#a big huge white pick up truck pulls up. on the other side of the gate on the street freedom side of the gate.
Text
MY BUNNY VALENTINE
( Benny Miller x F!Reader )
Summary: When Benny says he’s just heading out, you don’t expect him to return with a big surprise.
Rating: Mature 18+
Warnings: Language, mentions of food, biting, dry humping, slapping if you squint, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), biting, marking, no use of Y/N
Word Count: 3.3k
It was one of those rare occasions where Benny didn’t wake you up when he woke up. He got up and pulled on his gym gear when his phone pinged from his side of the bed, his eyes flicking to you even though you hadn’t even moved.
The corner of his lips quirked when he read the message and for today, he saw it best to kill two birds with one stone and go to the gym to catch up with his other boys. Coming back with a morning brew, he shook you gently. He should have anticipated your reaction as you groaned, burying yourself further into the duvet.
“Bunny,” his voice was soft as he brushed the hair from your face.
Your brows knotted before your eyes opened to thin slits, lids still heavy.
“Benny?”
You croaked on your enquiry, it was early, far too early.
“I’m heading out to the gym, gonna do a couple of things while I’m out, want anything?”
You yawn, “I’m good, thanks.”
Your eyes fall shut and he watches as your head sinks deeper into the pillow. Leaning forward, he kisses your crown before he steps out of the room, closing the door with his lightest touch.
When you finally came to, his apartment was quiet. Pulling on your t-shirt and the nearest pair of sweatpants, you stagger from the bedroom, rubbing your eyes. You call his name a few times, peeking into his office and gym before accepting the fact he wasn’t home. Checking your phone, the late morning time reflects back at you.
He’s usually back by now… unless he did a longer session?
You’re not one to message to ask where the hell he is but when you rummage around the kitchen, finding nothing satisfactory, you find a reason to get in contact.
‘Lunch?’
You put your phone in your pocket, you feel the weight of it fall further than usual. Looking down, you realise the difference in fabric before your brain finally processed you were wearing his - more caffeine was needed.
As you waited for the water to boil, there was a chirp.
‘Already sorted darlin 😘’
You react with a heart, Benny knew you too well.
On your days off, especially at the boys’ places, you do your best to relax and much to Benny’s annoyance, you’d really gotten into playing on his Switch. You took the controls from him so much, he’d just added your name to his device and watched as you replay everything he’d already done, teasing you just a little for not being as good.
Keys jostled in the lock and you immediately pause the game, jumping from your seat.
His face lit up when he saw you, “Hey, Bunny.”
“Hey, need some help?”
“If you don’t mind taking these,” he hands you a few bags, “there’s one more thing I need to get from the car.”
You peek into the one bag to see what’s for lunch.
“I’ll dish up,” you say, wandering to the kitchen.
There were a few places Benny liked to go to so it was always exciting to see what he picked up. You pull out a glass bottle of fizzy orange and instantly knew he’d been to the truck not far from the gym. The second bottle was lemon and there were two intricately wrapped, somehow still warm burritos. You open up a cupboard, balancing on your tiptoes as you went to get plates, the door slammed behind Benny as he came back in.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!”
You gasp.
Leaning from behind the door, you see him, his face taken over by his white smile whilst the rest of him was hidden behind a giant bunny plush.
“It’s huge!”
“I know,” he was chuckling as your face remained stunned. “You gonna come get it?”
Giggling, you run over to him and he handed it over. The fluffy texture engulfed you and you found yourself snuggling deeper into it’s softness, taking a big breath in to smell it’s crisp clean smell, the faintest hint of his aftershave clinging to the fibres.
“Where did you find this?”
“Just a random secondhand store, it was in the window and I couldn’t resist.”
“I bet you got some looks.”
Oh, he did but the moment he mentioned it was for his girlfriend, people’s expressions changed except the woman at the cleaners. She was not impressed when he turned up, asking if there was any possibility they knew how to clean this bunny. Rolling her eyes, she snatched the bunny from him and said two weeks, handing him a scrap of paper with an amount probably double the price it should be.
He flicked the ears out of the way so he could catch your sparkling eyes.
“It was worth it.”
The temperature rose in your cheeks and you found yourself trying to hide even more behind the stuffed toy.
“Know what you’re gonna call him?”
You were slow to respond.
“Mr Bunny,” you finally said.
He cocked his head to one side, “I was expecting something a little more imaginative.”
“He’s wearing a bowtie, he’s a sophisticated gentleman.”
Benny hums, nodding though he was pandering to you with a smirk on his face. You huff, turning on your heels and heading back to the kitchen.
“Fine,” you glance over your shoulder, “me and Mr Bunny will eat the burritos and you can make yourself something.”
“Hey, I worked hard for that burrito!”
For the rest of the day, you barely moved from the couch, except for freshening up when Benny insisted the pair of you at least walked around the block and you also handed back his sweatpants. After that, you found yourself snuggled up with him one side and the newly appointed Mr Bunny on the other.
Benny was beginning to regret his decision in getting you that giant teddy.
Sure, a little part of him had wanted to one up his brother ever since Will won you a big plush Grogu at the arcade, which you then proceeded to take with you to their parents when you were threatened and ultimately ended up in a bedroom in the main house, separated from the boys in the barn. Will had never mentioned how the other teddy got in the way or maybe it was because you had something new to play with that he was only slightly starting to feel like a third wheel.
He squirmed in his seat for what felt like the twentieth time tonight.
“Is something up, babe?”
In the warm glow of the lampshade, you look up at him doe-eyed.
“No,” he sighed before a long pause. “Maybe.”
You fluttered your lashes at him, lips piercing as one arm tightens around Mr Bunny. He hone in on the oversized teddy, his eyes narrowing.
“You’re jealous of Mr Bunny.”
You lean away from him like you’re scared he’ll take it away.
“Only a little.”
“But why?”
“Because you’re obsessed with him.”
“Aaaw,” you say almost sarcastically, “am I starving you of attention, Benny?”
Except Benny wasn’t listening, he wasn’t even looking, he was fully focused on that goddamn bunny. It was the first time you’d ever seen his gorgeous green eyes go dark and his smile turned into a straight line.
“Give me the bunny,” he growled softly.
“No,” you huff.
You make a show of shuffling yourself to the opposite side of the couch, wrapping your arms around the neck of the teddy, pouting.
What happened next is exactly how you imagined him and Will might have resolved something like this when they were younger. Benny pounced like a lion who had seen his prey and held himself effortlessly above you, boxing you in with his arms and legs.
Squealing, you go to fight back, lifting your legs ready to thrash but he pins his knees to keep your thighs together before sitting inches above the trapped limbs. Wriggling your way out is useless yet it doesn’t stop you trying, your upper body writhing and twisting to try and get the teddy away from him. He watches as your expression scrunches and you moan sweetly as you attempt to escape.
He doesn’t move, he simply bides his time.
It takes you a minute to realise he’s not actually doing anything to you or Mr Bunny.
First you stop, your back firmly against the cushions of the couch then you open your eyes, panting gently to catch your breath. He’s so close your noses almost touch, staring intently as his lips form into a smug smile.
“Give me one good reason why I’m better than Mr Bunny and I may let you go.”
You blink up at him, mouth twitching as you thought of what to say.
“Ok, he’s fluffy and soft and good to snuggle…”
His eyebrows raised, you were losing him.
“But he can’t fuck me like you do.”
His face instantly changed, his beaming smile returning as he leant closer and brushed the tip of his nose against yours.
“How about we show him how it’s done?”
You giggle, loosening your grip on the teddy as his one hand came to rest over it’s face. He pulled it from between you in one motion, leaning back to tuck it into the corner where he once sat, returning his attention back to you.
“He’s not looking at us.”
What you said sounded innocent enough but Benny’s one eyebrow arched.
“How else is he gonna learn?”
Chuckling, he shakes his head and repositions Mr Bunny so the plastic eyes are focused on you.
“Better?”
He looks to you and you nod happily.
Within a second, he engulfs you, his palms pressed against your cheeks as he crashes his lips into yours. He’s feverish, taking the air from your lungs as he forces his tongue into your mouth and roams around. Your muscles begin to loosen and you allow him to take you any way he pleases.
He finally lets you breath, moving his kisses over your chin and down your neck, hands roaming over the swell of your breasts. Your nipples harden even under your t-shirt as his fingers teased the hemline. A moan escapes your lips when he buries himself into the crook of your neck, sucking gently, hiking up the material.
Your hands instinctively chase him as he shuffles back to plant kisses on your stomach, his chin grazing the elastic of your sleep shorts. Sinking your fingers into his dirty blonde locks, he follows your pull, dragging his tongue towards to middle of your tits. He kisses the curve of one before flicking his tongue around your nipple, taking it in his mouth. You fist his hair tighter then let go when he releases it.
He sighs, “I do miss the piercings.”
The piercings lasted a few months until you found them a problem. They were aesthetically pleasing and the boys, Benny and Santiago in particular, did like them but you could never get used to them. And you thought your nipples were sensitive beforehand, now it was a whole new level.
“Still happy to play with them though,” you giggle.
He cups a nipple in his mouth again, humming, the vibrations causing your arousal to pool. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle the moan, feeling him smile knowing exactly what he’d done. Releasing himself with a pop, he straightened his back and slapped your tits playfully before lifting up his legs.
He coiled his arms in between his thighs and guided your legs out and over his, palms moving to your hips to lift you up. Edging forward, he began to fold you in half as you wrapped your legs around his lean frame then his hips grinds against your covered pussy, a honeyed sigh comes from deep.
“Feels good, hm?”
Your eyelids flutter shut as he rolls his hips again, your head falling back to the couch.
Benny would only blame you for how hard he already was. You were pinned under his weight, grunting sweetly as you tried to overthrow him was fucking better than any opponent in the ring. He felt his cock stiffen the moment your ass ate your shorts and revealed more bare thigh, even Mr Bunny couldn’t hide that one.
He slipped one hand up the leg hole, fingertips reaching for your slick folds, searching for your clit behind the damp fabric.
“Oh, fuck,” you choke, lower back jolting.
Looks like he wasn’t the only one who got worked up in the struggle.
Taking two fingers, he scoops your juice and softly draws circles on the bundle of nerves. You whimper, back arching to his touch as the tingling starts to spread across the muscles, your legs locking against him. He works you until you’re gasping for air, chest heaving, face burrowed into the nearest decorative cushion then suddenly he stops, slipping his hand from the confines of your shorts.
You whine at the lose of touch.
“Mr Bunny doesn’t want you to come yet,” he says, sucking the end of his fingers, your tang waking up his tastebuds.
“I don’t think he’d say that, he’s on my side.”
He laughs, “Nah, he wants to see me stretch that pussy first.”
You yelp as Benny grabs your elastic waistband and coaxes you to unlock your legs before he tugs your shorts off roughly. Tossing them to the side, you watch his hands move to his sweatpants, the small dark spot an indicator for the precum that seeped through the material. His cock swung freely as he hitched down the waistband.
He picks up your hips, resting them on his thighs as he takes one hand to his hardened length, lining it up to your opening. Running through folds, he uses your juices to lubricate his tip before pushing it gently into you. You sigh, head falling back, offering your neck for him to take as he continues to sink his cock inside.
Taking one hand from your hip, he leans forward and places the palm directly next to your cheek. Hovering over you again, he smiles, his stray hairs falling to your face and your chest begins to flush.
You feel him pulling out, the drag of his cock trapped amongst your inner walls and you wrap your legs around his lower back. The pair of you give a harmonious moan that fills the air, one that makes you forget whatever you were watching on the television. Actually, with how close he was, he took over each of your senses, making you forget you were even in a room.
Mr Bunny wasn’t even an afterthought, it was nothing but Benny.
He snapped his hips, filling you to the hilt, taking your breath away in the process. Holding his cock inside, your walls flutter around his form, the warmth spreading across your belly. He goes again and again, each stroke brushing lightly against that sweet spot, the one once hit just right will have you screaming his name.
And that’s what he wants to hear.
He’s never been so hungry for you before. Drunk off your cute, little squeaks, high from breathing in the delicate scent of your perfume. Slowly, your own pleasure builds, the sweat clinging to your hairline as he pants hotly over your skin. You’ve had to close your eyes and drop your head to one side, concealing your melting expression from his sharp gaze.
As he draws himself out, you mewl at the lose, the grip of your legs strengthening as you chase his cock. He soothes you with a soft caress of your side before he changes his position slightly, your hips becoming a fraction higher.
“Bunny, look at me.”
You peer out from the cushion, the muscles in your arms loosening. He appeared equally as flushed, the heat between you searing despite the noticeable chill in the middle of your bodies. It was a brief moment of calm then his fingers squeeze three times and all you can do is nod feebly.
“That’s my girl,” he throws a wink in your direction.
Your girl, you blush.
Holding you steady, he seamlessly slips back into your weeping cunt and his tip presses right where he wants it.
“Oh my god,” the final vowel extends.
He props himself up over you, his nose rubbing against yours. Rolling his hips, he hits the spot again sharply, catching your cry in his mouth as he kisses you. With each thrust, he captures every sweet sound you give. Your legs vibrate against him, fingers clawing helplessly at the couch as his movements grow frantic.
His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he comes up for air.
He drops his head, eyes focusing on how his length lips in and out of you with ease, your juices flowing as your pussy sucks him back down.
“Benny, Benny, fuck.”
Your stomach grows taut, your toes curling against his back.
“That’s it, darlin’, keep saying my name.”
How did that manage to turn you on more? The squelch of your walls as he pushed harder and harder filled the space, it was almost obscene but he was basking in it. Your arousal was spreading, sticking to the hairs that lines the end of his cock and he looked back to you. You were almost there and his eyes fell to the crook of your neck, his tongue flicking across his lips. He folded you in half to sink his teeth into your flesh.
That’s when the knot in you belly snapped and you came apart screaming his name.
Now he understood why Santiago bit you occasionally, the release was so intense, he’s sure his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Your pussy trapped him within your pulsating walls until you milked him dry. His jaw relaxed, a single string of saliva clinging to you as he lifted his heavy head.
You lay beneath him, chest heaving as the aftershocks continued to dance across your body legs finally giving in.
He kissed where he’d left marks on your skin, soothing laps of the tongue before his lips pressed deeper then he delivered them up your neck, your jaw. Brushing the hair from your face, he crashes into your lips and refuses to let go until you’re struggling to breath, swatting his chest with your palm.
He traces the bite with his fingertips.
“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You cup his cheek, trailing a thumb along the bone.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” you say smiling.
He swiftly kisses your palm, “I’ll get something to clean you up.”
Pulling out of you, he eases your back to the couch before climbing off and heading to the bathroom. You tug your t-shirt down over your breasts and sit up, bringing your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. Mr Bunny sat opposite you, had fallen forward it what you would joke was shock or an attempt to get a view but you know it was because Benny plowed you into the cushion at full force.
Who knew a giant teddy could get him so riled up.
“Want a drink?”
You looked over your shoulder as he wandered over and handed you a cool damp face cloth. Hugging the fabric to your neck, the change in temperature softens the tension you didn’t realise was there.
“I’m good, thanks babe.”
“Alright, I’ll get you a water.”
You laugh, he always made sure you stayed hydrated.
Returning with two bottles of water, he opens a top and gives it to you. You happily accept, taking a sip as he lifts your legs up by the ankles and slides underneath, draping your limbs over his thighs.
He spreads you open, notes how his cum has started to dribble from your pussy. Carefully, he tucks a towel between your legs and wipes away the excess. You hum, tipping your head to the side as you watch him intently. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he meets your face to admire you in your dishevelled, post sex appearance and as always, the temperature rises in your cheeks.
“Fancy a snuggle?” His head cocks to the plush beside him.
“Nah,” you say, scooting your ass closer as you drape an arm over his chest, tucking your head under his chin. “He doesn’t have a stitch on you.”
#triple frontier#triple frontier x reader#triple frontier fanfic#triple frontier smut#benny miller#benny miller x reader#benny miller x you#smut#valentines fic
107 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dandelions
Hyunjin x Female reader
Word count: 971
Synopsis: You and Hyunjin find a field of dandelions. Hyunjin sees a field of wishes.
A/N: This bad boy has been in the WIPS for a WHile! Finally got around to finishing it up! It's fluffy and sweet and I hope you all enjoy! If you like reading this give it a reblog, comment, like, shoot me an ask, I love to hear from you guys!
Warnings: None really. A little suggestive in the beginning but sorry guys no smut on this one! Crack head levels of fluff for sure though!
Your car was cruising down a winding country road. You were in the passenger seat with your feet propped up on the dash looking out your open window at the expansive view ahead of you, the breeze blowing your hair around crazily.
Your boyfriend was driving, sneaking peeks over at you. His eyes scanning up your bare legs stretched out in front of you until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to run his hand down your smooth leg and squeeze your thigh. You looked over at him and smiled leaning your head back on the seat and closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm day, the breeze, your boyfriend’s touch. You were on an extended road trip, on the way to your parent’s place for a family friend’s wedding.
You had done a good chunk of the driving already and it was Hyunjin’s turn to get some miles in. You were way out in the country now so he was really getting the better end of the deal so far. Mostly straight aways and no other traffic to speak of except an occasional truck or tractor. Hyunjin’s hand slid lower down your thigh and further in towards the apex of your legs.
“Don’t start anything you can’t finish Hwang.” You flashed him a look, raising your eyebrow at him. He smirked and lightly pinched the inside of your thigh.
“Who says I can’t finish?” He winked at you. You rolled your eyes and laughed.
“Me and the fact that you’re behind the wheel of this car that’s who’s saying.” You came over a crest in the road and suddenly you saw this huge field of wild flowers and throughout the field, looking like scattered clouds, were hundreds of blooming dandelions. You immediately perked up, sitting straight up in your seat.
“Hyunjinnie! Look at that field! Can we stop please please please can we stop!? I want to take pictures!” You bounced in your seat and asked to stop at the field like a kid asking to go to Disney world. How could he possibly say no to you.
“Yes baby we can stop for pictures.” You squealed and reached over wrapping your arms around Hyunjin’s neck and giving him a big wet kiss on the cheek and then started crawling in the back seat looking for your camera before he even pulled off to the side of the road.
“Impatient much?” He pinched your rear that was bent over the center console.
“Ouch! Enough with the pinching or I’ll pinch your head off mister!” You sat back in your seat with your camera in hand as Hyunjin parked the car on the shoulder of the road, far enough if any cars came passed they wouldn’t have to go around or avoid the parked vehicle.
As soon as the car came to a complete stop you were jumping out and running into the field. Hyunjin got out laughing. He loved seeing you so carefree like that, you were always so concerned about deadlines and if there was time for this or that. Hyunjin grabbed a blanket you kept in the trunk for when you went to the drive in and followed you out into the field.
He spread out the blanket and sat down while you took picture after picture of pretty little flowers. Hyunjin was so head over heels in love with you. No one was perfect but you were close enough for him. He started picking dandelions and blowing the seeds away. Again and again. You turned and found Hyunjin in your view finder. You started taking pictures of the beautiful man scattering the white fluff balls into the wind. You let your camera hang around your neck and walked over.
“That’s a lot of wishes your making there Mr. Hwang.” You sat down while he picked another and blew, more white fluff carried away by the wind.
“It’s not a lot. Just one.” You smiled.
“You’re wishing the same wish over and over again?” He shook his head and picked another.
“Mhmm. I’m wishing that you’ll be mine.” You looked at him confused. You were his. Entirely. You loved Hyunjin more than you loved yourself because you knew he loved you just as much. Hyunjin turned towards you and you took your camera off setting it aside.
“I’ve always read in stories about a once in a life time love. I’m pretty sure that you’re that love of mine.” His hand came up and he tucked a stray hair behind your ear so he could see your beautiful face better and you smiled.
“When I’ve had a bad day, I feel okay when I see you smile.” Hyunjin cupped your cheek and looked deep into your eyes.
“I see forever when I look in your eyes.” He kissed you so sweetly it took your breath away. When you opened your eyes Hyunjin looked down and your gaze followed his. When you looked down you saw a small velvet burgundy box open in his hands, a pretty little diamond ring resting on a cushion inside.
“Will you be mine forever?” Tears welled up and spilled from your eyes instantly. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his plump lips over and over.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I will I’ll always be yours Hyunjin!” You cried and hugged him. Once you were calm Hyunjin let go and grabbed your hand to put the ring on your finger.
“I was going to ask your parents' permission on this trip and ask you later but this seemed like the place and time to do it.” You nodded agreeing as you looked at the ring on your finger then deep into his gorgeous brown eyes.
“I love you Hyunjin.” They sparkled like the diamond.
“I love you too.”
Please do not repost or translate any of my works. My blog and stories are NSFW and 18+ ONLY! Minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked!
@acciocriativity @caroline-ds-world @chansynie @ughbehavior @jquellen27 @jisuperboard @fixation-dump @lachinitaaaaa @rinrinndou @bangchans-angel @laylasbunbunny @owo-manii-uwu @armystay89 @b00dyguts @purplenimsicle @caticorn61 @lauraneuuh @channieandhisgoonsquad @minnysproutgriffinteddy @svintsandghosts @the-sweetest-rose @alice630 @3rachasninja @m0ri-apeuda @eastleighsblog @linoification @mlink64 @smally97 @fun-fanfics @chansducky10 @starfire21 @cessixja @siewoon @berryberrytan @binnies-minsung-fanclub @lethallyprotected
#stray kids#skz#skz317cb97#cal 🖤#hwang hyunjin fan fic#hyunjin fan fic#hwang hyunjin fluff#hyunjin fluff
95 notes
·
View notes
Text
youtube
Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared
The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!
#ACLA24#ACLA24Leaders#youtube#youtube video#climate leaders#climate solutions#climate action#climate and environment#climate#climate change#climate and health#climate blog#climate justice#climate news#weather and climate#environmental news#environment#environmental awareness#environment and health#environmental#environmental issues#environmental justice#environment protection#environmental health#Youtube
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
Dream ppost, possibly long, once again.
First dream: I visited a woman who had some kind of mental illness. She had 3 puppies and 1 of them was very scared, sitting still and trembling. I thought I need to report about that poor puppy but never didn't. At one point she and I went near to her balcony and there was 3 or 4 wild HUGE Great Horned Owls (huuhkaja) sleeping on the railing under a bedsheet. I LOVE those owls so seeing them made me super excited!
Next we stood on the balcony after those owls left. Before us was Chinese landscape with mountains and lake which was right beneath us. In the lake was HUGE cat fish! Like at least 5 meters long! But with it in the lake lived dragons. 2 of them were middle sized / normal (whatever you consider "normal size" to be for dragons) and one HUGE one. Those smaller ones were black and red-black in color while biggest was made of stone. They all laid at the bottom of the lake, relaxing and living peacefully. At the edge of the lake, near mountains, was wooden polls with ropes and something hang from those ropes. Rope went from poll to poll. I then thought: "Wait a minute. This was MY idea! MY way to earn money and help environment! She STOLE this from me!" Soon after this I woke up.
