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IMPORTANT HEADCANONS TO CONSIDER:
CAN THEY USE CHOPSTICKS - One chopstick on each hand, and is the type that will start to chew on them instead of using them. Struggles to hold them with his four fingers, no matter how many times people teach him.
WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY CAN’T SLEEP - Activity, flying around, bothering the other clones, there’s no peace when he can’t sleep. Whines.
WHAT WOULD THEY IMPULSE BUY AT THE GROCERY STORE - A spare human. Steals them instead of paying for it. If no humans are allowed to be eaten, he would buy chicken wings and joke to the clones about eating himself.
WHAT ORDER DO THEY WASH THINGS IN THE SHOWER - A complete random order. Prefers baths over showers. Will pay best attention to his wings. Prefer to only use water, but if he finds shower products, pours them on himself without a care.
WHAT’S THEIR COFFEE ORDER - Don’t give this man coffee. If he bought one, it would have plenty of cream and sugar. Would pounce of the walls afterwards.
WHAT SORT OF APPS WOULD THEY HAVE ON THEIR SMARTPHONE - Small game apps, that he has opened maybe once or twice. Social media apps and video apps, so he can talk to people and show funny videos to people.
HOW DO THEY ACT AROUND CHILDREN - Children better run, because the Bird tends to have too much fun and give them surprise flying lessons and wonder later why they are crying. The only child he treats with care is Z.ohakuten. On a good no violence day, he makes funny faces at kids to see them laugh.
WHAT WOULD THEY WATCH ON TV WHEN THEY’RE BORED AND NOTHING THEY REALLY LIKE IS ON - Him staying still enough to watch tv? He would shuffle through all the channels until he gets bored and throws the remote into the void of the couch.
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#Headcanon~ᵁʳᵒᵍᶤ#//Feel free to steal the template#//Cause I sure did from#//doing this to my other muses in the past on the blog#//this is half main au and#//imagining him in a modern setting
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Alright, I've been mulling on this for most of the day, and unless a night's sleep changes my mind, I'll be working on returning (remaking) a very old multimuse of mine, that used to be over at iniziare. The blog will be entirely remade, and I'll post it here when it's done!
For those wondering, it will for now house: Guizhong, Yelan, Kafka and Arlecchino. Time to finish up that other WIP theme for this, I suppose! See you guys on the flip-side of this brighter future.
#[ ooc. ] don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.#[ honestly-- it's just a wiser choice for me. i don't know why i didn't make it sooner. i ran a multimuse successfully for /years/ before.#[ i'm immensely organized to a point where a multimuse is perfectly easy to handle. and i'll return to my theme maker roots soon. ]#[ and add extra organization when i've found my apartment and everything and can spend the time on making something perfect... ]#[ for how i operate. but that'll be the future. i can work with something simpler in the meantime. ]#[ outside of that-- i think preconceived notions of multis are in the past and if they're not; i've never let that stop me. ]#[ i also will feel like i'm not leaving muses behind as much. i hate not logging onto the other blogs. i truly do. i hate it. ]#[ i feel like i'm neglecting them while i'm not. but this way i'll have them all grouped up. all together in one place. actively /there/. ]#[ and that makes me much happier. ]#[ and also; i tag so thoroughly for each muse that people can easily blacklist those they don't like to see. ]#[ but also i'm so picky with new muses; it'll be fine. ]
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i also really liked this meme from last year, so here's a 2023 version :]
#i waffled the other day if i should do this or a proper summary but. i'm so bored at work so you get both#(it's the ever present siren call of getting to draw cheebs)#it was tough to choose a fave piece (by some miracle) but i kept going back to that one ;u;#it even made me get past my heebie jeebies wrt putting my own art anywhere near my blog design#(it's on the sidebar of my desktop theme)#art summary#art musings#meme tag
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so all the excitement of yesterday caused me to crash in the end plus the stress has finally caught up to me and i've caught the lurgy and i was back to work today lmao bUT my stress levels are very much back to normal and i should have more time on my hands this month to (hopefully) write but also to do a lil spring clean here on this blog !
i don't think i'll be dropping threads this time around, but i do want to clean up my inbox a little, and while i'm still working on getting topaz up on the blog properly, i also want to look at my dynamic tags and see if i can figure out a way to make them a lil more personalised. it's a tricky one because i have so many wonderful dynamics across so many muses and i want them all to feel equally valued while also knowing that coming up with individual tags for all of them is a lot of work. plus i have an eight year old tagging system to contend with so i'm trying to work on a compromise that i'm happy with
#* / be yourself. everyone else is taken ( ooc. )#it's times like these where i'm like 'maybe i should remake as it's been eight years'#but hahahaha no thank you i don't want all that extra work#it was bad enough when i remade my single muse blog let alone a MULTI#also as much as i've enjoyed being in hoyoverse hell for the past three weeks i do wish to give my /other/ muses some love too lmao#especially with veilguard coming out#i expect to completely disappear from tumblr for about a week after that releases dfkgjdfg#(helpful too that it releases a few days before my next annual leave lmao)
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smth smth, this blogs muses have a main connected universe via their fandomless au's
#//pretend jia is here too i just haven't revamped his icons yet lmao#//also specifically their modern!fantasy shite#//like sure tanba and the count do technically exist together within their main fgo verses#// and jia and tong also def exist in a few verses together on account of their origins being from rotk. but that's all /different/#//i've not written about it much but i do picture them ALL existing within each others fandomless au's in a sort of loose 'canon'.#// kinda like what i have going on with my bl.each muses on other multi. just less cohesive atm gGHJSFGHD#//i've hinted at this here and there in some older threads of tong's / jia's / tanba's from their past blogs but yeah#//might eventually write up some drabbles about it to more strongly connect things#//the connection is there though#;outofenergy;#headcanons: tanba#headcanons: tong#headcanons: jia#headcanons: the count of monte cristo
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i should've switched to writing original stuff ages ago bc i could've been overcoming writer's block if i did :' )
#connecting mine and vee's lore in written form is something i've wanted to do forever bc i love love love gaia and kaiya's relationship!!#but i had a mental block towards bio's for... man i dunno how long tbh#i always got really stuck with them which is why i started doing bullet points where i could jot down all my thoughts#but i should have just?? been unafraid to write lengthy bio's i think#and then i could've done fun stuff like this way earlier!! without feeling stuck and slow!!#like honestly i don't even care about the people who won't bother to read my bio's bc those probably aren't the people who will#end up writing with me#i always avoided lengthy bio's bc i didn't wanna inconvenience someone#but how is it inconveniencing if i'm trying to make something interesting and enjoyable to read?#how is it inconveniencing if i'm just?? writing about my muses?? it's silly to water down my creativity and i'm sorry i did it now#now pls know i can give you the tldr on any of my muses bio if you need it asdfgh but i'm gonna just!! do what's fun for me from now on#that's gonna be a very important rule i need to enforce for myself with this blog move#no more doing things that make it harder for myself bc i'm worried about other people#there needs to be a balance and that's what i'm gonna keep in mind going forward uvu#so sorry for the rant oh my gosh asdfgh i just got to thinking and truly my writer's block has not bothered me with dorverold stuff#like it has in the past for other things and i think it's how i've approached writing and world building aka not worrying about length#if i'm struggling it's because i'm tired or busy#ANYWAY ASDFG i promise i'm going to bed now :' ))) good night!!#get ready to ramble | ooc
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the urge to make a multi-muse LL rp blog even though i will probably not do much with it and have mostly sworn off tumblr rp
#LL tag#pros: powerful urge to do public rp. cons: hate setting up rp blogs. past experiences with tumblr rp spheres have been tirefires#would almost certainly be multi-muse if i did though because i am incapable of just limiting myself to one#or a small enough number to make separate blogs for all of them#or might make separate blogs for a few; then split other muses off from the main one if i decide they've gained enough steam for their own#all i know is i miss doing public rp and i am very selective about who i'll rp with in private spaces these days#for a number of reasons including just being a socially anxious motherfucker w/ very few spoons for non-asynchronous interaction these days#i already know i'm gonna go for ivan five and both versions of nine#and probably also the retconned version of five who was with the mogs since he was tiny. and possibly adam#MAGGIE. i'd like to write maggie#along with various au versions of all of the above lmao#selkie five sphinx ivan white deer maggie college student cody villain nine my beloveds#possibly others i'm forgetting#There's a Lot#RP tag
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if i've unfollowed you for not filling out my interest tracker, and you fill it out as non-mutuals, i will refollow you. if we're mutuals on any of my other blogs and i unfollow you here there is no other reason for it than you never having let me know which of my muses you want to write with and thus i will gladly become mutuals again if you ever decide to. that said, i referenced my newest interest tracker (live since i think april or may last year) when looking at who to unfollow. if i've made a mistake and you've told me in ims, we already have any interactions going, filled out the old tracker, changed your url and i didn't recognise your entry, etc. feel free to yell at me on ims or discord or just redo the tracker?
