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When I'm Done With You [Bob Floyd x Reader]

Gif cred: @delopsia

A Bob Floyd frat AU

Summary: At a fraternity mixer, you lose your (admittedly shitty) boyfriend in the crowd. That’s when Bob Floyd, president of Alpha Tau and your boyfriend’s personal nemesis, finds you and decides to make you his.

Pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

Warnings: Cursing, fraternities, SMUT, gambling

WC: 5.5K

A/N: This was entirely written because of the new Lew frat photos. I have no self control. We are sluts in this household for Lewis Pullman.

“Say it,” he demanded. Bob’s eyes were dark, his fingers rough against the delicate skin of your chin as he tipped your gaze toward his.

His voice was low and hoarse and it forced a crop of goosebumps up and down your bare arms, and the exposed flesh of your thighs.

“Say it,” Bob repeated and you squeezed your legs together, mouth hanging open as he slipped a thumb inside, pad of his finger pressing down softly against your wet tongue. You instinctively closed your lips around the digit, sucking loudly, and Bob’s blue eyes grew darker.

He removed his thumb, sliding the saliva over your cheek as his hand gripped the back of your neck tightly. The beat of the music in the house mixed with your rapid heartbeat and you were pulsating from the inside out.

Bob stood, waiting, his long hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you condescendingly, the popped collar of his button down shirt nudging against the curling edges.

“Fuck me, daddy,” you whispered and his lips pulled back in a smirk. A Cheshire Cat grin.

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” you moaned, stepping closer, brushing your body against him, desperate for his touch.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he said.

“You.”

“That’s right,” Bob said and you couldn’t help but lean forward, your pelvis aching for him even though you had no idea what he would feel like inside of you. All you knew in that moment was how all-consuming the idea of Bob fucking you was. “You belong to me. Not him, me. You’re all mine.”

You nodded weakly and Bob leaned down, ghosting his lips over yours.

“When I’m done with you,” he whispered, “tell your boyfriend I say hi.”

*One Day Before*

“Get in, we’re going to be late.”

You sighed, sliding across the hot leather seat as Seth reached over and yanked the door shut before dropping the Jeep into gear and peeling off before you could even get your seatbelt on. “Fuck,” you groaned. “Relax, we’re like two minutes early still.”

“Would be earlier if you could learn how to read a clock.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look out the window. Campus flew by as Seth skidded down the road before pulling over in front of the Sigma Chi house. “It’s just a stupid meeting,” you said as he shoved the car into park.

Seth’s eyes burned as he turned to you. “I’m the president, Y/N. How would it look if the president didn’t show up on time?”

“You’re the president of a fraternity,” you huffed, dropping down onto the gravel driveway and slamming the door shut, “not the president of the United States.”

Seth tossed a dirty look over his shoulder as he jogged up the stairs, pulling open the double wood doors to reveal the house’s imposing front room. At the far end, directly within your sight, was a stone fireplace so tall you could stand under it, like a medieval ballroom. Or maybe it was the long hallway of framed composite photographs of former fraternity council members lining the walls that gave off the castle vibes. Either way, you always noticed a chill in the air the moment you entered the Sigma Chi house, even on a sweltering day.

Today was no different.

Seth strode through the wide room toward the staircase. “Babe!” he called out. “I’ll be back in thirty.”

You nodded but he had already rounded the corner, descending the stairs to the basement. You shivered at the thought, instead shaking your head and making your way across the room toward the door at the far end which led out to the side yard where a small garden with chairs sat facing both the back and the road in front of the house.

Sometimes, especially on a day like today, you wondered why you were with Seth at all. It wasn’t the fraternity thing. Some girls swooned over frat guys. But the parties, once you stripped away the veneer of loud music and dark lighting, were more disgusting than you could ever imagine. And only someone who had witnessed the space first-hand the day after, drinking coffee while watching pledges scrub vomit and caked in dirt and rivulets of beer from the wooden floors, could attest to that fact.

It wasn’t that he was particularly charming or nice. It wasn’t that he was all together handsome, although you supposed he was decently good in bed.

Perhaps it was the fact that you just didn’t want to be alone. Being with Seth was the perfect amount of commitment. He was busy half of the week with fraternity business, and there was always somewhere to go on the weekends.

He was a safety blanket.

You sat perched on an adirondack chair, a pair of sunglasses slipped over your eyes, turning your head when you heard a few voices coming from near the front of the house. Squinting, you spotted a gaggle of guys walking down the sidewalk. They weren’t stopping, so they definitely weren’t Sigma Chi.

Upon closer inspection, you recognized a few of them. Namely, Bob Floyd. President of Alpha Tau.

And Seth’s personal rival.

The two of them had gone head-to-head in more ways than you could count. In the economics department last semester for a research fellowship.

Bob had won.

At the spring fraternity wrestling contest.

Seth had somehow beaten Bob, but only after several rounds of close calls on both sides.

Seth had made it crystal clear that Bob Floyd was not someone you were allowed to speak to. So when Bob stopped, his gaze locked on yours, your breath caught in your throat. You opened your mouth, as if to call out to him, but words died in your throat. He lifted up his sunglasses and winked, before taking off down the road, falling seamlessly back into conversation with his friends as if nothing had even happened.

You couldn’t explain why. But you felt your pulse quicken, an ache developing in your pelvis. You shook your head.

Bob Floyd was the very last person who should make you feel this way.

***

You turned in the mirror, examining your short dress. “Are you sure this looks OK?”

Annie nodded from where she sat on your bed. “You look perfect. Going to make those frat boys lose their minds.”

You rolled your eyes and smoothed your hands over the silky fabric, adjusting the skinny straps. “Are the shoes too much?” You wiggled your ankles and the stilettos you had on.

“You know you’re fifteen times hotter than Seth, right?” Annie said and you looked up with a gasp. “Oh, don’t give me that. He’s kind of a tool and we both know it.”

Annie had been your roommate for two years and she’d seen everything unfold with Seth. From the first time the two of you met at a party to the first time he broke your heart and you took him back.

To say she wasn’t a fan was an understatement.

You leaned down, filling your purse. “You should come tonight,” you said. “It could be fun.”

“Absolutely not.” Annie jumped up and strode to the door. “But call me when shit hits the fan, OK? I’ll come pick you up.”

You smiled. “Love you.”

Once she was gone, you looked at your reflection in the mirror one more time. A part of you was dreading tonight. The annual frat mixer, where fraternity brothers from all of the different chapters mingled together on Greek Row. Tonight’s party was going to be hosted by two neighboring houses: the Delta Kappa Epsilons and the Alpha Taus.

You grabbed your purse and headed for the front door, calling an Uber. Seth had claimed he was too busy to swing by and pick you up for the party.

Just to torture him, before you left you reached down, slipping off your black thong and flinging it into the corner pile of laundry. You pulled out your phone and texted Seth.

See you in a few, you wrote. PS — I’m not wearing any underwear.

***

By the time you got to Greek Row, you could feel a bubble of anxiety building in your chest. Events like this always made you tense up. Before Seth, you hadn’t stepped foot near a fraternity. It still wasn’t your vibe, but you had become somewhat acclimated to Greek life.

You pulled out your phone after stepping out of the Uber. No text. Sighing, you made your way down the sidewalk toward the DKE house.

