#and the bitch (sorry) just won't give me birth control

[iam-toxxic]

I thought it was pms, but then I remembered I'm a crazy person and sometimes I just feel like this

[strangerxperv]

Y'all seem to really like step bro Eddie (I can see those votes you naughty bitches) so here's a lil thot.

Warning: smut/ minors DNI, step bro Eddie, Eddie is a warning, he's also manipulative, unprotected sex, breeding, edging, Eddie runs his mouth a lot, and your both drunk off sex.

Eddie's been begging you to let him fuck you for months. You've held steady by refusing him at every turn stating that it's taboo. It would be crossing the line if the both of you were to have sex.

Kissing in secret is one thing. Letting him fuck your pussy with his tongue is reasonable. Choking down Eddie's cock, fair. But letting your step brother fuck you? Out of the question.

You aren't one to not compromise and that's how he's landed you on your back. Legs spread wide with Eddie's warm hands under your knees. Pressed firmly on your bare bouncing fat tits. Your small hands are wrapped around you to keep his dick in place.

The leaky cherry red tinted a pretty purple is smashed against your stiff clit. It dribbles precum which pools over your clit to seep into your pulsing heat. He fucks over your cunt like a man possessed.

Fucking you to the edge but never letting you fall over and over again. The man himself has spilled his seed spraying over your cute jiggling tummy. But he never stopped fucking you.

It's been so long that your brain has completely melted and long since dripped from your desperate depths. You want to cum so bad you'll do anything the curly haired man wants. You'll even break your own rules.

"Please! Eddie! -Mmm- please, just fuck me-" your breathless whines gasping out through swollen lips.

"Why should I? You said it yerself. I can't fuck my sweet lil sis, 's too taboo, but this way I'll get to pretend-" Eddie's smirk is so mean you can't help it as tears streak over plump cheeks.

"P-p-pleeEEeease! Please, am sorry and I don't care if i's wrong! I wan' your cock in my pussy! Please! I'll be good an' I'll do anything, I swear!" Your sobs are exactly what your big brother wants to hear.

"Oh yeah? You sure that's a good idea? I don't have any condoms..." His hands slip out from under your knees one dragging your hand from between you. His hands hold yours above your head as his shoulders support your legs. Eddie's throbbing erection is sandwiched by both your bodies. His lips brush your ear, "Baby, you aren't on birth control. Won't that really cross the line? Knocking you up?"

"I wan' it! Wanna have your babies! No one makes me feel so good or loves me so well, please." Your hands clench around his as if imploring him, hoping he'll ravage you.

"Such a good girl. Gon' make a good mama too-" Eddie angles his hips till his tip is kissing your quivering hole, "We're gon' make such pretty babies," Finally he sinks into your cunt with easy. The man has been edging you for so long your slick pussy welcomes him, "Fuck! Fuckfickfu-!"

He's thrusts are relentlessly deep where no one has ever dared to reach. His phallus punches in fast succession against your cervix. It stings in such a pleasant way your breath catches, "and I'm gonna- heh- im gonna teach 'em music."

"Eddie-!" You squeal with your head thrown back, "I's too much!! Too deep!!"

"No, s'not. Not enough. Need more an' 'm gon' give you more!" His words are slurred slack jawed and pussy drunk above you, "Godda be deep, baby, so ya can get knocked up."

For the second time tonight you wonder what you've gotten into.

[love-toxin]

✧˖° nasty sentence starters °˖✧

feel free to send one with a character(s) for me to write! (and reblog/share/use as you like also! <3)

fair warning: DDNE ahead.

Degrading

I - “Don't make me pull out.” 

II - “I want everyone to see you.” 

III - “Lick it, bitch.” 

IV - “Are you cumming again? Fucking scum–you cum when I say you can cum.” 

V - “I love how dumb you look right now.” 

VI - “Face the camera. Put on a big smile for me, yeah?” 

VII - “Go on, touch it. It's not gonna bite.” 

VIII - “I said, touch yourself. Don't give me that shy act right now.” 

IX - “Look at you, squirming around like that. Pathetic.” 

X - “No, you don't get to join me on the bed. Kneel on the floor.” 

XI - “To think, just a few minutes ago you refused to let me use this hole. Changed your mind quick, didn't you?” 

Submissive 

I - “D-Do I have to get on my knees?” 

II - “Can we do this in private? Please?”

III - “More!” 

IV - “Please don't stop.” 

V - “I'll be good, I promise.” 

VI - “Are you gonna use protection?” 

VII - “Me! I'm a good puppy! It's me!” 

VIII - “It's okay if you hurt me, I can take it.” 

IX - “I love it when you choke me.” 

X - “D-Did I make a mess on your face?” 

XI - "M-Meow.."

Breeding

I - “Gimme a baby, sweetheart.” 

II - “Ha! You're so getting knocked up.” 

III - “Gonna get you pregnant, you want that? I bet you do. It's written all over your face.”

IV - “Can I give you my babies? Pleeeeease?” 

V - “I know we just had one, but I really wanna breed you again.”

VI - “That's it, mama. Let's put another kid in this pretty belly.” 

VII - “Fuck, I love what pregnancy did to you. You're so fucking hot.” 

VIII - “Throw away your birth control. I'm going at it for real this time.” 

IX - “I could help you get your milk out, if you just asked.” 

X - “Breed me!” 

Noncon

I - “Stop fucking crying!” 

II - "Don't pretend like you didn't ask for this."

III - “I should've gagged you a long time ago. It suits you.” 

IV - “Ugh, get off me, you fucking perv!” 

V - “Spread your legs, or I'll use this knife to fuck you instead.” 

VI - “Just a little longer, I promise–I’m sorry baby, it'll be over soon, just a little more and I'll let you sleep.” 

VII - “Don't fight me, baby. Struggling is pointless.” 

VIII - “I'm keeping these for later.” 

IX - “Condom? Ha! That's funny.” 

X - “You're gonna be real popular online, cutie.” 

XI - “Are the drugs making you dizzy, sweetheart?” 

XII - “You're even noisier when you're asleep.”

Stuck

I - “Just a little bit–hey, not that much!” 

II - “Get in. We've only got a minute or two.” 

III - “Sure, I can make you cum quick. You know you can't resist me.” 

IV - “C'mooon, just give it a rub? I promise I'll be fast.” 

V - “I can't get off without your mouth. Just gimme a minute or two on your knees, and I can take care of it.” 

VI - “Just the tip?” 

VII - “Don't you dare make a mess!” 

VIII - “Just cause we're stuck here doesn't mean we have to-” 

IX - “Holy shit, are you stuck? I guess I'll just help myself then.” 

X - “You're pretty cocky for someone who can't get away.” 

Touching

I - “Can I touch myself?” 

II - “Are you getting off under my blanket?!” 

III - “S-Sorry, I didn't mean to walk in!” 

IV - “C'mon, we can rub one out together. It won't mean anything, I swear.” 

V - “Uh, did you need me to leave..?” 

VI - “It'd be easier to finish if you watched me, y'know…” 

VII - “Want me to teach you how?” 

VIII - “I bet I could make you squirt.” 

IX - “Aww, you need help getting it up?” 

X - “Gross! Quit touching yourself!” 

XI - “If you're so riled up, then hump your pillow. What? You heard me.” 

XII - “Go on, I got that toy for you! I wanna watch you use it.” 

Forbidden love

I - “Fuck, we really shouldn't be doing this here.” 

II - “Are you sure I'm not too old for you, sweetheart?” 