#i only unfollow for not doing the tracker if we have ZERO interaction going on like if you've sent one (1) in-character meme that's fine#but also when i do the unfollow i won't go through all of my ims and asks to check thus filling it out is safest unless we actively write#like as long as i REMEMBER we have one (1) interaction going or you messaged me with one time with interest in a muse then n/a to you#but i have to... remember that and i have memory issues#if i've unfollowed you the past 24 hours it was 100 percent the interest tracker other than#i also unfollowed some archived blogs because well they are archived#but in general if i ever unfollow here but remain mutuals on my singlemuse blogs: it's the interest tracker and nothing else#also no hard feelings i am chill#; outofsmoke
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"WOW!" he cackles, practivally hyena-esque, "That was really something, cupcake! You really are a coward, aren't you?" (— @hyperionhandsome , from Jack, medieval Fantasy au?)
"I..."
The words had stung before Leonard could even realise he hadn't recognised the voice that spoke to him, though the way his expression had shifted had been miniscule in comparison - the way the hermit's head had turned away in both hurt and shame had been the most prominent, though there was the subtlest crease in his brows, the smallest tightening of his lips and the clutch of gloved hands on the hem of his coat which spoke volumes in the moment Leonard himself was unable to do much more than struggle for a response.
...Who was this man? The thought had just dawned on him as Leonard felt his heart pound with humiliation - he didn't sound like a faerie, though the laughter reminded him of his own pact-beast. He didn't even sound like anything inhuman, as a matter of fact, but still - remarkably cruel.
...Leonard supposed it didn't matter, though. If the goal was the simple task of sparking that sad flame of guilt within the hermit, it took only a glance to see his lowered head and the bitter pain on his face to tell this stranger had succeeded in their mission. A low mumble of response was the reward to inform this rather boisterous passerby of their victory.
"...You are right." Leonard acquiesced, bitterly. He couldn't fight or promise any improvement anymore. "I am nothing more than a fool."
How truly pathetic... Something in his stomach sank at the prospect that it would have only taken a glance to tell of his plight. Typically the harsh sting of such words would be curved hearing it from his pact-beast, or even the likes of Caim, but there was something about hearing it from someone like a stranger that served to dig especially deep into the hermit's skin. It seemed that all at once, the nightmare of the garrison, the failure of his brothers, the failure to his family, and the potential failure that had awaited Seere at each second, had come crashing down on his consciousness with those words. That reminder.
Coward... It was aptly fit.
Leonard's head dragged itself back up from where it had previously stared down at his lap, but averted itself slightly to the side - his blind gaze still couldn't bring itself to look towards the source of the voice where it stood.
"...Please, speak no longer." Leonard said, the softness of his tone in sharp contrast with the low rumble of his voice, "I know my sins well enough to bear on my own. So I beg of you... Show mercy."
#||Reply||:Jack#{/AAAAAAAAA HELLO HELLO!! please do pardon the late response the past couple weeks have been busy as hell}#{/birthdays and family coming up and college on top of it and all that}#{/though im ALSO somewhat to blame aside from that bc i made the mistake of playing drakengard 2 again}#{/and my other dod muse; urick; came by the day i was originally set to do this ask like 'heyyyy ;)' so ive been on there for a while QwQ}#{/But that said!!! I was so thrilled to see this here!! you can probably tell ive been stalking for a while but was too shy to interact QQ}#{/it's also a bit of a thing with multis that i have no IDEA where to start with who since there's just so much to be doneeee dfksbhfdkj}#{/AND ESPECIALLY YOUR BLOG; GOOD SIR; I LOVE ALL YOUR MUSES AND EVEN THE ONES I DONT KNOW LOOK SO COOOOLLLL}#{/in short: tysm for this im so excited to write with youuuuu!!! please do just shoot me a DM or so if you wanna chat and/or plot!!}#{/you may guess i know very little on borderlands but i DID try and do my research on this particular guy ahead of time and}#{/i actually adore him omg; just my brand of asshole + his voice acting is REALLY good!!!! fhfjdjd}#{/that said; Leonard is NOT a fun guy to bully oml}#{/*pokes with stick* come on.... do something lmao}
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Kim Hongjoong
↪ Undying Bonds (zombie apocalypse au) ♡☆
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Park Seonghwa
↪ Undying Bonds (zombie apocalypse au) ♡☆
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You and your childhood friend, Mingi, were torn apart when you were kidnapped, only to reunite years later in vastly different circumstances. You are now the captivating Miss Ruby Divine, a star cabaret performer at the Moulin Rouge, while he has become a feared assassin. Your conflicting jobs fuel a turbulent love-hate relationship as you navigate past traumas, leading to a dangerous dance of desire where Mingi must confront his feelings and risk everything to protect the woman he can't bear to lose again.
Jung Wooyoung
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Hihihihihi, I couldn't help myself but write something for the otter!creator its on my mind since the brainrot(yes I am the anon who sent that otter idea, and yes I shall dub myself as the otter!anon in your blog)
Set place in Childe in Court
The traveler and Paimon rush out to get out of their seats, seeing childe activing his foul legecy, "Ah! his activing his foul legecy!" Paimon cups her cheeks in shock, while traveler looks around to try and stop Childe from activing his foul legecy.
BOOM.
The traveler blinks, at the sudden slam from the stage, The traveler and Paimon quietly gasp as the dust cleared out, there Neuvillette standing over Childe who appeared knock out at the ground, "I am sorry" Neuvillette voice is loud and echo around the entire court "If you been wronged, we will find the truth" Neuvillette gracefully turn around "But the rules of the court, but be upheld" the clockwork meka rush past Neuvillette to take Childe into the fortress.
Then tiny claps slowly echo around the court, the audience, Paimon, Travelr, and Neuvillette look to the sound, up there next to Furina is an Otter, clapping frequently with their tiny paw pads, the Otter seems be treated well, seeing that the Otter is next to the Hydro Archon and seems to be sitting at the most softest and comfortable pillows known to whole teyert, the clapping continues on, if you look closely you can see tiny stars around the Otter face, seemly amaze by the outcome of this trial.
The Otter finally notice the attention, slowly ease their clapping and let out a tiny embarass "Kyuu..." which silently made Furina 'aww' before coughing loudly and anouncing that the trial is over, and the whisper slowly begin the court room, Neuvillette slighty smirk, perhaps the case wasn't so bad after all, their little friend seemed to enjoy it.
Aether Encounter
૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine & Aether
૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 532
໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack, Paimon’s there too be warned
Following Neuvillette and Furina out after the trial, Paimon and Aether quickly gained on the duo.
“Wait!! WAIT!!!” Called Paimon, an out of breath Aether behind her. The pair stopped their little walk, turning to face them.
“Who’s your little friend?” Aether asked.
“Ah! Mon trésor! Yes yes, me and Monsieur Neuvillette’s darling ˈbābē! Oh, they are but a dear friend to us, isn’t that right, Ma raison d’être? Oh yes it is! Aren’t you so beautiful.~” Furina slowly stopped talking to them, instead cooing at the otter she held in her arms, akin to a baby. She rocked them and booped their nose, giggling throughout.
“Yes, I found ma moitié when I was taking a stroll, traveler. They clung to my leg and then held an amazing opulent shell to me. After taking it they seemed to request to be picked up, and how could I ever say no to ma raison de vivre.” Neuvillette gently took off the hat on the otter, smoothing the fur beneath it before patting the hat back on.
“They have stuck to my side ever since.” He mused.
“AND when they met moi, mon preux chevalier just couldn’t resist!~” Furina exclaimed.
“You guys sure do have a bunch of nicknames for them… jeez…” Paimon muttered.
Aether stared at the blue duo before gently reaching a hand out to pet the otter, only for his hand to get slapped away. When he looked back up, he was met with the glares of both Neuvillette and Furina.
“Do. Not. Touch. Mon. Trésor.” “GET YOUR FILTHY HAND AWAY FROM MON ANGE!” Both Aether and Paimon flinched back in shock.
“You dare try to place you hands of their gleaming coat!? I’ll have you know that it costs more than you’ll EVER SEE IN YOUR LIFE to make it this shiny!!!!” “Keep your tainted flesh to yourself.”
The traveling duo stared on in shock. That was… rather hostile. And now they were just glaring at each other.
Of course, that was until the topic of the discussion began to make noise.
All four of them looked down at the now squirming otter in Furina’s arms. They struggled in her grasp before dropping to the floor. They ran over to Aether before standing on their hind legs, reaching up at Aether to be picked up.
He quickly looked up at the others, noting their shock. Then, he hesitantly picked them up, cradling them in his arms. They began to chirp and chitter in happiness. Aether once again looked up at the other two, Paimon hiding behind him.
Furina and Neuvillette both stared with blank faces, before the hydro archon whipped her hat off her head, shoved it in her face and turned around. She bounced on her heels as she squealed.
