i am the gemma

me: [blows kisses to all the queer kids at hogwarts]

Warning.

Don’t worry was so good!! I was wondering how you think harry would go about telling his missus there were no songs about her on his album? Like before he plays it for her for the first time? How do you think that would go down

Hii, thank you so much for your request. This is different than ‘Don’t worry’ and I hope you’ll like it.

They’ve only been together for three months. Probably the best three months in Harry’s life. He knew she was special from the very first time they met, she swept him off his feet with her bright smile and sparkling eyes.
But then he had to leave. Three months in Jamaica. He was looking forward to it since months by then but that changed quickly when he realized he had to leave the girl of his dreams behind.
The worst part of it all was that he didn’t know what would happen. They only knew each other for two months before he left and weren’t even close to starting a relationship with each other. They went out on dates and they kissed but that was it. Harry was scared that she wouldn’t be willing to wait for him until he was back.
But she did. And once he stepped foot on British ground again she was in his arms, telling him she missed him. Later that night Harry told her all about his feelings for her, how much he liked her and how for the past few months he couldn’t stop thinking about her. And with a whimpered ‘yes’ and a few kisses to his lips she agreed to be his girlfriend. That’s how the happiest time of his life started.

But now he was scared it would come to an end. He was scared that the thing he probably worked the hardest on in his whole life would destroy their happiness.
The problem was his album and the ten songs he wrote. He didn’t realize it until he let his Mum and his sister listen to it the day before. They were flashed by his work, loving every song and praising him for what he created but then…

“Umm… Harry?” his Mum asked after a while.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still with Y/N, right?”
“Of course I am. Why?”
His Mum and Gemma exchanged a look Harry couldn’t quite understand.
“You talk a lot about other girls in your songs. Maybe you should let her know before she listens to it when it comes out and feels dumbfounded.” his sister let him know.


And now he was standing in front oh her apartment, a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he prayed to god she liked. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door, the pitter patter of her feet reaching his ears seconds afterwards. She opened the door with the smile on her face that made Harry’s heart flutter every time. She ushered him inside, enveloping his body in a tight hug and kissing his lips several times like she always does.
“Brought you flowers.” he told her with a soft smile.
Her eyes caught sight of the pretty flowers he held out to her which she didn’t see until just now. She raised her eyebrows then, the corner of her mouth lifting mockingly.
“Did you do something?”
“W-What? N-No.” he stammered, his eyes growing wide.
“Then why did you bring me flowers?” she chuckled.
“Wanted to give you a treat. You’re my girlfriend, innit?”
Harry hoped she didn’t catch the stress he put on ‘my girlfriend’ but she did. That’s actually something he liked so much about her, that she caught onto the smallest things.
“Y-Yeah.” she nodded a bit surprised at his explanation.
“That’s very nice of you, Harry. Thank you.” she smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

