#queenmayor23

Y/N, Buck, and Eddie leaned on the kitchen island, watching Christopher play his video game.

"So, how are you two planning on telling him?"

"Yes, Eddie, how are you planning on telling your son?"

"Oh, so he's my son now."

"He's been your son since he was born. I inherited him just a year and some change ago."

"Yeah, this one's on you."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"And have him hate his favorite Uncle Buck? Not a chance. Have you even tested the waters on this conversation yet?"

"I asked him if he liked Y/N once."

"And?"

"And he asked if he could have his sleepover party at your place, and I had to tell him no because I was horny and we were fighting, and I didn't want him and his friends to wake up to us…. doing us. You know how much I love angry sex."

"Was that when you brought Chris to Maddie's, and we did that thing with the rope and the nipple clamp…"

Eddie stood behind Y/N, signaling Buck to stop, but it was too late.

"You what?"

"Bebe. I'm sorry-"

"Edmundo. Diaz."

"Somebody's in trouble."

"Not helping Buck."

"Are you serious? That was supposed to be our thing. The one thing that we didn't share with Buck. We share clothes, food, beds, but not that."

"I was upset, and I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me for the sake of our son?"

"Yes, just because you said "our son," and it sounds so nice when you say it."

"If you like that, you should hear me call my husband's name."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie and Y/N were chest to chest. They would have burned down the building if their sexual tension were a fire.

"You mean we could live with Y/N forever? Awesome!"

Y/N and Eddie look at the sofa to Christopher and Buck looking back at them.

"I helped."

"Dad, when do we move to Papa's house?"

"I thought you liked living here."

"I do, but Papa has a park across the street, and last time, he told me that he would teach me how to play basketball so I could beat a meatball."

"A meatball?"

"You are looking a little beefier than usual."

"Me? You think you two can beat me?"

"You are a man of many talents, but basketball is not one of them."

Y/N pats Eddie on his shoulder, earning a disheartened frown. Chris turns around to resume his game, and Buck enters the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

"Great, now that's over. Now, all you have to do is tell the crew."

"You didn't tell the 118?"

"No, I thought you did."

"Why would I tell them you spend all day with them?"

"Who doesn't know? Hen knows that means Chim knows; therefore, Maddie knows."

"Buck knows."

"Ravi was your best man, so if he doesn't know, he's more of a himbo than me."

"Bobby knows from our anniversary dinner."

"Did you tell Athena?"

"No, she scares me. But she's not stupid she has to know."

"How about this? At the Halloween party, just announce it. You'll have everyone in the same room and only have to do it once."

"That's not a bad idea."

"Look at you, Buck-a-roo."

"I help."

Buck smiles like a puppy dog, receiving a cheek rub from Y/N as his face falls in thought.

"Same room?"

"What? What's wrong now?"

"The holidays. Last year, we were in Cancun with the crew for Thanksgiving, and-"

"You were in the hospital for Christmas."

"So, which family gets what holiday?"

"My family hates Thanksgiving, so we do Christmas in Texas."

"My family will kill me and send a search party for me if I miss a New York Christmas two years in a row."

"You are just adding to the headcannon."

"Here we go again."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Eddie thinks I'm in a mafia family just because I'm a New York Italian."

"Your father's name is Don. You have a weird fascination with gold chains and wearing sunglasses all day, you have a cousin named Vinny, you call people meatball, you said they called you Baby Gambino when you were a kid-"

"Because I was a chubby kid and snuck off to our family's bakery..."

"It's not just a bakery; it's bakeries, meat markets, pizzerias, wine shops, grocery stores, and that's just the stuff you've mentioned."

"... and I don't know how many times I have to tell you my father's name is John, but with his accent, it sounds like Don. You know what, how about you ask him? We do Thanksgiving in Texas and Christmas in New York, and when we're all at the table, you can ask him in front of my whole family."

"Maybe I will."

"If you want to die."

1/? Prequel to “Let the kid play”. Not chronological. Takes place during the rave episode.

Y/N: You need to take a break. You’ve been cooped up in the loft and if you still want to be with me we need a night just for us.

Derek: So what are you thinking?

Y/N: Hear me out. Me. You. Candy and kids.

Derek: What? That’s ridiculous.

Y/N: As the child of the mayor I have to make appearances and that includes the Beacon Hills Trunk-Or-Treat. So we do that for an hour or two, then we take the jeep to the preserve for a dinner date under the stars.

