A/N: Written for Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge. (@sstan-hoe).
Warnings: Attempts at coercion.
Prompts: Nick Fowler - the song Last Christmas. The lyrics included will be written in bold purple font.
Summary: You should've known better. Of course he's still in love with her.
“What the hell is this,” Nick forcefully places the paperwork on your desk.
You look it over quickly and respond, “it’s my request for a transfer.”
“But why,” he seethes. His jaw is tight and his body is tense. He clearly feels betrayed but that just makes your own hurt feel more justified.
“Nick,” you sigh, “you really don’t remember what happened at the Christmas party last week?”
Nick crossed his arms, “I remember you and me doing a lot of kissing in my office. Would’ve taken you home if you didn’t run out on me. I thought we were solid. We’ve only been dating a couple weeks, but we’ve been friends for a lot longer.”
“You really don’t remember,” you shake your head as you fight the urge to cry. “When we were in your office, you called me by her name.” Nick freezes at that and you continue, “I also thought we were solid. Enough so that I gave you my heart. But when you can’t let go of her, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on and nothing more. Even if you don’t want it, I need this transfer for me. To save me from tears if nothing else.”
Nick grabs the paperwork and promises to get your transfer approved as he walks out, leaving your office colder than it was before.
It’s been a few months and you’ve really settled into your work. You can definitely understand why the role of manager for the Research and Development Department has such a high turnover rate. Everyone working here requires a different management style, a different level of understanding and guidance. Most managers stick to one style for everyone, but that’s clearly not what’s needed here and you’ve really gotten the hang of what your researchers need from you.
One thing that everyone could agree on was that they needed more space so you were able to work out a construction contract. The first day you met the foreman, Hal Carter, you were taken aback. You’d bought into the stereotypes of construction guys being on the sexist side (catcalling and whatnot) but he was polite, never talked down to you and always took your concerns seriously. He was quite the flirt, though. Pretty much every woman at the office had been winked at and complemented to no end. But no HR complaints came from it so at your weekly updates you just asked him to be careful with your employees and left it there.
You were doing really well in your job, your new life, when the surprise inspection came. Led by Nick. One look and you knew you weren’t over him but you would keep your distance. Once bitten and twice shy you’d make sure to keep professional. Taking Nick and his team on the rounds, you were grateful for your employees helping you out. A crowded room, friends with tired eyes but they did their best to make sure you (and their funding) would continue.
After the inspection you practically ran to your office to catch your breath. You didn’t notice Nick following you.
“Are you hiding from me,” he asks quietly. His wintry-blue eyes boring into your soul.
“I’m hiding from you and your soul of ice,” you confess. “I ask you to give me distance, to get my heart right again, and then you just waltz right in without warning. I thought you were someone to rely on.”
“During the rounds, I kept my distance, but you still catch my eye.”
“I know what a fool I’ve been, but if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.”
Nick walked towards you, moving in for the kiss that you weren’t sure you really wanted, but he was interrupted by Hal coming into the office with donuts and coffee.
“Oh, sorry,” Hal faltered. He looked at you, “I’d heard you had an inspection of some kind, figured you could use a pick-me-up. Goodness knows your cookies help me and the crew when the building inspectors come around.”
You smile warmly at him, grateful that he broke Nick’s spell over you. “Thank you, Hal! It’s just what I needed. Care to join me? Nick was just on his way out.”
Nick gave you an icy glare before walking out. As soon as you saw him walk out of the building, you allowed yourself to collapse into your office chair. Hal set down the food on your desk and admitted he had been listening to your conversation.
“I was going to wait until you were done with whatever meeting you were in, but I heard a few things that made me worry about you. Given your reaction, I’m guessing I was right about you needing some help?”
You nod appreciatively, sipping at the coffee. “Thank you, Hal. I almost made a serious mistake. Again.”
“I’m happy to help,” he assures. “You’re a good person and I like helping out good people.”
You snort, “given what I’ve seen and heard you just like helping out women.”
He gives you a shy half-smile, “that’s partially true. I like helping people smile, brightening their day. You never know when someone just needs a compliment to help them keep going. Yeah, I’m a huge flirt. Yeah, it’s nice for my own ego. But, for me, it’s just a way of being nice. Oh, and don’t worry about my ego getting too big. My crew helps me with that.” That last note makes you chuckle and you’re genuinely feeling more relaxed than you thought you would.
“Well,” you grinned, “you definitely helped me smile today. Thank you for that.”
Around August the construction project was finally wrapping up. You knew several people who were going to miss Hal and his crew. Especially when they went shirtless for a minute or two in the summer heat. Even you would occasionally indulge, smiling shyly the times Hal caught you looking. Your face would heat up in embarrassment but he never judged you or made fun of you for it. You were really going to miss him and your weekly meetings.
It was at your last meeting with him when you noticed Hal acting fidgety, almost nervous. You ask him if he’s okay and gives you a shy smile you’ve never seen before.
“Um,” he starts, “I…well, with the construction done…I was, um, would…wouldyougooutwithme?”
You blink a few times, not fully sure of what’s going on. “Hal,” you hesitated, “are you asking me out on a date?”
Hal nods, “I didn’t wanna ask while we were kinda working together. You said you’d never date a coworker again and I didn’t want to risk being that. But getting to know you, I…I’d really like to take you out some time.” He still wasn’t able to meet your eyes.
“Why are you acting so shy?”
“Because flirting is one thing. Asking out someone that I genuinely want to be with? That’s…that’s scary stuff.” He looks into your eyes and you’re taken aback. You see the face of a lover with a fire in his heart. You see someone special.
“I’d love to go out with you.”
It’s the company Christmas party and, despite the crowd, Nick has never felt more alone. He knows you’re going to be here and he keeps watching for you. You’re not hiding from him, but he doesn’t seem to see you. You’ve been doing well and coming into your own. You’ve received nothing but love and support from Hal. You’re finally getting the warmth and care you’ve needed and growing.
Nick seems to give up and walks to his office. You follow quietly. As the door clicks shut, his eyes shoot up and you give him a gentle smile.
“Do you recognize me? Well, it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me.”
“You look so beautiful,” he whispers. “More beautiful than I ever gave you credit for. Now I know what a fool I’ve been. I got you something. I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying, “I love you”. Did you receive it?”
“Yes, Nick,” you smile sadly. “I got the necklace.”
“I want you to know, I meant it, when I wrote that.” His frosty blue eyes scan you, looking for the necklace, unsure of why you don’t look happy about the gift.
“You never actually listened to me,” you shake your head. “If you did, you’d know I never liked gold and diamonds. That was her.” You place the gift box on his desk and stand firm, “I need you to stop sending me gifts and notes like this. Now I’ve found a real love, you’ll never fool me again.”
“But-” Nick tries to respond, you see genuine sadness and loneliness but you stop him before he can try to get you to cave.
“Last Christmas I gave you my heart,” you shake your head, putting a hand between the two of you so he can’t get closer. “You tore me apart. But I’ve healed and grown past. Maybe you should try that as well.”
With that, you turned around and left his office. A year ago you fled the room in tears. Now you’re walking out with your head held high. Last year you were left cold and shaken. Now you’re surrounded by warmth and comfort.
Relationship: contractor!Hal Carter x baker!fem reader (himbo and honey, NLLYL AU)
Words: ~900
Summary: Hal is sorry for being so clumsy.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, kinda rough sex, wet and messy, implied f receiving oral sex) established relationship, Hal is so cute, and big, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: HAL!!! The man is so soft for his girl and in general oh my god.
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The cake looked so beautiful. You couldn’t stop grinning at your work, it hadn’t taken nearly as long as you’d thought it would. All beautiful frosted towers and spun sugar and delicate little iced flowers and ugh, you were a genius. Not even for a special occasion, just a Saturday. It needed to go on your Instagram, you were going to have to be so careful moving it to the dining room so you could get the best light.
So, so careful. Tiptoeing and barely breathing and smiling to yourself when you almost made it through the foyer…
“Honey! The ducks are back!” Hal had the longest day and all he wanted was to see you and give you kisses and go feed the little ducks that came to your pond every year, then sit with you in his lap and play with you a little bit while you watched the sun go down through your big windows. “Where are you?”
“Hal…”
He didn’t like the yelp you let out when he opened the door, worried he’d gotten too excited and smacked you in the face with the reclaimed wood. It was hard not to get excited whenever he thought about seeing you, though, but he needed to remember to go a little slower and take stock of his surroundings.
“Baby? Are you okay?” Hal practically slammed the door closed and sucked in a harsh breath when he saw you standing there. “Oh no.”
“My cake.” The pout on your face was pathetic but absolutely adorable and cut with playfulness, your hands dropping to your sides with the now empty platter while you looked at the mess that was covering our torso. “I worked so hard.”
Hal felt bad, he felt so bad, honestly. He knew how much you loved your special projects. But you were standing there, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, with your cake smeared all over your perfect tits and soaking through the thin fabric so he could see everything.
You looked delicious.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was low and husky while he stared at you, making your gaze snap to his and your head swim when you saw how dark his eyes were for you. “Honey, lemme fix it.”
“Wait, Hal!” You squealed when he scooped you up like it was nothing and hauled you into the dining room, making you drop the platter with a clang while you laughed delightedly as he mouthed at your neck. “Your clothes…”
“Shush, I can wash them.” He dropped you on the table and growled when you stretched and writhed underneath him, ripping his shirt off and undoing his jeans in a rush while he slid his hips between your thighs. “Gonna eat you up while I fuck you, honey.”
“O-okay.” Like you didn’t get wet as soon as he walked through the door, whining when he tore your panties off and thrust inside you without warning while he started dragging his tongue over your messy tits. “Fuck.”
Hal just hummed his agreement while he sucked the cake and frosting off your chest as he drove his hips against yours wildly, gripping your curves and biting you gently while your sweet little cunt clenched and gushed around him. He sucked your nipples greedily through the shirt until he could feel them stiffen and peak for him, nuzzling at your breasts before kissing his way back up to your face.
“That’s… ah shit, is that a new recipe?” Hal groaned when you licked some of the frosting off his face even as you wrapped your legs around his hips, breathing heavily and grabbing the edge of the table so he could grind into you nice and deep. “It tastes so good.”
“It’s, mmm…” you sucked on his bottom lip and moaned when he slammed his cock into that perfect, deep spot, sliding your hands along his cheeks then down his back while he rubbed his nose against yours. “Ginger pear.”
“Delicious.” His tongue slid between your lips, his breath leaving him in soft grunts every time his hips met yours while he felt you getting closer. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”
You didn’t get a chance to agree when he propped his knee on the table and hit you so deep you could feel him in your throat, your mouth dropping open with a loud whine as he dragged his tongue along the frosting on your jaw before sucking on your ear. Hal wound his arms around you and pressed you impossibly close when you came suddenly, growling when your pussy clenched around him so hard he couldn’t even move as you creamed all over him and your body shook. He could never last long when you came on his cock, biting your shoulder gently and giving slow, deep rolls of his hips while his dick throbbed and swelled and filled your tight little cunt to the brim.
“Hal, fuck.” You could hardly breathe even once you came down, panting heavily while he kept kissing and licking your neck and chest as your body sagged underneath his. “There’s cake everywhere, Jesus.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you a soft peck on the lips and grinned crookedly while he stood up over you and leaned on his arms, pulling out slowly and groaning when you just lay there all splayed open for him. “I wonder what you taste like with frosting…”
Another one for the HBC Candy Hearts Club - one of today’s prompts is UR Cute
Pairing: Hal Carter x reader for @the-ce-horniest-book-club
Word count: 242
Rating: G
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Hal blushed prettily at the compliment. It was unusual for anyone to make Hal blush; it was he that made the girls (and some boys depending on his mood) blush. But it was you, in your directness, that brought color to his cheeks.
“Hal?” Your tone was laced with concern, with the tiniest hint of… teasing? Hal allowed himself to look you up and down before letting his trademark charming smile take over his face.
“Yeah sweetheart, you think I’m cute?” His eyes roamed up and down your body once more. “You’re pretty cute too.”
“Thanks.” Your smile beamed and Hal felt his knees buckle at the sight. “Everyone seems to tell me that, but it’s still nice to hear.”
A giggle escaped Hal’s lips. Giggling? Really? He coughed and tried to simply smile but another giggle came out.
“Are you laughin’ at me Hal?” You crossed your arms and tried to look at him sternly. “You know that’s bad manners right?”
“I’m sorry y/n.” He managed to reign in the giggles; he stood straighter and smoothed down his tie. “I’m thinkin’ the best way to apologize is to take you out on a date. What do ya say?” He held out his hand expectantly.
You offered that beaming smile once more and Hal felt something stir in his chest he had never felt before; you placed your hand in his and nodded. “I’d love to go out with you Hal.”
Summary: Setting up a nice seasonal surprise for Hal on the front porch of your country home.
Words: 718
Warnings: None! Maybe spiders (fake spiders). But otherwise, just cute domestic softness and fluff and kissing.
A/N: I needed some fluff and softness today! So I decided to write some🥰 This was written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club using a prompt about surprising Hal by decorating his porch with pumpkins and fake spiders. Thank you for reading some fluff with me, enjoy! ❤
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You woke with the morning sun, soft and gentle on your face. Stretching your arms above your head, you giggled as the blanket covered your face, but the stretch was just so good. Cuddling up in the blanket again, you turned on your side and saw that the spot next to you was empty. Hal had always been an “early to bed and early to rise” kind of guy, and he’d gotten up for work so quietly that he hadn’t even woken you. You smiled at the thought of him, he worked so hard, keeping the farm running, and taking care of you. He was a good man.
With Hal busy on the farm for harvest season, you busied yourself with tasks inside during the day. After a nice relaxed breakfast and cup of coffee, you did some chores around the house, prepared a few recipes, and then worked on a few fun projects of your own. Some old craft supplies caught your eye, and you paused, smiling to yourself as you thought of a way to use them.
The rest of the day was spent crafting, and then heading out to the garden to pick some pumpkins. Carting them back to the house in a wheelbarrow, you began putting your plan into action. A little while later you stepped back to take a look at your efforts. Hal’s porch was now decorated for fall, complete with pumpkins up the steps and around the door, potted flowers, and fake crafted spiders sprinkled about. A few of the spiders were larger than the others, those you’d tied around the deck posts, and hung above the door and the front window. The spiders made you smile, they weren’t scary, some were a bit wonky, and that just added to the charm. In your opinion they were almost cute.
As you stood back to admire your work, you started to wonder if maybe a few hay bales would finish it off nicely, when strong arms quickly circled around your waist. Yelping in surprise, you jumped and immediately started giggling as Hal buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“Hal, oh my goodness! You scared me!” He chuckled in between kisses that he planted on your skin, then looked up to observe your efforts.
“Looks like you’ve been busy today!”
“Do you like it?” You asked quietly, turning around in Hal’s arms to face him. He had a grin on his face as he looked between you and the house.
“It looks amazing honey. This is probably the best and most festive this porch has ever looked. Pumpkins from the garden?”
“Yes! Don’t they look fantastic?”
“Best pumpkins I ever saw.” You reached up to brush your lips against his, his excitement and praise warming you from within. A gentle kiss, and then you took his hand in yours, tugging him closer to the house to show him the details. He beamed at the spiders, chuckling at the handmade aspect of them, especially loving the one that you’d hung on the post.
