Mel, I'm just going to ask for all of them cause that's how excited I am to read them!!! 😂🥹💖
oh my dearest beloved Mon 🫶🏼, you know how to use your bestie privileges wisely 🤭💗 i could never say no to you, so for you i worked on each wip to give you all these snippets 💞 love youuuuuu!!! 💕
🏎️ - Forgiving Bullet
"Your racing technique," Bucky appears beside you, causing you to immediately tense up, "I feel like I've seen it before." His gaze is fixed on the race ahead as if he could see it perfectly from this distance. You bristle, not wanting this conversation to go in the direction you know it will. " I don't think you have."
Your dismissal lands somewhere between the hurt and the need to make things right. "No?" There's a somberness to his tone you can't miss, and it pulls at you until you meet his gaze. There's a sadness to it that makes your chest ache and yet, there's also an undeniable hint of pride like he's proud of your racing accomplishments. And that has your heart racing in a way only Bucky seems to be able to do lately.
💋 - The Art of Falling
"Are you okay?" Jake asks in the kind of gentle tone he usually uses with his sisters. His voice brings your attention back to him, and you let out a quiet sigh. "I'll be okay," you say honestly, knowing that eventually whatever insecurities and longing the alcohol in your system is bringing to light will eventually leave by morning. Hopefully.
The concern in Jake's eyes doesn't go away and it prompts you to feel like he's seeing too much of you right now. And yet, despite only ever really having a handful of full conversations with this man, something about tonight has you spilling more than you ever would have sober.
"I'm just tired of being me," you confess. There's no pity or shame in your words, just an openness Jake clearly didn't expect. His eyes widen slightly, lips parting and closing like he's trying to find the right words to a situation he's never been in. In the end he settles for a sympathetic, "Hey, don't say that. You don't mean that."
i'll put the rest under the cut 💞
🍼 - Last First Kiss: The Reunion
Bucky cradles his son in his arms, rocking slowly back and forth in the rocking chair. Baby boy is finally falling asleep, only the quiet tune of the lullaby playing through the tiny moon shaped speaker can be heard in the room. Bucky softly hums along to what sounds like "Hush, Little Baby," gently stroking baby boy's hair in a soothing motion. The room is now filled with a tranquility that lets Bucky breathe a little easier.
His phone lights up on the small table beside him, catching his attention. From a brief glance he can see the icon of the nanny app popping up with a few notifications. Maybe one of the nannies he reached out to earlier has finally contacted him. The thought of that sits uneasy in Bucky's heart. He's still a bit apprehensive about this whole thing. What if he doesn't make the right choice? What if he lets a complete stranger into their lives and his son ends up hurt because of it? Bucky would never forgive himself if that happened.
💍 - The Wedding Planner
"You really that weak, Barnes? Can't handle it?" you mock him playfully, crossing your arms to give you a bit of breathing space. Playful banter between you isn't foreign, but the situation you find yourselves in is.
Bucky's eyes sparkle with the kind of danger that makes your breath hitch, "Oh, sweets, you know firsthand I'm not. I can handle you just fine, can't I?" There's an undercurrent of heat in his tone that makes it's way up your spine and threatens to undo the bit of composure you have left. It's an undercurrent that's just barley bordering on playful.
There's no way you'll survive a whole weekend of this.
⚖️ - Against All Odds
Jake watches you storm out of the room, Nick trying his best to not show how much your outburst had shaken him—the way his body tensed and his shoulders fell ever so slightly with shame. The whole crew missed it, except for Jake who hadn't taken his eyes off the exchange the entire time. And with that, he learned something tonight that would most likely be vital for the operation.
Unlike what some of the investigators had told him prior, it seemed like your brother had a heart after all, and a vulnerability he kept hidden. Contrary to what he was told, Nick most certainly had a soft spot for you and your little brother. Which meant, if Jake wanted to make real progress in finding Nick's weak spots, he'd have to find a way to get closer to you.
bestie i will be patiently waiting to yap over all of this when you are ready 🫡💫
send me an emoji 🏎️💋🍼💍⚖️ and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip
💋!! I am such a sucker for the he fell first and harder trope, can’t wait to see what you do with it!!
dee my dear, hii!! 🫶🏼 it's one of my favorite tropes to give our beloved blonde naval aviator 🤭💗
here is a snippet of The Art of Falling for you 💞
"Okay good," Jake's eyes dart to something behind you before focusing on you, "See that guy that just walked in?" You subtly turn at his question, spotting a man ordering a coffee at the counter. "Yeah…" you turn back to Jake, wary of where this is going.
