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Jealous! Finn Wolfhard Headcanons
First of all, he hates that he gets jealous. He knows it’s irrational sometimes, but he can’t help the twist in his chest when someone makes you laugh that much, or looks at you for too long.
He's not the type of person who likes to be seen jealous around people. His specialties are death stares and sarcasm.
When another actor gets a little too comfortable with you on set, Finn suddenly appears beside you—arm brushing yours, hand resting on your lower back.
During interviews, if the interviewer focuses too much on your chemistry with another actor, Finn starts fiddling with his fingers, bouncing his knee, playing with his hair a bit too much and answering questions a little sharper and more briefly than usual.
When he’s jealous, he becomes extra affectionate in private. If someone is too nice with you in his presence, just expect long hugs and a lot of kisses for later.
He apologizes afterward. Always.
“I know I was weird earlier. I just… I really care about you.”
Deep down, his jealousy comes from fear—not of losing you to someone better, but of not being seen like he's enough in a world that’s always watching. Finn is not a toxic type, he just needs to be reassured. And just a look from you or the slightest form of attention you give to him, manage to calm him down and gain his well know self confidence
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On The Edge - Will Smith x reader (Jealous bf smut)
Summary: Celebrating at an after party doesn't go smoothly. Not when a fellow hockey player, Jack Hughes, hits on Will Smith's fiance. Then he makes a jab about his career. Will has to get his aggression out somehow, and it's only you at the end of the night.
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: Violence, harsh language, consensual rough sex, daddy, if you like Jack Hughes skip this one
A/N: This one won the poll! So here you go, you lovely freaky-deaky babes!<3
I smirked as I met the bouncing blond in one of the backrooms of the large center for the after awards party. “You did great, babe.”
He laughed under his breath and wrapped an arm around my shoulders to bring me into him. “I was nervous and it was hard to find you in the crowd.”
“But you always do well no matter what. And always look good too.” I especially love this white button up with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and black form-fitting dress pants combo on him. He’d left his blazer at the valet. He manages to make me feel a type of way, even when I don’t necessarily want it.
“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows up and down jokingly and pressed his lips to my temple. “Later, babe. I promise.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew he was serious though. He’ll joke, but if he adds ‘I promise’ or something along the lines of that, I’m done for.
“Hey, I’m going to get us drinks. Want your usual?” Will spoke into my ear.
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
His hand trailed down my arm and gave mine a squeeze before he disappeared through the people. I felt awkward on my own now. Other than Will, some of his teammates, and his family, I didn’t personally know anyone here. His parents and siblings went home and essentially left me to fend for myself and navigate the center.
Maybe I’ll find one of his teammates…
I spotted Trevor Zegras and about shit my pants. Literally one of my all time favorite hockey players on this planet. I’ve watched every game he’s done, including his most recent and follow his merch line. I felt my heart skip a beat thinking about approaching him, but I may never get the opportunity to again. What the fuck do I even say?
Despite my brain blanking, I took a deep breath and made my way to talk to him. I cleared the notch in my throat when I reached him and his gorgeous girlfriend. “Hi Trevor. Uhm… I don’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan.”
He turned a professional, yet genuine smile on me. “Hi, thank you. What’s the name?”
I smiled. “(y/n).”
“Oh shit, wait. You’re with Smitty, right? I thought you looked familiar.” He reached a hand out for me to shake.
I blushed, suddenly embarrassed by this. It was true. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.
“Yeah.”
Trever boasted a smile. “Congrats on the engagement!”
“You’re… Congratulating me?” My jaw dropped. This wasn’t real. “I should be saying that to you! The Flyers are in round 2 for the cup. All because of that hat trick you pulled in game seven.”
He laughed, brushing back his long hair. “Thank you so much! Uhm…” He started to pat his pockets and then his girlfriend, Athena, handed him a marker from her clutch. He shyly smirked and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, babe.”
He turned back to me. “Let me sign something for you!”
Fucking hell. I was coming off as a total freak fan, wasn’t I? Where was Smitty when I needed him? He’d make this less awkward. Or Macklin. He’s a little socially awkward outside the rink, but he was a good buffer for someone like me.
