Prompt-fics.
So, I have not posted in forever, I do apologize. ;; On the good side of things about this though, is that I've been accepted into college (all the hard work has paid off) AND:
I come bearing fic. ♥ Because I love you guys, and this community. It has seriously become more than I ever thought it would when I first created it. =) Also, I love writing prompts, especially the numbered kind that give me a word and have me build off it. I'll be doing them, there's about 250 total, let's see how I do!
Title: #30 Cherry / #250 Introduction
Author: stormy_mayday
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm (there will be others, of course, but they will be the most frequent because, A/M = ♥)
Rating: Cherry: PG-13 / Introduction: G
Warnings: some smut, incest, the good stuff. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, most unfortunately, just the ideas. -inward crying-
#30 - cherry
They were a mess of tangled heated limbs, hardly moving which, for Angus, was strange in the fact that they couldn't stop moving for about the ten minutes beforehand.
A heavy hand sloppily stroked hair from his face and he grunted. His nails tightened, digging into the slick skin that he'd already carved an entire subway system of scratches into. Could you blame him? The warm lips on his neck made his legs pull the body above him closer with a small whimper. The higher the mouth rose, fluttering kisses along the still-racing pulse of his neck, the higher his back arched. It dabbled beneath his chin before coming up and claiming his mouth.
The dark hair surrounded their faces like a curtain. He moved his hands up from the trembling shoulder-blades and ran his fingers through it.
When he pulled back, Angus smiled dazedly. He giggled, “That's it. Cherry popped.”
“You ain't a girl Ang, you don't have a cherry.” Malcolm rolled his eyes, “I just... deflowered you.”
“That makes it sound like I'm a girl anyway.” Angus' face contorted sharply against the use of the word.
“Well, you were the one bein' fucked after all,” Malcolm jested and Angus glared up at him. His cheeks were flushed and all Malcolm wanted to do right then was ruffle the amazing sex hair he could see loosely coiled on the pillow case, “So, since you ain't a girl, you surely will at least be... what a girl normally is in a relationship: the bottom.” Angus scowled up at him.
“There's no way I'm givin' up yer tight ass to let you top me. Besides, you never could mate.” Malcolm winked. Angus went to protest, and rather loudly, which wouldn't have been a good idea because their parents were asleep in the room above them, and the last thing they needed was their good old mother taking out the frying pan on them.
Malcolm shut the far-too-loud, sixteen year old mouth up with a hard kiss. Angus panted quietly when they withdrew. Malcolm inched forward slightly on his knees. He smirked when Angus' eyes widened, his brother pushing deeper, which he hadn't thought was possible in the fact that he thought he was deep enough. He groaned, toes curling in sharply, lids flickering shut.
“Cherry popped?” Angus let out breathlessly. Malcolm laughed. No, he wasn't a girl, but he sure could be persistent like one.
“Yeah babe, cherry popped.”
#250 - Introduction
“Malcolm, come meet your little brother.”
Malcolm's face contorted sharply, lips pursing as he stared at the small (small)... thing in his mother's arms. It had a tiny face, and tiny hands, and tiny feet, with ten tiny toes and ten tinier fingers - everything was tiny. It practically disappeared in the blue blanket it was bundled into.
“Mal, this is Angus, you're new little brother.”
“He's little.”
“Well, he's only a few days old Malcolm.” His father clapped him on the shoulder, “He'll get bigger.” Ironically, not by much. Malcolm glanced up at his father, then back at the baby. So that had been what had made their mother so... big. She'd been getting awfully round lately, and Malcolm was afraid she was going to explode. Turned out this was what was in there. He couldn't understand how their parents were talking about little siblings with the possibility of their mother exploding - he could now.
“You'll be a good big brother to him won't you?” His mother asked. Her smile looked a little tired, but hopeful. Malcolm shrugged, coming closer to the bed. She leaned out and Malcolm watched as its - Angus' - eyes cracked open. They were a soft blue, with an almost hazel hue. They flickered shut again.
“Yeah, I guess. He's kinda weird lookin'.” His parents burst out laughing and Malcolm stared up at them.
“You looked almost exactly like him once, but you wouldn't remember. Want to hold him?” His mother asked and Malcolm licked his lips. He followed his mother's beckoning onto the bed, and climbed up, presenting his arms. The tiny bundle was soon propped in them.
“He's not heavy.”
“Nope, only about 5 pounds, little guy. You were bigger only by an ounce.” Malcolm didn't know what that was, but it made him swell with pride. He really was the bigger brother.
“I'll teach him how to play guitar like George when he comes home,” Malcolm beamed, “George is teachin' me, but I gotta be the big brother, so I'll teach him.” His father pet his head and nodded.
“You might have to wait a bit, though. He won't be much bigger than this when we get home.” Malcolm nodded and looked down. Angus yawned, tiny mouth arching into a small 'o'. He wriggled slightly, before stilling, further snuggled down into the blanket.