"Go get his number," Jake instructs, so simple and causal it takes you a moment to fully process what he just told you to do. "Excuse me, what?"
Jake's eyebrows raise expectantly, like you should know exactly why he's asking you to do this. "I need to see what I'm working with. Show me what you'd do if you wanted to get a guys number."
send me an emoji 🏎️💋🍼💍⚖️ and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip
🍼 — the last first kiss please, i’m a sucker for friends reconnecting and then falling in love!!! 🥹🫶🏼
niki my dear!! 💕 friends to lovers with a reconnection has so much fluffy potential that I am loving exploring with these two 🫶🏼
here's a snippet of Last First Kiss: The Reunion for you 💞
"I'm telling you, download the app and it'll make your life a helluva lot easier," Clint reiterates, handing Bucky the documents he asked for. Bucky takes them, mulling over the idea and sifting through the pros and cons in his head. On one hand, Bucky could use the help, there's only so many work from home days his job will allow. On the other, he'd have to introduce his two year old to a complete stranger and leave the care of his baby boy to someone other than himself. And after the way his ex abandoned their son, Bucky doesn't know if introducing someone else into their lives is the best idea.
send me an emoji 🏎️💋🍼💍⚖️ and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip
Ooh ooh ooh! Oh my gosh, for the WIP weekend! ⚖️ I freaking LOVE undercover forbidden romances. 🤭
birdy my dear hiii!! 💗 an undercover forbidden romance just has so much delicious angst potential i had to give those tropes to Jake 🤭
here's a snippet of Against All Odds for you 🫶🏼
"Did you follow me out here?" You accuse, pointing a pepper spray canister in his direction, making Jake's hands go up, palms toward you in a placating gesture. He has to think quickly before you decide to spray him. And in a split second he realizes his biggest alibi is right behind you.
Jake points behind you to where his car is parked. "I was just leaving," he clarifies and when you look over your shoulder and spot his car, embarrassment floods you.
send me an emoji 🏎️💋🍼💍⚖️ and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip
hi mel 🤍 may i please have a snippet of 💍 ? i beg of you
hiii goldi!! 💞 yes you may 🫶🏼
here's a little snippet of The Wedding Planner for you 💞
You've been staring at him for far too long, haven't you?
You have, and for every second you kept checking him out, Bucky's expression grew bolder. Eyes shimmering and mouth beaming with the kind of cockiness no amount of denying could take away from him. He caught you red handed and he's loving every second of it.
"You sizing me up, sweets?"
send me an emoji 🏎️💋🍼💍⚖️ and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip
I gotta tell ya, Mel, anytime I hear you working on The Wedding Planner, my ears immediately perk up hahaha
so don't mind me being greedy and asking for something from that wip 🥹💍
Alyyyy my darling, my love, hiii 🥹💞 this is one of those wips i've been dying to finish, so i always get so excited to share anything from it 🫶🏼 it makes me so happy to know you're looking forward to this story! 🥹💕
for you, a snippet of The Wedding Planner 💗
"There's no way you're mad at me over this."
"This?" You emphasize, arms flailing as you motion to his body, "You mean the fact that you look great while only taking half an hour to get ready while it took me hours," the audacity of this man to look effortlessly hot in no time was not what you needed right now. "Yeah, sure. I'm not mad at all about that."
Bucky tries his best to bite back his smile, "You're cute when you're mad, sweets." His attempt at flattery earns him a flying pillow to the chest which he catches easily, laughing with mirth at your antics.
send me an emoji 🏎️💋🍼💍⚖️ and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip
Kate was messing around with the stereo as you turn to Yelena and give her a look that practically screams explain. Yelena puts her hands up as a surrender, using her thumb to point to Bob. "I had nothing to do with that. He came with Bob."
Alright, so you were going to kill Bob then.
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I'm trying to write but I keep getting distracted 😭 got any tips?👉🏻👈🏻
Carrot my lovely! I so get you I struggle with that too 😅 but there are a few things I do to help me!
One of the things I do is set a timer on my Ellipsus documents so that I feel like I’m racing against the clock to get things done! For some reason that helps me lock in 👩🏻💻 Writing sprints are always the best way to keep me focused.
Something else I do is I find what’s distracting me and I remove it from my area. Sometimes that means I shut off my phone and leave it somewhere else where it’ll take effort for me to have to go and get it lol
When I really can’t focus I’ll find a friend who’s also working on something and I’ll get on a call with them so we can keep each other focused and accountable 🙂↕️ I find mirroring someone helps a lot! This could also work with those study with me’s on YouTube.