III - “I knew you'd fall for me eventually. Nobody could ever fuck you like I do.” 

IV - “Your ass is mine. I don't give a fuck what anyone else says.” 

V - “Who cares if they know? I hope they hear me pounding your guts every night.” 

VI - “I bet your boyfriend/girlfriend is real jealous right now.” 

VII - “Maybe I'll make your husband watch, just to show you I'm serious.” 

VIII - “C'mon, we're not even related! We can have a little fun if we want.” 

IX - “You always come crawling back. Don't say sorry, just get on my lap where you belong.” 

X - “A grade bump? Oh, don't play dumb. You know what you need to do if you want to pass.” 

XI - “Sometimes I think you fail your tests on purpose, just so you can fuck an A out of me.” 

Addiction

I - “I'm sorry! This is the last time, I promise. I just really need to get off.”

II - “If we don't bang in the next ten minutes, someone's gonna die.” 

III - “Jerking off to your pictures isn't that weird…”

IV - “Do you want money? I'll give you money. I'll give you anything, just, please let me taste you.” 

V - “Can't you just stay in bed with me today?” 

VI - “I'm not done yet–hold still.” 

VII - “What do you mean all my partners look like you? You're just seeing things.” 

VIII - “Okay, so I broke into your house and jacked off into your underwear, so what? It was only a couple times!” 

IX - “Is it bad that I dream about kidnapping you and fucking you in my basement?” 

X - “I trust you, but I still need to check so I know you're not cheating on me. Knees apart."  

XI - "It's a little late to hide--you already pissed on my lap."

Sweet

I - “Good morning, beautiful.” 

II - “Don't worry, I'll go slow, sweetheart.” 

III - “This always happens when we cuddle…not that I'm complaining, of course.”

IV - “Can I kiss you down here?” 

V - “You feel so nice. I could fall asleep like this.” 

VI - “Oh, I don't mind the blood, honey. Trust me, nothing will get in the way of me soothing your cramps.” 

VII - “Can I take your picture? You're so gorgeous, I want to remember this moment forever.” 

VIII - “Of course I can handle it! You won't suffocate me, I promise.” 

IX - “Whoops, uh…looks like I got a little too excited.” 

X - “Honestly, I feel like I need you even more now that we're married.” 

[thesimmermo]

SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

The Talk

Morgan gets home from picking Daze, Decklin, and Dallas up from school. DJ is at Computer Team practice. She finds Dirk in the dining room waiting on her. She sits down and stares at him.

Dirk: Hey, how was the traffic? Morgan: Not too bad. Dirk: How are you feeling? Morgan: The same.

Dirk: What does that mean? Morgan: Big. Overwhelmed. Exhausted. Dirk: It's almost the half-way mark. Morgan: Then what? I get pregnant again?

Dirk: Morgan, I didn't know that this was such a big deal. We have 4 other kids. What's the problem now? Morgan: You're kidding right? Dirk: No. I'm serious. I don't understand. Morgan: Dirk.

Dirk: Help me to understand. Morgan: I had a C-section with Decklin... almost died. I was in the hospital for a week. I had an early labor with Dallas, c-section, ALMOST DIED AGAIN. I was in the hospital and he was in the hospital for a month. I am scared. There's two babies this time. What happens if I actually do... Dirk: Don't say that!

Dirk: I don't know what I would do... This pregnancy won't be like those. You- Morgan: You heard Dr. Carter just like me. They're giving me a c-section in 2 months! I have scar tissue that's blocking my birth canal & putting pressure on my uterus so it isn’t getting enough blood flow... and the twins are small. What do you mean?! This is worse.

Morgan: I told you so many times after Decklin then again after Dallas that I didn't want to be pregnant again. That the boys were enough for me.

Dirk: No you didn't! You knew how I felt, I told you from the jump I wanted a big family. Morgan: I DID! AND WE ALREADY DO! THERE ARE SIX OF US! HOW MANY MORE DO YOU WANT? Do you wanna be the Duggars?! Dirk: You should have said something if you didn't want more kids!

Morgan: I DID! Dirk: WHEN?!

Morgan: I told you after we had Decklin, when my body wouldn't stop bleeding! I talked to you and then you told me, you wanted one more... So we had Dallas... We almost lost him, I told you again then! I told you when I said I wanted to start birth control, and you bitched about that. I told you when I wanted to get my tubes tied and you bitched about that. I told you when I wanted you to wear protection and you bitched about that. I ALWAYS TOLD YOU!

Dirk: That is.... Morgan: The truth and you know it. I never complained once. I love those 4 boys and I know I'll love these 2 too but for once, did you ever think about me? Did you ever think about the strain that is going on in my body?! Did that matter to you?

Morgan: I know that one of you greatest accomplishments is being a dad. You are a damn good one but you... you're one of my greatest accomplishments. I love being Mrs. Dreamer. I love knowing that I have a husband that loves me but for once.... did you ever think about me as your wife and not just the mother of your children?

Dirk: I am so sorry for being so selfish Morgan. I didn't realize that was the full extent. Morgan: But you did Dirky... You just didn't care. You wanted what you wanted..

Dirk looks up at her defeated face and sighs. She wipes away tears and looks away from him.

Dirk: I am so sorry Morgan. I should have listened... Morgan: I honestly, don't want to hear it Dirk. I'm... *voice cracks* I'm over it. Dirk: What can I do? Morgan: Go help the boys with their homework... Decklin is listening at the top of the stairs.

Footsteps scurry away above them. Morgan puts her head on the table and wipes away bitter tears. She feels like a load has been lifted off of her but she can't help but feel the immense sadness fill her heart as she hears Dirk walk away in defeat.

They’re whispering not to alert their parents.

Dallas: What happened? Decklin: Mommy and Daddy just had a fight. I think Mommy hates him. Daze: Mommy doesn't hate them. They just had a disagreement Deck. Decklin: They never fight. Dallas: Deck is right, Dazey. They never fight. Daze: It'll be okay. They'll be happy again soon. Mommy is probably just stressed because of the babies. Decklin: *begins to cry* Daze: Don't cry bro. It will be okay.

DJ gets home from school and Decklin sprints outside still upset to tell him what happened. DJ walks inside and finds his mom cooking but she doesn't say a word. He reaches out and gives her a hug. Morgan uses all her strength not to burst into tears in his arms.

Morgan: I love you. DJ: Love you too, Mommy.

Morgan: How was programming?

DJ: I love it. I had so much fun. I can’t wait to learn more.

Morgan smiles gently at him. As she turns to finish cooking, DJ finds his dad in the living room.

DJ: Decklin told me what happened. Is everything okay? Dirk: Yeah son. Everything is fine. It was just a misunderstanding. DJ: You don't have to lie to me pops. You and ma never get into fights so it must be serious.

Dirk: She's just scared about this pregnancy. DJ: Decklin scared or Dallas scared? Dirk: *sucks his teeth* So everyone can see it but me. I guess a mixture. DJ: Dad you see it. You just deal with it a different way. Deep down, I know you're scared too. You just tryna be a "man" and not cause mom to be even more nervous. Dirk: You're right. I just don't know how to show it. DJ: Or say it.

Dirk: I try to stay positive because I can't imagaine what I would do if I lost her. *voice cracks* I love her so much. DJ: You don't got to tell me that. I know. You'd starve, have dirty clothes, a filthy house, your beard would be uneven, your kids would be out of control and you be ho-- Dirk: Okay DJ! I get it. Shit. I need me and her to be on the same page. DJ: *laughs* Now you just gotta tell her that.

