#Jared please control yourself!

[aborddelimpala]

#SPNDC 2023 | Main Panel | Fuck it list 🤣

[yandere-kokeshi]

— it's mate

Pairing: yandere tentacle-monster x gn reader

Summary: coming home angry from a bad day at work, you started to have fun with yourself. But some tentacles under your bed also wanted to join.

Warnings: yandere behavior, cursing, and smut: mention of dildo’s, reader watches porn from phone (that's soon forgotten), masturbation, slight choking, tentacles (DUH), anal, creampie in all ends (;)), and hints at eggs. 

Sighing softly, you dropped your bags from work as you entered your home, the exhaustion of the day at the office weighing heavy on your shoulders. 

Your dickbag of a boss, Jared, was an idiot. Blaming you for things that were out of your control. Treating you differently than the rest of your team. Teasing too far and being too touchy for comfort. What an ignorant prick. 

It was irritating just thinking about him. 

Watching his ‘unique’ hair toss back, dye a colorful green, and flaunt it like it’s the most amazing thing. Oh, and let’s not forget about the horrible smell of cigarettes. The sharp cologne was worse. 

Gagging was a good way of describing him.

You weren’t hungry. Eating soup at lunch was fulfilling, but you were fulfilling something else. Something more… private. 

Walking into your bedroom, you sluggishly undressed yourself, throwing the dirty clothes onto the floor as you reached for your t-shirt. But you hesitated, stopping in your tracks before, knowing full well you don’t need it. 

It was a long day, and you deserve a treat. A good treat, that’s for sure. 

You flopped on your bed, a sizzling warmth of desire swirling in your stomach. You were unsure where the urge came from, considering that nothing — not even your favorite dildos were in sight to tempt you. 

But it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

The soft comforter tickled your bare legs, making you bite your lips. You snaked your hands up your stomach to your chest, fondling your now-hardened nubs. It sent chills down your spine, but it wasn’t satisfying your needs. 

You reached beside you, unlocking your phone with swift fingers, and began your search; the reliable porn site you used all the time when days were too rough. 

Quickly finding an appealing video, one that you knew would get you off, you pressed it — feeling your thighs clench uncontrollably at the excitement. 

As the video continued, you chewed your lips and snaked your hand underneath your laced underwear; feeling wetness pile. Your head falls back into your pillow, your fingers barely grazing your hole.

You felt your entire body flush. Electricity sends signals down your legs and into your sex. Within seconds, one of your hands went up to fondle your sensitive nipples. Gripping at them, you swirled a finger around your areola. 

Goosebumps rode over you. 

Gasping, you stroked your hole before entering it — slowing the pace as stretching, slight pain came, then quickening it another second later as pleasure and hotness envelops you. 

“Fuck–” you rasped out, pleasure shooting through you and the rope in your abdomen tightening; a clear sign of your closeness. 

Your phone slid beside you, the voices and sounds turning you on more than ever. You quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices in your sex with your two fingers. 

Suddenly, a faint feeling — a sliding, wet object wraps around your ankle, yanking it closer to the edge. Even with your fingers, you were too occupied with wanting to finish. But yet, something else joined in. 

Black tentacles rose from under your bed, connecting to your ankles and going up your body with a weird sensation: a cold, slick but hot touch. It was pleasing. Odd. Enjoyable nevertheless. 

Cursing out, you turned your gaze down towards your bare legs, seeing black tendrils gripping your ankles. Realization hit you like a bat, and you snatched your legs up, scrambling to sit upright. 

But the darkness grew bigger – pooling around your legs, dragging your form down slowly as they gripped your thighs, skin pulling at the sounds of suction cups pulling at them. 

It was pleasant, fulfilling, just like your desire. Despite your racing heart.

It made no sound, but the pressure increased until your legs parted willingly, and you lay back against your pillow. Yet, you let out a surprised gasp – feeling a black tendril immediately coming up and gripping your neck. 

The thick appendage swirled around your face, pulsing in a way as it was leaving a type of sticky substance onto your cheek — It stopped at your mouth, almost asking for consent before forcing it into your parted lips.

You gagged, but mewled as an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body, right under your skin like thunder. 

Cool and insistent, the pleasure seemed to touch you everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Something purred loudly from the blacks of your room. But you couldn’t pay attention to the almost-ancient voice. 

The tentacle in your mouth began to pump slowly, moving further down your throat. You gagged loudly, and when you tried pulling it out, the slick but hot-to-touch skin rose a large growl from the abyss of your room — the sound echoing itself into your very soul. 

You found yourself mewling in seconds. The thick, iridescent tendril between your legs started to tease you; purring loudly, as if it was enjoying your tensed body and gagging state. 

First heat then cold prickled your skin from the inside, all the while the creature remained between your bent legs. 

You knew you should be afraid, yelling for help, but it felt so good. You were so wet.

Then, what felt like a thick, serpentine tongue lapped curiously around your sex, tasting you, before the very tip pressed against your hole and you yelped. That same numbing, tingling, intense hot and cold, almost like when you tasted alcohol for the first time, began to swirl around your hole, tracing the lines of your puffed sex, and finally dipping inside you.

You moaned in pleasure, toes curling, as the creature moved rhythmically in and out of you, licking over your nipples when it pulled out, then returning the pressure to your inner walls until you were dripping and shuddering. 

It seemed to like it when you moaned, pushing deeper and gripping your thighs with its strange, tentacles which joined in your other hole.

“More…” breathed a deep and echoing voice, the walls of your room itself echoing the demand. 

You were stuffed in each way. 

The tentacle in your mouth started to jerk quickly, the tentacle slapping against your chin with every thrust. You moaned, feeling pleasure sweeping through you, you wanted to say more. Please give me more. But you couldn’t. 

Not when you’re stuffed to the brim. 

Spit dribbled down your chin. Numbing your skin as it face-fucked you; the movements becoming uneven, and the creature, somehow, groaning in a non-English language. 

“Such a pretty thing…”

The voice rang in your ears, your throat bulged as a muffled scream erupted from you — feeling pulsing ropes coiling around your arms, legs, and thighs; wrapping each of your limbs tightly and spreading you wider as you rose faster to your needed climax. 

Suddenly, an intense pleasure like nothing you had ever experienced swept through you, starting from your sex and sweeping up your body under your skin like electricity. 

And with that, the length, deep-throating you, sent hot strings of fluid down your throat; coating your tongue with salty, but delicious fluid that was entirely making you crazy. 

“Yesss….” came the echoed voice, one tendril tightening around your leg as another was playing with your nipples, “Swallow us whole, pretty human.”

Your eyes were watering, as you swallowed the continuous hot, thick fluid down your tightening throat. You couldn’t breathe, all your holes being used.

Seconds went by, and before you know it, the creature slid itself out of your abused throat — you let out a low-pitched whine, not only at the fact of not finishing, but wanting to continue.

Your struck nerves were going through the roof, and the creature was enjoying it.

“No need to be upset,” the creature cooed, “You’ll soon finish. Just need to prepare for the breeding process, mate.”

The voice hummed as your eyes widened. But, it left with no room for questioning or begging, because when it said that, you were quickly repositioned — you now being on your stomach, face being squished against your pillow, and feeling a rope slithering down your sleek back. Assuring you as to what’s about to come. 

Your heart lurched as you felt something much larger, thicker, took the place of the thin tentacle, the head testing against your entrances until your spine arched, and you moaned loudly against the writhing darkness around you. 

Then, in one brutal motion, it seated itself inside you. 

Its lengths filled you, and something pressed against that spot as its movements crescendoed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

You moaned shamelessly, “Yes–! More!” 

The surrounding air got warmer, the movements behind you slightly rougher as each tentacle took turns — one going in, another going out, and vice versa. 

“All ours.”

The growls it revealed sent shivers into your soul. And you were taking everyone like a whore. 

Pleasure like you’ve never felt before swept through you, and you bit into the sheets, moaning like a good ol’ breeder as drool smeared across your hot skin. Strong, and thick tentacles surrounded your waist, arms, and thighs as it pounded into you faster as it growled loudly. 

And finally, you broke. 

You came with a scream, back arching, hips lifting, and hands gripping the wet sheets. Your body spasmed, the rope in your stomach snapped, and the fire spread along your body; sending you over the edge.

“You take us so well — sooo tight.”

And with that, the creature climaxed — hot, thick, and filling cum filled you to the prim. Many tentacles nuzzle your neck, jaw, and help pull your sweaty hair out of your forehead. 

It purred as the fluid filled you still. You felt the tentacles still pleasuring you, sliding in and out of your spent holes at a tortuously slow speed. Even though you were full, you felt hot liquid dribble down your thighs and onto the bed. 

The creature chuckled, a slimy-like tongue licking your sweat. It seemed to enjoy your taste.

“We promise to provide the best treatment for you – after all, we are not done.”

You didn’t say anything, even though you wanted to. You simply allowed exhaustion to wash over you, claiming you instantly as your eyes fluttered closed. 

The next morning, the birds chirping and the morning light shining in your room, you grunted at your sore body. Still feeling the same hotness as you felt before. At first, you were so sure it had to be a dream.

But as you looked down, seeing circled hickeys stained onto your skin, and the sheets stained with liquid, it proved you wrong.

Before you could get up, and use the bathroom to clean yourself up from the very messy night — you felt a thick appendage wrap around your ankle, yanking you back into the bed. And before you could speak, something beat you to it.

“Didn’t we tell you we are not done? We need you as our personal mate.”

Goosebumps rose, and the very ache inside you throbbed. 

Before long, you were at it again — all your holes used, your ass and main hole used as breeding grounds as your mouth was used as a bucket holder. And yet, you couldn’t ask for more than a perfect thing. 

You couldn’t say anything, your voice was worn out too long ago that you had forgotten. 

And yet, just as you placed your hand on your belly, hours already passed as a small tentacle affectingly swirled against your fingers, you felt your tummy quite larger; a hint of its impregnating grounds already working. 

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[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you please do a Paul x reader where she is trying to make Paul really jealous by flirting with embry or Jared

You set down the tiny shovel and place the seeds in the small hole. You covered it up before a voice calls out to you.

"Y/n! I need you!" It's Emily inside her house.

"Coming!" You yell back and stand up from the grass. You look at the flowers Emily got you to plant on the side of her house. You're satisfied with your work, hoping they live a long life.

You walk inside and see Jared and Embry sitting at the table laughing.

Emily is standing at the end of the table, looking disappointed in the boys.

"What's happening?" You chuckle awkwardly.

"These dumbasses made a bet. How Paul would react if you flirted with one of them." Emily sighs.

You face both of them with a raised eyebrow. "What the fuck? Why?" You laugh.

"Because it's funny." Embry says.

"I say, dude phases." Jared bets.

"No, no! Y/n controls his anger the best. I think he gets to swinging." Embry says. "20 bucks if I'm right."

"Whatever, Call." Jared says.

"Do I get a damn say?" You laugh and place your hand on your hip.

They both nod their heads. "Don't worry, you don't gotta do it. Mostly just a thought." He says to you. "I know if Kim were to flirt with your ugly ass, I'd rip your neck off." Jared points at Embry.

Embry rolls his eyes and then turns to you. "You down?" He asks.

"This isn't a good idea." Emily says.

You think for a moment. You've never seen Paul mad. It would kind of be funny. Maybe.

"Fine. Embry, you're the victim. I don't want to hurt Kim." You say.

And just on time, Sam and Paul step inside. You think fast and stand next to Embry, brushing through his hair. "Your hair is so soft." You gush.

Embry sits there awkwardly, not sure what to do. "Thanks. That feels nice." He sighs.

"Alright. Enough." Paul says, grabbing you and kissing you roughly. You kiss him back but pull away fast. Paul scoffs at the short kiss.

Emily whispers in Sam's ear, and he chuckles. That catches Paul's attention. "What?" He asks.

Sam shakes his head as a response.

You stand behind Embry and rest your hands on his bare shoulders. "Damn, you're so buff." You say.

Embry lifts his head and smiles up at you, winking.

