#his child beering hips Im on my knees!!!

[rickrude]

[magniloquent-raven]

I love your trans-billy! I need more <3

AW OMG IM SO FLATTERED!! it was just a little vent fic tbh, but i have been wanting to write more trans billy because the fandom needs more of it, so here is a part two!

(read part one here)

(i do get into billy’s childhood a little bit in this part, so cw: child abuse mentions)

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seems like billy's whole damn life is just a series of stupid choices and him dealing with the consequences of his own impulsiveness.

started young and never stopped. when he was six he chopped off all his hair in the school bathroom right before class photos. didn't even consider what would happen when he walked out of that room, he just felt wrong and wanted to fix it.

he had to walk around for months with a patchy hack-job because neil refused to pay to get it fixed. his mom said she'd try to make it better but billy wouldn't let her touch it. he was afraid she'd try to make him pretty again. undo all his hard work.

after that it was easier to sneak into groups of boys unnoticed, like the kids three streets down who were always playing basketball in the empty parking lot. they'd turned him away before, took one look at him and sneered that a girl couldn't keep up.

but after he put on a pair of too-big cargo shorts he stole off the neighbours clothes' line, and a t-shirt he'd hacked the sleeves off of, with his newly shorn hair all they did was make fun of him for looking poor. but they let him play.

months later, they hadn't caught on, even though his hair was growing out, and he wore the same clothes every time he saw them. he was starting to get nervous about being discovered.

what he didn't expect was neil discovering him first.

it was the first time his dad really hit him. more than just grabbing his arm, or shoving him a little. the first time he left scars.

he said if billy wanted to act like a boy, he'd get taught like one.

and life was a constant battle after that. even when he had his mother in his corner, it was usually a losing one. after she left there was barely any point in fighting at all, but he could never seem to stop entirely.

not when this was, according to his father's standards, what it takes to be a man.

but in trying to prove himself, he ended up in some fucked up places.

on the floor in his bedroom, his back torn open and the sharp crack of a belt ringing in his ears, still refusing to admit that tearing up the dress his nana made him wasn't an accident.

under the bleachers, blowing a guy who called him a dyke one too many times. then leaving him with his pants down and a broken nose 'cause he wouldn't stop trying for more than that.

waking up in a hospital bed, eighteen years old and wondering why he's still alive. being told it's a miracle. being told he was heroic. saved some little girl. got his name in the paper.

four months later taking a bus to chicago, picking out a new name on the way and never looking back.

and he might be living a whole new life here, but that doesn't mean he left all his stupid back in california.

it's been a week since he spent an afternoon half-conscious in steve's arms, and things have been disturbingly normal between them. steve hasn't asked any weird questions, or commented on billy being pathetic and needy, or acted like things have changed.

they haven't talked about any of it, and it's making billy nervous.

he's not sure what he thought would happen when he asked steve to hold him, to stay, he wasn't thinking at all, really, so now he's gotta deal with that.

problem is, he hasn't been dealing well. he's been dodging steve's calls. he's been jumpy, freezing up when steve comes anywhere near him.

which, he's come to notice, he does a lot. always sitting next to billy when they hang out in groups, always brushing past a little closer than necessary when he slips by him to leave the room.

and now. steve's insinuated himself into billy's evening, showing up unannounced with beer and a blindingly cheerful grin, sitting next thigh-to-thigh on the lumpy love-seat. and. billy's grinding his teeth. pretending to pay attention to the tv and not steve's warm leg pressed to his knee.

touching steve has always been a special kind of glorious agony, but now. now it's all that and week-old memories of soft lips brushing his forehead, remembering what it was like to wake up in his arms, feeling dizzy with warmth and want and...

steve's knee shifts, presses firmer against his, and billy can't take it anymore.

"alright, that's it!" he's on his feet, fists balled at his side, steve blinking up at him with his big dumb precious doe-eyes, and he trembles like an indignant cat. "the hell is up with you, harrington?" he snaps, pointing an accusing finger.

steve stares at him, mouth agape. "...um. nothing?" his cheeks are pink, and billy wants so badly to kiss him 'til he blushes everywhere.

he swallows hard, and crosses his arms. "c'mon, man, don't lie to me. it's been a week—" his voice falters, but he sets his jaw, tilts his chin like a challenge.

when he woke up that night, steve drooling on his shoulder, arm securely around his waist, he panicked. he shoved steve off of him, and they spent the next twenty minutes in tense, awkward silence while billy cleaned up and ignored steve. steve, who stayed, ordered a pizza, payed for it, and then left without eating a single slice.

and then.

nothing.

for a goddamn week. hanging out like nothing happened.

"i—" steve chokes on air, breaking eye-contact. "i mean. i didn't think you—" he's sinking in on himself, retreating into the couch, his gaze wandering the room listlessly. billy would feel bad if he wasn't so amped up on nervous energy, thrumming with adrenaline, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "i'm sorry."

billy blinks. "you're sorry."

"yeah?" steve glances at him, but only for a second before he ducks his head. he picks at his nails, frowning at his own hands in his lap. "i...i can go, i...sorry if i made things weird."

"if you...made things...weird," billy repeats, slowly. like it'll make any more sense coming from his own mouth.

it doesn't.

he deflates a little. steve looks up at him, expression pinched, bemused.

"are you just gonna repeat everything i say, or...?"

"harrington, i swear to god," billy grits out, "start making sense, or fuck off."

at least billy understands what's happening when guys sneer and leave after they find out the only dick they'll ever get from him is made of silicone. this clusterfuck is just...hurting his brain.

steve opens and closes his mouth soundlessly. "um..." he runs a restless hand through his hair. "i thought...you know...i got a little too, um. affectionate. last week. and you seemed so freaked out when you woke up, i...figured we could just, like, move on. act like nothing happened. 'cause it'd be easier?"

"what."

"but clearly that wasn't it—" he cuts himself off, and sags, groaning, head falling into his hands. "shit, i'm an idiot. billy, i'm so dumb, i'm so sorry. you were worried about how i'd react to. um." he pauses. gestures towards billy's crotch. "right?"

billy flushes. "i wasn't—can you stop pointing at it, jesus christ. i wasn't worried. i was just..." he trails off and bites his lip. shifts his weight around awkwardly. he's usually so much better at thinking on his feet, but fucking hell is he so off-balance right now. too thrown off to even come up with a little white lie.  

steve drops his hand, looking sheepish. "look, i...you never said anything, so i didn't mention it either. i'm not...it isn't any of my business if you don't want it to be."

"...do you want it to be?" billy's heart is in his mouth as he says it, pulse stuttering, tripping over itself.

"i—" steve's eyes widen. they stare at each other for a beat. the moment stretches, the drone of the tv in the background the only noise in the apartment. "are you asking what i think you're asking? because i don't want to assume and—" he trails off with a strangled noise when billy steps forward and climbs into his lap.

he's barely touching him, knees brushing his hips, sitting mid-thigh, keeping his hands to himself. but it still feels...intimate. steve's gaze heavy on him, inches away. knowing that if he put his hand on steve's chest he'd feel his heart racing.

"i'm asking," billy says quietly.

he sees this kiss coming and yet he still doesn't expect it. doesn't expect to be touched so softly, his face cradled like something precious. doesn't expect the way his stomach swoops, heart clenching, tense for a second before something warm blooms in his chest.

when he curls his fingers into the front of steve's shirt he does, in fact, feel his heart racing.

[lifes-better-on-saturn]

Make up or Break up

Summary: Ransom can't seem to settle down for you and your over the back and forth so you try to leave but he wont let you get away so easy. Is this the end or the beginning? Warning: Angst, Swearing, Aurguing, Smut Ransom being a bit of a Hoe teehee. Again not very well edited. Hope you enjoy xx ------------------------ "Hugh Ransom Fucking Drysdale, are you insane?!" You shouted as he took a swig of his beer. Rolling his eyes he pulled off his coat and scarf throwing it over a chair. "I leave for two fucking days and you your mates throw a party for a bunch of cheaps whores. No doubt you fucked one of them! Jesus christ! Is this what I get for putting up with your shit?" Your hands ran through you hair, pulling as you paced back and forth. "Do you ever think?" You questioned and he moved to the living room. You followed him only to watch him plop himself down unceremonisously on the sofa turning on the T.V, trying to drown your voice out. "Can you stop nagging for once? Just fucking chill" He asked sarcastically giving you that look. "You know what. Fuck. You. Just. Fuck you." You breathed out before storming up the stairs towards you shared bedroom. He rolled his eyes until he heard the loud sob and the sound of things being thrown to the ground. His eyes widened as he jumped off the couch running up the stairs to catch you hastily and aggresively throwing your clothes into the suit case you had soon to unpack. Coat hangers and shoes laid all over the ground. "Wha-What are you doing." He started to pick up random items thrown carelessly on the ground. He threw them towards the closet. You sniffed and wiped your nose with the back of your nose and sobs racked your body. "I cant do this anymore Ransom. Your a self-absorbed son of a bitch who doesnt deserve all the shit I've done for you! I can't be with you anymore." You sobbed as you turned back to your clothes in the closet, you pulled them off the hangers, refusing to look at the man standing frozen in the door way. "No, no, no, no, no. You can't leave! What the fuck?!" Finally snapping out of his daze he rushed over to where you were and started pulling your clothes from the case throwing them on the bed beside him. "Stop." You spoke darkly picking up the newly discarded clothes and shiving them rouchly back in. You falt as if you were going in a circle. When you put something back in he pulled it out again. "Ransom, your being childish." Your voice shook as you paused with your hands inside the case so he wouldnt pull and more out. "I'm being childish? Whos the one threating to run off?" He asked incrediously. Scoffing, you continued to shove your shoes in. Zipping it up you moved over your vanity packing you make up into a bag. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry. I didnt mean that. But jesus fuck you can't leave me! You mine!" He slammed his fist on the wood next to you. Stopping for a moment you let out a shaky breathe before continuing. "I'm no ones fucking property Ransom. And im certainly not yours. I cant keep living with you knowing you'll never truly be satisfied with me, or anything in your life. God your so selfish. I can;t live knowing everytime i leave your probably out with some skinny, model looking bitch!" You screamed, all the frustration that hasd built up in the last 15 minutes pouring out of you. "Why can't you trust me!?" He yelled back. You scoffed and smiled bitterly. "Give me one good fucking reason to! Every time i leave you alone, i see pictures of you with your arm around some bitches shoulders. Videos of you stumbling from strip clubs. Jesus christ Ransom, GIVE ME ONE GOOD FUCKING REASON TO TRUST YOU!" You sobbed as you picked up a picture fram of you and him at your cousins wedding a while back. Without thinking you piffed it at him, luckily in your tear stained vision your aim was thrown off and it flew straight over his head. "Look if you would just list-" He tried to reason. "NO. I'm sick of your lies and excuses. I'm done listening to your bullshit Ransom. Get it. Done!" You cried before moving back to the suitcase shoving your make up bag into it and pulling it off the bed. "hey. No, your not leaving me. are you listening to me?" Soon enough he ripped the handle from your grasp, grabbing ahold of your wrist and pushed you up against the wall. His now red eyes stared back at you, into your bloodshot and mascara smudged one. You tried yo look away but one strong hand attatched itself to your jaw and made you look him in the eyes. "You can't leave me! Okay?!" His voice softened as his eyes searched yours. "Please. I need you." You rolled your eyes and jerked your face away from his hand. "No you don't. You can have any whore you want, you. Dont. Need. Me. Just like i don't need you." Your words came out harsh and aggresive. You watched as he flinched slightly at your words, but quickly snapped himself out of it as he ducked his head towards you neck, placing light, open mouthed kisses along it. "Let me show you how much i need you, please." You rolled your eyes but let yourself give in. A little make up/ break up sex wouldn't hurt. As much as you didn't want to you let yourself induldge in what could possibly be your last night of pleasure with Ransom. Your lips parted as he started to suck marks into you collarbone. Yanking yourself from his grip you pushed him back towards the bed. "You better make it up to me good, or i so help me god." You growled as you crawled onto the bed to straddle him. His hands quickly flew to your waist and pulled you down towards him to press his lips roughly agaisnt yours. His hands roamed your body affectionately. "You know i will baby. I'll fuck you so good you'll never wanna leave."  he growled as he flipped your bodies over, his brooding frame now towering over your significantly smaller one. His lips attatched themselves the supple flesh of your neck, he sucked  and licked trying to create marks. You let out a breathy moan and the feeling. Your hands slithered there way up his clothed back into his hair, your finger wrapping around the gelled back tufts. His hands made their way under your shirt lifting it over your head before placing soft kisses on your now exposed skin. As his lips decended towards your covered breasts his hands pulled the cups down so the fleshy globes spilled out. His lips immediately connected to them as he licked and sucked your hard nipples. His hands trailed behind you hastily undoing your bra clip and pulling roughly from your body only to continue to suckle on your nipples like a starving child. You hands soon found their way up his sweater and onto his tan skin. Your nails trailed their way up the expanse of his sloly pulled his shirt up as a signal for him to take it off. He quickly ripped it off so you could go back to raking your manicured nails down the toned skin of his back. His kisses their way down your body until he reached your jeans. Fumbling with them his yanked them down your legs your underwear going with them. An almost animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he gazed at your wet center. "God baby, so wet for me." He swiped a finger through the wetness bringing it to his lips sucking the wetness off. He then clamped his lips around your clit roughly sucking all while keeping his eyes on yours. You threw your head back in pleasure, moans and groans spilled past your lips until a large hand reached up and gripped your chin forcing you to look down at him.   "Keep your eyes on me baby." HE whispered before immediately going back to work. His tongue lashed and licked expertly through your slit, the hand that was cupping your jaw came down to rub rough circles on your clit. The stubborn side of you so badly wanted to conceal your moans to not give him that satisfaction but he was just so damn good. "Gonna cum for me babe? Huh? Cmon, cum all in my mouth for me." His husky voice fanned across your lower lips, cauing you to shiver. Chuckling, he thrust his long tongue into your entrance, causing you to grip his hair roughly.  You hips lifted off the bed and you ground them hastily into his face. "Your such an asshole." You breathed out as your first orgasm of what you knew would be many tonight. He continued to lick you through the after shocks, his lips wrapped around the little nub lightly as you chest heaved up and down. You flopped down letting out a loud breath. Before you knew it Ransom's broad figure loomed over your own, his lips swallowed up your gasps and heavy breaths. "Not even gonna make you suck me off, baby." He smiled as he nosed up your jaw a smile . You hadnt realised that he had taken his pants off until you felt his hard length press into your thigh. His lips ghosted up you neck as his fingers rubbed along your slit and caressed you lightly. "Oh, how thoughtful of you." You rolled your eyes as he growled. "Flip that sexy ass over baby." You smirked as you did what he said and got on your knees, your chest pressed into the soft covers, your ass in the air. He hummed running his hands over the soft, plump flesh of what he liked to call 'his' ass. "You want my cock, baby?" His voice, if possible, dropped an octave. A hum was your only response as your hips swayed back and forth hopefully enticing him to finally fuck you. He teasingly rubbed his tip through your slit and against your clit before finally pushing all the way in. You both let out a loud groans as he bottomed out in your pussy. He smiled malicously, before pulling almost all the way out.  He quickly rammed himself back in before continuously thrusing in and out at an anamalistic pace. Letting out a loud 'Oh fuck!' you burried your face into the duvet as he rocked your bodies back forth roughtly. "You like the way I fuck you baby? Huh? Ain't anybody ever gonna fuck you as good as me." He growled as his thrust got harder and somehow faster. You moaned and his hands gripped your waist in a vice like grip, one hand coming down on the soft pillows of your ass. "God babygirl. You won't leave me. Won't leave me coz this dick way too good isn't it baby. Just like your pussy so tight, i'll never need another. You know that baby, don't you." Your pussy contricted around his dick, making him moan loudly. Pulling out, he flipped you over, shoving himself savagely into you once more before throwing your legs over his shoulders. Up on his knees he peered down at your fucked out state, pressing light kisses to you calf soothing you before he quickly resumed fucking you with reckless abandon. Moans and groans bounced off the walls. The sound of your skin slapping echoed through the room, making it all the more erotic.   "Jesus, fuck Ransom!" You screamed as your second orgasm took over your body. You cried out as you body shook from the coil inside you snapping. You flopped back as his thrusts got faster and sloppier as he chased his own high hips snapping into yours. "Gonna cum in this pussy baby."  He snarled he pounded harder into you. You could feel the pain beginning to set in. He moved his hand back down towards your core and rubbed hasty circles onto your clit. Your third orgasm hit you like a truck, triggering his own as he spilled his load into you, cock twitching inside of you. He let out a loud grunt pressing his hips into yours. "Damn, babe." You rolled yourself off the bed making your way to the bathroom once he had let your legs go and flopped down next you. He had a habit of closing his eyes to bask in the aftermath of the mind-blowing sexy you often had. So with out him noticing you picked up your clothes and closed the door. Quickly cleaning yourself up and changing you walked back into the room, grabbing the suitcase, and your phone before making you way towards the door.   Obviously realising you were gone he sat up only to catch you dressed and gathering your things. "Wha- What are you doing?" He stumbled over his words and his feet trying to find his pants as he watched you open the door, suitcase in hand. "I need some time away. You need to get your shit together and figure out in you actually want this, or if you just wanna be a rich, trustfund, playboy for the rest of your life. Let me know when you figure your it out." Your voice cracked slightly as you walked out the door. You heard him rush up and stumble over himself. His voice faded into the distance as you sped up your pace to get to the door before he caught up. Snatching up your keys your yanked open the door and rushing out, the tears threatning to spill. You all but ran down to your car throwing the case in the boot and jumping in, starting up the car and driving down the road. As you drove away you watched Ransom in the rearview mirror. He gripped his hair as he watched you drive away clad only in boxers and unbuckled kahkis. You were surpised he didn't jump in his fancy sports car and chase after you. Tears started to cloud your vision casing you to have to pull over. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, you knuckles turning white as you sobbed to yourself, all while back at the house, there was already a hole in the wall and a bottle of scotch sitting on the table. You sped the rest of the way to your mums house who spent the night consoling you and wiping your tears, before you fell asleep in her bed. One thought plauged your thoughs the entire night, awake and sleeping. Was this really the end? THE END 2nd part linked here  ❤️❤️❤️

