#hey so the tags on this post are fucking insane by the way (affectionate)

[luthqrs]

"Hey, can I get you anything? Water? Soda? You hungry?" EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 6x02 | 'JJ'

[vngelicc]

⊹₊ ⋆ “that dick make my soul smile,”

TAGS — creampie, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk (LOTS), jk’s a sleazy mess at first, oc is done, mamas is stressed out, rough sex, jk rocks her shit 💀, some praise here n there, jk’s affectionate tonight, sex tapes r mentioned again, shower sex(?) not rlly, possessive!jk, breeding kink, never ending saga of jk saying “mama” or “ma”

WORD COUNT — 2.6 k

“Trash, trash, trash,” you mumble to yourself while you sort out the mail in your hands, “oh definitely trash.” You sigh and shake your head. You’re knocked out of your thoughts when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle and pull you back, “What the hell–” You hiss in surprise.

“Hey mama.” Jungkook’s stupid voice comes from behind, you already know he’s sporting a stupid grin on his fucking face. You shove his arms off and turn around to look at him with an annoyed glare, “Oh c’mon don’t be like that, aren’t you happy to see me? You weren’t mad at me like this yesterday when you had my head between your–” You quickly reach up to cover his mouth and look around the empty hall.

“Are you insane? There’s people around, Jesus, you don’t have any shame do you?” You side eye him, “First off,” you shake your head, “what are you doing here? I didn’t text you and Jiho didn’t ask, so why are you here?” You give him a look, “And if you’re looking for Jiho you’d know he’s on a camping trip with his cousins.”

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Can’t a man come see his baby mama anymore? Shit you suck the fun out of trying to surprise you baby,” he shakes his head but you know, Jeon Jungkook isn’t fooling anyone and certainly not you.

“You forgot, didn't you.” You scoff, “Of course you did, what else did I expect? This camping trip is all Jiho talked about last week and yet you still manage to forget that because you’re thinking with your other head.” You roll your eyes and turn to unlock the front door, “Sometimes I wonder what Jiho even fucking sees in you, you’re a deadbeat Jungkook, a deadbeat.”

Jungkook chuckles, “To be fair my other head is the reason you get a good night’s sleep.” He says with a smirk on his lips as he stands there admiring the way your ass looks in that tight pencil skirt you’re wearing. You turn around to shoot him a glare but say nothing else and simply step into your apartment. Jungkook leans against the doorframe with both arms raised, “So, you gonna let me in sweetheart?” He licks his lips, poking his tongue out to push at his lip ring.

You look into his eyes and then down at his lips, “Well?” You shrug your coat and slip your heels off, “You gonna stand there all night or what?” He chuckles quietly and slips into your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“This is new.” Jungkook comments, “Don’t remember you ever smoking.” He inspects the ashtray with a noncommittal hum.

“It’s not just for me.” You say uncharacteristically calm, “I bought it for you, figured you needed one since you love leaving a mess on my patio.” You don’t miss the way he smiles fondly at you, “Don’t get too excited dipshit, I smoke too, don't forget that.” You scoff and disappear down the hall.

Jungkook whistles under his breath and follows after you, “I didn’t say anything ma,” he kicks your bedroom door closed and settles himself over your bed, “what’s up with you? You’re not being your usual angry self.” He watches you go around your room putting things away and picking out your clothes.

“I’m tired Jungkook, I had two meetings back to back and all I wanna do is come home to shower and sleep. Can’t do that because you decided to come bother me at this fuckin’ hour.” You mumble and then throw a pair of panties at him full speed, “Don’t think I didn’t see the shit you posted either, you’re not funny.”

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “Really? Cause I thought it was hilarious, I think it perfectly describes us.” He cheekily grins at you with that dumb lovestruck look of his.

You stop to give him an exasperated look, “Jungkook,” sigh, “telling people you’re always fucking your baby mama regardless is not funny, neither is saying ‘I fuck her when she mad at me.’ You’re a child.” You shake your head. You throw more clothes onto the bed and grab your robe and towel, “Don’t make a mess in my house Jungkook, I’m not in the mood tonight.”

Jungkook watches you with a pleased smile, “I won’t.” He reaches for your tv remote, “I’ll be rightttt here, sitting like a good boy for you ma.” He winks, “You just go ‘head and shower.” You eyed him suspiciously for a few seconds, he kept smiling goofily so you ended up walking away with no words.

You know he was up to something with the way he kept smiling so stupid. You grumble under your breath and hope he just doesn’t cause you to have a fucking aneurysm or something. You swear this man was going to send you to an early grave at this point.

Everything sounded pretty quiet out there, you heard Jungkook get up at some point but you figured he was going to smoke or get something. He even left the TV on, which you were grateful for because you didn’t do too well with silence. “What are you doing..” You mutter with closed eyes, just enjoying the hot water running down your exhausted body.

You were in the middle of reaching for your loofah when you heard the glass door open and Jungkook step in after you. “Pass me that bottle over there.” You softly hum.

Jungkook whistles softly and tugs you back into him, “Relax baby, let me do all the work.” He says in your ear, “I got you..” He gently pries the loofah out of your hands, “Worked so hard this entire week, baby deserves to rest.” He squirts some of your body wash onto the loofah. You don’t correct him because that’s true, hell you deserved this princess treatment for putting up with his ass too.

He gently ran his hand over your body, lathering your body up in the soap suds leaving you smelling like strawberries. He doesn’t try any funny business surprisingly, when he finishes he puts his hands on your shoulders and begins massaging gently. A quiet moan escapes your lips as relief rushes through you, “Damn you’re stiff as shit here.” Jungkook comments.

You lean your head back on his chest with a closed eye smile, “You’re finally being useful for once.” You chuckle.

“What are you talking about? I fuck you plenty baby, far as I know this dick makes you fall asleep faster than the fucking melatonin you take.” He laughs, making you laugh a little too. Jungkook lets your shoulders go and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards so your back is to his front. “Got you something special.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

“Did you now?” you huff in amusement and gently stroke his arm, “What did you get hm?”

“Nothing much, figured you needed a night in so I ordered some fried chicken and soju.” He lays gentle kisses over your shoulder and buries his face in your neck, “I set up a movie to watch too.”

You turn your head to face him, looking into his eyes before smiling softly and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “Thank you. Guess you’re not a dipshit afterall.” He laughs at your words and you ignore him, opting to press your lips against his once more. Jungkook welcomes you, his fingers dance across your tummy and inch downwards causing your breath to hitch in excitement.

Jungkook’s lips wetly smack against yours, muffled grunt leaving him as he holds you tighter against him. The kiss initially started off slow and more controlled, now it’s wet and messy with sloppy noises filling the space between you two. You pant into his mouth and your eyes flutter open to look at him pleadingly.

Jungkook grins softly as he pushes you towards the glass, “There you go baby, let loose for me, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” He has you pressed right up against the glass, tits smushed and hands on either side of you. You bite your lip and push your ass back against his thick cock, it’s hot and throbbing against your cheek making you all the more eager to get it inside of you.

“Look at you, pussy’s drooling all over my cock,” he bites his lip and swipes his cockhead through your dewy slick folds, “hear that? ‘s your pussy callin’ out to me baby.” He pushes in slightly, letting the tip pop in with a lewd squelch.

Your lips part in a breathy moan and you push back for more but he stops you with a gentle hand on your hip. “Not here baby, relax for me.” He says as he lets his cock slip out, “Gonna fuck your pussy with my fingers first, get you nice and stretched out before I fuck you with my cock.” He cups your pussy in his hand and lets his fingers slip through the mess dripping from your folds.

Jungkook takes his time opening you up, slipping his middle and then his ring finger into you until they’re knuckle deep. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, this is exactly what you needed after those long hours in the office this entire week. Jungkook does not disappoint when he begins pumping them in and out slowly, making sure he hits every nook and cranny inside of you.

“There we go,” Jungkook whispers and begins kissing down your neck, “doing so good for me mama,” he sucks a hickey into your skin, “let go for me.” He nibbles on your earlobe and uses his other hand to wrap around your throat, not choking–simply holding it.

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean your head back on his shoulder, “Oh fuck yes,” you sigh in bliss, “right there.” You circle your hips, gasping when his fingers brush against your g-spot.

Jungkook pulls you back in and kisses up your neck slowly, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby, look at you, dripping all over my fingers like a little cock hungry slut. Bet you missed this dick baby, need me to come fuck it in your needy little pussy, have you all spread on the bed for me begging for more,” he whispers as he kisses the side of your face, “you gonna be a good girl and take it?” He jabs his fingers into your g-spot causing a burst of pleasure to hit you.

“Yeah,” you pant softly, “want it deep inside,” you bite your lip and spread your thighs a bit wider, “need it so bad.” You whimper quietly and push back on his fingers.

Jungkook chuckles breathily, “Yeah..” He moves his fingers faster, jostling you as your back arches, “Make it messy for me sweetheart, go ‘head and cum,” he has you locked in place, keeping you from moving anywhere. His fingers piston in and out of you rapidly, loud squelching noises resonating as bits of slick drip down your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck..!” You gasp and clench down, “C-Coming..” You hump his fingers desperately, “K-Keep going, right there, right there,” you whimper out and feel your orgasm come crashing down on you, hitting harder as all the stress lifts itself from your body.

Jungkook slows down until you’re whining in overstimulation, “Clean ‘em.” He slips his wet messy fingers into your mouth, “Fuck.” He groans, “C’mere baby.” He turns you around and lifts you up in his arms, “Need you on my cock.”

“Wait, the water!” You reach behind blindly to turn the knob, groaning when he begins sucking on your soft tits.

.

“Fuck..!” You throw your head back on the pillow with gritted teeth. He’s fucking you so fast and hard you’re honestly no sure what to focus on anymore..him? The skin slapping? The bed creaking? He’s not making it so easy either with the way he’s groaning and panting right by your ear.

Jungkook has you folded under him, his hands grip the back of your thighs and hold them up while he plows your swollen dripping pussy with his fat cock. The room feels stuffy, sheets are strewn about messily and you’re both laid bare in the open without a single care. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his moans are choked up and every so often you feel him throb inside you.

“You like that baby?” He pants breathlessly against your lips, “Got you clenching so tight around my cock, practically drooling all over me.” He rolls his hips against yours smoothly, pelvis pressing down and rubbing along your clit stimulating it. His balls press against your taint with soft palping noises every time he grinds into you.

You shakily claw at his shoulders and moan needily, the angle certainly has your legs feeling like jelly and your poor cunt throbbing from the pounding he’s giving you. “Love it,” you turn your face to slot your lips against his messily, “fills me up so good baby.” You cup his face in your hands and hold him in place while he works his cock in and out of you.

Jungkook lets out a muffled moan as he starts picking up the pace, hips smacking into yours over and over again with deafening slaps. He lets your thighs go in favor of planting them on either side of you on the bed, “Hear that sloppy little pussy? Got it creaming all over my cock and makin’ a mess. Who’s fuckin’ you baby? C’mon tell me.”

“You are.” You whimper out, “Shit–right there,” you mewl.

“That’s right sweetheart, no one else can give it to you the way I can. You can fucking try but at the end of the day this pussy is mine to fuck,” slap, “mine to use,” slap, “mine to breed.” He growls in your ear lowly, “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, so next the time you plan on letting someone else have it you’ll be remembering the way I fucked you so good.” He hisses softly and sits up, landing a set of punishing thrusts on you, making your body bounce a bit off the mattress.

Your head rolls back and you let out a series of staccato moans, crying out for more and scrambling to grip the bed sheets, the pillows, the blankets–anything. He’s fucking you within an inch of your life and you feel like you’re about to pass out from the sweet pleasure mixed with a tiny hint of pain from the way his hips smack into your ass. “Jungkook..!” You sob out.

Jungkook grits his teeth and reaches down to pinch your clit cruelly, relishing in the way your back arches off the bed. “Go on, cum for me little mama.”

With perfectly aimed thrusts and the combination of his fingers on your sensitive bud, you cum for a second time on his cock. He leaves you trembling on the bed, whimpering and whining. Jungkook follows up shortly with a low moan and your name escaping his lips, “Fucking hell.” He whispers breathlessly.

You let your jelly-like legs fall on the bed, “I’m not getting up.” You mutter, “Put the chicken away, ‘m going to sleep..” You turn on your side and curl up, shivering when his cock slips out of your battered pussy.

Jungkook hums, “The things I do for you baby,” he sighs softly as he strokes your thigh up and down, “lucky I love and appreciate you mama so much.” He rolls out of bed and slips his loose sweats on.

“You love me.” You sleepily mumble, “ ‘n you love my pussy.. I love your dick too.” You smile in your sleep, a bit delirious from the fucking and the strong orgasm he had given you.

Jungkook eyes you with a grin, “Damn right I do.”

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[sparkles-oflight]

Traces of kisses behind closed doors

Welcome to another fanfic of mine! I know you can read these separately, but I would actually recommend reading Kamila for some references you might miss if you don't.

Synopsis: Moments before Damon uploaded chapters 3 and 4, Bojan and Kris, and Nace and Jan talk about things that only happen behind closed doors.

This is like Hurt/comfort I think? Honestly, I'm not good at tagging things.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible themes implied: Homophobia

Sitting in the bed that now belongs to him and his lover, Kris scrolled on his phone. Posting pictures, reading comments, seeing people freaking out through stories - in general, just trying to keep up with the flow of information and hype.

He felt two arms around his waist and a soft kiss on his arm.

- Reading comments? - Bojan asked as he tried to glance over his phone screen.

- Yes. - he smiled.

- You are insane. That would just trigger my anxiety.

- Well, I'm not you. - he smiled as he turned to him - I'm not a small flower that can break easily or be simply blown in the wind.

- Oh, feeling poetic, are we? I see.

- Maybe.

Kris kissed him, and, with his hand, he inclined Bojan's chin making the smaller one sit. Bojan savored that soft buttery kiss, yet he couldn't help but smile.

- What? - Kris asked while the other one laughed - What?

- I like seeing you like this. - his fingers started tapping Kris' hands, then arms, inspecting each centimeter of his limbs - I'm glad you enjoyed taking those pictures with Damon. And I'm even more glad you felt free to express yourself... Ever since-

- I know. - Kris took one of Bojan's hands and held it - Hey...do you know what Damon told me, Bojči?

Every time Kris called Bojan by his nickname it made his heart skip a beat. Sure, it's just a nickname that everyone calls him by, but coming from Kris' mouth makes it sound so different and relaxing...Bojan wanted to beg Kris to sing his name to his ear every single night because.... he loves Kris' voice when he's affectionate... God, he needed to stop himself from thinking about it for too long.

- Bojan? You good? You are drooling.

Bojan put his hand in his mouth only to realize he wasn't drooling.

- HAHA, I'm just fucking with you! - he laughed - In all seriousness, Damon told me you were the luckiest man in the world.

- Yet he decided to upload your pictures before mine. - he pouted, turned his head to the side, and crossed his arms.

- Oh? Are you jealous I'm his one muse?

- Maybe. - Kris turned his chin to him softly and kissed him again as Bojan relaxed his body - Or maybe...not. - he talked as Kris kissed him over and over again.

Bojan's mouth found its way to Kris' shoulder and then hand.

- I love your skin.

- Just my skin?

- And your company. And your kisses. – Kris’ hand ran through Bojan's chest - And your hair, and your voice, your eyes, and your beauty... On the inside and outside.

- I only believe I'm beautiful because of you...

- And I'm here to remind you of it every day.

Kris' eyes lit. How he had wished he were with Bojan since day one, but he would no longer waste any time separated from his soulmate... Not ever.

While kissing behind those closed doors, two other boys were in the living room relaxing - or trying to. Nace sat down as he scrolled through social media and Jan laid on the sofa with his legs on top of Nace's thighs and simply looked at the ceiling. His nail polish had practically vanished from his nails, and he was now completely far away from our reality, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he was awake by the touch of Nace, who had put his phone away, on his legs.

- What are you worried about? - Nace asked.

- Damon's pictures.

They had both talked about it before. Even if they were comfortable with each other - more than with anyone else in the world - even if their friends supported them and their relationship...What about the rest?

- Nace...We are from the Balkans. - Jan suddenly blurted it out.

Nace traced his legs with his fingers.

- Everyone around us seems to be okay with our relationship...but what if they aren't? And what about the band? - he began spiraling - What if these photos we post destroy the band's image? What are people going to say when we get back home?

- And you want people who don't love you for who you are near you? - he asked but got no response.

Nace kissed Jan's exposed ankles and then used his hands to help the younger sit on his lap and look into his eyes.

- Jan...I need you to know you are not alone in this.

- I know. - Jan rested his forehead against Nace's - I'm just so tired.

- I know.

Nace knew Jan was tired mentally, he always was. Nace knows why but wouldn't dare to share it with the world. That's the one thing he just wouldn't, not even Damon would get that out of him. That was their secret.

- What if... - Jan grabbed Nace's ears and hair - What if someone tries to hurt you?

- Jan... Have you seen how I look? Most people would run away thinking I would beat them.

- Nace, but everyone knows you don't even hurt a single fly because you love animals so fucking much-

Nace shut him up with a kiss. Then Jan took control of it, making Nace incline more and more on the sofa. Nace placed his hand underneath Jan's shirt to feel his skin. Nace's warm hands filled up Jan's soul, and, when they would stop kissing each other from time to time, they would let some moans escape their lips.

- Better? - Nace asked.

- So much better.

- It's normal to have fears but guess what: I'll be for you anytime. Just like you are for me.

- Thanks. - Jan didn't dare to look at Nace in the eyes.

If he did, he would cry over his big brown eyes. How could he protect this man so important to him? That was his only wish.

But he also thought, that maybe, and just maybe, “being behind closed doors of a closet was bett-“

- Don't you dare think that. - Nace read him like a book.

- Of course not. - he finally looked at him and smiled - I was never going to let those thoughts win.

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Don't ask me what are Kris and Jan's secrets because it happened behind closed doors :)

Polaroid Photos Universe | Recommended next: Ginger shots - lazy day

[vodid]

ok i keep seeing awfully targeted vagueposts about me pertaining to my silly idw-exclusionary prowlsweep campaign — which i didn't expect to have gained so much traction and negative reactions — so, while yes, i understand lighthearted jokes may still hit home a little too closely, i'm not responsible for your feelings /neu. but i get it. we're protective of our blorbos and i have a hard time with the jokes too. especially about prowl and especially especially about idw prowl, believe it or not. i do get upset over them, which i suppose was why i ran my campaign like that. many of the polls (from what i could see, i probably missed a lot) were just "my blorbo is so sweet he deserves to win" but swervesweep was solidly "do not vote for prowl he is a shit man" you can't tell me there wasn't some sort of bias because of idw prowl. there's a difference between lifting up a contender and slandering another so horribly. voting because you hate, not because you love.

so yeah, just like some had gotten upset over my campaign (even if it was a joke), i got upset upon seeing all the negative tags (even if they were jokes). i admit to getting defensive and decided to run a funny campaign focused on g1 and tfa, because there was more love for them and i wanted to try to make something a little silly but positive out of it. like "hey, ignore idw for just a second because i promise there are husband-material prowls." i do admit i may have let my saltiness show through that campaign too much, so this is a bit hypocritical of me and i fully acknowledge that.

i got more to say tho shdfdsfs this got long and messy, sorry. i'll put it under a cut. i don't usually talk this in depth about my opinion of idw prowl (or just. any opinion.) ironically for this exact reason but,,

i so desperately want to like idw prowl. i really do. and in some way, i do like him (surprising, i know). but i can't look past the way the writers and the fandom treat him. that's what i truly hate. he gets insanely (and imo undeserved) bad rep and i was just sick and tired of seeing all the unreasonable hate for him from cherrypickers. so if idw prowl is going to severely /neg affect people's opinions of prowl as a whole, then i'd prefer he didn't exist. that's my harsh and albeit a bit childish truth but i'm not sorry for it.

i dislike his portrayal for a number of reasons in that it's just not him to me. i can certainly acknowledge a character doesn't have to be consistently the same every time, and that idw was meant to be an expansion of these characters and what they can be. but it doesn't mean i like the direction they took with him. what they did to him/had him do. it was like they took his core being, what made his character solidly his, threw it at the mirror to reverse it and wondered why it shattered.

if it weren't prowl, i wouldn't have as much of a problem with his character in idw. but unfortunately, he is. in concept, he is a very interesting character with a beautifully tragic story and maybe i would've liked his skrunkly ass /affectionate. but he's just not my rodrick.

also i can't get past the ableism of his portrayal 🫶 that's not a page in my book i'd like to add besties. and not a page i'm getting into in this post.

it goes so much deeper than "wahh big titty cop man is so mean" like cmoooon. i'm not a coward for asking people to look past his wrongdoings in idw they unequivocally hate him for when literally everybody else in idw has in some way done equally bad or worse things ...but are still unconditionally loved? nah. if they can stop their bias for one (1) second, maybe they could see more. thus, idw-exclusionary campaign. in an attempt to get people to stop seeing every prowl as bad. because like i said, idw taints the fuck out of non-idw prowls. how is that any fair? (and how are we prowl lovers supposed to feel seeing all that?)

these are entirely my opinions. i'm entitled to mine just as you are yours, and i am entitled to spin the campaign in any way i want. idw-exclusionary, pro-jazzprowl, boob-loving 💖, what have you. if you didn't like it, then you were more than welcome to start your own campaign alongside me! you didn't have to leave it to me. should i have maybe tried to convince people why idw prowl's wrongdoings don't make him deserving of such hatred? sure, that'd been nice. but i'm not well enough equipped for that. you can do that tho, i'd love to see it

i can't stop you from vagueposting and i won't tell you your opinions are invalid. but if you get to share your thoughts, i'd like to as well. we can both be critical of these topics in our own way and it'd be nice to come to an understanding instead of having to resort to blocking and vagueposting. (me? the coward? /j) you have every right to do that though, especially if its for your own comfort, and i really can't stop you. but it'd be real nice if we didn't outright attack the person and call them names. this problem is bigger than me. i just happened to speak on it.

all in all, it's not that serious of a situation — or rather, i wish it wasn't and i'm upset that i'm even writing this. i shouldn't have to write this, but you guys cannot for the life of yourselves understand the basic reason behind the campaign. or do you just refuse to? did you think to ask why?

we're both protective of prowl. idw or not. we were on the same team and it's not an awful thing to want to encourage people to consider other prowls before idw. i want them to see he can be good! i want them to see what i see in him. he's just a little blorbo man and it's funny in a bit of a sad way that i'm getting so heated over a fictional character and a silly poll.

sorry to poll ops. i didn't want it to spiral like that. i truly did have a lot of fun running my little campaign, even if it looked a bit (lightheartedly) aggressive. i just wanted my blorbo to win fandom favor for once 💔 jazz vs prowl would have been absolutely hilarious too. even as a non-j/p shipper, i hope you'll agree it'd have been funny to see us losing our minds over having to choose but that's besides the point!

in the end (it didn't even matter) we're all robot lovers. and it's sad we tend to have such a difficult time getting along. i'm here to make art and it's all supposed to be fun and games.

sorry to my many new followers too, this isn't the best first impression. i try to keep this stuff off my blog. i hope u like my art and thanks for sticking around — yes, even u swervesweepers (you absolute TRAITORS /lh /lh 💕)

take care of yourselves

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[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part Eleven

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter, OC background characters

Warnings: language, sexual implications and references, blackmail

Summary: Bucky decides it’s time to come clean to Tony, consequences be damned. Steve has his own bombshell, of sorts.

Author’s Note: Hi. I’m a lazy piece of crud. I wanted to post this earlier but I suck. It’s kinda short too, at least compared to previous parts. There will probably only be a couple parts left, maybe 2-3? I’m posting these chapters as I write so tbd in length lol. And as always, feel free to buy me a coffee!

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“Are you fucking insane?”

Everyone moved back to your apartment to avoid freaking poor Matt out any more. And now there was a standoff in your living room.

“It’s the only course of action that makes sense,” Bucky said in his defense.

“Buck, her dad will skin you alive if he sees those pictures,” Sam said. “Even if he’s somehow fine with it, she’ll lose her job!”

“If we don’t do this, that kid downstairs loses his family!” Bucky shouted back.

Sam groaned in exasperation and ran his hands over his face. “There’s gotta be a way to get the money.”

“There’s not,” you said defeatedly. All eyes turn to you. They initially looked to you for guidance, but your reliance on Bucky gave him the wheel on your own personal highway to hell. “Even if we do give this person the money, there’s only one person we can get that kind of cash from. Bucky’s right. We have to tell my dad.”

“[Y/N], maybe we should brainstorm some other options,” Peter nearly whispered, keeping his voice soft in the midst of the chaos. “I don’t want you to lose your job.”

“I’ll quit,” Bucky said suddenly. “I’ll quit being an Avenger and just do, fuck, private security? Or something.”

You could see the stress and fear and frustration written on his face. In a couple steps, you were standing in front of him and were able to cup his scruffy cheeks as you spoke.

“We’ll figure all that out later.” You perked up on your toes and gave him a short kiss. “But right now, we’re on a bit of a time crunch. I’d like to end this sooner rather than later so… let’s tell Tony.”

With Peter willingly sitting in the open trunk area of the Jeep, everyone was able to fit in one car back to the Tower. The tension inside the vehicle could’ve been cut, sliced, and diced with a knife. No one wanted to say anything, but no one really knew what to say anyway.

Steve was still silent. He didn’t say a word when you discussed telling Tony, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head. He had something to say, he just wasn’t saying it.

By the time you got to the Tower, you felt like you were gonna throw up. You held the envelope with the letter and media tight in your grasp, only letting go to open your door. The second your feet touched the garage floor, Bucky was right beside you.

He kept a firm grip on your hand, squeezing a little extra so you knew he was there with you and wasn’t going to let anything bad (worse) happen. Knowing he was willing to risk his entire livelihood for you made you love him even more. But you knew if it came down to it, you’d give up your position with the Avengers. Even with only two years spent at Stark Industries — just under a year spent with the Avengers (and nearly a year with Bucky) — you’d have no problem getting a new job with any other company. Bucky’s skills were put to the best use saving the world.

As the elevator approached the floor with your dad’s office, Sam finally broke the silence.

“Do you want us to be in there with you? I’m thinking it might be better if it’s just you two.”

You turned to see Peter wringing his hands, subconsciously agreeing with Sam — he clearly didn’t want to be in the room when all this went down but was putting on a brave face to be a good support system. Steve still stood silent with his arms crossed over his chest. Whatever was going on in that head was still festering.

“I think you’re right,” you agreed with Sam. “We’ll come find you once he gets the news.”

Your eyes met Bucky’s and even though he was trying to remain confident for you, there was fear behind those baby blues.

“We’ll be okay,” you said just loudly enough for him to hear.

When you reached the floor you’d been dreading, Sam, Steve, and Peter all turned to go to their designated rooms, partially because it had been a while since all of them had been back, partially to stay far away from the impending outburst.

You took a deep breath and started toward Tony’s office, just to be pulled back into Bucky’s arms. He held you tight, nuzzling his face in your hair and just holding you. You gripped the back of his shirt in response and just took a moment to appreciate the hard muscles of his chest and the weight of his arms around you.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whispered.

Bucky let out a breath and kissed the crown of your head.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

This made you pull back and look up at him.

“Lose me? Bucky, I’m not going to let this affect us. No matter what happens, I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much, Bucky Bear.”

The affectionate nickname made him smile, even if it was just a little quirk of the lips.

“I love you too, Build-A-Bear.”

You let him hold you for a couple more minutes before leading him to your dad’s closed office door. When you slowly pushed the door open, you saw Tony sitting behind his desk with half a dozen holographic screens open in front of him.

“Hey pumpkin, what are you doing here?” he asked, barely taking his eyes off his work for a second.

“Um, I kind of really need to talk to you.” Despite being on close speaking terms with your dad — the kind where you felt comfortable swearing in front of him and joking with him, even sharing some of your secrets — you felt like this was crossing a line.

Of course it was. You were in bed with (his perception of) the enemy.

Tony could tell something was wrong by how timid you sounded. You were always loud and bubbly with him — a quality you definitely got from him. He swiped all of the screens closed and walked around the large desk to stand in front of you. He briefly met Bucky’s eyes as the super soldier stood close behind you.

“What’s going on?”

“You-you should probably sit down for this,” you said shakily. Tony took the seat nearest you instead of walking back behind his desk. “So… you know how I’ve been dating James for, like, 10, 11ish months now?”

“And I still haven’t met him?” Tony said with a quirked brow.

“Yeah.” You forced a chuckle. “Well, when we were going through mail this morning, I… I got this.”

You held up the envelope before sliding out the letter and handing it to your dad. His expression went from curious to furious in seconds as his eyes scanned the entire page.

“They sent pictures. Pictures taken through my apartment windows of me and James. Being… intimate.”

“James who?” your dad asked, still staring at the letter. When you didn’t reply, he looked you in the eye, his expression hard as he demanded, “[Y/N], what is James’s last name?”

You took a short breath, the most your anxiety-gripped lungs could handle, and avoided his gaze as you replied.

“Barnes.”

Tony shot up from his seat, his eyes moving from you to the man behind you. The familiar feeling of a metal hand on your lower back helped ease the anxiety coursing through you at your dad’s reaction. When Tony took a step toward Bucky, you countered with a panicked step between them, looking up at your dad and pleading.

“He didn’t know who I was.”

“Bullshit,” Tony spat. He and Bucky were glaring at each other over your head.

“He didn’t, I swear. He found out the same day everyone else did.”

The grinding of his teeth let you know he was seething. But trying to hold it together for now.

“Let me see the rest,” Tony said calmly, holding his hand out. You reluctantly dropped the photos and DVD into his open palm. Bucky didn’t want to get too affectionate, so he just rested his hand on your hip while Tony flipped through the photos.

Everything was back in order, so he went through the same sequence you did: pap photos, to apartment photos, to sex photos. You could tell when the pictures turned raunchy by the way Tony’s face contorted, tossing the photos down shortly after.

“Friday, play the disc,” he commanded. The video played against the only blank wall in the room, the audio of you and Bucky playing through the speakers.

“Dad, you really don’t need to —” you started, quickly stopped by a sharp glare from your father.

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“I’m gonna put a baby in you. I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tony nearly growled. “Friday, shut it off.”

“I tried to tell you,” you murmured under breath, though not loud enough for him to hear. Bucky did hear it though, evident by the way he squeezed your hip.

Tony leaned forward against his desk, hanging his head in clear frustration. You knew better than to speak up while he contained his emotions, so you stood in silence with Bucky as your dad sighed heavily and spoke to himself under his breath.

“You just have something against me, don’t you?” Tony said accusingly to Bucky.

“Don’t do that,” you scoffed. “You don’t get to do that. If you’re going to get mad at anyone, it needs to be me.” You never got snappy with your dad, but everything weighing on your shoulders frayed your nerves and his attitude didn’t do anything to fix it. “I’m the one who knew full well what we were doing. I’m the one who had all the details. I’m the one who chose to risk everything for this from the start. So if you’re really that mad, take it out on me. Otherwise, help us. We’ll get to the semantics and firing and all that bullshit later. Right now, there are literal lives on the line.”

Tony was still fuming until he heard the last line.

“What do you means ‘lives on the line’?”

Bringing Steve, Sam, and Peter in helped all of you explain what happened, from the note you received to the first viewing of the photos and video to the confrontation with Matt, but not without Tony grilling all of them about when and how they found out about you and Bucky. Peter looked nervous about keeping a secret from his boss, but you knew your dad wouldn’t do anything too bad to the kid. Maybe kick him off a couple missions, but nothing noteworthy. Steve and Sam looked like they really couldn’t care less, especially since Sam was the last to know.

Despite still wanting to rip Bucky’s arm off and beat him with it, Tony remained civil for your sake, at least until all of this was sorted.

The first step was getting Peter, Happy, and Pepper to try to track down where the letters came from, which likely meant scanning for fingerprints (despite how many hands held it that day alone). The second step was for you, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Steve to scope out your building and any neighboring buildings someone may have been scoping your apartment from. There was no one someone could’ve been dangling outside your windows without you noticing. The third step was meeting with your doorman again to try to piece together some answers.

You all agreed to keep local law enforcement out of it so the culprit didn’t catch on as quickly. Having a few Avengers and Tony Stark show up at Tony’s daughter’s apartment wasn’t out of the ordinary so you could still stay under wraps. There was no reason to draw attention to your place and possibly trigger the mystery person into accelerating their plans.

With your dad’s confidence in the plan, you gradually grew more and more optimistic about the plan. If all else failed, Tony would get the two million and continue tracking the fucker down. It wouldn’t be hard to sneak a tracker into the cash and watch where it goes once it’s out of your hands. That’s when you could bring in local law enforcement.

It felt like things were finally going your way.

As you and your crew headed downstairs to drive back to your place, Steve grabbed your arm and tugged you to the side.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and followed him down the hall; Bucky was busy talking to Sam and Tony was on the phone briefing Rhodey so he could stand guard outside your doorman’s place for a while, giving you the perfect opportunity to step away for a minute. When Steve pulled you into a side room, you finally spoke up.

“What’s up? Is everything okay?”

Steve crossed his arms and huffed. That signature frown of his softened when he met your concerned gaze.

“I know we’re not necessarily close, but I consider you a friend. You know that, right?”

“I consider you a friend too,” you said with a nod.

“What I’m about to say... I need you to keep it between us. Don’t tell Bucky or Sam or Peter or your dad. Just between us, at least for now. Okay?”

“O-okay...? You’re making me nervous, Steve,” you admitted. “What’s going on?”

“I think I know who’s blackmailing you.”

[crescentfool]

What do u like so much about persona 3? (I found ur account when i was looking for templates so I dont actually know much about it!!)

Do u reccomend it?

hey hey!! its totally fine to not really know much about persona 3- i think that's understandable, and i am more than happy to share a brief overview of why i like it (with no spoilers!)

the short answer is, yes, i do recommend p3! i've been into p3 for around 7 months now and it's still been stuck with me, lol.

for a textbook answer/summary on what p3 is- persona 3 is a part of the persona game series, which incorporates elements of mythology, jungian psychology, and tarot cards as game motifs! with persona 3 specifically, the journey of the protagonist focuses on the themes of death, and the meaning of life.

i find that the themes of p3 are really resonant with me- there's just something so profound about media that discuss the purpose of life, and making the most of living. and the characters that i gravitate to the most are ones that in my eyes, exemplify those themes (looking at you, minato, ryoji, hamuko and aigis). i wont go into too much detail but like. GOD does this game's themes make me insane (affectionate, ofc).

as persona 3 is a 15-year old game, i would say that the most convenient way to get to know the plot would be by watching the four movies (#1: spring of birth, #2: midsummer's knight dream, #3: falling down, #4: winter of rebirth). the movies in are a little less than six and a half hours and do a great job of condensing the events of a 80-hour long JRPG. i binge watched the four movies of the course of three days and i can say it was definitely worth it, even without knowing anything about the game!

if you find yourself wanting more depth- then i'd recommend playing either persona 3 fes (PS2) or persona 3 portable (PSP), as you can live out the day-to-day life of the protagonist and get a chance to become better acquainted with the characters! the gameplay is a bit dated, admittedly, but there's always playthroughs and compilation videos that show the highlights of the game w/o playing it.

and in regards to my own relationship with persona 3- i find that it's one of those pieces of media that i am happy/proud to say that i'm a fan of- and not tack on degrading jokes/insults about being into it (y'know how some fans of some pieces of media say "god im so cringe for being into <xyz piece of media>?" yeah that's not how i feel about p3 at all LMAO).

i think that's all i have to say about p3 from a general sense! i really adore this game and it's characters- their dynamics definitely live in my head and i certainly want to protect them all (they have so much to deal with 😭).

i would have said "check out my tags underneath the art i reblog and/or post!!" but then i realize i say stuff like "FUCK IM GONNA BANG MY HEAD INTO A WALL I MISSED THESE TWO SM IM A CRYING CAT" and i dont think that explains my emotions all that well 😂 (but i do think it shows that i love p3 nevertheless)

but aNYWAY this is getting really long LOL. i hope that this long response makes it evident that i love p3 and if you ever want to give it a try, i sincerely hope you enjoy it! thank you for sending me this ask, i love to occasionally unleash my passion for my hyperfixations into this void that we call the internet. may you have all of the fun times unleashing your own thoughts into the void too, cog! ✨🎉🙌

[stomp-that-ho-regard]

I typically don’t do asks (I've only ever gotten a few), but a recent one got my gears turning and I wanted to reply.

(This is a secondary blog, so I can’t answer asks in the usual way.)

Your post about the retcon is so fucking good, I wish every critter saw it and actually thought about how shitty it was done, but then their belief in the cast and show would probably start cracking.

Thank you for liking the retcon post. I’ve seen various people in the tags thank me for making that post and have said that it’s helped them ‘feel less insane’. None of us are insane. We are not delusional. We didn’t experience a mass hallucination. These things happened, and they’ve been thoroughly documented. Hundreds of hours of material over the course of three years.

The people who should read that post won’t ever see it because I have all those assholes blocked lol. If they did manage to find it somehow, I know they would just mock it, as they’re wont to do with any of our criticisms. They’re so far up CR’s ass, they’ve convinced themselves that a retcon didn’t happen. Even shoving the literal definition of the word in their faces wouldn’t wake them up.

It's just so fucking weird to see how the group is acting now, and I'm pretty sure we're never gonna get a Laura&Marisha episode picture and a TM episode with those 2 for the rest of the campaign. It feels like when a non-canon wlw ship gets big on a TV show and suddenly the actresses can't be seen or interact with each other anymore🙄 it's the same fucking pattern and like you, I thought I wouldn't have to deal with this on a d&d show.

I specifically want to address the “It feels like when a non-canon wlw ship gets big on a TV show and suddenly the actresses can't be seen or interact with each other anymore” because I’ve thought about that pattern too. (Not so much with Marisha/Laura ‘cause them being on TM together is already a rare combo. If they don’t appear much or at all going forward, I don’t think it’s because of this, though it really wouldn’t surprise me. But, I have been thinking about that specific pattern in regard to their characters.)

I can make a comparison between this situation and what happened with the show A/gent Carter and the way the ship Cart/inelli was handled.

I know that might sound weird, but stay with me here lol...

I want to make it clear that I’m not comparing the relationships at all. Cart/inelli did not have nearly the same amount of build-up and depth as Beaujester, (or quite frankly, their level of possibility.) What I am comparing is the creators over-the-top reactions to these characters being shipped so hard and the extreme measures they went to in order to ‘remedy’ that.

The ship included P/eggy Carter and A/ngie Martinelli. The show was set in New York. Angie was a waitress (who wanted to be an actress/be on Broadway) at the diner that Peggy frequented. They ended up talking quite a bit and became fairly close. That ended up kind of becoming the core relationship in the entire first season, and LOTS of people started shipping it.

At the time, no one was calling us crazy or delusional. At most it was, “This is ABC! They’re not gonna pair her with a woman!” and of course the obligatory “But Peggy’s not gay!”. But no one was calling us names or being generally cruel. And anyone who tried it was ignored because everyone else drowned them out. The ship became extremely popular on Tumblr and Twitter. Both actresses were very positive and supportive. They regularly liked/retweeted romantic Cart/inelli fanart on Twitter. Even one of the female writers on the show got behind it too. It was asked about frequently at conventions and no one booed or rolled their eyes. The questions were never dismissed or made into a joke. (Honestly, this was one of the better overall fandom experiences I’ve had on here.)

And all of us were super excited for S2. Not just because of all the support, but because they had ended S1 with Peggy and Angie moving in together. Peggy had purchased, either it was a really fancy apartment or house (my memory is fuzzy on this), and she literally asked Angie to stay with her. Needless to say, that fueled the flames even more.

But despite the actresses and at least one writer being on board, between S1 and S2, something shifted.

Clearly, the showrunner and/or the execs, took a look at all of this and deemed it a ‘problem’. When S2 finally came around, suddenly everything was different. Instead of both of them living together in New York, instead of it being an organic (I’m beginning to hate that word) continuation from where they left off, Peggy decided to move to Los Angeles to do work for some agency out there or something, and Angie stayed in New York. It’s never explained why. It’s never explained why a woman who so badly wanted to be an actress would NOT want to go to LA, where Hollywood is. LA was never mentioned in S1. There were no hints that Peggy might want to fly out to the West Coast at some point. She seemed perfectly happy in NY, basically setting up house with Angie.

And they didn’t even ease into the change. They just got rid of the character. The actress was bummed about it and Cart/inelli fans tried to put pressure on the showrunner/writers to bring Angie back, which the actress completely supported, but even that fell on deaf ears. So, Angie was simply no longer an entity on that show. Conveniently removed. All the excitement we had was crushed. And of course, the second that Peggy got out to LA, she suddenly had a very obvious male love interest. What a surprise.

The showrunner/writers were not subtle about what they thought about our ship and us. They made the most extreme, nonsensical writing decision in order to permanently separate these two characters. Because, hey, that’s the only way to get the shippers to STOP, right?

This was what I was reminded of when I started seeing the turn that post-hiatus CR was taking. It ended up being a weird combination of kneejerk erasure (BJ) and heavy-handed overcompensation (BY).

But of course, CR is not a TV show, it’s D&D. And they can’t force one of their PCs to just disappear, so what do they have to resort to? Not interacting.

We all know how severely neutered Beau and Jester’s general relationship has become. It’s clear to me that both Marisha and Laura felt they had to do that. They had to suddenly have their characters stay away from each other as much as possible so they could prioritize Fjord and Yasha, and speed-run into romances with them. They started acting as if either of them giving the other one ounce of affectionate attention (like they had been doing so often and so naturally before), would be breaking some sort of hidden ‘relationship code’. Almost like if they ever hugged again, the studio would go down in flames.

The very obvious fact that they went to these lengths, to me, proves two things...

One, it proves the retcon even more, because you can tell that the way they behaved with each other DID in fact change. The frequency of interactions and the way those interactions would play out. Whenever they interact now, it seems like they’re trying to keep it as short, thin, and almost comedic (to the point of goofiness, and not in a good way) as possible. Their engagement seems half-assed and dull. The sounds of their voices, their facial expressions... completely sanitized. Even all the physicality they had is gone; the touches, the hugs, the cuddling. Every single aspect is different and they absolutely did that intentionally. This had to happen because they needed to dupe the viewers into believing that despite overall interest waning, their threadbare connections to Fjord and Yasha are more important, and were always more important then their connection to each other, that we all watched them steadily build. (And watched them pick up steam from about ep70 onwards.)

And two, that whole intentional decision to cut themselves off from each other, proves to me that their interactions pre-hiatus were indeed tinged with ‘something extra’, that was more than just friendship. They both recognized it and that’s why they pulled back so hard. That’s why soft touches and hugs and cuddling are no longer ‘allowed’. That’s why quiet, heartfelt conversations are no longer ‘allowed’. Because if there was absolutely nothing there, if they didn’t see/feel any romantic chemistry simmering underneath, and it was all just platonic BFF stuff, why would they suppress their behavior so drastically?

I think that all of this really does cement what I said in my retcon post: That there are disingenuous patterns being used here that I’ve seen far too often in media. In A/gent Carter, it was a character separation, in CR it was a character dynamic separation. Both done on purpose, to make the shippers shut up, and to push a different plot.

One is scripted, the other is unscripted, but the situations feel disgustingly similar, don’t they?

[theexecutionerssong]

Hey Gaëlle ! Est-ce-que tu aurais des recommendations de fic Destiel ? Sans trop de smut, surtout pas beta/Omega (c'est même plus du smut à ce niveau-là...) et beaucoup de pining ? ( Je devrai être en train de réviser mes partiels d'ailleurs... 😅). Merci beaucoup ! 😌

Hellooo ! Alors tu as frappé à la bonne porte parce que je lis jamais de smut, ou alors quand c’est dans des longues fics, je passe juste ces passages là. (mais j’aime beaucoup les fic a/b/o qui ont pas de smut, parce que les sentiments sont quintuplés donc pining + angst on a whole other level). Y’a peu de fluff dans mes fics préférées, love me some angsty life and death moments, mais ça finit toujours bien. Enfin. Vérifie les tags quand même :)))) J’ai mis les liens, si y’a pas c’est qu’elles ont été supprimées mais j’ai les pdf donc hit me up.Et révise tes partiels !!!!

CANON

A turn of the earth -https://archiveofourown.org/works/5138552/chapters/11825306

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

Probably my favorite fic set in Canon. It’s set around season 11, and I love how we dive into Dean’s past pre-series and then as time goes by, we catch up with the show timeline’s. It’s incredibly well written.

525,600 Minutes - https://archiveofourown.org/works/507228/chapters/892693

A man wakes up alone on the streets of Detroit. Lost and somehow forgotten, he's dressed in blood-soaked clothing without memories and without a name.

This is his journey to find it.

It was first published in 2012 set after s5, but it was rewritten last year. I still have the old version for nostalgia’s sake but the new version is even better. It’s got some amnesia so great for pining :))))

The inexhaustible silence of houses -https://archiveofourown.org/works/560268/chapters/1000755

Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh.

But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Listen, I cried. I cried SO MUCH. There was a lil fandom war going on for a time between which was the hardest, this one or Twist and Shout, and both destroy me completely. But this one is set in canon and closer to the characters, to me, so I’ll always recommend this one first (unless you want a happy ending, in which case, don’t read it)

Only if for a night - https://archiveofourown.org/works/826303

Castiel is captured by a djinn. Dean goes slightly crazy, and Cas discovers a thing or two about himself.

I’m a sucker for Dean/Cas in Djinn verse and this one is by far my favorite.

The Bird That Feels The Light (not slash) https://archiveofourown.org/works/210860

AU from 5.18 (or thereabouts). Castiel awakens in the middle of a smoking crater, stranded and very much human. According to the people who have discovered him, it’s six months to the day after Michael and Lucifer faced off on the field of battle outside of Detroit, and Castiel isn’t the only one to have returned. When, at his insistence, they take him to this other person, he finds a child –a little boy– and realizes that, contrary to all his expectations, he has been reunited with Dean Winchester. The world has changed in their absence, and not for the better. Sam is gone, whether dead or simply missing is uncertain. Castiel is given the name of a man in Idaho who may have answers for him. He is faced with the task of travelling cross-country with Dean, who is dependent on him now in ways he never was before, in order to discover the truth. But along the way, as he and Dean learn to know and trust each other once more, Castiel begins to realize that the answers he thought he wanted might not be the ones he needs.

It’s not slash at all since Dean is a kid but I’ve read it probably about 20 times and I still love it as the first time. There’s just something about human Castiel carrying a 4 year old Dean across the world and fighting monsters and demons and humans to survive that gets to me.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built - https://archiveofourown.org/works/747324

Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.) A post-08.17 Goodbye, Stranger story.

If you want pining, this one is definitely for you.

Last Man Standing - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8363328/1/Last-Man-Standing

This one is set just after the season 7 finale, it’s a Purgatory fic with so.much.pining I always need to hold a pillow to my chest when I read it or I go insane sdfghjkl I haven’t read it in probably 4 years but I remember absolutely loving it.

Outrun my gun - https://archiveofourown.org/works/281887/chapters/448388

"The two of you are so stubborn you've made Heaven blink." Finally convinced that Sam and Dean will never say yes and accept their destinies, Heaven and Hell come up with a new plan, one that will redraw the Apocalypse and make everything run much more smoothly. All they need is Dean Winchester's soul.

Don’t mind the MCD tag, it’s got a happy ending. Also a classic set in canon, it’s from 2011 so quite oldish but it’s incredible how the characterization is on point. Love love love it.

AU

Tramps Like Us

Dean Winchester's life is falling apart. He's lost his job, his apartment, and his brother, all in one day. He seems to break everything he touches. Frustrated and alone, he drives off into the night with no idea where he's headed. But then he meets Castiel Novak, a quiet and reclusive man with a haunted past, and suddenly he finds himself with a very specific destination in mind.

I feel like everyone has read Tramps Like Us but just in case, I’ll put it on the list. Not sure what I can say that hasn’t been said by half this website already but well… it deserves the hype.

Til The Last - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1001935/chapters/1984189

When the war came, Dean Winchester was determined that he was not going to get involved. He had more important things to worry about than some rich man’s fight. He had work on the farm and he had taking care of his family. Nothing else was worth his worry. But in August in the Year of Our Lord 1863, when the soldiers came knocking, they weren’t asking. They dragged Dean away. 

Dean and Cas have been best friends since they were kids. When Dean is drafted into the Confederate army, to what lengths will Castiel go to ensure that Dean makes it back home alive?

OH BOY. OHHHHH I could talk about that one until the day I die. It’s a complete AU but it has great parallels to canon, it’s incredibly well written, humanity in all it’s ugly truth and “I will fight for you ‘til the last, Dean Winchester” jesus christ it’s so good, so good

Out of the Deep - https://archiveofourown.org/works/548878

Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep.

It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep.

Castiel should have listened better.

I love everything she writes but I think this one if my favorite. It’s sooooo long, and angsty as fuck but all ends well and it has some very fluffy moments. If you’re into this kinf of AU then 100% go for it.

To Raise a King - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1961403

This must be some kind of horrible joke at Castiel’s expense. Is he truly expected to protect a King? One who has been their enemy for as long as he can remember? He is much more suited to being a part of the army, or at the very least someone who helps to train the knights. That would be far more preferred than having to watch over the King. It means Castiel would get to keep fighting – and that’s the only way he knows to give meaning to his life.

An AU too, Cas is tasked to watch over Sam and Dean -there’s an 8 year age difference between Dean and Cas. I loved it because it’s set over about 15 years and Cas is asexual and I love time period AU in general :’)

Painted Angels https://archiveofourown.org/works/1085792

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing. Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

This one is hard to read because for the most part, it’s heartbreaking. There are happy flashbacks all along but it’s still hard when what happens in the present it’s a fucking tragedy. But I would still read it a thousand times over, and the timestamp completely make up for all the pining and the angst. It’s rare to find fics that last an entire lifetime.

[unknownauthor]

The Best Thing (Your Secret Love pt. 3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: cheating, smut, jealousy, pining, fight

Summary: Billy comes clean to Tonya and tries to prove himself worthy of you

Tags: @barnes-natasha @xlatinaaxx

A/N: I love this story more than I should. Also, I haven’t written actual smut in a while so forgive me if it’s terrible. Also, I’ll be making a post, if you want to be tagged in this story just like the post I share.

Part 1 Part 2

How do you do it? You got me losing every breath. What did you give me? To make my heart beat out my chest? I think we’re close enough, I wanna lock in your love, I think we’re close enough, could I lock in your love baby?

She was walking by herself, books over her head, in the pouring rain. Billy turned his stereo down and pulled up to the side of the road. She looked so small and frail under the pounding of the rain.

“Hey!” he shouted, rolling down his window. The girl turned her head, looking at him with wide eyes. “Get in!” he shouted. The girl stood, unmoving as rain pelted down on her. Billy cursed under his breath and pushed open the door. “Get in.” she didn’t wait for him to ask again.

“Thank you.”

They drove in silence for a while. Billy looked at her out the corner of his eye. She was pretty, quiet and soaking wet. The rain was coming down even harder now, he pulled over, not wanting to get an accident because he couldn’t see, and put the car in park.

What are you doing?” she asked, panic evident in her voice, he chuckled.

“Relax, we have to wait out the storm.” she made an ‘o’ shape with her mouth. His eyes flickered to her lips. “You have a beautiful mouth.” he said before he could stop himself. She blushed, covering her mouth with her hand, he could see the smile she was trying to hide.

“Yeah right, you say that to all the girls Hargrove?” he shook his head, kicking himself for sounding stupid.

“Nah….I just….I’m sorry.” she smiled at him then.

“Thank you for the compliment I think.” they chuckle together, Billy stretches out his hand.

“By the way my name is Billy. Not just Hargrove.” she took his hand, her palm was soft and smooth against his calloused fingers.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” her smile could light up a dark room.

“Thanks for staying to help me clean up tonight. I really appreciate it.” I smile at Tonya as I throw away empty beer cans and paper trash. The party ended a couple hours ago, Y/N left with Steve. And as irritated as it made me, I had to bite my tongue and watch her go.

“No problem.” I say to her, turning my back. She comes up behind me, her hand slides up my chest slowly. I reach up and grab it, pushing her off. She takes a step back and when i look back i can tell she feels dejected, not used to my rejection.

“What’s wrong Billy?” she asks me. I swallow hard and look out at the empty street. I wish I was with Y/N. I wish I was curled up in her arms, her fingers in my hair, my mouth on her perfect breasts, just together. I’ve never felt that contentment before. Safety. Only with her. “It’s Y/N...Isn’t it?” Tonya asks. I turn my head in surprise.

“How do you-”

“I saw the way you looked at her Billy.” she crosses her arms over her chest, folding in on herself. “And….I saw you walk outside with her.” I lick my lips, trying to figure out what to say. I mean-I have never had to come clean like this before. I’ve never cared like this about someone before.

“Tonya….” I don’t know what to say. No matter what I do, someone ends up hurt. “Tonya I don’t know how to-”

“How long have you been sleeping with her.” her voice is demanding, harsh and there’s a tremor of pain beneath it. I sigh and pull out a cigarette, lighting it before I decide to respond.

“One month.”

“How often?”

“A couple times a week.” Tonya’s eyes fill with tears, her nostrils flare angrily. I reach out but she flinches back, moving away from me.

“Don’t touch me. Get out.” she hisses. I stand for a moment, unsure if it’s what she really wants. She glares at me. “Now.”

“I’m sorry.” I say, picking up my coat. “I really am.” I turn to leave, but then think better of it. “No….I’m not sorry.” I say.

“Excuse me?” I shrug my shoulders.

“I’m not sorry i fell in love. For the first time in my life I’ve met someone….Someone who drives me insane but that I want to be with every moment...I’m sorry it’s not you. I’m sorry i lied to you and I hurt you….But I’m not gonna back down and walk away with my tail between my legs. I don’t regret falling in love with her-” Tonya slaps me. Hard, across the face. I look at her, stunned into silence as tears fall down her cheeks.

“Get out Billy.” she doesn’t say another word, just turns on her heel and leaves me to show myself out.

Third Person P.O.V

Y/N sighed as she climbed into bed. Still a little tipsy, she giggles as she falls back into bed.

This night had been great. Nancy had really helped her to gain her new found confidence, she managed to attract the attention of Steve Harrington and she stood her ground with Billy. It really had been a great night and she smiles as she drifts into an uneasy sleep.

She doesn’t know what time it is.But she can hear a soft tapping on the window. She sits up, groaning as a hangover begins to make its way into her conscious mind. The tapping continues, increasing in speed and almost to a knocking sound. When she turns on her light she sees him.

“Billy?” he stands outside her window, arm wrapped around himself, the other knocking persistently as he stared at her. Y/N got out of bed and padded over to the window, lifting it up, but blocking him so he can’t climb into her room. “What are you doing here-”

Billy surges forward, pressing his lips to hers hard. Her grabs her face, holding her to him as he kisses her fiercely and passionately.

“I love you.” he gasps when he finally lets her go for air. “I broke up with Tonya. I love you.” she stares at him for a moment in disbelief and begins to shake her head.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Do you believe this?” he turned his head, the red mark was still there from when she slapped him. “I told her the truth…” his eyes plead with her.

Y/N doesn’t know what to say. She takes in his disheveled appearance, can smell booze on his breath. He reaches out, pressing his hand to her cheek. ‘Please...Believe me Y/N. I just want you….I just want you.” Y/N hesitates, gripping the edge of the window.

“I’m sorry too.” She says, surprising Billy.

“For what?”

“I knew what I was doing. And I knew it meant I would never actually have you. But even a couple hours with you seemed so good to me. I gave in...I’m sorry.”

“Can I come in?” Billy asked. Y/N knew it was a bad idea, but against her better judgement she moved aside. Billy hopped into the room effortlessly, towering over her, he reaches out, taking her hand. “You have me now.”

“When did you become such a sap?” He chuckled, leaning down close to her face.

“When I realized you were the best thing that ever happened to me. I mean that. I’m not affectionate. I’m not romantic….but I can try. I can try to be that for you.” He pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.” Her hands moved to his chest as he began to kiss her again, he groaned, knees almost buckling. He had longed for her touch, and now she was here, in his arms. “God I missed you,” he groans, his lips left hers to trail down her neck and across her collar bone. She knots her fingers in his hair as his hands press into her back, pulling her closer to him and dipping her.

“It hasn’t even been a full day.”

“You can’t get enough of me.” Y/N chuckles, biting his lip gently. He sits her back up and pushes her back towards the bed. Once she’s on her back he climbs over her on his knees. She takes her hands and runs them up his jean clothed thighs, the muscles still taut through the fabric. His eyes roll back and he bites his lip. He leans down, one hand on the side of her head, pressing into the mattress as he brings his other hand to trace her lips with his pointer finger.

“I love you.” she finally says. He hesitates, his finger pausing on the edge of her lips.

“I know,” he smiles, setting back to lift his shirt over his head. She watches in awe as his muscles flex and she takes in his perfect upper torso. “You know,” he says in a teasing tone. “We’ve never made love in your bed before.”

“We’ve never made love before.” It was true. Billy never called it love making. It was always fucking, but the way he was acting and handling her, she could tell this time was going to be very different.

“No...we haven’t.” he says thoughtfully, his eyes intense as he takes her in. He pulls her up into a sitting position, his eyes never leaving hers as he begins to pull her night shirt over her head. Once it’s off he looks down at her breasts, leaning down to place soft kisses to each of them. She sighs, tilting her head back. “You like that?” he asks. She nods.

“Yes.” he drags his tongue up between her breasts and over her collar bone, sucking a soft bruise just at the juncture of her neck. She reaches out, she can feel him, rock hard and straining against his jeans. She reaches down, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

“Ooh, slow down baby.” he smells like cigarettes, cheap liquor and cologne. She leans into his chest, taking in as much of his scent as she can. She reaches into his jeans and wraps her hand around his thick, warm cock. She pumps it a few times, earning a hiss of pleasure from him.

He grabs her by the back of her head, tangling his hand in her hair and lifts her off of his chest. His eyes are dancing with lust and a playful smirk on his face.

“Lay. Back.” he says slowly, deliberately dragging his tongue across his lips. She eagerly lays back, resting against the pillows in just her panties. He smiles, running his hands up and down her body. “You’ve always been so soft.” he moans as his hands graze the side of her hip. He hooks his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulls them down. He stops, suddenly looking up at her with honest vulnerability. “I don’t know how to make love….” it sounds so ridiculous, but the way he says it breaks her heart. She reaches up, interlocking her hands with his.

“Take your pants off and come here.” she whispers. He does as she instructs, climbing off the bed and fumbling out of his jeans and boxer briefs. She takes him in, the moonlight shining in the room casts beautiful shadows and light off of his perfectly imperfect body. He smiles at her shyly as he crawls back on the bed and over top of her. She sighs as he lays down on top of her, propping himself up on his elbows. “What happens tomorrow Billy?” she asks.

“Whatever you want…..I don’t care. As long as I have you I’ll be alright.” she smiles, reaching up to press her hand into his cheek, he turns his head and kisses her palm.

“I want you to kiss me….and touch me….do what feels good.” she looks him in the eye. “I trust you.”

Your P.O.V

Billy nods, he looks confused for a moment, but then slowly lets his hand glide up my thigh to cup my sex. I gasp as he presses hand against my clit, grinding his palm against me. He smirks, satisfied by my reaction and bends his head down, taking my left breast in his mouth and massaging my right breast with his other hand. A low, guttural growl rips through his throat as he applies more pressure to my clit. I spread my legs and try to rub myself against him, he chuckles, pulling away from my breast. He looks up, keeping eye contact as he kisses his way down my body, the dips of my hip bones, until he’s level with my core. His breath is hot and warm against me.

“Billy…” I moan, gripping the pillows beneath me. He reaches up, locking his hands on my hips hard enough to hold me down, but not hard enough to hurt me.

“I want you to feel everything.” he growls. Before I can even think he leans in, sucking and licking at my entrance. I put my hand over my mouth, my parents are home, sleeping in their room down the hall. Billy must know this as well, he usually makes loud, slurping noises that I have to keep myself from giggling. Tonight he’s quiet, methodically making out with my cunt.

“Mmmmm…..fuck…” I whimper. When I look down I see his eyes, piercing blue, staring at me with interest and curiosity. My stomach is tightening, the coil of arousal within my body growing tighter and tighter. He pushes his tongue inside of me, sucking hard on my clit as he does this, I pant, trying to squirm, to move, to jerk….

“Fuck...I love it when you’re like this.” Billy says, pulling his head up and away from me. I cry out quietly, so close to cumming. His lips and chin glisten with my juices as he sits back. He goes to wipe his mouth. I look down between his legs, his dick is long and hard, precum dripping out of the tip. He spits in his hand and lubes himself up.

“No condom?” I ask.

“Do you want to suck me off instead? Or stop?” he asks. We’ve never had sex without protection before, but I shake my head, too desperate for his body to be in contact with mine.

“I need you.” I whimper, reaching out to him. He takes my hand, pressing it back into the mattress. He knees apart my legs and kneels between them, positioning himself between my legs.

“I love you.” he reassures me. I lean up and kiss him, gasping as he slides into me raw. It’s different than with a condom, it feels good though. He pulls out slowly and pushes back in, pressing hard against my clit.

“I love you Billy.” I whisper. He just kisses me, suffocating me with his tongue and his lips as he begins to slowly rock in and out of me. I lift my hips to match his pace. It’s slow and steady, not at all like the erratic pace he usually would go.

“God you feel so good,” he presses his forehead into my shoulder, breathing heavily into my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he begins to speed up. It’s not pounding and hard, he stays with the same steadiness, just a quicker pace.

Billy grunts and groans as he fucks into me, the coil that had begun to tighten when he was eating me out returned and only wound tighter when he began to suck on my neck. He pushed himself up, grabbing my right thigh and lifting my leg over his shoulder. My back arches and he presses his fingers into my spine, holding me there as he fucks into me, he goes deeper and groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Fuck…” I grip the bed sheets, I can feel him growing harder inside of me, his thrusts becoming quicker, more shallow. “B...Billy…” I groan. He looks down at me through hooded eyes, a pleased smirk on his face.

“Cum for me baby….cum for me….” He reaches down and presses his thumb against my clit.

I lose it. I groan, pulling the pillow from under my head and putting over my face. I scream into it as my orgasm rips through my body. Just as I begin to come down, the pillow is ripped away, Billy slams into me hard and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, biting and sucking there as he cums, pumping his seed into me. I feel his body tremor and shake. His back is covered in sweat and his hair is damp.

He sighs, pulling out of me and resting his head on my breast. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head lovingly.

Third Person P.O.V

Billy wakes up to the feeling of arms wrapped around him. He opens his eyes and looks down to see Y/N, her head lying on his chest, sleeping soundly. He thinks about the night before, the awkward and embarrassing way he ‘made love’ to her. But he tried. He really did try to show her he cared.

They hadn’t come together in the most conventional way. He, in fact had never felt so strongly for any girl before. He looked at her for a moment, face buried in a pillow, arms up underneath it, the sunlight shining in on her bare back. She was gorgeous. A goddess. And better than he deserved.

He slips out of bed quietly and gathers his things, not wanting to rouse her. Before he climbs out the window he kisses her forehead, smiling against her skin.

“I love you.”

“He’s such a dick….what the fuck. And Y/N. I knew she was a tramp.” Carol paces back and forth in Tonya’s bedroom angrily. Tonya has called her that morning and told her everything. The girl came over right away. Tonya dabbed her eyes with a tissue.

“I just feel used. You know? And now he’s out there somewhere with that bitch.” Carol knelt down in front of her friend, placing her hands on Tonya’s shoulders.

“Hey. Don’t think like that. This isn’t your fault.” Tonya nods. “We’re gonna get her back. We’re gonna make that bitch pay.” Tonya smiles, feeling a little bit better.

“How?”