"Oh, fuck no." Paul grabs your arm and pulls you into him. "Embry. Get. Your. Ass. Outside. Now." He growls.

You pull yourself out of his arm. Embry stands up and you stand next to him, leaning your head on his arm.

Paul begins to shake. He reaches for Embry and pulls him outside. "Hey! Hey! It's a prank! It's a joke! We're all in on it!" You hear Embry call out.

Everyone rushes out onto the porch. Sam is laughing, watching closely. Now, you're starting to feel bad.

Paul phases and growls at Embry. Embry phases and then cowers down to let him know he means no harm.

Jared laughs and claps his hands. "Embry's giving me 20 bucks."

Paul starts fighting Embry. Embry isn't causing any harm, just pushing him off of him. Then, Paul runs off into the woods. Embry faces you guys, huffs, and runs off, too.

After all of that, you and Paul are walking inside of your home. Before you can do anything, he roughly grabs your ass and then pushes your stomach against the wall. Your face is pressed up against it. He moves one hand up and wraps his fingers around your throat. He pulls your head back to whisper in your ear. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." He growls.

He forcefully turns you around so your back is against the wall. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around him. He kisses you roughly. He's biting. His tongue is forceful. Your hands reach his shoulders and you slightly dig your nails in his skin.

He throws his head back and then smirks. "Bed. Ass up. Don't speak." He warns.

YUH YUH! THANKS!

[crazyk-imagine]

Flickering Lights and Butterflies

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Enhanced!reader

Characters: Enhanced!reader, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Emily Young, Jacob Black, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Atera V, Jared Cameron, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea, Reader's sister (briefly mentioned), Unnamed Aunt (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being a butt, pack loves reader, I'm making it canon (for myself) that Quil is the shortest one of all, the guys tease the youngest members a lot, Emily is my iconic queen, I love writing for them, the pack is a wholesome and chaotic crew, this would have been so long so I broke it into two parts, I like adding Brady and Collin because they're my fun extras, my babies are causing themselves issues, literally don't know how involved I got with this, Sam knows when to listen to his luna

Word Count: 2,040

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You close your eyes and throw an arm over your head, covering the upper half of your face.

You can feel the energy from the person sitting beside you but don't move.

The crunching of the grass raising the hairs on your arms causing you to inadvertently shiver from the goosebumps.

"Are you ever going to come back inside?"

"Why should I?"

"First off, I don't want you to get a cold."

You sigh, "Emily-"

"I'm not pressuring you to come back inside but I don't want you to be cold. I don't want to lose another girl to hang out with because she was stubborn."

You scoff through your nose, lips twitching as you fight to keep your emotions in control. You push yourself up and stare up into the sky, blowing out a breath, seeing it disappear into the wind.

God it's cold.

"See, it's cold enough for you to see your breath which means it's time to come inside."

You smile at her concern, something you haven't heard in a while. "I'll be right behind you."

The knot in your shoulder tightens and the burning, tingling sensation is back. "I don't want to talk to him."

He huffs, "I'm not the bad guy here."

"You don't sound like the good guy either."

"Says you."

You push yourself off the ground and rush past him.

He grabs your arm, pulling you back.

You gasp in fear, grabbing at his hand; worried for his safety. "Get off me."

"Not until we talk."

"I don't want to talk. Let go of me." You avoid staring into his eyes.

"Give me five minutes. It's not going to hurt you."

"Let go of me."

"Look me in the eye and I will."

You shove him away and run inside. You lock yourself in the guest bathroom.

Emily runs in, glancing around in search of you. "Bathroom," she mutters.

The others enter, seeing their luna knocking on the door.

They turn to Paul who glares at the door with his arms crossed.

"What happened?" Embry asks.

"Little miss stains ran off into the bathroom."

They can see the play back in their minds and wonder what happened.

-

You hold your head in your hands, pleading to freak out. "No, no, no."

You raise your head, staring at the ceiling. "Please don't."

You can hear her pleading and assume the others are talking about you in a bad way.

You hyperventilate, unsure of how to calm down.

You hold your breath and rub your chest, mentally telling yourself you're okay and need to calm down.

The lights pop.

You don't want to go out.

-

"Sweetie. I need you to open the door. I need to see that you're okay."

Sam steps towards his fiancée. "What's happening?"

She places a hand on his arm. "Sam as much as I love you, I need you and the boys to stay in the kitchen."

He wants to ask more but can see by the look on her face, he won't get any. He nods and steps away.

She sits beside the door, "they're in the kitchen. I told them to go away."

"Emily," you whine, embarrassed.

"It's okay. If you come out, then we can take care of this."

You unlock the door after a few moments. "I am so sorry."

"I know," she opens her arms to hug you.

You immediately throw yourself into her grasp.

Paul catches slight movement from the corner of his eyes and smells the saltiness of your tears, furrowing his brows.

You two make your way back into the kitchen.

You glance at them from the corner of your eye, sensing the concern of Sam about his fiancé.

You lower your head.

Emily breaks away from Sam, mouthing that she's got this.

She places a gentle hand on your shoulders. "Do you want to go home?"

You raise your head and stare at her with a wobbly lip, tears trailing past your waterline.

She offers a gentle smile. "I'll stay with you tonight. I won't leave you alone."

"You promise?" Your voice cracks, breaking everyone's heart, namely Paul's.

She gives you an affirmative nod. "I promise. Have you ever known me to break a promise?"

You can't hold back the choking sob that escapes when you laugh.

She wraps an arm around you and pulls you out with her, heading into her old truck.

He follows behind.

As soon as you settle into the passenger seat, he tries to make his way to you. "Can I-"

She shakes her head. "Not now, Paul. She's- today's not good, okay?"

"What's wrong with her?"

She shakes her head, "I know that's not what you mean but I can't answer that because we need to go."

His eyes follow the truck as she backs out.

You look up and catch his gaze, his shoulders sag at the sight of your broken-down face.

-

You wake up and stare at the ceiling with the moonlight lighting the living room.

Emily lays asleep on the longer end of the couch, curled into the blanket since tonight's colder than it has been all week.

You push yourself up and think about everything that happened earlier in the day. You don't know whether you wish it didn't happen or if it happened sooner.

You wander into the kitchen and get yourself a glass of water.

After drinking as much as you can, you glance out the window and stare into the forest, always finding it peaceful since you were a kid... back when you two were friends.

You sigh, remembering how embarrassed you were, it was stupid but then your parents got into an accident and your sister was taken to live with your aunt in California while you were left in the care of Emily because she was your godmother and wanted nothing more than to keep you in Folks.

She tried all she could to keep you two together, but your mom's sister fought harder for your sister.

You know Paul probably doesn't even know why you were so upset or what happened since a proper funeral didn't take place, you don't even know if he knows.

You blink and you’re back to reality, no longer stuck in memory lane and find a wolf near your house.

It's him, you know it.

There's no other reason a wolf would be nearby at this time of night, intensely staring at your house or you.

You turn away, unsure of what to do about everything that's happened.

You step back into the living room, checking on Emily, smiling when you see she's still asleep.

You wipe the stray tear that trickles down your cheek, thinking back to when you and your sister would stay in the living room for your sister hangouts.

A shadow moving near the door alarms you, causing you to turn and investigate.

You jump, placing a hand over your heart, wanting to curse him out.

You carefully unlock the door and step outside, making sure to grab your key beforehand, in case you get locked out.

The last thing you need is Paul to try and get you back inside and/or scare the daylight out of Emily because of him.

You sigh, crossing your arms. "What do you want?"

His eyes are drawn down towards your chest at your movements before trailing back to your annoyed expression, something he finds himself falling more and more for.

"If you’re just going to oogle me like a piece of meat, I'm going back inside."

His hands grab your wrist, stopping you before you can step closer to the door. "No- I- I didn't come here for that."

"What did you come for?" You snatch your wrist back from him.

The porch light buzzes, you pray this doesn't take long.

"I wanted to talk."

"Then talk."

"Could we skip the attitude?"

"The only one here with the attitude is you."

"Says the one who keeps running when I open my mouth."

"It was a bad idea coming out here to talk to you, just go, Paul."

He sighs.

The light pops, breaking above you.

You flinch, raising your arm to cover your face and slowly dropping it so the pieces of light don't cut your skin.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you away from the mess. "Hey, hey," he cups your cheeks. "Are you okay?"

You avoid making eye contact with him.

"Stop fighting me and look at me."

You turn your head and find his concerned expression to be the most breathtaking thing you've ever seen.

His eyes are drawn the red line across your cheek. "Your-"

Emily opens the door, staring at the two of you and looks to the side, finding the mess. "You two get inside so I-"

Paul shakes his head, "I'll do it. You take care of her."

-

"You need to tell him."

"I don't have to tell him."

"He's your best friend."

"Was my friend but then he started growing up and became a butthead."

"Boys who like someone are mean to them because they have the emotional capacity of a stick."

You owlishly blink, listening to the phrase she said. "Yeah, I know. He's prime example number one."

"Not all relationships are perfect."

"That's true and we're not in one."

"Maybe he can help you?"

"With what?"

"Your issue."

You shake your head, "no. He's not helping me."

"He's the only one who doesn't know."

"The other guys don't know."

"I think out of all the boys, other than Sam, Quil might know what happened, other than that they don't."

"And I don't know them."

She sighs, "is this really the attitude you're going to have towards the one the universe decided was yours?"

You pretend to think about it for a second. "Yep."

-

You step out of the hall, watching him try and remember where to put the broom. "Give it." You put it back in its place. "Thanks."

"It was no big deal. I didn't want you to get hurt."

You roll your eyes. "That."

"What?"

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Why do you think?"

The question holds no attitude even though the phrase seems like it.

"I don't know because you won't talk about it."

"Do you- nevermind."

"No, tell me."

"I don't want to do this right now, Paul. Please, go home."

"No," he stands his ground, tired of you pushing him away. "What happened with us because one second we're friends and the next we're not."

"Did you ever think maybe you acting like a dick was reason enough?"

"You're blaming me?" His shoulders tense up.

Emily notices and eyes him from the couch.

"I didn't make fun of my friend and get the other kids to join in on the tormenting, you did that easily enough."

"I didn't mean to. I told you-"

"That was not joking around, and you blatantly made fun of me."

"I- I didn't know any better. I was a kid."

"Just because you were a kid, doesn't mean you didn't have a brain, you just had to use it. You know those kids are ruthless and mean then you joined in with them."

"I didn't think they were close to me."

"They hated me."

"Everyone hated everyone, girls were gross then."

You scoff, looking away to hide the fact that that day was the beginning of the end for you as you tear up. "I don't want to talk to you anymore," you tell him wiping your cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

"Do you even know how long that stupid nickname has stuck around, even now because you still use it?"

"It's cute."

"It's annoying. I don't like it and you still bully me."

"It's not bullying if it's endearing."

"Try the opposite."

"Okay," he sighs, "I'll stop using it."

"I'm happy the two of you are acting like your friends again but it's almost two in the morning and I'm tired."

"I'm off patrol and it's raining."

"Convenient," you mumble.

He smiles, staring at you as you plop beside Emily. "The lights are still working."

"I noticed." She places her hand on the back of your head and mindlessly pats your head.

You fight to keep your eyes open, listening to the two talking while you're becoming more and more relaxed.

-

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[cleighwrites]

Late Night Call

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Jared x Jensen

Summary - Jared and Jensen are on hiatus from filming, and Jared's missing Jensen something terrible. He calls him and things escalate quickly.

Word Count - 1,938

A/N - Aaaaand I'm BACK!! It's been almost a year since I've written fanfic, and I just couldn't help but write something for the @spnkinkevents D/s weekend! Be gentle with me!! lol

Prompted and beta'd by @jld71 with some assistance from @buffywoo

Warnings - D/s relationship, Dom!Jared, sub!Jensen, phone sex, come play

Read here on Ao3

One week into their hiatus and Jared was missing Jensen something terrible. More than just the feel of him, or the sound of his voice, but just his solid presence and sense of security. He grounded Jared in a way that few others could. 