[sloven5905115]

Summer Time Chp. 2  Here Cums the Girls

Well as I was checking out the bank lines and waiting for Mark to return I reflected on just what had happened.I would have never imagined the feelings I had at that moment.I didnt know if I was gay or what but I couldnt deny that what me and Mark had done was probably the greatest thing I have ever done in my short life.As I sat there nursing my beer I relived the feeling of Marks cock in my mouth, hard yet velvety at the same time.And then the way Mark took me in the ass for the first time of my life.What ever happened next I knew that this would always be a time that I would remember for the rest of my life.Just as I was about to drift off to sleep I heard the unmistakable sound of Marks pickup, I got up to climb up the side of the river bank to help him carry the stuff down to the camp site.When I realized that Mark wasnt alone.He had brought his sister, Becky and her friend Karen.Now a little bit about the girls, both were 15 at this time and were basically glued at the hip, there was a lot of rumors going around about if the girls were lesbians.While both were about 52 , 53 with Karen being the taller by just the slightest amount.And since they were on the school track team they were about 115 lbs and rock solid physiques.Becky had a set of abs that most guys would love to have.Karen was black shoulder length hair with about large B cups with legs to die for, and Becky had strawberry hair that she kept fairly short and her breast were just a little bit larger than Karens.

Becky bounced out of the pickup and waved her arms at me shouting hi Jimmy,hows the fishing.I dont know why but I just hated being called Jimmy and Becky knew it but would say it all the time just to rub it in.So I gave her a hurt scowl look and she came up to me with that puppy dog look and kissed me on the cheek.Usually this is as far as it goes, it was becoming a private game between the two of us, but this time instead of saying there, there Jim it will be alrightshe surprised me by reaching around and grabbing my ass and whispering in my ear Mark told me everything.

I must have looked like I had be hit by a cattle prod at that news.I couldnt believe that Mark would have told anyone at all about what had happened earlier.For a minute I felt betrayed and hurt but, Becky leaned to my ear and said ‘not to worry stud Mark and I share every thing.At this she stepped back with a serious shit eating grin and I stood there looking like a dork, I was completely confused.She had never acted that way toward me, I used to be the neighbor hood geek now she was calling me stud.And what the hell was this share every thing shit.But before I could say anything Mark and Karen came up to us carrying some ice and more beer.

Well Jim did you catch any fish. asked Mark

I dont know about fish but if Jim doesnt close that mouth of his, hell sure as hell catch some flies. laughed Karen as they walked by.

Oh, by the way there is some food in the truck Jim why dont you get it for us. Mark said over his shoulder.

So, after I got the food and came down to the camp site I say Mark sitting next to Karen and Becky was on the other side of the fire and patted the ground next to her.Not being one to disappoint a lady I sat down next to Becky and she leaned on my shoulders.Now I know what most of you will think that the first thing I noticed was her tits or something like that, but, I just couldnt get passed how good this girl smelled.It wasnt overly perfumed or anything like that just a good clean smell.Well after a minute Becky looked up to me and said that this was the point when I was supposed to put my arm around her and hold her.I smiled down at her and held her.Even though me and Mark had just fucked holding Becky was just something that I knew I could get used to.Where Mark was hard teenage muscle Becky was firm but not too hard and her skin was so much softer.Well we sat there talking about school, summer and about anything else we could think of, and of course drinking beer.After a while Karen got up and grabbed Mark by the hand and led him off.

Now I wonder where those two are off to.I asked Becky.

She grabbed hold of my face and said to give us some privacy silly.At which she leaned forward and kissed me.I was a little shocked at first but, that lasted about a second and then I figured after what I had already done that to just go with the flow.So I reached around and held her and started to kiss her back.I guess in my eagerness I was to hard because the next thing I knew she pushed me back.whoa stud, when your kissing a girl you need to take your time.Just remember that ladies like to make love, guys like to fuck.So stud just take your time because we have all night.

I do have a question for you though.I said as I laid down next to her.

Whats that Jim

What did you mean when you said that you and Mark shared everything.

Well, lets just say that I havent been a very good girl.She said looking off into the distance.Im not sure why but all of a sudden Im kind of embarrassed by this.As she said that I sat up and looked at her with a confused look on my face and she reached up and grabbed my arm and said.Oh now Jim I dont mean you or this, its not you, its just , , , you see, , , well.Oh hell there isnt any easy way to say this so here it goes.Me and Mark have had sex together, it started one night we were kidding each other and he dared me to show him my pussy and I dared him to show me his cock.Well the next thing I know Im on my knees sucking him off and then he eats my pussy.Dont get me wrong he didnt rape me or anything it just kind of happened, but we have been doing it off and on since then.I even let him fuck me in the ass, good thing I was drunk that night or there is no way I would have done that, and I havent let him do it since.But there is one place he hasnt fucked me.

You mean your pussy is still cherry.I looked at her with disbelief, especially with everything that she had told me.

Yes it is, I know that this is going to sound silly but Ive had a crush on you for a long time.And I just knew that I wanted you to take my virginity.And when Mark fucked my ass that time I cried for a whole week knowing that I hadnt given you the chance.But you would hardly talk to me, so I thought that you didnt like me.After saying this she looked down and I knew she was about to start crying.

I lifted up her chin and gave her a pick on her forehead and told her Dont cry its partly my fault too.She looked at me with doubt and tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes.I thought that you didnt care for me and I was scared to ask you out. For fear that you would turn me down and make fun of me.

OH GOD, no Jim I wouldnt do that.I know that I have teased you in the past but that was child stuff and it will never happen again, I promise.Saying that she wrapped her arms around me and held on tight.After a moment I could hear her starting to quietly sob.I was so stupid to treat you that way, its all my fault.

As I was holding her close to me I said softly to her ear No its nobodies fault were just two young kids that didnt know what we were doing, but that is changed and now that we know how we feel toward each other things will be different.

Just hold me for now ok.

Sure anything that you want.So there we were two kids just holding each other after opening our hearts to each other.Now I know what your thinking what about what I had said to Mark, loving him and all that.At that time I wasnt really thinking of that, I figured that I would just have to sort that out later.After all Mark was probably fucking Karen right then at that moment.Then I felt Becky start to stir and rubbing her hand up and down my chest, I just laid back and enjoy the feeling then I felt her hand go for my waist band of my shorts.Reaching down I grabbed her hand and told her you dont have to do this to prove your feelings toward me.I dont want you to ever regret this moment.

She looked at me and it looked like she was about to cry again and I thought oh shit what did I say this time.Becky just looked at me and said that was the most beautiful thing you could say to me.I want to fuck you so much now you just dont know.She reached in my shorts and started to stroke my cock and said you know for being the cutest dork around you can say the smartest things.Smiling down at me she started to pull on my shorts so I help her out and took them off.Damn, not bad size and your young, I think with some care on my part it will grow some more.with that comment she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth.While Mark was able to take my cock completely in his mouth Becky was only able to take half before she started to gag and back off.But, what her mouth couldnt handle she stroked with her hand.So this is what making love feels like, I realized that what I thought was love with Mark was in reality just great sex between two guys.I looked down and watched her bob her head up and down on my cock and for a moment I could see a small tear running down her cheek but she wouldnt stop.I started to feel the sensation that told me I was about to cum so I put my hand on her head and told her, but she backed off and said no Jim I want this, I want all of it I never let Mark cum in my mouth but I want you everywhere.With that she returned to my cock and started to suck with more vigor.Then it hit me and I couldnt hold back anymore I arched my back and dug into the ground with my hands as I started to cum in Beckys mouth it must have been six or seven squirts and she tried to swallow it all but some came out of the corners of her mouth.I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew Becky was next to me with a look of contentment on her face.Welcome back to the living stud, you know Ive heard the other girls say how they like their boyfriends cum and now I know what they were talking about.

I gave her a big hug and told her well I guess its time for this gentleman to do his duty.with that I started to kiss my way down her neck and kissed her left nipple while I messaged her right breast.I kept nursing, for want of a better word, while stroking her body making a special effort to avoid her pussy area.I had read a story from Penthouse how that was supposed to drive a girl crazy and now I was going to find out if the guy knew what he was talking about. And so far it seemed like he did, because the more I suckled her breast and rubbed her body the more Becky started to squirm and beg me to touch her pussy.So finally I gave in and started to rub her pussy, at first I thought that she peed herself she was so wet.I kept working my way down kissing her everywhere, when I got to her belly button I put my tongue in and sucked.She jerked hard screaming how that wasnt fair to be making her feel like cumming and tickling her at the same time.But, I just smiled and kept on going, finally I got to her pussy.There was a muskiness to the smell but not bad I could get used to this, I thought.I ran my tongue up and down her slit and every once in awhile I would give her clit a suck.Then with outwarning my sweet petite Becky grabbed my hair on my head with the strength of a bull rider and clamped her legs around my head.For a minute I was wondering if she was going to let go but, then what a way to die LOL.Then all of a sudden she started to squirt her own juices in my mouth I tried to swallow but there was just too damn much fluid.

Finally she relaxed and I moved up and kissed her on her lips.Damn Jim where did you learn to do that, you been practicing on other girls.

NoI chuckled just a healthy dose of Penthouse Letters.

She cradled my head and stroked my hair and jokingly said Well thank God for pornography and maybe well have to write out own letter someday.But, first are you ready for the main event.

Are you sure.I mean I would love to but…..

Jimmy stop talking and get ready to make me your girlfriend, lover and best of all your woman.

You keep calling me that and Im going to have to spank you.

Promises, promises.she said laughing now lets get this done before I start thinking about it

Yes maam. with that I got between her legs and looked at her laying there.I moved up and placed my cock at her opening and started to move in when all of a sudden I hit something and she arched her back and put her hands on my chest.She was actually panting, I asked her if she was alright and if she wanted me stop.But she shock her head and said wait so I stayed in the same position and she said now.So I leaned into her.I could tell by her face that it was hurting her and was about to stop when all of a sudden I broke through.

Becky arched her back and screamed, OOOOOHHH GOD THAT HURTS.I was scared that I had done something wrong and started to pull out when she grabbed me and shouted for me to stop moving and just let her get used to it.So that is what we did and after a while I started to move in and out of her and she said that it was ok, and that it was actually starting to feel better by the minute.So I started to work myself in and out of her, her pussy felt so good around my cock that I never wanted out.I was thinking then that what I did with was Mark was nice but this was even better.So I kept up and I even started to pick up speed.Becky started to grind her pussy on my cock and telling me how good my cock felt in her pussy.Then all to soon that feeling came over me and I knew I was about to cum when I said I should pull out and not cum inside her, Becky wrapped her legs around me and said No you dont I want your cum inside me, dont you dare pull out Jim, if you do Ill never forgive you.So stop thinking and just fuck the shit out of me. Ooh God that feels better and better.Dont stop fucking me Im going to cu……with that she stiffened and I felt her juices on my cock and that sent me over the edge and I shot my load in her pussy.There we were two teenagers whose bodies were locked in a missionary position our bodies spasmingwith the pleasure of youth.Finally the feelings subsided and we parted and laid side be side and just sat there enjoying the afterglow of great sex.

It was only a couple of minutes when I heard noises and looked up and I saw Mark and Karen walking toward us.The first thing I noticed was that they were both naked and I could see cum running down Karens leg look Mark I think theyre finally doneKaren said with a smile on her face.

Yea they sure did take their time, for a minute I thought I was going to have to fuck you again.Mark joked while he had a finger in Karens ass.

Now stud that wouldnt be so bad would it.Besides the way she was screaming I wont be surprised if the sheriff doesnt show up.Hey Becky how about you let me have a go at Jim and see how he is. Karen asked Becky.

I dont think so Karen, at least not for awhile but right now I want to keep him all to myself and that means you big brother.You keep your hands off of him.Becky said while we were still laying on the ground with me on my back and her with her right arm and right leg draped over me.I do know one thing and that is I need to cool off.So Jim get your but up and lets jump into the river and cool off for awhile.

With that she stood up and grabbed my hand and led me off to the river.While heading to the water I heard Mark tell Karen What did I tell you

Youre right Mark they do look like a cute couple.But, you know what Im going to miss most.

Whats that Karen.

That sweet pussy of your sisters.

I looked at Becky and she just gave me that impish smile of hers and said Ill tell you laterI cant wait for that story

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[angrylizardjacket]

act your age: [6] Dead Girl Walking

Summary: Roger tries to make things right with Ash, but she thinks he’s joking so it doesn’t exactly go well. At first.

Word Count: 2451 | [act your age masterpost]

the heathers: @brian-may-brian-may @marvelismylifffe @whoschantel ​ @peteyparkersbabyy @cosmicsskies @somefanfic-to-love @happy-at-home​ @youngpastafanmug​

A/N: includes an excerpt from Little Beast by Richard Siken. 

“Let me in,” Roger demanded, banging hard on Ash’s front door. It’s Oscar who opens it, stands in the way, expression stony and unyielding, intimidating enough that Roger steps back where his fist is raised to knock again.

“I’d fuck off if I was you,” Oscar tells him coldly.

“Oz, this is between me and Ash –“

“She doesn’t want to see you.” And he slams the door in Roger’s face.

“You don’t even know what it’s about!” Roger calls through the door.

“I don’t have to,” Oscar calls back, and there’s the very distinct sound of the door locking, and of Oscar stomping away.

“Fred, I know you’re in there,” Roger calls, desperation seeping into his voice as he leans his head against the pale wood of the door, “can you let me in? Please?”

“This isn’t my house, dear,” Freddie calls back from somewhere beyond the door, a little muffled, a little further away, a little resigned. Roger sighs. Tonight has felt like the turning point in a coming of age movie, a terribly written one, probably produced by MTV or Netflix, but Lucy was right; he had to stop pretending that he didn’t have feelings for Ash. As he let himself into her backyard, he resigned himself to being a cliché for the night.

He’s never actually been in her house, or even in her backyard, sometimes he’s dropped her home after a gig, or after school, but he’s never usually left the car. The house was actually kind of gaudy, and bigger than he had been expecting. He knew her dad had a job up at the university, but he’d never actually paid attention to the title; he must be more than just a professor to afford a house like this.

The backyard is well maintained, spacious and grassy, with a little, wooden deck, overhung by an old tree. There’s several windows facing the back yard, but only one with the lights on and the blinds drawn. Roger thinks about taking a pebble from the edge of the deck, but thinks better of it; if he threw it too hard it could break her window, and he does not need that right now.

[im in your backyard.] He sends. She reads it but doesn’t respond. [ash please let me in so i can explain]

[nothing to explain..] She replies with, but when he looks up at her window, he sees she’s pulled back the curtains enough to peer out at him. When they lock eyes, she scowls and flips him off.

[youre acting like a child] He sends, and looks up at her. She rolls her eyes.

[dude you were fingering another girl like 5 minutes ago idk how you want me to react]

[are you jealous?] He catches sight of Ash’s expression turning to surprise, and then quickly to some sort of anger, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she opens her window, and heads further into her room, and Roger knows with both startling clarity and resignation, that he’s going to have to climb the tree to get to her. But at least she’s letting him in.

It’s easier than he’d assumed it would be, and as he jumps through, praying for a soft landing, he’s surprised when he tumbles onto Ash’s bed, and then onto the floor when he overshoots the mark.

“Jealous of you?” Ash is already on the attack, arms crossed, expression furious, but as Roger rights himself, he cuts her off.

“Jealous of Dom,” he corrects, getting to his feet, and Ash’s mouth snaps shut, and a blush erupts across her cheeks, “and I’m sorry, again.” Roger adds.

“Why would you be sorry?” Ash snaps, and Roger swallows hard, steeling himself for what he was about to admit.

“Because I don’t like Dom half as much as I like you,” he told her, voice clear and earnest, “honest.”

“Get out,” Ash snarled, still blushing, expression furious, “this isn’t fucking funny, Roger, get out of my room, my house, and my fucking life –“

“I’m not lying!” He yelped, which brought the thunder of footsteps up the stairs, and Oscar calling Ash’s name.

“Go away, Oz, I’m fine,” Ash called back, tears in her eyes. As they both hear him retreating, she turns and locks the door, as an extra measure. Roger isn’t quite sure what’s happening as he watches Ash turn and lean against the door, scrubbing her hands over her face.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” She asks finally, voice quiet, “I’m into you, is that what you wanted to hear? I like like you, Roger, I have for a long fucking time, so you pretending to have feelings for me to save our friendship or whatever, it just feels shitty, okay?” With a sigh, she slid down the door until she was sitting, knees drawn up to her chest, not looking at him, “we’re still gonna be friends, you don’t need to do this; I’d really rather you didn’t –“

“I don’t wanna be your fucking friend, Ash, I wanna be your fucking boyfriend! You’re not the only one with feelings here!” Roger throws himself back onto the bed, hands in his hair out of frustration, “I was an idiot tonight, I was drunk on Abby’s spiked punch, and I was thinking with my dick, I’m sorry –“

“Wait...” Ash says, tone gentle and confused, “you’re really not kidding?” And there’s a note of hope in her words that has Roger looking to her, bewildered.

“Not even a little bit,” he confirms, and for the barest moment, it finally seems like they’re both on the same page until Ash stands, scowling.

“Then why were you fingering Dom?!” She hollered.

“Is Roger in there with you?” Oscar calls from downstairs, tone disapproving.

“It’s fine, Oz,” Ash calls back, before turning to Roger, expression demanding and answer, despite Oscar’s squawk of protest from downstairs, and Freddie’s muffled laugh.

“Because I’m an idiot!” Roger answers honestly after a beat, trying to stay quiet, though he couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that escaped him. And finally, there’s a moment of silence, a moment to breathe, and Roger sees Ash shiver. She’s just wearing her button-down short sleeve shirt and red shorts, since he’s pretty sure the jacket she’d been wearing was Oscar’s judging by it’s size, but he moves instinctively to close the window he’d entered through, which had been letting in a cold breeze behind him.

“You are an idiot,” Ash agrees quietly, but she doesn’t sound hostile, and when Roger turns back, she’s walking towards him, arms still crossed, but smiling.

“So you were jealous?” Roger can’t help himself, smirking, and Ash’s nose wrinkles just a little, but she takes a deep breath, uncrossing her arms and stepping into his space.

“Maybe,” she responds coyly, despite her obvious blush. Roger’s hands find her hips, and for the barest moment, she frowns, “you washed your hands, right?” And it’s Roger’s turn to flush scarlet.

“Yes,” he spluttered, “before I even put my pants on.” He was trying to be reassuring, but Ash’s whole expression soured, and Roger made a face as soon as he’d realised what he’d said.

“Just stop talking,” Ash huffed a laugh, resting her hands on his shoulders where he was sitting on the edge of her bed. Roger smirked.

“Make me -“ she cut him off with a kiss. She’s softer than he’d been expecting, which is strange, or maybe it’s that when he thinks of Ash, he thinks she’s all hard edges and sharp smiles, but her kiss is gentle, and tastes mostly of the beer she’d shotgunned, but she’s insistent, her biting gently at his bottom lip before he deepens the kiss. He pulls her closer, pulls her into his lap, and Ash grins as she pulls back for a breath, an expression Roger mirrors –

“Ashley!” It’s Oscar again, sounding rather furious, and Ash’s expression falls.

“Oscar!” She hollers back, climbing off of Roger’s lap and stalking over to her door, annoyed as she unlocks it and wrenches it open. Oscar, on the other side, looks startled by her tone, and his gaze flicks to Roger sitting on her bed, looking a little out of breath, and his expression shifts to something a little unreadable.

“What?” Ash demands. Roger gives a sheepish wave.

“Making sure everything’s okay,” he paused, looking back to Ash, “and there’s some of your friends at the door wondering if Roger’s alive.”

“Very much alive,” Ash tells him, and Oscar tips his head to the side, nodding.

“You guys want anything?” His whole tone has shifted, and Roger’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise at how chill he was being all of a sudden. Ash’s whole posture relaxed, however, and she sighed gently.

“If we want anything, I can get it, but thanks,” she adds, and Oscar nods. Before he leaves, he makes an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture, telling him to behave like a gentleman, and Ash closes the door on him, locking it again with a huff of laughter.

“Sorry about him,” she says a little sheepishly, turning with a half-smile.

“He was ready to rip my throat out not two minutes ago, what happened?” Roger snorted as she made her way back to him, sitting beside him on the bed.

“He’s protective is all,” Ash explains, and Roger nods a little awkwardly, “dad’s not exactly the parental type,” she adds with a humourless smile. Roger’s not quite sure what to say to this, but he’s saved from responding by Ash reaching over to her bedside table and picking up a remote.

“Did you wanna watch a movie or something?” After a beat, she amends, “I mean, if you wanna head back to the party we can –“

“I think if I head back, Dom’s gonna rip my ball off,” he says, perhaps a little too honestly, though Ash laughs, “which, okay, maybe I deserve but –“

“You’ll be safe here,” Ash assures, resting her hand on his thigh, and Roger gives her a surprisingly fond smile.

“You promise?”

“I promise,” and she leans in, kisses gently at the corner of his mouth. When she goes to pull away, he catches her chin with two fingers, pulling her back for a full kiss, and she hums happily against his lips.

“Netflix and chill?” Roger asks with a smirk as they part, and Ash gives a flushed smile.

“Something like that,” she agrees, and Roger kicks off his shoes, shuffling back on the bed until he was sitting against the headboard, with room beside himself for Ash as she flicks on the TV across from them, sitting on top of her drawers, “you want a drink?” She asks, tossing him the remote to choose what they watch, “we’ve got beer, and fizzy drink, and I think there’s some apple juice, and milk... and water, of course.” She offers a little awkwardly.

“Water would be great,” Roger grins, flicking through the movies available on Netflix, and Ash nods, heading from the room and down the stairs.

Roger hadn’t been paying much attention to Ash’s room earlier, too preoccupied with the girl herself, so he takes the moments he’s given to have a look around. The walls are pink, though he suspects that’s just how they were painted when they moved in, judging by the posters she’s got tacked up everywhere, as if trying to hide the original colour. There’s theatre posters from shows over the past few years, fliers for art shows, and hand drawn poetry reading posters that feature Oscar’s name. The movie posters she’s got up are for strange art films he’s never heard of, mostly in other languages, and there’s pages of books that have been ripped out and stuck to the wall.

The salt lamp on her beside table casts the whole room in a warm, golden glow, which highlights the gold in her green and gold floral bedspread, and he notes the clothes and notebooks and art supplies all over her floor. There’s a half-finished sculpture on her desk that he can’t quite decipher what it’s meant to be, but it’s covered in cling-wrap to keep it moist.

On the wall by her bed, there’s one of Queen’s posters that he knows Freddie designed, which makes Roger smile in a way he hadn’t expected. Beneath that, there’s a polaroid of a poem from a book; most of the words are blurry, apart from a few in sharp relief.

“[...] and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry                                                       about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.”

It’s captioned, just below, in what Roger’s come to recognise as Ash’s handwriting, with “R” and the date that tells him it was taken just one week ago. The night Ash had gotten into that fight at Queen’s last gig.

He hears chatter from downstairs, Ash and Freddie and Oscar, but only one set of footsteps after a few minutes, and Ash returns, two mugs in hand. She sets them both down on the bedside table and closes and locks the door.

“What’s this from?” Roger taps at the polaroid of the poetry, and as he asks it, Roger seems to notice the still-healing bruises beneath her eyes and across her nose. Ash’s expression twists into something amusingly embarrassed.

“One of Oz’s poetry books,” she explained, sitting next to him and plucking the polaroid from the wall. After a moment, she settled into his side, staring intently at the polaroid, “felt like the only way I could document a poignant moment in my life.” She chuckled, and passed the picture back to him. Instead of sticking it back up, Roger looks at it again, smiling faintly.

“The fight, right?” And Ash nods in confirmation, “you never did tell me what that was all about.”

“Maybe I will one day,” Ash muses, taking the remote from him and pressing play on Detective Pikachu. Roger doesn’t push, lets her have this as he sticks the polaroid back on the wall beneath his band’s poster.