It was already bustling, and through the large glass windows at the front you could see people already filling up the house, the lights turned down, the music turned all the way up.

Stepping up to the door, it swung open before you could even knock. The boy in a bow tie and jacket smiled at you. “Come on in.” He recognized you. That was one thing: you were Seth Landon’s girl. You were untouchable. There was almost a secret club, the girlfriends of fraternity presidents. You were protected and watched.

Wandering through the rooms of the house, your eyes flitted around for Seth. Everywhere you looked there were couples and stray frat guys, drinking and vaping. It felt oddly civil, considering some of them were mortal enemies.

You made it through the whole house with no sign of Seth and no text. He hadn’t even read your original message. He was the only person you knew under the age of forty with read receipt on.

Sighing, you filed out of the house and down the stairs, shaking your head and making your way over to the Alpha Tau house. Their house was darker, all wooden beams and imposing brass knocker. Again, the door swung open before you could reach up to knock, another frat lackey recognizing you and letting you in.

“Have you seen Seth Landon?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Sorry. Check the back, I know a poker game is starting up.”

You groaned. If there was one thing you knew was Seth’s downfall, it was gambling. He’d bet on anything.

Slowly, this house was more crowded than the DKE one, you stumbled down the halls toward the back. At one point the crowd was too thick, and you cut over through a small hallway near the staircase. You stopped, back to the wall, looking down at your phone, checking again for a message, when an arm came out, hand pressed against the wall behind your head.

You looked up.

Bob Floyd stared down at you. Unlike most of the other guys, he had foregone a blazer. Instead, he wore a blue button up with the collar popped, a pair of khakis molded against his round ass, a needlepoint belt holding in his trim waist. He had a large silver watch on the wrist of the arm next to your head and his blue eyes bore into yours. “Lost, baby girl?” he asked, his voice thick.

You narrowed your eyes. “No. And I’m not your baby girl.”

His free hand rubbed against his mouth and you watched as the veins in his hands and forearms buldged. When he pulled it away, his lips pulled back in a wide grin. “Trust me, I know. You’re Seth Landon’s girl.”

“If you know that, why are you here?” you whispered. “He’d kill you if he saw you talking to me.”

Bob leaned in closer until he was practically caging you against the wall. “I’m not scared of that jackass,” he said.

Your eyes met his. Bob ran his tongue over his pink lower lip. You didn’t even care to look around and see if others had spotted you and Bob in the narrow hallway. For some reason, standing there with Bob, not touching, was the singular hottest thing you had experienced in months, maybe years.

He leaned down, tracing your jaw with one finger and you found yourself mewling at his touch. He grinned. “Sensitive, aren’t you?”

Your eyes went wide as you remembered where you were. Who you were with. More specifically, who you weren’t with. Your boyfriend.

Bob took a step back, lifting his hand from your face, but the ghost of his touch lingered. He slipped his hand into his pants pocket, tilting his head to the left. “Landon’s that way,” he murmured.

You nodded, hiking your purse higher onto your shoulder, your legs like gelatine beneath you.

“Baby girl?” he asked. “Come find me when you’re done with that tool. I’ll be upstairs, second floor.”

And then he disappeared, out through the end of the narrow hallway. The minute Bob turned around the corner, air rushed back into your lungs. You pressed one hand to your chest and found that you were trembling.

A couple burst through the door at the end of the hall and you jerked your head, watching as they flitted past you. You took a deep breath, pushing yourself off of the wall and heading toward the back of the house and the poker session the guy at the door had told you about.

It was little surprise that you found Seth sitting at a legitimate poker table, green felt top littered with chips and cards, Seth’s tanned face pinched as he examined the cards in his hands. He tossed in a stack of red chips and let out a grunt when the dealer dropped a two of hearts on the table as the last of five cards. “Fuck!” he said, tossing in his cards. “I’m out.” He looked up and spotted you. “Hey baby, come here.”

You stepped forward and he pulled you onto his lap. His thigh was angular and uncomfortable, his hands were too warm, bordering on sweaty, and he smelled like a pack of Marlboros. “You were supposed to wait for me,” you complained.

His face darkened. “I was busy, Y/N. I have responsibilities.” He looked at the table before nudging you off of him with one hand. “Gotta finish this round, babe. Grab a drink, I’ll come find you.”

“I want to leave,” you said, arms crossed over your chest.

Seth didn’t even look up. “We’re not going.” The five other guys at the table looked up with grins. One let out a low whistle.

You held your ground. “You didn’t even pick me up. You made me chase you through both houses. I’m tired of this.”

“Then leave,” Seth said, his eyes never deviating from the cards in front of his face.

You were seething. The air was thick and tense around the card table as everyone waited for your response. You shrugged. “Fine. Fuck you, Seth.”

Another low whistle. A few heads turned. Seth still refused to face you. “You’re being childish, Y/N,” he said calmly. “Have a beer, chill out. I’ll find you after the game.”

“No, you won’t,” you hissed. “Have a good life.” You peered over his shoulder and then at the cards on the table. “By the way, he’s got a busted straight.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He tossed his cards down in fury, eyes blazing. “What the fuck!”

But you were already halfway out the door, trailing down the darkened hallway, toward the staircase. You sucked in a breath and climbed the wooden stairs, your heart pounding.

All you knew was that you had to find Bob. Your anger was making your head spin. You turned at the top of the stairs, looking both ways before peering out over the railing, legs shaking. After two years, you thought there would be tears. At least some kind of sadness. But you felt nothing for Seth.

Only anger.

You swiveled around, starting down one dark hallway. Everywhere you looked it was wood paneled. Imposing. Borderline threatening. You wandered all the way down the hallway, passing a slew of closed doors, before finding a door at the end of the hallway that was ajar, warm light seeping in through the crack.

Softly, you nudged it open to reveal Bob Floyd standing in front of a massive fireplace, one forearm resting against the mantle which held a large framed frat composite from that year’s class.

And even though your steps were silent, he heard you. “How did I know you’d come looking for me?” he said before turning around, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up and crossing his arms over his broad chest.

You lingered by the doorway. Stepping inside further would only seal your fate.

Bob’s gaze never left you. Several moments passed, just the two of you in the study, before you finally stepped forward, closing the door behind you.

You had just signed away Seth in a single movement.

Bob crossed the expanse of the room in a few long strides. For perhaps the first time you looked at him, really looked at him. You had spent so long avoiding Bob because of Seth’s hatred toward him. But somewhere deep down you knew why Seth hated him so much. Because Bob was better. Smarter, smoother, more charming. He was everything Seth wanted to be and couldn’t.

He walked you backward until your back was pressed against the supple leather arm of a dimpled couch that sat in front of the wide wooden hearth. You felt the clammy coolness of the leather stick to your bare skin.

“What do you want?” he asked, voice slow. Deliberate. “Tell me what you want.”

You shook your head, denying him. It felt good. For the first time in a long time you were striking out on your own. Seth couldn’t put you down or keep you boxed in.

Bob didn’t want to hold you back. He didn’t want to tame you. What you didn’t know was that while you had been avoiding him, he had been seeking you out. Watching as you made your way through the dining hall, eyes combing the long tables for Seth, glazing over him entirely. What you hadn’t seen was the way Bob’s body pulsated when you were closer, like an alarm that only he could hear.