Jared waited until he knew Jensen would be alone in his room and called him. 

“Hey,” Jensen answered, his whiskey-smooth voice coming through the tiny phone speaker and calming Jared’s soul.

“Hey,” Jared said smiling. “How was your day?”

“Good; went to the lake and went out on the jet skis. Mack flipped twice.” Jared could hear the smile in his voice. 

“That sounds like a great day.”

“What did you do?” he asked. 

“Nothing much, just swam in the pool some, read a book.” 

“You read an entire book today?” Jensen sounded shocked. 

“Yeah…”

“I forget how fast you read…” 

Jared laughed. They sat in silence for a little while, Jared imagined Jensen lying leisurely in his bed. 

“You in bed?” he asked, unable to control the yearning in his voice.

Jared could hear him shuffle. “Yeah…” he answered, voice drawing out the word, like he knew where Jared was steering the conversation. “You?”

“Yup,” Jared answered. “Is everyone else asleep?”

“Most likely.”

“Good,” Jared said. “Wanna play?”

Jensen didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes.”

Jared took in a deep breath. He loved playing with Jensen. He was so responsive and obeyed so well. Of course, it was better in person, but just because they were a few counties away from each other, didn’t mean he couldn’t still get that feeling of control. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen corrected himself. 

“Good boy. Have you been a good boy since we last spoke?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jared’s dick swelled. “You haven’t touched yourself at all?” 

“No, Sir. Only to pee.”

Just as Jared had instructed him. “What are you wearing right now?”

“Just my boxer briefs.”

“Mmm,” Jared hummed, pleased, picturing Jensen’s thighs hugged by the tight, black material. “Are you hard?”

“Getting there, Sir.”

“I am, just picturing you lying in bed, waiting for me to call you, not touching yourself. Being so good for me.”

Jensen moaned. Jared could feel his growing desperation through the phone. 

“I want you to run your fingers down your neck. Start behind your ear, and keep your touches light.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Jared could hear Jensen’s breaths pick up as he followed directions. He could see him in his mind’s eye, eyes squeezed shut, phone in one hand as his other traced a delicate line down his throat. 

“Keep them going, down past your collarbone, down over your peck, around your sensitive nipple. You like me touching you like this?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen breathed into the phone. 

“You’ve been a good boy, you deserve to be touched. Pinch your nipple for me, make it hurt.” 

Jensen hummed and it turned into a pain-filled growl. 

“Good boy, now do the other one.”

“Yes, Sir.” 

Jared could hear the shift in Jensen’s voice. He sounded more like he was speaking on autopilot than he had been before. Jared loved that he could lead Jensen to that special place where only his voice and his pleasure existed. 

When he heard Jensen moan again, he reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his aching cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good boy,” Jared groaned into his phone. 

“Thank you, Sir. Where do you want to touch next?” he asked, breathy and clearly turned on. 

“Are you hard now?” Jared asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm,” Jared hummed again, slowly stroking himself. “I want you to trail your fingers down to your hips. Stay over the top of your boxer briefs. And don’t touch your cock. You can touch anywhere you want to on your torso.” 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I��m running my fingers down my stomach. My muscles are so tight I can feel the bumps of my abs. Oh!” Jensen stopped for a moment, breathing heavily into the phone. “I hit that spot just beside my belly button that makes my dick jerk.” 

Jared knew that spot well, he liked to suck on it and make Jensen squirm and moan beneath him. “Do it again, rub circles around it,” Jared commanded. 

“Ung,” Jensen made a strangled noise, “Y- yes, Sir.”

“You’re being so good for me,” Jared praised. Being on the phone meant that he had to be more vocal for Jensen to know how much his obedience was appreciated. 

Jensen moaned, his voice cutting off partway through.

“Does it feel good?” Jared asked, picking up the pace of his strokes.

“Feels so good, Sir. Thank you.”

Jared smiled, so pleased with his good boy. “You’re very welcome. Ready to move on, now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, put your phone on speaker and turn the volume down, then use both hands and I want you to run your fingers along your hips and go down to your thighs. Tease under the hem of your briefs; let yourself feel my fingers digging into your inner thighs. Tell me how it feels.”

“It tickles a little bit, but it feels so good,” Jensen whispered, the phone must have been on his chest because his voice was coming from further away. Jared could still hear his breathing, though, and the sound was equally comforting and stimulating. 

“If I was there, I’d nibble on your inner thighs. Pinch them for me, big pinches, make ‘em hurt.”

Jensen moaned, almost too loud for his current situation, but the sound was enough to draw out some precum from Jared’s dick. Jared spread it around his head with his thumb and kept stroking, imagining that he was there with Jensen and eating him alive. 

“Please,” Jensen begged. 

“Please, what, sweet boy?” Jared purred.

“Please, can I touch myself?”

Jared chuckled. “You are touching yourself.” 

“Please, Sir. Can I touch my dick?” Jensen begged. 

Jared could hear the desperation in his voice and it made his cock throb. This strong, confident man was asking for permission from Jared to touch his own cock. The power flowed through his body and made him quiver with it.

Still, he couldn’t let certain things slide. “I don’t know, can you?”

Jensen groaned, not in a sexy way. “May I touch my dick, Sir?” 

“Okay, I want you to run your fingers over your shaft, but keep the touches light and only use one hand. On the outside of your briefs,” Jared added as an afterthought. 

Jensen groaned in displeasure, but added, “Yes, Sir,” before Jared could reprimand him. 

“Tell me how good it feels,” Jared instructed. 

“Feels so good. I want more. Please, Sir.” Jensen’s voice was strained. 

“Not just yet. Run your finger over your head. Are you wet for me?”

“Nngh,” Jensen slurred. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re such a good boy, nice and hard and wet for me.” Jared held the base of his cock to keep from shooting his load too soon with the thought of Jensen wrung out, and sticky with precum soaking his briefs all for him. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you still rubbing your head? Getting all that cum stuck to your briefs, feeling how wet you are.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm, I want you to bring your fingers to your mouth and clean them off for me. Let me know when you’ve finished.”

Jared listened as Jensen openly slurped on his fingers. He could almost see Jensen’s plush lips wrapping around his fingers and sucking his own cum off the tips. That lewd image had Jared almost coming in the tight fist of his hand all over again. 

“‘M finished, Sir.”

“And what do we say?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Mmm. You’re very welcome. How do you taste?” Jared wished he was there to be able to answer the question for himself. He’d have had Jensen’s briefs wet with his spit by this point.

“Good, Sir.”

“I bet. Alright, I think you’ve earned your reward. I want you to leave your briefs on, but you can reach in and grab yourself. I want you to start slow. Long strokes, all the way up your cock.” 

Jensen moaned. 

“That’s it, let me hear how much you like it. Tell me how good it feels.”

“F- feels sooo good.” Jensen’s breaths were getting heavier and he could barely answer. 

“Run your thumb across your head. Smear all that precum around and get yourself nice and wet for me.”

Jensen made an unintelligible noise of pleasure. Jared’s balls were getting heavy and he could feel the knot in his stomach pulling tighter. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but he wanted to hold out for Jensen. He loved timing their orgasms to coincide. It didn’t always happen; most of the time he enjoyed wringing several orgasms out of Jensen before he would allow himself to come. But Jensen seemed to like knowing that he’d made Jared come, so he always wanted to give him that satisfaction. This was a give-and-take relationship, after all.

“Are you ready to come?” Jared asked. He sure as hell was.

“Yes,” Jensen breathed. “Please, may I come, Sir?”

“Yes, stroke yourself hard and fast, I want it to hurt, come whenever you're ready. I wanna hear it,” Jared answered. 

Jared could hear the slapping of skin over the line, mixed deliciously with Jensen’s whinny breaths heaving into the receiver. 

“Uh, ung, uh!!” Jensen grunted as he came.

Jared responded with grunts of his own, his release spilling out over his fingers onto his stomach and all the way up to his chest. His cock pulsed in his hand. 

“Wring yourself out for me, keep pumping that cock until every last drop comes out,” Jared commanded between breaths. 

“Ah! Yes, Sir,” Jensen gritted out, clearly uncomfortable, but still pleasuring himself. 

“Good boy,” Jared said, pulling his hand off his cock, watching as his cum stretched out between his fingers; wishing he had Jensen’s mouth to clean him up. 

“Ung. Thank you, Sir.”

“Are you finished?” Jared asked, genuinely curious if he was still coming. 

“Yes, now I am, Sir.” Jensen’s breaths were deep and even pants. 

“Good boy. Now, clean yourself up. Lick up every last drop.” 

In Jared’s mind, he watched as Jensen used his fingers to scoop up his creamy mess and brought it to his lips to lick them clean. He could hear the wet sucking of Jensen’s lips. He could feel the ghost of Jensen’s tongue swirling and cleaning each digit. 

“Such a good boy,” Jared purred into his phone. 

“Thank you, Sir,” Jensen slurred.

“How are you feeling?”

“Floaty; really, really good.”

“That’s good. You were so good for me.” 

Jensen mumbled something, but they weren’t full words. 

“Jensen,” Jared said softly.

“Mm?”

“Do you have some water?” Jared asked as he got up to clean himself up.

“Yessir,” he answered.

“I need you to drink some water for me. Then tuck yourself into bed and get some sleep.”

“Yessir,” Jensen said again, words all garbled together. 

Jared waited as he heard the cap of a bottle being opened. He wiped himself off, then got back into bed himself. “Don’t drink too much too fast,” he warned. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen said a little more clearly than before. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Jensen.” 

It was quiet for a little while, then Jared heard the rustling of blankets. “Jared?” Jensen asked.

“Yes?”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course, good night.”

“Night,” Jensen said, and then the line went dead. 

Jared lay awake for a little while longer, thinking of how much things had progressed between them, and making hopeful plans for their future. 

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[themoodyestj]

“ known to send death threats to Jensen” that was years ago move on. If you keep clinging onto to past you will never grow as a human. Fucking he’ll bringing up things that happpened years ago and it’s obvious that Jensen is much more genuinely open to destiel now. Leave him alone. And stop using the past as valid the only valid evidence 🙄

Well, what you say would make sense if:

1- Jared wasn't still being crucified for things he did ten years ago and apologized for (there were no apologies for Jensen);

2 - Hellers weren't still tagging Jensen in their masturbatory posts (which they totally are).

3 - Misha wasn't still controlling the hordes of delulus by making up stories and slanted comments or fabricating truths.

The attacks on Jensen were very public. There is an essay about Jensen and how he is homophobic with very disturbing comments, presented also as truths. There was no question whatsoever that if such a trend continued, Jensen would end up unemployed or killed. Sorry if I find that hard to forgive, no matter how many years pass. Dangerous behavior is dangerous behavior, and I don't trust that people like that can change. They hide well, that's all.

On top of that, Misha had 5000000 opportunities and a bag of chips to tell his fans to stop. Did he? Show me what he did to protect his friend, knowing that all of this was something that involved him too.

You say Jensen is open to Destiel? Yes, perhaps, if you see it in a Stockholm Syndrome kind of way. Jensen likes Destiel as a captive would like his kidnapper, for survival purposes. So he gets to see another day.

Don't come into my inbox with a clean face defending despicable, borderline criminal behavior, like you were even remotely close to healthy. Your choice in fave tells me you're not. No one with half a spine and a little life experience would defend this.

Please get professional help. You should be ashamed of yourself and stop defending psychopaths.

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 11

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You came out of your bedroom,  flinging yourself on the sofa and sighing.

“You okay short stack?” Jensen asked chuckling.

“Just finding it hard to wind down after months of filming. I feel fidgety,” you explained resting your head on his shoulder.

“Enjoy it now, next week we start flying out for the cons,” he said.

“I know, but I just don’t know how to cope on my own,” you said absentmindedly.

Jensen sat up causing you to look at him in confusion.

“Hey I was comfortable," you complained

“You’re not on your own though," Jensen looked at you.

You caught on to what you said. “Jay I didn’t even realize what I said,” you began to explain.