“You’ve done an amazing job sweetheart. What a great surprise. I can’t believe you made these!”
“I did! It was a lot of fun.” Hal’s arm circled your waist again and he pulled you close, Placing your hands on his chest, you leaned in to kiss him, melting into him when he cupped your jaw in his hands. He smelled musky, like sweat and dirt and hard work, and you loved him for it. His hands might be calloused, but his lips were soft, and his embrace never failed to make you feel warm and safe.
When the kiss broke, you pecked another small one on his jaw, then leaned your head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, starting to sway ever so slightly back and forth. You let your eyes drift closed, enjoying the calm of the evening and being wrapped in Hal’s arms.
“I’m so glad you like it honey.” Hal smiled and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s perfect, just like you. I love you, Mrs. Carter.” Looking up to meet his eyes, you smiled and raised your hand to his cheek, stroking it before pulling him in for another kiss.
buzz. buzz. buzz. eyes squinting against the sun spilling through the foreign window as the sound brings you out of a heavy sleep. eyelids fluttering, the first thing you notice is the source of the racket, your cell phone on the bedside table. then, you’re quick to realize that you have no idea where you are. the walls are mostly eggshell from what you can tell under the grime layer, barren of any art or sentimental photograph. there’s a raggedy arm chair in the corner of the room, pointed at a small tv that’s on, but turned all the way down. white noise on the screen. empty beer bottles littered table your phone dances against each time it vibrates. more than the environment around you, you’re interested in the bed. despite clearly being second-hand, it’s pretty comfortable, the sheets are warm, pulled up to your chin, and you are hyper-aware of the body sharing it with you.
even when you turn to look, you can’t tell what he looks like. his broad back is to you, so instead you find yourself staring at the rippling muscles you can see. powerful arms, skin that looks like silk, even his shoulder blades are appealing. you bit down on your lower lip and reached for him. you probably should’ve resisted the urge, but you couldn’t help yourself. fingertips dance along the smooth skin, carefully so you don’t wake him. you close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of another human body, and a quite pleasant one at that, before your nose is tickled by his smell for the first time when you inhale particularly deep. the remnants of earthy cologne and dark whiskey cling to his skin, but you can also smell your own perfume on him. your face flushes cherry as your eyelids part and you stare at his back once more.
you slept with this man last night, that much was obvious, and as you came to that conclusion, memories of the night slowly started to bubble to the surface of your mind, but they’re all from his lovemaking. it was mindblowing, memorable. you got the feeling he’s done this a million times by how skillful he’d been with his hands, with his mouth, and the rest of him. you definitely were not his first one night stand, and he was not yours. of course, you were under the impression that he made a habit out of this while you did not. your gaze trails along with your hand for a moment before you’re given a very annoying reminder of what had woken you up in the first place.
your phone. you carefully roll back towards it, reaching out for it. you notice your panties hanging from the shelf, and you only notice now that you’re completely nude under the blanket. with phone in hand, you gaze down at the screen. your boss. then your eyes shot to the time. ten. “Shit,” you hissed quietly. you were an hour late to work and hadn’t given your boss a heads up that you would be. your screen fades to black when the call finally goes to voicemail, but you’re quick to wake it again, to check just how many calls you’d missed before. it was now that you realized your battery was getting dangerously low. twelve percent. wonderful. there were five missed calls, ten texts, and two voicemails. sucking your lower tier into your mouth you chewed on it as you carefully sat up straight in the bed, chancing a glance at the sleeping man beside you. he hadn’t stirred, and you were grateful you didn’t wake him.
you weren’t too familiar with one night stands, having seldom others besides this one, but you always did hate the morning after. the sneaking out, almost always leaving something behind because you’re in a rush. just get your clothes together, you thought as you snatched your panties off of the table and pulled them on, get outside and get an Uber. you desperately needed to call your boss back to make sure you still had a job once you got out of there, but first you needed to gather your things.
