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nasty-quillz · 2 years

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Put It In His Back

Crossposted on other blog and ao3

tags: breeding, dirty talk, daddy kink, male lactation, cum inflation, praise kink, non-traditional a/b/o dynamics

Summary: You're EraserMic's younger female Alpha.

"Fuck Shouta your pussy. So good, so fucking wet around my dick-Ah!"

Above you, pressed against your back was Hizashi, gently, he toyed with dark smooth balls, before settling his dick in your slicked pussy. He held you open with his thumbs as he guided his own thick cock into you.

"Oh you're so tight when you're inside Shouta, Babygirl. Squeezing my dick real good." The Hero kissed your mating mark as he began to fuck you.

Overwhelmed tears gathered in large brown eyes. "D-Daddy!" Your hips bucked forward impaling Shouta hard.

"Shit 'Zashi! Whatever you did, do it again," The underground hero moaned. "Just felt her dick jump against my cervix."

You whined between your Beta and Omega, clearly not having expected them to use you like this your first time, but getting off to it regardless.

Hizashi slapped your ass and thrust deep into you, pushing you into Shouta's dripping cunt. "That's Daddy's girl. Let me in that Alpha cunt, while you rut into our Omega's pussy." Hizash was building up a pace as he viciously fucked you. His own balls slapped against yours and you moaned.

You felt him leverage Shouta's thighs that were spread around your hips. You and the older Omega whined as your dick knocked into his cervix again. You were so overwhelmed as your Beta’s thrust pushed you into Shouta’s pussy.

Shouta keened as his hand came up to caressed your hair as you buried your face in his chest. You nuzzled into his chest panting softly. “That’s my good Alpha,” He buried his face in ‘froed hair and groaned softly. “That's it, Babygirl, fuck my pussy.”

His soft praise sent heat licking up your spine. The knowledge that you were pleasuring your Omega made you let out a contented growl that rolled through your chest. You dragged you dick out slowly. You were mesmerized as dark russet flesh glistened with slick. As if that wasn’t enough pulling out of the older man’s pussy, had you sliding back on your Beta’s own dick, before fucking back into the wet heat of your mate’s pussy.

“Oh listen to that, Babygirl.” Hizashi’s voice was soft in your ear, shaking in pleasure as he dicks you deep. “Listen to how gooey your and Shouta’s pussies are. Sho’s pussy’s dripping around your dick and yours dripping around mine.” The taunt made you inhale deeply and let out a shuddering breath.

His own softer growl came out louder due to his quirk, obviously caused by the Alpha and Omega pheromones in the room. It filled the room and a warmth washed over you, instincts telling you that you were pleasing your mates–Your pack as a good Alpha should. Contentment filled your chest and you took pleasure in their pleasure..

Your mind was hazy as you sloppily humped into Shouta, losing whatever pace that was set. “Daddydaddydaddy!” You moaned into the older man’s chest as you fucked him. “Wanna breed you, stuff your pussy full of my come and knot you so it doesn’t leak out.” Shouta’s breath hitched above you and Hizashi’s hips stuttered behind you.

He pulled away, resting on his knees to watch you fuck your mate. He watched, hypnotized, as each time you sank that beautifully heavy dick he loved so much into Shouta, you fucked back onto his own. He bit his lips trying to hold back his quirk as he watched partially hyperpigmented cheeks clapped in his lap on each backstroke. Big hands ran lovingly over your ass before Hizashi gave it a hard smack. He groaned as the pain made your pussy squeeze around him. “Shit Babygirl, look at this ass,” he smacked it again. “Love watching it bounce while you get rut lost in Shouta’s pussy.”

You whined at the man’s words, embarrassed. You knew you sounded like a rut crazed mess, but it wasn’t your fault. No one had warned you that your man’s pussy would be the best you’d ever have!” You buried your face in his chest, but as you did, your hazy brain caught sight of his nipples. Pert and dusky and hard. The pecs around them looked fuller than usual and without thinking full brown lips latched onto one and you sucked hard on them.

Shouta swore above you. “Shit Y/n that’s –Uhn!” He was cut off as you allowed his nipples to catch between the gap between your teeth. To your surprise warm creamy liquid filled your mouth.

Dazedly you pulled away, trying to sit up on your hands. You felt Hizashi move to accommodate you as the Beta settled his dick back inside you until you touched at the balls. His chin rested on your shoulder as he looked at what had made you pull back.

You laid between his legs staring in wonder as your Omega tits leaked. The one you had just sucked on had a small stream of milk leaking from it and as you looked at the other on the left you saw it was beading there too. Your hand came up and lightly squeezed the man’s milky tits watch as more milk leaks out of him

You whimpered as feral eyes chased the liquid’s descent down his body, before you looked up at him.

His face was flushed and he embarrassedly looked away from you both as you toyed with his chest.

“Oh Shouta, you haven’t lactated for me in years.” Hizashi purred at the man. “Must be all those virile young Alpha pheromones.” He chuckled darkly watching the Erasure Hero as he flushed deeper.

You made a noise in your throat that drew both men’s attention back to you. You made it again, some hybrid between a growl and a purr. You lightly rubbed your cheek against your Beta's, scenting him, before you look back to the Omega still flushed red and embarrassed.

He looked away, embarrassed and you cup the side of his face, to make him look at you. "Perfect Omega." He flushed deeper red and his pussy twitched around you. You kissed him and purred out your contentment when your hand moved down to tweak the untouched nipple. "Daddy's our perfect Omega, right 'Zashi? Tell Daddy he's perfect for us."

Hizashi grunted as you squeezed your wall around him, making his groan into your shoulder before he could speak. He gathered himself and bit you for your trouble as the thick of his cock slammed into your cervix. He bit and sucked ebony skin until a dark purpling bruise appeared.

Your head fell into Shouta's chest again as you were pulled between the want to fuck forwards or backwards.

"Our perfect Omega mate.” He thrust hard enough to push you into Shouta, making his groan. “Taking young Alpha cock so pretty. Look at how you make her fall apart, Shouta. Her cunt’s dripping almost as much as yours is Sweetheart.” Hizashi’s voice is rich and dark, whispering filth as if it’s the sweetest pillowtalk.

He pressed close to your back to lean over your shoulder. One strong hand planted itself by Shouta’s head as the other cupped the older man’s face. You lay there, sandwiched between them, filled to the brim with your Beta’s dick. A beautiful contrast of brown skin sandwiched between pale and tan.

Hizashi kissed the man, slow and thorough as he shallowly fucked you. His stroke was harsh, penetrating deeply. A staccato beat as he savored your shared mate’s mouth. The way it made your dick batter into Shouta’s cervix was not lost on either of you.

Shouta’s breathing picked up into the kiss. Above you it sounded heavy and desperate as your mate used you to fuck the other. Below you moaned into the dark haired man’s chest.

“Daddy–Fuck– Such a perfect pussy–Shit gonna come deep inside. Give you pups to suck on these pretty tiddies Daddy–” The choppy disjoined babbling was cut off by a rough hand shoving your head in the direction of the Omega’s tits.

“But we have a perfectly good pup for that right here, don’t we Shouta?” The desperate Omegan whine in response set blazing heat up your spine. “What? Don’t you like that you’re so gorgeous that a pretty Alpha young enough to our pup couldn’t help herself enough to not pop a knot when you went into heat? That our precious Babygirl is some cute lil’ untouched virgin who’s never knotted anyone?”

The Beta’s hips grinded into your own. His dick dragged against that special bundle of nerve inside you, making you see stars as he gripped your hair tight and kept your mouth on your mates leaking tit. Below you Shouta’s pussy went hotter, as Hizashi used you to fuck your mate. The dual pleasure of it was enough to make your knot start forming.

“Fuck Hizashi–S-She’s fucking–Gah!” You could feel your knot forming and nudging at his pussy. “She’s k-knotting. S-so good, fuck Babygirl you’re doing so good. My pretty A-Alpha!” His praise scratched the desperately feral part of your hind brain that longed to please and take care of your pack.

“That’s it Alpha, fuck that fat knot into his cunt.” The words were whispered in your ear as Hizashi pulled you off the man’s chest. Your face was messy, milk running down your chin. The blonde groaned as he tilted your head back to lick it clean, before shoving it back in place over the other nipple. “Mmph that’s it Babygirl, put it in his back.

You growled around a dusky nipple, in utter bliss pleasing your mates. The stuttered praise of you Omega and the mean groaned encouragement of your Beta. How they took their pleasure from your body. It was everything you ever wanted to achieve as an Alpha and these men were giving it all to you.

It was too much.

“Daddy.”

Shouta keened below you and behind you Hizashi’s hips stuttered.

"Did she just–"

“DaddyDaddyDaddy!”

“Fuck, Babygirl you can’t do us like that–Shit!” He thrust harder into you clenching pussy. “Calling out for us like that in that pretty Alpha Command. So gone on us fucking you that you can’t control your damned Voice.”

You struggled to focus as the Beta’s thick length stroked inside you. The sharp wet slap of his heavy sac against your own, drew your attention away.

“Fuck me Daddy–So deep in me, wanna get bred on Beta dick!”

“Alpha–Baby, c’mon you gotta–” Hizashi was losing it. He was normally the more dominant, but even he couldn’t resist your Alpha voice. Plus it did things to him when you begged like you were. “Sweetheart please–”

“Deep Daddy, breed my pussy deep–Pupmepupmepupme!”

Hizashi growled, momentarily losing control of his quirk, so you felt it verberate through the room. “Fuck Alpha,” his thrusts lost their rhythm completely, as he pressed his hips flush to yours and humped rabidly into your pussy. “Can’t get enough of us, can you? Getting fucked from both ends turned you into a knothead slut, didn’t it. Greedy lil thing trying to get pupped too.”

The sound you make was barely on human register, before the begging started again. “Daddy–’Zashi please. Pleasepleaseplease–Come in my pussy, put your pup in me.

Hizashi swore, trying to hold back, fighting the Command. “S-Shouta, Baby has she–,”Shouta cut him off with a whine.

“Not yet, it’s still expanding–Shit!” The dark haired man voice broke before he moaned deliriously. “Hizashi, so big. Alpha's knot so big. She’s stretching my pussy.” From the euphoric expression on his face, the blonde could tell Shouta was all but gone.

From the small thrusts of your hips, Hizashi could tell you were getting to the point that you couldn’t slip you know from the Omega's slick hole. You were getting approaching orgasm, but something kept you in check.

Suddenly an idea struck the Voice Hero.

“Shouta, you gotta tell Babygirl you want her pups. C’mon Baby, make our Alpha nut in you.”

Shouta nodded absently, understanding what was said. Praise his Alpha. Tell the pretty young thing rearranging his guts to breed him, he could do that. “B-Breed me, Honey. Be our amazing Alpha and knock me up. Don’t you wanna see my tits leak like this all the time?” He squeezed sopping walls around you, smothering your ever expanding knot.

“Don’t you want that, Y/n? Want to be pupped at the same time. Show everyone what good care you give us. Taking care of us–Pleasuring us. Young and virile enough to knock up an older Omegan and bear the pups of an older Beta.” Calloused hands caressed your face as you stared up into the man’s lust blown eyes.

The emotions and pleasure of the situation was catching up to you. The hot wet way Omega’s pussy hugged your dick. The heavy wide spread, your Beta’s dick filed your pussy. The way their love filled praises struck you not just in the feral part of your brain, but also in your heart. It all came to a head and overwhelmed you.

“Don’t you want everyone to know we’re yours, Alpha.”

That was the final straw

Ecstasy flushed across your body as your vision whited out and you let out a feral Alpha growl, as your knot fully formed. You slotted firmly in place as Shouta came around your not, messily sticky fluid all but gushing from his pussy and you shot stream after thick stream of potent Alpha come.

Pulling up, you watched satisfied, as the man’s stomach started to bloat with it and none escaped around your dick.

Behind you, Hizashi could be felt settling his cock home in your own clenching wet walls, as your pheromones forced his body to pop his own, rare, Beta knot. He came in hot wet spurts inside you as your cunt spasmed around him, milking him for all he was worth.

Utterly exhausted, he collapsed on top of you, but you didn’t allow yourself to fall back to the man’s chest. Instead you hooked a strong brown leg around the blonde’s, as you gently grasped the raven. Gently you turned the three of you onto your sides to comfortably lay down and cuddle.

Having both of your mates pressed against you, firmly locked in place, your eyes fell shut as you let out a contented purr.

“Mine.”

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seita · 3 years

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— miscommunication | m.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

wordcount: 4.860

genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

cw: camboy!mastukawa, established relationship.

tags: masturbation (m.), dirty talk, cam sex, daddy kink, pet names, praise kink, soft!mattsun, fingering, cock riding, big dicked mattsun, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of the word cunny.

note: repost from my other blog!

+ summary: your highschool sweetheart makes a lot of money as a camboy. however, when you start watching his streams, things he says instills insecurity within you.

The second you met Issei Matsukawa, you knew that you were going to fall completely, irrevocably in love with him. There was just something about him; he was sweet, kind, attentive, and strong – among other things.

Since you knew him in high school, word swirled around that when he was older he would be a dream man. They were right.

You have no idea how your little puppy dog crush managed to catch his attention, but you were happy about whatever you did.

When he graduated, he learned he could make money off of his body. He was tall, over 6 feet tall, and fit with a dominant personality and sweet voice that made you want to do anything he asked.

It started off with him simply selling nudes and short videos of him simply stroking his cock. You were both baffled by how much people paid for a 15 second clip of him jerking off – not even finishing.

He had sat you down one night and asked how you felt about everything. You would never tell him he couldn’t do something. Especially because it was his body. Besides, it’s not like it really bothered you.

It didn’t take him long to evolve, creating a camming account that quickly blew up due to his good looks and dominant charisma. The spare bedroom, which had previously been a simple study room, had been turned into a studio for him to film in.

He made good money, becoming one of the top creators on the platform. Things were going very well for a long time, you never really watched his streams either in real life or on the phone. His occupation wasn’t really something you ever thought too much about – he kept everything mostly to himself, never really talked to you about it or anything of the sort.

But one day, you got curious. As any normal girlfriend would.

You sat in your shared bed, the lights dimmed with your phone in your hands. As you tuned in to his stream, you were greeted with a familiar sight. The studio was exactly the same as always and your boyfriend was more than familiar – but it still felt so surreal. Like you were an outside looking in, despite the fact that he was just down the hall from you.

You had spent a little while procrastinating, debating on whether you really should watch it or not. Issei had never told you that you couldn’t watch. But he never really encouraged you to either. Truthfully, his career behind that door was sort of a mystery to you.

Due to your back and forth dilemma with yourself, the stream was already well in progress by the time you started watching.

His body was a familiar sight – but it was different seeing it from an outside perspective. Right now, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were a viewer.

His fingers, adorned in metal rings, were wrapped around his thick cock. It made your mouth go dry at the sight. His cock was so pretty, long and thick with a blushing red head that glistened under the ring lights from the dripping precum.

Your gaze fell to the comments, seeing people complimenting him – as could be expected. After all, these were people who were paying for the privilege of watching him stroke his cock.

‘Your cock is so big!’

‘I’d cry trying to take it but I’d still thank you.’

‘His hands look like my favorite necklace.’

A strange feeling settled in your chest as you read all these people’s thoughts on your boyfriend. They gushed about how perfect he was, how amazing his cock was, how much they’d die to be stuffed full by him.

He grinned and laughed, giving flirtatious comments in response to them.

