Then I am begging you to write a Hellboy drabble, plllleeeasssee!? Maybe something Christmasy if you feel up to it? 😍🥰
a/n: less christmasy than I wanted but I hope the love makes up for that! thank you for the request ❤️
There was a loud crash followed by the signature swearing and grumbling of the big, red devil you had come to love. Shaking your head, you brace yourself for the scene that awaits you when you enter the door.
Shiny tinsel and delicately wrapped garland hung from the walls around the room. In the center stood proud a ten foot tree that you had begged Red to help you put up when the season began. There were presents placed sporadically under the tree and stockings strewn up over the mantle of the warm fireplace. Amidst it all was the source of the crash; Red sat pouting in a small mountain of shattered ornaments and bulbs, in his palm he held yet another small ornament (or at least the pieces that once made up an ornament.)
“Babe, what happened?” You can’t stop the giggle from leaving your mouth no matter how hard you try.
“These stupid little balls are way too easy to break. Have you seen my hands? They’re huge, there’s no way I’m getting this done.” Hellboy huffs angrily, throwing the small pieces of broken plastic to the ground. He turns away from you and you giggle once more before making your way over to him. Part of you was screaming to poke fun at the big guy, but a bigger and far more sensitive part of you knew that sometimes Red really did need to be reassured that he wasn’t just the big and scary monster that everyone thought him out to be.
“Hey Red, do you want me to find something else for you to do while I clean up a little?” Red scoffs and moves just that little bit further away from you. He doesn’t make any move to react further, so you take the opportunity to close the space between you two.
“What’s wrong, HB?” You run your hands up and down his arms, slowly pulling him closer to you and shutting out the cold distance between you and him.
Red lets you draw him in, you both know that he could stand his ground if he really wants to, you couldn’t physically force him to move an inch; but emotionally you would always be able to draw him closer. “I break things. Couldn’t even put up some damn ornaments without crushing them. Worst part is, I wasn’t even trying to do it.” Red dips his head down in shame, giving you the perfect angle to run your fingers softly through his black hair. He leans into your touch like a big kitty cat.
“Red, you were born to be hard. There is nothing gentle about a god born in hell.” Red laughs cynically and looks you in the eye. “Not really making me feel any better here, babe.” You laugh and continue to run your fingers through his scalp.
“Let me finish! You weren’t born to be soft, but you’ve learned to be. Maybe things fall apart or break when you’re not trying to keep them intact, but the fact that you’ve made the effort to learn to keep them together proves that you yourself are gentle. Not everyone in your position would have denied who they were meant to be in order to become who they want to be.” Red noticeably softens as you speak. The fire within his eyes is completely extinguished and his hand comes up to cup your face. His touch is the most gentle thing you have ever felt.
“I love you.” He takes a moment to look into your eyes and dips down to place a warm kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, the lights from the tree twinkle in his eyes and you know that there is no one in this world or the next who can compare to the compassion and kindness that Red holds within the palm of his hand. His compassion was by far the strongest thing about him, and you couldn't want for anything more.
When Joel says he was embarrassed about what he had to trade for the coffee, I can't help but to think... "What would you doooohooo for a Klondike bar!?" 😂🤣
I mean...my mind went completely south when he said that. My brain went perverted lol. Let’s be honest, in my opinion at least, Joel is a hottie, so who knows what someone asked him for. I’m just saying lol
How about Reader and Arthur are out towards the mountains when a small pack of wolves attack. Arthur kills them all, but he and the reader were taken by surprise when a wolf jumps the reader, biting her forearm. Before any serious damage is done, Arthur kills the wolf? Fluffy goodness ensues. 🤔🤪🤗
“So, the first thing you wanna do, is stay low.”
You mirror Arthur’s movements as he slowly crouches down behind the trunk of a fallen tree, shotgun in hand and ready to fire at the oblivious buck ahead.
“Make sure the wind don’t pick up your scent. Now,” he continues, turning to look at you and motioning to your own weapon, “focus. Hold firm, breathe, and then fire. Should be hard to miss”.
You listen carefully as he instructs you, wincing when the snow creaks under your weight as you adjust your aim. Everything is still. It’s not snowing anymore and the wind is not too harsh, making it the perfect time for a hunting lesson. The glistening, fresh layer of snow made tracking game all the much easier and so came your blessing, on four legs and with a pair of outstanding antlers.
The animal, still peacefully sipping from the freezing waters of the lake, is in your sight. Taking Arthur’s advice, you exhale and press your finger on the cold trigger. The deer startles at the sound of the gun firing, but it’s too late: the bullet hits him on the shoulder and he can only limp a few steps away before Arthur finishes him with a shot at the head. Always the good shot, that man.
You rise to your feet excitedly, unable to contain your beaming smile. “I did it! Didn’t I?”
From beside you, Arthurs chuckles, and that sound alone warms you more and better than any fire ever could. “Not bad, princess. Guess you really are more useful with a gun in your hands than washing dishes.” He walk past you and gets closer to the deer, for which you’re grateful. He has no business seeing the embarrassing blush that spread on your cheeks at that lovely little pet name.
It’s stupid and childish, this crush of yours. You know far too well how guarded that heart of his is, yet Arthur didn’t exactly make it hard to fall for a man like him. Try as he might, the scary outlaw facade he wanted to have shattered with every sweet pat on Jack’s head, or with every hushed word of encouragement to his horse.
He’s a collection of little controversies that draw you in, and just as you think you’ve finally solved the riddle that is this man, he manages to surprise you again and again.
He’s just begun to show you how to skin the deer when you hear the first howl.
Arthur curses loudly. “Get behind me!”
You’re just about to argue that you can do without his protection, but then the three, hungry wolves appear from the trees and you don’t have the time to think as the first attacks. It growls and snaps his jaws at you, but Arthur is quick and shoots it square between the eyes.
The other two howl at the loss of their companion and pounce just as you aim your smaller revolver and shoot, successfully taking out another wolf. The third doesn’t stand a chance, and soon its carcass joins the other two on the blood stained snow.
Arthur turns towards you, his gruff voice laced with worry as he asks if you’re alright.
You nod, putting your weapon back in its holster. “They must’ve smelled that deer.”
“Well, let’s not-shit!” There is an instant where you look dumbfoundedly at him as he calls your name, and then you’re face down on the ground as a fourth wolf jumps you.
You don’t have time to react as its claws dig on your back, trapping you beneath its weight and the snow. Your pained yelp is muffled as its fangs find the flesh of your shoulder, white hot pain exploding behind your eyelids at its attempt to rip your arm off.
You never welcomed the sound of a firing gun more than you do in that moment, and you guess that Arthur has yet again managed to kill the animal without hurting you as its weight sinks down on your back.
Arthur is quick to get the wolf off of you, and you wince in pain as he help you get up. “Jesus…”, he says softly upon inspecting your wound.
“Is it that bad?” you ask, groaning at your attempt to move your joint. It hurts like hell and your face and hair are soaked from the snow. This will probably put you out of commission for a while. Fortunately, the thick coat you wear prevented you from direct contact with the animal’s jaws and so from the threat of rabies, too. Yet, as you feel Arthur’s rough hands delicately peel the torn clothing away from your skin to take a better look at the bite, you wish you were attacked by wolves more often.
“Let’s get you back to camp, before any more of ‘hese bastards show up”, and just like that he opens his blue coat and rips part of the shirt he wears underneath, wrapping it around and under your shoulder as delicately as he can. You let him, welcoming his warmth as it seeps into your skin thanks to his closeness to you.
Despite the pain, the ride back to camp makes you feel safe and protected, sitting in front of Arthur on his horse as you bring the spoils of war to your little mismatched family.
@may85 requested: Hey Jamie! If requests are still open, can I request a Denny Duquette imagine where he and the reader are on a date at his house after he's seen the stress that the reader has been under for the past few week? Fluff and if it goes that route smut? (Doesn't have to be smut, though!)
Character(s): Denny Duquette and Reader
Summary: After a long week, Denny tries to take your mind off the stress.
Word Count:
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Thank you, (other) Jamie for this request! You know how much of a soft spot I have for Denny and I’m so glad that you sent this in! I love that the roles are reversed and it’s Denny that will be catering to the Reader! So, thank you for the request, @may85!!! I hope you like it! Enjoy! :-)
You look up from your phone and sigh. “Denny, I have to check this email though…”
He shakes his head, snatching the phone from your hand. He sets it aside and pulls you closer to him while you both remain seated on his couch.
“You promised me no working. Don’t tell me you’re the type of woman that goes back on her promises?” he smiles.
“Not at all…”
“Then, no working. We’re on a date.”
You smile, leaning against him. You slowly shut your eyes and revel in his strong arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace.
You had been going out with Denny for the past four months now and after the first couple of dates, you would alternately spend the night at each other’s houses. It was strange how strong of a connection you two already had.
That night, Denny took you out for a movie. Afterwards, you two ate dinner at a local restaurant. Your relationship with him was slowly developing into something more serious, but when he noticed how stressed you looked, he made you promise that work was going to be the last thing on your mind.
He stares at you, gently cupping your cheek.
