 100% all in with each other now. 

He was in the kitchen with you, reading the instructions on the back of a box of cake mix while you leaned against the island counter and watched him. You were wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of soft shorts, looking as hot as ever, while Bucky was wearing sweatpants and a black tee, both of you deciding to dress in your comfiest clothing since you wouldn’t be leaving the apartment. 

Bucky glanced over at you, letting his gaze run up and down your body for a few seconds before he stood up straight. “I’m going to make you the best fucking cake you’ve ever eaten,” he stated as he set the strawberry flavored cake box down on the counter, though he knew his baking skills were embarrassingly limited. “And if it all goes to shit, which it probably will, I’ll just order you a cake.” 

In a perfect world, he’d know how to use all the tools he’d bought specifically for this day, and he’d be able to make a cake that tasted way better than decent, but in all honesty, he didn’t have high hopes. And he knew you wouldn’t really care either way, and that just made him love you even more. 

“Don’t worry, doll,” he grinned. “You’ll get your cake one way or another.” 

You laughed and took a few steps towards him. “I don’t need much, Buck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his bicep. “All I could ever want on my birthday is you. And, you know, birthday sex.” 

Bucky smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he rested a possessive hand on your lower back. “Is that right?” he murmured, “Well, I think you’re pretty lucky then, because I’ve got quite a lot of both to give.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, then he kept his lips there as he spoke again,

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said as he placed a series of kisses down the side of your face before pulling back to look at you. “I’m gonna make it the best fucking birthday you’ve ever had. Cake, presents, and all the birthday sex you can handle.” 

You hummed, “Thank you. And I think you know by now that I can handle quite a bit. And I’d never be able to get enough of you,” 

Bucky’s smirk grew as he leaned down and grazed his teeth along the shell of your ear. “Oh, I know exactly how much you can handle, doll. But I still plan to put it to the test tonight,” he said, his voice as confident as ever as his hand ran up and down your back. “But first, I’m going to make you a cake, and I think you should probably help me do it so I don’t burn down our kitchen. Come on, birthday girl.” 

An hour later, after you had to read the instructions again to Bucky and set the timer for him, you were sitting on his lap at the table, the cake placed on the surface in front of you. You watched him decorate it before he stuck a few candles in it and lit them for you, and when you read the message he wrote in icing on the top of the cake, you laughed as you felt a blush creep up on your face. 

“I gotta say, I didn’t have much faith in your baking skills, but now I know to never doubt you,” you teased, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Bucky. This is already the best fucking birthday I’ve ever had.” 

Bucky laughed and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he leaned in to press a firm kiss to your lips. “Good,” he mumbled against your mouth, one of his hands stroking up and down your bare thigh. 

Once you began indulging in the cake after he’d handed you a fork, Bucky reached for this phone and scrolled through all the playlists you and he had made until he found the one he was looking for. 

A second later, This Year’s Love started playing through the speaker, and when you turned your head to look at him with a knowing grin, Bucky stood up and pulled you away from the table.

He guided you back into his arms, and you practically melted against him as he swayed you around a bit, his hands sprawled along your lower back. “Happy birthday, my love,” he whispered, then twirled you under his arm as he added, “I hope all your wishes come true, especially all the ones that involve me and you in bed later tonight.”

You laughed as he brought you back into his embrace, and you pressed your face against the side of his neck. “Thank you,” you mumbled, brushing your lips against his skin in a series of gentle kisses. “I have so many wishes for later tonight…most of which I wouldn’t mind getting a start on now.”

Bucky groaned under his breath as you kissed along his neck, and the feeling sent waves of desire straight to his groin. “Doll, I’m trying to dance with you, and now you’re making me hard,” he grunted, and his hands slid down to your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze. 

You pulled back to look up at him, your eyes meeting in an intense stare. “You started it,” 

Then you leaned up to kiss him, and Bucky groaned again as he kissed you back before he took your hand in his and pulled you down the hall toward yours and his room. He didn’t bother closing the door as he lifted you up into his arms and carried you over to the bed. 

Bucky set you down on the mattress before following after you, covering your body with his as he pressed kisses along your jaw. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured as his hands lifted the hem of his hoodie to expose more of your skin. “I’ll give it to you, whatever you want.” 

You wrapped your legs around his waist as you leaned back on the bed. “I want the birthday sex you promised me earlier,” you say, draping your arms around his shoulders as you pull him down for another deep and messy kiss. “I want you…over and over again until I can’t take anymore. Then I want more.” 

Bucky’s normally bright eyes were dark now as he ground his hips against yours, letting you feel just how hard you’d made him within seconds. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything you want and more,” he promised as he pulled his hoodie off your body and tossed it aside without care before he did the same with your shorts. 

He hooked his fingers in the waistline of your panties and slowly peeled the thin fabric down your thighs, his eyes fixated on your core as he bit back a groan. 

“Spread those pretty legs for me, doll,” he murmured, settling in between your thighs when you obliged. He wasted no time in leaning in, his mouth closing over your puffy clit that had been throbbing for his attention, and he let his tongue flick against the bud a few times. 

“Bucky,” you gasped, arching your back a bit as he worshiped you with his mouth, alternating between teasing licks and gentle sucks. 

One of his hands reached up to grasp your breast, and he rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger as he ate you out, making his own sounds of pleasure against your core as he did so. 

It was quite obvious that he enjoyed doing this as much as you enjoyed receiving it, and he had ever since the very first time he went down on you, only a few months ago. But that was after pining for you for years, and dreaming about how you taste and the sounds you would make for him. 

It’s safe to say that you are better than all of his fantasies combined. 

“You taste so good, baby. So fucking sexy,” he mumbled against your clit as his other hand teased your folds. He slid his fingers inside you, feeling the warmth and wetness that greeted him, and he curled them slightly as he licked at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were whining and writhing so much already, Bucky knew it wouldn’t take much to get you there, and it only made him increase both the pace of his fingers and the pressure of his mouth. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

Your thighs were shaking a bit as you nodded quickly, reaching down to tug on his hair. “I am,” you breathed, “Fuck, don’t stop.”

Bucky groaned against you as he finger fucked you harder and sealed his mouth over your clit once more, sucking hard and earning another sharp gasp from you. “Come on, doll, give it to me,”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you arched your back even more, your body shaking as you came hard, a cry of his name leaving your lips. “Oh, my fucking God,” you whimpered, bucking your hips against his face. “Jesus Christ.”

Bucky licked and lapped at your folds, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could as he savored the taste of you on his tongue. When you slumped back on the pillow, he lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, slowly pulling his fingers out of you as he crawled back up your body, and he sucked his fingers clean as you reached for the hem of his tee. 

He helped you pull it off before he dipped his head down and pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hands roaming over your body and caressing the curves he’d become obsessed with. 

You kissed him back as you reached in between your bodies to push down his sweats, and he kicked them the rest of the way off, letting them join the pile of clothes that was scattered on the bedroom floor. 

“I need you,” you whined against his lips as he hovered over you, “Please.”

Bucky grinned against your mouth before kissing you one last time as he positioned himself at your core. A deep groan left the back of his throat when he pushed forward and thrust inside you, your warmth instantly welcoming him in. “God, you feel so good,” he muttered as he rocked his hips slowly at first. “So fucking tight and wet for me.”

You moaned, tipping your head back on the pillow as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. “Bucky…fuck, feels so good,” you praised, sliding your hands back into his hair.

He groaned at the added pleasure as he found a pace that left both of you breathless. “I think you were made for me, baby,” he rasped, his grip on your hips tightening to hold you in place for his thrusts. “Made to squeeze me so fucking tight.” he added lowly before he leaned down and captured on of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping at your senstive flesh. 

You whined loudly, arching your back into the feeling of his mouth as he worked his way across to your other breast, and he gave that one the same attention. “Maybe I was,” you whispered, tugging a bit harder on his hair as he fucked into you in a way that had you seeing stars. “Maybe we were made for each other…it just took us a while to realize that.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh as he finally gave your poor chest a break, and he lifted his head to meet your gaze. “No, doll, I realized that the day I met you,” he managed to say as he continued to slide his cock in and out of you. “I knew you were everything to me.” he added, bracing his elbows at either side of your head as he leaned down and pressed a searing kiss to your mouth. 

You let out a shaky moan as you squirmed under him, and you slid your hands down his back as you pulled away from the kiss. “You feel so perfect, Buck,” you whimpered as you buried your face against his shoulder and placed open mouthed kisses along his heated skin. “So good…I love you so much.”

