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Trying to finish my Heeseung fic but I keep getting distracted by hard thoughts of Jake gifting you a piece of jewelry for his enjoyment..
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“A bracelet?”
“No, it’s an anklet.”
“Anklet? With your name?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it! I’m just confused, wouldn’t you want me to wear your name on a necklace or bracelet, for everyone to see?”
A cheshire grin creeps on his face as he snaps the jewelry in place on your ankle, “let me show you why I got it..”
✧˚ · . Jake has you thrown on your back in your shared bed in record time ripping both of your clothes off clumsily. “So fucking pretty,” He mumbles watching you with large lust blown brown eyes.
✧˚ · . He spits lewdly on your pussy before rubbing the head of his cock onto your clit mixing his spit with your arousal. A small gasp leaves you as he glides the tip over your folds.
✧˚ · . “Please,” you beg softly. He eyes you teasingly, admiring the way your pretty pussy lips look spreading around his thick cock
✧˚ · . He bites his bottom lip before entering his head into you slowly.
✧˚ · . “You always feel so good, baby.” He smirks. You whimper softly when he buries himself to the hilt.
✧˚ · . You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to bulldoze into you at a fast pace. Loud moans escaping your mouth as you pant out for more.
✧˚ · . His thick cock is stretching you deliciously as he groans at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him.
✧˚ · . Your legs are starting to shake around him alerting him that your orgasm is fast approaching.
✧˚ · . He unwraps your legs from around his waist, folding your body in half, he put your legs on his shoulders and fucks into you harder.
✧˚ · . And then, you see it. His vision. His eyes shift to your left ankle resting near his face and he smirks. The gold ‘JAKE’ shining under the bedroom lights.
✧˚ · . Tears of pleasure sting your eyes as your orgasm hits you full force. Loud whines spill from your mouth as you throw your head back.
✧˚ · . "Fuck! I'm going to cum, fuck!” He curses gripping your legs harder as he starts to chase his high. You let out a sob of pain mixed with pleasure as he beats himself into your overly-sensitive cunt.
✧˚ · . He groans and holds your waist down as his cock twitches and shoots his cum deep inside of you. He leans down and pulls you into a messy kiss of tongue and teeth as he comes down from his high.
✧˚ · . He smirks again pulling away from your face and kisses the gold jewelry around your ankle. "Does that answer your question?"
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Chapter 5: From the Ground Up
From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series
Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader
Summary: It’s time for Bucky to take charge in your absence.
Word count: 4,065
Content/warnings: Interrogation, restraints (not in the sexy way), allusions to violence, swears, name calling, pet name usage, female reader, kissing, horseback riding?
Author’s Note: I REALLY loved writing this chapter. This is where we start to see the other storylines of the Outta Nowhere AU emerge, so keep an eye out as those get released.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Bucky was mad-no, he was seething as he paced back and forth in your home office. It was in the wee hours of the morning when his private jet had landed on the local airstrip. Within that same hour, Sam had personally escorted in the little nerd responsible for a good third of the turmoil going on in Bucky’s head: Jake.
Sam had taken the liberty of pre-binding his hands and duct taping his mouth shut. Bucky was going to enjoy ripping the goatee straight off his mousy little face.
Five hours ago
As soon as Steve had gotten off the phone with Bucky, he called the construction crew. They kept them on call for things like this, but the two of them never thought the stakes would be this high. It wasn’t often that someone important and non-expendable was put in this type of danger, let alone someone Bucky cared about. As he was finishing up the call and directing them towards your house, Sam reached out to him with a sticky note.
On it was a name and the address to an apartment in the city, along with Sam’s scrawled ‘pick her up on your way over.’ Steve nodded as he hung up his call and placed another, grabbing the duffel bag he kept packed by the door and heading out.
Three Hours Later
Bucky hadn’t left your side since the rocks collapsed. Luckily, the two of you had been able to find a small gap in the rocks where you both sat. It wasn’t large enough to keep air circulating, but it was big enough to at least allow the two of you to talk with each other. You and Bucky had shared so much, from him sharing his first business operation with Steve, to you detailing crazy college stories of when you, your roommate, and Curtis would hang out.
Bucky laughed along. There was a whole side of you he never knew. He had studied intently what showed up on paper, and he knew the hardships you’d faced from your deep conversation last week, but this? This was a whole new, more playful side. He was surprised to see your spirits so high despite the situation.
“I do not believe that one bit. No way you were climbing up clock towers at school just to steal the clock hands, or a random brick or whatever. You’re too straight-laced.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes as you leaned your head back against the stone wall. “Oh please, people already pay so much to go there, if anything, I had more than the right to do it. Our money pays for that stuff. Technically we owned it. Not the school.”
Bucky snorted. “You didn’t even pay tuition. Didn’t they pay you to go there?”
“That’s besides the point, Bucket. Fight the man. And anyway, if you think I’m straight laced, you should meet my roommate.”
Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, about that. She’s on her way here right now.”
Your ears perked up. “Decks is on the way? Oh, that’s good. She’ll be super helpful. She’s so organized, although, I can’t imagine she took well to whoever had to interrupt her beauty sleep. Who’s the poor guy?”
Bucky sharply inhaled. “Steve.”
“Oooo hooo hoo.” You laughed. “That’ll be a fun one for both of them. They’re either gonna love or hate each other. What are all the rest of the ETAs?”
Bucky looked at his watch. Well, really, he had been checking his watch this whole time to monitor his pulse, which was over 100 consistently since the tunnel buckled. He was shaking with concern for you, but kept his voice level to keep you calm, a trick he and Steve had worked tirelessly to master. “Ummm… looks like the construction crew should be here within the hour. And I’ll bet Decks and Steve will be pulling up any minute.”