“You’re spacing out, [Y/N]…”
“I’m sorry, Denny.”
“For what?”
“Can I just get my phone back?” you ask.
Denny sighs, “Nope. Now, don’t ask again or I will break it in half.”
You widen your eyes and gasp quietly, “You wouldn’t dare!”
He grins, “Want to test out that theory then?”
“Fine. Fine. You win.”
“Come on.” he says, standing up.
“Where are we going?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” he laughs, taking your hand and pulling you up with him.
“I’m a curious gal.”
“Oh, I know that for sure.”
You laugh quietly, following him to his backyard. You bite your lower lip at the sight of a large blanket laid out on the grass with a bottle of wine atop of it. His backyard was illuminated by string lights and the moon casting a bright glow.
You look up at him and smile, instantly releasing his hand to wrap your arms around him.
“Well, what is this for?” he smiles, wrapping his long arms around you tightly.
“You’re just so romantic. It’s sweet,” you say, pulling back to peck his lips.
“I know you were having a stressful week and I wanted to do something nice for you. You know, take your mind off of it.”
He leads you to the blanket and you remove your shoes and socks to sit down on the blanket. Denny pours wine into each of the glasses before handing you one. You smile and kiss his cheek before sipping the light liquid. You shut your eyes and lean against him, feeling his arm wrap around your waist.
“Thank you, Denny. I needed it.”
“I know you did. You want to talk about it?”
You look up at him and shake your head. “Not really, no. I just – I want to be with you.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that you are, huh?”
Denny sips from his own glass of wine before he sets it aside. He takes your glass and places it away from the blanket. He lies you down and pulls you into his arms immediately. Resting your head against his chest, Denny’s hand rests lightly along your shoulder as his fingertips trace your soft skin.
“I’m so glad that this week over and that I’m with you right now.”
Denny smiles, looking down at you. He brings his free hand to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. He kisses your forehead and pulls back enough to look directly into your eyes.
“I’m glad that I was able to see you. I was afraid you’d cancel on me. I know how much work is so important to you,” he whispers.
“I’d never cancel on you.”
“You sure? Because you did that one time and –”
You narrow your eyes, playfully slapping his arm. “Stop lying.”
Denny erupts into a fit of quiet laughter, pecking your lips. “I’m just joking. I’m funny, huh?”
“If you say so,” you tease.
Denny smiles. His eyes begin to sparkle as usual and with the moon casting a reflection in his orbs, you find yourself stuck in a trance as if he put you under his spell. Whenever you were with him, all your worries and stress disappeared.
You and Denny slowly lie there in complete silence. Oddly enough, it was comfortable and soothing. You were glad that you didn’t need conversation to make this relationship work. It was as if your intense eye contact was doing all the talking for the both of you.
“What?” you ask.
“You’re just so beautiful.”
You blush, biting your lower lip.
“Yes. I got you to blush tonight. Point for me.”
You laugh quietly, shaking your head. “You’re a dork.”
“But I’m cute, right?”
“Eh. You’re all right.”
Denny widens his eyes in fake surprise. Slowly, he lies you onto your back and hovers above you. He settles himself between the space of your legs, pushing them apart as he rests his hands at either side of your head.
“Now, why are you lying?”
“Just doing exactly what you did to me,” you giggle, sticking your tongue out at him.
Denny smiles, tilting his head and staring down at you lovingly. Ever since he told you about his heart transplant, you wondered if he was truly all right. There had been times where you would catch him breathing heavily or out of breath, but he always reassured you.
He even took you to one of his doctor appointments to make you realize that he was one hundred percent healthy.
“You know, if I miss an email or a phone call –”
Denny shakes his head, pressing a finger to your lips. “No. Talk. Of. Work.”
You smile, nodding and parting your lips. He arches a brow and slowly slides his finger past your lips, groaning when he watches your tongue slowly swirl around his digit.
“You’re teasing…” he whispers.
“Mm, is it working?”
“By working, do you mean am I getting hard? Then yes. It is most certainly working,” he says, pushing his hips into you; you feel his bulge almost immediately.
“Denny…”
He smiles, pulling his hand away from your lips. Denny runs a hand down your side to your hip, grasping it tightly before pushing his hips further into you.
“Let me help you destress, okay?”
You nod, looking up at him. “Okay… Are we going to go inside though?”
Denny grins mischievously. “Nope, but don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm… to the hilt,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your earlobe.
You gasp, shutting your eyes. You immediately grab the end of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head to toss aside. He looks down at you with a primal look in his eyes, ravaging you like a predator would do to their prey.