“AWEEE!-,” she seemed to immediately regain composure however, “*Ahem* I- I mean, look at our ˈbābē!” She said as she turned back around, still hiding the lower half off her face behind her hat.
Neuvillette turned his head as well, his eyes closed and his hand covering his flushed cheeks and trembling lips.
“S- so adorable..!”
The otter simply snuggled into the man’s arms, continuing to chitter away happily.
໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Otter!Creator breathing: 🙂
Furina, Neuvillette, and basically the entirety of Fontaine: 🥹🥹🥹
Otter!Creator is so soft. Literally the difference between them and Boar!Creator is the fact that one was pampered and the other basically spent their first year entirely in the wild lol ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚
They’re probably gonna have their own tag now, and welcome Otter!Creator Anon! When I finally get around to fixing up my blog so it’s neat and tidy, you’re gonna go right on the anon list, first place! (I really feel like people like Otter!Creator over Boar!Creator but it’s fine, it’s cool ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡)
#genshin impact sagau#sagau x reader#sagau#x reader#x gn reader#gn y/n#yandere x reader#yandere x you#Otter!Creator#Otter anon <3#anon <3#asks <3
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All She Wants, Part One
Summary: As an Omega, Y/N’s biology dictates that she needs to be claimed and have pups. Despite seeing her through her heats for years, Dean – the Alpha Y/N wants to settle down with – refuses to give her what she needs.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: The quote: “Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work.” for @j3bingo which is highlighted in bold.
Warnings: omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, heats, smut (well… technically, it’s smangst and could be perceived as tw: dub-con), p in v, dirty talk, breeding kink, claiming kink, knotting, angst, Dean is a bit of an asshole, fighting, canon level violence, arguments.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Well, we get straight into the filth under the cut with this one! I hope you’re ready for some angst alpha Dean! Buckle up, buttercups, and enjoy the ride! Please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite, or leave a little comment. It really does fuel our muse. If you’re too shy, or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖
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“Fuck, Omega, you’re dripping all over my cock,” Dean growls as he slams into you again. This is the eighth fucking he’s given you in the past three days, and it’s sure to be over a dozen by the time his rut is over.
You and Dean have been doing this for years. Whenever he’s in a rut, you get him through it, and whenever you’re in heat, he’s repaid the favour. At first, it was easy; a means to an end. You knew each other, you trusted each other, there was an attraction between you, and it was less risky than disappearing off the face of the earth for five days with a stranger, especially when any alpha could claim you with or without your consent.
As time passed, you’d done what you promised never to do; you caught feelings. Once that happened, becoming emotionally bonded to Dean was no longer a choice, and in all ways but wearing his mark, you and the green-eyed hunter had mated.
“Such a sweet fucking pussy, baby girl. Can’t get enough of it,” Dean’s voice had deepened with his arousal, and you knew the alpha in him was slowly taking over.
You groan at his words. He’s always good with dirty talk and can turn you into a weak, whimpering mess with a single word.
“Mine.”
But it’s all talk. Dean has told you plenty of times that you could never be anything more. And the more years that passed, the harder that’s been to accept. Every month when your heat ended, you swore it was the last time. Your biology dictated your life, and if an alpha didn’t claim you and give you pups, you’d go feral and die.
Dean’s knot is beginning to swell; you can’t feel him as deep as he had been. He drapes himself over your sweat-slicked back to give himself better purchase to push and shove into you, desperate to get as deep as he’d been a few minutes ago. It’s a futile effort as he won’t get what he wants until his knot has slipped inside you, but being surrounded by him – his weight on top of you, breathing in his scent – is a euphoria you could never get enough of. It’s the reason you’ve always ended up under him.
“Alpha, please,” you beg pathetically. “Need your knot.”
“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and take my knot, ‘mega?” Dean grunts in your ear, his knot beginning to catch at your entrance.
“Yes, Alpha!” You gasp as Dean’s hand wraps around your throat, pushing your head to the side and exposing your neck.
“Of course, you are, ‘mega. Always such a good girl for your Alpha,” Dean grunts, thrusting harder and harder, trying to force his knot inside your walls, but he can’t quite slip it into your tight, slightly tense channel.
“Gonna fill you up so good, baby girl. Knot you and fill you. You want that, huh? Want my come? My pups? Want me to ruin this pretty little neck with my mark?” he grunts, teasing your delicate skin with his teeth.
You moan, feeling another bout of slick leaking from you at his words. It’s all you want, and you choke back the tears at the regret you feel about ever starting this vicious cycle; at the cruelness of him using what you so desperately want to loosen you up enough to take what he wants.
And you hate yourself because it works.
“Yeah, I know you do, Omega. You just gotta let me in. Let me in, and I’ll fill you so good, baby. There’s no way you won’t come out of this pregnant.” You try to remind yourself that it’s only words, and you’re on birth control anyway, so it’ll never happen, but you can’t help but wish there was truth in them.
Dean lowers his head, and you shiver when his tongue licks over your mating gland and his teeth nip at your skin.
“Alpha!” You scream, finally reaching orgasm as his knot breeches you and locks your bodies together for the foreseeable future.
“That’s m’girl,” Dean growls as he grinds into you, the tip of his member kissing your cervix. He jerks his hips, shoving impossibly further inside you, and you whine at the pleasurable pain.
“No fucking pussy better than yours, ‘mega, and it’s all fucking mine,” Dean roars and you feel the heat of the first ropes of come hitting your quivering walls, sending you into a second orgasm.
Your elbows can no longer hold your weight, and you collapse onto the bed. You hate how Dean knows what buttons to push to get you to give him what he needs. You hate your body for falling for his words. And right now, as you experience a third orgasm that has you fighting between euphoria and disgust, you’re glad Dean hasn’t claimed you, and a chemical bond is non-existent, so he can’t feel the torment you’re currently going through.
You sigh as the waves of your climax roll away, and your body melts into the mattress. Behind you, Dean moans low and long as your relaxed body allows his knot to slip in deeper, and he empties everything he has into your womb.
Dean has never come so hard with you before, and you wonder if the claiming and breeding talk did it, or if it was because he’s never been so deep inside you before. Or if he, like you, is finding it harder to fight his instincts.
He carefully rolls you both onto your sides and wraps himself around you protectively, placing soft kisses across your back and shoulder. It’s the first sign that his rut is ending, and it doesn’t surprise you that it’s a day early, given how much of his come you can feel swirling in your belly.
The afterglow you’d been basking in is quickly overshadowed with dread because you know this is the last time this would happen. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Dean will never want more with you than what you have right now. He’ll never reciprocate your feelings for him, and you refuse to put yourself through it any longer.
“You okay, Y/N? Was I too rough?” Dean asks, pressing his lips to your spine, and you know for sure he’s out of his rut because he called you by name and not “Omega” or “Baby Girl”. And if using your name hadn’t given it away, then his concern for you would have.
“No,” you say quietly. You try to shift away from him, yelping from still being locked together tightly and stretched to almost unbearable pain. You want to cry, knowing you’ll likely remain that way for over an hour. At one time, that would’ve made you the happiest little omega on the planet, being tucked safely in your alpha’s arms, him locked in you so tightly, but right now, you just want to get away from him.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Dean soothes, running his hand up and down your side. “We’re gonna be here a while. It hasn’t been like that since my first rut, and I’m jammed in there pretty tight,” Dean chuckles. “Fuck, that felt good!”
You remain still and silent, not wanting to cause yourself any further pain, and grateful that if the tears you’re holding fall, you can blame it on the discomfort you feel.
“Uh, you know all that talk about claiming and pups was just that, right? Dirty talk?” Dean speaks, breaking the silence that had formed between you. “Because this life ain’t the place for weaknesses like mating bonds and pups.”
“I know.” It comes out in a whisper, but at least you didn’t burst into tears at the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dean.
“Good,” he states, pulling you further into his body and settling down to sleep.
Now all you need to do is wait until Dean’s knot deflates and he’s sleeping deeply. Then you can shower the stench of the alpha from your body and return to your room. Your space. Your haven. Your nest.
ONE MONTH LATER
The trouble with witches is that they’re more intelligent than most people give them credit for. And vindictive. They’re also the most vile monsters on the planet. Still, you can’t help but admire them. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud, but you can’t deny the genius of the one you’re hunting right now that’s had the three of you running around in five different states trying to catch her.
When your luck finally turns, and you find her hideout undetected—a hundred miles from the bunker, no less—the three of you get takeout and beer in the motel room, and form a plan to take the bitch down.
As the sun comes through the threadbare drapes, rousing you from the first restful night’s sleep you’ve had in weeks, you still feel tired and too hot. Trying to kick the duvet off your overheated body, you feel a solid block behind you and sigh. Sam and Dean had insisted you all share a room, knowing you’re all on the witch’s hit list and are safer in numbers until she’s dead, so you know it can only be Dean behind you.