I chewed on my bottom lip. “I don’t-”
“I’ve got a few cards, hold on,” Athena said, her voice like a comfortable breeze. She was used to this, prepared, and didn’t seem to mind? Or she was really good at acting. And she made me, a fiance to a hockey star, look like a terrible significant other. I was never prepared for fans to approach us, when and if they did. It’s a shock that Will wants to marry me, honestly.
Trevor handed me a trading card with him posing on it and his signature. I held it like it was the golden treasure from a long lost city. I needed to frame this before I somehow destroyed it.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“Not a problem at all. I would take a photo too, but you know… No phones allowed. I’ll see you around, (y/n).” He winked before splitting off with Athena on his arm. I’d have to file that interaction away under the cringe folder. I didn’t want to think about it too much. I still didn’t know how to behave normally around all-star athletes, any celebrity really.
And once again, I’m alone. I craned my neck around to try and find Will. How long did it take to get a drink? Damn. A sea of faces, smiling and laughing in their own conversations. None of them I knew and could attempt to join.
“Excuse me, you look lost.”
My head whipped in the direction of the voice and my eyes went slightly wide. Jack fucking Hughes. This was an actual nightmare. I tried to not stare at his chipped tooth, however it was satisfying to see in person. Fucking deserved that puck to the face.
I laughed. “I’m not, but it kinda feels like it. There’s so many people I don’t know.”
“Me too. I’m hoping I can get to know you.” He chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling, and he took a sip of the beer in his hand. Then he handed me the other one he had. “I’m Jack Hughes.”
I’m not going to acknowledge the fact that he just hit on me and bought me a drink.
I set the drink down on a tray of a waitress walking by to get it as far away as possible. I was a dumbass, but I wasn’t an idiot. Also, I wanted to show the shiner on my ring finger for him to get a hint. The lighting in the room was abysmal though; purposefully dimmed down for a moody experience.
“Smooth, Jack. I’m (y/n). What brings you to this after party alone?”
I was possibly teasing for my own entertainment. Some hockey players hated not getting recognized and acknowledged. Jack Hughes was for sure one of them.
His nose flared slightly before he replaced it with another flashy grin. “I’m a forward for the Devils. I was up for an award. And my date ditched me.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Harsh." I cocked my head sideways. "Did you win?”
“No,” he remarked, licking his lips. Then he took a huge swig from his beer. “What about you?"
This guy, I swear. There’s no way he didn’t know. If Trevor knew, Jack had to know. I swallowed down the prickling sensation crawling up my back. Everyone here probably knows since Will posted on Instagram earlier this week.
I felt a warming presence beside me and looked over to see Will finally back with our drinks. “This guy and his team, the San Jose Sharks.”
Will handed me the red bull and vodka he’d probably overpaid for.
Jack didn’t look the least bit intimidated as he reached his hand out. “Jack Hughes.”
“Will Smith.” He shook his hand, every muscle in his forearm tensed, before wrapping his arm around my waist. He took a drink from his bottle.
“So,” I cleared my throat, “What kind of person would leave you high and dry tonight?”
“A friend who was pretending to be my date so I didn’t look like loser here. Some player from the Bruins approached her and she was gone.”
“Wow, you ended up being a loser twice tonight?” I arched a brow and sipped some of the drink through the tiny black straw as I eyed him. Maybe I was having too much fun with this interaction and how Will was reacting to it.
It was all so ridiculous. Especially with the whole Trevor Zegras meeting happening moments before it. Jack Hughes was someone I could talk to because I didn’t fawn over him. Not an ounce of me liked him.
“Yeah, rough night for me so far... Maybe my luck will turn around later though.” Jack bit his lip and eyed me up and down. They were disgustingly glazed over. I felt like I needed to take a shower immediately. He was definitely trying despite the obvious fact I was here with someone. Engaged to a hockey player.
Silently, Will’s grip on my waist tightened and I glanced as he took another drink and looked in a different direction. He was jealous, I could sense it. And probably annoyed by Jack’s presence too.
“I wouldn’t press your luck, Hughes.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It never hurts to try. Can’t win if you don’t make the shot in the first place, y’know? Where are you from, gorgeous?”
“Boston. Born and raised,” I replied shortly and rested my hand on Smitty’s. His calloused thumb overlapped mine, pressing into the divot lightly. Shit. He truly never acted like this. It had to be because it’s this guy of all people.
