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anna-hawk · 2 months

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Writer's Block Solution

BJ Rose x implied f!Reader

Summary: You write fanfiction and BJ helps with your writer's block in a very unexpected way.

Rating: E 🔞 // WC: 3,2k

Tags and Warnings: PWP, friends to lovers, very slight Dom/sub undertones, sweet guy turns dominant, unprotected sex, minor angst

A/N: So, I'm sick with the flu and that's when my brain gives me the weirdest ideas. I based this on a trend I saw a while ago on IG and just went with it. If you know the trend, you'll know what I mean while reading. If you don't, that's also fine, as it's a bit embarrassing anyway. In any case, it's silly and maybe BJ is a bit OOC, but who knows how he actually is in the bedroom, right? Right…

Read it on AO3

Reading through your latest paragraph, you huffed angrily, before you selected the whole thing and hit the back button. You drummed your fingers over the space next to the touchpad on your laptop as you thought, before sighing and starting a new paragraph. Again. Ten minutes later, and you were repeating the same process you had over the entire last hour and a half.

“What’s got you this upset?”

Blowing out a loud breath through your lips, you lifted your eyes to your friend, staring at his tall form over the lid of the laptop. BJ was leaning against the door frame, one foot crossed lazily over the other as he looked at you, a dishtowel in one hand. He looked so domestic in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, added to the soft smile and that stupid dishtowel. He was nothing like the man you were trying your hardest to write about in your story. However, people were waiting for the next part, the smutty part, and your brain refused to come up with anything worthwhile. Any positioning you thought of came out wrong, the way the man was talking and seducing his partner felt off. They were supposed to kiss in an intense way before anything more happened, but you couldn’t even get that on paper. On screen. Whatever.

“Writer’s block,” you muttered unhappily, going as far as crossing your arms in front of you like a sulking kid.

Which was ironic, considering that you’d spent the afternoon over at BJ’s looking after Trey while BJ was out training his team. Since you worked from home, you had come with your laptop, and you’d spent the afternoon playing games with Trey or working while he did his own thing. Twenty minutes after BJ had come back, Trey’s best friend had pulled up with his dad to pick him up for a sleepover. Which had led to BJ inviting you to stay over for dinner. While he’d been in the kitchen, you’d excused yourself and sat back down on the living room couch with your story, hit by a bout of inspiration. Which had been kicked out the proverbial window as soon as you’d started writing.

“Anything I can help you with?” BJ asked kindly, throwing the dishtowel over his shoulder.

You stared at him and shrugged. BJ knew what kind of stories you wrote, something that had amused him to no end the first time you’d told him after he’d found your open laptop on your kitchen counter, a very explicit scene staring back at him.

“Dinner’s ready, otherwise, so,” he elongated the last word and clapped his thigh.

“Yeah, I … I don’t know. I’m just so close to getting it right.” You held your index and thumb close together to indicate that you only needed a little push.

BJ observed you for a moment and nodded.

“What’s it about? Are we getting to the good part?” he laughed softly and lifted his eyebrows meaningfully a few times.

You pursed your lips despite his try at humor, and nodded aggressively, which had BJ snorting.

“‘kay, and what’s happening?”

“Well…” you began, only to trail off with some wild hand gestures. “I want the moment to like, really build, you know? Make it intense. And…” You looked at BJ again, and tilted your head to the side thoughtfully. “Actually, they’re…”

You slid the laptop off your thighs and put it onto the couch next to you before you got up and walked over to BJ. He watched you approach with a curious expression, his shoulder still against the door frame.

“Maybe if I get the right perspective, I could write about it better?” you commented thoughtfully, as you stopped in front of him.

“Okay?” He said slowly, waiting you out.

“Right, so, um, basically, what’s happening is that the main character is about to leave the room, but the guy blocks the way. They’re both a bit angry at each other because — never mind why — they just are, and…” you moved closer to BJ, like you wanted to cage him in, with your hand going to the wood behind his head. “He does something like that?” You explained awkwardly, feeling ridiculous and not as sexy as how you had envisioned the moment.

BJ blinked at you for a beat, before he licked his bottom lip consideringly and nodded. A second later, he swiftly moved forward, forcing you back until you were the one hitting the door frame on the other side. One of his hands moved over your head, while the other one went into the pocket of his sweats. He was looming over you. BJ Rose, this kind and sweet dad of a man, was looming over you, his expression intense, his face only a few inches away from yours, as was the rest of his body.

