#olderbf

  Pickle ran in zigzags between your feet as you struggled to keep up with his zoomies. The hose was open watering the grass and you could feel the water pass through your toes as they shuffled on the ground. The bottom of your white dress was probably muddied at this point, but you couldn’t care less. It was the perfect temperature outside, your older bf hadn’t gone into town to deliver his furniture, so he tended to you since the morning. “Big smile” He said, holding your brush lathered in toothpaste earlier this morning before scrubbing your teeth “Spit princess” he finished as he held your hair in a ponytail with his hand before dabbing your mouth with the bottom of your pajama top. Your feet hadn’t touched the floor much since the morning because he insisted on carrying you everywhere you went. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your face in his neck while carrying you to the kitchen, and you stayed perched on the wooden table watching as he made you chocolate chips pancakes.

       “Your favorite” He spoke offhandedly as he plated the food and immediately gathered you from the tabletop to his lap. You knew he would want to feed you but liked to bother him anyways “You know I can do it myself right?” you smirked arms around his shoulders as he buttered your pancakes. He gave you a side look and used his free hand to pull at your hair jokingly. He always did. “Brat.” He chuckled silently. 

     “Open.” He brought the fork to your mouth as you took a bite and looked back at him where he looked at you expectedly. 

     “Thank you.” you remembered “It’s really good.” You said before your usual peck on the lips. He nodded and patted your thigh in approval. He then went on to tell you how the day would go. You’d do your usual thing , staying right where he could see and hear you and he’d work in the shed on orders. 

     He was the one that built your swing and tied it to the tree, the swing you were running to right now holding the wet fabric as he sat on the porch looking at you attentively. Sometimes, just like now he’d take his phone out and record you or take pictures. Giving you cues or poses like a proud dad. You always rolled your eyes at it but the heat rising to your cheeks was telling of your true feelings. 

     “I’ll be over in the shed, be careful princess" he said after a while, pocketing his phone and making his way out back.

      “ mhm !" you nodded, pushing yourself higher now. Absent-mindedly you swung back and forth your hair following the movement. You were rarely bored here, finding refuge in your mind and dreams since you had discarded your phone a while ago, using his for rare calls. He was proud of you for it; you were always too attached to it anyways. The bushes surrounding the yard were softly blowing in the wind as a rustle broke your train of thought. Pickle who had been laying at your feet greenlit what you heard as he got up and stood guard. You looked in the direction of the noise as you swung trying to decipher the origin of the noise.  

“Oh there’s anyone here ?” You heard a cautious whisper from behind a tree. It was a male voice. You slowed down your swinging looking back at the shed immediately to your bf was coming your way. 

“I told you I saw something last time , dunno whose property it is tho.“ Another male voice retorted. 

You were stuck on the swing holding both ropes on each side trying to listen closer with your eyes focused on the direction the voices were coming from. Lo and behold two men were starting to be visible. In what seemed to be hiking gear , a cooler in their hands and talking to each other. You sprung to your feet, a bit defensive but not wanting to come off attacking , who knows how you could make it worse ? It seemed your sudden movement brought their attention onto you. They both looked surprised. You struggled to read people in general and this was an even more stressful situation which made it impossible for you to tell if they were friends or foe. 

People rarely came onto the property, if you needed something you made your way to town. This was your haven , this was yours he’d always remind you. No outsiders. You looked at each other for what felt like an eternity, your eyebrows pinched in an attempt to look threatening. One of them spoke first. “Oh hey! Didn’t know there were people this far out.“ The one holding the cooler started. You held pickle back by the skin of his neck loosely. He was the definition of all bark no bite though.

You didn’t mean for your brain to blank out when they spoke to you. But that’s usually what your brain did and you were definitely weirded out by their prying eyes scanning the land , twisting their necks to see if anyone was here apart from you. “You alone here? Cat got your tongue ?” The other one continued. You grimaced as you gathered your thoughts to answer him, but you were cut off. 

“ Inside (y/n)” his voice said behind you. You turned your head to see him walk down the small hill from his shed to the tree holding the axe he was working with in one hand and as he passed you , you could see the gun tucked in his waist band. He stopped in front of you facing the two newcomers. You stammered trying to explain what happened.

“ bedroom now. And lock the door.“ he cut your explanation short, not looking back.

“that’s how you let him talk to you ?“ one slurred a bit. 

“Shut the fuck up talking to her.“ he said firm his free hand reaching back “don’t adress my wife. She doesn’t speak to strangers.”

He only looked back at you once and you knew that was your cue to obey his command and scurry inside which you did as pickle to stay by him. You heard their voices in the back as he questioned them and their cool guy act withered as they noticed he was carrying. But your ears were buzzing at this point as you rushed back inside and locked the door. You were making your way to the bedroom, but your nosiness won as you stayed downstairs nose glued to the window. He wouldn’t like that much. 

“wife,“ he said. That wasn’t surprising to you, you thought as you peered through the window. He always called you that in front of other people. You had thought about asking him why he called you that but knowing him, he’d take it as an excuse to whip you to the nearest courthouse. Not that it’d be too bad, you felt yourself blushing as you shook those thoughts away. He’d tease you for those if he knew. “Yeah? You want to marry me?" he’d say low, probably digging his fingers into your side to tickle you. It was mid-march and chilly outside, but you could feel yourself getting hotter, which you tried to shake off before he could come in and see. Your bashfulness was his bread and butter, poking at it relentlessly. 

   The door doing its usual creaking snapped you out of it and you scrambled as you realized he came in, casting a quick glance to the garden where the men were nowhere to be seen. He glanced at you, his axe discarded as he walked to the safe under the stairs and locked the gun away. He knew you hated firearms and would never address you with one in his hands. "who were they, what did they want?” You whispered, rising to your feet before following him. Blocking the view so you couldn’t see the password, he locked the weapon away. 

Walking to you he palmed your waist as his eyes went over your body attentively. You knew he was scanning for any injuries. “I’m okay” you whispered as your hand rested on his to help his frantic inspection. He barely heard you, you knew which state this was, the obsessive and repetitive movements continued until he deemed you safe enough. “What did I tell you princess ?” He hushed. You stayed quiet ,your hands going up to his shoulders. You had this natural urge to soothe and please. He joked that you always tried to trick him. “No answering me ?” He continued firmer, his tone clipped. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered rising on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his. Almost unconsciously he chased the kiss as you lowered back down. “I just want you safe mhm?” he squeezed your waist before lifting you up. You squealed as your legs wrapped around his middle. “You’re not mad at me?” You whispered as he made his way to the couch settling with you in the same position.

“Could never be mad at you.” He said absently brushing a wayward curl out of your face. Your cheeks heated as you looked away. The contrast was always fun to behold. You in your muddy dress, bare feet probably reddish now by the rocks you stepped on or bug bites, the dirt under your nails as he despite his handy work looked pristine. You squirmed embarrassed as he cupped your face forcing you to look at him. “I’m here.” 

“Sorry I know” You nodded in a whisper. He disliked how much you were quick to apologize. Adored your manners but hated that sad look in your eyes.

“ I’m proud of you.” He continued hands lowering to the collar of your dress covering you up better as if a doll. “You did good today.” You could tell you had reacted so obviously because his lips widened in this sleek grin. Softly wiping the mud off your bare thigh he huffed unable to hold his laugh. “listened so good”

Your eyes had probably widened so quick and filled with stars, taking a expectant breath in so attentive and responsive to praise as you always were, excitedly biting at your lower lip. He used his thumb to pull your lips out of your snipping giving your cheek a light slap and a warning look which softened immediately.

“You’re so cute” he laughed quietly “you know that ?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh too shaking your head. “Say it back to me” He pleaded, keeping his tone firm. “Tell me you’re cute princess” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you looked at him through your eyelashes. 

“I’m cute.” You murmured embarrassed. 

“ oh come on!” He groaned playfully tickling your neck as you jumped laughing “say it louder baby. Don’t mumble your words I told you that.” He said pinching your cheek. 

“ I’m cute !” You said cringing at yourself. You knew it was a love and hate relationship for him dealing with your bashfulness. He found it cute but at the same time didn’t like when you couldn’t speak up , or when he had to coax the words out of you. Well Sometimes he enjoyed the coaxing. You immediately crashed into him head burrowed in his neck. He huffed immediately holding you. 

“ unbelievable.” He muttered quietly gathering your unruly hair which was all over your back and now partially his face into a ponytail he held in his fist. “Just unbelievable. You’re so messy right now” he poked at your side.

“Stop!” You giggled trying to swat his hand away face still hidden.

“You little piglet" he joked giving your ponytail one tug. “we’ll have to clean you up with the garden hose next time.” He continued making pig noises, his mouth snipping at your neck. 

Your back arched as your laugh resounded. You attempted to hide but he amped up his antics tickling you all over making you squeal. He was doing this to take your mind off the two creepy men outside and he knew it had worked. You were all his in those moments, your brain tossing the memory out completely focusing on him. He laughs , watching try to keep yourself decent knowing he'd make fun of you some more for flashing your underwear as your legs attempted to kick him.

“Too late” he thought looking at your face glowing in sweat and your disheveled state. You try to scramble off his lap closing your legs but it’s pointless as his hands grab your ankles trapping them behind his back. His hand reaches to cup your face as he forces kisses on your lips.

You shook your head more flustered than ever, your laughs blending in with hiccups squeals and heavy breaths. It was a losing fight as his fingers knew where to press , keeping your lips parted.

“You can’t run for me” he teased his digits pressing into your cheeks. “ mhm you know that right princess ?”

Whether or not they’d leave marks was still up in the air but he didn’t care. Never did. You needed pressure. To be held and bent and made to do things when your mind was running wild and your heart was unsettled.

“ I’m the only one who gets to trap you here mhm” He chuckles as you pawed the best you could at his chest “scare you all over ?”

“ Eyes baby” he cut through the fun holding your face to a distance as you heaved half present. Still, you knew the command by heart as your fighting came to a halt and you met his gaze. “ I’m the only one right?”

You took a deep breath just now noticing the ache in your ankles bent awkwardly trapped behind him , in your back from the play fighting and being held forcefully. In your scalp from him pulling at your hair. The pain cut through the noise. It helped. Came as proof. You nodded distractedly.

“Yes” you finally let out trying to focus your eyes , it came out muffled from your squished cheeks and messy duck face “ of course, the only one.”