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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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Made For You | Prologue

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Unpresented!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Omegaverse, growing up, Sam’s curious, Dean answers his questions, because he’s a good big brother Word Count: 947 Created For: @spnabobingo - Free Space | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Free Space

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For as long as Dean could remember, his little brother had always been full of questions.

Of course, when he was two, Sam had gone through the typical toddler phase of asking “why?” after every single thing his big brother said. It had taken a lot out of six-year-old Dean not to just shove the kid out of his way and hide somewhere no one could ever ask him “why?” again. Then when he was a little older, and started to notice more and more about the world he lived in, the questions morphed into: Where does Dad go all the time? Why isn’t he back yet? What is the shotgun doing under your pillow?

Dean had tried his hardest to avoid answering those kinds of questions as long as he could. Dad didn’t want Sam to know about the monsters under the bed, not just yet.

When Sam was seven or eight, he’d gone through a fairy tales phase, to Dean’s utter disgust. But those had been the only books that Mrs. Nowicki, the elderly motel desk clerk that John had asked to keep an eye on them, had left over from her daughter’s childhood. Sam had been delighted when she’d brought them in one morning, and told him he could keep them as long as he wanted. That hadn’t been necessary, the dorky little kid had devoured every single one of them by the end of the day.

After that, the questions had morphed into: Do you believe in love at first sight? Were Mom and Dad true mates? Do you believe in true mates? Do true mates always have to be an alpha and omega? What do you think you’ll present as? What about me?

Dean had wanted to pull the shotgun out from its not-so-secret hiding place beneath his lumpy cotton pillow and shoot Sam, then himself, just to make the kid shut it about all that true mates bullshit. Instead, he’d gone to the library down the road and stolen a copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales – the ones that had the real endings, with death and blood and guts – and shoved that under Sam’s nose and told him to read that and then shut up.

When he had finished the book, Sam’s next question had been: Why do you always ruin everything?! Dean had smirked triumphantly to himself in his vindictive-older-brother way, not at all sorry.

Right before Dean’s eighteenth birthday, Sam had asked him: “What do you think you’ll present as?”

“Alpha,” Dean had shrugged, unconcerned. He was pretty confident about what he’d turn out to be. Sam looked at him nervously, hands wringing in his lap.

“What do you think I’ll present as?” he had asked in a small voice, looking much younger than his thirteen years.

“Bitch like you? Definitely omega,” Dean had mocked with a cold sneer, sick of all these goddamn questions. But then he saw how Sam’s eyes began to cloud with tears, the multifaceted colours blurring to a muddy hazel. “Hey, no, I didn’t mean it,” he reassured his little brother, patting him awkwardly on the arm. “You’re already tall as me, bet you’ll be even bigger one day. That’s definitely an alpha trait.”

“You mean it?” Sam sniffed, cheeks twitching with the ghost of hope.

“Yeah, totally,” Dean nodded, bravado back in full swing. “I mean, we fight monsters for a living for god’s sake. You, me, and Dad? Alpha as they come.”

He had been right, and a couple weeks after his eighteenth birthday, Dean had presented as an Alpha. His hormones had gone into full swing, whacking him out with a rut that had lasted nearly two weeks, and he’d been a horny bastard even outside of his ruts ever since – something Sam never failed to rib him about in the years following.

“Just you wait until you’ve presented,” Dean grumbled. “You won’t want to keep your dick in your pants either.” Sam’s eighteenth birthday had been last weekend, he’d probably be popping his knot any day now.

“What’s–” Sam hesitated, chewing on his question a little before starting again. “What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?” Dean grunted, not following.

“W-what’s it like, y’know,” Sam’s hands flailed around awkwardly in front of him, his face breaking out in a splotchy, embarrassed blush. “What’s it like knotting someone?”

Dean’s mouth ran dry as he looked at the hopeful, nervous expression on his little brother’s face. When Sam licked his lips, Dean felt a lurch somewhere behind his navel, and he felt a flush begin to creep up his neck to match Sam’s.

“Um,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “it uh, it feels really intense, I guess. Like at that moment, while you’re tied, there’s no one but you two. It kinda feels like they’re everywhere, even though it’s only your dick inside ‘em. And it’s all… tight, and warm… and uh, wet.”

Sam had a look on his face like Dean had punched him in the gut; knocked the wind right out of him. He didn’t know what made him do it but Dean looked down, and saw Sam was hard. Sam saw him looking, his chest heaving shakily as their eyes locked. The younger boy cleared his throat.

“Have you, uh, have you ever done it with a guy?”

Dean hadn’t suspected that question in a million years, and he blinked in stunned silence for a moment, eyes still fixed on Sam’s.

“No…” Dean answered slowly. His heart was beating so loudly he bet Sam could hear it too.

“Have you ever wanted to try?”

Sam and all his goddamn questions. They would be the death of him, Dean was positive.

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nightscissor · 3 years

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The Bad Batch

Love Languages HC

Part One: Wrecker

so we can all just casually imagine ourselves with our sweet gentle giant!! this is mostly fluffy with a hint of spice because we all know he’s touch starved and a tiiiiiny bit horny. but i promise this is sfw!

(this is my first fic to make it out of my drafts since the infamous and horrifying john laurens x alexander hamilton modern college au wattpad incident of my questionable middle school self LOLZ so i suppose even if this isn’t fantastic, it can’t get worse than that ahdjsjsjak)

warnings: two slight sexual references (minors no thank u) but let me know if i missed anything else i should tag for!

length: idk how to check word count yet, but short i think :3

Our big boy is totally physical touch and quality time, I mean, we see how he shows his brotherly support for Omega by hanging out with her and carrying her on his shoulders! He also likes to give his brothers loving shoves and pats on the back, so that translates to your relationship with him, but of course in a romantic context instead!

Cuddling is undeniably Wrecker’s favorite, he loves to hold his Lula, but he loves to hold you way, way more. Wrecker especially loves wrapping you up in his strong arms while spooning you, and he likes to run his big hands over your body because you’re just so cute and little compared to him! Remember, it doesn’t matter what size you are, you’ll always be tiny compared to Wrecker, and he is absolutely obsessed.

Another favorite of Wrecker’s is having you lie on top of him with your legs on either side of his hips and your head on his chest. He never has any trouble breathing or moving since he’s so incredibly strong and you weigh practically nothing to him, and his big heart just melts when you nuzzle your face into him. The only problem with cuddling is that he’ll often wake up with his little “friend” showing how much he loves you, but that’s a story for another day.

If you’re hanging out with the whole group, Wrecker makes a point to sit as close to you as physically possible and will try to be touching you in some way, even though he knows he’ll be teased relentlessly by his brothers for it. At 79s, he keeps an arm slung around your shoulders and pats or rubs your back if you take a particularly strong shot.

He even tries to keep you sitting in his lap at all times on the Havoc Marauder, although when you (frequently) have to brace for a crash landing, Tech insists you strap in separately for safety’s sake. Wrecker would rather keep you close to him to keep you safe himself, but if sitting separately is what it takes to ensure you won’t be hurt, he begrudgingly obliges.

Wrecker would love to spend alone time with you to show you his explosives and he always makes time to work out together. Working out with Wrecker means lots of big smiles and pats on the back of encouragement. He always makes sure to spot you when you’re lifting and although he’d never tell you this for fear of making you feel uncomfortable or objectified, his favorite is when you’re doing squats or deadlifts with him spotting. Nothing gets this man going like seeing his crush/partner being strong, and as someone with a total ass preference, he secretly likes to watch you when you’re building those glutes.

On the off chance that something does go wrong with some heavy weights and you need his help, Wrecker notices instantly and uses one hand to grab the bar from you and the other on your lower back to stabilize your body so you don’t fall and hurt yourself. He sets the weights down and picks you up to cary you to a good place to sit so you can take a breather and hydrate. And even though you’re both sweaty and a little stinky, Wrecker likes to keep you in his lap or at least keep his hands on you because you startled the big sweet boy and he just wants to make sure you’re alright.

The best way to show Wrecker how much you love him back is to reciprocate his affectionate touches and to set aside time to spend alone with him.

Wrecker absolutely melts when you hold his hand, his favorite is when you hold onto his index and middle fingers while he wraps his huge hand around your comparatively tiny one. He just loves the way your warm little hand fits within his own large one. He also likes knowing that you’re safe and sound right next to him when you’re walking.

After a long day, a hard mission, or an intense workout, Wrecker loves a nice massage. He’ll never ask for one, but when you offer he just can’t refuse. Your hands running along the expanse of his back and working out the knots in his muscles relaxes him more than anything and he’ll be nearly asleep before you’re done.

If you have some free time reserved and ask him to be the one to spend it with you, you’ll get to see Wrecker smile brighter than the stars as he enthusiastically accepts. Wrecker would do nothing or anything as long as it’s with you!

#the bad batch #star wars #star wars fanfic #tbh #wrecker bad batch #wrecker tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #i’m a lil nervy to post this since it’s my first fic on here!!!!! eeee wish me luck!

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destieltropecollection · 3 years

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Destiel Trope Collection 2021 | Day 28: Slow Burn

Celestial | @deservetobesaved

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10,585 Main Tags/Warnings: slow burn, emotional affair, happy ending Summary: Dean is in a less than stellar marriage, but he assumes things will work themselves out. At the same time, Mr. Castiel Novak becomes his new co-worker at school and Dean has to rethink everything he thought he had figured out.

Profound Kisses | @verobatto-angelxhunter

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,729 Main Tags/Warnings: destiel, smut, destiel kisses, clueless!Castiel, canonverse, post Purgatory season 8, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, mutual pining. Summary: Dean knows he's screwed. He discovers he is in love with Castiel in Purgatory, and now he can't even have the angel in front of him, because he knows it's a one sided love. It’s Valentine's day and Dean tries very hard to hook up as always, but he can't get Cas out of his mind. So he drives back to the motel, drunk, and he finds Castiel trying to help him. Then, when Dean asks Castiel for some experimental kisses and the angel accepts, Dean starts a very dangerous game… finding in Castiel's kisses the most delicious experiences, but also, his own perdition. Will Castiel fall in love with him? Or will he stay emotionless as always?

How to Raise a Mandrake | @SoraJonsei

Rating: Mature Word Count: 24,814 Main Tags/Warnings: Eventual Castiel/Dean Winchester, Magical Castiel, Non-Human Dean Winchester, Fluff, Humor, Romantic, Fluff, Alternate Universe, Prankster Gabriel, Universe - Fantasy, Slow Build, Happy Ending Summary: What else was Castiel to do when he woke up one morning to a very naked man in his backyard?

Crimes Of Passion | @celipuff

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32,396 Main Tags/Warnings: Cop!Dean, Artist!Castiel, Angst With A Happy Ending, Drug Addict Castiel, Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean, Slow Build Summary: Cas is a street artist from the wrong side of the tracks. He sees his world pretty clearly through his art... that is until officer Dean Winchester comes along and turns his drug induced world upside down.

The Hanged Man | @ellis-park

Rating: Mature Word Count: 87,602 Main Tags/Warnings: Slow burn, mystery, friends to lovers, graphic depictions of violence, child abuse Summary: After Park Ranger Cas Novak saves a mysterious stranger named Dean from an attempted murder in the woods, he finds himself drawn into the man's secretive life. Someone tried to kill Dean, but he's not telling who. In fact, he's barely speaking at all. If he's going to have any hope of helping Dean, Cas will have to convince the man to trust him — all while trying not to fall in love with him along the way.

Felix Mori | @deans-jiggly-pudding

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 90,967 Main Tags/Warnings: Horny hospice, tech support!Cas, stripper!Dean, voice kink, power bottom Dean Winchester, slow burn Summary: Dean is living the dream: he gets to help people and shake his ass, and he gets paid for it. Gabriel Milton’s horny hospice is a fun place to work, but sees its fair share of technical difficulties. When the front desk computer malfunctions, the burden to call tech support falls on Dean. The man on the other end has a voice that does things to him, and if he’s lucky, IT man Cas just might feel the same way. The only thing that’s missing is his estranged brother. Dean wouldn’t have had to lie to him if it wasn’t for their deadbeat father, more obsessed with a life of crime than raising his own children. Even worse than the thought of never hearing from Sam again is the possibility of growing into someone who even vaguely resembles John Winchester, and that is a chance Dean simply cannot take. Come to think of it, maybe Dean’s dream life could use some healing after all.

The Moonlight Rule | @thefandomsinhalor

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 129,362 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern Setting AU, Marriage of Convenience, Ranch, Slow Build, Home Invasion, Friends to Lovers, Trauma, Angst and Fluff Summary: After the sudden passing of Henry Winchester, Castiel learns that the late Mr. Winchester made last minute changes in his will: Dean will only inherit the family ranch he’s been running, if he marries Castiel and stays married for at least six months.

The Angel | @thisisapaige

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 155,684 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Temporary Character Death, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bottom Dean, Suicidal Ideation, Blood and Violence, Knight Dean, Fallen Angel Castiel, Scholar Sam Summary: They called him the Angel. Castiel never wanted to be a hero. He never asked to be a legend. He never considered himself a saviour. However, in his efforts to make up for his past after leaving Heaven, he became all three. They called them heroes. Growing up in the idyllic village of Lawrence, Dean dreamed of becoming a knight. In his nineteenth year, Dean journeyed to the Capital to earn his fortune. Sam, with his prized book of herbal knowledge clutched against his chest, traveled alongside Dean to become a man of his own. The Winchesters' drive and ambition lead them to the castle and into history as prominent figures in the Long War. Reality proved to be far more difficult than dreams.

Hot, blue and righteous | @Mistofstars

Rating: Mature Word Count: 168,016 Main Tags/Warnings: Romance, FluffHurt/Comfort, Drama, Domestic Violence, Sadness, HAPPY ENDING PROMISED, terrible attempts of humor, Domesticity, mentions of Castiel / Aaron (original side character), mentions of Lisa Braeden / Dean Winchester, Castiel is a judge, Dean is a cop, Alternate Universe, nothing supernatural here, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Previous death of side characters, feel good story, Sappy Summary: On the night of Sam’s graduation ball, Dean meets a guy called Castiel, and their insane chemistry instantly sets the air on fire, ending in a one-night-stand. However, it remains a one-off, and life continues. Three years pass, in which Dean meets Lisa and Castiel meets Aaron. After Lisa’s sudden death, Dean takes some time off from his work as a police officer and travels across the states to deal with his grief of losing Lisa. After Dean returns to his normal life again, he visits Bobby, staying with him for a few weeks. One night, Bobby gets an emergency call, and a beaten-up Castiel seeks shelter in Bobby’s house, far away from his abusive boyfriend Aaron. Both Castiel and Dean are certain they can never fall in love again after what had happened to them – but as soon as you start making plans, life happens.

So It Goes | @raiseyourpinky

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 236,469 Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers, roommates, domestic fluff, Dean and Castiel are parents, mutual pining, depression, anxiety, top!Castiel/bottom!Dean Summary: Dean Winchester has finally bought his white picket fence dream house for his girlfriend Lisa and their son Ben. On top of living in the perfect neighborhood, they now have the best neighbors, the Novaks. Castiel and Amelia Novak are awaiting their first baby, Claire. They’re in love and are not afraid to show it. When their new neighbors move in next door, they become practically family. It feels as though nothing could ruin the ultimate domestic bliss Dean and Castiel have achieved. Until it all goes to hell. Then the two of them will be the only ones left to pick up all of the broken pieces and keep each other moving forward. Dean and Castiel soon realize that the only thing stronger than tragedy and pain is the love that they have for each other.

#destiel trope collection 2021 #day 28 #slow burn #destiel #supernatural #fanfic

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter Nine

chapter nine

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: date night!! this is very fluffy, very emotional and extremely horny. edgar allan poe is rolling in his grave at what they did in his enchanted garden

exhibitionism, public sex (no ones there tho), drug mentions at the end (let me know if I should tag anything else!!!!)

word count: 5.4k

from the beginning <3

He spent all of Thursday afternoon with Penelope in Richmond, setting up for his date that night.

Stringing lights on the trees, mowing the grass and trimming the flowers back, the staff ensuring that the museum was in pristine condition for them tonight, it was perfect. The cats were brushed, there were rose petals the fountain and the most beautiful picnic set up in the garden.

Penelope packed their dinner for them, keeping it in the museum fridge for when they finally arrived, it was the only thing Spencer needed to remember.

Y/N: just got home, about to get ready! Can’t wait to see you at 6 ♥︎

Spencer smiled at his phone, about to text her back when Penelope laid a hand on his back, “change into your suit and head back to her, traffic might be bad?”

“Thank you, for everything. You’ve always been my best friend, more of big sister actually,” Spencer pressed his lips together tightly as to not get emotional. “You’re wonderful Penelope, thank you.”

“Awe!” She swooned, wrapping him up in a big hug. “I will always love you, Spencer, you deserve all of this and so, so much more, now go before I cry.”

He laughed, pulling back, hand lingering on her shoulder as he walked into the museum. They let him change in the backroom, it felt incredibly strange to be putting on a suit inside Edgar Allan Poe's house to go pick up his wife. Not too long ago he dreamed about bringing a girlfriend here someday, life was moving too quickly, he needed a breather.

He kept his suit jacket folded and on the passenger seat as he drove home, where he lived with his family. Even just thinking that as he paid attention to the road made him smile. The wind hitting his face, his hair blowing in the breeze, he felt free at last.

He was where he was supposed to be, all roads lead to here.

Travelling up her driveway with a smile on his face as the dust followed him to her doorstep. She was waiting in a red dress on the porch, Amoreena and her nanny eating pizza on the steps as they waited for him.

Stepping out of his car, he straightened his tie and pulled his pants up more, looking at his wife like she was a star plucked from the sky, landing in this Virginia field for him.

She stood then, her satin dress flowing and exposing a leg as she walked down the steps to him, “Is this what you wanted?” She twirled in front of him to show it all off, her hair getting stuck in her lipstick and making her laugh.

“I love you,” is all he can say as she leaning in with a wide grin, surpassing the smile to kiss him gently, using her thumb to get all the lipstick off his bottom lip and chin.

“Love you too, cutie,” she winked, taking his hand and turning back towards Amoreena, “listen to Nanny, remember we love you and we will see you no earlier than 7:30 tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” She saluted, mouth full of pizza.

“And what are the new rules about coming into our bed in the morning?”

“Knock first, wait till you respond, don’t come in unless you say it’s okay,” Amoreena replied, sticking her tongue out at her as she remembered it all.

“Smartie pants,” Y/N smiled at her, “come give us a hug, don’t get pizza on my dress, please.”

Amoreena wiped her sleeve over her mouth before running into her mother's open arms, they shared goodbye kisses before it was Spencer’s turn. She held him so tight it felt wonderful, “goodnight Lovey, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, have the best sleep ever for me?”

“I’ll see you in dreamland,” she replied, kissing his cheek gently before she pulled back.

“Have fun!” Nanny called from the porch as Amoreena skipped back to her.

“We will,” Spencer replied, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the passenger side, he opened her door and helped her inside, insuring her dress was inside before closing the door.

Jogging back to his door, he got in and put on his seatbelt. He threw the car in reverse and turned around by the barn, heading down the driveway, not saying a single thing as Y/N stared at him.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?” She shook her head, licking her lip before biting it as she huffed.

“We’re going to Richmond, Virginia, to read,” he gave her one hint.

“Hmm,” she smiled, “I’m sure you won't tell me the title, so Mr. I can remember every book ever, what’s a random line in it?”

“You’re smart,” he teased her, “but for the brilliant green of the huge leaves that spread from their summits in long, tremulous lines, dallying with the Zephyrs—”

“We’re going to the Edgar Allan Poe Museum!” She cut him off with a cheer.

He slows down on the barren dirt road, mouth wide open as she got it right, he turns to her as they come to a complete stop, “how the heck did you get that?”

“Yes!” she laughed, tossing her head back as she clapped and kicked her feet a little, so proud of herself, “I’m a librarian, Spencer! Did you think I wouldn’t know Eleonora?”

“That’s the most random sentence in the whole poem?” Spencer was shocked, she recalled it faster than he thought he would be able to if she read a line to him.

“My brother’s first motorcycle was a Zephyr,” she smiled at him, raising her eyebrows. “My brain is kinda like a filing cabinet, if you give me a word I can remember everything I’ve ever heard with that word included.”

He started to drive again, shaking his head as he paid attention to the road but still astounded by how amazing she is. “Amoreena gets that from you then, she could have both our eidetic memories together, that would be very interesting to see.”

“Eidetic memory?” She questioned.

“It’s what most people call photographic memory,” Spencer explained. “You can remember everything you hear which is why you and Amoreena are able to recall songs, books and movie facts so fast, while I can read back to you anything I’ve read without having to see it again, it’s forever in my mind.”

“So we’re both geniuses, cool,” Y/N smiled at him again, “sorry I ruined your surprise.”

“You just know where we’re going,” he reminded her, laying his hand on hers, interlocking their fingers as he drove.

They had an hour alone before the real date started.

So she showed him all of her favourite songs, including some of Amoreena’s playlists so he could get familiar with them before their trip to Rhode Island. Her voice was impeccable, she knew all the words and harmonies, often opting to cove background voices he wouldn’t have even known were there if it wasn’t for her.

She loved music in a way that intrigued him, she enjoyed music with a story. Much like the reason she loved books so much, she enjoyed picturing the happy places in her mind that the songs were able to take her to, they filled her with glee and hope as she sang to her heart's content. Taking short breaks to explain the meanings of songs, to recite the best lyrics and why the songs are close to her heart.

“Do you want to hear the song that reminds me the most of you?” She asked between songs, pausing so that nothing else would start.

“Sure,” he blushed, nervous for what it could be and how she imagined him in her mind, hoping he could live up to it.

“I'm perfectly fine I live on my own, I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago, now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes,”

She stares at him with a beautiful smile as she waits to see his reaction to the opening, finally singing when the beat drops, dancing softly in her seat as she belted the words out to him.

“So prove to me I'm your American Queen, and you move to me like I'm a Motown beat, and we rule the kingdom inside my room,” She brushed her hand across his jaw, teasing him as the words flow from her lips to his ears, she loves him and he can feel it with every syllable.

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa! And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa,” she sings so softly, with a purpose, turning it down a little so that he can talk to her.

“I love you,” he reminded her, “so much it hurts sometimes.”

“It’s like your heartstrings are tugging on each other, right?” She agreed, “like they want to jump out of our chests and run to each other.”

He nodded with a soft smile, reaching for her hand again holding it as he brought it to his mouth for a kiss, “queen of my heart.”

“Hmmm,” she thought over his words, “I’m pretty content with being princess still, Lady Amoreena is in line for the thrown, it’s part of her namesake after all.”

“Does the kingdom have a name?”

“You know the Elton John song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road?” She waited for his nod, “my grandma called it Ozellous so it’s like wizard of Oz but I added the 'ellous' because people always said they were jealous of our farm.”

He’s trying his best to keep his eyes on the road when all he want’s to do is look at her smile, to see her pupil change as she recalls the loving memory, it’s his favourite thing to do. Better than any movie or play, seeing her face was better than looking at the most expensive art piece. He was so in love with all of her.

“Were you like Amoreena as a kid?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “bullied hardcore for it too, kids always told me to shut up cause I’d add facts to conversations I wasn’t a part of.”

“I would have loved to listen,” Spencer replied softly, knowing the feeling all too well.

They were only a few minutes away now, turning into the small town and passing quaint little homes and cottages. “Amoreena would love this drive, these are some interesting townspeople homes for her imagination, we should come back sometime this summer.”

His heart was going to actually explode, she was everything he never knew he needed.

“I’d love that,” he added as they pulled into the museum. “I’m a museum member and I’m a patron, so sometimes I donate rare pieces I find, they love me here.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her eyes got caught on the twinkling lights in the distance, mesmerized by everything. Old cobblestone streets, brick buildings and wooden gates, it was straight out of the 1800s and absolutely fantastical.

“And it’s all ours for the night,” he put the car in park and turned to her, “wait here?”

She nodded, speechless as she continued to look out the window at everything. Spencer got out of the car, opening the back seat to grab and put on his jacket, straighten out his suit before opening her door and extending a hand to help her out.

“Princess,” he extended his arm for her to tuck her own under, he closed her door and escorted her through the gate and towards the garden.

The sun was just starting to set, 7 pm in early June being the most beautiful time of year in rural Virginia, the sky was a perfect purple as he leads her through the stone arches towards the picnic.

Her eyes sparkled with all the lights, wide and pupils blown as she took it all in. It was a fairytale, she was in a princess dress, he was the king of her heart and this was just the beginning of happily ever after.

“Spencer, whatever your middle name is, Reid,” she gasped, swatting his arm lightly with a smile growing on her face.

“It’s Walter,” he smiled right back.

He let go of her hand then and walked over to a table, turning on the record player and dropping the needle in the right spot. He did his research into some Taylor Swift songs, finding one that reminded him the most of Y/N and how much he loved her.

“May I have this dance?” He asks as she notices the all too familiar guitar strumming.

He reaches a hand out for her, pulling her in as she takes it, “I was so so lost before I found you in the park,” he explains the first verse, barely a whisper beside her ear as they start to sway.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

“All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you,” he whispers once more, feeling the goosebumps bursting on her bare arms.

He spun her around, extending both their arms as she twirled out and then back into his embrace again with a giggle. She swayed back and forth, dancing with him like the night they got married in her field.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

“And it was enchanting to meet you, All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you,” he sings them this time, spinning her out again as the chorus hits, her eyes widening as she began to smile wider than he’s ever seen before.

They sang the words together as they danced, smiling and laughing as they moved around the cobblestone. Finding a rhythm so perfect, so them, it was silly and not on beat in the slightest, mostly spinning, it was a spinning song if the album cover was any indication.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

“The lingering question kept me up, Two a.m., who do you love? I wonder till I'm wide awake! Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door, I'd open up and you would say, hey! It was enchanting to meet you, all I know is I was enchanted to meet you,” Y/N’s voice softer than ever as she sang her anxieties into his ear, remembering the day at the museum where she wondered if she could have him all to herself.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Spinning around in circles she leaves his grasp, dress circling in the wind and he watches her. She takes both his hands and spins around with him in a tight circle before pulling back in, their chests bumping as they laughed, happier than he’s ever been in his entire life, and she’s made him pretty happy in the last few weeks.

The girl of his dreams, dancing around him with a smile like she was making her own music video. This was a dream of hers he didn’t know, making it come true as it became a dream of his own.

He places his hands on her cheeks as he stares into her eyes, “this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you,” he whisper’s the words, barely singing, more talking.

“Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you,” she sings right back to him, staring into his eyes as they stand still in the garden.

She pulls him into a kiss, breathing in deeply through her nose as they hold each other’s cheeks, unable to get closer as they kissed. Pulling away with a loud smooch sound, smiling before taking her hands in his, once more.

Spinning her around again as the beat drops once more, her smile more beautiful than the first time he saw it. He was so madly in love, he firmly believed he was in heaven.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew!!

This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did,” Taylor Swift's voice cuts into the beautiful moment as her songs change and the mood drastically changes.

Y/N bursts out in laughter, jumping lightly as she enjoyed the song, head-banging along as she danced by herself until Spencer turned the music off once again, “you’re so cute.”

“Thank you,” she bowed, “this is cute!”

“There’s a picnic basket in the fridge inside, and some wine if you think that’s a good idea?” Pointing towards the main house, she followed him towards the door.

“Oh, hello?” Her voice changed as she noticed the two black cats on the window, letting Spencer head inside for the basket as she talked to them.

“That’s Edgar and Pluto, the groundskeeper found them in the shed in 2012,” Spencer explains as he comes back out, basket in hand but she’s too busy with the cats to notice.

Petting both their faces, they stretch into her reach and bask in the feeling of her nails on their skin, Spencer would agree it felt nice. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair, he must have been a cat in his last life.

“Amoreena wants her own indoor cat,” Y/N smiled wide at him, “she always wanted to call him Hercules like the Elton John song, almost like she knew you were her dad all along.”