A shudder ran through Bucky’s body as his thrusts became a little harder and a little faster once he felt his high creeping up on him. He tangled his fingers in your hair and gently pulled your head back to expose your neck, and he lowered his head to pepper your skin with soft, barely-there kisses. 

“I love you too, doll,” he panted, his voice strained a bit as he held himself back. “More than anything in this fucking world.”

You clenched around him, and you got louder and louder as the seconds went on, signaling that you were close as well. But he’d get you there again first, like he always did. 

He angled his body so his pelvis was brushing against your clit with every deep thrust, and he felt you clench again. “Cum for me, baby,” he murmured, “Squeeze me with this perfect pussy.”

“Bucky,” you moaned, hiking your legs higher around his waist as you let out pretty sounds for him. Only a few seconds later, you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders as you came for him again, enveloping him in a warm, wet wave that left you shaking and breathless.

Bucky buried himself inside you a few more times before stilling as he came as well, filling you up as he dropped his head onto your shoulder. “Fuck,” he grunted, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into you. 

He pressed a final kiss to your collarbone before rolling onto his side, taking you with him as he held you in his arms. 

You were both panting and a little sweaty as you laid still, the room filled with the aftersounds of the rather intense session. “You’re incredible, baby,” he mumbled as he pressed soft kisses all over your face. “Every time with you just keeps getting better and better.”

You hummed, resting your head on his chest that was still rising and falling with uneven breaths. “Hopefully it continues to get better and better,” you said back, “I’d hate to see the day where it becomes really bad.” 

Bucky laughed, tightening his hold on you. “I don’t think we have to worry about that any time soon. You and I are different, baby. What we have is real and strong, and it just grows stronger every single day,” he said, tracing random shapes onto your bare back. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I could fuck you in every position imaginable, every day, and still not grow tired of you. You’re too sexy.”

You groaned as he slid a teasing hand down to the curve of your ass. “Bucky,” you whined, burying your face against his chest. “You can’t say that to me after fucking me. It’s not fair.”

He laughed again and pressed his cheek against the top of your head. “When have I ever been fair?” he teased, “And if I can’t say it after fucking you, then when can I? You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, fully clothed and completely naked. And I’m not only saying that because I’m still hard.”

You laughed loudly and covered your face. “Oh, my God,”

Bucky smirked and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re irreplaceable, doll. There’s no one else for me,” he promised.

You lifted your head and looked up at him, a lazy smile on your lips. “How can you be so sweet yet so sexy at the same time?” you questioned, “You’re being so sweet, yet I can literally feel your dick against my hip right now.”

Bucky shrugged, “You bring out every side of me,” he answered and you just shook your head as you cuddled against his side. “Lay with me for a bit, then I’ll give you your presents, and then we can come right back here.”

A smirk tugged at your lips at that, and you nodded as you propped your chin up on his shoulder. “Sounds good,” you mumbled, “Though, the only present I’ll ever need is attached to you.”

A matching smirk formed on Bucky’s lips as he propped one hand behind his head and closed his eyes. “Good to know,”

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BAD IDEA, RIGHT? Is the best thing ever!!!! The feel of the friends acting like she is a child in the beginning is so real and you always write Jake so spot on and in a way that melts the heart no matter what! And their bond!! Chef's kiss! Thank you for sharing this great story!!

Thank you so much !! I'm so so happy you liked it ! I missed writing for Jake, and he's so much fun to write for imo. And yes, I feel like we've all had those friends before...if only they knew how incorrect they are about Jake...

Thank you for the kind words and for reading !🫶

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BAD IDEA, RIGHT?!!

You crushed it. This was so hot, so sweet. Your insight into Jake’s perspective made him feel intimate and real. Thank you for giving us another great Hangman fic; I’ve been missing the wonder of first discovering the TGM fandom. This fic felt like that. You made my day ❤️

BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

Thank you so much !! I've been struggling trying to get back into writing these past couple months, and this made it all worth it ! (and made me smile for a good 5 minutes)

You made my day right back ! ❤️ Thank you so much for reading, and for the kind words x

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Bad Idea, Right?

Summary: You and Jake are broken up, so he has no business sending you dirty texts while you’re out with your friends, yet that doesn’t stop you from giving in every single time.

Word Count: 4.1k | THANK YOU FOR 5.8K FOLLOWERS

Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, spanking, dirty talk, swearing, just overall filthiness, exes hooking up, exes to lovers if you want to know what happens in their future, possessive jake, mentions of a bad break up.

“You’re going? Seriously?” your best friend since high school, Steph, asked once she saw you trying to discreetly slide your credit card and keys into your purse a few minutes after you checked a text on your phone and scoffed. 

You looked over at her with a soft glare, because her question had made your other friend give you a look of disbelief as well, when all you wanted to do was make your great and quiet escape. “What? I’m…tired,”

Steph scoffed this time and leaned back in her chair at the small table you managed to score in the back corner of a rather rowdy bar. “Yeah right. You’re such a liar. We just got here, like, half an hour ago,” she muttered and crossed her arms. “You’re not tired. You’re fucking horny.”

You gasped, but you couldn’t deny the truth her words held. “I am not,”

“Then where are you going?” Kayce, your other friend, asked as she too clued in to what was really going on with you, and she didn’t look too happy either. 

Too bad for them, you were allowed to do whatever you wanted. “Why does it matter?”

“Y/n, if you’re even thinking about going over to his place, I swear, I’ll rip my hair out,” Steph groaned and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Jake fucking Seresin. Or, you know, fucking Jake Seresin,” she reiterated and you felt your face heat up a bit. 

Damn, you thought you were being a little more discreet than that, but clearly not. “So what if I am?” you sighed, giving up on the whole act entirely as you hadn’t been nearly as careful as you should’ve been. They both knew where you were going now, there’s no point in trying to hide it. 

“So what? He’s your ex, Y/n,” Kayce stated, but her tone was much softer than Steph’s was. 

“And he’s a fucking ass,” Steph added, “I don’t know what you saw in him before, and I still don’t know what you see in him now. He’s so full of himself, he’s cocky, arrogant and he fucking smirks at everything. Oh, and he treats you horribly.”

“Okay, that’s not true,” you defended your ex as you sat up straight. And it really wasn’t. Yeah, Jake was all those things she listed, she just missed him being overly confident, but he didn’t treat you badly at all. In fact, he was the best boyfriend you’d ever had, it was just the explosive fight you’d gotten in that ended it all. “He was good to me.”

“He’s trying to get you to come over so he can fuck you,” Steph said, a little too loudly for your liking since a few of the bars patrons had glanced over at the three of you. “He wants to fuck you then he’ll kick you out.”

“He won’t kick me out,” you scoffed, standing up and sliding your purse onto your shoulder. “Jake likes when I sleep in his arms.”

Steph looked like she was about to explode, but you didn’t care. You felt attacked by your friends, and you felt like they were trying to make you feel dumb and like a kid, when you are a grown woman who is capable of making your own decisions. 

You knew what you were getting yourself into. “And maybe we’re friends now. Have you ever thought of that? Exes can be friends,”

Steph raised a brow. “Not exes like you and Jake. You two can never be friends, not after they way you were together,”

She was right about that, but she also didn’t need to know that. 

Kayce looked up at you with a small frown on her lips, and you hated the pity in her eyes. You didn’t need it, and it wasn’t justified at all. “He texts you a lot, Y/n,” she said quietly, “Doesn’t it make you feel cheap?”

You looked down at her for a few seconds before shaking your head. “Cheap? With Jake?” you laughed, “Never.”

-

Jake was sipping on a beer and watching the highlights of the latest game when he heard a knock at his front door. He smirked, because he knew exactly who it was.

It was you, of course, and he knew exactly why you were here. 

Only a mere twenty minutes ago, Jake had sent you two texts, one reading, 

‘I wanna see you, baby. Come over,’

And the other, 

‘I miss your sweet pussy and your pretty mouth,’

Yeah, he was aware of what he was doing, because he knew you’d read them, and he knew you’d come over. Albeit, you’d take your time getting here, but still, you were definitely coming. 

And, you know, hopefully soon Jake would be too.

He set down his beer and abandoned the football game he’d been watching on the TV in the living room, and he wandered out to the front door wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants - the ones he knew drove you crazy, because they showed off the length of his cock through the fabric.

When he swung the door open and saw you in a tight skirt and a crop top, he knew he’d interrupted your girls’ night. That meant you ditched your friends in order to come to his place, and that made Jake’s smirk grow even more. 

“Hey, sweet girl,” he greeted, leaning against the door frame as he looked at your gorgeous face. “I think we’re way past the point of you needing to knock, don’t you?” he teased, and the eye roll you gave him had him grinning. You were so perfect and so fucking stunning, Jake felt like the luckiest fucker in San Diego, because you’re here. And you’re still his. 