You had decided five minutes ago that you wanted Bob. He had decided two years ago that he was going to make you his.

“Say it,” he demanded.

You parted your mouth, letting him slip his thick thumb against your tongue as you tasted him, sucking greedily. He slid his finger out from your puckered mouth, across your face, grabbing your neck, drawing you closer.

What you thought was condescension crossed his eyes. But it was lust. It was pure, unadulterated lust and excitement.

“Fuck me, daddy,” you murmurred and Bob grinned. He hardened in his khakis as you begged him.

Bob reached down, sliding one arm around your waist, pulling you in tightly as his lips descended on yours, ravishing you, moving off of your mouth onto your neck as you cried out in pleasure, his fingertips squeezing your waist, desperate for you. Before you could even moan his name, Bob spun you around until your hands came out to hold you up from against the couch as he pressed, hard, on your back, sending you curled, face-down, onto the dark leather.

He sank to his knees, shoving up the short hem of your dress, practically combusting when he saw you were naked beneath it.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling out a hand and smacking your round ass cheek, hard. You cried out. “Do you want more?” he asked and even though he was rough, you knew that he would stop if you wanted him to.

You buried your head against the cool leather. “Yes, daddy.”

Bob pulled his hand back, landing it again on your soft skin, eliciting a groan from you as you instinctively wiggled away, digging your bare core against the curved arm of the couch. He lurched forward, pressing his soft lips to your ass cheek, nipping at the flesh softly as his hand nudged your knees further apart until you were spread wide for him. “Good girl,” he murmured, tracing his hands over your bare thighs. “Now tell me what you want.”

“You.” It came out broken but Bob knew exactly what you meant. His hands migrated up your thighs until his thumbs were spreading you apart, your slick juices already starting to drip down his digits as he shoved his face between your legs, tongue nudging your entrance as you gasped against the couch. “Oh!”

Bob pressed forward, his tongue coming out to lick your folds as his fingers gripped you tightly, holding your trembling legs apart. “Be still,” he commanded as you whined against the couch before reaching up and pressing one thick finger into your throbbing cunt, a scream echoing through the room as you adjusted to him. Bob immediately began to thrust his finger in and out of your tight pussy before pulling out entirely.

Just as you were about to whine at the loss of contact, you felt his hands on your waist, dragging you up and spinning you around. Bob dropped back down to his knees, pushing your dress up to your hips, yanking you forward until you were teetering on the edge of the couch arm.

“Come here,” he whispered gruffly and your head fell back in a moan as Bob licked up your folds, tongue dancing along the nub of your clit instantly.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it,” he murmured, sucking your clit harshly before driving two fingers this time into your squelching pussy. “Fuck yes.” Bob curled his fingers inside of you, your spongy walls gripping him tightly as his tongue slid in tight circles around your clit until you were wiggling, whining, moaning above him, your legs shaking where you stood with your stilettos pressed against the ground.

“Bob!”

His name on your lips set Bob on fire. He pressed inside of you deeper, sucking tightly on your clit until you were coming on his fingers and face, screaming his name.

Bob drove you into overstimulation, unable to tear himself away from between your legs until your fingers were threading themselves into his long hair, a string of begs falling from your lips. “Please, please, please, fuck it’s too much.” Finally, he lifted his head, mouth slick with your juices, rubbing at his lips with the back of his hand. You remained on the edge of the couch arm, legs spread open, pussy on display, as Bob stood, wrapping one hand around your neck. “Always knew you’d like my mouth on your pussy,” he murmured and you blushed.

Before you could object, Bob had his arm around your waist, tugging down your dress, hand on your hips, guiding you toward the door. You looked back at him over your shoulder and he nodded reassuringly.

“My room’s across the hall,” he said, voice low. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

And then the two of you were locked in his bedroom. It was a near clone of the room you had just been in, but with a bed against the far wall instead of a couch and fireplace.

You turned to face Bob. His eyes watched you carefully.

Bob reached out, both hands grabbing your waist, dragging you closer until the two of you were only millimeters apart. “Bob?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you doing this just because of how much you hate Seth?”

“Are you?”

You didn’t know. So instead you trailed your hands down to his belt and Bob’s eyes widened, but he remained silent.

Silent as you unfastened his belt, fingers reaching for his zippered fly, feeling how hard he was already beneath his khakis.

Silent as you eased his pants down his legs, kneeling at his feet, coming face-to-face with his barely covered cock as he bulged against the tight fabric of his boxers.

Silent as you yanked the waistband of his boxer briefs down, gasping as his long, thick cock sprang to attention, practically hitting you in the face. You hesitated. “Are you going to suck my cock, baby?” he asked mockingly.

To Bob’s surprise you leaned forward, one hand reaching out and cupping the base of his cock, your mouth immediately surrounding his length until you could feel the tip of him bashing against your throat as you choked on him.

“Fuck,” Bob murmurred, fingers grabbing your hair, yanking you backward. You looked up at him expectantly and he almost growled. “Suck me good,” he whispered, “and I’ll fuck you like the little slut I know you think you are.”

You moaned, licking your lips before diving back in, bobbing up and down along his length, using your hands to grip his base, twisting up and down as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in.

Above you, Bob closed his eyes, using his hands to surround your head as he fucked into your face, causing you to moan and pushing saliva out of your mouth down the edges of your lips, tears springing to your eyes as he pushed his cock further into your throat and you gagged. “Taking me so well,” he murmured, looking down at you at his feet. “Fuck, look at you. A fucking mess.”

You whimpered on his length and Bob drove himself faster into your mouth, both hands pressed against your scalp as he thrust his hips toward your face, your nose buried in his pubic hair until he could feel himself coming undone.

“Shit, fuck, yes!” he cried as he shot thick ropes of cum into the back of your throat, spilling down your throat and filling your mouth, seeping out the corners as he looked down, thrusting one last time into your mouth until you were gagging around him, mouth full.

He pulled out of you and you swallowed harshly. Bob reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb beneath your eyes, wiping away the tears that had gathered there. He reached out a hand, helping you to your feet.

“Take off your clothes.” It was a demand, not a request. You shed your dress quickly, stepping out of it and standing naked in front of Bob.

His eyes slowly worked their way down, from the top of your head to your feet in the stilettos.

“Shoes.”

You kicked them off. Bob pushed away his pants, slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt desire bubble up inside of you as he shrugged out of his shirt, dropping it onto the ground, reaching out and laying you back onto the bed.

Bob suctioned his lips to your neck, slotting himself between your legs, your ankles crossing over behind his perfect ass and you could feel him, hard again, against your inner thigh as you rolled your hips up toward him.

He kissed down the column of your throat, landing on your breast, sucking the nipple between his teeth as you whimpered.

“So fucking desperate,” he muttered. “It’s like you’ve never been fucked before. Landon probably has a tiny dick, doesn’t he? Never made you feel anything.”

“Don’t talk about him,” you groaned, trying not to lose your focus as Bob skimmed his hips against yours, dragging his fat cock over your folds as you clutched his arms. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Bob pulled back, eyes hard. “Did you just tell me to shut up?”

“Yes?”

He reached out one hand, cupping your jaw gently. “Baby, I'm only going to tell you once. In here, you’re mine, you understand? You do what I say, unless you want out.”

