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First child (adopted): Sunny Flare, element of fashion. First off, the moment I came up with her name, I didn’t remember the canon character Sunny Flare existed. I’m keeping the name because sorry but it fits my OC better. So yeah Rares and AJ adopted Sunny as a baby and raised her pretty well. She’s kinda sassy but very mature and hard-working. She helps both at the farm and the boutique and equally loves her parents and all of her little siblings.
Second child (biologic): Ginger Gold, element of sass. By the time AJ and Rares could adopt Sunny, Rares was already pregnant with Ginger, so she isn’t a lot younger than Sunny. Ginger is pretty much like Sunny, but less nice. She grows up to be kinda the bussiness mare in the family, and quite ambitious, like mum Rares. Ginger used to look up at Sunny a lot, they were like bbf. Momma, mum, Sunny and her, the perfect family, until the third child arrived, since then, Ginger started to feel like she was getting less love, and all her parents’s pride, was only directed at the new kid and the big sis. Ginger became but just a shadow of her sisters, and that made her grow kinda colder with Sunny and Autumn. Sunny feels bad because she doesn’t know what happened, or if she did something bad.
Third child (adopted) Autumn Glory, element of bites. AJ and Rares adopted Autumn as a little, kinda problematic filly who came from a not very good family. At first, she wasn’t really eager to be a part or another, stupid family, but Applejack and Rarity’s love, sympathy and effort gained Autumn’s trust and love. She’s still very unfriendly, rude and moody with almost everyone, but it’s pure facade and her family knows it and understand it. Autumn is deeply grateful of the family she has, despite she won’t openly admit it. Her and Ginger butt head like all the time.
Fourth child (biologic) Rough Diamond, element of fluff. He was born a little after Autumn’s arrival, so he grew up under her protection. Rough and Autumn have a pretty strong relationship, and as Sunny and Ginger were a duo of besties, so they are. Rough is very sweet boy, the sweetest by so far. He’s playful, curious, sensitive and kinda oblivious, sometimes. He adores to play with his sisters and help her mothers with their work, even if he’s not always useful, they appreciate a lot his efforts.
Fifth child, Gold Heart, element of generosity and sixth child, Silver Soul, element of honesty. (Both biologic) Twins, and just born by a few seconds of difference. Gold and Silver were first Rarity and Applejack’s “oops”. That’s what happens when you go in a wild party with tons of alcohol and Discord. Applejack gave birth to them, nice job out there Rares. But it was a kinda happy “oops”. Gold and Silver brought a lot of fun and trouble to the whole family, they’re like the dinamic duo who’s always planning something. Gold is the friendly and sweet one, but a dangerous prankster and liar too. So don’t let that innocent smile trick you, she’s probably up to something… Silver is kinda harsh and a little too honest for her own good. She doesn’t always measure her words so she can come off as rude when you first meet her. She’s more serious and the voice of reason, but she always end up being dragged by her sister into her crazy plans.
Seventh and last child, Jackeline Junior aka J.J., element of dorkism. Given birth by AJ. She’s absolutely the most spoiled one of all the kids, but that’s what occurs when you happen to be the last cute child of a very, very big family, everyone just loves you! JJ is energetic, playful and always running around. She’s incredibly smart for her age, and would easily fool you to give her some sweets or gifts, she knows how to get what she wants~ but means no bad at the end. She likes jokes too and is usually dragged by Gold and Silver into their plans.
I didn’t have time to think of better bios and personalities for them, so that’s all can write ^^”
A/N: So this is just an idea that crossed my mind. I’m not really proud of it but I just wanted to write something. So here it is. I also hope it is okay to tag some of my favorite Blogs in this imagine. If you don’t like being tagged please tell me, then I will remove you again.
knock on my door was what woke me up this morning. I tiredly rubbed the sleep
out of my eyes with my left hand.
