#ya. sounds good ok ball | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

eddiesxangel · 4 months

Text

Fool Me Once | Eddie Munson x Reader

Anonymous Asked: Eddie being your first everything and first boyfriend and reader is like kinda awkward or something. Then Eddie gets really drunk and gets home to reader and starts yelling at her saying like “You’re only dating me because you don’t want to be a sad loser virgin.” and she gets really sad because she genuinely loves him so much and she starts thinking that he doesn’t love her at all… Then maybe the day after he can’t find reader anywhere and maybe she’s like with robin just crying her eyes out.

AN: IDK IDK it’s my first angsty thing I’ve done hope it’s ok 🫣

Cw: angst, hurt no comfort. Small bitty smut. Use of pet names, one use of reference to reader as “my girl”

“I love you, god, I love you” Eddie slowly pumped his swollen cock in and out of you.

You’ve never felt this wave of pleasure before; no wonder everyone was so hyped about sex.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“Baby, please.” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but the feeling in your lower stomach was starting to build more and more and more until! Euphoria. Euphoria fuelled your body. The wave of pleasure that Eddie just granted you felt indebted to him.

“I love you,” you sigh as your body melts into your boyfriend.

You’ve been with him for almost six months and finally felt ready to give himself to him. You hadn’t slept with anyone until now, and you were so happy you waited. You never felt so close, so in love, so unbelievably happy in this moment. Life was amazing; nothing could ever break this feeling you have.

Ring ring ring

You were abruptly awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. You were fast asleep, and now feeling disoriented, you looked at the clock. It was already 3:38am. You wondered who could be calling you at this late hour. Maybe it was an emergency? Your heart racing, you rushed over to the phone in a state of panic.

"Hello?"

"You little slut"

"Eddie?"

"Who else would it be? Are you expecting a booty call? another guy you want to fuck?"

"I don't understand? What's wrong."

“What's wrong? I'll tell ya what's wrong! You’re only with me, so you’re not some loser virgin, that’s what! Do you think all the guys will want you to know that your cherry is popped? Well, guess what, honey? Now you're just a sad little whore.” He slurred.

“Wha-“

“You think you’re hot shit now? Getting with the freak of Hawkins? Gonna brag about how you fucked the freak?”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” your voice wobbled.

He was obviously drunk out of his mind, but as they all say, drunk words are a sober man’s thoughts.

“I know how this is going to go… well, not if I beat you to it.”

“I don't understand?”

“I don't understand?” He mocked you in a high-pitched voice. “I’ll tell you what I’m talking about!” He yelled, and you cowered. He didn’t care. His voice got louder and louder. “You were a sad loooooser virgin before me! And now you’re just a sad loser who fucked the freak,” he laughed. He actually laughed.

"Eddie-"

“So we are don-”

You hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.

You couldn't believe this was happening? You gave Eddie everything. You thought he was your everything up until this point. You slept with Eddie for the first time a week ago. Things were good, great, even. Until he went to the hideout tonight without you.

You stayed up the rest of the night because you were in tears about what Eddie said. None of this makes any sense? You always loved Eddie, and you thought he loved you back? How could he be so cruel?

You were woken up from your daze by a knock on your apartment door. You stumbled out of your room, still in your sleep shirt, with puffy eyes from crying all night. Robin was here to pick you up for work.

"Good Mor-" Her smile dropped along with the cup of coffee she was handing you as she saw your appearance. "Oh my god! What happened?" she rushed inside to wrap her arms around you.

"Eddie. He-" You could hardly get the words out. You just crumpled into a ball on the floor and sobbed pathetically in front of Robin.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch" She let you cry into her on the floor. "Come on, you need to get out of here. Get changed. We are calling in sick, and we can return to my place."

Eddie woke up the morning after with a terrible hangover. It was already 12:35pm, and he couldn't remember how he got home. He suddenly felt an intense wave of nausea, which prompted him to hurry to the bathroom, where he vomited uncontrollably.

After the fifth shot, things in his memory become a little hazy. He was pretty hammered by then, but he still kept drinking with the boys. He vaguely remembered Jason being at the bar and making some leud comment about you, but other than that. Nothing.

He stumbled over to his answering machine to find it empty. That's weird? You always call him before your shift, and at least try to catch him on your lunch break. Today was Wednesday, right? You always work the morning shifts today.

Eddie tried calling your number, but he had no luck, so he tried calling your work, and when they said you called in sick, he got worried. So he tried your number again, and it still went to voice mail. Maybe you were sleeping? He tried calling back to see if Robin might know more. But when your annoyed coworker picked up the phone to tell him Robin also called in sick, he knew something was up.

Eddie rushed to his phone book to find Robin's number and called it. he waited for four rings until...

"Hello?"

"Hey! Rob it's Eddie, have you-"

"We are not speaking to you."

"We? Who's we?"

But it was too late. All he heard was the sound of the dial tone.

He tried again, no answer this time. He tried once more before getting pissed and decided to just go over to her place because what the fuck?

When Eddie got to Robin's, he pounded on the door like the pounding going on in his head.

"Robin! Open the door, please."

The door finally swung open to a very angry-looking Robin standing before him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Munson?!" She stepped outside and closed the door behind her so he couldn't come in.

"Robin, I'm extremely hungover and do not have the patience for your riddles. Do you know where my girl is or not? I'm worried sick."

"Oh, you can relax now since she is not your girl anymore, buddy." she poked his chest roughly. "you made that abundantly clear last night.

"Last night? I don't remember a thing from last night!"

"Well, think harder because she has been in there sobbing her eyes out from your little phone call."

"Phone call? What pho-" Then it all came rushing back to Eddie. It hit him like a Mack Truck.

"Yo Munson, where is that little whore of yours? Is she usually dangling off your arm like your little pet?" Jason snorted. "I bet she's off sucking another guy's cock; realized what a loser you are."

Jason didn't say much more to antagonize Eddie and get in his head, especially with the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

How could he be so stupid?

"Robin, oh my god, I fucked up. I fucked up big. Let me apologize."

"No. not now." She's a mess, as you can imagine-"

Robin was interrupted by the creek of the front door opening.

There you stood, looking as small as ever. Your eyes are still puffy, and your hair is a mess in your pyjamas at 1:30 in the afternoon.

"Baby, I-"

"Don't!" you cut him off, and Robin leaves to give you two spaces. "Don't you dare come here and think you can just take back what you said to me!" You had done a lot of crying; your anger was showing through.

"You don't understand, Jason was-"

"Jason?! What the fuck does Jason have to do with this? You hurt me, Eddie! I gave you everything! And then you throw it back in my face, accusing me of sleeping around? Are you insane? I've been in love with you for the last year and give myself to you, and you just throw that all away because of Jason Fucking Carver?"

"Baby, please, I'm so sorry; I'll do anything!"

"You've done enough." You turn and slam the door. That's it. You were done. Your heart felt so heavy… like it was just smashed into a million pieces. You were so close to caving when you saw the look of sorrow in those puppy dog eyes. But he had hurt you so bad you couldn’t believe he felt an ounce of pain he had inflicted upon you.

You and Eddie were officially done.

You have been radio silent. You were held up in your room, and you refused to do anything other than go to work.

Eddie called you excessively. It was every day, multiple times a day. His messages made your heartache as you played them back. You could hear in his voice how broken he was. He had fucked up so bad you didn’t know if you should give him another chance. For two weeks, you refused to answer your phone. You were so sick of it ringing you eventually took it off the line.

Eddie did everything he could think of to try and win you back. He sent you flowers to your work every single shift. He called, wrote love letters, and just needed you to speak to him. He was a desperate mess without you. Eddie’s heart, like not, was ripped into shreds, and it was all his fault.

You’ve been in his life since high school since he met you in hellfire freshman year. Then, once you finally confessed your feelings for one another, he couldn’t believe his luck. You said you wanted to be with him, that you wanted him to be the only one you give yourself to. He never thought that he would be so lucky... And here he was, shooting himself in the foot. He even tried to go to your apartment a few times. But you would never answer the door. He would leave a note each time he showed up unannounced. It would say how sorry he was and how much he loved you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

The slurred words repeatedly played in your head, and you couldn’t make it stop. No matter how much he apologized, nothing he could say could make you forget. Your chest felt like it had a fifty-pound weight sitting right on your heart. Your eyes were permanently swollen from the continuous crying you couldn’t seem to stop. He had stolen your heart and then stomped on it until it seized to beat.

The first month after the breakup was rough, but avoiding Eddie seemed to be easy enough. He eventually got the message by month two and stopped trying altogether.

As time went on, you slowly started to heal. Eventually, your constant thoughts about Eddie subsided. Eventually, they stopped. You never thought you would get over the hurt, but the distance helped. You were getting on your merry way by month three. Finally, feeling like yourself again, eating regularly, sleeping regularly. You hadn’t heard or seen him, and you were finally freed from the prison sentence that was Eddie Munson.

Time spent with your friends and family was exactly what you needed. Even though Robin saw Eddie regularly, she never forgave him for what he did to you. Their friendship was strained, which strained his friendship with Steve as well as Nancy. They wanted to take his side, but once they heard what he had said to you, they couldn’t simply look the other way. So you would hang out with them when Eddie wasn’t there and vice versa. They made sure you never had to encounter one another for the time being. However, it was getting more and more difficult to have two separate schedules to appease you both.

You were to go to Steve’s for dinner with everyone, pizza and movie night. When you arrived, everyone was tense. Lines got crossed, miscommunication ensued, and as you walked through to the kitchen, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in his hand, almost slipping from his grip as his Bambi eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Oh shit!” You hear Steve curse when he realizes the mistake that has been made.

“I’m going to go.” You turn and sprint to the door.

“Not wait!l You can hear Eddie shuffle off the chair behind you, but you refuse to look back.

“Please! Wait!”

Threatening tears sting your eyes, and you rush out the front door.

“Sweetheart, wait.” You feel his hand hook your elbow as your body is jerked in the opposite direction in which you’re running.

“What!” You yell, but then you see his eyes. You really look at him for the first time in three months. He had bags under his eyes, and the dark circles extenuated the deep chocolate of his eyes.

“I-I uh,” he lets out a deep breath, “I wanted to say I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I was so god damn stupid, so so stupid, the dumbest guy on the planet. I can’t believe I fucked this up so badly; I love you. I love you so much. I can’t do this anymore without you, baby. Please.” He was on his knees, begging, literally on his knees, grovelling.

“Eddie, get up.”

“No, I don’t deserve it.” He was so pathetic, but he didn’t care. “I love you, please, just please. I need you in my life.”

“I don’t know Eddie…”

“So that’s not a no?!” He popped up like an excited little bunny, the silver oh hope he needed to get by.

“Eddie…” you sigh.

“No, no, you said maybe! You don’t know. You haven’t decided. Please, baby, I love you.”

“This is too hard.” Your lip wobbles as you try walking away again, but he interlocks your hand with his.

“Please, can I at least just hold you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You let your hand slip from his grip, and he unwillingly let go.

Eddie felt you slipping through his fingers, literally. The hope he had moments ago was gone.

“I’m sorry”

“So am I…” without another look back, you walked away.

#Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine

1K notes · View notes

jobean12-blog · 11 months

Text

Cowboy for Keeps

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Cowboy AU)

Word Count: 3,555

Summary: You’re a city girl and you’ve just moved into the country only to be saved not once but twice but a real life cowboy, who not only looks the part but is the perfect gentleman and you fall...hard.

Author’s Note: Been thinking more and more about cowboy!Joel. And the new pics/gifs from his upcoming movie are great inspo! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of sweet and soft fluff, some flirty fun, protective Joel because a guy at the bar is a jerk- but it’s all good, Joel to the rescue!

Joel Miller Masterlist

You’re just about to pull the cash from your wallet when you feel a body close to you. Too close.

“Let me get that for ya little lady,” a man slurs, the stench coming off him a mix of booze and body odor.

You wrinkle your nose but paste on a small smile and say, “no thank you, I can pay for my own drink.”

He grabs your hand to stop you from handing the money to the bartender and you wrench it away, eyes wide with shock.

“I said I’d get it for ya,” he repeats. “’Round here we don’t let ladies as pretty as you pay for their drinks.”

“Well,” you start, standing from the bar stool. “Where I come from ladies can pay for their own damn drinks and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

The bar is suddenly quiet before it fills with the gruff mumbles and exclamations from the other patrons, mostly the men.

“Best let me buy ya the drink,” the man grits out, his face red. “Don’t wanna embarrass me now do ya’?”

“Honestly, I don’t care about embarrassing you considering I said NO thank you!”

You hold your chin high and cross your arms over your chest, only rocking back on your heels when the man stands and invades your personal space even more.

He lifts his hand and you start to stumble backward, unsure of his next move and that’s when strong arms wrap around your waist and you’re deftly moved out of the way and a large man stands protectively in between you and the drunk.

Except he’s not just a man. He’s a cowboy.

“You got a problem,” the cowboy growls, focusing his angry attention on the drunk guy, while keeping you safely behind him.

“Just tryin’ to buy the lady a drink Joel. I meant no harm,” the drunk man slurs.

“Well no means no so back the fuck off Stone,” the cowboy seethes, low and dangerous. “You know better than that.”

The man, Stone, turns redder than before and hangs his head, mumbling some kind of apology before shuffling back down the bar and sitting with a plop, his face still scrunched up in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Joel stares at him for a beat before turning around to face you.

“You alright darlin’?” he asks.

You nod, unable to speak as you look him over.

Tall, with long legs clothed in tight jeans and a patterned button down rolled up to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles of his tanned forearms, and warm brown eyes that sparkle when you notice the edges crinkling with his smile.

“Mm hmm,” you answer, letting out an exhale. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do…”

“Nothin’,” Joel finishes. “He ain’t gonna do nothin’ darlin’. Not on my watch.”

He tips the brim of his hat and then holds out his hand.

“Name’s Joel.”

You extend your own and he wraps it in his warm and calloused fingers, the contact sending a jolt of awareness down your spine.

After introducing yourself you reach for your forgotten drink from earlier and take a long sip, noting how the atmosphere of the bar is back to normal again, filled with chatter, clinking glasses, and the sound of billiard balls knocking together.

“You sure you’re ok,” he asks again, seeing the slight tremble in your hand.

“Yeah, just a bit shaken up.”

“Alright then darlin’. You just holler if you need anything.”

With that Joel dips his chin and smiles before heading back to the other end of the bar to finish his game of pool.

You turn away from him but can’t help stealing a side eye peek as he struts off, loving the way his jeans hug his ass.

As much as you try to concentrate on finishing your drink you can’t keep your eyes away from the pool tables and when Joel leans back against the wall, one hand tucked into the back of his jeans and the other clutching the cue stick you realize he’s right out of a cowboy fantasy.

It’s in the width of his shoulders, his dark hair that’s just a little wild and peeking out from under his hat, his unbuttoned shirt that’s tucked neatly into his jeans, all supported by a sleek leather belt. He carries the whole look with ease.

Before he can catch you staring you silently chastise yourself and finish off the last of your beer then hail down the bartender to close your tab and actually pay for your last drink.

“It’s already been paid for,” the bartender explains with a smirk.

Your expression morphs into one of indignation as you open your mouth to argue, once again, that you don’t need any man paying for your drinks.

“It wasn’t Stone!” the bartender quickly says, holding up his hands. “You said no.”

“So then how did it get paid for?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

“Joel paid,” the bartender says.

The information catches you off guard but for some reason doesn’t bother you at all. You smile at the bartender and throw down a nice tip then turn your attention to where Joel’s standing.

You lock eyes and he grins, giving you a wink and a tip of his hat before he’s called for his next shot.

Reluctant to leave but knowing you should start driving home before it gets dark you gather your bag and see yourself out, but not without taking one last glance behind you, your breath catching in your throat when you see Joel leaning over the pool table, his legs and ass on full display.

“Shit,” you mutter before pushing the door open and stepping out of the bar.

Since you’re still new to the area you’re using your GPS everywhere you go but apparently there’s some new construction work on the main road which causes you to turn off the first street you see. You continue driving and notice the change in scenery almost immediately.

Flat land stretches out to the horizon, now glowing pink and orange with the setting sun, and large farm houses and barns, as well as fences and stables, line the road.

You contemplate pulling over to check your phone but there’s hardly any service out here.

With a sigh of frustration you continue down the quiet road but your car starts to sputter and then jerks forward several times. You panic and quickly maneuver it to the side of the road just as it stops completely.

“What the…?” you gulp.

You press on the gas and check the keys, pressing all the buttons on your dash but nothing happens. That’s when you notice your fuel tank is on E.

“Oh my god,” you cry. “This can’t be happening.”

You rest your head on the steering wheel and fight back the threat of tears through your curses. As you grab your phone and contemplate who the hell to call you hear the sound of hooves on the road and see a small cloud of dust stirring up behind a horse and rider, silhouetted by the setting sun at their backs.

Since you don’t know who it is you lock your doors and wait. The rider rounds your car and stops in front, far enough away so you can see him. He tugs the brim of his hat down to shield his eyes from the sun and leans on the horn of his saddle to look down at you with a smile.

“Joel,” you whisper, unlocking the doors.

He throws one long leg over his horse and holds the reins as he comes to your drivers side door.

You roll down the window.

“Hey there darlin’.”

“Hey,” you reply sheepishly.

“What are you doin’ sittin’ here on the side of the road?”

“Well…um…you see…I sorta ranoutofgas.”

“What was that sugar?” he asks, unable to understand your last rush of words.

“I ran out of gas!” you huff, averting your eyes.

“Aw come on now, that’s nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

Despite his words you can see the grin pulling at his lips.

“Don’t you dare laugh!” you chide. “Haven’t you ever run out of gas?”

He ponders your question then looks up at his horse, Whiskey.

“Well, good ‘ole Whiskey here never runs outta gas so….”

You purse your lips to fight your own smile.

“Come on,” he says, opening your car door. “Get your things I’ll give you a lift.”

“But I live pretty far from here,” you tell him.

“That’s fine. My ranch is just a few miles down the road. I have some gas and we’ll bring it back and fill your car up.”

“Wow,” you muse. “Twice in one day.”

“What’s that darlin’?”

“You saved me twice! In one day!”

“Must be my lucky day,” he says with a wink.

You grab your things and secure your car before looking up at Whiskey.

“Ever ride a horse before?” Joel asks.

“Maybe just once or twice, but a long time ago,” you admit.

He places his boot in the stirrup of the saddle and easily mounts the horse.

“Come on’ sugar.”

You take his outstretched hand, his large fingers closing around yours in a firm grip as he helps you on to the back of his horse.

You press yourself against his back to keep from sliding off, thankful he can’t see your face when you feel his hard warmth so close.

“Hold on,” he says before he snaps the reins and Whiskey starts off at a brisk trot.

You squeal and wrap your arms around his waist, clinging to him with fistfuls of his shirt.

When you feel his abs flex with laughter you squeeze him tighter, huffing out expletives.

The ride to his ranch doesn’t take long and by the time you’re turning down the dirt path to his farm house the sun is just dipping under the horizon and the first stars are blinking into existence in the darkening sky.

“Wow,” you whisper looking up as the horse slows.

“Not used to this kind of sky?” Joel asks as he offers you help off Whiskey.

“Not really,” you tell him, still looking up. “The city lights are beautiful but they’re always too bright…”

He nods in understanding, his hand still resting on your waist.

“Can I get you anythin’ darlin’?”

You bring your eyes back to him and smile. “Yeah, I’d love a drink please.”

He pops his elbow out at you and you slip your arm through his as he leads you up the porch steps.

When you get inside he releases you and heads for the fridge.

“Lemonade, iced tea? Water?” he asks.

“Iced tea sounds great, thanks.”

He pours two glasses and guides you back out onto the porch, sitting himself down on the large swing. You sit next to him, close enough that your shoulders brush every so often.

The sky has completely darkened now and the quiet of the night surrounds you. The only sounds you hear are the chirping crickets and the creaking of the porch swing as Joel uses his foot to push you back and forth.

“So do you always ride down the road hoping to catch a damsel in distress?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence.

He chuckles before taking his hat off and placing it on his knee, his large hand running through his hair and tussling his already wild locks.

“Naw sugar, just enjoy my sunset rides. Nothin’ like that big open sky turning from blue to purple to orange and pink before it all sinks into blackness.”

“I bet,” you sigh, leaning your head back.

You can feel his eyes on your face and you turn his way, a tension, an attraction brewing between you and the anticipation makes you fidget, picking at your jeans.

“Why don’t you come watch the sunset with me tomorrow night?” he asks. “I know the perfect spot right here on the ranch.”

“Really?” you ask, your eyes bright. “That sounds amazing.”

He smiles warmly and stands carefully from the swing, offering his hand. You take it and stand, your arms brushing as you remain close. He places his hat back on his head and adjusts it, your eyes following his every move.

“I’m gonna grab the gas for your car then I’ll drive you back.”

“Ok.”

You watch him walk off to the barn just across from his house before stepping down from the porch and admiring your surroundings.

He returns with a large plastic fuel tank and once again gives you his arm so he can walk you to his truck. He opens your door and helps you in.

On the ride back to your car you fall into easy conversation about your life in the city before your move and he tells you more about the ranch.

Once your gas tank is full you lean against the door of your car, nibbling your bottom lip.

“I don’t know how to properly thank you Joel.”

“No thanks necessary darlin’. It was my pleasure.”

You look at each other for a moment, the moon the only light illuminating the features of your faces and you see his eyes drop to your mouth.

He clears his throat and hangs his head, his hands landing on his hips as he kicks at some unseen rock on the road.

“Well, I guess I’d better be going,” you say, even though you sound a little reluctant.

“But I’ll see you tomorrow,” you finish, the reluctance replaced with clear eagerness.

“Absolutely. Are you sure I can’t pick you up?” he asks.

“Nah. I have to learn my way around! And now that I have gas I should be fine,” you giggle.

He smirks and pulls his cell out of his back pocket.

“Give me your number,” he says. “This way if you have any trouble you can call me.”

You type in your info and hand it back, smiling when your phone buzzes with a text from him.

“Thanks again Cowboy.”

“Anytime darlin’.”

Before you can change your mind you lean forward and place a soft kiss to his cheek, his beard rough under your lips.

He grins and slips his arm behind you to pull open your car door. With that, you turn and get in, waving before you drive off.

Your trip back to Joel’s the next day is much easier with a full tank of gas and proper directions. When you make the last turn that leads out to his ranch you’re almost overwhelmed by the vibrant green of the grass and the cloudless blue of the sky that stretches unendingly in front of you.

The sky is just beginning to change color and you can’t wait to see the full beauty of a sunset over the ranch.

Joel greets you by the gate, helping you out of your car before he leads you toward the barn.

You give him a questioning look and he quickly explains with, “just had some baby pigs born.”

With a barely contained squeal you grab his arm, the excitement rushing out of you in jumbled words.

“Thought you might like to see them,” he adds, before you can even get the question out.

After visiting with the sweet babies and cuddling them as much as their mother would allow, Joel asks for your hand and ushers you away from the barn and farm house. You move deeper onto the ranch land, silent as he leads you to a small clump of bushes and you hear water.

“Where are we?’ you ask.

Joel’s quiet, his voice barely above a whisper.

“This is my favorite spot on the ranch. It’s a natural pond, fed by an underwater spring. It’s rare ‘round here, the runoff from the mountains mostly goes the other way. But this keeps the cattle well-watered and it’s a great place to cool off.”

He’s quiet again as he pulls on your hand a bit, and as you sit down, you discover a blanket already spread on the ground along the shoreline.

“Oh look at you all prepared,” you tease.

“Didn’t want ya to be sittin’ on the grass darlin’. Figured this would be more comfortable.”

You feel him scoot closer to you, your shoulders leaning against one another.

As the day draws to a close on the vast expanse of the ranch, the sun begins its gradual descent toward the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape.

You lift your hand and shield your eyes from the last moments of brightness, only able to peek through you fingertips to see.

Joel shifts and then your face is enveloped in shadow when you feel him press his hat onto your head.

“Does that help?” he asks, looking at you.

“Definitely,” you answer, giving him a quick glance before turning back toward the sunset. “Thank you.”

The sky continues to transform into a masterpiece of colors, blending shades of orange, pink, and purple.

Silhouettes emerge as the light recedes, enhancing the beauty of your surroundings. The rustic wooden fences that enclose the fields take on an ethereal quality, their weathered surfaces aglow with the evening light.

As the sun finally dips below the horizon, the sky gradually transitions into deeper shades of blue and purple. The last remnants of daylight illuminate the landscape with a gentle glow, and the stars begin to appear, twinkling in the darkening sky. The ranch settles into a tranquil stillness, and you let out a contented sigh as you stare at the glimmer of the moon on the water.

“I like this. Being out here. On the surface it’s dark and quiet, but if you use all your senses, there’s so much more.”

“Tell me what you sense?” he asks as he shifts even closer.

“It’s quiet but not really. I can hear the cattle and other animals and every once in a while I see a flash of a firefly.”

You nudge his shoulder and point over the water, giggling when you see some dancing lights.

“I can even smell the grass and something else…rugged and adventurous, like earth, leather, and pine…”

You close your eyes and hear Joel swallow.

“And what about your sense of touch?” he murmurs. “What do you feel?”

Before you can answer, you feel his fingertips tracing up your arm to find the curve of your jaw and cradle it in his hand. He turns your head toward his and brushes his hat from your head.

His eyes fall to your mouth, his own just a breath away as he traces his nose across your skin. Your eyes flutter closed when you feel the pressure of his lips, gentle and delicate, before your entire body tingles with electricity and warmth.

You press yourself closer and when he feels your agreement he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and threading his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans to pull you into his lap.

“My touch is telling me a lot of things,” you whisper against his lips before he moves to trail kisses down your neck. “All of them good. So fucking good.”

He reaches for the hem of your shirt, slipping his fingers beneath. You can feel the coarse, rough calluses on his fingertips and palms as he explores your skin, humming in appreciation.

“You’re soft as silk darlin’.”

You moan his name, gripping his shoulders as he pulls you tight against him to meet your mouth in another heated kiss.

He smiles against your lips, stroking your back with work roughened but still gentle hands.

“What did you think of that sunset?” he asks.

“Most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen.”

He keeps you in his arms and lays down, tugging you into his chest so your head rests along his shoulder.

“Show ain’t over yet darlin’. Look.”

He points a finger toward the sky and you move your eyes up, darkness stretching far and wide above you, broken up by the glitter of thousands of stars.

“Wow,” is all you manage.

He smooths his hands over your waist and you idly run your fingers over his chest, enjoying the interplay of his muscles underneath the soft cotton of his shirt.

The feeling of him is overwhelming and the heat in your body builds even as you press your thigh along his and soak in more of his warmth. You turn slightly and place your hand on his belt buckle, dipping your finger under the metal and tugging him until he’s facing you.

He props himself up on his elbow, his long legs stretched out and tangled with yours. His eyes are intense as they wander over your face and you can’t help but tempt hm as you bite your lower lip.

He leans down, meeting your lips in a kiss while his free hand finds your silky skin, caressing every inch he can reach.

Your fingers find his hair, weaving through the softness before giving it a tug so you can deepen the kiss. The sparkle of the stars is dimmed in comparison to what he does to you. In every touch of skin, every kiss, even in the way he looks at you, he makes you want more. He makes you want everything.

@sstan-hoe @pedritosdarling @blackwidownat2814 @lorilane33 @justkinsey @laineyreads @beccablogsthings

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #cowboy!joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x female reader #cowboy!joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #cowboy au #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

941 notes · View notes

shidouswhore · 3 months

Note

can I make a request ? 💗

About reader working as a stripper in a nightclub in which Shidou ofc is a regular guest x3 and him wanting to fuck reader so badly since shes his fav dancer there and reader always saying no until one night... 😏 Yk, pretty please, i need this so badly 😭💗🖤

mmm!! im literally drooling. here ya go :p

warnings: slight stalkerish behaviour, teeny tiny daddy kink, cumdump (?), dumbification, little bit of angst!, licking..?, dacryphilia, biting, root/hair pulling n tugging, slapping, rough sex!! :( ok this is getting too long

“cmooon, babe—“ his annoying voice called out to you yet again, for the.. 1, 2, 3, 4.. you lost count’th time this evening.

you had to admit, he was hot, and paid a good amount of money… just not your type. stripping wasn’t easy, with the amount of strange, men flooding in through the doors each night. you had your fair share of desperate ones, and he was no different. shidou, was it? though, he pleaded for you to just call him “daddy ryusei”, a hand already grabbing at yours as if a big, shiny, glowing, neon pink sign saying “don’t touch the employees” wasn’t on the wall behind him.

you simply rolled your eyes, snatching your hand away from his as you walked away, your hips moving with each step you took, a handful of the men turning their heads towards you.

you sighed deeply as soon as you go to the back, crashing against the couch as your fellow coworkers gossiped and giggled about the “hot blondie” outside.

as if, he’s a total weirdo once he opens that pretty mouth of his.

it had been a few weeks, and that strange man still hadn’t left you alone. every night he was there in the crowd, a grin on his face as he waved to you, fuchsia eyes trained on the way your body moved so well.

of course, he didn’t stop his pursuit to get in your pretty little pants— coincidentally parking his car next to yours, leaving when your shift ended, etc.

you sighed, legs slightly shaking with each step you took as you walked through the lobby’s doors, the cold night’s air hitting your face as the glass slid open.

it had been a tiring shift, and you just wanted to get home to your boyfriend.

he supported you when you brought up the idea of getting into stripping, and was actually happy for you… or so you thought.

as soon as you got home, the sounds of erotic moans and the bed frame thumping against a wall reverberated against your ears.

your eyes widened, and you immediately ran to your bedroom, not bothering to slip out of the uncomfortable heels on your feet.

there he was, your boyfriend, balls deep inside your best friend.

“k-keep going john!” she’d squeal, eyes squeezed shut as she approached her orgasm— a confused and ugly pout appearing on her chapped lips as she peered up at YOUR boyfriend. “what is it?” she’d inquire, turning her head to the direction the man was looking at, her expression falling as she realised…

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear! let us explain!” they’d shout in a panic, scrambling to throw their clothes on to preserve at least a little of their dignity, their pleas falling on deaf ears as you backed away from the bedroom, back hitting against the hallway’s wall, your head coincidentally bumping a photo of you and your ‘loyal and loving’ boyfriend, whom you thought you’d marry, off of the wall.

you wasted no time in turning around and dashing out the door, sore fear carrying you towards your car where you dug into your purse, trembling hands gripping onto your phone.

you pulled the device out, staring into your reflections as your tears fell against the screen with little splashes, the sound of the two people you trusted most begging for forgiveness and spewing whatever excuses they could come up with.

you looked down at the receipt in your expensive handbag, eyebrows furrowing as you thought out your next decision. you didn’t want to dwell on it too long, and quickly plucked the piece of paper out and dialed in the number— his number, the man from your strip club.

you don’t even know why you did it, maybe because you were angry, sad, stressed…

“helloooo?” his voice rang through the speakers unnaturally loud, his tone falling silent at the sound of sniffles. “um..?”

“hello,” you whimpered into your phone, tears falling down your cheeks as your breath began to quicken, watching your own boyfriend and best friend walk back into your house, clearly going to continue their little “drunken mistake” you had walked into. “can i come over? what’s your address?” you almost sobbed, hoping that he’d recognise you. “this is… shidou, correct?”

“oh, my lovely name!” he’d cry out, immediately adding you as a contact as he typed in his address for you. “don’t cry sweetheart,” he’d coo, voice growing low. he had to admit, the sound of your tears turned him on slightly. and it was finally his chance to fuck your enticing pussy, oh damn— he was hard again. “how far away are you, babe?” he’d hum, standing up from his couch as he strolled towards his bedroom, feet falling against the carpet in heavy footsteps before he opened his drawer, flicking through the various toys stored in there.

“i-i’m around 10 minutes away, see you soon.” was all you said to the blonde, slim fingers wrapping around the gear stick, your pretty manicured snails sparkling under the streetlamp’s dull light, flickering under the starry sky.

shidou was quick to open the door as soon as he heard a few light knocks, his muscular arms trapping you in a bone-crushing hug. “are you alright?!” he’d say, his large hands not so discretely creeping down to your plush ass.

“m-my boyfriend cheated on me.” you sniffled, standing still as you let shidou’s hands wander, too many tears slipping from your eyes to care about anything else.

he frowned, leaning down as he kissed the corner of your eye, before a grin spread on his face. “it’ll be alright〜” he said, before licking softly at the salty tears streaming down your face; causing you to whimper out a quiet moan from the feeling.

from that point, you honestly didn’t remember much. he just tucked his hands beneath your thighs, picking you up and carrying towards your bedroom as his nose nuzzled your tear-stained cheeks.

so you found yourself sprawled out on the creepy man’s bed, the very same man who had waited at your work and begged to do many questionable things with you. he propped one of your pretty legs on his shoulder, occasionally kissing at the skin of your ankles as he roughly rolled his hips into yours.

tears rolled down your cheeks, sobs of pleasure leaving your plump lips. your body bounced back as shidou pounded into you, his thick cock ramming right into your sweet spot, your tear-filled eyes practically rolling into the back of your skull.

“r-ryusei!” you mewled as he leaned down to your neck, his sharp canines biting down on your collarbone. he licked and sucked in response, a pornographic moan slipping from between his lips, wet with your spit from the previous make out sessions.

“sorry, sweets.” he’d giggle, kissing at the forming hickey, grinning to himself at the sight of the bruise. perfect, he thought.

you both knew this was only because you were feeling vulnerable and alone, you just wanted someone to fill you up and fuck you til’ you couldn’t even remember your boyfriend— no, ex’s actions.

his knuckled grazed your cheeks, the back of his palm gently wiping away your tears before he slipped two thick fingers past your lips.

your back arched off of the bed, sweet moans and whimpers being muffled by the fingers pushed into your mouth. you sucked gently on his fingers, tongue swirling obediently as your thigh twitched, you were getting close.

he knew it, he could tell by the way your moans grew quieter and how your breath quickened. “it’s okay baby, you’re close aren’t ya? just sit tight and mmh-“

he tilted his head back as you clenched down on him, gushing all over his big cock and heavy balls without warning, an eager and desperate moan leaving your lips as your eyes screwed shut, long and curled eyelashes fluttering.

he fucked into you with a few more thrusts, relishing in the way your pretty little pussy feels after waiting for so long.

soon enough, he grew closer and closer, pulling out of your greedy folds before shrugging your leg off, his fingers parting from your lips with a soft ‘pop!’ before he jerked himself off, shooting ropes and ropes of his sticky cum onto your breasts, smiling at the bruises ranging from a deep shade of red to a pretty purple littered across your body.

after waiting for you for so, so, long, the many nights he spent stroking his cock to the thought of you and your naughty smiles, your dirty looks, your enticing curves…

oh shit, he’s cumming again.

he collapsed onto you, panting softly as a hand reached to push a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “ya feeling alright, sweetheart?” he’d ask, a sultry tone in his voice as he narrowed his eyes at you, a thick finger tracing your arm. “ya think you can handle another round?” he teased, poking at the fat of your hip.

he didn’t even wait for a response, simply planting his big hands onto your waist, flipping you over and pushing your head into the cushy mattress. he grasped a pillow, propping your ass up before slipping back into your folds. it was fairly easy, considering the amount of times he had made you cum that night.

he knew this was temporary, but he couldn’t help but think of you as a sweet little cumdump, a perfect cocksleeve for his large dick.

“ya take me so well, sweets〜” he’d chuckle, a breathy moan escaping his lips as he settled, before harshly pounding back into your pussy.

the wet and sloppy sounds of his bald slapping against your asscheeks echoed against the walls, your loud moans being swallowed by the bedsheets as your hands clutched at whatever you could.

with a particularly delicious thrust, he had you squirting all over his dick, a satisfied smirk on his face as he continued, a hand slamming down against a cheek.

you whined, tears forming in your eyes once again.

“ryuuu—“

SLAP!

“come on, pretty baby. just keep that mouth of yours for moaning, alright? don’t wanna hear—“ he thrust into your folds, groaning before he continued. “i don’t wanna hear another word come out of your mouth other than ‘daddy’ or ‘yes, that’s it’ okay?”

you couldn’t even comprehend any of his words at this point, mind consumed by the way his tip was kissing your cervix, fucking you better than you’ve ever felt before.

why didn’t you let him hit earlier? if you knew he was this good you would’ve dumped that cheating son of a birch earlier.

“right there—!” you scream into the comfy bed, and ryusei grinned in response, slapping your ass once again.

“ya like that? my cute little slut.”

maybe it was wrong for him to call you ‘his’.. but he couldn’t help it, not with the way you were taking his dick so good, just like an obedient little whore. his obedient little whore.

“mine, mine.” he found himself growling about making you his as you came once again, your jaw slacked with drool dripping down your plush lips, eyes crossed together as you mumbled agreements to whatever he was saying.

“nobody’s ever fucked ya like this, huh?” he asked, a hand planting itself in your roots as he tugged, pulling your face up as he leaned down to your ear, his words almost barely being heard.

you nodded in response, a sob leaving your lips as shidou tugged again.

“tell me, tell me who’s fuckin this needy little girl so good? who is it?” he hissed, voice growing louder and louder with each harsh thrust of his hips.

“y-you areee!”

“who?!”

“daddy ryusei!”

@erea01 @shironagi @isagispuzzlepiece

note: i am working on another request, so be ready!! love ya :3

#shidou x you #shidou ryuusei x reader #shidou smut #blue lock shidou #bllk shidou #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei #bllk imagines #bllk smut #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk fluff

192 notes · View notes

teyamsatan · 11 months

Note

dilf jake sully's biggest kinks?

argh, people sending me anything jake related??? immediately h word alert thinking about it ok let's see bb

i feel like this man has so many kinks, but that might be just me projecting all my kinks onto the most dilf man i've ever seen in my life. i only chose a few, cause othrwise i'd be writing a whole ass thesis and getting my phd on why dilf! jake sully can break my back and step on me and i'd thank him for it. anyway, here's my top contenders:

(🔞 smut under the cut)

dacryphilia/overstimulation

dilf!jake loves it when you cry. he gets off on seeing your puffy face as he sinks into your warm, sopping cunt, whimpering something or other about "'s too much, can't come anymore, daddy". he'd chuckle, a low, sonorous sound escaping his chest, bringing one of his hands up and gently removing your tears before they reach soft cartilage of your ears. his fat tip kisses your cervix as he bottoms out in you, burying his teeth in the flesh of your shoulder to muffle his own moans threatening to escape at how good you feel squeezing him. "come on, princess. one more f'r me, i know you have it in ya. come on daddy's cock and then i'll fill you up, how's that sound, huh?"

somnophilia

being olo'eyktan, dilf!jake finds himself in a... sticky situation at least weekly as he comes to your shared tent in the middle of the night yet again, kept against his will in meeting after meeting after meeting, when all he can think about is you, and how you're most likely sleeping peacefully, your naked body glistening under the light emanating from the plants surrounding you, peaking through the weaves of the marui. he can't help the way his digits fist around his throbbing cock at your sight, always better than even his best dreams, pumping himself vigorously as he stalks towards you, kneeling in between your legs, wasting no time as his tongue starts lapping at your dripping folds, nearly coming apart at the seams at the way even in your sleep, you can't help exhale breathy moans of "daddy, please. need'ya in me, daddy!" "always so needy for daddy's cock, you dream about it, huh, babygirl?"

daddy kink/breeding kink

there's nothing that makes dilf!jake want to fuck you senseless more than one little word. just one word, coming out your perfect, fuckable mouth: daddy. "say it again, kid." his pace is ruthless as he has you on all fours, fingers wrapped around your braided hair and the other on your hips, pulling your body back as he's slamming into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs with every thrust. "d-daddy, daddy, daddy!" "that's right, kid. daddy's gonna take good care of you. gonna come in this tight little pussy. gonna put another baby in you, huh?" you try to nod or say yes, but all that comes out are blabbered mewls as Jake's cock bruises your cervix, one hand reaching around to circle your clit in the way he knows will have you squirting all around him, your slick and cum dripping down his balls and thighs, mixing with his seed that he fucks back into you, using his length as a plug to make sure nothing gets wasted. "...d-daddy..." "that's right, kid. taking my cum like the good girl you are."

i might do a part 2 cause i feel like i've missed some important kinks that i'd like to... explore ;)

arghhh i need him, i need him so badly, i need him entirely, wholly, substantially, exceedingly,...

569 notes · View notes

yuri-is-online · 8 months

Note

Hi! Congratulations again!? I feel like we celebrated 300 followers just a couple of weeks ago…

Can I ask for prompt 6 with Floyd, please?

Thank you in advance<3

6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.

Annon I felt like that too I was really surprised we cleared 500 this fast (⊙_⊙) The last event ran from the end of July to the start of August so you really are not wrong.

Also as a note, if the other annon who requested this prompt for Floyd (along with Riddle and Idia) you are more than welcome to message me with either a replacement or a separate prompt for Floyd. I also have a request for this prompt with Jamil and Ace, so maybe not either of them, I am very sorry (;ﾞ°´ω°´)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Floyd is swinging his mood as much as he is his fists. The other event requests can be found here.

There is a nigh demonic cackle hissing in a distant corner of the ballroom, it makes you want to ditch your mask and dancing shoes and sprint for the exit.

"As I was saying," Crowley tries again, looking in confusion down at the tiny card that apparently had sealed your fate as if he has maybe read it wrong "Yuu is our first victim tonight! Please see yourself up to the balco-"

"Who did it?" Floyd has somehow appeared just above your shoulder, mask tilted just off of his face. He had been sleeping, completely disinterested in the stupid game Crowley had thought up. It sounded really boring, and it still sort of does. But someone is moving in on his territory, and no, no, no. That simply will not do. You turn to look up at him, tiny shrimpy eyes wide with fright. (note: this is in fact delusion, Yuu is extremely confused, not terribly frightened by their untimely death.)

It's ok little shrimpy, he nods to himself. I'll squeeze whoever did this real good. (further note: this is not delusion, someone is very much about to get badly hurt.)

"Mr. Leech, unless you have the detective card-" Floyd doesn't even bother to respond, he just rolls his eyes and pulls the card out from somewhere. He bites it, keeping it safe between his teeth as he cracks each of his knuckles looking at each and every mask in the room. "Well I guess that settles it, um Mr Leech I trust you know this is a game and won't take things too seriously." Crowley is more than happy to abandon his students to yet another consequence of his own actions, shuffling off towards the gallery and you roll your eyes. Before you can follow suit Floyd catches your hand, his grip is strong, keeping you from really struggling or moving away much at all.

"Um Floyd? I'm dead, I'm supposed to be upstairs on the balcony." You know reasoning is a dead end with Floyd when he's in a mood but there "is no shame in trying" to quote a different eel who you are certain is not cackling somewhere in a corner at just how farcical this little play is turning out.

"Nah," he shakes his head "you're a ghost shrimpy now. And ghosts always stick around their husband's 'till the murder gets solved, 'kay?" It should be sweet, really. But there's this thing Floyd does with his voice when he really wants to hurt someone, "manic" is the best way you can describe the tone it takes, that makes you think if you really did die he would be quite quick to follow. Probably at the end of a hangman's noose. You sigh, doing your best impression of one of those TV dead wife's you bring Floyd's palm up to your cheek and dejectedly lay your head on it.

"My love," if logic won't snap him out of this maybe playing along can "will you be able to move on once you know who is responsible? I don't want you to-"

"Nah." He is more than happy to hold you though, spinning you around to face the audience as he drapes himself around you, chin resting on top of your head. "I'm gonna sacrifice whoever kill'd ya to bring you back." And with that lovely announcement of your impending revival, he singles in on a particularity terrified looking Heartslabyul random and smiles. "Ain't that right guppy? You wanna start runnin?"

"I'MSOSORRYHADNOIDEAITWASYOUOKTHANKSB-" The student vomits up his excuse and starts sprinting for the door, Floyd hot on his heels cackling with Riddle close behind, screaming at both of them for "breaking the rules of the game" but no one, least of all Crowley really seems to care.

"Considering all the ways this could of gone, I take this as a complete success!" You really hate how you can't say that he's wrong.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader

291 notes · View notes

joedirtymadre · 2 months

Text

Day Off

Not really a pairing. Maybe slight YUUJI X READER, but MEGUMI X READER (ANGST).

“Megumiii!” I called out as I walked through the campus. “Megumiii! Megu-“ I was interrupted. “What?” I heard an annoyed voice answer. “Hey handsome!” I smiled and walked over to him. “What do you want (Y/N)?” He asked, in the same annoyed tone. “Oh come on, is that any way to speak to your girlfriend?” I smiled. He sighed in response. “So what is it?” He asked. “I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the arcade with me today. Since we both finished our assignments early I tho-“

“I’ll pass,” he said, as he walked past me.

“A-Are you sure? I mean we haven’t hung out in like-“

“I said I’ll pass, besides the last assignment I did was tough. So I just want to relax in my dorm,” he said and continued walking towards the dorms. I ran over to catch up, “Well… wanna watch a movie? I saw a new movie was released on Netflix and it-“

“I think I just want to be alone right now (Y/N). Maybe another time, see ya,” he said as he quickly walked off. “Oh yeah… I get it, see ya,” I said softly watching his figure get smaller and smaller.

I walked towards the stone stairs path and took a seat. “Why is he even with me? We haven’t really hung out in 3 weeks, or been on an actual date in months… Why did he ask me out if he wants his space all the time?” I asked myself as I stared at my shoes. “Maybe I’m being overdramatic, the guy just wants space for a bit. I guess I can support that,” I sighed. “Yo (Y/N)!” I heard someone call out and looked up to see Yuuji at the bottom of the stairs waving. “Hey Yuuji,” I replied back. “Yo what’s up with the long face?” He asked as he jumped up the steps and sat next to me. “It’s nothing really, or nothing big I guess… I think?” I sighed. “Sounds like you don’t even know yourself, wanna talk about it?” He asked. “Well… maybe I’m just being too sensitive but Megumi and I haven’t properly hung out in like 3 weeks. So, when I found out that we both finished our assignments early today I thought that it’d be a great time to get together and you know… do couple stuff,” I said softly. “But he told me he just wants to be alone in his room and I guess I’m bummed out about it. Cause you know… 3 weeks is a bit of time, we both have a free afternoon, so why not spend it with your significant other?” I asked. “Sorry, maybe I am being overdramatic,” I laughed awkwardly. “No I don’t think so, I mean I think anyone would try to plan someone out with their partner if they both had a free day off. So, it’s kind of crappy that he doesn’t realize that,” he said and patted my back. “It’s fine, no big deal,” I smiled softly. “If you say so… but come on! Let’s not let the rest of our day off end so sour,” he said and quickly stood up. “Huh?” I asked. “Yeah, come on! Where did you want to go today?” He asked and began heading down the steps. “Well I wanted to go to the arcade, but you don’t have to! If you want to relax I understand!” I explained. “It’s fine, now come on! I’ll race you to the station!” He said and took a head start. “Hey no fair!” I laughed and chased after him.

Yuuji and I headed to a local arcade that’s never too packed, so it’s a great spot to play a few machines at and not have to wait forever for someone to get off. We played a bunch of games, Street Fighter, Mario Kart, Mortal Kombat, skee ball, and a bunch of other games.

“Yuuji, you’ve spent $20 on that machine, it's time to call it a night,” I sighed. “Last try! I promise!” He said, as he inserted his last dollar into a crane game. “Help me on that side, we’re after that pink teddy bear!” He said. I got to the side of the machine and began guiding him over the bear. “Ok you’re good on this side!” I said and gave a thumbs up. “Alright, now get ready!” He said and pushed the drop button. We crossed our fingers, hoping that the claw would grasp onto the bear. We watched closely as the claw grabbed onto the bear’s head and slowly raised it up. “Stay, stay, stay,” I said and watched closely until it dragged it over to the drop box. Once over the drop box it finally let go of the bear, releasing Yuuji’s prize. “Boom!” He cheered and we hi-fived each other. “Nice job!” I smiled. “We got lucky!” He said and went to retrieve the bear. He pulled it out, and went straight to handing it to me. “Here,” he said. “Huh?” I asked. “Yeah, take it. As a souvenir,” he smiled. “Really? Thanks!” I smiled and hugged the bear. “Now, let’s call it a night?” He asked. “Yep!” I smiled. We walked back to the train station, where we headed back to campus.

While walking to our dorms, “Yuuji thanks for the bear! He’s so cute and so pink!” I smiled and lifted him up. “No problem,” he said. We continued chatting about the day we had until I noticed Megumi stepped out of his room. He noticed us and began walking towards us, “Oh hey Fushiguro!” Yuuji waved. I looked up and noticed a scowl on Megumi’s face. “Hey,” he said coldly. “Hi Megumi,” I smiled. “Hey, where did you guys go?” He asked. “Oh we went to the arcade. We played a couple of games and we won that bear,” Yuuji explained. “Isn’t he cute? Today was so much fun,” I smiled. “Sure, can I talk to you?” He said and quickly turned around and headed back to his room. “S-Sure? I’ll see you tomorrow Yuuji!” I waved goodbye and followed Megumi. I walked inside his bedroom and he slammed it shut. “You ok?” I asked. “Why’d you go out with Itadori?” He asked. “Huh?” I asked. “I asked, why did you go out with Itadori?” He glared. “Oh well… he found me at the stairs and we were talking about how we had the rest of the day off so he said let’s go do something. Then he asked me where I wanted to go and I said the arcade I explained. Megumi frowned. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “What’s wrong is that my girlfriend is out hanging out with other guys,” he said. “Wait what? You didn’t want to hang out with me… and Yuuji is a friend, you know that,” I glared. “Ok yeah he’s a friend, but did you have to be all buddy buddy coming back? Like you guys had such an amazing time together?” He rolled his eyes. “Megumi what? You’re not making any sense right now. You did not want to hang out with me today. So I hung out with someone else, to give you the alone time that you wanted, remember?” I frowned. “Whatever,” he sighed. “Whatever?” I asked. “You obviously don’t get it,” he said. “Get what? That you're being weirdly jealous over our friend! Plus, it’s not like you’ve been dying to hang out with me, it’s been 3 weeks since we’ve done anything together. Sometimes… I honestly don’t even know why we’re together. If I just bother you,” I sighed. “Is that what you really think?” He asked. “Well what else am I supposed to think? Put yourself in my shoes, we hardly hang out and when we both finally have the one day to do something fun together you’d rather spend it alone? You act like you haven’t finished any assignments early these past 3 weeks, you have all those times to relax and have alone time. So why blow me off today?” I asked. “I-I… I guess I didn’t think about it that way,” he said. “I guess not,” I huffed. “And now you’re all mad at me because I spent it with someone that actually wanted to hang out with me today? So… you know what…” I dragged on. “What?” Megumi asked. “If you want so much alone time to yourself, then go ahead. I don’t think this is working out,” I said and turned towards the door. I quickly opened it and headed outside. “(Y/N) wait!” I heard Megumi shout but I continued walking back to my room. “Hold on! Please listen to me!” He pleaded. I quickly unlocked my door, and walked in. “No Megumi, you listen to me! I was over the moon when you asked me to be your girlfriend, but maybe you’re not ready for one. And I don’t know if I can wait around until you're finally ready to accept that your girlfriend likes hanging out with you, to spend as much time together as possible because you never know what may happen one day,” I glared and shut my door. I placed my bear on my desk and fell on my bed, finally allowing the tears to fall down my cheeks. You can cry today (Y/N), but that’s it.

#jjk #jjk x reader #angst #fluff #anime fanfic #fanfic #x reader #anime #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #breakup #megumi x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori x reader #yuuji x reader #fushiguro x reader

98 notes · View notes

justmeinadaze · 1 year

Note

Can you write a Steddie x reader where the boys are like super possessive of her and she goes out without telling them and she almost get hurt so they punish her

Idk if this makes any sense but 😭

Here ya go, anonymous angel! I hope I did your request justice :)

Word Count: 1783

Warnings: Jason being a douche, Daddy/Sir Steddie, Punishment (ignoring), Smut

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?”

“When one of us calls you know you’re supposed to answer.”

“I swear to God, little one, if you are at that fucking party.”

“Wow, sweetheart. You have balls.”

“Answer. The. Phone.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

That last message was sent to your phone 15 minutes ago and you shuddered at the words. It was never a good thing when a threat was followed by silence.

You just wanted a fun night out and more than anything you wanted it with them but they were so stubborn sometimes. Both boys refused and when you mentioned going alone, they practically forbad it.

You should have listened to them. You should have stayed home or at least sent them a text telling them you were ok. You’d be lying though if a part of you wasn’t excited at the thought of the punishment you would receive.

“Hey Y/N. Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight? Where are your attachments?”

You raised you glass at Jason as you shrugged. “No idea. Probably somewhere pouting.”

You bit your lip at the sound of your audacity. You’d never say something like that with them around. What is wrong with me?

“Well shit. Look at you! Do you want to dance?”

You were startled as your phone vibrated in your pocket, quickly unlocking the screen to take a look. Your breath caught in your throat at the image of you and Jason talking to each other as your head swiveled around the room frantically.

“Don’t do it, little girl. Or else we’ll do more than just pout.”

“Yes or no, Y/N?”

“I-I-I…”

“Baby, any other girl would be dying just to be asked.” Jason slowly began backing you into the wall. “Now, normally, I would have told you to fuck off by now but the fact that you fuck that freak intrigues me. Maybe you need a real man to show you how it’s done.”

As he began his rant, your face cringed but as soon as he insulted Eddie, your demeanor changed entirely into an angry one.

“I assure you, Jason. Eddie and Steve know exactly how it’s done. All you could do is show me why I prefer them over you, you fucking asshole.”

His eyes went wild as he grabbed your arm, tugging you through the house, and pushing you out his front door onto the gravel. “Then get the fuck out of my house if you’re going to be like that!”

As he turned to go back inside a ring studded hand connected with his face knocking him backwards as he fell to the ground next to you. Steve bent down to collect you in his arms and you promptly locked your own around his neck.

“Munson! Come on, man.”

Eddie panted as he looked down at the now cowering former jock. “If you ever touch her like that again I swear this will be much worse.” He lightly taps his cheek as he rises to his feet.

#########

The entire car ride home was silent; you knew better than to speak. As soon as they parked, Eddie opened the door for you and lifted you in his arms, carrying you inside and placing you gently on the kitchen counter. As he takes off your shoes, you hear the sound of Steve riffling around in the bathroom before reappearing with a wash rag and a first aid kit.

When Jason pushed you, you scrapped your knee on the concrete. The metalhead leaned back against the sink as he watched the other man clean you up and take care of you. Even though they were trying to remain calm, you could still feel their anger radiating off them.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I-I-I just wanted us to-to go out and spend time together.”

“So you went to Jason’s party alone?”, Eddie asked with distain. “How did that work out for you?”

“I begged you guys to come with me!”

“Oh, I see! So, she went alone to punish us. Did you hear that, Steve? Like we belong to her!”

Steve eyes never left you as he leaned back to watch you both fight. It was never a good sign when he was quiet like this when he was upset with you.

“And see my favorite part is not only did you go, but you ignored us and then had the audacity to mock us openly to an asshole like Jason Carver. What did that have to do with wanting to spend time with us?!”

“I was pissed at you! You’re both so stubborn sometimes!”

Annoyance flashed through Steve’s eyes as Eddie stepped forward, completely prepared to reprimand you before the other man cut him off, placing a hand on his chest and crashing his lips to his own.

You squeaked in surprise as the metalhead pulled back to glance over his friend’s face before nodding and locking lips with him again.

Eddie pushed him back against the countertop you were sitting on, his lips trailing down Steve’s neck as he lifted the boy’s shirt. Completely thrown off guard you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing. You knew they were mad but… they had begun playing… maybe I…

You reached out to caress Steve’s cheek but instead of kissing the pads of your fingers or leaning over to capture your lips, he turned away from you.

“D-D-Daddy?”

His mouth opened as he moaned, Eddie unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants to the floor, enveloping Steve’s cock between his lips.

“F-fuck, Ed. Yes.” He licked his lips as his head fell back against the cabinet, his fingers playing with the metalhead’s hair. “God that feels so fucking good. Mmm… always such a good boy.”

When you try to touch him again, Steve’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the counter. “Such a good fucking boy.”, he repeats. “You always respond when I call. Don’t you, Eddie?”

Eddie’s lips pop off the man in front of him as he rises to his feet, continuing to stroke him as his mouth finds his again. “I do. It’s…it’s polite…Plus…I want to talk to you.”, the metalhead answers between kisses.

“I want to talk to you both…” You tone comes out meek, hating that they are ignoring you. Even just the smallest glance your way would be enough.

Steve steps out of his jeans, gripping Eddie’s arms as they dodge around you and head for the bedroom. Usually, one of them would have helped you down and it killed you that they didn’t.

“Daddy? Sir? Please…” You felt the tears sting your eyes as you carefully hopped down and slowly shuffled to your shared bedroom. Depending on the punishment they delivered sometimes you enjoyed it immensely like the spanking or when they would shove their cocks down your throat while you were tied to the bed. This was different. They were ignoring you completely as if you weren’t even there.

Now you were the one somewhere pouting…

You found them on the bed, Eddie now completely undressed and under Steve as they passionately kissed each other’s lips. You placed yourself on the corner of the mattress, crossing your legs as you turned towards them.

“Fuck me, Steve. I need to feel you.”

He wasted no time, lifting Eddie’s legs around his waist as he guided his cock into him. The moan that left them had your pussy clenching but you knew better than to touch yourself. You were in trouble and you didn’t want to make them angrier. This was torture enough.

“Jesus, Eddie. So—mmm—so fucking tight. It’s…it’s to bad…baby girl isn’t here.”

“Yeah… the party was probably… fuck… probably worth it though.”

“Yeah, she obviously…knows better than…us, right? Mmm—she can take care of herself now.”

Steve reached between them, stroking Eddie’s cock as he thrust into him faster. The metalhead’s face scrunched with pleasure as rope after rope of his seed hit Steve’s stomach above him. The other boy chased his own release for his hips stuttered and he roughly pumped his spend into the man below him.

After gradually pulling out, Steve got up grabbing another rag as he cleaned himself before taking care of Eddie. When they finally looked at you, your chin was to your chest as tears flowed. You felt the bed under you move and suddenly arms incased themselves around you as you were pulled onto a lap.

“I’m-I’m s-s-sorry.”, you hiccupped in the littlest voice they had ever heard from you. “I-I-I deserved this.”

Fingers ran through your hair as you cried, your body curling into the chest holding you.

“You didn’t like being ignored. Did you, baby?”

“No, Daddy. I didn’t like it.”

“Why didn’t you text or call us back? Is it because you knew you weren’t supposed to be there?” You nod your head at his question. “Then, honey, why were you there?”

“I was m-m-mad at you guys. You’ve both been so busy lately with work. I thought it would be fun to go to a party like we used to in school.”

“You’re right, pretty girl. We have been away from the house a lot these past few weeks. The reason we told you no was because it was Jason’s party. Maybe we should have been clearer or come up with an alternative activity.” Eddie leans forward to grip your chin turning you to look at him. “I hope you know it wasn’t because we didn’t want to spend time with you or anything. We miss you to, sweetheart.”

“You do?”

“Of course, Y/N. We love you. I know we can be a bit hardheaded but…Eddie’s right. We should have at least come up with something else we could have done together. Now, that doesn’t excuse you disobeying us and going there.”

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry. I learned my lesson though!”

Steve’s hand slides under your leg, extending it out so they can look at the bandage on your knee.

“Bastard is lucky I didn’t fucking kill him.”, Eddie growled.

“Do you think you’re up for the rest of your punishment?”, Steve asked as he held you closer.

“Rest of!? That wasn’t it?”

They both laugh at your surprised reaction. “Honey, you snuck away, talked back, ignored our calls and texts, and said we were somewhere fucking pouting!”, Steve chuckled. “That last one makes me think you forgot the type of men you belong to. We are more than happy to remind you.”

625 notes · View notes

serotonins-stuff · 1 year

Text

"Bend over f'me?" | K.bakugo

~ slight nsfw

♡︎ Sypnosis: In which you ask your boyfriend for some fashion advice on Facetime but he can't handle the heat.

♡︎ F! Reader

♡︎ Mdni

♡︎ Aged up characters ofc

(Lowkey feel like Bakugo would actually give good fashion advice.)

Mina invited you to a night out with the girls but you had absolutely no idea what to wear. The only other option you had was to facetime your boyfriend Bakugo for some advice.

"How do I look Katsu?" you asked standing in front of the camera. Currently you were wearing the sleeveless black turtleneck that Bakugo chose. It was really short and squeezed you in all the right places. What Katsuki loved about it most is that it had an open back.

He didn't want to help you do this because he knew he wouldn't be able to conatin himself.

"Why are you so pretty woman?" He groaned in frustration causing you to giggle at him. "Do you really have t'go?"

You knew he was getting hot and bothered, you would help him through the screen if it wasn't going to result in you being late.

"Yes I do" you said pulling out your makeuo bag "What, do you have something better in mind?"

"Yeah I do, and it's better than some lame party" he scoffed.

"And what would that be?"

"For starters, you could come over to my place so we can watch a movie. Then halfway through, I'll put my hand on your thigh and we'll start making out and shit then suddenly,my face will be between your soft and sweet-."

"Kat" you warned him with a giggle "behave"

He shrugged his shoulders. "How can I when you're lookin so pretty?"

"Stop being a horndog and help me pick shoes." You wagged your finger at the screen.

"Black boots obliviously, and those nice see through stockings you've got"

You collected the items he listed and appeared in front of the camera one more time and he let out a satisfied hum.

"It's missin somethin" he raises a brow, looking intensely at his screen. "Lemme see the back?"

You do as you were told and turn around, facing your backside to the camera.

"Bend over f'me?"

"Kat you better no-"

"Stop yappin and do it, I wanna see something"

You sighed and shook your head with a scoff, bending over to reveal the black tights that you wore underneath.

"Baby what's the point of this" you shrugged your shoulders dramatically.

"Just wanna make sure no one will be able to sneak a peak" he took a bite of the snack he was eating, letting out a little huff of laughter "And I also just wanted to stare at your ass"

"Why am I suprised" you stood upright taking the phone over to your vanity table to ally makeup. "What lipstick color should I choose?"

"Red" he said with no hesitation at all. To you he was just helping you choose a lipstick color but to him it meant so much more. He so desperately wanted to see that red lipstick smugged all over his chest and shoulders while you beg him to go faster. Your beautiful sounds making his mind go haywire. Maybe he could even-

"You still there?" you cut off his lewd thoughts when you heard him go quiet and his breathing pattern changed.

"Yeah I am" he paused immediately, realizing that he had been palming himself through his sweatpants the whole time. The big bulge that formed was definitely hard for him to ignore. His balls were aching and it hurt to move them.

He'd have to take the longest shower on earth.

"Were you touching yourself just now?" You mused.

"And what if I was?"

"Ok here's a deal, after you fetch me from the party how about we go back to your place and have some fun?"

He whinned impatiently from the other side "Only if you promise not to get drunk"

"I promise"

"If sense the tinest bit of drunk from ya, I'm sending your ass to sleep got it?"

"I get it Katsuki"

He was still shifting uncomfortablly just watching you get ready, you hips swaying whenever you stood up and your bare back asking to be broken.

When you were finally done he couldn't help but let a sigh of relief escape him.

"I'll see you later ok?" You blew a kiss to him and he caught it

"Call me when you're done, and make to take your pepperspray" he said

He knew your were fully capable of taking care of yourself. Which is why he trusted you going out. He's seen you kick ass first hand and he wasn't disappointed.

"Don't miss me too much" you teased once more.

"Already am" he sighed and the call ended.

This was going to be a long night.

Thank you for the support!!

Requests are open!!

#my hero acedamia #imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #mha smut #serotonins stuff

700 notes · View notes

the-rio-grande-duran · 2 months

Text

⚡️

Lisa Frankenstein x Creature

Summary: Creature get's his turn with the back massager. This is a little different from the og concept but I hope you guys like it!

18+ Smut Under the cut

Lisa was speechless. Not in just a heady post orgasm way either although, holy shit. Like, why was he so good at that anyway? Did he practice? Do vibrators feel good on guys? Is that a thing? Suddenly the confidence she’d been gaining vanished as she remembered how woefully inexperienced she was at this. What are you even supposed to say to someone who made you cum. Can’t say thank you, that’d be weird. And just saying goodnight seems rude…

“ Okay your turn!”

Lisa had gotten pretty good at interpreting her friends noises by now but this particular choked garble was new. His face though. That was easier to read full of shock and something deeper she didn’t recognize. She laughed in an attempt to diffuse the tension but it sounding even worse than his choking sound.

“ It’s cool friends help friends. I’m not gonna just leave a friend hanging ya know?” , Jesus why is she saying friend so much. “ Like I know blue balls is bullshit cause Taffy told me but if you wanted to I could I mean we could…”

Lisa trailed off. She felt more on display than when she was screaming at the top of her lungs. And it didn’t help that he was staring. He was always staring at her. Like she was doing something both fascinating and confusing. And he was still holding the massager. Gripping it hard like a lifeline in a storm.

“ Easy there you might break it”, Lisa teased taking it from his hands. It was warm covered in her slick. A sight she felt strangely proud of as she looked at it. “ Need to clean it before you use it though.” Like with his tongue. Lisa dropped the toy like she’d been shocked. “ Um actually how but just an old fashioned back rub huh?”, moving behind him quickly. His skin was cold even beneath the pajama shirt. Muscles tight and stiff from years of disuse. Plus a few weeks cramped in a closet.

“Jeez you really do need a massage”. He sighed contentedly in response. Lisa worked diligently as she could before admitting defeat. “ Ok I can’t- you just you have to take your shirt off.” Lisa worried the poor boy’s neck would snap with the speed he turned to meet her eye. “ Oh what now you’re shy? You weren’t shy when you were, you know. But if you want me stop-”

Lisa inhaled his damp earthen smell as the shirt was thrown in her face. Wasn’t dirt supposed to smell bad? It didn’t. It smelled like the forest after the rain. Like a a sky that had cleared just for her. She was taking to long to take the shirt off her head.

Huh.

Well, it wasn’t like Lisa hadn’t seen shirtless boys before. She’d been to to a pool for God’s sake. But seeing a shirtless boy and having a shirtless boy in her bed. Well that was very different.

He was full of scars. Some were red the only part of his skin that really looked alive. Others were dark and deep a few even looked like they were still open ready to bleed. But most of them were pale hard to even differentiate from the rest of him except by touch. Lisa felt the slight raise of them beneath her fingers.

“Do they hurt?” His head tilted from side to side like he wasn’t sure. “Well tell me if I’m hurting you cause that’s kinda the opposite of what I’m going for here.” His nod is accompanied buy an exhale through the nose. “ Don’t laugh! I’m trying really hard.” He raised his hands in a pacifying gesture letting her continue.

“ I didn’t realize how fun touching someone would be. When I imagined it I always just kinda assumed the guy would be in control,” Lisa mused. She felt him tense under him at this. “C’mon man, it’s 1989 you can’t get grossed out by a woman being in charge.” , Lisa said crossing her arms. He looked at her then even going so far as to turn around. “What?” He took her by the shoulders then looking even deeper in her eyes. “ Oh! Really? Well that’s, that’s very progressive of you.” He shrugged nonchalantly but his smile looked deeply self satisfied.

“Does that mean I can boss you around?” His brow rose playfully as if say, you already do. Lisa’s laugh was genuine this time her confidence returning. He did kind of just let her do whatever she wants. It was freeing to not have to listen to whatever crap people thought was good for her. To get to decide. And not just for herself for someone else. Someone who looked at her like he did. Like he would be grateful for whatever she did. Like she was a fucking gift.

“Lean back.” He followed immediately, instinctually eyes never leaving hers. He had such pretty eyes dark brown with those long lashes. She wanted to touch them. His breath caught as Lisa gently grazed each lash with her thumb. She touched his cheek next it was softer than his back. No scars.

“Open your mouth.” He was slower at this request. Nervous. Lisa traced small circles as she waited. She wouldn’t rush him. He gasped as his lips parted. Soft enough she didn’t even hear it, just felt it tickle her skin. “Good boy.” Her thumb skated on his bottom lip causing him to grip the sheet in response. Lisa couldn’t help but giggle at how easy he was to fluster. Beneath her thumb his lip jutted out poutyly.

“Sorry! I’m not laughing at you. It’s just it can’t feel that good I’m barely touching you!” He scoffed in obvious disagreement. “I just wanna make sure you can handle it if I keep going.” His nod was adorably eager. He really would do whatever she wanted.

Lisa leaned in giving him a soft kiss before biting down on thespace where neck meets shoulder. Smiling to herself as she heard him moan in earnest. Deeper and needier than his little gasps from before. She bit his chest next not even bothering with a kiss first. Just teeth. She was trying not to break the skin but wondered vaguely if he’d even mind. Looking at his face she didn’t think so. Eyes closed, head thrown back as he arched into her. Disappointed didn’t quite cover the look on his face as she pulled away.

“Sorry I just I need it to be my turn again.” She said grabbing his hand. Lisa shivered as ice cold fingers slipped beyond the waistband of her unnderwear. He looked for permission before moving any further. Lisa guided one of his fingers inside her in response. She already felt fuller than she ever had before with just one finger. She reached for him. Gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave marks.

“More.” The finger inside her curled as he pushed another inside her. Lisa tried not to scream. Shoving her palm in to her mouth to stifle herself. He moved then so slow it made her want to cry. “ Faster. Please.” It was still too slow so Lisa started grinding down desperately. Panting as she used his fingers.

His other hand found her clit unbidden. Tentative and curious as Lisa moved even faster. “Yes yes” Adam’s movements were slow. A delicious contrast to Lisa’s pace and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She grabbed his chin looking at him. “ You’ll let me do this again won’t you?” Nod.

“Good, I think you’re my new favorite toy”

#lisa frakenstein creature #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa frankenstein fanfic #lisa frankenstein 2024 #lisa frankenstein #lisa swallows x creature #lisa swallows

97 notes · View notes

raya-hunter01 · 9 months

Text

Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 6

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, spanking

Words:

Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

.............

OBGYN' Office, Pensacola, FL

Shantell’s POV

“Let’s see how everything is going,” Dr. Borden says preparing for the ultrasound. I take deep breaths as I feel my nerves getting the best of me. Dr. Borden is moving the wand on my stomach trying to find the baby and I’m nervous.

I hate hospitals and doctor offices with a passion. I still can’t believe I’m pregnant and I think that’s why I haven’t told Jey. I didn’t want to get his hopes up, how would he respond to the news especially after the Taraji bomb the other night.

My thoughts are all over the place and I feel like the ball could drop at any moment. Could I have a healthy pregnancy, and carry this baby to term? Truthfully, I’m scared to death, and I can’t help but think of Jey. He looked so angry and broken this morning when we all left the bus shop.

I think he was going to confront Taraji; I just hope he doesn’t do something stupid. “There is your baby,” I hear Doctor Borden say, turning the screen towards me. My eyes filled with tears as I see what I could only describe as a tiny peanut staring back at me.

“Is everything ok?” I asked, wiping my tears that had fallen. “Well, you tell me Shantell,” he says turning the sound up on the machine as I heard my baby’s heartbeat for the first time. “Oh my god,” I finally exhaled as I felt a weight lifted off of me, my baby was ok.

“Everything is good, strong heartbeat and you’re about five weeks along,” Dr. Borden says printing me out a couple of pictures. “Is everything else ok, from my surgery,” I ask nervously. “You are going to need to avoid stress, but that is all women who are expecting. “So, what’s the plan, to ensure everything goes well,” I ask.

“Well, it is important you take care of yourself; this is a high-risk pregnancy with your medical history. I want to do frequent appointments to keep an eye on you and the baby,” he says smiling as I nod looking at him. “I got ya, no stress and take it easy,” I say feeling better knowing my doctor had a plan to make sure the baby and I were ok.

-------------

Taraji’s Apartment

Jey’s POV

I’m so fuckin’ mad I can’t see straight but I gotta do this now. I need to know why, knocking on her door I could hear voices but no answer. So, I used the spare key under the carpet.

As I came in, I heard Taraji getting an earful from an emotional Rachel in the living room, so I ducked behind the front door listening. “The jig is up! Sofia went to my boss and I’m under investigation, Jey knows everything!” I hear Rachel shout hysterically.

Taraji’s POV

“What you mean he knows?” I whisper as I feel my throat closing in.

“He knows you weren’t pregnant, and now I’m in your shit,” Rachel says pacing. “Look, we will be ok. I can get us out of this,” I say trying to think.

“This got so screwed up, all he had to do was marry me when I told him I was pregnant,” I spat angrily as Rachel looked at me in horror. “There was no baby! What was your plan? He would marry you and then what, a baby would magically appear?" she questions as I shake my head no.

“The miscarriage was always a part of the plan; I was going to tell him I lost it. By then we would have been married. So, we could have tried for a baby,” I say trying to get her to understand. “So, you were so desperate to have this man and his money you did all this. I dropped my head in shame unable to say anything.

“Well, thank you because now I’m on my way to a meeting to find out if I still have a job to support my two kids,” she said looking at me defeated. “I’m sorry Rachel,” I sigh as she grabs her purse heading towards the door “Just stay away from me Taraji,” she says storming out of my apartment. I took a deep breath trying to pace myself, “I thought I had closed that when Rachel first came by, why was it open anyway,” I mumble as I closed the door.

Behind me I heard keys jingling and my blood ran cold. It can't be, I turned and was met with the stone-cold eyes of Jey. “No,” I whispered in shock as I didn’t expect him to even be back in town yet. “Just me and you Taraji,” he says, his voice void of feeling, his hard stare scaring me.

Jey’s POV

“I’m so sorry Jey,” Taraji cried, collapsing against me, trying to hug me as I pry her away. “You have no idea how much I hate yo ass,” I say deathly calm, looking at her guilty crying ass made me angrier.

"I love you, Jey! Please believe me," she cried as I saw red “You have messed up my life……. Bad,” I say rubbing my hands across my face trying to calm down.

“We could be so happy; please, just forgive me, “Taraji continued to beg as I swear for the first time in my life, I wanted to kill somebody. “You really played me, you was cheatin’ when we was together. Fuckin’ anybody for a come up and I still gave yo ass the benefit of the doubt,” I yelled.

“I changed! Jey, people can change!” she cried as I ignored the lame ass attempt of trying to flip the script, mascara running down her face from her tears. “You just faked being pregnant!! You invented a baby! A baby, the one thing you knew I always wanted,” I groaned in pain trying to grasp how out of touch she was with all she has done.

“I can’t believe how stupid I was. I lost the only person I ever loved, trying to be there for you and a baby that didn't exist!” I hissed at her in disgust as I see the wheels turning in her head, trying to think of what to say.

“Everything ok in here?” Jimmy asked, walking in looking at me with worry.

“Yea, we good, I just wanted to let Taraji know that Paul knows everything and wishes to meet with her on Friday before the show,” I said looking at Taraji taking in her scared expression.

“Jey, we gotta talk this out,” she cries trying to hold my hand as I snatch away, walking towards my brother. “You stay away from my family, especially Shan,” I say dropping her keys on the table.

“It’s always about her! Little Ms. Perfect!” Taraji screams as I nod in agreement with her. “Yea, it will always be about her,” I say not ashamed to admit to myself or Taraji. “She’ll never have you again after all you’ve done, and I can’t wait to see you miserable.” Taraji says smugly as I clinch my fists.

“Well, from what I heard, you won’t have to worry about seeing if Shan takes me back or if I’m miserable,” I say smugly as I know I’m about to take her ass down a peg. “Why is that?” Taraji taunts as I grin at her.” Because you may not be employed for very much longer, WWE takes these things seriously, and they are within their rights to fire yo ass. So, if I was you, I would walk a real thin ass line and stay the fuck away from my family,” I say as jimmy puts his hand on my shoulder.

Let’s go Uce, you said what you had to say,” Jimmy says trying to keep me calm.

“Yea, let’s roll,” I said walking away from her as I see I had two missed two calls from Shantell and a voicemail. “What could she want?” I mumble putting in my code to check the message. “Hey, this is Shan, we need to talk it’s very important so when you get time stop by my house. Talk to you later.”

"Who was it, Uce? "Jimmy asked as we made our way back to the car. “It was Shantell wanting to talk, it sounded important,” I say a little worried. “Good, I think it’s time ya’ll talked and get this shit straight,” Jimmy says not sugarcoating the issue.

“I know she ain’t just gon' fall back into my arms, I fucked up bad,” I say knowing I’m deserving of the cold shoulder I’ve been getting from her. “Then start from scratch as friends and work yo way back to your woman man, “Jimmy said shooting me an encouraging glance.

Maybe we could find our way back, I knew I loved her but this hothead temper of mine has got me in some shit that it’s gon’ take awhile to get out of.

-------------------------------

Shan’s House

Shantell’s POV

It feels good to be home, I loved staying with Solo and Sofia but it’s nothing like your own house. I called Jey early this morning inviting him over to talk and I still haven’t heard a peep. Working, I faintly heard someone knocking on my door. Reaching over to look at my phone it was almost midnight.

Time had gotten away from me as I was working on a video package for Jey’s rematch against Joe. They were doing this Tribal Combat angle. “I know damn well this ain’t his ass, this late at night, I" mutter as I got up and headed toward the door. Looking out the side window I saw his car.

“What do you want Jey?” I ask through the door, not really in the mood for any drama. "I need to talk to you, plus you told me to stop by,” he says standing back from the door. Unlocking it, I stepped outside to meet him. “Oh, I can’t come in,” he says with a small smile. “Ain’t shit open after midnight but legs, the ER, and Waffle House. I asked yo ass to come by earlier, so nope,"” I said smartly as he laughed at me.

“Walk wit me then” he says grasping my hand. “Let me get my keys and my blanket its cold,” I say stepping back inside as he looked over my shoulder trying to look around my house “You sure Montez ain’t in there, right?” he asks with a frown. “Well, if he was, it would be my business.” I say rolling my eyes at him.

“I’m kidding, I know I’m the only one,” he says proudly as I shake my head at him. “If you can’t get your shit together, you won’t be the only one for long,” I say as his smile drops seeing the seriousness in my face. We walked down to the beach and just enjoyed listening to the waves for bit before finally sitting down on the sand to talk.

“Shan I’m really sorry about calling you damaged, I didn’t mean it, I was just grieving, looking for someone to blame.” I said feeling ashamed, I wanted to hurt her because I was hurting. “You really hurt me, and it took me back to a place I didn’t want to be. You knew that would hurt me;” I said wiping my tears.

“I meant what I said that night, your everything and any man would be lucky to have you,” he says pulling me close as I lay my head on his shoulder. "I can't believe you remember that?" I whispered as I closed my eyes, it felt so good to be back in his arms again. "I remember everything about you, since the first day I met you," he said playing with my fingers. My mind was screaming tell him, but I feared how he would react.

Jey’s POV

“I had told my ma, I was leaving Taraji to be with you that night at our family dinner,” I said just wanting to lay it all out on the table. Shan looked at me before glancing out at the gulf. “Well, I’m sorry you had to argue with your mom,” she said rubbing my arm. “You were worth it,” I assured her, as her unsure smile made me want to kick my own ass as I reached over and kissed her on the cheek.

“So, what did you need to talk about?” I asked, wanting to know as I could see she seemed worried. “We can talk about it later,” she says quickly wiping her tears looking at me. “Just tell me baby, I got you, “I say grasping her hand placing a kiss on it.

Shantell’s POV

I took our joined hands and placed them on my stomach “Josh, I’m pregnant,” I whispered trying to not to scare him. The silence is scaring me as I can’t see his face. “Josh, did you hear what I said?” I asked a little louder, and still nothing. Ok, that’s my cue to go. I tried to move but his grip on me tightened as he finally looks at me.

“You havin’ my baby?” he asked smiling, as I saw tears welling in his eyes. "Yea, you knocked me up,” I joke as he laughs, gently kissing me “Thank you,” he said putting his hand back on my stomach as a few tears escaped his eyes, "You don't have to thank me," I said wiping his tears as kissed my stomach “Baby, it’s yo daddy. By the time you get here daddy gon’ have it right, I promise,” he says pulling me closer as I ran my fingers through his hair trying not to cry as he's talking to our baby.

I felt better having told him so he could share in this experience, but we have a long road ahead before we were Josh and Shantell again.

----------------------------------------------

Smackdown Before the Show

Bloodline Dressing room

“I hope they transfer her ass,” Tangela says walking around the room pacing. “I don’t want anybody to lose they job, but I wish she would leave Shan and Jey alone,” Trin said as I came out dressed for the show. “Aww, I can’t wait for you to start showing,” Tamina said rubbing my stomach.

“Girl, I gotta be able to hold my food down first,” I laugh as I gather my notes. “What has Mr. Real Chief been doing to get in your good graces,” Tangela asks as I shake my head at her poor attempt to get some tea.

“It's almost like when we first started dating, he’s been staying the night,” I say shrinking back at the stare from Trin. “Bitch, I know you ain’t been holdin' out on me," she says frowning at me. “Trin, we may make small talk, he talks to the baby, watches tv and sleep, “I say trying to get my point across.

“Basically, taking it slow before rushing into anything and it makes sense, Tangela says agreeing with me. “He understands he hurt me, and it’s going to take awhile. That’s all I can guarantee at this point,” I say putting my shoes on heading towards the door to getting ready to go to Gorilla.

“I need to find Joe, so I’ll walk with you,” Tangela says as I smile totally glad for the company. Enroute to Gorilla I had to use the restroom, so I ducked into the ladies' room as Tangela went to find Joe. Stopping dead in my tracks I see Taraji at the sink crying. Fuck, this is all I need right now as she turns to look at me.

“You happy, this is all your fault! I’m suspended, and they are transferring me back to raw!” she shouts as I take a deep breath not wanting to argue with her. “Taraji, I didn’t make you do what you did,” I say trying to remain calm.

“I just fuckin' hate yo ass,” Taraji says walking in my face, as in this moment I know she’s confrontational and I got to protect myself and my baby. “Look, what do you want!” I yell tired of the bullshit. “I WANT JEY!” She hysterically screams at me; this bitch is crazy. “I worked for him, so I should have him,” Taraji says continuing to rant.

“Taraji, yo ass better go find yourself something safe to do, like playin’ in traffic,” I say smartly. “What you gon’ do? I been waiting on you Shantell,” she taunts as she mushed my head back. See, I am trying Lord, but she just keeps on pushin’ me.

“Look, chill and gon’ on Taraji,” I warn as she smiles before slapping me, as I feel the blood coming from my mouth. I subconsciously rub my stomach, Baby, mama is so sorry, but I gotta clean this ho up right quick. Before she could swing again, I punched her in the face as she fell in a heap on the floor. “I don’t do that slappin’ shit,” I hissed as she was holding her eye. “You bitch,” she muttered still nursing her eye.

“You still in here Shantell?” I hear Tangela asking walking into the restroom taking in the scene before her. “What the hell goin on?" she asks seeing Taraji getting up. “Just a misunderstanding,” I say trying to squash the issue. “Nah, I ain’t buying that shit, look at your lip. She still fuckin’ wit you? Tangela asked now eying Taraji. "I’m good, just leave it, sis,” I plead just wanting to leave.

“Now, you work here, Trin, and Tamina do too but I don’t,” Tangela warns as Taraji charged at her swinging, before I knew it Tangela had caught her by the hair and started punching on Taraji fast as hell. All I saw and heard was fists tagging Taraji, alternating between her head and face, "Let me go, ho!" Taraji screams, now not fighting but trying to get Tangela off her hair.

Tangela continued to drag her ass around the bathroom “You one stupid bitch! open the door, Shantell!” Tangela screams as I jumped scurrying to the door. “Let me go!" Taraji yells struggling to keep her footing as Tangela is draggin’ her down the hall as people are looking at us. "Get yo ass outta this building!," Tangela yelled yanking Taraji's hair harder.

What the hell ya’ll doin’!?” Jimmy shouts running over to us with Paul prying Tangela away from Taraji. “What the hell is going on?” Paul shouts as Tangela tries to go back at her. “She attacked Shantell in the bathroom! I thought she was suppose to be gone, Paul!” Tangela yells as Paul jumped on the defense. “She was suppose to be! You three in my office now!” He shouts as Tangela rolls her eyes.

“Paul, I don’t work for yo’ ass so I suggest you ask me nicer than that,” Tangela snaps as I put my hand on her shoulder.” Please Tangela, let’s go,” I beg as I see Taraji walking to his office in front of us. "Tangela, we are going to get it worked out," Paul said calmly walking with us. "You better, cause ain't nobody got time to be harassed at their job by idiots," she says calming down.

“Jimmy go get Jey and Joe, meet me in my office,” Paul says following us inside.

This feels like the fuckin principal office, Tangela and I on one side, and Taraji on the other. This is not how I wanted the night to go. I just wanted to work and enjoy my night.

“What happened ya’ll?” Joe asked coming in looking at us with Jey and Jimmy behind him. “She attacked Shan and tried to charge me, so I dragged dat ass, that’s all,” Tangela says casually not caring how it looked or sounded. I looked over and I could see Jey steaming but not moving from beside Joe. “Taraji, what do you have to say?” Paul asks as she sighs in a defeated tone. “I was in the bathroom; Shan came in and I was just so angry. After some words I slapped her,” Taraji says quietly.

“You what!” Jey shouts angrily finally seeing the blood on the side of my mouth. “Then I punched her in the face,” I said honestly as Jey groaned coming over to me touching my face trying to see if there was any more damage.

“Shantell, you can’t be doing that,” he started as I looked at him giving him a signal to stop talking. I knew he was about to say I was pregnant and honestly, I didn’t want this bitch to know that.

“Taraji, security will escort you out of the building,” Paul says as I see Tangela getting annoyed. “That’s what you should have did personally after the meeting, and we wouldn’t be here now,” she says matter of fact.

“Tangela, baby chill,” Joe said kneeling in front of her trying to take her attention off of Taraji.

“Now I’ve really got to reconsider this whole job thing, you can’t be attacking people, you will be working in the Stamford office. You are off the road completely until further notice,” Paul informs her as out the corner of my eye I see her nod in understanding as she stands up and walks out with security.

“Now Shantell you know that was dangerous with your condition,” Paul says scolding me. “What did ya’ll want me to do? Just stand there and let her continue to assault me. She could have hurt me or the baby,” I say rambling as Joe looked at me smiling. “Your pregnant?” he asked, turning giving Tangela a knowing smile. “So, that’s why you were in guard dog mode, huh,” he says kissing her.

Guard dog, shiiid! You saw all dem' knots on that girl forehead. She was draggin’ that girl down that hall like Godzilla with Shan walking behind her,” Jimmy says snickering. “It was definitely a sight to see, has your wife thought about training Joe," Paul says shaking his head cracking a smile.

"How about no," Joe says laughing as Tangela hits his shoulder smiling. “Alright can we get back to work now,” I ask just tired, and wanting to work. “Yes, Ms. busy body, you can go to work, and be careful” Paul said as I got up, thanking Tangela again before I left with Jey following behind me.

“Hey… Slow down, ma,” he says gently pulling me to him placing his hand on my stomach. “We’re ok,” I say reassuring him as he kisses my neck. “I’m sorry you having to deal wit this cause of my ass,” he whispers as I lean back in his arms. “I know,” I responded taking a couple deep breaths.

I hope this is going to get better because all this stress is making me want to go hide under a rock and we still got Joe’s family cookout coming up. Just thinking about my mom and Jey’s in the same house is making me ill.

------------

Smackdown

Camera nine I’m glad you had eyes on Jey that was good shit! Let’s take it home! Hard camera pace you out with camera three on Roman. "Let’s go to work Stu!" I shout in my headset. “You love this chaos. Shan, what are you going to do when you out on maternity leave?" He asked laughing. “I’m gon' fucking cry,” I said laughing. You could feel the intensity in the ring between the cousins as Roman and Jey walked to the front of the table.

“Hard camera it’s coming back to you,” I said into my headset. Let’s get this money shot, Jey and Roman embraced and took a deep breath together, their heads touching. I remember Jey telling me about this and how important it was to their culture. It was amazing to see.

Hey, beautiful,” Montez says sitting beside me. “Hey, give me a second,” I say as I’m watching the monitors. Cameras five and seven pace between Roman and Jey please to end the show. It should be some good expressions coming, and they didn’t disappoint. We’re out in 5,4,3,2,1. Great show crew!" Thank God, we made it, tonight has been a tiresome night.

"You know you sexy doin’ that right," Montez says as I laugh. "Well, thank you, I guess," I say closing down my monitors. "Here let me help you," Montez says standing up, leaning over me to lift a monitor. "Everything good over here Shan," Joe says coming up with Solo who was looking like he wanted to lay waste to Montez.

"Yea, I’m good Montez was helping me with the monitors, so I didn’t have to lift it," I say as Joe nods stepping in to help along with solo as well.

"So, I was wondering would you like to go out to grab a bite to eat tonight?" Montez says not caring that Joe and Solo was right there. "I don’t think so, it’s been a busy hectic day and I’m not into dating right now,” I said making sure everything was good in the cases.

“Well, maybe next time, I’ll see you later then,” he says leaning over giving me a kiss on the cheek and walked away before I could respond. Joe and Solo were staring Montez down as he walked by them not caring. “What was that?” Joe asked as I shrugged my shoulders. “Your answer is as good as mine, I have no clue," I said honestly. Unbeknownst to me Jey had seen the whole interaction and was not happy.

-------------

Shantell’s Hotel Room

Shantell’s POV

"So, you're not talking to me because of something I didn't ask to happen?" He just did it," I said getting a little irritated with Jey as I walked out of the bathroom in one of his old shirts.

"He been around a lil too much, I mean is you fuckin' him," Jey says looking at me with an anxious look on his face.

"I’m not fucking him!" I shout as Jey is pacing around the room just speaking nonsense. “You doin’ something! A mothafucka felt bold enough to come sit wit you alone, and kiss all over yo ass,” he says rubbing his hands over his face.

“You are so insecure, and we aren’t even together!” I spat angrily. I can't believe that he would even think I would do that.

“I ain’t insecure, I just don’t want him hanging all over you because I know what he wants, and he can’t have it!” Jey shouts as my eyes widen in shock. “Jey, I’m a grown ass woman, you can't be telling people not to talk to me! I can do what I want, when I want! We aren't together!" I shout equally as frustrated as him.

Don’t you know, I know you miss me,” he says inching his lips closer to mine and even though I do miss him, this is about a power struggle right now that he's determined to win.” I don’t know what you are talking about,” I say fighting the urge to kiss him senseless. I wanted him bad; he snatched his shirt off my body and pulled his sweats off.

“What makes you think, I’m going to sleep with you,” I ask, biting my lip staring at him, growling he pulled against his rock-hard body. I gasp at the feeling of him against me, knowing I'm powerless to stop it.

“Baby this is me, I know every inch of you,” Jey says starting to place kisses on my lips then moving to my neck as I’m fighting an internal battle to remain quiet. “I know what you need,” he says never missing a beat with his tongue as it slides along the curve of my neck. I wanted him and he knew it, these hormones ain’t playing.

“Baby just let go, "he groans against my ear as I feel myself losing the battle. I finally gave in as I took him in a heated kiss. As the minutes passed, the more desperate out kisses became as our tongues met in a dance where I couldn’t tell where I began, and he ended. Taking control, I pushed him up against the door “You want me to feel I, ask as I felt him shiver against me in anticipation.

“You want me to let go,” I whisper into his ear before snaking my tongue out and around his ear lobe. Hearing the growl in his throat I knew I had him as I trailed kisses back to his lips but not before making one simple statement. “You want me to feel, then make me,” I said attacking his lips with mine.

" Shit, I can’t wait, I’ll make it up to you, I Promise,” Jey moans against my lips entering me "Oh!" I gasped, pulling his closer. “Daddy’s home baby,” he whispers against my ear beginning to thrust inside me slowly, “Mmhm!" I whimper against him no longer able to deny he had my heart and soul.

" Welcome home, baby” I moaned as he started thrusting harder and faster. It was true, us together was indeed home, without missing a beat Jey reversed us with me now on top. “Ride Daddy, baby,” he moaned as I placed my weight on my heels and started bouncing slow and hard. “Shit, just like dat, ride yo dick,” he encourages as I continued riding him harder.

“I plan too,” I moaned as I started to speed up my movements but every so often slowing down twirling my hips in a circular motion. “You think I’m fuckin’ him?” I asked, gasping as Jey thrusted upward harder inside me. "Don’t play with me, Shan! Fuck!," he shouts as I clinch my muscles around his dick as I ran my nails down his chest. "Don’t you play wit me; Josh," I say continuing my sensual torture.

Jey’s POV

“Damn, you feel so good,” I moaned as cupped her breasts almost painfully squeezing them as she rode my dick. “You didn’t answer me,” She pants never breaking her rhythm. “Do you think I’m fuckin' him? Tell me," she groaned speeding up as I finally snapped. “Fuck, no! This my pussy," I growled sitting up taking her in a possessive kiss, carrying her from the bed, bracing her up against the wall thrusting deep inside her.

"Josh! Wait baby," I hear her whimper against my lips as I feel her legs trembling around my waist. Nah, you bout to squirt all on this dick, u hear me?" I declare, claiming her lips in a desperate kiss as her moans are bringing the possessive side of me.

I felt myself going deeper and deeper as I couldn’t get enough of her. “He can’t have you, say it,” I groaned losing control as each second passed. “He can't have me," Shan cried as I came undone thrusting away inside her hard and strong, with each thrust her head was lightly hitting the wall.

Her pussy gripping me tighter and tighter as I pulled her close. Her nails diggin' in my neck as I attacked hers as we clawed at each other trying to get as close as we could.

“I’m about to cum,” Shan moans as I reach down between us and began playing with her clit. “Who you cumin’ for, me or him?” I groaned as I began thrusting even harder inside her. “Who is it for baby?” I moaned looking down at my dick moving in and out of her pussy. “I know I’m bout to cum, and it’s all for you,” I confessed, taking her whimpers in my mouth as I kissed her with wild abandon.

“Who are you cumin’ for!? “I groaned as she squirted on my dick as I was cumin’ inside her. "You! I’m cumin for you, Josh!" She screamed as she rode her orgasm holding on me tight.

“Don’t you forget that shit either,” I say kissing her shoulder. I was insecure and I knew it, but I knew what Montez’s intentions were and I’m not giving Shantell up.

--------

Carnival Confessions

Jey’s POV

Shit! I’m running behind, I had to do a couple interviews today, so everybody was already at the carnival. It was a good idea for the girls to unwind after all the drama last night at the show. After searching I finally found Trin and Shan ordering some food.

I know this lame ass dude ain’t here, I see Montez approaching them and I see red. He just won’t take the hint; he knows Shantell is pregnant with my baby and he still sniffing round like a dog in heat. Nah, bruh that’s my woman even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

Shantell’s POV

"Hey, it’s funny running into you here since you can’t ride anything," Montez says smiling.

“I’m here for the food, and the games,” I laugh as he gives me a hug. “Well, can I walk with ya’ll?” he asks as Trin smiles. "Sure, come on Montez, the more the merrier,” she says as we continue to walk and explore the carnival. “Where is Jey he should be here by now,” I mutter looking around for him. I faintly hear Jimmy and Trin arguing over Montez joining us.

“Where the hell he come from?” Jimmy hisses at Trin as she smiles at him. “He has a crush on Shan, plus Jey and her ain’t together. So why my girl can’t explore a little?” Trin asked taunting Jimmy. “Because my brother gon’ figure his shit out, he gon’ make it right. He just needs a chance Trin,” he says looking at Montez.

“Nah, I think he needs to know Shantell has options, to get his ass in gear," Trin responds staring at Montez stealing a piece of Shantell’s funnel cake. “Can I talk to you, Shan?” Montez asks as Trin and Jimmy showed their armbands to the attendant and got on the Ferris wheel. “Um, sure what’s up?” I asked feeling a little uneasy.

Jey’s POV

This mothafucka really tryin' it. I know I shouldn’t be sneaking around watching them but in need to know what I’m dealing with. I can’t help but move further, trying to see and hear what he’s sayin’ to Shan as he led her to a picnic table.

“I really like you Shan," Montez said grabbing Shantell’s hand, before she could respond he placed his finger on her lips. “Let me finish before I lose my nerve,” he stutters as she smiled at him. What the fuck is going on, I know Shantell ain’t entertaining this shit.

“I know about the baby and how complicated things are with Jey,” he says as she looked down. “I want you to know that you have options, and I love chillin’ wit you,” he says touching her face making her look at him. “I like hanging out with you too, we're friends” Shan responded smiling, and I felt sick as fuck. “I would like to take you out,” Montez said pushing her hair behind her ear. "We can even go as friends,” he adds after seeing Shantell’s shocked face at his suggestion. See I can’t take this shit no more, I’m bout the kill his ass.

“Aye, Shan ain’t interested Tez,” I say walking over to them not being able to take it anymore. “What's up Jey?” he asks standing up as Shan looks at me with a worried expression. “What's up my ass, you trying to put the moves on my woman,” I say in his face as he folds his arms across his chest.

“Well, the last I knew ya’ll were just friends, after all the shit you did who could blame Shantell," Montez said with a neutral look on his face. "What the fuck you know about it," I hiss as I see Shantell standing up approaching us. “You was reckless wit her, and that can be another man’s gain,” Montez says smiling at me.

“You mothafucka,” I snarl wanting to rip his head off. “Yea, I’ll be dat, the mothafucka, gladly to be wit Shantell,” Montez taunted as I got in his face. “Hey! We in public and I ain’t wit nobody! Shantell quietly shouts trying to not bring attention to us. “The only thing I care about is my child, fuck all this other bullshit! Continue the pissin' contest without me,” she says storming off. “Stay the fuck away from Shantell!” I warned as I went to follow her.

Shantell’s POV

“Can you take me back to the hotel Solo,” I asked having found him by the restrooms. “Yea, I’m tired myself, it’s hot and I need to call Sofia,” he says looking at me worried. “What’s up?” he asks as I pointed behind me at Jey who was coming towards us.

“Aye, Shantell let me talk to you,” Jey says walking up as Solo blocks him from seeing me. “Not now Bro, folks could be watching, we ain’t trying to be on TMZ. I’m bout to take her back to the hotel to get some rest. Hit her up later,” he said as Jey finally agreed walking off.

----------

Hotel Bar

Solo’s POV

He fuckin’ tried it man, you should have heard his bitch ass. “You was reckless wit her, and that can be another man’s gain,” I said mocking Montez as I snarled in disgust. “Well, where is the lie,” Joe says as I shot him a look as he downed his Tequilla shot. “You suppose to be on my side!” I say raising my voice a bit as Jimmy hits me on the shoulder.

We are on yo damn side, that’s why we here. Calm yo ass down,” he says with an irritated tone and face. “All the shit yo ass been complaining about these last two hours, you could have been in Shantell’s room telling her the truth,” Solo said pointing at me. “And what is that? I asked with an attitude. “That you love her and it’s killin’ you to think about another man takin yo place, fool,” Solo say taking a sip of his drink.

“Look, you need to fix this. I’m so serious, yo issues is fuckin up my time wit my wife, I was just about to get some pussy and here Solo comes sendin’ a 911 text about yo ass,” Joe says seriously. I feel ya cuz, shit don’t make no sense, like seriously,” Jimmy says giving me the side eye as I put my drink down. Alright, I’m goin’ I say throwing down some money for the tab heading out the bar.

----------------------------------

Shantell’s Hotel Room

Shantell’s POV

“Shan! Let Me In!” Jey shouts knocking on my door. “What the hell?” I said out loud wrapping my robe around me, coming out of the bathroom. Looking through the peephole to be sure I groaned, opening the door as Jey stormed inside. “Look, we need to talk,” he said, and looking at him I can see he’s had a few drinks. Oh, no I don’t want to deal with truthful drunk Jey tonight.

“I followed you guys at the carnival today for a minute before I finally came over,” he said pacing in front of me. “Why would you do that? I ask as Jey stops pacing his intense stare almost burning a hole in my soul. “I don’t want him near you!” He exclaimed coming closer to me holding my gaze.

“Come on Jey, we weren't doing anything, you didn't even give me a chance to tell him no. I don't even know what you and me are after last night," I say pulling my rob tighter around me as I feel him undressing me with his eyes “Listen,” he starts as I cut him off “Can we talk tomorrow,” I said walking past him trying to open the door as he used his hand to close it back, pulling back into his broad chest as his arms went around my waist, holding me firmly in place.

I could feel his breath against my ear as his lips are close to my ear. “You have to understand, I am….I am a man," he mutters against my ear. "When you and I go into your room at night, I can’t turn myself in to a robot with no feelings, no desires. I ain’t build that way Shan,” he whispers kissing my neck as I moan leaning against him.

“Jey, we can’t,” I moan as he rubs my stomach. "I talk to your stomach every night to let our baby know, daddy loves him or her and that I love you. Every night I watch you,” he speaks as against my ear as his powerful deep voice is making it hard to think.

“You take a shower, comb your hair, and rub lotion on your body,” he says gently wrapping his hands around my throat, taking me in a slow tortious kiss. I groan as his other hand unties my robe, as the cool air from the room along with his powerful kisses cause me to shiver. “You put on one of my old shirts, and I pretend I’m on my phone, or watchin’ tv, he whispers against my lips as I kiss him again.

“Mhmm,that ain’t what I’m doin’ baby,” he breathes against my mouth before moving his kisses to my neck. “I’m watchin’ you, I’m tryin’ not to, but I am…I do,” he moans moving his hands caressing my sensitive breasts as I gasp at his confession and actions.

His actions and words are crumbling down the walls I’ve built to protect myself. Please, don’t stop,” I beg as he continues his torture of my senses as his hand is now playing with my even more sensitive clit.

Jey’s POV

“I am a man…. I am yo man. So, it ain't no more questions bout what we are. I'm yo man, and you my woman,” I whisper nibbling on her ear before licking and biting her neck. I had to make sure she understood me, she was mine and I was hers. I'm not about to lose my family; Shantell and the baby are my family. I feel her trembling against me, and I know she’s close.

Her strained cries of pleasure are encouraging me to continue to let my truth be known and to touch her. “I want to be with you," I proclaimed as I felt her falling apart in my arms. "Josh!" she cried falling into my embrace as I held her tighter. “I love you, and our baby,” I whispered against her neck, holding her tight." I love you too, Josh," she said trying to compose herself as I kissed her. I know we got a long way to go but for now we are going to take it one day at a time.

---------------------------------------

Annual Family Barbecue

Joe & Tangela’s

Joe’s POV

“You really trying me with these little sundresses, Tangela,” I growl against her neck as she’s trying to finish getting dressed for our annual cookout. “Babe, we ain’t got time for this everyone is about to come over baby,” Tangela wines moving away from me.

“A’ight I’m gon’ remember that shit when you want daddy to tap dat ass,” I boast as she blushes. “Well, I ain’t got to ask, I’ll just have to take that dick when I want it,” she says brushing up against me as I groan feeling her hands grab my dick.

“See yo ass starting shit,” I moan as the doorbell rings. “See I told you; we wouldn’t have had time; she says brushing past me to go open the door. “Damn! I hate it when she’s right but tonight she gon’ make it up to me.

Shantell’s POV

Well, it’s time for dinner and I’ve been avoiding Jey’s mom all day as I caught her looking at me a few times. I don’t know how to approach her and my mom watching me like a hawk isn’t helping either as she’s looking for any reason to pop off.

“Can someone pass the chicken,” I ask looking at the table spread not sure as to where to start. “I got you sis,” Jimmy says passing it to me. “So, Shan how far along are you?” Jey’s mom asks me as I look at Jey his contagious smile making me smile.” I’m almost eight weeks now, “I say happily. “Oh, so how is this going to work, are you guys back together?” she asked as my mom tapped my knee under the table as I gave her a pleading look.

“Uh, we are taking it day by day,” I said as I could feel papa Kishi’s eyes on me. “So, I guess marriage is out of the question?” he asks as I began coughing, almost choking on my food. “You ok babe,” Jey asks as I nod in response.

“Dad we are building our relationship back to where it was, I want to marry Shantell someday but we ain’t there yet,” Jey says as Jimmy gives him a proud nod.

“Oh, so are you getting a blood test for this baby?” his mom asked as I felt my mom tense next to me. “Oh, so what the hell you sayin’ about my daughter Mrs. Fatu?” my mother questions in an irritated tone. “Oh, shit,” I heard Joe whisper as Tangela cleared her throat. “I said, are they doing a blood test on the baby before he signs the birth certificate?” she asked again.

“No, mama I’m not, this is my baby,” Jey says looking his mother in the eye. “Well, how do you know son?" she asks as my mother throws her silverware on her plate. “Now what you ain’t gon’ do is sit here and attack my child,” she says as I try to cut her off. “Mama, it’s ok,” I say as she shoots me a look to shut up.

“The hell it ain’t! You been faithful and true to this boy, motivated him, loved him in spite of all the bullshit he don' took you through," she said as I felt Jey holding my hand under the table trying to keep me calm. Now, she should have had this energy towards the hussy she let sit in at family functions that invented a fuckin’ baby! Yea, I said it!" my mama shouted as Jey’s mom looked upset.

"Your daughter is bringing my son down, he’s not as focused on his career as he should be, now she’s pregnant! Probably just wants him to take care of her like Taraji she did, "she says in disdain looking at me. Take care of me? Lady, I make damn near three times as much money as Jey.

“Mama don’t get upset,” I said feeling the anger radiating off of her. "You want act like my child ain’t good enough for your son, woman you better come correct, I’m here now! You ain't gon' be disrespecting my child!" my mother says pointing her finger at Jey's mom.

"Auntie, we trying to have a family dinner, can you just cool it," Joe says looking at me mouthing he was sorry. "I'll hush, I'm just saying he better watch her around his money," she says taking a sip of her wine. "My baby makes more money than yo son does, she is a lead production director, most sought after at that.

She can go anywhere she wanted tomorrow, or anytime so she doesn’t need his lil ass money, she got long strong money over here boo,” she said getting back at Jey’s mom. “Ya’ll need to chill, it’s not good for Shantell or the baby," he said getting upset rubbing my shoulders as I had my head down not wanting to look at anybody. I knew I shouldn't have come when I found out she was coming.

“Boy all this shit is you and your mama’s fault,” my mom says pointing at Jey. I ain’t denying that, and I’m doing everything in my power to make it right. I love Shantell," he said looking at my mom who seemed to like his answer. “She just wanted to trap my son!” Jey’s mama screamed pointing at me as a couple exhausted sighs could be heard at the table.

“See, I told you this was a bad idea, we ain’t have no business comin’ over here tonight!” Trin hisses at Jimmy as he’s clueless as what to do to stop his mom. “Mama let’s take a lil break,” Solo says standing up going over to his mom and taking her glass of wine. She was obviously drunk. Sofia gets up with Cameron, who is becoming fussy because of the commotion. “I gotta change Cameron,” she says walking off trying to get away from the drama.

“I ain’t goin nowhere, Joe invited me,” she says taking a bite of her food. “Ma, why can’t you admit you were wrong about Taraji, and apologize for trying to push Josh away from Shantell,” Jimmy says honestly. “I ain’t got to do nothin’” she says as I stand up. “Joe thank you for the invite, but in the course of ten minutes, I’ve been called a whore many different ways and a gold-digger. Now in order for me to keep being respectful I need to leave. I’m just over this,” I say trying to stay calm. I understand Babygirl," Joe says looking at me with sad eyes.

“No, you aren’t Shantell, sit down," Joe’s mother said as I looked at her with pleading eyes. “This is my son’s house, and he invited you, we're family. I for one am happy Joshua found someone who makes him happy,” she said as I sat back down. “Thank you, auntie,” Jey said giving her a small smile.

“Now, there you go, perfect auntie,” Jey’s mom said rolling her eyes at Joe’s mom. “I know you ain’t rollin’ your eyes at me. I think you mad because you can’t control these boys no more, they got wives, girlfriends, and are on the way to building their own families, Leave them boys alone!” Joe’s mom exclaimed as Trin shoots her a smile.

“In other words, let these grown ass men live, and pop your titty outta they mouth, my mom says adding fuel to the fire as the commotion continued throughout dinner. "Just tryin' to take my babies from me, all ya'll. Wrestlers, nurses, production directors, don't know nothing about being wives and mothers," Jey's mom says as Trin shoots her a look “Sandra! I’ve heard enough, no more wine tonight. Now leave it be, if they happy let it be,” papa Kishi said as Jey looks at his dad in shock.

“We’re about to have our second grandchild that I can’t wait to spoil, and you know you will too. That’s if Shantell will even let us near the little one with the way you cuttin' the damn fool’. “Don’t speak to me that way,” she says in shock that her husband is correcting her.

“I did and I will, the Taraji situation was a huge blow, we almost lost our son. Now! I’m putting my foot down, leave Shantell and all the girls alone for that matter and eat your food. They all are doing great things and making this family proud. Now dats all I want to hear of it," he says leaving no room for argument as she began eating her food sobering up quickly. If the next seven months is anything like this, I'm not ready...Not ready at all.

Taglist: @reci24 @southerngirl41 @vebner37 @jeyusos-girl @melaninsugababy @romanreignkisser @bebesobrielo @arination99 @ 2-muchsauce @bakugoumarianawrites

187 notes · View notes

kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

Note

Howdy howdy howdy!!! 🫶 🤠 I NEEDED to pop back in and let ya know I’m a little feral over the innocent/inexperienced reader with the toxic king (aka wrecker of worlds, seriously wtf he must be stopped) asks. BECAUSE and hear me out guys, I need konig absolutely rotting in this new hell and about to spontaneously combust with sweet little reader who hasn’t let him hit yet, who just wants to lie down with him on a sofa or bed and shes just humming along, tracing over his arms or chest or abs perfectly innocently while chatting about her day. And meanwhile konig’s mind is sounding the nuclear explosion warning and the man can’t BREATHE and reader goes to rest her little head on his chest and immediately pops back up like bro are you ok, your heart is going to explode 👀

Konig, trying desperately to not be a horny menace, with clenched fists and gritted teeth, white knuckling the whole time: ja, totally fine, this is how I relax

So I’m all for torturing toxic konig with fluff since homeboy doesn’t know how to act and he deserves to suffer through oblivious sweet reader 👍👍

I also feel like we’re all in the worlds dirtiest book club lmao and I AM HERE FOR IT

Howdy my man, I'm so happy to hear from you!!

And oh my goodness. Wrecker of worlds?!? He does need to be stopped! Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen in our dirty little book club ^^

Of course this woman’s appeal only increases in König's eyes when she makes him work for it. She’s morally superior to any woman he’s ever met so yes, his heart is about to explode (along with his cock).

And what’s even worse is that she calls him 'cute' and 'sweet'. Probably thinks he’s just shy under that hood when he’s simply trying his best to act normal and not smother her during another cuddle session that leaves him blue balled.

König starts to build up so much resentment. This woman must be torturing him for some sick, feminine entertainment purposes... Does she think he’s just a toy she can play with after ten, eleven, twelve dates? What kind of a demonic temptress even does something like this to a poor, lovesick man?

But no… She wouldn’t do that, she’s far too innocent and far too sweet. He’s just letting the beast inside him get the better of him again... Poor girl doesn’t even know that there’s practically a demon inside this hood.

But then he gets riled again when she invites him to her place and has the audacity to put on a romantic movie. There’s even a scene where the leading couple is kissing in the rain. This is literally worse than being captured by the enemy and being tortured for days.

She sneaks her hand into his and squeezes softly while the couple on the screen are kissing slowly while they're drenched, everything’s so sensual, and all he can think about is how he's supposed to disguise the swelling cock inside his pants as he imagines himself and the sweet girl beside him in that scene. Those wet sounds wouldn't even compare to the ones that would rise were he between her legs with his mouth…

#answered #yandere könig #i feel so sorry for him #give him a chance #well don't but give him a crumb of 🐱 at least #könig x virgin reader

249 notes · View notes

traveler-at-heart · 9 months

Text

Red Wine Supernova

First Wanda x Fem!R fic ever from me. Inspired by Red Wine Supernova. If you haven’t listened to this song, DO IT NOW!!!!

Summary: Wanda doesn’t have time for friends or fun... until you come along.

A/N: Fluff, set after Age of Ultron with canon divergence.

I'm in the hallway waitin' for ya

Mini skirt and my go-go boots (uh-huh)

I just want you to make a move

So slow down, sit down, it's new

Red appears between her fingers. Wanda throws around the small ball of energy, her eyes reflecting the beams.

This one is small, barely fitting between her fingers. But what if it was bigger? What if she was angry? Or sad?

What then?

A plate is set down in front of her and she looks up, red dissipating. You smile reassuringly.

“It looks like you could use some pie”

“I--”

“Don’t worry, I signed an NDA. I can’t talk about anything I see or hear” you wink, going back behind the bar.

Even Earth’s mightiest heroes need someone to make decent coffee.

The Compound’s cafeteria is practically deserted, but Wanda still hesitates to pick up her plate and sit closer to you on a stool.

“Hi” you greet again, and this time she smiles.

“Thank you for the pie”

“Of course. Everything ok?”

Wanda shrugs her shoulders.

“I just don’t know what to do with all of this… is it power? Is it magic? I can’t understand it. And no one else knows either”

“Not knowing can be scary,” you agree, leaning down against the counter.

“I don’t like it”

“Not knowing, or magic? Because I was really hoping I could cheer you up with a magic trick”

“Rabbit in a hat?” you show her a coin and she nods. “I’m all eyes”

“Now you see it…” you say, closing your fist with the coin in your hand. Next time you open it, it’s gone. “Where do you think it is?”

“Let’s see…” she inspects you, and you try not to squirm under her stare. “Here” she takes your left hand and opens it, only to find it empty.

“Strike one” you say, trying not to blush when she’s still holding your hand. Wanda looks under her plate. “Strike two… and three” you say when she checks her hoodie’s pockets. “And now, the big reveal”.

You lean forward, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. Your fingertips trace her skin and Wanda giggles, until you show her the coin.

“I’m impressed”

“No, you’re not, you knew where it was the whole time”

“I did” she laughs, which makes you laugh as well.

Wanda becomes a regular, at least on the days you’re working. Apart from the Avengers, there’s always new recruits from SHIELD, Maria or Director Fury stopping by. The one constant is Pietro, always coming at the end of the day to eat anything that’s left over. You don’t understand how he can be in shape when he eats like that.

So, when you’re not making coffee, you’re either studying while Wanda reads or you’re playing chess, something she enjoys greatly.

“Are you even trying?” she says at the third time she beats you.

“Excuse me, Beth Harmon”

“Who?”

“You’ve never read The Queen’s Gambit?”

“No. What?” she says when you keep staring.

“What’s your favorite movie?” you lean forward.

“I don’t have one”

“Not even a rom com? Chick flick?”

“You’re making up words now” Wanda rolls her eyes and pulls away, but you keep her in place, your hand on hers.

“No, no. Just putting two and two together”

“Hope it’s not about the Avengers. You signed an NDA, Y/N” Natasha warns, coming out of literally nowhere.

“Yes, Agent Romanoff. Your usual?”

The woman nods and you begin to make her caramel macchiato. Who knew the spy had a sweet tooth.

You hand it over in a dark cup, because she still has a reputation to keep.

“Say, would you like to attend movie night?” you ask Wanda, aware that Natasha’s still listening as she adds even more sugar to the beverage.

“What’s that?”

“My friends and I do it once a week. Watch some classics, get popcorn and pizza”

“I’m not sure that Steve…”

“That is a great idea!” Natasha interrupts, her arm around Wanda. “You should go out more. Make friends”

“Really?” Wanda looks at you and smiles. “Ok, sounds good”

“Awesome, I’ll text you the address. Oh, Agent Romanoff?” you call as the woman walks away, smirking. “I saved you the last cupcake”

“Put it on Tony’s tab” she says, winking at both of you.

There’s a knock at the door and you open it, your friend Laura smiling while she holds two boxes of pizza.

“Pizza’s here” you announce, moving aside and taking the boxes.

“Bitch, you’re supposed to say Laura’s here. And sound ecstatic about it”

“Oh, look, April’s here!” you ignore Laura, practically cheering as your other friend walks through the door.

“I hate you so much” Laura mumbles and you poke your tongue out.

“Just kidding, Laurie”

“Yeah, yeah”

“Who’s on their period?” April questions, eyeing the insane amount of snacks on the kitchen counter. “I don’t have this on my calendar”

“You track all of our periods?” Laura says.

“Of course I do, it’s how I know when to forgive you for being bitches”

“No one’s on their period” your roommate and friend, Kate, finally walks to the living room, with a stupid smile. “Y/N invited her crush to movie night”

April and Laura screech so loud, you’re afraid your neighbors will call the cops.

They begin to throw all kinds of questions at you (who is she, what does she do, where did you meet).

“Everyone shut it. Number one, she is not my crush. Number two, I bought all this candy because I don’t know what she wants and I am being nice. And, last, if you are weird about this, I will never speak to you again. Understood?”

“Oh my God, you’re wearing makeup” April shouts.

“You’re so gay for her,” Laura squeals.

There’s another knock at the door and the four of you turn to look, frozen in your spots.

“Go open it, you useless lesbian” Kate pushes you and you glare at her, before pulling it open.

Wanda meets your eyes and smiles, leaving you breathless. She’s out of her usual hoodies and dark clothes, wearing a flannel shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans.

“Hi” you greet, leaning against the door.

“Hey” you stare and then she clears her throat. “Are you ever inviting me in or…?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Please come in” you move aside and as Wanda enters, you glare at your friends, who are giggling at your awkwardness. “Wanda, these are Laura, April and Kate”

“Nice to meet you” Wanda waves at them and Laura’s the first to step forward.

“Come here, I’ll give you the tour of the snack bar”

“What are you two plotting?” you say to Kate and April when you catch them whispering.

“Nothing” they both answer too fast for your liking.

Once Wanda is settled with a slice of pizza, you bring the snacks to the coffee table in front of the television.

April, Laura and Kate are quick to take over the couch.

“You guys can take the loveseat” Kate says, emphasizing the love part.

“I like to sit on the floor” Wanda says, taking some cushions to rest against them.

“Me too!” April says and you roll your eyes.

“Then why are you on the couch?”

“Because, Y/N, my butt hurts. Thank you for your concern”

“Come here, I promise it’s comfortable” Wanda smiles, pulling you down. You end up leaning against her as she puts some pillows behind you. “See?”

“Yeah, that’s uh… nice” you smile, aware of how close you are.

“So, what are we watching?” Kate scrolls and you’re the first to speak.

“I think Wanda would really like The Princess Diaries. What do you guys think?”

“Oh, yeah, we haven’t seen that in forever. And none of us are menstruating so we won’t cry during Mia’s speech” April says, chewing on popcorn. “You’re not on your period either, right, Wanda?”

“Ok, first of all” you turn around and throw an M&M at her. “Spoiler alert. Second of all, stop asking about whose vagina is bleeding and eat your damn pizza”

“Fine, but don’t ask for a tampon when you need it cause I won’t help you”

“I’ll survive, period fairy” you mumble and Wanda chuckles.

The movie begins and you relax, feeling Wanda’s warmth next to you. During some of your favorite scenes, you can’t help but turn to look at her, because you wanna know if she’s actually enjoying the movie. Her laughter makes your heart flutter and when she frowns at some of the sad parts, you have to stop yourself from hugging her.

Halfway through the movie, Wanda opens a can of soda that practically explodes all over her shirt.

“Shit” you say, pulling the can away from her. “Come here, I’ll give you another shirt”

“Sorry” Wanda apologizes to no one in particular and Kate eases her nerves.

“We’ll wait for you to keep watching”

“Come on” you take Wanda’s hand and lead her to your room. She looks around to the walls covered in pictures, the books scattered around and some of the posters from your favorite films.

“Sorry about the mess” you apologize. “Here, this should work” you hand over a t-shirt. “I’ll wait in the living room, ok?”

“Ok, thank you”

Wanda only takes two minutes but it feels like an eternity, your friends glancing and giggling as you blush.

“Shut up” you lay on the floor, looking at the ceiling, but you sit up when your bedroom door opens.

Your face only turns redder as you see Wanda wearing your clothes.

“All done” she smiles and you begin to scoot over to make some room for her on the floor. “Stay” she asks, sitting against the couch and letting you rest your head on her lap.

The movie continues, only this time you’re closer to Wanda. The downside is you can’t see her reaction to the movie. At some point, her hands travel to your hair, running her fingers through it and you relax. It’s a miracle that you’re not snoring by the time the credits roll.

“What did you think?” you say, staying in place while your friends go to the kitchen and the bathroom.

“I really liked it”

“Yeah? It’s one of my favorite movies”

“You have great taste,” she smiles.

“I do, don’t I?” you agree and Wanda laughs.

“Hey, lovebirds, what should we watch next?” Kate says as they all come back and you can see Wanda blushing.

“Wanda, what other things do you like?” Laura asks

“I… uh, watch a lot of sitcoms. Old stuff, honestly”

“Hey, why don’t we watch that Bewitched movie?” April says and you all nod.

But an hour later, your friends are fast asleep and Wanda seems to be more invested in drawing patterns against your skin than watching the movie.

“Not as good as the first one, huh?” you whisper.

“It’s just that Bewitched is a classic and I don’t think this does it justice”

“I’ve never seen it” you admit and Wanda looks shocked.

“I love Lucy?” you shake your head no. “The Dick Van Dyke Show”

“Nope”

“You’re missing out”

“Well, tell me what to watch and I will”

“Maybe next time we can have movie night at my place?” she offers.

“Like a sleepover with Captain America and Iron Man?” you suggest and she laughs.

“No, it can be just the two of us. And maybe Pietro for a while. He’s too clingy”

“Awww. He’s just a good brother, Wands”

“Speaking of which,” she says, looking at her phone. “He’s here to pick me up”

“So soon?” you look at your phone, realizing it’s half past 12. “Oh, it’s actually late”

There’s a knock at the door and you both stand up.

“Want help cleaning up?” Wanda offers but you take her hand.

“That’s ok. They’ll sleep here and we’ll clean tomorrow”

“No, we won’t” Laura mumbles, stretching. “I’m gonna take your bed, Y/N”

“Awesome” you roll your eyes, knowing you’ll end up sleeping on the couch while Kate and April share her bed.

You open the door and Pietro shouts.

“Seestra!”

“Shhh, Pietro”

It’s too late, your friends are all up and eyeing him.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” April wiggles her eyebrows.

“This is Wanda’s twin brother, Pietro. Don’t harass the poor guy” you plead but he seems to be enjoying himself.

“What? Can’t I come over for next movie night?” he says with that charming accent.

“You sure can,” Laura says, standing behind you.

“Escape before they fight over you” you plead. Wanda laughs and squeezes your hand before letting go.

“I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Yes” you smile, leaning against the door.

“Bye, girls” Wanda waves at your friends.

“Bye, Wanda” they say in unison.

You close the door and lean against it, sighing. Three pairs of eyes are looking directly at you.

“What?” you snap.

“Your kids are gonna be sooooo cute!”

When Monday comes and you don’t see Wanda, you really think nothing of it. She’s probably busy because she has a life and of course, even if you don’t talk about it, you know she’s training to become an Avenger.

You're hesitant to ask Natasha, because she scares the shit out of you, but Pietro doesn’t show his face either and Wanda’s phone is off.

Against all of your survival instincts, you approach the subject when the Russian comes over for her fix of coffee and sweets.

“She’s… training”

“I just want to make sure she’s safe”

“Steve is with them. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her”

“Ok. Thank you for letting me know”

Natasha is about to leave but she goes back to the bar, staring.

“Our lives are… complicated. We’re away for too long. Work calls and ruins plans. It’s hard for us. But also, for the people we love”

“I…”

“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. She’s been through enough”

“I’d never hurt her” you say and she deems it enough, nodding and walking away.

Miss you, Wands.

Wanda stares at the text, unsure on what to answer. She missed you too, she truly did. For gay’s sake, she’s wearing the t-shirt you let her borrow as she prepares for bed.

Steve, Pietro, Sam and her had gone on to a simple mission that quickly turned into a battle.

She was barely able to prevent a bomb from hurting civilians. So much could have gone wrong and Wanda questioned if it was a good idea to drag you into her dangerous world.

Before she can keep on ruminating, she hears a pebble hit her window. Then another one.

Curious, the girl stands up from her bed to open it and looks down, where you’re smiling at her.

“Hi” you say, happy to see she’s back.

“What are you doing here?” she asks with a soft laugh. If she had her doubts, now that she’s seeing you, Wanda’s pretty certain she won’t be able to stay away from you.

“Come down and find out” you whisper, afraid any of the spies living in the Compound will arrest you for trespassing.

“Ok, let me just…” she begins to close the window to go down the stairs.

“No, not like that. Didn’t you tell me you could fly or something?”

“I’m still working on that”

“Half the fun of sneaking out is going out the window. I’ll catch you” you promise. Wanda rolls her eyes and then breathes, trying to focus. You watch in awe as red begins to pour out of her delicate fingers, and she levitates out the window, descending towards you. “God, that’s actually really hot” you mumble, thinking she can’t hear you, but she does. Your words make her lose her focus.

Wanda widens her eyes as she realizes she’s about to fall face first but you run and make sure she lands on top of you.

“I promised I’d catch you” you laugh, your back on the ground. Her gaze softens as you place a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes quickly moving down to your lips.

You both lean forward, but a buzz in your pocket breaks the spell.

“Sorry” you stand up. Your friends are texting you. “Come on, let’s go”

“Where are we going?”

“To a party. Do you feel like it?”

“You’ll stay with me?” she asks and you nod.

“Of course”

“Then let’s go”

Across the parking lot, your friends are waiting in Laura’s car.

“Hit it, Laurie” you open the door for Wanda and slide next to her on the back seat.

“So, what is this party?” Wanda asks as April and Laura are arguing over where to park.

“Sorority thing, girls night”

“You’re in a sorority?”

“No, we just like to go to their parties” Laura winks at her.

“Are we meeting Kate there?” you say, enjoying how Wanda stays close to you.

“No, she said she had a date”

“Looks like she had the guts to ask her crush out, unlike other people”

“Shut it, April” you mumble.

“I’ll let that one slide because your period is in three days”

“Can we please get to the party already?” you say, covering your face with your hands. Wanda laughs next to you.

“This can count as a date, if you want” she says in a whisper, her lips grazing your ear.

“I…” your brain melts, but you’re at the party already and she’s quick to leave the car, smiling mischievously.

It’s exactly what she expected; loud music, girls dancing and red plastic cups with alcohol passing around. Laura and April go to greet some of your friends, while another spots and offers you two cups.

“Do you drink?” you ask Wanda and she shakes her head no.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea”

“Gotcha” you empty her cup on yours and then take her hand, sipping the beer. “Let’s find something for you, then”

The kitchen is equally crowded, but you manage to open the fridge and find some orange soda for Wanda.

“If it’s too much we can leave. Just say the word” you promise as she shakes her head to the beat of the music.

Truth is, she’s flush against you because people keep moving around you. Wanda keeps looking at your lips and you might be a bit out of it from the beer and the noise.

For the second time, you both lean forward and you’re once again interrupted.

“Y/N! What a surprise to see you here” Anna, a girl from your Sociology class shoves Wanda aside and presses her body against yours in an intense hug.

“Annie, hey…” you say nervously, afraid Wanda will send her flying across the room.

“Who’s your friend?”

“Wanda Maximoff” the girl introduces herself, going back to her place next to you.

“Nice to meet you, Wendy”

“It’s Wa…” you correct her but Anna interrupts you.

“Are you up for a game of beer pong? After all, I beat you last time” she winks. You remember perfectly, you were very drunk and couldn’t throw any balls the right way.

“I think we’ll just walk around or dance” you take Wanda’s hand but Anna insists.

“Let’s make a bet. If I win you go on a date with me” the girl looks at you, clearly not giving up.

“Go,” Wanda says suddenly. You turn to look at her, afraid she might be upset. Instead, she’s smiling. “Let her get it out of her system. And if you win, I promise I’ll make it worth it”

Wanda grabs you by the chin to make sure you’re paying attention to her words. You swear she’s hypnotized you with her intense stare.

“Ok”

Luckily, this time you’re not drunk and you manage to hold your ground. You’re 3 to 1, so you’ve only had to drink a cup of beer.

Anna throws a ball and you swear you see a red sparkle. The ball ends up on the floor instead.

“Are you…?” you turn to Wanda and she laughs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Go on, win this thing so I can give you your prize”

The next ball you throw is a double bounce so Anna has to drink two cups. The last one standing is in a corner, the farthest from you.

Laura and April join your side, cheering for you. They’re not particularly fond of Anna and they may have a bet on whether or not Wanda and you are getting together tonight.

“Go, go, go, go” they chant as you prepare to throw the last ball. It feels like an eternity as it travels across the table…

“Yes!” you shout as it falls inside the cup. As you turn to look at Wanda she takes your face in her hands, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss.

“You owe me ten bucks, bitch” Laura shouts at April.

You don’t understand what their words mean, and you don’t care either. There’s nothing in the world but Wanda, her scent, her lips, her hands traveling down to your neck. You break apart, chest heaving and she smiles.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you say and she nods enthusiastically.

“Thought you’d never ask”

Laura throws her keys at you.

“Hurry up, lovebirds. We’ll get an Uber”

Wanda shrieks as you carry her bridal style out of the room, knocking cups and kicking people in your way.

It’s even messier once you make it to your apartment, throwing away the keys and closing the door with a kick. Wanda slips your jacket off your shoulders, hurriedly pulling you by the belt loop of your pants to your bedroom. Your lips remain connected, the kiss turning into something rough and desperate.

“Is that my shirt?” you ask when she throws away her own coat.

“Come and get it” is the reply you get.

You’re sure you’ll pass out with the way her voice sounds, sultry and low. There’s even a hint of the Sokovian accent that she tries so hard to hide.

Finally, you find the way to your bed, and you let her fall on it, while you remove your own shirt and she discards her clothes. By the time you’re done with closing the door and dimming the lights, Wanda is left in only her underwear.

“God, you’re so perfect” you mutter, crawling between her legs. She blushes, but allows you to get closer, holding your head between her hands. “Hi” you say when she keeps staring at you.

“Hi” Wanda bites her lip, drawing attention to her mouth. You follow the action and lean forward, this time kissing her gently. You leave a path of kisses down her neck, between her breasts and her navel when she shudders.

“Киса, you’re making me feel so good” she purrs and your brain turns to mush. You make a mental note to ask her what that word means.

“Wanda? Are you there?” someone screams at the apartment door.

“Oh, no!” the girl straightens her back at the same time you do. There’s a swirl of red magic around you and at the blink of an eye, you fly all the way to the living room.

“Fuck” you say as you land. Next thing you know, Captain America is breaking into your apartment, while Wanda steps into the living room semi naked. Everyone’s screaming while you stay on the floor.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Wanda shrieks as she runs back to the room to put some clothes on.

“You were missing!”

“I wasn’t missing, I was with Y/N!”

They sound like a father and teenage daughter when they argue like that.