“Like this?” he asked softly. And when had his voice turned so husky?

“Um,” you got out, your eyes wide as you realized how absolutely stupid you had been for asking BJ to act out such a scene with you.

Because while BJ was nothing like the man you were writing about, you didn’t need him to be for you to have developed a giant crush months ago. Since then, you had never let on how you felt about him, since BJ probably only saw you as a friend, no matter how much time you spent together.

“Does he do anything else? Or what happens next?”

You locked eyes with him, but were unable to know what he was thinking. One thing was sure, he wasn’t laughing it off and was actually taking your situation seriously.

“Well, the — um — the main character tries to — um — pull away. But he stops the movement and — and — you know — goes like this?” You tentatively lifted your hand and cupped the back of his head, his skin warm and the short hair at the base of his head feeling soft under your fingers. “But — you know — stronger?” You withdrew your hand, but were still unable to look away from his eyes.

“‘kay, so let’s try?” he suggested far too calmly.

You blinked. Blinked again a few times and… Oh. Really? Well… It would be stupid to stop now, right? This could actually help you write later. Right? Swallowing, you nodded and moved into action. You pushed against his chest with both hands, sending him backwards a couple of steps, visibly catching him by surprise as you hadn’t told him exactly how the character pulled away. BJ was only thrown for a moment because his eyes sharpened, and he was back on you a fraction of a second later. You actually gasped as your back met wood again. What followed was the feeling of BJ’s hands on you, one going to your hip, while the other one went to the back of your neck like you had explained to him. His grip was strong and secure, letting you know that you had nowhere else to go. In the heat of the moment, you hadn’t realized that your hands had gone to grip onto the sides of his sweatshirt, your fingers clenched tight in the material, while your breaths came in short pants. Your next breath caught in your chest as the hand that BJ had over your nape, slid towards your jaw to tilt your head towards his, his lips now barely an inch away from yours. You were completely unable to move, not knowing what was acting and what was the truth. The way BJ was looking at you was so intense that you felt your stomach tighten in anticipation. He didn’t ask what came next, nor did you think that you would have been able to answer him if he had. As you briefly glanced at his lips, almost as if on reflex since they were so close, you saw BJ’s eyes fill with something that had you suddenly moving again. It only took your head leaning forward an inch to be able to press your lips to his. A moment later, BJ was pressing his whole body against yours as he kissed you back with an intensity and want that you hadn’t expected. Your arms went from his sides to around his neck, as his tongue slipped between your parted lips to slide against yours in a hot caress. The hand on your hip moved fully around your waist to pull you closer, while he pressed a knee between your legs. A high-pitched moan escaped you as he had you riding his thigh, while one of his hands vanished inside your pants to grab a fistful of your ass. Your mind was spinning at the way he was touching you, showing a more passionate side of him that surprised you but that you found you really enjoyed all the same.

“That okay with you?” he then asked against your jaw, which had you bursting into a short and surprised laugh.

There he was, the sweet and considerate guy that you had fallen for, still present underneath these more aggressive layers of need and lust.

“Yes,” you breathed vehemently, before you moaned again as he kept you moving over his thigh and got a satisfied hum from him.

“Wanna tell me what happens next in your story?”

You stared back at him, panting roughly just like he was, and licked your lips.

“You tell me.” You decided then, knowing that whatever you’d had in mind until now, wouldn’t compete with what BJ might be thinking of. He had already surprised you quite a bit tonight.

He gave you a thoughtful stare that only lasted for a second, before he smirked and had you facing the door frame an instant later. You caught yourself with your hands and gasped as BJ pulled and tugged at your clothes until you were standing fully naked in front of him, your bare back facing him. You didn’t have time to feel cold, since he pressed his front against your back, his erection pushing against you. His mouth landed on your shoulder and trailed all the way over to the other one, before it moved up your nape and finally down your spine. All the way down your spine. He pulled your hips back and started sucking and nipping at your ass as he ran a hand between your legs to reach for your entrance. He hummed against your skin at the wetness he found there and pushed two fingers inside you. Your hands tightened on the wood as you gasped and cried out, not having expected the move. With his fingers still inside you, BJ rose to his feet again to begin kissing along the side of your neck. As he withdrew his fingers from you and stroked over your sensitive flesh, his other hand moved to your front and found one of your nipples to gently pull at it.

“BJ,” you breathed on a short gasp, your head thrown back.