Once the flowers were placed in the middle of her kitchen table in the prettiest vase she could find Harry started to squirm around. His visit was a surprise to her even though he’s done that a couple of times since they’ve been together. It was clear that he wanted something or else they would already be on her couch, making out or maybe in her bed, cuddling.
“Harry, what’s going on?” she asked him softly as she sat down across from him, moving the flowers to the side so she could see his face.
“We have to talk.”
Her heart dropped at his words. He wanted to talk? What was it that her friend once said? A relationship starts with 'can we talk’ and ends with 'we have to talk’?
“A-About what?”
Harry closed his eyes briefly and reached out across the table for her hands.
“You remember when I’ve been to Jamaica?”
“Yeah. That’s only been three months ago, Harry.” she replied confused.
“Yes. And I used my time there to write songs and work on my solo stuff. And we… We weren’t together back then, right?”
“No, we weren’t.”
What followed was a long pause which Harry spent with playing with her fingers and sighing every few seconds.
“I swear to god Harry, if you slept with someone-”
“No! Oh my god, no. Of course not. I would never-. Darling, I’ve already been yours back then even though we weren’t official.”
“Then what are you trying to tell me?”
She was starting to get impatient with him, he knew it. And he also knew how much she disliked it when somebody couldn’t just talk.
“I actually didn’t realize it until yesterday when Mum and Gemma listened to my album for the first time but they told me to go and talk to you about it. To warn you, I guess.”
“About what?”
“The songs I wrote… They’re pretty personal.”
“Harry, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on right now I’m gonna strangle you.”
He almost laughed at her words, she would never lay a hand on him. She could never hurt him. But this wasn’t amusing. It was very much serious.
“I wrote songs about a few relationship from my past. And it’s just… When you listen to the songs it might seem like I really loved these girls or that I still do but I want you to know that that’s not true. I cared about them and I still do to an extent but not the way I do about you. You… You became so important to me over the last few months and I… The feelings I have for you are so strong and they get stronger with each second.”
“Harry-”
“I’m not finished. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want you to be upset when you listen to my songs. Writing about my experiences… I think that’s exactly the closure I needed to get over all of that stuff for good.”
“Harry, that’s absolutely okay for me. I know that artists write about their experiences and I’d be stupid to think you’d write about anything else. Really, I’m completely fine.” she reassured him with a gentle squeeze to his hand.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes finally finding hers when he saw that her words were mirrored in them he felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I just worried you’d be upset.”
“I’m not. S'nice that you warned me though.” she grinned.
Harry’s heart fluttered at her smile and he couldn’t help but lift her hand to his mouth and press countless soft kisses against her knuckles.
“Umm… You might wonder if I wrote something about you. And I have, there are countless scribbles in my notebook about that one girl that took my breath away and stole my heart the second I laid my eyes on her and hasn’t returned it ever since but… I wanted to keep them to myself for the time being. We weren’t together back then and I was scared you wouldn’t wait for me and then I would have made a complete fool of myself or maybe I would have scared you away and I didn’t want that.”
A soft giggle left her lips and she shook her head head at him. She raised from her chair and walked the few steps towards him, sitting down on his lap once she reached him. Her hands touched his cheeks, her thumbs stroking over the soft skin of his cheeks.
“You are literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve told you but ever since we’re together I’ve been so happy. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s probably way to early to say that I love you but I do.”
He looked at her with pure adoration and admiration before he whined softly and dropped his head to her shoulder.
“Take it back.”
“What?” she asked him with a quiet chuckle.
“'I love you’. Take it back.”
“Why?” she asked, this time with wordy lacing her voice.
Harry lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with a pout on his lips.
“I wanted to be the first to say it.”
She stared at him for a moment before soft giggles bubbled up in her throat.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” he whined again.
“What am I supposed to tell our children when they ask how I told that I love you for the first time?”
“You’ll just make up a story. You cooked a delicious meal for me and then we took a bath together and just before I fell asleep in your arms in front of the fireplace you whispered those three little words.” she laughed.
“No. I won’t lie to our children. We’ll be a honest family, no lies.”
“You know what? I’ll officially take it back then.”
A silly grin spread over Harry’s lips then, his arms wrapping around Y/N’s body and pulling her tightly to his chest.
“Darling?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” he whispered.
“What, you do?” Y/N asked with playful shock.
“Yes, I do.” he rolled his eyes.
“I love you too.”

9

Mood Board Challenge: Gemma Winters

Anddddddd here’s Gemma’s! I was going to say it’ll be the last one, but eh you never quite know with me. It’s the last one I had specific ideas for anyway. Hope you all have enjoyed them ^.^;

Mapp & Lucia

aka all of my spinster fashion choices in one show!

What’s this? Jodhpurs, suspenders, knee high boots?

Red lips, slicked-back hair, swagger, be still my beating heart.

Oh COME ON THAT FRINGED SCARF

I JUST. That pin! That perfect collar! That waistcoat! That face!