Before he settles back entirely, however, Roger gently angles Ash’s face so he can lightly kiss the tip of her nose, and her cheek bones where the bruises are fading. Ash doesn’t ask and Roger doesn’t elaborate, but they both kind of just know.

He’s connected enough dots to have somewhat of an idea about what the fight was about, and judging by the polaroid and it’s caption, Ash hadn’t been lying about having feelings for him for a while. Feelings strong enough to fight for.

[thepeterfuckinparker]

miss. thompson pt.2 — peter parker smut

Summary: After the heated exchange at school, Peter goes to Flash’s party to see you and things get hot and heavy.

Notes: CHARACTERS ARE 18++ and im still trying to get the hang of tumblr :( i think i tagged pt 1 properly so get check it out :)) it was a hit so i wanted to make another part, maybe there will be more ;) let me know! SEND REQUESTS!

Warnings: smut!!!

pt. 1

You sighed in boredom as the front door closed, instantly rising off of the large couch and trudging towards the kitchen. Flash could be heard on the phone while you poured yourself a glass of lemonade, climbing onto kitchen island and scrolling through your phone. All at once, your phone was flooded with texts. You furrowed your eyebrows, pressing on each one as you sipped your lemonade.

‘What should I wear?’

‘Yo! Is there alcohol?’

‘Byob?’

‘Send me the addy, I didn’t ss it.’

‘Is there gonna be food?!?!?!!!!’

You heard Flash enter the kitchen, his fingers tapping away at his phone’s keyboard. You glared at him, crossing your arms immediately. “Eugene, do you have something to tell me?” You said harshly. Your step-brother ignored your tone, rummaging through the fridge and pulling out a box of beer. Your eyes widened, instantly chucking the empty carton of lemonade at Flash. He yelled in annoyance, throwing it back to you. “Are you throwing a party?” You ask.

“What’s it to you? You’re not invited.” Flash spat back, pushing your shoulder to get off of the island. You did, watching him spread out bottles of alcohol and bags of chips onto the marble counter.

“It’s my house too.” You snapped, “Mom and dad are out for literally two days and this is what you do?” You watched him continue to walk past you and set up red solo cups. “Hello!” You exclaimed. Brothers could be dicks, many were gifted with sweet ones but you had been burdened with Flash. He wasn’t a complete pain, he always had your back and was very protective of you but he was also incredibly insensitive. You grew used to it, learning it was better than being an only child sometimes.

“Invite your dumb friends! I don’t care. Hot girls only.” Flash rolled his eyes, ignoring your stomps as you fled to your bedroom. You slammed the door closed dramatically, squealing in excitement after a few minutes and desperately searching your closet for what to wear. Your step-brother was known for having notorious parties, you hadn’t attended one in a while and had to admit you were eager to dance and drink a bit. You settled on a tight red dress, one that was casual yet party-ish. Flash wasn’t a big fan, but he had already downed a beer so he had loosened up. You texted friends while helping Flash set up the house, putting cars in garages, placing important vases into your parents bedroom. The party would commence in thirty minutes and you had finally gotten time to do your makeup. It consisted of mascara and lip gloss before fixing up your hair. You looked over at your phone as you heard the doorbell start to ring, people were arriving. You looked over at your backpack that sat by your bedroom door and thought back to a few weeks back in school. The time with Peter Parker, chemistry project gone wild, you hadn’t done much speaking to him since. You bit your lip as a thought crossed your mind, you grabbed your phone and instantly shot a text to Betty Brant. You both weren’t exactly friends, she was well-known, you were well-known. In a matter of minutes, you had gotten exactly what you wanted. Peter Parker’s phone number. You sent him the obnoxious party flyer that Flash had made on an app, insisting he should come. Peter hadn’t replied which made you a little upset, but you attempted to not overthink and join the party.

You grinned at the set-up, Flash had brought out speakers and was already blasting music. It wasn’t too shitty, you made some requests and helped him tweak his ‘DJ Flash’ persona, he was getting better. There were even flashing lights, people already crowding the house with red solo cups in hands. You found yourself a beer, popping it open and taking soft sip; you were to be the chaperone. You danced with friends, watched people jump into your backyard pool, you made sure the neighbors weren’t being too bothered. You kept yourself busy, one beer turning into three - enough to keep you buzzed yet alert. An hour into the party, you locked yourself away in your bedroom. You simply wanted a time-out, to scroll through your phone and lay down. Swiping out of Instagram, you found yourself searching for Peter Parker’s response only to find that he still hadn’t replied. ‘READ AT 9:32 PM.’ You sighed out in annoyance. The other day at school must’ve meant nothing, maybe you hadn’t made yourself clear, maybe he simply thought it was a one time thing and you clearly weren’t interested. But you were, you wanted to see him again. It wasn’t just the light amount of alcohol in your system, you were still sober. You liked Peter, a lot — and you liked him sexually too, he probably didn’t feel the same way. That had to be it. You were buried into your pillows, still scrolling through your phone before your bedroom door opened. The music that had been blasting downstairs seeped through, instantly causing you to groan.

“This room’s off limits. Find somewhere else to fuck.” You turned over and instantly sat up at the sight of Peter Parker, you fixed your hair, pulled down your dress. “Oh - hey!” You smiled.

“H-Hey, can I come in?” Peter asked softly, your smile grew wider as you nodded. He shut the door behind him, awkwardly walking and standing in front of your bed. “I heard about the party, a-and saw your text so I figured I’d swing by.” His eyes widened, “Not swing by! That’s crazy. I mean - my aunt dropped Ned and I off.” He cleared his throat.

You laughed at him, a rose tint covering his cheeks in embarrassment. “I understand.” You bit your lip, you noticed he hadn’t moved, anxiety in both of your systems. You crawled towards the end of the bed, waving Peter to sit by you. Your legs hung over the end, hands placed on your thighs as he took his seat. “Peter, about the other day - “ You noticed disappointment flash over his eyes, “I really liked it.” He instantly lit up, eyebrows raising. “I don’t know what came over me, that’s not usually how people tell their crushes they like them but - “

“I’m your crush?” Peter blurted out, his lips parted in shock. You twisted your lips and nodded, “You like me?” You nodded again, instantly feeling the urge to just run to your closet and hide, but you pushed forward and rested your hand on his thigh.

It was silent, it was making you nervous. Was Peter thinking about what to say? Obviously because he wasn’t into you. You mentally scoffed at yourself, you were you, of course he was into you! You smirked, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Peter’s hands flew to your waist, feeling you crawl onto him and hover over. Your hands rested on his shoulders, knees buried into the bed as you sat on his lap. Your kiss deepened, his tongue easily playing with yours. He bit down on your bottom lip softly causing you to moan quietly. Just from the make-out session, from his hands running up and down your waist and back, you were soaking wet.

Peter stood to his feet, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed down your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, soft whimpers leaving your plump pink lips. The wall was pressed against your back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed down your collarbones towards the valley of your breasts. Your breathing was heavy, you took it upon yourself to pull up the bottom of your dress and pull down the top of your breasts. He admired your chest, pulling you up higher to take one nipple into his mouth. You groaned, arching your back as his warm wet mouth engulfed the sensitive bud. Peter set you down, your hands instantly going to his pants. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning them and yanking his pants down with his boxers. His length hit your stomach causing you to bite down on your bottom lip, eager to have his cock fill you up. You slid down the wall, your tongue taking a bold stripe up his shift. He gasped from above you, his hands instantly balling into tight fists. Peter hadn’t done anything like this before, the closest he had gotten with a girl was kissing; a bit of ass-grabbing. You, on the other hand, were somewhat experienced; but still a virgin. You intended on keeping it that way, despite your dripping pussy begging you to consider otherwise.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Peter stammered out, his hands unsure of where to go. You took his hard dick into your mouth, taking your hands into his and leading them to hold up your hair. He bit down his lip as he looked down at you, your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. It was a sight he surely would never forget. Your eyes locked onto his face, watching his face twist in pleasure as you looked up at him innocently. Your tongue focused on the tip of his length, swirling around it and hollowing your cheeks. You used one hand to jerk what you couldn’t take, his hips bucking. You gagged on his thick cock, stopping for air and wiping your lips. Peter instantly apologized, embarrassed for getting carried away. You giggled in response, kitten-licking his tip after reassuring him that all was well. You sucked softly, your spit dribbling down his shaft and down your chin. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, his fingers gripping your hair tighter, pulling you in a bit closer. “I’m gonna come.” He whined out, Peter felt your hands trail from his cock to your wet pussy. Your fingers found your clit, rubbing it roughly while you continued to focus on helping Peter reach his climax. The eager boy began to thrust in your mouth, which you didn’t seem to mind at all. He groaned out, his eyes shutting tightly as he came into your mouth. You released him with a pop, sticking your tongue out jokingly to expose his release. Peter watched you swallow, instantly biting his lip at the sight.

“How was that?” You asked with a grin, wiping your mouth. Peter barely responded before he pulled you to your feet. You both moved to the front of your bedroom door, your hand gripping the doorknob for support. His lips found your swollen ones, his hands kneading your breasts. He peeled off your underwear with his lips still on yours. You felt him place his hands on your hips before he muttered for you to jump. You did as told, ready to wrap your legs around him only to be brought up higher. You squealed in response, his hands holding you up as you pressed your hands into the ceiling. “What are you doing?” You laughed, looking down to see him eyeing your wet pussy.

“Returning the favor.” Peter smiled at you, his hands held your hips tightly.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss onto your swollen clit. You moaned in response, your hands still touching the ceiling. He licked it lightly before swiping his tongue up and down. A cry left your lips at the feeling, Peter soon licking back up to your clit and wrapping his lips around it. He sucked lightly, his tongue still playing with the bundle of nerves. Your hands flew from the ceiling to his soft brown curls, tugging on them in encouragement. Your eyes rolled as his tongue flattened, you took the opportunity to grind down. Your body shook above him, your fingers still tangled in his hair, you didn’t want him to stop. It was almost like you were seeing stars, the building orgasm in your core was ready to burst. His tongue was doing wonders and you didn’t know how much longer you would last. Peter held you up with one hand, you weren’t sure where the strength was coming from but you didn’t care. His other hand trailed down your thigh before his fingers made their way inside of you, a louder cry leaving your lips. It was a gentle yet quick gesture, he looked up at you, making sure you were okay. The sight he saw was gorgeous, your back arched while your lips parted, sweat glistening across your body. His cock was harder than ever, even after the mind-blowing orgasm you had given him. He felt your fingers yank at his hair harder, your hips bucking, your moans growing louder.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” You panted, your eyes rolling as you bursted. You felt a bliss, pleasure coursing through your veins as your orgasm washed over you. You shook in his arms, his tongue and sucking becoming lighter as you relaxed in his arms. “Oh my god, Peter.” You moaned softly, a smile spread across your face as he pulled back. Peter’s big brown eyes gazed up at you, returning the smile as you caught your breath. Suddenly, the door began to open. You gasped, pushing your back further in and Peter’s hand quickly shutting it. “Um - who is it?” You shouted, mouthing at Peter to let you down.

Peter did as told, bringing you down and setting you on your two feet. You used one hand to lock the door while the other adjusted your dress. The brown haired boy beside you scrambled to dress himself, his eyes wide. You fixed your hair and wiped your mouth before shoving Peter away from the door. You unlocked it and cracked it open, sticking half of your body out. You instantly grinned at Flash who glared at you, arms crossed. “What do you want?” You asked, clearing your throat.

“I need your help, neighbors called the cops. Someone saw them. Get everyone the fuck out of here!” Flash insisted, he gestured for you to hurry up.

“Oh uh - shit! Okay.” You nodded, “Let me put on some shoes.” You held up a finger before scrambling back into your room and locking the door.

Peter stared at you, “What do I do?” He asks quietly. The music was now off, Flash was sitting at your door. You pulled on your shoes, looking around for answers. The doorknob rattled again, you quickly pushed Peter, pointing towards underneath your bed. He understood, quickly scrambling to hide himself.

You rushed back to the door, opening it before Flash stormed in. “Mom and dad!” He pointed to his phone, you shut the door behind him. Your step-brother answered the phone, a fake grin plastered on his face as he spoke. He sat on your bed, laying down as your parents checked up. You felt nerves in your stomach, you felt like throwing up. “Yeah, everything’s fine. We’re watching a movie and we’re gonna head to bed, right Y/N?” Flash looked at you.

“Oh yeah! Totally - everything’s cool here.” You answered quickly, running a shaky hand through your hair. After a few minutes, your parents hung up. “Okay, go and tell everyone to get the fuck out. I’m gonna talk to the neighbors.” Flash inspected you carefully before standing up and nodding, he headed towards the door. He stopped in his tracks, his face scrunching up in disgust as he looked at the floor. “W-What?” You asked anxiously, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I thought girls rooms are suppose to be clean.” He pointed at your discarded panties on the floor, Flash rolled his eyes before leaving.

You sighed out in relief, locking the door behind him. “You can come out,” You mumbled before watching Peter crawl out. A light-hearted laugh left your lips, he rolled his eyes at you as he walked over. Peter kissed you gently, his thumb pressed against your cheek. “Thank you for tonight.” You muttered on his lips, he pulled back and thanked you in return.

“I gotta go.” Peter reminded you, his hands on your hips. You both clearly didn’t want to be separated but he had to leave. He reached for the door before you pulled him back.

“No! Flash will see you.” You argued, Peter looked at you in confusion. “Um - “ You thought to yourself, turning and looking at the window. “It’s not a far jump.” You smiled nervously.

“Y/N,” Peter whines before sighing and trudging toward the window. He opened it, peering down and glaring at you jokingly in response.

“I’ll see you again, right?” You asked softly, tucking a hair behind your ear. You ran your hands down your dress, bouncing on your feet.

Peter nodded, a smile on his sweet face. “Yeah.” You enjoyed tonight, it wasn’t just about the touching and being with him physically. You genuinely had feelings for Peter Parker, you wanted to see him again. You wanted more than this too, but until that comes, this would be fine.