Dirk: I can't believe my 16 year old is giving me advice. DJ: Thanks to mom, I'm very smooth with the ladies. So talking is my speciality. Dirk: Well Mr. Suave, how do I let her know I understand her and that I want her to be happy too? DJ: The same way that you asked her to marry you.

Dirk frowns.

DJ: Open your big mouth and tell her. Do something nice for her. I'll watch the terrifying trio. Dirk: You don't have to do that. It's not your job. DJ: Oh but I do. I can't have my parents fighting in front of Decklin. You know he's a water balloon waiting to be popped.

Dirk throws a pillow at DJ and they share a loud laugh. Little do they know, that Morgan was listening in the kitchen.

Dirk: Thanks son. DJ: Anytime Pops. I love you. Dirk: I love you too. Now come on, let me help you with this computer project that you left open on my computer last night. Your coding is ass. DJ: That's cold, man.

[1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess]

MTL to have a breeding kink - (NCT 127 edition)

with motivations because why not author's note: don't mind me just making a subtle comeback after what feels like eons. :)

most

JEFFERY (jaehyun) Haechan Yuta

Johnny Doyoung

Mark Jungwoo Taeyong

Taeil

least

Jaehyun - literally thinks it's the most romantic thing ever. For him the purpose isn't necessarily like, to mark you or anything but def feels like it brings you two closer. I feel like Jeff- sorry... Jaehyun thinks it's somewhat of a bonding thing. It's a really sweet and sentimental act for him.

he's also well aware you're on birth control but part of him hopes you can start a family soon cuz he's down with that shit or whatever🥺

Haechan

Genuinely just because he's freaky as fuck! Like the first time you do it without a condom, he def ends up over-stimming you and himself because of how fucking good it feels. Like when I tell you this man is whipped for your pussy, I mean it.

Kinky ass bitch (smh)

Yuta

As sweet of a partner as he can be, this man is the literal devil in the bedroom. So fucking possessive and it's kinda hot iwl. Like he's territorial to a fault. If you were to go to a friend's party or something with him, he's fine with you living your life but when somebody starts getting a little too comfy while chatting you up and see you entertaining them purely for comedic purposes so you can have a good laugh back home with yuta at how terrible the persons attempt at picking you up was, he's fuming. Politely pulling you aside into the host's guest bathroom and fucking the shit out of you. Takes your panties and gives you a little kiss telling you to keep it all in so that when your little friend chats you up and it starts dripping you'll be a humiliated mess and it's all because of Yuta.

Talk about a sadist...

Johnny

Now he may seem like such a gentleman, heck that's why your parents are so fond of him. If only they knew what really went on in his mind. This guy has an array of freaky shit he's into but his absolute favourite has got to be filling you up. Absolutely loves the face you make when you feel his warmth in you. Thinks you're so cute. He's also a sucker for the absolute mess he makes of you. "C'mon baby, you heard your parents, we can't keep 'em waiting any longer for a grandchild. Now, be a good girl and take it". He knows you're absolutely whipped for him when he hears you babbling on about carrying his kinds and whatnot.

What a menace

Doyoung

Wowwww, he just likes the absolute thrill of it. The thought of him knocking you up turns him on to no end. Can't help but get all giddy at the thought of having a family with you. And he acts like he's a nonchalant mf but can't wait to see the day you become a mommy.

aww he's such a sweetie

Mark

He finds it so hot cumming in you but is shit scared of actually getting you pregnant since you guys are still pretty young. Probably won't fuck you raw as often as any of the guys above him on the ranks but still finds it nice. He thinks it's like cute and when you guys raw dog it (I'm so sorry I realise how goofy that sounds💀) he gets all soft (not literally) but he's all cuddly and likes staying in you for a while and just lays atop of you and wraps you in such a warm embrace after. "M-Mark... baby you can get out now." "Just one more minute, you're so nice and warm"

he's such a big baby... emphasis on big👀

Jungwoo

Now don't get him wrong, he finds it so sexy and definitely gets the hype of fucking raw. but... it really doesn't do anything for him. Like he's not doing it to claim you or knock you up but purely because if it's shit you're into then he'll do it to make you happy.

aww gosh darn it, c'm'ere sweet baby.

Taeyong

He'd rather cum on your boobies. He's such a titties man Like, I know we're moving more into an ass or titties type mtl but he's not about that. Besides, he's already your baby. why would you want another?🥺🥺

damn it now i'm all soft...

Taeil

My man is not about that 24/7 babysitting life. Bitch has it hard as is, babysitting the neos from 9 to 5. When he gets home, he'd rather it just be you and him against the wall- I mean world.🤭

[marichild]

I have not read your Gojo and Megumi and Tsumiki yet because I'm slow at going through my tbr but ⭐ for that fic and also ⭐ any fic you'd like to give a little insight on :D

IM SORRY IM LATE FOR THIS AAAAA it's been an. insane week. adulting sucks lowkey but

okay!!! my beloved baby, what should we become, in what form? began, like most fics, as a random thought that completely and utterly spiraled out of control.

ever since I first got into jjk via the anime I've been so utterly ill about their dynamic. add tsumiki into that dynamic and I was absolutely so gone. that's a little family yall....the doomed found family ever to ME

now. necessary context: I like trans-beaming characters and megumi and gojo are among the characters who got the transmasc beam. my original idea, before I'd even finished shihuya incident arc, was a little ficlet where transmasc gojo takes baby transmasc megumi clothes shopping a bit after they meet. except this is not what happened.

you see. I have a tendency to yap, and what was supposed to be a short little thing became....nearly 5k words and I hadn't gotten to the clothes shopping yet, so I stopped like. okay this is missing so much context here and there I should just commit to it. I have a chronic problem of not being able to shut up ever.

so I sat down one day and made a timeline of details I had based off the anime alone. then my goal was to speed run all my assignments and work related documents so that I'd have time to finish the manga (I came out of it a bloodied mess. and shipping shokuna, funnily enough). after that, I began to organize details on the zen'in because sadly we got almost nothing on the gojo.

(I did go around digging for interviews with gege but the most I got was the sugar baby thing and how his parents are still alive and I decided oh what the hell canon is my playground anyway.)

and so the final outline looks a little something like this: a missing-scenes fic of gojo & megumi & tsumiki, ranging from 2010 - 2018,- with scenes from pre-hidden inventory sprinkled in. I a satosugu bitch so there's that as well. I can tell you that while this will remain mostly canon compliant there are 2 scenes with them that I'm excited to write.

it has been quite a hassle keeping the timeline and ages and everything straight — the way I spent two hours trying to figure how exactly the whole thing with nanami leaving went down before I also went fuck it — but for the most part I've managed to pin it all down. shoutout to the time I was awake until 4am to pin down the ages gojo and megumi were exactly when they met. truly I either wing it and cross my fingers or go all in guns blazing....

for the most part I have the entire fic at least loosely planned out even though additional scenes keep sneaking in as I write. there's also the fact that I thought too hard about certain scenarios that gojo doesn't fully grasp the dynamics of from his point of view, so I have a few spinoff/companion one shot drafts lying around too — off the top of my head, shoko pov of the night parade, yuutamaki & inuokko poly mess immediately post-night parade & a little bit after, megumi’s first day on jujutsu high campus and accidentally developing a bit of a crush on yuuta, as well as complete rewrite of my only existing canon itafushi fic.

