#stepsiblings au

[rayneisweird]

a lil.. a lil ficlet of Petey + Gary being step siblings.. and jimmy not knowing... oohhhh my kids... i love them//

lmao ye so i saw their bickering and decided they acted like siblings 😛

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Gary sat very comfortably on the dorm couch, a teasing smirk on his face as he leaned into Jimmy's side heavily, arms draped over his shoulder and face Infront of the other boy's; "awww, did you get a kissy kissyyy~?" he bats his eyelashes and tilts his head a little closer to jimmy, ignoring the twisting feeling in his chest, "Who knew you were so much like your mother, Jimmy!"

Jimmy scrunched his nose and threw a rough shove at Gary's chest, "Piss off, Gary." he— gently, mindful of the fresh bruises from the fight Gary got into earlier— pushed Gary's arms away from around his neck as the taller laughed his goofy, nasally laugh and grinned even wider.

Gary threw his arms up in a dramatic show of surrender, palms towards the ceiling and fingers splayed wide; chunky silver rings glinting around his long, bony finger under the buzzing light of the dorm living room. The back up his head hit the arm of the couch with a soft; 'thump'. "Ohh, hit a nerve, did i?" he snickered, hands dropping from the air and landing on his stomach with a dull slapping sound.

Gary threw his legs over Jimmy's lap casually, hands moving absentmindedly to bring the silver heart locket from around his neck between his teeth, his canines clinking against the hard metal— he's far more attached to the stupid thing than he'd ever admit to anyone, considering he got to piss off Jimmy; putting a picture of the shorter into the little heart and leaving it open when he walked around purely to ruin his chances at getting a date.

He's pretty sure people have started taking it as a possessive warning, and he's not entirely sure he could deny that claim without lying.

Petey peeked into the dorm living room with the gross, shared wall phone of the boys dorm to his left ear, a casual smile on his face as he called out; "Gary! it's dad, he wants to talk to you!"

Gary turned his head against the firm arm of the couch, stretching his neck awkwardly to look past the back of the furniture piece to look at Petey, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, "Dad? What, did Ma finally kick the bucket?" he let the locket, now coated in a little bit of his saliva and a new indent in the metal, drop from his lips as he tossed his legs off of Jimmy's lap and move to stand.

"Hm, that'd be the day.." Petey murmured before he could catch himself, watching Gary stretch his arms behind his head and cleared his throat, feeling a bit sheepish for even alluding to wanting his stepmother dead like that.

He hands over the wall phone happily to Gary's outstretched hand, stepping away to give him a bit of privacy and heading towards the couch; "what're we watching, Jimmy?" the couch creaked as he sat down besides jimmy, like it did everyone.

Jimmy looked at him strangely, then glanced over his shoulder at Gary, who was speaking into the phone quietly with a casual smile that seemed genuine enough, then looked back at Petey, "... South park, don't think it's really your thing, tho-" he nodded halfheartedly and threw an arm over the back of the couch as he spoke, glancing at Petey again before focusing on the TV, sliding down against the couch a little and man-spreading a little wider as he watched.

Petey returned the strange look graciously, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, before deciding to let it go; turning his head to watch the TV with a soft, under-breath sigh. He had other things to worry about, like that homework he still hasn't finished, cleaning off the graffiti on his locker and-

"Petey! Dad's visiting this weekend, he's gonna take us and jimmy to the fair!" Gary's voice stabbed through the silence hovering over the couch like a welcome windchime, and bearing good news, too!

Petey grinned wide and twisted around to look over the back of the couch at Gary, his knees digging into the cushions and hands gripping the blanket thrown over the back to cover the tear, "Seriously? like, seriously seriously?" he urged, leaning forward into the couch with boyish excitement.

Gary snrked, a barely contained snicker, and nodded eagerly— despite his teasing noise, he was honestly just as excited and couldn't contain all of that good feeling— "Seriously seriously."

he glanced towards Jimmy, who was staring at the two with visible confusion, and the corner of his mouth twitched oddly; "we're goin' to the fair this weekend, big guy. no gettin' out of it." he pointed a smirk that didn't seem as powerful as usual to the ginger before turning his head away and returning to talking on the phone, slender finger twirling his heart locket absentmindedly. Petey also turned back to the TV, knees now pulled to his chest and a silly grin on his face.

jimmy was even more confused, and maybe going to think about 'Big guy' for the rest of his life.

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teh end cuz i dunno how else to end it 😛

how did i make this about smopkins oh my god dude

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[ailingwriter]

Out-of-nowhere additions to one of my aus! This time the AU where Delia and Johanna are in a relationship.

Due to growing up with an ex-coordinator, Ash has a bit of battle experience before going on his pokémon journey. This leads to his battle style being a bit more flashy than in canon.

Dawn is initially not allowed to go with Ash on his journeys. He says it's because she's too young, but in truth it's because he's worried for her well being. This excuse stops holding up after Hoenn thanks to Max, so she travels with him during the Battle Frontier (much to his dismay).