Okay. So. Maybe he was... sort of cute. In a weird, teeny-tiny, itty-bitty baby kind of way. Little brothers always 'kind of' were.
I come bearing fic. ♥ Because I love you guys, and this community. It has seriously become more than I ever thought it would when I first created it. =) Also, I love writing prompts, especially the numbered kind that give me a word and have me build off it. I'll be doing them, there's about 250 total, let's see how I do!
Title: #30 Cherry / #250 Introduction
Author: stormy_mayday
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm (there will be others, of course, but they will be the most frequent because, A/M = ♥)
Rating: Cherry: PG-13 / Introduction: G
Warnings: some smut, incest, the good stuff. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, most unfortunately, just the ideas. -inward crying-
#30 - cherry
They were a mess of tangled heated limbs, hardly moving which, for Angus, was strange in the fact that they couldn't stop moving for about the ten minutes beforehand.
A heavy hand sloppily stroked hair from his face and he grunted. His nails tightened, digging into the slick skin that he'd already carved an entire subway system of scratches into. Could you blame him? The warm lips on his neck made his legs pull the body above him closer with a small whimper. The higher the mouth rose, fluttering kisses along the still-racing pulse of his neck, the higher his back arched. It dabbled beneath his chin before coming up and claiming his mouth.
The dark hair surrounded their faces like a curtain. He moved his hands up from the trembling shoulder-blades and ran his fingers through it.
When he pulled back, Angus smiled dazedly. He giggled, “That's it. Cherry popped.”
“You ain't a girl Ang, you don't have a cherry.” Malcolm rolled his eyes, “I just... deflowered you.”
“That makes it sound like I'm a girl anyway.” Angus' face contorted sharply against the use of the word.
“Well, you were the one bein' fucked after all,” Malcolm jested and Angus glared up at him. His cheeks were flushed and all Malcolm wanted to do right then was ruffle the amazing sex hair he could see loosely coiled on the pillow case, “So, since you ain't a girl, you surely will at least be... what a girl normally is in a relationship: the bottom.” Angus scowled up at him.
“There's no way I'm givin' up yer tight ass to let you top me. Besides, you never could mate.” Malcolm winked. Angus went to protest, and rather loudly, which wouldn't have been a good idea because their parents were asleep in the room above them, and the last thing they needed was their good old mother taking out the frying pan on them.
Malcolm shut the far-too-loud, sixteen year old mouth up with a hard kiss. Angus panted quietly when they withdrew. Malcolm inched forward slightly on his knees. He smirked when Angus' eyes widened, his brother pushing deeper, which he hadn't thought was possible in the fact that he thought he was deep enough. He groaned, toes curling in sharply, lids flickering shut.
“Cherry popped?” Angus let out breathlessly. Malcolm laughed. No, he wasn't a girl, but he sure could be persistent like one.
“Yeah babe, cherry popped.”
#250 - Introduction
“Malcolm, come meet your little brother.”
Malcolm's face contorted sharply, lips pursing as he stared at the small (small)... thing in his mother's arms. It had a tiny face, and tiny hands, and tiny feet, with ten tiny toes and ten tinier fingers - everything was tiny. It practically disappeared in the blue blanket it was bundled into.
“Mal, this is Angus, you're new little brother.”
“He's little.”
“Well, he's only a few days old Malcolm.” His father clapped him on the shoulder, “He'll get bigger.” Ironically, not by much. Malcolm glanced up at his father, then back at the baby. So that had been what had made their mother so... big. She'd been getting awfully round lately, and Malcolm was afraid she was going to explode. Turned out this was what was in there. He couldn't understand how their parents were talking about little siblings with the possibility of their mother exploding - he could now.
“You'll be a good big brother to him won't you?” His mother asked. Her smile looked a little tired, but hopeful. Malcolm shrugged, coming closer to the bed. She leaned out and Malcolm watched as its - Angus' - eyes cracked open. They were a soft blue, with an almost hazel hue. They flickered shut again.
“Yeah, I guess. He's kinda weird lookin'.” His parents burst out laughing and Malcolm stared up at them.
“You looked almost exactly like him once, but you wouldn't remember. Want to hold him?” His mother asked and Malcolm licked his lips. He followed his mother's beckoning onto the bed, and climbed up, presenting his arms. The tiny bundle was soon propped in them.
“He's not heavy.”
“Nope, only about 5 pounds, little guy. You were bigger only by an ounce.” Malcolm didn't know what that was, but it made him swell with pride. He really was the bigger brother.
“I'll teach him how to play guitar like George when he comes home,” Malcolm beamed, “George is teachin' me, but I gotta be the big brother, so I'll teach him.” His father pet his head and nodded.
“You might have to wait a bit, though. He won't be much bigger than this when we get home.” Malcolm nodded and looked down. Angus yawned, tiny mouth arching into a small 'o'. He wriggled slightly, before stilling, further snuggled down into the blanket.
Okay. So. Maybe he was... sort of cute. In a weird, teeny-tiny, itty-bitty baby kind of way. Little brothers always 'kind of' were.