now to talk about a different point: it's so easy to project queer headcanons onto jjk characters forever (especially kirara but her being transfem is literally Canon mwah) and one thing I wanted to explore with this fic was: how do they handle being trans and queer? what would a growing up look like for megumi if he weren't assigned male at birth; how would it affect the zen'in sale and his history of school violence?

what would it do to gojo, who's at once so powerful and so powerless? and that brings us to the next point: truly, this fic is an attempt at understanding gojo through his grief and anger and his attempts to try and raise two kids who won't be abandoned the way he and his friends were. he's not the best at this; he sucks pretty badly, honestly, but he loves them, prioritizes their happiness and safety above all, and that's enough for them, for any kid, I think.

do I think he handles anything well ever? no, least of all megumi and his school violence. but I also think that he genuinely cares and would try to understand in his own roundabout way. that's a lot for a kid at that age, you know? especially considering how megumi would feel alienated at TWO levels. makes a wailing noise I'm so normal about them

now, tsumiki: this was. trickier. given the lack of canon tsumiki content. but I do believe they'd bond over one thing: wanting megumi’s safety and happiness always. I think they'd have a fun bond where tsumiki is really the one managing the household and keeping her idiot boys in line, but ultimately gojo is the older figure she needs to stay sane while she's the parentified child. they'd clash some over the way he does things, but again: with time and care, it'll be fine. her falling into a coma couldn't have been easy for him, either.

that brings me back to: at the heart of this is really just ... attempting to figure out and frame through the lens of "raising" kids and growing up into his own person, as miserable as he was his entire adult life, how he dealt with grief. while he was never happy for real per se, I want to see and write, as convincingly as possible, how he'd process his grief and come to accept it, in the same way he has canonically accepted he's nothing more than a weapon — but god forbid anyone touches any of his students, his kids. it's game over then.

the verse is so sprawling in my head and there's so much there forever but. zips my mouth shut. no spoilers <3

(and no, I still haven't gotten to the clothes shopping scene. we're at approximately 27k words on the doc.....please)

[awkwardpaulie]

The Pregnancy (pt. 1)

This is for the Brahms Bitches that don't mind being pregnant...

• So, you don't have much in terms of birth control with Brahms. Asking Malcolm to bring Plan B? Condoms?? Long Term Birth Control pills???

• Yeah, nah. Probably not gonna happen.

• Now it's nine or so months later.

• You have Malcolm bring a midwife to the manor and ofc he's super concerned bc you had no visitors but him??? He's never seen your s/o???

• He, logically, asks if you've been assaulted. You laugh at that but assure him that the act was consensual, very much so.

• He tries to get you out of the estate to see a doctor. You tell him to find one that does house visits.

• He, begrudgingly, does... as well as a midwife.

• Brahms is a bit miffed that so many visitors are/have been over, but he also understands why - he just doesn't like it.

• Malcolm & the midwife team up to take care of you during the entire pregnancy.

• Brahms doesn't like it bc he's gotta hide away from them, thus is away from YOU.

• So, he tries to scare them away but Malcolm thinks it's Ghost Brahms, and the Midwife isn't too spooked. They've seen worse.

• Eventually, you've had enough. Since the pregnancy isn't easy - having almost all the horrible side effects - you want the one person that's been by your side, the one that loves and cherishes you, the one that would kill and die for you.

• You basically yell for Brahms to come out even though guests are here.

• He does bc you are SCARY.

• Malcolm's like "my whole life has been a lie"

• The midwife is like "well, how bout dat"

• Brahms is just like 🧍‍♂️

• While you're like "*grabby hands* come cuddle me, my love"

• It takes Malcolm a while to truly come to terms that Brahms is alive.

• The Midwife is like "another pair of hands! Huzzah!"

• Brahms isn't happy about being social, but he'll do it for you... for maybe 10 minutes and then hides until they leave.

• That's a new routine, and Midwife helps too. Brahms socializes for 10, pushing 15, minutes and then disappears.

• He only comes out when they're gone or busy, so he can have you to himself.

• He tells you he's sorry this is happening to you. He knows you don't like the body aches, heart burn, sore feet, etc.

• He's doing his best to be a Good Boy for you.

• So you can finally give birth and give the baby away bc he's Baby. He already assumes you won't keep them bc you have each other, right? Why add more??

... to be continued

[kileyrose-2003]

How Rebecca characters would react to you saying you love them:

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you all are doing well and I've missed you all. It's been forever since I've done any writing and I'm sorry. I'm slowly getting to all your fics and request. I mentioned I was having problems with my mental health during the spring. I still am and life has thrown way more twist and turns than I've expected in the past few months. But I'm learning to manage.

This post is for my dear friend @merci-bitch who has been with me through all the twist and turns and dealing with all my craziness. Words can't describe how much it means to me. I love you and thank you for everything. I hope you enjoy and take care of yourselves lovelies!

Rose

Rose has telepathy and many other psychic abilities

Unlike various members of The True, she can read you like a book

At this point in time you'd be a rube

Not to mention she's very smug

She's hot and she knows it

And Rose has no shame

Like I've mentioned before, Rose internalizes affection

She loves The True Knot but her moments of greatest affection are strictly towards you and Crow

So you'd have to tell her in private to get at least a not so cold reaction out of her

But she wouldn't be surprised

She'd smile at you teasingly

Strut towards you with her posture like that of a queen

She'd run her fingers through your hair and smile

Place a small little kiss on your forehead

"I know."

Do not underestimate this woman's cockiness. Crow is not the only one who has a god complex in The True Knot.

And Rose has the greatest one of them all

She won't return the words back at first

Rose has seen so many people come and go over the years

But she will show you how much she loves you and let's say you won't be a rube much longer

Riza

Riza is seductive as hell

But like Rose, she shares her softer moments towards you and only you.

And she also knows she's hot

The two of you would be at home together with Riza looking lovely as always

You'd be in the beginning stages of dating and either be watching a movie together or just cuddling

Riza is totally the big spoon

She'd be a few drinks in and gets bored

"Come darling, let's go have some fun together!"

"Define fun."

This would lead to the two of you stumbling upstairs to Riza's room

She'd be throwing her clothes all over the place as she tried to dress you up

"Oh come on Y/n! Try this dress. You'd look beautiful wearing this to the club."

"Riza, you are drunk."

"And?"

As you continue to rant on about how she did not need another drink her lips would come crashing down on yours

It's unexpected but a very good type of unexpected

By the time the two of you would pull away from the kiss, you'd both be panting

"I love you."

Like Rose she's smug, but it's a grateful smug that leads to her lifting you up that way your legs are wrapped around your waist

"I know and I love you too."

It's a lustful 'I love you' but she does mean

She'd show you how much she loves you too

Kathleen

Now Kathleen is the wild card here because she'd be the one to say I love you first

She's a bit of a drinker and loves a good party

But she is very in touch and has a good sense of how she's feeling over all

She's been in enough relationships to knos when she cares and doesn't care for a person

But she cares for you deeply, you'd know each other from the time you were kids

The two of you would be at a party together and she'd be drunk as hell, she loves her martini's

Kathleen would be kissing you all over and trying to flirt with different people

But you're the one who keeps her under control and stops her from doing anything she'd regret the next morning

You are the responsible one in this relationship but you don't mind

At the end of the night she'd barely be able to walk and she'd stay at your apartment overnight

Subconsciously she'd curl up next to you in her sleep and you'd give a small smile, gently caressing her hair and you'd hold it for her the next morning when she experiences one of her worser hangovers

You wouldn't leave her side and it would mean alot to her

The 'I love you' slips from her lips softly as she starts to recover, fighting on the verge of sleep

You'd happily return the words and place a small kiss on her temples, making her give you that cheeky smile you learned to love

The next time you see her, she'd make sure to have something special set up for you to really reinforce her words

Jenny

With Jenny it would be a very unexpected I love you

You were one of the first people who made friends with her when she decided to tour with the circus

The two of you would go shopping together, have dinner, sing, etc.

So naturally the two of you were close

You knew her like the back of your hand and in return she knew you the same

You never thought you'd grow feelings for her but over time you couldn't help to

Her voice was just so pretty and the way she looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the world she had eyes for

You knew she thought she loved Phineas though

And that hurt like hell but yet you still couldn't help but have a soft spot for her

She'd come to you crying after Phineas turned her away and you'd be there to comfort her

Even though you really wanted to tell her I told you so

After she'd calm down from crying, you'd hug her for a little

Murmuring a small 'I love you' in her ear

She'd move away from you confused

"You do?"

You were so scared she'd push you away in that moment

She didn't know what to think at first, as part of her was afraid she'd end up hurt again and she was confused

But she gave you the chance and she was glad she did

When she left the circus, she took you with her and neither of you ever looked back

Dinah

Dinah has been hurt alot

But all she really wants is someone to love, who loves her in return just as much or even more

She seriously needs a hug

You met her a little after she gave birth and she always seemed a little sad

You were one of the very few people who treated her with kindness in a long time so she immediately grew close to you

Neither of you had a lot of spare time, as you were trying to balance spending time with her and support your family

Life in the biblical period in Egypt was not easy for women by any means

But the moments the two of you could spend together, you'd cherish

The day you told Dinah you loved her, she was having a really rough day

She felt like she was trapped and alone, and she wanted her son

So you sat there with her, hugging her while she cried

You murmured sweet nothings in her ear, trying to sooth her

And that's when the I love you slipped out

She was scared at first but after sinking it in, for the first time in forever she smiled

She'd almost immediately return the I love you and it made you so happy

The two of you had to sneak around to see each othet after that but every day and second of it was worth it

Rebecca

Rebecca would not be shocked at all

She's a natural snogger and loves to hug people

So the two of you would have a very, openly affectionate friendship

You've known each other for forever

The two of you would be out doing a promotional interview for a movie you both were working on together

And because the two of your personalities blend together, you both would be giggling the entire time

There's zero seriousness with either of you in the same room

Which made Rebecca kind of glad because people on the film set were trying to hit on you, and she distracted you from that

Eventually the interviewer would get a bit annoyed and leave the room for a quick break

The two of you would be laughing still

"If we're like this now can you imagine what we're going to be like when we're old?"

"Same sense of humor but fifty years later. He's right though. You'll still be as pretty as you are today."

You'd give a tiny aww and that's when the I love you would slip out

She'd give your cheek and immediately turn the I love you with her typical, bright smile

God, she's seriously so cute

Ilsa

The I love you that you gave Ilsa was a very scary one and highly unexpected

The two of you have known each other for years and have been close friends

You got paired up for a mission

It was supposed to be an easy in and out

The two of you thought you had everything under control, the room cleared out

And then you got shot

Once in the leg and other time in the stomach

Ilsa immediately took care of the person who hurt you

But she was panicking because you were bleeding bad

She called for help but was honestly scared you weren't going to make it

It was then that you told her you loved her

Ilsa is a strong woman but she did shed a tear or two

"I love you too. Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

When the ambulance finally got there and it was time for them to put you on the stretcher, she refused to leave you

She sat with you the entire time, holding your hand and trying to get you to stay with her

Once you got to the hospital you immediately had to be taken for surgery

You made it through with no complications

When you woke up the next morning she was still sitting by your side and you were so grateful.

You loved her too much to ever want to be away from her again

And she felt the same way. She was just so glad you were okay.

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Eight

Table of Content or Part Thirty-Seven

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A/N: Question — what song do you think of when you think of Nikki and Viv? I'm trying to see something

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My bare feet hook underneath his thighs the second I realize he's about to  finish and he gives a crooked smirk up at me, his breathing beginning to shallow.

Nikki holds my hips still, groaning out as his cum coats the inside of me, causing me to let out a hazey moan, my mind cloudy from our rather lengthy round.

Once he's finished, I'm getting off of him and falling beside him, catching my breath as we recover is silence fore several minutes.

"Are you on birth control or something?" He asks me out of nowhere and I tense up, looking at him.

"Why're you asking?"

"I've been thinking about it since Vince and Sharise had Skylar, for some reason. I mean, I haven't used a rubber since we started dating and most of the time I don't pull out, and we've only had one pregnancy scare in the past, what, like, four years?"

"You've managed to keep track of how long we've been together?" I ask him, pretending to be shocked and he gently hits my arm with the back of his hand, and I chuckle, rolling over to face him, my lips pressing to his bicep for a moment.

I think I'm in the clear, dodging his question, but I'm not.

"I'm being serious, Viv, are you on something or...?" He asks and I lick my lips.

"Maybe my antidepressant affects fertility, I don't know." I shrug, lying through my teeth. "Drugs can cause issues on your end, too, so maybe that's another reason."

"Oh." He replies.

I avoid looking at him, sitting up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed before reaching down to grab his shirt by my feet.

You know those lies, that start simple and small, and then snowball more and more over time and explode in flames from hell that melt the snow and turn it into scalding hot water that leaves third-degree burns on the person that's being lied to? Yeah, we both had lots of those, and that was one of mine.

I

take a shower and brush my teeth, excited for my plans tonight, and as I start putting makeup up on, Nikki's getting in the shower.

"Are you and Robin going out tonight?" I ask him.

"Uh, yeah. Sparkie's coming, too." He replies and I roll my eyes.

I know they'll go out to a club and hide in the bathroom, shooting up and snorting blow a  majority of the time, only leaving to get some drinks.

"My doctor was really curious as to why I needed a refill so soon being that he gave me a month supply a week before Sparkie traded it." I comment to remind him Sparkie's a piece of shit.

"Sparkie learned his lesson, baby." He tells me in a half-chuckle and I raise my brows at myself in the mirror and turn the sink on.

"Jesus fuck, Viv!" He screams, being bombarded with ice cold water for a moment.

"Awe, I'm sorry, maybe Sparkie can sympathize with you." I reply smartly.

He's getting out of the shower, covered in suds, glaring at me, and I take off running with him chasing close behind.

"Spoiled brat!" He calls at me, the both of us naked as jaybirds.

"Trader bastard!" I say back, right before he catches me, pulling me against his wet, soapy body, his hands not skipping a moment to start tickling me.

I squeal, the both of us falling to the floor, my feet and legs kicking out of instinct.

"Don't you do it." He threatens. "Remember what happened last time."

"Not my fault you're a pussy." I reply, immediately regretting it when he starts tickling me again, this time, getting on top of me to pin me down.

He doesn't let up until I'm laughing so hard I'm in tears, and he's tired of struggling with me.

We look at each other for a minute, before he grins and kisses me.

"I gotta finish getting ready." He tells me, getting off of me and helping me up.

"Yeah, I do, too."

I decided a nice trip to Malibu would be a great thing for GN'R. I mean, go to Tansy's house there, have her invite over some of her single girl friends to mingle with the guys, stay over night so they don't have to worry about whether or not they'd be able to crash at their stripper friends' apartment and sleep on the floor that night, have a nice breakfast together the next morning, and just give Axl and Izzy time to really get to know Tansy, because they haven't hung out with her very much, while Slash, Duff and Steven see her almost more than I do.

I glance around the living room of Tansy's Malibu beach house, seeing beach bunnies all around with perfectly tanned skin, bombshell hair and perfect smiles, then look at Steven and Slash, who seem to be having a pretty good time.

They both look like they're in heaven, girls on either side of them, obviously fans of their work on the Sunset Strip back in L.A.

Izzy took a girl up to the guest bedroom long ago, while Axl's just nursing a bottle of Jack, with a beautiful brunette chattering his ear off while he's pretending not to care about what Tansy's doing as she talks to one of her girl friends across the room.

I do a mental head count, and notice my 6'4 blonde is nowhere to be seen.

Maybe he found a girl or two of his own and followed in Izzy's footsteps, taking over a spare room?

I brush it off, deciding it's none of my business and step to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi out of the fridge. 

When I pass by the doors that lead to the balcony over looking the ocean, though, I see the outline of someone sitting in the lounge chair. 

Recognizing the slender frame, I grab my soda and head outside, Duff looking over his shoulder to see who I am, before smiling at me innocently, bottle of Vodka by his foot and pack of Marlboros on one knee as a sketch pad and pen are being supported by his other.

"Hi." I say as he scoots over to make room for me. "Mr. Social Butterfly." I add, sarcastically.

"Hey." He replies, moving his Vodka over so I won't knock it down with my foot.

"I figured you be eating that up." I motion to the door, referring to the gorgeous girls inside and he chuckles a little.

"I don't know, I haven't really been feeling chicks lately." He tells me and I furrow my brows a little.

"Well, I'm sure she has some boy friends, too, if you're feeling something different." I inform him, knowing what he meant, but he laughs and shakes his head.

"Not like that, Viv." He tells me and I pull my red hair behind my shoulders to get it out of my face, before taking a sip of my drink. "I've been, uh, working on something new, kinda. The lyrics have been going off left and right in my head, I just thought I'd better get somewhere quiet and write them down before I lose them." He explains, holding up his notepad.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I feel like I've intruded, or messed up his groove, about to leave him alone to finish but he puts his hand on my knee to stop me from standing up.

"No, no, it's fine." He insists, taking his hand off of me, not thinking anything of it, despite me feeling warmth radiate from where he touched me.

I ignore it.

"I've already gotten everything I had in mind, so far." He explains. "Just a verse and chorus."

"What's the name of it?" I ask, and he scratches the back of his neck.

"I don't know if I need to tell you. I'm superstitious about this stuff, Viv." He tells me, even though he's completely full of shit.

He just wants to aggravate me.

"It's just the title, Duff. You let me hear you say 'turn around, bitch, I gotta use for you' and this can't be worse than that." I point out and he chuckles, licking his lips before looking at me.

His hand covers the lyrics, exposing the title line of the page.

"Paradise City" is scribbled in his writing and I smile when he moves his hand and let's me read  the chorus, and verse that he's gotten so far, a giant smile pulling at my lips.

"Who the hell inspired this?" I ask him, raising my brows.

"Nobody particular." He shrugs. "You like it?"

"I already love it." I tell him.

Not to compare two completely different bands who earned their names all on their own, but there are a few song parallels between Guns N' Rose's Appetite for Destruction, and Mötley Crüe's Girls, Girls, Girls albums.

Guns' Welcome to the Jungle was like Mötley's Wild Side. Paradise City was like Girls, Girls, Girls. Mr. Brownstone was like Dancing on Glass. But my favorite parallel has to be Sweet Child O Mine and You're All I Need.

I remember Nikki had given me a tape of You're All I Need after we got into a massive argument because he thought I was spending too much time with Duff. But he had practically accused me of having feelings for Duff, and even acting on them (which was pretty hypocritical being that he'd been screwing Vanity since 1986 at that point.)

A few weeks later, Nikki convinced me to come down to the studio so he could personally give me a copy of a song he had written me, and me--being excited--decided I wanted the guys to hear it, too.

I went to the Franklin Plaza where Steven, Duff, Slash, Izzy and Axl were hanging out, discussing a meeting they'd had with their label.

When I told them Nikki wrote a love song about me (thinking it was his way of trying to patch up our marriage and say to the world "I love this woman") the guys had to hear it, not believing me.

The ballad started beautifully, tears coming to my eyes, but my warmed heart quickly began boiling in my chest by the time the second chorus ended.

"I don't think this is a love song." Izzy stated, while shaking his head a little.

"Yeah, uh...he's talking about killing you." Axl had told me, everyone seemed slightly disturbed.

"Your girlfriends get Sweet Child O Mine and what does the dedicated wife that has done nothing but love this sick bastard get?! A song dedicated to his deep desire to murder me!"

"Dude, hasn't he actually tried to kill you before?" Steven asked.

Which made the song even more ironic, along with the last line of the chorus, "and I loved you but you didn't love me" which in itself was slap in the fucking face.

I didn't hear the full song at that time because Duff had took it out of the player and stomped it under his cowboy boot.

That pretty much set the tone for the months to come.

"You're also incredibly biased." He replies in the same tone and I nudge him with my elbow.

"You don't know how many songs I have actually had to tear out of Nikki's hand and hide them from him because they were so bad I just could not allow them to be recorded." I tell him.

"Oh, please." He brushes me off.

"Have you heard 'Theater of Pain'?" I ask him with raised brows.

"Yeah."

"Home Sweet Home and Smokin' in the Boy's Room were the only really good ones. And Smokin' in the Boy's Room was a cover. The other songs were songs I didn't know were written, or I would have hid them from him, too." I state and he tries not to laugh, but fails, making himself snort, which kickstarts my laughter. 

Once we settle down, he clears his throat, and gets a kind of serious expression on his face.

"I really wish he wasn't on that shit, Viv." He tells me and I don't even have to ask who he's talking about. "I mean, I'm not judging him or whatever because Izzy and Slash are in on that stuff, too, but...I just hate to see he's on it, because it's kinda hard to manage it once you hit a certain point, ya know?" He asks and I nod a little. "I think he's a pretty cool guy...so it sucks to see him act like that."

"It's not that bad, right now." I tell him, completely in denial. "He's still Nikki, he just does stuff he's not suppose to. That's nothing new to me."

"I'm just a little worried, is all." He admits.

"There's no need to be." I reassure him. "He's got a handle on things."

Dear God did I eat those words a week later in Dallas, Texas.

It's like watching a fucking car accident. 

Except instead of a car, it's my husband, and instead of a car accident, it's him losing his ever loving mind, crouched on the hotel room desk, as he babbles on, making absolutely no sense as he shouts at his parents who aren't even present.

I just came back from the pool, got a shower, and came in to him doing this.

"Nikki!" I try to get him out of whatever drug-induced show he's on.

"I'm not me! I'm not Nikki! I'm someone else!" He insists, hands yanking at his hair, his eyes completely taken over by an entirely different beast. 

I panic, immediately calling Fred.

"The fuck is wrong?!" He asks when I open the door, hearing Nikki's screaming and carrying on and I try to keep the absolute fear that's locking up my system from showing.

"I-I don't know. I got in from the pool and he was kinda jittery but I thought he'd done some blow, but then he started screaming when I was in the shower and now he's--"

Fred gets tired of hearing Nikki's meaningless shrieks at people who aren't in the room with us, and snatches him off the desk.