You reach behind you and unclasp your bra, removing it from your body. As you lie on the blanket clad in only your jeans, you shiver in anticipation. Denny’s large hands run upwards to your breasts, grasping them tightly into the pit of his palms.
You gasp quietly, shutting your eyes as your arch your back into his touch. He massages you gently, his thumbs brushing against your hardening nipples.
Denny groans quietly, leaning down to press his lips lightly along your collarbone. He inches his way downwards until he attaches his lips around your nipple. You moan quietly, moving a hand to his hair as he sucks the nub gently, flicking his tongue repeatedly. Denny pays equal attention to your other breast, moving his lips across your chest. As he pays attention to your breasts, you move your hands to undo the button of his jeans.
He pulls back, licking his lips to remove his white long-sleeve sweater. Denny then pushes his jeans down his hips before he sits back to remove it completely. You take this opportunity to remove your jeans and panties, setting it aside on the grass.
Denny pulls his boxers away from his body, his member springing upwards. You bite your lower lip, reaching down to slowly stroke him. He gasps in surprise and rests his hands down near your head before he moves his hips closer to your aching heat. He allows his tip to brush against your entrance, staring into your eyes.
“Denny…”
He smiles at the sound of your moans from the teasing, bringing your hips closer to his. At the movement, Denny slides into you and you moan.
“W – What if someone hears us?” you whimper, feeling him move slowly within you.
“Then I guess they’re going to get a good show,” he winks.
You try to playfully push him away at his answer, but he grabs your hand to place above your head. He groans at your tightness, staring directly into your eyes. Slowly, he allows your hands to entwine with another, his hips pushing into yours in a slow, dreadful pace.
You urge him to move faster by raising your hips, causing him to slip further into your depths. He growls, leaning down to gently nip along your jawline down to your exposed neck. Slowly, Denny begins to slam into you, releasing your hands to rest onto the grass for stability and leverage.
You wrap your arms around him and gasp in surprise when he pulls you onto his lap. Denny extends his legs outwards and sits up with you, resting you on his lap as he slowly guides you along his length. Your fingertips run across the fading scar on his chest, pressing a soft kiss against it.
Your legs extend outwards, sliding along Denny’s manhood. You keep your arms wrapped around his strong frame, staring into his eyes as he brings his hips upwards with each small thrust. He growls, tossing his head back at the feel of your tight walls sliding down his length repeatedly in a tight vice.
Denny moves both hands to your hips, gripping it tightly before he begins to slam upwards. You moan loudly, shutting your eyes tightly at his large member thrusting repeatedly into your depths.
“Denny… Oh god!”
He grins, looking down at you. His eyes deviate to your bouncing breasts before he feels a tightening at his lower abdomen. Denny knew he was close, so he places her onto her back and slams into her repeatedly.
When he feels her walls tightening around him and her body begin to shake, Denny buries his face against her neck. He wraps an arm around her waist and continues his thrusts, allowing her to ride out her climax before he pulls out to release himself along her lower abdomen.
Denny groans, gently nipping at her collarbone before he lies back next to her. He gathers her into his arms once more and reaches for a napkin and their wine glasses. He hands her the glass and wipes his release from her body before setting the napkin aside.
You look up at him, smiling to yourself. You sip from your glass and lean up to peck his lips. Just as you were going to pull away, Denny rests a hand on your cheek and keeps your lips pressed against his.
“You taste like wine,” he mumbles against your lips.
You smile, pulling back to gently nip at his bottom lip. “Mm, tastes good?”
“Definitely.”
You laugh quietly, downing your glass before setting it aside. You bury your face against his neck and hold onto him tightly, not caring if his neighbors heard your loud moans.
“That was great…” you tell him.
Denny looks down at you and grins, “Yeah?”
“It’s always great with you.”
Denny maintains his smile. He cups your cheek and brushes his thumb across your soft skin gently. “Spending the night?”
“Only if you want me to.”
“Of course I do. I plan on catering to your every need this weekend. No phone either.”
“But Denny –”
“Do not make me slap that ass, baby,” he chuckles.
You smile, leaning up to peck his lips. “Oddly enough, I’d enjoy that.”
He narrows his eyes. “You know, I just got a heart transplant almost a year ago, but you’re torturing me with that image alone.”
“Sorry, but not really.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get there,” he smiles.
You giggle, sighing contentedly as you feel a shiver run up your spine. Denny takes notice of this and stands up, not bothering to pick up his clothes, or yours, and lifts you off your feet. He tucks an arm underneath your knees as his other arm wraps around the middle of your back, holding you bridal style.