your eyes scanned the room and you caught sight of your skirt on the floor by the door that was slightly ajar, leading to the hallway outside. your top was nowhere to be found, no matter how hawkeyed you were, and you decided that you didn’t have the time to search for it, not when your mystery man’s white muscle shirt was already in the bed with you. he wouldn’t mind, right? he probably had a hundred just like it. either that or this shirt cost a total of two dollars at Walgreens. of course, it was peeking out from under his body and you had to, very delicately, extract it from under him without waking him. for a moment, you felt a lot like Indiana Jones, trying to avoid the boobie traps.
once you’d finally managed to carefully retrieve the wrinkled shirt, you couldn’t help but pause as you were pulling it over your head to breathe in the raw smell of him that clung to the soft fabric. that same, earthy cologne, the smoky air from the bar you met in last night, a hint of musk, possibly sweat from the day leading up to your encounter, although it was faint. his smell brought a smile to your face. even though, from behind, he looked almost unreal lying next to you; an adonis in bed with you, with all of his rippling muscles and soft skin, it was the very mundane scents that he carried that proved to you he wasn’t just a drunken girl’s dreamboat. he really was there, and it was a shame that you were about to leave him without even knowing his name.
you considered, briefly, leaving a note with your number on it, so that you may hear from this man again. only briefly, though, because your better judgement told you that he most likely wasn’t the type of man to call you back. perhaps it was a good thing you were leaving before he woke up, you were deciding it was for the best for both of you as you gently pushed off the mattress with your palms, the soles of your feet just barely getting a taste for the icy hardwood floor.
just barely.
in half a second, warmth enveloped you at the very moment you felt the remaining weight, his weight, on the bed shift. two powerful and toned arms snaked around your waist and were dragging you back in seconds, your feet hovering over the floor before you were sucked back into the bed completely.
with a soft gasp, you felt your back hit the firmness of his chest, his body warmth spreading over you like wildfire and his touch brought flashbacks from the night before flooding into your brain so fast and strong that you felt a headache coming on. the way he held you now was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before; a powerful bear hug that was somehow softer than you’ve ever been held by a man. it reminded you of the softness of his touch last night; you were a night of fun for him, you were certain nothing more, yet he caressed you like a lifelong lover, worshiped you with soft and delicate kisses. there was purpose, even still, in his grip, and you could tell by the way he seemed unwilling to loosen it even just a little bit now. it was almost as if he were starved of physical affection, but you knew that wasn’t the case because you’d slept with him the night before. did he crave something else? something beyond sex? or were you looking too deep into it?
the man was silent, but you heard his even breathing stifle when he buries his face in the crook of your neck. the feeling of his lips grazing your skin sent goosebumps across the surface wherever they touched, and electricity through your veins, straight down to cause a pleasant and tingly sensation throughout your fingers and toes.
who would speak first?
it seemed as though it had to be you; the stranger didn’t act as if he had anything to say, but he held you tight enough for you to know that he hadn’t yet drifted back into dreamland.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” you whisper carefully, but you’re aware of how tired your own voice sounds, raw. no answer. you let out a soft sigh as you continue. “I just didn’t want to make it super weird by hanging around. I know how these things work, you know? I wasn’t going to make you feel like-”
“Please stay.”
shocked, thrown completely off guard, you bit down on your lower lip. “What?” you were certain you’d heard him wrong. men like him don’t ask girls to stay in the morning.
“Stay with me. Right here. Don’t go yet. Just let me hold you, just like this, for a while longer.” though he barked them like orders, you could hear the desperation behind his husky, barely-conscious demands. his drawl was very recognizably out of place. you suck in a breath. as much as you want to, you know you can’t, and it’s already breaking your heart. you don’t know why, but something hiding in his voice is small and childlike, frightened and needy, and you would’ve wanted nothing more in that moment than to stay.