Jensen looked at Jared and Jared cleared his throat. “How about I get us some food?” He asked.

“Indian please, " you and Jensen said together.

Jared laughed “You two are more alike than what you think, I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” he grabbed the keys and took off.

After Jared left you felt the tension in the room build.

“Jensen I wasn’t thinking,” you began hoping you hadn’t caused too much offense.

“Y/n let me talk," he interrupted you “Please,” he whispered the last part.

“I never want you to apologize for anything that has happened,” he began

“Jensen, but what about?” you started.

“Nothing," he said almost angrily causing you to move away from him.

“Y/n the past few years you never done anything wrong. You did what I asked of you. And I’m sorry I treated you the way I did,” Tears began to fall from his eyes. No matter what thoughts you had about Jensen the one thing you knew he would always take accountability.

“But what about now?" you asked, “I thought we were going to try and work on our friendship, but you’re been standoffish.”

“I don’t mean to be, I haven’t told you but I’m going to therapy and I’ve realized, you tried everything to be a good friend, but please understand, when my marriage was about to end,  I needed to know I did everything possible to save it, everything. Y/n I needed to have no regrets, no what ifs.”

“I understand Jensen" you promised “But it doesn’t mean that some of the things you did were very hurtful and unforgivable. You tried to take my job.”

“Believe me Y/n I will never forgive myself for that, I was desperate. Amy was constantly in my ear telling me I was betraying her. I am not excusing it but my mind was not my own."

You took a breath to stop your own tears from falling “Jensen,  of course, I understand you wanted to do all you could to make your marriage work, it‘s why I’m sitting here with you right now, but understand I’m not excusing your actions, you hurt me, your one of my best friends and you hurt me. So it will take time for me, but I’m willing to take the time because I love you.”

Jensen sighed you weren’t sure if it was out of relief or sadness. But he answered “That’s all I can ask for, I will give you the time you need and this is all about you. You control the pace. But I love you too and I am sorry "

Neither of you asked after. You put your head back on his shoulder you were unsure whether to cry or be happy but either way, it was a new start.

Jared came back with the food and the three of you ate like, chatting and laughing away. And you all couldn’t help but think that finally everything was the way it was meant or be

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[notafunkiller]

If you don’t hate AW, why is her name always in your mouth? you and the anons. makes you look like her fan more than seb’s. stop being so obsessed over seb’s personal life, and focus on being a fan of his work/projects. he’ll never date you/like you… you all are just a bunch of delusional bitches. get a life. you’re grown, aren’t you? bunch of femcel pricks./ honey i know that dating seb is a first thing on your mind, we usually think people would do the same thing as we, for example someone who steal first thing he will think is that people would steal from him also, we expect people to do what we do, and the fact that the only thing on your kind is seb will not date you is telling. Some people dont like aw because she bait seb when he said he whant to be private and stay away from social media, she make his events about her like cannes when she post here i come as if that was her movie, had a paid article that call her talk of the town when she couldnt even make to the 50 best dress actres in cannes in article that was not paid by her team and had a whole solo photoshoot, she came across as fake, controling and selfcenter but of course only argument is that all the people around the word no matter of gender or orientation whant to date seb and thats why we dont like aw, pull yourself together please. And by talking about aw, including her in everything he do, by your fantasies about his sex live you also invide his personal live even more than you claim we do, much much more belive me. And by calling people names you dont sound like a grown up or even someone who can have a decent conversation on good level, insults dont make ou better it actually make you sound child like. Like when a 5 year old dont get what they whant they also scream i hate you i hate you. Please be respectful if you whant to be take seriously and dont scream on people just because you think what you belive is better than other peoples opinions.

I didn't like Annabelle long before she was with Sebastian because she defended Woody All*n amd was/is bffs with Jared L*to. She is problematic in many ways.

And yeah... the whole: you wanna date x celebrity so you're jealous thing is so old and not true.

[braveclementine]

Scars, Tattoos, and Fainting. Not Quite in That Order

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I got dressed casually. It was a warmer day out so I put on a white tank top, black jeans, white laced up boots, and took my black purse. I also brought one of my blue and gray hoodies, but I didn't wear it because I didn't really need it.

I hopped on my motorcycle and headed for Jacob's place because I knew that was where the guys were going to meet before going back to Emily's for breakfast.

Plus, Jared and I had a bet that one of us would make it back to Emily's faster and I had to use the motorcycle to my advantage of course.

I pulled up and I saw that four of the five boys were there. Jacob was the one missing. And then I saw Bella was storming over to them and I froze. Oh dear.

I now wished I hadn't worn the white boots as they were probably going to get mud on them. I should've worn the black. I quickly stopped the motorcycle, hurrying over to them.

Bella was already near them, talking angrily with them and I quickly ran over. "Bella!"

Something Bella said was making Paul laugh and I knew Bella was just going to piss him off.

That was when Bella reached her arm back and punched Paul across the face.

"Bella!" I yelled. "What the hell!"

Paul was shaking now, even as Sam went and put a hand out on his chest.

"Too late now." Embry teased.

"Bella, get back." Sam ordered, his eyes flicking to me, "Davina, back."

"I'm not the dog." I muttered, standing in front of Paul, "Paul, listen to me, it doesn't matter, all right. You just need to calm down."

"Paul! Calm down, now." Sam ordered, shooting a look between me and Paul, warning me to step back.

Spit was flying from Pauls' mouth.

"Paul please." I begged, stepping forward to put a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright."

It was too late, he transformed, his claws catching me, sending me sprawling into Jared.

"Ow." I muttered, sitting upright.

"Mom." Jared asked, frantically. Sam was holding Embry back from doing anything as Jake came running from the house, jumping over Bella and turning into a wolf too.

I jumped to my feet. "No! They can't fight!"

"Mom!" Jared said, holding me back. "You're bleeding. Calm down."

I blinked, taking in the claw marks that went down my arm. They were heavily bleeding and they hurt like hell. These were definitely going to scar.

I hissed. "Damn."

"I told you to get out of the way." Sam said angrily as Jake and Paul did a standoff.

"I thought-"

"No one can control Paul when he gets like that, no matter how much of a mother you are to him!"

Paul and Jacob started to fight more ferociously, biting at each other as Jake started to push Paul towards the forest, breaking Billy's boat in the process. I wondered if Billy was watching and crying over his boat.

"Hey! Take Bella back to Emily's place." Sam ordered Embry and Jared.

"Guess the wolfs out of the bag." Embry muttered as the three of us jogged over to Bella who was still staring into the forest where Jake and Paul had disappeared into.

Jared and I rode in the back of Bella's truck while Embry drove. They had a bet on whether or not she would throw up.

I sighed. Jared had given me a shirt from somewhere and I had wrapped my arm with it. I would use some of Emily's medicine. I should really start paying her.

As we pulled up, the three of us made yelping noises to let Emily know we were here. Then Jared helped me down from the truck while Embry climbed out, letting Jared know that Bella didn't vomit.

"I think we should go back and see if Jacob's okay." Bella called out the window.

"He'll be fine." I said, heading into Emily's kitchen.

They argued behind me until Embry called, "Come on in Bella! We won't bite."

"Speak for yourself." Jared said.

"Jared!" I scolded him.

"Sorry mom." Jared grinned.

"You guys hungry?" Emily asked, her back to us as we filed into the kitchen.

I could smell blueberry and cranberry muffins.

Emily turned with the muffins and I saw that she had made a couple of chocolate muffins too and I grinned, taking one.

"Oh, who's this." Emily said in obvious surprise, looking from me to Bella.

"Bella Swan. Who else?" Jared asked with a shrug.

"Leave it to Jacob to find a way around." Emily murmured, looking rather unfriendly at Bella. I knew she was worried about what this would do to the pack. "So you're the vampire girl."

"Yes. Are you the wolf girl?" Bella asked stiffly.

The four of us laughed and Emily warmed up a little. "I guess I am. Where's Sam?"

I snorted.

"Bella, er, surprised Paul this morning."

"She punched him in the face." I corrected.

Emily rolled her eye. "Ah, Paul. Do you think they'll be long? I was just about to start the eggs."

"Don't worry, if they're late, we won't let anything to to waste."

Emily laughed. "No doubt. Bella, are you hungry? Go ahead and help yourself to a muffin. Davina, you know where the bandages and other ointments are."

"Thanks." I replied, taking my muffin with me as I fished out supplies and then headed to the bathroom. I washed the wound, taking cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the wound, gripping the counter when it burned, before bandaging it. That would be it for today. Later tonight I could apply Neosporin ointment to it.

I stepped out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen, putting things away. That was when Sam entered the room, striding across it saying, "Emily."

I tried not- like Bella- to wince at the love in his voice. So much love. I would never have anyone say my name like that ever.

"Hey, none of that. I'm eating." Jared complained.

"Then shut up and eat." Sam replied.

I knew they were kissing so I spent an extra long time taking care to put the things away.

"Ugh." Embry groaned.

"Davina." Sam said and I turned to look at him. He looked worried, "How are the scratches."

"Deep. Might scar. But they should heal up alright." I said with a shrug. "Next time I'll get out of the way."

"Next time." Sam grumbled.

"Wait." Bella said as Paul and Jacob entered the kitchen, "So you knew?"

"Knew? Of course I knew. How could I not, my dratted brother being what he is." I sighed dramatically.

Sam grunted, unimpressed, "Don't quote me Harry Potter."

I grinned but ignored him, answering Bella instead, "Yeah, I knew."

"You haven't quoted anything in a while." Sam murmured to himself.

I punched his shoulder, although it was true. I had stopped quoting things as much when Carlisle had left. Left. . . more like ran. Abandoned me. . . stop thinking.

"Sorry." Paul said apologetically to Bella and then turned to me, "I really am sorry mom."

"I know Paul." I sighed, ruffling his hair, "I'll forgive you as long as you don't eat any of my chocolate muffins."

"Want to go on a walk?" Jacob asked Bella in a low voice.

"Sure." Bella muttered.

They obviously had things to talk about. I munched happily on my chocolate muffins, leaning up against the counter like Emily like the boys sat around the table eating.

I helped Emily with making sausages and bacon while she made as many eggs as she could.

After a half hour, we were done making breakfast and at that moment, that was when Jacob and Bella walked in. Jacob was excited, Bella looked scared.

I turned around, grabbing my glass of milk to drink. "I know what the red head wants." Jacob said quickly and everyone but me turned to face him.

Redhead? What redhead? Did we know a redhead?

"And?" Jared asked when Jacob didn't continue.

"She is trying to avenger her mate- only it wasn't the black-haired leech we killed. The Cullens got her mate last year, and she's after Bella now."

Wait.

"She's just a girl." Embry protested.

"I didn't say it made sense. But that's why the blood-sucker's been trying to get past us. She's been heading for Forks." Jacob amended.

"Excellent. We've got bait." Jared said with a smile.

My body felt weird. Victoria was back.

Jacob yanked the can opener off the counter, launching it at Jared's head. Jared reached up, snagging it out of the air before he hit his face, to calmly for my liking.

"Bella is not bait." Jacob growled.

"You know what I mean." Jared said calmly, putting the can opener down on the table.

"Wait." I finally managed to say aloud and everyone turned to look at me. "Victoria's back?"

Some sort of panic was seizing me and it didn't make sense. What the hell was happening to me?

"Victoria?" Paul snorted.

"You didn't think to tell me she was back?" I asked Sam angrily.

My hand was shaking, my head was spinning, and I felt so, so hot. I heard the sound of a mug hitting the floor, milk going everywhere, and everything went black.

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"Dav?" Sam's voice whispered in my ear in worry. "Dav are you okay?"

"I'm trying to sleep." I muttered.

"Wake up Dav." Sam said forcefully.

I blinked my eyes open to find just about everyone standing over me, eyes shining with worry.

I had been moved to the small living room now, laying down on the couch and I sat up quickly. "Oh!"

"I'm sorry." Sam said apologetically. "It's not like we knew the name of the vampire."