“Boston?” He raised his brows in, probably fake, interest. “You’re not automatically a Bruins fan? Ain’t that against the culture there?" He leaned in closer. "I like a girl who likes to piss off other people.”
“No.” I chugged the rest of my drink and slammed the glass down on the table nearby. “Look, it was…” Nope, not nice. Not pleasant. “Kinda cool talking, but we gotta go.”
His face fell a bit and he hesitated on the next question. “Can I get your number? For later, I mean."
Now, Will broke and moved me behind him. “Really, Hughes? You have the audacity to ask that when I’m right here? No, you can’t have it.”
Jack actually smirked and crossed his arms. “Baby shark afraid that she’ll give it to me?”
Will got up close and personal in his face. A stature I’d never seen him do before; he’s not a violent person, protective maybe, but not violent. Smitty was taller, and he’d been hitting the gym way more so everywhere was pure, solid muscle. And tons of it.
“Get this through that thick skull of yours, she’s not going to give it to you. Even if she wasn’t engaged to me.”
“That’s not stopped a girl before.” He looked around Will’s shoulder at me with a nasty grin. “I can give you something he can’t.”
Will scoffed, “Like what? A life of you cheating on her and jail time?”
“What the fuck you just say?” Jack’s broken tooth looked normal in his sneer. He sized Will up and down, his hands clenching into fists.
And this is exactly why people didn’t like him on and off the ice; he couldn’t control his egotistical temper. He knew exactly how to get under people’s skin, even the calmest ones like Will.
“You heard me, Hughes.”
“I’d watch that bum shoulder of yours next season. Might put you out for good.”
Will’s nose flared wide, jaw setting, and his lips pursed tightly. He ran a hand through his hair. “Make sure you find a better dentist. I might accidentally hit a puck in your direction. Again.”
I was quick to get between the two. “Woah!”
Okay, this wasn’t fun anymore. And I definitely felt myself sway from the liquor swirling in my empty stomach. Oh no.
“Is there a problem here?” I heard a familiar voice ask and I was thankful to see Macklin with Misa beside him.
Jack spat, “Yeah, your teammate is a lying pussy.” Then his eyes set on me. “I didn’t want your number anyway. I only tried because you looked easy.” And if that wasn’t enough, he muttered under his breath, “Stupid ugly cunt.”
Will has never hit anyone off the ice. He rarely hit anyone on the ice. He was known for his cool demeanor, his ability to navigate any situation with effortless confidence. That fact changed in a millisecond as his knuckles scraped across Jack’s scruff.
And then he did it again, keeping him close with a fistful of his polo. I swear one of his other teeth flew in the opposite direction. There was another punch and this time a crunch sound followed. I wasn’t sure who it was from. Jack didn’t have a fighting chance with how much force Will threw.
“Smitty, hey man, stop!” Macklin reasoned, terror woven in his tone. “He’s not worth it!”
It took a lot more than just Mack to pull Will off Hughes. And when they did, holy shit. Jack wasn’t even close to getting up soon.
Blood smattered all over his face, his eyes already swelling up. There was an obvious split lip. If I was a betting woman, a broken nose would be discovered after an X-Ray.
Macklin’s eyes were wide, staring at Will’s fist and shirt. They were painted with Jack’s blood. Will stayed silent, breathing heavily, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see his hand shaking, however it wasn’t due to being scared. At least, I didn’t think so.
“Shit, dude,” Mack breathed.
“What got into you?” Toff scolded. “This isn’t like you, Smitty.”
Toff had jumped in to help Mack and Misa. Yes, it took three grown men to wrangle Will Smith.
Will sniffed, ran his tongue across his bottom lip, and shook his head. His lips were sealed.
Macklin looked over his shoulder at the security guards and what looked like an emergency medical staff person entering the room. “Fuck!" He raked his hands through is brown locks. "(y/n), you gotta get Will out of here.”
“What?” I sputtered. “Why?”
He rested his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. “Get your asses out of here. Will can’t risk getting in trouble, his contract is on the line.”
My heart short circuited, along with my brain. I felt my lips move, but I couldn't hear what I was saying. “What do you mean, Mack?”
“His new contract isn’t final yet. If the GM gets a whiff of this, he’s gonna get traded for sure. None of us want that, okay?”