“I... Can’t,” you answer in a weak whisper, your hands going to his grip around your waist. cool fingertips tap on his warm, thick forearms. “I’m already late for work and I’ll be lucky if I’m even still employed. My phone is going to die and I need to-”
cut off again. this time by a chaste kiss against the back of your neck as he pushed your hair out of his way. you sucked in a breath at the delicate gesture, your skin reacting to his touch as if you’d never been touched by a man in your life. you’d never been touched by a man like him before, that much was painfully true. eyelids fluttering closed, you took a soft, deep breath. “I’m sorry, I really can’t stay.”
“Please.”
you felt your walls crumbling when the word left his lips, whispered in the shell of your ear, but even then you could hear the break in his voice. he was literally begging you not to leave him, and you began to realize that he might be too used to one night stands. this didn’t seem like the norm to him, like he was uncomfortable and embarrassed of asking you to stay, so you wondered if perhaps he wasn’t used to emotional connections. all he had, you were guessing, was meaningless sex with women he met at bars, and they always left before he woke up in the morning. and you were almost one of those women.
almost.
“What’s your name?” you asked suddenly, sheepish that you couldn’t remember. you were only just now realizing that you’d forgotten it after the third or fourth beer you shared with him.
“Hal,” he murmured back in response. he didn’t seem too offended that you didn’t remember, tips of his digits gently caressing your abdomen, grazing and dancing just below the fabric of his shirt on you, teasing your skin with butterfly strokes as he held you tight and close to his broad chest.
“Do you remember mine?” he did. hearing your name roll off his tongue in a soft whisper against your skin, feeling the warm breath fan your shoulder at the same time, you felt whatever was left of your reservations collapse. you didn’t care about your phone anymore, or your job, or your boss. you cared about Hal, and staying in this moment with him. flashing the battery symbol on the screen of your phone, the background went black as it died and slipped from your fingers on to the mattress with a soft and meaningless thud. your hands skated over his arms, holding his embrace around you.
you felt silly, like a naive little girl, but you knew that sleeping with Hal had been different than your other one-nighters. you hadn’t known why or what exactly it was that you felt for him, but you did know that you felt something. “I... Suppose I could stay for a little while,” you whisper, defeated and wearing a gentle smile at the thought of him winning. “Only if you hold me the whole time.” you murmur your compromise with an arch of your brow as you shift in his hold, rolling over to come fact to face with him for the first time.
the first thing you notice is striking aegean hues staring back at you, followed by his messy, tawny mop and strong features. he’s all but chiseled from stone, and you’d believe that to be true if he hadn’t pressed his lips to the tip of your nose with diaphanous intent. crimson rises in your cheeks, and he’s quick to trace it with his fingertip. though his touch is gentle, you can still feel the callouses on his hands. Hal has a story, a past, and you’re almost desperate to know. “I think I can manage that,” he replies, and the smile that dances on his lips is heart-stopping and dangerously handsome, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes, fondness, and you share it with the stranger as you nuzzle into his embrace.
Prompt based on this amazing photo by @book-dragon-13
Warnings: Fluff lots and lots of fluff also sweaty Hal lol
Parings: Hal Carter X Reader
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You noticed Hal had left the bed hours ago it was cold. You wondered when he left. Knowing Hal he was prolly feeding the animals doing everything that needed to be done that morning.
Sighing you slowly get up as you get yourself somewhat ready for the day. You haven’t been feeling the best lately. Eyeing the clock you decided to make your hard-working man breakfast. You slowly make your way down to the kitchen. You smile as Ranger yous and Hal’s husky follows you.
“You didn’t go with dad?” Ranger just barks and wags his tail. You smile and rub his head. Shadow must have been with Hal, he was your Border Collie.
You finally reach the kitchen as Ranger curls up at his doggie bed as you start the breakfast.
Eggs, Bacon, Ham, Sausage, Pancakes, all of Hal’s favorites and of course yours. You even make a little breakfast treat as you did chocolate and blueberry pancakes. You start setting up the table and whistle at Ranger.
“Hey, boy want a piece of bacon?” Ranger wags his tail as he walks over. You smile and feed him.