"Right. No. I know. Sorry." I muttered. "I don't know why. . . it was like. . . I don't know."

Sam gave me a worried look.

"I feel fine now." I muttered.

"Good." Sam said and then ordered everyone back to the kitchen. "Look, Dav, is there any chance that this. . . Victoria would be after you too?"

I hesitated, "I don't know. James- that's her mates name- he was after me originally because of my blood."

"I thought vampires weren't affected by your scent." Sam questioned.

"Most of them aren't." I sighed, "My blood gives vampires two reactions. Indifference, my blood doesn't smell like anything but fruit and it's a comforting scent. Something to calm them down when they get angry. Or, it riles them up. It's the most potent blood in the world for them. It's called being a vampire's blood singer. For Laurent and Victoria, they barely registered my scent, thought I was a vampire at first. For James however. . ."

"I'm surprised he didn't attack you when he first. . ." Sam drifted off, concern on his face.

I smiled a little, "He did. Carlisle. . . he stopped him. But then, he went after Bella because Bella's scent, while not as potent, was more interesting. And also because of Edward's reaction to defending her on the baseball field. Carlisle also didn't kill James. Edward, Jasper, and Emmett did. Alice helped too I think. But I don't know."

"I can't lose you." Sam muttered.

"I'll be fine." I smiled a little. "It's Bella and Charlie you have to worry about."

"We'll keep them safe."

"Good."

I hesitated and then asked, "Sam? Can I get a tattoo?"

Sam stared at me blankly for a second and then asked, "You're asking me for permission to get a tattoo?"

"Yeah." My cheeks coloured a little. "Well I. . . I want that."

I rested a finger on the one on his shoulder. The one that marked him as a werewolf. "Not on my shoulder and not as large. Just a small one on the inside of my wrist." I pointed to where I wanted it.

Sam was silent for a long time and I was afraid that he was offended. "Sorry, it's stupid." I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the couch to head back to the kitchen.

Sam drew me into a hug, burying his head into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Yeah Dav, you can get the tattoo."

"Love you Sammy."

"Love you too Davina." Sam murmured. "Please don't do anything stupid."

"Harry invited me to go 'wolf hunting' with him. I said yes." I said hesitantly. "But he really just wants me to help him cover up any clues like footprints and stuff. You okay with that?"

Sam hesitated, his large dark eyes gazing back at me, "Yeah, I think that'll be okay. I doubt the vampire will mess with a large group and one of us will be nearby anyways."

"Don't get shot." I said in worry.

Sam and I headed back into the kitchen where Emily had already cleaned up the mess and my chocolate muffin was in the refrigerator.

I raised an eyebrow and Paul said, "I didn't want the muffin to go to waste."

I laughed, hugging Paul tightly.

"Jacob thinks it would be best if you spent as much time as possible here in La Push. She- this vampire- won't know where to find you so easily, just in case." Sam said as he leaned against the counter to Bella.

Bella looked at me and then back to Sam, "What about Charlie?" she demanded.

"March Madness is still going. I think Billy and Harry can manage to keep Charlie down here when he's not at work." Jacob said.

"Wait." Sam said, glancing between Emily, Bella, and myself, "That's what Jacob thinks is best, but you need to decide for yourself. You should weight the risks of both options very seriously. You saw this morning how easily things can get dangerous here, how quickly they get out of hand. If you choose to stay with us, I can't make any guarantees about your safety."

"I won't hurt her." Jacob muttered.

"If there was somewhere else you felt safe. . ." Sam suggested.

"You could come to my house." I said with a shrug. "Although I really spend a lot of time at the hospital and here so maybe not."

"I don't want to lead Victoria anywhere else." Bella finalized, looking at me.

Sam nodded. "That's true. It's better to have her here, where we can end this."

I flinched along with Bella. I really didn't want Sam- or any of my boys- to get hurt.

"You'll be careful, right?" Bella asked.

The boys broke into laughter while Emily and I stayed silent.

"Bells, I need a ride back to Billy's." I said. "Coming Jacob?"

"Ah, yeah." Jacob said.

I kissed Sam's cheek, ruffled all my boys heads, hugged Emily lightly, and then followed Bella and Jacob out to the truck, hopping into the truck bed again, tapping the hood lightly to let them know I was good to go.

We spent a majority of the day at Billy's house. I chatted with Billy about the hunting plans and also about keeping Charlie down here while Bella and Jake watched TV. Billy later called Charlie so that he could come down. Charlie brought pepperoni pizzas. I wasn't very hungry- I almost never was anymore- but I tried taking a slice. I ate about half of it.

"To Spring break." I joked with Bella, holding up my can of A&W rootbeer. "To traditions in the making."

Bella rolled her eyes, clinking her soda can with mine. "If we could go a spring break without being hunted by vampires it would be nice."

Jacob and I laughed.

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A couple of nights later, I was asleep in my room when I thought I heard a commotion. I groaned, rolling over- I had previously been facing the wall- and found myself face to face with a red headed person.

My breath caught in my throat as her hand came, wrapping around my neck, trying to lift me out of bed.

And then a black wolf came out of nowhere, knocking all sorts of things off my dressers and stuff, knocking into Victoria who ran.

I sat up, gasping for breath, looking wildly around the room. What the hell? Was that a dream?

Everything was in the place that it was before. Nothing was out of place, not by a centimeter. I let out a sigh of relief. Yes, it had been a dream. I shivered, sliding my legs over the side of the bed, standing up and padding over to the bathroom.

I climbed into the shower, washing my hair with this special bamboo natural soap that was meant to thicken hair and then washed my body with dove soap bar. Chamomile smelling, meant to reduce anxiety.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body, ignoring the fogged up mirror, and grabbing the bottle of anti-depressants. I took two with a glass of water before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed.

I dressed in blue jeans with a pink sweater and white converse. I slipped on a gold necklace and then headed to the bathroom to curl my hair.

The bathroom mirror wasn't fogged up anymore and I stopped from plugging in the curling iron, feeling my heart start to beat fast.

Around my neck were large purple bruises.

I left the bathroom, grabbing my purse, and sprinting down the stairs. I rushed to get my motorcycle, speeding down the road, thinking frantically about what had happened last night. The only one that would be able to confirm it was Sam.

I pulled to a screeching stop, letting out a small yip to let Emily know I wasn't an intruder before bursting through the door.

"Emily, where's Sam!"

"They're out." Emily said, looking at me in concern. She was working on a cake at the moment. "Why? What happened?"

I breathed in and out, placing my hands on the table. "It's just. . . last night. . . I thought Victoria was in my room and then there was a black wolf. But when I woke up, everything was like how it was when I went to bed, even though the black wolf had knocked things over. So I thought it was a dream. But then, I found that I have purple bruises around my neck. I need Sam to tell me whether it was a dream or not. Cause if it wasn't a dream, then I don't know what I'm going to do."

Emily put the icing down to come over and hug me, "It's going to be alright."

I nodded, rubbing the inside of my wrist like I did whenever I got nervous or anxious or scared. The tattoo reminded me that I was a wolf mother and I was supposed to be looking out for my cubs. Not the other way around.

Then again, Sam wasn't my cub the way the others were. Sam was. . . my brother. He would always be my brother and nothing other than my brother. Sometimes, I wished we had the same parents so that I could really claim it.

Plus- I completely envied his lovely russet skin. I could get tan, but it never matched the delicate shade the Quileute's had. And certainly not here in Forks where the sun rarely shone.

Once I had calmed down, Emily invited me to help her with the cake- which I did. She made us lunch, which I picked at and tried to eat. I really was trying to eat.

It wasn't that I didn't want to eat either, the food looked absolutely delicious and my natural sweet tooth made me crave after the cake, but my appetite was never there for it. My stomach protested against food and I hated it. I had gotten extremely thin and Sam was always forcing food on me because my thin was the unhealthy kind. We both knew it was just a result of the soulmate bond and it just fueled his hatred towards Carlisle for leaving me like this.

Sam didn't get back until late and I jumped up the minute he walked through the door. He greeted Emily first, kissing her so that the air was suddenly suffocating with love and adoration. Once he was done kissing her, he turned to me. "How are you Davina?"

"Umm, you tell me. Was there or was there not a vampire in my room last night?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Sam hesitated and then said, "There was."

I let out a sigh, "Well at least I know where the bruises came from."

"I'd much prefer if you stayed down here. I talked to Harry and he said they have an extra room at their house you can use until all of this dies down." Sam said.

"Doesn't Harry have kids?" I questioned.

He nodded, "Seth and Leah. You guys should get along."

"I don't get along with girls." I muttered, "Except you Emily."

Emily grinned, kissing Sam's cheek and putting the cake in a cakebox.

"Where are you taking that?" I asked.

"Jacob's house." Sam said. "It'll be us, the Blacks, and Charlie and Bella."

"Oh." I replied.

"You're coming too of course." Emily said. "We're only going for dessert anyways."

I nodded, "That sounds good."

"You've eaten today, right?" Sam asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Emily made me lunch."

"Did you eat it?" Sam questioned.

"A little bit." I muttered.

"Davina. . ." Sam muttered.

"Look, you know I can barely eat." I pretty much whined, "Butt out Sam."

Sam muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

"Anyways," I turned to Emily and winked, "Do you want to ride on the back of my motorcycle Em?"

"Absolutely not." Sam growled, wrapping a protective arm around Emily's waist. "I don't even want you riding that death trap Davina. Emily sure as hell isn't getting on it."

I giggled, "See you guys there."

I started up the motorcycle, driving off to Jacob's house.

I, of course, beat them there. Charlie was already there with Bella.

"Hey Charlie! Hi Bella!"

"Hey Davina!" Charlie said. "Haven't seen you in a while! How's the parents!"

Charlie had of course, seen me quite a bit, me being at his house all the time, but what he meant was that he hadn't seen me in a time where he could actually talk to me.

I was just barely able to stop the flash of pain that probably flitted across my face at the mention of my parents and I shifted uncomfortably, flashing a fake smile and said, "Not really sure. Probably good though. We haven't talked in a few years."

Charlie did one of those awkward nods and said, "Ah."

"Yeah." I muttered. Charlie turned to Sam and Emily who had just come in and I missed Billy's look of concern as I dropped the smile, trying to get a hold of the pain.

Charlie loved Emily's cake. Sam cut me a slice and watched me eat the whole thing, although for some reason, I felt full trying to eat it even though I hadn't had anything the entire day. I knew he was concerned. I was too for that matter. It wasn't like I was trying to purposefully starve myself. But I was finding I could only eat every few days.

I wished I could get better, but I didn't know how. I mean. . . it's not like there was information about what to do when your vampire soulmate with a third tier bond leaves you without saying good-bye and you start feeling completely sick on the internet. There were no vampires I could even talk to for help.

Well, I supposed I could try locating the Denali tribe. I would go to Denali and ask around for the golden eyed clan. I wasn't sure if that would work and I was partly afraid that I might run into a Cullen there. Specifically Carlisle. But if things got worse, I would tell Sam what I wanted to do and he could help me.

Bella and Jacob skipped out on us to get some space and I was getting ready to leave. I had to go back to my house to get clothes and stuff before moving into Harry's house.

I was sure it would be completely awkward, but it would also give Harry and I time to talk and plan about the hunting trip that would be happening in the future. I knew my goal was to make sure I erased any signs of the wolves and also to help Harry protect Charlie should Victoria show up. Of course, Sam didn't know about that part.

Not that guns would help harm Victoria, but I'm sure my lighter would. I was also working on a new stake because they had proven pretty useful in the past. It would at least stun her as she probably wouldn't be expecting it.

Sam took Emily home and then followed me in his truck as I made my way back to the house. I packed one suitcase full of necessities along with my backpack with my laptop and school things. He loaded the suitcase into his truck and then I followed him back to La Push, down a different road then I was used to until we reached Harry's house.

It was much larger than I was used to for a Quileute rez house. Not like it was mansion or anything, but most of the houses on the rez were small, one story houses, maybe two if they were lucky and rather small.