In last night's dream I, first, was in some mall and first I followed this guy who liked me, like I liked him, and he played hard to catch. I lost him at some point. Then something happened and people started to rush out of the mall in panic. I tried to keep up with my sister but lost her.
Next I sat in a high car, looking behind through back window. We were driving on a forest road, forest being on both sides of the road. Road itself was like a storming sea, covered with water which was coming towards us. Suddenly bright yellow flashing, like lightning, started to appear in the middle line of the water and it made me happy. I knew it was the guy, my crush, who I lost at the mall. He had returned and found me instead. I also need to mention this guy was more or less like a lizard people (if you know what I mean).
Then, in the same dream, I was in HUGE white truck. It had 2 big trailers but they were shared in 2 levels. Upper levels looked like a bus with seats but below area was empty, stored with food and weapons. I sat near the window, equipped with a hammer only. We were chased by enemy or police, I'm not sure. My sister was there with many other people. I saw one enemy coming with flying scooter or something so I asked could I break the window so I could shoot him. Sis started to say no, but I already hit a small hole in the glass, pushing my little gun through it, aiming at the enemy.
I pulled the trigger and out came a group of small white balls which turned into seagulls! They attacked the man, me yelling at them to poke his eyes out of his head! :'D More enemies came to his aid and one of them aimed at me directly with his gun. The glass shattered and I fell out of the truck. Luckily I, like evetyobe else, were tied on their seat with a long rope or chain so I hanged along.
I managed to land on near by police car which was still chafing us. On it's roof was a pile of weapons, mostly old long axes, knives and swords. I took few of them before falling off on the car. I got sucked under the police car before my chain yanked me back with such huge force that I landed on another white truck which was driving beside us. I heard my sis scream at me something while I watched another pile of weapons in front of me. Once more I took old swords, knives and axes. We had no good weapons in our truck so I took weapons to as many people as I could.
I remember how excited and pleased I was when picking up those weapons, haha! Oh, and another thing! For a some reason wearing shoes, and socks, was forbid in our truck. Apparently they made noises what enemies could hear.
And then I slowly started to wake up.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter two “old friends”:
Today I had finally landed in San Diego and when I got off the plane and got my bags I was then greeted by my family. The very first person to hug me was my older brother Peter, gosh I missed his hugs they always were so comforting. He pulled away and smiled at me saying.
"Welcome home Lie Lie" I smiled at the nickname he gave me when we were kids.
"It's good to be back" with that he let my grandma come towards me to finally engulf me in her arms, it felt so good to be home. She kissed me on the cheek and led me to the car , leaving my brother to carry all the luggage despite the many protests he gave her. The one person I hadn't seen yet was grampa. Yes I know it's Grandpa but Grampa was the only way I've ever said it since I was a kid. Grandma clearly saw my face and quickly assured me that he was waiting for me at home of course u understood why, not the long ago Grampa was battling throat cancer and through many tough stages he finally got better or so we thought. Once we reached the car we headed on to the house.
Leading into the driveway I saw the big White House I grew up in. The amount of memories I had good and bad came flooding back all I could do was smile. Peter parked the car near the front door and I hopped out of his truck and immediately ran into the house, I spun around in the foyer like a little kid and sighed happily, I could hear laughter above me and when I looked up it was Grampa looking down at me from the upstairs balcony as soon as I saw him I charged up the stairs while doing this I nearly tripped and cause my grandma to yell out for me to be careful but that was the least of my worry's, once I reached him I hugged him like it was the end of the world, he surely returned and he pulled away and smiled at me, he couldn't really communicate as well as he had once but his eyes said it all.
"I missed you to grampa" he placed his hands on either side of my face and gave me a big kiss on my forehead. We both walked down the stairs and he greeted the rest and my brother left my stuff near the stairs which made me laugh and we both headed towards the living room where I immediately laid on the sofa, Peter came to where I was and stood in front of me with a smile on his face one that only had one meaning and one meaning only.
Mischief.
"Oh no, no, no, no" i tried to get away but he picked me up put me over his shoulder and made his way to the backyard, grandma and grampa watching the entire time with huge smiles on their face. Peter opened the door and walked on over to the pool.
"PETER LIAM KAZANKSY PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT" he stopped walking which led me to believe that he was going to actually listen oh how wrong was I.
"Ya know I was considering letting you down but you pulled the full name card so I am definitely not doing that now" He continues to walk and reaches the pool and throws me into, the cold not at all heated pool. He laughed so hard at me that when I came back up I splashed him with water but he continued to laugh, I eventually laughed and made him pull me up, grandma handed me a towel and told me that my room was all ready for me so I could go get changed I nodded and went on up to my room the left side of the upstairs wing. Walking up to the door I saw the sigh outside of my door that has a multi sports poster with my name on it I opened the door and it felt like I was in high school all over again, I went over to my closet and remembered my stuff was downstairs so I had to pick a big sweater from college and shorts I quickly showered to get the pool water off of me and changed and put my hair up in a pony tail. Walking more into my room I went over to my desk where I saw the many pictures of family events like the Kazanksy Christmas party's, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, Grampas Naval Events, and high school events. One in particular caught my eye, it was a picture of me my brother with grampa and two other gentlemen. It so happened to be my Uncle Mav or Maverick who flew with grampa and his "son" Bradley Bradshaw or how I liked to call him Brado. I looked at them and had a sad smile I have fallen out of touch with both well Mav would write or call whenever either one of us wasn't deployed or busy but Bradley he never spoke to me again after I signed up to join the Navy. He was set back four years and I was aware that the pulling of his papers was going to happen, and of course he knew that I knew and he never gave me the chance to explain he only gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out of my life, grampa would let me know how he was doing in the academy but of course never had much to say on him cause Bradley didn't talk to Mav so there was nothing else to tell grampa to tell me. Snapping out of it I went back downstairs to eat with them all and we just chatted away until it became 4:00 pm and I instantly remembered I was supposed to go and meet the crew I'd be flying with, an old friend from high school Natasha would be on that same crew and man was I stoked to see her. I ran upstairs to get dressed into my brown off-duty uniform and put my hair into a nice slick back bun and out on my CALLSIGN tag and pins on my collar and walked down to the kitchen where everyone was and they all turned to look at me.
"Where you going sweetheart?"
"I have to go to the Hard Deck for work"
"A bar for work, that's not very responsible Lie Lie" Peter laughed
"Oh shut it Peter, I'll be back later alright I love you guys" I gave all three a kiss on the cheek and walked into the garage and saw a cover on a certain car, the only one covered and I smiled walking over to get the keys I took the cover off and it revealed a 1976 all black Chevy Camaro the car grampa got me for my 16th, while other girls asked for buggies or convertibles all I wanted was a muscle car. I turned it on and revved it up man I missed that sound, I pulled out of the garage and made my way over to the Hard Deck. Once I was there I parked and made my way inside, I was greeted with the smell of beer, peanuts and the sound of music with pilots and backseaters overlapping walking over to a crowed I walk over to a specific someone a tall blond well groomed man m. I immediately smirked and made my way over he was playing pool, ready to make his next move when I coughed obnoxiously causing him to look up and he greeted me with a smirk standing up he turned to his right and soon smiled at me.
"ACE" he smiled
"Hangman how my favorite asshole doing?"
"Oh he's doing just fine, what are you doing here darling?" I moved toward the wall to lean on and began to explain, when I saw none other the Natasha walking in with two guys behind her.
"What do we have here?" He got up from playing pool with coyote and made his way to her.
"and here I thought we were special, I'm seeing now the invite went out to anyone" Gosh I hated those cocky remarks. I only could roll my eyes at him. Natasha walks up to meet where hangman had now sat on the pool table.
"Fellas this here is bagman"
"Hangman"
"Whatever, your looking at the only Naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air to air kill" Gosh Nat you just had to feed his ego.
"Stop" they 5 continued to bicker on how they can compare him to a Cold War aviator. Eventually Coyote was curious and asked who the guys were.
"Payback"
"Fanboy"
"Hey coyote who's he?" Everyone turned the gaze over to the quite man sitting against the wall.
"When did you get here?"
"Oh I've been here the whole time" This made hangman quickly make a remark.
"The mans a stealth pilot" God where does he get all these stupid remarks from.
"Weapons systems officer actually" Hangman got up saying.
"With no sense of humor" he hands the stick over to Natasha and he goes to the bar.
"What do they call you?" She asked the quite man with glasses.
"BOB"
"No your callsign"
"Uhm BOB"
"Robert Floyd, you're my back seater,From Lamour?" This made the others laugh and when she saw who they greeted she quickly made her way past them and hugged me.
"OLIVIA YOURE HERE" I smiled at her
"I know I finally get to see you and Hangman continue to bicker back and forth" she rolled her eyes and walked to the side, when Hangman finished getting drinks he put on a song that you knew was definitely his favorite one, and all of a sudden someone walks in and Natasha springs her head up and begins to speak.
"This is how I find out you're state side?" I look over to who she's speaking to and I immediately froze walking more towards Hangman.
"Yea i just thought I'd surprise you" Nat scoffed
and then wacked him in the stomach with the pool stick and winked at me. He groaned and looked up at her.
"I guess i surprised you back"
"It's good to see you" he smiled
"It's good to see you too. Kinda"
While all this went down Hangman saw my face and looked over and saw Bradley, he walked towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder and then proceeded to greet him in the best way he knew.
"Bradshaw, as I live and breath" he saw him and saw where he was coming from and he looked at me I quickly looked away and went get get a much needed drink, his gaze followed me but he continued his conversation with Hangman. I sat down and ordered from a pretty looking lady.
"Tough day?" She smiled at me which I tried to return.
"Yea just saw someone I didn't think I'd see again" She placed a beer in front of me and gave me a sad smile.
"Here it's on the house"
"Oh no i ca-"
"Don't worry it's on him" she winked and I looked over to my left and saw another being I didn't think I'd see again either.
0 notes
Text
ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
idol pairing: stalker!jay x fem!reader
wc: 2.3k
genre: angsty yandere
warnings: stalking, kidnapping, restraints, blunt force trauma to the head, very light yandere themes
so happy birthjay!! I decided to pull something out but I rushed it so there's a massive chance it could suck but feedback, rbs or likes is highly appreciated♡♡
☆
you let out a huge exhale as you took in the sight of your new house. it was small but just enough considering it was only for one person.
with the moving truck already dropped your boxes into your house, unpacking would sure be a hassle but unfortunately it had to be done.
you wander into your house, feeling a slight chill upon entrance. "I should get some heating in here," you said to yourself as you start unpacking. everything was going perfectly fine until you got to the tv.
the delivery people only helped with your mattress considering the cupboards and cabinets were in perfectly good condition. "God I'm gonna break my back for this."
just as you try picking it up, a knock on the door stops you. it isn't too strange to get a knock on the door, you're new to the neighborhood.
you let out a huff before opening the door.
the man before you is too stunned to speak. from afar he saw you were beautiful, but up close, you were breathtaking. he just stands for a solid few seconds before clearing his throat.
"Uhm, hi," he says awkwardly. "I see you're new to the neighborhood?"
Lord have mercy, he is the handsomest man you've ever seen. his parted black hair, white shirt and black jeans; he looks so friendly and easy-going.
"Yeah I am, I moved in like five seconds ago," you laugh. you stick your hand out, "I'm y/n."
"Oh, I'm Jay," he says, shaking your hand, internally melting from the physical contact.
"Ooh I've always been told to stay away from guys whose names start with a J," you say jokingly. "But you seem like a great guy."
he smiles so widely, his eyes become crescents and his cheeks become even cuter. he covers his mouth with his hand, overwhelmingly flattered.
"Speaking of which," you say, beginning to get nervous. "Can I ask you a small favor?"
"Yeah sure," his smile lessens as he sticks his hands in his pockets.
"I'm having a bit of trouble with my TV, can you maybe help me pick it up?"
he nods, you move away to let him in. sure letting someone you just met into your house is always a bad idea but it was just a tiny favor, it wasn't like he was gonna rob or murder you. he's just gonna help move your TV and leave, that's it. right?
he's standing in your living room, taking in the pretty decorations and lounge set. it's small but comfy. he looks around a bit more, making sure you weren't there yet before placing a small flower for you on one of your couches.
"Ahh, here you are," you say as you walk in. "So there's the tv, you grab one end and I grab the other?" you ask as you bend down to pick one side up.
"Tv's not that big actually," he says as he moves to the centre of it, rolling up his sleeves. "Besides, you're probably hurting from unpacking all day."
"Wait no, you don't need t-"
before you can finish your sentence, he seems to pick it up with ease. "Where do you want it?"
you're too busy staring at his forearms to pay attention to what he was saying. he sure is strong.
"Earth to y/n," you hear him say, knocking you out of your thoughts. "Where should I put this?"
"There," you say softly as you point towards a small table, watching him move it across the room.
once he puts it down, he dusts his hands off. "Need help with anything else?" his smile stays wide as he places his hand on his hips.
"Nope, not that I know of," you say as you look around, moving toward the front door.
mentally, he's tilting his head, near offended that you want him to leave so soon. letting him into your house so easily meant you'd fallen for him already. just like he did upon first glance.
"So I guess I'll see you around?" he asks as he stands in the doorway of the front door.
"Yeah I guess," you say with a friendly smile, closing the door slowly, "Bye~"
once the door closes, his heart flutters and beats neatly out of his chest. he swears it's love at first sight, there was no other explanation.
he goes home, replaying your interaction in his head over and over until nightfall. he tosses and turns as he wonders how well you've adjusted to the neighborhood and if you're already sleeping or not. he can't seem to get you out of his head, falling asleep with you in mind.
☆
morning rolls in, and a knock at the door wakes you up. you turn to look at the clock. "What could possibly be here at eight in the morning?" you yawn as you move slowly out of your bed, throwing your robe on.
you scurry to the front door, opening it to see a brown box on the doorstep. you bend down to pick it up, dragging it into the house.
"What could this be?" you mutter as you open it. your eyes widen as you pull out a huge bouquet of red roses partnered with another small box. you set the roses aside to open it, seeing a delicate gold chain with a diamond encrusted star pendant.
"Wow," is all you can say. you look a little more in the box, no note seems to be attached. it was likely it came from your friends; they somehow must've forgotten to put the note in.
you move the box to the side to put the necklace on, touching the pendant as it landed just below your neck.
you leave the roses on the table as you go back outside to check the mail, heading back inside when you see the mailbox is empty, planning on getting ready for the day.
☆
the next day, while leaving the house, your next door neighbor grabbed your attention.
"Hi!" she seems enthusiastic as she greets you. "I didn't get to welcome you yesterday."
"Oh hi yeah," you say with a smile, trying not to sound awkward.
"How are you finding the neighborhood so far? Like it already?"
"It's nice, seems quiet and friendly," you say nodding as you look around. the sun manages to shine upon your necklace, getting your neighbor's attention.
"That's a beautiful necklace," she says in awe. "Your boyfriend must really love spoiling you."
you laugh nervously as you touch it. "Oh I don't have a boyfriend, it came from my friends." I think
"I doubt a pretty and nice girl like you doesn't have someone spoiling her rotten," she laughs. "Either way, it must've been expensive."
"Yeah, it could probably help with the mortgage of this house," you move your hand away from it. "Seems a little too expensive though."
she doesn't say anything, moving quickly to her car and driving away. you blink in surprise at how quickly she left you, but most importantly the look on her face. she seemed.. scared? you couldn't put your finger on it.
you shrug it off, making your way to work. you honestly wish you could just sell the necklace and have a little extra money to stay off work for a while but it seemed too nice a gesture to do such a thing.
☆
you decide to go to the mall after work, seeing if you could get new clothes since the warmer seasons were rolling in and your summer clothes didn't fit anymore.
as you walk past a few stores, there's a weird burn in the back of your head. that burn as if someone was intensely staring at you and you couldn't seem to shake it off. when you turn your head, there's no one staring, everyone's just going about their business.
you turn back, shaking your head before going into a few stores. sadly for you, the dresses you wanted were too expensive but the ones on sale were almost as cute so you didn't mind settling for it.
returning home, everything seemed normal until, a few hours later, there's a knock at the door. it did seem a little odd this time but it was probably just as harmless.
upon opening the door, you see another brown box; one bigger than the previous one. you drag it into the house, setting it on your bed this time.
but when you open it, a chill runs down your spine. the pretty dresses you were looking at earlier sat neatly folded with a note attached.
you pluck the note off to read it.
'money can always be earned again, if you want it, you'll get it♡'
you look back down at the dresses, setting the note down and picking them up individually to analyze them. they were the exact ones you wanted, same size and colour. almost as if this person watched you pick at them.
'this is a little weird,' you thought as you packed them away. who could possibly be watching you? did you really have a stalker, you just moved here.
you try shaking that thought off, moving to your bedroom window to open it. overthinking seemed to make the room warmer than it should be.
this could definitely escalate, even in your sleep but unfortunately you needed energy to keep your guard up. you sit on your bed, removing the necklace and setting it on your nightstand before drifting off to sleep, tossing and turning as you slept.
☆
the sun peers through the curtains covering the open windows of your bedroom and shines onto your face, forcing you to wake up. your eyes flutter open but a mysterious envelope on your nightstand wakes you up instantly.
"What th-" you shook slightly from surprise. you take a deep breath as you reach for the letter, slowly opening it.
'i so lovingly gifted you that necklace and you take it off? seems a little ungrateful to me.
by the way, did you like the dresses I got you? I couldn't help but notice how your eyes lit up when you saw them in store, I just had to get them for you♡'
you start shaking, dropping the letter. someone really was stalking you. you look towards the window, realising you hadn't closed it. you basically invited this person into your house while you were asleep.
you just need to get out of the house, now. you catch a glimpse of the date, seeing how it's only been a week since you moved here. you get up fast, hoping to get to a police station as soon as you can to alert them of your stalker.
clothes and shoes on, you hurry to the door. it's only when you close it, you realize something.
'Wait,' you thought, facing the door. 'They have to know where I live to be able to.. who knows where I live? just as a name comes to mind, the last thing you feel is a blunt object smacking the back of your head, knocking you out.
☆
your eyes open ever so slowly, squinting from the lack of light and a painful headache. you shift slightly, hearing a clunk from behind you. looking down, your wrists chained to a pole to prevent you from escaping.
you whimper from the pain in your head, unable to scream from the lack of energy. you try moving again yet stop once you hear a familiar voice.
"Well you didn't want one chain so I gave you another one, seems you don't like that either."
you look up to see a figure moving towards you, kneeling in front of you. his hand grazes your cheek as your vision finally fixes itself.
"Jay?"
he nods slightly, smiling that smile of a week ago. it looked so friendly back then only to scare you now. "Miss me?"
tears begin to well up in your eyes. "Why?" you can't really form sentences longer than maybe four words from the pain.
"You know," he sits down beside you. "When I first saw you, I felt this, this feeling in my chest. You know that feeling where it just seems like love at first sight? That's what I felt when I first saw you."
you struggle to furrow your eyebrows, confused by his words. what kind of person does this to someone they 'love'? he barely even knew you.
"When you let me into your house that day, I felt nothing but happiness to get to do something for you," he says with an innocent smile. "From that point on, all I wanted to do was give you things as pretty as you, but nothing I gave you could possibly compare to you. You had to have me, not these material things. I realize that now, I need you and you need me, we'll be each other's priceless gifts."
he could see you looking at him like he was insane. all he wanted was to spoil you, treat you like the princess you are and you were looking at him like he was crazy.
"Do you know what day it is today?" he cups your cheeks just as tears fall down your face. you shake your head.
"It's my birthday," he says in a preppy tone. "And you're here." he reaches into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a bright red ribbon. he moves the ribbon underneath your chin, bringing it up to the top of your head. you could feel him tying a knot, focusing on the sparkle in his eyes as he does this.
once he's done, he eyes his work before looking at you, wiping your cheeks dry and leaning forward to place a kiss on your nose.
"So," he cups your cheeks one more time, but this time, places a peck on your lips.
"Happy birthday to me."
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Taglist: @blonghoonie
#enhypen fic#enhypen jay#jay enhypen#enhypen yandere#enhypen angst#jay yandere#enhypen imagines#enhypen oneshots
333 notes
·
View notes
Text
Issues
Hey, hey it’s your loyal fan! ❤ I thought of this, maybe you’ll like to write about it. Angry sex with Henry, because the girl and he hated each other because their families are close and practically they grew up together. 😄
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Actress!Reader
Warnings: Infinity War spoilers, Bratty!Henry, swearing, smut, fluff, angst.
A/N: Thank you for the request! I absolutely love this idea, I hope you enjoy! I also *definitely* did not base the smut part off of a recent hook up ;)
You were really dreading going to your neighbors cook out with your parents. When they had told you about it, you almost said no, knowing Henry would be there. You didn’t hate his family, you just hated him.
The two of you actually used to be the best of friends. Up until the age of 18, the two of you were inseparable. Then, he started acting, and never had time for you anymore. While you understood that he was busy, it still hurt. The moment your friendship ended didn’t come until you were 24, when he had a break in filming and came back to Jersey for Christmas, and treated you like you didn’t even exist. All he did for two weeks straight was talk about his experience acting, and brag about how hot his new girlfriend was. Not a word to you about anything, and you knew that was it.
It was after that Christmas, that you decided if he could make it as an actor, you could as well. You auditioned for an agent the next week, and once you made it through that step, you started acting.
One of your more notable roles was in the Marvel series, playing the character Mockingbird. It was one of your first acting gigs, and everyone was surprised you got such a huge role right away, but you had more than proved yourself to everyone after the first Avengers movie. You had always wondered what Henry thought, but you never asked. Although you had started acting to get back at Henry, you found that you absolutely loved acting.
It was only a week ago that you had finished filming Infinity War, and had 2 weeks off before you started filming Endgame, so when your mom asked if you wanted to come home and visit for a little, you had said yes. You didn’t know at the time that that would entail you going to the Cavill’s house for a cookout. You were going to say no, but your mom insisted, and you agreed.
As you looked yourself in the mirror in your bedroom, you knew you weren’t prepared to see him. You had seen him a few times over the years, at award shows and such, and he had never taken a second look at you. If he did, he would instantly roll his eyes. You tried to ignore it, but it still stung a little.
You took a deep breath, and looked at your outfit for the cookout. It wasn’t anything special, just a yellow sundress with white flowers on it. It accentuated your body in the best way possible, and you weren’t complaining. You paired it with a pair of white Vans, and you were ready.
As you walked down the stairs, you felt the dread swirling in your stomach, but you pushed it out of your mind. If you made it through at least 3 hours, you could say you were tired, and head home. You grabbed the fruit platter your mom had prepared, and followed your family out of the house and over to the Cavill’s.