“Yeah? You think you could take my cock?” he chuckles, breath shuddering as he squeezed his length, “I don’t think you could handle it.”

“Ah, I bet you’d be such a good little girl for me,” he whispers, eyes lidded, “You’d cry and take my cock like you’re supposed to, huh?”

As he says these dirty things, the tips continue to rise. The words are familiar as they fall from his lips because they’re things you’re used to hearing.

You’re not sure how to feel knowing he’s talking to these nobodies the same way he talks to you so you click out of the app before the feeling becomes too much. You place your phone down and sigh, feeling your heart ache in jealousy as you replay the recycled words you’d heard him say night after night to you.

You know it’s stupid to feel jealous; it’s his job. He talks that way so he can make money. But it still instills you with an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. It almost felt like everything he said and did to you wasn’t as special as you thought it was – because he just turned around to say the exact same things to faceless nobodies who paid him.

Issei is the only man you’d ever dated. He was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and he was the one to take your virginity. You’d never even held hands with anyone else.

But you know he had fucked around a lot before the two of you got together, when you were just a shy, pining little girl for him. Of course he had, there was no way a man like him wouldn’t have girls all over him, feral for the opportunity to sit down on his cock and make him fall in love with her. After all, he’d made a job out of it.

It was never something that made you insecure. Issei never did anything that made you question his feelings or loyalty to you. So jealousy and possessiveness wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with. And you weren’t quite fond of it, you were learning.

You wanted to storm into the studio and sit on his cock, make all of his viewers see that his cock was all yours and they only had the privilege of watching him — put them in their place.

You sat with the negative feelings for the entire night. He finished his stream and took a shower, helped you cook dinner, and you sat on the couch with him as you watched a couple movies together.

He didn’t notice anything different in your demeanor. You weren’t mad at him so you had no reason to be passive aggressive.

But when you crawled into bed that night and laid beside him, tucked against his body, you thought back to all those women who were probably touching themselves to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect cock and pretty words.

You frowned and tossed your leg over his waist. He looked up from his phone in surprise, a brow raised before he smiled.

“Can I help you with something, babygirl?” he placed his free hand on your bare thigh, stroking the skin gently.

“I wanna ride you,” you demand softly, making him laugh.

“Since when are you so bold?” he teases, locking his phone before tossing it to the side. You pout and push the band of his sweats down to pull his cock free. He reaches out and grabs your wrist with his eyes narrowed, “I think you know better than that, pretty girl. Is that how you ask Daddy for his cock?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze and lower your head, “N-No Daddy…I’m sorry…”

He smiled, “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you ask politely, hm?”

You swallow thickly and nod, “C-Can I ride your cock, Daddy?”

He licks his lips and relaxes against the pillows with a sigh, “Go ahead and get me hard then, pretty baby.”

It wasn’t a difficult task, just the fact you were so eager for him was enough to have him getting harder by the second. You eagerly spit on his length, using it so aide in the slick movements of your hand as you jerked him off.

“That’s a good girl, fuck,” he breathes, body trembling as he stroke him with practiced ease, “Lift up, sweet girl.”

You do as you’re told, sitting up on your knees, keeping your hand wrapped around his length. He bats your hand away and you pout, but he pays no mind as he instead decides to strip you. He pulls the thin nightshirt you were wearing, dropping it off the side of the bed before sitting up properly to eagerly wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

You whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair as he circles the bud with his tongue. He pulls away for a second, nipping your breast before breathing out, “Are you wet, babygirl?”

You nod, “Yes, please Daddy…I want your cock.”

He clicks his tongue, “You know better than that. Let me see your pretty cunt, hm?”

Your pout deepens but you do as you’re asked and sit between his thighs, pulling your panties off before handing them to him. He hums, thumbing the material to see how wet it is before tossing them away. He looks expectantly at you and you immediately let your legs fall apart.

“Let Daddy see,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around his cock as you reach between your legs to spread your folds apart.

A couple years ago, you would have never been able to do something so lewd. You always felt so embarrassed when he wanted to look at your pussy but you eventually learned how turned on it made him. You still felt shy but you enjoyed the way his cock throbbed when you let him look.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he whispers, grabbing your arms to tug you back into his lap properly, “Fuck, you are wet.”

Your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. It’s hot and throbbing against your clit, an addictive feeling that makes you grind against him. He groans, head falling back as you move along, coating him in your juices.

“Can I have your cock now Daddy, please?” you whine but he shakes his head, making you whine.

He pulls you against his chest and slips his hand between your legs, leaning up to press his lips against yours. His fingers circle your clit before prodding your little hole, slipping two inside easily. It stings but it’s a feeling you’ve learned to accept eagerly.

“Let Daddy stretch you out,” he whispers against your lips. You start grinding against his fingers, fucking yourself on the pretty digits as he curses, “Fuck, ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that.”

“Daddy…” you sob, head dropping against his shoulder as he curls his fingers, tapping your sweet spot. The stimulation makes you gush and you sob, clenching around him before you reach down to find your clit, “Y-You’re gonna make me cum…”

“I sure am, sweet girl,” he coos, choosing that moment to mercilessly fuck his fingers into your poor little cunt, abusing that tender little spot inside that has you creaming and dripping down his wrist.

A mantra of ‘daddy’ falls from your lips as you cum hard, trembling and sobbing against him as he fucks you through the high. He slows but doesn’t stop until you’re begging him to.

His hand is soaked in your cum and he can’t resist popping his two fingers in his mouth to taste. You suddenly remember the first time he ever did that, the way you squealed indignantly and hid your face in the pillow out of shame. He’d laughed and spent 20 minutes explaining how much he loved it and how he wanted to eat you out so bad now that he got a little taste of your sweet cum.

Before you could fully come down from your high, you reach beneath you and take his cock in your hand. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to stop you or scold you, but before he can, you’re sinking down onto his length. It burns as usual but the fiery pit of jealousy still burns bright and you want him to think of you too. You know it’s silly because there’s no way he’s thinking of faceless girls who comment on his streams but you still feel like you need to lay claim to him.

He’s your boyfriend.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as you immediately begin bouncing on his cock, “What has you so riled up?”

“You’re mine, right, Daddy?” you pant.

He grips your waist, aiding in your movements as you fuck him like a toy, “Fuck yeah baby. Daddy is all yours. My cock’s all yours.”

You grin at his admission, feeling satisfied. That was all you needed to hear.

He looks at you, having no idea what this behavior was all about. But he had no complaints in the end.

Despite the negative feeling watching his stream had caused you, you continued to watch them. The outcome is always the same; you wind up ending the night staking your claim and making him remind you that he is yours. And he remained more or less ignorant to your behavior.

The night things take a turn is when you tune in to find him in his usual position, fucking his cock into his fist. He’s panting, more of a growl than anything, and muttering things you’d never quite heard before.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he watched the comments, “I don’t give a shit about a good girl. I want a bratty little girl I can let some steam off on, put her back in her place.”

He grins as the comments fly by, viewers pleading to be that girl for him. Telling him they’d be perfect for him, the best sub he could ever dream of.

“I don’t think you could handle it,” he threatens with a narrowed gaze, “You’d let me slap you around? Let me treat you like filthy little whore? How pathetic.”

You gasp at the harsh, degrading words. Issei had never spoken like that before, it was strange to hear it. You find yourself being thankful you weren’t on the receiving end of that language because you were sure you’d probably end up crying.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “I’m sure you’d be such a pretty little brat for me.”

You sit back, his words fluttering around inside your head.

What did he mean he had steam to blow off? Why would he be unsatisfied? Is it because you were too…easy? You never fought him, he always whispered praise and sweet words to you. He’d never called you a name like that before. Is that what he wanted? To call you a dirty slut instead of his sweet girl?

Insecurity festered within you. In fact, you barely even noticed the fact you’d started pulling away. You didn’t consciously realize you were questioning yourself – doubting his attraction to you.

He was at a loss, baffled by your seemingly sudden rejection of him. It was almost as if you kept shying away from him when he tried to touch you – you had never denied him like that. You avoided his gaze in bed, choosing to cling to the bed sheets instead of burying yourself in his chest like you usually do.

Things progressively began to feel more awkward for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too, but he started feeling more apprehensive about touching you because he thought you didn’t want him to.

When he stopped trying anything with you, you started to feel even worse. Every insecurity you felt festered more and more until you felt like you were holding back tears just by looking at him. You were convinced, especially now that he crawled into bed with his back to you instead of peppering your face with kisses and slipping his hand down your panties so he could make you cum before bed, that you were no longer what he wanted.

Another night, you were sat curled up in bed. Issei hadn’t even told you he was going to start streaming – the only clue you had was the solid click of the studio door.

So you sat there, curled up in bed, leaning against the headboard with your phone in your hand as you watched him grin at the camera. He read the comments, slowly palming himself over his sweats – one of your favorite pairs that you’d seen him wear.

“I seem tense?” he mused, reading a comment, “I guess so. My cock’s been hard for days,” he tosses his head back and laughs but you can tell it’s not as genuine as it could be.

Guilt eats at you, knowing that you were the reason he was so tense – he wasn’t coming to you to get off anymore.

“Hmm,” he sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You track the way his tongue slips over his bottom lip and his cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of his pants, making him grunt, “No, I don’t have anyone to take care of my cock,” his words make you shrink in on yourself, tears pricking at your eyes, “Oh, you wanna take care of it, huh? Come here then.”

Something about his words has you jumping to your feet.

The only time you’d ever stepped foot in his studio beyond to clean it every once in a while. Otherwise, it was completely his space that he took care of. So to stand in front of the door, located at the very end of the hall, was strange. Especially since you could hear his muffled voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and push the door open. Issei jumps from where he’s on the bed, leans forward and hits a button on the keyboard to mute himself before looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” his tone was almost curt and for a moment you second guess yourself. He watches you shift awkwardly on your feet and his gaze immediately softens, “Baby, what is it?”

The pet name makes you look up, tears stinging your eyes at the tender look in his eyes. His gaze flashes to the computer for a second before moving back to you.

“I just…” you pause, tugging awkwardly at your oversized t-shirt before blinking your tears away, “Am I…still what you want?”

He blinks, confused for a second before cocking his head. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you can tell the exact moment he realizes what you mean. Clicking his tongue, he holds his hand out, “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like this? Because you thought I didn’t like you anymore?”

You look in confusion at his outstretched hand and take a step forward, “I-I thought…maybe you felt I was too easy a-and you wanted someone brattier.”

He laughs, a genuine one, and you can see his eyes light up when you finally place your hand in his. In the blink of an eye, he’s tugged you into his lap, making you squeal before he’s silencing you with a kiss.

“I think I would go insane with a brat,” he chuckles, “Besides, I love you exactly how you are, my sweet girl, hm?”

You shift where you sit, feeling his cock is still hard beneath you and you bite your lip, “I really missed you.”

“God, I thought you’d never say that,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “Let me just turn the stream off and I’ll make everything up to you, hm?”

You stop him before he can, however, shaking your head, “I…”

He notices the bashful look in your eyes and groans, “Is that how it is, baby? You want everyone to see who owns my cock?”

You eagerly nod and he hisses as you grind your hips against his cock. He leans around you and taps the button again, unmuting himself.

Neither of you waits even a second longer. He holds your hips up, letting you pull his cock free from the confines of his pants as he yanks your shirt over your head, laughing at the way it messes up your hair.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he coos, cupping your breasts, “Prettiest fuckin’ tits, huh, baby?”

You whimper, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving him a few squeezes to make him shudder. You can feel his precum drooling from the head, leaking down to meet your fist so you can stroke it into his skin.

“You’re so hard, Daddy,” you breathe, making him groan as he nods his head, “‘M sorry…”

“Don’t worry at all, pretty baby,” he huffs, thumbing at your nipples as he looks down to watch how you stroke him.

“Can I have your cock, Daddy?” you ask, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He nods, unable to formulate words. It feels like it had been months since he had last properly felt your slick little cunt around his fat cock. His eyes are lidded, biting his lip as he watches you sit up to slip your panties aside. Neither of you think twice about even looking at the chat to read comments.

Right now, this is about the two of you – about showing everyone that Issei does have someone there to take care of his cock every night. Someone who he adores. And anyone with eyes can see how enamored he is with you.

As you position yourself above his cock, he narrows his eyes at you and with a firm grip to your waist, tosses you onto the bed beside him.

“Daddy!” you squeal, bouncing on the mattress, “Why–”

“You know better than that, babygirl,” he huffs, manhandling you with ease into the position he wants, “Silly of you to think I’d let you take me without prep, hm?”

You purse your lips in a pout but don’t offer a rebuttal, making him laugh as he knows he won. He spreads your legs and knees between them, making a show of stripping himself. As you look to the side, you can see that the two of you are in perfect view of the camera.

You had thought you were going to feel self-conscious with so many people watching you but instead, you feel confident.

Once the both of you are completely bare, he shifts down the bed before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. His large hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them upwards, reveling your glistening little cunt to his view.

“Fuck,” he huffs, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “I missed this perfect little cunny, you have no idea. So fuckin’ pretty for me.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his curls. The gaze he gives you let you know exactly what he wants and you flush as you whisper, “Please eat my cunt.”

“That’s my good girl,” he sighs, leaning forward to run his tongue between your folds – collecting your slick on his tongue with a groan before swallowing, “So fuckin’ sweet.”

Once he gets that first taste, he wastes no time on going in. His tongue prods at your entrance, making you sigh at the little stretch that it gives before he leans up and finds your clit. His tongue is hot and wet against the sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the sensation. When his thumb finds your clit, he pulls the hood back and before you can even blink, his tongue is attacking the sensitive little bud beneath.

You squeal and instinctively kick out, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. He laughs, wrapping his lips around your clit and you sob at the feeling.

“D-Daddy, please!” you whine, “I-It’s too much!”

He hums and finally pulls back, returning his tongue to your little hole. His hand abandons its hold around your thigh in favor of finding your entrance. You hold your breath, looking down to watch as he sinks two fingers in – biting his lip as he keeps his own gaze on the way your little cunt swallows them down.

You spasm where you lay, the feeling of him just barely missing your g-spot nearly painful. You know he’s not doing this to make you feel good but you still can’t help but whine.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers, giving your hard little clit a sweet kiss before his eyes flick up to find yours. “You want Daddy to make you cum before you take my cock?”

You desperately nod, “Yes, please Daddy?”

“Fuck, anything for you, my sweet girl,” he doesn’t waste a second in wrapping his lips around your clit, crooking his fingers expertly to find your sweet spot,

The way Issei can drive you to the edge, to orgasm, is almost terrifying. It takes very little for you to feel your body tensing up. The lewd, slick sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt along with the way you can see his tongue working over the cute little bud of your clit has you flying over.

Your back arches in the most beautiful way that he loves as you cum with a soft whine of ‘daddy’.

When you finally start pushing him away, he comes up panting. Catching any of your stray slick off of his chin before licking the pad of his thumb clean.

“Pl-Please, Daddy,” you whine, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C-Can you put it in now?”

“Fuck,” he groans, letting you direct his cockhead to your entrance, which was still spasming in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Yeah, pretty baby, ‘s all yours.”

“All mine?” you giggle, gasping as he begins to press into your tender cunt.

“My cock’s all yours, fuck,” he groans, making sure the viewers can catch what he says.

It makes you flush and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The change in closeness makes his cock sink even deeper inside you and you moan in his ear as he quickly bottoms out.