You throbbed between your legs. “Yes daddy.”

He nodded. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and face the headboard.”

You did as you were told. Bob positioned himself between you, fingers raking down your back from your shoulders to your waist before dipping down and circling your clit. You let out a sharp whine as he spread your folds apart, nudging your legs wider, settling behind you. There was the distinct sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open and then you felt Bob nudge at your entrance.

Bob leaned forward, pushing the thick head of his cock inside of you, and you moaned. He kissed your back along your spine as he slid deeper inside your tight cunt, stretching you open. Bob reached down, grabbing your waist, forcing himself in further until he let out a deep moan as he pressed the last inch inside, filling you completely, threatening to break you apart.

You whimpered as he pulled back, slamming his hips forward, filling you to the breaking point. “Bob!”

“Right here baby girl,” he mumbled. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You let out a sharp cry as he pounded into you. Bob’s large hands pulled you upright, one arm wrapped around your chest, hand firmly holding your breast.

“Look up,” he demanded and when you did your eyes widened. Above the headboard was a large mirror. You watched as Bob’s eyes followed yours while he fucked up into you from behind, his free hand reaching down and toying with your cunt.

You moaned, shutting your eyes, and Bob slapped your clit harshly.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded and you did as you were told. “Watch me while I fuck you.”

You watched, mouth open, as Bob filled you repeatedly, his moans filling your ear as he panted, fingers squeezing your nipple, thumb digging into your clit in sharp circles as he thrust into you. “I’m going to come,” you groaned and Bob’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as you shuddered around him.

You slumped back against him and Bob laid you down gently onto the bed before reaching down and digging your head into the mattress, one hand on the back of your head as he sped up his hips, plunging his thick cock into you as you screamed for him, legs shaking from the remnants of your orgasm. “Fuck!” he shouted, pulling out of you and rolling you over, ripping off the condom and pumping his length twice before shooting more cum all over your bare tits, letting it drip off of his softening cock onto your drenched cunt as you laid beneath him, trembling.

Bob tossed the condom out, reaching down and scooping up the white cum from your stomach. He held out his finger near your mouth and instinctively you opened it, letting him push the spend against your tongue. He groaned watching you swallow, tits covered in sticky semen.

“If you want to clean up,” he said, tilting his head toward the bathroom.

When you returned, you frowned. “What is that?”

“A shirt.” Bob stood, holding it out and helping you pull it on. It fell to mid-thigh and he slowly buttoned the two middle buttons.

“What about my dress?” you murmured.

“You don’t need it for what I have planned,” Bob said, pulling you down onto his lap, his fingers tight against your neck.

***

The next morning, you woke up sore and exhausted.

Bob lent you a jacket and the two of you descended the stairs with his jacket draped over your shoulders. On the first floor of the house, pledges were scrubbing the floors and the walls, cleaning up empty beer cans, and mopping the kitchen.

Bob’s hand was warm on your waist as he guided you through the house. “Let me drive you home,” he murmured and you nodded.

Once he pulled his Range Rover up to your apartment, you jumped out and to your surprise, Bob got out too, crossing around the front of the car, closing the door behind you. He opened his mouth just as the two of you heard a voice from over your shoulder.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Seth stood up from where he had been half asleep on your front stoop. His tanned face was pinched and red. Instinctively, Bob reached out, half hiding you behind him, one hand protectively on your waist.

“Get your hands off my girl right fucking now, Floyd,” Seth seethed, “or I will punch your lights out.”

“Would love to see you try, asshole.”

Seth stepped forward but Bob still had four inches on him. He was angry and practically buzzing whereas Bob was calm and cool.

Seth peered around Bob the best he could.

“Where the fuck were you?” he demanded. “With him? You fucking whore.”

Bob’s fist came out so fast you didn’t even have time to think. One second the three of you were standing in the early morning sun and the next minute Seth was on the grass, writhing in pain, blood spurting out of his nose as Bob shook out his hand.

“Fuck! What the fuck dude?”

“Don’t speak to her like that.” Bob’s voice was eerily level. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go fuck your girlfriend for the fifth time this morning.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you toward your apartment, the two of you stepping directly over Seth’s prostrate body.

Bob waited for you to open the door to your apartment before shutting it tight and locking it, swiveling you around until your back was pressed against the door. His dark eyes bore into yours. “You’re mine now,” he whispered gruffly.

You nodded. You were his.

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staysluttymyfriends97 · 1 year

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Hello lovely’s!!! Sorry i disappeared! Writers block hit me so hard I wanted to scream every time I start to write something.

Anyways that’s not really what this post is about!

I have a idea!! But… i don’t know who to write it about! So i am needing a little help. I want to do a dads best friend one shot but i don’t know how are main man should be.

So here are our options!!

Steve rogers

The beautiful Bucky Barns

Henry Cavill (i mean, love of my life)

The sexy ass man who will not give me a day of peace, Hangman

Last but never least! Dean Winchester!

Please comment what y’all are in the mood for! Even if you have suggestions for something else, let your girl know. I want to write so bad but nothing is giving me that ✨feeling✨ to write but the dads best friend might!!

I love you all, thank you in advance for the help

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I saw this on Twitter and couldn’t help but feel called out👀😂

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Robert “Bob” Floyd is a pleasure!dom… there i said it!!! No i will not be taking questions at this time

TOP GUN: MAVERICK | Robert "Bob" Floyd & Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

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This is beautiful!! Little space is done so well!! I love it

intimate moments

Henry Cavill x curly hair reader

Gif credit to: @demivampirew

Summary: Henry was away for a long time but now, you were finally back together again. When Henry felt clingy, he would help you with everything. Even learning how to maintain your curls while he slowly helped you going into little space.

Warnings: dd/lg. reader calls Henry daddy and Henry calls himself daddy. Pet names, very quick mention of trust issues, if you squeeze abandonment issues, body pains and discomfort from the cold, LOTS OF FLUFF

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It was date night for you and Henry in weeks. He’s been away filming for Enola and this would be the first date night after that. He knew how lonely you got when he was away and even though he showered you in plushies, they weren’t him.

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I’m happy the plot twist was a surprise! This has been my favorite chapter to write

The love of my life part 4 (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin X reader

Things you need to know: If you though you hated Blake before you are really not going to like him now. Roster being a good friend and looking out for Jake’s girl. Also Jake coming back with some lovely new information.

warning: A few fucks are dropped and well 18+

AN: Holy Fuck… That all I got. Well That and THANK YOU! Thank you so much for the love you are showing this. There is going to be one more part I don’t really know what I am going to do with it yet but have not fear I will work it out haha.

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The love of my life part 4 (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin X reader

warning: A few fucks are dropped and well 18+

AN: Holy Fuck... That all I got. Well That and THANK YOU! Thank you so much for the love you are showing this. There is going to be one more part I don’t really know what I am going to do with it yet but have not fear I will work it out haha.

I make my way down the path of the Seresin house to get back to the main barnyard. I'm trying to move as fast as I can without running. I know I’m running away from everybody but I don’t want them to know that. I make it only to the gravel when I hear my name being called from the front porch. I look up to the sky asking God why he is testing me today. I turn back around to be face to face with Kate.