He leads you back inside his house, leading you up the stairs and into his bed. When he sets you down, you immediately scramble to your side of the bed. Denny chuckles, climbing in next to you.
You rest your cheek against his shoulder and smile to yourself, relaxing into his soft mattress.
“Can I get my phone?” you ask hesitantly.
Denny narrows his eyes. “Nope, and that’s final. It’s just you and me this weekend, okay? Just you and me.”
You smile, nodding in agreement. “Okay… I’m fine with that.”
“Good, because I wasn’t taking no for an answer.”
Denny leans down to peck your lips lightly, pulling away afterwards to rest his head back onto the pillow. He holds you closer to his side and you snuggle immediately, wrapping your arm over him as your hand rests lightly against his scar.
So first pic is before I got my haircut and the second is after. This is the shortest that I have EVER had my hair... I'm still trying to get use to it. It'd be great if this cowlick from hell would stahp movin' in the breeze, though! Shit, tickles my head, lol.
4) What’s your religion?I was raised an interesting hybrid of Catholic & Episcopalian (Catholic Lite, if you will), but I’ve shed any and all doctrines of organized religion in favor of skeptical agnosticism.
54) Tattoos OR no tattoos?Hmm, this is under “relationship preferences”, so I say: either! I have several tattoos so I’d never say no to someone with tattoos, but my long term fella doesn’t have any, which is also fine by me.
Character(s): Luke Vaughn and Jamie (original female character)
Summary: Jamie goes out on a date with Luke.
Word Count: 3,523
Warning: SMUT!!!!
Author’s Note: This is for @may85!!! This story deserved a steamy part two! So, I hope you enjoy this, Jamie! ;-)
The following night, Jamie didn’t know what she was supposed to wear. Luke didn’t necessarily specify what they were going to do aside from dinner, but she didn’t know if he wanted her to dress formally or not.
Though, as she remained in her set of lingerie undergarments, staring at her closet aimlessly, Jamie heard the few knocks following a ring of the doorbell.
“He can’t be this early…” Jamie mumbled, grabbing her robe and slipping it on.
Once she opened the door, she noticed a very handsome Luke standing casually at the other side.
“Well, hi,” he smiled.
“You’re early.”
“Better than being late, right?”
“You make a good point. I was just getting ready. Is there a specific dress code or…?” she asked hesitantly.
“Nope. Dress casually,” Luke replied.
“Great. Make yourself at home. I’ll be quick.”
Luke watched her walk away, his eyes falling to her backside and how short the robe was. It was practically hiking itself up to give him a glimpse of her lace underwear. He growled quietly, gently taking her wrist to turn her around.
Just as Jamie was going to say something, she felt his lips press against her own and she immediately remembered to their heated make out session from last night.
She immediately melted into him, her hands resting onto his chest to feel the thin fabric of his two-buttoned t-shirt underneath his leather jacket. Without her robe tied around her body, it slowly revealed her half-naked form once her hands rested onto him.
Luke smiled against her lips, slowly moving his own against hers. He pulled back slowly to look down at her, noticing the light blush on her cheeks before his eyes deviated to her exposed front.
“I’m going to be a gentleman and refrain from what I truly want to say,” Luke admitted, taking the robe and gently wrapping it around Jamie’s body to cover herself. “Now, go ahead and get ready.”
With one last peck on the lips, Luke allowed Jamie to go back to her room to put on clothes.
When she walked inside, she immediately went to her closet. She didn’t know how lucky she was at how sweet and thoughtful Luke was. Instead of admiring her for a few seconds longer, Luke instead decided to cover her up. He was taking her time with her.
“Casual… Casual…” Jamie muttered under her breath. She pulled on a pair of leggings that fit her lower half and slipped on a t-shirt with one of her favorite bands on the front. She decided to wear her contacts, looking at herself in the mirror.
With a heavy sigh, Jamie stepped out of her room and walked towards the living room to see Luke patiently waiting. When their eyes met, Jamie couldn’t help but smile.
“You look great,” he said.
“Yeah, right. I look great? Look at you. I see the leather jacket has made its appearance again tonight.”
Luke chuckled, “I know you like my leather jacket.”
“You’re correct. I do.”
He smiled, kissing her cheek as he watched her put her shoes on.
“So, I was thinking we go to the annual summer fair tonight. Play some games. Allow me to win you some things. Eat the greasiest food known to man…” Luke suggested.
Jamie smiled, “You know what? That actually sounds like an amazing idea.”
Luke kept a hold of Jamie’s hand throughout the ride to the fair. He would absently brush his thumb against the back of her hand, enjoying the way her smaller hand fit against his larger one. Even in casual clothing, she was still so beautiful.