You hummed in acknowledgment. “Anyone else coming that I should know about? So I can figure out where they’ll best fit around the farm? Decks is great with the animals.”
You hadn’t heard all of Bucky’s or Curtis’s phone calls earlier since they stepped out of the cave to make them with better reception. Bucky didn’t want you to know Jake was on the way, mostly because he knew you’d make him promise not to hurt the rat, and he didn’t want to have to make that promise with the high likelihood it would be broken. He decided a better move would be to change the subject.
“So where did the nickname ‘Decks’ come from anyway?”
“Oh! Well it’s actually-“
Bucky heard footsteps near the mouth of the mine. He did his best to politely cut you off. “Wait, Honey, I’m so sorry, quiet for one second.”
He sat there and silently listened, the rustling becoming closer and clearer until he identified it as hooves clopping gently against the soft ground. He heard Curtis’s voice say something vaguely before he moved to get his feet underneath him and brush off his pants.
“I think Curtis is here with Steve and Decks. I don’t want anyone else to come in, just in case it’s still too unstable. Can you tell me exactly what you need them to do?”
You nodded, even though you knew Bucky couldn’t see it and began to lay out the instructions. Decks and Steve weren’t here to clean out the tunnels, they were here to help keep the farm running until you were freed, and no one knew how long that would take. It was best to keep only those who could be closely trusted around until this was all figured out. God forbid the authorities come knocking, or worse yet, Cole. Bucky held onto your every word before briefly leaving the tunnel to relay the information.
Bucky returned to you shortly after instructing Curtis to take Steve and Decks back to the house so they could rest before their long day tomorrow. Everything needed to run as smoothly as possible to not raise suspicion from your absence, which they were going to claim was due to a corn crop farmer’s conference out in Iowa if anyone asked.
After another hour with you, Bucky let you know the construction company arrived and was starting to stabilize the ceiling so they could dig you out. “I’ve gotta go deal with some business, so I’ll be back soon. Plus, I can’t get in the way of these vehicles. But say the word to one of the crew and I’ll be back here in a minute flat. I promise.”
Bucky’s promises meant a lot. That was something you had learned in your conversations. He never said something unless he had a plan to deliver. A man’s word was everything in his line of work.
“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that!” You yelled back.
Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to send Sam back here as soon as he arrives. He’ll keep you company.” And with that, Bucky made his way back to the house.
So this is where Bucky found himself, walking back and forth menacingly behind Jake, who had been tied down to the guest chair in your office. Jake’s eyes shifted back and forth with nervousness as he tried and failed to hold back whimpers and near-hyperventilating breaths.
Bucky had been silent for only ten minutes. He liked the way it made them squirm. He could sit and stare all day, completely unbothered, as anyone he interrogated slowly lost their mind. Of course, there were other, more fun ways, to get information, but he wouldn’t dare mark up your home. He’d never let the one they called ‘The Winter Soldier’ be unleashed in your sanctuary. This is the closest he would ever get, though, and it would never be seen by you.
Bucky stalked around Jake and crouched in front of him. “A milk maid came in here and told me that you’d given him information about this farm. Care to share?”
Jake shook his head vigorously and whined through the duct tape over his mouth. Bucky leaned in closer. What was more terrifying than being yelled at by him? Bucky with an alarmingly level voice.
“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that. I can help you talk a little better, but you’ve gotta be quiet. There are people upstairs sleeping, and I can’t guarantee they’ll be as nice as me if you wake them. Promise to be good?”
Jake nodded carefully and slowly. Bucky reached for the tape at the corner of Jake’s mouth and ripped it off quickly. Jake’s head lurched forward, his mouth open with a silent scream between gasping breaths. Bucky examined the sticky side of the tape. There was no hair on it. The steam from Jake’s mouth must’ve reduced the stickiness just enough that it didn’t cause damage. Shame.
Bucky slammed his hands over Jake’s on the armrests of the chair. “Tell me everything.” He gritted out between clenched teeth.
Jake giggled uncomfortably. “Uh….there’s not really much to know, mister…sir….does this have to do with Peach? I thought she owned this farm now. Where is she?”
Bucky growled. “That’s not important right now, but yes, this is about this farm. Tell me everything you told the guy with the soft hands and the jackets that were too crisp to indicate a day of work in his whole life.”
Bucky had no intention to associate that with his own designer crisp suits that he wore everyday back in the city. That was different, it was a totally separate line of work, plus, he wasn’t trying to pose as something that he’s not when he wore them. Anyway, he’s not the one on trial here.
“Oh! You mean Cole? Fucking prick.” Jake mumbled looking down and to the side. “I can promise whatever he said to you was a lie. That guy’s always been awful. He hides a demon face behind his handsomeness.”
Bucky didn’t want to be on Jake’s side, but he couldn’t argue with that. But to keep him talking, Bucky leaned in closer, moving his hand towards the knife on his belt loop. Jake flinched and raised his hands in surrender as much as he could with his wrists tied down.
“Okay, okay, I promise I didn’t say much. At least not on purpose. I was at an investors party up in San Francisco when Cole bumped into me. He was bragging about how he had just inherited his parents’ company and it was way bigger than when we were in high school. Frankly, I didn’t care, I make an effort to forget about a lot from back then, mostly him, so I tried to disprove him by saying that there are still nice little farms around despite his family’s efforts. I told him I still had my mom buy me honey that Peach makes, herself.” He hung his head in shame.
Bucky huffed as he leaned back against your desk and crossed his arms. “Well, way to go. You know, they painted you to be some genius, but you’re an absolute idiot.”