You instantly heard Henry laughing loudly, and had to mentally prepare yourself to face him. He was never verbally rude, it was only side glances and eye rolls, but it still took a toll on you.
You walked in, and greeted Marianne and Colin, while Henry played football with his nephews further down the yard. You spared him a glance at his back, but turned to help your mom set up the three lawn chairs she had brought.
As you got yourself a drink, you felt Henry’s eyes burning into your back, and moments later, his scent surrounded you. You rolled you eyes, before turning to face him. He rolled his eyes, and stepped to the side to allow you to get out of his way, which you gladly did. Your mom smirked at you as you rolled your eyes and walked away.
“Still not getting along?” She asked as you sat next to her. You scoffed. “Nope. I don’t even know what I did for him to hate me so much.” You said, and your mom brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.
“I don’t know honey. Maybe you should ask him,” She suggested, and you almost scoffed again.
A few minutes later, you made your way into the house to use the bathroom, and your mom took that opportunity to brag about you. As you exited the house, you almost laughed at Henry. He was glaring at the grass in front of him, in a way that almost made you believe he had laser vision, while your mom talked about your career.
“She actually just booked a role in this new film coming out, called Knives Out! it had Chris Evans and Daniel Craig. It doesn’t start filming until next year, but it sounds exciting!” Your mom said, and everyone smiled, other than Henry.
“How was filming for Infinity War, Y/N?” Marianne asked, as you sat down.
“It was great. We filmed in Atlanta and Scotland, which was pretty cool. I can’t say a whole lot about it, but it was fun. Especially getting to work with every one again. A fair amount of the cast dies in this one, so I’m excited to see how Endgame is going to end,” You said, and everyone smiled. Henry scoffed quietly, but you chose to ignore it.
You continued talking to the people at the cookout, mainly your mom, until Marianne asked if you and Henry could go to the store and pick up a few things that she was out of. You said yes, and Henry rolled his eyes again, before reluctantly agreeing.
You grabbed your car keys and waited for him at the gate to the backyard. You noticed he pulled his car keys out of his pocket, and scoffed. “We’re taking my car,” He said, unlocking his Aston Martin.
You hit the start button of your Dodge Ram 1500, before turning to him. “No. We’re taking my truck. I refuse to be on of those ‘girls’ in your car that I see all over the news.” You said, and Henry sighed before locking his car and walking over to your truck. You got in the car and put your keys in the ignition. Your phone connected to the bluetooth, and just to annoy him even more, you decided to play ‘F-150′ by Robyn Ottolini.
“I can drive by your street and not feel a thing
Play all of those songs you used to play me
Get drunk with my friends and not think to call
Could think of you a little, but I don’t think of you at all
I’ve been growing up, getting strong, moving on…”
Henry groaned as you pulled out of the driveway. “Really? Country music?” He said. You chuckled.
“I thought you liked country music?” You asked, and he rolled his eyes once more. “Yeah, actual country music. Not whatever girly shit this is that you think it country music.”
You felt your frustration growing but attempted to push it back down. “Well, it’s my truck, and I want to listen to this.” You spat at him as you turned the corner.
“I’m just saying I hate it. I thought you’d have better taste in music considering who your friends are.” He muttered, looking out the window. You furrowed your brows.
“Whats that supposed to mean?” You demanded, and Henry laughed sarcastically before turning to you.
“It means that you can sit there all high and mighty thinking you’re better than everyone just because you’re a Marvel actor. You can brag about being friends with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan all you want, but it doesn’t make you any better than me.” He grumbled, and you had had enough.
You slowed the car down at the red light before you spoke. “What the fuck did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much? We used to be best friends, and now you treat me like shit for no apparent reason. Why?” You demanded. Henry turned his body to face yours.
“You didn’t even congratulate me on my first acting job. You didn’t even pick up the phone, and at Christmas, you didn’t even talk to me. You shut me out for no reason, so I have a right to be mad about it,” He said, as the light turned green and the car began moving again. You scoffed.
“I wasn’t the one who shut you out. You came home and all you talked about was filming, and how ‘hot’ your girlfriend at the time was. Of course I didn’t want to sit there and listen to you brag, when you walked right by me, and didn’t even say hi.”
“You didn’t even come to the airport with Mum and Dad to pick me up! You were clearly mad and jealous, and I didn’t want to cause a blowout!”
“I wasn’t at the airport because I had finals you dumb ass. If you’d have noticed, I arrived the same time you did. I waved at you, and you rolled your eyes at me, and started blabbering on and on about your life, without even asking me for an explanation. If you had asked, I would have explained and apologized.”
Henry turned to face you again, and the car turned down the road that would lead into town. “You didn’t even call me. You had my number.”
You pulled the car over abruptly on the dirt road. “NO YOU DIDN’T!” You screamed. “YOU SAID ‘CALL ME’ AND NEVER GAVE ME A NUMBER! AND WHEN YOUR MOM FOUND OUT AND GAVE IT TO ME, YOU NEVER PICKED UP! ALL I KEPT GETTING YOUR ASSISTANT, SO I STOPPED CALLING, AND SETTLED ON TALKING TO YOU AT CHRISTMAS!” You screamed again.
Henry jaw locked before opening his mouth again. “YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT YOU DIDN’T HAVE IT! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN IT TO YOU! I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU TO BE MY DATE TO THE BAFTA’S AFTER YOU GOT NOMINATED FOR THE FIRST AVENGER’S MOVIE, BUT YOU DECIDED TO GO WITH SEBASTIAN, EVEN THOUGH HE WASN’T IN THE MOVIE! YOU WERE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME JEALOUS!”
Your brow furrowed. “We were already filming Captain America The Winter Soldier then, and I asked him because he is like a big brother to me, and I could call you because you hated my guts. Chris had a girlfriend, and everyone else was busy, so Seb came with me. And if you’re going to sit here and just ‘assume’ Seb and I are dating because we went to an awards show together, you’re fucking insane. He has a girlfriend, so don’t even go there. For the record, if you had asked me to go with you. I would have said yes.” You said. Henry laughed again, and you wanted to hit him.
“Yeah sure you would have. Why did you even get into acting in the first place? Because I did, and you were jealous?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.
You looked out the windshield. “That was a part of it, but mainly I did it because I was head over heels in love with you, and you abandoned me. Do you even know how much it hurt me to hear you talking about your girlfriend that year at Christmas? Do -” You started to say, before you were cut off by Henry undoing your seat belt, and attempting to pull you over the middle console.
It took a few tries, but he eventually got it, and you were straddling his waist. He looked at you angrily, before slamming his lips to yours. You yelped into the kiss, but melted into it seconds later. Henry ran his hands over your hips and under your dress. His fingers grazed over your covered mound, and moaned at the feeling of the soaked fabric. His hands traveled back up to your hips, and pressed you down onto his growing hard on.
His lips traveled from your mouth and down your neck. He sucked a hickey into where your neck connects with your shoulder. You gripped the back of his head, and moaned at the feeling of his stubble ticking your skin. His right hand traveled in between your legs, and pushed your underwear to the side.
His fingers traveled through your wetness, before he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but you swallowed it as you glanced down and saw him undoing his pants. He pulled his hard cock out seconds later. You barely got a glance at it, before he was pushing inside of you, slowly.
Once you were fully seated on his cock again, he tilted the seat all the way back before placing his hands behind your knees. You went to move, but squeaked when you felt a slap land on your right butt cheek.
“Don’t you fucking move,” Henry growled, and all you could do was nod. Henry adjusted slightly, before he started pounding into you right off the bat. He let go of your left knee, and pulled your shoulder until your shoulder crashed into his. He took both of your hips into his hands, as he quickened his pace. You let out a moan, but that earned you another swat on the butt.
“Shut the fuck up,” He grunted out, his hands moving from your hips to take two full handfuls of your ass. “Been pissing me off for years, and it seems the only way you’ll shut the fuck up is when a dick is in your fucking pussy. If you make a fucking sound, I'm going to stop, and leave you all wet and dripping for the rest of the day.” He threatened, and all you could do again was nod.
He slapped your ass again, and grunted, his hips snapping against yours quicker. Henry trailed his right hand over your hip, and in between your open legs. He traced his fingers over the skin of his cock that was quickly disappearing and reappearing inside of you, before trailing up and over your soaked pussy, his thumb finding your clit instantly. he rubbed quick circles, and you felt the pressure of your orgasm quickly approaching.
“You better fucking cum before I do or you’re not coming at all.” Henry spat, yet another slap landing on your butt cheek. You bit back a whimper, and nodded. He gripped your hips and pushed you up before his thumb returned to your clit. “I wanna see your face when you fucking cum. When you fall apart on my cock, ‘cuz I’m the only one who can fuck you this fucking good, right? Do Chris and Seb fuck you this good? Have you drunk off just my cock in less than 5 minutes? Bet they can't,” He grumbled, and your back arched and the pressure grew even more. You clawed at his chest to alert him about your orgasm, but that earned you a slap on the thigh.
“I’m about to cum, so you better hurry the fuck up and finish,” He growled, and you nodded pathetically. You felt your legs start to shake, you and you bit down on your lip as it washed over you, and you squeezed Henry’s cock in between your walls. He gripped your hips, and pulled you down on his cock as he came, and filled you with spurt after spurt of his cum.
You collapsed onto him moments later, and teared up when you felt him brushing hair out of your eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. His thumb brushed away a stray tear that fell out of you eye, before tilting your chin up to look up at him. He gave you the sweet smile that you hadn't seen in over 10 years, before mending all the broken pieces of your heart with 4 words.
“I love you too,” He whispered, a tear falling from his eye, as he pressed a sweet and soft kiss to your lips. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry that I made you think that I hated you. I was conflicted. I was so in love with you and I didn't know how to handle it, so I went out of my way to hurt you, which is pathetic. I promise you I will never hurt you again,” he said, and smiled when you rested your hand on his jaw.
“I know. I think our issue was that we were so horny for each other but we didn't know it. I’m just glad we sorted it out,” You whispered and pressed a kiss to his jaw and he tightened his arms around you and smiled.
“Yeah, me too.”
#henry cavill#henry cavill smut#Henry Cavill x Reader#Henry Cavill angst#Henry Cavill imagine#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x you#Henry Cavill fluff#Henry cavill x y/n#smut#fluff#angst#submission
556 notes
·
View notes
Text
Serendipitous Meetings (Arthur x GN!Reader, Modern AU, 18+)
Summary: You foolishly didn’t mark where you parked in the huge parking structure, and spend some time looking for your car. You run into a fellow who did the same thing, and things get ridiculously serendipitous from there.
Author’s Notes: How many tropes can I shove into this fic? Let’s face it, I just wanted to have Arthur fuck like the manly man that he is. Also going for gender neutral as much as possible, so all my readers who want a piece of Arthur can have him.
Tags: Arthur x GN!Reader, smut, light D/s tones, size kink, light spanking, neck grabbing, rough sex, dirty talk, modern AU
AO3 Link is here, li’l darlin’.
Word Count: 3764
--------------------
"Shit."
You let out a long suffering sigh as you looked around the packed parking structure. In your rush to meet your friends, you had forgotten to take a photo of where you parked. Now you stared at the large expanse of cars, racking your brain for at least a slight memory of how you got to the venue entrance from your car.
Sticking your hand into your pocket, you gripped your phone for a moment before letting it go. You had already shooed your friends away, insisting you had parked nearby and could get to your spot no problem. Swallowing your pride, you started to search the rows for the off-white bucket of bolts you dared to call your car.
After searching one floor, you trudged up the stairs to the next one, stopping a few steps past the landing to gaze upon the hundreds of cars before you. You faintly heard another set of steps coming down the stairwell, but you were so mired in your own despair that you didn't pay the sound any mind.
"Shit," said a gravelly voice next to you.
Glancing over, a very broad set of shoulders filled your view. Your eyes flicked over the red and black flannel shirt and blue jeans, with an almost hilariously large belt buckle. Then you looked up.
Oh no. He was gorgeous, in a rugged, manly-man sort of way. That chiseled jaw, the five o’clock shadow, that thick neck… he was the kind of man who could probably pick you up and throw you over his shoulder with ease. You were so busy staring at him in tired awe that he finally noticed you.
A pair of turquoise eyes met yours. "Sorry," the man said. "Can't find my truck."
It took you half a second to remember to respond. Then you gave him an empathic half-grin. "I can't find my car either."
He pointed upstairs. "What's yer car look like? Maybe I saw it up there."
You shook your head. "It's just a generic off-white Toyota Corolla."
The man shrugged. "Oh. Well, sorry darlin', there's a bunch of those up there."
You sighed, lamenting the fact that your car was one of the most popular cars out on the road these days. You also secretly enjoyed him calling you darling with that accent of his. He sounded like he had just stepped out of a spaghetti western.
"Maybe I saw your truck downstairs, if it stands out," you said, trying to be helpful.
"It's a blue Chevy pick-up. Really old, like one o' them classic trucks, 'cept it ain't been cleaned up like the ones you see in a car show."
Your memory flashed with the image of a dirty blue truck in your apartment complex's garage. You stifled a laugh at the thought. You had always wondered who drove the old thing, since you had never seen its owner.
"Nope, I didn't see a truck like that downstairs," you told him.
"Oh. Well, guess we better start lookin'," he said. He looked at you for a moment, opened his mouth, then closed it again.
You waited.
“Maybe,” he finally said, “maybe we could look together? For a bit. Keep each other company.”
“Okay,” you said easily. Part of your brain screamed that it could be really easy for him to just pull you into his car, but you dismissed the voice in your head. He seemed alright; you had a good feeling about this guy.
The two of you took off towards the left side of the structure. Putting your remote under your chin and hoping it would actually increase its range, you hit the button on occasion.
“Uh, what’re you doin’?” he asked, pointing at your remote.
“Oh, I read about this online, someone figured out that you can use your own head as an antenna, or something like that.”
The man raised an eyebrow, but eventually just nodded. “Huh, I guess that makes sense.”
You shrugged. “Haven’t tested it before this, so I’m hoping it actually works.”
The two of you wandered further and further towards the center when finally you heard that familiar beep.
*BEEP BEEP*
He chuckled. “Guess it works.”
You had never been so happy to hear that annoying little buzzer of a horn. You took off at a jog without waiting for the man, going towards where you had heard the sound, and as you turned a corner, you spotted it.
It was the big, old, blue truck from your apartment complex.
No way, you thought. There is no way. Maybe it's a similar truck.
Going back, you saw the man wandering around, still searching.
"Hey Mister!" you yelled.
He turned towards you.
You excitedly pointed towards the truck. "This yours?"
He started walking to you, and as he came closer, you could see the smile on his face and felt your heart skip a beat.
"Thank you," he said, stopping in front of you. "Where’s your car?"
You grinned and hit your unlock button. The little off-white sedan next to his truck let out a little beep, the lights coming on.
"Wish I had one of those," he said wistfully. "Sure woulda made my life easier." He looked at you with a small smirk as he opened the door to his truck. "But then I wouldn’t have met you. Thanks fer your help, angel."
You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm from his comment. "No problem." You struggled to find anything else to say, feeling pathetically desperate to hear him speak more. "Have a good night," you finally said.
"You too," he said, his voice a little lower, a little more breathy as he hauled himself into his truck and closed the door. Now that you had a pretty good feeling that he was a decent guy and not a creep, you half-wished he really would pull you into his truck and have his way with you.
Shaking the lewd thought from your head, you got into your car and set up your phone to listen to a podcast as you drove home. You eased your way out of the garage, through the local roads, and onto the freeway. For the next thirty minutes, you would spot the same blue truck out of the corner of your eye. Sometimes you’d pass him, sometimes he’d pass you.
Maybe it’s a different blue truck, you tried to convince yourself.
You couldn’t convince yourself any further when you pulled into your apartment complex right behind him. He parked at his usual spot, three away from yours. Climbing out of your car, you saw him walk towards you.
“You followin’ me?” he asked gruffly, though the grin on his face clearly showed his amusement at the coincidence.
“I can’t believe we live in the same complex,” you muttered, still in shock that you had never seen this handsome man before. “How long have you lived here?”
“Oh, ‘bout two years now.”
“Shit,” you thought to yourself.
“Why’re you cursin’?”
Oh crap. You said that out loud. “I, uh, um,” you stammered.
He quietly watched you, letting you stew in your own embarrassment, an amused grin on his face. The bastard was enjoying watching you squirm!
Feeling your face heat up, you blurted out the truth.
“We could’ve known each other sooner!”
It was an unfortunate tick in your personality that you had never managed to get rid of, and now, watching his eyes widen at your embarrassing remark, you wished the sidewalk would just open up and swallow you whole. But since that wasn’t going to happen, you opted to turn around and stalk away.
“Hey now, wait, you can’t just say that and leave,” the man said, jogging to catch up to you. When you wouldn’t stop walking, he swerved in front of you, forcing you to stop mere millimeters from him. You noticed how big he was, how little you were in comparison. You weren’t a small person by any means, he was just… large.
“Why’re you runnin’ away, darlin’?” he asked, his voice hushed as if he was trying to calm a wild animal. Perhaps with the way you acted, you seemed that way to him.
You took a deep breath, accidentally inhaling his scent, a mix of pine trees and a subtle hint of campfire smoke and musk that made you want to bury your face in his chest and stay there. Desire shot straight between your legs, reminding you that it had been a long time since you’d been with anyone. Letting out a shaky breath, you made the poor choice of looking up at him.
You were blinded by his kind smile and seduced by his deep voice. “Do you want to know me?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, I do,” you answered immediately.
He pointed to his apartment. “I live there. Want to share some whiskey?"
You paused. He was a stranger.
A stranger with beautiful eyes and the sweetest smile you had ever seen.
You followed him willingly into his den.
***
You blinked after he turned on the lights. When your vision cleared, your expectations were, fortunately, not met at all.
You had expected a bachelor pad with junk everywhere and clothing on the floor. What you saw was a clean and neat living room with a simple couch and a TV on top of a small entertainment center that held a few blu-rays and a blu-ray player. The short table in front of the couch had a plate on it, a smudge of ketchup and some crumbs on it, and a glass with a little bit of water left.
The man went to pick up after himself, putting the dirty dishes in the sink before going to his pantry. His kitchen looked pretty bare, except for the dried herbs, tied up in bunches under his cabinets.
While he shuffled around bottles, you went to sit on his couch, but not before pausing for a moment to look through the door to his bedroom. He had a bed that looked big and comfy, his sheets somewhat askew but otherwise in place. Didn’t look like there were any clothes or boxes lying around anywhere. So either the man was tidy, or he didn’t own a lot of things.
“Curious li’l one, ain’tcha?” he chuckled behind you.
Spinning around, you could only give him a sheepish grin. “Yup, sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
He smiled and gave you a tumbler of amber liquid with a giant sphere of ice. “Curiosity like that could get you in trouble one day,” he said mysteriously, gesturing towards the couch.
You raised an eyebrow, but sat down anyway. You took a sip of the ice cold whiskey, enjoying its slow burn down your throat. It was smooth and sweet. “This is fantastic, what is it?”
“It’s a blackberry flavored whiskey,” he replied as he settled himself on the couch, a little closer to you than you had expected. “I thought you might like it.”
“Oh?” You leaned in a little closer. “And why is that?”
“Somethin’ a li’l sweet fer a li’l sweetheart,” he said with a grin. He knew he was being schmaltzy, but you didn’t care. You were eating up his words, spoken with that deep rumble that went right between your legs.
You continued to sip and make small talk with him until your ice had melted and the late night had become the witching hour. But he didn’t seem to mind, and you wanted to stay.
“You got a bit o’ whiskey here,” he said as he leaned in and reached for the corner of your lips, his thumb catching the drop that had escaped your last sip. You flicked out your tongue to catch him, and your eyes met. A heartbeat passed. The whiskey gave you strength.
Taking his hand in yours, you surged forward and kissed his lips, tasting whiskey and his woodsy scent. A low moan came from deep within him, but he did not reach for you. His hands gripped the cushions as he let you take the lead, climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around him, your fingers kneading his broad shoulders. You kissed the breath from him, desperate to feel him against you.
When you finally broke away for air, you stared at his eyes, now filled with lust and longing, and realized you didn’t even know his name.
He came to the same conclusion. “What’s yer name, darlin’?”
You told him.
He nodded and repeated your name. It sounded so good when he said it. “Feels nice to say it out loud,” he said. “I’m Arthur,” he added as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tenderly. “How far do you want to go?”
“All the way,” you said, grinding your hips against his groin, making him take a shuddered breath.
Without a word, he picked you up and carried you to his big, comfy bed. He dropped you unceremoniously and took off his shirt.
He was ripped. He was built like a man who had worked all his life in a physical job, carrying & lifting. With his tall stature, his broad shoulders, and his huge arms, he made you feel small.
You had never been more aroused in your whole life.
Your body was ready to be thoroughly fucked by this man, and you hadn’t even taken your clothes off yet. You watched hungrily as he undid his belt and dropped his jeans & boxers, your eyes taking in his size. He wasn’t even at full mast yet, and you already wondered if you’d be able to take him all in.
“Your turn, darlin’.”
Taken out of your trance, you took off your clothes as he watched. You started at a normal pace, but when you saw him take himself in his hand and stroke himself while watching you with a lustful gaze, you slowed down, making an attempt to tease him. Already topless, you lay back on the bed and lifted your legs up, sliding your pants upwards. Slowly, you exposed your ass to him, winking salaciously.
He stroked himself a little faster. A soft moan escaped his lips. “Darlin’, yer makin’ it real hard fer me to stay in control here.”
You glanced down at him. “I can see it’s real hard,” you said with a playful smirk.
“Oh, yer goin’ ta get it now,” he said, his grin becoming predatory as he climbed onto the bed. Grabbing the rest of your clothes, he pulled them from you, flinging them over his shoulder before flipping you onto your belly. He gripped your ass and squeezed hard before giving you a firm spank.
“Ooh!” you yelped.
“You want more?” he asked as his hand soothed over his mark.
You could tell he was asking for permission. Turning back to him, you gave him your best pouty face. “Does Sir think I need more?”
Arthur looked immensely pleased with your response. “I think so,” he said, his voice deepening with a thread of command that turned you on beyond belief. He straddled your legs and rested one hand on the curve of your ass. “I told you, curiosity would get you in trouble.”
He spanked you hard once more. “That’s fer sneakin’ glances into my room,” he said. He gave you three more swipes, each in slightly different areas so you wouldn’t get too sore. Then he grabbed your ass with both hands and massaged your muscles, spreading you open as he thrust his cock along the cleft of your rear.
“Yer so obedient, sweetheart,” he murmured as his hips rocked, his eyes fluttering shut for a few moments. Then with his strong grip, he manhandled you onto your back, wrapping his big hands around you and pulling you into his arms. He cradled you for a sweet, gentle moment before rolling you around like you were as light as a pillow before setting you back down onto the mattress. He leaned over you as he reached for the nightstand, pulling out a condom. You watched him slip it on, but he didn’t move to enter you. Instead, he reached down and began to stroke you as he loomed above, watching your reactions.