Nikki hits the floor, and a switch is flipped, sending him into strong convulsions, opting thick, white foam to pour from his mouth.

"Fuck, Sixx!" Fred lets out, turning him on his side. "Get me a roll of toilet-paper." He barks at me and I do as I'm told, saying a very colorful, silent prayer in my head. 

He tries to get Nikki to bite down on it to keep him from biting his tongue, but Nikki can't do it. screaming instead.

When I think I can't take the confused, scared, out-of-character shrill, it's like God himself knocks Nikki out, leaving Fred and I in complete silence, riddled with what just happened.

Fred checks his pulse and sighs in relief, looking at me.

"Viv, are you alright?" He asks me, taking deep breaths.

"Y-yeah." I say, nodding, even though I know it's written all over my face that I can't be further from "alright."

"Vivian--"

"I just need a second." I tell him, standing up to go to the bathroom, disguising oncoming tears in a strong, steady voice that's physically uncomfortable to push past the lump in my throat.

I lock myself inside the bathroom and turn the water back on, gripping the counter before I find myself in the floor, quiet sobs rocking through me.

I just want my Nikki back...not this tainted demon nesting himself in Nikki's skin, festering his bullshit in Nikki's mind.

By the time I'm worn down from crying, and tired from lying on the bathroom floor, I pull myself up and open the bathroom door, stepping into the room.

I guess Fred put Nikki in the bed before he left, because Nikki's still passed out, just tucked in the covers. 

I get pajamas on, scared to even touch him because I don't want him to start seizing again.

Cautiously getting closer to him, nestling my forehead against his arm, I thank God for the feeling of his pulse under my finger tips in the crook of his arm, and find myself passing out with utter exhaustion.

The next morning, Nikki's really quiet.

I'm not sure if he remembers what happened last night, but I'm not asking him. 

After finding a needle and evidence of an 8-ball of coke, he can lick my twat if he thinks I'm talking to him anytime soon. 

The video shoot for Home Sweet Home is happening today, and a limo picks Nikki and I up at the hotel, driving us to the venue, neither of us acknowledging the other. 

Once we get there, someone's dressing Nikki like a damn toddler, because he's too fucked from last night to dress himself in his done up stage costume.

Nikki was so, so, so, obviously, utterly fucked up when they filmed the music video for Home Sweet Home. 

The entire time, he was chugging Jack to try to calm himself down from a high he later described felt like, "being on acid and speed at the same time" and with the way he was acting like he couldn't see a damn thing, I believe it. 

He kept sunglasses on a majority of the time so people couldn't see how his eye were practically doing cartwheels. 

"Viv, we're about to start, where's Nikki?" His bass tech asks me and I glance around, furrowing my brows a little.

"I haven't seen in him about an hour. He went over there by the stage...at least I think he did." I tell him, stepping over to the last place I saw him. "He was here and..." I trail off, hearing Nikki having a full blown conversation, his voice coming from underneath the stage.

The two of us sit and listen for a moment, realizing Nikki's just talking, taking long pauses, then answering a question that was never asked by anybody, not even himself.

"Who is he talking to?" His tech asks me under his breath so Nikki won't hear.

I roll my jaw, getting fed up.

"Probably the fucking demon he sees and befriends every time he gets high." I state, fully believing that at this point, there is indeed a demon following him around, breathing down his neck, stripping him of his control and cheering him on with each grain of coke, bottle of Jack, cc of heroin and prescription-grade pill.

"Nikki," His tech starts. "Who're you talking to?"

"I'm talking. Leave me alone." Nikki argues.

"Nikki." I state, looking at him. 

It's the first time he's heard my voice all day.

"There's nobody there, baby. C'mon." I motion my hand for him to get out from under the stage.

"Leave me alone!" He snaps at me, nearly hissing.

"Dude, calm down, you're freaking out." His tech tells him. 

"Nikki, get your ass out from under there or so help me God, I will come in and drag you out by your dick." I promise him. 

He puffs up like a pissed off rooster and stomps out, passing by us, grumbling under his breath.

Do you wanna know what was really fucked up about that time? Vince couldn't have a beer without someone losing their mind. He was supposed to be sober. Nikki would bust Vince's balls if he even saw him looking at a bottle...but then Nikki would load anything and everything into his body, simultaneously.

Vince quickly became the odd man out, and had been ever since that night with Razzle. There was this vibe, this tension, that Vince was only kept in the band at that time, because they were getting hotter and hotter, and each member was the ticket to reach their full potential as a band. Each member was important.

Without Tommy, there was no band. Without Mick, there was no band. Without Nikki, there was no band.

And without Vince, there was no band...that was the one that really didn't sit too well with Sikki.

[alliswell21]

This was a prompt I saw @lovely-tothe-bone had posted. You know me, I suffer “shiny-red-ball syndrome” or actually “puffy-tail-plot-bunny Syndrome”

Anywho... Rated M for language and adult situations. Modern!Everlark. Also, I stole a line from @mega-aulover and I’m not sorry! 🙃

The Garage

The Panem Mockingjays were in the Super Bowl for the first time in history, a true Cinderella story of perseverance and teamwork that brought them to play against none other than the legendary Capitol Mutts, who were getting the beating of their life! 27 to 3 with only thirteen minutes on the clock and one timeout left.

The trophy was in the bag, and it was beautiful!

The Mockingjays were in possession; the Mutts ran an aggressive defense, but the Mockingjays’ quarterback sidestepped a tackle and scored a 30 yard touchdown.

The whole room in the Everdeen home exploded in cheers!

Katniss had been squirming half the evening in the loveseat she occupied with her best friend, Peeta Mellark, and decided she couldn’t take the tension anymore. She had to do something about it.

Looking around, Katniss stood up and motioned Peeta to follow her. She put a finger to her lips to shush him, then wrapped her hand around his, and pulled him out of the den, where their families were celebrating raucously the victory they could practically taste.

“Where are we going?” Peeta whispered harshly, trying not to trip over his feet.

“Somewhere quiet, where we can be alone for a minute.” She responded in a similar tone. “Now, stop walking so loudly, would you?”

“Sorry.” He said sheepishly, and really tried to step lightly on Mrs. Everdeen’s pristine hardwood floors.

They made it to the kitchen, but instead of turning left, to the staircase leading upstairs to the bedrooms, Katniss went straight, out the kitchen door to the backyard, and on to the detached garage.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Peeta asked nervously.

The garage was Mr. Everdeen’s pseudo mancave, complete with a mini fridge, a rickety couch and an ancient TV set on top of his work bench. Their fathers hung out there for hours drinking beer, working on projects, deploring sports statistics and generally gossiping about whatever it was grown man gossiped about.

Katniss winked and closed the garage door with a click behind them.

"Our parents are so drunk, they won't even notice we left. Calm down." She told him as she fell to her knees, making quick work of his fly and undershorts.

Peeta tried to argue— honest! but Katniss was fast with those clever fingers of hers— her mouth on his cock shut him up quickly.

Peeta stood there uselessly, struggling between watching her suckle his dick while pumping the parts of him she couldn’t fit in her warm little mouth, and letting his head fall backwards and enjoy the ride until it was his turn to reciprocate the favor; and Lord in Heaven, did he wanted to reciprocate!

She had really gotten good at this, he thought when feeling the telltale tingling at the base of his spine. He was so close!

He couldn’t help his slow, whiny moan, “Katnisss… fuuuuck!” His eyes squeezed shut, his hands grabbed onto some surface he’d knocked his ass against when he started coming into Katniss’ gloriously wet mouth.