A scoff left your lips as you crossed your arms, but the dramatic act wasn’t justified. You’d been out at the bar, attempting to have a decent night with your friends when you got his texts, and like always, any and all rational thoughts left your mind. 

“Not really,” you muttered, shifting on your feet as the cool evening air made chills run through your body. “Why do you insist on texting me filthy things in order to get me over here? Why can’t you just find another girl to fuck and forget about?”

Jake’s eyes were all over your body, the green a shade or two darker as he bit down on his lip. Your skirt was short and hugged your curves in all the right places, showcasing every inch he knew off by heart, and he wanted to pull you into his arms and warm you up properly. “Forget about you? Baby, you know that’s not possible. There isn’t another girl in the world who could ever compare to you,” he said, his voice low as he reached one hand out and rested it on your hip, pulling you closer. “And you’re here, aren’t you? Besides, I don’t want to fuck anyone who’s not you.”

You rolled your eyes again, making Jake grin. 

“Come on, you know I can’t help myself around you,” he mumbled, his deep voice right next to your ear as he brushed a kiss to your cheek. “I hate being away from you, and not knowing what you’re doing out there without me…”

You hummed, moving closer to him. “What do you think I’m doing?” you asked, raising a teasing brow as you slide your fingers up his bare chest before settling your hands on his shoulders. “Are you scared that I’m flirting with other guys? That I’m letting random strangers fuck me in the same bed you used to fuck me in? Are you scared I’ll finally move on from you?”

Your tone was teasing now as well as you leaned up and brushed your lips along his jaw. Jake felt a surge of possessiveness run through him, and a jolt of lust went straight to his cock, which he was sure you could feel against you right now. 

“I don’t scare easily, Y/n,” he muttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer as he leaned down to nip at your ear. “Though, the thought of another guy putting his fucking hands on you…touching what’s mine…makes me think I need to leave my mark on you so they don’t even bother trying.”

His big hands slid down to grab your ass, and he squeezed it through the fabric of your leather skirt, making you whine softly.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby. Not when I can feel you trembling for me…not when I know you’re already getting wet for me,” he added, and you moaned loudly at his words. 

“Relax, baby,” you cooed, “No guy has even come close, because I know I’ll just be disappointed. They’re not you. You’re the only one who can make me cum.”

A deep groan left Jake’s lips as you practically melted against him, your words laced with seduction and promise. He had you wrapped around his finger, and he was wrapped around yours as well. 

“That’s right, sweet girl,” he murmured, shamelessly letting his gaze trail up and down your body. “These pretty tits, that sweet pussy…your stunning fucking body. All mine. Always has been, and always will be.” 

His hands slid further down until he was gripping the backs of your thighs, then he was lifting you up into his arms and kicking the door shut behind him as he carried you towards his bedroom. 

He’d made this exact route countless times now, always with you, and only with you since the night you met. It felt familiar, normal, and natural, like he would always only be carrying you to his room so he could fuck the living shit out of you. 

“I think it’s about time I remind you of that fact, don’t you?” Jake asked, but it didn’t really sound like a genuine question. He tossed you onto his bed, the sight of you being nearly swallowed by the king-sized mattress one he fantasises about every time he goes to sleep. “You think you can tease me by talking about other guys, hm? When we both know that you’re never gonna let anyone else touch you like this.” 

Jake’s hands slid up and down your calves before tugging off your boots and letting them hit the floor with a soft thud. Next were your stockings, which he just flat out ripped off you instead of trying to pull them all the way down, and the glare you gave him had a smug smirk forming on his lips as he tossed the destroyed fabric aside. 

“Think I need to ruin you for everyone else. Fuck you so hard, you won’t bring up another guy ever again,” he hummed, crawling up your body. It wasn’t necessary, because Jake knew you hadn’t been with anyone else since him, like he hadn’t been with anyone else since you, but it was part of the game you and he had been playing recently. Riling each other up until the other breaks, then doing it all over again within a few days. 

Jake knew he still wanted you, he wanted to fucking marry you, for fucks sake, but your break up had been an explosive one, and if you still needed a little more time to yourself before getting back on track with him, that was fine. He could do that one hundred percent, as long as it meant he got you back in the end. 

You were leaning back on his pillow, your legs parting as he settled between them, and you already looked so fucked out and needy for him. It was such a pretty sight. Jake’s eyes were dark as he gazed down at your dishevelled form, his arms at either side of your head as he held himself up above you. 

“Jake,” you groaned, sliding your hands along his abs before you reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling his body down onto yours as you buried your face in his neck. You placed soft kisses along his skin, breathing him in as if you were as gone for him as he is for you. “God, you’re so fucking hot…I love getting you all riled up like this.” 

Jake was so hard for you, and your touches only made him harder, almost painfully so. “You love it, huh? You just love pushing me until I fuck you so hard, you can barely walk the next day,” he muttered, leaning in and kissing all along your neck and jaw as he ground his hips against yours over and over again until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He sat back on his knees, tugging your shirt over your head as he did so, and tossing it aside. His gaze immediately went to your chest, his cock twitching with need as he bit down on his lip. “Fuck, these tits…”

You laughed quietly, and Jake knew how he looked, drooling over you as if he hadn’t been with you for nearly three years before the break up. “You love them, don’t you?” you teased, reaching for his wrists and guiding his big hands to your chest. “Touch me, Jake…”

Jake groaned, squeezing your soft mounds as he looked down at you. “Oh, I more than love them, baby. I’m fucking obsessed with them,” he said as his thumbs circled your hardened nipples before he leaned down and took one between his lips, sucking greedily as he continued to tease your other one. “They’re mine. This whole fucking body is mine.”

“Mmm, for now,” you purred, giving him an innocent look as you writhed under him and he glared at you. But he didn’t let himself get too worked up at your words, since there was no for now with you, there was only forever. 

After he worshipped your chest with his mouth for a bit, Jake pulled back and admired the red peaks that were straining against the cool air of his bedroom. You were whimpering for him and looking up at him with needy eyes, Jake had never seen a hotter sight in his life. 

He gripped your hips and flipped you over, pulling your skirt down and off your body, leaving you in just your soaked panites. “Look at how perfect you are,” he murmured under his breath, his hand smoothing along the curve of your ass before he delivered a sharp smack to one side of it. “You’re such a good girl, presenting yourself so nicely for me.”

You whined as Jake hooked his fingers in the thin fabric of your panties and dragged them down your legs impossibly slow, exposing your wet core to the cool air. “Jake,” you mumbled as you propped yourself up on your knees and elbows, your fingers bunching up his sheets as you wiggled back against him and left a damp spot on the front of his sweats. 

Jake reached down and palmed himself through the fabric, his cock begging for attention as he looked down at the pink handprint that was forming on your skin. “Fuck, look at you. So desperate for my cock already. Bet this needy little pussy is clenching around nothing, isn’t it?” he mocked, gripping your hips as he ground his clothed erection against your slick folds, not caring at all about the mess he was making on the grey fabric. You were moaning loudly now, his dirty mouth never failing to turn you on, and he knew that. 

He rolled his hips a few more times before delivering another swift slap to your opposite cheek before he soothed the sting with his palm, his cock twitching more at the desperate sounds you were making for him. 

His fingers delved between your thighs and collected your arousal, the wetness making his head spin in the best way, before bringing it to your lips. “Taste yourself, baby,”

You obliged quickly, turning your head and capturing his fingers between your lips. “Mm,” you moaned, licking and sucking at his fingers until they were clean of you and left coated in your spit. “So good…” you hummed as you pushed yourself back against him again, the dark spot on his sweats only growing in size the longer he kept them on. 

“You’re so fucking dirty,” Jake grunted, pulling his fingers free from your mouth. “Getting off on your own taste.”

Then he licked his fingers, keeping eye contact with you as his free hand palmed your reddening ass. “You love it,” you mumbled, and Jake grinned as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. 

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed, grabbing your thighs as he pulled you back onto his lap, your slickness dragging along his damn near painful erection. His sweatpants were messy now as he gently bounced you on his lap, leaning over you to place kisses all along your shoulders, and then he was guiding you to lay down on your back once more as he pushed down and kicked off his sweats. “Spread those legs for me, Y/n. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

When you did as you were told, Jake settled between your thighs once more, his cock rubbing along your soaked folds. “Jake,” you whined. “I need you. Fuck me already. Please?” 