Harry's house had two stories and was rather wide. I wasn't sure how big it really was on the inside, but it looked big from the outside.

Harry was waiting outside, shaking hands with Sam and giving me a hug, "We've already got the room set up for you. It's across from Leah's, my daughter."

"Thank you." I said sincerely. "I'm sorry to be causing so much trouble."

"It'd be more trouble if that vampire got ahold of you." Harry grumbled, leading me into the house and we didn't talk about it anymore.

I was introduced to the rest of the family. There was Seth, who was a fourteen year old boy. He was kind've cute in a little boy kind of way. His hair was short and cropped, a good natured expression on his face. He was lightly tanned and when he smiled, he had these dimples. He was just slightly muscular and though his skin was a little warmer than mine, it was nowhere near as hot as the wolves.

Leah on the other hand looked older than she was. She was only sixteen or seventeen, but looked like she could be in her twenties. Her black hair was short, shoulder length, and cropped. She was thin, but the muscular thin that made her look like she could be an actress in an action movie. Like a Marvel superhero. She didn't seem to like me as much as her brother did, but was still polite enough in front of her parents.

Sue was a very pretty woman, thin with wide hips, and long beautiful black hair. Her teeth were straight and white and when she smiled, it lip up the room. I could see why Harry was in love with her and it was clear she was very much in love with him.

"Welcome Davina." She said, stepping forward and hugging me.

I was pleasantly surprised, hugging her back.

"Thanks. I hope I won't be to much of a bother. It should only be-" I looked at Harry quickly. "A week or so give or take."

"It's no problem." Sue said, "No problem at all."

I smiled.

"Are you hungry?" Sue continued.

"Ah, no. I ate at the Blacks' place." I said. "But thanks."

"Alright, well Leah? Do you want to show Davina to her room?"

"Sure mom." Leah said, "This way."

I nodded to Seth and Harry before following Leah up the stairs to my room.

"So, you're Sam's sister, are you?" Leah asked.

I licked my lips nervously. I had heard the stories of course. How in love Leah and Sam had been before Leah's cousin- Emily- had come down and Sam had imprinted. That was probably why she didn't like me. Being Sam's 'sister' and all.

"Technically speaking no. We're not related. But I consider him my brother." I replied softly. "We're close."

Leah nodded, opening up the door to a small room, "This is your room."

"Thanks." I whispered.

Leah and I stood there for a second and then she turned, going into a door that was just a little to the left of mine and went in, closing the door behind me.

"Don't mind her." Seth had followed us up and he was giving me puppy dog eyes. "She. . . is very touchy about Sam."

"No, I understand." I whispered softly. "I know what it's like to be left in love."

"Maybe you could help her." Seth said excitedly.

"Maybe. But I don't know if she likes me very much. Being Sam's kind've sister after all." I sighed. "Anyways, I should get some sleep. It's really nice meeting you Seth. Hopefully we can become good friends."

"Yeah!" His eyes lit up and I smiled.

"Night Seth."

"Night Davina."

I went into the room, closing the door quietly behind me, looking around.

It was a small room. The walls were white with only a small round mirror on one of the walls. The bed was set up against the windows with an arm chair next to it and a dresser at the foot of the bed. There was a small lamp between the bed and the armchair and there were also a few plants in the room. I smiled. I really loved it.

I set my suitcase down in the corner, closing the shades on the windows. Then I undressed quickly, climbing into bed.

Tomorrow would be a very interesting day.

[hologramcowboy]

I’m not gonna lie, this fandom is absolutely draining but I do miss watching supernatural and because of the whole prequel debacle, coupled with toxic and delusional fans, I stopped watching it and can’t stand Jensen or Misha sometimes, but once I realized that they aren’t a reflection of their characters and Dean wouldn’t go behind Sam’s back and completely shit on TW and Jensen (I told myself I wouldn’t be petty in this post, but I couldn’t help it lol), I feel like I can pick supernatural back up again, but this time just stay away from the online fandom, or just interact with Jared fans, normal Jensen fans, and normal destiel fans, because even the last two actually understand what supernatural was about and aren’t toxic as fuck.

It's important to emphasize that ANY "faction" of fandom has extremely balanced, intelligent, loving people just as it has it's cray cray ones, anon. I know I am heavy on AA criticism but please know that when I reference hateful hellers or unbalanced Jensen stans, I am exclusively referring to those sad cases that propagate negativity and lack of balance. None of the SPN loving groups have only cray cray people but sometimes it can seem that way.

My advice to you is to detach as much as possible from the drama and to focus on creating a list of positive aspects about fandom, SPN and why you love watching it. What is the essence behind that show? Love. Unconditional love. Despite flaws, conflicts and high challenges, impossible challenges. How can you include more into your life? Because that's what's at the core of why you love the show.

You could even do an Emotional Diary and write "I love enjoying Supernatural because" and then let your pen flow, write without filter and if you feel yourself controlling your thoughts then start over. (This is an exercise actors use but it is very healing in real life too, you can use it to tap into your deeper feelings and bring forth unconscious patterns, key motivations, etc)

I love that you have already decided to connect with healthy people and have rich conversations, fandom is beautiful precisely because it gives you a chance to connect with likeminded individuals and share passions. Enjoy and thank you for the ask! 🧡

[welcometojackass2022]

Taking Commissions—Personalized and Kink/Fetish Fics for $10-$15

Figured I’d go ahead and make this official! I’m currently taking commissions. For $10 I’ll write you a personalized smut fic that will be similar to my x reader fics except instead of the reader, you get to choose the name, personality traits and characteristics of the main character; you can use yourself, an OC, anything you want as specifically detailed as you want. You can also choose to have another canon character or person used instead of yourself or an OC (for example, a Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy fic instead of a Harry Potter x Reader fic). I’m also taking commissions for hardcore kink and fetish fics for $15, which can also be personalized upon request. Continue reading for more details!

Fandoms I Take Commissions For:

Jackass (Johnny Knoxville, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Chris Pontius, Steve-O, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Wee Man, Preston Lacy, Stephanie Hodge, Jeff Tremaine, Spike Jonze, Rachel Wolfson, Poopies, Zach Holmes, Jasper Dolphin, Eric Manaka)

Viva La Bam and CKY (Bam, Ryan, Brandon DiCamillo, Rake Yohn, Raab Himself/Chris Raab), Brandon Novak, Tim Glomb, Lord Bottaro, Joe Frantz, Jess Margera, Chad Ginsburg, Deron Miller, Ryan Gee)

Game of Thrones (too many characters to list, just ask upon request)

Harry Potter (pretty much any character, just ask upon request)

Gotham (most characters, just ask upon request)

Shameless (most characters, just ask upon request)

Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared from Bloodhound Gang

Ville Valo from HIM

Any character from Haggard or Minghags

The Mighty Boosh (Vince, Howard, Naboo)

Peep Show (Mark and Jeremy)

IT Crowd (Moss, Jen, Roy, Douglas, Richmond)

Peaky Blinders (most characters, just ask upon request)

Slipknot (all members)

Pretty much any rock band, including Guns N Roses, Motley Crue, and KISS (check my old account @creativewritingpracticestudio for some of my old rock band fics)

Pretty much any British comedian featured on Would I Lie To You, Taskmaster, Big Fat Quiz, 8 Out of 10 Cats, 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, and Mock the Week

Dead Poets Society (any of the main guys honestly, I’m not picky)

Inbetweeners (most main characters and Mr. Gilbert)

Umbrella Academy (most main characters, ask upon request)

Types of Personalized Fics I’ll Write ($10 Per Fic, $15 if Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes are involved)

Fluff

Smut (angry smut, fluffy smut, jealous smut, anything really)

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Song fics

Drabbles or short concepts

M/F, M/M, F/F, anything goes

Types of Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes I’ll Write For ($15 Per Fic)

Hardcore BDSM (bondage, dom/sub dynamics, mild pain play, punishments, use of gags, sex toys, and bondage gear, etc)

Consensual Non-Consent

Somnophilia

Piss kink, piss play, bladder control, etc

DDLG/MDLB and all variations, but no pedophilia.

Blood Kink and/or weapon play

Roleplay

Breeding Kink and Pregnancy Kink

Belly Kink/Weight Gain Kink (this does include feederism and force-feeding)

Cucking, Threesomes, Sharing, Free Use, Cheating Kink, etc

Degradation and Humiliation (and on the opposite end, Praise Kink and Body Worship)

Impact Play and Mild Pain Play

Foot Fetish

Exhibitionism and Voyeurism

Wax Play and Temperature Play

Tentacles (yeah sure, why not)

Inflation (I highly doubt anyone’s gonna request this but it’s there as an option)

Note: Extremely gross fetishes like scat, farting, armpits, etc are a possibility but you’ll have to make a pretty decent offer, definitely more than $15. Pedophilia, Bestiality, and kinks involving explicit torture/mutilation or murder are out, no matter what you offer.

Please note that all requests for these fics need to either be sent to me in DMs or through a non-anonymous ask (the ask won’t be posted, it’ll just tell me who to DM to send the link to the fic or to ask questions about the fic). Once the fic is completed, I’ll ask you to send the $10 or $15 through Venmo, PayPal or CashApp (preferably Venmo but it’s your choice) and I’ll either send you the link to the document the fic is written on or email you the PDF of the fic. You can also choose to have me post the fic on ao3 and just not state who requested said fic. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, I don’t kinkshame or judge and I like to be given as many details as possible to ensure that you get the fic you want.

Also, don’t feel obligated to ask for a commission if you’re one of the people who reads my x reader fics! This is just a way for me to earn some money while I’m in college, I will never demand that any of you ask for a commission. Happy requesting :)

[finishinglinepress]

FLP POETRY BOOK OF THE DAY: all the time more than anything by Emily Zogbi

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all the time more than anything is an interrogation of memory and ghosts, #family and time, magic and fear. While some poems speak to Janis Joplin and Emily Dickinson, others hear from Medea and Kitty Genovese. The book is populated by a chorus of #women, talking all at once, who appear at the supermarket, on the beach, in a 7-11 parking lot, waiting for someone to come home, or hoping no one comes #home at all. all the time more than anything explores the voices and people we collect across generations, be it through mental illness, trauma, grief, recipes, remedies, or stories. The poems sit with a variety of ghosts—the therapist, the mother, the mentor, the killer—but one voice rings through the clutter: a lonely speaker, tasked with becoming herself. #poetry

Emily Zogbi is a writer, editor and poet from Long Island. In 2021, she earned her MFA in poetry from The New School. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Chronogram, Rumble Fish Quarterly, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, RHINO Poetry, Half Mystic, and Ocean State Review, among others. Zogbi was the recipient of the 2021 Sappho Poetry Prize from Palette Poetry. She has worked in book publishing, entertainment journalism, childcare, and unemployment, but she mostly enjoys estate sales, bad movies, and collecting rocks. She wishes she had been a dancer.

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[prettypinkporkchop]

can you please write a story about reader becoming friends with renesme and bella loses self control and she tries to attack reader and she finds out about the vampires and such and then jared imprints on her and she’s scared when he shifts and he calms her down and explains everything. end it how you want queen! love your writing!

"Kiss, marry, or kill?" Renesmee shows you a picture of a celebrity.

You make a stank face and shake your head. "Fuck no. Kill." You burst into laughter when she does too.

"How about this one?" She pulls up a picture of her and Jake.

You side eye her with a smile. "Really?" You laugh.

"Be honest!" She giggles, softly hitting your knee.

"Kill. Because he has more of your attention than I do." You roll your eyes.

"You're so clingy!" She groans playfully.

"You started it. You HAD to compliment my shirt during my shift and then HAD to give me your number."

She rolls her eyes and then clicks her tongue, shaking her head.

"All you!" You shove her.

Stops and stares at her bedroom door. "Jacob and his friends are here." She says and stands up.

"Uh, how do you know? I hear crickets." You giggle.

She ignores you and excitedly takes your hand. "You're going to love them!"

As you get to the bottom stairs, you see a bunch of people outside through the glass. It's pale and tan skin that fill up your sight. You're overwhelmed by the bunch.

