╰┈➤ "what?" smoke called out to you as he turned around. "you heard me" you tried your best not to seem intimidated by his sudden drop of tone as you stood in the middle of the room with your arm folded over your plump chest. "mama, don't start wit me" he replied chuckling as he walked passed you to the bedroom door, walking out and heading towards the bathroom. "i'm tired, okay? nigga been at work at since 6 this morning i don't have time to fight with you right now" he sighed.
"this the shit i be talking about" you "sneered" as you followed him into the bathroom. "what "shit" baby? i swear you always trying to argue cause you bored as fuck in this house, go get a hobby or sum" he huffed. "YOU! you're always walking away from everything like why can't you just handle the problem at hand?" you snapped, almost laughing as he looked at you like you were crazy.
" i know good in well you ain't just yell at me y/n....you getting beside yourself" he pointed a finger at you with a bitter chuckle. "i've always been like this babes, you just late to the party" you rolled your eyes.
he continued to stare at you as you can visibly see his patience for you is wearing thin as time passes. your words are finally breaking him and it's quite exciting as you felt moisture start to form downwards. you tried crossing your legs subtly but smoke caught onto it quick as he smirked before turning towards the shower and twisting the nob.
he did everything so silently after that and it honestly made you even more wet with a bit of nervousness as well. every time he does quiet like this, you know your legs aren't gonna be usable.
"you know what," he finally announced after the deadly silence. "i got something for you" he simply stated with no further explanation. you gulped as you built up the courage to point at him some more. "well, it's the least you can with that LITTLE dick of yours" you made sure to empathize the one word that would get him irritated.
your heart began to speed up as you anticipated for his reaction. smoke stopped what he was doing and turned towards you with furrowed eyebrows. "matter fact, stay in here and take off them clothes" he sternly asked as his jaw clenched.
you stood there stuck for a moment not knowing if you should listen to him or keep playing the game that you started. to be honest you were terrified for what treatment you're about to receive from your "attitude" towards him. "did you not hear what i just said woman? am i muted? are you deaf?" he questioned as he marched up towards you. "n-no" you shamelessly stuttered.
"then get yo ass out of them clothes and get in the shower wit me, aight?" he stared deep in your soul before huffing, turning around and started to take his clothes off one by one. you nervously shook as you reached for your top and slowly lifted it off your body.
soon, your bra was next, then your shorts, then your underwear went you were hesitant to take off due to your wetness making itself known as the slimy substance clung onto the fabric and your perfectly shaved pussy.
you subconsciously crossed your arms over your body as you watched him get into the shower. his manly back muscles were making themselves known. you took a deep breath before getting in after him. he didn't say anything to you as he used the body wash and loofa to clean his body.
you grabbed your own loofa and started to shower as well. a few minutes passed by and you were still nervous. him standing here with his back turned towards you under the shower as the water dripped down from his hair down to his brown skin.
he soon turned towards you, grabbed ahold of your waist with force as you slightly yelped in shock from the sudden aggression. "babe, my hair will get wet" you silently told him. "you think i care?" he rebutted, trailing his hands down from your waist to your hips before stopping at your ass to give you a harsh slap and soon turned you around forcefully.
you held onto the wall for support, you figured he wanted to fuck you in a certain position so you intentionally backed your ass up on him. "look at you, waiting to be fucked like the ho you is" he slapped your ass again watching as it jiggled from the force causing you to moan at the feeling. you can feel your slick trickle down your thighs.
"elijah, baby put it in" you whined backing your ass up on him again. "stop" he held onto your hips, forcing an arch in your back. "wasn't you just mad at me? huh? now you want this dick?" he grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip up and down between your folds.
you moaned quite loudly as he dipped it into your hole a bit. his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip as he continued his torture. his dick getting wetter and wetter from your slick coating it. "wasn't you just saying how small my dick and now you aching for it?" he said in disbelief.
"i-i was joking baby please put it in, i need you" you cried out. "oh you was joking? yea let's see if it's a joke now" he remarked, plunging his dick into your hole using the hand that once held it towards your neck and began thrusting at a fast pace. your body jolted at each thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned out his name.
"elijah~ you feel so good daddy" you whimpered as tried to keep your balance from his harsh thrusts. "yeah? i thought my dick was small though, you sure is taking it like a good ass slut" he grunted watching his dick disappear in and out of your hole. you bit your lip, pushing your ass onto him to meet his thrusts. soon your stomach began to tighten as you felt like you were about to cum.
"i-im about t-to cum~" you whimpered out. "yeah? do it slut" he slapped your ass and held tighter on your neck as tears began to pour down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. with a few more of his thrust you're fluids soon coated his dick as he continued to thrust into you making the substance form a ring around his veiny dick.
he pulled out just as he was about to cum as well. you tried catching your breath from the intense act that was taking place. "nah, we ain't done yet....get on them knees" he ordered. you weakly got onto your knees infront of him. "go ahead and suck it" you stared up at him before using both your hands to grab his dick.
you gave kitty licks to the tip before twirling your tongue around the slit, tasting his pre cum. he moaned as you finally placed his dick into your mouth. the warmth of you mouth caused him to roll his head back as he grabbed ahold of the back of your neck.
you bobbed your head up and down whilst using your hands to stroke the rest of his inches that didn't fit in your mouth. "fuck, keep sucking it like that" he moaned biting his lip. you looked at him through hooded eyes as you hallowed your cheeks and attempting to deep throat him.
he placed his hand that wasn't behind your neck onto ye wall to balance him as he felt light headed from the pleasure he was receiving. "i fucking love you, girl" you rolled his head back down to look at you. you fluttered your eyelashes as your slob coated his dick causing it to drip down your chin and his shaft. "you love me?" he questioned, his grip on your next tightening. you hummed.
"i want a verbal answer" he pulled you off. "yes, baby i love you so fucking much, you fuck me so good" you whined out as he only smirked before forcing you back onto his dick, throat fucking you. "that's what i like to hear" he grunted. you can feel his dick soon swelling up as his abused your throat. "shit, im boutta cum" he sped up his pace as your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to trickle down your face. your hands held onto his thighs for support.
a few more throats and his cum was soon shooting down your esophagus. the warm substance filled your mouth as you tried your best to swallow all of it. half it dripping down the sides of your mouth and onto the showers floor.
smoke chest heaved up and down heavily as he tried catching his breath. you pulled away from his dick and wiped your mouth before standing up with your weakened legs as if they weren't already weak from the last sex session.
"come here" he softly spoked. you leaned towards him as he gripped your chin and kissed you sloppily, adding tongue to taste you. you moaned into his mouth wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
smoke was the first to pull back as long strip of saliva connected between you two began to thin the more he backed up. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" he asked as he grabbed his loaf again. you only nodded unable to speak, too scared that your voice would be gone.
after taking your second bath, you both laid down in bed with smoke massaging your feet as you two watched tv. "so, what was all that attitude about huh? you just wanted some dick or?" he broker the relaxing silence. "no, babe it was supposed to be a prank that i decided to play on you" you tried to laugh but your throat hurting wouldn't let you. now it was time for smoke to laugh.
"see? that's what you get for playing with me mama" he laughed as you squinted your eyes at him. "it's not funny, nobody told you to literally abuse my throat" you rolled your eyes. "man, you had it coming you know you liked it" he scoffed.
"so what if i didn't? what you gon do" you pushed your finger into the side of his temple. he only shook his head. "you know, you just can't stop huh? you like to get ruined" he smiled. his gold grills making themselves known. "yea but seeing you angry gets my wet so i can get whatever i want from you" you smugly replied.
“yea, you and my momma the only women i'll ever let get on my nerves" he stated. "yea, we better the only ones until we get a little me running around here" you smiled sweetly before kissing his lips slowly but passionately, biting his bottom lip.
"ouuuu girl what you tryna get into" he joked as he grabbed your waist, wrapping his arms sound around it before placing his head into your neck and started kissing your neck. you giggled as you tried pushing him off of you you wrapped your leg around his hip as you enjoyed the affection.
elias “stack” moore will definitely fuck you with his nice tailored suit on. you’re down for a quicky? he’s telling you, “well what you waiting for darling? bend that ass over”. with that silky smooth southern twang in his voice and a smirk that flashes his gold slugs.
elias “stack” moore is someone who prides himself on looks and fashion, in his eyes he’s the best looking nigga that came out of the delta—and he’ll continue to keep that image. but if his ole lady wants to pop a seat on his thigh and ruin his slacks with her sweet cream he can’t say no.
elias “stack” moore is a freaky ass nigga, we all know that. so it’s not a surprise when he’s at his usual spot where he gets his suits, touching different fabric to pick out so you can rub that pretty pussy all over it. “boss man, let me get this one. the missus would like this right here. hurry up ‘n get me fitted too.”
elias “stack” moore sometimes gets frustrated with how many layers are on his body. especially when he’s in a rush to get between your thighs. “fuck this shirt too damn complicated—you just stay right there sweetheart, daddy’s coming.” he’ll tell you while fiddling with the small buttons on his collared shirt.
Summary: The adventures of Smoke and his wild and carefree, younger girlfriend.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), unprotected sex (m/f), dirty talk, use of sex toys, overstimulation, spanking, bondage, mentions of creampie, harassment, misogyny (not Smoke though).
Lovergirlnote: This came out way longer than I expected y’all lol, but honestly I was having so much fun writing it. To all my fellow young hoes, this one is for y’all. Let me know what you think!🥹♥️
From the book of young hoe: Thou shan’t wear a coat if it doesn’t match the fit.
When most people met Smoke, they automatically assumed that they knew what type of woman he would gravitate towards. When they envisioned Smoke’s significant other, they pictured a woman who was modest, quiet, and poised. What they weren’t expecting was you.
Now, no one would ever step to Smoke and openly say anything unkind about you. Not unless they wanted to be packed up like a can of sardines. Because one thing Smoke didn’t play about was you.
Smoke meets you at the gas station of all places. He notices you almost immediately. It’s really hard not to notice you in your short dress that clings to your curves like it’s painted on, or the loud clacking from your heels that are definitely a safety hazard.
Or maybe it’s the warm and sweet vanilla perfume that wafts past his nose and lingers in the aisle as you pick up snacks. Smoke assumes that you must be coming back from a night out based on how you look. Your movements are a bit sluggish, but still graceful as you pick up a bag of Hot Cheetos.
You seemingly don’t pay attention to any of the patrons inside the gas station, whose eyes follow you like bugs to a porch light. You blow large bubbles with the gum in your mouth before popping it to repeat the cycle.
Smoke hates the way that his body instantly reacts to feeling your presence behind him. Your scent overwhelms his senses like you’re imprinting yourself into every atom of his being.
He spares a glance at you once he pays for his things. He finds that you’re already staring at him with a pretty smile and mischievous eyes. You wave your pretty manicured hand at him before stepping up to the counter. Smoke chuckles lowly before waving back to you and heading outside to pump his gas.
You slide the snacks across the counter as you smile flirtatiously at the associate, “Azim, how you doing, baby?”
Azim blushes under your gaze, “I’m doing good, my darling. Was it a good night out?”
“It was amazing, my girls and I danced all night. Free drinks too,” you reply, blowing another bubble.
Azim starts bagging up your items before peeking back up at you, “I’m glad to hear you had such a good time. Anything else you need, my dear?”
“Let me get $20 on pump five.”
Azim types the amount in the register before giving you your total, “That’ll be $21.00, my love.”
You smile at him, “Azim, I know you’re undercharging me.”
Azim waves you off with a soft chuckle, “You know you’re one of my favorite customers. I have to take care of you. Family discount.”
You tap your card on the reader before smiling and blowing a kiss to Azim, “You’re the best, Azim. Let me know when your wife is making some more of that baklava, so I can come through.”
“I’ll have her make you a special batch. Come by on Sunday,” Azim calls out to you. You reply with a quick ‘thank you’ before walking out to your car. You spot Smoke standing at his car, pumping gas, along with a few other guys who are crowded around one car.
Truthfully, Smoke could’ve been done pumping his gas, but he chose to pump slower in hopes of catching you coming out of the store.
You open the door to your car to throw the snack bag on the seat before moving to start pumping your gas. It’s not lost on Smoke how cold it is outside, and you, in your tiny dress, don’t even seem to be phased by it.
In fact, you keep pumping your gas and blowing bubbles like everything is copacetic.
Unfortunately, Smoke’s not the only one who notices how pretty you look tonight. The guys surrounding the car all wolf-whistle and make noise as they catch you passing by. Smoke can see the predatory look in their eyes as they drink in your appearance.
His body immediately goes into protector mode. Feeling bold, one of the guys starts to yell out in your direction, “Aye ma! Aye ma! Lemme holla’ at you!”
You roll your eyes and keep pumping your gas. You chose to ignore the ignorant man, who clearly doesn’t have any home training.
It appears that audacity is on sale as the man yells out to you again, “Aye, girl! I know you hear me talking to you!”
Still, no response from you.
“Well, fuck you too then, you stuck up bitch!”
Smoke doesn’t know whose head snaps over quicker—his or yours. He can see the anger filling your pretty face as you finally stop chewing your gum.
“Boy, if you don’t get the fuck out of my face with them cheap ass clothes and that fake-ass Cuban link. Wanna-be-rap-ass nigga,” you yell back. Smoke and all of the other men are stunned momentarily by the ruthlessness of your words.
The wanna be who you just insulted doesn’t take the lashing well. Smoke catches the ugly expression that overtakes the man’s face as he moves around the car to start making his way to you. His homeboys have enough sense to try to stop him, but he roughly shrugs them off.
Just as he’s about to make his way to you, Smoke stands directly in his path. The older man squares his shoulders and glares down at the younger man. The height difference, combined with Smoke’s quiet disposition, creates a sense of unease in the young man’s demeanor.
“Nah, don’t get shy now. Whatchu’ was planning on doing, young buck? You thought you were about to put your hands on her?” Smoke questions, stepping up to crowd the boy’s space.
The man in question opens his mouth to start stuttering. Smoke frowns, “Nah, don’t start stuttering on me now, boy. Tell me whatchu’ was planning. You wanna act bad in front of your boys, so let’s talk man to man. You wanna press her? Nah, you press me now, nigga.”
The man swallows harshly as Smoke can see the tremors racking through his body as he finally starts to recognize Smoke.
He holds his hands up, “S-Smoke, I ain’t meant nothin’ by it, man.”
“You ain’t mean nothing by it? Seems like you had your mind set before I stepped in front of you. You wanted to be a man when you were about to put your hands on her, but you ain’t a man now that I’m in front of you.” Smoke steps forward so the only thing that the young man can feel is his presence.
He lowers his voice, “You listen to me, and I want you to listen real good because I don’t repeat myself. You ever talk to a woman like that or approach her like that again, ima beat yo’ ass as yo daddy should’ve. If I see you planning on pressin’ another woman, I’ll break every bone in your fuckin’ body and have you sippin’ on yogurt for the rest of your life. Don’t get yourself put on a t-shirt, boy. I’m sure Ms. Coretta ain’t prepared to put you in a casket. We clear?”
The young man is now openly shaking as he sees the darkness in Smoke’s eyes. It’s like he’s looking at something inhuman. He nods his head, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Smoke,” He responds, fear lacing the edge of his tone.
Smoke nods, “Now, I believe you owe her an apology.”
The boy looks in your direction, “I’m sorry, Miss. It won’t happen again.”
Smoke looks at him again, “Now, get the fuck out of here.” The young man scurries away with his homeboys in tow. Anyone in town knows that the Smokestack twins are the last men that you want to have beef with.
Smoke turns to you before walking over. You blow a bubble before popping it, “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”
Smoke smirks, “Yes, I did. What were you planning on doing if I hadn’t stepped in or been around?”
You shrug, “I was planning on getting him with this bear mace.”
Smoke lifts his eyebrows, “You know that’s illegal.”
You blow another bubble. Pop! “So is harassment, but these niggas act like the First Amendment entitles them to a response from me.” Smoke chuckles in response.
You look at him, “So it’s Smoke, I reckon?”
He nods, “S’just a nickname. My real name is Elijah.” You hum while still chewing on your gum. You’d vaguely heard of the Smokestack twins. Anybody this side of the Delta had heard about the two men, but you rarely paid attention when people would go into detail about them.
You only cared for gossip when it was something that intrigued you. Two men who put fear in the hearts of men in the South didn’t intrigue you. Yet, with Smoke standing in front of you, smelling like a grown man, you were now thoroughly intrigued. It didn’t help the fact that he was fine in a way that gave 90s.
Smoke catches your hand on the gas pump, “Let me finish pumping your gas for you. It’s freezing out here.”
You step to the side and let Smoke take over. Who were you to deny the services of a man being courteous to you? Smoke takes a moment to look at you up close.
You smile before leaning on your car, “You wanted to pump my gas so you could stare at me?”
“M’just wondering where your jacket is,” Smoke comments.
“At home, it didn’t go with my outfit,” you respond as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“So catching pneumonia in the ass is worth the fit?”
“Yep, you haven’t ever heard the saying ‘fashion is sacrifice’?”
Smoke chuckles, “Can’t say I have. Now, would you pretty please go sit in the car while I finish pumping your gas?”
You roll your eyes before smacking your glossed lips, “Fine, since you’re so worried that I’ll turn into a popsicle.” You open your door before sliding into the seat. From his view, Smoke can see you typing on your phone. He finishes pumping your gas and places the gas pump back on the handle.
He closes the cap as you turn on your car. You roll down the window just as Smoke steps closer to lean down. You flash another pretty smile at him, “Thank you again for your help, Mr. Smoke.”
“Just Smoke for you, sugar. Or Elijah. Whichever you prefer.”
“Hmm..I guess I’ll call you, Elijah, then,” You said, still chewing on your gum. There’s a beat of silence that’s filled with your soft chewing and music from your radio.
You lean closer to him, “Are you going to ask for my number now?”
“You know I’m too old for you, right?”
You blow another big bubble and pop it, “So? I like my men a little seasoned. Just hand me your phone.” Smoke slides his phone from his pocket and unlocks it. You start typing your number in before calling yourself. You save his contact and slide his phone back into his hand.
“Do you always give your number away at the gas station?” Smoke questions.
“I give my fake number out all the time. You should feel lucky that you have my real number,” You respond, flashing another cute smile at him. Smoke admires the way that the light dances across your skin and the faint glitter that he assumes is from some lotion.
“Consider me honored. Drive safely and let me know when you make it home,” Smoke states, looking you straight in the eye.
You smack your lips, “You checking for me already, old man?”
“I’d just feel a lot better knowing that you got home safely.”