His new contract isn’t final yet. This was it. This is what actually broke my fiance. And he didn’t talk to me about it. Why?
“Okay?” Macklin pushed, shaking my entire body.
I nodded. “Okay, yeah.”
“Good. Go, go, go.”
Carefully, I took Will’s good hand and tugged him towards the opposite direction. In the distance, I could hear,
“What the hell happened here? Who hit him?”
“We’re not sure, the guy ran off before we could get a good look. We think it was a fan that managed to sneak in,” Mack answered, not a lick of a quiver in his voice.
We waited outside for the valet to bring around his truck. Without a word, I handed Will his blazer and he slipped it on, closing the button to cover evidence. When his vehicle finally arrived, I got in after he held the door open for me.
It was dead silent as he began the drive back.
“Was that really about Jack being an asshole to me or was it about your contract?” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat, blinking my eyes a few times to erase the water. The adrenaline plummeting and alcohol were definitely getting to me.
Will didn’t reply as he kept looking straight ahead. His set features, that were normally soft, looked stricken in the street lights as we passed under them. His bruised hand gripped the top of the steering wheel as he reached over his other to rest on my knee.
Okay, then.
***
As we entered the apartment, I shot Will a hard look. “Seriously, Will. Please talk to me.”
“Bedroom. Now.”
I was taken back by his stringent tone. He wanted total dominance. He needed it.
“Wi-”
“(y/n), I’m not kidding. Go.”
That sparked in me and I did as he said. Without another word, I went upstairs and down the hallway decorated in art and family photos. It was thickly quiet aside from our footfalls on the wood floors.
He ordered, “Stop right there.”
My feet stopped just past the doorframe to our room, toes of my heels brushing along our plush rug. It wasn’t there for only grounding our space to feel like a home. If you can catch my drift. My mind tried to piece together where he’d decide our fated fuck would be.
I was partial to the firmness of the floor, Will usually leaned for the softness of our mattress. He liked to be rough, but not harsh. There was a distinction to him. So, if his own lips didn’t utter where, it was up to me to feel what he wanted. For once, I was completely in the dark, not in sync with him.
His fingers slowly pulled down the zipper of the sage dress I was wearing; I hadn’t worn a bra with it. Then he pushed the straps down, which caused the silky garment to slide off my body without permission. The air hitched in my throat, goosebumps breezing up my arms. There was only one small, hot breath on the back of my neck. A signal that he’d allow the fabric’s falter.
“Keep the heels on,” his lips whispered next to my ear. It sent delicious shivers down my spine.
I nodded, then carefully stepped out of the dress and flicked it aside.
His warm breath was still as he placed a butterfly kiss on my neck. “Get on all four and look back.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, not daring to show it on my shoulders.
I walked over to the bed and bent over teasingly, sticking my butt well in the air. I smirked, looking over my shoulder. I bit my lip as he untucked the white shirt and began to unbutton it. “I didn’t say to do that.”
“Did you want this...” I crawled forward on my hands and knees onto the navy blue, silk sheets. “Daddy?”
I noticed his jaw tightened and he let out a slow and low breath. He removed the black belt that had a silver buckle from his pants and kept it in his hand. The hand that caused another man to bleed and break. Before tonight, it had only broken me in bed.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” I cocked a brow. The more I tease, the harder he’ll fuck. The more frustration he’ll let out; This was the true secret as to why he was the easy-going Will Smith to the public. It’s consensual obviously, I had frustrations and anxieties to release too. In our own, fucked up, safe way with love and support.
Maybe he’ll tell me what the fuck’s going on with his contract after.
“What I want is for you to be a good girl. Not a disobedient brat. Look forward and close your eyes.”
Before I closed my eyes, they grazed over the photo of us on a beach in Tahiti. One of the first trips we took together and the first time we’d actually had sex; a completely different experience from then to now.
“I want you to count to five.”
There was a shocking coldness on my upper back and I felt it run all the way down before there was a smack on my right ass cheek. I barely made a sound as my body jolted forward slightly.
“One,” I mumbled.
“Louder,” he demanded and whacked my ass again, slightly harder this time. Fuck.
I licked my lips. “Two.”
Then there was another smack and I continued to count. By the fifth one, I winced out a moan and tried to relax my tense muscles.
I looked back at Will. “More, daddy. Please.”