And what’s this? Fat, jovial spinster sisters wearing tons of checks and knitwear? SIGN ME UP.

I want every item of clothing in this picture on my body.

Brocades. Beads. Curls. Conniving smile.

Omg, power shoulders, take me now.

ALL THE GIANT TROUSERS PLEASE

Huge, billowy caftans? Yes, why not?

Pleats! And figs! And reclining with a book in the garden!

And finally, literally everything in this picture except in this case they have loving sex in the garden and then shack up together.

In conclusion, it is a DREADFUL TRAVESTY that we do not have 7 seasons and movie of British village scheming spinsters upon which to feast our eyes.

Goodbyes 😭

I just want to say how sorry I am I couldn’t make this blog work in my new life with Gemma. I have loved Tumblr and all of you. I appreciate the support and well wishes. I appreciate all your love for books. I just don’t have the time to dedicate anymore. But even though, I am saying goodbye, please know to all those who I formed a relationship with that you can always reach me at adventuresoflitgirl@gmail.com. Tumblr deleted all my messages so that’s a better place to try anyway. Thanks again for making my time here a blast!

Much love,

Lauren

i actually find it really funny that people think tim would be a nerd in a no superheroes high school au. like,,, this kid is a Disaster. he would sleep through most of his classes and honestly? he has huge problems with authority and teachers would hate him. i guarantee that he would constantly be asked “why can’t you be more like your brother?”

Lost Angel (Bonus Part)

A/N: I decided to write a little bonus part! I hope you like this one too! Pictures are not mine!



-8 months later-

“Easy there, bug.” I say as I feel that little kick inside me, gliding my hand over my pregnant belly. “Give your mum a little break.” While laughing, I caress the area where I feel the kick, drawing circles on my skin. “You’re very active today aren’t you, my little football player?”

I smile at the thought that in one month I will be able to hold my two babies in my arms. I am patiently waiting for the day where I can finally meet them. They are the only reason why I still continue living. After Marcel’s passing I have felt like dying myself. I have barely eaten or drunk anything. I haven’t even spoken to anyone for many weeks. I was just buried between my sheets, sobbing and crying the entire time. My parents have been very desperate, they couldn’t see me suffering. They tried to comfort me as much as they could, however I didn’t find any of their gestures comfortable. It killed me more, because it confirmed that Marcel was really gone.

However right after his death, I found out that I was pregnant. I had no idea how to feel at the beginning. A wave of emotions overwhelmed me. I was practically shocked. First, I cried tears of sorrow and desperation because I had absolutely no clue how I would raise my children without Marcel. I would have needed his help and his support.

But after a while my tears of sorrow turned into tears of joy and happiness. I thought I lost Marcel forever but I was granted with not only one, no, with two babies. His babies. They are a part of him and knowing that he left a piece of himself back makes me feel less lonely. I found my comfort.

When I have felt like falling off cliff, my babies have saved me. They came at the right time.  I miss their daddy every day. There is not a day that I don’t think about Marcel. I am still grieving but the unimaginable pain that I’ve felt at the beginning is more bearable now. I have to remind myself each day to stay strong for the sake of my children. I love them so much.

Time has passed by so quickly, I still can’t realize that I’m living 8 months without my boyfriend. Eight months ago, I felt his arms around me for the last time. Eight months ago, I have kissed his soft lips for the last time. Eight months ago, he declared his love for me for the last time. I miss him so much, words cannot describe this feeling.

The fact that neither Marcel would meet his children nor our babies would meet their father breaks my heart. I know Marcel loved children whole-heartedly. He always wanted to have children and now his babies are on their way but he’s not there anymore. Physically at least.

It may sound crazy but I still feel his presence around me. Sometimes, his scent would hit my nostrils. And when I sleep at night, it feels like he’s lying next to me, engulfing me with his arms, stroking over my belly. I know he will always be there for us, protecting us and watching after us. I just wish that he was here. I wish there would be a way to rewind time.

I sigh, adjusting my position that I’m sitting in. Being pregnant is definitely not easy. Then, I hear someone unlocking the door to my apartment and as I turn around, I see Gemma with two cups of Ice cream in her hands. Gemma is Marcel’s big sister and one of my best friends. She has decided to take care of me during my pregnancy and I’m grateful for her help. She lives with me.

She and her family had a rough time as well. Still have. Her mother Anne still can’t process Marcel’s loss properly. There are days where she feels okay but the next day she starts crying again. Poor woman.

But there is still a glimmer of hope for Anne. Her grandchildren. When I told her family and mine about my pregnancy, Anne had burst into tears, thanking god for giving her grandchildren over and over again. She has something to hold on to now.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Gemma calls, putting her jacket and shoes off, then joining me on the couch.

“It’s okay.” I respond taking the cup that she hands me over. I take a spoonful of the delicious Ice cream and shove it into my mouth. It tastes heavenly. We are having a conversation about different things and laugh a lot. She is very good at distracting people.

“Have you chosen any names for the babies yet?” Gemma inquires. I have been looking for names recently and I found two names that I really like.

“Yeah, I found two cute names. Darcy and Edward.” Darcy and Edward, sounds good in my ears and they match perfectly.

“Holy shit!” Gemma calls suddenly. “Darcy and Edward? Are you kidding me?”

“What?” I am wondering why she reacts this way. Gemma takes a spoon of her Ice cream before she speaks.

“I don’t know if Marcel has ever told you these but these names were his favorite and he wanted to call his children like this.”

My eyes widen and my mouth hangs slightly open. What a coincidence that I’ve chosen two names that Marcel liked!

“Wow, I had no idea.” I just whisper, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Yeah,” Gemma responded, “That’s surprising. I think Marcel just gave you kind of sign.”

It can be possible. Never thought about it in that way. I run my hand along my belly and the kicking starts again.

“Baby, please stop!” I whine. “You’re really hurting me.”

After talking with Gemma for hours, I am very tired and all I want is to go to sleep. I’m very exhausted and the kicking of my unborn children has drained my whole energy. I wish Gemma a good night before I go to my bedroom, changing my clothes and slipping into my pajamas. I lie down in my bed, covering myself with the silky and soft sheets. My eyes are nearly falling shut from the exhaustion, but I still manage to glance at the photo of me and Marcel on my nightstand.

We look so happy and so in love in that picture. I always make sure to look at it before I fall asleep because it reminds me of the good old days and I also feel connected and close to Marcel. It became a kind of ritual.

“Good night, my love.” I mumble, closing my eyes fully. “I love you.”  Before I drift to sleep, I hear a whisper very close to my ear. I’m not very sure if I’m imagining this or not.

It says “I love you too, sweetheart.” And I feel his warmth engulfing my whole body.

You Shook Me All Night Long

Originally posted by lukes-diner

Originally posted by dopest-dope

Request: Imagine your Gemmas niece and your back in Charming. Chibs smut


The car pulled over to the side of the road and you angled the rear-view mirror to look at yourself.
You rummaged through your handbag and pulled out your lipstick, and drew it across your lips.
You grabbed your eye liner next and redrew your wings and after re applying your mascara you looked over your work.
With a wink and a pout to your reflection, you shifted the mirror back into position and lifted the handbrake, driving smoothly back into the traffic and past the ‘Welcome To Charming’ sign.
It had been years since you’d left.
You had been naive and innocent then, just a young girl searching for herself.
But now, you were back.
The last few years had been kind to you, and your body had developed into that of a full blown woman.
Curves in all the right places, soft skin and long legs. Your hair fell graciously down your back and anywhere you went all eyes were on you.
Confidence radiated from you and you bathed in it. You loved the way heads turned when you walked into a room and the way other girls envied you.
Sure, some of them were bitchy, but you had been raised by your Aunt Gemma til you were fifteen, and she had taught you to be the biggest bitch of all and not take anyones shit.
You were similar to your Aunt in many ways.
Neither of you gave a shit what anyone else thought, and nothing could stand in the way of getting what you wanted.
You were fiercely loyal and you would do anything to protect the ones you loved.
When you left she was still the Queen of SAMCRO, but you had heard that things had changed.
A smirk spread across your face as you wondered who the poor bitch was that took Gemma’s place. No matter where your Aunts old man sat, everyone knew that as long as Jax was in SAMCRO, Gemma would always be queen.
The familiar streets began to flow past you as you drove, the windows down and the warm air swirling through your car.
You knew the way to TM like the back of your hand and before you knew it you were pulling into the lot, the row of hikes a welcome sight.
No one knew you were coming and you smirked as you saw what you suspected were Prospects eyeing you from the garage.
You didn’t see many familiar faces so you hopped out of your car an headed for the Office.
The sound of your heels echoed across the pavement and you smirked as you felt the eyes on you.
The door to the office was open and you could see Gemma sitting behind the desk, her head buried in the paperwork in front of her.
You leant against the door and knocked lightly.
“I’m busy.” Gemma said, without glancing up.
A smile spread across your lips and you crossed your arms over your chest.
“So you’re still a bitch, huh?” You asked.
Gemma’s head snapped up but once she saw you her mouth dropped.
“(Y/n)??!!” She gasped and stood up, tossing her glasses to the desk.
“Hey Gem.” You grinned at her.
You both moved closer and she embraced you in her arms.
You squeezed her tightly, realising just how much you had missed her.
“What are you doing here?” Gemma asked you, stepping back to look at you.
“I heard there was a bitch trying to take your place.” You said with a smirk and Gemma smirked right back at you.
“I am so glad your back.”


The clubhouse was exactly the same as you remembered.
From the wall of mugshots to the strong smell of liquor and cheap perfume, and the same old rock songs playing through the speakers, just like they had so many years ago.
You smiled as you looked around the room, taking in the familiar sight.
You were home.
“Chucky, get us a drink would you sweetheart?” Gemma called to a man behind the bar and he nodded immediately before grabbing two glasses.
You smiled warmly to the strange man and he stuck his ‘hand’ out.
You shook it gently and he grinned at you before passing you and Gemma your drinks and she smirked at him.
“Thank you, Chucky.” She cooed and he blushed slightly before moving away.
“So where is everyone?” You asked as you took a sip, your eyes glancing around the empty room.
“Church.” Gemma explained and you nodded.
After an hour of catching up with your Aunt both of your attention turned to the large doors as you heard them open, and SAMCRO began to file out.
You rested your elbows against the bar behind you and leant back, a smirk on your face as you studied the familiar faces.
Jax was the first to notice you and his face lit up with joy. You hopped of the stool and ran towards him, throwing your body into his open arms.
He swung you round, squeezing you tightly and you threw your head back and laughed loudly, letting your hair fall down your back.
He placed you back on the ground and you both grinned at each other goofily.
“Long time no see, Teller.” You smirked and nudged him playfully.
A large hand ruffled your hair and you turned only to be wrapped up in a bear hug by Ope.
You had always been close with the two, being only two years younger and you had spent a lot of your childhood with them.
You grinned and hugged him back.
“What took you so long?!” Opie beamed and you grinned back at him.
Slowly the familiar faces began to swarm towards you and you embraced each of them dearly.
Bobby, Tig, and Uncle Clay.
Chibs stood near the back and you smirked at his wide eyes before moving forward and throwing your arms around his neck.
“Hey Chibby.” You purred in his ear.
His arms held you awkwardly and you fought back a laugh, knowing it was your appearance that was having this affect on him.
When you had left Charming you were a young girl, with too much attitude for her own good. But these guys hadn’t seen you in years, and all their jaws were practically hitting the floor as they looked over your now developed figure.
He fought to keep his eyes away from your curves and your cleavage and he smiled at you warmly.
They introduced you to the others you didn’t know yet, Juice, Happy, and Kozik.
Each of them looked you up and down, smirks on their faces as they took you in, but you were used to it.
“So how long are you here for?” Jax asked you as he threw an arm over your shoulder and you all walked towards the bar.
You shrugged.
“Til I get sick of seeing your ugly face.” You smirked up at him and he shoved you playfully, both of you laughing.
Soon the drinks started flowing, the music played louder, and the air began to merge with the smoke from ciggarettes and joints.
Laughter filled the room and you say with your SAMCRO family, catching up and laughing together about all the things you’d missed.