As if saying his name had triggered something in him, BJ grabbed you by the waist and turned you back to face him. He pushed you against the living room wall this time and cupped your face to kiss you deeply. You had barely taken a hold of his sweatshirt, when he fell to his knees before you and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Your mind didn’t have the time to process what was going on before BJ had his head between your legs and was taking you apart with his mouth and tongue. Your head thumped hard against the wall as it flew back from the intensity of the pleasure suddenly coursing through you. With a string of distorted expletives, you curled over him and sank your fingers into the longer hair at the top of his head. Between the whole surreal situation, his fingers on you just before and now his mouth, the leg still holding you up was already starting to tremble with an incoming orgasm. You repeated his name a few times on tiny breaths as your body was wrecked by tremors, but instead of sending you over the edge, BJ stopped altogether and stood again. You stared at him through heavy lidded eyes as you panted deeply, your eyes falling to his shiny lips.

“Not like this,” he whispered roughly against your lips, only leaving a small kiss there before he had you moving again.

Curling an arm around your waist, BJ pulled you further into the living room with a few short steps and made you sit on the edge of the sectional couch. BJ followed you down, one hand holding him up at the side of your head, while the other vanished between your bodies as he kissed you. Your legs wrapped around his hips on instinct, and a moment later, you felt his length pressing against your entrance. You moaned loudly into his mouth as your fingers gripped tightly onto his shoulders as he began to slip inside. As soon as he was fully settled, BJ pulled back and began thrusting his hips into yours again and again, never stopping as he drew short gasps and cries of pleasure out of you.

After the shortest amount of time, your entire body began feeling overstimulated in all the best ways. You clung to him with everything you had as his powerful thrusts and his large body lying over yours had you finally reaching your climax. Your eyes shut tightly while your arms and legs squeezed BJ to you, which got a long grunt out of him as his hips kept moving sporadically.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he rasped into your ear after your grip on him became less strong.

“No,” you groaned, grabbing his hair as he frowned. “So much better.” You kissed him hard to show him just how much this meant to you.

BJ smiled against your lips and slid you further up the couch so he could put a knee on it as he picked the pace up again. You kept kissing as he sunk into you over and over, until he had to break the kiss as he neared his own release, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure. You took the opportunity to watch him, how his brow furrowed, and his mouth parted on a long groan. Coming here today, you had been light years from thinking that you would be ending the day like this.

You both breathed quietly for a minute, before BJ gently pulled away and stood at your side. Your heart sank as you realized that BJ was suddenly failing to make eye contact as he turned around to fix his clothes. You gingerly sat up, hoping to avoid making too much of a mess, and watched BJ heading towards the door leading to the hallway, where he retrieved your clothes and the dishtowel that had fallen to the floor at some point.

“I’ll — uh — go check if everything’s still warm while you — um — yeah,” he said awkwardly, as he handed you the clothes before he went to check on dinner.

Feeling like an idiot, you balled your clothes into your arms and quickly made it to the bathroom. You hurried through cleaning up and were back in the living room and in front of your laptop in a few minutes. The sounds of pans and cutlery came from the kitchen, and you glanced in its direction as you put your things away into the bag you’d brought with you earlier. You had a mind to simply bolt without saying anything, but what good would that be since you were neighbors? Never come out of your house again? Move away? With a fortifying intake of breath, you walked through the hallway and into the kitchen, where the island had been set for two.

“Do you want me to leave?” You hadn’t meant to be that straightforward, but better rip the band-aid off quickly, right?

BJ, who’d had his back to you, startled faintly and turned around.

“No!” he said immediately, his eyes finally meeting yours again, before he sighed and started over at a lower volume. “No.”

“Listen, BJ, if you want us to pretend like this never happened, just say the word, okay? I didn’t mean to start anything when I asked for your help, but,” you stalled for a moment. “But you need to know that I didn’t just go with it because we were playing out a scene. I kissed you because… well… because it was you and… maybe…” you sighed and looked at your hands. “Anyway, you decide, okay?”

You pulled the chair out from under the island and sat in front of your plate, waiting for BJ to do the same.

“I don’t wanna pretend like nothing happened,” BJ started softly, remaining where he was. “I just thought I maybe went too far with everything.”

You lifted your eyes to him and saw him looking back with a troubled expression as he leaned against the stove.

“Did I give you the impression that you did? Or that I wasn’t into everything you did a hundred percent?” you smiled faintly, between perplexed and amused by the difference between the BJ who’d known exactly what he wanted and how to push your buttons, and the BJ standing in front of you right now, back to his sweet self.