He shook his head, setting the belt on the bed. “No, baby.” His normally bright blue eyes were dark, brooding with a deep sea that washed him down. This better fix him.
I watched as he removed and tossed aside his last item of clothing. I tried not to laugh at the tight black underwear he was wearing. He only ever wore them with suits; a change from his patterned boxers. His Greek god body made them look like a fucking tiny Speedo.
“Laughing at me?” he tested with a cocked brow.
I stifled a laugh and nodded. “Mmhm, babe.”
“I’m gonna let that one slide.” He moved his body over top of mine, his bulge hit my lower back, and he whispered deeply in his enticing, gravelly voice, “for now.”
I licked my lips and my breathing hitched as I felt him place kisses all down my back and then on each ass cheek. He slowly pulled down the black lace before he continued to leave his hot lips there and his hand covered my growing heat. A finger began to draw circles on my clit and I tried to not let my body shake too much and bend forward to break my stance. He pressed harder now at a rougher speed.
“Shit,” I breathed.
My breaths came out short and I swallowed hard to try and catch it. My back arched up at the pleasure of his two fingers entering. He managed to keep his work on my clit and pulse his fingers in and out of me. When he hit close to the spot and curled his fingers a bit, I had to cave forward and rest on my elbows.
“Oh God,” I panted.
There was a teasing chuckle. “Thought you could beat me at this game?”
“Maybe,” I replied, earning me another curling pressure.
“Hmm? What was that?”
I shook my head and looked back at him. “No, daddy. No.”
There was an in-charge smirk about his lips and the scruff he had going on turned me on more. “Get back up and stay up.”
I was still shaking from before, but forced myself to get back on my hands and my arms felt wobbly, though in a good way.
“Good. Brace yourself, baby girl. Trust me.”
I held onto his words as I felt a hand trail down my back, down my thigh, and around to the front for my clit. I knew this was not it though. He teased me with his tip a few seconds before he pushed himself in, hard.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as he held there for a moment.
He chuckled. “I told you. Move forward more.”
He stayed connected and moved with me so his knees rested on the bed. Now, he pulled out and thrusted in again without warning. I moaned with every single one as he kept going. He used every muscle in that strong body of his to pound me into an oblivion.
I loved it.
“Oh god… Yes.” I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip.
A hand encased around my neck and forced me to be upright. Then it stayed there as another played with my breasts and made sure to rub over my highly sensitive nipples. He teased them between his fingertips with pinches.
He left more sensual kisses on my neck and he grunted with another thrust, “Say my name.”
My hands found their way to his bare, thick thighs. I was getting so close to my insides exploding. I grunted a moan as my head went back.
His grip tightened on my neck, his thumb and pointer hitting the softest indents. “Say it.”
“Will!” I choked out as both of us stilled and my entire being held onto his large cock that filled me so perfectly. Every deep curve of his abs flexed against me.
He nipped my ear before letting go and I sagged forward. I was smiling blissfully. Will rolled me onto my back and hovered his heavy weight over me. It was suffocating, however intoxicating too and I craved more of it.
“That’s not my name.” He kissed me on the lips, deepening it within seconds. He took the belt now, wrapped it around my wrists, and forced my hands above my head. “Don’t move.”
A moment later, he shoved himself inside me again. Instinctively, my arms moved down a bit and Will used a hand to push them back up. “What did I say?”
I bit my lip to stop a giggle. “Don’t move.”
“Good.” He moved to kiss me on the lips again and thrusted in again. He mercilessly ripped into me and riveted my G-spot. He was panting as he kept going. The heat made me want to pass out, but Will kept me in check.
“Say my name,” he breathed into my ear.
I shook my head and needed something to grab onto. I was overwhelmed by the rippling, aching pleasure. “I-I can’t.”
“Do it, (y/n).” He ordered with another pound. One more and I was gone. Again.
Last second, Will let go of his hold on my hands. I hooked my arms around his neck as my nails dug into his shoulder blades. “Daddy!” I shook terribly as he filled me for the second time tonight.
He kissed under my ear. “Good job, baby.”
Will snuggled his face into my neck with a sigh and left his heavy body overlapping mine. After a while, I figured it’d be safe to remove the belt from my wrists and I kicked my heels off. Then I stared up at the ceiling as I played with his hair.