You kissed him again, hands pressed against his cheeks before you heard your door rattle again. Your eyes widened as you ushered him to jump out. Peter nodded, watching the door open and quickly jumping out of view. You whipped your head, quickly closing your window and grimacing at Flash.

“Well, are you coming?” He shouted in an annoyed tone.

“I’m coming, jeez!” You exclaimed, rushing past him.

[theraddestcowboy]

OC Meme Compilation (part 1) (part 2)

Here’s part 2 of this whole thing, for Nikolai this time

I love this trash man and i want to give him more attention because he’s always been one of my favorite OC’s

COMPANION MEME

Name: Nikolai Tartakovsky

I think we should travel together: “Thought you'd never ask."

Use Melee: "This ought to be fun."

Use Ranged: “Oh good, I love showing off!”

Open Inventory: “Sure, just don't be surprised if they get lost. I don't exactly have a filing system."

Stay Close: (teasing) “Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

Keep Distance: “I'm not exactly a sniper, but alright.”

Stealth: "I'll uh....I'll do my best."

Back Up: “Ouch, that's my foot!”

Be Passive: “If you say so.”

Be Aggressive: (confidently) “Can do."

Use Stimpack: “I need to get some more of those things.”

Wait Here: “Just don't leave me out of anything fun.”

Follow Me: “Ready to head out? I just got comfortable.”

Send him to the Lucky 38: “I'm not a fan of that place, but I guess I'll find something to do there.”

Send him Home: “If you need me, come find me anytime.” (can be found in whatever workshop in freeside Kerrian would be in)

Aggression: aggressive/not aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

Confidence: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

Assistance: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

Companion perk: The Devil Down Below (bonus damage against lakelurks)

Weapons: Gnife (pipe revolver with a bunch of bonuses to shooting from the hip and a knife stuck on it)

Karma: Good

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» AGE:  Older than he should be (technically like 200 something)

» SPECIES: Human » GENDER: Male » SEX: Male » ORIENTATION: Bisexual » TITLE: the Silver Shroud

PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: Very very very dark brown » EYES: Blue

» SKIN: A bit tan » HEIGHT: 6'6" » WEIGHT: uhhhhhh idk

FAMILY » SIBLINGS: Fievel- younger half brother » PARENTS: Dmitri and i dont know if we ever named his mother

» GRANDPARENTS: God we wrote this down somewhere, the only one of his family members names i remember right now though is his uncle Vladimir » OTHER RELATIVES: Abagail- his wife, Kerrian- his son, Fenna- Not actually his daughter but he basically raised her so he's her dad now » ANY PETS?: Dogmeat Dogmeat Dogmeat (best boy) he also likes cats a lot SKILLS » PHYSICAL BUILD: listen im a thirsty bitch and cannot think of a way to describe his build that doesnt sound like im writing a bad romance novel » ABILITIES: Can Breathe Underwater (thanks todd), ages very slowly, can kick ass with the shittiest weapons possible, and does that all the time, my roommate keeps yelling at me for not using anything other than a pipe pistol like more than halfway through the game. Also will make friends with the edgiest loners he can find, and forcibly adopts any child who looks like they need a parent in a 50 mile radius

» SPECIAL : S7, P5, E6, C7, I5, A5, L10

» HOBBIES: Loves old naval shit, telling and hearing stories, music, and fixing up old junk

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE —— Aggressively friendly, like you cannot stop him from befriending you Good dad Compassionate Tactical Good at improvising Learns quickly

——- NEGATIVE ——-

Shortsighted A little too optimistic Terrible attention span Either forgets people too easily or refuses to let shit go Stubborn about weirdly specific shit

LIKES

» COLORS: Red and gold » SMELLS:  Soap, flowers, clean bedding, oil and turpentine and stuff like that, sea air » FOOD: Soups and stews, anything his wife makes, any kind of pie » DRINKS: Nuka-cola cherry, tea » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: dark beer, bourbon, gin

This is the one worthlesssix tagged me in and i dont know what to title it

NICKNAME: Niko (the only person who really calls him that is his brother though)

personal

MORALITY: Chaotic Good

RELIGION: Jewish, but not really religious

SINS: greed/gluttony/sloth/lust/pride/envy/wrath

VIRTUES: chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Ukrainian, Russian, very bad at Hebrew, knows the word for “idiot” in a lot of languages

physical

BUILD: scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/curvy/herculean/pudgy/plus size/average

HEIGHT: 6'6"

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Missing 2/3rd's of one of his fingers, a scar on his left eyebrow and later on one where his knee got messed up

favourites

PIZZA TOPPING: Tomatoes, spinach, anchovies, meatballs actually you know what he just likes 99% of pizza tbh i havent thought about it till just now but i feel like he would

MUSIC GENRE: Old old old swing, especially obscure stuff, 60's and 70's pop and motown, Dad Rock

MOVIE GENRE: Sci-fi, westerns, action movies

CURSE WORD: He's a sailor

fun stuff

BOTTOM OR TOP: Top

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Absolutely

LIKES PUNS: Loves them but gets angry when people say them anyway

[theharlequinwriter]

He’s Just like you.

Summary :  you and sam have a bad fight causing you to leave not knowing your pregnant and its a couple years later

Word count : 2,720

triggers: swearing.

“Dean wheres sam”

I stood on my tip toes looking over deans shoulder looking for my tall boyfriend sam.

“He took of with that demon bitch”

I gritted my teeth.

“Ruby”             I hated her more than anything , I knew that she was lying to us about helping dean outta going to hell but of course we couldn’t took a damn angel to save him. I hated how much sam trusted her , I feel like he would chose her over me , so I avoided the question during fights. I sat back on the couch grabbing my food from the brown bag dean had.

“You okay y/n?”

“Im fine why?”

“You seem upset lately maybe a little bitchy”

I pushed deans arm , taking a bite of my burger. We sat watching movies until at least midnight when sam finally came back in the door. Dean and I both turned now looking at sam who stood there as if he had just gotten off work.

“Where were you sam?”

“With ruby babe”

He walked by grabbing his salad pecking me on the cheek. I heard more footsteps and in walks in the demon herself ruby.

“Why the hell are you here demon bitch”

“Watch you’re tone with me hunter skank”

I walked around the couch coming face to face with ruby.

“Lets go bitch”

I pushed her back , sam came grabbing my hand leading me to the kitchen.

“What the hell y/n”

“Really sam”

“What?”

“You brought her here knowing how I feel about her”

“Shes helping me”

“I can help you sam”

“Not like she can”

“Are you sleeping with the bitch or something”

“What no”

“Then what the hell sam , why am I getting the 3rd degree here”

“Shes helping me y/n more than you or dean ever could”

“Wow sam I stayed with you even after dean went to hell ,I stayed when I found out you’re a demon blood junkie , I stayed even when she came”                                                       “No one asked you too y/n”

His hands now clenching into fist.

“I didnt ask you to stay , you did that all on your own”

“What was I gonna do sam , let you go y2k on everyone and everything?”

“I dont know y/n but it would of been easier if you just left”

“Really why so you could fuck her without feeling guilty after , oh im sorry I mean "helping” you"  

“Actually you know what y/n yes okay yes im fucking ruby ,ya happy now , wanna know why? Cause she doesnt bitch all the time , she doesnt need me to protect her , id rather her have my back at least I can depend on her”

“SAM!”

dean yelled stepping between us.

I felt my heart shatter In pieces, I felt tears forming , I didnt want him to see me cry.

I walked away still hearing him yell at dean about how ruby is better for him than me , how maybe I should just go. I went to our room grabbing everything I could , smashing pictures as I walked around the room.

“Okay  sam , hope your happy”

I walked away grabbing my bag and a little money. I gave dean a hug then I walked out the door not looking back.

I finally got to a cheap hotel where I got a single bed for the weekend. I walked inside falling onto the bed tears falling down my face. How could he say that. I took a shower , getting out my phone had a text from dean.

-hey y/n think it finally hit sam your not coming back , he might try call ya Ill let you know if he does anything stupid and dont worry about ruby ill gank her soon-

I didn’t reply i want sam to worry to realize im not going back.

Its been two months since I left, i decided I need to get a apartment in a little town where supernatural things didn’t occur.  I went into the little market buying some food and shampoo oh and pregnancy test.

I got home taking the test , it came back positive only one guy could be the father.

Sam.

I havent slept with anyone else or even looked at another guy I still loved sam.                    

*TWO YEARS LATER*

“Mommy , mommy look”

I got down on knees taking the drawing out of ethans hand.

My son ethan looks just like his father , he has his eyes and hair , his laugh , smile. He makes me miss sam everyday.

“Thats amazing baby , what is it”

Looking at the drawings it was a very tall person with a cape and what look like dogs.

“Its daddy , you said hes saving people from devil dogs , silly mommy”

I put it on the frige placing him in his seat. I gave him his lunch , he always wanted to know about sam ever since he had a play date with a kid who had both his parents. I told him sam was off saving the world from monsters like ghost and devil dogs. He always asked if his daddy was coming home or will he ever see him.

He was so smart for a child his age. After lunch I asked if he wanted to go to the park to play and feed the ducks.

We got in the car buckling ethan into his seat. When got to the park , ethan took off for the swings. I sat on a bench close enough to see but not so close I can’t see my surroundings. Im still a hunter  after all. Ethan was playing tag with some of his friends when another mom came and sat next to me.

“Hey y/n , how are you”

“Im fine susan ,how are you”

“Honestly a little shook up , some fbi agents came to the house asking about murders”

“Creepy”

“Oh my thats them”

She pointed her finger over at two men in suits , walking twords us. I brushed my hair into my face , I turned to her but she was already gone. As they got closer I could hear them banter back and forth.

“Excuse me miss may we ask you some questions”

I sat up looking up at the man who spoke.

“Hi sam”

His jaw dropped as I spoke to him , I flashed a smile , I jumped up hugging dean before reaching out offering sam a hug. He pulled me in hugging me tightly his hands rested on my lower back. I pulled away still having the smell of him fill my nose

“So what’s going on , I havent heard about any murders”

Dean spoke when sam just stood  there with a big smile across his face.

“Happend in the 80’s thinking its a wendigo who went quite”

“You guys still gotta gank it nice or not a monsters a monster right”

“Right”

Dean winked at me before sam cut in.

“So uhh whats new”

“A little this , a litte that”

I didnt tell him about ethan, I didnt need a absent father in his life Sam kept glancing at the ground then back at me.

“We ganked ruby”

“Oh im sorry ”

“Im not ,she was tricking me”

“Oh well cant trust anyone I guess”

“Ive missed you y/n”

“I miss you too sam”

His smile grew bigger.

“Maybe we can get a drink tonight and talk”

“I can’t im sorry”

“Oh you got a boyfriend or something?”

“No ”

Dean now trying to help his brother spoke now giving me his best charm.

“Why dont the three of us go get a drink and talk about getting the band back together”

“Id love to you guys but I cant”

Sam was about to protest when ethan came running from the playground.

“Mommy , mommy I caught a bug”

I picked him up sitting him on my hip.

“Let me see”

He opend his hand showing a dead cricket"

“Its dead hun”

“I know silly mommy , it was scaring lisa so I saved her , like how daddy saved you from monsters”

I kissed his cheek putting him back down , crouching down I grabbed his hand.

“Go say bye we gotta go home”

He smiled running off to say bye, I stood up sam and dean both wide eyed and speechless.  I waved my hand in front of sams face making him snap out of his trance.

“You have a a a a son?”

“Yea his names ethan”

Sam stayed speachless watching ethan run back to us.

Ethan stood by my side , gripping my pant leg tightly. Sam crouched down pulling out his fake fbi badge.

“Hi im sam”

Ethan grabbed his badge.

“Im ethan”

“Tell him your full name ethan”

ethan tucked his head into my leg before looking back at sam smiling.

“My name is Ethan Samuel Winchester”

Sams head shot up looking at me, he stood up trying to figure out what to say.                                        

“Ethan hunny dont forget your toy”

He ran back to the swings where his toy dragon sat in the sand. Sam finally spoke.

“Is he mine?”

“Yes sam , hes your son”

“When did you find out"                    

"Maybe a month and a half after I left”

“Why didnt you call?”

“Didnt think you would care”

I could see tears filling up his eyes. Ethan walked over , picking him up I gave sam and dean quick hugs before walking to my car , shaky and on the verge of tears.

*sams pov*

Dean and I just killed off the 90 year old wendigo. Dean decided we had a crazy day so the bar was the perfect place to go. We sat down at a table near the back , dean ordered 6 shots of whiskey , 3 for each , and two beers one for each. As we drank my mind kept snapping back to y/n and our son.

“Sammy?”

I snapped out of my day dream to dean cheersing me with his shot.

“So you’re a daddy sam”

“Im not a dad im just the biological father , I wasnt there for anything”

Dean downed his other two shots , so did I. He raised he hand asking for 3

More rounds. We were in the middle of our 3 or was it 5th round with jack when I finally yelled.

“Why the fuck didnt she call me dean? Ya know just be like oh hey sam im pregnant with your child just fyi or a text something”

“You told her to go sam , told her you wanted ruby , that you were cheating on her with ruby , that you wished she left , you made her feel worthless , unloved , unwanted , you were so jacked up on demon blood you didnt care when she walked out the door”

I buried my face in my hands , dean was right , it was my fault she never came back or called , I dont blame her for hiding him from me.

Dean cleared his throat.

“She clearly tells the kid about you”

I looked up at him , feeling tears build behind my eyelids.

“What?”

“She tells the kid about you I mean you didnt hear him say he saved the girl from the bug like his daddy saved her”

My heart beat hard agianst my chest. I had to see her ,tell her everything. I stood up but dean pushed me back into my seat.

“2 more rounds”

After we drank I felt the room spinning , my thoughts jumbled between y/n and ethan , and more alcohol. I walked outside feeling the cold air hit my face.

“Cas!”

I yelled when I heard the sound of wings I turned to see 3 cas’s , he spoke but I couldn’t hear him.

“T-t-t take me to y/n”

Next thing I knew I was infront of a little white house.

*y/n pov*

*BANG BANG*

I ran to the door , it was 2 am who the hell is banging at my door this late. I opened the door to find a very drunk , very sad sam.

“Sam?”

He smiled pulling me to his chest.

“Y/n!!”

I took him inside sitting him on the couch handing him a water bottle.

“Sam what are you doing here?”

“This right here ”

He patted his hands on the couch.

“Is where im meant to be”

“Sam please dont”

“Please just listen”

I sat next to him making sure we didnt touch.

“Y/n im so sorry for how I acted , for what I s s s said , ruby was a lying bitch just l l like you said. She tricked me into horrible things I never had sex with her , I never even looked at her like that , I was so junked up on demon blood that I didnt see that you were what I needed , w w what I need baby.”

I saw tears falling from his eyes now when he spoke.

“Baby you are my world , and we have a son ,  , I dont blame you for keeping him from me, but I I can’t , wont miss anymore of his life or yours , I need you back y/n , im so sorry so so so sorry”

He was now full on crying , I could tell dean had gotten him drunk so he could say how he felt. He looked back at me , his eyes blood shot and his     breath smelling of whiskey.

“He has your eyes sam”

“Really?”

“Yeah , he is just like you more and more everyday”

I felt tears falling down my face.

“Sam you can come back but you have to be here , I wont let you hurt ethan”

“I wont ever hurt eaither of you”

His hands grabbed mine pulling me to him so now I was sitting on his lap facing him. He put one of his hands on my lower back while the other rested on my cheek. He closed the gap between us his lips gently touching mine. I kissed back running my hands through his hair making the kiss deeper.

“Ive missed you so much sam”

I helped him upstairs ,letting him sleep in my bed. As I layed next to him , he wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me into his spooning me.

“Does ethan know about me?”

“Yeah he knows you and dean hunting   monsters like ghost and demons but he thinks your a superhero”

I heard his laugh as we fell asleep. I woke up before sam untangling myself from him. I walked downstairs where ethan sat watching his morning cartoons. I called him over to the kitchen sitting him in his chair I went to the frige grabbing things for pancakes.

“Mommy what’s wrong?”

Ethan looked at me smiling

“Nothing baby”

I walked away from my mixing bowl picking ethan up sitting him on my hip. Grabbing my wallet I took the picture of me sam and dean out handing it to him.

“That right there is your uncle dean , hes really brave and the tall guy thats your daddy sam he’s my hero”

Ethan smiled holding the picture, I walked into the kitchen sitting him down on the floor. I heard steps coming from upstairs.

“Ethan hun I have a surprise for you”

His head snapped up looking at me with wonder.

“What is it mommy?”

“I want you to look at that picture real close”

As he squinted his eyes , sam came down standing at the walk way into the kitchen.

“Now ethan look up”

Ethan looked up from the picture , as his eyes met sam , the biggest smile formed across his face.

“DADDY!!!”

he ran over grabbing sams legs as sam picked him up.

“Daddy your back!”

Sam hugged him tears falling down his face.  His eyes locked onto mine.

“Daddys home now ethan”

After breakfast dean came over so ethan could know his family. As sam and I did dishes his hands grabbed my hips spining me around so now I was face to face with him.

“Y/n I wanna be a family”

“We are sam”

“I wanna make it offical”

He reached into his pocket pulling out a ring.

“I know its not much but will you marry me ?”

“Yes sam oh my lord yes”

He kissed me , my hands tangled in jis hair as we parted I could hear ethan and dean.

“Ew mommy and daddy are kissing”

“I know right gross”

I smiled at sam , knowing he will always be there for ethan and I

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Family Matters: Part 7

Pairings: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Mention of (canon) character death, swearing, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 4,629

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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“Where’d it go?” you asked in a sing-song voice as you looked at Thomas with a shocked face. “Where’s the block?” He looked down at the blanket you had hidden the block under and an adorable scowl crossed his face. He grabbed the blanket in his chubby fist and ripped it back. “There it is!” You cheered. He smiled and bounced up and down as he held on to the couch in your living room for balance. You heard your phone ding as Thomas handed you back the blanket. He put his lips together and made a ‘mmm’ sound as if he were trying to say ‘more.’

“Hang on, baby.” You said as you got up to answer the door quickly. “Let’s see who is visiting us today.” You heard a soft plop followed by the loud scrambling of limbs as he crawled after you as quickly as he could. You pulled open the door and your brow furrowed as Ally Lowen walked up your walkway. “Well, well. Fancy seeing you here.” She smiled as Thomas used your jeans to pull himself up to stand next to you.

“My God, look how big he’s gotten.” She said. Thomas looked at her and his eyes grew wide with panic. He shook his head rapidly and looked up at you, pleadingly as he reached with one hand to be picked up.

“We don’t like strangers right now.” You laughed as you picked him up and put him on your hip; draping his leg over your small 4 months along baby bump. “What’s going on?” She held up a thick folder and gave you a tight lipped smile.

“There’s a couple things but this was dropped off at my office this morning. You need to see it.” You nodded and stepped back into the house to let her in.

“Want anything to drink? Water is the go to option but I have juice, milk, or beer, if you prefer.” She laughed as you closed the door and pointed her in the direction of your toy covered living room.

“No, thanks. I won’t be long.” You both sat down and she sighed. “So a few things happened in the last couple days. First, Tara’s life insurance policy has been paid out to you.” She said as she pulled out a check from the folder in her hand and handed it to you. You blanched as you looked at the $500,000 dollar check in your hand.

“Jesus Christ.” Lowen nodded as Thomas picked up the block off the couch. Knowing his goal was to whack you with it to get your attention back on him, you took it from him; much to the boy's disliking. “Keep talking, I’m listening.” You said as you got up and walked into the kitchen to get a cheese stick to distract the child in your arms before he had a meltdown.

“This next one is a tough one so you may want to sit down for it.” You took a deep breath as you pulled open the cheese stick with your teeth and walked back into the living room. You nodded as you sat down and handed Thomas the snack.

“Alright… just… go.”

“Jax has signed full custody over to you and he’s pushing for you and your husband to sign adoption papers.” Despite knowing it was coming, tears welled in your eyes. He had only come by a handful of times in the two and a half months since Tara had passed away. You nodded as Ally continued. “He also signed over the house, the car, his half of Teller-Morrow and his part of Red Woody and Diosa to you and Filip.” The news hit you like a freight train and you leaned back against the couch. Ally shook her head and gave you a winced smile. “I’m not done.” You groaned as you sat up again. She flipped open the folder and grabbed the top group of papers.

“This morning, Gemma’s lawyer dropped this off. Apparently, she has also signed everything over to you and Filip as well under the same ‘half-goes to Thomas’ condition Tara had. Included is the pay out for Clay’s life insurance to Thomas, her father’s property and assets, their bank accounts and safety deposit boxes. Thomas is also the sole beneficiary of Gemma’s life insurance policy… both worth two million dollars.” Your eyes shot open wide and you froze as she held out the papers to you. You shook your head and opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked after a minute of silence as you finally took the papers from her.

“I don’t know. I just knew you needed to see this quickly.” You nodded as you looked at the suddenly heavy stack of papers in your hand.

“What else do you have?” You asked as you pointed at the folder. You heard the sound of your garage opening as Lowen shook her head.

“Adoption papers and the legal documents for all of Jax’s property.”

“Blue jay?” Chibs called out as he walked into the kitchen.

“Babe… you need to hear this…” You could hear his pace quicken slightly as he came out into the living room. You grabbed the checks, put them on the stack of papers from Gemma’s lawyer and handed them to him as you nodded at Ally.

“Tara’s life insurance paid out to (Y/N). That’s the check on top. The second check is Clay’s paid out to Thomas alone.” He whistled as he looked at it while she finished her speech. “The papers are from Gemma’s lawyer. Both her and Jax signed over all of their assets to you and (Y/N) including Teller-Morrow.” Chibs head whipped up to look at Lowen. She nodded as she grabbed the second stalk of papers. “Jax is also signing over full custody and pushing for adoption immediately.” Chibs sank down onto the arm of the couch slowly as he looked over at you. Ally’s phone started ringing and she gave you a small smile. “I’ll just be out front while you two talk.”

“Did ye know about this?” He asked you as he put down the papers and took Thomas who was grunting and reaching for him. You shook your head as you picked the papers up.

“I knew about Jax but I did not know about Gemma.” The two of you sat in stunned silence staring at each other as you tried to wrap your heads around what was going on. After a few minutes, you heard the front door open and you turned toward it as Jax walked in.

“Shit… I meant to get here to tell you before Lowen showed up.”

“Jackson… did you know Gemma signed over everything to us as well?” You asked as you held up the papers. “Including her and Clay’s life insurance policy��s and all of her dad’s things?” His brow furrowed as he did a double take.

“Wait, she what?” You nodded as he walked over and took the papers from you.

“Yea. Apparently, Chibs and I now own Teller-Morrow and two extra parts of Diosa and Red Woody. On top of that we just gained a son that is a multi-millionaire and he isn’t even 9 months old yet, five cars, four bank accounts, three houses, a motorcycle and a partridge in a pear tree.”

“Jackie boy… are ye sure that’s what ye want?” Jax nodded as he walked around the couch and sat down where Ally had been few minutes before. It broke your heart to watch Thomas actually shy away from his blood father, hiding himself slightly under Chibs’ arm.

“They called for a Mayhem vote.” Your brow furrowed in confusion as Chibs swore. “I told them the truth. Look, I know where Gemma is. She’s up in Oregon visiting her dad. That means she’s at her dad’s house. The nursing home called Tara’s phone lookin’ for her because she was the key conservator. I’m out one way or another, so I’m gunna handle Gem while you push the Mayhem vote unanimously.” You looked at Chibs as tears filled his eyes.

“No… I won’t…”

“You have to and you know it.” He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. “I can’t go on without her. I can’t raise him without her. You two are my two closest friends; my only family. Give him the life I can’t. Send him to college like Tara wanted. Run the MC using legitimate businesses. I have been setting this shit up for months for him and for you.” He said as he pointed to his son. You finally realized exactly what he was saying and tears began to fall down your cheeks.

“Jax…” You whispered as you reached out and took his hand. You shook your head but he cut you off before you could say anything.

“I have to. I can’t go on without her. I’m lost without Tara. This is the best thing for everyone here.” He squeezed your hand and put his other one on Chibs’ knee. “Sign the papers. Change his last name to yours. Tell him all about Tara but I want you to promise me that you will not let him see me in a good light. I am a monster; I know it, I accept it. He needs to know that to scare him away from the life. Run TM and SAMCRO as legitimate businesses. Please. I am literally begging you.” You covered your face with your free hand as tears poured from your eyes. You knew there was no talking Jax out of this. He had made up his mind.

“A’right, Jackson.” You pulled Jax toward you as you stood up and he wrapped you in a tight hug as you began to sob.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. You shook your head as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I love you… so much.” He nodded as he kissed your neck; his own tears falling rapidly on your shoulder.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Thank you for everything you have done for me my whole life.” You nodded as you pulled back and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“I promise y-you… I will raise him as my own. And I will make damn sure that he ends up a doctor or some fancy lawyer for you.” He huffed a laugh as you brushed his tears away with your thumbs. He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss before pulling back and resting his forehead against yours. The two of you stood there silently for a moment and cried; speaking volumes of things you couldn’t voice.

“Take care of both of them.” He said as he pulled away from you. You nodded and took Thomas… your son as Chibs stood up.

“I won’t promise ‘e will know ye as a monsta… but ‘e will know the good nd the bad that ye did. Let him form ‘is own opinion. I will promise ta raise ‘im out of the club best I can.” Jax nodded as the two men hugged; holding on a little longer than typical before pulling away with loud slaps on the back.

“Sign the adoption papers and the name change now; Lowen has them all ready written up. I gotta go take care of my end. When you’re done here, go have Chapel at Red Woody and do the Mayhem vote honestly. I’ll be back in town tomorrow.” Chibs nodded as Jax looked at the two of you. He tearfully reached for his son, who went willingly. “I love you, Thomas.” He whispered as he kissed the little boys forehead. He lingered for only a moment before handing him back to you. “I’ll send Lowen in.” He headed for the door as your tears started falling once more.

“Jax…” He turned back to look at you with tears in his eyes. You nodded at each other and he turned and walked out the door without another word. Chibs immediately wrapped you and your son in his arms as the two of you stood there and cried; saying silent good-byes to your best friend.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I have to get going soon.” Ally said as she stepped back inside. You nodded as you stepped back and sat down. Chibs cleared his throat and pulled out a pair of reading glasses.

“Jus’ show us where ta sign.”

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“How the hell did this bitch get anything done in this shit storm?” You slammed the filing cabinet you were looking through closed and growled. “Chucky! Get in here!” You sat down in the desk chair in the Teller-Morrow office as you pulled open the bottom drawer. You tried to lean around your giant stomach as Chucky walked in.

“Yea, boss.” You scowled up at him and shook your head.

“Don’t call me boss. I need two things. 1) A freaking giant ass fan because I am hot and pregnant and really pissy. 2) I need all the incoming invoices for the shop and the club for the last year. We are going digital here because I am not dealing with these damn hunks of metal anymore.” You snapped as you kicked the drawer closed.

“Yes ma’am!” He said as he quickly walked out the door.

“Don’t call me ma’am either!”

“Hey, grouchy.” Chibs said as he leaned against the door frame to your office. You scowled at him.

“Don’t start.” He chuckled as he came into the office.

“Ye need to go ‘ome, love. This ‘eat is makin’ ya miserable.” You rolled your eyes as you went back to looking for the invoices in an attempt to get Teller-Morrow running more efficiently.

“Yea, well we inherited an absolute shit show for a company and someone…” You were cut off as Chibs took a hold of your hands, removed them from the path of the drawer and closed it.

“‘ome, air-conditionin’, ice cream in bed. Le’s go.” You growled despite the fact that his idea sounded absolutely heavenly at that moment.

“I hate rational you right now.” You said as you bent down to grab your bag. You felt a sudden ‘pop’ and a rush between your legs and you sighed. “Oh, you couldn’t fucking wait until I got ice cream in bed could you, you little shit.” You looked up at Chibs and held out your hands. He cocked his eyebrow at you and your face deadpanned. “Water just broke. Want me to just have her here?”