The sun began to set outside, but you were oblivious. You sat around the clubhouse, all of you well on your way to being drunk as you all belted out the words to ‘You shook me all night long’.
You had always been the life of the party, and your friends had always said you were like a chameleon, able to fit in with any crowd no matter your differences.
People seemed to relax around you, and tonight you had had everyone in fits of laughter, and for the first time in a long time the boys had forgotten there problems.
No one noticed the door to the clubhouse open, and no one notice Tara walk in, her hands on her hips as she looked at the chaos.
You were on the table, the boys around you, all of you screaming the lyrics to each other, grins on your faces.
Chibs’ eyes were locked on you as you swayed your hips and moved to the music.
However you had a habit of getting a bit too excited when you heard ACDC and after swinging your head around the table, your hair flowing, you slipped and your cousin Jax caught you, all of you erupting in laughter.
Tara stormed across the room, a scowl on her face as Jax lowered you to the ground.
You didn’t see her coming, your back was too her and she stormed up to you.
From across the room Gemma watched, a smirk on her face.
Tara pushed your shoulder roughly, making your body turn to face her.
you looked her up and down, a wicked smirk on your face as you looked her over.
She had never met you, and she stepped closer to you, her fists clenched by her sides.
“Stay the fuck away from my man.” She spat.
You raised your eye brows, and scoffed.
“Excuse me?”
“Jax is mine, bitch.” She said coldly and she shoved you once more.
That was the final straw.
Fire filled your bones and your fist collided with her jaw.
Her head snapped to the side and she clutched her face in shock before it turned into a scowl.
She swung her fist, but you were faster.
This time, you got her right in the nose, and a cracking noise confirmed a break.
Tara fell to the ground and you leapt on top of her.
Fists were flying and you could feel arms trying to lift you off her.
But you resisted, despite Tara having her hands wrapped around your hair.
With one final blow to her jaw you stopped resisting, letting the strong arms lift you.
Before they could carry you away you stared down at her as she looked up at you in shock, blood pouring from her nose.
“Your standards have dropped, Jackson.” You said loudly before squatting in front of her.
“But luckily for you, bitch, I’m not really into fucking my cousin.”