“You’re mine, baby. I love you,” he murmured.
“I know... I love you too.” I paused, blowing a small breath between my lips. “We both know this wasn’t about Jack… Why didn’t you tell me about your contract?”
“It could be both,” Will countered.
I snorted, resting on fingers along his jaw. I glanced down at him. His eyes were closed. “If we’re going to get married, we have to be completely honest, babe. Up to this point, I thought we were.”
His arms tightened around me as he sighed heavily. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you… It’s embarrassing? I’ve had a fantastic start to my hockey career with the Sharks, hoped it would always be here, and then they want to possibly trade me? All probably due to the injury last season.”
My lips brushed his forehead. “Players get traded all the time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn’t reflect poorly on you, however beating the shit out of someone does.”
“You’re right, I know. I think… I was scared too. You gave up everything to support me here. For us. Suddenly it felt like it might be for nothing. And Jack made that comment about my shoulder and next season. I spiraled inside.”
I laced my fingers with his purpling ones. “Which is unlike you. When you feel that happening again, talk to me. We’ve always figured it out together. It’s you and I against everything, remember?”
“I promise I will.” He opened his eyes to look at me and brought my hand to his lips. “You and I, baby.”
“How’s your hand feel?” I cocked a brow, bringing it closer to me again to analyze it. Nothing looked inherently broken.
He chuckled under his breath. “Sore, but it’ll be fine.” His laugh stopped shortly, water notably brimming his eyes. “Fuck, I hope Hughes is alright. I don’t like the guy, but… shit, I fucked up. I’m sure someone saw it.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around his head and legs around his torso. “I know.” My lips pressed into his hair as his body shook a little, tears pooled on my skin, his adrenaline finally letting go of his body.
“It’ll be okay, baby. We’re gonna figure this out.”
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sooo you know how you wrote jealous bf x reader...would you ever considered writing the same reader witnessing someone flirting with jealous bf and flipping the roles on him?
On a crunch time so I'll just write some shortsie stuff for this ^^
I think jealous bf would want to see what reader would do before he acts. They'd be at a bar together, maybe reader went to the bathroom only to come back and find another pair of hands trying to roam against their boyfriend's shirt, a new untouched drink on the counter that this mystery person is tempting him to drink. Malachi would purposefully entertain them, subconsciously testing reader to see what they would do. Do they love him enough to stake their claim? How far are they willing to go, as far as he would?
I imagine reader wouldn't be as aggressive as Malachi-- likely stunned for a moment, before coming up and trying to drag him away.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Reader might ask, feigning cluelessness while wrapping his free hand in both of theirs, gently pulling him away from the bar rat.
"Nothing, just waiting for you. Seems i've caught the eye of a few others."
He'd prod, trying to invoke a reaction out of reader, not letting this sink into unspoken discussion like so many things between them do. He wanted, needed, you to verbalize your thoughts on watching him potentially get snatched up like a prize for the taking. He'd never betray or abandon you like that, but what did you think?
"Yeah? Maybe we should start wearing rings whenever we go out then."
Reader would joke, but the idea strikes Malachi so wonderfully that he won't hesitate to start shopping for garishly obvious promise rings for you both to sport before the night is over.
If it was a friend of reader's who kept pushing themselves onto Malachi or shamelessly flirting, I imagine reader would get pretty pissed, complaining and ranting to Malachi how they had the audacity to act so cutesy around THEIR boyfriend. This, Malachi likes best. He likes seeing reader pissed, upset over someone else wanting him. Makes him feel like maybe he's not the only obsessed, needy one in the relationship. He'll soothe reader, saying he's not going anywhere, that no one could replace them. And yet, the next time someone tries to flirt with him around reader, you won't find him discouraging their advances as obviously as a boyfriend should. He wants you to come in and be his savior.
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Authors note: River lives with Gavin as her father was like a real dad to Gavin. Gavin is overprotective of her and secretly loves her but is too shy to admit it. He's late home from a mission and a worried River heads out.
River's POV:
"... the person you have tried to call is currently unavailable..."
Dammit Gavin! I throw my phone against the headboard of my bed. Why is he so late? He should have been back 2 hours ago!! It's fine... Chill River, he's a professional cop. He can defend himself. But what if he got into trouble on the way home? I anxiously bite my nails, huddled underneath my duvet staring at my phone.