“Jus’ as impatient as ‘er mother.” Chibs chuckled as he took ahold of your hands and pulled you out of the chair.

“Yea, I hope that’s not a sign.” You groaned as you got up right. You stood there for a moment as a contraction gripped your stomach before you scoffed. “Can you find Chucky and tell him to nix the fan and order me a new chair.” Chibs laughed as you grabbed a hold of his arm so he could help you awkwardly down the step.

“Aye. I will let ‘im know, love.” He walked you over to the blue Honda CRV that used to belong to Tara you decided to keep. You got into the passenger seat as a second contraction hit and your growled; twisting Chibs’ leather kutte in your fist as you grit your teeth against the pain.

“OK… really impatient. Can ya get in the fucking car, please?” You released your grip on his kutte as he put your seatbelt on with a chuckle. “I don’t know why you think this is funny. This is not fucking funny, Filip.” He shut the door and jogged around the front of the car still laughing.

“Ye get cute when yer angry, m'love. Can’t ‘elp but laugh… Chucky! Lock up at close; baby’s comin’.” Chucky, with his awkward eBay plastic hands, gave a weird ‘OK’ symbol and looked down at the fan he was carrying.

“Tell him to put that in my office still. I need to get better AC in there.” Chibs laughed and passed on your message before getting in the car as another contraction hit. “God, fuck this sucks.” You said through grit teeth as you tried to maneuver in your seat to find some sort of comfortable position. “You’re getting a vasectomy. I am absolutely never doing this again.”

“Yes, m'love.” He said dismissively as he headed out of the parking lot toward the hospital. The 10 minute drive felt like it took 50 years and your contractions felt like they were nearly right on top of each other. You kept a death grip on the leather of Chibs’ kutte so you didn’t hurt him as he gently rubbed your leg and reminded you to breathe as best as he could. Once you pulled into the ER drop off, Chibs ran in to get a wheelchair.

“She wants out and she wants out, now!” You cried as two nurses rushed out with him. They scrambled to get you inside as your husband rushed to park the car. As they wheeled you down the hall, with Chibs jogging to catch up, you honestly thought you were about to die. “For fucks sake, move faster!”

It felt like an absolute whirlwind. The doctor on call was paged as you were brought into a room. You told both nurses in a vernacular as colorful as your arms that your little girl was coming and both of them told you you had time.

“Do somethin’!” Chibs shouted as he looked at the two women at the door.

“W-w-we’re just students…” The one said. You heard your husband swear as you grabbed his arm.

“Filip, it’s now. It’s right now.” You panted as the need to push became unbearable.

“Shoulda just dun it me self at the shop.” He growled as he ripped his sleeves up, sending the buttons of his shirt flying. “Push when ye need ta, love.” You nodded and pulled your knees back to your chest.

“Wait! You can’t…” The second nursing student said. Her words were cut off by an almost inhuman screech as you pushed with everything you had.

You had dealt with pain before. You had been stabbed twice and broken a few bones as a kid but the pain of child birth surpassed all of those experiences by a long shot. You heard nothing but the blood pounding in your ears; muffling your husband’s words of encouragement, the nervous shrieking of the students and the doctor that arrived just a little too late. White, hot pain ricocheted through your body for a few seconds as you gripped the backs of your thighs so tight, you drew blood. Thankfully, your impatient little girl made your life real easy because after the first long push, you were done.

“Well that’s something you don’t see every day.” The doctor said as Filip wrapped his daughter in his shirt since everyone else in the room was a little too stunned to get him a receiving cloth.

“Do I ‘ave ta finish yer job for ya, too?” He shouted as his daughter’s loud cries filled the room. The man’s face reddened slightly as he grabbed a pair of gloves. You followed the doctor’s instructions with only half your attention. The other half was falling even more in love with your husband as he held his tiny little girl in his arms.

“We have to get her…” the nurse said as she reached for your daughter as the nursing students came over and attempted to clean you up a bit.

“Back. Off. I delivered ‘er; I can clean ‘er up. Bring the shit ‘ere.” The nurse shrank away as Chibs walked over to the bed. “Welcome ta the world, Miss Elizabeth Grace.” He gently laid her across your chest and sat down on the bed next to you. With a smile he gave you a chaste kiss and brushed your sweat dampened hair off your face. “Ye did amazing, love.” You giggled as you looked up at him.

“Me? Baby, you just delivered our daughter in less than twenty minutes.”

“Aye. That’s ‘ow we do parentin’.” You laughed as you looked down at the most beautiful little girl in the world.

“We are pretty bad ass parents. Speaking of… we should probably call Nita and tell her we are gunna be a little late tonight.” Chibs laughed as the nurse brought in a portable scale, some bathing supplies, diapers and blankets. Not two seconds later, Margret Murphy came in. You could tell by the look on her face she was not only stunned but appalled.

“I heard you two are causing quite the fuss in my hospital today.” You shrugged as Chibs took Elizabeth and brought her over to clean her up. “I am so, so sorry…”

“Hey, not your fault. Filip was a medic in the British Army so I got lucky.” She nodded as she waved the nurse out. The woman wrote down the weight and length of your daughter and left the room quickly. Margret looked at your perfect little angel and smiled.

“What’s her name?”

“Elizabeth Grace. ‘er sister, Donna ‘nd Tara’s middle names.” Margret looked up at Chibs with a smile and nodded in approval.

“She would have liked that.” He nodded back as he swaddled his baby girl expertly.

“Aye, they both would’a. We figured we’d honor the woman who brought us together and the woman who lost her life too soon and gave us our son.” Margret nodded with tears in her eyes.

“I’ll let you two have some time. If you need anything at all, call me personally.” She said as she pulled a business card out of her pocket and put it on the table. You thanked her as she took one last look at the baby before leaving.

“OK, gimmie!” You said as you reached for Elizabeth. “You get to make a bunch of phone calls.” He laughed as he passed Elizabeth back to you.

“And this will be a fun story ta tell.”

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“You are absolutely not carrying me over the threshold.” You said as you stood in front of your new house with newborn Lizzie in your arms. The new house had finally closed when you were in the hospital and Chibs had every member of the MC working around the clock to move everything out of your old house, and the few things you kept from Tara’s and Gemma’s old houses before you sold them into the new, bigger one.

“‘Tis tradition for a new house, love.” Your husband claimed as he held Tommy’s hands while the little boy ran around him in circles. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“You drop us and I will kill you.” Chibs smiled as he grabbed ahold of Tommy and picked him up.

“Listen ta yer mum; thinkin’ I would dare drop ‘er.” He said as he carried the little boy into the house. He handed him off to Lyla, who was inside for the ‘Welcome home’ party before walking back out to you with a smile. “Drop ye on ye head, knock some sense in ta ye, love.” You squealed as he picked you up in his arms, a little awkwardly since you couldn’t hold on to him and carried you inside. You shook your head and laughed as he set you down in the entry way of the house.

“You guys did a great job in here.” You said as you looked around at the guys in the MC. The house was beautiful; 5 bedroom, 4.5 bathrooms, large rooms and a pool with a waterfall slide in the huge fenced in backyard. It was in the same neighborhood as Gemma’s house used to be.

“Aye, they did.” He kissed you on the forehead with a smile. “Welcome ‘ome, m'love.” You smiled as people started coming over to congratulate you on the new house and the newest addition to the SAMCRO family.

“I bet you twenty bucks I can jump from the top of the rocks into the pool with my eyes closed.” You heard Half-Sack say to Kozik. You whipped your head around, mid-sentence as you were talking to Happy and his current fling and scowled.

“You break your damn neck and make my house insurance go up and I will kill you.” Sack smiled as Kozik laughed.

“Oh, it’s on!” Everyone laughed as the two men ran outside and the group followed after them, finally leaving the front hall of your home. No matter how many times you tried to help; setting up food on the long family dinner table that you kept from Gemma, or getting more drinks for the coolers out of the garage, Lyla or one of the many croweaters and Red Woody porn stars would stop you and shoo you away.

“It’s your welcome home house warming party. Enjoy it.” One of the girls finally said as she led you back outside for the hundredth time. “You’re Queen Bee now, after all.” Your brow furrowed at the reality you hadn't really realized yet; despite technically having the unofficial title for almost 7 months since Jax’s suicide. You looked around at the guys of the MC and everyone that was part of the SAMCRO family and nodded.

“Yea… I guess I am…” You sat there for a moment, watching everyone enjoy the pool and the house as Bobby cooked burgers and hot dogs on the grill, thinking about that statement. Not even three years ago, the people that were in your back yard didn’t even know you were back in town. In the past three years, you had lost friends and family. Your world had been turned upside down, chewed up and spit out more times than you could count. There had been jail time and down time, hiding and chaos; blood shed and new blood gained… but somehow your large family had managed to come out on top. Now here you were, the same little girl that just wanted to be a part of something bigger but as the President’s old lady; a seat you never even dreamed of claiming.

“Ye alright love?” You looked up at Chibs as he brushed his pool drenched hair out of his face and wiped the water from his eyes.

“Thinking… I was just called the Queen Bee.” He nodded as he lit a cigarette. You snagged it from him, grateful you could enjoy a smoke again and continued. “It’s weird… I never expected to be at the top; it was never really something I wanted. It’s fun to be in charge but the people we lost to get us here…” He sighed and nodded as he lit himself another cigarette.

“Bitter sweet pill ta swallow.” you nodded as he sat down on the chair next to you. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, watching Ope slide down the slide with Thomas (in his little life jacket) on his lap. You smiled as Ope held him in the air as they plunged into the deep end of the pool. Your son screamed happily and demanded ‘more’ as he reached for anyone to take him down the slide again.

“I hate every thing and everyone we had to lose to get here.” You said as you laid your head on Chibs’ shoulder. “But I am so glad our family made it to the other side safely.” He nodded and put his arm around your shoulder as Tig took Thomas down the slide again.

“Aye. ’Tis all I ever wanted; me family safe.”

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

[theemouniverse]

The Story Of Another Us

The smell of cheap alcohol and cigarettes overwhelmed me as I stepped into the crowded house, I don’t know why I come to these things I never have a good time but my friends always seem to be able to persuade me. As soon as we had left the car I had already lost them, I walked over to the kitchen and poured myself some beer to drown out the sound of the horrible music blasting throughout the house. I walked into the backyard to get some fresh air when a boy from my music class started approaching me. “hey,  Danni” he screamed from across the garden “oh hey Brendon” I chuckled at the intoxicated boy waving his arms to get my attention, that wasn’t hard for him to do i’ve had a huge crush on since the 7th grade, he was perfect. I got up and walked over to him as he left the conversation his friends were having, we went over to the swing set in the back of the garden. Once we had sat on the cold blue seats i started to swing myself higher and higher I looked like I was having the time of my life as brendon sat there laughing at my drunken actions, once i was as high as I could get I jumped off and ran over to the bench Brendon walked over to me slowly and sat by my side. we talked for a while, mainly about the future and that his band ‘panic! at the disco’ how him and his friends were gonna get bigger “you should have this to remember me when I get famous” we both chuckled as he gave me one of his wristbands “ how could I forget you” that made him smile. We were out there for ages and most people had left by now, it also made me realise most of my friends have abandoned me but I didn’t mind. He had noticed that I had gotten goose bumps as he swung his jacket over me, he hung his arm around my shoulder as I nuzzled into him. “hey love birds, get in here and play some truth and dare!” screamed Brendons friend Pete. 

We strolled into the basement where the few people left were and we had sobered up a bit now, his arm still around me. when we got in there the music was much quieter and it was a lot easier to think. Me and Brendon went and sat on the sofa next to Pete and his girlfriend Anya, “Brendon, truth or dare?” asked Josh. “Dare.” replied Brendon “I dare you to have a game of too hot with Danni” Pete smirked. Brendon turned to face me, he saw as I was blushing “only if you want to” he whispered so only I would be able to hear “yeah i’ll do it” we stood up and faced each other I put my hands in my back pocket to make sure I didn’t try to stick my hands into his gorgeous hair. He rested his on his hips and leaned in, I suddenly realised what was happening the boy that I have had a crush on for years is about to kiss me in a room full of people. This isn’t how it was meant to happen! I spun around so fast I nearly fell over I ran up the stairs until I got to the top floor and went into what I presumed was the guest bedroom. I couldn’t of imagined how Brendon felt, I just left him stood there like a complete idiot. I sat on the bed with my face in my hands, I ruined it the only chance I would’ve ever gotten to kiss him. I don’t know how long I had sat there but I heard a gentle tap at the door “come in” I said so quite it was barley audible, the door slowly creaked open. It was Brendon,  “Hey, what happened I’ve been looking for you for ages” he said quietly, “I don’t know I just had to get away and get some space” I lied. “ you know if you didn’t want to kiss me you could’ve just said” “No, it’s just, erm, I, well I’ve had this massive crush on you for ages and I was really excited to kiss you, but I realised it was wrong since you were only going to do it for a dare” I felt myself start to blush hard. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted all of my feelings to a boy who probably doesn’t care about me. “really?” He smiled “because I’ve liked you for ages too but I didn’t think someone so smart and pretty and just a generally amazing person like you would go for a guy like me when you could get anyone you wanted” I let out a small chuckle, “I want you” by this point he was sat on the bed in front of me.  