Jake looked up and scrunched his nose. “Well I actually prefer the term loser, bu-“
Bucky raised his hand to stop Jake from talking. “I really don’t care. What matters is that you’ve made a mess for Honeybee that inconveniences all of us. I’ve gotta be the one to work on cleaning this up while she’s otherwise occupied.”
Jake cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Who the fuck is ‘Honeybee?’ Are we talking about the same person?”
Bucky sighed and wiped a hand over his face, stopping with it covering his mouth. He looked at the helpless man in front of him. How had you ever dated this guy? If he used to be great, what on Earth happened to him? “God, you’re slow to catch on. Yes, it’s the same person, but I don’t think the sweet peach you used to know and love is in there anymore. Not after you abandoned her. And especially not after you gave up her operation on a silver platter to Cole.”
Jake swallowed as he caught on. He had seen the devious glint in Cole’s eye when they had run into each other, but just thought it was a product of Cole’s braggadocious success. Not his complete hunger for domination. Despite the way Jake left, he still cared for you. He didn’t want to see the thing you loved taken away, especially by the guy who caused him so much grief. The guy your family defended him from on so many occasions. He felt awful. You’d taken care of Jake when he was around, but when the opportunity came for him to do the same for you, he failed.
Tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I can do to help, I will, please, misterrrr…….”
Bucky’s shoulders pushed back in arrogance. Jake squealed all the information he had and didn’t even know the name of the man interrogating him. That wouldn’t do, especially if Bucky wanted to eventually release Jake back out into the wild once this was all over. He made a mental note to have someone coach Jake on how to not give up sensitive intel so easily. But for now, Bucky would take advantage of the ease of informational access.
“Barnes. You get to call me Barnes.”
“Ooh! So like a cool nickname only I get to use? I feel so special.”
Bucky chuckled dryly at that. Jake really was clueless. “No. Not at all like that.” Bucky leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his face inched closer to Jake’s.
“Now tell me everything you know about the mines.”
Jake’s eyebrows raised. “Oh? Those old things? Yeah, Peach and I used to make out in the-“
Bucky waved his hand again as he closed his eyes, unable to look at Jake for another second. “No. Skip that part. What else?” He quickly said, dismissively.
“I know they’re old? Like crazy old and probably prone to collapse at this point. But Pe- I mean, your Honeybee does some occasional civil engineering contracting work. She could probably easily whip up a plan to reinforce them.”
Bucky looked at Jake more intently. He liked the way Jake said his Honeybee, but he couldn’t let that distract him right now. And anyway, you were very much your own person. Far from his. If anything, he was yours. He knew about all your business endeavors, but not those kinds of specifics. “Keep talking.”
“Yeah, I kept up with her after school-well, more like I asked my mom to keep up with her. Apparently she’s like, designed bridges for town and stuff. Why? What’s going on with the mines?”
“That’s not technically your business.” Bucky stood there, debating on his next move.
Jake’s eyes lit up as he gasped loudly. “Oh my gosh. Is she in trouble!? Did she get hurt in a mine!?”
Bucky slapped his hand over Jake’s mouth and whisper yelled at him. “What did I say about keeping it down?”
Jake winced and whispered back. “Sorry. Does Curtis know?”
Bucky nodded. “Yes. And he’s upstairs sleeping. Don’t. Poke. The Bear.”
Jake nodded again. He was being so compliant, Bucky figured he could let a few more details slip. Maybe Jake was a little smarter than Bucky gave him credit for. “She’s trapped in one of the smaller caves. I’ve already got a construction crew digging her out.”
“Wait wait wait. You guys have a proper plan for this, right? You’ve gotta put supports in first and then calculate the load-bearing rocks. You can’t just go willy-nilly digging or it could get worse.” Man, based off that language, Bucky had no doubt Jake truly did grow up around you.
“Good observation, Jakey. That’s where you come in. I know I could’ve just called you if I wanted to know what you told Cole, but I needed you in person to know how serious I am. Grab your little computer and we’ll get going so you can run the calculations while Honeybee talks you through them. You can still ride a horse, right?”
Jake moved to get up, only to be stopped by the restraints. Bucky turned around from the door, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Oh, that’s right, my bad. I’ll get you untied and then we can go.”
Sam was talking with you about where to put which construction vehicles when he heard hooves make their way to the entrance. Bucky dismounted the back of a horse holding a laptop, followed by Jake who was riding ahead of him on that same horse.
“Not a word of this, Samuel.” Bucky growled lowly into Sam’s ear with clenched teeth. “I’ve already threatened the kid with the same.”
Bucky still had no idea how to ride a horse on his own, but would never admit that, so he was actually extremely grateful that Jake could take the reins. Sam had taken the other horse to get to you, leaving only one back at the house for him and Jake to use.
Bucky handed Jake the laptop and patted him on the back harshly, making it more of a shove. This led him to the small hole where you and Sam had just been talking.
Bucky followed at a quicker pace, reaching the area just before Jake could and held his arm out in front of the blond to bar him from going any farther. “Hi Honey, it’s me. I brought you a little present to help out, I hope you’re not mad. It’s your old friend Jacob from high school. Say hi.”
“Jake? Like… Jensen?” You responded, trying to look through the small hole unsuccessfully.
“Yeah, Peach, it’s me. I’m here to get you out. A-and Mr. Barnes wants you to know he’s been nothing but kind to me.” Jake clutched his laptop firmly to his chest, leaning over to be heard better through the small opening.
Bucky gave a stern nod to Jake for already responding well to his coaching on the way over here. Jake sat down by the hole where Bucky had sat before and got to work.
“Okay, Bee. Like I told you before, you say the word and I’ll be here in a minute. You can time me.”
“Where are you going?” He could hear the slight worry in your voice.
“To run a farm. And by that, I mean listen to Curtis.”
You giggled. “Okay, Bucket. See you soon.”
He looked back and smiled before turning towards Sam and pointing into his chest. “You tell me the second she’s close to getting out. I’ll be there.”
Sam nodded. “Sure thing, boss. Need help getting back up on your horse?”
Bucky was already turned away and heading back to your house. He waved a hand dismissively. “No. I’m walking.”
Sam chuckled as he watched the mob boss trudge away. He knew something had shifted in Bucky’s feelings. And he definitely had his suspicions that Bucky couldn’t ride a horse.
When Bucky returned to your house, he didn’t go upstairs. He feared the creaking of the steps would wake Decks, Curtis, and Steve. Plus, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep. Why would he when there was so much to do to help you? He would just get in the way at the mines, so he went into your office. He pulled out the files and article you had planned to show him the previous night regarding Cole from the kitchen, and as he sat down in your chair, he saw a contract with a familiar watermark. Shit.
Fuck. Shit. Bitch.
The letterhead was from ‘Turners Farm Corporation,’ which he had expected, but the associated law firm was ‘Hansen & Co.’ Bucky had his fair share of law firms in his back pocket, but this was not one of them. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
Lloyd Hansen was something of Bucky’s rival in the city. He was an unhinged lunatic. Where Bucky ran things with honor, poise, and calculated movements, Lloyd was messy, unpredictable, and reckless. He’d been trying to make multiple steps into Bucky’s territory, geographically and business-wise, but Bucky had done a decent job at shutting it down thus far.
And now Cole was in cahoots with Lloyd, well, not him directly on paper, just his bitch-ass sister who ran the firm. Bucky couldn’t believe-well, actually he could. He could believe that Cole would have teamed up with Hansen to build enough power for a takeover, especially considering it didn’t add up if Cole was making these moves on his own.
Fired by frustration that more than supplemented the sleep Bucky lacked from not just tonight, but this whole week, he snapped a picture of the contract and sent it to Sam. Sam would make sure it made its way through the right channels and contacts still back in the city. For now, Bucky had a more important priority than personally dealing with business: You. He had never been so grateful for Sam.
As he skimmed through the final page of the contract Cole had proposed to you, the first rooster crowed. Bucky got up to gather the eggs and make breakfast like any other day in the routine he’d grown so familiar with over just the past two weeks. But instead of cooking for you, he was cooking for the small army that came to your aid.
Curtis came barreling down the steps first, followed by Decks, and then eventually, Steve, who slumped and slinked down the stairs, reminiscent of Bucky’s first day doing the same. At least they were able to get themselves up.
Bucky plated their food, Curtis eyeing him with a small smile that Bucky failed to notice, and he sat down in his normal spot to start eating. He honestly didn’t have the appetite to do so, but he knew he’d crash without food since he already wasn’t sleeping, so he forced it down, preparing to go over the assignments with everyone once again.
Steve would be doing what Bucky had last week to set up the farmer’s market since it was scheduled to go again. Decks would be taking over the tasks you had, feeding the animals, and then doing sales with Bucky since people already knew his face. No need to raise more suspicion by introducing two new people to an event you were usually at.
Once everyone cleared their plates, they got to work, doing everything they could to be of assistance for the mob boss who was very evidently on edge.
It was early afternoon when Bucky got a call from Sam. He immediately picked it up.
“We’re close, boss. Only a couple more large boulders to go before there’s a big enough gap to pull her through.”
Bucky dropped the empty crates he was carrying onto the floor of the storage shed where he was returning them from the farmers market. Lucky for him, the storage shed was much closer to the mines than the barn.
Bucky was full-on sprinting in a way no one had ever seen. He never had to once he rose to power. All he did was walk, his long strides alone commanded enough respect. But this wasn’t about pride. It was about you.
He arrived at the mine entrance, breathing heavily, just as Sam was holding your hand, helping you step over a pile of sand and pebbles. Jake stood awkwardly to the side as you looked up from your feet to see Bucky quickly moving toward you. A smile took over your face and you sighed in relief. He scooped you up and spun you around before setting you down again and using his large hands to frame your face. Bucky didn’t care about the dirt and grime that had built up on the two of you. All he cared about was your safe return to his arms.
You watched as his eyes darted between yours and down to your lips. You wouldn’t hold back anymore. He had put all his resources into saving you, helping you. Without wasting another second, you leaned up on your toes and smashed your lips into his. When you pulled back, Bucky lost consciousness, collapsing in your arms.
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Hi can I request I feel safe with you, with Hangman? Thanks
TW: f!reader, alcohol, reader is drunk, slight angst at the end bc Hangman is an emo baby this is canon because I said so
When Jake entered the Hard Deck, he was met with Penny’s amused, half-hearted glare and a grinning idiot practically leaning off of one of the stools at the bar.
“Thanks for coming,” Penny said. “Phoenix challenged her to a shot competition and, as we all know, Natasha Trace can handle her alcohol. She can pay next time she comes in.”
Jake sighed as he bracketed you in with his hands on your hips to ensure you wouldn’t tip off the stool and face plant into the wood. He handed his card to Penny and she smirked, but didn’t say anything as she passed it back to him once she closed out your tab.
“Jaaaake!” you cried when you turned and saw him. Your eyes were glassy and a loose smile clung to your lips. A bottle of water was clutched loosely in your hands and he snagged it from you, twisting off the cap and putting it to your lips. You dutifully took two long sips and he pulled it away from you, placing the cap back on it, and then shook his head.
“C’mon, Piggy,” he sighed. “Remind me to ream Phoenix out tomorrow for letting you get this drunk.”