Becoming more awake, you notice Dean nuzzling into your neck, his lips resting on your mating gland, and his calming, intoxicating scent surrounding you. This is the closest you’ve been to him since his rut a few weeks ago, making your stomach lurch.
Quietly slipping from the bed, you smile wistfully as the green-eyed alpha whines at your sudden absence. Dean has been looking at you strangely these past two weeks. You know that he knows you’re pulling away from him, but as always with the two of you, it’s gone unspoken. Dean never talks about his feelings, and the last time you did, well, let’s just say that’s when you knew you and Dean were a sinking ship.
Grabbing underwear, jeans, a vest top, and flannel from your duffel bag, you make your way into the bathroom, wanting for once to have a long, hot shower without it turning cold when soap suds are still in your hair because the boys have used it all up.
Fully dressed and towelling your hair, the first signs of this month’s heat make themselves known as your skin prickles and the twinges start in your lower belly. This will be the first heat you’ve endured without Dean in a long time, and you pray to Chuck or whoever the fuck is running things upstairs now, that you’re strong enough to handle it.
Taking two Tylenol for the impending cramps, and a suppressant to try to ease the other symptoms of heat, you brush the tangles from your wet hair and head over to the diner to get breakfast for yourself and the two alphas, the younger whose bed is now empty having gone out for his morning run, and the older who is still snoring, his nose buried into the pillow you’d slept on.
DEAN’S POV
Dean is pacing the motel room. Y/N’s scent is still strong in the air and tinged with the beginnings of her heat, a scent that always drives him fucking wild. Her damp towel hangs on the heated rail in the bathroom, so he knows she hasn’t been gone long, but he’s worried about her. Especially lately. And especially with a conniving witch bitch hellbent on vaporising them.
Y/N has been pulling away from him lately, and her sharp tongue has left him licking his wounds more than once. He’d been wracking his brain, going over their every interaction, trying to figure out what he’d done to piss her off. What hurt him the most was her obvious despair at having to share a bed with him last night.
He and Sam agreed the three of them would stay in one room until they’d killed the bitch. They were all on the witch’s radar, but if they stayed together, at least they had safety in numbers. When he gave the news to Y/N, she looked at him as if he’d kicked a puppy right in front of her, and that felt like a knife to his gut.
He’d even thought about saying she could sleep with Sam, but the very thought of that made him want to tear his younger brother’s throat out, so he had no choice but to grin and bear her cold shoulder and the cold bed.
Not able to make and take comfort in a nest for herself, Y/N had situated herself on the bed as far away from him as possible and contorted into the tiniest little ball she physically could, making it abundantly clear to him and Sam that she felt extremely vulnerable. Dean knew that hurt not only him but Sam too.
The sound of footsteps outside the room makes Dean grab the gun filled with witch-killing bullets from the dresser and point it at the door. He relaxes his stance and lowers the weapon when he recognises Sam’s shadow through the grimy motel room window.
“Have you seen Y/N?” Dean barks at his younger brother the second he walks through the door.
“Yeah, she’s sitting in the diner eating breakfast. I ran past her a couple of minutes ago,” Sam replied, stretching his calves and putting his earphones away.
“You talk to her?”
“No. I thought it best to give her some space. With the way things have been, and, you know, she’s on the verge of a heat and, uh, she hasn’t really been herself lately, and last night with the…” Sam sighed. “What happened between you two, Dean? Because that is not the happy Omega we know.”
“I wish I knew, Sammy. I really do, but I’m at a loss here.” Dean starts to pace again, in obvious distress and breathing deeply through flared nostrils.
“When was the last time things were okay between you?” Sam asked.
“My rut last month. But even then, the last time we, uh… you know… she was off.”
“Dean,” Sam’s jaw clenched, hoping he didn’t have to kick his brother’s ass for forcing himself on her.
“I knew she was distracted. Her head wasn’t in it, and I needed her so bad—” The dawning of realisation washed over the green-eyed alpha’s features, and he felt sick.
“What did you do, Dean?”
“I, uh, I fucked up. I had to get creative with some dirty talk to slick her up enough to get my knot in, and I… fuck!” Dean sits on the bed, places his head in his hands and pulls at his hair.
“Dean,” the younger alpha’s nostrils were also flaring now, but it was from anger as opposed to his brother’s distress.
“I played on what she wants. What she really wants, Sam. I’ve always been clear with her about what we have and never used any of what she… but that night, I told her I’d claim her and give her pups.” And just like that, everything makes perfect sense to Dean. Y/N is pushing him away because she desperately wants what he teased her with. “And then, as we lay there locked together, I told her it was just talk, and I could never give it to her.”
“Jesus, Dean! You’re telling me you used her by telling her you’d give her what she wanted, then you broke her heart by taking it all back, saying she could never have it so that you could knot her? That’s low, even for you!” Sam scoffs.
“I never said she couldn’t have it. I said I couldn’t give it to her. She’s leaving me, Sammy. It’s why she’s been pushing me away. Why she feels vulnerable around me now and wants her own space all the time.”
“Yeah, and you fucking deserve it!” Sam growls as he swings for Dean, clocking him in the jaw with an almighty crack. “She loves you, Dean! And you treat her like an omega whore you’ve paid to see you through a rut?” As the younger Winchester pulls his fist back and lands another punch, the door slams, making both men jump at the sudden movement.
“Enough!” Y/N’s voice verberates through the room. “What has gotten into you two?” The pack dynamic they’d forged for themselves had Y/N as the matriarch, and so her maternal tone had them shuffle their feet and look to the floor. “We have bigger problems to deal with right now, and you two fighting like a couple of juveniles will only give the witch the ammunition she needs to take us all down!”
“Sorry, Y/N,” both alphas mumble like a couple of scolded pups.
“I brought breakfast. Eat.” It’s an order that neither alpha dared disobey. They shuffle their way over to the small table, sitting down and eating silently while Y/N checks and rechecks their duffles for the witch hunt.
Y/N’S POV
Edging silently along the wall, gun in your hand, locked and loaded, you can hear a woman’s voice and Sam grunting, and realise you only have seconds to get this right. Taking a deep breath, you step into the room, and your eyes scan the surroundings.
Sam is against the wall, struggling against invisible restraints, and the witch speaks in Latin. Knowing that can only mean trouble, you raise the gun and take a second to get your aim right between the bitch’s eyes.
It’s a second too long, and she whips her hand to the right, your gun flying from your grip and landing across the room, as she continues her Latin chant as if you weren’t just trying to kill her.
You run at the first purple spark emitted from the witch’s palms, putting yourself between Sam and the witch without hesitation. You’d missed the first part of her curse, but you’d heard enough to know that the youngest Winchester could absolutely not be hit with it. You needed to get in front of it. You couldn’t let her ruin all three of your lives.
Closing your eyes, you wait for the curse to hit, but instead, a gunshot rings through the room, and everything goes silent. You don’t get hit by a gust of wind or an electric shock… just nothing.
Peeking an eye open, you see the witch lying on the ground, blood pouring beneath her and Dean glaring at you expectantly, his nostrils flared in anger. Not wanting to deal with him right now, you rush over to Sam, scanning over him and checking he’s okay.
“Sam! Are you hurt?” you ask as you crouch beside him and scan his body for visible injuries.
“No, just winded. I’ll be fine. Are you alright?” Sam touches your forearm to stop you from fussing about him.
“She’s a hell of a lot better than she coulda been!” Dean yells across the room. “What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N, huh? Throwing yourself in front of a witch like that, you coulda been killed!”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Dean. I’m—” Dean cuts off your response, marching towards you with his index finger pointing at you.
“I swear, if you say ‘I’m fine,’ so help me!” Dean only stops when he’s toe-to-toe with you, and he puffs his chest and rears his shoulders back, trying to intimidate you. Trying to make you submit to him.
“I am fine, Dean. The curse mentioned a brother, so it wouldn’t have affected me anyway,” you argue back.
“It could’ve killed you for all we know!”
“Dean, you need to calm down,” you implore.
“And you, Omega,” Dean says, his voice low and full of alpha authority and his finger dangerously close to your face, “need to start following my orders and stop purposely disobeying me because of some stupid tantrum you’re throwing! Go wait in the car.”
You do the worst possible thing you could do right now and laugh, before turning and walking away from him. You won’t let anyone speak to you like that, and you definitely won’t let Dean, either.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?… Don’t you dare walk away from me, Omega!” You can smell his pheromones from where you are and know that not only is it in pure anger, but because he’s extra on edge having being able to smell your heat and is starting to get antsy.
“Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work. You haven’t claimed me, Dean. I am not your omega. You made it very clear that I’m only good enough to be your rut bunny, and you know what? I’m done with that, so stay the hell away from me!”
“Y/N!”
Once again, you completely ignore him and keep walking. It’s hard because your body screams for him, but you won’t let him use you. Not anymore. Never again.