A lot of times though being distracted and not focusing on one thing can also mean maybe there’s something else going on so I always like to make sure I’m good first before I sit down to write! I like to do a little bit of self care or go on a walk with my dogs to get myself in the right headspace ✨
I hope something here helps! 🫶🏼 If you ever need a writing buddy I’m here 💞
rules: send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip. You can send me more than one emoji in an ask or multiple asks! 🫶🏼
🏎️ Forgiving Bullet (part two of Taming Bullet)
racer!bucky barnes x street racer!reader
When it comes to forgiving Bucky or forgetting him, it seems like you're keen on doing neither and instead avoiding him for as long as he's in town. This becomes rather difficult, however, when he decides to befriend a few members of the Thunderbolts, ultimately making him an honorary member.
details: hurt + comfort / childhood best friends to enemies to lovers / street racing rivalries / forgiveness & healing / the truth comes to light / falling in love again / second chance romance
💋 The Art of Falling
jake seresin x reader
You've always felt like an outsider in your love life. What others make look so easy, you find difficult to do. Knowing how to flirt well enough to get the guy you like to notice you has never been your forte. And another Friday night at the Hard Deck, tipsy and unable to get over your little crush on Omaha of all people, leaves you desperately frustrated. Desperate enough to enlist the help of a certain cocky naval aviator to teach you "how to get the guy."
details: rom-com / friends to lovers / he fell first and harder / they're both javy's best friend / forced proximity / idiots in love / mutual pining / miscommunication / angsty love confession
🍼 Last First Kiss: The Reunion
executive!bucky barnes x nanny!reader
Working as an art teacher in an elementary school hardly gives you the kind of salary to pay off all your expenses. On the weekends you nanny for different families through a certified app to make enough to cover the rest of your monetary responsibilities and then some. What you don't expect to see on the app, however, is a boy—now a grown man—from your childhood looking for a nanny and a coffee date to reconnect with you.
details: childhood best friends to strangers to lovers, boss x employee, reunion romance, mutual pining, everyone can see they're in love but them, divorced!bucky, bucky being a single boy dad, lots of yearning/longing on both sides / this fic starts off the collection for these two with their fluffy reunion
💍 The Wedding Planner
personal trainer!bucky barnes x wedding planner!reader
Always the wedding planner and never the bride. Being one of the best booked and busy wedding planners in the city means you're always focused on everyone else's love story instead of your own. And when your childhood friend unexpectedly invites you to her wedding where your ex and your work rival will be at—you're scrambling to find a date to not show up alone. This is where your personal trainer and dear friend Bucky Barnes comes in to save the day to play the part of the fake boyfriend for the wedding party. What could go wrong having your crush pretend to be in love with you for the weekend? Everything.
details: fake dating / rom-com vibes / friends to lovers / silly oblivious idiots in love / mutual pining / oops there's only one bed / misunderstandings
⚖️ Against All Odds
fbi!jake seresin x reader
After a near fatal encounter on a mission, Jake decides to retire from the Navy and switch to a more grounded career. This leads him to be recruited by the FBI and move away to the other side of the country. It doesn't take long for him to start proving himself in this new line of work, so much so, that he gets offered an undercover job earlier than other recruits have. It's a simple job really, spend a few weeks in jail, get recruited into the target gang, and then gather as much intel on them as he can until the FBI decides they have enough evidence for their case and intervene.
It's supposed to be simple. This is supposed to be the kind of assignment that will get Jake a promotion. He was not supposed to fall in love with the gang leader's little sister and jeopardize the entire mission.
details: forbidden romance / undercover romance / strangers to friends to lovers / secret identity / angst that hurts just right / domestic jake / he falls first but they both fall hard
no pressure tags: @flowersforbucky @perdidosbucky-yyo @winteryn @arcane-vagabond @bees-library3 @starburstbarnes @sunday-bug @quietbluetune @w1nter-fairy @phoenix-in-writing @daystarpoet @jamesbbcrnes @juniebjonesin @littlebirdygirlywriting @vunblr @buckysdecaflove @navybrat817 & anyone else who'd like to do this 💞
Guess who’s back from their brief hiatus and giving you a milestone week of 300 lists. 😊💜 we are getting closer to the 6 year mark as well. I hope you’ve been enjoying them.
Hello everyone and welcome to my recommended reading list! I hope you will find something you will enjoy on this weeks list.
Thank you to everyone who enjoys my lists and reblogs them. Your support means the world to me. Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me.
💜 This week, I read 35 fanfics—absolutely amazing fanfics. It has been so much fun for me, and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
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I love you 3000 💜 Missy
Stolen Obsession - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Bucky's Secret - @thezombieprostitute
Waited for You - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute
Control - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
P.S. I love you - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Flowers Don't Hurt Back - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan
Just Because Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @castielscaplan
I'm Not Where You Belong - (Steve x Reader) - @callalillywrites
Messy Kisses - (Lee x Reader) - @societyfolklore
Buddy - (Bucky & Alpine) - @tarithenurse
Queen Behaviour - (Thor x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81
By The Warmth Of The Oven - (Bucky x Reader) - @elixirfromthestars
Too Much Labour - (Bucky x Reader) - @thenameswinter99
The Empty Gat - (Lee x Reader) - @thenameswinter99
Believe it, baby - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckybarnes82
Repercussions - (Steve x Reader) - @love-stucky
Lazy Golden Morning - (Thor x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81
Lean On Each Other - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
(Almost) Broadway Ready! - (Bucky x Reader) - @w1nter-fairy
Always in problems - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan
I’m just getting around to catching up on everything I missed and omg Missy, thank you so much for including me here with all these wonderful writers 🥹🩷🩷
Summary: A cozy cabin, the love of your life, and the warmth of a fire. What more could you ask for on a cold winter night?
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning(s): none. pure fluff. slight insinuation at the end. female reader.
Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> a crackling fire sets the mood
a/n: This piece is written as a standalone. However, I will link below the pairing this fic is based on in case you want to read more of them. For context, this timeline is one where Bucky made it back from the war safe and sound and is enjoying his life now that the war is over. Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡
how their love story began ♡ || fluffy winter drabbles masterlist ❆
The hum of the radio travels through the air and finds its way into the kitchen where you’re placing tonight’s dinner in the oven. A puff of hot air caresses your face as you close the oven door, the casserole dish cocooned inside by a blazing heat. You pick up the small timer from the counter and twist the dial, setting it for thirty minutes.
Now, you have to find something to do to pass the time…
You look around the unfamiliar kitchen, its rustic woodsy furnishing a cozy contrast to the one in your apartment in the city. A smile makes its way to your face as you recall how Bucky surprised you with this weekend getaway. It was after you came home from a shift at the children’s clinic—exhaustion heavy in your bones. An exhaustion he eased with a homecooked meal and a plethora of loving kisses. All leading up to the surprise of a weekend trip just for the two of you, presented to you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a handwritten note.
You started packing right away after that.
While still ruminating on the joy of the memory, you begin to tidy up the mess in the kitchen—the one left from your dinner preparations. There wasn’t much to clean up—bits of leftover ingredients here and a few prep dishes there—but at least it gives you something to do while the timer counts down in the background.
Out of the blue, a frosty air embraces you from behind. You let out a small squeal as the arms that usually radiate warmth are bitterly cold against your skin. A sharp intake of breath escaping you at the contact.
“Bucky, you’re freezing!” you say with concern and caught off guard by the piercing chill of his hands. How long had he been out in the cold?
“Not anymore,” he mutters a response as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his icy lips pressing kisses into your skin. A shiver goes down your spine as the frost on his lips melts away into a heat that you’re used to.
You twist in his arms to face him, pulling him even closer by his wool jacket to kiss the tip of his reddened nose, hoping to bring warmth back to it. Bucky grins at you with a gentle adoration, even more so when you brush off the remnants of winter from his hair and shoulders. His eyes take in your every feature like he wants to commit this moment to memory.
When it comes to you, he always does. There’s never been a moment with you he doesn’t hold dear in his heart. His time at war taught him to treasure every second he gets with those he loves most. And of course, as the love of his life, that includes you.
“I’m going to need more than that to warm up, doll,” he claims playfully, before connecting his lips to yours, pulling you flush against him by your waist. Your arms eagerly wrap around his shoulders, melting into him faster than the snow on his body does. The kiss is sweet, yet profound as if the hour spent apart had been entirely too long for the both of you.
When the kiss has restricted enough air from your lungs, you both pull away only slightly and out of breath, smiling from ear to ear. You collect yourself enough to say, “Dinner should be ready soon.” Bucky, however, has his attention elsewhere as he plants a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then your lips once more.
“Sounds. Good. Doll,” he mumbles the words between kisses that leave you in a fit of giggles. A sound that almost drowns out the grumbling of his stomach.