“I’ll text you then, Elijah.” With that, you smile before rolling your window up. You drive out of the parking lot with Smoke watching your car.
He enters his own car and sets off to go home.
Later in the night, when he makes it home and showers, he’s lying in bed, and he hates to admit that he’s waiting for the text from you. Finally, his phone vibrates in his hand, and he sees your name appear on the screen.
You
*image attached*
I made it home safely
Smoke eyes the picture for far longer than he’ll ever admit. His gaze scans across your baby blue pajamas and the matching bonnet. A cute smile graces your lips as you snap the picture.
Elijah
Let me take you out tomorrow for brunch.
You
Straight to the point, I like you.
I guess I can clear some time in my very busy schedule for you😉
Elijah
I promise it’ll be worth it.
You
It better be. I’m not afraid to leave you at the table by yourself.
From that moment, you became Smoke’s old lady, and everybody knew not to cross you unless they wanted him on their necks.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt take the clothes from the dryer and put it in a pile; you’ll get to it later
The age difference between you and Smoke takes a little bit to get used to on both of your ends, but honestly, it’s not that big of a deal. In fact, you keep Smoke on his toes every day that you’re together. It’s within the second month of your relationship that he learns that you’re a “young ho” as you had so affectionately put it.
“Why you calling yourself a hoe?” He asked, a frown covering his handsome face.
You roll your eyes, “It’s not like that, Elijah. It’s more of a reclamation of a word for a positive cause.”
“What I tell you about rolling your eyes?”
You resisted the urge to do it again. The last time that you’d rolled your eyes at Smoke, he’d turnt you every way but loose in the bedroom.
He chose not to elaborate on your new self-proclaimed title. He learned very early in your relationship that you were a real stubborn brat when you wanted to be. He liked to play the part of annoyed, but inwardly, he loved how much you tested his patience.
Smoke was one of those guys who had a real strict program, and that program was applied to you, but he often let you off scot free most of the time. Stack would even fuss at him because of how spoiled Smoke had you.
The next day, Stack and Smoke are sitting at the kitchen table together while you’re vacuuming in the living room. You cut the vacuum off, and Smoke expects you to walk up to the wall to take the cord out.
But you don’t. Because young hoes don’t do that. Instead, you grip the cord and rip it out of the socket before dragging the piece over to you.
Smoke and Stack both watch you.
“Aye, why didn’t you just go pull it out?” Stack asks.
You smack your lips, “Why would I make all of those unnecessary steps when I can just do it my way?” You wrap the cord up and hook it onto the vacuum before leaving the living room.
Stack turns to Smoke, “You would end up with a young hoe.”
“So you know about it too?”
“Yeah, it’s this new thing on Twitter and TikTok. Girls talking about stuff that young hoes typically do. Her ripping that cord out of the wall was a prime example.”
Smoke does typically watch you. It’s a habit, really, but now, he watches you closer for your young hoe habits.
He comes over to your house on a Sunday and finds that you’re finishing up your laundry. You grab the warm clothes from the dryer in one big swoop and deposit them on the chair in the corner of your room. Smoke watches as you walk away without folding the clothes.
“Baby, you just gone leave them right there?” He questions, looking between you and the pile.
“Yes, Papa Bear, I’ll fold them later,” you respond. He wants to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust that you’ll fold them, but he has to keep an eye on you.
Turns out, he should’ve let the doubt win.
When he comes back over the following day, the clothes are still sitting in the chair. Wordlessly, he goes over to the pile to start folding the clothes into neat sections for you. He even goes the extra mile to place them in their appropriate places.
You give him a surprised look when you come into the room, “Aww, Papa Bear, you didn’t have to do that.” You press a big kiss against his lips, your lip gloss staining his lips, but quite frankly, he loves the sensation.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Smoke is able to catch more of your young hoe antics when it comes to clothing. You volunteer to put his clothes in the washer because you love taking care of your old man.
To his honest defense, Smoke believed that you could handle the task, and truthfully, you could, but just in your own way. He stands up from the couch to go grab a water from the fridge. Once inside the kitchen, he catches sight of you in the laundry room with his dirty basket of clothes.
Now, Smoke is a man of habit. There’s a precise way that he likes to have things done. Which is why he’s honestly gobsmacked when he watches you load the clothes into the washer without separating any of them by color.
To top it off, you grab his expensive laundry detergent and pour way more than what’s required into the washing machine. You turn the machine on, step back with your hands on your hips, and have the nerve to look proud.
You turn and catch sight of him staring at you in the kitchen. He fixes his mouth to comment, but chooses not to when he sees the bright smile on your face.
You point at the washer, “Look, I got you all fixed up.”
Smoke can’t find it in his heart to take this moment from you, so he just smiles in response before walking over to press a long kiss against your lips.
“Thank you, baby.”
Now, Smoke is old, but he didn’t think he was that old. But by the way that you’re looking at him and the ironing board, the nigga starts to feel like Morgan Freeman.
“You don’t know what an ironing board is?”
“Nigga, I’m not daft, I know what an ironing board is. I’m just trying to figure out why you would need one. Just iron on the bed.”
Smoke cuts his eyes in your direction, “No, the creases won’t hit the same.”
“Anyways. So what do you need this disinfectant spray for?” You ask, holding up the white bottle.
“Baby, that’s starch.”
You frown and turn the bottle in your direction before reading it. You try to hide the embarrassed look that crosses your face before you hand the bottle back to him. You walk over to the ironing board that is still folded and fumble with it.
You look genuinely perplexed by the fact that it won’t stand up. Anyone else would be annoyed, but Smoke finds it cute. You look at him with that whiny pout on your face, “Your ironing board is broken. Probably because it’s from the 90s.”
Smoke chuckles before taking the ironing board from your hand and standing it up correctly. You look at each other in silence before you nod, “I got it loosened up for you. You’re welcome.”
With that, you walk out of the room, and Smoke figures it’s best to just let you have the win.
Besides, his baby girl gets whatever she wants when she’s with him.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt use Apple Pay for literally every expense. We don’t use physical cards or cash anymore.
Smoke is old school.
He still carries around a wallet of cash and his debit cards. He only sets up Apple Pay on his phone because you insisted that it was more convenient.
It is, but he won’t admit that to you. For you, you never have to pay for things when you’re with Smoke. In fact, he finds the audacity of you paying for anything outrageous. On the small chance that he isn’t there with you, he makes sure that you have the funds available for your needs.
When he tries to hand you his card, you genuinely look perplexed, “What’s this for?”
He squints, “For you to buy your stuff. No limit.”
“That’s cute, Papa Bear, but I don’t even carry my own card around. I use Apple Pay for everything,” You said.
“Just add my card to your Apple Pay, then baby,” Smoke orders, sliding the card in your hands.
“Okay, thanks, baby,” you said, kissing his lips a few times. In response, Smoke slides your body into his lap and watches as you type the card into your Apple Pay and save it.
This isn’t the only incident involving money with you and Smoke. You’re about to head out for a night with your girls when he stops you.
“Come here before you leave, baby,” He demands from the couch. He and Stack are watching the finals while you go out.
“Sup ugly,” You state, slapping Stack on the neck. He frowns and twists around to pop you back when you step out of the way.
Y’all are about to engage in another childish fight until Smoke glares at you both. Stack smacks his lips, “You better get yo girl before we be outside tussling.”
“Ima mace you too,” You quip, as you walk to Smoke’s side of the couch.
“See, I don’t even wanna play with you because I know you’re serious,” Stack states before turning his attention back to the TV.
Smoke runs his eyes up and down your body in the two-piece set. Your body shines from your rigorous body care routine. He grips your waist, “You look good, babygirl.”
“Thank you, Papa Bear,” you respond, leaning down to kiss him. From behind him, Stack makes gagging noises while you stick your finger up at him.
As you pull away from the kiss, Smoke grabs a couple of bills from his wallet and slides them over to you.
“Uh, I don’t need this,” You said, a faint whine at the end of your tone.
“Yes, you do. Your little Apple Pay can’t cover everything. What if your phone dies? You need to be prepared just in case. Here. Take a few quarters, you might need to call me from a pay phone,” Smoke explains.
All of the argument leaves your body because he’s right and you know it. You slide the bills and change in your purse before leaning down to press your lips against his again. This time, however, you slide your tongue inside of Smoke’s mouth while his hand goes to your neck.
“Man! Y’all gone with all of that,” Stack yells from his end of the couch.
You and Smoke part with a few additional pecks. A honk from outside lets you know that your friends are here. As you go to leave, you peck Smoke’s lips again, “I love you, Papa Bear. I’ll text you updates throughout the night.”
You start walking towards the door until Smoke clears his throat, “Grab that coat on the way out, babygirl.”
You huff and throw your head back, “Elijah..it doesn’t go with my outfit!”
He gives you a hard look, and you stare back. For a solid minute, you both keep the staring contest going as Stack moves his head back and forth between the two of you.
Smoke goes to stand when you hold your hands up, “Chill! Chill! I’m getting it.” You grab the jacket and hold it up as if to say, “See.”
In return, Smoke smiles at you, “Good girl. I love you too. Make sure that you text me.”
Stack laughs, “Aha…my brother got you in check.” He turns and feels like he has the last word. He doesn’t catch you creeping up behind him until you lean down to whisper, “stupid hoe” in his ear and slap the back of his neck again. You’re already out the door by the time that Stack gets off the couch.
He frowns and crosses his arms.
Smoke takes a sip from his drink, “Y’all are some children.”
Later in the night, Smoke periodically gets updates from you about your location and condition. You send him tipsy pictures from the club bathroom. It’s not too long before he gets a notification from your Instagram saying that you’ve posted to your stories.
Smoke chuckles at the picture, but he’s glad to see that you’re having a good time with your girls. Some people assumed that since you liked to go outside, it would be a turn-off for Smoke, but it was quite the opposite.
He liked the fact that you were young, carefree, and enjoying your life. He’d never try to nag or change who you were. In fact, being with you taught Smoke that he needed to let loose a lot more and enjoy the moment.
Hours later, he hears the sound of a car door closing and watches from the porch as you walk back to the house. You pout pathetically upon seeing him, “My feet hurt. Can you carry me, Papa Bear?”
Without hassle, Smoke scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the house. He waves at your friends as he closes the door. Your head lolls to the side as you lie on his shoulder.
Smoke looks down at you, “You still with me, baby?”
“Mhmm.”
He raises an eyebrow, “So you gonna carry me up these stairs?”
“Yeah, I got you, baby,” you grumble back. Smoke laughs to himself at your antics. Even in your tipsy state, you still swore up and down that you were the Incredible Hulk.
Arriving inside the bedroom, Smoke gently sets you down while grabbing a big t-shirt for you.
He helps you with getting out of the heels and your set. “Lift your arms for me, baby.”
You oblige as he slips his t-shirt over your head. He goes to the bathroom to grab some micellar water to help you remove your makeup.
You grumble in sleepiness.
“I know, baby, just a little bit more,” He coos to you gently. Once he’s finished cleaning your face, he tucks you away under the blankets. He slips your bonnet over your hair.
“It’s hot,” you whine from beneath the covers. Smoke walks over to the fan, flicks it on, and turns it in your direction. He’d never heard of someone sleeping with a fan on until he started dating you.
He slips beneath the covers and pulls your body into his side. You cuddle your body more into his hold, “Thank you, Papa Bear. I love you.”
“I love you too, babygirl,” Smoke replies, pressing a kiss to your temple.
As he listens to your steady breath, Smoke rationalizes that there’s nothing better than being here with you.
If Stack were here, he’d clown him real bad, but Smoke doesn’t care. He’d gladly go out and get your name tatted to show how down bad he is for you.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt play the music about the guns and drugs, but shalt not participate in said activities
Smoke watches you in amusement as you pretend to shimmy in the living room, as “Off the Leash” by Gucci Mane blasts through the space. When he first met you, he’d assumed that you would like a lot of lover girl music, which you did.
But more often than not, you were listening to music about drugs and guns, even though you were hands down a law-abiding citizen. The song changes to “All There” by Jeezy, and you start hyping yourself up more.
You walk over to Smoke and start rapping the lyrics in his face, while grabbing money from his wallet to spread it down your arm.
“So you’re a dope boy now?” Smoke asks, subtly nodding his head along to the music.
“I’ve been trappin’ out here, Smoke,” You respond. He raises his eyebrows at the change of name, but continues chuckling as you make gun gestures with your hands.
“So that means I should go get you a gun of your own now?”
You ball your face up, “No, thank you. You know I don’t like guns. Plus, I’d just be a menace if these niggas tried me.” You prove your point by making gun noises like you’re shooting
You really weren’t a big fan of guns. Even with the gun that Smoke kept in his house, you always made sure that he had it locked away, far from your sight. You didn’t even like the idea of him being near a gun, and he was a whole trained veteran.
You take your phone out and start typing. You glance back at him, “I have a hair appointment tomorrow, so I may be MIA for a while.”
He nods, “Okay, I’ll send you the money to cover it.”
You lean down to press a kiss against his cheeks, “Thanks, Papa Bear.”
When you mentioned getting your hair done to Smoke, he doesn’t expect you to be gone for that long. He checks your location, which states that you’re still at your braider’s house.
His phone buzzes with a text from you.
Babygirl♥️
Be home soon.
I can’t wait for you to see my braids🙂↔️
He lets out a sigh of relief at the message. One thing that was always true, Smoke could be a bit overprotective, but it was only because he knew how the world operated. He knew how cruel people could be, especially to someone like you.
You were smart and observant, but Smoke just preferred to be around to look out for you. In his mind, you were all bubble gum, sunshine, and sweetness. He’d hate to see someone trying to snuff that light out of you.
Thirty minutes later, Smoke hears your car pulling into the yard. You get out, casually sipping on your Stanley Cup and walking to the house.
He opens the door to greet you. You connect your lips to his while gripping his shirt, “Hey, Papa Bear. I hope you weren’t waiting up for me.”
“I was,” Smoke said, closing the door behind you.
He goes to sit on the couch and crosses his arms, “What took you so long?”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “It was mostly the braid length. You know I like to get my braids long.” You do a quick turn to show the braids off, and Smoke’s gaze travels down to how long they are. The braids’ length ends just below your butt.
You turn back to him with a wide smile, “Do you like them?”
“Yeah, babygirl, I love them. You look beautiful as always.” He means it. There’s not one moment when Smoke isn’t thinking about how beautiful you are.
Later in the night, he oils your scalp at bedtime. In return, you apply a clay mask to his face as he waits for it to dry.
Quite honestly, Smoke had never been well-versed in skincare. That just wasn’t his thing. Now, he kept himself up and always kept his skin moisturized, but stuff like skincare was more up Stack’s alley.
Since dating you, Smoke has a whole skincare routine that you and he do every night. He’s always had pretty good skin, but since being with you, you've elevated his skin to a new level. You both stand side-by-side at the sink, washing the masks from your faces. Smoke scoops you up to sit on the counter and grips your backside in his hand as you apply his serums and moisturizer for the night.
You peek up at him through your lashes, “You so handsome, Papa Bear.”
You grab his chin in your hand and pull his face down towards yours. Smoke’s lips engulf yours in a passionate kiss as he tongues you down. He slides your body closer to his as he fully steps between your legs. You roll your hips into his as his bulge presses against your wet core. When he steps back slightly, you whine in response while pouting. Smoke chuckles darkly before gripping your thighs to pull you off the counter. He effortlessly carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom and deposits you on the bed.
He leans down on the bed to cover your body with his. He grabs both of your wrists in his hands and pins you to the top of the bed. He frowns when he moves one of his hands and hears a crinkle. Smoke looks up and grabs the item. A bag of Hot Cheetos crunches in his hands.
He looks down at you while you give him an innocent grin. It’s only when he looks up that he notices all of the extra items in the bed like candy, your iPad, both of your chargers, and your Stanley.
He’s about to open his mouth to comment when you stop him, “Before you start with all of that, I need this. These are my essentials. Don’t be trynna reach across me to eat my snacks either.”
He gives you a blank look, “I’m trynna eat you now, but if you want to keep the snacks on the bed…”
You move quickly to put the snacks and other items on the nightstand.
You open your legs with a soft smile, “Okay, I’m ready.”
The only thing Smoke can do is chuckle, but he still gets on his knees regardless. His back may protest, but he’ll never give up the chance to put his mouth on you.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt not take any BS.
It didn’t take Smoke a long time to figure out that you were a bit of a hot head. In your honest defense, you just weren’t the type to hold your tongue, especially when something felt like disrespect. Which is why he often found it amusing when you and Stack would argue because you’d match his brother bar for bar with insults.
However, it was all love between you and Stack. You were the younger sister he always craved having, so he’s delighted to have you around more often.
As Smoke’s old lady, as he likes to refer to you as, your invitation to any family functions is automatically secured. You knew your spot was secured when all of Smoke’s aunts and uncles hit him with the famous, “That’s you, nephew?”
You stood in the kitchen with Ardelia, Smoke, and Stack’s mother as you both conversed.
“I’m so happy that you could come today, and you look so pretty,” Ardelia said, nodding her head in appreciation.
“Thank you, Mrs. Moore,” You said, grinning widely.
“Ah, now what I tell you about that. None of that, you can call me mama.”
You smiled even brighter at her comment. Ardelia had been nothing but welcoming to you since Smoke introduced you for the first time. You were nervous that she wouldn’t be accepting of you, especially with the age gap, but she referred to you as her daughter-in-law all over town. Now, a few of Smoke’s other family members weren’t as accepting of you, but they wouldn’t ever say it aloud. But you were well aware of the whispered comments.
‘He’s bringing that lil’ girl all up in here. She still got milk behind her ears.’
“He outta be ashamed. Bringing her around here when he could be back with Annie.’
‘Look at her outfit. Any shorter and them shorts will be some panties.’
’I heard she just with him for the money. Jill from down the street said she got a pattern of jumping from man to man and using them for money.’
‘Lord, that’s a shame!”
You rolled your eyes and took it on the chin. The last thing you were about to do was start an argument with Smoke’s folks, especially in his mama’s house. You knew how a lot of people viewed you, especially with how you carried yourself. There’d been rumors all over the place that you were a relationship hopper, which was far from the truth. You just weren’t the type to stick around in a relationship, especially if it didn’t serve you.
Growing up as a little black girl in the South, you recognized that many black girls weren’t taught how to date. Most girls here felt that if they dated someone, they had to tie themselves down to the person forever. It was often frowned upon if you were dating more than one person or exploring your options.
No, exploring your options was only something that was reserved for men.
The fact that you weren’t the type to stick around in dead situations or entertain men made you stick out like a sore thumb in the community. They couldn’t stand to see a black woman standing strong in her boundaries. They would never catch you apologizing for that.
You walk outside and sit next to Smoke, who is surrounded by a few of his uncles and cousins. It’s at that point in the evening when the conversations shift to more controversial topics, and the new school vs old school duke it out.
You were already rolling your eyes as Marvin, one of Smoke’s cousins, opened his mouth to speak. He was the physical embodiment of red pill alpha male content.
“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t want my Queen out here degrading herself on these apps by posting seductive pictures and doing OnlyFans. I mean, look at the state of female rap, all they talk about is their pussy and what they can get from men.”
A few of the older traditional men hum in agreement.
You frown, “Well, isn’t that a bit contradictory, Marvin? Men rap about pussy all the time. There isn’t one rap song that you can give me that doesn’t consist of some line of a man talking about all of the women that he’s slept with or the degrading acts that he makes her perform. To add onto your point, you’re complaining about the women making content, but you fail to realize that there wouldn’t be a market if men weren’t paying for it. Sounds like smart business women capitalizing on a rising market.”
Marvin cuts his eyes at you. You can see the irritation rising in his eyes, “See, I’d expect you to say that. You’re one of those new school women. You don’t have traditional values. A real woman knows her place in the home. She should be preparing the home for her King to come home to. She shouldn’t be out here selling pussy.” He glances over in Smoke’s direction, “Dang, cuz, you really switched things up with this one. At least Annie was taking care of her man.”
Marvin sits back in the chair, clearly pleased with himself. Beside you, Smoke hardens, and everyone can catch that look of murder in his eye. He’s about to address the situation when you place a hand on his chest.
“It’s okay, baby, I got it. Marvin, I don’t take pseudo-intellectual men like you seriously. You be the same niggas hollering about being an Alpha male and you ain’t even graduated from community college. Last time I looked in the mirror, my breasts and vagina were still there, so I think we got the real woman part covered. You keep trying to take jabs at me about being a low-value woman when, last time I checked, I got two degrees under my name, and I’m well on my way to my third. Let’s not forget the high-paying job, and I own my house. We can go band for band if you want to.”
You pause and snap your fingers, “I forgot, you don’t have a job, so your bands wouldn’t even match mine. What’s your occupation again? Wait…you’re still building your little YouTube with the ten subscribers, all of whom are your homeboys who can’t keep your dick out of their mouths. You keep talking about pussy, but baby boy, you wake up every day and look at a pussy in the mirror.”
You sit back in your chair with a demure smile. The backyard is silent as everyone turns to look at Marvin. He storms from the chair and walks towards the door. You all listen as his car pulls out of the driveway.
“I like this one, nephew,” Tony, Smoke’s uncle, comments as he clinks his cup with yours.
Smoke looks over at you in concern, “Baby, you good?”
“Yeah, ain’t nobody stressin’ over Marvin. I know my worth, and I know what I bring to the table. I’m not about to let anyone feel like they pressin’ me.”
“Good, but I’ma still beat his ass later on for talking to you like that,” Smoke states, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“Thanks, Papa Bear.” You lean over to press your lips against his. You resist the urge to deepen the kiss because you still have to be respectful in front of his family.
“Anytime, baby, you know you mean the world to me. Nobody in this world is ever gonna disrespect you while I’m around.”
Before you can comment, Stack leans over to dap you up, “That last line was a bar. Let’s go put that down in the studio.”
From the book of women: Always show respect where respect is due.
Annie Boudreaux. Formely Annie Moore.
You’d met Annie in passing a few times, and you liked her well enough. You both got along, seeing as you were both important women in Smoke’s life. To others, they wondered if it bothered you that Smoke’s ex-wife still came around to family functions, but truthfully, it didn’t.
You understood how important Annie was to Smoke and their shared history. It’d be selfish if you asked him to stay away from her. That didn’t mean that Smoke was taking advantage of the situation and disrespecting you. He’d always be open and let you know that he was going to see Annie. You’d always kiss him and bid him on his way.
Today was the first time that you’ve ever set foot in Annie’s yard.
You walk slowly towards the side of the house where baby Anais Moore’s headstone sits. You note the fresh flowers sitting at the headstone, no doubt from Smoke’s earlier visit in the week. You set down your own bouquet before willing away the tears that follow.
Smoke talks about his and Annie’s little girl from time to time, but only when the moon shines low in the room, and you can’t see his tears falling. He’d laid his head on your chest and whispered all about his daughter, while you remained silent and rubbed at his head.
“She was so beautiful and tiny. I was scared of holding her the first time,” He laments.
Your heart clenches painfully in your chest. You wish that you could take away all of the pain, but you know that nothing ever quite soothes the ache of losing a child.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here today,” Annie comments from her place on the steps. You catch her eyes as they clock the flowers that you placed at the baby’s grave.
“I wanted to come visit you, and I needed to ask for your help with something.”
Annie gives you a long look before ushering you inside the house. She pours you a glass of tea as you sit across from each other on the couch.
“So what brings you by?” Annie questions.
“Can you teach me how to make that gumbo dish that Elijah likes. He mentioned that it’s one of his favorite meals, and I wanted to do something nice for him,” You said, nerves coloring your voice.
Your wide eyes meet Annie’s, and you’re honestly scared that she’ll tell you no. Instead, she chuckles, “You came all this way to ask me how to make a pot of gumbo for Elijah? Come on, silly girl. You must really be in love.”
“I am.”
For another beat, you both look at each other, and Annie runs her eyes across you. Unbeknownst to you, she can see the pink swirls radiating around your body with all of the love that you have for Elijah.
She gestures for you to follow her to the kitchen, where she begins taking out all of the ingredients. She turns to you, “Go pick me some of those bell peppers from the garden.”
You nod before setting out to the garden, where Annie has an assortment of fruit and vegetables. You navigate towards the bell peppers as you pick out the best ones. Inside the house, you hand the peppers to Annie as she washes them off.
“I love your garden. I always wanted to grow one,” You said, leaning against the counter.
“Tell Elijah. He’s good at starting a garden,” Annie responds. She ushers you forward as she grabs the flour and cast-iron skillet.
“Now the roux is the most essential part of the gumbo. You mess up the roux, you might as well throw the whole pot away.”
Together, you and Annie work hand in hand to craft the gumbo the way that Smoke likes it. Annie lets you take over for the most part, while she gently guides you. Soon, you’re both sitting at the table sharing a bowl of gumbo over rice and laughing like old friends.
“Next thing I know, Stack is running out of the house. Yellin’ about some voodoo,” Annie states, to which you laugh loudly.
Your laugh calms after a few minutes when you catch Annie staring at you.
“Thank you,” She states.
She doesn’t have to explain what she’s thanking you for. You already know. You slide a hand across the table as you tangle your fingers together.
“I really appreciate you, Annie.”
“Likewise.”
She doesn’t mention that she can read your palms with your hands touching like this. She chuckles internally. She hopes that you’re ready for some twins in the future.
When Smoke gets home later in the day, he’s surprised at the familiar scent that wafts across his nose. For a minute, he wonders if Annie is inside the house with you. He walks inside the kitchen and takes note of you standing in front of the stove, stirring away at a familiar pot.
You and Smoke are so in tune with each other that you sense him as soon as he enters the house. You turn around, “Hey, Papa Bear, take a seat.”
Smoke sets his work bag down and takes a seat at the table. You fix his bowl of gumbo just the way that Annie mentioned he likes, along with a piece of cornbread on the side and a glass of tea. He takes a second to look between you and the bowl of gumbo. He notes the similarities in the gumbo, “You makin’ gumbo now, babygirl?”
“Mhmm..I had a little help from Annie today. I wanted to get it just the way that you like it,” You said, moving to fix your own bowl.
“You visited Annie today?”
“Yeah, you mentioned that her gumbo was always your favorite, so I went by to ask her how to make it for you.” You shrug at the end of your sentence like it’s no big deal, but to Smoke, it means the world.
Before you can take a bite of your gumbo, he grabs your hand in his.
“Thank you. You know I love you, right?” He said, eyes glistening under the light. It means a lot that you went out of your way to ask Annie how to make his favorite meal.
“I love you, too, Elijah,” You respond before connecting your lips to his.
As you both eat, Smoke eyes your empty ring finger and figures that he may need to change that pretty soon.
After the meal, Smoke offers to wash dishes, but you shoo him away.
“Just sit down, you’ve been working hard all day. It’s just a few dishes,” You said, turning the water on.
Smoke expects you to plug the sink and let it fill up with soap and water, but you do the exact opposite. You keep the water running as you wash each dish one by one under the hot water.
“Baby, you could’ve just filled the sink up,” Smoke comments.
“Ew, I don’t want all of that food touching my hands,” You shoot back.
Smoke decides to drop it and continues watching you wash the dishes. He already knows that he should expect the water bill to be higher this month. From the looks of the empty paper towel roll, he might have to just invest in the big pack from Costco.
From the book of young hoe: Always listen to Papa Bear.
It’s one of those nights when you and your girls are going out again. Smoke opts to stay in, but he’s already made sure that your purse is packed with all of the essentials. He knows how forgetful you can be.
The sound of your heels clicking brings his attention to you as you walk into the bedroom. He hadn’t paid much attention to your outfit. You always did your makeup first before putting on your outfit, and then you’d give him a little show before leaving.
Now, Smoke’s gotten used to some of your more risque clothing choices. Shoot, when he first met you, you were wearing a dress that had him drooling. He isn’t one of those guys who likes to police his woman on what she’s wearing, but he is very possessive of you. Smoke knows that you’re a baddie, so why would he stop you from being that?
However, he has to draw a line with this outfit, if you can even call it that.
Smoke coughs past the smoke and snuffs out the joint that you rolled for him. “What you got on?”
You smile at him through the mirror, “It’s cute, right? I found it the other day!”
You had taken the definition of mini skirt to a whole other level. You’re well endowed in your backside, which hangs out of the skirt. You bend forward to check your makeup, and Smoke almost falls out.
He frowns at you, “Go change. You ain’t leavin’ the house with that on.”
Naturally, the pout crosses your lips, “But why?”
“Baby, I ain’t finna have these niggas out here eyeing my woman, and I’m not around.”
You huff in annoyance, “Elijah, it’s not that deep. It’s not even that short.”
He eyes the skirt again with a glare on his face. If he could set the skirt on fire, he would.
“It’s not up for discussion. Go change into something else.”
“No.”
Smoke’s head whips around so fast that you’re surprised that his neck doesn’t break. That dark look crosses his face, “Babygirl, you sure you wanna cross that bridge with me? Take yo’ pretty ass back in there and get changed.”
The urge to be a brat weighs heavily on you tonight. You square your shoulders and look him dead in the eye, “Nope, I’m wearing this.”
A honk sounds from outside, and you move to grab your purse. Smoke is openly glaring at you and challenging you, “You leave out of this house, I hope you prepared for the consequences later.”
You shrug, “I’ll be back later on. I love you, Papa Bear.”
With that, you walk your pretty self out the door, even though your stomach tingles with anxiety. As you step into the car, your homegirls turn to look at you.
“Girl, Big Daddy Smoke let you out of the house wearing that,” your friend, Leilani, asks.
You smack your lips, “He was making a big deal of it at first. Telling me that I need to go change. He don’t run me.”
Your friend, Omi, smacks her lips, “Sis, he gone tear you up when you get back. You know them old heads don’t play about all that.”
“It’s fine, y’all. He’ll be okay when I get back.”
“He gone kill her when she gets back. I’m puttin’ a sign on you that says ‘Dead lady walking.’ You might as well gone get your coochie ready,” your friend, Keisha, quips.
When you all make it to the club, it’s turnt as usual. You and Stack lock eyes as you pass his section. His eyes flicker down to your skirt before he starts shaking his head. He ushers you over, “You gotta be one of the craziest people that I’ve ever met. Does my brotha’ know you outside like this?”
“Yes, Smoke doesn’t run me. I can wear what I want,” You state, a frown crossing your face.
Stack laughs. Not one of those low laughs, but the loud and annoying types.
“Whew, I’m scared for you, girl. But I’ll keep an eye on you. Have fun now before you get home,” Stack said, continuing to laugh. He lets you and your girls come into the section with him and his boys. You know that it’s so he can carefully watch you.
Whenever you go to get a drink, Stack stops you and goes to the bar himself. You and your friends go to hit the dance floor when Stack holds his hand up.
“Oh my gosh, Stack, move!”
Stack smacks his lips, “I’m just looking out for you. Gone dance, but if I see any nigga gettin’ too friendly with you, I’m on him like white on rice.”
You give him a thumbs-up before following your friends to the middle of the floor. You’re having the time of your life and twerking like you aren’t on borrowed time. Stack keeps his eyes on you at all times like he’s watching a toddler, which he thinks may be true. He takes his phone out to record a video of you to send to Smoke.
Stack
*video attached*
Don’t stress yourself out. I’m keepin’ an eye on her.
But I know you got something planned when she gets home.
*Smoke liked your message*
Stack takes a sip from his whiskey, “Lord, she in danger.”
By the end of the night, you’re all danced out and sweaty, but overall, you consider the night a win. Stack offers to take you home and ushers you into the car. Your friends snicker because they know that Smoke is punishing you tonight. The only one oblivious to the fact is you.
Pulling into the driveway, Stack turns to you with a smirk, “Good luck.”
The lights are all off in the house except the porch light. Smoke stands under the porch light like a serial killer. You turn to Stack with a grim look, “Maybe, we should back out of the driveway really slowly.”
“Nope. You wanted to be grown. Now, you gotta face your actions like a big girl,” Stack said.
“I’m blinking twice for help. I’m telling a trusted adult!”
Stack shrugs, “Too bad I’m not a trusted adult.”
“Trick..” you mutter before opening the door to exit the car. Smoke nods his head at Stack, who reciprocates.
“I’ll see you in a week,” Stack jokes, before backing out of the driveway.
Like a scared deer, you walk unevenly to the porch where Smoke is still standing. As you approach, he blows out a big cloud of smoke before throwing the joint down and stubbing it out. You stand in front of him, “Hey…”
Smoke doesn’t say anything, but simply steps to the side to let you inside the house. You swallow loudly as you walk inside the house. The only sounds are the distinct chirps from the crickets outside, along with the subtle clicks of your heels. You and Smoke make your way to the bedroom. You go to grab your pajamas when Smoke stops you, “Didn’t I tell you to change earlier?”
You turn slowly to face him, “Yes, you did.”
“And I told you that if you left this house, there would be consequences, but you didn’t listen, did you?”
“No….”
“Come here,” Smoke demands, voice soft. He doesn’t have to raise his voice to get his point across.
You stay rooted in the same spot, partially aroused and partially scared. Smoke chuckles darkly, “You still ain’t learned? You know I don’t like to repeat myself.” You scurry over to stand in front of Smoke as you look up at him with wide eyes.
“Stand right there,” Smoke orders. He walks off to rummage through one of the drawers. Your eyes widen as you see him procure one of his good ties. The heat from his body wafts onto yours as you become hyperaware of him standing behind you. Smoke grabs your hands in his and skillfully wraps the tie around your wrists so that your hands are bound behind your back. He tugs at the knot and hums in satisfaction.
You try your hand at seeing if you can move and find that you can’t. Smoke moves to stand in front of you as he glowers down at you. He steps closer to press his chest against yours. For a moment, a soft look crosses his face as he cups your face in his hands. He leans down to connect your lips, and you moan at the taste of whiskey that lingers on his tongue.
Smoke pulls back from the kiss as his eyes run across you. He trails his hands down your form until his cupping your backside in his hands. “You could’ve stayed home and modeled this lil’ skirt for me, but you wanted to go and show off what’s mine.”
You go to open your mouth to protest, but Smoke stops you, “I didn’t say I was done talking. Since you wanted to be a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” You let out a squeak when Smoke grabs you to throw you on the bed. Your body bounces before it settles.
Gripping the corset in his hands, he cleanly tears it down the middle until the material falls away. You gasp in surprise as the cool air hits your nipples. Flipping you onto your stomach, Smoke hikes your hips up and flips the skirt over.
He tugs your head back, “You owe me. You can either take my hand or something else.”
The last time Smoke spanked you, you were left shaking on the bed. It was either his hand or one of those leather belts with his name on it. You were screwed either way.
“Your hand,” You said.
Smoke nods, “Let’s tally up how much you owe me. 10 for the outfit plus 10 because I told you to take it off and you back-talked. Also, an additional 10 because you still left.” Your wide eyes meet his as you turn to face him, “But daddy, that’s thirty.”
Smoke chuckles, “Glad to see you can count, darlin’.”
The first hit sends heat flooding through your body, along with feeling your cheek ripple under his hand. The second hit sends a flood of wetness to your panties. By the tenth hit, the tears are already running down your face. How were you supposed to count through twenty more?
Your entire backside is on fire once Smoke delivers the last hit. You’re fully shaking and hiccuping into the sheets, but you can’t deny how turned on you are. By now, you’ve soaked completely through your panties, which Smoke clocks.
He takes two fingers and runs them up and down the soiled material, “My dirty baby. What am I gonna do with you, baby? You don’t know how to listen now.”
“M’Sorry, Papa. I’ll listen to you next time.”
“I know you will because I’m gonna make sure that you do.” He flips your body around and grips your panties as he tears them clean from your body. Smoke maneuvers your body to the headboard before going to grab another tie. He loops the tie through the bedpost before securing your hands to it.
Smoke walks over to the closet and rifles through it for a few seconds. You lift your head to get a good look, but his shoulders block your view. He walks over with a long metal rod in hand, “Do you know what this is?”
You shake your head. He laughs lowly, “It’s a spreader bar. I’m gonna put your legs in these cuffs, and you won’t be able to move.” Sitting at the edge of the bed, he removes your heels one by one before throwing them carelessly to the floor. He places your ankles in the cuffs and secures them. Smoke moves to stand in front of the bed as he grabs the metal in his hands. He can already see your glistening folds as your slick pools beneath you.
He moves your legs from side to side, “See, this is a special bar, I made it myself. Every time you move babygirl, it’ll spread your legs more.” He jerks the rod, which loudly clicks as your spread apart more. You look at him in surprise.
He grabs the box that he set on the bed and opens it. Your old man is a sex fiend, apparently, as he lifts various forms of vibrators out of the box. Smoke moves to your open legs and dips his fingers inside of you to collect your slick.
He brings his wet fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices from his fingers. He takes one of the vibrators in his hand before the tip across through your wet center. You shiver at the sensation of the tip dipping into your entrance.
“This one is special, babygirl. That special spot that I’m always hitting…well my little friend is made to specifically reach that spot.” He pushes the toy inside of you as you gasp at the fullness of it.
Smoke coos gently at you as your wet eyes meet his, “There we go, baby.” He clicks a button, which brings the vibrator to life inside you. Smoke pushes the toy in and out of you as your walls cling to it.
Your eyes widen when he holds up another toy, “My other friend is for that lil’ pearl up there.” He trails his fingers through the curls that cover young mound until he reaches your clit. Your body arches into his touch as he casually rubs small circles around your clit.
“Please…” you whine into the room.
“Please what, darlin’? I need you to be more specific,” Smoke said condescendingly.
Your mind is venturing into that mushy territory where you don’t know what you’re asking the man for.
He smirks, “You don’t even know what you’re asking me for. That’s alright. Take care of my other friend for me while I get done smoking.”
He attaches the curved toy to your clit and clicks a button, and it buzzes to life. Your first reaction is to move your body. You wither across the mattress, pleasure consuming every inch of you. You go to move your legs, only for the spreader to click and spread your legs further.
You gasp.
Smoke chuckles before moving to sit in the chair in the bedroom. He grabs his early discarded blunt to relight. He inhales the smoke into his lungs as he casually watches you suffer.
Smoke casually taps the button on his phone, which increases the vibrations on your clit and inside of you. Your back arches from the bed as your release climbs higher.
Just as you’re reaching that sweet release, Smoke taps the button and turns the vibrators off. A loud whine leaves your mouth, “Please let me cum, Papa.”
Smoke blows the smoke from his nose, “Since you asked so nicely…”
He eases up the level of the vibrators to the fullest level. A loud screams erupts from your mouth as your walls clasp around the toy and your orgasm consumes your body.
Smoke leans forward, “That’s one. Give me about four more and we’ll call it even.”
You turn your head to him in disbelief. Before you can protest, he turns the vibrators back on.
You’re a mess of cum, sweat, and tears. Exactly how Smoke prefers you.
Your brain is complete mush at this point and you can feel the puddle that had formed beneath you. Somewhere between the second and third orgasm, you’d squirted.
Smoke turns the vibrators off and throws his phone on the chair. He walks over to you and pulls your ruined face to his. Your expression shows how far gone you are. He lightly taps your face, “You still with me, babygirl?”
Your tongue lolls around in your mouth, “Mhmm, Papa.”
“So you can give me one more?”
“Mhmm.”
He unties your hands from the bed. He runs his hand across your wrists and kisses them gently. Smoke pulls the vibrator from your core and observes the cream that forms around the base of the toy. He flicks his tongue out to slurp some in his mouth.
Smoke pulls his shirt over his head before dropping his boxers. You eye his hardened dick and as tired as you are, you still need to feel him inside of you.
Smoke lays down on the bed next to you and pulls your pliant body across his lap. He points his tip at your swollen entrance, “Go slow, baby. Papa will take care of the rest.”
You lower your pussy down onto his dick as you whine into his shoulder. You shudder as you feel his large tip brushing against that spot inside you.
Smoke grabs your hips in his hand as he gently bounces you up and down on his dick. You turn your head to connect his your lips to his. Smoke slides his tongue into your mouth and gently sucks at your tongue.
He gives a particular thrust that sends fresh tears to your eyes. “I know, it’s too much baby, but you’re doing so good for me. Cum for me one more time, babygirl.”
You nod weakly.
Smoke plants his feet on the bed and starts thrusting roughly into your body. Loud, wet noises fill the bedroom as your walls clench around his length.
“M’coming Papa. Right there..”
Smoke feels his own balls tightening as his release nears. He smashes his lips onto yours as your orgasm hits. He swallows your moans into his mouth as his own orgasm starts.
Smoke holds your hips firmly to his as he fills you up.
You shiver at the feeling of his cum splashing against your womb.
For a second, you both breathe in tandem as your heart calms down. Smoke runs a soothing hand up your back, “You good, Princess?”
“Mhmm, m’good Papa. I’m sorry.”
Smoke chuckles, “I forgive you, baby. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He gently slides from inside of you as you whimper softly. A wave of Smoke’s cum slides from you as it lands on the bed. Scooping you into his arms, Smoke walks into the bathroom and sits you on the toilet.
You’d long since passed the stage of your relationship where you were shy of going to the bathroom in front of him. As wipe and flush the toilet, you raise your arms for Smoke to pick you up.
He grabs a towel and applies warm water to it before wiping at your face and between your legs. Back inside the bedroom, Smoke gives you a pair of his boxers before sliding his shirt over your head. He slides a pair of briefs on before he tucks you into bed.
He grabs a bottle of water before offering it to you. Once you’re done, you flop back on the pillow. Smoke slides in beside you as he pulls your body closer to his.
“I love you, babygirl.”
“I love you too, Papa Bear.”
He presses a kiss to your neck as he closes his eyes.
You and Jey fight alot, but there's one thing that keeps you both together.
The soft hum of the engine is all that you can hear throughout the car ride—the highway clear. Earlier today, you and Jey got into a huge argument about him being too full of himself and cocky—and now, you guys haven't talked since
The entire car ride was silent. You stared out of the window, your mind wandering to other places. Jey keeps one hand on the wheel, the other one sitting on his side, which is usually on your thighs—if not over your crotch. Neither of you wanted to acknowledge each other—you guys were still pissed despite the argument being an hour ago.
But Jey had a lot on his mind—way more than you can think of. Despite him still being pissed, and also the root of the argument, he still wanted to at least talk.
"Y/n." His voice was rough and stern, almost demanding.
You didn't respond, though, keeping your eyes out of the window.
He glanced over at you from the drivers side, his patience getting a little low.
"So, it's like that, ma?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Now, yes, he expected you to act a little stubborn—but full-blown blocking him out was the last thing he thought of. "You can't even acknowledge me?"
You groan under your breath, leaning up from the window, not looking over at Jey. "You know that I'm still mad at you."
Jey smacks his teeth. "Man, that argument was childish."
Your eyes widened. "Childish?"
"Yes, childish." He raises his voice slightly, trying to get his point across. "Okay, yes, I can get full of myself, but you like it—and if you didn't, you wouldn't be in this damn car."
"That wasn't my point, Jey."
"Then what was it?"
You exhale deeply through your nostrils, beginning to get frustrated with this whole argument.
"Nothing, Jey." You shrugged. "Nothing."
"Exactly." Exactly? Can he not realize that you don't actually think that your point was nothing? It felt like talking to a brick wall with him—a thick one specifically. "Now, can you stop acting like you don't know me?"
"I don't..." You muttered lowly under your breath, your gaze focused on the window. Unfortunately for you, Jey heard her clearly, his grip on the wheel tightening.
"What did you say?" He asked, his eyes lingering on you longer for a moment, his eyes occasionally looking at the road.
"Nothing—" "NO, what did you say?" His voice got louder, stricter, scarier, whatever you want to call it, all enough to make you flinch. "Y/n... What came out of that mouth of yours?"
"I said nothing, Jey!" You yelled, snapping your head to him, looking at him for the first time out of the entire car ride. For a brief moment, the car went quiet. You can tell by the way Jey's jaw tightened and his gazing eyes that he was planning something—but the real question was—what? You took a deep breath, trying to cut the thick atmosphere.
"Jey..." No response. "Jey, I swear I didn't mean to yell." He didn't even attempt to open his mouth. "Jey, you can't ignore me!"
He nods to himself. "You're right..." He mutters lowly. "And I won't." He then turns sharply on the road, your hand immediately going to the handlebars. He swerved to the emergency lane, pulling over harshly. He shifted the gear engine to park before quickly unfastening his seatbelt and getting out of the car, leaving you there lost and confused.
"Jey, what the fuck?!" You cursed, watching him walk around the car to your side of the door. Before you could realize what he was doing, he swung your door open, unfastening your seatbelt aggresively.
"Jey—" He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a powerful kiss, forcing his tongue deep in your mouth. You let out a soft whimper against Jey's lips, your body going numb. This isn't what you wanted. You wanted Jey to realize that he's in the wrong for once. You didn't want to submit, but you eventually melted into the kiss.
His other hand caressed your hips, his hands going under your top, his hands remarkably close to your breast. Your nipples hardened visibly beneath your thin top as his hands roamed your sides.
"Mmmph..."
When he felt your moan vibrate against his tongue, he lifted your nearest leg and put himself between you, pressing his hips instinctively, seeking more contact. His tongue danced over your teeth, soothing and exploring while his nails dug in your scalp.
You put a hand on his collarbone, feeling his hard muscles through his T-shirt. Despite this enjoyable sensation, you two were still on the highway—which means you were in public, so cars could see your whole scene. You parted your lips from his for a moment, a string of saliva hanging from lip to lip. You caught your breath for a moment.
"Jey," You breathed. "We're on a highway."
His hands moved to your waist, his hands moving up to cup your breast under your top.
He shrugs. "So?" He asks, his breathing ragged as his hands felt on your soft breast. "You smell so good, ma."
"That's not the point."
"You have a lot of points you can't back up."
You went quiet for a moment. He's right, unfortunately. You hated the things he did. He hated how he would talk to you. But you loved the way he would act sometimes.
Before you could attempt to speak, he threw his lips back into yours, forcing his tongue back into your mouth, his tongue flicking against yours. He pushed himself against you, deepening himself in the car as your back pressed against the center armrest. Your hands caressed his shoulders, feeling his tense muscles flex as he took deep breaths between kisses.
His fingers hooked the hem of your shirt as he then lifted it up to under your neck, exposing your breast peaking out of your bra. His hand firmly gripped your shirt to hold it in place as he swallowed your moans, his other hand drawn lazy patterns along your hips.
You melted into her touch, your hands roaming his chest and clinging to his shirt. The car felt too small, too hot, but you didn't want to stop for anything. You tilted your head, kissing him deeper, unable to get enough.
"Jey..." You breathed against his lips.
"Mmh?" Jey hummed against your lips, pulling you close enough that your chest touched his.
"We should stop," You whispered, even as your body pressed closer, betraying your words. You fingers curled into her shirt.
"I-I don't want to be this revealed on a highway." But you didn't move away. Instead, you nipped Jey's bottom lip, tugging it between your teeth.
Jey groaned low, his grip tightening on your waist as he pulled back just enough to look at you with hungry eyes.
"You're not stopping," He murmured, thumb brushing his bottom lip where your teeth had tugged.
"So neither am I." His lips then found your jaw, trailing hot kisses down your neck.
A shiver raced down your spine as Jey's lips traced your neck.
His hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts as he continued to trail kisses along your neck and collarbone. He nipped at your skin, marking you roughly.
You couldn't stop him—even if you wanted to, you just couldn't. He's so depraved for you—desperate at that. All you could do is let him mark your body, leaving trails on you to show that you're his.
He then slid under your rose-up shirt and yanked off your bra straps, his hands immediately going to your back to unhook your bra. With one swift motion, he yanked off your bra completely, tossing it anywhere—not caring if it landed in or out of the car.
His eyes roamed your perky breast as your nipples hardened from the sudden cool air. He was hungry—very hungry. All he wanted to eat was you.
His hands then came up to grope your breast harshly, causing you to whimper softly. His fingers would swirl and flick on your hard buds, all to just watch your shiver and quiver under him.
He was enjoying this—almost too much. This is why he loved to argue with you so much. It would always start off with you yelling and cursing him out—all to just end up right under him, moaning and begging for more.
He wanted to see more of your body—he was ready to see more of your body.
His hands slid down to your black skirt and lifted it up slowly, exposing your throbbing pussy.
He looked up at you confusingly. "Where are your panties?" He asks, his voice deep and rough—full of desire.
You tried to catch your breath, but all of the sudden moves and teasing have gotten you shaken up.
"Up your ass," You grunted, your voice deep with sarcasm. "Where the fuck do you think they are?"
Jey rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna fuck that damn attitude out of you, y/n"
You scoffed, not taking him seriously on his word. "Not on this highway."
His knuckles tightened on your skirt, his mind full of tempting thoughts. He smacked his teeth. "You think I won't?"
You shook your head no—challenging him.
And that's all it took.
He put one hand on your shaken clit as his other hand went to his belt, trying its best to unbuckle quickly. Your eyes widened immediately—is he really finna do this? Unfortunately for you, he absolutely was.
Once he finally got his belt loose, he unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down enough for his dick to pop up.
He was hard—veiny and throbbing hard. You could tell he was like that for a while and he was waiting for a specific moment like this to happen.
Your eyes widened immediately, not believing the sight you were seeing. He was really ready to fuck you in the middle of the highway, not giving a single fuck about who drove by and might've seen yall.
You gulped. "Jey, are you crazy?"
He shook his head. "Maybe," he breathed. "But it's your damn fault if I am."
His thumb rubbed lightly on your soak entrance as he pushed his tip closer to it. He teased you for a moment, sliding his top up along your clit and right back down, causing your hips to shake uncontrollably.
You bit your lips—trying to hold back noises, but he'd constantly move himself around to the most sensitive part of your clit, making you occasionally let out an airy moan.
After he felt like you'd gotten wet enough, he then slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you cock your head back against the center armrest. One hand went up to your hips, positioning you still, as the other one cupped your breast.
He wanted you to feel all of him—not half, not a little, all of it.
Once he fully pushed himself inside of you, he wasted no time. He pulled his back before pounding right back into you, making your moans crack loudly.
Your adrenaline was running non-stop. The sensational feeling of releasing his pleasures in you while at the same time worrying if a car—even worse if a police car pulls over made your body feel weird. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it wasn't good either; you didn't want to stop.
He began to pound in and out of you with a cool pattern, making sure you felt every inch inside of you. Your stomach twisted and churned as you felt him pound in and out of you, your walls clamping around his dick. His nails dug into your breast as he used them as stress toys, caressing and groping them at the same time.
Your moans came out unwillingly now, your mouth gaping open on its own. It felt so good—you couldn't stop yourself. Your hand moved up swiftly to cover your mouth, pressing your palm deep against your lips to silence yourself.
Jey immediately didn't like this and swatted your hand off your mouth. You yelped. "Nah, don't try to be quiet now." He grunted as he picked up the pace on his rhythm. "You wanted to yell earlier—this is your chance to let it all out."
He moved both of his hands back down to your waist, gripping you tighter as he began to pound you relentlessly, driving you to the edge.
You could barely generate a response back, your mind going blank to the point where you could barely keep your eyes on him. Your vision blurred as you felt your stomach getting tighter every time Jey thrusted back in you—it was constant.
He had no intention of stopping, not until he got his full satisfaction.
He leaned his upper body deeper into the car, his face hovering over yours as he watched you fall apart. It was like a movie—he loved every last second of it. Seeing you fully fall into submission to him was art.
"You're getting tired, aren't you?" He cooed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
You shook your head no weakly. "Fuck... you..." You moaned helplessly, feeling your body tightening up.
He scoffed. "You 'bout to cum already?" he asked. "I'm ready to see you fully shake."
And indeed he was as he began to pound you relentlessly, picking his pace up and pushing his hips deeper against your aching clit.
You tried to bite your cheek or keep your lips shut, but you couldn't. Little did you know your orgasm was about to come way sooner than you thought.
His hand shot up and grabbed your neck, gripping it tight as he felt his body start to tense up also. You both were about to cum, but yours was obviously stronger.
Your mouth made an 'o' sound; it was clear your orgasm was right around the corner. Your body began to seize as your orgasm shook your body—but that didn't stop Jey.
He continued to pound you at the same pace, disregarding the fact that you were already going through aftershocks. Your hand slowly moved up to his chest, tapping against his tense muscles.
"Jey, what the fuck?!" You yelped, opening your eyes weakly to see his. You could tell by the look he had that he was close too, but you could also tell that he had no intention of stopping.
Wet sounds echoed throughout your guys' area—the only sound other than your shaking moans.
Jey panted, "I'm not gonna stop until you call me what I like." Is he serious? You knew what that was, but you didn't want to do it—your pride was still strong.
"Jey, I'm not playing with you." You grumbled, your voice croaky.
"And I'm not either," He responded immediately, as he then suddenly pulled out of you. You thought he was done—but he wasn't.
He pulled your hips more out of the car and flipped you on your stomach, the top of your head tapping the center armrest. He slapped his cock against your crack as he then pushed right back in you, making you moan.
This was one of your favorite positions; it always made you cum fast. It felt great—magical at that—but damn, of course he'd pull that out now.
He continued his original pace, pounding you relentlessly until you surrendered fully—exactly how he wanted you to.
"Come on, ma," He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tighter so that he could pound harder. "All you gotta do is call me that special word, and I'll let your pussy go." He breathes. "Unless you want me to make you cum a second time."
He punctuated every last word with another harsh thrust before leaning back just to see your ass shake each time he pounded you. You looked so beautiful to him, he couldn't help himself. And not only that, you felt too good.
But despite all of that, you weren't going to let him win easily—or more so, you were trying not to. He made you feel too good; you felt your stomach start to swirl and tighten again.
It was clear a second wave of pleasure was about to hit you, and Jey knew it.
He picked up his pace just a little more, pushing himself deeper between your cheeks.
All you could hear was the sound of your ass clapping against his crotch and the sounds of your airy moans. You couldn't stop yourself—it was impossible.
He grunted. "Come on, ma." He gritted his teeth. "Call me those words, now!" She demanded, giving a sharp slap across your ass.
Your legs shivered as you began to grow weaker by the second.
"J-Jey—"
"Nah, bitch, that's not my name." He gave another sharp slap across your other cheek, making you yelp loudly.
"Say the name you call me every time you're horny, then I'll decide if I'm done with you." Another slap went across your ass, this time it was way harder.
His words repeated in your brain—it's clear what he wants; it's your choice to give it to him.
"J-Jey—Daddy—Fuck!" You stammered, not even able to think straight because of his relentless pounding. It was brutal.
Jey was getting very close, but he didn't want to stop until you said his name properly.
"Come on, ma," He cooed. "Say it fully, now!" That last slap on the ass made you give in completely.
"Fuck—Daddy, just cum in me already!" You shrieked, your muscles tensing up. Your orgasm arrived, right on time to tie with his.
Your thighs shook as you cum against his hard cock as he slowly came in your pussy. Despite yours, you felt every last drop of his hot liquid inside of you. He froze, his fingers digging in your hips as he let himself finish inside of you, his mind going blank.
You both stood there for a moment, your heavy breathing tying with each other's. You guys were lost in a trance—not thinking, not speaking, just two partners enjoying their orgasms.
