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Victoria Punk Breeding Farm Part 2 (Dark, NON CON, Hybrid Kid Pirates x Reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | First Part

Hybrid Bull AU, NON CON, DARK

Reader x Kid, Killer, Heat & Wire

Happy birthday Killer!! For your birthday present you are not in this chapter :3

A continued thank you to - @don-mellow for your incredible Bullstass art that inspired me. Thank you to @gouraminnow and @quinloki for beta'ing this for me as I whined about it.

Wire POV

The little heifer was a touch more clever than most, Wire conceded as he watched you from afar. He’d been following you for about fifteen minutes as you attempted your escape. You hadn’t made it very far in terms of distance, taking your time to ensure you were undetected. Well, you thought you were undetected. You didn't know but the crew was still watching you in their den on CCTV and Wire was observing you downwind where you wouldn’t be able to smell him as easily.

You had quickly determined which direction you wanted to set off in, you probably saw the river when you came in that shitty van earlier in the day. Before heading north, you tried taking off the cowbell but found it was locked. Instead of holding the hammer with one hand to prevent it from making noise like some of the other cows had, you stuffed the bell with dirt and grass, which left both your hands free. It wasn’t that the other cows were stupid or anything, but they often let their nerves get the better of them and made foolish mistakes. You also tried rubbing dirt all over your body to dull your scent and the smell of Kid and Killer, another wise move. Kid had mentioned they weren’t your first or second farm and that you’d been sold off for bratty behavior so he wasn’t all that surprised to see you try to take off. In fact, it made his night. 

You were now carefully passing through an open field. If you had stopped to read the sign in the light of the moon, you might have noticed the warning to watch out for bulls in rut. But instead you passed right by, scurrying along in the dim light while trying to remain as quiet and unnoticed as possible. Wire had tracked you from the fence until you hit the middle of the field where there wasn’t any cover. Deciding he had enough chasing for the night, Wire got up from his own concealed position and walked straight towards you.

“Killer warned you little cow,” Wire taunted loudly, swishing his long tail as he spoke his first words to you. “You were told to stay in your pen and be a good little heifer, that running wouldn’t help ya. And now you’re about to find out why. You can come with me now and things can end the easy way or take your chances and things will end the fun way,” he continued, smiling widely. Wire loved this part of his job the most. Sure, he liked everything about working for Kid - the fucking, the fighting, the booze, his friends - but chasing down runaway cows was his favorite part of the job. His cock had been hard since Kid turned on the TV and now it was twitching in anticipation of your imminent capture. He really hoped you went the fun route. 

Your eyes were wide as you remained in your crouched position and Wire smelled fear wafting his direction. It only made his cock harder as he imagined you thinking through all your current options. He hoped you chose to run, it was always better that way. Telegraphing your plans, you braced yourself against the ground as Wire continued casually strolling towards you. He made sure he wasn’t all that close, maybe 50 or so feet away. It was enough for you to think that you had a chance to get away, that you might be able to outrun him. You wouldn’t, but you didn’t know that. You'd find out soon.

He stopped and let the gravity of the situation hit you. And just like Wire predicted, you bolted. His laugh resounded loudly through the empty field making you run even faster as he pulled the lariat off his belt. Wire made his loop and began swinging it overhead, laughing all the while.

Your POV

You stopped as you heard the bull speaking to you. You didn’t know how he’d found you so quickly, you had tried your best to conceal your path, your footprints and your scent. In the light of the moon he looked like a devil sent from hell to drag you back down. His horns were the longest you’d ever seen and they seemed to glow from within. He was wearing some kind of black flowing robe that accentuated his muscles as he walked leisurely towards you. He almost seemed indifferent to the fact that he was chasing you down but for his tail twitching with excitement. You remained frozen until the bull’s hearty laugh had you running as fast as your sore legs could carry you. 

You didn’t want to look back and determine if he was chasing you down as you ran through the open field. Any second that was spent not running would be wasted against a bull that size. You could only hear your blood rushing through your veins as you raced towards the forest at the far end of the clearing. If you made it there maybe you’d be able to lose him among the trees or at least you’d have a better chance than being in the wide open field. Your legs burned with exhaustion as your breath was coming in short spurts but you forced your body to continue onward. Just as you approached the tree line, you felt something tighten around your ankle. It was like you hit an invisible wall as you landed hard on the ground with a thud. You attempted to scramble up again but realized your ankle was caught in a lasso. Turning over onto your butt you tried to get the loop off your leg but it was being pulled tight by the now too close bull. He was practically dragging you to him with how taut he was pulling the rope.