"Gavin... Please be OK..." I sit in silence for another half an hour but still no Gavin. That's it! I'm going out to find him. I throw the covers off of me and run to the door. I pull on my boots, struggling with the buckle, and run out the door.
I make it downstairs, and out into the night. It's cold, I should have taken a jacket. The street lamps are barely working round here. Now which way was the station? Oh right, over... Um.....Crap! I'm lost!
"Hey Little girl..." I swerve on the spot to face the voice. He's a short fat man with a potato nose and beedy eyes. Maybe he's being friendly....? No I'm wearing a long night dress... It was at this moment I knew I had f*ked up. He's deffinately a pervert. I turn to walk away but he grabs my arm. I turn and kick him in the balls.
"Sayonara Sucker!" I salute him and run only to be stopped again by a tall lanky man with a bony body.
"Let me go you lanky Larry!" tf am I saying?! How lame 😅
"How dare she hurt boss?" I try to brake his arm but more arrive all varying degrees of stupidity and ugliness.
"I think we should teach her a lesson."
"No!" then I feel a breeze filled with crunchy leaves blow through my hair which for some reason instantly calms me...it also has a familiar smell a pleasent smell... Of leather? Or perhaps polo's? Wait then it must be...
"Gavin?!" At my reaction, the man holding me turns around to see Gavin floating just above us, and man.... He looks pissed af. Most of the men scatter after seeing him thinking he was an evil spirt, though with the expression on his face they're not entirely off. The man holding me throws me away, I end up landing on the fat old man from earlier, still crying holding his crotch. What a wimp.
I jump and just for good measure kick him again, then while Lanky Larry is distracted trying to doge Gavin's punches I jump on his back (being the short ass that I am) and put him into a headlock. 5...4...3...2...
"One." I jump off him as he hit the ground, I dust my hands of pound but why do I feel..... Scared?
I slowly look up at Gavin, its like there's a shadow.... A type of aura around him. I reach for his arm.
"Gavin are you-" before I reach his arm he grabbed my wrist and began dragging me, to the direction I assume is home.
The walk wasn't pleasent I was being dragged, my feet tripping beneath me. His grip was tight almost hurting me, he was silent. He must be angry but why? I'm the one who should be angry!! We reached our block of flats and he kicked the door open (a little over dramatic if you ask me) and drags me upstairs, with a speed that I had no choice to go faster or I'd trip on the stair.
He opens our flat door and throws me in, as soon as its closed, before I could say anything his lips were on mine. One hand holding my waist and the other holding my wrist. Why is he-?
"Mmph!" He deepened the kiss, letting go of my wrist to hold my head closer. It was as if he was trying to consume my soul.
"Ga-Gavin... Y-you!" He slid his tounge into my mouth, I tried hitting his chest but that only made things worse.. He picked me up and swung me over his back.
"Gavin put me down now!!"
"No, I must show you what happens when you leave yourself defenseless."
I could feel him slightly chuckle at my childish behaviour. Your the childish one here buddy!
He threw me onto the bed, this is very unlike him... As I sat up he pushed me back down, hands on either side of my head. What's wrong with him?
"Ga-Gavin... Are you alright?" I move my hand and cup his cheek stroking his face with my thumb as a tear rolled down. He's... He's crying?
"I'm sorry....i was just..."
He moved closer again, both of our eyes softening as we got closer.
"Scared.... I couldn't find..." Until our noses touched, our lips slightly parted.
"... You."
He seemed to hesitate for a second before I pulled him down. As if a switch went off in his brain, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me fully, our tounges dancing together. I was out of breath, yet he wouldn't stop. Then I felt his hand inching up to my thigh.
"Ga-Gavin?! W.. ait..."
Gavin's POV
She.... Fell asleep? Why is she crying? Did I hurt her? Wait.... Why is my hand? What am I thinking?! No! I push up away from her, what have I done? Dammit! You jealous ass! Why are you even jealous? She was almost molested but why do I...? .... I stand over her, moving a few strands away to reveal her angelic face, so innocent....She's perfect... I open up the covers and shift her small body underneath them.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." I gently kiss her lips once more, careful not to wake her
Phew, done. Thank you for reading sorry if its bad its my first one!