Usually, he takes his time and lets you adjust. But this time, both of you are so needy for each other that you can’t resist grinding your hips up to rock yourself against his cock. He hisses, taking the hint quickly and easily.

He pulls his hips back only to swiftly roll them forward again, sheathing his cock back into your spasming little cunt. His eyes are locked on his cock and the way your pussy swallows him over and over again – he can’t sink all the way in but you take most of him and he loves the sight of it.

Your precious little cunt creams so beautifully around him, coating him in translucent, milky white every time he pulls out. You’re moaning and whimpering for him so beautifully that it makes his hips falter every once in a while.

“Daddy!” you squeal, finally releasing your hold around his neck, “Please, make me cum again!”

“Yeah, baby? You need Daddy to make this pretty pussy cum?” he huffs, moaning when you nod and eagerly spread yourself open for him by hooking your arms around your knees and pulling them back.

He rests his hand on your pelvic bone, stretching his thumb down to circle at your twitching, excited little clit as he continues to stuff your cunt nice and full. You claw and cling to the sheets desperately and he can’t help but cup your bouncing breasts with his free hand.

“C’mon, pretty baby, cum for me,” he huffs, licking his lips as you gush around his cock, “Lemme feel this pretty cunny cum.”

You sob for him, back arching as you cling to his arm as he continues to grope and tease your tit. He feels your pussy clench desperately around him as you finally cum.

“That’s a good girl!” he praises, “That’s it, just like that. Keep cummin’ for me, I’m almost there.”

“Please, Daddy, gimme your cum!” you cry, your nails biting into his skin but neither of you notice as he reaches his high as well.

His balls throb and he groans, his body slumping over yours as he gives a few more, lazy thrusts of his hips as he spilled his cum into your vulnerable cunt.

The both of you finally fall still, panting and sharing soft kisses as he smiles and whispers promises of love. The sound of donation chimes on his computer finally draws you out of it and he sits up, pulling out of you.

He bites his lip, his cock twitching at the sight of your cunt drooling a mixture of yours and his cum before he moves to the end of the bed.

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the comments or donation total before turning the stream off. When it’s officially just the two of you, he crawls closer to you and pulls you into his arms with a side, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You know that you’re going to have to talk more about everything, but you both know that can wait at least until morning.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #issei matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei smut #issei matsukawa smut #afton.writes

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2x4 - Dateline

Original air date: Oct 1, 1997

Anyone who was holding their breath for me to get back to this, thank you. Been going through a lot like most people right now but I had to remember this blog is a good distraction because I get to write about one of my favorite shows growing up. Anyways, enjoy. :)

Let’s talk about cock-blocking or to be more gender inclusive...actually, I can’t think of a term similar that utilizes both a male and female part. Anyhoo, let’s talk about it.

I’ve done it (unintentionally). You’ve done it. We’ve all had it done to us as well. Like the night you finally got a chance to be alone with your dipshit crush and your annoying friend tried to insert herself until she finally realized what was going on and left you two alone so you could have your first kiss ever at age 19.

TJ is an extreme cock blocker. He will break your shit up and then pout because he’s still just a kid. Normally, TJ only wants to punish Marcus by enacting this cruel tactic but in this episode, he shifts gears to the person who is both a mother and father to him: Daddy Flody.

We begin this episode at a supermarket. Tj is checking out cereals and Floyd is checking out dat ass.

TJ catches Floyd staring and in his precocious little way, starts asking him questions about women. It kind of reminds me of Frank from Milk Money. which is a horrible movie that I adore and you should watch it because despite a little kid befriending a prostitute, it’s still a decent 90s coming-of-age tale. And Alex DeLarge is in it.

After TJ makes his dad sweat further by asking what body type gets his penis erect, TJ comes to the conclusion that Floyd is lonely and could probably benefit from some female companionship.

Cut to TJ on an unrealistically chatty PC barking at TJ to fill in the boxes for Floyd. I don’t know about you, but if my computer kept talking to me, I’d throw it out of the fucking window. I am so glad websites that talk at you are obsolete. Apparently, this computer is also sentient because TJ pauses for just a moment too long when Marcus comes in and this impatient computer bitch asks for the rest of the info in a more demanding tone.

But because TJ was distracted, he inputs his own height instead of his dad’s and the computer announces that she’s transferring him to their little people’s section. Hey, they gotta find love too!

Marcus is skeptical of why TJ is trying to set Floyd up. Just then, Yvette walks in and asks who is using her eyeliner to write down phone messages, which I totally expect a straight man to do. After fessing up, Marcus asks Yvette to dissuade TJ from setting up his dad. Yvette then uses her soon-to-be psychology degree on Marcus and reasons that he might be a little salty because he doesn’t want another woman to replace his mom. But no, Marcus is a teenage boy and completely lacking depth until certain episodes call for it. Instead, he says he just wants the car on weekend evenings so he can try to bang his latest girl of the week. Of course, he could just be deflecting to avoid a heavy conversation but I’m gonna go with the former because Marcus is the horniest boy on the show.

Yvette decides to help TJ since Floyd has few dating options. Her plan is to beef up his personal ad by making him younger and a fan of soul food and Maya Angelou. Marcus is still not with the shits and says that nobody wants to date an “old guy with three kids.” Completely forgetting about the fact that his dad is an attractive man, this happens instead:

TJ and the gang are now making final cuts on the 130 prospects Floyd had. I mean, that’s great and all but I’m sure at least half of those women were catfishes. Then again, in the 90s, maybe there was more legitimacy since there wasn’t enough technology to hide behind? I dunno. But Floyd definitely has some options.

While deliberating who will receive the clock from Floyd, Marcus makes what would be considered a transphobic comment questing if some of them really are women and how he doesn’t want Floyd to end up like Eddie Murphy. Mo, on the other hand is questing if this is even legal. Mo is a teenage boy and is probably likening it to what Tinder now is: a place to meet horny individuals.

Yvette thinks the ladies are good picks but then begins nitpicking their flaws, among one of them being that one of the ladies has breast implants. Because women who get surgeries to help boost their self esteem apparently don’t deserve love? Yvette is such a hypocrite as we’ll see in the future. Mo then begins taking the rejected pics because he loves older women, especially ones with perceived low self esteem. Just then, Floyd comes in the room and the gang has to cover up their dirty work. Floyd makes a bad joke and then dips out.

They eventually settle on a light-skinned natural woman named Jamie. They agree to meet at the grocery store, sot hat’s where we end up. Marcus is acting like he’s never seen pretty girls outside of school and leaves to spit game at women who just wanna be left alone so they can buy their frozen pizza and wine in peace.

Jamie sees who she thinks is her suitor and immediately is pissed because she, you know, thought she’d be meeting Floyd and not a little boy. Yvette comes over to smooth things over and convinces Jamie to meet Floyd. Well, TJ’s cute face convinced her after she was understandably freaked out. They go to meet Floyd.

Jamie shows up and explains what happened and that she was pre-screened to make sure she wasn’t a guy. Floyd actually even gives her an up and down look before she says she passed! Pretty sure this also wouldn’t go over well today. Jamie and Floyd, however, hit it off and leave to go on a date. When they get back, Yvette and TJ are spying on the new couple to see how it went. Floyd was actually bigging up TJ and talking about how smart he is to Jamie when they got in. Aww. Floyd is proud of his son for hooking him up. Yvette is noticeably annoyed at how he gets all of the credit, but I mean, it was his idea. Yvette just helped him out.

Upon completion of this totally selfless act to get his father some love, TJ is happy at first. Yay TJ! You’re on the right track to becoming a thoughtful human be--

Sike! TJ immediately regrets this decision once he realizes that his father having a personal life means that he won’t see him as much. TJ has a basketball game coming up that Floyd won’t be able to attend now. Yvette offers to take him but it’s not the same because Yvette is a girl and girls aren’t fun. And just like that, TJ the petty, cock-blocking asshole comes back.

The next day, TJ and Floyd are playing basketball when Jamie comes home. Floyd invites her to play but TJ is all like “bitch, wait your turn” and then Floyd puts her on TJ’s team. She then bribes TJ with the food she’s about to cook for them. He agrees but then Jamie and Floyd start flirting because duh. TJ leaves in a jealous fit, upset that this woman he hooked his father up with has the gall to want to spend time with him. He simulates what he wants to do to her body on a bag of Funions.

I have to say though, how long was the frame of this episode? Days? Weeks? Jamie has essentially become their stepmom. She’s even giving Marcus advice on how to treat a girl like a human being instead of a meat popsicle with titties. Yvette and Marcus then leave, allowing Jamie and Floyd their Blockbuster and Chill time with The Preacher’s Wife.

But TJ is a boner detector because as soon as Jamie and Floyd are about to mash faces, TJ whimpers for his pa because he doesn’t feel good. We think Floyd banished him to his room but then TJ comes over and pushes the two would-be lovers apart so he can ruin their night. Jamie eventually decides to leave, even though it’s clear she was holding out in case she could get a piece of Floyd but TJ completely squashed that possibility. Floyd actually whines when Jamie says she’s leaving. Aww. Floyd is lonely. Does TJ care? Of course not.

TJ sounds perfectly fine when he says he’s sorry he ruined the night. Father and son decide to just watch the movie together instead.

The next day at school, Marcus is spitting his game at the girl he went on a date with. Turns out, treating women like actual people has been working well for him! He’s even going on a second date. Yvette comes by to let TJ know that she’s picking him up again. TJ is, of course, pissed because Jamie had come over to the house the night before, albeit dick-less. Yvette has to explain to TJ that when you date someone, the goal is to see them frequently and that he’s the reason their last date sucked. She then shatters Marcus’s dreams by letting him know that Floyd is taking his car on his date. Guess Marcus is gonna have to make out on the bus.

TJ’s lips are all puckered because he’s losing his father to another woman. He’s so distressed that he actually picks a fight with a senior. Mo steps in and literally drags TJ home. No, seriously. He carried TJ like a bag of groceries all the way to the Henderson house during school. Then he transformed into a therapist to get to the root of TJ’s outburst. This is during school hours. Mo skipped school to bring TJ home and give Floyd advice. Mo is amazing.

TJ is playing basketball with himself when Floyd comes in and then he spills that he’s sick of Jamie. Floyd reminds TJ that he’s the one who set them up and I guess TJ didn’t know things would actually change. Now would have been a good time to mention if he feels some way about another woman besides Yvette playing a maternal figure in the wake of his mother’s never explained death. But Floyd does a good job as usual and says this is temporary because when TJ is a teenager, he won’t want anything to do with Floyd. TJ finally stops being a prick and Floyd offers to be careful about how he schedules his time and then continues the basketball game he let Jamie interrupt previously. Aww Floyd. Too bad TJ is probably going to hold onto this for a while because he was giving his dad a lot of shit in the end credits. This isn’t even the last time he does this to Floyd and we never see Jamie again, so I guess it’s safe to assume that TJ killed Jamie.

Things I noticed:

- Can we just take a moment to appreciate how hot Floyd is? How could Marcus ever think his dad wouldn’t be able to attract women?

- This brilliant cover for the gang if Floyd came in during the date deliberation:

- Marcus doesn’t want Floyd to go out on dates because he wants the car to himself on the weekends. He says if Floyd starts going out, he’s making out in the back of the bus. Yvette then says, “No, thanks to Rosa Parks, you can make out anywhere on the bus.” Brilliant retort. I really hand it to the writers of this show.

#smart guy #floyd henderson #tahj mowry #marcus henderson #jason weaver #essence atkins #Yvette Henderson #disney #mo tibbs #omar gooding #TJ henderson

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Not Just A Princess

Request: Yes / No Hi,may I get a Spea imagine where the reader is Jug’s little sister who gets babied a lot for being5’1,petite,&nice.She then starts dating Spea&at first Jug&the serpents aren’t cool with it but then she does something that reminds them that being the princess of the serpents isn’t just a title she holds but one she holds for a reason,that she can take care of herself&then everyone is finally cool with her&Spea dating but Jug still gives Sweets a hard time just to mess with him, but like joking. Anon

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Jones!Reader

Word count: 1124

Warnings: Getting Jumped, a little cursing, being babied I guess?

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Being the Serpent Princess was hard, purely because Jughead, my dad, and the other Serpents were insanely protective. Their excuse was that I was too nice. I was also small, like Toni’s size. 5’1, petite, and I was nice but that didn’t mean that I was weaker than the other Serpents! Sweet Pea knew this. He had asked me out a few months ago and we weren’t exactly open about our relationship but we also weren’t keeping it a secret. I was just kind of hiding it from Jughead and my dad since they were crazy protective over me, more so since mom and Jellybean left.

Right now I was hanging out with Toni at the Wyrm and we were waiting for Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Jughead to show up. Toni was working at the bar and she was sneaking me drinks.

“Thanks T.” I said with a wink.

“No problem girly.” She said with a wink. In walked the three boys and without thinking Sweet Pea walked over to me and kissed my cheek.

“Hey baby.” He said and everyone paused what they were doing and looked at us. Sweet Pea had his arms around me.

“Baby?” Jughead asked annoyance laced his voice. Sweet Pea and I looked at each other and both our eyes widened. The whole bar went quiet.

“Ummm, I can explain?” I said with an awkward smile and a shrug.

“I knew it! Fangs you owe me twenty bucks!” Toni said happily.

“Aw man, you couldn’t have waited a little longer?” Fangs asked sadly handing Toni a twenty.

“You’re dating my little sister!?” Jughead shouted slamming his fist on the bar.

“By one year Juggie!” I said annoyed and crossed my arms.

“Y/N/N, I love you but shut up right now!” Jug said very pissed off. I decided it was best if I listened to him right now.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“Six months…” Sweet Pea answered scratching the back of his neck.

“Six months!?” He shouted making my flinch.

“Boy! What’s with all the yelling?” Our dad asked coming down from his office. He walked up to us and smiled at me.

“Sweet Pea is dating Y/N.” Jughead said crossing his arms.

“What?” My dad asked his face changing to anger.

“Dad! Come on, I can date who I want to.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You’re my little girl so no, you can’t.” He said.

“This is ridiculous.” I said shaking my head and hopping off the chair. I grabbed Sweet Pea’s arm and pulled him out of the bar.

“Where do you think you’re goin?” My dad asked as two older Serpents stood in front of us.

“Out of here.” I answered.

“No you’re not, Sweet Pea and I need to have a talk.” He said pulling him out of my grip. He took him upstairs and I rolled my eyes.

“I’d like my boyfriend in one piece!” I shouted as Jughead followed behind him.

“We’ll see!” Jughead called back, I could hear the smirk in his voice. I sighed and walked out of the bar. I needed to blow off some steam, I couldn’t believe they would do this and in front of everyone!

It was hours later and I still hadn’t heard anything from anyone. It was dark now and I was walking back to the bar from home. No one liked me walking on the Southside alone, let alone at night, but I wasn’t a fucking child! I could handle myself. I was cutting through an ally since it was a shortcut. Well that was the wrong decision, two Ghoulies were doing Jingle Jangle there. I sighed and just tried to walk past them but one of them stopped me and I heard the other flick his knife. The one that stopped me shoved me against the wall and the other placed his knife against my cheek.

“What’s a Serpent slut doing by herself?” The one holding me against the wall asked.

“Don’t you know this is the Serpent Princess?” The other asked with a stupid smirk. I rolled my eyes.

“Are you two idiots done talking? Can I go now?” I asked annoyed.

“Shut it bitch!” The one pressing the knife against my cheek said and he pushed it harder making blood run down my cheek. He sliced it down but I didn’t flinch.