“I will, sweet girl,” he laughed deeply, reaching down to circle your clit with his fingers. Then he was pushing forward and sinking inside your core, the wet warmth making him groan as he braced himself above you. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Missed this perfect pussy so much, baby.” he grunted, leaning down to kiss you as he began to fuck you with long, deep thrusts. 

You moaned loudly, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as you kissed him back. Your hands ran up and down his arms before pushing against his lower back, encouraging him to absolutely wreck you as your mouths pressed messily together. “God, yes. Fuck me, Jake,” 

Jake groaned into the kiss, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back a bit while his other gripped your hip tightly. “You were made for me, baby,” he murmured against your lips as picked up the pace a bit, breaking the kiss as he looked down at where you were connected. The sight of his glistening cock disappearing inside you had him thrusting a bit harder, his grip on you tightening even more. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He hooked his elbows under your knees, shifting your position on the bed and giving him a better angle to your sweet spot, and the way you practically squealed had him fucking into you a bit faster. “Jake, oh fuck,” you moaned as you ran your hands along his abs, feeling the way he flexed under your touch. “Harder…harder…” 

Jake grunted as he complied, hitting every spot deep inside you until he felt your tight walls start to flutter and clench around him. “Not yet, baby,” he rasped, not wanting this to end too soon. He was desperate for you now more than ever, because every second with you was next to precious at the moment. “Hold on just a little longer, sweet girl.”

But you were whining in protest, shaking your head as you buried your face in his neck. “Jake,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. Then you pulled back and looked up at him, and your gaze softened a bit as you nodded. “Okay…okay, just go slower then, okay?” you asked so sweetly, your bratty persona from earlier gone as you leaned up and pressed kisses along his jaw. 

Jake’s hands loosened their grip on you, and instead he wrapped his arms around you and cradled you against him, slowing his thrusts significantly. “Mm, there’s my good girl,” he praised, peppering gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone. “I wanna take my time with you…love you in the way you deserve.”

He knew his words were perhaps a little more intimate than they should be during a hookup, but Jake would never consider you that. Just a quick, easy fuck. He’d never think so low of you when he was so in love with you still. 

His big hands caressed your body, touching all the places he knew off by heart, and he reveled in the soft moans you let out when he gently pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers. 

Jake leaned down and kissed you as you tangled your fingers in his hair, his hips slowly rolling against yours in unhurried thrusts. His own hands slid around you and down your body until they reached your ass, and he gripped you tightly as he lifted you up a bit to meet his deep strokes. “You feel so good, baby,” he mumbled against your mouth before fully breaking the kiss to look down at you. 

You tugged on his hair, hiking your legs up higher around his waist as you arched your back. “So do you,” you replied, tipping your head back on his pillow as he increased the pace again by just a little. “So fucking good, Jake.”

He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he fucked into you, his sounds muffled against your skin. “Fucking hell, Y/n,” he moaned, “You drive me crazy, sweet girl. I’ve missed this so much…missed you so much.” 

Jake leaned down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, grazing it gently with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. 

You tugged a little harder on his hair before pushing on his shoulders, and for a fleeting moment Jake thought he might have gone too far with his words (not that he had much control over them anyway), but then you settled on his lap when he sat back on his knees, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, your breasts brushing against his chest as you began to ride him. “Fuck…fuck.”

Jake’s hands grabbed your hips, holding onto you tightly as he helped guide you into a steady rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that,” he praised, dipping his head down to press kisses along the tops of your breasts. 

Your moans were becoming a little more desperate now as you bounced on his lap, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips, and the look in your eyes told Jake all he needed to know. 

Maybe you didn’t mean for it to be there, but he could see the love, adoration and longing in your gaze, but he didn’t say anything about it. Just seeing it was all he needed to know that he’d be with you again properly someday. 

“Jake,” you whispered, running your hands along his slightly sweaty shoulders as you moved on top of him, squeezing him so good, Jake had to bury his face against the side of your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard,” he groaned, thrusting up into you as he gripped your hip tightly and pulled your chest right up against his, using his free hand to apply pressure to your stomach. “C’mon, baby, give it to me.”

You whimpered and bucked your hips a few more times before you were shaking on his lap, your hands pulling at his hair as you came with a soft cry, and it was still the prettiest sound Jake had ever heard. 

He grunted, and a few seconds later, he came too, filling you up as you became limp in his arms. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, his chest heaving as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and moved to lay down so you were cuddled against his chest. “I love you,” he mumbled, the words all too familiar as he usually said them every single time you and he had sex, as well as every day before the breakup. 

You groaned, shaking your head as you leaned up to press a firm kiss to his lips, then a few more after that. “Shh, don’t,” you murmured before rolling off him, making his cock slip free from your warmth as you rolled onto your stomach. “Just…come here. Come hold me.” you said, burying your face in his pillow as you closed your eyes. 

Jake laughed under his breath as he pulled the covers up over your body before wrapping his arms around you from behind, holding you like you were his entire world. “Okay,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head as he let himself relax against you.

This was where he belonged, he knew that, and he knew that you belonged here too, it would just take you a little longer to get back there. Which was fine, because Jake would always wait for you. And as he listened to your quiet breathing and inhaled your familiar scent, he let his mind wander to the image of you finally wearing the ring he’d bought for you that was safely tucked away in his closet.

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Rich in Life

Summary: Bob is known to be the shy, quiet and kinder one of out the whole dagger squad, and he didn’t mind the ‘soft’ reputation one bit, because he knew the real him. The version of himself that came out whenever he got his wife alone, which, luckily for him, was every single night.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut, fluff, dirty talk, unprotected sex, swearing, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, fingering, all that good stuff, i had writer’s block and for some reason the only person i could write about was bob, so...enjoy.

It was Saturday night, and instead of being at home by himself like he had grown used to, Bob was out at The Hard Deck, perched on a stool with a Ginger Ale in his hand as he watched Phoenix kick Hangman’s ass at pool. 

It was entertaining, to say the least, because Jake was usually so stuck up and cocky about everything and anything, it was nice to watch his fellow aviator effortlessly beat him at something. 

The bar was lively as usual, but Bob didn’t mind it. He had ditched his usual khakis for a white tee and jeans, his casual clothing choice outside of his work uniforms. 

As he listened to the comical bickering, he looked over at the bar and watched as you talked with Penny, a kind smile on your lips as you gave her your full attention. God, you were so sweet and so sexy, Bob was still in a little disbelief that he is the one who gets to take you home after this. 

He adjusted his glasses and looked over at Jake, who was smirking at him, and Bob just shook his head. He’d grown accustomed to the teasing remarks and looks from his co-workers about how hot his wife is. He knew you were fucking gorgeous, he’s married to you. 

“I still don’t know how you landed her, Bob,” he said as he bent down to line up his shot again. “She’s a fucking stunner. Total smokeshow. I don’t know what she sees in you. No offense.”

Bob just shook his head again as Bradley reached over and smacked the blond on his shoulder while Nat glared at him from across the table. He didn’t care to say anything back as he turned his head and saw you begin to make your way through the crowded space, your drink held up a bit as you carefully maneuvered between bodies. 

Your pretty engagement ring and wedding band reflected off the lights as you settled beside him once again and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. He was still a little taller than you, even from his place on the stool, but it also made him the perfect height for you to snuggle against him. “Sorry I took so long. Penny is so sweet, I just had to stay and talk with her for a bit,” you murmured, a gorgeous smile on your lips as you sipped on your red drink. “But I’m back now.”

Bob smiled back at you as one of his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. “It’s okay. Penny is great, I don’t blame you for wanting to hang with her instead of us guys and Nat,” he said, knowing Phoenix was far too focused on drilling into Jake to hear his words. “You know, you look stunning tonight.”

You really did. Your pretty blue and pink sundress looked gorgeous on you, and it was one of Bob’s favorite things you owned. Of course you knew that, though. 

A blush coated your face as you nuzzled your head against his shoulder, hiding as if you were embarrassed by his words. “Are you trying to ensure you get lucky tonight when we get home? Or are you just being your natural sweet self?” you teased, nudging his side with your elbow. “I can never tell with you, baby.”

Bob grinned, his hand tightening its protective hold on your hip. “Can you blame me? You’re the most gorgeous girl in the room,” he said back, knowing just how lucky he was to have you by his side, and he loved the flirty banter that always happened between you and him every time you went out together. “I just want to make sure you’re having a good time, baby.”

You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m having a great time,” you said, winking up at him as you moved closer to his side and sipped your drink some more. “But I kinda can’t wait to get back home with my hot husband.” you added, shrugging casually as you slipped your left hand into the back pocket of his jeans and gave him a teasing squeeze. 