After he parked the car in the very crowded parking lot, Luke stepped out with Jamie by his side. They walked to the entrance of the fair and Luke instantly paid for their tickets without question.
Slowly, Luke wrapped his arm around Jamie’s shoulders and allowed her to snuggle closer. They had just met last night and yet, there was a sudden affinity that he felt for her and he didn’t know why it was happening so quickly.
“Anything you want to do first?” Luke asked.
Jamie looked up at him, nodding. She spotted a row of photo booths and dragged him to vacant one. Luke stepped inside first, taking a seat at the small bench. Instead of allowing Jamie to sit next to him, he tugged on her hand and placed her onto his lap.
Jamie stiffened immediately before she felt his hand on her upper thigh, rubbing it softly to soothe her.
Luke placed the exact amount of change to start the photo booth and after picking a border with hearts surrounding it, the photo booth began its countdown for the first picture.
“What do we do?!” Jamie exclaimed happily.
Luke arched a brow, “Silly face!”
Just as the countdown reached one, Luke and Jamie both made a funny face towards the camera. She giggled afterwards, her arm coming around Luke’s shoulders.
As the countdown began for the second photo, Luke took initiative once more and kissed her cheek, causing her to shut her eyes and grin broadly.
Jamie returned the favor and kissed his cheek on the third photo.
On the fourth photo, Luke cupped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers until the flash went off. He smiled once he pulled away.
“Okay, last photo… What do you want to do?” Jamie asked.
“How about we take a decent one with us staring at the camera?” Luke suggested.
Jamie nodded, smiling directly at the camera once the countdown began. The flash went off and she grinned, kissing his temple before she got off his lap to retrieve the strip of photos outside of the booth.
Once it printed, Jamie took the strip and immediately smiled. It turned out great.
“I’d say that’s a keeper,” he smiled, looking over her shoulder.
Jamie nodded, placing it safely into her purse. Luke took her hand and laced their fingers together, leading her to one of the many games that always seemed impossible to win at.
“I swear, these games are set up for people to fail,” Jamie teased.
“Have some faith, will ya?” Luke smiled, paying the worker for three shots at the basket.
Luke skillfully bounced the basketball onto the ground, preparing himself for the shot he was going to take. Jamie watched with a content look on her face. She found herself enjoying this man’s presence.
After the third missed shot, Luke cursed under his breath.
“Damn it. I’m sorry, Jamie.”
“Sorry? Why? Watching you at least try and win me something is more than enough for me,” she reassured.
Luke gave a half-smile. “How about you go ahead and try?”
“What? I can’t shoot a basketball!”
“Oh, come on. Everyone can shoot a basketball. I’ll even help you out.” Luke paid the worker for just one shot.
Once the ball was placed in Jamie’s hands, Luke immediately stood behind her. He placed his hands onto her hips to direct her in a certain position that could guarantee a winning shot.
“All right. You’ve got your body position right. Now, place one hand here,” Luke said, his front absently grazing against her backside as he grabbed one hand to place onto the ball in front of her. “And the other here,” he continued, grabbing her other to place at the side of the ball.
“Now, bend down and just release the ball when you’re comfortable. Use your legs to help you jump up and give you power,” Luke advised.
Jamie nodded, far too distracted from the close proximity. When he stepped back to give her space, Jamie decided to take a deep breath. She bent her legs, bending down just slightly before jumping off of her feet and releasing the basketball into the air.
Within seconds, Jamie watched as the ball went into the net with a quiet swish. Luke grinned, picking her up with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He kissed her cheek and held her tightly against him for a moment.
“You did it!” he exclaimed.
“I did… Thanks to you,” Jamie replied, pecking his lips.
“What prize would you like?” the worker asked.
Luke set her back onto her feet, watching her bite her lower lip in thought.
“Mm… This one.” Jamie pointed at a stuffed lion, thanking the worker once it was handed to her. She smiled down at the stuffed animal, holding it tightly against her chest.
“We make a great team,” Luke said.
“We do. You make a great teacher too.”
“I can teach you more than that, if you’d like,” he winked playfully.
“Oh, yes. I’d love to learn all your secrets, Mr. Vaughn.”
He narrowed his eyes, “I’ll be happy to share them with you.”
Jamie bit her lower lip and felt his strong arm wrap around her waist. He led her to one of the many food trucks and slowly decided to stand behind her. His arms moved to wrap around her frame, holding her securely against his chest.
She leaned back against him and smiled to herself, shutting her eyes and reveling in the comfort of being in his arms. It had been a while since she felt this relaxed.
“What do you want to eat?” Luke asked.