“You ok?” Natasha approaches, helping you up. You’re vaguely aware that you’re shirtless, the only thing covering your breasts a red lacy bra. The redhead whistles playfully. “Wanda’s got good taste”

“Nat, don’t flirt with my girlfriend!”

“Girlfriend?” you repeat with a smile.

“Hurry up, we’re leaving” Steve commands.

“Now hold on a second” you stand between him and your bedroom door. “The sneaking around was my idea and I know it was wrong. But Wanda deserves to have a life. Friends, fun… What’s good about saving the world if you can’t enjoy it?”

“Can you put on a shirt?” he mumbles, looking at the ceiling.

“No, I will not. You were breaking and entering, Captain”

“So were you, back at the Compound!” he snaps.

“Come on, Rogers. She’s got a point” Natasha says. “Let the girl live a little”

“Fine. We’ll pick her up in the morning”

“Or, I could drive her back after breakfast” you offer.

“And once you’re there, we will discuss some rules”

“Deal” you offer your hand but Steve keeps looking up.

“Let’s go find Pietro. The other Maximoff runaway” Natasha says, pulling Steve to the exit.

“What about Pietro?” Wanda finally steps out of the bedroom, handing you a t-shirt.

“Yeah, what about him? I’m right here” he walks in, Kate by his side.

“That’s your date?” you point at both of them.

“Oh my God, did you finally get laid?” Kate squeals when she sees you half naked and Pietro gags.

“I did not need to know that about my sister” he turns to Steve and puts a hand over his shoulder. “So, about stealing your motorcycle, you understand it was for a good cause, right?”

“Have fun” Natasha winks and you blush.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wear my noise canceling headphones” Kate promises, retreating back to her room. You’re left alone with Wanda, in the middle of the living room.

“That was something”

“Yeah”

“Come back to bed” she asks with a shy smile, taking your hand.

“Promise not to throw me across the room this time?”

“Yes, Киса”

“Hey, what does that mean?” you say as you walk back to the room.

Wanda turns around, eyeing you seductively.

“Be a good girl for me and I might just tell you”

I heard you like magic

I got a wand and a rabbit

So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky

Let's make this bed get squeaky

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n

176 notes · View notes

lewmagoo · 3 months

Note

Ok giving Bob a bj and it’s maybe your first time doing it or your first few times, either way ur new at it..but you are doing so much, like hands, mouth, almost too much effort…more calculated. Like your hands are moving from balls to dick and lower stomach and over again. Like in an order, And Bob is just “take a breath babe” and he sees how you’re trying all these different things at once and it’s not really working.. until it clicks that you probably googled how to give good head and are trying to do everything at once. He’s definitely flattered that you’d even research this kind of thing..but he looks down at your face and you are more focused on remembering everything than actually enjoying it. He definitely goes on a mission to teach you how to give head without doing what the internet said 😂 Like he looks down at ur face and your expression is just “gotta look doe-eyed but move my hand there and then gotta do that for 10 seconds then move on” like it’s more mechanical than passionate..he’s such a sweetheart like “the internet is full of shit and you don’t need to work that hard”

he could tell you weren't enjoying yourself. you were much too focused on trying to make him feel good, trying to take all of him into your mouth, your hands hastily running over what you couldn't fit. but bob was going to have none of it. "baby, stop," he spoke. immediately, you pulled off of him, your eyes wide and brimming with anxiety. "did i do something wrong?" you asked. bob's face softened, and he reached out, gently stroking his big hand over your jaw. "you're not enjoying yourself, are you?" came his gentle question. at that, your brow furrowed in confusion. "i...i'm trying to make you feel good, not me," you replied.

he shook his head. "If you're not enjoying it, there's no point." he pulled you up so that you were sitting in his lap. "when i eat your pretty little pussy, i get so much pleasure out of it. i love tasting you, i love the sounds you make. i love watching you squirm. you should enjoy what you're doing, otherwise there's no point. i don't want you stressing yourself out trying to be perfect at sucking me off," he explained softly. you sighed, letting your head rest upon his shoulder. "i was just trying out all these tips i read online. i guess they don't work."

he guided your head back up so you'd look at him. "you don't need to go on the internet for that stuff. let me guide you, sweet girl. i'll show ya how to make me feel good." at that, you nodded. "okay. guess i should have asked you first instead of going to google," you said. bob smiled, fingers tapping lovingly at your nose. "you wanna start again, or do you wanna try another time?" you considered his words before you shyly said, "wanna start again." he hummed in agreement, and then guided you down to your knees again. you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to sink back into that pleasurable headspace.

bob carefully instructed you on how to start again, and you began to mouth at his cock, kissing down the shaft before you wrapped your lips around the pink, shimmering head. "that's it, honey, nice and slow. don't take too much yet, just take as much as you're comfortable with. there you go. good girl." his praise was constant as you became more sure of yourself, and soon, you were made privy to his breathless sounds of pleasure and need, and it only spurred you on. you did your best, and listened to his instruction, and when his spend spilled into your mouth a while later, you couldn't help but beam with pride at the sight of him so fucked out above you. "made me feel so good, darlin'. love you so much."

#asks #bob musings #bob floyd x reader

59 notes · View notes

shojoisms · 2 years

Text

ft. suna, Osamu, and kita.

+cw: fem!reader, vaginal penetration, creampies, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, slight teasing, size kink, riding, face sitting, pet names used (bun, darlin’, sweetheart.) not beta’d or edited.

+a/n: havin some thots about men who talk you through your orgasm.. and I think my top 3 contenders (yes this is bias.)

+ Rintaro Suna

Suna, Suna’s so smug — watching you come undone on his cock as he thrusts into you from below, his strong arms holding your limp body preventing you from falling.

“Look at me, bun,” Suna’s voice is raspy, his large hands grip at your waist harshly as he lifts you up effortlessly before slamming you back down on his cock.

You can’t even comprehend what he’s saying, so fucked out and mind so far gone as his thick, long cock stretches you out — making you feel oh so fucking full.

“Gonna cum, right bun,” Suna grits through his teeth, the hold he has on your body gets tighter as he feels you clench and squeeze around him for the umpteenth time — you’re closing your eyes, the tip of his dick hitting your sweetest spots.

You nearly choke on a moan when he brings a hand between your thighs — rubbing at your swollen clit. “I know you’re gonna cum, can feel you trying to break my dick off,” he’s right, you’re close, the added sensation’s making too hard to hold on any longer.

“It’s ok, let go for me,” and you do, your walls fluttering for a final time as you chant Suna’s name like a prayer before going slack against his body.

“So good for me,” he says, wrapping his arms around you before going in for a kiss.

+ Osamu Miya

“Atta girl,” Osamu’s voice is low, as he hunches over you — pressing the entirety of his weight upon your body while he whispers into your ear. “Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well,” he groans, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“Samu, Samu,” you cry, his cock hitting that special spot inside of you that nearly has you seeing white — and as soon as Samu feels you clench around him, he lets out a sharp breath. Taking a mental note to hit it again.

“Gonna cum?”

You can’t even find the words to respond, shaking your head rapidly as your body writhes and shakes in pleasure, a soft chuckle leaves Osamu’s lips — seeing you like this has his balls tightening and his cock stirring in your cunt.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” pressing a soft kiss upon the back of your neck — his shifts his hips, making sure he hits your most sensitive spot with precision, the sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard through out the entire room. “Think ya earned it,”

Your walls flutter around him, constricting and squeezing so damn hard that he thinks you’re gonna snap his cock in two — but that doesn’t stop him, his hips stilling rutting into yours as he tells you how good you’re doing while he pounds into you from behind.

His pace starts to slow down as he relishes in the way your cunt threatens to milk him for all he has, even when your unable to keep yourself up — nearly collapsing onto the mattress, he doesn’t stop, rocking into you gently as he supports your body with one arm wrapped around your waist while the others pressed against the bed.

+ Shinsuke Kita

Kita looks so pretty laying underneath you, his face buried into your cunt as you sit on his face — you were embarrassed at first when he had brought up the idea, with a straight face no doubt. But after some convincing and some sweet talking he managed to get what he want.

“Ya taste so good, ya know that,” Kita hums, licking another stripe into your cunt, his tongue delving between your folds collecting all your slick while his nose occasionally bumps against your clit. “Best I’ve ever had, matter a’ fact.”

“Shin,” you whine, hands finding themselves placed upon his head as you stroke his silver locks with your fingers, “s’close,”

He hums, the vibrations shaking you right down to your core and you gasp when you feel his hands cup your plush ass, a firm grip on your cheeks as he guides you back and forth on his face.

Kita’s tongue felt so good inside you, as he flicked it in and out of your hole, of course he knew you were close —- he could tell by the way your thighs quivered around him, and it’s not like he could feel your walls fluttering.

“Yer doing so well, ya know that” his whispers into your cunt, “come on, darlin’. Yer almost there,”

Your orgasm hit hard, nearly causing you to collapse on top of Kita — thank god you were able to catch yourself. Rolling off of your lover, you turn to him and he looks as happy as ever while he’s licking your essence off his mouth.

“Let’s try that again.”

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu imagines #kita shinsuke x reader #haikyu x reader smut #kita shinsuke x reader smut #kita smut #suna smut #rintaro suna smut #Osamu smut #osamu x reader smut #hq headcanons #Osamu miya smut

908 notes · View notes

in3rci4 · 13 days

Note

maybe you could do TBP boys x GN reader who is always serious and calm and doesn't have the habit of smiling, smiling for the first time

Thank you for the request and for giving an idea too 😊🥹 ! I appreciate it , hope it's not too bad ❤️‍🩹

" And then they smiled , that's what i'm after . A smile on their eyes , the sound of their laugher"

The title comes from a small piece of the lyrics of the song " Drift away" from Steven Universe

Prompt : The Black Phone boys reaction at the reader who's always serious and calm , smile and laugh for the first time

Characters included: Vance Hopper , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter , Robin Arellano , Griffin Stagg , Finney Blake

WARNINGS !! : Character x reader content , no use of y/n , idk what else to say , Gn ! Reader , Reader might have some backstory I guess ¿? maybe a mix of Fluff and Angst ¿? Some gonna be shorter than others

Vance Hopper

You two knew each other for some time now , you were home schooled not so long ago so you didn't had an idea of Pin Ball Vance Hopper reputation . The moment the teacher assigned the both of you for a project , you weren't walking on eggshells like everybody else did with him while talking , you didn't expect anything from him , for you , Vance was just ... Vance . That's the exact reason why you befriend him in no time , your non judgmental personality , and you were completely unaware he wasn't like this with anyone , anyone but you . Even if your words were nice and honest he noticed how cautious you were with your movements and expressions , he thought it was weird at first , your voice didn't matched with the look in your face in his opinion , but Vance got used to it pretty quick , he's not a smiley guy either , he was ... A little more grumpy person than you . Just like usual , in the weekend you would stay by his side watching him play his Pin Ball game , and also making sure he didn't beat anyone if anything went wrong with it , but those are details . You got hungry and decided to buy Mrs Ellen a small snack bag , when you went back to the side of the machine ( not too close to possibly bump it though ) he started to get close to beating his high score . You gasped in excitement and then he heard the sound of the machine saving his new record on the top of it . Vance let go of the arcade game machine and started to shake you excited as well by your arms , you doing the exact same thing with the snack bag still in your hands

" You did it Vance , you finally beat your high score !"

You said with a smile while laughing of enjoyment

" See !? Told ya , told ya I would fucking beat that shit , didn't I !? "

You kept laughing and smiling from the happiness of had seen it happening after so long , so many failed tries were worth for this day to happen . Vance in the other hand stopped moving your body to stare at you instead .

You were smiling , smiling in a genuine , happy and .... He would say in a beautiful way too . Is this how you look like when you're happy ? The real you ?

Maybe he should try to get you to smile more often .

Confused about the sudden change of attitude you asked him with a small giggle

" Vance , are you ok ? "

Yes , he would be ok , as long as you are with him for a little longer like this .

Bruce Yamada

He was a popular and loved guy , he didn't had trouble hanging with almost everybody in school, and Bruce didn't have to do any effort in finding someone to date either . And yet , a particular classmate of his , you , was the one that had all his attention . A person that minded their own business and never had smile in front of anybody before , and still looks like a magazine model .

Bruce wanted to get close to you for years , but he never had the opportunity , ironically , he never had the courage to go straight at you and tell how good looking you are , you look so serious that you kinda scared him , but not enough to stop liking you .

The biology teacher didn't had a clue how happy he made Bruce the day he paired you and him in a project for the science , finally he could have his opportunity , his chance with you . Dying of anxiety inside like his first baseball game , he asked you

" Hey , I know we never talked before and stuff , but would you like to stop at my house tomorrow to speed up things ? For the project , you know ? Maybe we could go out somewhere in the weekend if everything goes well "

Looking into his eyes and with suspicion in yours you asked as well

" As a date ?"

He wasn't expecting you to be straightforward as well , so he fidget with his fingers a little and with a nervous yet bright smile he said

" Yeah , I mean , if you want to of course "

The recess bell rang and everybody stood up to be free again , you grabbed your book and walked towards the door , but before you leave you said looking at him

" it's a date then "

With a smile that could've killed Bruce if he didn't want to stay alive to see you tomorrow , God bless the biology teachers man .

Billy Showalter

His dog Harper was Billy's loyal companion , a very well behaved girl too , never biting things that she shouldn't , no barking unless there's danger or she's commanded to , not jumping into people in excitement , in general , a really good girl . The mornings delivering News Papers are much better with her by his side , at that hour people are still processing their awakening and there's little people on the street , but the ones that are outside never got a complain about her , in fact , they usually want to ask for permission to pet her instead . Lately someone that he seen outside at early morning was you , sometimes with groceries in your hand , sometimes only walking by yourself . You were one of Billy's classmate , but he doesn't talk with anybody in it , at least not anymore , and you were no exception . Sometimes he founds himself staring at you and then snapping out of it , trying to ignore whatever feeling he had to do such thing , but something about you , that mysterious unexpressive charm , the stern look in your eyes , is something that he can't quite describe with words and is afraid of digging for a definition in his mind . Unfortunately for this boy one of those mornings you decided to walk your rescued male dog and Harper for the first time ran away towards the dog to meet him , both with waggy happy tails sniffing each other . Billy stops his bike at a mailbox and runs towards her , to you

" Harper ! Harper ! I'm Sorry , she's never like that , I don't know what's up with her "

The female dog comes close to you waiting to be petted , and you were more than happy to give her what she wanted

" it's ok , she's a really good girl , she just wanted to meet the new handsome boy here "

Billy knew you were referring about your dog , but his stupid brain still made his cheeks burn from the blush , why's he's being like this ?

Harper licks your hand and you giggle from the tickle feeling in your palm , you smile , and he smiles too . More pleased about the morning you said

" You want me to walk with you while you deliver your papers ? Then we can both take the dogs for a walk "

Something more mysterious about you was how quickly you made Billy accepted the fact once for all about his crush about you , maybe the moment your face light up with your smile enchanted him

" Yeah , I don't mind , Harper hasn't seen that many dogs around anyway "

Harper always helping him in the simple things , she's for sure getting a special treat today after you're gone .

Robin Arellano

He may not seem like that , but he's a person with a good memory and remembers a bunch of people even they don't remember him ( Difficult to say since almost everybody in school knows his name ) . He remembers you from elementary school , Robin thought you were the cute one of the class , although his classmates prefer to call you the " quiet " one . He noticed how you never changed , always focusing on your studies and never smiling , not even for the photos , not even for politeness , always keeping your expressions neutral and seriousness in your way of acting .

Life crossed your paths the day a bully that didn't find his victim who didn't showed up in school decided to go after you instead , poor choice of decision , because Robin did , he showed up , and beat him up .

After he was done , he walked on his way to the boy's bathroom , but you stopped him , and Robin was deep down afraid he messed up things instead of making them better between both of you

" Robin ! "

Trying to keep his cool when he hears your voice behind him , he turns around and responds

" yeah ?"

Without finding more words to describe your gratitude , you kept it simple and said with a gentle smile

" Thank you "

Yes ! He did impressed you ! It was all damn worth it !

" No problem "

Robin walked again feeling like the main character of an action movie , and you smiled at him too ? You ? The good looking and serious you ? Nah he ain't forgetting this day for nothing !

Finney Blake

This year he wasn't sitting alone on the back on the class , well , he was still on the back on the class , but he was sharing his desk this time , with you . Finney had to admit it was hella awkward , I mean , he can't complain that much since it could be worse or Finney himself is too much of a shy guy to start a conversation or keep it on with a stranger . You , his desk mate , never talked to him , not even once , and your cold serious personality didn't make things easier , the two of you introverts , teachers never had to complain about the noise that you guys could make in class . A regular day in math class the teacher talked about the possibility of numbers being negative and being under the 0 , this got the interest of the students because it was something relatively new so far .

Finney murmured to himself casually

" Damn , not even numbers can't stay positive "

It was a bad joke ? Yes , but it was so unexpected he stole a snort and giggle from you , you had to shut yourself up with your hand or else more laughing would be heard by the teacher .

In Finney's opinion it was a terrible one , he's not even that funny , he was surprised yet amused at your sudden change of expression . Maybe he could push his a little further ?

" I guess we can't be negative if we just started "

You stopped from escaping a laugh from your mouth once again , maybe Finney couldn't see your complete smile , but your half closed happy eyes got his ego fly over the roof .

They say " stay with the one that makes you laugh "

So don't worry , laugh all you want from now on , he's good at math anyway , he can always teach you if you got too distracted for him .

Not like Finney minds your company at all .

Griffin Stagg

The day he saw you smile after 2 years of watching you keeping your face as unexpressed as possible , was the day a older group of bullies bumped into him , and God , he was so fine with being invisible for other students and not dealing with being a punch bag , that he tried to run away before they could do anything . Stronger and experts on making kid's lives hell , they grabbed his shirt and started to mock him and test him in front of everybody in the cafeteria . Griffin didn't say anything , he couldn't , or else it would be worse , he knows that like the back of his hand . 3 tall dudes , 1 grabbing his shirt , 2 grabbing each of the boy's arms , it seemed like everything was lost , but you pulled up the one in front of Griffin by the shirt and tucked him to the ground . The two boys left pushed Griffin to the ground as well , and went straight to attack you .

But you dodge all of them easily .

After giving the whole cafeteria a show to watch , the boys got up and swore that it wasn't over , but you couldn't care less . You walked towards Griffin and offered him your hand , he stays still without knowing what to say or do more than stare in confusion , until he spoke

" Thank you ... For helping me "

With a big bright smile that didn't fit someone like you , so serious and capable of defeating 3 guys , you responded

" It's nothing , now get up Griff "

Griff ? No one has called him like that before . But , it doesn't sound bad , right ? He kinda likes the nickname .

#the black phone #tbp headcanons #tbp fandom #tbp #the black phone x reader #finney blake #bruce yamada #billy showalter #griffin stagg #robin arellano #vance hopper #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #vance hopper x reader #billy showalter x reader #tbp griffin #bruce yamada x reader

40 notes · View notes