She also tagged along during part of Orange Islands, but that's because Ash did not know how involved that adventure was going to be.

Dawn ended up bonding with one of Ash's many Tauros and he ends up being her unofficial first Pokémon.

She still gets Piplup from Professor Rowan as her official first Pokémon but the circumstances are a bit different.

Dawn is a little terror growing up, and keeping herd on her is such a big and involved task that during one particular camp season it drags in Gary, Serena, Goh, and Chloe into Ash's attempts to corral her. The five are still in touch by the time Ash and Gary start their journey.

Dawn can and will tease Ash about anything whenever she feels the need. It's her job as his sister after all.

Once Mimey comes to the Ketchum household, Delia and Dawn occasionally hold mock contest battles between Mimey and Tauros, with Johanna and (when he's free) Oak judging.

Dawn thinks May is so cool. Max is dismayed by this because May's his sister, she's not supposed to be cool!

[saveyourscissors]

taste the wreckage (justin morrow x f!reader for ao3userfeistycadavers [stepsiblings au])

the last of my prompts, in which @ao3userfeistycadavers came to me with an idea and some brain worms, and this is what came out of it. this is my first time writing something like this, so i hope this lived up to what you were looking for! (10/10 would write again).

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ this is a STEPBROTHER/STEPSIBLING FIC! everyone is of age. warnings for (other than the obvious) oral fixation, dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, voyeurism, finger sucking.

word count: 1.7k

title comes from "pussy sugar" by kittie. divider by @saradika-graphics

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You arrive home at an ungodly hour, let yourself in through the basement. You’re not expecting your step brother to be asleep on the couch. He’s supposed to be touring across the midwest with his band. Creeping past him, you make your way down the hall to the bedroom that used to be yours, pushing the door closed. You wallow, you mope. You’d been together for almost two years, and somehow thought the relationship was going further than this . You manage to get something that resembles sleep, and when you drag yourself out of the room later on in the day, Justin is still there so you didn’t imagine him.

“You look like shit.” he says and if you didn’t know any better, he almost sounds concerned. Which is valid because you guys have had that kind of relationship where you can be mean to each other, but others can’t be mean to you. It’s been that way ever since your parents got married. “No, seriously, this isn’t your normal look. You look extra shitty. What’s up?”

“Don’t you have a boyband to be touring with? Why are you even home?” it’s not your best insult, even you can admit that.

“I asked you first. Don’t be a dick.”

“If you must know, my boyfriend broke up with me.”

You almost expect him to say something mean, but he just kind of stares at you. You steal his cup of coffee and he doesn’t even notice.

“What did you do?” he asks.

“What?” You glare at him, insulted that he’d think that you’re the reason the douchebag broke up with you. “How is this automatically my fucking fault?”

He snatches his cup back, “No, you idiot, what did you do to him after he broke up with you? You just let him get away with that shit?”

Scoffing, you go in search of your own coffee, not wanting to listen to him. The rest of the house is empty and you trudge up the stairs into the kitchen. He follows you, of course. You can feel his eyes burning into the side of your face as you fill your mug and finally you snap. “What the fuck did you want me to do? Slash his tires? Write a little emo song about him?”

Justin flicks your ear and you hiss, cracking him across the knuckles with the spoon you stirred your coffee with.

“I could kick his ass for you.” he offers and you roll your eyes.

“My hero,” you mutter. “If you leave right now you could probably find him. Don’t be fucking stupid, you’re not gonna go beat him up. I’ll be fine. I just need this weekend to get the fuck over myself.”

“Look, come hang out in my room. We’ll put on some movies, order some food, get high. By the time you go back to school, you won’t even remember him.”

Seeing as how your only other options seem to be hanging out alone in the basement or sitting around to see which one of your parents will arrive home first, you agree. He puts in an order for takeout and you grab a shower because you honestly still feel disgusting after the drive home and sleeping in your clothes. By the time you emerge, the food has already arrived.

Justin puts on a couple of the Saw movies and lets you disassociate. He talks about traps he’d put your ex in, you talk about traps you’d put him in. It’s exactly what you needed. After you eat, he pulls out his weed pen. You think he’ll just pass it over to you after he takes a hit, but he doesn’t. Instead he holds it up to your mouth for you. You blink up at him, not exactly understanding the way he looks from your eyes to your mouth and back again. 

It’s nothing new, you know this. The tension between the two of you, at least over the past few years. You’ve done your best to compartmentalize it, try to keep him in a category marked no. But it’s not as easy as it was when he was just the fifteen year old shithead who moved in with you and your dad. Five years later, he’s still a shithead, but he’s also something else.