Your shoes touch the grass as you reach the group of people.

"Y/n, hey." Jacob waves at you. He then grabs Renesmee and kisses her cheek.

"Hey!" You reply.

Your mind can't even register what happened because you just randomly end up with a cold hand around your throat. You feel someone behind you, snarling like an animal.

"Bella!" Everyone grabs her off of you.

Next thing you know, there are wolves lined up. Carlisle and Edward are holding a struggling Bella.

Renesmee and Jacob grab onto you. "Hey, it's okay!" Renesmee whispers.

"What in the holy hell fire is going on?" You yell.

"UGH, I told you not to bring any outsiders in." Jacob scolds Renesmee.

You look over at the wolves that are threatening Bella. They're growing and circling her. You look at one wolf who is staring at you. Dark brown fur. He's a beauty.

His eyes won't tear away from yours. You catch yourself not wanting to move them either. Who is this??

"Well, that makes things easier." Jacob said.

You turn to him in a panic. "What is going on?!" You scream.

"Look, we're leaving you with that wolf. You're safe. We have to get Bella out of here." Jacob replies.

Next thing you know, you're standing outside with a gigantic wolf a few yards away from you. It got quiet when everyone went inside. The wolf takes a step closer but you move backwards.

"No, stay. Over there." You say shaken up.

The wolf huffs and walks away. Leaving you by yourself. You turn toward the house to see everyone fighting and yelling, and then you see Bella literally throw Jasper. Alright. This is your cue to run.

You start going. Leaving the trail. You've got to get home. But warm arms grab you. You scream and try to get out of the grip.

"Hey, you're okay. You're okay." You see the most hottest guy in the world. You're breathing rapidly and your anxiety is still high. But looking at him got you a bit calmer.

"My name is Jared. I know who you are. Let me take you home, okay? I've got you." He gently rubs your arms.

You feel his skin send electricity down your body. You shiver and blush at the contact. "Yeah, thank you." You breathe out in relief.

The walk home was interesting. He had explained everything to you. You've been joking with him and flirting, taking things not too seriously because of how safe he made you feel. It was crazy but you're just glad you didn't freaking die.

"A hot wolf is my soulmate? Sure." You step up the steps to get to your front door.

"No, I'm serious." He softly grabs your elbow to stop you.

You turn and look at Jared. His toned arms and tan skin oh save you.

"I can live with that." You smile.

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere." He smiles.

[redheadjustin]

Headcanons for Sam Uley with a vampire boyfriend please 🙏

Sam Uley. You know the name. The alpha of the La Push wolf pack. Half brother to Embry Call. Hard. He’d never imprinted on Emily Young. That honor went to Leah Clearwater. Jared, Paul, Quil and Jacob had all imprinted and Sam, while happy for them, was resentful that a lot of his brothers had imprinted and found their soulmates.

Sam was loney. He wanted to have someone to love. He didn’t even care if it was a guy. Despite the elders, LGBTQ+ was wholly accepted in La Push thanks to One Billy Black. 

There was a ninth Cullen no one knew about. Y/N Cullen. You were turned after 9/11. you were one of the selfless police officers who tried to help those trapped. 

Emmett was the one to turn you. The entire Cullen clan (minus Jasper) was at ground zero helping. Emmett tried to save you without using the bite. He really did. Despite what people chose to believe, Emmett was serious. He had learnt medicine from Carlisle and despite every trick he used Emmett had only one option to save you. So, he turned you. Carlisle wanted to be mad. But, when he thought about you and the reasons why, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed.

You were 18. Fresh out of the NYPD academy. You wanted to be a cop since you were three. So you jumped at the chance to become one right after High school. You served with honor and distinction right until your last breath. You were grateful to Emmett for saving you. You were a bit miffed at having to wait a while before you could be a cop again but you’d rather wait until you had your blood thirst under control until you returned to duty. 

When the Cullens moved to forks you were still in Alaska. You didn’t like moving. Something you hated even as a kid. So you stayed in Alaska until you got word from Carlisle that the voltri wanted to kill your nice Reneesme. You were called in as they needed all hands on deck. You came running. You had never met Bella, Jacob, or any of the pack. You sent a gift to the wedding but you stayed away. Mainly because you couldn’t bear to see everyone with their mates. You’d never believed in soulmates until you were turned. Seeing the way Carlisle and Esme or Alice and Jasper or Emmett and Rosalie looked at each other made you believe. But, It also made you hurt. It seemed everyone but you and Edward had your mates and it tore at your very soul. You knew sooner or later you would meet your soulmate but until then, you were content to be away from your adopted family. 

You drove your Mustang as fast as you could without getting a ticket. Time was of the essence. The voltri had said they would appear at the first fall of snow. It was december 5th. You had planned to spend Christmas with your family anyway. However this made sure that you would be planning and training as hard as you possibly can. It just wasn’t your life that depended on it. It was Carlisle, Emse, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, Edward, Bella, Reneesme and the pack’s lives at stake too. And you’d be damned if you went down without a fight. You would fight for your family until your head got separated from your body.

As you pulled up to the house, well manson, You saw more cars then what belonged to your family in the driveway. This made you both happy and nervous. You were happy that your family had allies. But, you were nervous as you’ve never met shifters before. As you stepped into the house you were surprised to find yourself being hugged by alice. You were all smiles as your family greeted you. You very much missed them. When you were introduced to Bella she was cold to you. You just assumed it was the stress. You were the ‘sweet uncle’ to Reneesme. She loved your hugs and  your stories about you growing up In New York. 

You were a bit surprised to hear Jacob had imprinted on her but Once it was explained to you and you knew it was something he didn’t have a say in you were fine. The whole time imprinting was explained to you, you could feel eyes on you. You looked up and saw the most beautiful man in the world.

He was built. And you appreciated that he wore tight clothing because you could see every curb and muscle. The second you looked into those deep light brown eyes you felt as if nothing mattered but him. Any thoughts of fighting for your family had been replaced with only fighting for this man. Even though  you just met him you felt a connection to him. It was as if he was the most important person in the world. 

“Oh great! Sam just imprinted on a leech too!!” the only woman who smelled of dog said. You immediately bared your fangs at the woman who dared insult this man. He deserved nothing but love and praise and- It was then you realized he was your mate.

You later found out that the man’s name was Sam Uely, the alpha of the pack. You were pleased to just stare into his eyes for hours on end. You spent whatever time you weren’t training spending time with your mate. You didn’t care about anyone else but Sam for a while.

When Sam heard your Backstory he gained a respect for you that he only gave to the wolves who won a tough fight. Every night before he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms Sam would say “I love you my brave officer.” You felt your heart melt every time he said this. No matter how many times he said it you felt like you did when your mom hugged you after becoming a cop. Loved, accomplished and complete. 

You and Sam fought the voltri as a team. You took care of each other. Though Alec, Jane, Felix, Demtri, Marcus and Caius joined your side Aro still had the advantage. It was only when Aro pinned Sam down and was going to Kill him did you consider using your gift.

You see, when you were human You had the ability to make split second decisions and have it turn out in your favor. When you became a Vampire you found you had the gift to Bend time to your will. You didn’t use it much as it could end up catastrophic. But, seeing your mate, your life, your reason for living under Aro, unable to get the mad king off him, fighting for his life woke something in you. You slammed into Aro, knocking him off of Sam. You used your gift to keep him in place as you sent him flying into tree after tree creating crack after crack in Aro. You somehow made it back to the clearing. You would never forget the look in Aro’s eyes when he realized he was as good as dead. You let each member of your family take a limb. You delivered the final blow, removing Aro’s head.

You and Sam got married a few weeks after the battle. Billy was the one who officiated. Well, he Officiated the wedding for the mortals. Caius officiated the wedding to have your marriage recognized by the Voltri. You let Alice plan both. You used to hate the way your family looked at their mates. But, now you had sam to spend eternity with.                       

[therandomficwriter]

Jealousy Looks Good On You

Who: Jacob Black

What: Jacob ignores his imprint on reader and when he sees someone else care for reader after they get hurt, he finally changes his ways.

Warnings: Cursing?, minor injury, mentions of blood (that’s about all I can think of?)

Request: Yes from @julesxoxo11

A/N: This one was fun to write! I’m honestly really happy about the way it came out! I hope everyone enjoys it! And please don’t forget to check out the link!⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )

The sun was shining on La Push beach where you found yourself hanging out with the pack once again. As you pulled up, you noticed the rowdy bunch goofing around. You chuckled at their antics before you exited the car.

The pack had always been like a second family to you since you grew up in town and had been close to many of them. Then one day a lot of them had started to ignore you.

The presence of large animals had also been reported a lot during that time and you had heard their legends long enough to put all the pieces together.

You then followed them into the woods and learned the truth that day. Ever since then you had all been inseparable and promised not to leave each other again.

Slowly, you made your way towards them and as you neared the group you noticed a couple people weren’t there. Sam and Emily seemed to be nowhere in sight so you figured they must have stayed back at the house.

Then there was Jacob, who you figured was probably with Bella. You had learned about imprinting after he had imprinted on you about a month ago. He had immediately rejected it claiming that he should have his own say in his love life. He had chosen Bella Swan over you.

You were hurt for a couple days after but soon pushed passed it. They had told you it would be painful for you both to be apart so you chose friendship over nothing. You knew you couldn’t make him be with you so you just told him that you would happily stay friends with him.

As soon as you were a few feet away from the pack, Embry turned and made eye contact with you.

“Hey Y/N, glad you could finally make it!” He beamed at you.

Everyone turned to greet you happily. Seth immediately called your name and ran to give you a big hug as usual which you gladly returned.

“Alright that’s enough, give her some air.” Leah said rolling her eyes.

“Hey Leah!” You smiled at her.

She smiled back and pulled you into a hug as well then quickly let go to let you say hello to the other guys.

“So why are we meeting here and not at Emily’s?” You questioned as you looked at everyone.

“Eh, Jake brought that leech lover over.” Paul said with a scowl on his face.

“Yeah, so we took that as our sign to get as far away from there as possible.” Jared finished with a chuckle.

“Fair enough.” You replied laughing a bit.

“Well let’s not think about that too much. Come on let’s play some soccer.” Quil suggested.

Everyone quickly agreed and split into teams. You, Paul, and Seth on one team and Leah, Jared, and Embry were on the other, with Quil as the ref.

With everything set you began the game. It went by pretty smoothly till the end of the game quickly neared. Your team needed one more point for the win and you guys had it in the bag.

As Paul fought with Leah for control of the ball, you quickly ran past them when he finally got it from her. You turned and back-pedaled, yelling for Paul to kick it towards you.

Unbeknownst to you a big rock was a few paces behind you. While you waited for the ball, still jogging backwards, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Hey, Y/N, watch out!” Embry called from behind you.

“Wha-”

You didn’t get to finish your thought as your foot came in contact with the rock, you tripped, which immediately caused you to fall to the ground with a thud.

Everyone hurriedly ran towards you to make sure you were alright. As you sat up, a sharp pain shot through your ankle and you quickly grabbed it and let out a gasp of pain.

“Shit, are you okay?” Paul asked worriedly.

“No, I think my ankle might be hurt.” You stuttered out as the pain grew.

When they looked down they noticed your ankle was bleeding from when it hit the rock and it seemed to be slightly swelled. Everyone then started to panic not knowing what to do.

“What should we do, should we take her to the hospital or something?” Seth asked out in a rush.

“Oh boy, Sam in gonna kill us.” Embry said worriedly.

“I don’t think it’s Sam we have to worry about.” Quil replied.

“Everyone shut up and come on, we gotta help Y/N.” Leah said and quickly took charge, “Quil, you and Embry shift quickly and run to Emily’s and tell them we need ice for Y/N. We’ll be close behind in the car. Now go.” Everyone agreed and went their separate ways to get help as soon as possible.