“You two just made a big mistake.” I said narrowing my eyes at them. I kneed the guy holding me in his dick and he fell to the ground. I grabbed the other guys arm and twisted it behind his back. He dropped the knife and I caught it. I held it to the other guys neck and glared at him.

“Get up.” I said and he did as I ordered.

“You assholes are coming with me.” I said and pushed the one I was holding to start walking. The other one tried to run but I tripped him and I heard his nose crack. I leaned over and pulled him up

“Let’s go!” I said and shoved the both of them.

I walked them to the bar and shoved them inside. They fell to their knees and everyone in the bar look at us. I rolled my eyes and walked in front of them.

“Oh daddy!” I called in an overly sweet voice. My dad, Jughead and Sweet Pea walked out and they saw the two Ghoulies on the ground.

“What are they doing here? And what happened to your face?” My dad asked.

“These two thought they could fuck with me, I showed them otherwise.” I said with a shrug. Their eyes widened and Sweet Pea just smiled at me.

“You took on two Ghoulies by yourself?” Jughead asked shocked. I narrowed my eyes and him and crossed my arms.

“I’m not a damn child! I can take care of myself!” I said annoyed and walked up to Sweet Pea. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my head.

“Glad to see you're still in one piece.” I said with a smile and he smiled back.

“Are you two done interrogating my boyfriend?” I asked looking at my brother and dad.

“Yeah, you have my blessing.” My dad said and then went to the two Ghoulies on the floor.

“You better not hurt her.” Jughead said narrowing his eyes shoved him a little. He had a small smirk on his face that suggested he was joking but his eyes told a different story.

“I’d never hurt her.” Sweets said looking down at me with a smile.

“I’d kick your ass.” Jughead said again with a smirk.

“You wouldn’t need to.” I said smirking back at him.

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PETER/STILES

——— (part 4) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

Even a longer list of fanfics :)….

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Bittersweet Creek

Author: Guede

Summary: When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

The Glade

Author: makingitwork

Summary: We do what they want and what we want they make us want.

Hollow Moon

Author: Bootsrcool

Summary: What if Stiles got bit instead of Scott?But wait! Is that Peter? The man he gives flowers to in the hospital cause he never sees anyone give the comatose man flowers? Peter? Your awake?!Its a fix-it, cause I cant resist!

The Shepherd Boy and the Wolves

Author: Guede

Summary: After Derek’s nearly seduced by a hunter into betraying his family, his mother thinks it’s a good idea to send him out into the world and learn how not to fall for traps like that. Peter comes along, because Peter likes exploring, and that’s why they decide to explore a haunted mountain.Stiles lives on that mountain. With his sheep. They’re very tasty-looking, and well, Derek and Peter are werewolves.Hah.

Temporary Claim

Author: run_for_me

Summary: Some, of course, are off limits. Queen Talia and her husband have their special favorites who join their marriage bed from time to time. Laura has several young strapping men that are hers and hers alone. Even Derek has a few favorites—the quiet ones, the sweet ones.Peter? The Duke only has one.

Hooked

Author: Udunie

Summary: The car stopped right by him, so he pushed himself away from the wall, walking up to it, licking his lips as he saw the window being lowered.“Hey there,” he said. The first contact always felt awkward, no matter how many times he did it. But at least he knew that he would be A-okay once he was on his knees, sucking the guy like there was no tomorrow.He was a bit taken aback when he saw the driver, because… well, the man was hot as burning. Older, around forty, with a goatee and eyes so blue they sent a shiver down his spine.Stiles had the instinctive urge to back away. It didn’t add up. The guy oozed confidence, had money and was handsome. Absolutely no reason to hire a hooker, when anyone would have wept in joy to get on his dick.“How much for a night?” he asked, giving Stiles a long, calculating look.He should have just sent him away, he knew it. But the deadline on the rent was scratching at the back of his mind, not letting him think clearly. Stiles bit his lip. Fuck it.

The Pack Comes First

Author: RebaK1tten

Summary: The Hale Pack and the McCall Pack have bordering territories and both can benefit from being affiliated with each other. And the surest way to do that is for a mating between a member of each pack.

Soul Hates

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Summary: Stiles always knew that Peter Hale was his soulmate, he just didn't expect that Peter's was somebody else.“I found the documents, Peter,” Stiles said, his teeth grinding together in a hiss. “I found them. My name was never on your arm. You. Lied.”

Wrong But You’re SO Much Fun

Author: sneksonaplane

Summary: The first night Stiles added Ian on snapchat, they sexted for half the night and he came three times. And now Stiles was...here. He’d been talking to the older man for three weeks now and was officially hooked. It wasn’t like they had anything official going, there certainly weren’t feelings involved, they were just friends who sexted a lot. And talked every night, usually until Stiles passed out from exhaustion. And he called Ian Daddy sometimes when they messaged each other. No big deal.

the one where Stiles runs a porn blog and has a major daddy kink, and he starts anonymously sexting with Peter without either of them realizing it. Both of them use nicknames to avoid giving out their real names on the internet, and Peter's fake name/nickname that he uses when he first starts talking to Stiles is "Ian" because I'm garbage. Expect errors and poor formatting because I'm betaless.

Worn Out Shoes

Author: moonstalker24

Summary: When the dead rise, and the world comes to an end, the McCall Pack must learn to live in this new world, or die in the attempt. This is the story of the end, and of the year that follows.

Taste, Touch Fuck

Author: about_two_cats

Summary: Peter comes home to the smell of Omega filling up the apartment. He knows it can come from only one source, the adorable little omega he’s with, Stiles. He follows his nose and finds Stiles ready for a good fucking.

Not Meek, Not Biddable, Too Unconventional So Very Stiles

Author: ladyoneill

Summary: In a world where Betas have become the norm, but Alphas are still the leaders, the wealthy, the powerful, Omegas are very rare and the only ones who can birth or sire Alphas with other Alphas. Born to two Betas, raised as a Beta, of course Stiles presents as an Omega on his sixteenth birthday because his life sucks that way. One month later is his ceremony where technically he chooses an Alpha as his mate for the rest of their lives, and Stiles is given three options. One isn't ever going to happen, a second doesn't really want him, so he chooses the third--a man twice his age, scarred and just out of a six year coma. Scared, because he has very few rights and this stranger can do anything to him, control any aspect of his life, and Stiles isn't a stereotypical submissive Omega happy to be home ironing shirts and suckling babies, he's surprised to find that Peter isn't a stereotype either (for one, he's a damn good cook). Is it possible that his life won't suck that much after all?

Whose Woods These Are

Author: moonstalker24

Summary: Stiles chooses the house simply because it’s far enough out in the wilderness to be away. His… reticence for human contact on any given day coincides entirely with how much pain he’s in when he wakes up the morning. His patience is limited, and he has more bad days than good… So Stiles moves into an old house out in the woods like a creepy serial killer. Reminds himself that other people suck on a regular basis and just sort of gets on with it… It isn’t until after several sightings that Stiles realizes that the wolf is following him. If the wolf decides it wants to eat him, Stiles would be a pretty easy meal….

A Little Too Ironic

Author: RebaK1tten

Summary: Stiles is an omega who needs to find a trusted alpha, purely for legal reasons. Peter Hale is probably not his first choice.

Love What is Behind You

Author: KouriArashi

Summary: Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Misconception

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Summary: After weeks of trying Stiles is still unable to get pregnant. He struggles with depression and anxiety, and worries his alphas might choose to leave him for another omega.“Oh god,” he breathed, fumbling out another test from the box. He almost dropped it twice. Twenty minutes later he had another result, just as conclusive as the first. Not pregnant. Not pregnant. Not pregnant.

I Don’t Like You, But I Love You

Author: sweetbutterbliss

Summary: He smells him before he sees him, the scent competing over the sticky smell of stale beer and sweat. It smells like burnt sugar, a little bitter mixed in with the sweetness. He leaves the paperwork on the desk and steps out of his office, passing the bathrooms that he can tell Erica still hasn't cleaned.A lithe, what Peter could only describe as a boy is standing in the middle of the empty bar, one hand gripping the dolly's handle full of boxes of Hair of the Dog; one of the few werewolf beers that doesn't taste of ass. (And Peter would know.) His mouth is slightly parted as he surveys the bar and Peter suppressed thoughts of what he could put in that mouth.

Stiles the Strange Pet

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Summary: Peter welcomes a strange new house guest.

All Hale

Author: dornfelder

Summary: Stiles wakes from the absence of warmth at his back and the sound of a toilet flushing. He moves his tongue from where it’s stuck to his palate and filling his mouth with the taste of stale death. Blinking gritty, itching eyes open, he finds the world too bright, too real to deal with just yet. He snuggles up closer to Derek, burrowing into his bulk. Derek’s reaction is a content rumble. He pulls Stiles closer. Beard stubble grazes his neck as Derek opens one sleepy eye.Wait – wait. What. The fuck?Stiles sits up. Derek’s arm falls from his waist and he watches Derek’s eyes grow wide with dawning horror that mirrors his own.“Good morning, my lovelies,” Peter’s cheerful voice announces from the doorstep. “Rise and shine. Early wolf catches the deer.”

Starverse

Author: Green

Part 1: All My Stars Aligned

Summary: Stiles needs to find an alpha ASAP. Actually, the doctors say he really needs two. Damn biology.Chris and Peter are two alphas in hopeless, doomed love with each other.

Part 2: Starcrossed

Summary: That was where it started, when their eyes met, and Chris smiled. Peter melted and fell in love in an instant, and kept falling in love every single time he dared to look again.

^sidenote: nearly made it to my TOP FAVS list

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills

Author: Guede

Summary: Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

Talia’s Master Plan For Love

Author: Irukashi_Narukib

Summary: Basically Peter wants nothing to do with this but can't avoid it. Same with Stiles but shit happens anyway. HAHA fuck them both.

Born Of Shadows

Author: xxxillusionxxx

Summary: Something is strange about Stiles and Peter is the only one who seems to notice.

Wake Me Up

Author: ToAStranger

Summary: Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

The High is Worth the Pain

Author: thegirlwhoknits

Summary: Stiles is an emissary-in-training whose teacher has sent him to Peter for his first-level initiation tattoo. The only problem is, Stiles has a kind of embarrassing reaction to pain...

Suppressants are Dumb Anyway Series

Author: vaudevillian_villainess

Part 1: Good Little Omega

Summary: Stiles is such a good little omega for his Alpha.Series

Part 2: The Price of Love

Summary: Peter and Stiles have to tell everyone about their mating...fun times!

A Welcome Arrow

Author: 1001cranes

Summary: The wedding is small and grim, because Stiles is being carted off to parts unknown, married to a thirty-something year old dude who wants to marry a seventeen year old dude - totally not creepy at all. Regency AU.

Name

Author: Corpium

Summary: When Stiles goes back in time to save Paige and stop Gerard, he doesn't expect Peter Hale.

Pigments and Pentacles Series

Author: SushiOwl

Part 1: Magic Needle

Summary: “One--” He stabbed the needle right through skin and cartilage, pulling a loud squawk out of Stiles.Stiles sucked in a few quick breaths then started to laugh. “You son of a bitch,” he snorted. “You said on three.”“I lied,” Peter replied, smiling down at him.Series

Part 2: You Give Me An Oral Fixation

Summary: "So, I want more piercings.""Oh? And where would these piercings be?""Guess."

Part 3: Time To Improvise

Summary: "Want to hear something weird?""From you, I've come to expect it.""Well, this time it's about your penis.""Do tell."

Part 4: Pillow Talk

Summary: “You’re going to have to move if you want to fuck me, y’know,” he murmured in Peter’s ear.Peter smiled. “I don’t plan on moving,” he told him. “I’m so comfortable.”“Then how are…?” Stiles asked, sounding adorably confused. Peter gave him a moment, and he let out a soft ooh. Peter looked at him over his shoulder and saw him lick his lips. “You serious about this?”“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise,” Peter told him, before he snuggled back into the pillow. “Think you can handle doing all the work?”

Part 5: Back In Black (Fur)

Summary: “What are you doing?” Stiles asked as the backs of his legs hit the bed and he flopped down on his back. “You’re not seriously going to molest me in my father’s house, are you?”“The concept absolutely tickles me,” Peter admitted, climbing over Stiles and bracketing him with his arms and legs. “I want to make you scream in your old room and know that I’m the first.”Stiles snorted. “Narcissist.”“Most definitely,” Peter agreed, leaning in to kiss him.

Part 6: Mark My Skin

Summary: There's a new wolf at the shop.Series

Part 7: Moon High

Summary: “You did that purposely, didn’t you?”“Of course I did,” Stiles said, putting his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “I know about that possessive streak of yours, and I like to see it come out.” He started to pull Peter back towards the bar.“Do you now? Do you want me to stake a claim? I could jerk off on your face right here, but we’ll probably get arrested.”Series

Part 8: And Then There Were Three

Summary: "You okay, Carina?" Stiles asked, sitting down in his chair.Carina chewed at her bottom lip a second. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanted to ask you guys something," she said, straightening up. "Formally."

Part 9: You Two Are Dorks (But So Am I)

Summary: "I need an apprentice," he said as he lined up his ink cups. He wanted someone to make everything ready for him so he could focus on just the tattoos."You should make Stiles do it," Carina said, not lifting her eyes from the Plants vs Zombies design she was working on. "Since he doesn't contribute.""Hey," Stiles said, turning away from his studying to look at her. "I'm doing very important work here. So nyeh." He stuck out his tongue.Series

Part 10: Alliances

Summary: “Aw, Peter made a friend,” Stiles cooed.

Part 11: For You, For Me, For All Of Us

Summary: A few days later, the doorbell jingled, and a familiar scent hit Peter’s nose. He turned, already smiling, and there was Vince at the door, grinning ear to ear.

Part 12: Red Splash

Summary: "Can we keep him?"

Part 13: Wild Run

Summary: “I can’t just get naked in front of you guys like that, jeez,” he said, turning and heading for the trees. “I need some privacy!”“Performance issues?” Carina called after him.“It happens to everyone!” Reggie added, before he and Carina started to giggle.

Part 14: Hold Me Down

Summary: Some birthday cake and a birthday dance.