“Omega!” he roars again, and you walk out the door, slamming it behind you.
Screw waiting in the Impala. You’ll make your own way back, grab your bag, and go to another motel for the night. It was going to be a long enough car ride back to the bunker tomorrow, you needed some space—for everyone’s sake.
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Left at the Altar - Hangman (Part 2)
Pairing: Hangman / (Ex-Girlfriend) Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: Suggestive Content and Dialogue; Implied Nudity and Sex; References to Past Pregnancy Scares and UTIs (But None in the Present); Emotional Angst and Feels in line with Exes to Lovers; Second Person POV ("You"), No Y/N, No Physical Description of Reader (minus being a woman)
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Summary: You and Jake enjoy a night in the honeymoon suite.
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You laid on your side on the bed, trying to regulate your beating heart.
Your mind was still a little muddled by the afterglow, so you couldn’t help the bashful smile on your face as you snuggled into your pillow. After the two of you cuddled for a few minutes, Jake left your side for the bathroom so that he could clean the both of you up.
Cracking your eyes open, you surveyed the honeymoon suite closer. You didn’t really get a chance to take it in before you were focused on other things. Jake’s dress uniform was laid over one of the extra chairs in the room in mostly pristine condition, save for a few wrinkles. Your wedding dress, on the other hand, was missing a few button clasps and a zipper now.
Not that you minded. You did tell Jake that you didn’t care about what happened to it.
At the sound of footsteps, you opened your eyes fully and smiled softly when Jake walked over with a damp towel. His hair, unlike his uniform, was no longer perfectly styled, though you were sure that your hair was far worse. But his smile never seemed to change from the first moment that he spotted you lying on the bed.
“You know, there’s a nice big bath tub in there,” Jake drawled as he slowly climbed up to join you again. His eyes raked over your form playfully, earning an eye roll from you. “And you look like you need some cleaning up.”
You lightly smacked Jake’s arm for that comment, earning a small chuckle from him. He smirked up at you and settled between your legs. You shook your head at him, but that damned smirk of his just made it too hard to stay mad at him.
“And whose fault is that again?” you asked, spreading your legs so he could clean you up.
“I seem to recall you begging—”
“—I wasn’t begging,” you interjected with a huff.
“Alright, you weren’t begging,” Jake replied, like he didn’t believe his own words. “It was just a series of some very enthusiastic requests.”
“I’d hardly call it a request,” you mused, leaning back against your pillow. “It’s not like you’ve ever said ‘no’ to any of my ‘requests’ before.”
“Not in bed,” Jake agreed quietly with an unspoken added meaning behind his words.
Sobering at the reminder of some of your less than fairytale days together, you sat up on your elbows. Jake continued to focus on cleaning you, either too embarrassed by his own comment to discuss it further or just simply concentrating on the task in front of him. You quietly studied his expression as you tilted your hips up to assist him.
“You should go to the bathroom,” Jake stated after he finished up. “Don’t want you getting a UTI.”
“Again?” you joked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.
“You were the one who couldn’t keep your hands off of me that night,” Jake reminded you coyly.
“You certainly weren’t complaining,” you replied, swinging your legs around.
Still a little stumbly, you made your way into the bathroom. You finished cleaning yourself up and took a moment to fix your hair. When you were presentable again, you walked over to the bath tub that Jake mentioned. The tub looked like it was meant for a couple, which was fitting for a honeymoon suite, and when you spotted the bubble bath materials, your mind was made up.
You started running the bath and when the temperature was perfect, you plugged the tub to let it fill up. Returning to the bedroom, you spotted Jake laying on his back, looking like some kind of Greek god with the way he was lounging about. You tried to not stare too long at him as you walked over to the small fridge to grab the champagne that you dropped off yesterday.
“Eyes up, Lieutenant,” you stated as you bent over to open the fridge.
“In my defense, no one bends over like that unless they want someone to stare at their ass,” Jake replied, propping his head up on his arm. He smirked to himself as you straightened up with the champagne bottle in your hand. “And I could really get used to you calling me ‘Lieutenant’ when you’re dressed like that.”
You shot Jake a playful glare since all that you were wearing was a smile. Shaking your head at him, you headed back into the bathroom with your champagne bottle and glasses.
“Well, then come take a bath with me . . . Lieutenant,” you added on sultrily with a wink.
Jake slipped into the bathroom behind you about three seconds later. You handed off the bottle to him and turned to the bath to put in the bubbles. Jake popped the champagne and poured a glass for the both of you. Taking your glass with a smile and a quick peck to thank him, you motioned towards the bathtub with an encouraging look.
“You’re bigger.”
“I’d be happy to tell your ex that,” Jake quipped, causing you to shoot him a playful glare.
“Get in the tub, Jake. I’m getting cold.”
Jake slipped into the tub first and held out a hand to help you in as well. Slowly sinking into the heated water, you let out a pleased groan as you felt your tense and sore muscles start to relax. You leaned back against the tub and giggled when Jake reached out to grab your ankle.
“Relax,” he told you, slowly massaging your calf muscle. “Just relax.”
And so, you did. You rested your back against the curved wall of the tub and sipped your champagne while Jake gently massaged your tense muscles. Taking in the moment and the sheer domesticity of it all, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift.
Maybe it was natural to simply fall back into old habits and old thoughts. Especially when one was taking a nice heated bath. It was hard to not go down the thousands of ‘what if’ possibilities when Jake was sitting right there across from you. And the fact that the two of you always seemed to reconnect and fall back together right where you left off the last time didn’t help either.
So, your mind wandered.
What if Jake stayed in Texas and went to college with you, like everyone thought that he would? What if you sucked it up, left Texas, and followed him all around the country? What if one of those pregnancy scares over the years wasn’t just a scare? What if you accepted his proposal?
There were too many ‘what if’ scenarios to count, quite honestly.
“Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if . . .?”
You trailed off, unsure of if you wanted to finish your question or not. It seemed like a good idea at first but when Jake turned to meet your gaze, you couldn’t help but pause. But Jake, because he knew you so well and knew exactly where your mind went, could finish your question on his own.
“A lot,” he replied honestly, trailing his fingers around your knee. “Usually when I’m stuck on a carrier or on a long shift and I just . . . it just happens.”
“I know what you mean,” you agreed softly. You swallowed your emotions for a moment and stared down at the bubbles. “It’s hard not to go there. To go down all those different paths.”
“Which one do you go down most often?”
“What?”
“Which ‘what if’ gets you the most?” Jake asked quietly, rubbing the back of your calf.
You opened your mouth to respond because you knew exactly which ‘what if’ scenario was forever stuck in your mind, but you closed your mouth just as quickly as you opened it. After all, you and Jake had talked about that scenario over and over again.
“The one where I stayed in Texas?” Jake guessed after a moment of silence.
“Yeah,” you practically whispered, nodding slowly. “That one.” Taking a sip of your champagne, you set it aside before leaning in a little closer to Jake. “But now I know that path . . . we would have been worse off than we are now.”
“You’re sure?” Jake questioned, sounding a little surprised.
“Yeah, I am,” you replied confidently, reaching out to trail your fingers down his cheek. Smiling softly to keep your emotions controlled, you rubbed your thumb across his soft skin. “You would have been miserable if you stayed here, Jake. You would have hated it. And I didn’t understand that back then. And I put so much on you because of that, Jake, and I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t even tell you that I wanted to go into the Navy,” Jake returned, nuzzling into your hand. “I was so afraid of my parents somehow finding out and trying to stop me that I didn’t tell you. And then I just dumped it on you after selling you a fantasy of us going to college together and . . . I was ass for doing that to you. For putting you in that position in the first place. And I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” you assured him, sending him a small smile. “We were both only eighteen. We were kids.” Your eyes trailed along his features as a wider smile tugged at your lips. “And you know that I could never stay mad at you for very long anyways.”
“That is a very rare skill,” Jake replied, causing you to chuckle.
With a lovesick expression that looked like it belonged on the poster for a sappy 90s rom com, Jake gently pulled you across the tub. You laughed, but didn’t fight Jake as he pulled you in between his legs. Perching you up on his thigh, Jake quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you nice and close to him.
His lips were on yours in a second and you happily returned the favor. Turning slightly, you straddled him as well as you could in the tub and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep the two of you close. Jake’s hands slid down to your ass and gently cupped your cheeks, guiding your hips together. After a moment, you let out a breathy sigh and placed a hand on Jake’s chest to stop him.
“I’m going to need a few more minutes before we get back to that, Lieutenant,” you told Jake honestly, causing him to smirk and nod. He opened his mouth but you quickly pressed your finger to his lips to stop him. “Don’t ruin the moment with a dirty joke. Please.”
“As you wish,” he replied coyly, pressing a kiss to your finger and then your chin.
Settling in his lap once again, you leaned back against his chest. Jake threaded your fingers together and sunk your joined hands back beneath the bubbles to keep the two of you warm. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, which made you smile.