Back at the house, Jacob sat at the table with Bella as they talked with Sam and Emily. Emily then got up to start dinner since the whole pack would be coming back soon and Sam went with her to help. Jacob and Bella stayed there and engaged in a small conversation which was soon cut short by a ruckus outside.

“Emily, quick, it’s an emergency! We need some ice!” Embry yelled making his way inside with Quil hot on his tail.

“Woah, woah, wait, slow down. What happened?” Sam asked with a serious tone.

“Well we were playing soccer and Y/N-”

At the sound of her name, Jacob quickly got up went straight towards them as he disregarded what he was previously doing.

“What happened to Y/N?” He said as worry and anger quickly overcame him.

“I’m getting to that. Well, you see-”

He was once again interrupted by the sound of people making their way inside.

Seth and Jared quickly ran inside and cleared off the couch. Leah then walked in the door eyes darting towards Embry and Quil.

“Did you get the ice?” She questioned.

They looked at each other before they made their way towards the fridge for the ice as one grabbed a bag along the way.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you pea brains with anything.” She said while she rubbed her forehead in annoyance.

“Where’s Paul?” Sam asked.

“He should be coming in any second.” She replied.

As if on cue, Paul made his way through the door with you curled up in his arms, your eyes slightly glossy from the pain you felt.

At the sight of you in Paul’s arms, almost in tears, Jacob couldn’t help but feel angry and worry all at once. You were his imprint after all and to see you like that brought in that familiar feeling of jealousy. He immediately walked up to the two without thinking before he voiced his unease.

“What gives, huh? First you let her get hurt and then you come in holding her like that when you know damn well she’s my imprint.” He said voice raised.

You felt Paul stiffen and slightly shake as his anger started to rise at Jacob’s sudden outburst. Before a fight broke out you spoke up.

“Jacob, calm down. It’s not his fault, besides he’s helping me.” You said lightly trying to defuse the situation.

Your words seemed to only make him angrier as he said, “Yeah but that’s supposed to be my job, since you’re my imprint!”

You sighed and quietly asked Paul to take you to the couch, much to Jacob’s dismay as he followed behind you both rapidly. He set you down gently and made sure your leg was fine then went to the table where everyone waited, not before throwing Jacob a scowl.

He only scoffed at Paul and stood there next to you as he looked at you. Embry quickly made his way towards you two and handed Jacob the ice pack before making his way back to the others.

Before he could place the ice on your ankle, you swiftly grabbed it out of his hand and mumble out, “I can do it myself.”

You gently placed it on you ankle and hissed out in pain at the feeling. Jacob’s jaw only tightened the sound of your pain, doing nothing to help his agitated state.

As if he sensed the growing tension between you two, Sam ushered everyone out the door.

“We’ll be outside to give you two some privacy.” His gruff voice sounded.

You nodded silently thanking him.

“I better get going too. I’ll talk to you later Jake.” Bella said looking his way.

He made no notice of her words and kept his attention solely on you. You couldn’t help but frown slightly at the way she used his nickname but tried not to show your bitterness.

She sighed and made her way out of the house leaving only you and Jacob left. The silence was defending as neither of you decided to speak up.

“Jacob, you can’t be doing this when one of the other guys helps me with something.” You sighed out finally.

“Yeah but I’m the one that’s supposed to be helping you, not them.” He said with an edge in his voice.

You looked up at him with a slight glare before talking, “First of all you weren’t there, so what was I supposed to do then? And don’t you dare say you would’ve been there cause we both know who you would’ve rather been with considering you were already with her.”

He opened his mouth but you quickly cut him off before he could get a word out.

“Secondly, we both agreed we would stay friends cause that’s what you wanted. You cannot be acting that way when any of them help me because they are my friends too. Besides what are you gonna do when I find someone I really like and we start dating? They’re gonna be the one I go to when I need help not you. So you’re gonna have to get used to it sooner or later.” You finished before looking away from him as your eyes began to gloss over once again.

You knew you lied at the last of your words. You couldn’t even think of loving anyone else because if you were being honest with yourself, you were already so deeply in love with him, no one else could possibly compare.

Before your mind could wonder, his voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“How can you even think about that right now? And no I won’t have to get used to it because you’ll always be my top priority.” He sighed out before continuing, “Look I know I’ve been the absolute worst imprinter but seeing you hurt like that and knowing I wasn’t there to help you, made me realize what I should’ve just stayed with you from the start. Then seeing you curled up in Paul’s arms, my jealousy automatically took control cause I knew I should’ve never pushed you away and to see you so comfortable with someone else hurt in ways I didn’t think possible.”

“Y/N I’m so sorry I took me so long to realize this but I think I had fallen for you a while ago but I was too stubborn to have it my way that I didn’t realize I was hurts both of us, but mainly hurting you. I promise you from now on I’ll always be there when you need me.” He finished as he moved down to try and look you in the eyes.

You had shut your eyes tight as the tears flowed freely down your face.

“How do I know you won’t just leave me the second Bella decides she wants you? Jake I don’t think I could go through that heartbreak again. How do I know you’re telling the truth?” You asked voicing your fears.

His heart hurt at the sight of you so broken and all because of him. He reached up slowly and cupped your face in his hands as he wiped your tears.

“Y/N I swear to you on my life that I’ll always be there and I’m never leaving you again. I’m so so sorry I ever made you feel like I could ever love anyone more than you. But I promise that I’ll be better than I was before.”

You kept your eyes closed as you tried to process all of his words.

“Please believe when I tell you I love you with my whole being. So please look at me.” He said softly while he dried the tears on your face.

You sighed and slowly opened your eyes to look into his. As they connected, you noticed not a single ounce of a lie present in his soft brown eyes. All that they held was more love and adoration than you had ever seen in your life.

Letting out a laugh of relief of knowing he was telling the truth, you quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You held him showing all the emotions you had felt as your sad tears turned to happy ones.

“I love you.” You whispered happily, burying your face into his neck.

He held you closer to him than he ever had before not wanting to let go. He was determined to have you feel all the love he held for you in every touch and every word for the rest of your lives.

As you let go, you winced in pain as your ankle once again began to throb.

“Will you please let me help you now?” He asked just wanting you to feel better.

“Yes please.” You said looking at him thankfully with a loving smile.

He carefully went to get the first aid kit from Emily’s bathroom and took it back to the couch to care for the cut you had gotten from the rock. He took his time to clean the wound and flinched anytime you gasp muttering out a small sorry.

After he smoothed out the bandaid, he carefully placed a small kiss on it before he put the ice gently back onto your ankle.

Soon everyone came back inside knowing you two were alright. They all smiled seeing the two finally happy. Emily decided to make your favorite food since you hurt your ankle and everyone happily agreed.

Jacob made up for lost time and spent the rest of the day helping you with whatever you needed, never once leaving your side. And as the night went on you just wanted him to be near you.

You reached your hands up as you made a grabbing motion silently asking him to cuddle with you. He chuckled as he happily obliged and sat down on the couch. He maneuvered you to sit in his lap with your ankle elevated on a pillow at the end of the couch.

He pulled you closer than he ever had before and you both sat there on the couch happy to finally be with each other. He kissed your temple and you smiled at the feeling as you closed your eyes in content. You decided to speak up and broke the small comfortable silence between you both.

“You know, jealousy looks kinda good on you.” You giggled.

He rolled eyes and let out a slight chuckle, “Oh, shut it.”

A/N: I really loved this one and I really hope you all liked it! I really like the way it came out! Anyways please feel free to leave a request cause I’m always open to writing anything!

Taglist: @stansethandpaul @blackyblack @yourwonkywriter @twilightlover2007 @yinrose98 @wlfstxr @uraveragegorewhore @gutflorizt @nikkitc0703

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dessert

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday and Jensen thinks she’s acting like a brat when she insists on getting her dessert first...

Pairing: top!Jensen x bottom!reader x bottom!Jared

Prompts: Exhibitionism & Bratty!reader (and 2 very smutty gifs)

Word Count: 829

Warnings: language, smut (f/m only), dom/sub behavior, dom!Jensen (it’s all consensual), orgasm control, fingering, handjob, anal sex, breathplay

A/N: This was written for @negans-lucille-tblr​​ Birthday Bash drabble challenge! 

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“I thought I told you to put in the pan when I texted you,” said Jensen, walking in wearing a suit, a bundle of roses in his hand. 

“I thought I told you it’s my birthday and I’m in charge. No vegetables,” you said, spread out naked on the couch, running your finger through your folds. He stalked over and stared you down, narrowing his eyes. “It’s my party. If I want ice cream and cake before dinner, I’m having ice cream and cake.”

“I think you always want dessert first,” he said, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from between your legs. You stared him down and reached down with the other, not breaking eye contact while you fingered yourself. “You want to be a brat? Fine. No clothes at your party.”

“Like Jared hasn’t seen me naked a million times before,” you said, scoffing and standing up when the oven beeped. Jensen disappeared for a moment, returning with the roses in a vase and tossing a very tiny black apron at you. 

“Put it on.”

“I thought I was supposed to wear just my birthday suit today.”

“Don’t think I asked you,” he said, a smirk on his lips. You pulled the little thing over your head, Jensen pressing on your lower back as he tied the one around your waist. You bent down to get the roasting pan from the drawer and were greeted to two long, thick fingers entering your pussy, a thumb lightly grazing your clit. 

“I’m trying to cook,” you grit out, Jensen squeezing your ass roughly, enough to leave a bruise. 

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, curling his fingers against your g-spot. You slammed a hand against the counter, Jensen reaching a hand around and slipping it under the apron, grazing a knuckle over your nipple. “Dinner would be done if you’d started when I told you to, brat.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you breathed out, resting your head back against his shoulder, Jensen ripping the apron away, the ties easily slipping lose against his strength. You were standing on your tiptoes when Jared walked in, barely getting a second glance as he went past to the sink and washed up.

“Someone’s having a happy birthday,” he teased. 

“Very,” you said, Jensen turning you to face Jared, showing Jared very clearly how he was playing with his favorite toy again. You. “Jens can Jared play tonight?”

“You want to get fucked by us both?” asked Jensen. You whined, nodding your head. Jared was always down for a fuck with the two of you, even if Jensen always made him take orders. It didn’t take long for Jared to be naked and knelt on the floor, holding your hips as you thrust back onto him, grateful Jensen had fucked your ass earlier in the day and loosened you already. Jensen took his time to undress, watching you both, tossing his suit over the back of his chair. 

“Please,” you said, rocking back, chasing your orgasm. That was Jensen’s only rule.

You asked for your orgasms. 

Every. 

Single. 

One.

“Jerk me off,” said Jensen, kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your throat when you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, precome steadily leaking from the tip. His face was hard, eyes even harder. “You call that jerking off?”

You were forced to slow down you thrusts and ignore your own pleasure, sitting on Jared’s monster dick in your ass while you used your other hand to play with Jensen’s sack.

“Jared fuck her. Hard. But don’t you dare touch her clit. Good girls come on cocks alone, don’t they,” said Jensen, giving your neck a gentle squeeze. “You gonna be good and come on Jared’s big ass cock? God I can’t wait to watch him wreck your little pussy later.”

“I’ll be good. Can I come? Please, please, please?” you breathed out.

“I’m close,” panted Jared, Jensen giving him a look.

“Ask better,” he said. You looked over your shoulder, Jared biting his bottom lip. 

“Can I come in Y/N’s ass?” he asked, hands on your hips pressing into the skin hard. Jensen cocked his head, both your hands on his cock, one jerking his shaft, the other rubbing over the fat head of his dick.

“Better. Go on. Come. Now,” said Jensen, flicking his thumb over your jaw. Jared thrust a few more times and Jensen squeezed your throat, your mind spinning as your orgasm hit you, barely noticing the spurt of cum that hit you in the face. You breathed hard, licking your lips, Jensen slipping a coated finger in your mouth. You sucked on it, Jensen wiping his finger through the mess he left on you and bringing it to your mouth. You sucked it between your lips, shivering when Jared pulled out of you, a trickle of cum trailing down your leg. “Like I said. Always want your dessert first, don’t you birthday girl.”

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