As if the aviator heard him from across the packed bar, Phoenix and Halo waved. Jake smiled at his friends and raised his middle finger in response. Natasha blew a kiss and he pretended to catch it before pressing his palm gently to your forehead and then jabbing his thumb over his shoulder towards the door. She replied with two thumbs up.
“Alright, let’s get you home. You’re going to finish that whole bottle and eat some toast before bed,” he ordered. The last thing he wanted was to wake up to you heaving over a toilet because you always cried when you threw up and he hated seeing you cry.
For fuck’s sake, the two of you weren’t even an “item” and yet here he was, being called to pick you up from girl’s night. He didn’t understand why you kept flitting around him. He was cocky, self-centered, and a dick. You were plain sunshine and daisies with a smile that lit up the whole damn room. Yet, the moment you had met him courtesy of Bob bringing his “friend from knitting club” to the Hard Deck, Jake Seresin found himself drawn to you.
“Thank you, Jakey,” you hummed as he scooped you up and began to carry you out. Your cheek pressed against his shoulder and he almost shivered at the feel of your soft breaths brushing across the exposed skin of his chest, courtesy of the baseball jersey he had on.
“If you throw up in my truck, I will leave your ass in the sand,” he threatened, but there was no real heat behind his words. You giggled and pressed yourself impossibly closer.
“You wouldn’t do that, Kermit.” God, that stupid nickname shouldn’t warm his chest as much as it did. Your eyes widened as your alcohol-addled brain slowly processed words. “That would be dangerous. But you won’t let anything happen to me. You’re too good.”
“You have a lot of faith in me, Piggy.”
You nuzzled your nose against the column of his throat and let out a soft hum. “I feel safe with you. Always have.”
His heart lurched into his throat at your admission. Jake Seresin had been labeled a lot of things in his life. A pain in the ass, selfish, arrogant, but never safe. This had to be your tequila-soaked tongue talking and not the rational, brilliant woman he knew you to be.
But you continued talking, even as he maneuvered open the door to his passenger seat and gently set you down. He slid the seatbelt over your shoulder and stomach before clasping it into place and testing it was secure. His hand slid up to rest on your jaw as you stared at him with wide eyes.
“Like the night Bobby brought me here and that guy was making me scared, you knew what to do. You bring me soup when I’m sick and you help me when there’s storms.” Your smile softened and your eyelids drooped. “You make me feel safe, Kermit.”
Jake couldn’t help himself. He pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead and then stepped back. “Let’s get you home, Piggy, before you fall asleep for the night.”
Surely you would forget everything you had just said. He would make you breakfast in the morning and drive you to the Hard Deck to collect your car before you two parted ways and never spoke about the constant brewing tension between you. Because someone as kind and loving and caring would only be disappointed in the reality of who he truly was behind this veneer of arrogance. He was a broken man and he wouldn’t subject you to the jagged shards of Jake Seresin.
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this doesnt even necessarily have to be a gvf request but i need to get this off my chest bc i cant stop thinking about it 😭😭😭 i saw a tiktok of a jake edit and in the caption it said "i just know he watches his fingers" and i havent been able to stop thinking about jake, his middle and marriage fingers knuckle deep and hitting all the perfect spots and hes just enamored with watching his fingers making you fall apart, and he definitely talks you through it the whole time, just being so soft and all "yeah? right there?" and "just like that?" and "doin' so good for me, sweetheart" and i-
Oh—oh my god 🥲😩 bless you for this. This isn’t proofed but the thought… 🫠 anon plz come back I want more!!! I want that edit!!!!
Minors DNI obvi
Warnings: smut!! AFAB!reader, fingering, dry humping/grinding, p in v, breast play, dirty talk, pet names, praise, aftercare
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He has you sat in front of a mirror, leaned against his chest and losing yourself with every thrust of his fingers. Every time your eyes close he nudges you and you feel his nose grazing against your cheek, “C’mon, pretty girl, look in the mirror for me.” “Watch me.” “Look at me.” “I swear I’ll stop if you don’t keep those pretty little eyes on me, baby.”
The calluses on his finger tips run against your clit, making you whine and cower against him, the sound bringing a smug smile to his face as you writhe and clench the fabric of his sweats in your fists while your ass grinds into his hardened cock behind you. “That’s my girl, my good, perfect girl.” He cooed as you began to chase your high, rutting against him and trying so hard to keep your eyes on his or his fingers plunging into your hot, slick center in the reflection in front of you.
He tucks his chin over your shoulder to watch, “This is exactly how I wanted you,” he whispered, “Just a fucking mess for me in my lap.”
You whimper in response as his fingers quicken again, his thumb busy with your clit—around and around and dipping his fingers back inside to drag more of your slick over your shining pearl.
His other hand snakes up to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to reveal your bare breasts. “I need to see them—Oh, look at you—yeah, keep going, keep fucking yourself on my fingers, Angel.” He rasps next to you as you grind against him, both in front and behind you.
You worked your hips in a steady rhythm, the friction as euphoric on his cock as it was for you. His head begins to fall back in agonizing pleasure, his eyes closing and mouth gaping. You grab his falling hand and place it back on your chest with a firm squeeze. The sensation jolted Jake from his haze as you begin pulsing around his fingers, “Keep your eyes on me, Jakey—or-or else I’m gonna stop.” You warn, just as a sinister smile grows on Jake’s face and he withdraws his fingers to stand you up and bend you over, “Your cute little threats don’t do anything besides make me harder, sweetheart.” He says in your ear before taking out his cock and plunging into you with a mighty groan that rendered you thoughtless.
There was only him.
And you watched him fuck you in that mirror until he was wrapping his arm around your front and playing with his beloved button of pleasure until you released on his cock and cried out for him to keep going until he was done.
And he did.