I called through my apartment in the STARK Tower. I wouldn’t call it my home
yet, because I’ve been here barely six month and it still felt strange
Request: “please write the next chapter to nobody needs to know!!! i’m so hooked on it x”
Prompts: #38 “He better only be just a friend.”
Warnings: I honestly didn’t intend the ending to be the way it is, but I was feeling it.
A/N: I’m overjoyed at the response this got! If you like my writing, feel free to comment or go to my ask box and request something you’d want to read. I’ll probably do a part 4, as this seems to be something you guys want to continue and honestly I’m having fun writing it :)
You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.
Veronica calls an emergency sleepover, and it was unanimously decided that it would be at Archie’s house. Betty’s mom didn’t like V or Archie, Veronica was almost one hundred percent sure her mom would jokingly flirt with you three to embarrass her, and having your parents ask what was wrong is exactly the conversation you did not want to have.
On the way there, everyone calls their respective parents.
“No, dad, we’re all just missing each other lately and want to spend some time at Archie’s.”
Your dad, protective and yet also thinks he’s a comedian, pretends Archie is news to him. “Who is this boy? Is he nice? He better not be ginger. Back in my day,” you groan, “they just didn’t have souls. Now I’ve heard they steal them!” He laughs, but you just roll your eyes.
“Dad, I know you know Archie. We’re walking there now, I’ll text you once we get there. His dad is there right now but I think he’s going out later, so no worries about me being unsupervised nor any jokes about being killed in my sleep by a creepy old man.”
“He’s leaving later though, huh?” You sigh, knowing exactly where this is going.
“Dad, you’ve known Archie for years. This joke isn’t funny anymore, just annoying. Actually, anymore implies it was funny the first time you did it when I was twelve. No, gingers aren’t heartless. Yes, you know Archie. He lives a block over. No, we won’t be doing any canoodling, he’s just a friend.” You hear your friends all laugh, knowing exactly what your dad is trying to pull. He’s done it to everyone. You distinctly remember him once questioning you about a “dog of a friend” sleeping in your bed, pretending as if he hadn’t just bought the family a dog the day prior.
“He better only be just a friend.”
“Night. kiddo. Have a good time. Don’t forget to let me know when you all get to Archie’s.”
You send off a text to your father as you walk in the door, heading straight to the kitchen. Everyone’s stomach had growled on the walk here, making the group realize that the capital-i Incident had prevented anyone from eating a full meal.
Rummaging through Archie’s fridge, you hear the soft plunks of pillows and blankets being tossed to the floor in preparation for the sleepover.
You know the conversation that is to come. How long is it acceptable to stand alone in a kitchen before it gets suspicious?
Sighing, you grab the pasta sauce, tomatoes, and spinach from the fridge then head to the pantry for pasta noodles.
Your friends mercifully tend to their nest making and allow you to make dinner while giving you time alone. You feel a scalding sensation on your hand and look up, rubbing the burn.The time on the microwave reads 9:56 pm, and you realize you’ve been standing at the stove for twenty minutes while the pasta has has been bubbling over, the splash hitting your hand as it spilled.
After scooping everyone a serving into a bowl, you set all of the food on Archie’s coffee table in the center of the room, surrounding which are the blankets they’ve artfully laid out. Stopping only to bid a farewell to Fred as he walks out the door, you take the spot in the center and curl up, letting the warmth from the bowl seep into your freezing fingers.
Your friends thank you for the dinner, and a while is spent with only the sound of Archie flipping the channels on the television.
It’s Betty that dissipates the silence.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. He said something about you and we thought you had told him and I feel so bad about-”
“Don’t,” you say with a sigh. You set your bowl onto the table and slip further into your blanket. “It’s my own fault. If I had just realized before it was too late that I had a crush, then I maybe could have distanced myself.” You look at all three surrounding you, and give a small smile. “I’m sure he just needs time, like he said. We’ll be fine in a couple days.”
Veronica slams her bowl down. “I just don’t get it!” Everyone’s head snaps to her. “You both seemed so enthralled with each other, I was sure he felt the same way. Or at least that he cared enough to not drop you just because you had the audacity to feel more for him than he might for you,” she finished sarcastically.
You shake your head, hoping that she won’t be too angry at Jug. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. “It’s just a bit awkward now. We’ll get over it. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“So,” Archie starts, a little hesitant, “You, uh, haven’t exactly told us what happened,” he points out, hand rubbing the nape of his neck.
And so the story begins. You tell them his reaction after they had left the diner, the hurt you felt. When you start to tell them about your plead with him for the two of you to move past it, the spiral of panic about being left out of the group, they stop you.
“Whoa, Y/N, slow down for a minute. Why would you ever think that?” Betty asks, concern coloring her voice.
“Don’t you ever, for even a second, think that we would stop caring for you just because there’s tension between you and Jughead.” Her fierce protectiveness is evident as Veronica scoots closer to you, throwing her arms around you.
“Yeah, Y/N/N. You’re pretty cool and stuff, we wouldn’t do that to you.”
Everyone laughs as Archie gets embarrassed, not knowing how to comfort you but trying his best. A sudden warmth starts in your stomach as you realize the support that your friends have shown all night.
“Thank you guys. I appreciate you hanging out with me as I wallow in pity,” you say, scrunching your nose at the thought of you in the middle of self-pity. You grab the remote from Archie. “Let’s find the worst movie currently streaming and just relax, yeah?” Everyone agrees, and the rest of the night is spent critiquing whatever movie was the subject of your fancy, support coming from the mere presence of such wonderful friends.
After the sleepover had dispersed the next morning, Archie heading off for Saturday football practice and the three girls all agreeing a shower was in order, you head home.
Once you shut your door, the bliss of being alone hits. You love your friends, and them being there despite you insisting everything was fine meant a lot, but you really needed to time to process by yourself.
The steam from your shower is stifling, but something about the scalding water makes you feel truly cleansed.
You check your phone: no messages. You turn the ringer on and the volume up, before tossing it across the bed and starting up your laptop.
Ten minutes pass. You check that you did, in fact, turn your ringer on. You did. No messages.
An hour passes, and you turn your phone off and then back on again, checking the signal. Full bars. No messages.
You throw your phone into a drawer. When you leave your house, your bedroom door is still open.
PROMPT; all hands are on deck when a new girl comes to town, especially when she’s got a secret that’ll either solve the case of jason blossom’s murder or change the course of it completely.
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS;no pairing; jughead jones, betty cooper, veronica lodge, kevin keller, archie andrews, and mentions of the blossom family.
AUTHOR’S NOTE; hey guys c: this is my first imagine on riverdale and on this account, so some critiques and such are welcomed! also, i’m sorry if the end seems kind of rushed. i wanted to get this up asap.
Welcome to Riverdale, the town with pep!
Packed bags, a loaded truck with all your belongings and a dog in the seat next to you was all you had. Everything you couldn’t carry on your body was poorly packed into several bags, which were all shoved in the bed of your truck and on the floor of the passenger seat.
Fresh start. New beginnings. The usual.
An old house down the street of Riverdale Highschool was where you were going to call home for a while, until you got enough money to actually buy a house and not squat at foreclosed ones.
Your bags were scattered around the living room, labeled with plastic tags; clothes, keepsakes and a designated one for plastic plates and basic cutlery. You had all you needed. Nothing more, nothing less. That was how you lived, with what you had and what you needed.
But sometimes what you had wasn’t enough, and tonight was a perfect example.
A/N: implied/slight smut, swearing and garbage grammar:D
“Call me Daddy.” He demanded as he stood over me, his body nearly pressed against my own while I laid on my bed.
“My dude… What?” I asked in disbelief. ‘What the fuck is this dude smoking?’
He grunted, almost annoyed by me. Flopping down beside me, he repeated his “command”.
“I said, call me Daddy.” I started busting up, I couldn’t believe it. I could not believe my ears. I was shooketh. ‘My baby boy is kinky as fuuuuuuck!!’
“HAHAHA!! I’m so weak, dude! I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.” I smiled cheerily and patted his tummy. ‘That’s not even a tummy, that’s a fucking washboard. I should bring my laundry next time I come over while he’s taking a bath.’
“Shut up and just say it.” He groaned, grabbing a pillow and using it to cover his face. “Don’t tell me to shut up, you dickhead.” I slapped his belly, making him roll around in mock pain.
“I’m sorry, just… please? Call me Daddy, babe.”
“Nope!” I replied, popping the ‘p’. He pouted and I grabbed his cheeks, smooshing his handsome face. “I am the Kink Master, you gotta bring more to the table than just a small ‘please’ and calling me by my favorite pet name, bubby.”
“Baby girl, pleeeease? I promise it’s just this one time. Just one time and that’s it, I’ll never ask you again.” He begged, rubbing his face into my stomach. I started giggling and shoved him off my bed. A big thud resounded through my room and downstairs.
“You kids okay up there?” I heard my mum yell from the kitchen downstairs.
“Yeah, we’re good mumma!” I yelled back and I heard her giggle and mutter something to my dad, making him laugh a little.
Reggie propped his head on the edge of my bed and tilted his head cutely at me, batting his lashes. ‘Awww, what a cutie!’
“That tickled, you dork! Hmm…” I teased and stuck my tongue out at him. “Please, babe? I promise I’ll do anything you ask for a week.”
“Make it a month.”
“…Fuck it, yes. Whatever, deal.” He groaned while I delivered the dance of Y/N’s Success.
“Oooh, let’s go to Pop’s then! I’m dying for a chocolate milkshake.” I hopped off my bed and pulled on my shoes.
“Y/N, come on!” He groaned again. I rolled my eyes and patted his shoulder. “I gotta see you commit, baby boy. Let’s go! Chop chop!”
“Fine, at least give me a kiss,” I gave him a quick peck before he could grab me and drag the kiss further, ”and promise me you’ll do it-”
“Yeah, yeah definitely! Now let’s GOOOOOOO!!” I yelled, tugging his arm towards the stairs and to the front door so we could get milkshakes. ‘Ugh, I’m dying c'mon Reggie work with me.’
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, he hasn’t said a word since he drove here. ‘He’s probably mad, thinking I won’t hold my end of the deal.’
“Nothing, just drink your milkshakes.” He spat out, looking back out the window and ignoring me. I glared at him and kicked his leg, but he didn’t seem to show any signs that it hurt… or that he even felt it.
Thirty minutes and five milkshakes later, he still hasn’t spoken to me. “Hmm…” Popping a few more cherries into my mouth, I notified the slab of concrete that sat across from me that I was finished.
He paid the bill and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the small diner.
“Reginald…” His grip on my hand softened, slowly intertwining our fingers together. He looked down at me with a straight face and said nothing. I stared back up at him, attempting to pull off that cute doe-eyed pout. His face showed nothing, like he wasn’t affected and turned his attention from me to straight ahead.
‘Tch… What a bum.’ I mentally stomped my foot.
Thoughts ran through my mind until one of them hit me hard. ‘He DEFINITELY still wants me to call him Daddy.’ Conjuring up a plan, I smirked evilly to myself. ‘I’m gonna get him good. Let’s make this count, I got one shot.’
I stopped walking, hoping he’d do the same. Luckily, he did. He looked back at me, his perfect eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Sighing, I let go of his hand and stood right against him. Running my hands up his chest, I looked up at him through my eyelashes with half-lidded eyes and a small smile. His stoic expression broke slightly, a little smirk playing on his lips. ‘I can hear his heartbeat lmao… did I just say ‘lmao’ in my head?’
Reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, I stood on the tips of my toes. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. ‘Tall ass giant, gosh! I love this, man!’
I leaned in closer to him and kissed up the side of his neck on his cheek towards his ear, leaving a little trail of light pink chapstick on his skin. Hearing him sigh and feeling him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck, I had him. Right. Where. I. Wanted. Him.
Placing one last kiss on his soft cheek, I leaned in and whispered into his ear.
“Thank you for tonight… I love you, Daddy.”
A sharp intake of air. His grip tightened. And… wetness?
I pulled away to look at him, only to find myself fully wrapped up in his arms.
“Reggie? Are you okay, baby?” All I got was a nod in response. Letting out a little sigh, I rubbed my nose against his chest, breathing in his strong scent. ‘His cologne is so damn delicious! Fuck me up for Eternity, Calvin Klein!’
I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt our bodies swaying. All of a sudden, my legs were off the ground and I was soaring against the wind. ‘Is this dude really spinning me around in circles?’
“REGGIE! OH MY GOSH, PLEASE PUT ME DOWN! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” I could barely get out any words, I was giggling so much. I felt so free and light in his arms.
“I can’t believe it!”
“What? That I said Daddy?” He shook his head no and placed his forehead against mine, his hands encasing my face while he swiped his thumb against my cheek.
“You said you love me, Y/N.”
“…And you’re crying because?” I asked, entirely amused and taken away from his insanely adorable reaction.
“Because the girl of my dreams loves me back.” He gave me the biggest grin ever and lifted me off the ground into the tightest hug I’ve ever received.
“I love you, baby girl. Forever and always for all eternity, Y/N.” I snorted and hugged him back.
“Stop, that was so gross.” He scoffed and pretended to throw me, causing me to latch tighter onto him.
“Whatever, you only wish you said it.”
“Nah, I wish I stayed at Pop’s and ordered more cherries.”
“Speaking of cherries, you wanna…?” And he makes a *pop* sound with his lips and gives me the biggest shit-eating grin ever. ‘He’s so handsome… Ugh, such a dope.’
“Reginald, do you WANT to lose your balls?”
“Nah, I’d rather have you lose your virginity to me tonight.”
“You’re so gross! Yuck!”
“Ohh, says the ‘Kink Master’!”
“Damn right, lil boy!”
“You won’t be screaming that tonight.”
“Really now? What will I be screaming then?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes back and gave my best porn-star impression.
“Oh, Daddy! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard and good with your monster cock! Punish me, Daddy! I’ve been such a naughty, dirty girl! Daddy- OH SHIT REGGIE!! WAIT!!” He picked me up and hauled me over his shoulder, like I was a sack of potatoes. ‘I’m a cute potato though.’
“NOPE! WE’RE GOING TO MY PLACE. IMMEDIATELY. WE’RE DOING THIS, BABY.” Groaning, I just hung there on his shoulder not protesting against his ‘wishes’.
“Reggie… would you wait to have sex after marriage?” He tapped my bum and let out a big laugh.
“Oh, you wanna marry me?” He said in a teasing voice. I rolled my eyes and propped my elbow against his rock hard shoulder blade and perched my chin on my hand.
“Well. I mean. If we last that long, I mean… yeah. We’ve been together since forever and I can’t really see myself in the future without you by my side.” I finished, softly smiling back at him. He laughed and shook his head, his luscious hair swaying just urging me to tug on it.
“But, maybe… maybe in the heat of the moment, maybe. I don’t know.” I sighed in defeat. “And you call me gross, you little twerp. I’m not a virgin, so that question was irrelevant for me.” I pouted and smacked his butt. He jokingly let out a small ‘ow’ and slapped my ass. Hard. As. Fuck.
“SHIT! MY ASS CHEEK FELL OFF, I CAN’T FEEL IT!” Reggie started cracking up and patted my bum, trying to ease the pain or some shit. ‘Imma get this fool… imma get him gooood.’
“Ahhhh! Daddy, stop teasing me!” I moaned out.
“Shit, babe. You gonna use that against me now?”
“Nah. Issa special thang, sweet boy! I ain’t abusing the 'Daddy’ kink. I’ll only use it when it’s just me and you.” He peered over his shoulder and gave me that little smirk that I love so much. Finally, he reached his car and gently placed me into the passenger seat and buckled me in. 'Well shit, he really is Daddy Material. How lucky am I?’
Reggie clambered into the driver’s seat and revved out of the diner’s parking lot, (making our way downtown) continuing our way to his house. 'Something’s gonna happen… I can feel it.’
He kicked the door to his huge penthouse, I mean bedroom, open and plopped me right on his king-sized mattress. I starfished my body over the soft comforter of his bed and made blanket angels. Gah dang! This blanket is softer than the one he had last weekend!
“Honestly, I’m just glad I finally got you to say it. It sounds so good coming from you.”
“Reginald…” I warned, he flopped into the sleep mattress right next to me and I rolled over laying my head on his chest.
“I swear on Archie’s ginger soul, if you brag about this to the football team I will take that pretty face of yours-”
“H-Hey! I’m not gonna do that-”
“…And sit on it and make you do lewd things to me.” 'Holy damn, so much for waiting after marriage! Hormones, dafuq we doin?’
“B-Babe, stop talking like that.” He stuttered out and sat up. I got up and laid my head on his shoulder. 'So buff, so sweet… I love him so much.’
“Like what, daddy?” I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes and pursing my lips into a small pout.
“Y/N, you can stop with the daddy thing.” He visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple catching my attention and I placed a light, feathery kiss on his throat. 'Longest neck ever… I wanna bite it’ But, I decided against my thoughts and redirected myself to the task at hand.
“But Daddy, I don’t wanna stop. I want you to touch me.” I took his hand and placed it in between my legs right over my heat. “Here.” Taking his other hand, I placed it against my chest. “And here.”
“Y/N, you just said you wanted to wait-” He struggled, removing his big warm hands from my body.
“But, daddy… You said you’d do anything I want.” I whined. Crawling onto him and sitting on his lap, I placed a light kiss on his thick, beautiful lips. Slowly grinding down against him, he let out a small moan as he bucked his hips against me, making me smile shyly up at him.
“Don’t you want to play with me?” His gaze on me grew darker with lust. ‘Gotcha babe…’
He instantly had me in his arms, pulling me into a long, deep kiss that quickly turned into a heated make-out. I let out a few tiny moans as his hands ran up and down my sides until they wandered, one hand gripping my waist as the other firmly grasped my ass. (a/n: firmly grasp it!)
I gasped and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. ‘This is new… hm.’ His tongue probed my mouth, our tongues soon fighting against each other for dominance. I let him win and he rubbed his tongue against mine, our teeth clashing against each other as we parted for air only to delve right back into each other. The man of my affections gripped my thighs, flipping me over onto my back.
His body rolled smoothly down against mine, grinding his hard on against me. I let out a tiny whimper and trailed my fingertips under his shirt, tracing his abs. I decided to tease him and dragged my fingers down to the waistband of his pants and palmed his front. He released an animalistic growl and gave me a lip-bruising kiss and bit my bottom lip. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair and he let out a deep groan against my mouth. Breaking away, a small string of saliva hung from both our mouths. I swiped a hand at it and wiped my hand on his shirt.
“Ewwwie!” He chuckled and cuddled me closer to his hot body. It was hot, the room was hot as hell.
“Why are you so cute, babe? Like damn.” I blushed and hid my face against his massive chest.
“I don’t know, the fuck kind of question is that?” Reggie let out a big laugh and rubbed my head, threading his fingers through my hair. 'My hair is tangled and it hurts, but I ain’t gonna say nothing.’
We both reveled in each other’s warmth and laid back down on his bed. 'FUCK! These blankets are so damn soft!’
Reggie and I just lied there in comfortable silence, until it finally dawned on me.
“You know… This was the first time I ever made out with someone.” I confessed.
“Wait… Really? I thought you made out with Moose that one time when we played Seven Minutes In Heaven at Cheryl’s party. Your hair and dress was messed up and your lips were hella swollen.” I rolled my eyes.
“First, yuck. It’s Moose, I wouldn’t even dare let him touch me. He’s an assbutt.” I pouted, folding my arms and pushing away from him.
“Secondly, me and Moose were literally fighting in that room, trying to get you guys to think that we were 'getting it on’.” Reggie shook his head and held his hand against his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud.
“Pfft haha… Wait, you were able to land some punches on Moose? You gremlin, what’d you do that for?” He nudged me and urges me to answer him. I puffed out my cheeks and looked him dead in the eye. “Yeah, because I wanted to be able to say that I’ve fought a moose in a closet before.”
He stared back into my eyes and a smile broke out on his face, “That’s adorable.” 'No. YOU’RE adorable.’
“Shut up, Reggie.”
“Sweetie pie. Honey bun. Sugar booger. Baby boy~ Mantle The Magnificent~” I pestered the man baby, poking his buff body. “Okay, okay! You got me.” He laughed, lightly swatting my hands away from him.
“Damn right, my chubby boy!” He groaned and tickled my side. I screamed and rolled away from him again. “Well, this chubby boy thinks that for your first time making out you are a fucking pro. Damn, it was so hard to stop… LITERALLY HARD TO STOP!” He exclaimed, pointing at the huge tent in his jeans.
“Doesn’t that hurt?!” I squealed, hiding under his comforter. He let out a huge sigh and flopped back on the bed.
“Yeah duh! What the hell am I gonna do now?”
“May I suggest lotion?” I chirped and received that 'really bruh?’ look from him.
“Hmph… You’re lucky I forgot to buy some more condoms, I swear I would’ve popped that ass so hard right now.”
“REGGIE! SHUT THE FUCK UP! GROSSSS!” I yelled in embarrassment. My face was burning even more and I completely hid myself under the blanket. 'Good thing his parents ain’t home, damn!’
“Babe, come on! I was just kidding! I’ll just get blue balls, it’s no big deal!”
“Reggie, what the hell?! I can’t let you get blue balls! That’s fucking dangerous, you dumb ass! Quit being so nonchalant about this! YOUR! DICK! IS! HARD!” I yelled while pointing at this pants and all he did was smirk at me.
“Then, do something about it.” He left a lingering kiss on the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, “…Baby girl.”
“Fine then.” I gritted my teeth and got up from the bed and locked the door and dimmed the lights.
“Y/N, we don’t have to-” He uttered, but I beat him to it.
“Daddy.” He shut up real quick and sat on the edge of his bed, a look of confusion plastered on his face probably wondering where I’m going with this.
“I’ll make you feel good. I’m sorry I’ve been such a nuisance all night.” Giving him a wink and hoping he’d play along. He smirked and curled his fingers at me, beckoning me to come to him. I took slow steps towards, swaying my hips and playing with the hem of my t-shirt. He licked his lips and hungrily stared me down. 'Err… Up? I dunno, he’s just directly staring at me, lemme do somethin’
I stood right in front of him and peeled my thin shirt off, never breaking eye contact with Reggie. I felt my body flush against his touch as he pulled me closer and kissed my tummy and placed a wavering kiss on my bra. 'Ayeeeee! Issa good thang I wore lace today, hoe!’ I tilted my head back and ran my hands through his silky hair and pulled his head back. “Aghhh! Shit, girl, that feels so good!” I laughed and kissed his forehead. “You’re so fucking silly, daddy… I really am sorry that I turned you on 'too much’.”