The strong arms held you firmly and you were marched across the clubhouse.
When you turned around you saw it was Chibs leading you and you didn’t mind so much.
He led you in silence to the hallway and you walked with your head held high.
Tara had managed to get a couple of good hits on you but nothing too major. You might have a couple of bruised and scratches in the morning but you’d been in worse fights before, and you knew you’d look better than her.
Chibs opened the door and you followed him in, your eyes scanning the room you realised was his dorm.
“Ye alright lass?” He asked you softly.
You walked to the bed and flashed him a grin over your shoulder.
“Couldn’t be better.” You winked and he chuckled lightly.
“Where’d ye learn to fight like that?” He asked you as he moved across the room and both of you sat on the bed.
You looked at him and raised you eye brows.
“You do remember who raised me, right?” You asked playfully and you both laughed.
Chibs reached into the bedside tables drawer and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
His strong hands unscrewed the bottle and he took a long swig before passing the bottle to you.
It was smooth down your throat and you passed it back to him.
Your fingers touched his as you passed the bottle and you felt a spark of electricity run through you, and warmth began to grow inside you.
Chibs placed the bottle on the table and you both sat in silence.
Neither of you could deny the sexual chemistry burning in the air. It was just a matter of who would make the first move.
Of course, it was you.
Slowly, you stood and stepped in front of Chibs.
His eyes met yours and you smiled at him, your hands reaching out and running along his shoulders.
You lifted your knees onto the bed and sat in his lap, straddling him.
His hands touched your thighs and you bit your lip as you looked into his deep eyes.
You both moved your heads together, teasing each other, his hands caressing your thighs and your hands running through his hair.
His breath was in your lips and you licked your own lips before moving your head forward.
His lips were soft on yours, cautious, almost, but the feel of him lit a hunger inside you.
You pressed your lips against his once more and ran your tongue across his lip.
His hands moved to your waist and he gripped you firmly as his mouth moved with yours.
Your hips rolled against him and you moaned softly at the friction, you could feel how hard he was already through your clothes.
His hands explored your body, searching desperately across your skin and he lifted your shirt, tossing it behind you.
His lips moved down your neck and he sucked roughly at your skin, making you tug gently at his hair.
Your hips continued to grind against him and you clutched desperately at him as his lips explored your neck and the curve of your breasts.
His hands moved up your back and he unclipped your bra expertly before letting it drop to the floor.
You pushed him back on the bed and lay on top of him, your hips grinding against his and your lips pressing against him.
His hands were warm on your skin yet they sent shivers through you.
His hands dipped under the waist band of your jeans and he held you to him as you rolled your hips against his, both of you moaning.
You pushed his kutte off his shoulders and impatient hands unbuttoned his shirt.
Chibs rolled you onto your back and you moaned as he pressed his hardness against your core.
His lips moved to your breast and he sucked roughly at your nipple, and you gasped as you felt him bite it gently.
His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs roughly.
His eyes took in every inch of you as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor, his boxers following instantly.
His member stood proudly and you licked your lips as he moved onto the bed and hovered over you.
You reached up and kissed his lips softly.
His hands moved to your panties and he pushed them to the side before lining himself up at your entrance.
You moaned as he rubbed himself against your folds and he pushed forwards slowly.
A gasp escaped your lips as he pushed into you and he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to him.
You both looked into each other’s eyes before kissing deeply.
A list burnt within you and you moved your hips, signalling him to continue.
He took the hint and moved his hips against you, both of you moaning at the sensation.
His thrusts became deeper and his whole length pulled out of you slowly before slamming back in.
Your back arched off the bed and Chibs began to pound into you relentlessly, his hands gripping your legs and his mouth wrapped around the skin in your neck.
You felt every inch of his length enter you and you moaned his name.
His thrusts became faster, harder, more desperate.
“Chibs.” You moaned as he filled you and he growled.
Your nails scratched down his back as he moved inside you.
His hand ran between your bodies and his thumb reached your clit, rubbing soft circles.
“Cum for me little girl.” He growled and you moaned loudly at his words.
His thrusts shook your body and you both moaned as you both reached your release.
His movements slowed and he rested over you as you both caught your breath.
After a moment he lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours softly before rolling off you.
You rolled onto your side and smiled at him through hooded eyes.
“Well, that was fun.”

Little Munson - Chapter 1


A/N - Welcome back to the story of Angel and Bobby Munson! Angel is finally in high school, which means new challenges for both her and Bobby. I tried a different format for this chapter, I’m trying to move the story along so we can get back into things! I have a lot of one shots that are planned to go with this. That’s the reason it’s short and time jumpy.  =D

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Out walks none other than Lena Rosenthal wearing nothing but a towel

Lena: Baaaaabe join m– OH

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed Gemma was standing before her

Lena: Oh… uh… haha.. hi Gemma.

Gemma was feeling a lot of things; hurt, betrayed, but most of all right now she was angry.

Gemma: You have GOT to be kidding me right now! I can’t believe this!

Ty: Gem….

Gemma: No. Wow I am so stupid. “Science project” I should’ve known.