*After giving out candy and eating dinner Y/N and Derek sit in the back of the jeep watching the stars in silence.*

Y/N: I know you’re mad at me.

Derek: I’m not mad just confused. Why didn’t you tell me we had to wear costumes?

Y/N: We both know if you had known you wouldn’t have came.

Derek: Okay then why did you get to wear a flannel and jeans and I had to put on this tight spandex bodysuit?

Y/N: I was a teen wolf. It’s in a movie my dad likes. And this was my one chance to make my dream a reality.

Derek: Why?

Y/N *softly smiling*: Because you Derek Hale have been, are, and always will be my Superman.

*Derek pulls Y/N close and they kiss. Minutes pass by and they come up for air.*

Derek: Come on. It’s getting chilly out here.

Y/N *laying in Derek’s chest, singing*: Look at the stars so far away. We’ve got tonight babe, why don’t we stay?

*Derek kisses Y/N again and he lays both of them down in the back of the jeep, legs dangling over the tailgate.*

Derek: This doesn’t have anything to do with the rave going on in my loft does it?

Y/N: No. The kids needed a night of debauchery and the twins were willing to pay and they promised me they would call if something happened. What they don’t know is that I plan on pulling the plug early.

Derek: Why?

Y/N: Phase one of payback for not listening to me when I said Jennifer was the Darach.

*Derek’s eyebrows raised.*

Y/N: Oh don’t worry. You had sex with her you’re fine.

Y/N leaned back on the brick wall catching his breath, his gray shirt soaked in sweat. This year was a record-breaking heat for Virginia. Sweat dripped from Y/N's face; the last time he was this sweaty, he was running from the cops. This time he was running for the cops.

Y/N started to stand up straight when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into the alley between buildings.

"What are you doing, O'Connor?"

"You looked hot. I figured you could use some shade, some privacy…" Brian rested his hands on Y/N's waist, squeezing the dimples of his v-line.

Y/N smiles. "You get caught, and both of us can get sent home."

"You weren't worried about that a couple weeks ago."

"Let's see if you've been listening to my lectures, trainee. Make a plan, execute the plan…" Y/N grabs Brian's wrist from his waist and turns Brian around, pinning him against the wall. "Expect the plan to go off the rails."

Brian frees himself and spins Y/N into him like a dance now chest to chest. "Throw away the plan." Y/N kisses Brian, biting his bottom lip.

"So you do listen." Y/N stares into Brian's blue eyes, heads against one another.

"I listen better when I'm not "backed up"."

"Oh really?" Y/N chuckles. "Sounds like a you problem. Do like everybody else here and do it yourself."

"I try, but it feels wrong to do it without you."

"Hmm. Might have to fix that then."

So look I was going to do a small version of kinktober but when I looked at the calendar it was the 29th and I had nothing written so I was like let me put something together for All Hallow’s Eve and umm you see that was 2 days ago and it didn’t happen. So as I was writing I was like I know if I do kinkvember it’s going to end up the same way so why don’t I do from now until New Years and call it something. So I now invite you you select an option below to name the series though I am partial to one already and help me out would ya? The first one is going up tonight no matter what I just need to edit and add tags to it. Also send in some characters and or suggestions relating to the holidays/fall or winter season.

Bio: You have been reeling from a very traumatic break up and your sister drags you out of bed to go to a costume party at her college campus with her boyfriend and things get steamy after the party's over.

Tropes/CW: mentions of abuse, feminization, sister's boyfriend, humping, ends with polyamory?, missing/abusive parents, one bed left, getting your grove back, caring male figure, big sister and little brother

All people involved are of age.

It was Halloween night, and you were still getting over your breakup. Your sister, Kiara, invited you to a college party, but you didn't feel like going to be a third wheel with her and her boyfriend, Q. As you fell asleep, she opened the door and pulled the covers off your body.

"You're coming with us."

After a costume mishap, Kiara and Q were dressed as an angel and a blue devil, respectively, and you were stuck with her backup costume.

"Damn. I don't mean this in no disrespectful way, you know I love you, but I'd smash the shit outta your bro."

Kiara zipped up the bustier bodysuit as you adjusted the cuffs and bow tie. She had you in fishnets and heels. Kiara fixed your long braids into a high ponytail instead of the bun it's been in for the last month and applied some makeup on your genetically beautiful face, adding chapstick on your lips. She slapped your ass as it spilled out of the bustier giving you a sexy look from behind. You picked up a headband with bunny ears and placed it on your head.

"Now you're ready."

You get to the house party, and Kiara immediately gives you a nonalcoholic drink to blend in. Q introduces you to his teammates, all dressed in the same costume, who danced with you all night. At almost 4 a.m., Q got an Uber for him and his drunk friends. Kiara told him to bring you along. When your ride arrived, the SUV was packed with people; there were no more seats. Q allowed you to sit on his lap.

"A blue devil and a play bunny? Looks like someone's losing their innocence tonight."

"Stop playin', you know his sister my girl."

"Aye, devils do what devils do, baby. Q-Dawg bout to eat him a bunny tonight, boys."

When the guys got out, they wanted Q to get out with them, but he told them he had to make sure you got in safe, making them laugh in their drunken state. He gave the driver your address. His hand caressed your arm, feeling the goosebumps from the night air. He asked the driver to turn on the heat for you, and soon, you were comfortably in his arms, falling asleep. You wake up in your bed in nothing but your underwear and your hair in a bonnet. He turned on the heater and took one last glance at you.

"Stay, baby. It's late, and you have a game. And that couch is horrible for your back, so take off the cape and cheap shorts and get in here."

Q would say that you were asleep and didn't know what you were saying or thought he was your ex, but it was so much that he knew you were in your right mind. He took off the cape and went to pull off the shorts, but he paused.

"You got a pair of shorts I can borrow for the night."

"Just get in. I'll wash when I wake up."

Q took off his shorts and got in. You wrapped his arm around you. Something about him made you feel safe. You feel Q's head inch closer to your neck, and his breath grazes your skin. His chest was to your back, and you felt something, causing Q to adjust his position. It happened 3-4 more times before you said something.

"You can put it in if you need to."

"I'm not that kinda dog. I got too much love for you and Ki."

After another 5 minutes, Q adjusted himself again. At this point, you were actually tired and wanted him to go to sleep, so you took off your underwear, tossing it out of the bed. You reached between your legs and pulled his dick through to rest in your thighs, adding to the warmth of your body. Q exhales, and you grab his other arm, fully wrapping yourself in his embrace.

"Is that better?"

Q didn't respond, but his dick did, jumping at the question causing your own to sprout up. You begin to rock his boat, pushing and pulling your hips to a rhythm that makes Q release a moan and kiss your neck. While you pick up the pace, Q begins an assault on the back side of your body, shoulders, back, and neck. Q kept his mouth occupied, and the number of marks on your body was proof that he was enjoying what was going on. When Q got close, he broke his silence, but it was too late.

"Fuck!"

His arms tightened around you, and his load shot all over your sheets and in your thighs. Q continued to kiss you, coming down from his climax while you continued to rock; moments later, you started shaking.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just got a chill."

Even though you started it, you were unable to tell Q that his moans, bites, and dick got you off. You both fell asleep peacefully, with the last words you heard being.

"Good night, shawty."

You wake up in the morning to knocking at the door. Q must have used the spare key to get in last night since yours were on the nightstand like you left them when you came home from work yesterday. You sneak out of Q's arms even though you don't want to and put on a robe to cover up. You open the door to Kiara, looking well-rested. She barged in and took one look at you, and after giggling, she smiled.

"You look genuinely happy."

"What? I just woke up."

"And I stand by what I said. When you were with "him" you had the post-sex glow, but you were never happy, and I can tell you from experience that our parents didn't show us love."

You hear footsteps traveling the floor in a confused pattern.

"Shawty, where you went?"

You look at Kiara, but she nods her head.

"He knows not to call me that."

Q walks into the living room naked. Dick swinging like he owned the place.

"Was it good?"

"Was what good?"

"I know you 2 had sex. The evidence is all on your neck."

Kiara showed you with the front camera of her phone all the marks on your neck.

"Bae, it's not what it looks like."

"It is. Because I set it all up. Why do you think we haven't been having sex? It's not because you're bad at it. And you needed it. Did you ever tell Q why you and tiny dick broke up?"

You were silent. Kiara brought up the memory of how she found you at your school crying in the bathroom.

"Tell him, or I will."

"Q, he hit me."

"If you gonna' tell the story, tell him right."

"He was hitting me almost every day until one day I hit back."

Q grabbed you into a hug, his dick touching your abdomen. He looked at Kiara.

"Where he at?"

"In the hospital. Bro left him comatose, went to school, and called me to come get him."

Q kissed you on your forehead.

"Until you find somebody and I know he not messing with you, you my shawty from now on. Anything you need, money, sex, drugs-"

"The first 2 were fine, but that last one is a no."