A small smile pulled at one corner of his mouth, which had you laughing in earnest.

“Yeah, yeah, you go ahead and be smug.” You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “Now, what about dinner? I had someone make me work up an appetite here.”

BJ barked out a laugh and did as asked before taking the seat across from you.

A while later, as you finished eating, BJ stared at the laptop sticking out of the bag you’d placed on the chair next to you.

“So… you think you have enough… footage to write this scene?”

The fork that you were in the midst of putting down, stopped briefly in its course at the question before you finally placed it on the plate.

“Well.” You sat back against the chair and put on an exaggerated thoughtful expression. “I think I’ve got enough for this one, yeah… But, you know… I have several other stories planned. With more intense looming going on and arguments to be settled with make-up sex and… other things like that. Who knows… maybe I might need your help again… After all, I strive to be as accurate as possible.”

BJ watched you with a smile that kept growing as you talked, his tongue peeking from between his teeth as he held back his laugh. His eyebrows dipped for a second in a would be serious expression.

“That so, huh?” He got up and walked around the island, putting a hand on the back of your chair as he leaned over you. Loomed over you. “The things you’d do for your writing.”

Your teasing smile broke into an actual full on bright smile at his behavior. “Only the best for my audience,” you shrugged, before BJ leaned all the way down for a long kiss.

Little mutal tags for @darlingshane @lucy-sky and @slavic-empress since this is a lesser known character and I know you guys appreciate him.

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anna-hawk · 1 year

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🌬️ Lucky Disaster 🌬️

Sequel to this post

Pairing: BJ x Reader Fandom: Grudge Match Word count: 1471 Rating: T

Summary: The wind messes with your laundry.

A/N: I've been meaning to write a sequel for this for a long time, and this scenario has been in my head for a while, so tonight was apparently the night.

Read and/or listen to it on AO3

Alright, you had known that Pittsburgh comes with cold weather in Winter, but you hadn’t minded that. It’s all about dressing accordingly. What you hate, however, is wind. The weather had been sunny and held only a light breeze when you’d left home this morning for work. You often program your washing machine to finish before you get up, in order for the laundry to be hung up or put in the dryer right after. The weather had been so nice, that you’d decided to put it outside today. Something that you very much regret as you look outside the window of your office and see the tree branches moving around like crazy.

Nothing you can do about it now, unfortunately.

Some hours later, you make your way home and hope that the silent prayer that you’d sent out to any deity that would listen had been heard, and that your clothes would still be hanging on the line outside. Parking in your usual spot, you quickly get out of the car to run up the porch to your house and enter it. You’re in your backyard a few seconds later and stop mid-stride once your eyes have landed on the clothesline. The empty, except for two shirts, clothesline.

“Fuck,” you breathe vehemently, as you finally walk closer and retrieve the two items.

You look around your backyard, over the hedges and fences, but there’s nothing. You curse colorfully while running back inside and throwing the shirts over the back of the couch. What now? Run around the neighborhood in the cold wind and near darkness to find your… You groan as you remember that most of the clothes had been underwear. Because of course. Great, the streets of Pittsburgh currently have your panties decorating other people’s houses, hedges and probably streetlamps.

“Great. Just great,” you mutter to yourself, as you walk to the kitchen to fix yourself something hot to drink. Running around in the cold had chilled you to the bones.

You’re leaning against the kitchen island while slowly sipping from a mug, when the doorbell rings, making you jerk in surprise since you’d been deep in thought about what to do next. Putting the mug down, you head to the door and quickly look through the peephole to check on the person on the other side. The sight of your neighbor makes you smile fondly, while you feel warmth heating your neck.

“BJ, hey,” you smile warmly after opening the door.

“Hey, neighbor.” BJ returns your smile with one of his own, his hair adorably windswept.

Your face morphs into one of relief, quickly follow by intense embarrassment as you see what BJ is holding. A large laundry basket filled with your clothes.

“Found those in my backyard earlier. I think I got everything, but I couldn’t see if something was lying on the other side of the fence.” He holds out the basket for you, and you take it as if on autopilot.

“Thanks,” you manage to get out, the word sounding slightly strangled. You clear your throat. “Really, thank you. You just saved me from having to go shopping,” you chuckle awkwardly.

“No problem. That’s what neighbors are for, right?”

You can read the amusement in his eyes at the situation, but he’s clearly holding back in the face of your embarrassment.

“Want some coffee?” You wave him in with a nod towards the inside of your house.

“Yeah, sure.” He nods and follows you before closing the door. You put the basket down in the hallway that gives to the living room before turning to BJ and leading him to the kitchen.

“Gotta admit,” BJ starts as you fill another mug. “I pegged you for more of a DC kinda person, and not Marvel.”

Startled, you set the coffee pot down while your eyes widen at the statement. You close them and utter a long groan, putting your face in your palms. You uncover your face at BJ’s small laugh, only to school your expression into a fake serious one.

“What can I say? Frank Castle just does it for me.” You shrug nonchalantly as you think of your Punisher boy shorts.

BJ chuckles and nods agreeably, thanking you when you hand him the coffee.

“You saw any others worth mentioning?” You ask, before you realize what you’ve just said, as does BJ considering the way he chokes on the first sip of coffee.

Shit, what is it with this guy that destroys any filters that you might have? As if the situation isn’t already embarrassing enough. BJ is being sweet about it, only teasing you playfully, and you go and ask whether he liked some of your panties. Especially because you know that you had also put some of your fancier panties into the washer. Only he had chosen to talk about the funnier ones.

“Do not answer that.” You lift a hand, palm up in a stopping motion, and shake our head.

BJ clears his throat and turns the mug around a few times in his hands.

“What if I did?” BJ glances at you from under his lashes, his lip caught between his teeth almost shyly.

How can this man be that unbearably hot while also being so incredibly sweet at the same time?

The heat from your face runs through your whole body as his words sink in, and you realize just how close to each other you’re standing. You bite one side of your lower lip and smile gently.

“I’m listening,” you say lightly.

To your surprise, color slowly rises to BJ’s face as he looks away and clears his throat.

“The – uh – the purple ones.”

You immediately know which ones he’s talking about. They happen to be your favorite.

“Oh, yeah, they’re… I’m wearing the blue version today, and-” Why would you say this? Why? “I – sorry – I didn’t mean to-”

“No. No, no, it’s fine. I get it. It’s-” BJ chuckles awkwardly.

“That wasn’t a come on, you know. I just-”

“I know it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have said-”

“Of course, if you wanted it to be a come on, that’s fine with-” Abort. Abort. Shut up.

“It’s fine, I – What?”

You clamp your lips together to finally stop your panicked rambling and stare at BJ with wide eyes.

“Nothing. Never mind,” you barely manage to keep the hysteria out of your small laugh as you begin to walk out of the kitchen.

BJ catches you by an elbow as you pass him, his grip gentle.

“What did you say?” He asks softly, as he gets you to face him again, his eyes trying to catch yours.

“Never mind?” You hedge slowly.

“Before that?” His hand is still on your arm, his thumb stroking up and down gently. You’re not entirely sure if BJ realizes that he’s doing it.

You lick your lips and look to the side, while your heart is in your throat.

“You heard me,” you mumble, losing the courage to repeat yourself.

BJ’s other hand moves and slowly, tentatively, slides along your jaw and to the back of your head.

“I did,” he half whispers, before leaning in at a slow pace, giving you the opportunity to back out if you wanted to.

You don’t.

You let him close the distance completely, your eyes falling shut at the first press of his lips against yours. Contrary to your rapid fire exchange only moments ago, the kiss is unhurried and soft, his lips sliding gently against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, while you clutch his sweatshirt to keep him close. He’s the one to moan as your tongue strokes against his once you’ve decided to deepen the kiss. The pace hasn’t quickened, but the sound he just made sends a thrill of tenderness and lust to mix in your belly. BJ Rose is an endless paradox to you.

BJ ends the kiss with a small press to the side of your mouth and sighs.

“As much as I wanna keep doing that, Trey’s waiting for me. I told him I’d just be giving you your stuff back.”

You nod mutely, but send him a small smile.

“Yeah, of course.”

You let go of him, while BJ’s arms take a second or two longer to do the same to you. You silently lead him to the entrance door and open it for him.

“So, I’ll… call you later?” BJ wonders, hands in his pockets and rolling to the balls of his feet and back.

You nod and bite your lip on a happy smile.

“Thanks,” you call once he has stepped off your porch. He turns back towards you. “For my… clothes.”

BJ grins and walks backwards. “One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime.”

You laugh brightly and watch him go back home.

@lucy-sky, @slavic-empress tagging you girls since I know you love him too 🧡

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