With that said, I left kisses down his chest and beautifully sculpted abs and got on my knees, keeping eye contact with him on the way d o w n. 'Damn hoe, am I good? Or am I g o o d? Can’t even tell I’m a virgin because I’m a gahdamn pro!! …Genji, oh my gosh shutthefuckup me!’
“It’s alright, my little kink master. I’m sure we can find something to fix it.” I blushed at his use my self-proclaimed title, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants, I pulled them down and met his 'friend’. I looked at my man and back at what hid beneath his boxers, licking my lips and giving Reggie the same cute smile I’ve been giving him all night and got us into this current… situation.
A/N: and now im scarred after writing this. this is so cringey and scattered reader is supposed to be a tomboy, but i guess her damned hormones got to her and made her submit to Mantle the Magnificent’s charms and wiles *barf barf* yo, the last line gmfu reminding me of baby Dory fml😂😂😂
Sorry it’s so shitty, anyways I’ll still be updating “Let Me Explain” and “Finding A Date” probably by the end of this week. If not, they’ll be posted both either next Sunday or Monday. If you got any requests for those next two chapters for either of them, message me or something
When Y/N followed the boys down to South Africa for their trip, she never thought she would end up falling in love with one of them.
But as the days went on, she realized that was exactly what was happening.
She was falling for Joe.
And apparently, he was falling for her.
Halfway through their trip, the two ended up on one of the beaches one night, talking as they walked along the shore line. And by time they made it back to the house, their hands were joined together and they were grinning.
Caspar, Josh, and Oli grumbled that it was about time before congratulating them.
Now, Caspar was doing a live stream while everyone was lazing around the house, deciding to take a day off to do nothing, except some minor editing.
Joe was laying on the couch, with Y/N on top of him, her chin on his chest, his arm on the small of her back, tracing circles into the skin he’d exposed when he pushed her shirt up.
Her fingers were running through his hair, the two of them talking softly while Oli edited some photos, and Josh worked on a video.
“We have such a thrilling time when we’re here!” Caspar announced to the camera, Oli and Josh shown behind him. “We actually do, but today was a rest day.” He explained.
“A rest day for you!” Josh called out without lifting his eyes, “Some of us are trying to work.”
“I am working.” Caspar glanced over his shoulder at the ginger, “I’m just having more fun than you.”
“He could be having plenty of fun,” Oli laughed, “You never know with Josh.”
“I’m not a robot.”
“No, but gingers have no souls.”
“Go back to editing your video,” Josh rolled his eyes as Oli and Caspar laughed.
“And oh, what could be going on here…” Caspar panned the camera across the room, showing Y/N and Joe, but only quickly, barely a second, although the couple never noticed, still talking softly to each other.
“Secrets, secrets, secrets.” Caspar winked at the camera, although when he placed it back down on the desk, the edge of couch could be seen, along with Joe’s arm occasionally, the one tucked under his head. And from time to time, Y/N’s arm appeared too.
The viewers began to speculate.
“What the hell did you do, Casp?” Joe sighed later that night, scrolling through Twitter, which had blown up.
He hadn’t checked it all day, he barely did while in South Africa.
“What’s going on?” Y/N asked, walking over to him, handing him his drink before curling up at his side, leaning against his side to look at his phone.
“Caspar teased the viewers, and now everyone knows about us.”
“They can’t see her face!” Caspar defended himself.
“Yeah, all they know is that Joe had a girl laying on top of him.” Oli smirked.
“Your fans aren’t going to let this go,” Y/N said to Joe, “What do you want to do?”
“Let’s just leave it for now,” He replied, tossing his phone onto the seat beside him, smiling at her. “And enjoy our time in South Africa.”
“That sounds like a very lovely plan.” She smiled back, leaning in to kiss him quickly.
“Which means no more live streams for you!” Josh patted Caspar on the shoulder as he walked past, “Or vlogging. You’ll pull a Jim.”