“What ‘what if’ scenario do you think about most?” you asked Jake quietly, glancing back at him.
“You don’t have a guess?”
“Well, I have a guess,” you corrected yourself, squeezing his hand just a little tighter.
“What’s your guess?”
“Me saying ‘yes’ to your proposal. Back in Pensacola after your flight school graduation,” you replied honestly, keeping your voice low. Jake nodded and pressed another kiss to your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. Staring down at the bubbles in front of you, you let out a breath to keep your emotions steady. “I wanted to say ‘yes’ but . . .”
“If you married me back then, we probably would be divorced or separated or we would absolutely hate each other by this point,” Jake stated bluntly and without a smidge of doubt. “You weren’t ready to leave Texas and I would have pushed you too far moving around as often as I did.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you agreed quietly.
“I didn’t mean that as a bad thing,” Jake quickly added, causing you to look up and meet his gaze again. “It means that you’re steady. Hell, you kept me grounded so many times over the years that I probably couldn’t even begin to count.”
“Well, you’ve always been a dreamer and never one to let anyone stop you,” you returned softly, trailing your free fingers down his chest. Smiling softly to yourself, you leaned back against Jake. “I can’t tell you how many adventures that I would have been too scared to go on without you encouraging me or holding my hand through it.”
“Even after the Ferris wheel incident?”
“Even after the Ferris wheel incident,” you echoed with a light chuckle.
“You know, I can’t tell you how much trouble I would have gotten into without you to pull me back down,” Jake replied honestly. “Especially in high school. I didn’t make the best decisions and you were always right there to tell me when I was being an idiot.”
“Don’t forget about that mouth of yours,” you reminded him, earning a deep chuckle in return. “Still saying every thought that comes into your brain?”
“Somewhat.”
“So, that’s a ‘yes’,” you drawled playfully.
“Maybe.”
The two of you shared a laugh and the last bit of heat in your bubble bath. But eventually, the water grew a bit cold and not even Jake’s space heater qualities could keep you warm. So, you drained the tub and quickly showered off the bubble bath residue. But toweling each other off afterwards quickly got your hands wandering all over again.
The last rays of the sun had completely disappeared, bathing the bedroom in darkness. Jake gently backed you up against the bed as your lips met in another rather desperate embrace. With a gentle nudge, you fell back against the soft sheets and smiled up at Jake as he crawled on top.
You cupped his cheeks with your hands, focusing on the kiss and the feel of his body draped over your own and not the impending deadline. About the fact that Jake had to leave. He had a life back in Miramar to get back to and you still had to deal with the fallout of your wedding day.
Your little bubble wasn’t going to last for much longer, so you were going to soak it up while you could.
“I don’t want you to go,” you whispered quietly, resting your forehead against Jake’s own.
“I don’t want to go,” he returned just as softly. Stealing another kiss from your lips, Jake pressed a series of kisses around your face. “I don’t want to leave you.”
Fighting a wave of tears that you were not prepared to deal with, you simply nodded and pulled Jake’s lips back to your own. You nudged him to roll over and he did so without complaint. Stradling him, you took a moment to memorize his heartbeat beneath your fingers and the way that his green eyes caught the dim lighting. You let out a quiet amused noise to avoid bursting out into tears.
“Is it crazy to tell you that I love you after the day that I just had?” you asked him as your lips wobbled between a smile and a shaky line.
“No,” Jake replied quietly, gently grabbing your hips, “because I know that I’ve never stopped.”
Nodding slowly as another wave of emotions hit you, you leaned down to press a kiss to Jake’s lips. You needed a distraction and something to focus on. And Jake was intent upon giving you that.
After all was said and done, you rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arm around his waist. Even though you tried to fight it, sleep was definitely calling your name. You had been up since the ass crack of dawn preparing for your wedding and then the events of the day definitely took their own toll on you.
“You can go to sleep,” Jake assured you, pressing a kiss to your head.
“You won’t be here when I wake up,” you argued back.
“I know,” Jake replied, rubbing circles into your hip. “But that way, we don’t have to say ‘goodbye’.”
“I hate both of those options,” you sniffled, looking up at Jake through your eyelashes.
“I hate them too,” he agreed quietly.
Biting your bottom lip to try and keep a rein on your teetering emotions, you simply snuggled up into Jake’s side more. You let out a shaky breath to calm yourself down and took a moment to collect yourself. But all of that seemed to be useless when you opened your mouth.
“When is it going to be our time, Jake?” you whimpered out.
“I wish that I knew,” he stated with his voice breaking at the end. “It would make this a lot easier.”
And because neither of you could emotionally handle having that conversation right then and there, you simply held each other while you still could. Between the beat of Jake’s heart and the warmth of him and the blanket and your own emotional exhaustion, it didn’t take much else to pull you to sleep. The last thing that you recognized was Jake’s lips against your forehead and then you fell asleep.
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You woke up to a thin ray of sunlight shining into your eyes. Blinking awake, you rolled over in your bed sleepily. You rubbed your eyes and let out a yawn but sobered when you noticed a change in the room. Sitting up in bed, you noted Jake’s missing uniform and bag.
They were gone. He was gone. Back to Miramar and away from you.
Holding your head in your hands, you let out a quiet sob.
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i love when you rewatch a movie and you notice lil details that you didn't before :' ) like how m.iles chooses to sit in the backseat of his dad's car rather than sit up front with him. that tells us right off at the start that there's some discomfort on his end bc he's creating distance between them, even if it's a small distance. he could have sat his bags in the back -- most people would have instead of sitting them in the front seat. you come to understand why m.iles creates that distance as the movie progresses and you see that his dad tends to be harder on m.iles than his mom is. his mom is softer on him and maybe understands him a little better, too, which is why m.iles doesn't put up a fight when she's giving him a kiss goodbye ( he complains but there's no real push ). later on, too, she says something like, " he didn't even pick up for me, " implying that m.iles must typically take her calls even when he's avoiding his dad.
this is a little ramble-y but!! it's lil details like that that make me so happy bc it's good story-telling!! i love when movies show vs. tell bc actions really can be so effective in getting your point across and more impactful, too.
now don't click the read more unless you're okay with spoilers for a.tsv!! i mean it bc it's a big spoiler!!
this might be reaching, but i do wonder if placing m.iles in the back of the police car and showing us his pov, looking at his dad through the mesh/bar/whatever you call it window is also referencing the fact that he would have become the prowler and a criminal/villain had he not been bitten by that spider? i feel like it's really more about establishing where the characters stand with each other, but it's an interesting thought! especially since m.iles' colors for the ' spidey sense ' were originally purple and green before switching to blue and red, so i don't doubt the writers were having fun with foreshadowing and whatnot :' )
#it's about the little details okay i get so happy when i notice them :' ))#anyway forgive me for rambling about this here instead of posting some actual writing! i'm just tired and indulging in a lil rewatch#i won't lie i'm tempted to make a separate blog for spiderverse stuff just bc i feel a lil bad making y'all see it all the time#it's got me by the throat but a most of y'all followed for demon slayer stuff or one of my other fandoms#i'm kinda scared to do that though in the event that the blog gets barely any traction bc entering a new fandom#with oc's?? past experiences have left me wary ;n;#in other happier thoughts though the temptation to pick up canon muses from this franchise as test muses grows every day asdf#get ready to ramble | ooc
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pumpkin spice - m.m
Warnings: Smut, 18+, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), spicy spicy sex 🤭, multiple orgasms, hot hot hot, voyeurism
Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader
A/N - spoky 🎃👻 (yes, I’ve quite literally copy and pasted this from my main blog, don’t come at me, Idc. This is set in the modern day but with 2000s eminem coz I can’t be bothered to change the plot, sorry not sorry.
also if it says ‘lando/lan’ anyways, it’s meant to be em, I literally copy and pasted it from my other blog smh
“A couple’s outfit would be cute,” you said, scrolling through your Pinterest feed, a few cute outfits of Mario and Princess Peach, as well as Disney themed ones. “I wasn’t exactly intending to go for ‘cute’,” Em said, sitting beside you.
He was in some random black hoodie of his, the hood pulled over his curls as he watched you scroll on your laptop. “Then what?” you gave him a huff, your lip pushed out in a pout. “I was thinking something along the lines of hot,” he mused with a shrug, taking a sip of his pumpkin spice latte.
“Men should apologise to women for saying this is bad,” Em hummed, lifting the cup to your lips as you took a sip. “I agree,” you said, letting him take control of the keyboard, holding the warm cup in your hands as he searched for an outfit. “Call it cliche, but I’d look hot as the Joker,”.
“…I’m gonna call it cliche,”.
But finally, after a whole week of him persuading you not to dress up as Jasmine and Aladdin, you settled on being the Harley Quinn to his Joker. The Halloween party was fire, some friends dressed in outfits, ranging from extreme to merely some makeup.
Em himself had scrunched his hair with green dye that he could wash out the next day, face smeared with white paint, his lips stained with red colour, in the classic joker suit. And fucking hell, he looked really hot.
“What are you doing??” you hissed as you felt his hand on your waist, guiding you away from the dim, purplish-blue lights, his face illuminated with streaks of pink light shedding on his perfect features. “You look so hot,” he mumbled, taking in your shirt and little skirt.
“So do you,” you said, your boots clicking as he pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door. “We’re not doing a bathroom fuck,” you huffed as he rolled his eyes. “I never said I was planning on it,” he pointed out as you let out an amused giggle.
“Your body language implied it. Heavily,” you said with a scrunch of your nose as he gave your sides teasing squeeze. “My body language says just you fucking wait til we go home,” he hissed into your ear, the sudden shift between playing and lust evident as your breath hitched.
Yet, before a word could be spoken, he left. God, Marshall Mathers was nothing short of a little damn tease. And he knew it so fucking well, sometimes you just wanted to…you didn’t even know. But thanks to him, you couldn’t party and jump anymore, your thighs squeezed together with heat.
“Em,” you said, reluctantly grabbing your boyfriend’s wrist as he turned to you, one of his hands clasping a red plastic cup, “can we go now?”. He cocked his head, a smirk threatening to jump to his features. “Home?” he said, voice almost mocking.
“Oh but baby,” he said, the pet name almost tantalising and hitting straight to your core, “I’m not done partying,”. This little shit!? “Em,” you hissed, a little annoyed at his teasing as he mimicked your half-pout. He pulled you close to him, your hips swaying in time with the music as he held your hips…or rather, your thighs.
He knew fully one his hands were almost under your skirt, as he dragged his fingers down to toy with your wet core, your panties warm with your heat, legs throbbing and desperate. “Em, we’re in public,” you said, eyes wide as he circled your clit through your panties.
“I know that,” he said, rolling his eyes, “just wanna feel how wet my girl is,”. You whined, trying your hardest not to grind down on his hand as he clucked his tongue. “Needy thing,” he said, “go to the bathroom,”. At his words, your eyes lit up, was he gonna give you what you wanted?
Nope.
Marshall Mathers, the man that he is. “Hey baby,” he said, digging his hands into his pockets as he walked in. You had positioned yourself sitting on the sink already, ready for him…your eyes travelling over his costume and how good his hair looked, scrunched in the green dye, a smirk on his handsome face.
“Got a little thing for you,” he thrusted a small device into your hands as you whined again. “Enjoy!” he called into the door before leaving. Little shit. You huffed, lifting one leg onto the sink and sliding the toy inside of you, a small moan on your lips. It didn’t make up the size of Em, but it’d work.
“Where’s the..?” you trailed off, frowning as you searched for the remote. Only for a sharp pulse to shoot into your core, your eyes rolling as you clung to the sink, the toy vibrating against your core. “You good, girl?” some other girl walked in, raising a brow to you as you nodded.
“Y-Yeah,” you breathed, forcing a smile to your face, “just had too much to drink is’all,” you said, words slurring a bit. The girls gave you a bit of a weird look as you left but you didn’t care, far too caught up in the fact that Em had the damn remote and was teasing the unholy fuck out of you.
“Em,” you whined, hands gripping onto his shoulders as he swayed your body, and you desperately tried to keep your face natural. “Too much f’you?” he smirked, “this isn’t what you wanted?”. God, did he always have to be a tease. “Shame, don’t wanna go trick or treating now, do you?”.
“Em, I swear to god, I’ll-,” you growled, only to be cut off by your own yelp as you buried your face into his neck, feeling the sharp intensity of the vibrator as he turned it up. “What you’re gonna do is you’re gonna shut your little mouth for now,” he said, “and you can open it when I want you to suck my dick,”.
“You’re not in the place to argue with me,” he added more firmly as you huffed but kept your mouth closed. You’d be damned than to go a Halloween night without his cock to ravage you. “Wanna nail you so bad,” he said, voice dropping to a huskier level, “but you’re gonna earn it by being quiet,”.
You nodded, body shuddering with need but said nothing, as he went back to swaying on the spot, taking a sip from his red cup. “This isn’t mine,” he said, his voice quiet in your ear, putting the cup down and taking another. “Em, please,” you whined, your legs quivering, “can we go home?”.
He rolled his eyes once again, his hand holding onto your forearm to support you as you squeezed your thighs together, the feeling of the toy against your sensitive skin sending your body in little shock waves. He clicked his tongue but took you out anyways, walking to the car.
“Can’t believe you made me leave the party,” he said with a sigh, which was very much fake. Both of you knew he’d rather be nailing you right now. You huffed, a pout on your lips, which only turned to a shriek as he turned the vibrator to the maximum. “Em! Don’t d-do it that h-high!” you tried to fumble for the remote, which he held out of your reach.
“I’m g-gonna c-cum before we’re e-even home!” you tried to argue as he thrust the remote into the backseat somewhere. “Good,” he said, “I need you all wet f’me when we’re home, I don’t have time to finger you,”. Admittedly, it was a hot idea, but all you could focus on was the moans of pleasure as your orgasm flooded through.
The psycho Joker costume really did fit him, then. You managed to stumble inside as he smirked, lifting you up easily, tossing the vibrator into some corner, as he dropped you on the bed, your body bouncing. It was evident you were a little exhausted, but nowhere near tired enough for you not to get on your hands and knees immediately.
“Well will you look at that,” he mused, “someone’s needy,”. But, instead of his tip pressing to your clit, your back arched and you moaned as his tongue came in contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, replaced by his nose as he licked through your folds, his nose rubbing at your clit.
“Em, oh my-,” you cut yourself off with a moan as your body threatened to collapse, only stopped by his wrapping an arm round your waist to steady you as he pushed himself further between your folds, his tongue licking further through your sensitive skin, circling your entrance as he pushed inside of you.
You gasped again, subconsciously pushing yourself closer to him, his tongue swirling round inside of you collecting your juices as his lips coated in the stuff, his hand reaching for undo the top of your outfit. Sure, maybe this wasn’t a ghostface sort of thing, but it was alright, wasn’t it?
A gasp of half indignance and a whine left your lips as he moved away from you, straightening up. “Em,” you whispered, maybe he would give you what you wanted? He turned a blind eye to it, ignoring you as he watched a spider climb over the wall. “Em!” you whined again.
There was no way on Halloween night that he was going to leave you with your fingers, right? “Beg for it,” he said simply, another huff leaving your lips, “without the attitude,” he pinched your chin between his fingers harshly as you nodded. “Em,” you whined, your voice trying to convince.
“Can you go down on me? Please?” you begged as he hummed. “Could do,” he said with a shrug, making you more and more frustrated. “Em!” you started again, “please, I need you so bad, feel how wet I am,” you traced his finger through your folds. That was enough for him.
“Sit on my face,” he said, your eyes widening. You’d never done that before, but you needed him so mad, no matter what form he came in as he laid on the bed, his hands holding your thighs as you lowered down.
“All the way,” he tutted, pulling on your thighs as your clit made contact with his nose, his tongue pushed deep inside of you, reaching for the spot that made you scream his name, your hands bunching in his hair, your nails digging into his neck.
You knew he was okay with it, his eyes shimmering from beneath you as his lips moved under your folds, his tongue sliding in and out of you, as you slowly moved your hips. “That’s it,” he cooed, his voice deep and muffled beneath you as he coaxed you to ride his face, his nose buried in your clit.
You could feel yet another orgasm building inside of your stomach, quicker this time, almost like the last one had prompted off a domino effect, your eyes rolling as Em gave you full control, his tongue out, your core dripping with need and want. His hands reached up to your with your tits, slowly cupping them, teasing at the nipples with his thumbs as you moaned.
“Oh fuck, Em, right there,” you gasped, finding that point that made your toes curl, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. You looked over your shoulder, the growing bulge in his pants growing by the second as you turned around, reaching your hand under his belt, taking his heavy, thick cock in your palm.
His gasp went straight to your core, your hips grinding down, his nose and lips coated in your juices, slick and easy to move across him as you spread the precum leaking for, his tip across his length, tracing the vein along the underside of his cock with your free hand, all whilst moving across his face.
Your thighs squeezed round his head, your clit throbbing as your orgasm pushed through, your body limp and weak, hand movement across his rock-hard cock slowing down and becoming sloppier and sloppier. He sat up, holding you on his lap as you pumped his cock, moving your core along his bare thighs. God how needy could you be?
You’d teased him earlier, now he’d get his payback. You watched with narrowed eyes as he licked his fingers, your juices collected on his lips as he cleaned it off with his tongue. “I’m not here to just please you,” he said, moving his hips as if to say ‘I have needs too’. You might’ve sounded selfish, but you were desperate.
With a huff, you moved onto your knees, opening your mouth as he tutted. “Really? That’s all? You know that won’t fit,” he said, pushing your lips apart further. You gasped as he slid into your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue, pushing your lips apart as he felt the bulge in your cheek.
His tip was pressed against the back of your throat, almost as if was letting you adjust - and just when you felt like your mouth was gonna explode, he pulled out, your small coughs and splutters filling the air. He pushed your head further, your small gagging sound against his thigh vibrating through his body. Tears began to form in your eyes from how hard he was pushing you, his cheeks flushed red with pleasure.
“Are you a slut, Y/N?” he asked, pulling you off of him as you gasped for air, the air smelling like sex, your eyes hazy and filled with slight tears from the strain as you nodded. “Yes,” you said, you didn’t need him to tell you to use your words as he hummed again. He was less rough, instead, bobbing your head up and down on the tip only, guiding your small hand to the base and pushing it up and down.
You gagged again, pushing more of him into your mouth. There was something about the way he gasped and his eyes rolled at your bold move...he turned his head to look down, your thighs squeezing together as he pushed them apart, eyes running over your wet folds once more.
Your back arched as he toyed around with your folds once more, circling your entrance with his thumb as you continued to bob your head, almost copying his movements on his cock. You whined as he pushed his longest finger into you, slowly pumping as your head fell a little onto his knee.
His other hand tangled in your hair, pushing you further down on his cock, a bulge forming in your throat as he fingered you, your cunt clenching round his digits. “Need my cock in you, do you?” he asked, to which you nodded, lips never leaving his cock. “Of course you do,” he scoffed, pulling you off of him by your hair.
You whined as he did so, your lips almost reaching to put him back on your tongue, the feeling of his heavy, thick cock against your tongue sending pulses into your core, but you weren’t complaining as he turned you round, pushing you over the bed, your ass against his cock as he groaned, pulling you back.
“Please, I need you,” you gasped, your hands balling into fists into the sheets as he hummed, reaching one hand round the front of you toy with your clit, your head falling into the mattress as he slid his cock inside of you, the pad of his thumb flicking over your slick bundle of nerves.
“Fuckin’ tight, aren’t you?” he groaned, your cunt clenching round his thigh member, the vein along the bottom throbbing against your entrance before he started moving, pulling all the way back so his head was hanging inside of you, before he plunged back inside of you, another moan on his lips.
“So full,” Em groaned into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he pulled one of your arms behind your back, holding it there as you dragged at the bedsheets, his hips moving slowly, each thrust picking up pace, as he moved his other hand out of your hair to squeeze at the flesh of your ass.
“Fuck, my favourite treat,” Em gasped, his voice hoarse and rough as he held you close to him, his chest pressing to your back, the scent of sweat and the sheen of his sweat on his skin evident in the air as you moaned, your cheeks flushed red, hair messy and disheveled.
“Daddy’s little monster, yeah?” Em groaned, picking up the shirt he’d thrust onto the side when he’d tore it from your body, thrusting it onto the bed in front of you as your pussy strangled at his cock, your hips moving to try and take all of him, earning yourself a sharp smack on the back of you ass.
A strangled moan left your lips at the feeling as he scowled, one hand wrapping round your throat as he pulled all the way out. You whined again, the sound muffled from Em’s hand as your cunt clenched round air, and you could practically feel the amused smirk playing on his lip.
Without warning, he pushed himself back into you again, pulling a loud shriek out of you, his thick length hitting resistance immediately. He muffled your moan let again, his fingers digging into your lips as he heard the doorbell suddenly. “The fuck-?” he asked, pulling out of you as you whined.
“Em,” you said, tugging at his hand as he stood up. “You can’t be that pathetic,” he said, very much nearly in disbelief that you couldn’t wait for his cock. “Fucking wait, and don’t you dare touch yourself,”. The doorbell went off again, the childish sound of ‘trick or treat’ ringing through the house as Em groaned.
“Behave,” he said, pulling his outfit back up properly and rushing down the stairs with the bowl of candy. You couldn’t help it, you needed to feel something, as you buried two fingers deep into your heat, not even making up half the side of his thick girth as you fucked yourself on your fingers.
“You little fucking-,” you gasped as Em glared at you, your fingers freezing deep inside your cunt, eyes wide. “Em, I-,” you were cut off as his hand reached to your hair, pushing you back onto the bed. “I don’t care,” he snapped harshly as you opened your mouth to speak.
A shriek left your lips as he plunged his cock once more into your cunt, welcomed with a wave of your juices. You were dizzy, breathless as he kept filling up your pussy with short, harsh strokes. Heavy grunts and growls accompanied the wet sounds of your sloppy holes getting fucked as he worked himself into a frenzy, your moans turning to squeaks.
His hips were moving to fast, ploughing in and out of you, you were sure you’d have bruises, and the ability to walk would be nothing but a damn myth to you. “You’re a fucking whore, Y/N,” Em growled into your ear as you whined. “I’m not a-,” you started.
“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, landing a harsh smack onto your ass as you shrieked again. “Just shut up and take my cock,” he said, his chest heaving as his thrusts became sloppier, your cunt clenching round him as your orgasm hit, your body spasming with need, from what felt like your hundredth orgasm that night.
You’d lost count at that point anyways, as you shook, your arms shaking and hands clawing at the bedsheets as Em tightened his grip round your neck, his seed spilling into you, dripping out of your tight cunt, his cock hanging inside of you before he pulled out, a moan on your lips as he pushed his own cum back inside of you.
“Happy Halloween, baby,”.
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Cannot wait...
Still a month away from watching these two be their adorable goober selves together:
I keep telling everyone around me I'm going to be insufferable for a while, with Jimin and Muse coming soon and then these two together, week after week ... makes me giddy. Sorry, not sorry.
We'll get teasers. I'm going to squee over all of those as well. Again, sorry, but not very sorry at all actually.
All of it takes me back to when I realized JK's 2022 Vlog was going to be centered around camping. Honestly? I was a little surprised. He has never come across as the outdoorsy type to me. But he'd never had the chance to express much of what interests him outside of BTS and outside of what we saw on various content through the years either!
This series of vlogs helped us see each member doing things they chose to do on their own and helped kick off the "solo" era in 2022.
Jungkook's delight in stopping at Korea's version of Buc-ee's and buying gas station food and eating to his heart's content was oddly satisfying. Maybe because I take great pleasure in doing such simple things too, after all, the best part of a road trip is stopping to buy snacks along the way, am I right? The service area where they stopped is called the Gapyeong Service area on the Seoul-Yangyang Expressway (60). These places are like a food court/mini mall. Just like Buc-ee's.
I am already laughing at the thought of he and Jimin stopping at a grocery store to buy deli pizza in Connecticut... IT'S GOING TO BE WOEFULLY SUBSTANDARD I FEAR!
In his 2022 vlog, Jungkook helped set up the camper he slept in and cooked and sat around the campfire drinking. And we know in past Bon Voyage seasons and other content, they've pitched tents and slept outdoors. All of these things he must have immensely enjoyed if we might be seeing them again soon with Jimin.
Then there's the recent story going around about someone spotting he and Jimin returning their rental car in Japan and learning Jungkook was driving... Jungkook got to drive on the "wrong" side of the road in Japan! He put that international driver's license to use finally!
From the preview clip the other day, it appears Jungkook also got to practice his motorcycle handling skills. Handling a Harley Davidson is a bit trickier than handling a smaller motorcycle. Those things are heavy. And it's a little different when you have a passenger sitting behind you. The two Harley helmets we saw sitting on the edge of his sofa last year... yep, he's had practice.
TMI: I was today year's old when I learned that motorcycles are banned on major roadways in Korea.
Are we going to see how Jimin scraped his knuckles while snorkeling on Jeju?
And that nekkid-in-bed live when Jungkook was begging him to come over and Jimin told him to look at the photo he sent... did Jimin get a black eye from being elbowed when they were sleeping?
And as I was running through my blog posts, I realized all of these things I previously said last year:
Me wondering if their trip to Japan was unstructured and spur of the moment...
I wondered if Closer Than This was a pre-release to an upcoming album...
I'm thankful to Tae for bringing JK along with his Wooga friends to that ski resort back in 2022. We can't know if JK had ever snowboarded before that but it appears he loved it enough to want to stick around long after they left him there. And now he had the chance to do it again with Jimin! I know they had so much fun together. At the beginning of this year, I pointed out some fun facts about Sapporo...
Skiing? Snowboarding? All of the above?
And save this for future reference, it's the onsen resort image we heard about and I mentioned in a weekly Bangtan report this past February....
Maybe none of the above will be accurate, but thinking about how much fun they had anyway has me very excited for August 8.
#are you sure?#is this right?#jikook#kookmin#jimin#jungkook#traveling with jimin and jungkook#can't stop smiling about it#the staff editors better be on their best game#insufferable will be my middle name for the foreseeable future
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