His breath hitched slightly and he held back a low groan as he leaned into your touch by pure instinct. “Is that so?” he hummed, trying to keep his cool in front of his friends. He was known as the sweet, shy and quiet guy at work and in public, but with you, he was as dirty as it got. 

But that side of him was just for you. 

Bob lifted his hand and cradled your jaw between his fingers as he looked you in the eyes. “I think we can arrange that, sweet girl,” he said, his tone promising as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips

You moaned softly against his lips, because you were shameless as much as you are sweet, and that’s one of the things Bob loves about you. “Bob,” you whispered against his lips as your fingers teased the collar of his shirt. “Take me home. Please?” 

Bob stood up and set his forgotten drink aside before he wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you towards the door. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said quietly as he led you out towards his truck, where he kissed you a few more times before getting in the driver’s seat. 

As soon as he was behind the wheel, he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers as he drove. Once he parked the truck in the driveway, Bob was pushing open his door before rounding the front of the truck to open yours. He gathered you into his arms as he walked with you towards the front door, his lips peppering kisses along your neck. 

When he got you up to your shared room, Bob laid you down on the bed, his gaze heated as he looked at you. His hands were already tugging at your dress as he kissed you deeply, tasting the fruity drink you’d had at the bar on your tongue. 

He pulled away and pressed a few kisses to your shoulder blade before he looked at you with nothing but adoration and desire in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, cradling your face in his hands as if you were the most fragile, most stunning thing he’d ever seen. “I need to taste you.”

You moaned at his words, your eyes unguarded and trusting as you writhed under him. You reached down and pulled off your dress, tossing it aside to find later, which left you in just your panties since you skipped a bra tonight. 

Bob’s hands gripped your knees and spread your thighs, his eyes darkening as he looked at the lace clinging to your heat. You were so hot, he was having a hard time taking his eyes off your gorgeous body, but your soft laugh had his gaze meeting yours. “Taste me,” you encouraged as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans.

Your words definitely had an impact on Bob as he leaned down and nuzzled his face against you, inhaling your all too familiar scent. He was rather slow as he hooked his fingers into the waistline of your panties and tugged them down your legs, showing him the pretty view of your glistening folds. He leaned in and licked a stripe up your slit before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, and Bob moaned at your taste, so addictive and sweet and all for him. 

He worshipped you with increasing fervor, switching between gentle licks and hard sucks that had you bucking against his face and sliding your hand into his hair. “Mm, I love tasting you,” he murmured, one of his hands sliding up your stomach to palm your breast as his thumb teased your nipple.

Your head fell back on the pillow as you writhed on the bed, your fingers tightening in his hair. “Bob…fuck, baby,” you gasped, arching your back as he devoured you like a man starved. 

Bob groaned, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers as his tongue explored your most private part. His other hand gripped your hip, keeping you pinned to the bed as he feasted on your sweet taste. 

His hand left your chest and slid down your torso, and he slipped two long fingers inside you, your arousal and his saliva giving him easy entrance. You were so wet for him and warm and tight, Bob had no control over the way his hips bucked against the mattress. You were so hot. 

“Come on, baby,” he mumbled against your pussy, his lips brushing against your clit. “Let go for me, I got you.”

When he curled his fingers and sucked harder on your puffy clit, you came for him with a soft cry, your eyes squeezing shut as your back arched. Bob licked and lapped at your folds greedily until you had quieted down and fell back on the bed, your chest heaving with uneven breaths. He crawled up your body, slowly pulling his fingers out of you as he did so, and he licked them clean before kissing you deeply.

Then he pushed his boxers down and slid inside you. “God, baby,” he groaned against your mouth as he began to slowly roll his hips against yours. You were so tight, Bob had to hold himself back from fucking into you like he wanted to. “You feel so good, taking me so well.”

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips along your jaw, his nose nuzzling against your cheek as he picked up the speed a bit, making your mouth part as soft moans left your throat. “Fuck,” you gasped, your back arching as his cock immediately filled you. You were still sensitive since he’d just made you cum a mere five seconds ago, but you didn’t mind it at all. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, your body shaking a bit as you tipped your head back on the pillow. “Bob…oh, my fucking God.” 

Bob lifted his head and kissed you again, his tongue brushing against yours and muffling your whimpers. “I love feeling you wrapped around me. So tight and warm,” he rasped, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as his hips snapped a bit harder against yours. “So sexy, baby.” 

He reached down in between your bodies, his fingers instantly finding your throbbing clit, and he teased the bundle of nerves as he increased the pace even more until you were shaking once again. 

“Gonna make you cum again, sweet girl,” he promised, his voice low and husky. “Right here on my cock. Just for me.”

In public, Bob was a softie (for the most part), but when he was with you, he had no filter, and the filthiest things freely left his mouth. He knew it drove you wild, the switch up that only happened with you, and he knew how much dirty talk turns you on. 

You were shuddering from the sensitivity, your eyes rolling back a bit as you moaned louder. “Just for you,” you echoed, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist as your hands slid into his hair and made it a mess. “Just yours.” 

Bob moaned, peppering kisses along your shoulders as he reached down to grip your knee with his free hand, and he lifted it slightly to change the angle. “Just mine,” he agreed against your skin, his body heating up as a light layer of sweat formed on his forehead. When you clenched around him, he let out a strangled sound as he fucked you into the bed. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me.”

Your moans and whines were growing louder and louder, and your fingers were beginning to pull at his hair. “Bob,” you whimpered, guiding his lips back to yours in a messy kiss. 

Your hips were bucking against his as his fingers continued to rub fast circles onto your clit, and he knew you were close when he felt you tighten around him once again. “Come on, sweet girl,” he murmured, his body pressed right up against yours as he rocked his hips into yours. “Cum for me again.”

Your body tensed up in his arms as you broke the kiss and tipped your head back, a long, loud cry leaving your lips as you came around him, enveloping him in a warm wave as you shuddered uncontrollably. 

“Fuck yes,” Bob groaned, his hips stuttering as you clung onto him. A few seconds later, he was there too, and he was filling you up entirely as you whimpered and trembled under him. 

He gave a few more slow thrusts before he pulled out of you, and he watched as his glistening cock slid free from your warm body, and a bead of cum dripped from you. You were so beautiful, he’d never get tired of watching you come undone for him. 

Bob leaned down and pressed a softer kiss to your lips, and when he pulled away, his mouth was turned upwards in a lazy grin. “I love you,”

You hummed, draping your arms around his shoulders as you finally settled under him. “I love you too,” you said back, keeping your legs wrapped around him as you kissed him again in a post-sex make out session. “Stay like this, right here. Don’t get up yet.”

“Okay,” he whispered, holding you tightly in his arms as he gently eased his body down on top of yours, covering you like a shield. “We’ll stay like this for as long as you want to.”

You nodded slowly, a soft smile on your lips as you smoothed out his messy hair and adjusted his glasses. Then you were leaning in and kissing him again, and you continued to for a long time after that.

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Just read your Levi fic and oh my god. 12/10. *chef kiss* lovely dahling

thank you ! so happy you liked it 🫶

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YES please levi fic

it is here.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💐✨️💋🩷🥳

Much love to you <3

-Fi 🐝

Fi!!! Thank you !! 🫶💞

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I was stalking and saw that it was your birthday a while ago so happy belated birthday! How old are you now if you don't mind me asking?

old enough to have back problems sometimes when I wake up…aka I’m in my mid 20s lol.

thank you for the birthday wishes! x

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Your Place or Mine

Summary: Levi is one of the two new operatives assigned to the watchtowers that overlooked The Gorge, and although he was strictly forbidden to contact the other watcher, you prove to be too tempting to pass up. Luckily for him, you just so happen to feel the same way.

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: not really spoilers for the gorge but can be ig, loosely follows the plot, fluff, swearing, smut, unprotected sex, pining, touch starved levi, this is lowkey a roller coaster.

It only took Levi a few days to fall into an efficient routine at his new ‘home away from home’, which was the biggest load of shit he’d heard in a while. This place wasn’t his home, he didn’t even know where in the world he was, for fucks sake. 

But he’d make do, because he had literally nothing else better to do, and that was why he was picked for this. Well, that and the fact that he was one hell of a shot. 

He fell into a pattern of walking the Western rim daily, restocking ammo, and checking the containment fence, cloakers and suspended mines and making sure they were all in order. It was pretty easy, and he’d already done his radio check he was required to do every thirty days. 

His mission was to keep the contents of the Gorge inside the tall walls, but Levi still didn’t know what it was, exactly, he was keeping from coming out, because he had yet to witness it, and he’d been here a whole month already. 