Before you know it, it’s well after midnight. You’re stoned and sleepy and you’ve devoured the leftovers. Somehow, Justin’s convinced you to just crash in his bed. You don’t argue as much as you could, slipping beneath the covers next to him. The first thing you notice is the amount of body heat that he puts off, which isn’t actually something new to you. It’s not the first time you’ve fallen asleep together. But when he wraps himself around you, spooning up behind you, it surprises you how easily you relax back into him. 

You shift around, trying to get comfortable, unintentionally pushing back into him. One of his hands clamps down on your hip suddenly, holding you still.

“Don’t.” he hisses, backing away just a little.

“What, I’m just trying to—” you stop short when you realize he might have moved, but he didn’t move far enough, you can still feel him hard against you. “Oh.”

“Just fucking stay still, it’ll go away in a minute.”

You stare at the wall, feel Justin’s breath against the side of your face as he speaks, and you make a choice, because it’s your choice to make. You push back into him, more insistently, rubbing yourself against him. And he obviously makes his own choice too, because he doesn’t try to keep you still again. He grinds into you, heavy body pressing you a little more firmly against the mattress. Neither of you say anything, Scream playing as background noise. Your head is fuzzy, but you want this. Heat pools in your gut, and you squeeze your thighs together.

“Can I do something?” he asks in your ear.

You nod, breathing a little heavier when he moves away from you long enough to pull you onto your back. He doesn’t say anything else, just crawls between your spread thighs. His hands hook beneath the waistband of your shorts and your underwear, pulling them both down at the same time. You kick them away, and it makes you blush the way he’s staring down at you. His eyes meet yours, an oddly vulnerable expression on his face, and you nod, just once.

It’s not anything special at first, you can admit that. His mouth trails up one of your thighs, and you feel the pressure of his lip piercing. You can’t look at him yet, keeping your eyes on the screen just over his shoulder. You know the fact that you don’t feel guilty about this should be alarming to you, but it isn’t. He doesn’t touch you more than this at first, dragging his mouth back and forth, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up to him. You squirm at the feeling, hips rocking up impatiently. 

He laughs a little meanly, pulling back so that you finally have to look down at him. “Are you impatient?”

“Are you going to do something more than leave hickeys on my leg? You said you wanted to do something.”

You expect him not to know what he’s doing, most guys don’t. You think he’s going to drag it out a little longer, but then you feel his fingers dragging between your folds, hooking into you and at the same time his other hand presses down on your hip, keeping you pinned down to the mattress. It takes your body a few moments to warm up to the feeling, his fingers are thicker than your own or your ex’s.

The first drag of Justin’s tongue over your clit has you shoving your head back into the pillow and pressing your hand over your mouth. After that, he’s relentless, like a dog with a bone, and you can’t do anything but let him pin your lower half to the bed and make you take it. You grab onto his hair, unsure if you want to yank him away or yank him closer. The moan he lets out against your cunt is very telling and you grind up against his mouth as much as he’ll let you.

When you come, you have to bite the meat of your palm to keep quiet. You won’t praise him for it, instead using your foot to push at his shoulder until he pulls his fingers out of you. He’s still smug, and when you look down at him, you see him sucking his fingers clean, eyes on your face the whole time. He starts to move up your body and then drops down on the mattress beside you, shoving his hand beneath the waistband of his shorts.

“Can I see?” you ask, and he turns his head to look at you. “Dude, you just ate me out, the least you can do is let me see this.”

Justin shoves his shorts down and you decide not to feed into his ego and tell him he’s got a pretty nice cock. Your eyes bounce from watching him drag his hand up and down his shaft to his face, the way his eyelashes flutter. He’s still watching you. An all too loud groan escapes him and you put your hand over his mouth suddenly. His eyes widen, and you press two of your fingers against his bottom lip, Predictably, he sucks those two fingers into his mouth, his hand moving faster as he slides his tongue between your digits. You don’t touch him any more than this.

He’s whiny, and you press your fingers down on his tongue as if that would make him quieter, but it just makes it worse. He comes all over his fist right as Sidney shoots Billy in the head, the noise drowning him out.

For a minute, neither of you move. You pull your fingers away, wiping them on the front of his shirt, and then you crawl to the end of the bed to find the bottom half of your clothes.

“Where are you going?” he asks, still a little breathless.

“To bed,” you yank on your underwear and shorts, not bothering to look back at him. “Thanks.”

You leave the room and quietly make your way back down to the basement as fast as you can.

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[swordsandspectacles]

Dug this out of my files

My Melody and @the-cooler-sidestep’s Jonah (Should I be saying Entropy and Lazarus? Yes. But-)

Mel, calling her dearest sibling out out for moping like she isn’t a soggy sad kitten of a woman herself

[casperscareschool]

pov you are coolmathgames.com getting hacked into

[domestic-reigen]

Schitt’s Creek Redraw, 2 Truths and a Lie

[mariorsomething]

so ive seen a step siblings au(?) w tome teru and shou going around and i NEEDED to make my contribution immediately. 

[struwberrie]

Mrs.Reigen: when will i have grandchildren!

Teru, Shou and Tome: