#Theirs

[sydneyofalltrades]

i love taking songs written about breakups written by women who’s main demographic is teenage girls and make them billford coded

[archimer]

I just found these old 2005 Furby puzzles on eBay and the art is so cute???

[lawofcollage]

And they/them pronouns, of course.

Redbubble, Threadless

[julesthequirky]

Theirs: Chapter One

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You've just moved back to Helena after getting fired from your previous job. Desperate for cash you become a dancer at a strip club. Strong-willed and independent, you've never needed a man, that is until you meet the handsome Sheriff of Helena. Gentle and considerate, he melts your heart in a way no Alpha could. Then there's Dean (not Winchester). Rough-around-the-edges, with tattoos covering him from head to toe, and a heated stare that makes your heart race. But an Omega can only have one Alpha, right? That's what you've been taught. Only neither one will concede to the other, and you find yourself unable to choose.

Characters: You, OC Lou, mystery man.

Chapter warnings: Adult language, transgender OC (though, I don't truthfully see her as transgender anymore as she's fully transitioned).

W/C: 1, 609

A/N: I haven't abandoned The Choice, so don't worry! :) I'm going to try and post alternating chapters.

You sat on the lumpy couch, surrounded by boxes scribbled with ‘kitchen’ or ‘bedroom’ on. You didn’t have the energy just yet to start unpacking. With your head in your hands, you assessed how you came to be here, in your aunt’s trailer, back in Helena, with no job and your bank account quickly dwindling.

It was simple. You’d fucked up. Punched your boss in the nose, and oh, God, it had sprayed like a fountain, but in your defence, he’d said one too many derogatory things about Omegas behind your back, and you’d had enough.

With your finances in dire straits, you could no longer afford the blockers that kept your heat away. If you didn’t figure things out pretty quickly, you’d be going through Hell soon.

You surveyed the boxes scattered around the living area. This was your life. If you’d held your anger…Hell, even counted to ten, or even a hundred…then maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be in this situation… However, feeling sorry for yourself was gonna get you nowhere. You knew that. But you couldn’t help it.

Your phone buzzed beside you. You sighed and picked it up. It was an old-school friend you hadn’t spoken to in years. You tapped on the DM, instantly opening up the app.

Lou: Heard y’all were back in town. We should meet up, grab a drink, and catch up! XXX

The image in the profile portrayed a woman with long brown hair and bright blue eyes that you definitely recognised. She sure looked familiar. And as you wracked your brains, it came to you. She used to be a he.

No way. You smiled, remembering how Lou was in school. You’d catch them staring off into space, watching girls go about their activities as you both sat on the bleachers. You thought that maybe Lou fancied them. Guess not. Just going through some things and trying to understand who they were, just like you and everyone else. And maybe she did fancy girls as well. You weren’t gonna judge.

By the looks of it, Lou still went by Lou, as her profile name indicated. You fired back a message telling her you’d be delighted to. It would be good to catch up with an old friend. You wondered where she was in life. Hopefully in a better place than you were.

That’s exactly what you did. You dug into your suitcase, found a shimmery little number and donned your favourite cowboy boots for comfort.

*

You returned to your old stomping ground, The Silver Dollar. It was old as dirt, with old wood built into a classic saloon style. And it was packed. Bodies heaved as you pushed your way through, looking for Lou, memorising the image from her social media account.

A mix of scents accosted your nose. Beta colognes and perfumes that made your nose itch, earthy Alpha scents and the occasional sweeter scent of an Omega.

Heads turned as you made your way through to the bar, whereupon Lou sat on a stool, drinking a beer.

She looked amazing. Barely recognisable from her old self, but you guessed that was the whole point. She had a great figure, jeans that hugged her in all the right places and a low-cut top to show off her ample cleavage. Fuck. You were jealous and found you were quickly developing a girl crush.

Lou slid off her seat and enveloped you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around her, giving her a meaningful hug. It felt good to be here. Maybe getting fired wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

When she pulled back, she whistled.

“Look at you. You look so grown up.”

You laughed. Grown-up was right.

“What about you. You’re the one that’s changed much more than me.”

Lou grinned from ear to ear. And your heart almost burst with happiness for her. She nodded, grabbed her beer and took a sip.

“High school was a struggle. I didn’t show it cause it was a me thing. I thought I just fancied girls, but I somehow knew it was more than that. I didn’t wanna just be with a girl. I wanted to be one.”

Lou had been one of your best friends in school, and you regretted not keeping in touch with her. Life moved quickly in those years, and before you knew it, ten years had passed.

“Well, I’m really sorry I didn’t keep in touch. I should’ve.”

Lou waved a hand dismissively.

“Naw, I was Hell to be around when I was transitioning. Who knew oestrogen was a bitch. Felt like I was experiencing puberty all over again.”

You laughed and nodded. Being a woman certainly came with its hormonal challenges.

“Anyway, look at you. Gunna catch everyone’s eye in that.”

You looked down at the silver sequined dress. You were a damn glitterball. You blushed, suddenly bashful of the attention.

She grabbed the bartender’s attention and waved him over.

“What’s your poison?”

“Jim Bean and coke.”

She slammed her hand on the bartop.

“And that’s what you’ll have. Barkeep! Make my stunning friend her drink of choice!”

You laughed, cheeks hurting from laughing so much. It felt good to let loose. And Lou certainly was mesmerising.

Lou insisted on paying for your first drink. No matter how much you protested, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The first whiskey and coke went down way too easily. As did the second. And the third.

You drank to forget your problems. And to have a good time.

Lou rested her hand on your shoulder.

“I know a troubled soul when I see one. What’s up?”

You shrugged.

“Jus’ ev’rythin’.”

You turned, giving her your attention.

“It’s dumb. But the reason why I came back is cause I got fired. I haven’t found a job yet, and I’m kinda panicking.”

A look of concern crossed her face, and the hand on your shoulder squeezed gently.

“It’s a shitty situation. But you’re back home. You got your family, and you got me. What about your Alpha?”

You snorted.

“Ain’t got one of them.”

“Well…take your pick. We got an abundance of ‘em in Helena. An’ for no damn reason…” She trailed off and raised her beer bottle to her lips again.

“If I don’t find a job real soon, a bunch of them might be hammering down my door when I go into heat.”

“If it’s a job you want, I got an idea. You might not like it. Just how desperate are you?”

“I’d do anything. Hell, I’m at the point where I might just go and stand on the damn street corner. That’s how desperate I am.”

She hmmed. She twisted her body to reach for something in her bag. It was a pen and a jotter. She scribbled something down and passed the sticky note to you. It was a number.

“Just remember, I told you you might not like it, but seeing as you’re desperate. It’s easy money. Great money, in fact. I worked there for a little while, too, so I can put in a good word.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Thanks. You didn’t have to, y’know.”

“Just…wear that dress, and you’ll be right in.”

“Lou…” You said in a warning tone.

You didn’t understand why you’d have to wear a silver dress to a job interview. And you knew she was withholding information.

She sighed.

“Fine. It’s a strip club,” she started, raising her hands up, seeing you about to protest. “It’s really good money, just call the number. You won’t regret it.”

You had reservations. For one, it was a strip club. And you were an Omega. That limited what you could do. You weren’t sure you were that desperate. Yet. Regardless, you tucked the Post-It in your cowboy boot for safekeeping.

“Atta girl. Now, let’s just get shit-faced.”

That you had no problem in agreeing to.

Plenty of drinks later, you and Lou giggled like schoolgirls into your drinks, heads leant close together.

“C’mon, tell me, when you were all healed, how often did you touch yourself?”

Lou giggled and leant even closer, her voice dropping, just for you to hear.

“Girl, I got so wet over the stupidest things. Had my fingers inside myself more than out. Thank you, Dr Warren, for blessing me with such a great pussy.”

You giggled into your drink. You could attest to getting horny over dumb things. Thankfully, you’d calmed down, but those late teen years had been something else.

“I remember shaving my vajayjay for the first time, and I found myself hella horny. Like, nobody tells you that! I think I humped the armrest of my couch just to get some kind of relief.”

She snorted. Then you heard the rumbling of a deep chuckle.

“Sure would have found some relief under my tongue, that’s for sure.”

He said it quietly. More to himself than to anyone.

You turned to the owner of the deep masculine voice, a retort ready on your tongue, but it died the moment you saw the burly giant of a man.

His eyes pierced yours. You couldn’t tell if they were brown or hazel. Tendrils of hair framed his face, and the rest was pulled up in a bun. Tats covered his arms, neck, and every bit of skin on his body, as evident from the massive hole in his muscle tee. He held a tumbler with amber liquid inside, swilling the contents, and your eyes honed in on his fingers, where intricate patterns covered each digit.

He was a modern-day Viking.

Then you felt it. The slight quiver in your pussy.

Tags: @suckitands33, @deans-spinster-witch

[wiirocku]

Matthew 5:10 (KJV) - Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

[barbmolly]

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Mina should be more surprised when her soulmate timer goes off and she's paired with a prince of hell, but the supernatural weirdness magnet in her ass has not stopped yet. Now she has to make this work with Asher Halliwell who is taking this better than she is.

@theirsoulstotake

[vapemaster42069]

Part 1 (you are here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“He’s been really into… rare grasses. Recently,” Scar sighed fondly, “I don’t know what’s gotten him into it, but he’s been trying to find this specific kind of grass for the last few months. Some kind of– I think– like, tall grass,” 

Pearl looked at him, perplexed. “Tall… grass.”

“Tall grass.” He glanced over to Grian, who was squatting over a patch of particularly-interesting moss, his round glasses slipping dangerously low towards the tip of his nose. “I don’t really get it, but he’s excited about it so I’m excited too.”

Grian glanced up, sitting back on his heels. He pushed up his glasses, ignoring the single cracked lens from a run-in with a pillager group a few days before. He held up a stone covered in little clovers and a squat patch of moss. “Grass!”

Scar shot him a thumbs-up and a grin, throwing an arm around Pearl, his armor clanking against hers. “Grass! You got it, buddy!”

“What’s this about grass? Has he found it?” Impulse called, returning to their rendezvous point from the nearby village, arms laden bags of bread and other supplies. One hand loosely gripped the reigns of his horse as he spun, coming to a neat stop with a dramatic flick of his hair. His horse mimicked the motion, tossing his head with a smug look in his eyes.

Scar rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “I was just telling our dear friend here about Grian’s valiant mission! He will vanquish his enemies with the powers of– uh – Tall grass! I think!”

“Well, until then, I got us supplies for when we leave. Should be enough to last until we get to Cub’s place to restock.” Scar held a hand up and Impulse slid a couple of the bags onto his free hand.

“Ooh, great!” Pearl eyed Impulse’s horse warily as it stepped closer, examining her hair with a ravenous sniff, “What’s this mission about, anyways? No one’s filled me in yet.”

“Oh, we’re meeting one of Cub’s associates, I think. Something about an old mage and getting a team together? I’m not really sure, you know how Cub is. Or, you’ll meet him at least! He’s an old friend, been around for a few seasons when we’ve needed him. He’ll be excited too, it’s been a while since the Order has gotten any new knights. Right, Scar?”

“Hmm?”

“Cubfan? Your dear friend? The mission?”

“Oh, yes, that! Very important.”

“When I check that bag, are there going to be all of the groceries I put in there earlier?”

“... I don’t like that question.”

“Neither do I, to  be honest– I– ok. Impulse, can you get your horse off me, please?” The horse had his entire snout buried in Pearl’s hair, chasing the smell of her soap while sniffing incredibly loudly. 

“Oh! Ed! Get off ‘er!” He tugged on the reigns and Ed reluctantly turned, swiveling back to look at Impulse with pleading eyes. “No! We don’t eat people’s hair, remember? We eat apples. Apples, Ed. You like apples,” Ed did his best imitation of a horse-frown, “Ed. We are not eating Pearl’s hair. Here, Scar! Toss me one of those apples, yeah? Here. Apple.” Ed snuffled again, slowly engulfing Impulse’s entire gauntlet and offered apple in his mouth before retrieving the fruit.

“How much do you think he’s getting from you talking to him?” Pearl unwrapped her hair, brushing her fingers through it.

“Hmm?”

“Like, does he speak English? Or, understand English?”

“I have no idea.” Impulse stared into his horse’s deep brown eyes with a focus that would intimidate anyone but Mr. Ed. Mr. Ed blinked slowly before leaning forward, sniffing at Impulse’s long hair.

“... Ok.”

“Horses aside, how far are we from this place?” Scar interjected.

“2 days, maybe? We’re meeting at the usual spot, the one in the mountains. Goal is to get there before the next blizzard hits, so we have time to plan,” 

“... We’re going to need more apples.”

[cowboycereal]

genuinely fuck my parents send me back in time as my 21 year old self to raise baby me. i would have loved me without needing to change me

[readtilyoudie]

“When I first accepted what I am,” Peter said gently, “it was odd. After all, we are raised that there is only one path upon which desire must flow.” He motioned his head toward the door where Merritt had just left. “Toward her. Toward others like her.”

“And it does,” Elliot said, and meant it with all his heart and soul. “Always. Forever.”

“Of course it does,” Peter said. “No one could watch you together and not know that your attraction to her is powerful and real and complete. But desire isn’t a river—there isn’t only one inlet and outlet, one direction to move.”

Their Marchioness (Theirs, #1) by Jess Michaels

[lawofcollage]

And they/them pronouns, of course.

[julesthequirky]

Theirs

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You've just moved back to Helena after getting fired from your previous job. Desperate for cash you become a dancer at a strip club. Strong-willed and independent, you've never needed a man, that is until you meet the handsome Sheriff of Helena. Gentle and considerate, he melts your heart in a way no Alpha could. Then there's Dean (not Winchester). Rough-around-the-edges, with tattoos covering him from head to toe, and a heated stare that makes your heart race. But an Omega can only have one Alpha, right? That's what you've been taught. Only neither one will concede to the other, and you find yourself unable to choose.

W/C: 1,609 (so far)

Chapter One

[agnerd-bot]

infiltrating them or by hacking them like other viruses need to. No, all the Creeper Virus has to do is exist near an electronic device and they can access by sheer don’t of presence. This was based off of the Creeper IRL moving between computers in the ARPANET by basically copying and pasting itself into them unprompted. No human action needed. I can go into the Personal Skills if you want.

(Continuing the previous ask)

[flickeringflame216]

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[raessketches]

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