He slowly began to lean in, I was nervous to say the least but I couldn’t wait any longer so I leaned in, when our lips met it was like an eruption of fireworks going off. It started off slow and passionate but got quicker, heated and full of lust I straddled his lap not breaking the kiss as it got deeper. I broke away and started kissing down his jaw leaving a mark every time. I could feel his tight jeans become even tighter as I ripped his shirt over his head as he did the same to me. He flipped us over so he was on top, he unclasped my bra and through it across the room and started sucking on my breasts. I flipped us over again and started leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down his stomach to his waist band where I started to fiddle with his belt, as I pulled his trousers down I saw the massive tent that had formed in his pants. “we should probably be removing these as well then” he said glaring at my black skinny jeans, I turned around to pull them down shaking my ass whilst doing so knowing exactly what I was doing, I could feel Brendon’s gaze practically burning holes in to my skin “stop teasing” Brendon whined like a child. I turned back around and got onto my knees and stuck two fingers into the waistband of Brendon’s boxers and pulled them down as his large erect penis smacked his abdomen and bounced back up, I licked around his tip gathering all of the pre-cum into my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down, his hand went into my hair to create a make-shift ponytail, I used my hand to rub up and down the part that couldn’t fit into my mouth as he moaned my name “Danni, im gonna cum” I increased my pace and my left hand massaged his balls, I felt his hot release into my mouth as I swallowed it all. “My turn now” he pushed me onto the bed and yanked down my knickers he pushed two fingers into me without a warning I let out a loud moan as he slipped another in going faster and faster, my hands were tugging on his hair. he then started to use his tongue to work wonders around my clit, I was about to hit my climax when he stopped. “What!?” I asked a bit annoyed and confused, he ignored. He ripped the foil packet open and slid it on, he lined himself up with my entrance and slowly pushed in. My face scrunched as I adjusted to his length, once he was fully in he looked at me and I nodded he started thrusting in and out hitting my G spot each time. We were filling the room with our moans “let go” Brendon said between moans, I released onto him and that caused him to release. He sloppily thrusted in a few more times to ride out our highs we were both sweaty messes. He slid out of me, tied the condom up and tossed it into the bin as we laid down there was a knock at the door, we pulled the covers up to our chin “come in” we said simultaneously, it was Pete “so I guess you two sorted things out” he chuckled as we blushed “yeah, is it alright if we stay the night?” asked Brendon “ you practically live here anyway” said Pete as he left the room. I cuddled up to Brendon as we both fell asleep. I woke up in Brendon’s arms and replayed the events of the night before, I kept thinking about what he said, how he like me back, I wondered if this was gonna go anywhere or if I was just a quick fuck, I looked up to the beautiful man as he stirred awake “hey” I smiled “what time is it?” Said Brendon “around 11:30, why?” I replied “shit I’m late for work he cursed as he sprung out of bed to redress himself. “WAIT, Brendon before you leave we need to talk” I said sternly “can’t this wait until after work Danni?” He said sounding annoyed “no because if not now I’ll be sat here all day thinking about it” he sat down on the bed next to me, “did you mean what you said last night about you liking me?” I questioned “Of Course I did, are you worried that I just said that to get into your pants?” I nodded “Danni Walters will you do me the honour and go on a date with me tonight at 7:30pm?” I giggled like a child and started to blush, “Brendon Urie of course I’d love to go on a date with you” and with that he left for work.

[marvelatbarnes]

Go for a Round? Part 3

Alright :) final part :)  I’m working on a Juice/OC story but have no idea when that will be determined by me that others can read it.  Thank you guys so much for reading this and giving me feedback :D

You had been living with Juice for a couple weeks now.  Happy had been taking you out on his bike every night he was in town.  You had one cheesy date that consisted of a packed picnic and a blanket but after you both laughed at how much that wasn’t the type of people you were, he started taking you to bars.  He even figured out when a big UFC fight was happening and took you to the only bar in a 50-mile radius that was showing it.  The guys were excited you moved to Charming, leading Happy to come around more often than usual.  When you weren’t out with Happy, you were helping Juice clean the house. “I forgot about your constant need for everything to be clean, honestly.”  You gulp down the cold beer Juice puts in your hand.   “Sorry.  You just start throwing your shit everywhere and I can, god—” “Dude.  I got it, don’t worry.”  You pat Juice’s stomach from his upside down position on the couch. “How’s everything going with you and Hap?”  Juice lifts his head so he can see you roll your eyes. “How’s everything going between you and Chibs?”  You stick your tongue out as Juice lets out a sarcastic laugh. “What about me and Juicy Boy, love?”  You hear the Scottish man and you hop off the couch, running over to hug him. “She’s convinced we’re in love.”  Juice yells from his spot on the couch. “She’s right.  How could I resist a man child who can’t stop cleaning?”  Chibs soaks his words in sarcasm as you laugh. “What’s up?”  You walk over to the fridge and hand Chibs a beer. “There’s a fight tonight.  Your new to town so no one will expect you to win.  We could get a shit ton of money from this.”  Chibs says.  Juice rolls off the couch and hops up next to you. “Girl fight?  I’m in.” “Hap comes to town tonight.”  You say. “Because he wouldn’t want to watch a girl fight with his girlfriend involved.”  Juice rolls his eyes. “That word is so weird.”  You shudder and scrunch your nose. “Love, are you in?” Chibs interrupts you two. “What, is she easy?”  You toss your beer into the trash, knowing that if you left it out it would drive Juice nuts. “I’ve never seen fighting like yours around here.  She’s a local so I doubt she’s fought against it before.”  Chibs says. “I wasn’t worried about that.  Just wanted to know how long it was going to last until I can go out with Hap.” “That’s the spirit, Love.”  Chibs throws his arm around your shoulder and hugs you tight.

The guy dropped his hand in the center and the girl ran out from her corner aiming to your face which you dodge.  You land a right hook to her jaw and follow it quickly with a kick to her side.  She jumps back a little and comes back at you with a knee aimed at your chest.  You grip her leg but she pulls you down, rolling you over your head as you use your momentum to flip her over on her back.  You grip her left arm and hold onto it as she tries to stand up but you sit on her back, forcing her back down. You reach behind and grip your leg, trapping her arm in the middle, and push your hips out, stretching her arm in an unnatural bend.  She screams when you feel a pop and the ref calls it.  You jump up and Chibs and Tig jump into the ring, Tig picking you up and hugging you.   “Holy shit, girl!” “Where’s Hap?”  You ask as soon as Tig puts you down.  He points just outside of the ring to see Happy smiling at you with a tooth pick in his mouth, twirling it to the other side because he knows how much that affects you.  You slide out of the ring and leave Chibs to collect the money.  Happy catches you, letting you rest on the tops of his boots, Juice flinging your tennis shoes at the two of you. “Nice job, little girl.”  Happy’s arm wraps around your waist, still sweaty from your nerves before the fight. “I’m a little bit of a bad ass, if you didn’t know.”  You kiss him on the lips while he grips your small love handles, pulling you closer. “You two are disgusting.  Honestly, who would think the person to keep tally on how many people he’s killed would be in the gag worthy couple?”  Juice says while hoping into the ring, leaving you two to celebrate. “What?”  Your eyebrows scrunch together and then you pull up the left side of his shirt, showing all of the smiley faces.  A new one is red around the edges on the edge of the rest.  He keeps eyes on your face. “Yeah, that’s what they’re for.”  Happy says.  You stare at them longer. “Are they bad people?” “For all intents and purposes.”  Happy mumbles.  Your eyes wander his face as you let go of the t-shirt.  Your hand sneaks under his shirt and covers the happy faces. “Ok.” “Ok?”  His eyebrows scrunch together. “Ok.  As in ok I won’t ask anymore and ok I can deal with it.”  You trail your hand over his hips and rest them on the dimples on his lower back. “Will you be my old lady?” “Did you really just ask me that when I’m sweaty and in a fight ring?”  You laugh and step off of his feet, sliding yourself into your own shoes. “Yes.” Happy answered.  You snort and take his sweatshirt from him, sliding it on over your sports bra and nike pro shorts.  You start to walk out of the area as you realize Happy isn’t following you. “Hap?”  You tilt your head and he frowns at you, more than usual.  “Come on, man, I’m hungry.” “That was a serious question, (Y/N).”  Happy says. “Oh, shit.  Sorry.  Of course I’ll be your old lady.  Now, I’m starved.  I would like to go grab some food and go home to watch a movie, sound good?”  You smile and hold your hand out, fingers stretched open.  He looks at it and picks up his pace, sliding his hand into yours. “Sounds great, little girl.”

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[angrylizardjacket]

You know what it's time for?? 2019 Oscars and Giselle!!

Giselle is dressed to the nines in a stunning white dress, off the shoulder, fitted with a slit up to her thigh and red detailing to lowkey match roger but not enough to ‘look like Missus Fucking Claus’.

side note, Ryan Destiny plays giselle in her biopic All That Glitters, and in this universe, there is definitely a music cinematic universe, both taron as elton, and rami as freddie appear in ATG (and so does ben, obviously). giselle takes a photo of taron, rami, and ryan all together and posts it with the caption ‘legendary’ and it’s everywhere online in less than two hours

(at the after party, someone posts two photos on instagram; the first of rami and ryan grinning and hugging and both holding their oscars, and the second of giselle and freddie at a party in the early to mid 70s, a rare photo of a young giselle absolutely beaming, their arms around each other as they both smile at the camera, and giselle cries for a full half an hour)

Side, side note: Ben definitely had a crush on giselle as a teenager as he was listening to a lot of her and queen.

Giselle hears about Ben's comment about 70s Roger and almost Yells

"God I can't believe he was perfect for the roll"

giselle’s daughters don’t come along, but her granddaughter, Maggie, is invited as she plays Teenage Giselle in the film.

um I LOVE LITTLE MAGGIE LOSING HER FUCKING MIND AND MEETING CELEBRITIES AND HAVING TO BE CHILL ABOUT IT

Like, the idea that maggie, who literally grew up with celebrities breezing in and out of her grandparents home for all of her life, still gets excited about meeting celebrities.

She takes a video on the red carpet of tom holland, he’s standing a few feet away and you can hear what sounds like ryan giving an interview somewhere nearby, and maggie just zooms in on him: (a whisper) it’s him. The spider boy.

The video ends because tom actually turns, spots her, and gives a little wave and Maggie makes a surprised noise before the video cuts out.

She's also got the biggest heart eyes for letitia wright, and there's a series of photos someone's taken of Maggie giving her the most starry eyed gaze, followed by Maggie nervously asking to take a photo with her, and then a photo of the two of them posing together and Maggie looks like she's barely containing her excitement.

Giselle, Ryan, and Maggie have one of the slow motion videos taken; the three of them lounging casually on each other, Ryan is flipping her hair, Giselle is looking at her nails, and Maggie is yawning, all three of them look absolutely gorgeous; mean and sharp and perfect.

Maggie wears a high-necked, black, sleeveless velvet dress that hits just below her knees and has constellations made from diamonds from the hip down.

i have a big ATG post that i didn’t finish for the golden globes, that i’ll try and get around to later, but in it i talk about how Giselle comes out of musical retirement to write a song for the movie, and she performs it at the oscars. to steal from that post for a moment;

Giselle comes out of musical retirement and writes a new song for the film; that’s the final song before the credits, it’s called ‘That Big Wide Unknown’ it’s about how she will dig her heels in to keep the family and the happiness that she has, and how they’ve grown and strengthened for the hardships they’ve endured, though the chorus comes back to marigold’s death, and includes the lines;

i always believed my girl is up there somewhere / but i can’t see my past for the streetlights / i hope she sees / oh god, she sees i’m sorry / i hope to god she knows we tried

it wins Best Original Song, Film, and Lead Actress (ben is nominated for best actor in a supporting role, but doesn’t win; also nominated for sound design)

The director of ATG pulls Giselle onstage with the rest of the cast and crew when they win best picture, and at the end of the director’s speech she hands over ‘did you want to say anything?’

"this, like everything I do, is for my girls, my daughters, my granddaughter, girls like me who want to see themselves on tv, and in movies, and winning best [bleep] picture, to girls like Ryan who know they can win best [bleep] actor! This win is for our future!"

Roger definitely teared up big time.

Giselle took (and framed, afterwards) a photo of Maggie, who has jumped into Castor's (Brian's son, Maggie's dad, we'll get into that in the future) arms, and he's got tears of pride in his eyes, her legs wrapped around him where she's burried her face in his neck and he's pressing a kiss to her temple, and Lilith is hugging her from behind, sandwiching Maggie between them, and they both parents are absolutely beaming with pride. Lilith posts it on all her social media with the caption 'couldnt be prouder of my legacy'

Okay!! at the after party, first of all; Lilith and Castor are invited, but she lets Maggie roam as long as she's with one of the ATG of BoRhap folks they trust.

Roger gives maggie a single glass of champagne “don’t tell your grandma”

of course giselle manages to spot it after maggie’s only had a single sip, and she takes the drink off her immedately, “roger, she’s sixteen! be responsible!” is what she tells him before she proceeds to drink half of it and give it back, “don’t tell your mother” is what she tells maggie

Castor gives her a glass of wine "you're allowed to celebrate a little, but don't tell your grandparents, okay?"

Patience (Brian's wife, again, future stuff) gives her a gin and tonic

Brian gives her half a beer

Lilith isn't surprised but is disappointed (Giselle is kind of proud; what a mom mood) "you five got a sixteen year old drunk!!"

But also Maggie gets super melancholy whilst drunk about all the BoRhap/ATG stuff ending since it's the end of the awards season, and at the end of the night when Giselle goes to find her to take her home, she finds Ben and Rami chatting on like a little set of couches to the side and Maggie's managed to fall asleep on Ben, all tucked up against his side, and Giselle thinks it's the cutest thing in the world and takes a photo but Maggie is Mortified the next day because she definitely still has a crush on him

She actually had a lot of conversations with a lot of her celebrity crushes while tipsy and she's both pleased and embarrassed.

Maggie, stage whispering where she's leaning against Ben on the couch: I have a crush on Ryan, don't tell grandma because it's weird

Ben, petting her face softly as she yawns: I won't

Ben, internally: Who Got This Child Drunk

Giselle spends a lot of the night with the cast, she's got such love for Rami and both of them are tispy and clutching oscars, and Giselle takes his face in her hands and tells him with the utmost seriousness "I love you for who you are, and you did such an incredible job embodying one of my closest friends. You're family, Rami, you're family to me."

Rami cries and hugs her.

Giselle doesn’t get too drunk at the after party, but early on into the after party she takes Roger into the bathroom; it’s tradition at this point. @ginghampearlsnsweettea​ and I were discussing this and she had the most valid take i’ve ever read;

Gizelle and Roger have a reputation for getting it on at award shows and the 91st Oscars is no exception. Kids, grandkids, friends, and various other celebs be damned.

Someone: Don’t you think you’re getting a bit old for this?

Them: Never

Lbr that someone is probably Brian

Rami asks Brian where Gizelle and Rog are because he wants to take a picture with them.

“I have no idea and please don’t go looking for them.”