Jamie turned her head to kiss his cheek, smiling. “Want to be a couple of teenagers and share a milkshake together?”
He looked into her eyes, arching a brow. “If that’s what you want, then yes.”
“What do you want?” Jamie asked.
“Honestly? I want you, but I can’t necessarily have you right here.”
She bit her lower lip anxiously. “I don’t sleep on the first date.”
“Technically, it’s the second date,” Luke corrected teasingly.
“Smartass,” Jamie laughed.
“Let’s grab food. We can share a milkshake, too.”
“Oh, how sweet of you,” she teased.
After Luke bought their food, they decide to sit at a small table. He sat next to her, kissing her cheek as his arm remained wrapped around her waist. He found himself staring at her longer than he should have.
She took a few fries from his plate and lifted it to her lips, smiling over at him. They ate in a comfortable silence, the sounds of the countless games, the rides, and the laughter surrounding the couple allowed her to relax even further.
“I’m having a great time,” Luke mumbled, wiping his lips after he finished swallowing his food.
“Me too. It’s been such a long time since I’ve been to one of these fairs. It’s kind of nice.”
“Well, you won something and not many people can say that when they leave a fair like this one,” he replied.
“You make a good point,” she smiled. “But I had tons of help from you, so we won it together.”
Luke grinned. His last relationship with his ex-wife had ended horribly and he had forgotten what it was like to be treated right. He was constantly working to make sure that his daughter had the best treatment she could receive and now that she was better, he could ease up on the workload.
However, now that he was interested in Jamie, Luke was more than ready to spend most of his time with her.
After they finished eating, Luke stood to throw their trash away. He walked back to the table holding a small cup of milkshake with two straws. Sitting next to her, Luke smiled and motioned for her to take the first sip.
“You actually listened,” Jamie smiled, sipping the milkshake.
“Yes, of course I did.”
They both drink from the same cup, staring into each other’s eyes like they were a couple of teenagers stuck in the trance of puppy love. She giggled quietly at the thought, pulling back to wipe her lips.
“What’s funny?” he asked.
“I’m sure we look like a couple who can’t get enough of each other,” she replied.
“That’s partially true.”
“Partially?”
“Yes. We can’t get enough of each other, but we’re technically not a couple. Yet.”
Jamie smiled, pecking his lips. “Thank you for tonight.”
“It’s no problem. I’m enjoying my time with you,” Luke smiled.
“Me too. It’s nice to relax and have good company for once.”
He stood up, tossing the empty cup into the trash before Luke took her hand. He led her to the Ferris wheel and stepped inside the seat. Jamie followed quickly, sitting down next to him once the worker shut the door.
As the ride began, Jamie snuggled close to his side. She shivered absently and almost instantly, Luke placed his leather jacket around her shoulders once more.
He was such a gentleman.
Once they were at the top, the ride stopped. Jamie rested her cheek against his shoulder and sighed contentedly.
“Can I see you again?” Luke asked quietly.
Jamie lifted her head, looking into his eyes. “I would be upset if you didn’t.”
Luke grinned, flashing her his dimples.
After the ride on the Ferris wheel, Jamie offered to go home. Luke was more than ready to go back to her place. She had been moving closer to him than what he was used to and her hands would continuously run up along his arm.
He knew that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
Back at her apartment, Luke walked her to her front door. Once she opened the door to her apartment, Jamie extended a hand and gently took his own.
“Do you want to come in, Luke?” she asked.
Luke nodded, “If that’s okay with you…”
“More than okay with me.”
Luke stepped inside her apartment, shutting the door behind him and locking it securely. As he turned around to face her, he noticed that she had removed his leather jacket and began leading him to her bedroom.
His eyes immediately dropped to her backside once more. It looked great in the leggings that she was wearing. Hesitantly, Luke extended a hand out to rest on her butt. He bit his lower lip when he didn’t feel any panty lines and assumed she was wearing a lacy thong.
Jamie shivered against his touch, gently pushing him onto the edge of her bed once they made it to her bedroom. She slowly removed her t-shirt and her leggings, kicking it off to the side. Her eyes fell to the bulge in his jeans, watching as his hand slowly palmed over his crotch.
As she stood, clad in her laced undergarments, Jamie took a step forward to stand between his legs. She gasped once he felt his lips come in contact with her abdomen. His hands ran along the curves of her body and groaned when his lips touched her soft, smooth skin.
Jamie reached down to grab the ends of his shirt, lifting it above his head and breaking the contact of his lips with her body. But just as the t-shirt dropped to the floor, Luke’s hands came up to unclasp her bra.