“Where are you running off too?” She crosses her arms over her chest. I know she wants to have that little chat about Jake now but I will have to keep to my word of having it tonight.

“I remembered that we had hay come in yesterday and it wasn’t stacked. So I was going to do that.” She just raised an eyebrow at me. “We can talk later, I promise. Go flirt with Bob you won't even know I am gone.” I tell her with a laugh. My statement about Bob made her blush. Oh so she really does like him.

“Not what I came to tell you but I’m happy you didn’t forget about that,” I wanted to tell her it has only been an hour since I told her but she just cotunes on,” Family dinner is being moved to tonight. I wanted to let you know so you have time to get ready.” She then turns me around and pushes me in the direction I was originally going in. I call to her over my shoulder telling her I love her. She says it back then heads back into the house.

Can anyone in this family show up when they are supposed to? I didn’t need a family dinner today. I wanted a day to wrap my head around me and Jake before I had to see the rest of his family. On top of that I would have to act like everything was okay. The other 2 Seresin sisters could smell problems and they were going to address it in front of everyone. That would then bring my mom in, I was not ready for that.

When I make it to the hay barn I see that the door is already open. I knot my eyebrows together. My father and Jackson wouldn’t have started without me. I walk in only to see Blake by himself throw bales. I try to make my way out without being seen. I totally forgot about Blake being here. I mean I even walked by his truck and forgot he was here.

I have only one foot out the frame of the door when I hear him call my name. I look up gathering myself before I turn on my heels to face him. He was shirtless. Man did he think he was hot shit.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a cocky smile on his face.

“Personly I think it is stupid to be throwing bales while shirtless but, who am I?” I tell him as I cross my arms over my chest.

“I will call you later when I get itchy, baby.” I wanted to throw up. His self confidence alone was suffocating but when he added words to it, it was made worse.

“What saddens me is you 100% believe that line would work.” I sigh.

“It does work.” He argues.

“Not on me.” I frown down at my boots.

“Jake’s not here baby. You can act like you like me again.” Oh this man does not know when to stop.

“You say the word “again” like I have ever liked you.”

“I know you do.” He smirks.

“That is very wrong. You have been a pain in my ass since you started here. That's not even mentioning high school.”

This made him stop what he was doing. He turned and then started to walk towards me. This made me uneasy. I have never been alone with him and I am now remembering why. Even though I don’t believe he would do anything bad, when you tell someone you don’t like them but they just keep coming? It makes you uneasy.

He stopped when he got about a foot from me. He rests his hands on his hips.

“Why do you do this? Fight me so hard. I am the only guy in this town, hell this county, who isn’t scared of your little attack dog. I am the only guy who still wants you.” I take a few steps back from him.

“What the fuck do you want? A medal? Way to go! You’re crushing on someone that you know doesn’t like you back.” I snap.

I saw something in him switch. His smile almost became evil.

“Could say the same to you.”

“Pardon me?” I ask.

“On come on. Your little crush on Jake. Everyone knows and it is the most pathetic thing I have ever seen.” He taunts.

If he said something like that to me yesterday I would have been crushed. For the first time today I am thankful for the information I have been given. Without it I would have been too heartbroken to speak.

“Wow, that’s a lot of confidence you have when he is not around. You know he would lay you flat on your ass for that.” I state.

“How many pity fucks has he given you? One or two?”

I can see him taking joy in the words he is saying. I can see the fire in his eyes. It is sad how happy I am that I can feel his little crush on me going away. He just keeps pushing. Every step he takes forward I match it by going back.

“Has to be at least one. No one should hold onto a crush like that without some type of action.” He says nonchalantly.

I try to tune out his words. I try not to think about the fact the only thing I have ever gotten from Jake was a kiss. I was 10 and I begged him to be my first kiss. He gave me the quickest peck on the lips and we never talked about it again.

I can’t hear what else he is saying as I think about the fact that kiss is going to be the only one I ever get from him. That alone could make me cry.

I stop moving when my back hits something hard. I reached my hand up only to feel a person. I turn my head to see Roster. I look back to Blake to see his eyes about to pop out of his head.

“So, what's going on here?” Roster asked as he moved from behind me to my side. He was standing just like Jake was earlier. Although he doesn’t look nearly as pissed as Jake did.

“Nothing man. Just having a chat.” Blake sounded nervous. Good.

“Don’t act like I didn’t hear every fucking word you said to her”, He moves to be right in Blake’s face, “I think you should fuck off now.” Blake looked like he was about to take a swing at him but Roster just raised an eyebrow. I let out the breath I seemed to be holding as Blake stormed his way out. I turned to Roster to say thank you but he just waved me off. Thinking the conversation is over before it even starts I walk farther into the barn to start on the task Blake abandoned.

“That is the biggest dickhead I have ever seen.” Roster tells me as he starts to follow me into the hay barn. “That says a lot because I fly with Hangman.” He chuckles.

I turn my body to fully face him. How can he say that about Jake? He then raises his hands to defense, still laughing

.”I’m sorry I said that wrong. Jake is a lovely man, a good friend to me. Hangman, the cockiest man I have ever met. I mean, with good reason, he did save my life.”

I can say confidently that I have never met ‘Hangman’. Jake would say he hopes I never do. If you have to create an alter ego for yourself to fly I say go for it. When you are working with something that one wrong move could get you killed, do what you must. Even more so because Hangman always brings Jake back to me.

“Mine as well.” I tell him as I turn back around to throw a bale onto the stack it needed to go on.

“Oh there is a story there.” He says as he comes to my side repeating the action I just did.

I continue to throw the bales as I tell him the story. “I was nine. I got into one of the wild horse pins. I was trying to have one of the moments you see in movies. You know where the girl tames the wild house just by looking at them.” I turn back to look at Roster, who is already cracking a smile.

“Listen, I know it wasn’t the smartest idea but I thought I could do it. Anyways I just got under the fence when I heard Jake yell my name. When I turned to look at him I didn’t see the horse coming right at me. Before I knew what was happening Jake slid under to get me. He rolled us back out. When I looked back over the horse had stomped its hooves down right where I was.” I look back at him again this time he has a wide smile on his face.

“I bet he chewed your ass out for that one.” He grinned.

This made me stop altogether. I just look at the ground at my feet. I kick the dirt with my boot.

“No, he didn’t. I told him why I did it. He just said ‘okay’. Want to know the best part of this story?” I turn my head to the side to get a look at him. He just motions for me to continue.

“That horse was Radish.” His mouth just falls open.

“You mean the house that won't let Jake ride him if he knows you are around. Is the same one who tried to kill you?” Roster throws the bale that was in his hands on top of the stack then moves to face me. He places his hands on his hips. He looks to be very into this story now.

“The very same horse. Jake knew that my parents and his would think he was too wild to be my horse so he said he wanted him. Then he helped me train him. Everytime Radish would buck me off, Jake would come over and ask me if my horse-girl moment was worth it. Little did he know spending that much time with him, everything was worth it.” I move one of the haybale to sit on top of it.

“You talk about him like he hung the moon.” Roster comes to sit down beside me. I look at him out of the corner of my eye and just smile.

“To me he does.”

That was the truest thing I could say. When I was six years old I told Jake I was going to marry him one day. He never made fun of me for it. He just said we will see. The older I got the more I held onto those words. He has been my everything since I could remember. I never regretted that till today.