Before Jey could say anything, he heard a car honk. Fuck—he forgot they're on the highway. He looked down at your shaking ass as he slowly pulled himself out of you, his cocked coated in your liquids.
He stroked himself a little bit more before putting his softened cock right back in his boxers, zipping his pants back up.
You heard him changing and decided to pull your skirt down a little as you got back in the car slowly, shutting the door in his face.
He chuckled a bit—he knew it wouldn't be like you if you didn't do something stubborn like that.
He walked back around the car to the driver's side, getting in the car and putting his seatbelt on.
He glanced at you, seeing your disheveled state. Your frizzy hair, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and most of all, your shaking lower body.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, knowing he made you like that all by himself.
"Did you like it?" He asked, pride deep in his voice.
You turned over at him slowly, your eyes heavy-lidded. "Just shut up and drive." You groaned, sick and tired of him.
He put his hands up in surrender. "Whatever you say, ma."
He pushed the gearshift to driving and pulled out of his little parked spot, merging himself on the slightly empty highway.
Throughout the rest of the car ride it was quiet—only because both of you guys left off some heavy steam.
And that felt amazing.
HIIIIIIIII, so yes that was my Jey Uso fanfic. Soo, since I love Jey so much I will maybe make a fanfic of him (which will be x reader and maybe x black oc) on ao3 which will just be a toxic and sexual relationship like this here. But before I will do that I will be posting a Rhiyo slowburn either next week or the week after so stay tuned!
fem reader being turned on after aniya goes off on kc in that tiny pink dress at movie night and aniya notices and they do a lil something something
ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: me not realizing this was an option sooner. i love you, anon. may your pillow be cold on BOTH sides. deadass. i’m still in a weird place with the smut without making it sound so cringe, please be patient with me bae (18+ mdni)
the tension in the villa had been brewing for weeks, but movie night turned the place into a shit show.
watching aniya stand up there in that tiny pink dress, absolutely tearing into kc, did something to you. kuman chandler was a dog, plain and simple. she didn’t deserve an ounce of the shit he’d been pulling behind her back, but seeing her finally step up and demand her respect? it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. the fire in her eyes, the way she held her ground? oh yes.
you were coupled up with some other boy, but honestly, you couldn't care less. he was boring as hell. you’d met niggas with more personality waiting in the line for the bathroom at the club. your mind wasn't even on him. you wanted aniya. you were on her body so so bad, and the urge was getting impossible to ignore.
which is how the two of you ended up tucked away in the private restroom, escaping the drama outside.
the door was locked, cutting off the noise of the villa. you were sitting casual on the edge of the marble counter, in your panties, letting the cool air hit your skin. aniya was standing right in front of you, freshly showered and wrapped up tight in her towel, still riding the adrenaline from the argument.
“i’m just so sick of the bullshit fr,” she muttered, shaking her head as she paced the small space. “i can’t believe i let his dumb ass get me out of character like that.”
you leaned forward a bit, your eyes locked on hers. “you don’t deserve that, baby. for real. you’re too pretty.” your voice was soft but steady. “he doesn’t even fit your life, charge it to the game and move on.”
aniya stopped pacing, looking at you properly. the frustration in her face started to soften. “you’re so right,” she said, taking a slow breath.
you couldn’t help but just stare at her. up close like this, without all the villa cameras and the noise, she was breathtaking. the glow of her skin, the way the towel hugged her shoulders. everything about her was hitting you all at once.
“exactly,” you murmured, your voice dropping a little lower. “fuck him.”
you didn’t even consciously make the decision to move. one second you were on the counter, and the next, you’d stepped down into her space. the distance between you completely closed.
she had a few inches on you, but you didn’t mind the height difference at all. you reached up, your hand finding the sides of her face, your fingers resting gently against her jawline, the other around her waist. aniya paused, her breath catching in her throat as she looked down at you, her dark eyes wide but entirely locked onto yours.
“you are so beautiful.”
you didn't say another word. you just leaned in, tilting your head slightly, and brought her lips directly to yours.
soft whimpers left her lips as you trailed your kisses down to her chest, and the towel finally gave up resting at her feet. neither of you moved to pick it up.
the mirror was clear of the steam from the shower, you moved behind her. admiring your reflection, how good the two of you looked together.
“you just don’t know how bad i’ve wanted you,” you murmured against her ear. hands finding her hips.
“show me,” she said, voice had gone breathy. “please.”
your fingers pressed into the skin at her hips. she swayed backward, her ass meeting your front.
“those lames don’t deserve you, baby.” you said. the words came low, your lips brushing her outer ear. your free hand toying with her nipple.
her head fell back against your shoulder, throat exposed. a single drop of water slid from her hair down the column of her neck, and you tracked it with your fingertip, tracing where it disappeared.
“fuck them,” you said. “especially kc.”
“fuck kc,” she moaned, and you smiled. you loved the sound of that.
your hand slid lower. past her navel. her thighs parting before you even asked. she was soaking and it wasn’t from the shower she’d just taken.
aniya’s breath hitched as your fingers parted her lips. your middle finger tracing the seams of her, knees buckling in response. you held her with your other arm around her waist, holding her upright against you.
“look at yourself,” you said.
her eyes were closed.
you pressed harder, circling the swollen bud that made her body jerk. “look, baby.”
her eyelids fluttered open. in the mirror, she was a wreck already, lips parted and shiny with spit, hair falling loose. her chest heaved. the reflection showing everything. your hand between her legs, her wet thighs, the way she’d already begun to rock into your palm.
“grab the towel,” you said.
“what?”
“the one on the counter. bite it.”
her confusion lasted only a second before understanding flickered across her face. she folded the small towel twice and bit into it.
your fingers worked her open slowly. one inside, then two. the stretch made her moan, the sound muffled into something guttural. her teeth clenched around the fabric. her hips beginning to move. your palm ground against her clit.
“this is what you needed,” you said against her temple. “you’re are so, so beautiful, baby.”
her response came as a low moan through the towel.
your free hand drifted upward. fingertips tracing her sternum, the hollow of her throat, and then your palm settled there. not squeezing, not restricting, just present. the pressure was enough to feel her swallow. enough to feel the frantic beating of her pulse.
“i just want to make you feel good, my pretty girl.”
her pulse hammered faster as your fingers curled inside her, finding just the spot to make her vision blur. a strangled cry leaving her moth, her hips snapping forward. the towel nearly slipped from her mouth. you caught it, pressing it back between her teeth, and kept working her through it.
the mirror had fogged again. not with shower steam, but with the heat of your two bodies pressed together. you could still see her face, though. the way her brows drew together. the way her eyes kept trying to close and she kept fighting to keep them open, watching herself get closer, watching your hand at her throat, watching your fingers disappear inside her.
“you’re doing so good baby,” you praised, and she shattered.
not dramatically—not the screaming, back-arching performance that you both do in your couples to boost egos. this was smaller and messier. her thighs clamped around your hand. her back arched. you held her through it, fingers still moving, throat still resting in your palm, letting her ride the spasms until her knees gave out entirely.
she rested against you, chest heaving. the towel dropped into the sink.
for a long moment there was only breathing. hers ragged, yours steady. then the voices came frm outside.
aniya’s reflection stared back at her, wide-eyed, still trembling. but she didn’t move to cover herself. didn’t reach for the towel. instead, her hand found yours, the one still slick with her, and she lifted it to her mouth. her tongue darted out, tasting herself on your fingers.
and that’s when you knew, you were in way too deep.
req: can you something suggestive/smutty with carl? that picture of him with his big ass tongue keeps coming to mind. also, love your work 🫶🏽😝
synopsis: you and carl were in bed and he decided to risk it all and give you exactly you’ve been needing.
warnings: smut
a/n: im so hungryyyy oml
You guys were lying down in the bed that you shared with like 10 different couples at once. The lights were down low and all you could hear was kissing from the bed next to you.
Kenzie and Dylan sadly.
Anyway, Carl had his lip thing in the bed with him. He didn’t put it on just yet because he wanted to kiss you. And maybe do some other stuff with you too.
“You sleep?” Carl whispered to you.
“Nope, they’re loud as fuck.” You said loudly. And the kissing noises stopped, with a couple of giggles coming from the others.
He silently chuckled and kissed you. “M’hungry baby.” He told you.
You kissed him back. “Wanna go sneak in the kitchen?”
“That’s not what I’m hungry for.” He said, sinking lower to your wet heat.
“W-what are you hungry for then?” You asked, knowing the answer already.
He pulled your panties down. “This.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he gave your folds a couple of licks, causing you to arch your back.
You could definitely kept quiet, or so you thought. He was making you feel so good.
“Carl..” you moan quietly.
He latched his mouth on your clit. You moaned a little loud but covered your mouth mid moan.
“Gotta be quiet for me, love.” He said, now starting to devour your pussy. You moaned into your hand, it felt too good to be quiet.
“So close, Carl. M’gonna cum.” You announced.
He kept devouring you and sucking you up until you came all over his face. He made sure to lick you clean and pull your panties back up.
“Thank you for the meal.” He said, chuckling.
You rolled your eyes playfully before falling asleep.
author's note : my first blurb or whateva !! many more to come though but enjoy love's ♡ btw this isnt proof read so ignore any typo's yall 😭
synopsis : in which duke and reader enjoy their first date with each other!
pairing : duke dennis x black!fem reader
warnings : rated r language, no smut, fluff with a mix of flirty touching mostly
it was you and duke’s first date together, you enjoyed his flirtatious & charismatic personality. he was also very handsome in person.
you were so mesmerized by his facial features you didn’t even realize he was talking to you. his smooth skin seemed to glow under the soft interior lights of the truck, and the way his lips moved as he spoke was entrancing.
“take a picture it’ll last longer ma.” duke said with his famous smirk, showing off his shiny grills.
you snapped out of your trance, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “boy please, i was looking behind you outside the window.” you teased back.
duke chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “nah but for real tho, im starting to fuck with you heavy.” he said placing his hand on your thigh and gently rubbing it.
you felt your heart race a little faster, the warmth of his touch sent a throbbing feeling to your area.
"oh? is that so?" you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.
duke’s gaze softened as he looked at you. "mhm, for real. i ain't felt this way in a minute," he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard.
you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as you looked away, trying to process what he just said. “you really mean that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper
duke nodded, his hand still gently rubbing your thigh. “yea, i do. you different, ma. i like that,” he said, his voice low and husky.
the rain continued to hit against the windows, the moment felt perfect, like something out of a dream. you turned back to duke, meeting his gaze. “i’m starting to fuck with you too,” you confessed, a shy smile playing on your lips.
duke’s smirk widened, his eyes lighting up. “good, cause i most definitely ain’t lettin’ you go anytime soon,” he said, leaning in closer.
you felt your heart skip a beat as Duke leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours. the rain outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.
duke’s lips curved into a satisfied grin before he closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.
the kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened, filled with all the pent-up emotions y’all both had been holding back.
you felt yourself melting into the kiss, your worries and thoughts fading away as you got lost in the moment.
the kiss grew more intense, and you felt yourself growing wetter each second. you could feel the heat radiating from him, only the soft sounds of y’all’s kisses filled the car.
you felt him slip in his tongue, and place his hand around your throat not to tightly but firm enough.
you pulled back before he could and took a deep breath in his lips were covered in your lip combo you had on.
“i really had a good time tonight with duke, i enjoyed myself and the dinner.” you said rubbing your fingers through his goatee hair.
“duh had to make a good impression on the first date for my future wifey.” duke said teasing you
“im future wifey now? oh okay.” you said giggling at him.
“of course, shit you been was when i laid my eyes on you but that’s another story for later, let me walk you to your door.” duke said while reaching in the backseat for his umbrella.
the rain continued to pour, creating a soft melody against the roof of the truck. he got out and quickly opened the umbrella, rushing around to your side to get you under the umbrella.
you both walked towards your front door, the rain tapping a gentle rhythm on the umbrella above.
now standing in front of your door, you turned around and looked up at duke’s face.
"thank you again for tonight," you said all soft-like putting your hands around his neck and playing with his dreads.
duke grinned, smooth as ever, putting his hands on your ass. "this is just the beginning, trust."
you leaned in to kiss him one last time before you went inside for the night.
🌷Pairing: The Shield × wrestler!fem! Reader (fluttershy personality)
🌷Fandom: WWE × reader, Wrestler × Reader
🌷Summary: Wrestlemania. The biggest event for WWE and this year a return that will have the biggest pop of the year.
🌷Word Count: 3.7k
🌷Warnings: Injuries, mentions of blood, Logan Paul (he definitely deserves his own warning) hospital scene
🌷Requests: Open (Request Rules)
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🌷 ||Previous Part|| Masterlist
February 2026
Elimination Chamber
Years have passed since the TLC match, and the hallways of WWE have changed. New wrestlers filled the halls, older wrestlers started to retire so the new generation can pace their own path,and some wrestler’s returned. Dean was included with those leaving his storyline wasn’t moving and he was getting frustrated with it. It was weird not having your lunatic with you,but you understood why he left. Besides it wasn’t like you didn’t live with him, and the other two.
During the time of Dean leaving, Roman starting the Bloodline, and Seth dealing with the Vision,you were given the role of mentor when the new wrestlers would join. When Iyo Sky was moved from NXT to WWE you took her under your wing until she joined Asuka, you also got really close with Rhea Ripley occasionally doing matches with her.
When you had the time, and a free schedule you would fly out to the AEW matches to support Mox. You were a normal sight to them now, and you even met the Death Riders when you visited.
Tonight you had a match against Liv Morgan before the Women’s elimination chamber match which you were accompanying Rhea to. For some reason Liv has her sights set on you,and has been pushing for a match against you. And she was finally granted that fight at Elimination Chamber. So you spent most of the day going through promo’s a few interviews here and there, then finally into the make up artist chair. As you were getting your makeup done Rhea pokes her head with a smile on her face.
“Hey princess someone’s here to see you.” The makeup artist finishes the last part of your look before letting you up from the chair. You walk to where Rhea is standing behind the door.
“Who is it?” You question as she keeps the door open enough for just her head to pop through. Behind the door she’s waving for the person to hide around the corner as you get closer to the door.
“Just come with me and you’ll see.” She replies as she opens the door for you. You look at her skeptically before walking through the door. She shuts the door behind you before clapping you on the shoulder and guiding you towards the corner of the hallway.
“Enjoy your gift princess I’ll see you before your match.” She pats your shoulder before heading into the make up room to get her look ready for later in the night.
“Gift what gift. I’m so confused.” You mutter to yourself watching as she walks away.
“Does that mean you don’t want the gift.” A voice comes from behind you and you freeze for a moment as it processes. You quickly turn around to see Jon standing behind you. Your feet are moving before you even think, and you’re launching yourself at him. He was already expecting this reaction, and braced himself to catch you. You crash into him, wrapping your legs and arms around him as he catches you with a laugh.
“What- how- when did you plan this.” You stammered as you pulled back from the hug to look at him.
“Hello to you too baby doll. Seth and Roman mentioned that you were dealing with a lot from the Judgement Day, and they felt a little bad because they couldn’t be there like they used to. So they called me and I was able to move my schedule around to fly out.”
He explains as he shifts his grip to hold you up by your thighs. Your heart warmed at his words, you knew that Seth and Roman had more demanding promo’s and storylines compared to yours. You had spent some time being apart of both of their respective paths. When Roman started the Bloodline you were there for the beginning of it, and the same with Seth when he started the Vision. Then you got pulled into your own storyline with Rhea and later on Iyo.
“Those two are always noticing the little things.” You mutter to yourself as Jon laughs again.
“It’s because they care baby, and they didn’t want you feeling alone or upset.” He says before placing a kiss to your lips. The two of you kiss for a moment before he’s letting you down onto your feet.
“It seems like she liked her surprise Uce.” Another voice comes from behind you so you turn to see Jey,Jimmy, and Roman standing behind you. You detach yourself from Jon quickly moving towards Roman, and just like you did with Jon you jump on him.
“Thank you baby.” You say as you carefully press your cheek to his being mindful of your makeup. The twins let out a laugh as they watch you jump on Roman.
Roman off camera was so different he wasn’t ashamed to affectionate with you. “Glad you’re happy baby, but that’s not the only reason I came back here.” He says as he pulls away from you slightly.
“I know how the Judgement Day is and I know that Rhea and Iyo will be going to the ring with you, but I’m sending the twins with you as well.” Before you can say anything he’s stopping you. “I know you can handle it yourself but all three of us would feel better if the twins went out with you as well.”
You turn to look at Jon and see him nodding in agreement. You knew if Seth was here he would be nodding along as well, but he’s currently out with an injury so he’s at home resting. You know you won’t win this argument so you agree to it.
“We just care baby. The twins will meet you in the gorilla before your match. Now go enjoy your time I have some promo’s to finish.” Roman says before kissing you in the head and pushing you back towards Jon who happily throws his arm around your shoulders. He’s quick to pull you away wanting as much time with you as possible. You let a giggle as you let him pull you.
“You got an hour until your match so you’re mine until then baby doll.” He says over his shoulder with a wink.
“Just don’t mess up my make up Jon or the make up artist will be mad at you.” He lets out a laugh as he continues to pull you down the hallway.
It was now time for your match, and you were walking down the hallway towards the gorilla. Jon sent you off from the dressing room with a kiss, and a promise to wait for you afterwards. Along the way Rhea and Iyo meet up with you followed by the twins.
The stagehands guide you to the entrance as the rest of your group fall in behind you. They countdown from 10 and then your music hits the arena.
“I’m freezing outside, I feel my skin tight.” The pop is loud as the audience surge to their feet with cheers.
“My coat is inside but I look up at you”
“And accompanied to the ring by the Rhea Ripley, Iyo Sky, and The Usos!!!! Bunnnnyyyyy!!!!” As you walk to the ring you make sure to high five the fans, and even slip some of your bracelets to the younger ones.You climb into the ring as your group moves to stand in front of the commentary tables. You lounge on the ropes waiting for. Liv to arrive, waving to a few of the fans around the ring.
The Judgement Day’s intro hits as Liv makes her way down to the ring. You get off the rope as she climbs into the ring with a smug smile on her face. The two of you circle each other as the referee signals for the bell.
Once the bell rings the two of you are clashing in the ring. You and Liv were exchanging hit after hit before you were able to get Liv on the mat. She kicked out before the referee could count to three,and then you’re both exchanging hits once again. Liv slings you into the ropes using the momentum to hit a clothesline which sends you crashing down to the mat, and she quickly covers you. You kick out before the referee’s hand hits the mat. Liv screams in anger before she grabs you by your hair and begins to drag you to the middle of the ring.
She sits on top of you landing hit after hit on you. You manage to get her off of you and positioned into the perfect spot for you to perform the Falcon Swoop. Raquel climbs onto the apron distracting the referee from Dom moving up behind you. Before you can climb onto the turnbuckle he yanks your feet out from under you which sends you crashing to the mat. Seeing you go down Jey comes flying around the ring and spears Dom into the barrier. JD goes to help but is stopped by Jimmy as Rhea and Iyo take out the rest of Judgement Day.
Back in the ring you push yourself up from the mat and block the kick that Liv was sending your way. You grab her foot, and yank it out from under her sending her crashing to the mat. You quickly climb on top of her, and grab her legs pulling her into your sharp shooter submission hold.
“And Bunny is using the Angel’s Hold on Liv Morgan.”
Liv tries to move her way towards the ropes but you pull her back to the center of the ring and put more pressure into the hold. After another minute drags on Liv finally taps out, and the bell rings as you release her.
“And here is your winner….Bunny!!!!” The referee holds your arm up as Rhea and Iyo slide into the ring quickly wrapping you in a hug. Dom pulls Liv from the ring as the Judgement Day retreats up the ramp with glares on their faces. The twins stand on the side of the ring with smiles on their faces as you celebrate your win. They help you out the ring as the five of you make your way up the ramp and back to the gorilla. Once you’re in the back you get lifted off your feet by Jon.
“You were worried for nothing baby.” He says as he spins you which makes you giggle. He sets you back on your feet and quickly presses a kiss to your lips.
“Roman wanted me to tell you that we’ll be going out for dinner later.” He informs you as you all begin to walk to the catering area to wait for the women’s elimination chamber.
April 2026
Wrestlemania
It was time for Wrestlemania weekend.
One weekend.
Two nights.
So many matches.
Rhea was going against Jade Cargill for the Women’s championship and Roman was going against CM Punk for the World Heavyweight Championship. The weekend was packed full of so many things, so many schedules. And Seth had a huge segment with the Vision, you didn’t know what was exactly happening he kept it a secret,Roman and Jon were acting weird as well.
It was like they didn’t want to see you before any of their activities, and it seemed like they had Rhea in on it too. Anytime you would see Roman or Seth and start walking towards them Rhea would steer you into a different direction. It really started to get to you and you were worried that you did something wrong. You ended up loosing Rhea after she went to get dressed for her match, and you were heading towards the gorilla to watch Seth’s upcoming segment.
“I don’t know why they’re avoiding me I don’t think I did anything.” You mutter to yourself as you continue to walk. Suddenly you’re crashing into a chest, and you look up to see Logan Paul in front of you.
“Oh you didn’t do anything sweetheart you probably outlived your usefulness.” He says in that cocky voice he uses in the ring. You try to take a step back but your back collides with Austin Theory. This was giving you flashbacks to when Cesaro and Sheamus took you only this time your boys weren’t there to save you. Well as far as you know, you didn’t know that the reason they were avoiding you was because they wanted to surprise you with a one day shield reunion.
“Boys I’m telling you this isn’t a good idea.” The voice of Paul Heyman fills the hallway as he appears. When he was working with Roman you grew close with the man, he even treated you like a daughter.
“Everything will be fine.” Logan says as Austin grabs you and throws you over his shoulder.
“Man not again.” You mutter to yourself as you dangle over his shoulder.
“We’ll see if he actually comes out.” Logan says as they start to walk towards the gorilla with a nervous Paul following. He was the only one who had seen Seth with Roman and Jon. If anyone knew the consequences of those three reuniting it was him these boys didn’t know what they were getting into when taking you.
The music hits as they make their way to the ring, and just like years ago the stadium is full of boos when the audience sees they have you. When they get close to the ring Austin throws you in it before they climb in behind you. You push yourself up but a foot to your back stops you. Logan was standing above you with his foot on your back and a microphone in his hand.
“Wrestlemania here we are. The grandest stage of the year, what should’ve been my stage, but that was ruined by Seth Freakin Rollins.” As he talks he pushes his foot harder against your back which causes you to wince. One of the boys slide a chair into the ring as Paul Heyman tries to stop them once again.
“Logan don’t this. She’s not involved let her go.” He tries to reason with Logan.
“No this is the way I’m getting him out here.” Logan says as he throws the microphone down and grabs the chair.
“You’re gonna cry for him and we’ll see if he comes out.” The rest of the Vision surrounds him acting like a barrier just in case. The chair comes down and collides with your back as the crowd gasps. The pain is instant spreading across your back like a wild fire, and a scream leaves your mouth.
Meanwhile in the back Rhea is staring at the screen in horror as she watches the chair come down. Before anyone can say anything she’s running through the hallway towards Seth’s dressing room. They moved the segment so Seth didn’t know that the vision was already out there. The three of them are in the room talking as they finished putting their old gear on when Rhea slammed the door open. Her chest heaving and her eyes filled with fear.
“Bunny, ring, Logan with a chair.” She gasped in between breaths.
“Woah woah Rhea slow down and breathe.” Seth says as he moves towards the panting woman.
“Logan and the vision have bunny in the ring. Paul tried to stop them but Logan hit her with a chair.” Rhea managed to get out, and with her words they were already moving towards the ring.
Back in the ring Logan brings the chair down again and another scream fills the air. You roll over trying to get away from the chair as your breath comes out in a wheeze.
Logan throws the chair to the side as gestures for Austin to pick you. You feel yourself getting lifted before you’re thrown back first against the mat. He suplexed you, you’ve been suplexed before but not by someone with this strength.
“Oh my god this terrible someone get out here. Bunny isn’t moving.” The commentators watch in horror as you lay in the mat motionless. Your vision was going in and out as your ears started to ring. Logan goes to hit you again before he’s cut off by someone’s theme. It was a theme that hasn’t been heard in years especially after one of the members went to AEW.
“Sierra.”
“Hotel.”
“India.”
“Echo.”
“Lima.”
“Delta.”
“SHIELD!”
The stadium is electric as the crowd surges to their feet and screams fill the air as they come sprinting down the ramp.
“Oh my god! It’s them! They’re back The Shield is back!”
“Dean Ambrose has returned to Wrestlemania!!”
Paul is automatically scrambling out of the ring as the hounds descend onto the ring. Rhea comes out not far behind them her focus solely on you and keeping you safe. The three of them slide into the ring and automatically attack the Vision. The pack mentality never left them so they easily take them out. Rhea gets to the ring and quickly slides to your side.
“Hey Bunny. Hey can you hear you me.” She says as she gently cradles your head in her hands. Your eyes flutter open at her voice before closing again.
“Come on sweetie open your eyes again. CAN WE GET A MEDIC OUT HERE.” She yells, her words cause the boys to turn and finally look at you. And what they see makes them even more livid. Your body was crumpled onto the mat, your breath coming out in wheezes, and your back was an angry red. They all share a look before focusing in on Logan who finally realized what he had done. He tries to slide out of the ring but Roman grabs him by his ankles and drags him back into the ring.
“You really think you’re gonna get away after what you did.”
“Oh no you just entered your worse nightmare.”
They all circle Logan as the medics finally rush down to the ring with a stretcher. Once you’re out of the ring and brought back up the ramp they unleash hell in the ring. Nothing was stopping them from getting revenge,and the chair that Logan hit you with was used against him. By the time they were done the Vision were just bodies strewn all over the ring with bruises and blood. They climb out the ring and stalk back up the ramp wanting to get to you as fast as possible. Once they’re backstage they head straight to the medical room, and they spot Rhea outside of it.
“Is she okay?” They ask when they’re close enough.
“They had to take her to the hospital to make sure nothing was broken. Her back was already starting to bruise, and they think she has a concussion.” She breathed out her face full of worry. “I have to get ready for my match or I would’ve went with them. The Vision is in major trouble for this Triple H stopped to talk to me and they will have consequences for this stunt. He has a car ready for you in the back.”
With those words the boys tell her bye and head straight to the car that brings them to the hotel. After what felt like eternity to them, they were finally pulling up to the hospital. They were out of the suv before it was fully parked, and made a beeline for the nurses station.
They were still examining you and running tests so the three of them were left in the waiting room. All three of them basically collapse into the plastic chairs the hospital has, all they could do was wait and hope that your injuries weren’t severe. Their legs bounced up and down, they kept glancing towards the doors that led to the back of the ER and their hands couldn’t stop shaking.
After what felt like centuries a doctor finally comes out, and the nurse directs him to where the trio is. All three of them quickly stand, and surround the doctor. The doctor quickly goes over your injuries with them sensing that they wanted to see you as soon as possible. Your injuries weren’t too severe, but you definitely weren’t wrestling for a few weeks. You had a broken rib, your back was badly bruised, and you definitely had a mild concussion. You were also going to be kept over night for observation.
“Are we able to see her?”
“Yes I’ll have a nurse bring you to her room,but I will warn you she will be out of it. We had to give her morphine to help with the pain.” The doctor explains as he guides them back to the nurses station. The doctor hands them off to a nurse who guides them down the hallway.
“She’s in here. If she needs anything just press the nurse call button.” She explains before heading back to her station. The three of them enter, and their hearts ache as they see you in the hospital bed. You hear the door open and look over.
“Hey baby how are you feeling.” Jon asks as they close the door behind them.
“They gave me the good drugs.” You giggle out. They all chuckle as they surround your bed Seth takes the seat beside the bed, Jon sits by your feet, and Roman stands beside it.
“I’m glad you guys are here. I thought I did something wrong when you were avoiding me.” Man these painkillers were making you honest. They all share a look as their chest ache again.
“Oh sweetheart we weren’t avoiding you. We were gonna surprise you with a reunion today,but obviously that was ruined.” Seth explains as he gently grabs your hand.
“Yeah we had finally gotten the green light from both companies to do this small segment today.” Roman says as he gently rubs your head.
“Good good I didn’t want you upset me.” You mutter as you sag into the pillows your body fully relaxing with your boys surrounding you. No matter what and no matter where they were these boys would always be there for you. They were yours and you were theirs. You all would burn the world down for each other.
A/N: this is the final part of this mini series. I organized wasn’t going to make it a series but then I fell in love with this storyline. Thank you to everyone who read this<3
🌷Pairing: The Shield × wrestler!fem! Reader (fluttershy personality)
🌷Fandom: WWE × reader, Wrestler × Reader
🌷Summary: These were your boys and you would burn the world for them.
🌷Word Count: 4.6k
🌷Warnings: fighting, Miz being Miz, injuries,
🌷Requests: Open (Request Rules)
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🌷Part 1 || Masterlist
After the confrontation with the Miz the boys brought you straight to the medic to get you checked out. You sit on the exam table as the medic examines your cheek, the boys spread throughout the room, hovering.
The medic shines a light in your eyes, has you follow the movement of their finger, and checks for a concussion.
“Good news you don’t have a concussion the way that Sheamus knocked you out prevented any extra harm. The cheek on the other hand will probably bruise and be tender for a few days.” The medic says as they set down their light and picks up the ice pack next to them. “Hold this on there for a little bit and it should help with the tenderness.”
You nod as you take the ice pack and hold it up to your cheek. The medic leaves the room to go take care of the Miz who is in the other room. Once the medic is out the room the boys move closer to you. Seth’s hand comes up to fix your still tangled hair, Roman takes the ice pack from your hand and holds it to your cheek for you. Dean hovers nearby acting like a guard dog, his eyes staying glued to the door. This is what people didn’t see, the caring side of the Shield, only reserved for you and their families.
Dean was practically vibrating with anger as the other two focused on you. The only reason he wasn’t taking care of the Miz in that moment is because you needed him.
“Dean I’m fine.” Your voice drags him out of his anger and he turns to where you’re sitting between Roman and Seth. Thanks to Seth your hair was back to normal and the redness has gone down with the help of the ice.
Before he can say anything in return there is a knock on the door and everyone turns as Kurt Angle walks in.
“Easy boys I just came to talk.” Kurt says as he holds his hand up noticing how tense the boys are. All three of them shifting to shield you.
“I just got it confirmed, and you three will be in the main event match at TLC. Against The Miz, Sheamus, and Cesaro.” Once he says what he had to say Kurt leaves the room, leaving the four of you alone once again. The boys all share a look as smirks on their faces.
“I don’t even want to know what the three of you are planning.”
“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head sweetheart.” Seth says as he presses a kiss to your head.
“Yeah we’ll have this handled.” Roman says pressing a kiss to your hand.
“Alright you two no hogging the affection.” Dean quips before pushing the two aside to pull you into a hug. The other two share a look before complaining.
“Come on man you always hog her.”
“Yeah anytime we’re in bed you always pull her onto your chest.”
“We would like the affection too.”
“Well if it wasn’t for me noticing her in NXT we wouldn’t even be here now would be.” Dean fires back as you start to giggle.
He wasn’t wrong when you first joined NXT you were hidden in the back always getting the least eventful matches usually at the very beginning of the show. Then one day you were crashing into Dean’s world, literally. You had been helping some of the staff move equipment boxes and you smacked right into Dean. You quickly apologized and were gone in a whirlwind before Dean was even able to speak. After that encounter he spent the next two weeks looking for you and when he finally found you the two of you clicked instantly. Then he introduced you to Seth and Roman, you clicked with them quickly.
“Guys there’s plenty of me to go around you don’t need to fight.” You finally say as you reach up to pinch Dean’s cheek. He gently swats your hand away as you let out another laugh. All three of them go back to bickering as you watch with a smile. These were your boys and you would burn the world for them.
It was now the Raw before TLC and you were accompanying the boys down to the ring interrupting Kurt Angle. You were put in the middle of the group, Roman behind you, Seth and Dean in front of you. The bruise on your cheek has now faded to a brownish yellow so you were able to smile fully without any pain. As you walked down the stairs you make sure to high five a few of the fans,smiling when you saw the excitement after doing it. When the four of reach the barricade Seth jumps over followed by Dean, once they’re over they turn back towards you. Roman’s hands settle on your waist and he helps you over the barricade. Ever since the Miz got his hands on you the previous week the boys have been more touchy than usual.
They slide into the ring as you prop yourself on the ropes. Kurt Angle was standing in the middle of the ring as the three of them circled around him. The chant starts low before it grows in volume.
“This is awesome”
“This is awesome.”
Kurt slowly backs out of the center of them as the crowd continues to chant.
“Does everybody here want to hear from the Shield?” The audience cheers as Kurt nods.
“Here you go.” He hands Roman the microphone.
“That was good choice Kurt, because when the hounds come down to this ring. You got two choices you get out of our yard or we beat your ass.” The crowd cheers at Roman’s words then Seth is taking the microphone from him.
“Take it easy big dog. Thank you Kurt we appreciate the ring. Man does it feel good to be out here. And it is amazing how things come full circle. 5 years ago the shield had its very first match at TLC. And that night we dominated. And every single night after that. When we were in this ring together we dominated.” As Seth talks you notice Kurt climbing out of the ring, and moving towards the ramp.
“And then one day that all went away, but I am proud to stand here five years later in this ring with my brothers and my girl because the Shield is back and better than ever!!!” The crowd cheers as Seth throws his arms around Dean, and Roman moves towards the ropes looking out at the cheering fans. Dean is handed the microphone next.
“Nobody in the history of this business divides and conquers like the Shield. Nobody fights longer or harder than the Shield. There is no force of nature on this earth as powerful as the Shield. Maybe I got a little ahead of myself last week when I said we’d take on 3..4..5,6 guys ya know or whatever. Maybe I got a little ahead of myself, maybe that wasn’t such a smart idea. But you know if I could go back and do it again I’d say the exact same thing.” You shake your head with a smile at the end of his speech as the crowd cheers.
“Because we just don’t care and we didn’t put on our Sunday best tonight to come out here to talk about it. so I say you four come on out here right now and we throw down right here.” The crowd erupts at Dean’s words and the three of them move around the ring. Roman stops in front of you and gets you from the rope that way they’re positioned in front of you, and you can slide out the ring.
The screens light up as Braun Strowman’s intro blares through the arena. He comes out with the Miz, Cesaro,and Sheamus following behind him.
“Woah woah hold on. HOLD ON A SECOND!!” Kurt says as he looks between the two groups.
“We cannot have a three on four match tonight save it for this Sunday.” The crowd boos at Kurt’s words.
Kurt points at Cesaro and Sheamus
“Cesaro and Sheamus you want your tag team title match tonight. Don’t you make a move.” He points to Braun. “Braun Strowman you want to be in that steel cage with Roman Reigns tonight don’t you make a move. Cause tonight’s Raw is gonna make history oh it’s true. It’s damn true.” Kurt’s music fills the arena as the boys keep their eyes on the four at the top of the ramp.That night was full of excitement and anticipation.
It was now Sunday, the day that everyone was looking forward to. Well almost everyone, Roman was sick and couldn’t participate in the match anymore. You were worried about Seth and Dean being in a five on two match, but Kurt announced that he was going to join them. And what made it worse was that the two of them didn’t want you anywhere near the ring. They knew this match was going to be brutal and they didn’t want the other team using you against them.
You were now following them through the hallways as they made their way towards the locker room where Kurt was. You weren’t dressed in your gear since you didn’t have a match that night, you weren’t even dressed in your own clothes. You didn’t want to dig through your suitcase so you stole one of Dean’s hoodies, and a pair of Seth’s sweatpants. If you were going to be stressing the whole night over them then you were gonna be comfortable.
Your hand was held by Seth’s as they continued the walk to the locker room. The door to the locker room was open and you could see a cameraman standing right in front of Kurt. The stagehand standing by the door gives them a nod signaling that’s it time for them to enter. Seth let’s go of your hand and they both enter the room. You know when they’re in front of the camera because the audience erupts with cheers.
“How are you doing guys, you here to talk strategy?”
“No. No, that’s not why we’re here.”
“Listen I know you guys wanted to do this on your own,2-on-5, but I couldn’t let you do that. I mean I don’t know what I have left. It’s been eleven years since I’ve been in the WWE ring, but what I do have left, I’m gonna give one hundred percent of. I know everyone wanted to see the shield ton-“
“Kurt, Kurt. Look we know why you did what you did and we respect that. We didn’t come here to talk strategy. We came here to give you this.” Seth holds up the black vest that he’d been carrying in the hallway.
“For me.” Kurt takes the vest with a smile as Dean speaks up.
“And we’re going out in our Shields tonight baby. We are in. We’re all the way in.”
“Oh I’m in. You can believe that.” Seth pats Dean on the back before they leave the locker room. They stop beside you and gesture for you to follow them. You hold your hand up telling them to wait a second, before you step into the locker room. Kurt looks up when he hears more footsteps and he’s not surprised to see you walking in. The camera swings towards you as the crowd erupts again,only this time you were wearing a serious look on your face.
“Hello Kurt.”
“Hello Bunny.”
“I know you have to prepare so I won’t take much of your time. So I’m gonna keep this short and sweet for you. I’m not speaking to you as the general manager, I’m speaking to you as another wrestler.” You take a step closer to him as the audience watches everything unfold in front of them. They weren’t used to seeing you this serious outside the ring.
“You let anything bad happen to them and I mean really bad happens to them out there.
I will make you regret going out there, I’ll make you regret setting this match up. I do appreciate you going out there with them since Roman is out, but if I need to interfere for my boys I will.” Kurt was taken a back at how dead set and serious you were, all he could was nod. You nod back at him before going back out into the hallway, and follow your boys to go get their gear.
You now stood backstage with them wanting more time with them before they go out.
“Sweetheart don’t worry we’re gonna be just fine.” Seth says as he takes in your worried expression.
“I know that but Roman’s not here and we don’t know how Kurt’s going to be in the ring.” You voice out your concerns as Dean throws his arm around your shoulder.
“Don’t worry your pretty head baby. We’re gonna crush them.” He says before pulling you into a kiss. He knew that their kisses made you melt and distracted you from your thoughts. He pulls back with a smirk as he sees the worried look disappear.
“Works everytime.” You reach up and whack his chest.
“Not fair you can’t do that every-“ You’re cut off by Seth swooping in next with a kiss. When he pulls away your cheeks are flushed slightly.
“You guys can’t do this every time I get worried.” You complain as you stomp your foot.
“Aww look at that Dean the little bunny is angry with us. Whatever shall we do.”
“Yes whatever shall we do.” They share a look before they both start peppering your cheeks with kisses.
“Alright alright I get it.” You say in between giggles. They stay beside you until it’s time for them to go to their spot. A stagehand comes up to your little group and they let them know it’s time. They both give you one last kiss before they follow the stagehand to where they need to be. You stare at their backs until they’re out of sight then move to the gorilla so you can watch the match. The boys knew that you would be watching from there so they had a chair brought in for you, and stagehand pointed you to where it sat.
You sat in the chair and automatically glued your eyes to the screen,nervously gripping the hoodie sleeves. Normally you wouldn’t feel like this when it came to a match,but Roman wasn’t here, it was 5 against 3, and Kurt didn’t understand the Shield dynamic. You also knew how Braun fought, and that worried you even more. You already knew the outcome of the match but that doesn’t mean the boys won’t get hurt. As long as the outcome was accomplished no one cared about how it was especially in tables,ladders,and chairs.
On the screens in front of you Miz and his five teammates were shown,they were having one last conversation before they went out to the ring. And the Miz’s words made your blood freeze and your body tense up. You already had a gut feeling that you would need to get involved, and that sentence confirmed it. No one was gonna harm your boys.
“Awesome!!” The Miz’s theme blares through the arena as the audience cheers in anticipation, the energy made it feel like the arena was buzzing.
The bell rings as the announcer speaks.
“The following contest is a 5-on-3 handicap Tables,Ladders,and Chair match. There will be no disqualifications. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission. Introducing first residing in Hollywood, California weighing in at 221 pounds. He is the intercontinental champion, The Miz!!!!” Miz holds his championship belt up in the air as you listen to the commentary team.
“Now ladies and gentlemen for the twentieth time in WWE history we have a tables,ladder and chairs match. This all began back in the year 200 at Summerslam. Edge and Christian defeating the Dudley Boyz and the Hardy Boyz in the first ever TLC match.” As Micheal speaks Miz makes his way down to the ring.
Next to walk out is Cesaro and Sheamus decked out in their green gear. Kane comes out next as the commentary team continues to speak, and you scowl as one of the commentators call Dean a big mouth. Finally Braun comes out and makes his way to the ring.
“Sierra.”
“Hotel.”
“India.”
“Echo.”
“Lima.”
“Delta.”
“SHIELD!”
The cameras pan across the arena as the Shield’s intro is played through the speakers. It focuses on the top of a stairway and you can see Seth and Dean standing at the top. Kurt then makes his appearance behind them before they make their descent into towards the ring. Your eyes now stayed glued to screen as your hands tighten on the hoodie sleeves. You watch the the three of them circle the ring just like they would with Roman there. All three of them climb onto the apron with chairs in their hands.
They all dive into the ring as the referee signals for the bell. You watch them with bated breath as they hit all of them with the chairs successfully knocking Miz,Sheamus and Cesaro out of the ring. You watch as the three of them work together and take down the other men. Your hands relax slightly as you see them holding their own well. You now watch as Seth and Dean dismantle one of the announcer tables before Sheamus and Cesaro attack them.
Moments go by and your heart leaps to your throat when you watch Dean and Seth jump from the top of the ladders and land on top of Kane and Braun successfully destroying two of the announcer tables. Kurt slings the Miz into the ring before Sheamus and Cesaro double team him. You wince as Sheamus and Cesaro send a ladder into Kurt’s ribs.
“Come on boys Kurt needs you.” You murmur with worry in your voice then sigh in relief when they slide into the ring and stop them. Then your anxiety shoots back up as the boys are taken out of the ring. This match was going to send you into an early grave.
The match continues and your heart drops when you see Braun setting a table up outside the ring, a bad feeling starting in the pit of your stomach. Three referees quickly rush to the fallen body of Kurt and wave for two of the medics. You stand up from the chair as you see Kurt being lifted up by the medics, your boys were about to be all alone out there, and they were just being abused by the chairs. You watch as the medics slowly help Kurt up the ramp, and with the help of a few stagehands you get a section cleared for them to lay Kurt down. You knew he was in pain and couldn’t make it all the way to the medic room.
The medic’s successfully get him back into the gorilla area and laid in the spot you cleared out. Your back was to him as you stood in front of the monitors watching the match. He could see how tense you were and how tightly you were hugging yourself.
“I’m sorry.” You hear him say.
“It’s fine you’re injured. You can’t compete, but that just means I will interfere when I need to-“ You stop as your eyes widen in horror as a garbage truck backs in. They drag Dean and Seth towards the back of it and you sigh in relief when you see them fight back. They take off towards the Miz who starts running back towards the ring, and he tries to escape through the crowd. Dean drags from on top of the barricade, and Seth drags him back up the ramp with Dean following. They set up a table and go after the Miz as he tries to crawl to the backstage area. Your mouth drops in shock as Kane hits Braun from behind before choke slamming through the stage.
Kane slams Dean and Seth through two tables, and you gasp as you see Dean’s head bounce off the table. Your eyes follow as they drag Seth towards the garbage trucks and Cesaro carries Dean over to its You start to move towards the ramp before you notice Braun crawling out from the stage, and stalking across the stage. Miz tries to calm Braun down before he’s slung into the screen wall, he takes out Cesaro followed by Sheamus, before he finally reaches Kane. The rest of them save Kane, they all gang up on Braun before they throw him into the garbage truck.
The garbage truck leaves as they focus back on Seth and Dean now dragging them towards the ring. Seth is pinned to the mat but the pin is broken by Dean who slides into the ring.
You finally have enough and stalk towards the ramp.
“Wait I’m going with you.” Kurt’s voice stops you and you turn to see him standing behind you. He was holding himself together even though you could see the pain in his eyes. You send him a nod before running to the ramp, you knew the boys were gonna be mad but no one gets to hurt them like that. Your music hits the arena as you go sprinting down the ramp, the floor basically shaking from the shock and excitement of the fans.
“ITS BUNNY!”
“What’s she doing here?”
“It’s a no disqualifications match so it looks like she’s coming to help the shield.”
Kurt’s music hits next and he comes out holding one of his ribs but it doesn’t stop him. You slide into the ring dodging Sheamus and Cesaro who slide out the ring to go after Kurt. You stand in front of the Miz and Kane with anger radiating off you, cold hard glare on your face. Dean looks up from his spot outside the ring and his eyes widen in horror as he see’s you standing in the ring.
“Bunny no!” You shoot him an apologetic look as you launch yourself at Kane. He tries to grab you but you dodge and send your feet into his stomach, this was your Flutter Kick. You would point your feet a certain way and send them right into the gut of your opponent. Kane stumbles back as your feet connect and Dean uses this moment to yank him out the ring. He wasn’t gonna let Kane put a hand on you. With Kane out the way you zero in on the Miz.
“First you use me to get my boys out.” You take a step forward. “Then you try to put them in a garbage truck tonight.” Another step. “And now you toy with them like they aren’t human.”
The Miz tries to move away but you grab him before he can get away. You use your momentum sending him towards the rope he ricochets back to you and you clothesline him with you move the Wing Snap. He hits the mat hard as he wheezes from the impact. You quickly climb onto the top turn buckle before jumping off it and landing right on the Miz.
“Oh and Bunny just used the Falcon Swoop on the Miz.”
“Her knees went right into the chest of the Miz.”
With the Miz now sprawled out on the mat, you lean down and get a few inches from his face. “The next time you think you can touch my boys like you did tonight, you’ll be leaving in an ambulance.” You seethe before you reaching up and slapping him across the face like he did to you. You land a few more hits on him, his face turning red where you slapped him. You climb off of him as you notice Dean, Seth, and Kurt now standing around the ring. Already knowing what they’re about to do you move out the ring completely.
You watch as they complete the triple power bomb and Kurt pins Miz to the mat.
One..
Two..
Three…
And just like that the match is over as the bell rings. Your boys did it they won, and you couldn’t be happier. You watched them from the ramp celebrate with Kurt in the ring with a smile on your face. They slide out of the ring to join you on the ramp. They both limp slightly as they walk, Dean holds his ribs,and you can see that every step is full of pain. You reach out to them once they’re close enough and you let them lean on you as the three of you make the way up the ramp.
“Ya know baby Roman is probably mad that you came out here.” Dean pipes up from your left side.
“Ugh don’t remind me. He’s probably blowing my phone up right now.” They both laugh before wincing.
“Come on you two let’s get you to the medical team.” You guide them backstage and the medics were waiting in the gorilla. They take both of them from you and whisk them away to the medical rooms. Knowing that they were in good hands you grab your phone from where you left it, and sure enough there were multiple missed calls from Roman. You let out a sigh before calling him back, better to get it over with.
The phone only rang two times before he picked up, and his raspy voice came through the phone. “What the hell were you thinking baby doll going out there like that.”
“Hello to you too.” You mumble. “I wasn’t just going to let them keep beating on the boys like that.”
“I don’t care you could’ve been hurt. And I know they feel the same way. I watched you in the locker room with Kurt, and I watched Dean’s face when he realized you were in the ring with Kane. Don’t you ever do that again.” He scolds.
You keep the phone pressed to your ear as you begin to walk in the direction they took Seth and Dean.
“I would do it again in the heartbeat for all of you. You guys make sure I’m protected, that I’m safe, but you don’t treat yourselves the same way. And you guys are mine just as much as I’m yours so I’ll protect what’s mine.” That silenced him for a good minute.
“Just make sure you come home in one piece. All of you.” He finally says as you reach the entrance to the medical room. Dean and Seth were both sat with ice packs pressed to their bodies. They both look up when you enter the room, noticing the phone pressed to your ear.
“Is that Roman?” Seth asks and you nod.
“He’s been jumping you for your stunt hasn’t he?” Dean questions with a smirk and you flip him off.
“When and where sweetheart.” You ignore him as you sit between the two of them and put your phone on speaker. You all spend the next few minutes talking to Roman, before hanging up so he can get more rest. You put your phone in your lap before leaning against Dean’s side.
“Don’t ever do this type of match again.” You say softly. They both look at you when they hear you. Seth reaches over with his free hand and grabs yours as Dean shifts and carefully lays his arm across your shoulder.
No matter what, no matter who they were fighting against, you would be there for them. You would burn the world for them just like they would for you.
🌷Pairing: The Shield x wrestler!fem! Reader (fluttershy personality)
🌷Fandom: WWE x reader, Wrestler × Reader
🌷Summary: Everyone in the WWE world knew one thing when it came to the shield. Don’t go after their girl. Even when they aren’t together that’s still a rule that is followed especially when their girl was the most loved female wrestler. Some wrestlers don’t heed the warning and they find out why you don’t touch the Shield’s girl.
🌷 Word Count: 4.2k
🌷Warnings: fighting, cussing, betrayal, Miz being Miz, injuries
🌷Requests: Open (Request Rules)
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🌷 Masterlist
When The Shield debuted in 2012 they took the WWE world by storm,and one rule became known. Don’t touch Bunny.
You were in NXT with all three of them so when they got their WWE contracts you were apart of that package. If you couldn’t go with them then they wouldn’t go, so two days later you were signing your contract.
When you joined NXT you met the boys, and everything clicked between the three of you. Everyone knew where you were one of the boys wouldn’t be far behind. So when you all went to WWE, it became known with the shield don’t go after their girl.Especially when you were the most loved female wrestler. You had taken the heart of the WWE universe when you appeared with the Shield.
Outside of the ring your close friends and family would compare you to Fluttershy from my little pony. You were kind,a little on the shy side,nurturing,and caring. Inside the ring though you were a completely different person once that bell rang you shifted into brutal wrestler. This is how you got your wrestling name, Bunny. One second you could be cute and cuddly the next you could be a brutal and aggressive person. Just like a rabbit they can go from being cute and cuddly to being aggressive. You would even stomp your leg sometimes when you’re mad.
And this made the fans adore you. You were kind to all the fans you met, and then in the ring you were body slamming left and right. You would accompany the boys to the ring, and when Stephanie would appear with Evolution you would make sure she didn’t interfere with the match.
It was one of these moments where the world witnessed first hand what would happen if anyone touched you.
Triple H vs Daniel Bryan for the WWE Championship.
The match was about to start but it was stopped when the rest of Evolution came out. They attacked Daniel Bryan as Triple H and Stephanie watched from the sidelines. The referee tried to stop the attack but no one listened to him as Kane joined in,and choke slammed Daniel into the mat.
Triple H climbed into the ring as the arena filled with a chant for the shield.
“Hounds of justice.”
“Hounds of justice.”
“Hounds of justice.”
As this was happening Stephanie got the attention of the referee, and pointed to the bell.
“Ring the bell.” She demands. The referee argues back and then Triple H steps in.
“Hey you wanna keep working here. Ring the bell.” The referee stands still for a moment before he signals for the bell to be rung. Stephanie stands outside of the ring with a smug look as she mocks Daniel’s yes chant. The crowd sees this and they start booing and chanting no. Triple H reaches down and prepares to drag Daniel Bryan up.
“Sierra.”
“Hotel.”
“India.”
“Echo.”
“Lima.”
“Delta.”
“SHIELD!”
The crowd erupts as the Shields intro echos through the arena. They make their way through the crowd and towards the ring as the fans cheer. All three of them jump over the barricade as the fans begin to look for you.
“The Hounds of Justice are here, but it seems like they’re missing someone.” The commentators say as they notice you aren’t with them which was unusual. They stalk towards the ring and climb up on the apron. As they stand on the side of the ring the rest of Evolution comes out and stands on the opposite side. Stephanie moves around the ring and stands on the ramp watching the chaos getting ready to unfold.
Triple H tries to defuse the tension in the ring when the crowds erupts again. Moving through the crowd was a familiar figure, it was you. You waited for Stephanie to move and distance herself before striking. You made sure to high five some of the younger fans before jumping the barricade. Stephanie is oblivious to you appearing behind her so when takes a step back and collides with a body she automatically tenses up. She slowly turns to see you standing behind her with a smile on your face.
“Ah ah ah you aren’t going anywhere Stephanie.” You giggled as you wag your finger. Meanwhile back in the ring both sides have now stepped foot into the ring.
The WWE universe watches in suspense as another chant fills the arena.
“This is awesome!”
“This is awesome!”
“This is awesome!”
Triple H moves towards the Shield to try and diffuse the situation.
“Stand down.” He points to Dean.
“Stand down.” He points to Roman.
“Stand down.” He points to Seth.
He even turns towards you where you’re standing behind Stephanie
“Stand down. This is not gonna happen.” He stops Kane from advancing on the Shield as he continues to de escalate the situation. When he turns back around Roman delivers a spear to him. And this causes the ring to explode. Everyone was attacking everyone. You stayed outside the ring with Stephanie making sure she won’t get involved. The boys actually preferred this it had you away from the action. They managed to get the rest of Evolution out of the ring before they circled Triple H. He tried to talk his way out of this but then Daniel Bryan delivers a drop kick sending him down to the mat. Kane quickly moves forward and drags him out of the ring as Randy Orton sets his sights on you behind Stephanie. He looks back to the ring where the Shield are now hanging over the ropes and then back to you. Before anybody could move Randy Orton moves towards you and RKO’s you onto the ramp. You hit the ramp hard and your head bounces slightly as the WWE universe begins to yell and boo.
“RANDY ORTON JUST RKO’D BUNNY.”
“BUNNY IS DOWN AND THE SHIELD LOOK MURDEROUS.”
In the ring the boys go rigid as they stare at your crumpled body on the ramp. Even Triple H and Stephanie were staring in horror at what Randy just did. This wasn’t a part of the plan so Stephanie moved towards you as medics came running down the ramp. Before anyone can move again Dean is already moving and slamming Randy Orton into the barricade quickly followed by Seth and Roman. Kane and Batista go to the aid of Randy,but the boys are now on a rampage. Bodies were flying everywhere as Dean landed hit after hit on Randy. As the medics got you on a stretcher more referees and security came running down the ramp to break up the fight. The medics wheeled you up the ramp with Stephanie following behind as the world finally saw what happens when you touch the Shield’s girl.
Well until June 2,2014 the day that Seth turned heel and the Shield was left in shambles. You knew that this was coming but that doesn’t mean it was going to hurt any less. You followed the boys into the ring already preparing yourself for everything that was about to happen. Dean and Seth hold the ropes open for you as Roman helps you up into the ring. Even with everything that’s about to happen they were still your boys. Roman helps you prop yourself up on one of the corners as they move to the middle of the ring after they were all handed a microphone.