“Looks like you want the fun way, hm? Fun for me anyways,” he drawled as you kept trying to get the rope off. You hadn’t realized how tall he was until he was looming over you, his incredible horns further accentuating your fear.

“D-don’t want ngh any kind of way,” you grunted, still trying to make your escape. The bull laughed again as he squatted down by your torso, the rest of the rope now coiled again in his hand. He pushed you onto your back, putting you at a disadvantage. You could still figure out something to escape if you thought quickly enough.

“Too bad,” he said with mock sympathy, reaching for you. You put up your hands to stop him from touching your body, the two of yours fitting into one of his own. “Never had a heifer assist in her own hogtie before,” he said with a laugh. He captured your wrists in his hand and sunk his knee into your hamstrings, forcing your calves in the air. Faster than your next breath, he’d tied your wrists together and bound them to your ankles. The speed and expertise with which he bound you told you this wasn’t his first rodeo. The ropes were tight and you were unable to dislodge them but they weren’t painful or cutting off your circulation. 

“Let me go!” you screamed, thrashing as much as you could. There was no sense in being quiet or sneaky anymore, your attempt had been discovered. 

“Nah,” he said, sitting down on the grass by you. He pulled you into his lap so that your cunt was inches from his face, your wrists and legs now dangling backwards over your head. One of his hands was on your inner thigh, easing your legs apart while the other was on your hip, keeping you steady. You felt like a crab that had been flipped over to reveal your soft underbelly. “Oh, looks like Kid was here already, yeah? Good thing for you,” he said, a thick finger suddenly stroking your wet slit. You knew you were wet from earlier but you hoped he couldn’t tell not all of it was old. Your body was responding to the bull even as you still wanted to get away.

“Yeah, you probably get off on hurting hybrids smaller than you. Making defenseless cows bleed and cry,” you hissed, unsuccessfully trying to close your legs. Your position, gravity, and his large hand were all working against you as you felt his hot breath on your thighs and bare cunt. You squirmed and tried to reposition yourself farther from his mouth. There had only been one time before where a bull had licked you there and you hadn’t enjoyed it at all. It felt wrong and weird and you’d kicked the bull in the face to get him away.  

“Nah, I’m not gonna hurt ‘cha. At least, not in ways you won’t like,” he said, his eyes no longer on your face but on your cunt. He removed his hand from your hip and used his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips for his inspection.

“I d-don’t like th-this,” you stammered as he hiked you up further onto your back.

“You will. I watched ya moan and cream all over Kid’s cock earlier, I know what kind of cow you are,” he said in a low voice, his aquiline nose now grazing your folds. You shuddered and fisted your hands tightly, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. You tried to mentally prepare for what was coming but your nerves were already shot.

“Wh-hat kind of cow am I?” you asked, hoping the venom in your voice would convey self assurance that you didn’t feel.

“A nasty one. The kind of cow who wants nothing more than to be put in her place and bred by bulls until she cries. The kind of cow whose messy, sloppy pussy is telling me she’s glad she got run down and tied up. The kind of cow who’s going to come on the tongue of some bull she’s never met before over and over again. That kind of cow,” he said, his fingers spreading your lips even wider. You couldn’t see him but you were sure he wore a large grin. You kept your mouth shut as his warm, flat tongue licked you from your hole to the top of your clit. It didn’t hurt, like he said, but it felt foreign and strange. 

“Nice pussy you got,” he said, smacking your lips. If you opened your mouth you were going to squeak or scream so you ignored his stupid ass comment and kept your jaw clenched tight. “You can try to keep yourself quiet if you want, there’s no sound on the cams anyway,” he said offhandedly. You really wanted to know more about the cameras but didn’t take the bait to answer. 

It seemed like the bull took your silence as acceptance as he began licking your cunt like it was a lollipop. You tried to shake him off a few times but all it got you was a nip to your inner thigh before he turned his attention back to your pussy. He teased you by laving the point of his tongue against your clit repeatedly until your legs shook, alternating with dipping his tongue into your hole. You couldn’t imagine what his cock was like if just his tongue was delving so deeply into you. His head bobbed as he ate at you, your teeth grinding against each other to keep them clenched tight. You desperately wanted to grab his horns and pull him closer if only to end the torment that much sooner. 

“Still quiet, eh? Let’s see if we can get you to say somethin’” he said, picking his head up momentarily from your folds. He was taking your silence for what it was - a challenge. He changed the angle he was holding you, setting you against his bent legs. