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Guys My Age (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs. 

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Enjoy the smot. And please use protection people. Better safe than surprised. I think this is dirtiest fic I’ve written so far.

Permanent tag list: @meganlane84

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What Your Favorite Lackadaisy Character Says About You

Atlas May: You watched Twin Peaks to find out who killed Laura Palmer and were severely disappointed that it became a show about surrealism and coffee slurping FBI sweethearts.

Mitzi May: You have had it up to the rafters with all the men in your life and spend your evenings drinking alone listen to Lana Del Rey, Marina and the Diamonds, and/or Halsey.

Viktor Vasko: You had a sexual awakening when you saw the buff tigers from Zootopia and weep every night that you will never be held in the rippling arms of a feline lumberjack.

Mordecai Heller: You’re holding out for a Kylo Ren redemption arc and have reblogged a picture of Peridot and tagged it “me”.

Wick Sable: You are the most boring person in your friend group and have yet to accept that your only role is to sigh and pull your hair at the sight of their wacky antics.

Ivy Pepper: You are subscribed to at least one makeup tutorial YouTube channel, and your friends are always complimenting the clothes you either made yourself or bought at a thrift store.

Rocky Rickaby: You are a current or former theater kid who is still reeling with embarrassment over the the times you ruined your chances at romantic love by being an overbearing fuckup. 

Calvin “Freckle” Murray: Your blog is full of memes about living with mental illness and using abstract gallows humor as a coping mechanism. 

Edmund Church: You’ve eaten monopoly money before. 

Lacy Hardt: You’re working in retail and hating every hellish moment of it.

Dorian “Zib” Zibowski: You either have an unyielding fetish for musicians, or are a musician with an unyielding fetish for yourself.

Nina McMurray: You reblog sexual posts telling people to love Jesus and to go to church.

Horatio Bruno: You have the comic where Alfred beats up Superman framed on your wall.

Dr. Quackenbrush: You have a McElroy level obsession with horses.

Captain Kehoe: You listen to nothing but Jimmy Buffet.

Dominic Drago: You romanced Nick Valentine in Fallout 4.

Mrs. Babka: You, without a hint of irony, cried when nobody came to eat PawPaw’s burgers.

Virgil: You know how the comic will end, and you know he’s a key player in the events to come.

Nicodeme Savoy: You fantasize about dating a country boy but are painfully aware that real country boys are belligerent idiots at best and racist homophobes at worst.

The Pig Farmers: You are a real country boy.

Serafine Savoy: You are part of witch tumblr and channel all your magical energies into destroying the gender binary and cursing Donald Trump.

The Arbogasts: When playing RPGs, you give up on the main quest and decide to raise a family and grow crops, only picking up a weapon to defend against bandits.

Asa Sweet: You are a contrarian that everybody dreads being around.

not to be dramatic but,,, andrew is so completely in love with neil and you cannot tell me otherwise.

My personal way of separating the types

SUBMITTED by Steve

Since the MBTI system has been in place, there’s been the unavoidable “classifications” of the 16 types. The most widely accepted one is the temperaments (NT, NF, SJ, SP) It works, but definitely has its flaws. Like, do ISTJs and ESFJs really have THAT much in common other than being law-abiding citizens guided by stability? If so, then why aren’t INTJs and ENFJs pitted in the same category? My favorite personal way is the “Pi/Pe/Je/Ji-Dom’’ system. I find that the personality types within these groups tend to operate on a day to day basis more similarly and display more similar behavior. For those who never heard of it, it goes something like this: Perceiving dominants (IxxJ, ExxJ, IxxP, ExxP). The judgment functions then become secondary (Thinking and feeling). So I thought I would summarize them each with their own nifty little title. Disclaimer: This is just my opinion, not gospel, so go ahead and criticize.

Pi-Doms (ISTJ, ISFJ, INTJ, INFJ): The soldiers

-Pi-Doms’ name of their game is ’‘stability”. Their Dominant function absorbs information subjectively and constantly wonders what is the safest route to make it through this life. ISxJs will use their personal experience and compare it when faced with anything new, INxJs will analyze what is beneath the surface of what they are seeing and set their sails for the best path accordingly.

- Their auxiliary function becomes their tool in making their way into this world. IxFJs will tap into the social atmosphere and easily fit in society, even helping their fellow men. While IxTJs will look at the world wondering what is objectively the best course of action in making things happen. 

- Their tertiary function is how they make their personal judgement of things. IxFJs will analyze what makes sense to them objectively, while IxTJ will ponder about their inner motivation and what personally matters to them.

-Their inferior function is a danger zone where they feel everything will spiral downward really fast if they tap into it. ISxJs worry that every new event will lead to disaster and have a hard time dealing with the unexpected, whereas INxJs find the real, immediate sensory world to be somewhat unreliable and dangerous.

Pe-Doms (ESFP, ESTP, ENFP, ENTP): The livewires

-Simply put, Pe-Doms are like letting a kid loose at the zoo, amusement park or toy store and telling them they have “carte blanche” for 24 hours. So of course they will try to squeeze in everything they can during that time period, metaphorically pulling on every lever in sight to see what will happen. 

- Their auxiliary function serves as judgement to decide what they put priority in; emotional matters (ESFP, ENFP) or technical matters (ESTP, ENTP).

- Their tertiary function helps them not to get too carried away with things. ESFPs and ENFPs will wonder what is the best logical course of action (Te) while ESTPs and ENTPs will remind themselves that they belong to a social system and other people matter.

- Their inferior function is like a parent nagging at them, in other words, it breaks their fun. For ENTPs and ENFPs Si is like Mom reminding you to take your sweater outside because it’s cold, even if you don’t want to. While ESTPs and ESFPs, have their Ni dads reminding them to check both sides of the street before crossing it. 

Je-Doms (ESTJ, ESFJ, ENTJ, ENFJ):The leaders

- Je-Doms’ first priority is organization, whether it be people or things. They thus, “attack” the world aggressively which can make them overbearing at times, but in reality they are the pillars of this society. They all evaluate what needs to be done effortlessly and make it happen.

- Their auxiliary function serves as to what route they want to make this happen with ESTJs and ESFJs preferring their personal experience and what has been known to work, whereas ENTJs and ENFJs prefer to focus on the unknown and forge a path to safety. 

- Their tertiary function is better known as the “fun” function. It allows them to let loose and throw their cares away, which they desperately need after all this focus on leading. ESTJs and ESFJs will want to explore new interests in life whereas ENTJs and ENFJs will just…..give in to what they want to do now. But in both cases, they did their homework, and most likely deserve it.

-Their inferior function represents a repressed child crying for help. For ESTJs and ENTJs they have to remind themselves what they emotionally want whereas for ESFJs and ENFJs, they have to learn to take a step back and objectively analyze what’s going, disregarding how they feel about it. 

Ji-Doms (ISTP, ISFP, INTP, INFP): The nomads

- Ji-Doms are all about one thing: Their personal needs and expression of said needs. They focus mostly on their individuality regardless if it fits within the social mold. IxFPs judge things on what makes sense to their inner values, and IxTPs judge things on what just……..makes sense, period. 

- Their auxiliary function allows them to express themselves. ISxPs are more visceral and what to experience life first hand on their own terms. They have a tendency towards a “flashy” appearance (i.e. tattoos, latest designer clothes) INxPs however, have a penchant for a more provocative, upbeat appearance (Purple hair? Why not? It’ll get people guessing…)

- Their tertiary function is really interesting. It makes them take pause and ponder about the deeper implication of things (ISxPs) or remember what has always mattered to them (INxPs). In both cases, it serves as a “safety” zone.

- The inferior function is what all Ji-Doms seem to rebel against. IxFPs find that Te is suffocating and destroys their individuality and freedom whereas IxTPs find that Fe forces them into being someone that they are not. 

Santa Baby

Originally posted by arroid-cosplay

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Santa Baby

Author: Morgan

Prompt: For the Christmas prompts: Reader running around trying to put Christmas hats on all the X Men? (Kurt, Peter, Scott, Jean, Charles, Logan and Warren if you want to haha) Anyone in X Men haha :) Merry Christmas!

Note: One of the many Christmas prompts that we never wrote… lmao whoops. And because I’m a ho, I made this Warren x reader even though it was never specified. Oops.

The power of invisibility came with many perks. One of which, you were using right now to Santa-hat ambush your teammates. First was Kurt. He was the easiest, despite the fact that he was a teleporter. At the moment, he was curled up on the couch, a mug of cocoa in-hand. He was very cozy, and as you stuck a red and white hat on his head, he didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he smiled, very excited to embrace his first holiday season in America.

Next came Peter. This was easier said than done. Even with your invisibility, every time you got close to him, he zipped across the room to do something. But after about ten minutes of chasing him down, he too was wearing a Santa hat.

After Peter, you pulled a Santa Hat onto Scott’s head. He was too busy kissing Jean to notice. But when he pulled away, he caught sight of the fuzzy white poofball attached to the red hat’s tail.

“What the-?”

“Watch,” Jean whispered. Sure enough, more Santa hats began appearing on the heads of their friends around the room from seemingly nowhere, and seeing as Peter was preoccupied and the room wasn’t full of smoke, there was only one other person it could be. You.

And after you had Santa’d Jean, Charles, Ororo, Jubilee, Hank, and Logan, there was only one person left.

Warren.

Your cheeks began to burn at the thought of it, but you pushed yourself onwards. He was leaning against the wall, away from the others, watching with a bemused smirk. If he heard one more comment about him being the Christmas angel or something that involved him climbing on top of that tree, he was going to shove it so far up Peter’s ass-

He looked around the room. Everyone except him was wearing a Santa hat. Had they been like that a minute ago? He was sure they hadn’t. Wait a minute.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered softly. You froze in place, your arms poised just above his head. A smirk tugged at your lip, and another idea struck. You leaned in very slowly and pressed a long kiss to his cheek. He grinned and reached out for you, a large hand settling on your shoulder. His touch shocked you into visibility, and suddenly you were standing there in front of him, wearing your candy cane-striped pajamas with rosy cheeks and wide eyes. He brushed the hair out of your face, his rough fingers brushing against the soft skin of your face. You stuck the Santa hat on top of his golden curls, a mischievous twinkle in your gaze. He exhaled a long breath, just looking at you. And then he pulled you in for a sweet, holiday kiss.

Punk (Chap. 5)


Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2942

Warnings: Same as always

A/N:  FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error.  Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry!  Now, back to the story….



Abandoning Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner.  You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle.  “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled.  “You okay?” Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.

You heard Bucky snort from behind and winced. Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from Indiana Jones.  “He’s fine,” Bucky clapped him on the back.  “Not even you could crack this thick skull.”  

And with that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.

“Ay yo!  What the hell’s that mean?!” he hollered.  “And don’t touch my hair, man!”  Sam’s voice carried down the hallway as he chased your best friend.  A loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.

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sweet creature

summary:

after being overseas for six years, bucky is struggling to adjust. being home after an honorable discharge isn’t as easy as the movies make it seem, but could you and your child be the key to bucky’s happiness?

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: ~10K 

warnings: angst, children, mentions of abandonment, nightmares, mentions of PTSD, mentions of guilt, mostly fluff, happy ending

a/n: this is for @bionic-buckyb‘s 5K AU writing challenge. my prompt was number 18 (“I’m such an idiot. I made the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”), and i may have gone a bit overboard (like way overboard) but. oh well. i hope you guys like it! 

Originally posted by thesoldierchildren

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Paradise

[Y/N: your name]
[Y/C/N: your crush name]

[request: could u do one where we’re dating and we live really close so i sneak out to see him and we just cuddle and stuff? thank you! i really love ur other imagines btw !!]

The warm summer breeze floated through your open window, calming you as you laid on your bed. Midnight was nearing and you were growing restless, considering the fact that you had been home by yourself all day. Sure, you might have floated in the pool and started reading a few new books, but you could only relax for so long. The only thing you knew was that you were bored, and you really missed your boyfriend.

You and Y/C/N had only been dating for a little over a month, and as much as it scared you, you were quickly falling for him. In the short amount of time you had been together you found it hard to be away from him and he was always on your mind. But instead of being reasonable and giving yourself the distance you probably needed, you climbed out of bed, grabbed a pair of sneakers, and proceeded to walk downstairs to your front door.

Once you knew you had successfully gotten out of your house, you put on your shoes and began the 10 minute walk to Y/C/N’s house. You were thankful that he lived so close; you loved feeling the soft summer breeze in your hair and hearing the quietness of the neighborhood around you as you walked. You also couldn’t drive even if you wanted to, for your 17th birthday was still a few months away.

Getting lost in your thoughts, you soon found yourself standing in front of Y/C/N’s house. Rather than being a normal person and texting your boyfriend upon your arrival, you instead grabbed a small stone from the ground and threw it up towards his bedroom window (you may have missed the first few times but you got the hang of it eventually). Your heart fluttered when you noticed his blinds pull up, revealing the face of Y/C/N. He quickly opended his window, sticking his head out to look down at you.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You could see him squinting in the dark, and you wanted to slap yourself for immediately thinking about how cute he looked doing so.

“Surprise!” You said quietly, considering the fact that it was the middle of the night.

“Stay there, I’ll let you in.” Y/C/N quickly shut his window and pulled his blinds, disappearing from sight. You couldn’t help but think that he might be mad at you for showing up unannounced (and so late at night), and you began to regret your decision. A few moments later Y/C/N opened the front door to his house, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. You couldn’t help but notice his lack of a shirt as he led you upstairs to his bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you walked here all by yourself.” He spoke after closing the door behind you. Y/C/N stared at you expectantly as you hesitated to answer.

“I may or may not have walked here by myself.”

He sighed, shaking his head before pulling you to his chest. “It’s too late for you to be walking around by yourself, you could’ve gotten hurt. You know I would’ve come to pick you up if you called me.”

Your heart swelled at the fact that he cared so much about your safety. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, resting your head on his bare shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was just bored and I couldn’t sleep and I missed you.”

Y/C/N chuckled, pulling away slightly so he could press his lips onto yours, a feeling you didn’t think you’d ever get used to. You kissed him back slowly, standing on your tippy-toes to reach his height. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away and smiling down at you.

“You’re crazy, but I missed you too.” You giggled softly as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face, “Now come on, let’s go to bed.” Y/C/N let go of your waist to walk across his room to his closet. You sat on his bed while you waited for him to find you something to wear, watching his muscles flex as he sifted through his clothes.

“Stop checking me out.” He joked, pulling out a large t-shirt of his for you to sleep in.
Your face flushed a dark shade of pink at his comment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, playing with your fingers. The amount of times Y/C/N had caught you staring was more than embarrassing.

Y/C/N laughed, padding across his room to where you were sitting. He tilted your chin up to look at him, kissing you for a few moments before pulling away. “Don’t be sorry. Stare all you want, baby; I’m yours, remember?” Your face flushed even more as he teased you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you jokingly pushed him away.

“Shut up,” you whined, and Y/C/N continued to laugh as he left the room to give you privacy to change.

You opened the door when you were finished and Y/C/N’s eyes travelled over your body, fully aware that you were watching. “How am I going to keep my hands off you?” He muttered, fully intending for you to hear. You blushed (as usual) when he left a lingering kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his bed. Once you both got under the covers Y/C/N turned off the lights, submerging the room into darkness. Your heart thudded nervously but excitedly in your chest due to the fact that you had never been this intimate with Y/C/N before.

He laid flat on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. You naturally draped one leg over his waist in order to lay comfortably on your side. His free hand fell to grip your bare thigh, and you sighed in content.

Y/C/N nudged your head with his in order to get your attention. You looked up from your spot on his chest only to be met with a pair of lips on your own. You hummed in surprise, reciprocating the kiss as butterflies danced in your stomach.

You quickly got lost in the taste of your boyfriend. You weren’t sure how long you were kissing him for, but you were sure that you never wanted this moment to end. With your body wrapped up in his and the feeling of his lips on yours,

This was paradise.

SORRY this is so short & also for being gone for so long:( but I’m excited to get back into the swing of things! thank you all for being patient & for 700 followers, it means the world :’)

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Eric x Reader

Part One


“We all know why we’re here, (Y/N) would you like to explain yourself?” Max asked as he hurried in and sat down, not looking at Eric or Tori.

“Running to Abnegation gave my child the best chance to correctly decide on her faction.” You said seriously and everyone seemed to be taken back.

“So, you were pregnant before you left?” Eric asked through gritted teeth.

“Yes, less than two percent of Dauntless children leave Dauntless I wanted to give my child a chance to experience a faction that had a higher…” Eric shook his head and stood up.

“Are you saying that she wouldn’t have the chance to change factions if I raised her!” Eric snapped and Max motioned for him to sit.

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One-Time Thing

Yoongi - Roommate AU
Genre:
Smut
Word Count: 4090ish
It’s okay to fuck your roommate if it’s only a one-time thing.

A/N: There is honestly no excuse. But come on, no strings attached with Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi was really more of an acquaintance than a friend, all things considered. You knew his name and the fact that he was taking classes at the college, but not much else aside from his rapping. Rather hard not to know about the rapping, what with him being your roommate and all.

Oh, and his abhorrent sleeping habits. For the love of god, could this kid maybe not sleep in until 2 in the afternoon and still be cranky if you accidentally woke him up? Or at the very least, was it too much to ask that he shut down his computer and stop messing around with his music sometime before 6am?

At least he was good-looking. Like, really good-looking. The few glimpses you had of him when he emerged for food and left for class were enough to confirm that he was swoon-worthy. If you were into the whole sleepy eyes/arrogant smirk/I-don’t-give-a-shit thing. Which you definitely weren’t. For the most part. Kinda.

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The Savior - Chapter 1

The Request: “I’d love if you did a story where it was a pre-apocalypse Negan AU where he is a PE teacher/coach that takes interest in a student that he finds out has been having a hard time at home (maybe an abusive parent of some kind or something like that). She’s a really good student & has been one of his favourites. Have her be 18 & they start up a smutty relationship. Make it as dirty as you’d like. The smuttier the better for me! :D Maybe have her be a virgin or very inexperienced and Negan can teach her things. Thnx!”

Summary: Negan is a PE teacher that spots a bad bruise on one of his favorite students and decides to ask her what happened. Things get a little tense when he presses the subject further between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Simon

Rating: Mature (For Eventual Smut) 

Warnings: Swearing, Inappropriate teacher/student relationships. 

Notes: I’m also stressing that the character is of legal age! Also letting it be known that “Y/N” means your name and “Y/L/N” means your last name! 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/27138213

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

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My Boys (Part 1/?)

Steve x Plus Size!Reader x Bucky

Author’s note- This is my first fic ever, so it’s going to probably need lots of work but I’ve been wanting to do this for a while so… yeah… also it’s going to be broken down into parts. This is part one its more of an introduction than anything…. Oh, and it’s not smutty… yet… Well my lovelies I hope you enjoy it!

Summary- You are best friends with the Captain and the Winter Soldier. You begin to realize your feelings for the pair of them and drunkenly tell Natasha, but who knows who else was listening in on girl’s night?
Warning- fluff, drunk reader, mentions of smut (kinda), drinking with Nat and spilling some secrets (again this is just sort of an introduction, so not much action I guess. Part 2 coming soon!)

Word count: 1382

Originally posted by stevesupallnighttogetbucky


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The Lion And The Lamb

Originally posted by favor757

 jaime x Reader


Jaime almost fell over you as you sat in the long grass, fingers playing with a silver lamb which hung from a chain around your neck.

“Forgive me my lady I did not see you there.” He said calmly despite the slight frustration and your utter determination to ignore him.

“I am not a lady.” You sighed and glared up at him until he sat next to you.

“Your father is a lord I recognise your Sigel.” He smiled when you rolled your eyes.

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The Carnival (Negan x Female)

Summary: The Saviors find a fairgrounds fully intact and Negan asks her to be his date.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 1,920

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing 

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @prettyepiic who wanted “smut at the Carnival”. I hope I delivered! Fair warning, it’s pretty dirty. ;D

Thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

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Low and behold, I am FINALLY doing a follow forever something I said would do after I hit 2k. I may be a little late but it’s here and I am here to dedicate a post to all my fave mutuals and people who I have been following for awhile. 

If I missed anyone, I’m so sorry this was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through in my life and I’ve had depression so! thats saying a lot

Bold = my fave mutuals whom I love seeing on my dash and have made Tumblr less hellish.

Italics = mutuals who I silently admire from far away because I’m shy sometimes smh. 

My ultimate faves:

@thirlwallsjade BRUnAAAA!!! you already know your my number one bitch, the most beautiful and smartest and funniest girl i’ve ever met like i don’t know how you always be doing that but you doing it, and everything you say or do is iconic in my eyes just know this, so whenever you feel like you not doing good, i am ALWAYS thinking you doing your greatest, i love you so much and i’m like headass half asleep right now tryna express all my feelings to youhgsihg but!! bitch you should know i always got your back like there is truly nothing i wouldn’t do for you i got your back whenever bitch just lemme know and i’ll pull up on sight for you, like i said before sis, i would fight my FEARS for you.

@harryedwards rachel my love!!1 i cant express enough how much i love you like truly you are the greatest person, everything i could ever ask for in a friend, like honestly thank you so much for making me laugh everyday even when i don’t feel like it, like bitch just talkin to you put me in a good mood bc i KNOW you gon make me smile like i love you bitch, every wholesome loving meme is me to you (even when you say sum dumb shit), aslo youre fucking samrt as hell whenever you be going off to something about me im just sitting there staring a my phone like some damn fool bc i love u and i would really move mountains for you.

@httplaurmani MY WIFEEE!!! bithic we been known each other for like 4-5 months but i LOVE you bitch i would really kill a man for you and we stay talkin shit to each other but its all love bc you probably the only one who call out all my white men faves bc you just tryna show me the light. i love youbtihc thakkns for marrying me and helping me run a drug cartel

@wlwjauregui lizzie u already know i love you bitch like you always make me feel good about myself and u always checkin in on me and i really do love you and i hope life gives you everything you need in life bc you deserve that and more bc youre a literal angel i love u sis.

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy umm i hate u bitch but u make me laugh everytime we talk and we always talk shit about harry so thanks for listening to me whine about my mans i love you bitch, and the next time you photoshop me bald ima cut you the fuck up

@allwedos i would really go to war for liberty like idk why but i feel so protective over you bitch like i would really lose an arm and a leg to make sure youre happy bc you the softest person i’ve met besides myself and i just want you to have the WORLD because you deserve everything good.

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Title: The Family Business
Author: punkascas
Artist: Coplins
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas (background Dean/Others, Cas/Others)
Warnings/Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder Husbands, Rough Sex, Mental Health Issues, Non-Graphic References to Underage, Boxing, Jealousy, Pining, Dean and Cas Raise Claire, Angst with a Happy Ending
Posting Date: 11/6/2017

Summary:   Chicago, 1941. With the 1930s over and war in Europe threatening to involve the US, the crime bosses of the Prohibition Era should be dead and gone. But Dean and Castiel Winchester—better known as the Winchester Brothers, along with their gang, The Family Corporation—refuse to be relegated to history. Over the years,, they’ve managed to build a small but stable criminal empire in Chicago. The newspapers hail them as the gangster prodigies of Al Capone and Baby Face Nelson: crime lords for a modern era.  

Politicians like to carouse with the criminal and celebrity elite at Dean Winchester’s nightclub. Police line the pockets of his coat, from petty beat cops all the way to captains of the force. No one’s talking. No one can seem to stop them.  

Except maybe one man. Special Agent Sam Campbell knows all about the so-called Winchester Brothers. Years ago he swore as his personal mission to bring them down, ever since he recognized a face in an old newspaper photo. That was the day he learned that his brother Dean was still alive.

- - -

Before they left Chicago, Dean pulled Meg into his office and demanded she tell him how to make Cas better. How to fix him. He threw out every possibility he could think of: better drugs, different drugs, more drugs. More boys. Whatever it would take to keep Cas calm, content, contained.

He remembers the pristine white of Meg’s nurse’s uniform seemed almost blinding under the office lamps. She looked him straight in the eye and offered him the hammer needed to pound the final nail in Cas’s coffin.

“You really think his diagnosis is the issue?”

“I need him stable,” Dean growled back at her. “I need him goddamn predictable. We’re running a business here.”

Meg only gave him a pitying smirk. “When has Clarence ever been predictable? You should know. Out of anyone, you have the most perversive knowledge of him.”

His revolver rested on some papers. Idly he picked it up, cradling it against his chest while he kicked his heels up on the desk, and wielded his most charming grin. That was the true weapon here. Green eyes, and wide, white shark teeth.

“Pervasive. I think you meant to say. The Family Corporation doesn’t appreciate the spreading of unsubstantiated and scandalizing rumors, Miss Masters. We’re a polite society here. Gossip is rude. And bad for business. And while I can be a gentleman, I am resolutely a businessman first.”

His thumb cocked the pistol’s hammer back slowly. He relished how loud a quiet sound could be in a tiny room.

“Of course, Mr. Winchester,” Meg simpered in false flattery. She wasn’t the type of dame to be intimidated. It was one of the qualities that let her prevail as Cas’s nurse. She planted her palms on the center of his desk, leaning into his space, into the threat of the gun. “But if you’re hoping those pills the doctors prescribe or those boys he parades around the club are the answer, you’ll be sadly disappointed. Castiel, he’s a force of nature, and nature is never predictable, Winchester. Nature can never play by the rules of gentlemen. So what you’re asking me is not how to curb some misbehavior, but how to stop Castiel from being Castiel. And I think we both know there’s only one solution to that.”

Her eyes were dark, glittering with contempt, but there was also that same sad resignation that had been in Rufus’s eyes. In Bobby’s. In Benny’s. A look that said they all knew a truth Dean was too sentimental to admit to himself.

“Get out,” he told her then, and threw the revolver against the door once it closed behind her. It hadn’t been loaded in the first place.

Far from Chicago, Dean looks at Cas as they are now: at the curve of his bare shoulder; at the shapes of the muscles in his arm; at the way his trousers slope low around his hips. Cas of course is too distracted to pull them up. It’s a sight Dean has known since what feels like the moment he first knew consciousness. Fingers curled loosely around his forgotten cigar, grey winter smoke for a grey winter sky, Cas has gone lost himself in thought at the window.

Here they could be anyone. Two pseudonyms in an anonymous hotel room. They could go anywhere. Away from Chicago. From the gang. From business. Dean could live his thirties the same way he lived the first three decades of his life, with Cas as the dark center around which his world spins.

Or.

Or.

what’s mine is mine.

Originally posted by jjks

requested by anon.

Can i please have a rough smut where one of the members get extremely jealous 🙈🙊🙊

genre: smut smut smut

a/n: it’s 6:51am as I’m posting this and idk why I’m posting this early but oh well :)

You were some fancy dinner with no other than Taehyung, it wasn’t just the company, it felt as though the whole world had been invited. These big, fancy parties were never your thing, nor Taehyung’s but the two of you had to attend for the company’s sake. You had to wear formal clothing and had assigned seats - now that wasn’t too weird, the weird part was that Taehyung was acting 103% serious which was highly unlike him, even if this was some big thing Taehyung would still joke around with you to make you feel more comfortable.

“Babe, are you alright? You seem a bit tense.”, you told him as you sat down in your assigned seats, where you found other BTS members and their partners. “I’m good, just Mr. ‘I Think I’m The Best’ over there keeps staring at my girl. I want to teach him a lesson or two but this is a really important dinner.” “You’re jealous?” “Sure, whatever you wanna call it; just don’t go near him? Please, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I just think he’s gonna do something to you if you do.” “Don’t worry, I’ll avoid him at all costs.”, you chuckled at his jealousy but knew deep down that it worried him when other guys looked at you, he was afraid of losing you to someone else.

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