Ecosystem Engineering and the Werewolf

Author: Guede

Summary: Stiles and his dad work for the U.S. Forest Service, which sends them to Beacon Hills. It’d be nice if Stiles could stop running into the Hales. He’s got bodies to get rid of.

more fics: part 5

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Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 1

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Word Count: 6,299

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

SOA/SPN Crossover

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

~~~~~~ SEPTEMBER 2005 ~~~~~

“Dean, take that case in Ohio Bobby just called about. (Y/N), you are staying here with me; I need your help with the research from here.” You spun away from your bag and your jaw dropped as you stared at your dad.

“You’re kidding? Why can’t I go with you or Dean?” You demanded as you glared down John Winchester. He didn’t look up from his bag on the bed next to you but you could see his face harden at your disrespect.

“Dean can handle that hunt on his own and I need…”

“Oh, you don’t NEED my help. This is just your way of keeping me locked away as always.” You interrupted as you glanced over at your older brother for some sort of help. You watched his eyes go wide and he shook his head as John stood up straight to glare at his little girl.

“You watch your mouth with me, girl. I need your help here.” You could feel the anger and hurt boiling inside of you. Ever since Sam left for college, you had been getting the feeling that your dad was singling you out and leaving you behind more times than not. Sam had been your protector; your best friend and he prevented that but with him gone, you felt just like the mistake you were.

“Dad, please don’t leave me behind again.” You begged as John collected his bag and he shook his head.

“I need you here and that’s final.” You felt tears sting the back of your eyes as he walked out the door without another word. You turned and looked at Dean as your tears began to fall.

“Take me with you.” You whispered as he stepped across the room and pulled you into a hug as your dad’s truck roared to life outside the motel room.

“Button, you know if I take you with me he will lose his shit.” You shook your head and pulled away as the sound of the truck faded away in the back ground.

“De, one way or another, if you leave me here, I am leaving. I’m not getting left behind again.” Dean blanched as you went back to throwing your things into your duffle.

“What? Where are you gunna go?!” You zipped the bag closed and turned around with a sigh.

“Stanford. Sam already said I could stay with him for a little while.” Dean shook his head as he flopped down into the bed next to you.

“Dad won’t let that happen. He’ll…”

“Yea, he’ll be pissed.” You said as you sat down on the edge of the bed facing your brother. “But he won’t come after me. You heard what he told Sam last year; ‘you go, don’t come back’. I’m not like you, Dean. I don’t want to live this life and be a hunter. I want out like Sam did! This is my chance…”

“Your chance to just leave me with him, that’s what it is.”

“De, that’s not it at all and you know it!” Dean stood up angrily and grabbed his bag off the table.

“You know what, I love you, (Y/N) but I want no part of this. The less I know, the better.” You jumped up from the bed and ran the few steps over to him as he ripped the motel room door open.

“Dean, don’t go like this.” He turned in the doorway to look down at you and you could see the hurt and pain in his emerald eyes.

“Look Button, I get it, alright? I just… fuck, I wish it hadn’t come to this.” You stepped up to him and gave him a hug as tears started rolling down your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. “I know you think he thinks you’re a burden that was forced upon him but he does love you, (Y/N/N).”

“I know he does but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not the same as you and Sam to him.” he sighed and stepped back, holding you in front of him by your shoulders as his eyes searched yours.

“Just because you are our half sister does NOT make you different from me and Sammy. You are a Winchester and that is all there is to it.” He used his thumb to brush away your tears before he leaned down and kissed your forehead quickly. “Be safe, Button. Let me know when you make it.” You nodded as Dean turned on his heel and headed out into the parking lot.

You stood in the doorway of the dingy Colorado motel room and watched Dean wordlessly get behind the wheel of the Impala. As the engine roared to life, your brother glanced up at you one last time before nodding and pulling out of the parking lot. As the sound of the engine faded away, you grabbed your duffle off the bed, glanced around the last motel you would ever be forced to stay in and walked out the door into the brisk mid-September morning air to start your trek to California without a single look back.

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“Jesus fuck, it’s almost winter. Why does it have to be so damn hot in the mountains?” You grumbled to yourself as you trudged through Nevada. You had been walking for two days, ignored at least three dozen phone calls from your father and hadn’t run into a single person in almost four hours. You were just about to call it a day and find a shady spot to rest, when the roar of a motorcycle came around a bend from behind you. You whipped around with a small cheer of relief and a big smile spread across your face as the man on the bike approached you.

“Well, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all by yourself?” The man asked over the loud purr of his sleek black bike. You shrugged as you hiked your duffle up on your shoulder a little more.

“Trying to get to Stanford; headed my way?” The man nodded as he began to take off his helmet.

“You’re in luck, darlin’. I can drop you off at the front door by tonight.” You smiled even bigger at your luck as you quickly situated your duffle straps over both your shoulders and took the man’s helmet as he offered it.

“You, sweetheart, are my savior.” He chuckled as you threw your leg over the back of his bike.

“Call me Jax.”

“(Y/N).” Jax glanced over his shoulder with a smile and you had to force yourself not to gasp at his stunning blue eyes.

“Well (Y/N), hold on tight.” The next few hours of the trip seemed to almost fly by and before you knew it, you were stopping at a gas station just inside the California boarder. You tossed your duffle on the ground by the pump as you climbed off the back of Jax’s Harley.

“So, if you can find me a bar near here and give me like… half an hour, I can pay for the gas.” You said as Jax cut the engine to his bike.

“A bar and half an hour, huh? Darlin’ if you wanna suck someone’s dick…” Your eyebrows flew to your hair line and you put your hands up in front of you with a laugh.

“Easy killer. My daddy raised me better than that. I’m no whore.” Jax glanced back at you as he headed into the gas station to pay.

“Then what were you doin’ hitchin’?” He paused for a moment at the door and you gave him a half mouthed smirked.

“Couldn’t very well steal a car in the middle of the desert, could I?” He hummed in acceptance and nodded as he headed inside to pay. With a small giggle you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and leaned against the pump. Once it turned on, you saw that there were two more voicemails from your dad and a few new texts.

-(Y/N) I don’t know where you are but call me, now! -Dad

-Button, you doing OK?

-Young lady, I mean it! -Dad

-Just call me, please. -Dad

-Hey, it’s Sam. I’m using a friends phone- mine died in class. When are you getting here?

-(Y/N), this isn’t funny anymore! -Dad

You sighed and responded to Sam and Dean quickly before you went back to look at the texts from your dad. You knew you should call him and tell him you were OK but you knew the call would be traced in a heartbeat. You were just about respond with a quick text when Jax walked past you to his bike.

“So, who you runnin’ from, darlin’.” You sighed as you powered your phone off once more. You looked up at him as you shoved your phone in your back pocket.

“I guess you could say the family business. It’s a long, complicated story.”

“Hey, I wrote the book on complicated.” He ran his fingers through his long wind swept blonde hair and you shrugged as your eyes found the patches on the front of his black sleeveless kutte. You gestured to them before crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Did the ‘Men of Mayhem’ help you write the book?” He smirked as he glanced down at his chest briefly and scratched at the short blonde beard he had.

“You could say that. Wrote a couple chapters, that’s for sure.”

“Did those chapters give you some good stories?” He nodded and laughed as he finished pumping his gas.

“Some good, some bad and even some ugly.” You smiled as he put the gas pump back.

“Would you trade them for the world?” He paused and looked over at you with a slight shake of his head.

“Not in a million years, darlin’.” You gave him a weak smile, reached out and gently pat his shoulder.

“That is where your complicated and mine are totally different. Come on, I need a drink.” You could see a slight look of concern appear in his eyes and his head tilted ever so slightly to the side before you pushed off the gas pump and grabbed your bag. “So, I’ll make a bet with you.” You said as you situated your duffle on your back as Jax climbed on his bike.

“Oh yea? And what would that bet be, darlin’?” You climbed on behind him as he turned his bike over and you rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I bet, I can make at least a hundred bucks within 45 minutes of walking into a bar of your choosing.” You should feel his chuckle against your chest as he pulled away from the gas station.

“What are we playing for?” He called out over the wind.

“I’ll give you half what I win for gas but you have to tell me a couple of your stories and if I lose, I’ll give you two hundred cash when you get me to my brother’s and I’ll tell you why I’m runnin’.” You felt him shrug slightly before he reached down and placed his hand on yours; tucking his thumb under your palm to indicated a hand shake.

“Got yourself a deal, darlin.” You smiled as he turned into a bar parking lot and you said a silent thanks that it was busy on a Friday evening. As you climbed off the bike, you handed Jax his helmet and dropped your duffle to the ground.

“I need you to take this for me. Just find a seat, order a beer or two and let me work.” You said as you pulled off your flannel. As quickly as you could, you threw on a little mascara blindly, spritzed on a little body spray and adjusted your breasts a little higher in your favorite black bra under your white tank top.

“I thought you weren’t a whore?” Jax teased as you zipped your bag and you rolled your eyes as you stood up and handed him your bag of belongings.

“Just start the timer, smart ass.” You said as you turned and headed inside.

The second you stepped inside the poorly lit, small bar, you were slammed with the stench of stale beer and lingering cigarette smoke. You made a quick sweep around the crowded room to see who you could hustle. You sent out a second silent prayer when you saw a couple of intoxicated middle age men playing pool to your right and with a slightly annoyed sigh, you fake stumbled in their direction leaving Jax at the door.

“Hiya boys. What’s a girl like me gotta do to get one of you handsome men to buy me a drink?” Just like you expected, the two men nearly stumbled over each other to get to the bar before his friend and you took a moment to glance over at your ride with an almost evil grin. He laughed as he sat down at the far end of the bar to watch and he glanced at an imaginary watch as one of the guys came back with a beer for you.

It only took a matter of minutes before you were throwing your first game. The whole time you played, you could feel Jax watching your every move. You tried not to, but you kept sneaking glances at him when you knew you weren’t being drooled over by the man you were about to flip. When he finally sank the 8 ball you put on your best fake pout and looked at him.

“Wait!” you said as you stood your pool cue in front of you. You purposely and slowly wrapped your hand around it as you played to your mark. “Let’s do it again. I bet you a hundred dollars you can’t beat me now!” As you spoke, you slowly dragged your hand down the pool cue to distract the guy in front of you and before he could completely comprehend to what you were saying, you had him agreeing with you. With a smile, you pulled out the last hundred dollars you had and put it on the table as your bait racked the balls.

“Bet she’s a shark.” His friend slurred as the man pulled out his wallet and added his bills to yours. You smirked to yourself as you bent down and broke the table, sending two solids into the far corner pockets.

“No, she’s not!” The man defended as you moved to his side to take your first shot of running the table. “Ass like that, she can’t be.” Just as you were about to shoot, you felt the man grab your hip and you quickly stood up straight and spun toward him.

“Now, now. Play fair. Don’t touch me and know that I won’t ask again.” You said sternly. The man raised his hands with a chuckle and took a step back away from you, giving you the room to shoot. With a small nod, you stepped back up and took your shot, sinking two of your 5 remaining balls effortlessly.

“Told you she’s a shark, Dave.” The friend said as you floated around the table sinking the last three balls perfectly. With a smug smile, you moved to the end of the table to find your final shot when Dave stood with his chest pressed to your back. Your stomach turned as his hand gripped your waist once more.

“Nice ass and taking my money? I don’t…” before he could get another word out, you reacted. You grabbed his hand and twisted it as you spun away from him. He stumbled a step as his intoxicated brain tried to figure out what was going on and you took that half second to send a left hook to his jaw. He collapsed to the ground with a shriek of pain and you drew your foot back and kicked him in the groin.

“I told you not to touch me, did I not?” You asked as you grabbed the cash off the table. “Thanks for the cash, perv.” Without hesitation you darted away from the table and saw Jax grab your bag. The two of you made a mad dash from the bar and you could hear the bartender yelling at you over the man’s pained groans and Jax’s laughing.

“You just handed him his dick on a silver platter, darlin’.” Jax said as you took your duffle and the helmet from him and you simply shrugged as you shoved the wad of cash in your pocket.

“I told him not to touch me. Not my fault he was too drunk to listen.” You jumped on the bike as the roar of the engine and the faint wail of sirens filled the air. “Jax go!” You shouted. You barely had enough time to grab his hips as he raced out of the parking lot and the two of you sped off into the night laughing. It only took three and a half hours to get to Sam’s apartment from the bar and as you were directing your new partner in crime down the brightly lit campus streets, you were suddenly wishing you could spend a little more time with him.

“So I lost the bet.” Jax said as he finally stopped in front of Sam’s place and you smiled as you got off the bike.

“Yea, you did.” You reached toward your pocket to give him some money. With a shake of his head, he reached out and took ahold of your wrist to stop you.

“Not necessary, darlin’. You care if I stick around though? I gotta few stories to tell ya.” You smiled and nodded as Sam’s voice yelled out to you.

“Did you seriously not tell dad you were leaving?” You spun in your spot as Jax cut the engine.

“Was I supposed to?” Sam rolled his eyes as he strolled over and you shrugged. “He left me behind again and wouldn’t let me go with Dean.”

“Yea well Dean has been calling me all day trying to find you because dad is losing his shit.” You shrugged once more as Jax took his helmet out of your hand.

“Oh, Sam, this is Jax. Jax, one of my older brothers, Sam.” Sam looked up at the biker and you could read his look of shock, concern and amusement on his face. Jax simply smiled a gorgeous smile at Sam as they shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, brother. You got quite a little sister, here.” Sam nodded and laughed as he gestured the pair of you inside.

“Yea, she’s a real spitfire, alright. A spitfire that needs to call our dad.” He glanced back at you as the three of you climbed the stairs and you groaned.

“Can I call him off your phone so I know he won’t answer? I know he is probably trying to track mine.”

“I got one he can’t track, darlin’.” Jax said as you headed into Sam’s cozy little apartment. You nodded at him as you dropped your duffle in the living room.

“I’ll call him in a bit then. So where’s this Jess I’ve heard so much about?” Sam blushed as he headed into the kitchen and you and Jax sat down on the couch.

“She had class tonight but she might be over in a little bit.” He called out; returning a few seconds later with three beers. “So, how do you two know each other?” You gave your brother a half mouth smirk as you leaned forward to grab the beers and Jax answered for you.

“Actually, I saved her from getting heatstroke in Nevada. I was headed home and she was just wandering down the road like a little lost puppy.” You whacked at his knee as Sam laughed and you scowled at the two men.

“Well thanks for saving her for me. You live around here to bring her all this way?” Sam asked. Jax shook his head as he took a pull of his beer.

“Not here; I live in Charming, ‘bout 3 hours up from here. (Y/N) just seemed like someone I needed to get to know.” You smiled and glanced over at him.

“I seem like someone you need to get to know… how do you know we aren’t like a family of serial killers?” Sam laughed and Jax shrugged.

“Are you two serial killers?” You smiled at him and looked at Sam.

“No bullshit, how many guns you got in this room alone?” You asked as you reached down, pulled your hand gun from your boot, and laid it on the coffee table.

“No bullshit? Two but that is just his room and no one else knows about them.” Jax sat up straight and looked at you and Sam.

“What the hell do you guys have guns hidden for?” You laughed as you put your hand on his shoulder and pulled him back against the couch.

“It’s a family thing. My dad was in the Marines and he always taught us that you can never be to careful.” You lied smoothly. “And besides, I know you have a gun in your jacket pocket. I felt it while we were riding here.”

“Two actually.” Jax said as he raised his beer bottle to his lips. “You can never be to careful.”

“Mayhem?” You asked and he smiled.

“Mayhem.”

“What’s Mayhem?” Sam asked as the two of you took a sip of your beer.

“Well, I am part of a motorcycle club called the Son’s of Anarchy. It’s for members who have umm… you know, done time… for the club.” He said as he pointed to the patch on his kutte.

“Way to go, (Y/N). Not only is he a biker but he is part of a biker club. Dad is… no, fuck that DEAN is gunna have a field day.”

“Dean is not gunna have a field day because you, Sammy are gunna keep your trap shut.” You said as you shook your head. Sam cocked his eyebrow at you.

“Oh yea? What’s in it for me?” You let out an almost evil giggle as you crossed your knees and tilted your beer at your brother.

“Me not telling De about the chick you accidentally deflowered in the back seat of his precious Impala.” Jax spit out his beer with a laugh as Sam’s face dropped.

“You wouldn’t…” Sam threatened and you smiled.

“And neither are you so there is no need to worry.” Just then, the front door opened and a beautiful blonde walked in. Sam lurched from his chair and walked over to her.

“You didn’t tell me you were having friends over.” She said as Sam bent down and gave her a chaste kiss.

“Not so much friends. Jess, this is my sister, (Y/N) and her friend Jax.” You stood up and walked over to Jess with a giant smile.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. I was starting to wonder if Sam was making you up.” Sam blushed as you gave Jess a hug and she giggled.

“Nope, I’m real. Are you guys staying here tonight? I can make up the guest bedroom because I know Sam didn’t.” Your smile faltered and you looked over at Sam.

“Honestly, hadn’t gotten that far. I got two hundred off some handsy sap so we can just get a hotel room for the night and go from there tomorrow?” Sam shrugged and you turned around to look at Jax as he got off the couch. He shrugged as he tucked something into his jacket. With a quick glance at the table, you saw your gun missing and when you met his eyes once more, he gave you a knowing look and a small nod.

“Hotel works fine with me if you don’t mind me crashin’, darlin’.” You smiled at him and saw Sam cringe out of the corner of your eye.

“Call dad.” He said as he pulled you into a hug. “And we’re sleeping in tomorrow so don’t wake me up before 11.” You gasped as you stepped back and looked at your brother.

“Sam Winchester sleeps in?! Have I entered some sort of alternate universe?” You teased and your brother scowled.

“Shut up. Call us for lunch or something.” You gave Jess another hug as Sam and Jax shook hands. Sam handed you your duffle and almost rushed you out the door after. You giggled as you headed down the stairs.

“He’s really freaking tall.” Jax claimed as the two of you walked across the grass to his bike.

“Yep. He’s like 6’4” or something. My dad and my other brother, Dean are both around your height and then you got me at little old 5’9”.”

“My friend, Opie is same height as Sam.” Jax said as he handed you his helmet and you nodded as he started up his bike. “But he also has probably fifty pounds on your brother too so he looks like a brick shit house.” You laughed as you climbed onto the bike behind him.

“Yea, Sam’s a little book worm nerd but he is still pretty strong. Dean is the one who is the family’s brick house. Oh and by the way, thanks for grabbing my gun off the table so Jess didn’t see it.” He nodded as he pulled off the curb and took off down the street.

“You got it. I’ll give it back to ya at the hotel darlin’.” You nodded against his shoulder as he rode off to find a motel. The farther he got away from Sam’s place, the more dread built in the pit of your stomach. Sure, you were 22 years old and more than capable of making your own choices but you had never disrespected your father this much to just take off without a word. You were so lost in thought you didn’t notice Jax had pulled into a hotel parking lot or ask you to get off his bike so he could get a room. His hand patting yours for your attention, however, caused you to jump nearly clear off his bike.

“Easy, darlin’, it’s just me. I can’t get off until you do. My kickstand’s a little fucked up right now.” You blushed and got off the bike with a heavy sigh. He gave you a smile as you handed him his helmet. “Look, I know I don’t know shit about the story and I know the call won’t be easy… but if this is what you think is best for you, do it.” You nodded as he pat your shoulder and headed inside to get a room. You resolved to check in with Dean first as you waited and he picked up on the first ring.

“Where the hell have you been? I have been calling you all day!” You laughed as you sat down on the curb and you rested your elbows on your knees.

“My phone died while I was walking.” You lied as you ran your fingers through your (Y/H/C) hair. “I’m in Cali, just left Sam’s and I’m getting a hotel room for the night.”

“Button, you need to call dad. He has been screaming at me for not looking out for you for two days. I have a rougarou to go after and I can’t…”

“De, I know.” You interrupted with a sigh. “I’m gunna call him off a friends phone when I get into my room.”

“A friend? What friend? You don’t know anyone in California.” Dean growled and you smiled.

“It’s a friend, De. His name is Jax. He’s this big scary old biker dude with a long grey beard and a pot belly to boot. Totally legit, knives, guns and tattoos and all.” At that moment, Jax walked around you to look at you questionably and you fought to stifle your laughter as you put your finger over your lips. Dean started screaming.

“I know you are lying right now because you know I would murder you if you were staying in a hotel with some strange old guy, (Y/N). Cut the shit and call dad before I drive out to Cali myself and drag your ass back to Colorado to talk to him.”

“OK!” You laughed as you stood up from the curb. “I gotta go. Biker boy is back.”

“Swear to fuck, Button, you’re gunna be the death of me.” Dean groaned and you shrugged as you grabbed your bag off the ground.

“I know but you still love me.” Dean groaned once more and hung up the phone as Jax dropped the helmet on your head.

“Old biker dude?” He asked as you put your phone in your pocket and you giggled.

“Yep. I technically didn’t lie to him completely but I made it so far-fetched that he wouldn’t believe the truth.” Jax nodded as you both got onto his bike and he started it up. He drove around to the back of the building and parked in the nearly empty parking lot right in front of your room.

“So I paid for two nights, just so you could figure out what you wanted to do.” He said as he let you into to your room and he handed you a burner phone. “And I will agree with your brothers and say you gotta call your dad and at least tell him you’re OK. Family is important. I’ve been dying for a smoke for like 2 hours so I’ll be right out here.” You nodded and took the phone and with a small smile, he closed the door behind him.

You stared at the piece of plastic in your hand for a minute before you forced yourself to call him. You let it ring once, before you hung up and immediately called right back so your dad would know it was you.

“(Y/N)?” John’s panicked and angry voice shouted into the phone. You sat down on the bed against the headboard and nodded at nothing.

“Hi daddy.” You could hear his sigh of relief through the speaker.

“What are you doing? Why did you just leave? I needed you here!” He shouted and you instinctively shrunk away from the noise.

“Daddy… I couldn’t stay anymore. I don’t want to be a hunter; I don’t want that life!”

“I don’t care! I needed you here. You can’t just leave me on a case like that! You could have gotten me killed!”

“Dad, me making the choice to leave wouldn’t have gotten you killed. You did just fine on your own when we were all kids before you dragged us into the hunting life. Just because…”

“You watch your mouth with me, young lady! I am still your father!” He shouted and you shook your head.

“I’m well aware of the dad, trust me… but I don’t want that life. Look, I am safe. I’m with Sam and I’m gunna stay out here for a while to get some clarity. I’ll be OK and I’ll be back…”

“If you choose to stay out there with your brother, don’t you dare come back either.” He said. You knew those words were coming yet they still stung and your breath caught in your throat. You could feel your tears starting to fall and you slowly nodded your head.

“Goodbye, daddy.” Without waiting for a response, you hung up the phone and quickly turned it off. You drew your knees up to your chest and rested your forehead against them as Jax walked back into the room. He let you be as he closed the curtains and took off his boots, kutte and jacket and he finally dropped on the bed next to you.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk about it so I ordered a cheese pizza because I didn’t know what you would like. And I’m sure we can find some sappy chick-flick or a nice porno to watch on TV while we wait.” You laughed as you wiped your tears off your cheeks and you glanced over at him.

“You’re just a real class act aren’t you?” He smirked as he leaned back against the headboard and put his hands behind his head.

“I’m a biker boy,” he teased “we are all really classy guys.” You shook your head as you grabbed the remote off the bedside table. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you found an action movie on TV and waited on the pizza that you insisted on paying for. Once you had eaten, the two of you settled back into the comfortable silence to finish the movie. Jax finally spoke as the credits started rolling.

“My mom holds this fundraiser every year that has nothing to do with the MC… the motorcycle club.” he corrected as you looked at him quizzically. He held up a cigarette and gestured outside and you stole the smoke from him and headed out the door. “So me and Opie and this douchebag we don’t fucking talk about anymore are all sitting back behind one of the food tents, smokin’ a joint. All three of us are wrecked; been drinkin’ and smokin’ all day and when we finish the joint, the douchebag tosses the roach away like a fucking dumbass. Shit lands in a box of fireworks.” You gasped as the two of you sank down against the wall and laughed. “I thought my mom was going to kill us. Middle of the afternoon and we got fucking fireworks zippin’ around this damn fundraiser.”

“Is that why you don’t talk about him any more?” You asked as you took a drag off the cigarette. You weren’t a regular smoker but you used to hang out with the kids who smoked when you were in high school. You found they were usually the most accepting group of people in the hundreds of schools you attended before you graduated. Jax shook his head.

“Nah, that fucker is dead to us because he is the reason Ope is in jail. Long story.” You nodded as you exhaled and you looked over at your new friend.

“This one time, Dean, Sam and I were waiting for my dad to come back from… work. It was right around 4th of July and we were all still young. I was I think 11 so Sam was 12 and Dean would have been 16. There was this fireworks stand like a mile down the road from the motel we were living in at the time and Sam and I were pestering De to take us to the fireworks show they were doing that weekend. Instead, Dean stole a car, drove down there, stole a shit ton of fireworks and we put on our own show in this field across the street. The three of us lit like 50 fireworks as fast as we could and then ran like hell before the cops caught us.”

“You lived in motels?” he asked and you nodded as you took a drag of your smoke.

“Yea. My dad traveled a lot for work so Dean, for the most part, ended up basically raising Sam and I.” You shrugged and took another drag of your smoke. “My dad had it rough. I’m actually Sam and Dean’s half sister. Their mom died in a house fire when Sam was six months old and my dad went through a couple months where all he could do was drink his grief away. I am the product of a one night stand. After my mother had me, she hunted down my dad who had started working as a traveling mechanic where he could get side jobs and shit. She dropped me off at his motel and left me there with a note that basically said that she never wanted kids and since he couldn’t be bothered to pull out when he was drunk, he could be stuck with me.”

“Damn…” Jax said as he flicked his cigarette butt across the parking lot. “That’s really shitty.” You shrugged as you took your last drag and flicked your butt as well.

“Yea well shit happens. My dad did the best he could. We always had food to eat even if it was just cereal and every few months we would spend a week with an old friend of his… but being the only girl in a family of boys ain’t easy especially when I’m not the daughter of the love of his life. Don’t get me wrong, my dad isn’t a bad dad. Taught me how to fix cars and how to protect myself and… other shit. I just didn’t want to be raised in the ‘family business’.” you said, using air quotes to make your point.

“You can fix cars?” he asked incredulously as he got up from the ground. You nodded as he offered you a hand and pulled you up with him.

“That I can. I worked in a shop for about four months in west Texas last year. Always shocks guys when they come in and see a girl working on their car.” Jax laughed and ushered you inside.

“Well, if you decide to stick around Cali, I can get you a job fixing cars at the shop with me. We can always use another pair of hands.” You smiled as you plopped down on the bed again and you crossed your legs and nodded.

“Honestly, finding a job was kinda my plan so I’ll take you up on that.”

Part 2

#Jax x Reader #Half Blood Whole Heart #SOA/SPN crossover

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March 1, 2017

Atlanta, GA – Esperanza’s Condo

3:45 pm

Esperanza lie across her king-sized bed listening to her best friends, Angel and Monroe go back and forth about what they were doing for her upcoming birthday. She never got a say so in what they did, she liked what they had come up with in the past. While they talked she checked in with Kyla who was at cheer practice for their upcoming competition. It had been a few days since Esperanza had heard anything from Joe but she wasn’t worried, Kyla was worried enough for them both. If he was meant to find her again, he would. And if not, then so be it.

“How about we go out to Cali? Go to the beach, do some sight seeing.”

Angel rolled her eyes for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes at Monroe. She didn’t like any of Monroe’s ideas, as usual.

“Cali? Who is she Kyla? She needs a real trip out of the country, Roe.” Angel explained thumping the younger girl’s forehead. “Somewhere like Barcelona or Brazil.”

“Do you really think she would like that? What about Germany?”

Angel looked to Esperanza with an exasperated sigh, “Please get your girl. This fool wants to take you to Germany.”

‘You guys know we don’t have to take a trip every time one of us has a birthday,” Esperanza laughed dropping her phone onto the bed. “We could just go out here or drive somewhere close.”

Both Angel and Monroe laughed at her suggestion. The trio had been taking birthday trips ever since their businesses took off three years prior. They hadn’t spent a birthday in Atlanta since.

“Oh please. You can’t be serious, Es. I don’t agree with that ragamuffin very often but we agree on this. Birthday trips are our thing, we’re successful we deserve it.”

“You got one more insult me and I’m knockin’ that cute little accent out of your mouth, Monroe,” Angel playfully threatened. “But she’s right. We’re going. You just worry about packing some real cute shit and we got the rest.”

Angel was the friend with the potty mouth. She cursed like a sailor and had no cares about anyone who didn’t like it. She was the oldest of the trio, which made her the protector. When they went out they had no worries, they took care of each other and she took extra care of the two of them.

“We’re gonna take you to a nice island, get you drunk and get you a man cause, chica, you need it.”

Esperanza rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Shut up, Angel. I do not need a man for nothing.”

“I beg to differ,” Monroe laughed, “You need one for a few things.”

“He can’t do nothing for me that I can’t do for myself, Monroe.” Angel and Monroe shared a glance then looked at Esperanza and fell out laughing. She pouted a bit not needing the same lecture from her friends that she had gotten from her mom of all people.

“When was the last time you were with a guy, Es?”

“That’s none of your business, Monroe. That’s personal.”

“Esa mierda,” Angel groaned holding back a laugh, “The last time you got some dick was when you were with Rodney’s cheating ass.” Monroe’s eyes got big as Esperanza playfully slung one of her decorative pillows Angel’s way. “Girl that was over two years ago. That’s a long ass time.”

“That’s why she’s so feisty all the damn time. She needs some,” Angel joked blocking yet another pillow.

“I hate both of you. And I’m not feisty, Angel.”

During Angel and Esperanza’s bickering Monroe’s phone pinged letting her know she had a message. She quickly gathered her belongings and headed for the open bedroom door. “I’ll see you ladies later. My man is on his way home.” She blew kisses on her way out of the room.

“Now that she’s gone, I can tell you what happened,” Angel said once she heard the front door open and close. “And before you say anything I didn’t want to say anything in front of her cause I didn’t want her to corrupt you into going back.”

“Just tell me already.”

“So, yesterday I’m at the salon working on this wig for a client when my receptionist comes and tells me I’ve got an appointment. So I’m like bring her back, I never really paid attention to the girl’s name when I saw it in my book,” Angel explained quickly. “So, she gets back my private booth and she’s talking her ass off. Telling me about how her baby’s daddy made her this appointment cause he wanted her to look good on their little date for some party they’re going to. And you know me,” she joked, “I wasn’t feeling it but I’m faking it, She pulls out her phone to show me pictures of him and the child. Guess who it was, Es. It was Rodney’s ass.”

Esperanza screwed her face up wondering why Angel was even telling her that. She hadn’t talked to him since their break up and she changed her number. He was in her past, that’s where she wanted to keep him.

“So once I’m done I walk her to the front to pay. When we get up there, Rodney’s raggedy ass is sitting out there with this big ass smile on his face. So me being me, I asked him what the fuck was so funny. He tells his little girlfriend to go on to the car so he can pay. And then he tells me how good it is to see me again and asking me about you.” She scoffed flipping her hair over her shoulder. “He was close to me pepper spraying his ass. Talking about he misses you and wants to know if he can have your number like he didn’t just have his girlfriend sitting in my chair.”

“And you told him what, Angel?”

“I told him kick rocks and to go back to his busted ass girlfriend.” Esperanza stared at her waiting for Angel to say whatever else she had said to Rodney. “What,” she snapped rolling her eyes. Esperanza raised her brows giving her a knowing look. “Okay, okay. I told him if I caught him anywhere near you or anything you own I would cut his balls off with nail clippers.”

“You know you don’t have to threaten him every time, Angel. I’m over all that shit. It’s in the past.”

“I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t, Es. You may be over it but I’m not over how he made you feel. It hurt me to see you like that.”

“Awwwe, look at you, Angel, being all soft.” She joked hugging her best friend tightly. Angel pushed her off with a laugh of her own. “Yeah, yeah. Cut that cute shit out. “

March 4, 2017

Atlanta, GA – Esperanza’s Condo

8:30 pm

Kyla had been in contact with Joe again through Twitter ever since the night he day he left Atlanta. It was small things, him checking up on Kyla and Esperanza and making small talk with the young girl about her and her sister.

Esperanza and Kyla had dubbed Friday night their Sister’s Night. Neither of them worked and Kyla didn’t have practice—it was their time to take a breather from their responsibilities. They were supposed to watching ‘Dear White People’ but Kyla had her nose stuck in her phone.

“Little girl, if you don’t get off that phone. Those Tumblr girls can wait.”

Kyla laughed as she locked her phone. “I wasn’t on Tumblr this time. I was texting this guy.” Esperanza eyed her sister at the mention of a boy, her sister had never openly admitted to texting and talking to boys on her phone even though Esperanza already knew. Kyla caught her sister’s look and shook her head. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s more like my brother—big brother.”

“Look here, whoever this boy is does not want to be your friend. He’s only saying that because he thinks it’ll get you comfortable with him so he can sleep with you, Ky.”

“It’s not like that. Seriously. He’s a brother to me.”

Esperanza scoffed pausing the Netflix series. She turned on the sofa so she was facing her sister. “And what are you to him? Trust me, Kyla. I’ve had my share of boys who say they’re my brother and then try to fu—sleep with me.”

“He’s way too old to be into me, Es. I swear it’s not like that.”

“How old is way too old, Kyla Lolita Harris?”

Kyla ran her hand down her face in frustration. This was not the plan she had worked through with Joe. It sounded so much better in texts, leave it to her to mess it up. “Look, I’ll just call him and you can talk to him. He’s more into you than me, I’m sure of it.” Quickly, she went through her contacts, finding Joe’s name so she could FaceTime him. “See,” Kyla sassed passing her phone to her sister. Giving her sister the side eye, she snatched the phone waiting for him to answer.

She smiled upon seeing Joe’s brown eyes staring back at her. “Kyla, I’m gonna kill you,” she mumbled, “And you too, Joe. I know you put her up to this.”

“It’s good to see you too, Tesoro della mia.” His voice was even deeper through the phone, it was nice to hear it again.

Esperanza allowed herself to dial back her excitement. The last thing she wanted was for Joe to think that she was waiting on him. “What does that mean, Joe?”

“It means treasure of mine.”

“Mmhm. You think your Italian is gonna win me over?” She asked raising a brow. “Cause it’s not.” Joe laughed heartily, he started to move around with his phone cuffed tightly in his hand. From what Esperanza could see he was in a hotel room, a nice one. He plopped down onto the full-sized bed still staring at Esperanza.

“From your smile I think I already have, Doll. You look beautiful by the way.”

“You almost got cursed out,” she said honestly, ignoring his compliment. “Had me thinking some guys was tryna give her some game about being her brother. And she said he was older than her. You almost got the business, Joe.”

“You tryna give me the business already, Doll. It’s like that?” Esperanza covered her mouth to contain her laughter, Kyla stood up ready to excuse herself that was much more than what she wanted to hear.

“Well, alrighty. I’m just gonna go to my room before I lose my dinner all over the floor.”

“Damn, little sister,” he laughed, “I didn’t know you were still in the room. You were too quiet over there.”

“Don’t worry, Joe. I’m leaving,” she giggled. “Can you call him on your phone, Es? I need my phone.”

Esperanza didn’t plan on staying up as long as she did with Joe but he wouldn’t let her hang up. He only had a flight in the morning so he was in no rush. The two of them traded jokes and stories back in forth, their laughing kept Kyla awake but she was happy for her sister. It had been a while since her sister had genuinely laughed like that.

“I should’ve asked before but do you have a girlfriend, Joe? Cause I’m not trying to be your little road side piece.”

He smirked rubbing his tired eyes. “Nah, no girlfriend, Doll. Unless that’s your way of askin’.”

“Nope it’s not. But you look tired, you should get some sleep.” He nodded then bid her good night, ending their call.

March 10, 2017

Orlando, FL - Disney Coronado Springs Resort

6:45 pm

Kyla’s cheer competition had brought the sisters down to Orlando for the weekend with Kyla’s team. Since Kyla would be with her team the whole weekend, Esperanza and Joe made plans with each other before and after the competitions. They had plans to got to his cousin, Jon’s house, for a little get together during their time off.

“You’re staring again,” Esperanza laughed snapping her fingers in his face. He grabbed her hand, placing a light kiss on her knuckles. “Can’t help it, Doll. I finally have you in front of me without starin’ a hole through my phone.”

“Stop it. Flattery will get you nowhere,” she told him moving from their spot on the bed. She wanted to change clothes before they headed out for his cousin’s house. Joe couldn’t help his wondering eyes, he had been watching her every move since he got to her hotel room over an hour ago.

“I think it could if you gave it try.”

“I’m not fucking you in a room filled with Mickey mouse heads, Joe,” she laughed taking her clothes to the bathroom. “Not even if I actually wanted to.”

“Trust me, baby. If you let me in, you wouldn’t be worried about those damn heads,” he yelled out to her.

“Am I gonna have to put you out, Joe? You know I will.”

“You’d really put me out,” he asked lying back with his hand behind his head.

Esperanza snatched the bathroom door open, giving him a mocking smile then went to tuck the clothes away in her bag. She didn’t want to put him out, she was enjoying his company far too much. Even when she acted like she didn’t want him there, Joe brought more laughs and smiles out of her. Joe eyed her as she approached the bed. He knew she was watching him watch her but he had not a care in the world about it. He never made it a secret that he was attracted to her.

“I didn’t invite you over here for that. If you keep this up you’ll be going to your cousin’s place alone.”

“Plans change, Es. For the better.” She rolled her eyes trying to pull him up from his spot on the bed. The pair fought back and forth even though Joe could’ve easily overpowered her, it was more fun to watch her try. “We could both just stay here and enjoy each other’s company.”

“Not happening. I’ve gotten dressed to go out and that’s what we’re doing, mister.”

“Doll, why go be annoyed by my cousins, their wives and our friends, when you can stay here with Daddy,” he asked grasping her chin with his free hand. Esperanza smirked as she looked into his eyes. She couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t tempting her.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Joe. We go to your cousin’s house and have a good time now,” she said lacing her fingers with his, “And I’ll show you a good time later. Deal?”

He twisted his lips, thinking about her deal. “What kind of good time, Doll?”

“I’m still not going to fuck you in this Mickey Mouse room,” she giggled.

“Mmm, I’ve got a better deal. We go to my cousin’s house for a little while and afterwards we go to my house, I can make you some dinner then you can make me some sweets. Deal?”

“As long as I’m not the sweets, Joe. I’m not fucking you in your house either.”

“No one said anything about fuckin’. Just dinner and somethin’ sweet.”

Joe grabbed Esperanza’s wrists as she got ready to get out of his blacked out Tahoe. Their drive to Jon’s house was quiet but comfortable. Outside of Joe quietly signing along to the radio and Es laughing at him.

“I’m gonna warn you, Es. My cousins aren’t like me.”

“What does that mean? I’ve seen them on television, they are not that bad, Joe.”

“No, seriously, Doll. Josh is alright but Jon is,” he paused trying to find the right word. Before he could, His door was snatched open. Joe groaned as his cousin pulled him out of the driver seat, Esperanza laughed as she grabbed the keys from the ignition before getting out. She walked behind them as they play fought all the way up the curved driveway. Esperanza noticed there were about five or six cars. More than what she thought would be there. They stopped once they were on the porch when Joe was finally able to get out of his cousin’s hold.

“This is my cousin, Jon,” Joe said slightly out of breath, “Jon this is, Esperanza. My Doll.”

Jon gave him a cray look as he pulled her into a big hug, spinning her around in a circle until her back was to Joe. Jon looked over her shoulder at her butt with a goofy smile then gave Joe a thumb up. He tried to take a swipe at his cousin but Esperanza ended up getting in his way when she pulled away from the hug. She took her place at Joe’s side, holding on to his arm.

“Nice to meet you, Jon. Joe told me some stuff about you,” she giggled.

“Likewise, Esperanza. And whatever Uce told you, it’s a lie he’s a hater,” he laughed.

“Get your crazy ass in the house before I get Trin on your ass.”

“Whatever, I ain’t scared of her,” he sulked walking them into the house.

Joe wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from the back. She giggled feeling his beard tickle her neck. “Stop it, Joe.” She wiggled against him trying to get out of his hold, he groaned in her ear at the feeling. “You better stop. Keep that up and me fuckin’ you in a Mickey Mouse room will be the least of your worries, Es.” At his words, she stopped her movements feeling her cheeks heat up from his words. “That’s what I thought,” he mumbled as he let her go and grabbed her hand.

“Bout damn time,” Jon complained as they entered the large, open living room. “Alright, yall this is Esperanza, the doll.”

“MY doll,” Joe playfully glared at his cousin.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway. Esperanza, that’s my twin Josh, his wife Kecia, my wife Trinity and our ugly cousins. Come on, Uce.” Jon spoke quickly, grabbing Joe’s arm pulling him away from Esperanza. Before she could ask where they were going, Joe, Jon and Josh were out of sight.

“Girl, come have a seat. They won’t be back for a while.” The woman she remembered as Trinity patted the spot on the sofa beside her with a welcoming smile.

The woman to her left put a hand to Esperanza’s knee, garnering her attention. “Joe didn’t tell us he was bringing a guest with him. I’m Tamina by the way.”

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding, Tamina. He told me it would be alright if I came,” she explained confused.

“Girl, we’re not upset you’re here. Hell, we’re excited he brought you with him,” Tamina laughed slapping hands with Kecia.

“Why’s that?”

“Cause he never brings girls to meet us. He hasn’t since his developmental days. He usually just sleeps with them then never talks to them again.” His other cousin added earning glares from her other cousins. “What? It’s the truth and you guys knows it.”

“Yeah but you didn’t have to tell her that, Nia. At least wait until you’re sure he’s told her that,” Tamina stressed giving her leg a slap.

Esperanza sat uncomfortably watching them go back and forth, she was glad to hear that Joe hadn’t done to her what he had clearly done to others but on the other hand she wasn’t sure if she liked that he had that in his past. What if it came back to bite him in the ass somewhere down the line? Or what if he left her in dust?

“Don’t worry about what Nia said. She has a habit of putting her foot in her mouth,” Kecia assured.

“You guys know him best, it’s better to hear it from you than anyone else.”

“No,” Tamina asserted, “It’s better to have heard it from Joe. His past relations are none of our business. We shouldn’t have brought it up, especially not on your first visit.”

“Yeah hopefully we haven’t scared you away from him. Joe would kill us.”

Esperanza laughed waving Trinity off. They looked extremely worried. “Trust me, him and his mouth will run me away before you guys would.”

“His mouth?” Trinity asked carefully.

Esperanza laughed thinking back to their conversation in the hotel, their phone conversations and texts. He had been throwing out innuendos at her, Joe was good she had to admit but not that good.

“Joe is just good. He’s a smooth talker and I bet he’s even smoother,” Esperanza caught herself before she could utter the rest of her words. “Sorry, I don’t want to make yall uncomfortable and we barely know each other.”

“Trust us nothing you could say could make us uncomfortable. We’re all family, hopefully you’ll stick around and become family too.”

Joe brought Esperanza to his home, getting her settled in his living room while he changed clothes. Him and his cousins had smoked a cigar and the smell had seeped into his clothes. While she waited for him to return, she called to see if Kyla and the team had made it back to their hotel.

“We’re still out, Es. I know that’s what you want,” Kyla laughed into the phone.

“I just wanted to check on you, geez. I haven’t heard from you all day.”

“Because you’re with Joe. I want you to enjoy him without interruptions.”

“Enjoy him,” Esperanza laughed. “Girl, what do you even know about that?”

“I’m 16, not 6. I know what couples do when they’re alone. They have sex, Es.”

“We haven’t had sex, Kyla Lolita! You and I are gonna have a long, long talk,” she scolded playfully.

“Have fun. Practice making me nieces and nephews,” Kyla blew kisses into the phone then hung up.

She laughed tossing her phone onto the coffee table. She couldn’t believe her sister was pushing her up to have sex with Joe. Albeit, she was thinking about it but she didn’t need anyone influencing her. It’s the reason she hadn’t told Monroe or Angel about Joe period.

When she looked up, Joe was coming around the corner, heading towards his kitchen. She followed him, wanting to know what he planned on cooking.

“Doll, come wash your hands. I’m puttin’ your pretty ass to work,” he ordered popping her butt.

She poked his chest with her index finger. “Hands, Mr. Anoa’i.” He held his hands up surrendering with a laugh. Moving around her, Joe begun taking the pots out he would need and ingredients he had gotten before going to Esperanza’s hotel room. His mom had given him the recipe to her tomato sauce and meatballs, she was sure he could handle boiling noodles. She wanted to know who her son was cooking for but he had given her some lame excuse about wanting to learn Italian dishes.

“What do you need me to do,” Esperanza asked softly.

He had started to open the cans of tomato paste and whole tomatoes. The muscles in his arms were flexing, catching Esperanza’s eye. “Fill that pot with water and add some salt and butter for the noodles for me. Turn the stove on 5, if you will.” They moved in silence, Esperanza finished her task and stood to the side watching Joe chop onions and add them to his pot along with the paste, tomatoes and seasonings. “Come closer. You can help me with the meatballs.”

“I’ve never made them, I’m not really sure how.”

Joe rolled his eyes pulling her to him by her wrists, until she stood in front of the counter. He stood behind her, his hands moving ingredients closer to them. “Alright, so we’re gonna crumble the bread first. Like this,” he demonstrated, “Got it?” Shifting in his arms a bit, she nodded trying to focus on the task at hand and not the body heat blanketing her own. Quickly and efficiently, the five slices of bread were crumbled and added to a large mixing bowl full of ground beef. “Next, we need to add an egg. Think you can handle that,” he teased. She pushed back against him laughing then grabbed the egg from him. She broke the egg, tossing the shell into the Walmart bag Joe had thrown the other trash into. “Add some parsley, pepper, garlic powder and parmesan,” he whispered pointing to each. His hands over her hand as she added seasonings to make sure she didn’t overdo it. “Now the fun part—mixin’. My mom says the trick is mixin’ it with your hands.” Without any hesitation, Esperanza dug her hands in, pushing and mixing the ingredients arounds. It felt cold and mushy in her hands but it was kind of cool to her. “Slow down, Doll. You’ve gotta be gentle with the meat. Let me show you,” he spoke moving his body closer to hers and putting his hands atop hers once more. Joe had her body pressed against the counter by his body, his face right beside hers. Cheek to cheek. “See, you don’t have to move so quick. Fast is cool but sometimes it’s better to go nice and slow, Esperanza.” She looked over at him, catching the focused look on his face. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched as they moved the meat around. The focus he had was putting her hormones into overdrive though she wasn’t entirely sure why. “It’s time to roll the balls, Es. Look at the meat, not me,” he joked squeezing her hands.

Joe placed a handful of meat in her hand then some of his own, showing her how to make a perfect ball. Setting his aside, he watched her do her own. She bit down on her bottom lip, concentrating hard on making hers as perfect as his was.

“You’re cute when you’re concentratin’,” he whispered pushing his cheek against hers.

“I just want them to be perfect,” she laughed, “No one wants lopsided balls, Joe.”

“Mine isn’t perfect, Doll. We’re gonna eat them no matter what they look like.”

She pouted setting her meatball on the tray beside his. They both did two more before putting them into the waiting tomato sauce. The pair washed their hands, splashing water and suds on one another until they both gave in. Joe led her back into the living room with him, while the food cooked. They sat on the floor in front of his sofa. The Game of Thrones marathon playing before them.

“My balls are gonna be so ugly,” she pouted.

He laughed pulling her into his lap, he knew she had been sulking over that since they had left the kitchen. “Babygirl, they’ll be fine. The only balls you need to worried about are right here.”

“You’re nasty, you know that, Joe.”

“I know it, I’m tryna make sure you know it.”

“You’re too much. I’m not going there with you,” she laughed pushing at his chest.

“You’re stallin’ but I’ll go along with it. I see how you look at me when you think I’m not lookin’. If you didn’t want me then you wouldn’t be here.”

Esperanza had gotten lost in his eyes as he spoke, moving her gaze between his eyes, his lips and his jaw. This man was more than attractive and she knew that he knew it. She bit her lip trying to think of ways to distract herself, reasons not to sleep with him while the food cooked.

“You wanna kiss me but you won’t. You wanna touch me but you won’t. Why.” He asked dropping his tone.

She sighed playing with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t want to be like those other girls. I’m not some little jeva that you can parade around cause I look nice on your arm and in your bed. I’m not a jungle gym, Joe.”

“Where’s this comin’ from, Doll?” Her tone of voice concerned him. Joe didn’t want her to be insecure this early about him, they weren’t even in a relationship yet.

“Just answer my question, Joe. Is this going somewhere or do you just wanna sleep with me? I’m a big girl, I can take the truth.”

“Tesoro,” he called out softly. With his index finger under his chin, he brought her gaze back up to his. “If sex is all I wanted from you, I would’ve gotten it the first night I met you. While I’d love to lay you down right here, I’d love to get to know you and make something of this even more.”

“You’re sure, Joe? Cause honey it’s going to be a long while before you get any of this.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, Joe kissed behind her ear down to her collar bone. “Are listening to me,” she giggled pushing him back, “I said you weren’t getting any.”

“I heard you loud and clear, Doll. However, there’s a big gap between none and some,” he whispered turning her in his lap. They sat noses to nose, her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Uhn uhn, Joe. Once that motor gets running, it’s not gonna stop.”

Their eyes met once again, a smirk on his lips. He knew the food needed another hour and that was all the time he needed with Esperanza. He had been itching to get his hands on her. “Well, there’s only one way to find out. Let’s take your theory for a test drive and find out.”

#we all want love #roman reigns #dascha polanco

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Destroy me with a lie, I will destroy you with the truth

Diary of a potential suicide: How's my life? He's doing good. Alot has happened. This entire blog started bcuz of the heartbreak a certain dumbass who shall remain unnamed, Johnny Rogers, broke my heart and destroyed me over and over with his homewrecking older uglier sasquatch only there bcuz my side of the bed was cold skank bitch. But that chapter has closed. New information has come to light regarding both of them. She left him for another woman's husband and was strung out the whole time she was destroying my life and calling me what she was...and him. He accuses me of destroying our marriage bcuz I cheated. No bitch, you were done. Remember? You were leaving me, divorcing me...so I was done too. You were a little boy who expected the toy he put down to always be there. But when someone else noticed it, you got a bad taste in your mouth. You blame me for the demise of our marriage, and made me believe it. Turns out broken hearted Johnny Rogers, has been cheating since 2014. Please deny it. I wish a fucker would. I will post proof, tag you, tag the bitches, your mama, your girlfriends (plural) and write a book for Google books and an audio version for youtube and google music. Bet I won't. ALSO, when he tells the story of us...he plays the victim of a violent mean crazy drunk wife who he stayed with for so long bcuz he loved her but couldnt take the heartbreak anymore bcuz she cheated 16 times. Real story? WITH PROOF AND PHOTOS? This asshole would get drunk, BEAT MY ASS NUMEROUS TIMES, (want pics?) Went to jail bcuz IT'S ILLEGAL TO BEAT YOUR WIFES HEAD ON A CONCRETE FLOOR BCUZ SHE WOULD NOT BUY YOU MORE VODKA. (want proof?) Or strangle her bcuz you're so out of your mind that you thought she was hiding people in the closet and wouldn't let them out. (Got pics) or kick her ass in her daddys house (should I tag him and ask daddy?) I could go on and on...the violence he is talking about? Is the time that I was done being the chick making excuses for a coward piece of shit and being my daddy's daughter, I beat his ass more than he beat mine. I gladly took that charge. In court, since they know exactly what happened bcuz he has been in front of that same judge for doing it to me literally more than 6 times, deferred. Judge told me its going to be a sad day when he is handing my husband a life sentence for killing me and that I needed to hear that God made me for greater than this man. He plays a convincing victim though, doesn't he? As for the cheating, yeah. He was in jail. I wrote all the time, put money on his books, bought phone cards to call me...he never did. The entire time. Then I got one letter. It said he's, 'done and having John (his stepdad) file for divorce.' Sounds done. So I'm supposed to NOT be done. I'm supposed to be a good wifey and wait? You got me fucked up bro. It wasn't cheating. It was the first step in the right direction. PLEASE CALL ME A LIAR!! I WISH A PUSSY ASS WOULD! YOU spin it on me. Make me out to be a junkie whore (exact words) while you are literally sleeping next to THE junkie whore (proof anyone?) when I just wanted to be left alone. You stalked me. Harassed me. Hurt me. Made up shit bcuz you knew I had warrants to have me arrested....and literally made me out to be exactly what you were. You made me believe what you said about me. In reality, I didn't see anyone. Ever. I kept to myself and minded my own buisness. You told everyone I was sleeping with everyone...no. As a matter of fact, between you and Monster, there was no one. And Monster insisted him and I wait til I hit a year. January 8th, 2016 Johnny and I got split. He went to jail. I went to long term inpatient rehab. 6 months. Left in September. Didn't care enough to care about anyone else and met Monster in January. He actually made ME wait until January 8th bcuz he said I'd feel better about myself if I did. Didn't happen that day bcuz all of our friends knew and made a big deal about it and I couldn't do it... So actually, over a year. Does he believe me? No. Do I give a shit? No. You don't know bcuz you bailed. You left me alone. I was there. I know what happened. You believe whatever you have to to justify what you did. THAT is why you will never ever get credit for the person that I am. I am the product of a good man who loved me when I still tasted like heartache and war. And never pretend like you know me again. And when you wanna talk about how we can be 'friends and have coffee and hit meetings together...' Fuck. That. You didn't want me when I was what you turned me into after 5 years of your bullshit and abuse you sure as fuck don't get to know who I am after a real man who loves me turned me into who I am now. Your REAL problem with me Johnny fucking Rogers, is that I see you. And I don't give a shit what you think or run your dick suckers about bcuz I have no respect for you. Hurts your nuts a little bit huh? That someone who loved you like no one ever will, That defended you after every beating, that stayed when the rest of the world turned on you, that always always had hope in you that this time will be different, the one person who had your back, even when you were dead wrong... That person that loves you with a chaos no one will again and would do anything for you... Realizes that my love is what made you good in my eyes. Without that, you are a sad shell of a twisted person who has no good left. I told you a long time ago, any good in you, came from me. It still stands. But now, you pretend to be someone you aren't. You know how you get pity? You tell MY story. WORD FOR WORD. You think I don't hear anything? That even in my hiding place, I can't see or hear? That everyone who knows me, hasn't met you, realized who you are and listen as you spout this to them and tell me?! Wow. You talk about how you don't like who I am...then why try and deny who you are? Why use the words I say to you bcuz I'm over you, to other people in our story like you said them to make it sound like you grew a pair? So no one knows you were the bad guy? So no one knows that you aren't a hater anymore, bitch, you're a fan. So when you tell the story, you aren't the bad guy? You tell people you're over me...that you couldn't save me...but forget to tell them, you were the one K needed saving from. You're over me, I'm running around Purcell high with a needle in my arm only 90 pounds and close to death. YOU WISH. Bcuz you hate the fact that it took you 5 years to beat me into submission and less than 5 months to be the person you wish you could be with.. But I don't want you. So you spin it. You tell people I post shit under fake profiles...bitch, like I am now, I will own every word I say and use my name to do it. You like the attention, you do it. Bcuz you are washed up and want to bring yourself front and center in my world bcuz it doesn't even touch your galaxy anymore. An excuse to be in my head again, even if just for a second. Bcuz you thought you could do better but found out you can't and thought I couldn't do better but did. Funny how that worked out huh? I told you, bad guys never win. Don't you read the story books? Use my words as your own...I don't care, bcuz I know that you know when you're saying them, who said them and why. You tell people I hack your accounts. I don't care enough about you or what you do to fuck with you. Should we mention when you broke into my Google Photos account didn't like the fact you were erased from my life for good and got butthurt at what you saw and sent people naked pictures of me and showing them off to your bros saying we were working things out and we just couldn't say anything yet bcuz we were scared about what Monster would do...that and the fact they all still gave you shit bcuz when they realized I am not what you've made me out to be, you had to pretend the fat ugly old chicks you get are a choice and not bcuz you are desperate. Did it hurt it wasn't you? Or when Monsters friend got wind of it, knew what happened, played you like a fiddle until you told him you can't be with the girls you're with without thinking of me? Or how you 'have no respect' for Monster and he's using me and doesn't love me but when you saw him face to face you called him sir? That's not respect. That's fear. That man made me see myself as he saw me, you had me scared everyone would see me like you made me see myself. Crazy how shit turns around. You're 'sober'? Do you need a Wiki definition of that word? You quickly forget, I do know people. And when they hear your sad story about love lost, they put 2 and 2 together and figure out who you are. Then they tell me you're screwed up on pills running your mouth. Oh right. You get drug tested....like you didn't beat those before. Right?! I am exactly what I am. Flaws and all. No more, no less. But I never pretend I'm something I'm not. I am enough to Monster. My horrible singing, terrible dancing, my snorts when I laugh, my stupid jokes, my random useless facts, my blanket hogging, my smothering love...everything you fell in love with me for but with a few things that make me better than I was. #1. I have a man who never lets me forget who I am and what I am to him. I have a man whom I love more everyday bcuz he has made me into someone I am proud to be instead of like in your case, loving you bcuz you literally convinced me I couldn't do better and beat me into the belief that THAT was love. If I know what love is, it is bcuz of Monster. #2. I am better than I was bcuz I don't have you in my life. Plain and simple. You prey on broken girls. The ones you meet in rehab, in AA or on the internet bcuz there, you can be someone you want to be but can't be. Bcuz if people ever saw the you that I see. That I know. That I am too good for, you'd die alone. What kicks your ass so bad is you KNOW what you lost...what should kick your ass is the person I am that you will never get to know. The person I am isn't the person you made everyone, including myself, believe that I am. It took a man that you say, *doesn't love me *is using me *has no respect for me to see, that as you were telling me these things, you were trying to bend me back into who you made me. I do not bend. Especially for you. Monster gave me that. You wanted me to start hanging with you, be besties, leave Monster for the reasons above....why? You said a few reasons.. 1. You still loved me. (Fuck. You) 2. You want to see me be okay (Fuck. You) 3. Bcuz you knkw you did me dirty and have guilt for doing an evil thing to a good person...which means you must have hit step 4 and my personal favorite...'BCUZ BABY, YOU ARE STILL THE SAME GIRL THAT I MARRIED' (I told you to never call me baby again, so don't) and I promise you, I am not that girl. The best parts about me are, but the part that had any respect for you, any love, any care for...you destroyed her. You just want to take credit for who I am bcuz people are seeing through your bullshit and its time to spin it again. You have nothing to do with who I am...You're only getting this much thought bcuz I heard the sad victim song you're singing one too many times and I am done. Please Johnny fucking Rogers, dare to call me out and say I'm lying about any of what I've said. I've already got the draft in my memo pad with odcr pages, pics of court papers, pics of my face after you'd beat me, the names and numbers of chicks you cheated with in 2014 (I will tag, I promise) and anything else I might need. I walked into this blog eyes wide open and prepared for you to call me a liar and anyone who wants to defend you. Either way, you will see them in divorce court. As for you, you will never get to know happiness. Any life you have left in you, you don't get to be happy bcuz it was built on my pain. It must suck to know that you tried to destroy me with my love for you and the worst possible thing you could have ever done and did do to another human, was the best thing to ever happen to them. You get no forgiveness. Ever. I used to believe in turning the other cheek, til you bruised that one too. Bye bitch. As for you Niki Harper. You and I will always have unfinished buisness. 1. Your hands should never have been anywhere near my dirty laundry 2. You didn't even know me when you did what you did. 3. Doesn't matter what sad tale he spun to you, he was a married man. You deserve slapped for that just bcuz that makes you a slutty home wrecking piss poor excuse for a woman. 4. Bcuz you like to talk shit and threaten me that you're on your way to kick my ass bcuz you left town for a few days and caught MY husband trying to hook up with me? (Ignorant cocksucker) (Johnny sent me that video. Thanks Johnny) BUT did you show up? No. You called the next morning asking me to forgive you. It's 2017. Nothing is ever completely erased. I even have my own folder in gallery dedicated to screenshots and verizon messages texts concerning what the both of you said and did to me bcuz you hoped 'I'd slit my wrist deeper and harder next time and end up dead in a ditch with a needle in my arm' didn't work. Nobody has that power over me. Especially a bitch with the only problem she has with me is that I am smarter, prettier, younger, better and when it came down to it, he tried to leave you to come back to me. I told you both.. Karma works for me. I have not done shit to either of y'all but sat back and watched you destroy yourselves and blame everyone else but yourselves. Your hell is waking up (probably next to some other womans husband) having to be you every single day while knowing, that I, the one you decided to destroy for NO FUCKING REASON, waited 33 years to meet someone who showed me the love you will never have bcuz you are exactly what you are and I wake up next to him. Everyday. What was it yall said on Johnny and I's anniversary when you bragged that when I called him crying saying I missed him? That you put it on speaker and laugh at me. And how 'blissfully' happy you were. You tried to replace me. You want on my level? Climb bitch. You couldn't be me no matter how hard you tried. That is why you hated me so much. Bcuz even though he was talking shit about me, he couldn't stop talking about me. Thinking about ways to hurt me, but always thinking about me. Sending naked pics of me to everyone, but thinking about me so he could stomach fucking you. Want the screen shot of the apology and asking for forgiveness Bcuz you found out everything he told you about me was a lie? I am sooo ready. I have been waiting for this for a long time. Had alot of time to prepare for what is next. So be careful and tread lightly. Know, before you do whatever stupid thing you might wanna do or say out of anger, that I can prove every word I said, EVERY SINGLE WORD, and it won't be out of anger. It will be out of shame and embarrassment at what you did and getting called out publicly. You made a spectacle with neon lights for what you did to me.. In life, you get what you give. So I'm returning the favor. How does it feel? Just think, this isn't even half as bad as what you did to me. You did it to me with lies and bullshit. This is the 100% Gods honest truth. That's why it hurta you so bad. Now everyone sees you. For exactly what you are. Please. Ask me to prove it. I told you both, I couldn't do to you what you did to me, destroy a good, innocent person with a lie, but I sure as hell can destroy bad evil people with the truth. You're welcome. Print it for your 4th step psycho.

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