It wasn't until the door opened, that his eyes were able to focus again... on the angry face of Mr. Everdeen as he took in the sight of his daughter’s full mouth.

“What the fuck is this?!” The man slurred loudly.

Katniss scrambled to her feet, somehow blocking her father from seeing Peeta tuck himself back into his pants. But nothing prevented the man from watching his daughter wipe the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

It only took the man a surprising two steps to cross the garage and reach his child. He was about to grab her upper arm when Peeta pushed her behind his broader frame.

“I can explain!” Peeta shouted fanning out his arms to shield the girl.

“You can explain? What, how the two of you stabbed me and everyone else in the back by sneaking around like this?” Mr. Everdeen’s bloodshot eyes were crazed, spittle flew everywhere out of his mouth. “You can explain you disrespected my home and my daughter by taking advantage of her under my nose?”

“He didn’t take advantage of me!” Katniss protested ducking under Peeta’s outstretched arm to face her father. “I wanted to do it. I brought him out here ‘cause we like each other… a lot!”

Sensing danger, Peeta grabbed Katniss by the waist and shoved her out of the way. “Sir, I swear is not like—”

“You little shit!“ Mr. Everdeen took ahold of the boy’s collar and yanked him away from Katniss.

She leapt forward, scratching at her father’s wrist. “Stop it! Let him go!”

“What’s going on?!” Another man’s voice boomed in the chilly room.

As if the situation wasn’t mortifying enough, everybody spilled out of the house and crowded around the garage’s open door, watching the scene with wide eyes.

Mrs. Everdeen rushed forward to pry her husband’s fingers from Peeta’s crumpled, stretched out shirt.

Mr. Everdeen rounded up on his neighbor and best buddy, “I’ll tell you what’s going on. I caught your back-stabbing son defiling my daughter!”

“What? That is preposterous. Our Peeta is a good boy. He would never do such a thing. It was probably that wild child of yours that threw herself at him.” Said Mrs. Mellark in that condescending tone she liked using even on her own family.

“I beg your pardon?” Mrs. Everdeen dusted her slacks exaggeratedly. “Katniss isn’t wild!”

“It’s that boy of yours! I knew his innocent, helpful, quiet kid next door facade wasn’t to be trusted! He better not had gotten my baby pregnant, or there will be hell to pay!”

“First you’ll have to prove it’s his. I’m more worried my son could’ve contracted something!”

“How dare you insinuate—“

“Enough!” Bellowed uncle Haymitch, whom usually had his moments of deep wisdom when really inebriated. “Y’all are acting like a bunch of morons! All you’re accomplishing with this yellin’ is making your kids even dumber than they already are.”

Ouch!

Everyone stopped bickering at once, looking rightly shamed and partly stunned by Haymitch’s outburst.

“Now, there ain’t enough booze in this house to make freezing my ass out here, worth watching y’all bitch over two fucking 18 year old college students who’ve been glued at the hip since I can remember, doing the horizontal lambada together.”

Nobody argued, so Haymitch continued.

“I’m not saying what the Boy and Sweetheart did was smart, it was in fact pretty stupid. But you too did dumb shit as horny teenagers,” Haymitch glared a both sets of parents, now blushing. “Give the kids credit, they’re legally adults. You’re blind if you haven’t noticed them making puppy-dog eyes at each other. Is sickening!

“I’m starving, and it’s too cold for this shit!” Haymitch burped, “I’m going inside now.”

Peeta and Katniss were wrapped around each other during the hullabaloo. But slowly loosen their hold to face their family.

“I’m not… pregnant.” Katniss squeaked. “Not even a small chance.”

“Neither of us has any diseases.” Muttered Peeta scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Not much chance for that either.”

“How can you be so sure?” Mr. Everdeen snapped, still not ready to let his anger go.

“What are you using for birth control? You can’t depend on condoms alone,” Declared Mrs. Everdeen.

“Mom!” Exclaimed Katniss scowling, “Geez! We are not actually doing it! What Daddy walked in on— and believe me, I wish he’d never seen that— is as far as we’ve gone.”

She peered up at Peeta and he smiled down at her, squeezing her hand in his.

“Look,” Peeta exhaled and then faced their parents. “We are sorry we didn’t say anything before, but we knew you guys would react… exactly like you did. We can assure you, nobody has anything to worry about. But just to put your minds at ease...” He took a decidedly shaky, deep breath and confessed, “We are still… virgins.”

“TMI, dude! Nobody needed to know that!” Called Peeta’s middle brother. His girlfriend’s bulging eyes followed the shit show with interest.

Peeta threw his brother a withering glare, but it was Katniss’ fourteen year old sister, Primrose, who answered.

“Oh please! Why the Hellman’s real mayonnaise are you here then, Rye?! You didn’t protest our parents belittling Katniss and Peeta in front of everyone, when Daddy interrupted their private moment! Grow up!” The teen crossed her arms over her chest petulantly.

Maybe Prim felt a tad jealous and kinda out of sorts seeing her secret crush’s girlfriend at her house, but nobody messed with her sister and brother-in-law on her watch! The thought made Prim looked guiltily at her parents; but then she remembered how they’d been screaming, blowing things out of proportion, and felt smuggly vindicated. She could still hold a couple of secrets for her sister without blabbing.

“Everyone should be happy Katniss and Peeta are together. They love each other and will keep each other safe! Uncle Haymitch’s right, you guys are just selfish.” Primrose turned on her heels so fast heading for the kitchen, her long, blond braid smacked Rye on the chest with a dull thud.

Mr. Everdeen sighed. “I’m still angry with you both. And I still think you were disrespectful. But I guess Prim’s right. We’re lucky Katniss is not bringing home some lazy hooligan with a criminal record. I just wished…”

“I know, Daddy.” Soothed Katniss still holding Peeta’s hand. “I’m sorry. We both are.”

“We, all are.” Said Mrs. Everdeen sidling with her husband. Then she turned to the Mellarks, “I think we all owe the kids an apology. And each other.”

Everyone apologized for the things they said and promised to be more supportive and less reactionary, despite still being disappointed Katniss and Peeta hid their relationship from them.

“Well, that was terrifying.” Peeta whispered shuddering when their families finally left them alone.

Katniss chuckled. “I know. I wonder if we should’ve told them this all started ‘cause we got shit-faced and eloped two weeks ago?”

Peeta smiled wryly, wrapping an arm around his “for-now” wife. “Nah. My mom would’ve gotten an aneurysm. She’d probably drag us to the hospital to get tested for STDS, pregnancies and DNA. In that order.”

“Yeah but, they would’ve calmed down when we told them we were getting an annulment.” Katniss said a little unsure.

“About that…” Peeta trailed off catching Katniss’ curious eyes peering up at him from his chest. “What if… we just kept… married?”

Katniss bobbed her head, although there was nothing to consider, really. “We could apply for housing together.” She offered.

“Share expenses.”

“Go further... than oral?” The question came out high pitched and ragged.

Peeta breathed out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t the only one thinking about it.

He nodded readily. “Together?” He bit his lip, and pulled a black pouch out of his pants pocket. A ring with an iridescent pearl on top spilled into his open palm.

Katniss’ eyes widened, but she lifted her left hand, spreading her fingers apart so Peeta could slip the ring in place.

Admiring her new jewelry, Katniss smiled.

“Together!” She confirmed rising on tiptoes to kiss her “for-Always” husband in the lips.