She took his free hand then, following him towards the blanket in the grass, “how?”

“There’s a line in the song about Greek gods, but it says Hercules on her side and Diana in her eyes, and she does have your mom's eyes, right down to the colour of her iris,” Y/N looked at him like he was everything to her.

Spencer couldn’t speak, he just set the basket on the ground and ushered her to sit down beside him. She held the skirt of her dress up so she could sit crisscross applesauce on the blanket, draping her dress over her legs so she didn’t show anything off just yet.

“Every time I look at you I understand all her quirks and her facial expressions,” she added like she was trying to make him cry, “I’ve been looking at her for almost 8 years now, wondering who you were and now I know, and you’re so much better than I ever imagined.”

“Would you have looked for me when she turned 18?” Is all he can ask through his sniffles, trying to hold it together for her.

She nodded, “I was going to tell her soon anyway, she asks a lot of questions I’m not sure if you noticed.” Her giggle was priceless, “she had lots of questions when the goats were born this year and that meant her asking more about making human babies and I just said a special man helped me make my dreams come true, and she thought it was Rumpelstiltskin.”

Spencer couldn’t fight the laugh that erupted from him, leaning forward as he chuckled, making her laugh too. “Does she even know the whole story?”

“She’s only seen the 4th Shrek movie with him, she has no idea that he also takes the babies,” Y/N placed her hand on his knee gently, “If I get pregnant again, I’m going to tell her about how it all works as simply as possible, I want her to feel included in this and she’ll be less jealous if she sees this as a learning opportunity.”

“That’s a good idea,” he agreed, “I still can't believe she almost punched Michael for hugging me.”

“Oh, I can,” Y/N laughed again, “she was being bullied last year by an older kid and I said if someone upsets you or hurts you, sometimes it’s not that bad to hurt them back. Make them know you’re not weak and you care about yourself, and she gave a kid a black eye for tugging on her braid.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, “that’s my girl.”

Y/N opened the picnic basket then, taking everything out with a smile as Spencer stared at her, thinking a million different thoughts about future kids, how Amoreena would grow up, seeing her as a big sister to hopefully many.

They both leaned forward and kissed softly, smiling as they pulled back, “so you like charcuterie?”

She laughed, “Amoreena called it shark coochie once, I can’t not think of that now.”

“How many kids do you want?”

“Have you ever read cheaper by the dozen?” She teased him. “As many as I can have, I have the funds thanks to my job and the farm and not having to pay a mortgage, I was going to have another baby next year anyway, I had an appointment and everything scheduled, I even tried to get them to contact Amoreena’s father for another sample but they said they couldn’t ask you outright for me.”

“They asked me if I wanted to give another sample when I asked if I could know my kids,” Spencer remembered the words exactly, “she said ‘You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault if you wanted to donate again.’”

“I don’t want to know the truth, are you okay if we let her decide if she wants to find out at 18?” Y/N asked softly, “I’m content thinking you’re her father, I don’t want to know if it’s some other tall who-lookin’ genius, okay?”

“That’s perfect actually,” Spencer agreed, “and on the kids front, you don’t mind me being in my 70s when they all start going to University?”

“My dad is 68 with no signs of stopping, and he’s still fantastic with his grandkids,” Y/N always had a fact to combat his anxiety. “You have a lot of life left in you, I’ll take good care of you so that they have the best dad ever for as long as possible.”

Spencer was so in love with his family he felt like he was floating, laughing and smiling all meal long as they shared facts back and forth about their lives. Getting to know each other more and more as the seconds passed, he imagined it would be like this forever. She was like a bottomless pit of information, facts, stories and secrets. He loved every single one she shared with him.

She poured herself a second small glass of wine, “you know they say that one glass of wine every once in a while is actually good for the baby?”

“It doesn’t work that fast,” he reminded her, more like he reminded himself. He didn’t want to hope in the chance it didn’t happen right away.

“I had a nightmare last night for the first time in a long time, so I think it worked,” she teased him. “I won't know till June 10th, that's when my next period would be.”

“Nightmare?” It was the only part he picked up on, worried for her and wondering why she didn’t wake him up.

She nodded softly, “I found out I was pregnant and you never came home, and I got lost in the forest looking for you and then I remembered I could wake up.”

He rests his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb against her bare skin softly, “I’m always coming home to you.”

“I know, when I got pregnant with Amoreena I had bad dreams in the first few weeks too, mostly about giving birth to nothing and being alone all over again, the subconscious and pregnancy hormones are mean as fuck when they hang out,” she laughed away the pain, “I know none of it is real.”

“Good,” he whispered, not knowing what really to say, he wasn’t used to soothing other people yet. Most people didn’t want his facts or concernment when something happened, just a hug normally.

She took a deep breath, pushing everything away, “good news, either my anxiety disorder is back in full swing or something’s working in here,” she laid her hand over her stomach, “either way, I’d like to try again tonight?”

He laughed, “we don’t need to make a baby every time you want to have sex?”

She got onto her knees then, crawling over the blanket and sitting right in Spencer's lap with her hands on both of his cheeks, “I want all your babies.”

He held her waist, pulling her in closer to his chest, “right now?”

She nodded, moving her dress out of the way to undo his belt, “no one is here right? It’s not like anyone would know?”

“Mhmm,” he agreed, kissing her neck as she unzipped his pants, moving his underwear out of the way just enough to free his hardening cock, she stroked it right there in the middle of the garden, staring down between their bodies in awe as he came to life.

Sitting up on her knees more, the slit of her dress made it a lot easier for her to show him her underwear. She was wearing just a thong, perfect for pulling to the side as she lowered herself onto him, ever so slowly.

She fixed her dress around them, completely calm and composed as he was fully inside of her, “you’re okay with this?”

He huffed a laugh out of his nose, dropping his forehead to her shoulder so he couldn’t buck into her and ruin the moment she was making, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her back and off him slightly before back down again, making her gasp.

“I thought you wanted to read?” She teased him as she started to ride him more, moving her hips in a way that took him in and out of her at just the right angle, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced on him lightly, he couldn’t even think straight. “Go on, read to me.”

He took a second to remember the words, mind totally somewhere else and not interested in a book at all when her boobs were right in his face.

“I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion,” the first sentence slipped past his lips as she kept going, he took a moment to kiss right under her ear before continuing.

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”

“Shit,” she moaned, pushing his hand down towards her clit, “you can multitask, smartie pants.”

His thumb was on a mission then, rubbing small circles against her pleasure point, she tossed her head back with her eyes closed as she continued to ride him, “I don’t hear you reading?”

He moaned softly in her ear at the feeling, and the fact she wanted to get off to hearing him recite something from memory, it was more euphoric than he could have ever imagined.

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in ah- awakening, fuck,” he was trying his best to stay as composed as she was when he really just wanted to lay her against the blanket and fuck her into next week.

“to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret,” Y/N whispered the end of the sentence, grinding down on him harder than before.

“In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good,” she whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe softly with a moan and he kept rubbing her clit, “you’re so good, Spencer, so so good," she paused to enjoy the moment before whispering in his ear once more, "And more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compass-less into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.”

Her words softer than ever and they were never going to get to the end of this poem, he'd never know how the rest of the words sound on her tongue, she pulled him into a kiss then, moaning into his mouth as they ground against each other, finding a perfect rhythm to bring them to the end.

“There, yes, fuck,” she whispered against his lips, pushing against him as she arched her back slightly, slipping away from his mouth as she did so.

He slammed into her then as he chased her lips, making her whimper one last time before she was shaking in his lap, her legs quivering as she finished on him, sending him over the edge and stilling as he came with a shudder. He held her so close, both of them breathing into each other's mouths as they came down, kissing and smiling as they stayed connected.

“We’ll name her Eleonora,” Y/N teased, pulling off him and laying back against the blanket.

He made sure her underwear was back in the right spot before covering her with her dress again and sliding himself back into his underwear.

“Amoreena and Eleonora have a good ring to it, we just need 10 more names,” he teased right back.

“Hopefully we have a little boy one day too,” she smiled as she tugged him down beside her, cuddling into her side as they stared up at the newly dark blue sky and the array of stars that decided to join them this evening.

“Even if it’s just Amoreena, I’ve never been happier in my whole life than when I’m with you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She asked, purely to keep hearing his voice.

“Making me want to get up in the morning again, giving me a reason not to buy drugs for something euphoric to happen to me, showing me real love and proof that happiness is possible if you just chose to be happy,” he gave example after example.

“I thought I learned everything the world had to offer, but you’ve been showing me new little life hacks that make the world so much better, I see a future of bright colours and happiness and laughter for the first time ever, so thank you.”

She held him closer, “it’s been a pleasure falling in love with you, together, you deserve to love yourself. You’re so wonderful Spencer, it breaks my heart to know that anyone has ever made you feel the opposite.”

He couldn’t speak anymore, turning to kiss her neck and cheek so he had something to do that wasn’t crying. He loved her so incredibly deeply that he felt like he was an anchor, dropping to the bottom of her deepest ocean, without a single plan to leave.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 6

Hi , do you got any fluffy johnlock with cuddling

(submitted by here-4-tha-ship)

Anonymous asked: hiii got any johnlock fics where sherlock wants a hug but he feels embarrassed to ask john? thank you sm <3

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Hi Lovelies!! I sure do! And enough to do a new list too!! So thank you, people don’t ask for this enough these days hahhah! Hope you enjoy!!

See also:

Hugs & Cuddles and Tooth-Rotting Fluff (Pt. 2)

Hugs & Cuddles Pt. 2 /…/

…/ Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 /…

Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 4

Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 5

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, 5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin (E, 15,213 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Rugby as Foreplay, Porn with Lots of Plot, John POV, Ogling, Body Appreciation, Cranky Sherlock, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Touching, Heavy Petting, Blow Job, Botttomlock) – In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all.

Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION || Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #hugs and cuddles #my fic recs #fluff fics #submission

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arshipweek · 4 years

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AR Ship Week - Shipping in AR Fandom

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This is the first weekly post in the lead up to Alex Rider Ship Week. Only 4 weeks to go!

This week we’re going to look at the current state of shipping in Alex Rider fandom.

A Not Entirely Scientific Look at the AR Fandom by rirren and pongnosis

AO3's categories provide a good overview of not just the AR fandom but fandoms in general and the sort of fandom content that gets posted on the site. The following two graphs cover the six categories options on AO3, excluding those fics where the author didn't choose a category. Fics can also have multiple categories, e.g. F/F + M/M or F/M + Gen, so the same fic can appear in multiple slices.

The first chart covers categories within the AR fandom (specifically the Alex Rider - Anthony Horowitz tag, i.e. not fics that only include the Alex Rider (TV 2020) tag), the second AO3 as a whole:

So what IS the state of the fandom compared to the average?

* Fully half of the fics in the fandom are categorised as Gen. In comparison, the AO3 average is 17 percent.

* The vast majority of shipping fics in AR fandom are M/M (see note 1), which account for 36 percent, where the AO3 average is 45 percent.

These two categories in total account for 86 percent of AR fics, and 62 percent for AO3 as a whole. So what does the rest cover? F/M is 8 percent for AR (22 percent for AO3), Other and Multi both account for 2.5 percent in AR (3 and 4 percent respectively for AO3), and F/F - which appears in 8 percent of AO3 fics in general - appear in 1 percent of AR fics (see note 2). That's ten fics in total. This is probably not a surprise to anyone who's read the books (see note 3), as the only thing that rivals Ahorz's shaky grasp of continuity is his (in)ability to write female characters.

So let's dig a bit deeper and look at the rest of the tags, split into general tags (tags that are not necessarily ship-specific) and shipping tropes:

(see note 4 for methodology)

The Alex Rider fandom, at first glance, is not a ship-heavy fandom and the additional tags only confirm what the categories already showed. There is only a single ship-only trope in the top ten most used tags in the fandom, and that's a nice, general Sexual Content. That one appears 117 times, only just beating out Fluff, which appears in 112 fics (see note 5).

The same is reflected in the fics themselves. Of the most kudos'ed fics in the AR category as of this posting, it's not until the fifth fic on the list (Synergy by Sigma) that we actually meet a shipping fic. Of the top ten most kudos'ed, five are shipping fics - and only four of them are pairings that involve an AR character (the last being a crossover with Sherlock/John Watson - homes out of human beings). Two of the other fics are Yassen/Alex, two are crossovers with Alex/James Bond.

For AR shipping tropes, the top trope - by a wide margin - is Sexual Content in 117 fics, followed by Underage in 58 fics (see note 6). Given that Alex is 14-15 in the books (and 16-ish in the TV show), the second one isn't much of a surprise. Lots of shipping fics age Alex to 18+, but shipping fics set during or right after the books that involve Alex will mean an underage pairing.

The next two shipping tropes are Dubious Consent (45 fics) and Rape/Noncon (31 fics). The midpoint between the two - Extremely Dubious Consent - appears in 10 fics and could arguably be applied to most of Alex's missions, too.

Age Difference is tagged in 27 fics and proves the difficulty of analysing anything across multiple fandoms. To people familiar with the fandom, Yassen/Alex fics have the age difference implied and isn't something most writers would even think to tag. To an outsider unfamiliar with the characters - or a particularly desperate reader in search of a highly specific kink some late Friday night in lockdown - a pairing alone says nothing, and they have only the tag to go by.

So that said, how does this compare with other fandoms? In 2016, the Fansplaining podcast did a survey of fanfiction readers. They got 7,500+ responses and a fun insight into a small chunk of fandom. When we compare those results with AR fandom, we get some equally interesting insights. Now that we have the popular AR shipping tropes, here are the ship-specific ones the 2016 Fansplaining survey found:

The hands-down most popular trope (in general and shipping-related both) was Friends to Lovers. Almost universally beloved, this trope proves a bit of a headache in AR fandom, given that Alex does not have a lot of friends that are actually mentioned in the books, much less ones we see him interact with. The TV show provided a nice departure from that, though, with Tom and the Point Blanc kids' much larger roles. Luckily for the book fans, Enemies/Rivals to Lovers makes it into the top ten of ship-specific tropes from the survey! This really broadens the field, as Alex has an abundance of those.

Interestingly, not a single one of the top ten tropes from the survey appears on the AR top ten as well. The AR top tropes are mostly sexual, the survey ones are mostly romantic. Is the fandom just that kinky? Is it just that horny? Is the source material just that dark? Or are we about to get an influx of softer Tom/Alex thanks to the TV show and get Friends to Lovers or Bedsharing into the top ten?

If you want to dig a little more into classic tropes, including those that don't normally make an appearance in the fandom, Tiermaker has a great fanfic tropes tier list and lets you make a handy chart of your personal HELL YES and NOPE.JPG tropes.

Until next week!

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Notes:

(1) Two-thirds of which (235) are Yassen/Alex, for those keeping count at home. The next one on the list is Tom/Alex with 25 fics. (2) Of the 10 fics, 4 are multi-crossovers. In total, only 2 (!!) have F/F pairings with at least one AR canon character mentioned in the tags that can be positively identified: Kyra Vashenko-Chao/Laura (despite the weltering earth and malevolent alps by laukyra) and Tulip Jones/Julia Rothman (The Rothman Scandal by mediaboy) (3) To the TV show fans, I can only say you're missing out on some quality rants about continuity, villains, and female characters ... which, to be fair, might be good for your blood pressure if you're not reading through nostalgia glasses. (4) Methodology for the additional AR tags: using a data scraper on the additional tags will give the tags but not the synonymous tags that AO3 uses – e.g. ‘Yassen lives’ will be considered a synonym of ‘Yassen Gregorovich Lives’ and filtered with it. For this reason, we have looked at the top ten tags along with the results from the data scraper and then checked a number of them individually as the number in the filter sidebar on AO3 will not be consistent with the search results. As an example: ‘Tom Harris/Alex Rider’ will show 25 tagged fics in the sidebar but will give 26 results when searched for. The last one is tagged ‘Possible Tom Harris/Alex Rider’, a synonymous tag which shows up in the search but not the sidebar-count (and which is also not tagged M/M for the same reason, which accounts for the difference compared to note 1). As a result, we may have missed some in our calculations. (5) Yassen Gregorovich Lives appears in 65 fics, narrowly making it into the top ten. The jury is still out on how many of those Ahorz wrote himself. (6) Given that Alex is fourteen for a lot of the series, that MI6 is screwing his future like a particularly demented rabbit, and Ahorz's kink for Alex whump, it could also be argued that any canon-compliant AR fics should come with 'Underage' marked by default.

(Disclaimer: All AR-specific data was current as of the writing of this post (February 21st, 2021). This is in no way scientific but still a hopefully-fun look at fandom. The authors have no conflicts of interests, but pongnosis is open to bribery and would really, really like to see more fluffy John/Helen fic)

#ARshipweek #alex rider #...#....#.....#mod posts #meta

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littlestarofthewest · 4 years

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Title: Boss Ass Bitch | Word Count: 2645 | Rating: Explicit (18+!!!)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader (in this chapter)

Tags: modern AU, mechanic AU, work in progress

Chapters: [1] [2]

Your first week in your new job flies by quickly. Molly's got so much to teach you that you can't focus on anything else. Only during your breaks, you have a moment to look through the huge window that lets you watch the boys in the garage.

Most of the time, they're busy with their work, but sometimes you can hear their laughter through the wall when they're joking with each other. Once in a while, one of them comes into the office to talk something out with Molly, but you're too busy to pay attention.

By the time week two rolls around, you feel confident to be on your own. Molly leaves her number just in case and assures you that you can always ask the boys if you have more questions. You smile and nod while thinking that you'll try to avoid that option.

Come Monday, you get to the shop almost an hour early, but you're still not the first there. The door is open, and the lights are on. When you make your way to the office, Charles comes along the corridor that leads to the boys' changing room.

Surprise graces his face when he sees you, but then he smiles. "Good morning."

"Morning."

"You're early."

"I thought it might be a good idea to get a headstart," you say, suddenly feeling stupid. You're a grown woman, after all, you shouldn't be so nervous. "You're early yourself."

Charles shrugs. "I get up with the sun most of the time. Just can't sleep any longer."

"I wish that was me," you sigh. "I don't mind sleeping in."

"I hope you'll still have a good day."

"Thank you," you say, warmth spreading in your chest. Unlike most people, Charles sounds genuine, and you can do with the encouragement. You still smile after Charles when he walks over to the car he's working on, but then you put yourself together and disappear into your new office.

The first two hours go by quickly, and you have a good feeling about your work. So far, you know exactly what to do, and you're confident you can make it through the day without messing up. Thanks to the big window, you can see that Arthur and John arrived as well.

You watch the boys for a bit while all three of them bend into the same car, involved in a serious discussion. Compared to your first day, they are moderately dressed for once. Charles and John both wear blue overalls, and while John's is so dirty that his one appears black, he at least closed the buttons.

Arthur's wearing blue pants as well, with a simple gray shirt, and you're once again pissed because they can look this good without effort. With a sigh, you go back to an email you've started when the office door opens.

"Hey Molly, we need-" Arthur says while coming in but stops himself when he sees you. "Sorry, I was looking for Molly."

"She's not here today," you say, getting nervous again. "In fact, she's not coming anymore. She put me in charge."

"Oh good," Arthur says, and just like Charles, he seems pleased. "I just need the schedule, and then I'm out of your hair."

The nervous feeling wanders from your chest up into your throat. "Schedule?"

"Yeah, so we know which cars to finish first. Or the 'yeet sheet' as John likes to call it."

You remember Molly mentioning that as well, and a light turns on in your head. "Yes, of course. Molly prepared it on Friday."

You see the sheet in front of your inner eye, but then nothing. Arthur walks up to your desk, rubbing his hands. "Great, can I have it?"

"I, um, don't remember where she put it," you admit. "I can call her."

"No need, you can just print out a new one," Arthur says, rounding your desk. "I've done it a few times when Molly was busy. Let me show you."

Arthur leans over your shoulder, pointing to the folders you need while you sneak side-glances at him. You already found him attractive from afar, but up close, it's way worse. He has lovely blue eyes with sort of a golden ring in the middle, and his beard looks so soft, you have to fight the urge to rub your face against his.

Arthur's scent doesn't help either. There are strong undertones of the garage, like motor oil and metal, but also something fresh like recently washed sheets. You take a deep breath and try to focus on what Arthur is showing you, but then he leans in even closer to read the folders' names.

"That must be it," he says, pointing to one of them.

A shiver runs down your spine when his breath ghosts over the skin on your neck, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. You wish you could turn around and bury your face in his chest but instead, you print out the file he needs, your eyes hefted to the screen.

"There you go."

"Thank you, my lady," Arthur says. He walks over to the printer and waves a little goodbye with the piece of paper before leaving you alone in your office.

You use the next few minutes to stare blankly at your screen, trying to stomach what just happened, from Arthur casually calling you 'my lady' to you feeling like a cat in heat just because a guy stood a little too close to you.

Over the last few weeks, you've been so busy with the job change that you didn't even think to take care of yourself. Being confronted with three good looking guys every day clearly doesn't help your situation. You decide to battle your horniness the second you get home today and go back to work.

You manage to get through the rest of the week without any more hiccups, and aside from some annoying or unfriendly clients, this might just be the best job you've ever had. In the mornings, you often run into Charles, getting your first smile of the day. Then you exchange some small talk with Arthur while he's getting his caffeine fix in the break room, and John's usually the one to stay late, closing up with you.

They're all so nice that you consider yourself spoiled. Still, you deserve a treat, so you use the weekend for some intense self-care. At first, you feel a bit guilty when the boys enter your mind as you pleasure yourself, but you can't help it, and it does wonders for your body and soul.

You go back to work on Monday with a big smile on your face, and time flies by. You're not even tired when it's time to go home again. As your last act of the day, you do a little inventory check. It's your job to stock up the break room and buy necessities like toilet paper and cleaning supplies.

When you come back from the kitchen, the garage is dark. Arthur's been the last of the boys, but it seems that he went home by now, so you grab your clipboard and head for the guy's changing room to see if they need anything refilled.

You should have noticed that the lights are still on, but you're busy writing down what to buy the next day. After waltzing into the room, you look up and freeze on the spot.

Arthur is standing in front of the lockers with a towel over his head to dry his hair. The problem is that that's the only thing covering him. You stare at his naked body, your eyes roaming from his feet upward over his manhood to his bare chest, and you can't bring yourself to look away.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you forget to hold on to your clipboard, and it clutters to the ground with an overly loud sound. Arthur comes out from under the towel, staring at you with surprise.

"Sorry, I- I didn't- I mean, I thought-" you stammer, unable to finish a single sentence. "God, I didn't mean to-"

You're still staring at Arthur until he has the sense to put the towel around his hips. Finally, you can move and get on the floor to retrieve your clipboard and a few loose pages. "I'm so sorry, I thought I was alone."

"It's fine, don't worry about it," Arthur says, his voice calm.

While you can feel your face grow hot, Arthur doesn't sound embarrassed at all. You put the pages back into the clipboard and dare to look at him again. In hindsight, you shouldn't have done that. The towel is barely covering Arthur, so you still have an excellent view of his body. You can't help but take it in, and when your eyes meet Arthur's, there's something challenging in them.

"Do you want to come over here?"

You know you should turn and run, but Arthur's voice lures you in as if he was a well-built siren. Your feet take you the few steps over to him all on their own, and you're enveloped by Arthur's fresh scent. He takes the clipboard and places it on a bench next to you before reaching for your face.

Arthur lifts up your chin, and when you look at him, there's still the fire in his eyes, but he's smiling. "Hey," he says, and you feel calmer somehow.

You manage a shaky "hey" as well, and Arthur's fingers trail along your face before cupping your cheek.

"Mind if I kiss you?"

You can't remember anybody asking you this before, and your brain has a hard time coming up with an answer. After all, Arthur's right there, still built like a demigod and still deliciously naked.

"I- um, I wouldn't mind," you say, still wondering why he would even want to.

Before you can think of a reason, Arthur already leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He keeps teasing you, but when you're still frozen on the spot, he retreats.

"I'm not trying to pressure-" Arthur starts, but your mind finally catches up.

You throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. Since you're way less gentle than him, Arthur matches your eagerness, his tongue rubbing hot against your own.

Despite your little fun sessions at home, you still feel charged with sexual energy, and you can't help but grind against Arthur with your whole body. He takes to kissing along your neck, and his hands wander to your breasts.

"Have to admit that I've been thinking about this," he says as his fingers rub your nipples through the fabric of your top. "Those blouses and the damn skirts."

You just tried to look professional, so it's quite a nice piece of information that your get up railed Arthur up just as much as his clothes bothered you.

"Take them off then," you say, growing bolder. This is already happening, so you might as well go the distance.

Arthur growls as he fumbles with the buttons of your shirt, and the second he gets them all open, he pushes down the fabric of your bra to expose your naked skin. Kissing down your body, Arthur sits down on the bench, pushing up your skirt next.

When he caresses your thighs, you eagerly spread your legs, and Arthur pulls down your underwear before his face takes its place. You let out a little squeal when his tongue touches you, but he keeps going, and you hold on to his shoulder to keep yourself upright.

Arousal pools between your legs and you just know you're going to paint Arthur's face with your juices if he keeps going like that. Digging your fingers into Arthur's hair, you can't help but rub yourself against him, eager to get as much friction as possible.

Arthur keeps licking you with slow, hot strokes of his tongue while his hands wander upwards until he can touch your breasts. Your nipples grow hard in the cold air, and he keeps teasing them until you can't take it anymore.

You hold Arthur in place, your thighs shaking as you come, and his moans are just as bad as yours. Usually, you'd be quite satisfied now, but you can only think about wanting more.

After releasing Arthur from your iron grip, you pull the towel away and climb on Arthur's lap. While kissing, you reach for his cock, making him groan against your lips. You've never done anything like this before, but now you can only think about riding Arthur until you forget your own name.

You take position over Arthur and carefully lower yourself onto him until he's fully sheeted inside you.

"Jesus Christ, you're tight," Arthur groans, his fingers digging into your hips.

As slowly as you can, you move up again, making Arthur curse. It feels just as good for you, the constant rub bringing even more heat, and you put your arms around Arthur's neck so you can ride him properly.

He's holding on to your hips, doing his fair share to lift you up, but he gets distracted and nibbles and licks wherever he can reach you. You wish it wouldn't turn you on that much, since you're usually not one for one night stands or sex in weird places.

Although it's late, you can't shake the idea that Charles or John could come back. Even worse, what if Dutch showed up? You roll your hips for more friction and deliberately clench your muscles around Arthur.

"Goddamn, girl," Arthur growls, "don't do that."

Arthur holds you in place when you don't stop, pushing into you with a few sharp thrusts. He moans with his head buried against your neck, his whole body going rigid when he comes.

You hold still to give him a moment, not ready for him suddenly lifting you up so he can put you down on the bench next to him.

Arthur dives between your legs, his beard scratching your thighs as he licks you again. All you can do is hold on to the bench, skitting towards bliss without a break. You arch your back when you hit your breaking point, and Arthur lets you rut against him until you're completely satisfied.

All you can do now is stare up at the ceiling and catch your breath. Arthur cleans himself up with his towel before running a warm hand along your thigh.

"I'll be right back," he says, and soon he offers you some tissues to get yourself cleaned up as well. When you sit up, Arthur watches you intently. "You alright?"

"I was supposed to do some inventory for the order tomorrow."

"That's what you're thinking about?" Arthur huffs.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so used to planning everything," you explain. "This is not how I imagined my evening."

"Me neither. It's bad enough that you're distracting me during work. I didn't think it would happen after."

You wish you could say something to that, but you get so flustered that you focus on putting your clothes in order instead.

"Don't worry about the order," Arthur says, "I know what we need; I can just tell you."

"That would be great," you say, picking up your clipboard, but before you take any notes, you look Arthur over. "Maybe you should get dressed first."

"Why?"

"It's distracting."

Arthur leans back with a smile, giving you an even better view. "Really?"

You lean in to give him a kiss, right before clutching the clipboard to his chest. "That list better be on my desk tomorrow at 9am."

"Yes, ma'am," Arthur says, but he doesn't move, so you turn tail and run.

If you stay, chances are you're going to eat your dinner off of him.

#arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfic #modern au #my writing #cara's mechanic au

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majinkura · 4 years

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Friday the 13th Part IV: The Final Chapter ( 1984)

Did You Know?👇👇👇👇🤔

The strange dance which Jimbo performs at the party was contributed by actor Crispin Glover and was based on the eccentric way he actually danced in clubs. On the set he was dancing to "Back in Black" by AC/DC as the scene was filmed. In the film however an edited version of "Love Is a Lie" by Lion was dubbed into the scene.

Last film in the series to pick up immediately where the previous film left off. At 58 years old at the time Ted White is the oldest stuntman/actor to portray Jason Voorhees. On a budget of $1,800,000 the film made $32,600,000 at the box office.

At the time, this installment of the series contained the most nudity and gore. The film was released on Friday the 13th: April 13, 1984.

In Turkey, this film, and the next sequel, Friday the 13th V: A New Beginning (1985), were released at the same time. People could watch both films back to back. Even the posters for both movies were displayed next to each other.

(at around 1h 2 mins) In one scene, Rob talks to Trish about his sister, Sandra. Sandra was one of Jason's victims in Friday the 13th - Part II (1981).

(at around 10 mins) The workout video Axel watches is Aerobicise (1982). It stars Darcy DeMoss who went on to have a role in Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986).

This is the only film in the series to shoot new footage using sets and locations from a previous film. The beginning takes place on the set of Friday the 13th - Part III (1982), before moving to a new location.

Director Joseph Zito was opposed to using clips from previous installments at the beginning of the film.

(at around 9 mins) The nurse's name tag reads "R. Morgan, RN," an homage to actress Robbi Morgan, who played Annie in Friday the 13th (1980).

During filming Kimberly Beck, who plays Trish, experienced strange occurrences including a man watching her while she ran in the park and strange phone calls at all hours. This stopped when production was over.

Though he disliked being involved with the film, Ted White is considered by many fans to be one of the best Jasons.

(at around 9 mins) The moment where Jason's hand moves in the morgue was done by Ted White after Joseph Zito had called cut on the scene. However, the camera was still rolling, and caught this movement, and it was included in the film.

Writer Barney Cohen originally wrote a scene involving Jason fondling Trish's breasts but the producers vetoed it. Director Joseph Zito also disliked the scene because it made Jason seem too human and less menacing. The scene was excised.

Joseph Zito had previously directed The Prowler (1981), but they wanted him to both direct AND write Friday the 13th Part 4. He said, "But I'm not a writer," to which they said, "Here's a contract paying you double to write and direct," and then he responded, "Yeah, I'm totally a writer." Zito used the extra salary to hire Barney Cohen to somewhat secretly write the script. Their process entailed Zito taking nightly one-hour phone calls with Phil Scuderi to discuss the story and script for Final Chapter. The next day Zito would meet Cohen in an apartment in New York to relay what notes and ideas Scuderi had offered, which they would then turn into new script pages to be sent later that day to Scuderi in Boston to be discussed again over the phone that night.

Camilla More actually read for the role of Samantha, but when the producers discovered she had a twin, they offered both sisters the roles of Tina and Terri.

It is played for humor throughout Final Chapter that young Tommy Jarvis (Feldman) is suddenly surrounded by horny teenagers renting a cabin he can see into from his own house. However, the reality of the situation is that those actresses were indeed very or partially naked, and Corey Feldman was still young enough that Erich Anderson and Kimberly Beck took him trick-or-treating the first day of filming since it happened to be October 31, 1983. So, they shielded 12-year-old Feldman from most of the bad stuff, using tricky editing when necessary. What they could not control was the power of a low-cut top sans bra underneath. According to Feldman, in the scene in which Jodie Aronson's character bends over to greet Tommy's dog unbeknownst to anyone but Feldman he could see down her low-cut top.

It has been suggested that the only reasons Tom Savini worked as make-up artist on this film was in order that he could accurately age and properly kill the character he created from the first film.

Barbara Howard used a body double for her shower sex scene.

After Jason actor Ted White finished his scenes for this film, he immediately started work on Starman (1984). While on set for the night's filming, a group of reporters were waiting to interview Jeff Bridges, but he was unavailable. Therefore, director, John Carpenter, told the reporters to talk to White about the film he had recently finished. After telling the reporters he had just finished playing Jason in the latest Friday the 13th film, the next day's article was entirely about him, and that night, numerous "Friday" fans arrived at the set solely in order to see White.

Jason actor Ted White and special effects artist Tom Savini at first were confrontational with one another. But once White found out Savini had experience with stunts, the two became friends.

Rob was originally supposed to have high-tech equipment which he had used to track Jason, but the props for this looked cheap, and the idea was scrapped.

The film takes place on Sunday the 15th and beyond which makes it the second "Friday" film not to actually take place on a Friday at all. While the beginning with the coroners takes place during the night of Sunday the 15th, the rest of the film takes place on Monday the 16th, with Tuesday the 17th being the climactic night.

Even though he plays her son, Ted White (Jason Voorhees) is actually 11 months older than Betsy Palmer (Pamela Voorhees).

Rather than making masks, Tommy was originally going to have been an inventor. One of his projects was a device made from a microwave oven, which would have been what he used to kill Jason. Some of this is seen in the final product in a scene where he helps repair a car.

Amy Steel talked Peter Barton into doing the film. By the time the Final Chapter offer came around Matthew Star was off the air, and Barton wanted no part of horror films, having hated working on Hell Night in 1981. Amy Steel somehow talked him into it, selling him on the notoriety of starring in the final Friday the 13th film.

Director Joseph Zito wanted Jason's hockey mask to explode apart in the opening credits, but there was not enough time in post-production to pull off this gag.

Paramount was originally going to release the film in October, 1984. After filming wrapped in January Paramount studio head Frank Mancuso Sr. screened footage of the film to much enthusiasm. After a window opened up the release date was changed to April upon confirmation from Joseph Zito that he could complete the film faster than planned. This led to Zito, producer Frank Mancuso Jr., and a crew of editors essentially remaining locked in a house in Malibu editing around the clock in order to finish the film on time. This marked one of the only times that Paramount actively helped in the production of a Friday the 13th film, as they were generally produced independently, with the studio only handling marketing and distribution.

The house used for the Jarvis home was later used as the Anderson home in the film Ed Gein (2000) where serial killer Ed Gein is apprehended.

Bonnie Hellman's agents told her about a possible role in this film - the hitchhiker - but then told her that she would not want to do it, as there were no lines. However, she ended up taking the role anyway.

Kimberly Beck stated in the Crystal Lake Memories book that she does not like the horror genre. In addition to this, she also said that she feels this film was not even a B-movie, but rather a C-movie.

Distinguished film critic Roger Ebert called this film "an immoral and reprehensible piece of trash."

The Jarvis family's dog, Gordon, was named after a recently deceased dog which a friend of director Joseph Zito owned.

Peter Barton was talked into taking a role in this film by his The Powers of Matthew Star (1982) co-star Amy Steel who played Ginny in Friday the 13th - Part II (1981).

The female hitchhiker was called "Fat Girl" in the original draft of the script.

The poster shows the hockey mask with a knife on its left eyesocket. Jason is defeated with a machete going through his left eye.

Kimberly Beck is the only Friday the 13th actress that appeared in an Alfred Hitchcock film. She worked on Marnie (1964), exactly 20 years prior to this. She plays the little girl that Marnie's mother babysits.

The film was shot entirely in California.

Carey More's audition was to simply read one line.

Lisa Freeman, who played Nurse Morgan, and Crispin Glover, who played Jimmy Mortimer, both would go on to be in the Back To The Future movies. Crispin Glover played George McFly in Back to the Future (1985) and Lisa Freeman played Babs in Back to the Future (1985) and Back to Future, part II (1989).

(at around 20 mins) The Jarvis family sandwich hug was based on a group hug that screenwriter Barney Cohen's family did.

Jason's death won the Golden Chainsaw Award in Dead Meat's "Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter" kill count.

This is considered by many fans, to be the best and most popular Friday the 13th film.

The Jarvis family car is a 1970 Dodge Polara.

Rob's rifle is a Winchester Model 70.

Rob looks to be the main male hero of the film to work alongside Final Girl Trish. Instead he dies almost immediately after encountering Jason, with the real Final Guy of the film being Tommy

The ambulance driver played by Antony Ponzini & Axel and the coroner played by Bruce Mahler both appeared on the sitcom Seinfled. Ponzini as Jerry's barber Enzo and Mahler as the Rabbi in Elaine's building.

Was released in theaters, directly a week before Crispin Glover's (Jimmy) 20th birthday.

Tracy Jarvis' fate and death would have been more further explained in a deleted scene that had been cut from the film. An alternate ending to the film, included in the 2009 Deluxe Edition DVD, shows a dream sequence where Trish and Tommy wake up the next morning after killing Jason to the sound of police sirens. Trish sends Tommy to summon the police who have arrived next door. At that point she notices water dripping from the ceiling and goes to investigate. She enters the upstairs bathroom, and finds the body of her mother floating in a tub full of bloody water. Trish lifts her mother out of the tub, prompting Tracy's eyes to open, revealing them to be solid white and devoid of irises. Jason suddenly appears from behind the bathroom door and prepares to attack Trish. Trish then suddenly wakes up in the hospital in a scene reminiscent of the ending of the first movie.

Ted White was uncredited as Jason Voorhees by his own request.

The twins are played by real life sisters Camilla and Carey More, who both also appeared on the daytime soap opera Days of our Lives as Gillian and Grace Forrester. More stars from the soap DAYS also appear in further Friday The 13th sequels like Renee Jones in Part 6, and Kevin Spirtas and Staci Greason in Part 7. Other soap stars that appeared in Friday The 13th films include Kevin Bacon, Russell Todd, Lauren Marie Taylor, Dana Kimmell, Kimberly Beck, Peter Barton, Jennifer Cooke, Michael Swan, and Scott Reeves.

Paul's car is a 1973 Chevrolet Caprice Estate station wagon.

According to Ted White, he and director Joseph Zito did not get along very well during filming.

The actress playing Trish's mother was only 14 years and 1 day older than her.

Both Corey Feldman and Crispin Glover later appeared in different films with actor Kiefer Sutherland in the same year: Feldman in Stand by Me (1986) and Glover in At Close Range (1986).

Pamela Voorhees' first name appears on a tombstone.

#friday the 13th the final chapter #jason voorhees #pamela voorhees

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damaramegido · 4 years

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pinned worm time :)

basic info

what up i’m acey jane aka anna cassidy [last name redacted] and i’m your friendly tmbg mutual from hell

gender-nonconforming cis woman (she/her), i identify strongly as Girl but societal expectations of what that should mean are fuckin bullshit that i refuse to follow!

allo lesbian and monogamous (she’s single and horny ladies!)

i’m 28 years old (2/18/1993), minors can interact but please don't get weird or age-inappropriate!

(YES I KNOW I LOOK SUPER YOUNG I HAVE GENETIC BABYFACE, BLAME MY DAD, I AM A GROWN-ASS LADY)

white (german and irish so pearl only half hates me i guess)

autistic and mentally ill, also a side helping of chronic physical illness bc fuck my life i guess

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norcal girl, ask me for weird info about the greater sf bay area because believe me i have Stories (and an accent apparently)

lowkey definitely a they might be giants groupie (14 shows and counting!), please talk to me about tmbg because i love them more than life itself

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(yes i'm using my canon homestuck url for a tmbg/steven universe stan blog, what of it)

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i'm in a horrible friend group chat called the shitpost crew and our shenanigans are fucking legendary. (yes that link is required reading, just so you know what kind of horrid goblin bitch i truly am)

i try extremely hard to avoid discourse because it's annoying and i have better things to do. don't drag me into that shit pls...let me wallow in Trash Hell in peace

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my blog title is a very obscure tmbg reference

yes i have a homestuck tattoo. no i do not regret it

i have a tmbg tattoo too why does no one talk about THAT?? smh

i fucked up some shrinky dinks once

i purble

john hlans. burg bi sexu

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tomhiddleston-is-mischief · 5 years

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“One, Two, Three”

Teen!Sam Winchester x teen!reader

Summary: After Sam asks Y/N to teach him how to dance, something happens...

Warning(s): nothing other than cussing and mentions of a bad werewolf attack

Word count: 1,273

A/N: In this, you and Sam are about 16-17 :) Thanks for reading

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As I ride to school with Dean and Sam, I notice Sam has his attention on something. I look in that direction too, seeing the poster that says: ‘HIGH SCHOOL DANCE FRIDAY AT 7 PM’. I look back at Sam, wondering why he wanted to go to one of those. “Listen, guys.”, Dean stopped the Impala in front on the school,”Dad is probably going to be gone for a week or two. Y/N, your mom said she’d come to take you back in a few weeks. That’s when your dad’s wounds should be healed.” I smiled, glad that his wounds are getting better. My dad was gone on a werewolf hunt, and he accidentally walked into it being five of them. He left with some pretty nasty cuts and broken bones all over. My mom would have been too busy with my dad, so she gave me to her best friend, John Winchester. That is where I met my own best friend: Sam Winchester. We are the same age, so it was expected for us to get along well.

“I wish you could stay longer. Well, I mean- I’m glad your dad is dong better! That’s great! I just wish you didn’t have to go..”, Sam spoke swiftly when he got nervous. We walk closer to the school doors as I chuckle. I get a better grip on my backpack as I say: “Don’t worry, Sammy. You’re my best friend. I’m not going to be radio silent on ya.” “Thank God.”, he chuckles as he sees Dean flirting with one of the teachers. I roll my eyes, and step in after Sam opened the door for me.

This day was like any normal day at school. I had boring classes, and people were trying to figure out who exactly I am. After that, Dean picked us up, and took us back to the crappy motel room we are staying in this week. “Hey, I’m going to call my mom and dad.”, I informed Dean as I picked up his mobile phone. “Kay.”, he simply said as he cleaned our guns out of boredom. Before I walk out of the door, I make sure to mess up Sam’s hair. “Hey!”, he exclaims as I do so. I chuckle, and close the door. After I dial the house’s number, I hear it ring a few times, then I hear my mom’s voice.

“Hey, mom!”, I say excitedly, “Hey, baby. How are you? It’s been a few days..” I hear her smile through the phone. “Yeah, sorry about that. We’ve been a little bit busy. I’m good, though.”, I answer her. “Well, that’s good. Your dad is doing better. You’ll be back in a few weeks!”, she replied. I smiled,”Yeah..” “Yeah? Where’s the ‘Yeah!! Can’t wait, mom!!’”, she chuckles. I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. “I am glad! I’m super glad! I just…” My sentence ran off, but my mom caught on to my act. “A boy?” I could hear her giddiness through the phone. “It is, isn’t it?!”, she exclaimed as I stayed silent. My cheeks reddened,”Y-yeah.. I just.. I’m going to miss him a lot..” “Who is it, baby?”, my mom says in a bit more of a softer tone. She probably is starting to get why I feel so down. “Please don’t tell anyone. It’s Sam.” “Winchester?? You’re best friend Sam? My best friend’s kid??”, she asks. I nod, only to remember that she cannot see me. “Yeah, Sam Winchester.”

The conversation went on, and unfortunately, my dad was resting the whole time. Gosh, I miss him a lot. “Y/N? You good?”, Dean peaked his head through the door. I give him his phone and nodded. “I’m alright. Thanks.”, I smile and walk into the room. “Good, ‘cause I got a date with a teacher from your school.”, he grinned. Sam and I groan at this news. “First, ew. Second, gross. Third, please go to her place. For the love of everything holy, go to her place.”, I scowl at the horny bastard. He only winks at me, and says goodbye before going out the door. “So, whatcha wanna do, Sammy?”, I plop on the bed he was sitting on. “Um.. I have to ask for a favor..”, he rubs the back of his neck. “Sure, but nothing weird. Well, too weird.”, I answer him. His face turns pink as he chuckles. “This may be a bit weird..”, he looks at his feet,”Can- Can you teach me how to dance?” My eyebrows raise in surprise. Me? Teaching Sam how to dance? “Slow or for a party?”, I ask. “S-slow..”, he replies as his face turns into a deeper shade of pink. “Great, ‘cause that’s all I know how to do.”, I chuckle as I jump off the bed. He raises a brow at me,”You’ll do it?” I nod,”Yeah, now get your ass over here.”

Sam walked closer to me, so I took his hands and set them on my hips. I put my arms on his shoulders. He tensed at first, but he got used to it went we started moving a little. He needs to learn the basics, of course. “This is swaying. It isn’t much, but it’s sweet.”, I say as I continue to move side to side. We do this for a little while. Sam is looking right into my eyes, and I cannot help but to have blood rush to my cheeks. “Should we move on to slow dances?”, I say softly, not daring to ruin the moment we are having. He nods, so I bring him with me as I say ‘one, two, three’ over and over a few times. “You try.”, I tell him as I let him lead the dance. Sam continues to look at his feet as he whispers ‘one, two, three’ over and over again. After a few minutes, he is doing great. “Try to look up now.”, I say, making him look up to see my face. “Is it getting easier?”, I ask him. He nods,”Yeah, it is. It isn’t really that hard.” Sam shrugs at the end of his sentence. “Thanks to you.”, he adds. I smile,”Well, I think you are just naturally good.” “No, I’m not.. You’re just awesome.”, he chuckles. I shake my head with a smile plastered on my face. “I am, aren’t I?”, I look into his eyes again. “Yeah.”, he said as the smile never left his face. “Can I tell you something, Sammy?”, I ask him. He nods without a word. “I love how beautiful your eyes are. One second they are grey. The other time, they are-“

I did not get to finish my sentence because I felt a cool pair of lips on mine. I tense at first, but melt into the act once I realise what is actually happening. I wrap my arms around his neck, and start playing with the hairs on the back of his head. His hands grip to my waist, making my stomach have a feeling of dizziness.

“I forgot my wal-“, Dean walks through the door and stops his movement when he sees us,”-let..” We stare at Dean as he does the same to us. He glances at Sam, me, then Sam. “Use protection.”, he simply says before walking out the door. I roll my eyes because he knows we are, both, too much of a goody two shoes to go any further than kissing. “I hate him..”, I chuckle, then put my head on Sam’s chest. “Oh, don’t we all.”, he laughed.

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queenscoolcat · 5 years

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Let's Help Each Other- Reader x Roger Taylor x Brian May x John Deacon (Smut)

Part 2: Let’s Do It Again

Summary: The boys need your help with a song, and it turns even more interesting when you realize what they truly want are your moans.

Pairing: Reader x Roger Taylor x Brian May x John Deacon can be read as Reader x Roger Taylor!Ben Hardy x Brian May!Gwilym Lee x John Deacon!Joe Mazzello

Word count: 3602

Warning:Pure smut and filth, +18.

A/n: This concept has been done before, if you have a fic similar to this, I would love to give you credit for it.I truly have no idea how a recording studio works, so if you find any inaccuracy please ignore it along with the spelling/grammar errors.

Tags: @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen

“You need my help? In what?” You question your boyfriend and his friends, they all were looking at you with a weird light in their eyes that you weren’t able to interpret.

“With a song,” Roger answer you while his thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

You look at all of them still confused by their request, you weren’t sure why they would ask for your help in a song when they had such amazing voices, but as you look into everyone’s eyes you knew they weren’t going there, and still you weren’t able to comprehend what they were asking.

“A… song?” You question them again, making Roger roll his eyes.

“Could you stop repeating everything we say as a question?” Roger told you with the biggest smirk on his face.

Looking at him you knew he was finding this situation amusing, though John and Brian had a weird nervousness that you couldn’t understand why they felt that way, you adore them and they adore you, the shyness around all of you was long gone, and seeing that they weren’t able to hold your gaze was more than confusing.

“I would love to do that, but you aren’t explaining what you want that well,” Brian and John laugh nervously at your comment, but the moment you turn around to question them, they were looking at everything but you.

“John has this idea for a song and we need…” you tilted your head a little when you notice Roger wasn’t that straight forward and he was trying his best to find the right words to say “we need…”

“We need your moans,” Brian interrupted Roger making everyone look at him.

“My… my what?” You ask with clear shock in your voice, from all the things you could think they were going to ask, this was the least one you would expect.

“Yes, we kind of need your moan for the song,” Roger continues talking as he grabs your chin so you would look at him.

Your eyes linger a little more on Brian before you finally face Roger, that was when you understood the light on his eyes since you entered the room was lust, and as much as you wanted to say that the only times you had seen that spark were in the bedroom, but it wasn’t true, there had been so many places where you had seen it… and act on it.

“What do you think, love?” Roger asked tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I think I need more information about it,” you whispered not being able to stop yourself from looking back at John and Brian.

Their eyes seemed to be glued to you two, and for the first time in your life, you saw that the same spark that Roger had was in John and Brian eyes too, you involuntarily bit your lip loving this scene more than what you liked to admit.

“Deacy?” you whispered wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Oh, hmmm … it’s a song for the new album, it’s a sexual song and I believe a that a couple of moan at the beginning and end of the song would… would help,” you could see how nervous John was as he was talking, he kept playing with his fingers and every time he saw you in the eyes, he quickly looked away.

“Why my moans?” You frown looking at every single one of them.

“Well…”

“Because…”

“You guys…”

“You aren’t that…”

The frown that was on your face never fade away as the two boys in front of you try to explain to you and your boyfriend why they wanted your moan.

“Because you aren’t that quite when you go for it,” Brian finally was able to say, though he was staring at Roger and not at you “you are so loud all the time and we can always hear you.”

“And my moans sound appropriate for the song?” You ask chuckling, John nod at that as he finally looks at you.

It was hard to erase the smile you had on your face, you didn’t just have the hottest boyfriend ever, but now two other hot boys were telling you that they wanted your moans in a song, you couldn’t feel more flattered about it, and the longer you thought about it, the more the idea seemed to be amazing.

“And what do I get from it?” You joked biting your lip again.

“Royalties?” John said though it seemed more of a question.

“Orgasms?” Roger teased looking at you with a huge smirk, he knew that cocky attitude always appeared when you were feeling horny, and seeing you act like that in front of his friends was already making him unbelievably hard.

You smile devilishly at him as you tap a finger over your lips acting like you were thinking about it, though the answer was already decided.

“Okay, I will do it,” you said after a long period of silence.

Roger was looking at you with pure lust and if Brian and John weren’t that surprises, they would be looking at you like that too, you wink at them while you stood up, you could already sense all the eyes in the room were fixed on you.

The moment you saw that nobody did anything, you look at each and every one of them “what? are we going to do it or not?” you said making all of them stand up and guide you to the recording studio.

It took Brian a while to explain how it would be done, you would be in the recording room with a microphone in front of you, Brian was explaining to you how it works, and all you had to do was do your thing, but as he was talking, you could see he was getting more flustered by the moment, which didn’t help the fact that you were already so needy.

“Everything is done?” Brian said as he walks along you to meet John and Roger “we should be going.”

“Going? Where?” You ask genuinely confuse about it.

All of them turn to look at you, Roger chuckle as he realized what you truly wanted, you talked about it a long time ago, it was a conversation you had when you were drunk, but both of you could remember every single word of it.

“Would you had sex with my mates?” Roger asked handing you the bottle of tequila.

“Definitely,” you answered quicker than you anticipated which made Roger laugh out loud “what? They are really hot!”

Roger moved you so now you were stranding him, you were inches apart, and your eyes were locked as Roger spoke again.

“Don’t I satisfy you enough?”

“You do, more than any partner I ever had,” you said as you started kissing his neck and leaving some mark there “but let’s admit that a foursome sounds genuinely amazing.”

“It does,” Roger muttered before he filliped you so now he was on top of you taking the last piece of clothing off.

Roger crossed his arms and look at you almost as he was daring you to say what you wanted out loud, when you saw his face you smirk at him cause if he thought you weren’t brave enough to say it, he was terribly wrong.

“I thought you would help me with it,” you took a step towards them, you could see how John and Brian instinctively hold their breaths, “I think it is kind of rude to ask for my moan but don’t do anything to gain them… so who will be the first?”

You didn’t wait for the answer, you turned around and walk to the recording room knowing they would be deciding who would go first.

John and Brian looked at Roger quizzically, they weren’t sure what to do about it, and as much as they wanted to fuck you, they knew you were his.

“I’m going last, I want to see what you do to her,” Roger said as he sat preparing everything so they would be recording at any moment.

“I’ll go first I guess,” Brian said feeling a rush of confidence, he took a deep breath, and look at his friends almost expecting that they would tell him it was all a joke, but nothing happened, John stared at him still nervous about it while Roger continue doing his thing without bothering at all “any rules?”

“Make her moan as loud as you can,” Roger said winking at his friend before he turned to wink at you.

You smile at Roger already feeling as wet as you could be, the anticipation of being fucked by three guys was too much, and the fact that every sound would be recorded was even hotter, without including that your boyfriend could see everything.

You smile at Brian the moment he was next to you, without thinking about it, you pull him closer to kiss him hard, you didn’t intend to go soft on them, you were already so horny and ready to have someone’s cock inside of you.

“I need you,” you whine in Brian’s ear gaining the most beautiful moan you had ever hear out of him.

You started taking his shirt off and he helped you with yours, you were so glad you decided to wear Roger’s favourite lingerie set the moment you heard the three boys moaning, you took your jeans off while Brian unbuttoned his, you help him get rid of his underwater and you pushed him into the couch.

Brian was a little surprise, but the moment he saw that your eyes were fixed on his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips, you giggle at that as you kneel in between his knees, Brian was about to stop you, but you were faster as you started to jerk him off.

“Fuck… y/n, that feels so good,” Brian moan as his head fell backwards.

You weren’t able to stop staring at him, the way his mouth was slightly parted and the beautiful sounds that came out of him, without you wanting to waste more time you took him into your mouth, you made sure he looks into your eyes as you did that, you took as much as it was possible for you, loving how it felt and how you could taste the precum.

“You like that, sweet boy?” You question Brian as you continue jerking him off “does it feels good?”

Brian nods at that, but his hands stop you before you could take him in your mouth again.

“It’s your turn,” Brian said moving you so now you were sitting on the couch, he opened your legs and moan when he saw how wet you already were “you are so fucking beautiful.”

With that said, Brian started kissing your inner thigh, you grabbed the pillow next to you as his long fingers rubbed your clothed clit.

“We don’t need this,” Brian whispered, he then took your panties off with one swift movement, and before he said anything more, his mouth was already in your pussy.

His tongue was exploring every inch of you and you couldn’t hold your moan any longer, you were a moaning mess and with any shame, you placed your hand on Brian’s curls to pull him closer.

Your eyes were closed as you were lost in pleasure, but the moment you open them the most pornographic sound came out of you when you saw Roger and John jerking off, you started grinding your hips into Brian’s mouth, and when you felt his fingers teased your entranced you scream his name lost in pleasure.

“John, please come,” you tried to say already wanting more.

John didn’t take that long, in no time he was by your side kissing and helping you take your bra off, the moment it was in the floor, he quickly starting sucking your nipples and massaging your tits.

“I want you in my mouth, Deacy,” you said placing your hand on his jaw so now he was facing you, but the moment you saw the devilish smirk on his face you shivered feeling so hot by just that look.

“No, baby girl,” John whispered in your ear as he leaves some kisses in your neck “we need that beautiful mouth of your free.”

John’s fingers traced your lips and the moment he moved them away you found yourself trying to follow them, John chuckle at that and a loud whine left your mouth realizing the two shy boys that weren’t even able to look into your eyes now were making you feel so good with their touch.

You lock eyes with Brian as he pushed his long fingers inside of you, he curled them in a perfect position which made you arch your back with pleasure. Your eyes were closed, but the moment you didn’t feel Brian’s mouth sucking your clit, you open them so quickly, you cry out loud when you felt him move away from you, though you bit your lip knowing what would follow next.

Brian couldn’t stop staring at you, and as he was aligning himself in your entrance he made sure to keep looking into your eyes, at this moment you couldn’t stay quiet, all your body felt so sensitive, and when Brian was finally inside of you, you took one of John’s hands to stop yourself from cumming right then and there.

“Wait wait…” you said taking a few deep breaths as you adjust to him, you moan when you saw how John and Brian were staring at you with pure desire, and with a quick nod, you gave Brian a signal to start moving.

John moved his free hand so now it was rubbing your clit, his eyes were fixed on you and how your body reacted to every little thing they did, John lowers himself to take one of your tits on his mouth again, loving every sound you made and how you arched your back wanting more.

“Shit… I am going to cum,” you whined not being able to close your eyes as you wanted to see everything that your boys did.

It wasn’t just that, you love their faces full of pleasure and the way they look at you wanting more and loving how you reacted to their touch, it felt you good and you could see they were having a good time, you were so lost every time Brian fuck you deeper, when you started clenching your walls and moaning incoherent sentences, Brian came with you.

It took you a minute to get your composure back, Brian held your chin and gave you a sweet kiss before he moved to join Roger, now that you were “alone” with John, and seeing how hard and ready his cock was for you, it was enough to set your body on fire.

John moved to be between your legs, with a finger he collected the wetness that was dripping out of you, you moan when you saw him licking his finger clean, his expression was so hot and when he did the same and placed the wet finger close to your mouth, you suck it wanting to be a good girl for him.

“You are so fucking nasty,” John whispered, and without any warning, he grabbed you by the hips and laid you to be in your fours “I’ll make sure I fuck you like the nasty whore you are.”

You yelled his name and roll your eyes finding John talking dirty so hot, you wanted to call his name so he could start fucking you, but you suddenly felt a spank on your ass making you cry at how good it felt.

“Of course you liked that,” John said as he spanks you a couple more times.

You were sure your ass was already red and sore from John’s work, but it felt so good you truly didn’t care.

The moment he stopped spanking you, you were ready to turn around to question him, but you felt him go inside you without a warning, he started fucking you hard, no time to adjust, It was just him having his way with you, and you were so down for that, your moans made that clear cause it was the only thing that could be heard beside the sound of skin slapping.

John’s hands were placed in your hips making sure you would be in place when he realized you were about to cum again, he grabbed you by your hair and pulled you so now your back was pressed against his chest.

“What a nasty little thing you are, baby,” John said making sure he was searching for the right angle to fuck you, the moment you scream in pleasure, he continues fucking you like that as he kissed your neck “cum for us, princess.”

His last words were the ones that made you cum, you grind against him closing your eyes adoring the feeling of riding your orgasms with Deacy’s cock still inside of you.

When he moved out of you, you whined at the absence, John helps you sit on the couch and before he could go, he kissed your temple and thank you, you chuckle at the clear contrast in attitude, but still, you send him a kiss back.

Immediately when you saw Roger coming to you, you froze on the spot, cause even if you had a good time with John and Brian, having sex with Roger was different, he knew your body so well and after dating for such a long time, he knew how you like it.

“My pretty baby has been fucked twice?” Roger asked you as he caresses your cheek, you nod sheepishly as your eyes followed every one of his moves “but you still have on for me, don’t you?”

You nod eagerly and help him take his jeans off, Roger chuckle at your actions and as you did that, he strokes your head making sure your hair wasn’t all over your face.

“I need to hear you,” Roger said when his cock spring free and slapped your face, you stare at his hard cock while you tried to find your voice.

“I always have one more for you,” you finally mutter with an innocent smile “please Rog, I need you so bad.”

“You already had two cocks in you, and you still need me so bad?” Roger asked as he grabbed you by the neck, you nod eagerly again loving the feeling of him slightly chocking you.

Roger pushed you backwards, you watched as he jerks himself by just staring at you, you extended your hand wanting to do the job for him, but he stops you giving you a nice smirk.

“Beg for it, baby girl,” Roger whispered, he started rubbing the tip of his cork in your entrance, it felt so good, though it wasn’t enough, you wanted him inside you, you wanted him to fuck you good, but still he was waiting for you to do your part.

“Sir please, I need you so fucking bad, fuck, I… please please,” you whined not being able to take your eyes off his cock, he then stopped teasing you, and when you turn to look at him into his eyes, he slams into you without notice.

You scream Roger’s name as you move with him, Roger moves to be closer to you, you were inches apart, but your lips weren’t touching, your eyes were lock and your moan sounded synchronized, it was all so hot, Roger knew where to fuck you and in no time he had you ready to cum.

Roger move his hand to rub your clit fast and hard which gain him some loud moans from you, the smirk he had on his face made you want to slap him, but he was making you feel so good, and at this point, you truly didn’t care about it.

“Come on, baby,” Roger whispered in your ear “give them the last show before we wrap it up.”

You nod as your eyes close loving how good all of them made you feel, Roger was close behind you, so when you started cumming, he grabbed your hip so tight making you know he was cumming with you.

“Fuck…” you said trying your best to start breathing normally again.

Roger chuckle and gave you a sweet kiss before he stud up and help you do the same, you smile shyly at him when you had to grab his biceps the moment your legs betray you, he kissed the top of your head again and motion you to sit again, you saw Brian and John come and sit next to you.

John handed you a bottle of water as Roger help you clean yourself, you smile at them and after you finished your water you rested your head on Brian’s shoulder.

“That was good,” you mutter with a happy smile, All of them agree with you which made your smile grew even bigger “maybe next time instead of recording just the sound we make a sex tape.”

All the boys stare at you, but you weren’t able to see that, your eyes were closed and you were so close to falling asleep, though you could already imagine their reactions.

“Rog?” Brian asked clearly shocked but hoping his mate would agree on that.

“If the lady is okay with that then I am too,” Roger said with a proud smile on his face.

A/n2: i work really hard on this, so if you enjoy it please like and reblog it, thank you so much

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glowwormsmith · 4 years

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Ultimate Relationship Ask Meme

Tagged by @amistrio

Tagging @nightwingshero @thefathersbride @deputyash @bioshocking @punisherpage @chazz-anova @ja-crispea (no pressure)

I will do Jacob/Tess an put this under a read more, dang it’s long (but so good for oc development, I’ll do one for my other two pairings on my own)

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Both tend to do it if significantly stressed enough, since both are so quiet half the time, but Tess has a firmer edge due to being a mom.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Tess.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither, at the end of it all and despite their problems, they are with each other to the end of the line.

Who trashes the house? Neither.

Do either of them get physical? Neither do.

How often do they argue/disagree? A lot, due to the stress of their lives. Tess was guilt-ridden over cheating on her husband with Jacob, and then he ended up kidnapping her and having their kid all along when she thought her (now dead) husband had killed the baby. It got better as Tess developed Stockholm stayed in his bunker, but she never got used to his extreme tactics and cruelty.

Who is the first to apologize? Tess, and the first one to air out her feelings/concerns. Jacob even developed enough trust until his death to also talk things out with her.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch it up, but it’s usually Jacob.

Who is on the bottom? See above.

Who has the strangest desires? Most likely Jacob; Tess is pretty vanilla after having only had one partner her whole life and never experimented with her boring husband. Not like Jacob knows anything too kinky (”that’s John’s thing”), but he does push Tess to try things she never did, such as outdoor sex and edging.

Any kinks? I guess Jacob has a breeding kink and likes doing it outdoors or if there is the risk someone can see them. Tess doesn’t have any specific ones and just goes along with whatever Jake wants as long as it’s not violent or demeaning.

Who’s dominant in bed? Jacob.

Is head ever in the equation? Tess does know how to give good head and Jacob tries his best with her, so yes, they do a lot of oral.

If so, who is better at performing it? Tess.

Ever had sex in public? Jacob introduced Tess to it: they had sex in the veteran center, out int he woods, in a church, near the window so the trainees could see...

Who moans the most? Tess, it surprises Jacob how loud she can get

Who leaves the most marks? Jacob.

Who is the more experienced of the two? Both have had sex, but Jake has had more lovers and exposure to different types.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? It depends on how horny/frustrated at one another they feel. Tess leans more to “making love;” Jake can see it as both.

Rough or soft? Like above, but Tess leans more toward soft sex, so he obliges. Tess had an unfulfilling sex/romantic life with her marriage and sex had even been painful at times with Logan, so she really wants sex with her new partner to be sex and long-lasting so she can get better pleasure and a better experience.

How long do they usually last? Poor Jake, he’s 47, so he doesn’t last long (especially with that good head lol), so he mainly spends time drawing pleasure out from Tess.

Is protection used? Lol, nope, that’s how they got Todd. After Todd’s birth, Tess does ask for protection more often.

Does it ever get boring? Maybe a little since Tess really likes foreplay, but Jacob is happy enough to help her so he goes for it.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? At John’s ranch of all places. They were there for a family dinner (pre-Reaping) so Tess could meet Jacob’s family (who semi-disapproved b/c she was still married, but they liked her nonetheless). Jacob wanted to get back at John for some bitchy comments, so he fondled Tess under the dinner table and then followed her to the bathroom and took her there. The other Seed’s had an inkling what was happening, but choose to do nothing and sat there until a smug Jacob and an embarrassed Tess returned. John still wants to mark the two with “Lust” to this day.

Do they plan on having children/or have children? They’ve had Todd and Tess wouldn’t mind one more if possible; Jacob is fine with Todd and adopting Tess’s daughters.

If so, how many children do they want/have? See above.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Tess is the cuddler of this relationship.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Jacob, but Tess has gotten really teasing with Jacob in her bolder moments since gettign with him (he’s a bad influence!).

Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves? Both, though Tess is slightly more needy.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Jacob isn’t much of a fan of snuggles, but will allow it for a few minutes durign down time. Also when he’s asleep that’s when Tess chooses to snuggle the most.

Who gives the most kisses? Tess.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Walking in the Whitetails if they can avoid the Resistance long enough to do so lol. They can also just sit quietly in each other’s presence and enjoy the company, with Tess leading most conversation if it takes her to do so.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? In bed.

How often do they get time to themselves? Not often, especially when Jacob is busy with his "cull the herd” schtick.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Jacob.

If both do, who snores the loudest? Just Jacob, pray for Tess.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed, though it took Tess a while to get to that point (what with the guilt over their affair, his cult kidnapping her and ruining her family life, feeling horrified by his actions).

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Once Tess decides to sleep together again, Tess is the one who cozies up to him and in his sleep he ends up hugging her.

What do they wear to bed? If they’re together? Jacob simply either goes naked, or strips down to pants/underwear. Tess would prefer pajamas, but since it’s not an option, she’ll sleep in under clothes.

Are either of them insomniacs? Jacob.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Sometimes, if Jacob really needs them. Tess tries to limit his use by just talking to him until one or the other falls asleep.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Tess will snuggle, much to Jacob’s annoyance (though he secretly loves it).

Who wakes up with bed hair? Both, but Tess has nastier snags.

Who wakes up first? Jacob most often due to nightmares or his strict routine. Tess will follow shortly after be/c she’s been a mom and is used to it.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Neither, but it is Tess is more used to it due to her daughter’s surprising her.

What is their favorite sleeping position? Tess prefers her side, Jacob on his back.

Do they set an alarm each night? Not really, since Jacob’s brain is a pretty good alarm clock due to the military routine/PTSD keeping him up. Tess often ends up waking at 7 am because that’s when she got the girls up, unless her body really needs the rest. Also, they have baby Todd, that’s often their alarm clock.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? No, unless it’s one that hosts security cams around the veteran center.

Who has nightmares? Both, but Jacob has them more frequently on account of his barely treated PTSD.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Neither.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Jacob.

Who makes the bed? Tess does it like clockwork.

What time is bed time? Depends on the type of day they have; Jacob might still be working late into the night or might retire early to get needed rest.

Any routines/rituals before bed? None for Jacob, but Tess tries to keep to a routine despite the circumstances: she goes to sleep better after some tea and occasionally a shower.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Both, but people expect it from Jake, not from Tess.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Jacob, running a doomsday cult is hard work. Tess is more like a prisoner, but she tries to keep herself busy in the veteran center.

Who rakes in the highest income? Neither really.

Are any of them unemployed? Tess technically is during the events of the Reaping. She lost her job at the veteran center (which was more of a volunteer position, as her husband forced her to quit after they were married/Hazel was on the way) after the incident in which her husband found out about the affair and shot her, so she had been injured. Then the Reaping happened and she was kidnapped and force to be nurse to the cultists, which isn’t really a proper job.

Jacob technically has one, but does being a cult leader really count? Is he unionized, or getting proper benefits?

Who takes the most sick days? Neither, considering the circumstances.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Same as above, but Tess would take sick days if she couldn’t hid her bruises or when her girls needed her pre-Reaping.

Who sucks up to their boss? Neither.

What are their jobs? Jacob trains the soldiers for Eden’s Gate and keeps the Whitetail Mountains in line. Tess had trained to be a nurse (and even did some Doctors Without Borders/Peace Corps-esque service in her youth), but was forced to quit by her husband Logan. She took up as a nurse/helper at the veteran center when her husband lost his job and was secretly earning income to leave him/Hope County eventually). She is now semi-reluctant nurse for Eden’s Gate.

Who stresses the most? Both of them, but they are the types to keep it to themselves.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Jacob simply feels this is his purpose; he doesn’t feel any which way about it. Tess loved nursing and had a strong desire to help people, so she was both sad when she had to quit nursing and happy when she took it back up at the vet center. As a semi-reluctant POW of Eden’s Gate, she isn’t sure if she should help the people who are hurting those she once knew and loved, but she does take her duties seriously and her compassionate heart leads her to help others again.

Are they financially stable? Tess was more stable than Jacob, but it didn’t last long.

Home:

Who does the washing? Tess.

Who takes out the trash? Both, but mainly Tess.

Who does the ironing? Tess (she likes to do domestic chores, it keeps her mind occupied).

Who does the cooking? Tess, she won’t let a Seed come near any kitchen on her watch.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Most likely Jacob.

Who is messier? Jacob; it’s not that he’s a slob, he just doesn’t try to keep clean it’s the depression.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Jacob.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Most likely Jacob.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither, but Jacob does forget to put the seat down.

Who is the prankster around the house? Neither, it’s not in their natures.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Tess. It’s what gets her caught if/when she tries to escape, since she can forget minor details and Jacob is just that much of a memory master.

Who mows the lawn? Neither, they don’t have a lawn. If they did, probably Jacob.

Who answers the telephone? Both.

Who does the vacuuming? Tess.

Who does the groceries? Both.

Who takes the longest to shower? Tess.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Tess.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Yeah. Jacob was homeless before his brothers found him and he tends to not think much about money, since John takes care of any expenses. Tess hit hard times when her husband lost his job and refused to get another one to dedicate his life to “writing” (and really, he just sat around the house to drink, watch TV, and later when he dedicated his time to the cult), which had her take up a job at the veteran center to earn extra money. Her parents and sister were her safety net, but she didn’t want to accept money from them (on account of her humility and her husband’s arrogant pride; he smacked her once when she even brought it up and she never did so again).

How many cars do they own? None. Jacob does have cult trucks, though.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Jacob had been living with his brother John at his ranch house, though he would drift around abandoned cabins and bunkers just because he felt like it. He then took over the veteran center as his new home lol. Tess’s husband owned the house, but had to abandon it after the Reaping and she’s now a “guest” at the vet center.

Do they live in the city or in the country? Country, in bumfuck Hope County (are there even any other towns in this county besides Fall’s End? No wonder no one came for the cult, I bet most Americans don’t even know this place exists!). Tess grew up in Montana and Hope County has been her home for most of her life. Both prefer country to city life.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yep, though Jacob can’t enjoy nature as much since he’s got a cult army to build.

What’s their song? Cold Cold Man (Jacob’s perspective). I Walk the Line (Tess’s perspective). Otherwise, none they can agree upon or have thought about.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? They throw themselves into other projects or thoughts; Tess thinks more about Jacob than he does of her.

Where did they first meet? Tess met Jacob at the veteran center where she was working as a helper and he was receiving treatments (a cover for him scoping out potential bases). They quietly became drawn to each other and started platonically before they moved to an intimate relationship.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Neither.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Jacob, much to Tess’s consternation.

Any mental issues? Ummm, where to start? Jacob has PTSD from both his abusive family situation, being separated from his beloved brothers, and from his military days. Tess has low self-esteem and depression/anxiety due to being in a loveless, emotionally (and sometimes physically) abusive marriage; she recently showed signs of PTSD herself after her husband shot both her and her daughter after he found out about the affair and thinking her newborn baby Todd was killed by him. And that was before the cult broke her even more.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Jacob, because Tess would just trap and release the spiders if she encounters them.

Their favorite place? Snowshoe Lake has become a quiet place for the two of them to be together when there is a moment of peace.

Who pays the bills? Both, if there were bills to pay.

Do they have any fears for their future? Definitely. Tess is obvious (the father of her child helps lead a violent doomsday cult, how her family will handle this/make it out alive, the fact that she is genuinely becoming dependent upon Jacob as the events go on). Jacob is also complicated: he just assumed he would die in service of Joseph’s dream. Now that he has found some romantic affection and has a child, he is torn about giving up his life or somehow living to be with Tess and his son.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? None; John would end up doing it for them to “give them some taste of class” lol.

Who’s the tallest? Jacob.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Jacob.

Who wanders around in their underwear? Neither, but Jacob would be most likely if he was sure no one could see him.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Neither.

What do they tease each other about? Neither are the teasing type, but Jacob might make a few cracks about Tess’s soft heart (though he does love this about her, like he’ll admit it).

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither really care about fashion.

Do they have mutual friends? Nope, though Tess does try her best to get along with Jacob’s brothers.

Who crushed first? Tess, with Jacob following after he got to know her (the sexual attraction was there between them).

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Not really; Tess makes sure Jacob doesn’t slip into depending upon sleep pills or tries to notice any behavior (I imagine Jake would want to stay away from alcohol abuse so he doesn’t end up like Old Man Seed).

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? None.

Who swears the most? Neither of them swear a whole lot, but Jacob might swear more than Tess, who abhors bad language.

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OC interview

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Deputy Irina A. Carter Name: Irina Aaralyn Carter-Asgeirsdottir. First name was the one my mother wanted me to have, second one was given by my father. Carter was his surname, but Asgeirsdottir is from a tradition from Iceland, where i lived for 16 years - and my father was half-Icelandic anyway, so it somehow fits.

Are you single: ... Well, it’s complicated. The independent and proud part of me would love to say “yes” to this, but the truth is a bit different from that.

Are you happy: Right now? I’m neutral. In general? It depends how you look at it. I’m not all smiles and rainbows, but I’m not constantly depressed either, so I guess it’s just fine.

Are you angry: Anger was never my problem. Iceland taught me how to stay ice cold, no matter what happens.

Are your parents still married: They were, but my mother died few hours after childbirth, and father died of a heart attack when I was eighteen.

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia (because my mother was Russian).

Hair color: Chaotic mix of many different shades of blonde.

Eye color: Brown.

Birth date: December 2nd, 1994.

Mood: Neutral. Bored. No hunting parties in sight, such a shame.

Morning or afternoon: Morning.

Summer or winter: Winter.

Gender: ... Seriously, you need to ask me that?

Are you in love: ... I’m afraid so.

Do you believe in love at first sight: No.

Who ended your last relationship: No one, because the one I currently have is the first and only I’ve ever had.

Have you ever broken someones heart: Not to my knowledge, no.

Are you afraid of commitment: Yes, because I enjoy freedom in every meaning of it. The more boundaries I have, the more anxious I become.

Have you hugged someone in the last week: Someone hugged me and I hugged them back. Guess who.

Have you ever broken your own heart: ... Difficult question, I think I haven’t? Not sure.

Love or Lust: Neither, preferably? Both are distracting and it’s not safe considering my line of work right now... John, keep quiet, I’m answering, not you.

Lemonade or Iced Tea: Iced tea.

Cats or Dogs: Cats, but only because I spend most of my time with a cougar and I really appreciate how silent and deadly they can be. I don’t like going loud.

A few Best friends or Regular Friends: One best friend would even do. I hate being well known, being in the centre of everything.

Wild night out or romantic night in: Nothing romantic, I hate those kind of things. WIld night it is, then.

Day or night: Night. Easier to stay hidden.

Been caught sneaking out: ... Many times.

Fallen Down/Up the Stairs: I stumble very easily, so I’m constantly bruised, but I’ve not fallen down the stairs. Well, I did once, but it is because SOMEONE pushed me during the fight. Thanks, Jacob. I deserved that.

Wanted someone/something so badly it hurt: Does wanting to kill someone count? Because if it does, than I really wish I could put Joseph Seed in the ground.

Wanted to disappear: Too many times.

Smile or eyes: Eyes.

Shorter or taller: Height helps in asserting dominance, so if someone’s taller then me then of course I feel intimidated to some extent. But I can’t say it’s not... You know. Amusing.

Intelligence or Attraction: Intelligence. I love witty conversations about dangerous subjects (which is special, because I hate talking in general and I’m really bad at it). Guess that’s why I love the intellectual challenge that John and Jacob are.

Hook up or Relationship: Hook ups seem more safe when you’re in the middle of the warzone. Sometimes there is no possibility to give someone your time whenever they need it, which would be important in a steady relationship. And that’s why my... Connection with John is somewhere between one and the other. And I like to stay silent for a few days sometimes, just to keep him on the edge. I’m mean, I know.

Do you and your family get along: I don’t have a family at this point, I only ever had my father. And I was getting along with him really well.

Would you say you have a messed up life: Look around me, does it look like it’s all good and healthy? Of course it’s messed up and goddamn, it is so much fun.

Have you ever ran away from home: No, I wasn’t a rebellious kid.

Have you ever got kicked out: No.

Do you secretly hate one of your friends: No. If I don’t like someone I just avoid them, no need to try being nice when their presence is pissing you off. It’s toxic. I only keep close those people who matter to me.

Do you consider all of your friends good friends: I do, yeah. I was always careful towards people so I’m, you could say, “choosing” them in such way as well. So I always know that I can trust them.

Who is your best friend: Best one is probably Adelaide, who’s pissing me off sometimes because she’s very straight-forward with her thoughts, and her thoughts are pretty much well known. How the fuck you can be so horny after someone, jeez! I’m pretty sure she would fuck half of the Eden’s Gate if she could. I really care about Nick and Kim, too. And Eli. This is my Big Four, so to speak.

Who knows everything about you: Everything? No one. But I’m pretty sure that Jacob knows most of the things, and John is very close to getting to the same level. It’s not that I trust Jacob more - hell no, you can never trust Jacob Seed - he’s just that fucking good at getting things out of people. Though it seems to be John’s thing to get confessions, he’s too emotional and his temper tantrums are something I can fight off easily, so it’s harder for him to get under my skin - but surely works on people who don’t have tough mentality. Jacob, on the other hand, is always calm, which is unnerving, and he can get some clues about me and my past without me even realizing it, before it’s way too fuckin’ late. ~ Tagging (no obligation, of course, and unless you haven’t done it yet): @lexieheron @xbaebsae and whoever wants to. <3

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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 24: Police Officer AU

Catch Me If You Can | @dean-cas-in-the-impala Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4030 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - criminals, Drama, Action, Humor, Cop AU Summary: Dean Winchester is a famous criminal and Castiel Novak, an FBI agent is the one who tries to catch him. What will come out of this cat and mouse game?

This Isn't That Kind of Place | @pherryt Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2593 Main Tags and Warnings: Cop!Dean, EMT!Cas, Homophobic Character, homophobic character getting put in his place, First Kiss, sick!gabe, cas and dean are both offduty, nasty landlord, side sabriel Summary: Sam and Gabe are getting married and they just want to be able to do planning with their best men in attendance. But with their jobs, getting Dean or Cas in the same place at the same time as one of the grooms (much less each other) was proving to be a little difficult. Until Sam's landlord starts to be more than a bit difficult.

The Bond-Breaker Murders | @DesiraeLovesDestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 75696 Main Tags and Warnings: Detective Dean/Angel Castiel, friends to lovers, truemates, soul bond, wing kink, crime drama, partners, smut, angst Summary: In a world where the supernatural live amongst the humans, it is not unheard of for angels and humans to mate. But not without consequences. Once bonded, one mate cannot live without the other. If a mate dies, the other will soon pass of a broken heart, leaving children orphaned, and families wrecked. Detective Dean Winchester and his partner, the angel Castiel, had decided long ago, not act on their unspoken love due to those consequences. Though it was always more Castiel’s choice than Dean’s. The angel was not willing to risk taking Dean from his loved ones, should he ever fall in the line of duty. But soon Dean and Castiel find out that they are far more bonded than they knew and when an angel/human mated pair is murdered, the case hits a little too close to home. As the shining stars of the Paranormal Homicide Division, it is up to Dean and Castiel to discover who is responsible and bring them to justice.

Partnered | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 28122 Main Tags and Warnings: Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Summary: Dean didn't think that his life as a detective could get much worse after Castiel was promoted to lieutenant. Castiel was a stickler for the rules, had no sense of humor, and never seemed to give Dean a break, even though they used to be partners. But then, despite all of their questionable history, the two are asked to go undercover on a case in the wealthy suburbs of California. . . as a married couple.

Hot Cross Buns | @lemonsorbae Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3978 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Baker Dean, Cop Cas, Alternate Universe, Misunderstandings, Dogs, Sexual Tension, First Kiss Summary: Dean is a baker, Cas is cop. Cas wants Dean's hot cross buns... or does he?

Scars | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9870 Main Tags and Warnings: Human!AU, Cop!Dean, Chef!Castiel, Homeless!Castiel, past domestic violence, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort. Summary: Five times Castiel bares his scars to Dean, and one time Dean returns the favour.

Hope | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2219 Main Tags and Warnings: AU, Human!AU, FBI Agent!Castiel, alcoholism, minor character death, making up Summary: It was an utter lack of hope that made Castiel Novak end his relationship with his alcoholic fiancé, Dean Winchester, fourteen months ago.

Cat and Mouse | @braezenkitty Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3073 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - 1940s, 1940s, Detective Dean, Russian Mafia, Mobster Castiel, Enemies to Lovers, Dubious Consent, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Public Sex Summary: Detective Dean Winchester has been chasing Russian mafia boss Castiel Krushnic for most of his career, but can never quite keep him locked up.

Night Exhibition | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 26996 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Romance, Fluff, No Angst, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Romantic Friendship, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, First Time, Museums, Security Guard Castiel, Snarky Castiel, Nonbinary Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Baker Dean, Bisexual Dean, Horny Dean, Secret Crush, Sexual Tension, Uniform Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Standing Up, Public Nudity, Switch Castiel, Switch Dean, Professionals Being Unprofessional, Everyone Ships Castiel/Dean Summary: Welcome to the world's most generic museum. In the café, you'll find Dean, putting dinosaur cut-outs on his award-winning apple pies. In the gift shop, you'll find his snarky yet devastatingly handsome friend Castiel, folding t-shirts for a living. But Castiel has a second job as a night watchman, patrolling the marble halls and protecting the museum exhibits after dark. One night, Dean asks to tag along. He could never resist a crisp blue uniform, and he'll take any opportunity to have his friend show it off. It might take all night, one dance, and a playful sex act (or five) in a few unusual places around the museum before either of them realise... maybe Dean's interest was never about the uniform. And maybe their friendship was already something else.

Demon Delinquent (WIP) | @relucant Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7175 Main Tags and Warnings: cop!cas, bottom!dean, top!cas, demon!dean, panty kink, object insertion Summary: Cas sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean Winchester was perched on the trunk of an old Continental, hands cuffed behind his back, but bright-eyed and relaxed, looking for all the world like he was sat in his favorite booth at Benny's diner. Dean had been a low-grade troublemaker since his adolescence, turning up at the station with stolen bread and an unrepentant grin, or bloody knuckles and a scowl. But Lawrence was a small town, and anyone who'd ever dealt with John Winchester in the drunk tank had a few ounces of sympathy for the kid.

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