Hal finally stumbles in sweaty and a bit dirty his nose twitches at the smell greeting him as Shadow runs in. Hal leans over the fridge watching as you set the table.
“Thought you were supposed to be in bed taking it easy.”You turn and smile as Hal stands there.
“Well good morning Cowboy.” Hal studies you, he had a slight glare as you walked over to him.
“Don’t look at me like that, I wanted to make my husband something special.” Hal’s eyes go to the blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes.
“You didn’t.” You smirk as he walks over and wraps you in a hug. His hands trail down as they rest on your bump.
“How’s our little Cowgirl?” You smile as Hal gets on his knees and kisses and rubs your belly.
“She’s good, I didn’t puke or feel dizzy today. I made the stairs.” Hal frowns up at you.
“What if you fell? I wasn’t here, you should have stayed in bed.” You sigh as you run your fingers through his hair.
“I’m okay, we’re okay.” Hal shakes his head.
“I just want you two safe always.” You smile down at him.
“We are always.” Hal looks up at you a slow smirk forming.
Hal kisses your belly sweetly and just rubs your belly smiling at the feel of a kick.
“I love my two girls so much.” You smile down at him as he slowly stands up.
“Let’s eat this amazing breakfast you made.” You smile and nod as you take Hal’s hand.
“You didn’t have to make both kinds of pancakes for me Sugar.” He winks as you shake your head.
“I didn’t seems your little Cowgirl has been craving them.” Hal smiles big at that.
“Just like her daddy already.” You can’t help but smile and feel your belly jump with excitement as Hal gives you that smile.
“Hal, I love you thank you for giving me this life and our little Cowgirl.” Hal just smiles face deep in a pancake.
“Darling, I love you more than you can ever know. Thank you for staying with a dirty cowboy like me most people wouldn’t want this life sweetheart and yet you do.” You smile as you walk over and wrap your arms around him.
“I wouldn’t want a life that doesn’t include you, Hal.” Hal pulls you close and kisses you.
Life with your sweaty Cowboy was perfect and soon you’d be adding another pair of boots to that life.
Navy, you are an absolute treasure! I've been looking for an excuse to write this out and you just hand it to me!
A/N: Ask based on this post. Reader is plus sized, female.
Warnings: Implied fat shaming, not actually written. Language.
Hal is in his workshop when he hears your car pulling into the driveway. He gives you a few minutes to park the car before setting down his work and going to help you with the groceries. He's startled to hear how loudly you slam the car doors.
He comes up to grab some of the groceries but stops short when he sees that you're fighting tears.
"What happened," he asks, going in for a hug.
You gently push him away, shaking your head. "Let's get the groceries put away first, please?"
He nods in agreement and grabs up all of the bags you haven't already picked up. Usually he does that to show off his muscles like he knows you enjoy. Today he's doing it to hurry up so you can tell him what's wrong.
When everything is put away, he pulls you in for a hug and you don't fight him this time. "What happened, Dove?"
"It was just some asshole joking about my weight," you confess. "I know I shouldn't pay any heed, that he's an idiot, and all that but...some days it's harder to ignore than others."
"Want me to kick his ass?" You chuckle at that and Hal smiles.
"No," you tell him. "I've wasted too much brain power on that asshat. I don't need you wasting your time and energy on him, too."
"What can I do to help?"
You take Hal's face in your hands and stare into his beautiful, blue eyes, "Hal, I need you to fuck my brains out. Fuck me so good that my only thoughts are about you and how much you love me."
Hal's eyes darken and he goes in for a deep kiss, full of passion, love and lust. He's more than happy to fulfill your request. He takes every chance he can to make sure you know how beautiful you are to him. He only pulls away so he can start alternating passionate kisses and bites along your neck, your moans encouraging as he quickly strips your clothes.
He should probably move you to the bedroom or the couch, but he's going to give you everything and thensome. It's one of the things you love about Hal, he doesn't hold back. He loves you with all of his being and isn't afraid to show it.
