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The Man Next Door
A/N: just a little something I wrote for the first time in months. Using this picture above because I’m trembling just looking at it. Would anyone be interested in a part 2?
The apartment was silent, a peaceful quiet where you could hear the birds outside, and the wind in the trees. A calm quiet, the kind that would lull you to sleep in seconds like a lullaby. You breathed a sigh of relief laying back on your couch with a plop, planning to enjoy the silence for as long as it lasted. Your eyes gently closed, your brain shuts off, your body still.
Your body jumps suddenly, a shrill sound interrupting the silence. The sound continued; and your brain finally registered the sound as your house phone ringing. You shook your head lying back down. Any important person had your cell phone number, and anyone else could simply leave a message. The ringing continued several more times and then a beep signaling the person to leave a message.
“Hi baby” a high pitched rather annoying voice cooed. “I had a lot of fun last night” her voice changed, and you assumed she was trying to be sexy. “you promised to call this morning, and I haven’t heard from you, of course, it’s only 9 am so I guess I’ll wait longer, but I’ll call back later if I don’t hear from you”
You let out an audible groan grabbing the phone. “You have the wrong number, please do not call me later and a little tip, if you want a guy to call you back, don’t be so desperate” you slammed the phone back down and jumped off your couch. You were getting really tired of all these random women calling you. Your feet carried you to his front door and you lifted your fist to knock. You waited patiently for him to answer, feeling confident and proud of yourself. The minute the door opened, and the large man stood before you, your confidence left your body in a swoop. A smirk covered the lower half of his face, and his freshly trimmed beard painted his sharp jawline. For a minute you found yourself understanding how he managed to attract so many women, and a part of you may have even wished you were one of them. He had made it clear the day he moved in next door, that he was more than willing to offer his “services” if you ever needed them. You had declined him quickly, turned off by his egotistical comments, and self-assuredness. You had to admit, some nights you would imagine a different version of yourself. A version that was willing to march over to his door and accept the handsome man’s offer, a version of you that would become the screaming woman that you could hear coming from his bedroom every night. Was he really that good? You had to wonder.
“Did you have something to say, or did you just want to see me?” His voice broke your thoughts. His voice was low, borderline dark, and a hint of a Boston accent was in his words. You hadn't realized you were staring, but it was time for you to be brave again, to do what you had marched over here to do.
“If you give another girl my phone number again instead of your own, I’ll-“ you stopped unsure of what your threat was going to be.
“You’ll what?” He challenged the smirk on his face now deeper. “If you need some suggestions I have a list of things you could do to me. Though judging by the way you were staring at me a minute ago, I’d say you have a list of your own. Why don’t you come inside, we can compare notes?” His eyes had been focused on your face, but you watched as they left your face for a split second and traveled down your body. His eyes focused back on your face, and a low groan left his lips. It was quiet but you had heard it, and judging by the look on his face, he knew you had heard it.
“You disgust me” you breathed out aware of the air shifting and the tension building between the two of you and between your legs.
“Is that all I do to you?” He spoke softly, leaning against the door frame. He had slowly been moving closer to you and you had only just now noticed when the breath he exhaled hit your face. His breath smelled of mint and if you didn’t walk away from him quickly, you may never leave.
“F you” you muttered under your breath turning your back to him. You weren’t sure he had heard you at first.
“Please do” he answered. You imagined he was smiling, and staring at your butt, but you refused to turn around.
You got back to your apartment aware of his eyes on you the whole time. Your back hit the door once you were finally inside your apartment. You let out the breath you had been holding and closed your eyes. His face being the first to come to your mind. You immediately opened your eyes afraid you’d see him again if you closed them.
You busied yourself the rest of the day, afraid to leave your apartment in fear you may run into him. You tidied up your kitchen, only stopping to think about the blue of his eyes half a dozen times. He was arrogant, but when he smiled there was a hint of kindness in his eyes. You had to force yourself to stop thinking about him, because once you started you couldn’t stop. His hair had you daydreaming about running your fingers through it, and his beard had you thinking about how it would feel rubbing against every part of your body. His voice would deepen and your heart rate would quicken. He was handsome, and you hated him. You hated how arrogant he was, you hated how much of a player he was, you hated how he could never take anything seriously, but most of all you hated the fact that you didn’t hate him. You couldn’t.
You laid in bed that night your thoughts returning to him once again. You looked at the clock, and right on cue, you heard it. The scream of a girl coming from his bedroom. She was loud, panting, and chanting his name as if it was the only word she knew. You sighed. What must it be like to be with him? To have his hands caress down your body before finally landing on your hips. To feel his tongue in your most sensitive places. For his lips to soothe over every bite mark his teeth created. Was he big? You would assume so. If the rest of his body was any indication, then he was huge. Did his beard tickle, did it leave a burn? Was he rough or was he gentle. Did he guide you, or did he let you lead. Was he a top or was he a bottom? Did he dirty talk into your ear, in a low whisper, the Boston accent coming through. If he did, what would he say? Would he tell you how good you felt, how long he had wanted to do this? Or would he tell you how beautiful you were, and encourage you to let go for him. Through all of it, one question remained in your mind, what would he do if he was with you?
The girl next door continued to make her presence known and you weren’t sure if Chris wasn’t making any sounds or if she was just too loud for you to hear him. On any other night you would have banged on the wall, reminding him to keep it down, but tonight you simply grabbed your pillow and wrapped it around your ears blocking out the sounds of her pleasure. Suddenly you heard a low grunt, and you were sure that was Chris. You slowly removed the pillow a little bit, your curiosity and voyeuristic tendency coming out, wanting to hear more of him. Listening to the sounds he made only added to your fantasy. You wanted him, and you wanted him in the worst way possible.
Chris was slowly getting louder and you were pretty sure he was close. You were also pretty sure you were, just from listening to him. She was getting louder and their bed was hitting against the wall. Finally Chris let out a loud groan and then all of a sudden your name fell from his lips.
“Y/N” he yelled as he finally let go. You shot up out of bed. Did he just say your name? Was he thinking about you too? She must be angry right? What woman would be if ok with a man yelling out another woman’s name? You listened closely awaiting the argument that was sure to follow, but you heard nothing. It was completely silent. But not a peaceful silent that you could hear the wind in the trees or a calm quiet that you could fall asleep to, no, this was an eerie silent.
“Hey Chris?” You heard the woman ask.
“Yeah” he muttered back.
“Is it ok if I spend the night?”
“Yeah Y/N, that’s fine”
You collapsed onto the bed. He didn’t accidentally say your name, he had slept with someone with the same name as you. Did he do this on purpose? Was he trying to send you a message? The way he yelled, he had to have known you would hear.
“Night Chris”
“Night, Y/N. Thanks”
After that everything grew silent once again. You laid there unable to sleep, the overwhelming urge to be in his arms, greater than you could bear. You wanted him and finally admitting that was both the beginning and end of everything.
We need part 2 asap
Avengers as John Mulaney part2
Tony Stark:
Bruce Banner:
Thor:
Steve Rogers:
Also Steve Rogers:
Clint Barton:
Natasha Romanoff
Peter Parker:
Thanos:
Loki:
i wanna cuddle him
Somebody please, PLEASE show him that he's a meme now.
Sebastian Stan