“How do we look.” The crowd cheers as Dean smirks. “Cause we feel great. Bruised and beaten up for sure,cause last night we faced our biggest challenge to date. A no holds barred elimination match against Evolution. We did exactly what we said we were gonna do a clean sweep.We eliminated every single member of evolution without suffering a single casualty. Now that is what I call domination!” The crowd cheers as Dean drops his microphone and walks around the ring,looking out at the crowd. Seth is the next to lift his microphone as Dean moves to the corner you’re perched on. You know what he wants to do so you part your legs so he can stand between them. Dean smirks already moving between your parted legs carefully leaning back against you as you prop your arms on his shoulders.
“Adapt or perish that was the whole deal right?” Seth asks as he moves to stand in the center of the ring. “Last night at Payback, the Shield adapted while Evolution perished. And earlier tonight the whole world was a witness to their implosion.” The crowd cheers as Seth laughs.
In the corner with you and Dean he has you lean down so he can whisper in your ear.
“Remember baby don’t step in when everything happens okay. Don’t need that pretty face getting bruised again.” You let out a low laugh at his words as you lightly whack him upside the head.
“I know my part you big goof.” You reply as you turn your attention back to Seth.
“And the reason Evolution perished was because even though they are three of the greatest superstars in history of this industry. They were not one like the Shield in the end they were just three strangers who happened to be standing on the same side of the ring.”
“They weren’t brothers.” Roman says as he puts his hand on Seth’s shoulder. Dean presses a quick kiss to your hand before moving to the center of the ring once again. It was getting close to the climax of the night, and you still weren’t ready for your boys to separate. Well the onscreen them to separate behind the scenes they were still together with you no matter what.
“The men standing in this ring are brothers. This is Evolution.” He holds his hand up with his fingers spread apart. “This is the Shield.” He turns his hand into a fist.
“So Randy Orton bring your ass out here and let me break your jaw with the symbol of excellence.” He throws the microphone behind him as the crowd cheers once again. You hop down from the top of the post as Triple H’s music fills the arena. You circle around the boys stopping by Seth for just a moment to squeeze his arm before moving to stand behind Dean.
Triple H walks out with Randy Orton and a sledge hammer as Seth jumps out the ring to grab a two steel chairs. Randy and Triple H slowly walk towards the ring as Seth slides back into the ring with the chairs. You notice this out the corner of your eye and you have to take a deep calming breath.
“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, what I did better than anybody is adapt. Last night plan A. Tonight is plan B.” Triple H says into his microphone as he points towards the ring with the sledgehammer followed by a laugh. “There’s always a plan B.” You slowly back away already knowing what’s about to happen as Roman and Dean both take a step forward. Seth takes the chair before slamming it into Roman’s back, causing Roman to slump forward and hang over the bottom rope. Dean plays his part well as he looks at Seth in disbelief.
“Oh my god!”
“What just happened?”
Dean goes to attack Seth but is stopped by the steel chair colliding with his mid section. Your hand flies to your mouth as you begin to cry. Playing your own part just as well. Seth slams the chair into Dean’s back as the crowd is filled with boos and cheers. Seth circles the two and lands another hit on Dean’s back. Dean rolls over as he gasps for air as Seth begins to rain hit after hit onto Dean. He lands two more hits before you’re moving to shield Dean’s body with your own.
“And Bunny is now covering Dean Ambrose from Seth’s assault.”
As soon as you’re over Dean, Seth stops the chair before it can hit you. He moves and slams the chair into Roman a few times before he throws the chair to the side. He moves to stand over you mouthing a small sorry before he grips your hair and pulls you off of Dean. As the audience watches this the air is full of boos directed at Seth as he drags you out the ring. The next part of the show was Randy going in with a steel chair, and you couldn’t be a part of that. Seth drops you by the barricade his fingers still buried in your hair as he looks at the ring. He gently rubs your head before letting go of your hair. All you can do for the next few moments is watch in horror as Randy lands blow after blow on your boys. When he’s done the three of them stand in the middle of the ring with smirks on their faces.
A chant begins in the arena and it slowly spreads until the arena is full of fans screaming it.
“You sold out!”
“You sold out!”
“You sold out!”
They look down at the fallen bodies of Dean and Roman as Triple H’s music fills the arena. You lean against the barricade where Seth dropped you, looking at the scene with sad eyes.
“Bunny are you okay?” You hear a small voice ask you, causing you to look up at a younger fan.
“Yeah I’m okay little one.” You reply with a small smile.
“Seth is a meanie.” The little girl says as she looks towards the ring with an angry face. This causes you and her father to let out laughs as you stand up.
“You’re right he is a meanie.” You say as you start to pull off one of the many bracelets you wear with your gear.
“Here you go little one.” Holding the bracelet out to the little girl who takes it with a beaming smile.
“Wow thank you Bunny.”
“Take good care of it for me.” You hold your fist out and she happily bumps it with her tiny one. You send a smile to her father who mouths thank you. You give him a small nod before going to the ring fixing Seth with a small glare. You move your body between the three of them, Dean and Roman. You help Dean and Roman out of the ring letting them both lean on you as you send a middle finger to the authority.
After the show ended you made sure that Dean and Roman got checked out by the medics before heading to the locker room to change. The days coming up were now changed drastically for you.
Your career skyrocketed after the Shield broke up, you built a name for yourself, earning yourself championship opportunities and Wrestlemania moments. You were a beast in the ring never giving your opponents time to breathe, you were a combination of all three of the boys. You even got your own storyline with Aj Lee as your tag team partner. Outside the ring you continued to be your sweet self going to every meet and greet, scheduling time to meet with sick fans,and even helping animal shelters with donations.
Your relationship with the boys didn’t change behind the scenes all three of you were always together. During breaks you were always at one of their houses or seeing one of the families. Dean and Roman still stayed close onscreen so you would accompany the two of them to the ring most of the times.
The years go by, storylines come and go, there were even times where the shield would reunite for a moment.
And it was now October 9th 2017. A new storyline has dropped between the boys and the Miz. You didn’t know everything that was happening between your boys and the Miz since you were working your own storylines within the women’s division. So when you were cornered by Sheamus and Cesaro you were confused.
“There’s the little lady.” Sheamus says as he corners you against the wall. You look at the two in confusion before being thrown over Cesaro’s shoulder and carried towards the Miz’s private area. You struggle against his grip before Sheamus knocks you out.
The pair enter the room and Miz looks up from phone smiling when he sees you.
“Okay good you got her. This will make things a lot more interesting.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea? Remember what the shield did to Randy a few years ago when he RKO’d her.” Cesaro questions as he lays you on the couch.
“We’ll be fine. We’re not gonna hurt her too bad. Just a few light slaps to make her look disheveled.”
Sheamus and Cesaro share a look before they give your face a few light taps,hard enough to make your cheeks red but not hard enough to bruise.
“That’s good wake her up when we get to the ring.”
Cesaro picks you up again and they follow Miz down to the gorilla. The walk down to the ring is full of boos as the fans notice that Cesaro has you. Once they’re in the ring Cesaro puts you in one of the chairs as the Miz is handed a microphone . Once the microphone is in his hand he starts talking right away.
“Listen we’ve seen the footage, we’ve heard the rumors, the buzz on social media. Let me just come out and say that Seth,Dean, Roman you can look and stare at each other all you want. And everyone here can fantasize about the three of them coming together and reuniting the Shield!” As Miz talks Cesaro shakes you awake, and you look around disoriented.
“What the-“
“But that’s not reality, the Shield was great in their time hell they were revolutionary,but they don’t want any of this. Listen I saw the looks of Dean, and Seth and Roman and that they shared. And it said our time has passed us by there is a greater revolutionary force standing in this ring.”
You try to get up from the chair but Sheamus pushes you back down forcing you to stay seated.
“Because together,together we have changed the landscape of WWE. We have done something that Brock Lesnar, Undertaker, and John Cena could never do. We put an end to Roman Reigns.”
At his words you start to laugh which causes the Miz to turn around and stare at you.
“And what’s so funny Bunny.”
“You. You really think you put an end to Roman? Please that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. You wouldn’t even be this far if wasn’t for Sheamus and Cesaro. Maybe you should just stick to the movies.” Your words start to anger the Miz and before anyone can say anything his hand is connecting with your cheek. The crowd gasps and the arena fills with boos.
“You shut it all you are to those three is a bed warmer.” He seethes before turning back to the crowd. All of them each grab one of the trophies from the table and begin to clink them together.
“You’re gonna regret that…” You say softly as your cheek begins to throb. Miz ignores you and starts to speak again.
“And I want to dedicate this Mizzy to my unborn child. And to every future child out there that needs a new role model. I-“ The Miz is cut off by Roman’s theme blaring through the arena, and smile makes it way onto your face. When the Miz slapped you Roman was in the back watching it with Dean and Seth, and the three of them went rigid with anger.
“Ladies and gentlemen rumors of his demise have been greatly exaggerated. There is the true big dog.” The commentators are heard over the crowd as Sheamus and Cesaro move the chairs out of the way and push you to sit on the mat instead.
“Well look who it is.The quote on quote big dog standing all the way with the tail between your legs.”
You get up from where they have you sitting on the mat and rush to ropes.
“Roman!”
“Ah ah ah.” Sheamus says before yanking you back. Roman’s face hardens as lifts his microphone up.
“See Miz this is where you shut up now. And you..” He points at Sheamus “let go of my girl. I’m not here to play any games I’m gonna give ya’ll one chance to let my girl go and get up out my ring.”
“Woah woah. You’re gonna stand up there by yourself talking like a tough guy. I thought the whole mantra of Roman Reigns is talking’s cheap. Roman Reigns is all about action but you know damn well that you are going to do nothing, because there is four of us and only one of you. So maybe…” The Miz stops talking as the crowd begins to chant for the Shield.
“When my hand goes up your mouth goes shut.” The Miz says as he raises his hand into the air.
“Wish it was your mouth shutting instead.” You snap as you try to get out of Sheamus’ hold. The Miz turns to you then looks at Sheamus. “Shut her up.” Sheamus nods and slaps his hand over your mouth.
“So Roman why don’t you go back in the locker room and get Dean and Seth because by the looks of it the rumors of the Shield reuniting are exactly what you are. Nothing but hype.” Roman stands on the ramp completely still as he stares down the Miz, and he smirks as he lifts his microphone up.
“Rumors? Who said anything about rumors, especially when you have our girl hostage when she has nothing to do with this.” He says before throwing the microphone down.
Dean’s music fills the arena as the crowd starts to lose their minds.
“The Lunatic Fringe… Dean Ambrose!!!!”
Sheamus and Cesaro shrug their jackets off, and throw them out ring as Sheamus keeps a tight grip on you.
“BURN IT DOWN!!!!” Seth’s theme follows right after and he makes his way to Roman’s other side.
“And the architect… Seth Rollins!!!”
“This is so real. This can’t be happening.”
“The Miz is given a treat tonight.”
“Miz, Sheamus, Cesaro, Axel they don’t know what to expect. But I guarantee they never expected this.”
“Well Michael they should’ve expected something when they took Bunny and drug her out here.”
“The entire arena is on their feet.” The boys stand at the top of the ramp for a moment all their gazes flickering to where you are, before they start stalking down the ramp. With Dean right at the front. They all circle the ring as the commentators are heard.
“Ambrose, Rollins, Reigns storming down to the ring.”
“Ambrose, Rollins, and Reigns are still out numbered.”
You’re shifted to the middle of the ring as the boys climb up onto the apron. You see Dean jumping up in down his spot, before all of them rush the ring. You’re carefully pulled away and moved to the corner by Roman before he jumps back into the fray. The Miz slides out of the ring as the boys fight the other three. After wiping out the other three Dean notices the Miz standing outside the ring.
He slaps Roman’s chest and gestures to the Miz. All three of them zone in on the Miz who is putting his hands up in an attempt to calm them. They all look away from him and turn to you taking in your figure. Your gear was messed up from being carried, your hair was all tangled, and you had a handprint on your cheek from the Miz slapping you. They all turn back to the Miz whose face has now gone pale. Dean and Seth share a look before they’re sliding out of the ring and herding him into the ring where Dean hits him with a Dirty Deeds. The Miz now lays sprawled out on the mat as the boys move through the ring.
Dean and Seth share another look before they pick up the Miz and set up for the triple power bomb. All three of them hold on the Miz before they’re slamming him into the mat. Now standing above the Miz the boys all share a look before Dean puts his fist out followed by Roman and Seth.
“THE SHIELD IS BACK!!!” All three of them jump on the ropes as the crowd cheers. Once they’re done they move towards you in the corner. Dean easily scoops you up in his arms as Roman and Seth hold the ropes open for him. Before he leaves the ring Roman delivers one last kick to the Miz’s side. “Next time leave our girl out of it.”
He slides out of the ring following behind the rest of you as you lean your head against Dean’s chest.
“We got you now sweetheart.” Seth says as he gently runs his fingers through your hair starting to unknot it.
“The Miz will pay for this don’t worry.” Roman says from your other side as he looks at your cheek that was still red from the slap.
Everyone was reminded once again. Don’t mess with the Shield’s girl.
Summary — your toddler insists that you are pregnant
This is inspired by freaky toddler intuition and how they are able to predict that their mom is pregnant.
Word count —1k
Tagging— @sinofwriting @checkeredflagggs
The first time your toddler Emmy says it, neither of you think much of it. Mostly because she’s two, and two-year-olds say bizarre things with complete confidence. One minute she’s asking where the moon goes during the day, and the next she's insisting the dog has a driver’s license.
So when your daughter looks up from her crayons at the breakfast table and casually says, “Mommy’s got a baby in her tummy,”
you almost don’t process it. The spatula in your hand scrapes loudly against the pan. Across the kitchen island, Cody slowly lowers his coffee mug.
“…What?” he asks carefully.
Your daughter doesn’t even look up. She’s far too focused on aggressively coloring outside the lines of a dinosaur coloring book.
“Baby,” she repeats simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You blink at Cody.
Cody blinks at you.
Your daughter hums happily to herself.
Then Cody, with complete seriousness, asks, “Are we having a baby?” You let out an immediate laugh.
“Cody, I think I’d know if we were having a baby.”
“Okay, but she sounded weirdly sure.”
“She also told me yesterday that our dog works at Target.”
“That’s true,” he says thoughtfully. “But this feels different.”
You snort, turning back to the stove.
“You are not getting medical advice from a toddler.”
Cody keeps staring at your child like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.
“Hey Emmy,” he says, leaning closer. “Who told you Mommy has a baby?”
Your toddler shrugs.
“Baby told me.”
That makes both of you freeze.
“…Okay,” Cody mutters. “That was creepy.”
It should’ve ended there but it didn’t because a couple of days later, you’re folding laundry on the couch while your toddler climbs all over the cushions beside you. She suddenly stop’s, and places both tiny hands on your stomach, and whisper,
“Baby sleeping.”
You laugh, though it comes out a little nervous.
“No baby’s in there, bug.”
“Yes there is.”
“Nope.”
“Uh-huh.”
Before you can answer again, the front door opens and Cody walks in carrying grocery bags. Your toddler gasps dramatically. “Daddy!” they yell, launching off the couch. “Mommy’s got a baby!”
Cody nearly drops the eggs. “She’s still on this?” he asks, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Yes she is and she’s very insistent about it.” you say dryly.
But Cody’s staring at you now. Really staring. And suddenly you’re hyperaware of everything. How exhausted you’ve been lately. How coffee smelled awful this morning. How your jeans have been feeling a little tighter than usual. You shove the thought away immediately. Nope. Absolutely not.
That night, after your toddler finally crashes face-first into their pillow after demanding three bedtime stories and exactly one sip of water six different times, you and Cody collapse into bed.
The TV plays quietly in the background. Cody rolls onto his side to look at you.
“So.”
You don’t even open your eyes.
“No.”
“You knew what I was gonna ask?”
“You’ve been looking at me like I’m a science experiment for two days.”
He smiles. “Can you blame me? Our kid keeps acting like they’ve got insider information.”
“Our kid also ate a crayon last week.”
“That’s unrelated.”
You finally open your eyes, smiling despite yourself. The second you look at him, his expression softens. And there it is. That tiny flicker of hope he’s trying so hard to hide.
It catches you off guard. Because you had talked about another baby once.
Late one night. Your toddler had barely turned one and was snoring softly in the next room while Cody traced lazy circles across your back.
“Think we’ll have another one someday?” he’d whispered.
You’d smile sleepily.
“Maybe.”
Then life happened.
Schedules.
Flights.
Work.
Laundry.
Tantrums.
Long nights.
The conversation quietly disappeared beneath everything else.
Now your husband is looking at you like he’s afraid to let himself hope.
“…You really don’t think you are?” he asks softly.
You hesitate.
Only for a second.
And Cody notices immediately, because of course he does.
His eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh my God.”
“No, no, that’s not—”
“Oh my God.”
“I’m probably just tired.”
“You hate coffee right now.”
“I do not hate coffee.”
“You called it ‘evil bean water’ this morning.”
You cover your face with a groan while he starts laughing.
“That is incredibly suspicious behavior.”
Three days later, you’re standing in the bathroom at six in the morning, staring at a pregnancy test while your heart pounds so hard it almost hurts.
Positive.
Actually positive.
You sink onto the closed toilet lid because your knees suddenly don’t seem to work anymore.
“Oh my God.”
Your hands tremble as you stare at the little pink lines. You don’t even hear Cody walk in.
“Baby?” he asks sleepily from the doorway.
You look up. The second he sees your face, he’s fully awake.
“What happened?”
You can’t find the words. Instead, you silently hold out the test Cody gently takes it and looks at the test and then back at you smiling.
“…No way.”
You start laughing and crying at the same time.
“I know.”
“No way.”
He looks completely stunned. Like his brain has stopped working. Then his eyes narrow. Slowly and suspiciously he turns toward the hallway where your toddler’s bedroom is.
“…That tiny psychic knew before we did.”
You laugh even harder through your tears.
“She’s two, Cody.”
“She’s terrifying.”
Before you can say anything else, tiny footsteps patter down the hallway. Your toddler appears in the doorway, clutching a stuffed dinosaur, hair sticking up in every direction. She blinks sleepily at both of you then looks straight at your stomach and smiles.
“Baby awake?”
Cody points at them dramatically. “No,” he says immediately. “Absolutely not. Start talking. Who told you?”
Your toddler just giggles. You’re crying even harder now as Cody scoops them into his arms.
“Seriously,” he says, holding them at eye level. “What kind of supernatural operation are you running in this house?”
Your toddler gently pats his cheek.
“Daddy silly.”
Cody just laughs. Then he looks over at you, tears shining in your eyes, and something in his expression melts. He pulls both of you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting one hand carefully against your stomach. His smile is softer than you’ve ever seen another baby. Another little piece of the two of you. And somehow your toddler knew before anyone else.