With that being said, the change of scenery was nice, and though he missed the beach, he didn’t mind the trees one bit. It was so quiet here, yet Levi wasn’t bored or antsy whatsoever. However, he was…curious about a few things; one being what the fuck he was tasked to watch over, two being who his Eastern counterpart is. 

He hadn’t seen any movement at all across the Gorge, and he tried not to be a total stalker and use the binoculars to look over there and see what was going on on the East side. He assumed it was relatively similar, if not the exact same thing that was going on over here on the West side, which was a whole lot of nothing, but still, he was curious. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

One night in October, Levi was sitting outside on the observation deck of his tower, simply watching the world go by as he jotted down words in his notebook. Being away from his small room at home had really given him some inspiration, creatively, and he was sure he would have over a full book of poems by the time he was finished with this year long mission. 

As he wrote, he saw something out of the corner of his eye, and when he lifted his head, he saw that there was a light shining in his direction from the East Tower, but it wasn’t one of the watch lights. It was from the other person. 

Levi set his book down and got up from the chair, his curiosity peaked as he moved towards the binoculars. What he saw was a woman who looked like she was in her late twenties, standing on the East Towers observation deck, holding up a big notepad that read, ‘HI, NEIGHBOR. WHAT’S YOUR NAME?’

As he read the words, Levi’s lips curved upwards into a smile, and it only grew when he saw the way your own lips had formed a small grin, and even from this far away, he could tell that you’d been as curious about him as he’d been about you. 

And wow, you were fucking stunning. 

While Levi preferred to live his life alone, he had been with his fair share of women and has had girlfriends before, but you were something else. You were so beautiful, and he could tell by your greeting that you were funny, and somehow that only made him feel even more drawn to you. 

He wasn’t curious anymore. No, now he was full on intrigued to know more about his ‘neighbor’. 

Levi looked around the deck for a few seconds before he turned and went inside, hoping he didn’t accidentally give you the wrong impression in his search for something to write on. He grabbed the whiteboard he’d been using as a chart, and carelessly erased the data he’d already re-written elsewhere. 

He quickly went back outside and saw that you were still standing on the opposing deck, though your smile was a little smaller, and he hastily wrote back to you with his big, bold handwriting. 

‘WE ARE NOT ALLOWED CONTACT’. 

Levi held it up and hoped you didn’t take his message too seriously, because he was thinking that this might be a perfect way to pass the time. 

You read the board and pouted a bit before you turned your back to him and flipped to a new page in your book. He watched you write something on it, before you turned back to him and held it up, ‘HAVEN’T YOU EVER BROKEN A RULE FOR FUN?’

Levi laughed to himself as he shook his head, wiping his previous message from the board with his sleeve before he wrote, ‘MAYBE ONCE OR TWICE,’ and went to go hold it up, but then he paused and had an inner debate with himself for a few moments. Fuck it. He added, ‘FOR THE RIGHT PERSON.’ and then held it up for you to read. 

He watched your smile return as your eyes trailed over every word, and he was suddenly very glad he added that last part, because you were full on grinning now, and he was sure it was one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen. 

But you didn’t turn away or make a move to write a response, so Levi once again erased his message and scribbled something else down, ‘HAVEN’T YOU?’

When you read his second message, you bit down on your lip, something Levi was able to see almost concerningly well from just how upgraded the equipment was, but he refused to let his mind wander any further than it already has. 

He watched you flip back in your book and scribble something out, and a few seconds later, you were holding up your first question, but had crossed out the first part, leaving only, ‘WHAT’S YOUR NAME?’.

Alright, alright, he’ll play along. 

He grabbed the whiteboard and sprawled his name on it before turning it to you, ‘LEVI KANE,’

Levi watched as you stepped away from the railing again, and he saw the way your lips moved as you tried his name out on your tongue, and now he felt a little desperate to be close enough to hear your voice. And to hear how his name sounded coming from your mouth. 

You nodded slowly, pressing your lips together as you crossed your arms and leaned over the railing a bit, and he tried to not notice the way your chest was pressed together and exposed a bit of cleavage. 

‘WHAT’S YOURS?’ he wrote once he realized he still didn’t know your name, but you seemed to be content with that as you peaked through the binoculars one last time before shrugging with a teasing smile on your lips. 

Then you turned around and walked inside the tower, leaving Levi standing alone outside his own. 

You were mysterious and challenging, and he liked that. A lot. 

And now he couldn’t wait for the next time you and he found yourselves on your respective observation decks at the same time. 

-

A few days went by, and much to Levi’s dismay, he hadn’t been able to communicate with you. But that wasn’t without multiple attempts. 

He casually flickered a flashlight in your direction, left the lights on for a lot longer than needed when he really should’ve been sleeping, and even shot off his gun, which he pretended was an accident, but you weren’t even there to see him do it. 

It was quiet tonight, like most nights, but Levi liked it. It allowed him to write without any interruptions, and as of lately, a certain person had been the main source of his inspiration. 

Funnily enough, it was the same person who just fired off three rounds with her pistol, and Levi shot up out of the chair he was sitting in, similar to the way he usually shoots up out of bed when he has his nightmares. 

His book was tossed aside as he leaned over the railing, his eyes flickering along the East wall of the Gorge to see what you were firing at, but when he saw nothing, he looked up at you and saw the sheet of paper held in your hands. When he looked into the binoculars, he was able to read what you had written down, ‘HEY, STRANGER,’

A slow smile formed on Levi’s lips as his heartbeat slowed down to its normal pace, and he shook his head as he turned around and reached for the whiteboard he kept on the table next to the chair. 

‘HEY BACK,’ he wrote, then held it up for you to see.

You smiled back and then held up another note that said one word. ‘BORED.’

Levi let out a quiet laugh and he let his gaze linger on your features for a few extra seconds before he stepped away from the binoculars again. God, you were so beautiful. Definitely the prettiest thing in this place, and that was a hard thing to compete with since he was surrounded by beautiful scenery. Yet you were still at the top of the list. 

He scribbled down a question on the whiteboard, and he hoped you actually answered it this time, because he was dying to find out if your name was as pretty as the rest of you. ‘ARE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOUR NAME NOW?’

Levi watched your teeth sink into your lip again like it did the first time you and he did this, and this time, he did let his mind wander a bit. He wondered what sound you’d make if he took your lip between his own teeth. He wondered if you’d let him find out somehow.

You looked like you were having an inner debate with yourself before you finally flipped to a new page of the book and wrote something down. That something wasn’t your name, though. ‘WHAT DO I GET IF I TELL YOU?’

The look you gave him as you held it up had Levi pressing his lips together to hold back a groan. You were teasing him like you did before, and fuck if he didn’t like it. ‘WHAT DO YOU WANT?’ he wrote back, and he watched as a genuine smile formed on your lips. 

Then you wrote something else and lifted it for him to see. ‘Y/N,’

It was just your first name, but Levi was more than okay with that, because it lived up to his expectations. Your name was definitely as pretty as the rest of you. 

-

It was December now, and although the weather made Levi’s routine a bit harder, he still found time to talk to you almost every night. 

He still didn’t know your last name, but at this point he didn’t care, because he was very much into you, and you were very much into him. 

From the first night you reached out to him, Levi was hooked, and that feeling only intensified the longer he got to know you. And the close call you and he had a few weeks back definitely solidified his feelings for you, because he hadn’t felt that panicked in a long time as he watched you fire off countless rounds towards his side of the gorge while he defended your side. 

On a side note, at least he finally knew what he was keeping from coming out now. 

Since it was now winter, it was significantly colder out, and there was only so much Levi could do to keep warm. Sleeping on a mattress on the floor of the tower was uncomfortable as fuck before, but now that it was snowing nearly every day, it just became damn near impossible to get any sleep. 

And though he only slept for maybe three hours last night, Levi was wide awake tonight, and from the looks of it, so were you. 

You were sitting on the chair on the observation deck, a blanket draped around your body as you watched the flames of a few candles you had placed on the railing flicker from the wind. It wasn’t snowing right now, so it wasn’t super cold, but even if it was, Levi didn’t think he could pass up the opportunity to talk to you. Of course, in the form of a whiteboard and marker. 

‘HEY, BEAUTIFUL. CAN’T SLEEP?’ he wrote down, then caught your attention by flashing his light at you. 

You got up from the chair and kept the blanket around you as you peered through the binoculars, and a pretty smile formed on your lips, which only served to prove his words. You wrote down something in your book before holding it up, ‘I CAN…BUT I DON’T WANT TO. I WAS WAITING FOR YOU,’

Levi smirked and jotted down his response, this part of his nightly routine definitely being his favorite by far. ‘SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING. YOU COLD?’

Your smile grew before you gave him a pointed look, and he laughed as you wrote down your answer. ‘A LITTLE…WISH I HAD SOMEONE HERE WITH ME,’ you held up the page for a few seconds before quickly flipping onto a new one and writing something else, ‘YOU KNOW, SO WE CAN SHARE BODY HEAT.’

Levi groaned at your words and felt a familiar stirring in his groin, but he made no move to relieve it as he simply wrote down another message to you. ‘YOU BETTER BE TALKING ABOUT ME,’

During the first month of knowing you, Levi would’ve never written something so bold, but after a few months, he knew where you and he stood with each other. He’d made his interest known, and you’d done the same. It was fair game now.

He watched as your shoulders shook a bit as you laughed, and fuck he wanted to hear that sound so badly. He wanted to hear your voice, see your gorgeous smile up close, and he wanted to see if you fit as perfectly in his arms as he thinks you do. 

Most of all, he wanted to taste those lips of yours and tug on your bottom one in the way you do every time he looks over at you. 

You leaned over the railing a bit as you held up your sheet of paper, and Levi felt another surge of desire run through his body. ‘OF COURSE I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU,’

He bit down on his own lip as he shook his head and wiped down the whiteboard before writing something else. ‘SO MUCH FOR STAYING PROFESSIONAL,’

Nothing about this was professional. None of it. Levi had broken the strict rule of absolutely no contact with the East side watcher, but how could he have possibly followed it after he saw you for the first time? You were far too tempting. Far too alluring and captivating and enticing. And Levi was all in. 

‘WERE WE EVER?’ you held up the note, and Levi knew he needed to head inside the tower, because he was concerningly close to showing you just how much your words affected him. 

-

Towards the end of January, the snow had already begun melting, and it wasn’t nearly as cold out anymore. 

Levi was sitting on the edge of the tower, his legs dangling off the edge as the wind blew through his hair. His chin was propped on one of the bars as he looked down at the Gorge, but he couldn’t see much because of the fog. 

Really, he’d rather not see the things that are down there again, because they were nothing short of nightmare fuel, and he didn’t need any more of those. 

Nearly half a year here, surrounded by nothing at all but trees, and yet he didn’t feel lonely at all. Isolated, sure, but not lonely. 

When a flicker of light caught his eye, he looked up and saw you shining the beam of sunlight that was bouncing off your knife in his direction, and Levi felt a grin form on his face as he slowly stood up and looked through the binoculars. ‘WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?’

A warm feeling took over his body, because you must have been watching him for a while, and that filled him with a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

He grabbed the whiteboard that was next to his book full of poems, most about you, and wrote down a simple answer. But he knew it’d make that pretty blush form on your face again. That was something else he was dying to see up close. 

‘NOW? YOU,’

Levi was right in his assumption, as he saw your face break out into a smile and a soft blush, and you shook your head as you leaned against the railing. 

Before you could think of anything to say back, he erased his words and returned your question, and you purse your lips as you peeked through the binoculars again. 

You wandered over to your notepad and took your time writing something back, but Levi wasn’t impatient. Out here, with you just across the way from him, it felt like he had all the time in the world.

And you were worth the wait. 

A few minutes passed before you lifted the page and revealed your words, and what pretty words they were. ‘YOU’RE A BREATH OF AIR, LEVI. AND I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU,’

Levi felt a shudder run through him, because that was exactly how he felt about you. He hadn’t heard you say a word to him, hadn’t seen you up close at all, and yet he couldn’t get enough of you. 

And you’d just given him your heart. He’d make damn sure he took care of it, just as long as you took care of his. 

With a steady hand, he wrote his response to you on the whiteboard before holding it up, ‘I’M FALLING HARD FOR YOU,’

And now he’d just given you his heart, though something tells him he’d already given it to you a few months ago. 

Your eyes closed once you’d read his message, and you pressed your lips together as you flipped to a new page in your book, and Levi watched as you scribbled something down onto it. ‘I KNOW WHAT I WANT. BECAUSE I TOLD YOU MY NAME,’

Levi was instantly taken back to the second night you and he exchanged notes, and how you expected something from him if you told him what your name was. He was more than willing to deliver on whatever it was you wanted. 

You took your time again as you wrote something else down, then flipped onto a new page before you even showed him the first one, and a few seconds later, Levi watched you go back to the previous page and hold it up, ‘IF WE EVER GET TO SEE EACH OTHER FOR REAL,’ then you flipped to the last page, ‘THE VERY FIRST THING I WANT YOU TO DO IS KISS ME.’

Levi felt a smug grin form on his face before he pressed his lips together and nodded slowly. He could definitely do that. He’d definitely do that. One hundred percent. Because he wasn’t falling for you anymore. He had already fallen, and there was no going back. 

He barely missed a beat as he picked up the marker again and wrote down a question, but it wasn’t really a question. It was more like…a promise. 

Once he purposely ended his sentence with a period rather than a question mark, he held the whiteboard up near his chest, which was home to his heart that was secretly beating very fast. 

‘YOUR PLACE OR MINE.’

-

A few days after that last interaction, Levi had been working on the easiest and most efficient way to get across the gaping ravine to you. 

He was going to fire off a literal rocket launcher with a zipline attached to it and then would trust you to tie it tight enough to whatever you could find so he didn’t fall into the Gorge. 

Once that was done, he made himself look as presentable as he could, which required him to shave a bit and smooth out his hair. Then he picked a small bouquet of wildflowers for you, and then he was off. 

The journey across wasn’t so bad, well the first half anyway. The last half required him to pull himself the rest of the way across, but it wasn’t too hard, thanks to all his previous training in the Marines. 

With that being said, he was a little breathless when he finally made it over to the East side and unclipped himself from the zipline. His heart was beating fast, and part of it was because of the extra work he didn’t account for just then, but also because he was finally, finally, seeing you face to face. 

As he started walking towards your tower, he heard the metal door swing open, and a few seconds later, you turned the corner and met his gaze almost instantly. He moved closer, and you looked as nervous as he felt, which was a cute change to your usual playful and teasing personality. 

When he stood only a few inches from you, Levi let his eyes flicker all over your face as he took in all the stunning little details he failed to see through the binoculars, and then he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as he explored your mouth with his tongue, making sure he satisfied the one thing you told him you wanted him to do when you got to finally meet up. 

The second his lips touched yours, it felt like everything had fallen into place. You kissed him back just as intensely, your hands reaching up to cradle his face, and he felt like he could easily become addicted to this. 

Levi pulled you impossibly closer, his hands resting rather possessively on your lower back for this being the first time he’s ever touched you, but he couldn’t help himself. You fit against him perfectly, and you simply just felt perfect. 

When he finally broke the kiss, he was breathing a little heavier, and he gazed into your eyes as a grin spread across his face. “That,” he whispered, “was definitely worth waiting for.”

You laughed quietly, and he tightened his hold on you even more as he heard your voice for the first time after months of passing notes back and forth. “Absolutely,” you agreed, your thumb brushing along his cheek and smoothing over the ridges that were there from his scars. Your eyes left his and you glanced down at the bouquet he’d tucked into his belt, and he nearly moaned when you bit down on your lip. “Are those for me?”

Levi’s smile felt permanent as he reached down to pull the flowers out and offer them to you. “Of course they’re for you,” he answered, watching as you took them from him like they were the most precious things you’d ever held. His hand went back to your waist as he leaned in closer again. “So…what do we do now?”

He’d technically done what he came here to do, which was to give you the best first kiss of your fucking life, but that wasn’t the only reason, and he hoped that was as obvious to you as it was to him. 

You smiled up at him before leaning in as well and draping your arms around his shoulders, your chest pressing right up against his as you hugged him for a few seconds. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled back to kiss him again, this one a little shorter, but still just as amazing as the first one. 

“How about I give you a tour? Show you what it’s like over here on the East side?” you offered when you pulled away and pressed your forehead against his, and he knew by the teasing tone in your voice that a tour was probably the last thing that was on your mind. 

Still, he hummed and nodded slowly, letting you take his hand in your small one and lead him towards the door and up the stairs. He shamelessly let his eyes wander all over your backside as he trailed behind you, and he couldn’t believe he was finally with you after months of pining. 

When you and he got to the top, he looked around the open space for a few seconds. It was about the same size as his tower, but he didn’t have a piano in his, which was a little unfair. “Quite the setup you’ve got here,” he observed, eyeing the mattress you had pulled all the way up here, just like he did with his. 

You laughed as you walked over to the small kitchenette that was on the far side of the room, and he quickly decided that it was one of his favorite sounds. “I imagine it looks quite similar to yours,” you murmured as you filled a glass with water before placing the flowers in it and setting it down on the top of the piano. 

Levi did another sweep of the relatively simple and clean room. “Can’t say it does,” he replied, shaking his head afterwards. “Yours is definitely better.”

You smile over at him before moving closer and reaching for his hand. “I’m so happy you’re here,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. 

Levi’s breath got caught in his throat, and he swallowed quickly as his free hand reached up to cup your cheek. “I’m happy I’m here too,” he said back just as quietly as he stepped closer to you. “So fucking happy.”

The air had been thick with tension since the second he stepped foot on this side, and he tried not to give it too much attention, he really did, but it had only grown thicker, and now all Levi wanted to do was kiss you again, touch you all over, and completely give in. 

You were so much shorter than him and moved with a lot more grace than he did as you led him over towards the makeshift bed, and he was content with letting you take the lead, because he was ready when you were, and though he couldn’t wait, he could wait for you. 

He pulled you against his chest again, his hands settling on your hips as he looked down at you, and your eyes were so fucking gorgeous up close. Every part of you was. And he wanted to memorize every inch of you before he had to go back to his tower. 

Your hands rested on his shoulders, and you gently dug your fingers into his skin as you guided him down until he was on his knees beside the mattress. You followed him down so you were kneeling in front of him, and you still had to look up at him as you caressed his face. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you whispered, your lips curving upwards into a teasing smile. “But I hope you know that I really don’t want to.”

“Then don’t stop,” he said back, his hands reaching for your hips again as he pulled you so you were straddling his lap. You were small in his arms, yet you felt absolutely perfect against him like this. His voice was a little rougher as he repeated the words he would be saying again soon enough, “Don’t stop.”

You let out a shaky sigh, your lips curling up into a relieved smile before you were leaning in and kissing him deeply, like the two before this one. Your hands gently pulled at his hair as you kissed him, and everything felt right. Like he already belonged here. Like he already belonged with you. 

When you pulled away from his mouth, your teeth tugged at his bottom lip as you slowly rolled your hips against his, and Levi let out a soft groan. “Do you want to?” you quietly asked, your thumb stroking along his beard and chin.  

Did he want to? Were you seriously asking him that right now? He couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t stop his hands from touching every part of you he’s thought about over and over again while laying on his own bed across the Gorge from you. 

“Do I want to?” he echoed, his voice a bit strained as he pulled you against him a little harder. “Fuck yes, I want to.”

You nod quickly and go to bite down on your lip again before Levi leaned in and connected your mouths once more. His big hands slid up your back under your shirt, and he could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from his touch.

He helped you pull off his jacket and shirt, leaving his chest bare to your eyes when you pulled back to look at him. His thumb traced your bottom lip as your gaze flickered over every inch of his upper half, and you let out a soft sigh. “Fuck…you’re so hot,” you whispered and leaned in to press opened mouthed kisses along his shoulder

Levi groaned under his breath, his head tipping back a bit to give you more access as his hands pulled at your shirt until it was off your body, leaving your top half nearly bare. Your hands were running along his abs and chest when you pulled back and looked at him, your eyes hooded and unguarded. 

“Touch me,” you encouraged quietly, and Levi finally let himself indulge in you. 

His gaze dropped down to the tops of your breasts that your bra didn’t cover, and he was reminded of the teaser he got that first night when you leaned over the railing. Fuck the view from this angle was even better. 

He slid his hands up your back as he leaned his head down and pressed soft kisses to your skin before he buried his face between your flesh. Your moan was music to his ears as he let his fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra, and he slowly guided the straps down your arms.

“God,” he groaned when the fabric hit the floor, and his hands immediately explored the newly exposed skin of your breasts. “You’re so gorgeous.” he breathed, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebbled at his touch. 

You were so beautiful, you took his breath away. Your skin was warm and inviting, begging to be touched and worshipped. By him, of course. 

He leaned up and kissed you again when you reached down and unzipped his pants before pushing them down his legs. His tongue brushed against yours as he explored your mouth, and then you pulled away to tug off your jeans and panties, and his lips brushed against your hard nipples before you settled back down on his lap. 

Levi was so hard for you, he knew you could feel him through his boxers as you rolled your body against his again as you kissed him and ran your fingers through his hair. You pulled away and tugged his boxers down his legs so you both were completely naked, and the setting sun casted golden hues onto your skin in a way that made you look like something straight out of Heaven. 

He knew then that he loved you. He could finally admit it to himself. He loves you. 

Levi sucked in a harsh breath when you lowered yourself onto him, your heat enveloping his cock like a glove. “Oh fuck,” he groaned at your tightness, one of his hands caressing your lower back while his other wrapped around the back of your neck. 

He guided your face down to his so your foreheads were pressed together, and he was met with the beautiful sound of your moan when you started to slowly ride him. “Oh, my God,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders as your hips rolled against his. 

Levi groaned, feeling your tight pussy squeezing him in a way that had him seeing stars behind his closed eyelids. Your chest brushed against his with every slow bounce, and he loved it. He loved all of it, the feeling, the sounds you were making, how good you felt in his arms. 

“You feel amazing,” he rasped out, his hands moving down to your ass. “God…don’t stop.” he begged, repeating his earlier words as he met you halfway with shallow thrusts. 

Your hands pulled at his hair as you let out loud moans and moved a bit faster on him. “Levi,” you whimpered, and he felt himself twitch deep inside you, because that was the first time he’d heard what his name sounded like coming from you. And he was already obsessed with it. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, gripping you a bit tighter as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Say that again. Please, baby.”

You shuddered in his arms, and he had a feeling that you had a thing for pet names, which was definitely something he would keep in mind from here on out. 

“Levi,” you moaned again, this time directly into his ear, and he growled lowly, deciding to give you a break as he rolled you onto your side and onto the mattress. He supported himself on his elbow as he began to thrust in and out of you in the new position, his other arm wrapping around you and holding you flush against his chest. 

“So tight,” he murmured under his breath, his eyes dark with desire and utter adoration. “So good.”

You moaned a little louder and let him lean down to capture your lips in a messy kiss as he continued to fuck up into you. “Oh, God, you feel so good,” you echoed against his lips as you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders. 

Levi could feel you tightening around him, and his hand slid back down to your ass as he pulled you harder against him. “Fuck, I’m close,” he muttered, and you nodded quickly as you ran your hands down his back, your nails leaving faint red lines along his skin. 

“Me too,” you whispered, and then he felt you tense up in his arms when he thrust a little harder. Your eyes were nearly shut as you moaned for him, and when he felt you tighten around him even more, Levi leaned in and kissed you quickly before he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, satisfying his own craving as you came around him. 

The sound you made went straight to his cock, and his eyes rolled back a bit as he rolled his hips a few more times before pulling out and coming all over your stomach and thigh. 

You were shaking and whimpering as you came down from your high, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat and him. You looked absolutely breathtaking. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him as he let out heavy breaths. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he confessed, his lips brushing against the top of your head as you snuggled against him. 

“Me either,” you said back, and he never wanted to leave your side. 

An unknown amount of time passed before you and he finally got up and showered together, and his hands never left your body for more than a few seconds. He accidentally let it slip up that he had written a handful of poems about you, and you begged him to read them to you, but he told you he would the next time he got to hold you against him after today.

That was his promise to you. That this was just the first time you and he got to properly see each other. It wasn’t the last. 

When the time to go to sleep came, Levi held your body in his arms like you were always meant to be there, and for the first time in a very long time, his nightmares didn’t wake him up. 

-

The next morning, when he was forced to return back to the West side, Levi kissed you until you were breathless, then he was making the trek across the Gorge and back to his own watchtower. 

  Later that day, just as the sun was starting to set, Levi was well past the point of missing you. He was cold without you, the quiet now louder than ever after the day and night he spent with you. 

When he glanced over at your tower, he saw you already looking at him, your notepad held up in your hands, and he sighed. 

He could live like this for a little while longer. But after this? After this, he was going to figure out a way to be with you properly. Because he was tired of being alone. He wanted you. 

‘I’M COLD AGAIN…MISS YOUR WARMTH ALREADY. AND YOUR LIPS,’

Levi smiled at that and shook his head as he grabbed his whiteboard. He missed all of you already. 

Once he’d finished writing down his own message to you, he held it up for you to read, and the smile you gave him was all the reassurance he needed to know that this was real. This was the real thing. And it was just the beginning. 

After this, he’d never be alone again. 

‘KEEP WARM, BABY. TIL WE MEET AGAIN…ALWAYS THINKING OF YOU.’

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