You and Q laugh together, and then you stop.

"What about Ki?"

"If he makes you this happy, I don't mind sharing, just not bedroom stuff. That's the one request I have to keep separate."

"Whatcha say shawty. You my forever shawty or what?"

"You got a floor seat ticket for your game?"

"I got any seat in the house for somebody who wants to come see me play."

hi! how are ya? good. umm. please read this. as an attention whore I need attention. tell me what you think. even if you want me to burn in the lowest pits of hell with my baby daddy Satan. this is the first part. kinda writing it as I get ideas and watch the show currently on season 5 and Dean has been invading my mind. if it doesn’t make sense remember “it’s my world now not your world” and I haven’t seen the show in completion. umm. consensual forehead kisses if you accept. peace love and rubber gloves. k bye girlies. 

p.s. ask me stuff. i love random.

TJ was born in April of '78 to Deborah Chase, who had just quit her bartender lifestyle and traded it for a career in oil and gas. This caused them to move around constantly. TJ's father was a one-night stand who didn't want anything to do with him, if only to keep it a secret from his now pregnant wife. Over the years, TJ wanted to get to know his father, but his father's refusal made him feel worthless. Until one day, he showed TJ what he did for a living. It was not something an impressionable 10-year-old boy should be doing. This caused a fight between his parents, and TJ never saw his father again. But that didn't stop his mother from keeping tabs on her one-night stand, she found out he had two more sons, and his wife had died mysteriously, concluding it had to do with his line of work. TJ's mother dated around, settling down with the 3rd generation diner owner Richie, who treated TJ as his own. But TJ wanted to make his birth father proud, so he studied everything he could about the occult, myths, and legends, hoping to satisfy his father.

In his teenage years, TJ became a Nancy Drew, solving mysteries plaguing his small town, and in his spare time, he helped out at the diner. But that was before he met and fell head over heels for the new bad boy, Dean Winchester. Their friendship was rough at first, but Dean quickly figured out that all he had to do was say the magic word, and TJ would jump off of the highest mountain for him. They broke into convenience stores and played sick pranks around the school. Dean learned that the school had a vengeful spirit during a wrestling match that got violent with the football team for hanging him in a field like a scarecrow. He came back that night to deal with it, and when he arrived, TJ was already prepping the body to be burned. This made the two teenagers get closer and spend more time at TJ's stepfather's diner, especially now that Dean had someone to talk about hunting with. Next was the Homecoming dance, which was short-lived as a Daeva attacked, and the teenage hunters had to take care of it. The night's highlight was when Dean gave TJ his first kiss. It was also the night Sam and Dean's father returned for them. Upon seeing the boy come out of the same diner Dean came out of, John forbade his son from talking to the boy after going through his questionable query.

Years pass, Sam leaves and goes to college, and TJ co-runs the diner with his now adoptive father during the day, and when the sun goes down, he hunts the creatures of the night. While pursuing a demon in Kentucky, TJ bumps into Dean and John, and they have a much-needed conversation. TJ realizes that all he did was for nothing when John is still cold about all of TJ's accomplishments, so he goes back to Indiana and works at the diner full time until he opens his own underground lounge, taking that on fully. The one thing that stops him is when he gets a phone call, and the voice says that one word that melts TJ like a popsicle on a hot day. "Baby." Dean only called when he needed something, never to say "hi" or "I'm okay," only when he was in a pickle and didn't want to drag Sam into it. Dean felt it was okay to keep TJ on speed dial because, in his mind, "TJ isn't doing anything important." But now John was missing, and TJ wasn't answering his phone. So on his way to California, Dean stopped in Indiana at Richie Rock's Diner and asked for TJ. An older man walked to the edge of the counter, and Dean recognized him. The man was taller than Dean but shorter than his brother Sam by an inch.

Richie: Now, why shouldn't I put my shotgun to your chest and pull the trigger?

Dean: Mr. Rock, it's me, Dean.

Richie: I know who you are. You're the troublemaker that broke my son's heart. And when I tried to comfort him, he started a big fight and didn't talk to me for months because "Dean is coming back" or "Dean needs me".

Dean: So I'm guessing you wouldn't know where to find him?

Richie: Oh, I know. And the only reason I'm telling you is so he can beat your ass.

Richie writes the name of the place and the address on a diner ticket.

Richie: Take a left at the clock tower and a loop around City Hall. In case you forgot how to get around town.

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