You moaned and writhed under his deliberate exploration. His hands traveled languidly along every inch of you. When he found a sensitive area that elicited a soft noise of pleasure from you, he lingered, making you whimper and lean into his touch. He finally touched you lower, where you longed for his attention, but to your frustration he continued his study at the same leisurely pace. Soon his strokes became faster and he pressed harder against you. His eyes nearly glowed as he watched you lift your hips towards his hands, imploring him for more. Using his new knowledge to his advantage, he brought you to the brink and then shifted his touch elsewhere, making you cool off before working you back up again until you were going insane with need.
“Please, please Arthur, I need to come,” you begged.
He only smiled as he slipped a finger inside of you. He slowly worked you open enough for two of his fingers, then three. Soon he was dragging you to the edge again, and you hadn’t even had his cock. You were feeling like you were being denied the thing you wanted most.
“Arthur,” you whispered, “I want your cock.”
“Louder, darlin’.”
“I want your cock!”
“And what do you want me to do with it?”
“Fuck me!”
“Say it again. All of it.”
“Fuck me with your cock!”
His smile was wolfish, satisfied that he had heard you beg for your desire. Pressing the head of his shaft against your opening, he pushed, easing his way inside of you.
You were right. He was big, long, and oh so thick. He stretched you deliciously, and you keened softly as he took you, claimed you, made you his in the most carnal of ways. He reached up and slipped his hand under your head, gripping your hair at the base and pulling slightly.
“Eyes on me, darlin’. I want to see you while I’m takin’ you,” he murmured.
You couldn’t look away from him. His look was intense, as if he commanded your entire being, your body his to use for his pleasure. And you willingly gave it to him, letting him sheathe his entire length inside of you. He held you still while your body adjusted to his claim, watching you with an almost proud expression.
“Good li’l darlin’,” he said as he leaned over. He kissed you gently on the lips, then on the forehead, and as if he was overcome with affection for you, peppered kisses along the curve of your cheek and down your neck.
“I’m goin’ to fuck you now,” he whispered into your ear. “You tell me to slow if it’s too much for ya, alright?”
You nodded, sure that whatever he was about to do to you, you could handle it.
He lifted himself up onto his forearms, his hands framing your face. “You look so damn cute,” he murmured before his hips slowly pulled back. “So fuckable.”
Arthur slammed his cock deep inside of you with one forceful stroke. He immediately looked down at you when you let out a cry of surprise. He waited, quietly checking in.
“More,” you whispered.
You thought you saw relief cross his features before he gave you a teasing smirk. “Ask me nicely and I just might give it to ya.”
“Please sir,” you begged, “I need more.”
Arthur gave you a single nod before rocking his hips, building you up slowly, his gaze nearly burning a hole into you with their intensity. As your body stretched and accommodated him, you clawed at his arms, greedily clamoring for him to speed up. He let out a feral growl before wrapping a big, rough hand around your neck, his other hand gripping your leg and spreading you wider for him.
"You think you can take more, darlin'?"
You looked up at him and smiled a challenge.
He began a ferocious pace, angling himself to take you as deep as he could go. All you could focus on was the impact of his body against yours, his thick shaft filling you over and over, unrelenting as a tidal wave.
Soon he let go of your neck so he could sit up and grip your hips with both of his hands. He was fucking the breath out of you with each hard thrust, the sound of his hips slamming against yours filling the room with a lewd rhythm, intertwined with your breathy cries and his low moans of pleasure.
He reached down and stroked you, his touch rough and vigorous, matching the way he was ravaging you in a haze of lust. You could feel yourself sprinting towards that delicious finish line. The end was in sight as your hips jerked wildly, your legs wrapping around Arthur as he thrust even harder and deeper than before.
"Come fer me," he murmured. "I want to feel you lose yerself around my cock."
You screamed as his words broke the dam that was holding back a torrent of pleasure, your climax tearing through your body at breakneck speed. Your legs stiffened, your toes curled, and your fingers dug into his very muscled biceps as you came harder than you ever had. You shook with aftershocks as Arthur continued to thrust, his hands letting go of your hips as he fell upon his forearms, caging you in as he chased his pleasure.
"Fuck sweetheart, I'm comin'," he moaned before he buried his head into the crook of your neck. He gave three more erratic thrusts, then nearly crushed you with his weight as he pressed his hips against yours, keeping himself inside of you for as long as he could.
A breathless moment passed, the two of you trying to catch that elusive breath. Arthur rolled off of you, quickly gathering you into his arms as he tumbled onto his side.
"Goddamn," he finally muttered. "Wasn't expectin' to have such good company."
You turned in his arms so you could see the wide grin on his face. "For once, I'm glad I got lost in the parking lot."
He kissed your forehead. "Me too, darlin'. But let's make sure we don't get lost again." He found your hands under the covers, brought them up to his lips, and kissed your fingertips.
"After all, I only just found you, my li'l darlin'."
--------------------
End Notes: Been a while, and of course, all of my pent-up lust just came streaming out of me in a flurry of words and phrases. Hope it’s still hot enough for you, my lovely readers!
#arthur morgan#arthur x reader#arthur x gn!reader#gender neutral reader#nsft#rdr2#rdr2 fanfic#writing#lemon fanfic#fanfic
116 notes
·
View notes
Text
blush
Abstract: Aaron Hotchner makes you blush. You just so happen to have the same reaction on him.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader (gender neutral)
Warnings: some swearing, some teasing from the BAU, mentions of sexy times, death by fluff, get ready for some blushing red cheeks gang
Word count: 2455
A/N: the super cute dividers are by @firefly-graphics!
You’d never thought you’d be dating someone from your team let alone it being Aaron, aka, your boss.
The two of you gave into your feelings for each other after one angsty night when a case went wrong and you ending up in the hospital.
Admissions of love were shared between the two of you and by any definition you were now together, however deciding to keep it to yourselves for now.
Though hiding your new relationship from a team of profilers was difficult, especially as Aaron thought it funny to use it to his advantage.
“Delivery for Y/N” a voice was heard through the office as your head shot up and mouth fell open slightly at the display of red and white roses held by the delivery man.
“Over here!” Garcia’s excitable voice was heard and you can tell she was just brimming with questions along with Emily and JJ who had also caught sight of the amass of flowers heading your way.
The man popped the vase down on your desk and held out a keypad for you to sign for them.
Scribbling your signature down, you were half in slight shock and half in awe of the floral arrangement in front of you.
“Who are these from?!” Penelope gushed “you never said you were seeing anyone!”
Plucking the small note from the top of the bunch, you flipped open the small envelope and pulled out the card.
“Just to see if I can make you blush. I love you -A “
Immediately your face flushed.
Damn you, Aaron.
“You’ve been holding out on us” JJ grinned at hot cheeks as you resisted the urge to look up at the window of Aaron’s office, knowing he was already probably watching.
“They’re just from someone” you said offhandedly like it wasn’t a big deal
“Just someone?!” Derek’s voice was heard from behind you now “I’m guessing it was a guy who sent you these and he’s ‘just someone’ to you?!”
The gathering of the girls around your desk now had caught the attention of the rest of your team, all eager to find out who the flowers were from.
“So, who’s the lucky guy?” Emily grinned leaning against your desk as she admired the flowers “you’ve got to tell us something about him”
“He’s just a guy I’ve been seeing” you could help the smile which appeared across your face
“A guy who likes to send our Y/N flowers” Derek teased
It was slow day in the office and the arrival of your delivery was enough to make the team grasp the excuse of a break. Rossi had wandered down from his office and so had Hotch, the latter concealing the smile he wanted to show.
“Who’s sent Y/N flowers?!” Rossi’s teasing tone was heard as everyone was now gathered
“A mysterious boyfriend” JJ answered as you bit the inside of your cheek
“He’s kind of a dick to be honest” you shrugged catching Aaron’s eye “sending me flowers knowing all of you will bombard me with questions”
“So he knows about us?” Emily’s eyebrow shot up
“Mmm, told him everything about you lot” you mused “it’s almost as if he already knows you guys”
You held back the chuckle that desperately wanted to escape your lips.
“Seems like he obviously cares about you. The red roses are typical signs to show romance and love as well as commitment where as the white is traditionally about a new beginning or loyalty” Reid rambled off about the roses to the team as Hotch had raised an eyebrow at you as if to tease you.
Not trusting yourself to not expose the both of you, you dropped your eyes to the roses again as you felt the slight grin on your lips.
“So this guy loves you?!” Derek teased wiggling his eyebrows
“Alright that’s it” you rolled your eyes with a smile “you all know too much now, I’m not saying anything else”
“You should know better than lying to a bunch of profilers, Y/N” Aaron’s voice was heard humorously
“Exactly” Penelope grinned “Now of you could just tell me his first and last name along with his date of birth and blood type that would be great”
“I can’t believe you” was the first thing to come out of your mouth as Aaron opened the door to his apartment that night.
A grin sat on his face as he took in your exasperated look
“I don’t know what you mean”
“Don’t know what I mean?! I mean you delivering flowers to me which was obviously going to cause an avalanche of questions”
“Ohh, that”
With a look through narrowed eyes you passed him, walking further into the room, expression changing as soon as you and Jack both spotted each other.
“Y/N!”
“Jack buddy! Hi!”
Leaping off the seat he was on, his little legs sprinted over to you as you caught him and lifted him onto your hip with arms right around him in a hug.
“Are we having another sleepover tonight?!” He asked excited
“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask your dad” you said as immediately you both turned to Aaron with matching puppy eyes
“Please, Daddy!” Jack asked as he wrapped his arms around your neck tighter “can Y/N stay over?”
“Yes please, Daddy” you smiled at your boyfriend who’s neck has grown a little redder at your teasing tone, knowing exactly what you did to him
“If Y/N wants to stay over, then yes” he grinned, face falling into a genuine smile as his son’s eyes lit up, though he remembered your teasing tone and stored it in his mind for later.
The evening consisted of building with Lego’s, followed by a meal made by Aaron who had happily watched on with genuine heart eyes as his two favourite people bounced off each other’s energy.
Before long a large yawn escaped the boy’s lips as he was snuggled in between you both, his head just dropping onto your shoulder, a key sign he was growing tired.
Picking up his son, Jack waved a sleepy goodnight to you before Aaron placed him in bed and the boy was out like a light.
“All the excitement of creating a huge Lego truck must’ve knocked him out” you chuckled as Aaron settled beside you, pulling you into his chest.
Tugging your legs over his own, you cuddled into his chest as you both relaxed into each other.
“He adores you” Aaron kissed the crown of your head “as do I”
“He’s my favourite Hotchner man” you shrugged with a slight smile on your face acutely aware of the narrowed eyes you now had staring down at you
“So, it’s not your wonderful boyfriend who sent you flowers at work today?”
“He’s a close second”
“Not even when you call him, Daddy?”
“You little-“
Feeling Aaron’s fingers immediately tickle your side your whole body blushed and convulsed trying to get away from the offending action of his hands.
With a bubble of laughter escaping your lips, Aaron immediately covered your lips with his own as you laughed into his mouth still.
His hand wound through your hair pulling you ever closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you as his other hand wrapped firmly around your waist pulling you into his lap.
His assault on your mouth lessened slightly until small sweet kisses were shared and you pulled back slightly to just take him in.
“I love you” he whispered leaning downward to find your lips again
“I love you too” you smiled running your thumb over the bridge of his nose “more than you know”
No other words were said as Aaron lifted you up, you wrapping you legs around his waist in second nature as he wandered down the hallway to the master bedroom, closing the door behind you as you went.
“Holy hell, you obviously had a good night” came Dereks teasing tone as he took the seat next to you on the jet.
“What?”
“Well, as much as I can tell you’ve tried to hide the immense hickey on your neck, it’s still pretty obvious” he snickered
A hand immediately went to your neck as you narrowed your eyes at him as he just continued to laugh
“Hey, Em, check this out” he called as you slapped his arm, cheeks flushing
“Nope, no, nothing to see” you shook your head trying to downplay your colleagues teasing
“See what?” Emily grinned taking the seat opposite the two of you
“Take a good look at our Y/N’s neck and tell me a good night was not had by this one?”
“Oh wow” the girl opposite grinned at you “is that from your boyfriend who you’ve told us absolutely nothing about?”
“...might be”
“What about Y/N’s boyfriend?” JJ took the other seat in the pod
“Well considering the damage done to Y/N’s neck...” Emily snickered
“Oh my god you guys, stop it” you rolled your eyes as you could see Aaron trying to hide a smile as he took the couple seats opposite with Rossi
“Come on, tell us something else about this guy?” Rossi grinned “When are we going to meet him? Invite him to pasta night!”
“It’s still very new and as much as I love you guys, if you were to find out who he was, you’re guaranteed to overload the poor man”
“Overload the- are you kidding?” Derek shot you a look “when would we ever do that?!”
“Greetings my fine furry friends!” The bubbly voice of Garcia popped up “what are we talking about?”
“Y/N’s man” JJ snickered as you shot her a look
“Ooh has anything else been mentioned?”
“Not yet!”
“As much as I love talking about my love life could we, I don’t know, focus on the case?”
The snickers came from the two females opposite you as everyone began to settle in as the briefing begun.
“If you need to borrow some concealer, let me know” Emily whispered as you shot her an unamused look
The gentle knock was heard on your hotel door at around 1:30am. Knowing exactly who it was, you didn’t bother to grab a jumper or anything as you opened the door in just your underwear.
“Well, hello”
“Hello to you too” you grinned at his slightly stunned expression
“Want some company?”
Holding the door open further as an invitation for him to enter, Aaron slipped past you into your room, stealing a kiss from you in the process.
The door shut behind you as the two of you made your way over to the bed you had just come from.
Making yourselves comfortable, you curled into his chest, your favourite place, as he ran his hands up and down your sides.
“As funny as it is seeing the team joke about your neck, I didn’t mean for it to be that bruised” he said running his fingers over the large hickey he had created only the night before.
“I’m not complaining, the others are just joking anyway, though you leaving me out to dry isn’t so much fun”
He snickered into your hair, completely unapologetic
“Would you want me to intervene?”
“I’d want you to stop egging them on!”
Aaron grinned at the thought of the teasing throughout the day which he had unashamedly taken apart in.
“Even when they asked about our sex life?”
You groaned remembering Emily cornering you to ask about the mystery man who was currently in your bed. You didn’t give her any answers until JJ showed up and the two started pressuring you with more questions.
When Aaron had entered the room you were never more grateful, thinking the two would stop interrogating you but when JJ had asked about where he ranked in regards to how good he was in bed, the man couldn’t help but involve himself in this interrogation.
“He’s the best you’ve ever had?” He questioned eyebrows raising “he must be smug about that? I know I would be”
Aaron had supplied the two women with even more questions after that, leaving the room shortly after with a fiery glare from you.
“You just threw me to the lions” you rolled you eyes at the memory
“But how could I not after knowing I’m the best you’ve ever had?” He grinned
Your cheeks flushed again wishing you’d never said anything with him being in hearing distance.
“Smug bastard” you muttered burying yourself into his chest further
“Aw, come on Sweetheart” he lifted your chin with two fingers to meet your eyes “don’t you want some of the best sex you’ve ever had?”
Your remaining underwear hit the floor not to long after that.
“I swear I didn’t get any sleep last night” Derek complained to Reid at breakfast the next morning as you joined the two along with Aaron and JJ.
“What do you mean?” Spencer asked eyebrows furrowing together
“I mean there was a couple on our floor last night who were going at it like animals” the man rolled his eyes “Weren’t quiet about it either. Didn’t you hear them Y/N, your room was only a few down from mine”
You just held back the snicker that threatened to escape your lips as you nodded in agreement.
“Yeah I heard them, it was so loud, almost like they were in the same room as me” you shrugged
“You guys just got unlucky with your rooms this time then. On our last case, there was a couple a few doors down from me with the same thing. What is it with hotels and people acting like rabbits?” JJ questioned
That time you were both definitely in Aaron’s room which was near JJ’s.
“Anyway, hopefully you’ll be able to go wild with your man when we land Y/N?” JJ teased “Add a few more hickeys to the collection?”
Aaron thought you’d blush and shoot her teasing questions down but was surprised when you just laughed and shot her a smirk.
“Oh definitely” you grinned “to be honest though I bought this little red number I can’t wait to try out, hopefully he’ll be the one with a couple hickeys next time”
The man next to you nearly choked on his coffee at the thought of you in a red number.
Trying to flush the idea from his mind, it did nothing as the red blush grew on his cheeks slightly not being able to think of anything else other than what he’d do to you when you got home.
Seeing the slight blush on his cheeks, you grinned slightly, thoroughly happy you had the same reaction on him as you knew he did on you.
#aaron hotchner x reader#Aaron Hotchner imagine#bau#Aaron Hotchner fluff#hotch x reader#spencer Reid x reader#Emily prentiss x reader#Aaron hotchner#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
A Gift of Telling & Trust
Nate's words fade away and for a moment, they're all quiet, absorbing the story. There's a sheen in Sophie's eyes that looks suspiciously like tears, and Parker has curled into Hardison's side, resting her head on his shoulder. He's got one arm around her, thumb rubbing absent circles on her side.
Eliot clears his throat, feeling just a little self conscious, and downs the last of his long neck before he speaks. "Before… Before my Mom died," he starts, voice soft, reflective, because it's been a while since he dug up the memories, and he's not sure how they're going to make him feel. "I was twelve, Erin was ten. Mom had been wanting a puppy for a couple of years, and one of my friend's farm dogs was having a litter." He smiles at the memory and glances up, seeing everyone's eyes on him. He's not sure why, but it feels comfortable, and he feels the smile get a bit bigger. "They were seven weeks old on Christmas eve, all bitty black and white things. Only one girl, and we picked her and snuck her in the house. We'd saved up our allowance to buy food and such. She slept on my bed, and we put a bow on her and took her downstairs at the crack of dawn." He pauses, accepting a fresh bottle from Hardison, giving the label a quick check to make sure the other man isn't slipping him one of his weird brews. He's not sure he'll ever cleanse his senses of the last one- pumpkin spice and mint, for christsakes, but the bottle is one of his favourites and he twists the top off.
"What happened?" Parker asks, because she's an instant gratification sorta girl, but they're all still watching him, waiting for the end of the story.
"Well Mom fell instantly in love," he says, lip quirking into a smile, "Dad took some convincing, threatened to take the belt to me but I'm pretty sure he was smitten too."
The end of the story isn't so happy, and he's not sure he wants to tell it and break the spell. "They were inseparable. Mom named her Dodie."
"101 Dalmatians? I loved that book." Sophie asks, and he glances at her, nodding.
"What happened to her?" Parker leans forward to poke him and he bats her hand away, gently.
Part of him wants to lie and tell them a happy ending, but life doesn't work that way. "She was in the truck with my Mom when a drunk driver ran them off the road. They hit a tree. Both killed instantly," he says, and his voice only cracks a little.
It's a hard memory, but he's mostly made his peace with it. It's nice, too, to be able to remember his family and share that with his new one.
Sophie presses her hand against his arm. "I'm sorry, Eliot. I had no idea."
He covers her hand with his own, for a beat. "It's okay. Thank you."
Another memory sneaks in, one he'd all but forgotten about and he laughs, earning startled looks from the others that only make him laugh harder. It takes him a second to get control and he's pretty sure they think it's the start of a hysterical breakdown.
"I'm fine," he says, and waves his hand. "Just remembered something. My fourteenth birthday, Dad decided I was finally old enough to learn how to use the grill. Bought a big rack of ribs. Damn dog stole them from the counter. We spent half an hour chasing her around the yard but every time we got close, she'd manage to escape. I'd never seen my Dad so mad." He laughs again, then takes a swig of his beer, content to settle back into silence and just enjoy the memory.
They spend an agreeable hour, just trading bullshit stories about past jobs before they decide to call it a night.
He wakes up the next morning, more hungover than he'd ever admit, to find a black and white puppy staring at him from the other side of his bed. "What the hell?" he says and blinks, rubbing his eyes, convinced he's seeing things until a wet nose unerringly finds this side of his neck. He rolls out of bed, scooping the puppy up and heading to his living room, trying to ignore the soft brown eyes staring at him.
Just as he suspected, Parker is sleeping on his couch. The bigger surprise is that Hardison is curled up in the recliner in the corner, one arm draped over his face to block out the mid morning light. He's pretty sure it was Hardison's idea to break out the tequila. He's also pretty sure that they killed the bottle between them.
"Parker," Eliot says, trying to sound serious. It's a lot harder to do with a puppy trying to lick his face. "Parker!"
She jerks awake, and he blinks, feeling a little bad about that. "What?" she mutters, shoving her hair out of her face and stretching like a cat, all liquid grace.
"What's this?" Eliot asks, with what he feels is commendable patience, especially considering the marching band that's doing laps of his brain.
"That's a puppy," Parker says, like he's being slow.
"Yes, I know that," Eliot says through his teeth. "Why was she in my bed?" The puppy lays her head on his chest and sighs and he knows that if this gets out, he's going to have to blow up an orphanage or something to maintain his reputation.
"Because she wouldn't stay on the couch," Parker says and throws a cushion at Hardison.
The hacker jerks awake, flailing and the puppy barks. "I don't think she liked that," Hardison mutters.
"Why do I have a puppy?" Eliot asks, absently stroking the dog's head, surprised by how soft and fine her fur is. It's like silk against his skin and it feels nice. He's always liked dogs, but with the life he's lived, he's never had the chance to own one.
"Because they were going to kill her at the pound because no one had adopted her!" Parker says, just as Hardison blurts "Parker made me do it!"
Eliot rubs his face with his free hand. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to know the full story. He's also pretty sure he can't keep the puppy, no matter how darn cute she is. "Please tell me you didn't steal the puppy," he mutters and turns towards the kitchen, needing coffee and food.
He sets the puppy down, watching her as she sniffs her way around his kitchen, clearly looking for something. "You hungry, pup?" he says, and opens the fridge, pulling out a bit of roast chicken and almost losing his fingers to sharp puppy teeth. "Guess that's a yes."
He takes out the rest of the chicken, chopping it into smaller chunks before dumping it into a dish- though not one of his good ones, thank you very much-- and putting it on the floor with a bowl of water.
"We're sorry," Parker says, leaning on the door frame. "A puppy is a huge commitment and we should have checked first."
Eliot pulls the eggs from the fridge. "Have you been talking to Sophie?" he asks and sets a frying pan on to heat.
"Yes." Parker stoops, picking the puppy up and stroking her. "She did say a dog would be good for you."
Hardison joins Parker, reaching over to fuss the puppy. "I found a rescue that'll take her and make sure she gets a good home. We can drop her off later today."
The thought of handing the puppy over to someone else sends an unexpected pang through him. "You checked them properly?" Eliot asks, adding pre chopped peppers to the eggs.
"Have you met me?" Hardison says, voice full of only mostly faked offence. "Excuse you. Of course I checked them properly."
"Make some damn coffee," Eliot grouses at the other man. He's pretty sure they all know the damn puppy isn't going to any rescue. He has to admit, some nights it would be nice to come home to some non judgemental company.
"She's so cute," Parker says, sneaking a look at Eliot under her lashes. "Maybe I'll keep her."
Parker is proficient at many things, including keeping Parker alive but he's seen what she does to house plants and the thought of her being responsible for a living creature sends a stab of alarm through Eliot. Hardison is sharing the same thought, if the look in his face is any indication.
"Fine," Eliot snaps and portions the eggs with more force than strictly necessary. "She can stay here!"
He knows he's been caught neatly in a trap when Parker turns to Hardison, grinning. "Told you," she says and ducks when Eliot throws a dish towel at her head.
94 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just What I Need
Summary; Working in a coffee shop you meet all sorts of people, but one customer in particular is always friendly, a local Detective from the nearby precinct. When one night he orders through a delivery service rather than in store, you get more than a tip when you make the delivery.
Fandom; Nomis (Night Hunter) Movie, Henry Cavill
Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x Female Reader (no race or size specified)
Trope: Coffee Shop Meet Cute
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Flirting, Masturbation (male), Oral Sex (female recieving), unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex, Snowstorms.
I do not operate a tag list but instead please pop over and follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, then you’ll get an alert every time i post a new story.
My Masterlist got too long and tumblr ate it, so all my past stories can also be found on my AO3, link HERE
A/N: I am considering expanding this story, depending if people like it and want me to? Let me know! <3
Just What I Need
Running the steam through the coffee machine you wiped the nozzle and smiled, there were just fifteen minutes until closing and the coffee shop you worked at was all but abandoned. Just your manager in the back counting the cash takings, and you were getting ready to box up the remaining muffins and cookies for the homeless shelter volunteer to collect dead on closing time.
You didn’t mind working the late shift, in fact you preferred it over the early shift opening up at 7am. The 7am crowd were grumpy, rude and always in a rush. The 7pm customers were tired, quiet, and always thankful for whatever caffeinated delights you provided them with.
The bell over the door rang as it opened and you looked up over the cups that were stacked on top of the machine, smiling at you saw the weary familiar face coming towards you;
“Good Evening Detective” you smiled as the beast of a man stood at the counter. His face softened as he saw you, his shoulders dropping a little as he relaxed.
“Hey… Sorry I’m in so late… you’re still open, right?”
You glanced at the clock;
“Another ten minutes. What can i get you?”
You watched as he cast his gaze up to the handwritten chalkboard menu’s above the counter;
“You got any Chilli left?”
“Sure, a couple of pots in the fridge. Want me to warm it up?”
He paused for a moment, as if trying to process the most technical question through his tired mind;
“No… yes… urghhh…” he took a deep breath; “Yeah… if you wouldn’t mind. I’m so fuckin’ tired i think I’d burn my apartment down if i tried to use the stove”
“Sure thing” you said with a smile as you got to work.
You made small talk as you prepared his order, pulling out the sides and condiments that came with the Chilli meal;
“Hey, you want a free muffin?”
“I’m not really into sweet things this late at night… what flavours you got?”
“How about an Apple Cinnamon? It’ll last overnight and still be fresh enough for breakfast”
The Detective smiled and nodded, pulling his wallet out as you finished bagging his order and rang it through for him, paying before you handed the bag to him;
“Have a good evening Detective”
As he turned he smiled at you;
“Call me Walter”
-
Three days later and you were on the late shift again. Again it was quiet, just the soft sound of tyres driving through slushy snow outside the only noise since around 6pm as just a couple of customers nursed steaming mugs of coffee from their window seats. You saw the big silver truck pull up in the space outside the coffeeshop and smiled, there was only one customer that drove a truck that huge and if you were being honest with yourself you were developing quite a crush on the curly haired Detective.
The moment he walked through the door you were smiling at him;
“Detective” you greeted him happily
“Didn’t i say to call me Walter last time i was here?”
“I like Detective, has a nice authority ring to it” you said with a wink; “What can i get you tonight?”
He paused for a moment, and as you reached for a notepad to jot down his order you missed the slight eyebrow raise and smirk at what you’d said before he cleared his throat;
“What have you got that i can eat in my office without facing the wrath of my Lieutenant for making the department stink?” he said with a grin as he leaned on the counter.
“I got Mozzarella and Pesto Subs? Tuna Melt?”
“Tuna is a no. The case isn’t going well, no fish. Gimme two Mozzarella Subs, and the largest black coffee you do”
“Sure thing. I’ll put a fresh pot on and get those sub’s on the press”
As you started to prepare his order his phone rang, and you couldn’t help but to listen in;
“... i’ll be like five minutes, i ain’t eaten all day… yeah ok… i’ll grab a box…”
He hung up and nodded to the cakes;
“Can i get a dozen muffins to go too? Got some grunts that are jealous that i got to escape the paperwork…”
“Sure thing”
Loading a box you picked what you knew were the best flavours and the freshest bakes;
“You know, we’re on Uber Eats. As much as its nice to see a friendly face, we can deliver to the Precinct”
“I… I have no idea what that is…”
“Its a food delivery app. Here, give me your phone…”
He unlocked it and set it down and rested his elbows on the counter as he watched;
“You go to the app store and just download it. Put in your location and it’ll bring up nearby eateries and you can search for us. It has all the standard menu on. Save your card details or link it to paypal, and its super easy, it even keeps you updated when the order is being prepared or its out for delivery”
He smiled as you pushed the phone back to him, locking the screen and pushing it back into his tight jeans;
“That’s all well and good, but then i wouldn’t get a chance to see my favourite coffee shop girl now, would i?”
You leaned forward and grinned, keeping your voice low;
“Order between 6.45 and 7pm and i snag the deliveries and do them on my way home”
-
Walter pushed the key into the lock, opening the door to his apartment and groaning as his body ached from tiredness. He should be elated, they caught the killer, the evidence was logged and couldn’t be disputed… and yet he was tired to his core. He’d been at his desk for longer than he’d been home, and when the Lieutenant had finally ordered him to go him a little after 5pm, it had still taken him the better part of an hour to finish up and leave the building.
Shutting the door behind him he felt his stomach rumble. He didn’t even need to look in the fridge to know it was completely empty, devoid of anything even vaguely edible. Checking his phone he saw that it was a little after 6.30pm and a thought fired across his mind, a smile forming. Fifteen minutes later he’d added far more to his online basket than he ever would have done in store, but for the first time he was able to see exactly what the creations were whereas in the store it was just a big pile of weird looking cakes and bakes. By 6.50pm he’d entered his card details and completed the order, the little update screen stating delivery would be by 7.30pm, just enough time to grab a shower, after all if it was you that would deliver, he should probably shower for the first time in 72 hours having rushed out of the apartment three mornings in a row due to new leads in the case.
The shower was far too enjoyable to rush, and after he’d washed his hair he started on his body, soaping over his chest and stomach before he paid extra attention to his dick. The anticipation of just the possibility of seeing you had him hard in seconds, and resting his head back against the tiled wall he quickly worked his hand over himself. He got lost in the moment, his mind taking him to places it shouldn’t, imagining his hand was yours, thinking about that time he saw you wearing over the over the knee knit socks and a skirt, how your ass was the perfect roundness, how your lips would look stretched around his dick… he came with a groan, thick white ropes falling to the shower floor as every ounce of stress left his body, his body shuddering when he was finally spent.
He was halfway through drying himself when he heard a knock at the door to his apartment, he eyes going wide when he saw it was 7.20pm;
“Fuck!”
He’d gotten carried away in the shower, and now he had to quickly rush to wrap a towel around his waist as a second knock came just as he reached the door, taking a deep breath before opening it and seeing you standing on the doorstep shivering in your padded coat, holding two takeout bags;
“Hey! Come in, come in, Jeez its freezing out there…”
Stepping into the apartment you couldn’t help but to look him up and down, attempting to hide your reaction as you could clearly see the distinct outline of something rather large bulging against the fabric of the fluffy white towel;
“Hey D-d-detective… Y-y-yeah it’s d-d-dropping fast out t-t-there… radio s-s-said it was g-g-gonna be a wind chill of minus t-t-twenty nine by eight o’clock… what a n-n-night to have my b-b-bike, huh?” You carefully dropped the two bags onto his coffee table as you spoke.
“You cycled here? On that pedal bike that is always chained up outside the coffee shop?” he asked incredulously, immediately forgetting his current state of undress. Shutting the door he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest; “You’re gonna stay here until you’re warmed up, i’m gonna make you a hot coffee and to warm you up from the inside too...”
“I ain’t gonna complain to that” you mumbled, your face pressed to his chest as you suddenly melted against him, warming your cheek against his firm muscles before turning your head to warm the other one and he let out a little gasp as your cold hands pressed against his sides.
“I also said for you to call me Walter…” he said quietly.
Pulling your head back you smiled at him;
“Thank you, Walter. You’re the best… though you’re the first delivery i’ve made where i’ve been greeted by someone in just a towel”
“Sorry, let me go put some clothes on…”
You tighten your grip around his waist;
“I wasn’t complaining…”
There was no poignant pause, no longing gazes, his lips met with yours and the kiss was fierce and hungry. He was pushing your coat down your arms and you reluctantly released your hold from his waist to let it drop to the floor, your sweater following soon after. Your lips met again and he was lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hand rested on your ass beneath your skirt as he walked you through the apartment before dropping you on his bed.
He was pulling your boots off your feet as you scrambled up the bed, your hands reaching for your thigh high socks when he suddenly caught your hands in his;
“Leave those on…”
You paused and grinned, before his lips met yours again and he was on top of you, his hands sliding up your skirt and bunching it around your waist as he pressed a trail of open mouthed kisses down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, before briefly lifting his head enough to pull your panties down your legs and toss them aside.
As he lowered his mouth to your core his gaze was intense, vivid blue shining through the dim light of his bedroom, his tongue pushing through your soaked petals and parting them as his beard brushed against your skin, heightening all of the sensations. Wrapping his arms around your thighs he pulled you closer to his mouth, his tongue pushing into you and he started to fuck you with it whilst his bearded face tickled your clit. You were squealing and struggling to stay still, needing to anchor yourself on something as your hips bucked and your orgasm started to rapidly approach, your hands finding their way to his still wet hair and your fingers wrapping around the dark curls as he pressed a hand to your stomach to keep you still, growling at your taste on his tongue as he felt you shake as your orgasm took over.
When your body had finally stopped shaking Walter pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before he sat back on his haunches, licking his lips where he could still taste you on them. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows you grinned at him, your gaze travelling down his thick chest to his stomach, and the trail of hair that led beneath the towel;
“You gonna show me what you’ve got under that towel, Detective?”
“You ready for what i’ve got under this towel darlin’?”
Pushing yourself up to sitting, your legs spread and bent either side of him, you hooked a finger into the towel and tugged, your eyes going wide when you saw his thick meaty cock standing hard and proud between his muscled thighs. Wrapping your hands around it you relished the feel of his silky skin as it moved over the hardness beneath, your mouth against his;
“I need you inside me”
“I… Fuck… this wasn’t planned… i haven’t got any protection…”
“I’m on birth control, I want to feel you bare…”
With a growl he surged forwards, capturing your lips with his own before he pushed you down onto the bed. Holding himself up on one hand he hooked your leg up over his hip, opening you like a winter blossom as he rubbed his dick through your soaked folds, dousing himself with your slick wetness. You whined at the teasing, the way his tip would brush against your hole only to move up to your clit;
“Walter, please… you promised to warm me up from the inside…”
He paused, a smirk on his face;
“You want me to get you a coffee? ‘Cos i can stop…”
“NO, i need your diiiiiiiiii….FUCK!” He’d pushed into you as you were mid sentence, the feeling of his meaty girth splitting your walls wide open overwhelming you and your eyes rolled back in their sockets; “OH MY GOD!”
“You like that Darlin? You feeling warmer now?”
“Please… please fuck me…”
He grinned and shifted his hips, grinding into you;
“Well, as you said please…”
You had been expecting him to pound you into the mattress, you had not been expecting for his technique to start off with sensual rolls of his hips, filling you tenderly and carefully whilst you got used to his size. It was almost overwhelming, completely surrounded as he caged you in with his massive arms, his chest pressed against your own as his hips worked utter magic. He pulled his legs wide apart, shifting to rest on your open hips and he got even deeper. Pressing kisses to your lips and neck he soon had you moaning and begging for release, every push and pull hitting just the right spots and you were almost embarrassingly wet from the arousal but it only added to the sensations.
You could feel yourself coming, the pleasure too much to hold back, and with a long low moan your body betrayed you and succumbed to the orgasm that had been building in the pit of your belly. Walter kept up the same speed of his thrusts but pushed a little harder, a little deeper with each one;
“Can feel you fluttering around me, you gonna cum for me? You look so fucking beautiful all fucked out and wanting, feel so fucking amazing…”
Just as your orgasm was at its peak he tensed and you could feel his cum flooding into you, the twitching of his dick as he filled you with his seed prolonging your high. When you had both finally finished you could feel his weight start to get heavier on top of you, before with a sudden and surprising act of nimble dexterity he rolled the pair of you over so you were laying atop of him, his softening dick slipping out and you felt the trickle of his seed flow out of you. With one massive hand he pulled the duvet across your bodies, and you snuggled up to his chest;
“That was the best tip ever” you giggled; “In fact definitely more than the tip”
At that moment you not only heard but felt his stomach growl, looking up and seeing him grin sheepishly as he spoke;
“I just want you to know this is not how i usually treat food deliveries… do you want something to eat? Or drink?”
Nodding you smiled;
“That'd be nice”
-
A while later you were cleaned up, Walter having given you one of his massive t-shirts to wear which came to the tops of your thighs. He’d grazed through half the contents of his order as you nibbled on a muffin, having eaten at the coffee shop during a very quiet last hour of your shift. You’d laughed and chatted as the pair of you had eaten on the comfort of Walters couch, before you’d suddenly stopped mid sentence;
“Shit, i left my bike in the lobby… will it be safe there until i go home?”
Walter smiled at you, his hand curling around your thigh;
“Have you heard that weather out there? I’d be surprised if you could even ride it home through three foot of snow…” he paused for a moment; “Stay the night…”
You went to object, decline politely but you caught yourself, why? Why shouldn’t you spend the night? Taking a deep breath you smiled;
“I’d love to”
_____________________________________________
Part 2 >>>
#walter marshall#walter marshall x reader#walter marshall x you#henry cavill#walter marshall smut#walter marshall fanfiction#walter marshall fanfic
771 notes
·
View notes
Text
Don’t Distract The Driver
TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT
COUPLE: BENNY X READER
RATING: SMUT
I smiled as I turned on my heel at the bottom of my staircase swinging my weight and my little white suitcase around the last banister rail feeling my petticoats swish as I spin, I put my suitcase by the door going to the kitchen with a skip and a jump over my little rug getting my large travel mug filling it to the tip top with hot coffee. I shut off the last few bits and bobs I had on around the house, when I heard the familiar little engine, I grabbed my handbag and set my white sunglasses on my head next to my little headband. I went and opened the door spotting the pastel blue beetle that now sat at the end of my drive way, I smiled widely seeing the tall, skinny figure who emerged from it.
He climbed out the drivers side his jeans tight to his skinny legs, his usual shoes, His belt tight with his knife sat down his left leg as usual, His grey button down over him with the little slightly metallic lines down the fabric, open to the centre of his chest as usual, his black coat cradled him as usual, his hat in his hand as he pulled back his hair and sat it on his head
"Hello babydoll"
"Hello Benny" I smiled running down the path and into his arms as he wrapped them around me tightly and pulled me close to his chest for a kiss "I made you coffee" I smiled handing him the travel cup
"You. Are. An angel." He says happily taking it and having a savoured sip "ummmm I haven't had a coffee since the highway, thank you babydoll"
"Your welcome, so shall we get packing?"
"Of course put your stuff in the trunk I saved you some room"
"Okay" I nodded starting to bring my bags
".... Babydoll"
"What is it Benny?"
"Need I remind you I own a beetle? Commonly known for being… not that big of cars"
"Yes"
"And I also have all my clothes and such?"
"I know"
"So why do you have like six bags?"
"I need lots. Benny, you think looking this beautiful just happens? You think I wake up like this?"
“I do” He shrugs
“Benny!”
"I know babydoll and you look very beautiful but we are only going for four days."
"I couldn't decide on my dresses so… I took options"
"Options? How many options?"
".... A few" I blushed "plus I couldn't pick a swimsuit"
"Fine stuff what you can in the trunk and throw the rest in the back seat" he sighed,
I smiled as I sat in the cream leather seat my head slightly against the blue metal and the glass of the window and door, I could hear the engine revving and Veering as it went along the long infinitely stretching american highways, The sounds of the air rushing past the window were it doesn’t quiet seal properly, The rush of sound every so often, Little sounds when a car past but loud when something like a huge truck went by, The radio on low the gentle music playing slowly, I could smell the oil and fuel of engines around us, I could smell the coffee that sat in the cup holder, I could smell benny’s aftershave which brought a wider smile to my lips. I looked out the window and saw the vast straight road, a sign for the route, the local towns and things close to us. I sat up seeing that as we drove we were following a large black car, I glance to Benny as he sat in the driver's seat focused intently on the road and the car in front of him, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth his hair slightly in his eye where he had thrown his hat on the back seat earlier.
I smiled sitting up and fixing his hair out his eye for him,
“Better?”
“Thank you y/n” He chucked
I smiled and continued to gently play with his hand until he took my hand giving it a kiss and putting my hand back in my lap with a pat before he returned his hand to the wheel
“Don’t Distract the Driver.” he warns
“I wasn’t distracting the driver” I smiled “I was helping”
“Sure you where”
“Why are we just following this car?”
“It’s a nice car?” He shrugs
“What is it?” I asked
“63 lincoln. Ummm I want one”
“Benny, you live in a basement and own like four shirts?” I remind him
“I’m not allowed to want things?”
“You can, just maybe think what you can afford”
“I own more than four shirts”
“Then why do I only see four?”
“... Because… they are my good clothes… that I wear with you around?”
“Liar”
“Fine” He sighed “Maybe… I could save a little money by, Moving out of the crummy little cracker box?”
“Ummm?”
“Maybe I could come and live in your nice house?”
“I don’t know benny, might be a little cramped or you in the other bedroom” I smiled
“I would, Maybe I could just… curl up in your bed”
“Could you now?”
“Come on you have a two bed two bath house why can’t I come live with you”
“You won’t like living with me benny”
“Maybe I can be the judge of that?” he smirked
“You just don’t wanna pay rent anymore”
“.... Kinda”
“You’ll still have to help pay the mortgage”
“Yeah but that's got to be better then rent in my shitty apartment,” he says “Plus you have a driveway, so I wouldn’t have to pay as many parking tickets” He says
“That's true” I giggled, laying my head on his shoulder as he drove. “Maybe, I’ll think about it benny.” I smiled giving his cheek a kiss
“Hey, I’m driving” He argues trying to squirm away from my kisses
“Awww benny? Don’t you want my kisses?”
“I do, but just not while I’m driving babydoll”
“Your mean to me” I whine leaning back on the door
“Ohh? I’m mean because I want to focus on the road so we don’t crash and die?”
“Yes.”
“I know I’m mean” He smirked leaning over and giving my head a kiss “Happy now?”
“Kinda” I giggled “How long till we get there?”
“Another few hours”
“You said that three hours ago”
“Well it's a long way”
“I’m going to go swimming” I giggled “will you come with me?”
“....Maybe, depends how the Championship goes?”
“If it goes well? Then will you come and sit by the pool with me?”
“I will if it goes well” He says
“Benny?” I asked after a while of quiet driving
“Yes y/n?”
“Do you love me?” I asked nuzzling on to his neck
“Awwww Babydoll, Of course I love you” he says kissing my head “Don’t you love me too?”
“Of course I love you” I giggled looking out to the long boring road, “Benny?” I asked
“Yes Babydoll?” He asks
“I’m bored”
“.... do you wanna play chess?”
“No thank you benny. I’ll have to deal with chess enough when we get there.”
“.... Do you want to play eye spy?”
“Are we six?” I asked
“I was only suggesting y/n”
“I know” I sighed as I watched the road, But I smirked to myself glancing down at his tight jeans “Benny?”
“Ummm?”
“Did you wanna play a game?” I smiled resting my hand on his leg
“I just suggested two games” He shrugs but I moved my hand up a little more stroking the inner seam of his jeans all the way till I ran my finger tips around his pocket “Oooh…” It clicked in his head what I was suggesting he smirked and picked my hand up giving it a kiss “Don’t distract the driver Babydoll.”
“But Benny”
“You wanna do that we can pull over, I’m not having to feeling me up while I’m trying to drive y/n”
“You're mean” I pout
“I know.”
“Just one little kiss” I whine “Please” I beg pressing kisses to his cheek, his jaw and down his neck
“Don’t distract the driver” he complained trying to get my kisses away
“Awww Please, Pwetty Pwease Benny” I whine and soon enough he pulled up to a junction stopping the car
“You are such a whiny little Brat when you don’t get what you want” he smirked turning slightly one hand on the wheel and the other on the seat
“Maybe I wouldn’t If, you gave me what I wanted” I pouted
“Wouldn’t you?” he smirked pulling me to kiss him I happily kissed his soft lips back his hair gently ticking my lips as he kissed me, our kiss got deeper and deeper the longer it went on until some other car pulled up behind us and honked loudly, so Benny pulled back and carried on driving
“Benny…” I whine petting his arm suggestively
“I’m driving” He reminds “You got a kiss now let me drive”
“But Benny” I whine
“Don’t distract the driver” he says pushing my hand away
I giggled and gently pet his leg, stroking his jeans “Come on benny” I whined
“Why are you being such a brat Babydoll?” He smirked
“Because I wanna play” I giggled slipping my hand into the pocket of his jeans gently stroking his hips “Please Benny, I just want us to have fun”
“Babydoll, I want us to have fun too. But Don’t distract the driver, it’s dangerous” he says “we’ll have fun when we get to the hotel okay” He says
“No. Fun now” I complained grabbing his crotch
“Y/n!” he jumped “I’m driving”
“Well I think it’s time for fun” I smiled toying with his belt
“Y/n” He warns “don’t distract the driver” I undid his belt and undid his jeans “Babydoll…” he warns
“Just drive benny” I smirked slipping my and under his jeans my hand meeting his half hard cock
“Don’t distract the driv- Uhh!” He groans as I squeezed his base hard, “Babydoll, what’s wrong with you? You are being such a little brat today, Fine. you’re not going to give up on this so” He sighed
“Good” I giggled I started off slow gently pumping as I kissed his neck gently as he drove until he was rock hard, his breaths sharp, biting and gnawing on his lip a lot trying hard not to moan or groan in reaction to my movements and my kisses “Benny? Do you love me?” I cooed as I sped my hand up even more
“Umm! Course I do Babydoll. I just don’t like when you wanna play distract the driver” He smirked turning to kiss me gently but I pulled away
“Focus on driving Benny, it’s awfully dangerous” I smirked giving his cheek a kiss and moving in my seat tugging his jeans down even more letting his rock hard cock jump free from his jeans, I moved and gently kissed his head and down his shaft making him grip the wheel tightly
“Fuck! y/n…” He groans “Why do you have be such a little brat and play distract the driver?” He compalined
“Want me to stop?” I cooed
“Fuck no babydoll!” He groaned
I smirked and took every inch of him into my mouth sucking hard “Ughhhh! Fuck Babydoll!” He groans grabbing my hair hard I knew he was getting close but he pushed my head away leaving me a little confused “Fuck it” He said as he pulled into a truck stop cafe place, parking up at the back of the car park and doing up his jeans “Backseat. Now babydoll.” He smirked so I giggled and did as I was told, getting into the back of the car and he happily followed pulling me aggressively to kiss him grabbing at my dress I smirked kissing back moving to kiss down his jaw and his neck making sure to leave a love bite at the crook of his neck
“Why so attentive all of a sudden benny?”
“You know why”
“I’m sure I don’t”
“Yes you do you little brat” He growled kissing down my neck and attacking my breasts with kisses “You are getting such a fucking spanking when we get to the hotel” he smirked undoing his jeans again
“Why?” I whine
“Don’t distract the driver babydoll. Else master punishes his little bratty babydoll” he growled forcing me into his lap….
#benny#benny fanfic#benny smut#benny x reader#benny imagine#benny watts#BENNYWATTS#bennywattssmut#bennysmut#bennyimagine#benny watts imagine#benny watts smut#thequeensgambit#queens gambit#The Queens Gambit#thomas#thomas sangster#thomas brodie sangster#thomassangster#thomasbrodiesangster#thomas sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster smut#thomas brodie sangster i#thomas brodie sangster s#thomas smut#thomas sangster smut#thomas sangster x reader#thomas sangser imagine
225 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hope: The Smuggler
A continuation on this little piece I posted a couple of days ago. Just something small knocking around inside my mind.
CW: Escaped pet whumpee, BBU, guns, scarring, referenced past torture, ~mysterious world-building references~
“Allie!” Gyasi hops down from the truck, the tread of her work boots crunching into the rock salt scattered over the road to melt the ice.
Snowflakes are already starting to drift down, landing in Gyasi’s hair and laying white and beautiful against her black braids pulled back low at her neck. They melt a moment later, but it’s definitely snowing a little more than it was a half an hour ago, and Allie’s sure there’ll be another big buildup tonight.
Allie’s mouth always goes a little dry when Gyasi is in town, and she has to lock her knees not to have them wobble as she gives her most welcoming smile. “Welcome back, Gya.”
“Always a pleasure.” Gyasi crushes her in a hug. The other woman only comes up to Allie’s nose, and still she feels sort of helpless at every touch. Funny, how she’s the deputy head of security for Hope, and still someone as slim and slight as Gyasi can make her fall to pieces. “I got a team of six this time, all names you know. We’re going in with seven rescues and a couple libbers with pretty big felony convictions about to come down, hopefully coming back with a metric fucking ton of insulin, plus the usual other shit.”
“Great.” Allie has to clear her throat to keep her voice from coming out husky and trembling. She pulls back from the hug, looking over the truck. The man sitting in the passenger seat gives her a wave, and after a second Allie remembers him, too - Charlie or Chuck. Another truck pulls up behind that, and then a van. “We’ll be sending you in one vehicle at a time. Once we get clearance the first makes it through, we’ll send the next.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know how it goes. Rescues first-” Gyasi points to the van. “Then our libbers go in the truck. Chaz and I’ll bring up the rear.”
Right, Chaz. Allie always forgets his name.
“And if you’re caught-”
“I know, Allie-cat. I was never here, there’s no road through the woods, we snuck through an hour east of here.” Gyasi reaches up to pat the side of her face, and Allie wonders if she’s just going to black out one day when Gya does that. “We didn’t give you away the last time one of us got picked up, we won’t this time, either. Trust me.”
“I try to,” Allie says, voice softening a little. It’s hard, to be soft - her life has been one of needing to always be sharp-edged, ready to kill or fight on command. Softness came only after she made it here, and even then only with time. “You know I try to trust you, Gya.”
“Well, try harder, because I’m trustworthy.” Gyasi laughs, deep and rich, and then her eyes shift to the side. Her smile, wide and bright, starts to fade slightly. It returns a little faded, unsure. "We have a watcher, Al.”
“What?” Allie turns to look over her shoulder, instinctively tensing at the possibility of a threat - and then relaxes. “Oh. He’s, uh. He’s shy. That’s our new kid, he came up from Florida.”
“Oof, what a long trip.”
“You’re not wrong. Leslie said he needed to be in No Man’s Land, although she refused to say why. Come on over here, kiddo!”
If Gyasi tops out with her hair not quite high enough to touch Allie’s nose, Esteban doesn’t even clear her shoulders. He’s a skinny, short thing, drowning in a huge canvas winter coat he’d arrived in. His cheeks and the tip of his nose are bright red from the cold he’s still getting used to, and he’s got big thick black gloves on, a woven knit cap pulled down to cover his ears, dark brown curls sticking out all around it, brown eyes sparkling.
Leslie had left him with fleece-lined jeans, heavy socks and a promise to wear two pairs with his boots, all the sweaters you could imagine, and strict admonitions not to try and go without gloves just because some of the others who’ve been here longer do.
His breath puffs out in front of him as he jogs over from where he’d been lurking at the side of the admin building (well... it’s really just Brock’s house). “H-hey, Allie.”
"You look frozen, Esteban.”
“It’s not so bad,” Esteban says, cheerful as always, even as his nose looks like Rudolph on a bad day. “I’m getting used to it. I wanted to watch the trucks! Who is this? Are these new people like me?”
“Oh, I’m not like you,” Gyasi says, without judgement, but Allie still sees Esteban’s shoulders hunch a little under his layers, catches the embarrassed flush that darkens him even under the cold. “Gyasi Templeton’s the name. I run meds, mostly. And people.”
“Run...?” Esteban’s curiosity overcomes his mood, and he turns to look at the two trucks and the big van, then back at Allie.
“I’m a smuggler,” Gyasi announces happily. “I smuggle.”
“Right.” Allie points to the van first. “Her group does runs to Canada through here. Meds, runaways, pet lib groups. Other stuff that it might be hard for us to get hold of on this side of the border, Gya’s group can bring through here.”
“Technically, we go through there.” Gyasi points, gesturing to the forest just visible at the horizon, the soft smudged line of dark green and brown. “It’s a bumpy road, let me tell you, halfway up a fucking mountain and back, uh.. you said Esteban?”
“Yeah,” Esteban’s replies, shyly, half-hidden behind Allie. “That’s my name.”
“You pick it out?” Gyasi’s not really that interested, just making conversation. Allie can see her distraction - she’s in a hurry to get moving, hoping to make it through the trees before nightfall and the snow make things too difficult or dangerous and force them to wait it out.
Esteban, though, doesn’t seem to notice. “Yes! Dr. Osmond let me choose my own name, he was very kind to me. He was very kind.”
Allie swallows, jaw setting into a firm line, shoulders tensing. She, after all, has seen what the kids hands look like under those gloves. Scarred and with one pinky permanently bent, one of his other fingers doesn’t even close.
“No, he wasn’t,” Gyasi says, and she glances back at the truck, with its engine still rumbling.
“What?” Esteban blinks.
“Nobody kind has a runaway Boxie who goes this fucking far to get away from them.”
Esteban looks away, something shifting in his expression. Allie, as a rule, doesn’t give a fuck about sob stories. She has her own, and she’s heard so many on top of that. She stopped letting them sink into her skin a long time ago. But she finds herself wondering what Esteban’s expression - wistful, sad, but oddly bittersweet, too - could possibly mean.
“Ethan wasn’t nice,” He mumbles. “But Dr. Osmond was, in the lab where I was first.”
Then he gives Gyasi and Allie another bright smile, but it’s more brittle than it was before. “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” He says politely.
Allie frowns, though. “The lab, Estenban? You mean Facility, right?”
“The lab,” Esteban says patiently. “In the Facility. Where I grew up. I’m gonna go, it’s getting cold.”
“Wait, what do you-”
“Later, Allie.” He bumps his shoulder lightly against Allie’s arm as a kind of farewell, and crunches his way back out of the road and onto the sidewalk, heading in the direction of the adjustment house, the first place anyone stays until they’re ready to settle down.
Allie watches him go, a chill settling into her chest.
What lab? Where he grew up? Leslie said he came out of some exec’s house. And the exec sure wouldn’t be a doctor...
“Cute kid,” Gyasi says, startling Allie back out of her thoughts. “But we have a contact waiting for us at an auto shop in Nick’s Island. Next time we’ll get coffee, right, Allie-cat? And you’ll finally watch Clue with me?”
Allie feels something flutter in her chest. Esteban’s odd mysterious statements forgotten, she quickly nods. “Will do, Gya. Stay safe.”
“I never stay safe, it’d ruin my fun.” Gyasi crushes Allie briefly back into another hug, and then climbs back up into her truck, settling back in. “Let them know we’re going through, we’ll be there in ten or fifteen.”
Allie’s already pulling out her radio. “Your escort’ll be ready for you when you hit the path. You already paid up?”
“Yeah, I paid Brock half direct. You’ll get the other half of your cut when we come back.”
“Right. Half in cash, half in meds.”
“Same as always. See ya, Allie.”
Gyasi’s truck rumbles away, the second truck and then the van following after it. Allie radios the group working the road through the woods today, but her mind keeps going back to Esteban. Dr Osmond. A lab. Where I grew up.
Now what in the hell does that mean?
-
@finder-of-rings @burtlederp @astrobly @doveotions @whump-tr0pes @symphony-of-greys @orchidscript @boxboysandotherwhump @whumptywhumpdump @wildfaewhump
#whump#whump ocs#guard dog box boy#bbu#box boy universe#bbu guard dog#box babe guard dog#box babe#recovering whumpees#escaped whumpee#scarred whumpee#gruff caretaker
62 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Reason (2/2)
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Angst, panic attack, FLUFF!
Summary: Part 2 to The Signal.
A/N: I hope you all like it! Also feel free to submit requests, prompts, anything you want in my asks. (That kind of rhymed haha)!
Bucky almost wished that Helen hadn’t turned up. Maybe then he could have accepted your fate. You could have drifted off peacefully, instead of surrounded by all this chaos.
The whole two hours on the quinjet he didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept his eyes on the floor in front of him while doctors and nurses fought to keep you alive just three feet away. He blocked out their words, not wanting to hear what was happening, what was going wrong.
When they landed, you were wheeled away leaving Bucky and the other Avengers to sit in the waiting room. It wasn’t your average uncomfortable seats, too clean, sickly green walls, hospital waiting room. This was a SHIELD base so, due to the fact that agents would frequently be getting fatally injured, the waiting rooms had been given a makeover. Instead of having one big room there were lots of smaller ones, giving loved ones the privacy they needed.
Looking around, Bucky could see how the room could be soothing for someone. There were a plethora comfortable places to sit or lie down and a stash of blankets and pillows in the far corner. He spotted a diffuser, and smelt the lavender fragrance it was emitting into the room.
The Avengers all spread out, none of them brave enough to talk. The only sounds filling the room were occasional sniffles, instrumental music flowing from the speakers and the low hiss of the diffuser.
Bucky couldn’t sit still, the repetitive music intended to calm the listener was doing the opposite. He could smell the lavender and all it was doing was reminding him of the baths you two would take together after grueling missions. His foot starts bouncing up and down as the music becomes the only thing he can hear and the smell attacks his nostrils.
He tries to focus on something else. Anything else, but his mind just keeps drifting back to you. The smell of your hair, the taste of your lips, the soothing touch of your hands. He wants to make it stop. He can’t make it stop. It’s too much.
He stands up abruptly, shocking a few people near him and stomps out the room. He finds himself laser focused on the wall ahead of him as if it’s the reason this is happening to you. He lands a hard punch. It’s the wall’s fault you got hurt. It’s the wall’s fault because it didn’t protect you. It’s the wall’s fault because it has done so many horrible things in the past and this is just the universe paying the wall back for all of it. The wall doesn’t deserve to be happy, he lands another punch to prove his point.
Exhaustion causes Bucky to collapse to the ground, his chest heaving as he holds his head in his hands and rests his elbows on his knees. His head is spinning and he tries to focus on his breathing to calm himself down. The only noise he can hear is the wheezing of his breath as he sucks in air at an erratic pace.
Suddenly Steve is in front of him. He places his hands on the sides of Bucky’s face forcing him to look at him. Steve’s hands quickly become wet with tears but he doesn’t care. He only cares about calming his closest friend down. He speaks reassuring words and eventually Bucky manages to get his breathing under control and the world comes back into focus.
Bucky looks up into Steve’s eyes, which are red and puffy. He doesn’t even want to think about what his own look like. Steve pulls him into a hug and they stay holding each other as Bucky sobs into his chest. They eventually pull apart and Steve moves to sit next to Bucky, both leaning against the wall. They stay in silence, Steve knows that if Bucky wanted to say something he would.
They sit there together until they spot Helen Cho heading into the waiting room. Gathering up the courage Bucky stands up, wiping at his face to get rid of any tears still left over. He glances at the wall, the two huge dents staring right back at him like a pair of eyes, but before his mind can tumble down the slope of self deprecating thoughts, Steve places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and guides him to the waiting room.
Stepping into the room, Bucky's eyes quickly fall to Helen. He notices her unkempt hair, the slouch in her shoulders and the slight drag of her feet as she walks to the edge of the room. He starts to wonder if Helen is feeling grief because you didn’t make it or exhaustion from the hours of extreme care you have been under.
Helen knows that there are assassins in the room, trained to pick up on micro-expressions and body language so she decides to get right to the point. “She is alive and stable.”
Collective sighs are heard around the room. Tears fall from Wanda’s eyes just from the sheer relief that you are ok.
“She lost a lot of blood and was bleeding internally. We had to take the shrapnel out, treat the internal bleeding and then close the wound. Due to the size of the wound we inserted a drain to prevent infection. It will be kept in for a minimum of two days depending on how well it heals. We need to keep her here to monitor her recovery.” Helen explains to the room. “You can go and see her whenever you’re ready but she’s still under from the anesthesia.”
After giving the directions to the room you’re in she excuses herself. Most likely heading somewhere to rest, understandably so.
The Avengers all make their way out of the room, Tony being the last out and mumbling something to Steve. He nods and turns to Bucky.
“We’re all going to make our way up to check on her, you can come with us or you can go take a shower and change so you can stay with her until she wakes up. Completely up to you.” Steve explains.
“I’ll go clean up, just please don’t leave her alone. I’ll be really quick.” There is still fear in Bucky’s eyes so Steve reassures him they will all stay with her until he gets there.
Bucky makes his way to the quinjet to grab a change of clothes and then heads to a private room. He showers as quick as he can, he just wants to see you, to hold you in his arms and be near you. He rushes to your room but hesitates when he reaches the door.
He is like a deer in headlights, he wants so badly to go inside and see that you are ok but something is stopping him. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Suddenly the door is opening, he quickly retreats.
“Bucky?” It’s Tony, he walks out and closes the door behind him. Bucky just stares, trying not to let the tears that are gathering in his eyes fall down onto his cheeks. Tony takes a few steps closer.
“How is she?” Bucky hesitantly asks.
“She is alive.” Tony sighs, he can’t lie to Bucky. “It isn’t going to be easy, when you walk in there. She doesn’t look like herself and it might be shocking, but she needs you. She needs you to be there at her side when she wakes up. Can you do that for her?” Tony places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and eventually Bucky nods.
Tony guides him to the door but takes a few steps back when they get there. It needs to be Bucky’s decision to go in, he can’t be forced in. He places his hand on the handle and slowly pushes the door open.
Walking into the room his eyes scan over your body. Tony was right, you don’t look like yourself. He panics a little because you don’t really appear to be alive, your body is so still, but he settles when he sees you are hooked up to a heart monitor and it is steadily beeping. He has never seen you so vulnerable and weak and it breaks his heart. He is brought out of his trance by the sound of the door closing, indicating all the Avengers had left the room. It was now just the two of you and all the machines and tubes you were connected to.
He walks over and takes a seat by your head afraid at first to go near you, but every so often he shuffles the chair closer and closer until he is right next to the bed. His hand inches towards yours, retracting when he feels how cold your hand is but eventually he holds it with both of his hands, bringing it gently up to his lips.
He stays holding your hand but tiredness hits him like a truck. It wasn’t just the kind of tiredness you felt in your eyes, no he felt it everywhere, his bones, his muscles but also his mind. He felt like his brain had been working overtime, processing everything that had happened, he wanted nothing more than to just let himself slip into a deep sleep.
He rests his head on the edge of the bed, telling himself he is only resting his eyes, he wanted to be awake when you woke up but he couldn’t stop sleep from taking over. Stealing his consciousness from him like a petty thief.
You could feel your senses start to come back online. Your ears filled with the sound of consistent beeping, it was annoying but also slightly relaxing, the speed and pitch of each beep gradually hypnotising you. You shift your focus, you hear a low grumbling sound. It only lasts a few seconds and then it goes quiet. Then you hear it again, and again. Snoring.
You blink your eyes open and you’re greeted with a plain white ceiling, not very interesting at all. You continue to hear the grumbling sound so you decide to sit yourself up a bit to find the source. That was not a good idea, the movement sent shooting pains from your side up and down your body and you hiss at the pain. The grumbling stops with a weird grunt and you feel movement by the side of the bed.
“Doll? Are you awake?” The brown haired man comes into your view, his sleepy face showing the happiness he holds to see you are awake.
You go to speak but your voice is scratchy and just comes out as an undecipherable croak. You start to get distressed that you can’t speak.
“You’re ok doll. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky soothes you, stroking his hand over your hair.
Once you have calmed down Bucky presses the button for assistance and goes to fill up a plastic cup of water.
You take the cup from him, deliberately brushing his hand with yours. You hold on to one of his hands and slowly bring it to your lips. His entire body relaxes and he smiles down at you.
You point to the back of your head and then to the cup of water and he seems to understand. He places his hand at the back of your head helping you lift your head, supporting all your weight with his hand so you don’t have to strain your neck. You raise the cup up to your lips and take small sips, the water instantly refreshing your dry mouth and throat.
The nurses come in and do all the checks they need to, everything is looking as good as it should. Once they have all left you look back to Bucky who has taken his place back in the chair by the side of your bed. You reach your hand out and he takes it, holding it as if it was the rarest jewel on earth.
“Thank you.” You manage to croak out. Bucky opens his mouth to argue but quickly closes it when he sees the look on your face.
“You’re welcome doll.” He smiles back at you. “You should get some rest.” His smile is replaced by a caring frown which makes you chuckle slightly.
“Sleep with me?” You give him your best puppy eyes which only makes the creases in his forehead more prominent.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admits sheepishly.
“They put me in a double bed for a reason.” It still hurts to talk so you hope that he isn’t going to need anymore convincing. You smile when he gets up and helps you shift to one side of the bed. He very carefully slides in next to you, his arms gently wrap around you as he tries to avoid everything that is attached to you and be as far away as possible from your wound.
You can feel his body is still tense so you squeeze his hand and gently rub circles on the back. Letting out a sigh of contentment you close your eyes, allowing sleep to sweep you away.
Bucky was not so lucky, he loved having you in his arms but he was terrified to move in case he hurt you in any way. He just listened to the sound of your slow breathing which eventually lulled him into sleep.
You were both woken up by the nurses entering the room, saying they had to do their regular checks. Bucky slipped out from the bed to give them room, heading to the bathroom to give you some privacy.
He stared into the mirror, the events that have taken place clear in the sag of his skin and the puffiness of his eyes. Sighing, he splashed some cold water on his face before drying off and heading out of the bathroom.
The nurses had left and you were sitting up in bed, still to one side leaving room for Bucky. Again, he very carefully took his place next to you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders the other hand resting on your thigh.
He leans over to you and kisses you on the cheek. The words you both want to speak hang heavy in the air above your heads.
“Bucky I-” “Doll-”
You both chuckle at the awkwardness. “You go first.” Bucky encourages you with a smile.
“When we were out there, you told me not to say something.” You pause to gather your thoughts but Bucky takes this as an invitation to speak.
“I am so sorry. I never should have taken that away from you, I just didn’t think I could handle it if those words came out of your mouth.” His words fall out of his mouth in a jumbled mess but you understand.
“You knew what I was going to say?” You ask and he nods.
“You told me not to say it. To hold onto it as a reason to fight for survival. You don’t realise it already was my reason to fight. You, James Buchanan Barnes, are my reason to live.” You look up at him, a few tears falling down your cheeks but you notice he is the same.
“I love you Bucky.”
“I love you doll.”
His smile is the biggest you have ever seen. His happiness beams out of his body and lights up the room. He reaches a hand up to your cheek to wipe away the tears. Leaning in slowly he presses his lips to yours. In that kiss you feel his emotion, the unspoken words that don’t need to be shared because the kiss is saying everything it needs to. In that kiss you are transported to another world, a heaven but in that kiss you are brought home.
Pulling away for breath you are both glowing, basking in each other’s love and the comfort in brings.
“Say it again.” Bucky asks you.
“I love you Bucky.”
“Again.” You are both laughing now.
“I love you Bucky.” Before he has the chance to ask you again you cup his cheek with one hand, the hand on your good side. You pull him closer to you and press kisses all over his face whispering ‘i love you’s in between each kiss.
Both your chuckles fill the room, replacing the atmosphere of sickness with one of joy and love. In that moment you felt like Bucky’s love could completely heal you.
That day all the avengers came to see you, bringing flowers and gifts. There were tears shed but they were happy tears. Tears showing how grateful you all are to have your little family, to have endless love and support surrounding you. The only time Bucky left your side was when he had to, but as soon as he could he was right back next to you, kissing everywhere he could reach.
That night you fall asleep in Bucky's arms knowing this is where you will be for the rest of your life. Your mornings will start with Bucky because he is the reason you smile when you wake up. Your evenings will end with Bucky because it’s his touch that can soothe you off to sleep. You want to be with Bucky forever because he is the reason you live.
Permanent Taglist: @vampirewithbedsidemanners @townwitchbitch @velvetcardiganbucky @courtneychicken
The Signal Taglist: @thefuckupoftoday @wiccanmetallicrose @band--psycho @shamelessfangirl-3
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky angst#bucky barnes#bucky imagine#marvel fanfiction#reader insert#avengers x reader#bucky x agent!reader#bucky x avenger!reader#mcu#sebastian stan x reader#angst#james buchanan barnes#avengers fanfiction#avenger reader#steve rogers#wanda maximoff#fluff#bucky barnes fluff
284 notes
·
View notes
Text
Promises
Hi dear! As agreed, I’ve changed it to dad’s friend!Bucky <3 Hope you’re going to enjoy this!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: yandere, obsession, age gap, daddy kink, allusion to non-con, death of minor characters.
Words: 3000.
_______________________
Looking at the lonely chocolate muffin laying on the table in front of you, you closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, making a wish: it was your birthday, and you were stuck in some filthy roadside diner with no one but Mr. Barnes by your side.
Bucky. You were ought to call him Bucky, you reminded yourself, opening your eyes and blowing softly on a single candle sitting on the top of your muffin.
It wasn’t his fault you two ended up here - there had been a huge accident on your way back home, a tanker truck exploded into flames in the middle of the highway. In fact, you were lucky you were far away since several drivers and passengers who had the misfortune to be close to the truck had already been declared dead. It was all over the news, most of the people inside diner glued to the old TV hanging on the wall.
Staring at the candle, you carefully pulled it off and dropped it on a cheap white napkin, taking the muffin and eagerly having a bite. Mr. Barn... Bucky watched you from the other side of the table, his coffee already long cold. There was no smile on his face as you quietly said thank you to him, but you barely remembered him smiling at all despite knowing him for several years at the very least. He was your dad’s friend, and he often visited your house to share a beer and watch hockey with your dad late in the evening. Who could imagine it would be Bucky of all people helping you stay afloat.
“What did you wish for?” He asked you, and chuckled grimly at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Apparently, you had to keep it a secret to make your wish come true, but it didn’t matter now.
“To have a family.”
You gulped down a sob and stared at the red table as Bucky reached out to pat your shoulder gently. Both of you knew what you meant, but you had no strength to talk about it again. It was still painful as hell.
“It will get better.” He said quietly as you nodded, wiping away your tears and gulping down your coke. “You need time.”
Yeah, time, that was what everyone around you kept saying as if time could change the fact you were all alone now; as if it could make you forget all that happened and keep the pain away. What could time do? Make you insensitive, unsympathetic, and unable to feel anything at all. All this time could probably do to you, sure.
He bought a couple of ham sandwiches and bottles of coke for the evening and left with you following him closely. The motel room was just as dirty as the diner, but you didn’t expect anything else, preparing to cleaning it up - anyway, there wasn’t much you could do around here. Although there were lots of people stuck here along with you two, you had no wish to go talk to them about the tragedy. You had your own already, and it was enough for you.
“Your uncle looks scary on this photo.” Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you picked it up, reading the message from April, your best friend - your only friend, to be completely honest. “Like he’s straight out of those serial killer documentaries.”
“April, come on."
"what, I'm serious lol"
"Maybe he’s not your sunshine guy, but he’s the only one who stayed with me after all that happened."
"And he is NOT my uncle!”
“sorry girl just wanted to cheer you up”
You smiled at the text, missing Bucky’s gaze as he came closer to you.
“Who’s that?” He asked, and you raised your eyes at him, immediately getting back to your grim state.
“April. She saw the photo I sent her.” Explaining quietly, you tried pretending you were happy, stretching your lips in a thin smile and thinking whether Bucky could feel it. “She’s checking on how we are here.”
“Good.”
With that he left to bathroom, leaving you on your knees scrubbing the floor. He was bad at cleaning - really bad, missing tons of dirty spots to the point it felt like he didn’t clean anything at all. That was why you preferred doing it yourself. Besides, it was him who paid for the room and food despite you trying to share the expenses, so you felt obliged to him.
Bucky certainly wasn’t the most talkative or friendly type, but he still cared about you, supporting you the way he could. Even if he was way older than you, and a part of you still didn’t feel very comfortable around him, Bucky was the only one by your side. He agreed living with you when most of your relatives had little interest in staying even for a few days longer, leaving you all alone. He helped you with all the legal stuff you knew nothing about, never having to deal with these issues before. He gave you a drive to your university campus every morning and called you every time when you were supposed to come home, probably afraid you’d do something to yourself. That was what you thought, at least.
He was a good man. Maybe a little gruff, seemingly unfriendly, intimidating even, but still better then all those who promised to look after you and then vanished.
“I’m going to go for a walk.” Bucky said after leaving bathroom and putting his sneakers on. “Will you be okay by yourself?”
You felt shame bubbling up inside you at his words. He still thought you might be suicidal.
“Of course. I’ll be waiting here.”
With that he nodded and left you alone with a bright pack of Lysol and dirty doormat on the floor. Sighing, you felt relieved, finally staying all by yourself in the grim silence of the room. It wasn’t that bad. You weren’t stuck together somewhere in the desert with no food and shelter. Tomorrow morning you’d be able to return home from that little improvised vacation Bucky organized purely for you, staying in a cabin close to the beautiful lake in the woods. It wasn’t his fault you were spending your birthday like this, scrubbing the floor clean and wiping the dust from shelves and nightstands instead of celebrating somewhere in the club with April, drinking fancy cocktails.
In half an hour you finished the clean up and had a shower, changing into your funny pink pajamas - you knew your looked pathetic in it, considering how old it was, but it was one of the things that made you feel safe. Anyway, Bucky didn’t care about the way you looked, so you simply wore whatever you found comfortable, often looking like a kid who was too big to fit into their old clothes.
“Whatcha doin??” A message popped up on the screen as you checked your phone again.
“Gonna go to sleep, I guess. I didn’t sleep well yesterday again.”
“i have a gooood recipe for a nice 8-hour sleep”
“Really? What’s that?”
Instead of answering you clearly, she sent you a link. To your horror, instead of checking the name first you simply clicked on it and found out April sent you some porno. Groaning, you quickly turned it off, afraid somebody gonna hear it - the walls here were out of paper, you could swear.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” You typed furiously. “Are you mad?”
“come on, what are we, holy virgins?? Ima telling you, this thing works! Just try it, you’ll be sleeping after this in no time!”
“April, even if I’m gonna believe this crap, Bucky just went for a walk. I have no clue when he’s going to come back. Do you really think I’m ready to do this when he’s around?”
“damn girl just don’t put earphones, cover yourself with a blanket and sit facing the door.” You could literally see her rolling her eyes at you. “you’re a grown up, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. When you hear the man coming, just turn it off!”
Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you muted your phone and carefully opened the link again, trying to understand what kind of porno she sent you exactly. Apparently, it was that daddy thing she kept telling you about - you read the name of the video, and your face grew unbearably hot in a second. Damn, this girl had no shame whatsoever.
But maybe she was right: you needed to release some tension that had been building up over the last months. It was quite an innocent way to do it, really, and you’d be careful enough to do it before Bucky came back, finding anything suspicious. You were a human being, after all! There was nothing nasty in what you were going to do, you tried assuring yourself.
“I’m gonna regret it.”
“NO GIRL YOU WON’T! Treat yourself!!”
Laughing, you quickly dropped your phone on your bed, taking a tablet out of your backpack along with a pair of pink socks - you couldn’t explain it, but your feet were always getting cold while you pleasured yourself. Getting comfortable on your bed and wrapping a comforter around yourself, you opened your tablet, setting the volume level low and finding that link April sent you. You threw a quick glance to the door, prepared to switch the tablet off any second if Bucky was going to show up. Shoot, were you doing it for real? Yes, yes you were.
Opening the video, you bit down on your lower lip, a little ashamed still. Trying to get these thoughts out of your head, you concentrated on what was happening in the video, watching a girl sitting on the lap of a beefy bearded man stroking her ass. He was speaking to her softly, but in a very low, husky voice, and you realized it was getting warm in between your thighs. You closed your eyes, listening to the voice that, along with a sound of him slapping the girl, was making you aroused way more than the picture itself.
"Have you been good, princess?" The man whispered, and you could see the smug grin on his face even with your eyes closed.
Yes, you have, you thought, your hand slowly trailling down your belly and touching the elastic of your cotton panties.
Fuck, you heard the sound of one more slap and bit your lip again, imagining it was you he spanked, caressing your raw, hot skin with his calloused palm, his fingers digging in your soft flesh when you tried moving away, quietly squirming from his touch. You were a good girl for him. You'd do what your daddy told you, baring your ass in front of him and getting back on his lap, moving on top of him, making him feel you through the fabric of his pants until you ruined them. Would daddy be happy if you rode him, moaning like some dirty slut until he shut you with his mouth? Would he like you cumming on his cock with your eyes rolling inside your skull out of immense pleasure?
With your fingers on your clit, you gently stroked that bundle of nerves, getting more and more wet until you soaked your panties, listening to the voice of that man and imagining being with your own daddy, somebody who would take care of you, somebody who would never leave you alone and comfort you when you needed it the most. Oh, were you crying, thinking of it? You could feel your eyes growing wet as you softly moaned. You imagined the man touching your hair and kissing your forehead, and tears were now streaming down your cheeks.
You were pathetic, you thought. You couldn't even pleasure yourself while watching porno anymore.
Softly sobbing, you kept listening to the video, touching your sleek folds and missing the shadow that descended upon you - you couldn't see the stranger behind the window, watching you sitting there on your bed with a tablet in front of you, seeing the video clearly. Maybe Bucky couldn't hear it from the outside, but he knew it - he saw it a couple of weeks ago when he felt a little lonely.
You almost cummed when you heard the steps right outside the door, inmediately hitting the screen to stop the video and hiding your tablet beneath the comforter. You didn't figure out anything better than pretending you were already asleep, aside from the fact it was barely seven.
Covering your head, you prayed Bucky didn't see anything suspicious, mentally cursing April for sending you the link. Shit, you knew this wasn't going to end well! Why on Earth did you even tried something as reckless and stupid as this when Bucky could show up any minute?
"I know you're not sleeping."
His voice sounded so much closer than you anticipated that you almost flinched, holding your breath for a couple of seconds. Fuck, did he know? Did he hear you? Could he see the tablet beneath your blanket?
You stilled, still pretending you were sleeping when Bucky landed close to you, the bed dipping under him. When he suddenly touched your leg, making you flinch involuntarily, you clamped a hand around your mouth. Shit! What was he doing? He had never ever touched you like that before. Was he mad? Did he-
"You can stop pretending, little one." As Bucky lifted your comforter, you stared at him, terrified to the core with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Immediately, you tried moving away, determined to get to the other side of the room, but he quickly held you down with his hands on your wrists, getting on top of you. Shit. Staring at his dark but calm expression, you saw a strange glint in his eyes that had never been there before. The thought made you shiver.
Something was wrong with the way he hold you, looked at you - it was not like before when he treated you like some sad kid, patting your head awkwardly when you cried and rarely giving you a hug. You were staring at the man who barely reminded you of Bucky who had been coming to your house to watch a hockey game late in the evening. This man seemed like a stranger.
"Please, Mr. Barnes-"
"Shhhh." He interrupted your pleading, leaning closer to you so his dark hair brushed against your face. "Don't be scared. It's alright."
No, no, it wasn't alright in any sense, and you kept struggling, doing your best to break free from his grasp until Bucky made you yelp from pain, grabbing your hands so hard you thought you'd have bruises. When you got silent, trembling beneath him with your eyes full of tears, he got closer, his forehead touching yours as he exhaled into your face.
“P-please, I don’t want to.”
“Don’t you? I’ve seen what you’ve been doing while I was gone.” His stormy grey eyes bore into you, and you thought Bucky was angry at you watching that filthy porno. “But I won’t punish you.”
“What do you want then?” You sobbed, then froze when he kissed your cheek, and then your nose and eyelids, his chapped lips brushing softly against your skin. His touch felt warm.
“To take care of you.”
You looked at him with your watery eyes, whimpering softly when Bucky kissed your forehead as you relaxed beneath him, shocked at his words. Take care of you? What did he mean by that? Wasn’t he taking care of you already? No, now you knew why Bucky was close, and he definitely wasn’t some good Samaritan you imagined him to be. Was it all for this? Did he pretend to be your friend just to let you lower your guard?
Crying, you closed your eyes, thinking how silly you were wanting someone to be by your side, having dreams about someone taking care of you, comforting you when even the one you thought was there for you just wanted to use a silly little girl and throw her away.
“Take what you want and go.” You managed to mumble, choking on a sob. “Just leave me alone.”
Bucky raised his brows, his gaze heavy as he stared at your face wet with tears. “Why would I? Didn’t you hear what I just said, little one?”
You gave him a sarcastic smile, avoiding looking him in the eyes. “You’re here because you want to take something from me. So, take it and go. Please!”
Bucky let out a loud breath, getting off you and rolling to the side, but holding you close and pressing your face into his chest. You could feel a subtle smell of sweat coming from him; strangely, it was almost comforting. Anyway, you had no strength left to fight him, so you just laid there, his hands on your back and in your hair. His black zipped hoodie was quickly getting wet with you still sobbing quietly.
“I’m not going anywhere, little girl.” He whispered, touching the top of your head with his lips. “You’re mine to take care off. Look at you, barely able to sleep on your own. How do you think you will manage without me?”
You didn’t answer, not knowing what to say. What Bucky told you was true - you barely existed outside of your house, facing the reality where you were always alone. April was trying her best to help you come to your senses, but she wasn’t family. You needed a family.
“Will you stay?” You whimpered, shaking lightly at the though Bucky would go, too, and you would end up all by yourself, talking to four walls until one day they would talk to you, too.
“Remember your birthday wish?” He asked instead of answering your question, and you felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. But before you had time to said something, Bucky dropped a kiss to your forehead again, caressing your head tenderly. “I am your family, little one. You will never be alone.”
______________________
Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki @helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin @abyssaint @heeeyitskay @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @navegandoaciegas @rosalynshields @brattycherubwrites @sllooney @angrythingstarlight @lookiamtrying @buckysbunny @soleil-dor @stargazingfangirl18 @dillybuggg @ninefuckingoneone @iheartsebastianstan @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters
#dark bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#bucky x reader#dark bucky x reader#winter soldier#mcu#mcu fanfiction#marvel#catws#yandere#requests#bucky barnes x reader
574 notes
·
View notes
Text
Love Drunk
Happy almost Valentine’s Day! Here’s a long, annoyingly fluffy Upstead one-shot inspired by the song Afterglow by Ed Sheeran. Written for the “Upstead Valentine's Love Songs Challenge” on @upsteadofficial. Enjoy!
Hailey slumped back in her chair, rubbing at her face and never feeling so thankful that it was a Friday. The past week had been long to say the least and Intelligence had been hammered with case after case. But finally their work week was over and she was about to go home. She glanced over to Jay’s desk, only to find him already looking her way with a soft smile spread across his mouth.
“What?”
She mouthed quietly, squinting her eyes at him when his smile increased. He shrugged and shook his head before shutting down his computer and standing to stretch. They made their way into the locker room and found Kim and Adam exchanging a playful banter over the fact it was Valentine’s Day this weekend. Hailey rolled her eyes, laughing when Adam made a comment about the discount candy he’d be buying on Monday. Every time she looked Jay’s way she caught him looking at her, an almost mischievous look behind his eyes.
Finally they made it out to his truck, Hailey jogging to get out of the freezing wind and letting out a sigh of relief when she was tucked into the warmth of his cab. Jay climbed into the drivers side, sending her another grin as he pulled them out of the lot.
“You’re up to something.”
She stated, eyes boring into him. He shrugged again, reaching to adjust the heat and giving her a wink.
“Can you make sure my bag is back there?”
Jay asked, motioning towards the back seat. It wasn’t an odd request, seeing as they usually packed a bag to stay at the others house on the weekends. But when Hailey turned to look into the back seat she spotted not only Jay’s but hers as well. She shifted back around and stared at the side of his face.
“It is. And it would appear mine is as well.”
She watched his mouth creep up into a grin again and he sent her another wink.
“Huh...weird.”
He shrugged again and she playfully smacked his shoulder.
“Why is my bag in the back Jay?”
She pushed when he wasn’t going to answer.
“Well, it’s your overnight bag.”
He stated simply, turning them into the parking lot of Portillo’s to grab them some dinner.
“Yes, thank you. But why do I need it?”
She tried to sound annoyed but really her tone was light and held a hint of excitement.
“Because you’re staying somewhere overnight.”
He grinned her way once more before pulling up and ordering their usual.
“Somewhere? So not your place?”
Hailey angled in her seat to fully face him now, becoming more curious by the second as to what he might have planned.
“Not my apartment…”
Jay paid and passed the bag of food her way, then pulled into a spot for them to eat.
“So where?”
Hailey asked, handing out the meals. Jay chuckled her way and she rolled her eyes in response.
“You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”
It was Hailey’s turn to chuckle as she shook her head at him.
“Just trying to catch up.”
She shrugged, opening her sandwich wrapper.
“How about… you just enjoy the surprise.”
He kissed her mid sentence and she smiled into him before he pulled away. Hailey gave him a hesitant nod and they settled into eating. Once Jay was done he pulled them back out of the lot and pointed them in the direction of the expressway, only peaking Hailey’s curiosity more but she did her best to keep quiet. Jay turned on the radio after a while and Hailey settled back into her seat, letting the soft lyrics of Ed Sheeran fill her ears as the lights of the city began to fade from view. After a while she felt her eyes getting heavy and rested her head on her hand, propping it up against the window. Jay’s hand reached over and took her free one, tracing lazy circles over the back of her hand and the gentle touch lulled her to sleep.
Hailey woke when the truck came to a halt. Rubbing her eyes she glanced at the clock on the dash and felt disoriented when it read just after 10pm. Jay’s hand squeezed hers and she looked his way before letting her eyes finally take in the sight before them. They were parked in front of a cabin, seemingly in the middle of the woods, with a string of white Christmas lights illuminating a covered porch. Her gaze drifted back to Jays and she smiled back at him when she saw him grinning her way.
“Come on…”
He nodded and jumped out of the truck. Hailey climbed out of her side and met him at the front of the truck. Jay came to stand behind her as she took in the small house, unable to contain her smile at the almost magical sight before her. His hands rested on her hips and he placed a kiss on top of her head. Hailey leaned back into his touch, placing her hands over his as they wrapped around to her abdomen.
“Jay…”
She couldn’t finish, still in awe over his surprise. She assumed this was his family's cabin, something she had heard about once but never seen.
“I know it’s kinda cheesy, but I wanted to do something nice for you for Valentine’s Day and you don’t seem like the candy and teddy bear type.”
She laughed against him, squeezing his hands in hers. She definitely wasn’t that type. But this? This was perfect.
“Are we here all weekend?”
Hailey turned in his arms to face him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she spoke.
“If that’s okay with you.”
He smiled, looking relieved that she was appearing to like his surprise.
“The whole weekend, just us...no interruptions?”
Her voice dipped lower as she spoke and his eyes darkened in response. Hailey stretched up onto her tiptoes to give him a kiss and his arms pulled her in tighter to deepen it. They stayed locked together for a moment, letting their lips dance together in a slow pace, before Hailey pulled back to look up at him.
“Can I see the inside?”
She bit her lower lip, grinning when he moaned a little at the sight. He took her hand in his and led her up to the steps of the cabin. Snow was starting to fall around them and the sight of it under the glow of the string lights was beautiful.
Inside the cabin, Hailey found herself awestruck once again at the beautiful simplicity laid out before her. Worn down furniture, an old handmade quilt draped over the back of the couch and a brick fireplace that was screaming to hold a crackling fire. She turned to face Jay and pulled him into another slow kiss. When they separated, he pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes beaming with happiness.
“Thank you.”
She whispered against his lips before placing a quick kiss against them and then pulling away.
“For what?”
He asked, following after her as she trailed around the small room.
“For this surprise. It’s perfect.”
She grinned his way as she went on to explore the tiny kitchen, just enough room to cook a meal and perfect for her and Jay.
“You’re perfect.”
He sent her a cheesy grin when she rolled her eyes at him. Jay stepped back out to grab their bags from the truck and tossed them onto the dining table when he returned.
“How about you take these to the bedroom and then take a hot shower and I’ll start a fire.”
Hailey quirked an eyebrow at him, trying to picture Jay bent over the fireplace. It was almost something she wanted to stay and witness but instead she gave him a nod and took the bags down the hall. For such a small, simple cabin Hailey was surprised when she stepped into the bathroom to find it completely remodeled, huge walk in shower and a soaker tub big enough for two included. She located some towels stacked in a closet and then turned the water of the shower on, quickly undressing and then stepping into the hot stream. Her body began to melt instantly and she was pretty sure she could happily stay in here for the rest of the weekend.
She half expected Jay to join her but when he hadn’t appeared by the time she was done, she shut the water off and wrapped a towel around herself. Padding into the bedroom, Hailey smiled when she noticed what appeared to be another handmade quilt laid over the bed. She rummaged through her bag in search of pajamas but came up empty handed.
“Hey Jay, did you pack me some of my sleep clothes?”
She called, jumping slightly when his response came from the doorway of the room.
“No.”
He smiled, making his way across the room and digging into his own bag.
“I packed you mine.”
Hailey couldn’t help but grin up at him because it was usually his shirts she was sleeping in anyway. Once dressed, she followed him back out into the living room and they settled onto the couch together. Jay leaned back into one corner and Hailey tucked herself into the side of his body, letting his arm pull her in closer. They stayed silent for a while, just enjoying the crackle of the fire.
“I gotta be honest, fire starting isn’t a skill I pictured you having.”
Hailey teased, dancing her fingers up and down his chest. He scoffed underneath her, causing her to chuckle.
“I’ll have you know, starting fires is something I’m very good at. It being in the fireplace is just an added bonus.”
Hailey laughed against him, resting her head against his chest and letting her eyes flutter close when he kissed the top of her head.
“This really is perfect.”
She said after a while, feeling herself completely relaxed now.
“We’ll have to run into town in the morning for some groceries. I didn’t want to wake you up until we got here. But the town is kinda cool so we can walk around a bit if you want.”
Hailey tilted her head up to look at him, smirking when he met her eyes.
“Building fires and grocery shopping. I’m learning all sorts of things about you now.”
He scoffed again and rolled his eyes down at her.
“Come on, you gotta give me some credit…”
He tried to give her an annoyed look but it fell flat when she smiled up at him.
“I’m just saying, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go shopping. Any other hidden talents you want to share with me?”
Hailey’s voice lowered as she finished speaking and she watched as Jay’s eyes darkened, immediately picking up on her train of thought. Without saying another word he shifted them on the couch and then scooped her up, carrying her down the hall and into the bedroom as she squealed with the sudden movement.
****
When Hailey rolled over she noticed she was alone in the bed. After a quick stretch she climbed out of bed and pulled her discarded shirt on from the night before. She found Jay in the kitchen, standing over the small stove and cooking what smelled like bacon and eggs. She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso and pressing a kiss into his shoulder blade.
“Morning.”
She whispered sleepily against him before going to perch herself on the counter by the kitchen window. Jay turned around, handing her a cup of coffee that she happily accepted. He stepped back towards the stove but his eyes were locked on her, watching as she sipped from the mug. Hailey felt her cheeks blush under his intense stare. He walked back over towards her, reaching up and tucking a loss strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes tracing all over her face.
“What?”
She questioned, darting her eyes down towards her mug, suddenly feeling self conscious. Jay placed his fingers under her chin, tilting her head back up to look at him.
“You’re beautiful.”
He gave her a quick kiss and then went back to finishing their breakfast. Once they ate, Hailey found herself staring out the window above the sink as she cleaned up the dishes. The sight of freshly fallen snow against the forest backdrop was truly breathtaking. Jay came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against her shoulder. She grabbed the towel and dried her hands before turning in his embrace and sliding her arms up around his shoulders. They kissed slowly, both content with a lazy pace as they had no fear of being interrupted. Eventually though, Hailey trailed her hands down his bare chest and into the waistband of his grey sweatpants, escalating the moment into something more.
Sometime later, Hailey was once again laying in bed but this time Jay was with her. His fingers trailed patterns over her bare back and her eyes were closed, just enjoying the touch. Her stomach let out a tiny growl and she felt Jay laugh beside her.
“Hungry?”
Hailey grumbled into the crook of her arm before replying.
“A little. But we just ate…”
Jay laughed again and she picked her head up to shoot him a look.
“Well...in one context, yeah. But breakfast was a while ago.”
Hailey smacked his chest, shaking her head at him as she hauled herself out of the bed. She made her way over to where their bags were and pulled out some clothes.
“As fun as it would be to lay here all day and listen to your amazing jokes...I really am hungry. For food. And I believe I was promised a Jay Halstead shopping trip last night.”
She pulled on some jeans and a blue flannel button up as she watched him get out of bed and dig his own clothes out. Once they were both dressed and her hair was pulled into a ponytail, they made their way outside and scrambled into his truck.
The drive into town was surprisingly short. Hailey felt like they were in their own little world so to realize that they weren’t actually that far from civilization made her chuckle. The town itself was quaint to say the least, with a few stores littered here and there and only one stoplight hanging in the middle of it all. Jay pulled them into the parking lot and Hailey jumped out, eager to see what shopping with Jay was actually like. He picked up on her excitement, playfully rolling his eyes as they made their way into the building. She decided to let Jay push the cart and he followed along after her as she trailed up and down the isles. Hailey had made a loose mental shopping list on the way and plucked the things they needed off the shelves, tossing them into the cart as Jay pushed along behind her. She turned to add a few things to the cart and caught him picking up a box of fruit snacks, giving her a sheepish look before letting them fall in with the rest. They wandered up and down the rest of the isles before Hailey decided they had everything they needed. Jay took a quick detour down one of the isles and returned with a box of hot chocolate. She raised an eyebrow at him but he simply winked in return before they headed to checkout.
“So, was shopping with me everything you had hoped for and more?”
Jay teased once they were back in the truck. Hailey shook her head at him, letting out a chuckle and refusing to answer. The whole shopping trip had felt oddly domestic, something she wasn’t quite used to with him yet but something she had enjoyed every minute of. Jay drove them down the main street, pointing out the little shops here and there. He nodded towards a tiny diner, the only restaurant in town and his eyes shined with fondness.
“We’ll come get lunch here tomorrow before we leave. My mom used to take Will and I there every time we came up. They have the best pancakes.”
Hailey glanced at the diner before looking back at him, smiling at him inadvertently sharing something about his childhood. Fond memories weren’t something either of them seemed to have many of but she was happy he held onto some good things from his past.
“Pancakes for lunch?”
She teased, breaking the silence they had fallen into and pulling Jay back into the moment.
“Well, I have zero intentions of getting out of bed early tomorrow and they serve breakfast all day.”
He sent her a wink and then pointed them back towards the cabin.
As Jay hauled their few bags of groceries in, Hailey found herself wandering around the back of the cabin looking around in awe at the scene laid out before her. It truly was a little piece of paradise, their own little corner of the world. She pictured a younger Jay and Will running around the yard playing and felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. Lost in thought, Hailey jumped when Jay came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s pretty great, isn’t it..”
Jay stated, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. She leaned back into his embrace, nodding against his chest.
“Did you come here a lot growing up?”
She felt Jay let out a slow breath behind her before he answered.
“Yeah, we’d come up a few times a year. I’ll bring you back in the summertime. There’s a little pond over there that’s perfect for fishing.”
Hailey smiled and turned in his arms to look up at him, her arms finding their place around his shoulders.
“You fish?”
Jay’s head fell back slightly as he chuckled and when he looked back down there was a playful glint in his eyes.
“I’m just full of surprises. It’s almost like you haven’t known me for all these years.”
His tone was teasing and Hailey smirked up at him before darting her eyes back down.
“Yeah well...this is kinda different.”
Jay tilted her head back up so she met his eyes, a quizzical look on his face.
“How so?”
Hailey played with the buttons of his shirt, feeling suddenly embarrassed by the conversation. Not that she really had reason too, but the last two days with Jay had her mind wandering to the future and it was something new for her and it left her a little uncomfortable.
“Just...us. I don’t know. We don’t get time alone like this, it’s nice.”
Jay dipped his head down to look at her, giving her a small smile.
“She says with uncertainty.”
He spoke in a light tone but she could tell there was some unvoiced worry under his words.
“I love you Jay.”
She wasn’t sure what made her say it so suddenly. It wasn’t the first time they had said it, but as the words left her mouth she felt something inside of her shift and she knew then that he was the one. The one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, to wake up every morning with and go to sleep next to every night. She glanced back out into the yard and suddenly it wasn’t a childhood version of Will and Jay running around but her own children, their children. The thought overwhelmed her and she felt tears gather in her eyes. Jay cupped her face between his hands, kissing her forehead and lingering there before pulling back to meet her eyes, letting her know he understood exactly what she was thinking and feeling without her needing to say another word.
“I love you too Hailey.”
Hailey pulled him down into a kiss, smiling against his mouth as his strong arms wrapped around her. They stood like that, frozen in time and completely lost in each other, until Hailey felt huge clumps of snow hitting her head. She pulled back, smiling up at him again as more snowflakes danced around them. Jay took her hand, leading her back towards the cabin. They made it about halfway before Hailey had an idea, dropping Jay’s hand and quickly bending to scoop up some snow. Jay sent her a warning look but was unable to control the smile from reaching his eyes when she chucked the ball of snow in his direction, hitting him squarely in the chest.
The only sound was their crunching boots in the snow, mixed with squeals and laughter as they battled it out, tossing snow back and forth until they were both soaked and freezing. Eventually Jay conceded, holding his hands up in surrender and making her send him a smug look. They hurried into the cabin, pulling their soaked clothes off and draping them by the fireplace. Hailey headed down the hall, intending to take a hot shower to warm up but Jay scooped her up from behind and raced her down the rest of the hall, tossing her onto the bed and immediately hovering over her as their lips melded together once again.
When Hailey and Jay re-emerged from the bedroom darkness was falling outside. Hailey glanced out the window and was surprised to see how much snow had accumulated over the last few hours. Jay was in the kitchen, turning the radio on and letting it play softly as he pulled out the stuff for dinner. Hailey joined him, working beside him to chop up the produce and then making her way to the stove. They worked around the kitchen like it was the most natural thing and Hailey found a smile on her face that seemed to be a permanent feature now. They leaned against the counter, waiting for dinner to finish cooking and Hailey heard a song playing on the radio she recognized as something by Iron & Wine. Jay came to stand before her, taking her hands and surprising her when he pulled her away from the counter and started moving them together in a slow rhythm.
“And now we’re dancing?”
Hailey grinned up at him, shaking her head playfully.
“And now we’re dancing.”
Jay replied, tucking her head under his chin. Hailey let her head rest against his chest and her eyes wandered to the kitchen window. She could see the snow coming down hard as they swayed back and forth. She listened to the soft music and the steady beating of his chest, feeling that no matter what was going on in the world around them that she would be okay as long as he was here with her. Whether they were tucked into this little nook of the world or back in Chicago, it didn’t matter as long as Jay was by her side. Jay was the reward for everything she had gone through in the past, the breath of fresh air when she felt like she was suffocating, the light at the end of the tunnel, and the safe place to come home to when nothing else was right. Jay was home.
114 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just You (1)
JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)
MASTERLIST
word count: 3.1k
summary: A new girl moves to OBX and a love triangle ensues. Your usual yearning, fluff writing :)
a/n: gosh, it has been too long. university has me swamped but since it’s the holiday break, i will try and update as much as i can. as of rn my other fic, sweeter, is on hold, while i try to write more and get back into the groove of things :) love y’all <3
~
Many people do not care to know the difference between new and old money. To the working class, new and old money were relatively the same. To some extent, that was true. People that had either new or old money were rich nonetheless but when you grew up rich like Rafe Cameron did, the difference was all that mattered.
The main difference was how the money was procured. Old money was passed down. No one from old money had to work since they were born rich. Their manners were taught at a young age. New money meant that they had worked for what they had. At some point, they were not rich and now they were. They were not as defined and they had to be taught, at an older age, how to act. Rafe’s mother used to say you could see who was from old and new money from their ties. If it was a man, their ties would be neutral colours, nothing flashy. People from new money usually had something to prove and so they would buy extravagant things. For women, it was their heels. Women from old money had small heels that were polished as well. Women from new money had tall heels and they had never learned that they should polish the heel along with the shoe.
Growing up as someone from old money, Rafe had normalized that there was a divide between the rich people in Figure 8. Of course, there was a divide between the Pogues and the Kooks but that divide was course and palpable. This divide was subdued and rarely ever spoken about. Kooks that came from old money lived on the west side of Figure 8 while the Kooks from new money resided on the east. This unspoken rule proved to be useful since the two groups of rich snobs never liked to speak to each other anyways. This rule had been in place years before Rafe was even born and he had thought it would still be there even after he died. That is, until Y/N moved in down the street.
It was at the beginning of June when she moved in. The first sign that things would end terribly was when her family pulled into the parking lot. Her mother drove a beat up blue Camaro while her father trailed behind in a black motorcycle. Most people that lived on the west side of the island didn’t have flashy cars but they were well maintained and not so loud. Everyone knew they were from new money before they even exited their cars. And when they did, it was confirmed these people had just become wealthy.
Rafe’s family, like most on the street, watched from their windows as a tall, burly man with a long black beard and sunglasses opened the truck of his wife’s car and carried two large bags in the door. His two sons, both similar in size and features, followed after him. They carried two pink suitcases inside as the man’s daughter and wife stayed outside to open their garage.
Rafe’s eyes glanced over their house. It was one of the bigger houses on the block but it looked more like a huge cottage than anything else. His mind went to the thought of hippies invading their neighbourhood. He gulped. If they were some type of laid back, motorcycling hippies, he’d go crazy for sure. He knew Sarah would love them though; she always complained about how boring their neighbourhood was. But boring meant normal and that’s what Rafe wanted.
As his mother gossiped on the phone, Rafe watched the mother and the daughter laugh together. The mother looked like a hippie. Her hair was tied up on the top of her head and it had clearly not been brushed. She wore a light green skirt that reached to her ankles which then led to the flip flops that she wore. A white t-shirt was tucked into her skirt and she had big bracelets of all different colours dangling off her wrists. The daughter’s style was similar to her mother’s. She wore pink bootcut jeans and a white crop top, black chunky platform boots pulling the look together. Her hair was different from her mothers and was let down to blow in the breeze. They all looked like polar opposites from everyone else living in Figure 8.
At first, Rafe could care less about the girl or her family across the street. Granted, he would religiously watch through the window for when she would come outside to ride her bike around the neighbourhood with her brothers, and yes, he would sometimes wait until she was outside for him to take out the trash but he didn’t like her. If anything, it was the opposite. Rafe was too good for her. At least, that’s what he led himself to believe.
The first time he spoke to her was two weeks after she moved in. His mother had told him to stay away from Y/N’s family and Rafe had done an amazing job at doing so. Unfortunately, that all stopped when he had to pick Sarah up from school. She had thrown up in the middle of one of her classes and since both his mother and father were at work, the responsibility was on Rafe to pick Sarah up and make sure she was okay. Although reluctant to go back to his old highschool, Rafe knew he’d be in trouble if he was late in picking up his sister. When he entered the school's administration office, he finally came face to face with the girl he had been watching for two weeks now. Except, her back was turned to him as she argued with the secretary.
“That’s what you call a vegetarian dish?” Y/N raised her voice, not particularly enjoying being ignored by the school administration. When she first had come to this school, she had checked off on her form that she needed vegetarian dishes for lunch. Now, everyday since she had come, they had served her horribly chopped up lettuce with vinegar.
“Miss -” Ms. Buzden said, placing her phone on hold. It was the student’s lunch break so she usually called her sister during this time but Y/N was keeping her from doing so.
“Y/N.” Y/N smiled, finally happy she had caught the woman’s attention.
Ms. Buzden rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. “Y/N, dear, if you have a problem with lunch, please take it up with the lunch ladies.”
Y/N sighed, leaning against the secretary’s desk. “I tried to, Beth, but she told me to come here. I will not be ignored.”
Rafe was almost as surprised as Ms. Buzden was when Y/N used her first name. As he stood behind Y/N, waiting for his turn to ask where Sarah was so he could sign her out, he watched in slight amusement at the fact she was nonchalantly complaining to the secretary.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you dear.” Ms. Buzden forced a smile, finally looking over Y/N’s shoulder to Rafe. “Rafe, sweetie, you’re here to sign out Sarah?”
Rafe hesitated for a moment, knowing Y/N’s eyes were on his. He felt as if an imaginary spotlight had shown on him for a solo and he had forgotten the words. His eyes glanced toward Y/N for a moment but it did not help his stage fright. Her beautiful eyes were squinting in his direction and for a moment he thought he would faint underneath her stare. His eyes quickly returned to the secretary’s and nodded quickly. In an embarrassing turn of events, Y/N spoke before Rafe did.
“Hey, I know you.” Y/N’s bracelets clang together as she lifts her hand up and points at Rafe. “You’re my neighbour. You’re always watching me through your window.”
As the secretary busies herself with printing the paperwork, Rafe busies himself by stuttering and gasping for breath at the accusation she had just posed. In an attempt to save himself from anymore embarrassment, Rafe tries and fails at coming up with a good excuse. Instead, he denies the accusation entirely.
“I do not watch you.” Rafe stubbornly blubbers out. He’s trying not to seem so embarrassed but she’s caught him so off guard that there’s nothing else he can do.
Y/N snickers, watching the poor boy stumble on every word. For someone older than her, he was not very mature. “No, you’re right. Watching would imply a causal aspect to the activity. More like you stalk me.”
This time, Rafe boiled over with anger. How dare this girl accuse him of stalking her? Rafe did not chase after any girl, no matter how attractive she was. “That’s a bit arrogant, isn’t it? To think everyone’s eyes are on you?”
Y/N continued to smile, unbothered by Rafe’s obvious rudeness. She shrugs, looking back to the secretary for a moment and grabbing her terrible vegetarian lunch before looking back to Rafe. “Not everyone’s. Just yours.”
And with that, she leaves the office. And Rafe knows he is screwed, because he just met the love of his life.
~
JJ Maybank shared almost everything with his friends. Emphasis on almost. They had always relied on him to be the funny one. To always goof around and take nothing seriously. So, when his dad first started beating after his mother left, he said nothing. He felt it was an unnecessary burden to put on the people that truly loved him. Eventually, the bruises and scars were too overwhelming to keep a secret anymore and he began to confess all his issues to his friends. But even then, as JJ tried to open up to the people he cared the most about, there was one thing he could never share.
He was scared of love.
Not just any love, but specifically romantic love. Every time he felt himself begin to develop deep feelings for anyone, he soon backpedaled and left them hanging. It was too scary to give himself to anyone. It would be a lie if he said it had nothing to do with his mother leaving. He had always believed that there was no love greater than his parents when he was growing up and when his mother left, it shattered him. Of course, he never blamed her for leaving considering how abusive his dad was but it killed JJ to know she did not want him to come with her. He had begun to believe that she didn’t think he was important to bring along. He believed that if she truly loved him, she wouldn’t leave without him. That’s what scared him the most; the fact that someone can change their mind about love so quickly.
So, JJ ran at the first sign of love. And he never shared this with anyone. Until that day.
In early June, when Y/N had first moved to OBX, there was a Start of Summer Fair. Right after classes ended on the last day of school, people in the community organized a fair for everyone who was excited for the summer to start. It was exactly two weeks after Y/N had moved in. Exactly two hours after she spoke to Rafe. Funny how the world works.
Behind the fair, there was a small lake where rarely anyone ventured. It was usually muddy and no one in their right mind would go swimming there. With that being said, JJ wanted to go swimming there. He had spent a solid hour with his friends at the fair before becoming exhausted. It wasn’t so much that his friends were exhausting him but a girl named Anna was. He had gone out with her once and had never called her back (as per usual) but she had not picked up on the hidden messages JJ had given her. Instead, she followed him around during his entire time at the fair like a little lost puppy dog. Just as she announced she was going to the bathroom, JJ had almost died from boredom. Thankfully, her going to the bathroom let JJ slip away from his friends and sneak away from Anna.
“What do you want us to tell her?” Kie asked, watching as her best friend was breaking off from the group.
JJ shrugged, not possibly being able to care less. “I don’t care. For all I care, tell her I died.” A bit harsh, yes, but that’s how JJ operated. Abandon them before they abandon you.
The idea to hide near the lake hit him as soon as he left his friends. No one went back there, not if they wanted an infection. Although slightly disgusting, if that was what he had to do to get away and have a moment of peace, he would make that sacrifice. Unfortunately, he found no peace because the second the lake came into view between two thick trees, JJ saw a girl in the water. At first, he was going to leave, maybe even shout a quick joke her way for getting in the dirty water. But when he saw what she was doing, he became curious and couldn’t help but venture forward and investigate.
Y/N, too invested in what she was currently doing, did not see JJ approaching at first. Daisies had begun to grow around the lake, which was already odd on it’s own, but some of them floated on the surface level of the lake. Y/N thought a bunch of Daisies would be a good surprise for her mother so, in an effort to be thoughtful, she emerged herself, from the waist down, into the water. She was not afraid of the muddy water staining her white dress (she had worse stains on her clothes), even excited to show her mother the lengths she went to to get the Daisies. So, with one hand, she held onto a wicker basket full of Daisies and with the other hand, she grabbed a hold of the daisies in the water.
JJ watched in complete and utter fascination as this girl who he did not recognize, fearlessly went into the lake and plucked some Daisies to put in her basket. She almost didn’t even look real. He blinked quickly to make sure she was even actually there. When he opened his eyes and she was still there, he was glad he hadn’t imagined her.
Finally, Y/N sensed a presence that was not her own. Quickly turning to her right, she made eye contact with JJ and her face softened. He was the least threatening person she’d ever seen and something about him made her heartbeat pick up.
She brushed this feeling off and instead, with a small smile on her lips, spoke confidently. “Hello stalker.”
JJ blushed, shoving his hands into his pockets and taking a few steps closer to the lake. “I’m sorry. Was just wondering what you’re doing here. No one comes here.”
“You’re here, aren’t you?” Y/N quips backs, a playfulness in her voice.
JJ thinks he might faint. “Um, well, I’m hiding.”
Y/N giggled. “Me too actually.” She grabs more daisies and puts them in her basket. She looks back up at JJ and speaks to him again. “Who are you hiding from?”
JJ gulps. He doesn’t want to scare away this girl by telling her why he’s come back here. He knows anyone else would judge him but, as he looks at her, he can see she would never judge him. “I’m hiding from a girl.”
Y/N nods, not expressing any disgust and JJ’s heart jumps for joy. “I see. Ex-lover, I presume?”
JJ shrugs. “We only went on one date.”
“Must’ve been a terrible date.” She jokes, and JJ realizes that she’s completely stopped what she’s been doing to listen to him.
JJ shakes his head, focused on her cute round cheeks. “Not really. She was nice.”
Y/N pouts. “Then why are you hiding from her?”
JJ feels as though it is too complicated to explain. And besides, how would he start? He’s never told anyone why he truly has never had a girlfriend. But something about this girl makes him trust her completely. He knows it’s the arrogance in her eyes. “I’m scared.”
Y/N nods, as if she understands him completely and he feels as though she does. “I see. You know, when I get irrationally anxious over something like this, I play the What If game.”
JJ’s brows pull together in confusion. “What?”
Y/N moves through the water and closer to the edge where JJ stands. When she arrives at the water’s edge, she reaches her hand out for JJ to grasp. He hesitates first and knows it’s because he likes her so much already and this will be the first time they will touch. The first time he’ll feel her skin against his is beside this muddy lake. Eventually, he grabs her hand and helps her out of the water and he knows, the second his hand touches hers, she’s his dream girl. His hands are on fire and he feels a pit in his stomach grow as her hand grips tighter onto him. There’s a spark and he’s sure there has never been anyone else that made him feel this way.
“The What If game,” Y/N starts, placing her basket on the ground. She starts to ring out the water from her dress but continues to keep eye contact with JJ. “is really easy. Here; tell me a fear you have about falling in love but make sure it starts with ‘what if.’”
JJ thinks for a moment. There are so many and he doesn’t know where to start. Finally, he chooses his biggest fear. “What if she leaves?”
Y/N smiles. “What if she doesn’t though? But, what if she does and then you find who you’re actually supposed to be with? The game is to just rationalize every irrational fear.”
JJ nods, a small smirk growing at the corner of his lips. “You’re not one of those girls who believes every breakup brings you closer to your soulmate?”
Y/N laughs. “Yeah, I wish. I’m not your manic pixie dream girl - wait, what's your name?”
JJ extends his hand, ready to feel her skin again. “JJ Maybank. Yours?”
Y/N smiles and shakes JJ’s hand. This should be interesting, she thinks. “It’s Y/N.”
“So, Y/N,” JJ starts, her name feeling good coming from his mouth. “If you’re not my manic pixie dream girl, then what are you?”
Y/N smiles. She was right. This is definitely going to be interesting. “I’m just yours.”
~
tagging; @tovvaa
#jj#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank outer banks#jj maybank fanfic#Outer Banks#pope outer banks#outerbanks imagine#outerbanks#obx#obx imagine#jj obx#obx rp#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe fic#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron
268 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
gloomyhearts
╰(*´︶`*)╯
jrbboyolali
J R B Jasa Resik - Resik Boyolali
anxi0usgh0st
ghostboy
moosooey
Bug guy, swag mode
neobara
naobara