He keeps going and going, thrusting in and out roughly just the way he knows you like it, keeping his eyes locked on your shining lips and gaping mouth, your breasts bouncing at his will, and the gorgeous expanse that is your back arched just for him.
“Cum for me.” You almost whine with a gasp, “Cum, baby, do it! Do it, Jakey, cum all over me—wherever you want—god, I wanna feel you.” You almost cry as the pleasure burned within you.
Jake sees your shining eyes set on hims so desperately, and that’s what does it—that longing look in your eye like nothing could sate you like his cum could. With two more thrusts he pulled out and painted your ass and back with his cum, smiling when you push your ass into him, welcoming the hot spurts that covered you and watching Jake’s chest heave under the shining film that clung to him.
He releases his cock and allows his hands to graze over both globes of your painted ass, his thumb brushing away a stray runner before winking at you and grabbing a towel to clean you up. “Was that… too much?” He asked tentatively as he cleaned you up.
You chuckle and turn when he’s done, “Oh, honey. My sweet, sweet boy.” You push a strand of his hair out of his face. “Next time, I’ll be the one playing with you. And you’ll be the one whining for me.”
You tap his cheek twice and walk to the shower, leaving him—quite literally—with his dick in his hand and his jaw dropped.
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#honey wrote#jake kiszka smut#jake kiszka fic#jake kiszka x reader#jake kiszka x you#jake kiszka gvf#greta van smut#greta van fleet smut#greta van fic
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WIP: A few of them
I was tagged by @howdyrat and I decided to post a bit of a few of my most awaited WIP I have 🤷🏻♀️
Bodyguard AU
Instead of taking a cab like Jake thought they would, Bradley takes him to the parking garage of his apartment building and guides him into a nondescript car and drives him back to his place.
Once the elevator doors open up on his penthouse , the alpha has his guard up immediately, gun drawn as he takes careful steps into the apartment, forcing Jake to follow him from behind.
What is Bradley sensing that Jake isn’t?
And then he hears it. There’s someone in his kitchen.
A New Beginning (or the one where Jake has twins)
“What are you guys doing here? Did you come see daddy train on the beach?” He says as he kisses and tickles them, standing up with them in his arms.
“I brought them here thinking they could use it as a little pick me up, you know? Gretchen says once she catches up to them (and finishes ogling the rest of the very exposed naval aviators who are suddenly very quiet and interested in what’s happening.) “And I believe I was right,” she adds the last part when she sees them laughing, trying to break free from their father’s hold.
Jake puts them down, pointing them in Javy’s and Nat’s direction and off they go with shrieks of uncky Javy and auntie Naty.
“How are they doing?” Jake asks, still ignoring the rest of the team.
“A lot better,” she looks at the kids then back at her employer. “No fever, they are eating a bit more than yesterday, no vomiting today.”
Jake + Katie (his 12 yo daughter)
“I miss her, too, monkey. Every day.” He confessed to her.
He and Danielle may not have been in love, may have entered this marriage out of convenience to get spousal benefits and save face as two queer people, but for the longest time she was his best friend and losing her took a part of his soul too.
“Now, how about you come back with me to base and then I take you out for some ice cream? Maybe we can even convince uncle Javy to join us.” He offers her with a smile, trying to move past the somber mood.
It works like a charm.
Instead of screaming Taylor Swift songs they sing Dolly Parton. They are singing the last few notes of 9 to 5 when Jake pulls up between Javy’s Audi and Bradley’s Bronco for the second time that day.
A little disclaimer: All of these are one shots and are hangster stories! First one is ABO, second one is past mpreg and the third one is ‘normal’.
No pressure tags: @redfurrycat @hangmanbradshaw @saengak 💞
#honey writes#my fics#hangster#jake hangman seresin#sereshaw#jake seresin x bradley bradshaw#top gun maverick fic
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ot7 enhypen scenario .
wherein enhypen comforted their youngest.
a/n: not proofread ! english is not my first language , be kind ! i also teared up while writing this haha..
also, credits to @.enhypeniese on tiktok for the edit ! the whole scenario is based on shout out :)
He sighs whenever he comes home to a disorganized mess, which he calls their dorm.
It was a week-long vacation, and everyone went home to their families, meaning he was left alone in the dorms with occasional checking-ins from their manager.
Ni-ki is young.
He has yet to learn how to maintain organization, and with the pressure of their new comeback weighing on his shoulders, He was overwhelmed with where to start cleaning, so he left everything as is.
It's been his routine for five days, and he's sighing out of frustration because he just wants to get everything in place. he can. He always can, but everything feels too heavy for him.
Ni-ki undoubtedly misses his hyungs. They were always there when he needed a big brother's hug or just the comfort they shared silently.
He was too preoccupied with drowning out the longing to lay down on their couch with headphones on and an arm covering his eyes. If it weren't for the quivering of his lips and the sighs and shortened breaths, no one, not even Sunoo and the rest who came in, would assume that he was crying.
A week feels unbearably long for him. He met six big brothers who care for him and shower him with love, and being away from them for a week became the epitome of hell for Ni-ki.
As if on cue, a tap on his shoulder startled him. His headphones happened to play the bridge of "Shout Out, and with little hesitation. Ni-ki uncovered his eyes.
There was no denying that his eyes lit up, his lips weren't pursed and quivering anymore, and he felt every worry wash away in an instant.
"Ni-ki!" the entirety of Enhypen yelled when they saw their youngest with bloodshot eyes, reddened lips, and swollen cheeks. Out of instinct, they couldn't help but engulf the figure in front of them the moment he sat up.
Paper bags and plastics were long forgotten; it doesn't matter if something broke from the sudden drop because at that moment Ni-ki was all that mattered to his hyungs.