“Someone’s hungry.”
“Mm, chopping lumber will do that to you.”
“Chopping lumber?”
“For the fireplace. I should probably go and get it started.”
Bucky lets out an exaggerated sigh, not entirely keen on going back out into the cold night. He presses a tender kiss to the top of your head before reluctantly detaching his arms from your waist as he heads back outside. He spends the next few minutes hauling in pieces of wood into the living room where he tends to the fireplace. Meanwhile, you get the dining table ready for your dinner for two.
As you are on the brink of finishing setting up, you notice the radio gets louder—a slow song replacing the previous hum. It’s not long before Bucky comes back into the kitchen, however, this time he’s swaying slowly to the rhythm of the music. There’s a glimmer in his eyes as his hands outstretch to beckon you to him.
“Dance with me,” he says, taking hold of your hands and placing them on his shoulders. You laugh softly, looking at him with fond mirth. “Maybe later, sweetheart. Dinner’s almost ready,” you mention, glancing at the mechanical timer that would go off in a few minutes.
Bucky shakes his head, watching as your hands slide down from his shoulders, but before they can go anywhere, he swiftly intertwines them with his own. He uses this small leverage to begin coaxing you out of the kitchen and into the living room with gentle tugs. “Dinner can wait, doll. I want to dance with my best girl first,” he replies, his expression full of pleading affection.
You can never say no when he looks at you like that.
You throw the image of the timer to the back of your head and follow Bucky into the center of the living room. To your right, the fireplace crackles beautifully with bright embers, cascading the room in an amber glow. To your left, the coffee table, handcrafted in oak, is pushed up against the sofa, giving you enough space by the fireplace to dance.
Bucky’s hands find purchase at your waist as he anchors you closer. Your hands settle against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Soon your hips and his gradually sway in sync, letting the melody of the song guide you.
You hold each other close for what seems like a lifetime, the heat of the fire amplifying the warmth that radiates between you. Its flames flicker alongside you as if slow dancing themselves. The serenity of the moment forever engraves itself into your heart.
“I love you, Y/n. I can’t wait for the rest of our lives to start,” Bucky’s voice is full of devotion, bringing your left hand up to his lips to kiss the spot right where your engagement ring is. You look at him as if he hung the moon for you, “I love you too, Bucky. Forever can’t come soon enough.” Your hands snake up to wrap behind his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss, the kind that consumes as quickly as a spark catches fire. However, before the intensity can reach a boiling point, a loud ringing suddenly breaks it. The timer in the kitchen signaling whatever desires were igniting would have to be put on pause until after dinner.
“Dinners ready,” neither of you are ready to break apart when you whisper this. A beat passes and Bucky lifts your chin gently with his finger, so your gaze locks with his adoring one.
“One more kiss.”
“The casserole is going to burn.”
“Just one more?”
There he goes again with that pleading expression you can’t resist.
“You know it won’t be just one more, James Buchanan Barnes,” you point out and he lets out a hearty chuckle.
“You know me so well Mrs.Barnes-to-be.”
He kisses you again anyway—short and sweet—leaving you with a promise for more to hold onto. Your laughter mixes with his as you lead him back to the kitchen. He hugs you from behind one last time as he whispers an enticing promise into your ear.
" When it comes to you, he always does. There’s never been a moment with you he doesn’t hold dear in his heart. His time at war taught him to treasure every second he gets with those he loves most. And of course, as the love of his life, that includes you. "
Aimee my darling, I’m giving you the biggest forehead smooch for giving this little fic some love 🥹💗 This pairing means a lot to me, thank you so much for reading!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼
Go on Pinterest and type in the prompts down below. Whatever image pops up first is your image.
Prompts: color, quote, character, hobby, accessory, song lyrics, flower.
no pressure tags: @perdidosbucky-yyo @phoenix-in-writing @flowersforbucky @quietbluetune @winteryn @daystarpoet @goldiwrites @starburstbarnes & anyone else who’d like to do it 💞
Summary: You love pushing your boyfriend’s buttons. And this time, you do so with the help of a little internet prank. Having it end in a way you weren't expecting it to.
WC: 3k
Contains: smut / 18+ mdni / fluff / female reader / oral (f receiving) / overstimulation / a bit of manhandling / Jake being a menace / Jake being a sweetheart / established relationship / starts off silly before we get to the steamy parts 💗
a/n: We're going to ignore that this has been in my drafts for like ten months... 🥲 But when the bestie requests something (even if it takes me forever sorry 😭) she gets it 💗 So thank you to my beloved Mon for inspiring this 💞 Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡
top gun masterlist || main masterlist || library blog
You were pushing your luck with Jake all day and you knew it.