“I wish one day I can have what you guys have.” He said as he moved to rest his arms on the tops of his legs.

I let out a dry laugh. “A love that can go nowhere? That’s what me and Jake have right now. If you said that yesterday maybe but then again I had no idea Jake loved me yesterday so who knows.”

He gives my shoulder a light push as he speaks. “You never know it might work out. Jake isn’t a man who will give up easily.”

I didn’t want to fight him on that. I didn’t want to tell him that a stupid pice of paper stands in our way. So I just drop it and go back to my work. He doesn’t leave my side. He just stays and helps me finish up.

Me and Roster work for about 10 more minutes before I hear the crunch of gravel. I fear that it is Blake coming back for round two. A boot scrapes over the gravel again and I don’t even have to look to know who it is. He always does that to let me know it’s him. I gaze towards the end of the barn and there’s Jake leaning against the door frame.

He has a very soft smile on his face, it isn't as hard set as it was when I came back from my ride. It almost made me feel uneasy. It would have fully made me uneasy if it wasn’t the best damn thing I have ever seen.

He was half in shadow still and his hat was put on backwards again. I am such a weak woman, all it takes is a cap twist and my ovaries have a party. His arms are crossed over his chest, and the slight flex makes it hard to look away. It makes me remember why my standards are so high. When that man is the love of your life, how can any man stand to that?

With a smile he pushes himself off the door and starts walking towards Roster and I. Roster looks over his shoulder to see what I was looking at. He then turned to me, giving my arm a squeeze before he met Jake half way.

I swear, I didn't hear them correctly because Roster asked him if everything was okay and all Jake said was it’s about to be.

When they fully pass each other Jake turns to give him a slap to the back.

When he gets closer to me he just stops. He just looks at me. He looks like my Jake. Not the kicked dog he looked like earlier. The uneasy feeling was working its way back up. I try to keep it at bay.

He takes the toe of his boot and hits it against mine nodding his head to the end of the barn he just came from. “Walk with me.” He says calmly. Like with most things Jake says, I just follow his lead. He takes us the long way to my cabin, it avoids the main houses. I’m sure he didn’t want the others to see.

Every time I go to speak he just lifts his hand with one finger up, telling me to wait. It wasn’t till the third time I went to speak he said something.

“Baby please just hold on.” His voice was so soft I could have melted in it. Jake has never, I mean never called me that. My heart could stop right now and I would be the happiest I have ever been. To die after hearing Jake call me ‘baby’ is all I need. The most he would call me, other than my name, was ‘sweets’. This was so much better than that. When I see my cabin I walk up the front path to the door. Jake calmly reaches for my arm to pull me behind the house. I raise my eyebrows at him. Then it clicks. He is taking us to the hill. One of the main reasons I picked this spot for my cabin.

We make our climb to the top, once there Jake finally turns to look at me. He just stares. I try to let him take this moment in. I felt that’s what he wanted to do but I couldn't help but tap my foot.

“You never could be patient.” He smirks at me. God, how I missed that smile today.

“Jake, please you're killing me here! What’s going on?” I go to take a step towards him and he just steps back. My heart sinks. He must see the worry because he just places his hand on my cheek and swipes his thumb over my cheek bone. Jake has never touched me like this. I feel my heart beating faster. He gives me a smile as he gives one more swipe over my cheek. Then drops his hand.

“I know why you picked here to build your cabin,” he stops to take a deep breath in. “ I told you when I was 16 this is where I would put my cabin if I was to stay. If I changed my mind and didn’t go into the Navy, my house would have been right there.” He points down the hill to my cabin. He looks at me with a look I have never seen before.

“When you sent the letter about your future husband you talked about this place. That’s when I knew you felt the same way I did.” He wasn’t wrong. I picked this place for him. My dream was to live in that cabin with him. I just don’t know why he is telling me this.

“Jake, where are you going with this?” I was starting to get too anxious. I could feel my whole body vibrating.

“Baby, please let me finish.” There was that word again. With that word my body was numb. I was going to be happy with whatever he said because of that word.

“As I was saying,” he gave me a teasing smile, “that’s when I knew. That was six months after your 18th birthday. So the next time I was home I asked my mom for my grandma's ring.” He stopped speaking and I stopped breathing.

A ring. Not just a ring but the ring. A ring that had been passed down from Seversin to Seversin for centuries. So his grandma used to say.

He continued, “My dad asked me who for. I told him it was you. I thought it was just a rule. That was when he told me about the contract, and he also told me it was too soon. He said if I gave it time he might be able to work something out. That was a lie. I gave it time. Every time I came home I asked about it. It wasn’t till 8 months ago he finally told me no. I have known about the contract but I thought it was something dad could get us out of. I thought he was just making us wait.” It's the way he said ‘us’. It sounded like that is how it has always been. Just me and Jake against the world.

“Jake, you are killing me here. Why are you telling me all this?” I blurt. My stomach is in knots, and he knows it.

“I don’t know how to tell you this part.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Please try.” I plead.

“It's not real.” His eyes meet mine.

“What's not real?” Confusion seeps through my voice.

“The contract. Well, it is real but it doesn’t say what our parents think it says.” Jake hedges.

“Then what does it say?” I ask through gritted teeth, growing impatient.

“It wants our family to be one.” He raises his hands like that explains everything.

“Jake, this feels like the world's longest riddle. What are you saying?” I put my head in my hands.

“The goal wasn’t to keep our families apart. It was to make them one family. That stupid contract wants someone from the Seresin family to marry someone from the Y/L/N family or vise versa.”

I take a step back from him. What the fuck is going on? My head is spinning and I feel a little sick.

“What about the condition that someone has to give up the farm?” I can’t breathe.

“It didn’t say it like that. It says that they’re supposed to give up running the farm under two family names.” He says calmly.

“So, this will be Seresin Farms?”

“We don’t have to do that.” He reassures me.

“So you’re telling me our families have been reading a stupid piece of paper wrong?” I say slowly.

“I don’t know about that part but that doesn’t matter.” He smiles.

“I think it does.” I retorted.

“Y/N I have been holding back for almost 10 years. I think that part doesn’t matter.” He deadpans.

“Okay then, one more thing.”

“What?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” I breathe out.

Jake strides towards me, slides one arm around my waist and lifts my chin with the other hand in a soft grip. His eyes search mine as he moves his hand to stroke my cheek and tuck my hair behind my ear. I’m floating, I can’t believe he’s holding me like this. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it. His thumb traces the bottom of my lip as he murmurs, “So impatient.” He lowers his head slowly and my eyes flutter shut as his lips meet mine. His grip on my waist tightens when I sink into it, arms winding around his neck, our lips exploring the other’s. Then his tongue slides across my lips, my knees threaten to buckle from pure shock. His amusement tingles against my lips as he deepens the kiss and a soft moan escapes me. Kissing Jake is so surreal I almost think I’m dreaming again, but then his hands glide softly down my body and I’ve never felt more awake in my life. His grip tightens on my hips and softly pushes me away from him, slowly releasing my lips and resting his forehead against mine.

“Was it worth the wait baby?” He smiles.

“Cocky bastard.” I huff. That only makes him laugh and I can’t help but join in. He swoops me up into a hug before setting me back down on the ground.

When we finally part I notice him pull something out of his pocket. I look down to see a ring. Not just any ring. It’s his grandma's ring. Holy shit.

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One of those feels right

The Jealous man, but the love of my love part 3 ( Jake ‘Hangman’ Seversin X Reader)

Things you need to know: Y/N is having a bit of a hard time figuring out how she should feel about the love of her life saying he love her back but wants to do nothing about it. Jealous Jake make a guest appearance. And Jake’s mom sends him on a quest for answers. Also there is a POV switch

AN: (So of right now) 325 notes!!!! Guys um wow thank you for that!! You don’t know what that means to me. I will tell you it means a lot!!! Thank you! Thank you! Please keep it up! The likes and reblogs have been the motivation i need to write and i am loving it.

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I’m not crying your crying 😭. That is the sweetest thing ever thank you for that

But the love of my life Master list

This sires is not complete but I wanted to go ahead and make this master list for you beautiful people

Best friends brother, but love of my life

Sisters best friend, but love of my life

The Jealous man, but love of my life

Also the look he gives in the gif might be the reason I wrote this thing in the first place. Between this and him saying “Stop” I was hooked never to be free of this man ever again.

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But the love of my life Master list

This sires is not complete but I wanted to go ahead and make this master list for you beautiful people

Best friends brother, but love of my life

Sisters best friend, but love of my life

The Jealous man, but love of my life

The love of my life

Also the look he gives in the gif might be the reason I wrote this thing in the first place. Between this and him saying “Stop” I was hooked never to be free of this man ever again.

#Jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #best friends brother #top gun maverick

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I’m glad you think it’s getting better!! My brain tells me it getting worse, but my brain can be a dick 😂

The Jealous man, but the love of my love part 3 ( Jake ‘Hangman’ Seversin X Reader)

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Next chapter my sweet and boy is it surprising!

The Jealous man, but the love of my love part 3 ( Jake ‘Hangman’ Seversin X Reader)

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The Jealous man, but the love of my love part 3 ( Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin X Reader)

Part one two and Four my loves

I walk into the barn taking a quick look around to see if I am alone. I am in no mood to try to have a nice conversation with anyone. When I see the coast is clear I move farther into the barn making my way to Radish’s stall. I tie him to his stall door as I make quick work of getting him unsaddled. I’m going over any other task I can do today to keep busy. I’m giving it my best shot of trying not to think about me and Jake’s fun little conversion earlier. Trying not to think about the fact that the one dream I have had since I was 16 will never happen. I shake my head trying to rattle it out of my brain but it doesn’t work. I haven’t cried yet, something I am hoping to save till I am alone tonight. Although I feel like crying now, it would be pointless. It’s not like crying will get it out of my system. It’s something I get to live with for the rest of my life.

One thing I am grateful for now is how naive I was. Jake did the one thing he has always been good at, protecting me. My hand still stings from where I slapped him and guilt pangs in my stomach. I want to say I hate him. More than anything I feel stupid, he loved me all that time and I didn’t even know. I feel like I can’t even say I know Jake better than I know myself now. I know he didn’t do any of this to hurt me. If anything he was trying to do the opposite. Now I'm trying not to think about the pain in his eyes as he was telling me about the letters. He was fighting so hard with himself I could feel it. But I had to keep pushing him. A heavy sigh leaves my chest as I move into the tack room. My goal of not thinking about today and Jake was no use.

When I walk out of the tack room I hear his mom yell that lunch is ready.

I could just make a run for my cabin. I would hide in there all day if I knew no one would come looking for me. I hear laughing from behind me. I knew I shouldn’t have, but for some reason I did, I turned back to see who it was. It was coming from Kate. She was walking in the front of the group with Bob by her side. Behind them was Phoenix, Roster and Jake all side by side. Phoenix looks more like a kicked dog than she did the last time I saw her. I feel bad for her, I can only imagine she thought she was doing a good thing. Roster is watching the two in front of him with a soft smile on his face. Then there is Jake, if Phoenix looked like a kicked dog Jake looks like he got trampled. I can see his pain just by looking at him. Hell I was going though it too. It also didn’t help that one side of his face still had a red tint to it.

“Where the hell have you been? It never takes you that long to ride fences.” Kate calls me as they get closer. I try to look at her and ignore the way Jake's head snapped to me as Kate spoke.

I waved her off and start walking beside her as she goes to walk past me. I can feel Jake staring at the back of my head. It takes everything in me to not turn my head just a little to get a look at him. I try to focus on what Kate is talking about, but the only thought in my head is that the walk from the barn to the house never felt this long. I hear the crunching of gravel. I turn my head to look down the driveway to see a truck making its way down. “Who else is coming in today?” I look at Kate. She just shrugs her shoulders in response. When it gets closer I now know who it is. What the hell is he doing here? This can’t be right, he doesn't even have his trailer with him. As soon as he parks his big truck he hops out like he owns the place. He always acts like he is the best thing in any room. He walks over to us all with that cocky look he always has. Oh this will not go well.

“Blake, what are you doing here? The cows haven’t even been brought in yet and you don’t even have the trail.” I asked.

Blake, one of the many extra hands we hire to help out with the farm, just puts his hands in his pockets and lets out a laugh. He laughed like what I said was the funnest thing he has ever heard. Which is very unsettling to hear as it was a real question.

“I'm not here for the cows. I'm here for you.” He smirks.

Oh the oil field would be really nice right now. Not to take me to take him. Without even thinking I turn my head slightly to look at Jake. He looks like he is ready to set a fire. Jake has never liked Blake. He felt he was too cocky for his own good. Well, with the new information I got today I now know that wasn’t the whole truth. “Though we could go for a ride.”

“I just got back.” I say quickly.

That's all I could come up with. It's not like Blake lived far away so I don’t feel too bad about wanting to send him home. I’m just trying to think of the nicest way of doing it. “Radish needs his rest. I worked hard with him this morning.” I should start praying now, that's all I need to say to get him to leave. He starts looking back to the horse barn.

“Well this place has like 12 horses. We can borrow 2 of them.” He lets out a little chuckle. Poor boy doesn’t know when to be quiet. He tries to give me this flirty look but I have seen him do it too many times for it to work on me. I go to give him an answer but Jake steps up to stand at my side.

“She only rides Radish.” His tone was harsh. I can tell by that alone he thinks this convection has gone on longer than it should have.

“There's other horses, Flyboy.” Blake says dismissively.

Oh Fuck. Blake you are a stupid, stupid man.

“Take a hint kid.” Jake warns.

“Jake, your protective big brother act is getting a little old.”

“Oh this isn’t a big brother act. You wish it was.”

Jake moved to stand face to face with Blake. They looked like dogs waiting for someone to make a move. It took me longer than I would have hoped to realize that Jake said his act wasn’t one of a big brother. He had never been outright dismissive like that before. I turn to look at Kate. Her face says it all. She picked up on what Jake said. The others didn’t look as shocked as she did. Phoenix even had a little small on her face.

“What are you boys doing?” I hear my dad yell. He was walking up from the barn with Jake’s dad in tow. Jake and Blake gave each other one more mean glare before they stepped apart.

“Blake, it is good to see you. You came to hang out with Y/N?” My dad asked as he came to stay next to Blake.