His lips with the added pleasure of his beard grazing her skin caused her to groan quietly. Her body was on fire with the need for Luke to give her what she needed.
Once the bra hit the carpeted floor, Luke slowly dragged his lips lightly across her skin. Immediately, he latched his lips onto her nipple and flicked his tongue repeatedly at the bud. He felt it harden between his lips, using his free hand to massage the unattended breast to give both equal amount of attention.
Jamie moaned, tossing her head back and arching her back towards his ministrations. She ran her fingertips down his arms, grazing the flexed muscles. She felt his free hand tuck a few fingers into the waistband of her thong and slowly slide it down her legs. Once she was exposed for him to see, Luke pulled back and let his eyes take in her beautiful body.
Jamie blushed, slightly embarrassed that she was the only one naked.
Luke must have known what she was thinking because before she knew it, he had kicked off his jeans and boxers. Jamie gasped at the sight of his well-endowed manhood. It was erect and when she wrapped her hand around it, she could feel the warmth and the veins throbbing with need.
“I need you,” Jamie pleaded.
“You’ve got me, Jamie,” Luke reassured.
Slowly, Jamie straddled his lap. She rested her knees at either side of his hips. She felt his dick graze her soaking heat, impatiently waiting to be sheathed into her tight abyss. She lifted her hips slightly, holding his member in alignment with her opening.
Luke’s arms wrap around her frame tightly, holding her close to his chest in the most intimate way possible. His hands ran along her back absently, waiting for her to slide down onto him.
Without another second to waste, Jamie slid down onto his member, gasping as each inch made its way into her tight hole.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, taking her time until he filled her to the hilt.
Luke rested his forehead against her collarbone, breathing heavily against her body as they remained sitting at the edge of the bed for a moment.
Slowly, Jamie began to lift herself, causing his member to reappear and disappear into her depths in slow movements. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, her fingers running through his hair at the nape of his neck.
Her movements were slow and attentive, reveling in the feel of him sliding against her walls. Jamie made sure to slide down onto him completely. She was full of him and it felt amazing. Luke also didn’t mind the slow thrusts, but he was sure that he was going to take charge soon.
His hands slowly dropped to grasp her backside, guiding her along his length. Her tight walls grasped his member in a tight vice, causing him to bite down onto her collarbone at how good it felt to be inside of her.
“Jamie…” he groaned.
Suddenly, Luke wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly rolled her onto her back. He thrusted his hips upwards, watching as their hips touched from the sudden movement. He remained still, his fingertips running up her body to grasp both of her breasts.
“Luke…”
At the sound of his name escaping her lips, Luke decided to finally pick up the pace. As much as he wanted to remain buried inside of her, his dick was throbbing with the longing ache to reach his climax. He was sure that Jamie was also more than ready to reach her own.
Luke’s hips slam into hers repeatedly. He felt her breasts bounce against his grasp, watching as her face contorted into an expression of pleasure.
Jamie’s eyes had fallen shut and her hands moved to grip the bedsheets in a tight grip that her knuckles began to turn white. Her toes curled with each movement. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, causing her legs to tighten around his waist and pull him closer.
Luke’s thrusts began to quicken. He stared down at her as the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly urged him to continue his assault on her core.
“Fuck, Jamie…” Luke grunted, dropping his hands to her hips to hold her steady. He could feel her slowly begin to tighten around his dick and it was pleasant.
Luke knew that he was going to need more. He was going to want to keep her forever. He was going to protect her and keep her safe.
Jamie gasped, their skin slapping against one another simply added to pleasure that was beginning to take over her body in a form of her climax.
Suddenly, she felt his thumb graze her clit and that was all that was needed for her to reach her high. Jamie’s body shook with the intense pleasure that ran through her veins. She shut her eyes tightly and pulled him close with a digging of her heel against his lower back. She kept him against her as she rolled her hips upwards to ride out her climax.
Luke’s eyes fluttered as he felt her tightened walls grind against his manhood. He pressed her hips down onto the bed and slammed into her a few more times before he pulled out to release along her lower abdomen.
Jamie tried to catch her breath, reaching up lazily to run her fingertips across his stubbly cheek and jawline. She felt him climb off the bed and she slowly opened her eyes halfway to watch him go into her bathroom and retrieve a strip of toilet paper.
Luke carefully cleaned his own release from her skin, smiling down at her. Her hair was splayed along her pillows and Luke couldn’t help but watch the rise and fall of her chest.
He climbed back into bed and pulled her into his arms. Luke smiled to himself when he felt her snuggling against him.
“That was nice…” Jamie smiled.
“It was. And we’re definitely doing it again,” Luke winked, kissing the crown of her head.