You know he doesn't like pranks, even the silly harmless ones. Which is of course why after seeing a silly trend online, you decided to try it out for yourself. Calling your boyfriend buddy or pal—your friend—shouldn't be too bad, right? Surely, Jake will find it funny.
Jake in fact, did not find it funny.
And you would have to face the consequences of that.
Your face is pressed against the pillow, hands gripping the sheets on either side of it like a lifeline, silent screams of pleasure between attempts at catching your breath fill the air. A few whines slip through, but it's mainly a string of incoherent babbles that causes Jake to double his efforts as he brings you to your third orgasm of the night.
How ever did you find yourself here?
It started in the early hours of the morning. While you and Jake were making breakfast, your mind wandered to a video you saw the night before. A silly prank from one of those couple pages, one where a girl decided to call her boyfriend her friend all day to film his reactions. You thought the way he reacted was cute, and it made you wonder how Jake would react. You weren't sure if you even wanted to go through with it though, it just seemed so silly. But you must have been thinking about it too much because it eventually slipped out all on its own.
“Could you open this for me?” You held out a mason jar of your favorite jam in his direction, struggling to open it. Jake turned to you, stopping his pancake flipping to help you out.
“Sure, sweetheart," he easily popped it open, "Here.”
“Thanks, buddy. You’re the best.”
Jake’s brows pinch, freezing for a second, seemingly mulling over your words before brushing them off. There was a small speaker on the kitchen counter shuffling through a mix of his and your favorite songs. The music was low enough to not be obnoxious, but loud enough to drown out some noise. Surely, that must have caused him to mishear you.
You definitely said baby, not buddy.
Jake pays no mind to whatever he thought he heard—which isn't exactly the reaction you were looking for. Before you can do anything about it, however, he gently grabs your wrist to pull you into his chest. He starts swaying to the music, hands sliding to your hips to guide you to the rhythm. He's singing along to the lyrics, some cheesy love song, causing you to smile despite yourself. The way he looks at you is no short of a man hopelessly in love.
After such a sweet morning, did you have the heart to continue your silly little prank?
Yes.
Yes you did.
When Jake comes back home from deployment, a part of him looks forward to running errands with you. It might seem strange, but domesticity is a breath of fresh air for him. The grocery shopping, visits to the post office or stops at the bank—hell even retail shopping. He looks forward to all of that with you because it's a small yet integral part of your lives that is now intertwined, and he likes that.
And after a morning that stretched into the afternoon of running errands with you, there's nothing more he'd love than a coffee.
Jake pulls up to the drive thru of a local coffee chain, one you two frequent often. He knows your order by heart and easily recites it along with his own, before he pulls up to the window to pay. You think back to this morning and the same idea pops into your head. You don't say anything at first, not until he hands you your drink.
"Aw, you remembered my order, thanks pal."
The usual smile Jake wears around you falls off his face. This time Jake definitely heard you. The radio was on way too low for him to give you that excuse.
“I’m not your pal, darlin'," he says coolly, drinking a bit of his coffee as he pulls away from the drive thru. He's trying to play it nonchalant, but you can tell by the way his jaw ticks, he knows you're up to something.
You smile at him innocently. “But you are, you're my best bud," you reply sweetly, taking a sip of your own drink as you watch him side eye you. He's still playing it calm and collected, but you know you're starting to get under his skin. The way he's swirling his drink in his hand like he's trying to process what you're saying says as much.
“You’re pal, huh?” He says it like he's giving you a chance to rectify yourself. His expression is slightly hidden under his sunglasses, and by the way he hasn't taken his eyes off the road. But you'd kill to see the look in his eyes right now.
“Mhm," you hum out simply, studying him for any kind of response. He doesn't give you one though, just nodding thoughtfully as he lowers his cup into the cup holder. That same hand, cold from his drink, snakes its way onto your thigh, exposed by the shorts you're wearing. The icy touch causes you to hiss lowly, eyes darting to the gesture and missing the way the corner of his mouth twitches in response.
He gives your thigh a slight squeeze, voice low in warning, “You do know I could get you off right here, right now, right?”
You hate the way he says it so casual like getting you off is a walk in the park for him. Which it is, but that's not the point right now. You also hate the way your body instantly reacts to him, fidgeting in your seat as your mind runs through examples of exactly how he could do it. And he catches it instantly, smirking and giving your thigh another squeeze with a bit more pressure to tease you.