His headphones dropped to the side, hitting one of the members for sure, but none of it mattered. The muffled lyrics of "Shout Out" played when Ni-ki burst into loud sobs.
"I'm so sorry you came home to a mess." The youngest struggled to speak, sniffling every now and then while he tried his best to stand to start cleaning up. Everyone held him to his place; coming home to a clean dorm wasn't what they needed.
Ni-ki needed them, and for enhypen. Nothing could ever go between them when consoling their youngest.
"it's alright. "It doesn't matter if it's clean or not; Sunghoon's going to tidy up no matter what," Jay said, rubbing Ni-ki's arms and nudging Sunghoon, who didn't hesitate to agree. More apologies from Ni-ki erupted, but a collective hush silenced him.
After a few more minutes of coddling their youngest, everyone started to get off ni-ki when their bodies couldn't take the numbness anymore. Sunoo was left, and his pat on the lap invited Ni-ki to lay down on Sunoo's lap to rest for awhile.
Ni-ki dived into Sunoo's lap without any hesitation, his face facing the older one's stomach as he tried his best to suppress his sobs. Sunoo played with his hair, softly humming to calm the younger one down since his headphones were now neglected to the side.
While Ni-ki had his eyes closed, Sunoo watched as the others divided themselves between tidying up and cooking. It was moments like this that made their hearts flutter because of the genuine bond they formed; they weren't workmates. They were brothers and a family.
Everyone hid a small smile; they were content with each other. They're at peace when they're together.
Jake was busy helping in the kitchen, but when he stopped to look around, the hidden smiles from everyone looked like a toothy grin to him. Giggling to himself, he whispered to Jay.
"I guess we have another place to call home."
"the dorm?" Jay whispered back, steering his focus from cooking to glance at Jake and look around the dorm.
"Nah, it's where the seven of us are together."
It was cliché, and Jay huffed in amusement, but there was no denying that it was true.
"Yeah, I think another home is when we're all together."
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#honey writes!#enhypen#heeseung#jake sim#jungwon#sunghoon#ni-ki#sunoo#enhypen jay#enhypen scenarios#enhypen imagines#heeseung imagine#jake imagines#jungwon imagines#sunghoon imagine#ni-ki imagines#sunoo imagines#enhypen jay imagines#enhypen x reader
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just a little update on what's coming up!!
- honey girl chapter six is in the works, halfway done !! i'm thinking i'm gonna give you a break from all the angst in the series in this chapter... but no promises... <3
- I have a jake seresin x floyd!reader fic that's half written. it's soft and sweet and gentle... I love it, personally
- professor!joel miller x student!reader has been sat half finished in my drafts for months. this needs to be finished because it's fucking delicious
- 2 or 3 cowboy!spencer reid mini fics and headcanons are in the works
- I also have a chibs x reader kind of soft dom light brat tamer fic that's almost done
- web of lies chapter two is like 1/4 done... i'm sorry for deserting this fic!! idk what happened!! but it'll be finished soon... <3
as always, feel free to let me know which you'd like to see first!! or feel free to ask any questions you might have about any of these. much love <3
#honey girl chapter six#honey girl#web of lies#professor!joel miller smut#professor!joel miller#dbf!bucky barnes#dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes#jake seresin x floyd!reader#spencer reid x reader#spiderman!spencer reid#chibs telford x reader#chibs telford smut#cowboy!spencer reid smut#cowboy!spencer reid
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He leaned in!
He leaned in!
He leaned in!
#the librarians#thelibrariansedit#the librarians tnt#thelibrariansedits#jake stone#jacob stone#sarina bhonsle#and the disenchanted forest#jake x sarina#jacob x sarina#sarina the librarians#the librarians sarina#my edits#my gifs#jake honey you are so smitten with sarina#he wanted to kiss her
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Honey-coloured Ramparts at Your Ear
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin
Rating: T
Summary:
“You know he loves you, right?”
Jake sucks in a breath.
“The color of your hair’s got nothing to do with it.”
And well, it sounds really idiotic once Javy says it out loud.
OR: the one where Jake dyes his hair dark brown in a moment of existential crisis right before Bradley gets home from deployment.
#now I will hide!#hangster#rooster x hangman#hangman x rooster#sereshaw#top gun#top gun: maverick#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#javy coyote machado#honey coloured
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Man, I know I have a few WIPs to get through but I might have to add another (or two)
I watched Tim Burtons Sleepy Hollow for the thousandth time this morning and I got so many hard thoughts about Jake and Sunghoon….
SleepyHollowAu! ?????
MDNI | 18+
Smutty thoughts below the cut...
Jake as Ichabod Crane..
✰ Jake being dragged to your small village to investigate the murders by the horseman
✰ You, the town doctor, assist him
✰ He’s charming, awkward, and so fucking cute
✰ Early mornings spent together in the fields looking for clues. But God, he’s so distracted by the way you look sitting in the flower fields
✰ Late nights spent in the dark woods in hopes of catching the Horseman, but Jake in moonlight is so ethereal it was only a matter of time before you softly pecked his lips (poor thing is too shy to make the first move)
✰ After a near death experience from the Horseman he can’t hold himself back from you anymore and he’s fucking you against the barn
✰ He’s shy and clumsy and accidentally bumps your head into the wall a few times. Poor baby also cums way too fast and apologizes profusely.