He clapped his hand on his shoulder. I shot my dad with the look of confusion I had on. Never once in my life has Blake come here to ‘hang out ‘ with me. He in fact has never come here for me at all. Suddenly something dawned on me. The conversation I had with dad two weeks ago about finding a husband. He said something about me settling down. He wanted me to find a husband before Jake got out of the Navy and added that it would look bad if we moved into the big houses without families of our own. I told him it wasn’t the 1800s. Now I would like to tell him that we don’t pawn off our children.

“I was just telling him I have already taken Radish out for the day. He wanted to go for a ride.” I look over at Dad. I have a feeling he can tell I just put the pieces together of what he was playing at.

Jake's dad stepped up beside mine. “We have other horses you can ride sweetheart.” Jakson spoke. My head almost snapped to look at him. Everyone on this farm knows I don’t ride any other horse but Radish. Radish doesn’t do well when he sees me riding another horse. Last time he almost injured himself.

“You know she doesn’t ride any others but him.” Jake bit out to his father.

I could feel the argument he had with his father 8 months ago coming back to the surface. Jake looked like he was about to fight anyone who came near him. I turn my body to face him fully. With my back to the other men I place my hand on his chest. He doesn’t break eye contact at first but I give my hand a little shake. That got his attention. He then looks down at me. I give him the smallest of smiles. He just stares harder at me. I try again this time shaking my head no. He finally drops his shoulders and takes a step back. He turns to go back to our original group.

I shoot dad a look. I was hoping it told him ‘Please get this man away from me’. Dad seemed to get the hint as he wrapped his arm around Blake and started to pull him to the barn, Jake’s dad following behind them. I don’t really care what he’s going to tell him to make him go away. My new problem is when I turn to walk back to the house I am jumped on. I didn’t see it coming so I feel right to the ground. When I open my eyes, after closing them bracing for impact, I see Kate on top of me.

“What in the hell are you doing on top of me?” Per usual she pays no attention to what I asked her. She just starts shaking my shoulders very violently. “I will throw up on you if you keep doing that.” This gets her to stop.

“I’m sorry did you not hear Jake?” She whispers loudly.

“I was standing right there.” Shooting her a bored look I shrug her hands off of my shoulders.

“He isn’t protecting you like a sister!” I look around her to see that everyone has gone into the house. “He likes you.” She grins.

“Wow, nothing gets by you.” I deadpan.

“YOU KNEW?” She shrieks.

“I only learned it like 3 hours ago.” I feel so tired now, I just want this day to be over already.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“You know I have a job here right? I don’t just ride a pretty horse all day.” I snap.

“Bitch, you can be my sister!” That hurt. That hurt more than it should have. I hate that I didn’t think about how she would feel. I can’t feel happy that she isn’t mad about it. I will always have the displeasure of knowing I can’t be her sister.

“It’s not going to work like that.” I stare at my feet.

“What do you mean?” I hear her confusion.

“Kate not right now please? I will fill you in tonight. Just not right now. I need food, and a shower.” I sigh.

She looks like she wants to fight back on what I said but she drops it. With her off my case, I throw my arm around her.

“So you and Bob.” I tease.

She just laughs it off. I know there has to be more there. I didn’t really notice it at first because I was too distracted by Jake. She totally had heart eyes when she first saw him. It was nice seeing her like a boy that wasn’t a total douche canoe. She’s got a bad habit of zoning in on all the wrong guys.

We walk into the house and Jake is missing from the group in the dining room. I look around for him and lean back to peek into the kitchen. He is talking with his mom. It looks like a very heated conversation. They’re both waving their hands wildly and that is a sure sign of a passionate discussion. His mom sees me over Jake’s shoulder, he follows her eyes and lands on me. Just like always my breath catches in my throat when he looks at me. For just a few moments it's just me and him. Just how I like it. The reality of life doesn’t exist in those moments. His mom starts talking to him again so he gives me a sad smile and turns to look back at her. I take that as my que to move on to the dining room. Everyone is talking but they stop as soon as I walk in the room.

“Please don’t do that.” They all give a smile as they murmur apologies.

“So,” Bob starts, “What was it like growing up here?”

I move to my chair and sit down.

“It was nice. Wouldn’t know any different, we have been here our whole lives.” Kate said as she piled food onto her plate and I followed suit.

“Our families have been here for 100 years or so? This is the same house actually and my parents live next door.” I said.

“You live here?” Roster asked

“Not in the main houses. I have a cabin out back. It is tradition that the kids move out to a cabin when they are 18. They can pick one or have one built. I had mine built. Kate's is one of the ones you pass when you come down the driveway.”

“Well that’s a nice tradition.” Bob chimes in.

“It has its perks.” I shrug.

There is one tradition that I would like to burn to the ground right now, and I find myself pushing my food around my plate.

“Also the oldest of the families take over the main house when the parents step down from running this place.” Kate states.

“So it will be you and Jake?” Bob asked, not noticing the glare he got from Phoenix. That poor man, if looks could kill. I smile to myself at the interaction.

“Yes, me and Jake will run this place together someday. We will live in each of our parents' houses with our own spouses.” I am really done with this conversation now. It was so much easier to think about when it was just going to be me longing for Jake. Now I know it will be both of us.

A loud sound, thankfully, distracts all of us from our conviction. I look to the front door to see it swinging back into place. I look past the screen door to see Jake walking to his truck. We all looked at each other in confusion. He revs up his truck and flings gravel as he drives away.

His mom walks in as calm as ever. “Jake had to run into town for something.”

We all look at each other with even more confusion than before.

“Drop it for now he will be back later.” We all do as she said. I have never been one who wanted to argue with his mom. She could be scary if you did so.

Jakes POV

I walk into my parents’ house to be greeted with a bone crusting hung from my mom. When I am finally released I turn to introduce her to my team. She says hello back and sends them into the dining room. She grabs me by my arm and pulls me into the kitchen.

“You have to stop picking fights with Blake.” She hisses.

I raise my eyebrow at her.

“He is the one who can’t take hints, mom.” I say calmly.

“Nonetheless, if she likes him, you have to let it be.” She says gently.

I face her fully. “She doesn’t like him.”

“Oh Jake..”

“Don’t ‘oh Jake’ me. I know she doesn’t.” I say firmly.

I look out the kitchen window to see Kate on top of Y/N shaking her very enthusiastically.

“Well, then why don’t you do something about it Jake?” She asks.

I look back over my shoulder at her. “We all know, baby boy. Do something about it.” She smiles.

“You know I can't.” I glare.

I see her looking off behind me and I turn to see what she’s looking at. There she is. God, there she is looking at me and I can feel my whole body being set on fire. At the moment she doesn’t look mad at me. That is what I love to see.

“Jake, I have to tell you something.” I give her a sad smile before I turn back to mom.

“What mom?” I sigh.

“Well, I really can’t tell you. But I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay?” I frown.

“I need you to go into town and go see Sherry. She is the town historian. Ask to see the family contract.”

“Why? So I can burn it?” I huff out.��

“No baby, You just need to look at it.” Mom says gently.

“I want to burn it. Why show it to me? What are you not telling me mom?”

“Well I can’t tell you now can I? Just do as I asked.” She says firmly.

I storm out of the kitchen and head to my truck.

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