Maybe he thinks by flustering you he can get you to back down or stop, but with this development in his reactions, it only makes you wonder how far you can push it—push him.
This just means the next time you choose to continue your prank has to be strategic. Enough time to make him feel safe before you throw it on him again. So for now, you'll play it safe, make him feel like you're conceding—like he's won.
You lift his hand from your thigh, intertwining your fingers and bringing it up to kiss your joined hands, almost like a silent apology. His smirk melts into a softer smile, giving you the sign that he's taken the bait. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze as if saying 'it's alright'.
Now to get him when he least expects it.
It happens at dinner. You're sitting across from each other having light conversation when it hits you. You haven't thanked Jake for cooking dinner yet.
“Thanks for cooking dinner, bud. I really appreciate it.”
He stops chewing, sea green eyes looking up from his plate to shoot you an unamused look, "Sweetheart…"
“What?”
His lips form a thin line, “Don’t play coy, you know what.”
“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you dismiss him before changing the subject. He blinks, eyes narrowing warily at the way you switched between topics so quickly. There's no way you're done just yet. You're not. In fact, you only let the conversation go on for another five minutes before you try him again.
“Could you please pass me the dressing, pal?”
That does it.
“Darlin’, I don’t think a pal would have done what I did last night,” he reminds you, taking his time with his next bite of food to keep himself composed. Oh, he shouldn't have said that.
“Mm, I don't know,” you bite on your bottom lip to stop the smile that threatens to show itself, “I’ve been with a few buddies that do that, so…”
Jake’s fork clatters as it drops onto his plate.
You shouldn’t have said that.
He leans back slowly against his chair, dinner long forgotten in front of him. His gaze travels your form, like a predator seizing up his prey. His eyes darken with heat and warning as he all but dares you, "Say that again."
A shiver of anticipation and nerves runs up your spine, more electrifying than anything. You've come this far to back down now.
“I said that I've been with a few buddies that—" He doesn't let you finish. In seconds he's up and striding toward you. When you're within reach he's hauling you over his shoulder like some barbarian. You shriek, flailing in his hold as he takes you away, yet your heart stutters with a giddiness you can't ignore.
“Jake! What are you doing?” You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he's got a tight hold on you. You barely register you're in your shared bedroom when you're tossed onto the bed. You gawk at him, but all he does is grin at you like you have no idea what's coming for you. “Reminding you exactly who I am to you."
Instantly he cages you beneath him, your rebuttal dying in your throat as he kisses you deep and feverish. That kiss a first sign of many that his patience is running thin. He wastes no time in stripping you of your clothes with expert precision, tossing them haphazardly around the room. His hands grasp at every inch of skin they can reach greedily, while yours get lost in his hair, tugging just enough to pull a deep groan from his chest.
“You and your little games," he nips at your bottom lip, shaking his head, "you enjoy riling me up too much.” It's not long before you feel the brush of his fingers against your core causing your lips to part in a needy gasp. He smirks against your mouth, feeling for himself how wet you've gotten for him. He traces a line up and down your slit with just enough pressure to have you stirring underneath him. "Not so talkative now, are we darlin'?" He mocks you with the smugness of a man who knows he's got you right where he wants you. You curse out his name which only serves to amuse him more. His lips connect with yours again, kissing you harder until its all tongue and teeth. One hand cradles the back of your head to keep the kisses deep while the other stays at your cunt. His thumb circles your clit, desperate little moans slip from your lips, and Jake greedily swallows every single one. He's kissing you like he wants to steal all the breath from your lungs until all you're breathing in is him.
It's not until your lungs beg for oxygen that he pulls away. He grins in satisfaction at your kiss swollen lips, but even more so at the way you practically whine at the loss of him. He gives you one quick chaste kiss before he starts traveling down your body. Every press of his mouth to your skin, every devout touch of his hands leave an ardent heat in its wake. Each one is full of a possessive reverence, one that only a man who knows and loves you entirely could give. It's enough to placate you until he reaches the place where you need him most.
When his mouth finally presses against your core, it's slow and torturous. He hikes up your legs, placing them over his shoulders to trap himself between your thighs—exactly where he wants to be. His tongue flicks slowly, lapping lazily, taking his sweet time exploring your cunt as if he doesn't already know every inch of it. Like he doesn't know exactly how you like it and in turn hits you in every way that leaves you wanting more.