✰ You’re just so warm and your little pussy was squeezing him so tight :(
✰ Is a gentleman though, would drop to his knees and lap at your cunt sucking his cum straight out of you. Would have you coming undone on his tongue in no time
✰ Boy has a lot of stamina too, will go three more rounds, pumping you full of his cum. So…much…of…it…
✰ Definitely breeds you on purpose. Come on now, there’s a Headless fucking Horseman running around. You can’t stay here, sweet boy has to baby trap you so you have to go back to his town with him
Or…hear me out…
Sunghoon as the Headless Horseman
✰ After being accused of witchcraft your village tries to kill you
✰ Left for dead and nowhere to go you find comfort in the abandoned hut that was built by the last woman accused of witchcraft
✰ You’re safe there because obviously no one wants to be anywhere near that creepy place
✰ There in a hidden chest under a loose floorboard you find a spell book with a bookmarked page and a skull??? A real skull??
✰ A page on how to resurrect the Horseman from Hell to do your bidding. As long as you had his skull you were in control of him
✰ You weren’t a witch, so what’s the harm in reading from this page with this skull, right??
✰ Yeah, he breaks down your door and this tall headless man is on his knees waiting for your commands
✰ Fuck it, why not
✰ So one by one you get revenge on the people that tried to kill you. He takes care of everyone that hurt you
✰ So, the polite thing to do after all his hard work is give him his head back. The skull snaps perfectly into place on his shoulders and BAM
✰ Everything is growing back…and he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on
✰ Cracking his neck from side to side he smiles at you, his pointy fangs fully on display
✰“Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn.”
✰ He’s huge. Like no way that thing will fit. But he makes sure it does. He will prep you with his tongue and fingers to the point of overstimulation. Shaking, crying, convulsing overstimulation. And he hasn’t even put his cock in you yet ~
✰“See. I fit perfectly.” He’s bottomed out and the pain is searing hot but it feels amazing.
✰ Will place his hand on the outline of his cock bulging from your stomach and tease you. “I’m all the way in here, doesn’t it hurt?”
✰ He will put you in all sorts of uncomfy positions that have his cock hitting deeper inside you. His favorite is obviously the mating press
✰ Wants to lick your tears as he bruises your cervix :(
#enha smut#enhypen smut#hoonieshoney#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen hard hours#sunghoon smut#sunghoon x reader#jake enhypen smut#jake sim#sim jaeyun#sim jaeyun smut#kpop smut#jake x reader#jake sim smut#honeys drabbles#honey speaks
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Chapter 4: Under Pressure
From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series
Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader
Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?
Word count: 5,468
Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability
Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.
Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.
You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?
Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.
Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.
“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”
Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”
Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”
The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”
Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”
Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”
Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”
Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”
“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”
Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”
“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.
“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“
“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“
“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”
“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.
“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.
“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”
Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”
Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”
“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.
Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.
You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.
You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.
The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.
This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.
Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.
You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.
He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.
You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”
Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.
Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.
You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”
All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.
Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.
“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.
“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.
“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.
Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.
Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”
Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.
“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”
Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”
You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.
“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.
Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.
Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.
He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.
Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.
“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.
“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.
“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”
If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”
You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”
“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.
Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.
He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.
Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”
“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”
Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.
“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”
Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”
Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”
Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”
Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.
“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.
“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”
Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”
Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”
It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.
“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.
You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.
You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”
“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.
“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.
“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”
“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.
He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.
“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.
It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.
Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”
Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.
You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”
You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”
That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.
All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”
Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”
Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”
Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”
“What? What does that ha-“
Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”
Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”
Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”
Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.
He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.
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Bonus A/N: so much going on!! What will happen next? Who was the girl whose truck Curtis had to fix??
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“No, I… Jake wouldn’t do this.”
She snatched the white card from the middle of the flowers.
“But Bradley would.” Mary teased, turning the card around so you could see Bradley’s name in it.
Send me some champagne (🍾) and I’ll give you a random sentence from one of my wips!
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Y’all these character bots are killing me 😭💀
Jake wants to fuck me in a GROCERY store
Rhys wants to OWN ME????
Eddie Munson is ENAMORED with my story telling abilities
Steve is already talking about his life’s dream of having a family
My ego is inflated, who needs real men???
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In Need of Some Life-Affirming Touches
At Bradley’s - Post Mission (ch 2/2)
It’s been a few days since they’ve come back to dryland post mission, everyone who flew the mission or saw combat had been discharged by the army of doctors that had checked them out.
Jake had been sleeping soundly, tired after packing his things and cleaning the apartment, but even the bone-deep exhaustion wasn’t able to prevent the nightmare from waking him up.
He’s about to step away, go back to his car and try to fall asleep once again, when the door opens revealing Bradley there in just some gym shorts and a threadbare shirt, curls wild and looking worn down, like he had been sleeping.
“Jake?”
“God, you were sleeping, weren’t you? I’m so sorry, I, um, I’m gonna go.” He turns to go but a hand holds his own wrist. It’s not a strong hold, not when Bradley’s thumb is caressing his hand, but is enough to keep him in place.
“Jake,” he calls him out, voice soft. “Talk to me.”
ao3
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Rewatched The Ascent recently and dear god, Nog, sweetie, light of my life, your posture during that meeting with Sisko hurts me, like relax your fucking shoulders for ten damn seconds, you’re gonna hurt yourself, plz.
Like I’m just imaging Hugh or Amy having to perform some chiropractic move on him cause he pulled something cause he was once again standing stiffer than carbon nanotubes and got a cramp because of it.
And whoever’s not doing the chiropractic thing is just staring him down with this exasperated “I told you so” look. Jake actually says ‘I told you so’ when he brings in some clam chowder and warm blankets for forced-break-taking-snuggles.
#star trek#star trek ds9#ds9#nog ds9#oc | amelia hayes#hugh borg#jake sisko#nog x hugh#nog x jake#oc x canon#was also reading te starfleet academy comics and just#nog you don’t need to compensate for everyone’s douchey behavior towards you#like plz relax honey#take a break#just once plzzzzz!!!#I will have Amy Hugh and Jake make you take a break and snuggle you!#pan shut up
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