You fist the sheets impatiently, hips bucking against his face for more friction, but the grip his hands have on your thighs holds you down. You call out his name in wanton frustration, but he elects to ignore it. His response comes in licking one long stripe up your slit until reaching your clit and mouthing at it, making your legs jerk like you're trying to get away. Jake's eyes shoot up at the action, his gaze locking with yours—dark and heady. "Stay still," he demands, voice muffled from where his lips refuse to detach themselves from your core. “I can’t—please—I can’t,” you beg in between broken breaths. You know what you're begging for, he knows what you're begging for. But he's not exactly inclined to give it to you just yet.
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You’re always so good for me," he praises you, twisting his head ever so slightly to nip at your thigh, "Are you this good for all your pals?” That last word is said with a harsher edge, with a bit of ire at the thought of anyone else having you in the way he has. You shake your head immediately, “No! No, baby. Only you.” He hums, the vibrations against your thigh making the ache between your legs worse, “What was that?” He bites down a bit harder on your skin, clearly wanting to leave a mark. And every time you try to speak up, he bites and sucks another mark into your skin, rendering you speechless as your need hits a boiling point.
"Jake!" The way you say his name makes him pause. You're on the cusp of utter ruin in the best way and he keeps depriving you of it, and you're sick of it. He chuckles, a wolfish gleam in his eye as he decides he's toyed with you long enough. He removes his mouth from your thigh, preening at what he's left behind for you to discover tomorrow. The intensity in his stare and tone is almost too much for you, “Now darlin', you be good for me, 'cause if you don’t stop moving and I have to stop what I’m doing—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow with what I'll do to you.” You swallow hard, heart racing in your chest knowing he'd make good on that promise. So you decide to listen—for now.
It really does seem like Jake is done prolonging your punishment, as the next time his mouth connects to your cunt he goes at it harder, fervently. Alternating between suckling and fucking your core with his tongue, driven by the desperate sounds falling from your lips. Eating you out like you had starved him of this all day. Giving you exactly what you need to reach the peak he has been holding you back from getting to all this time.
“That’s it darlin’, give it to me.” You barely hear him grunt out the words as your own moans ring in your ears. You come hard, one hand reaching down to tangle in his hair like you need it to ground you from the euphoria he's taken you to. But he doesn't stop there. He continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm, and then some. Not even stopping when you tug at his hair to get him away, a deep growl falling from his lips at the mix of pain and pleasure.
Jake keeps going, pulling away for a moment only to readjust his position to allow two of his fingers to enter you. He pumps them inside you at a rhythm that drives you crazy, crying out in want. He curls them just right, hitting the spot that makes you see stars, lips sealing around your bundle of nerves and sucking hard. His free hand slides up your body to palm at your breast, stimulating you even further until you can't seem to form any thoughts. At this point, you're riding his face shamelessly, driven by pure desire.
You come a second time, covering his face in your essence. Mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as you're positively overwhelmed by everything you're feeling. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes, you're buzzing with an all consuming bliss. Jake finally decides to take a bit of mercy on you. He laps at you softly, easing you from your climax in a gentler manner than before. Dropping whispers of praises into your skin of how good you were for him and how much he loves you.
“You made a mess, baby. Look at you,” he groans in utter want, staring at how soaked you've left his hand and sheets beneath you. He's suddenly aware at how painfully hard his dick is straining against his pants. He's honestly surprised he didn't come undone with how badly you have him worked up.
Jake's clothes suddenly start feeling stuffy, so he reluctantly removes himself from you to get rid of his shirt. Even in your post orgasm haze you find yourself shakily sitting up, hands reaching out to help him remove his belt. He chuckles in disbelief at your readiness to keep going, hooded eyes looking up at him, tempting him to go all the way. But when your hands reach for the button on his pants he stops you. You frown at him, a pout starting to form that he swipes away with a soft brush of his thumb. He cups your face with both hands, your own landing on his bare chest, golden skin beneath your finger tips as he pulls you in for another kiss.
But this time its different. It's searing, full of worship. He holds you against him like only you matter. Like you need to understand this had nothing to do with your silly little prank, and all to do with something he needed to prove.
When the kiss breaks, he's staring at you affectionately, but there's a seriousness to his gaze that pins you in place. “I’m not your buddy, bud, pal—none of that. I’m yours. And I’m gonna remind you of that all night, darlin’.” He whispers a promise full of devotion and heat before falling back onto the bed and pulling you with him. You know when Jake's determination has taken a hold of him there's nothing that can stop him.
You're about to have a long night indeed.
a/n: Once again, comments and reblogs are so appreciated my lovelies! ♡♡♡
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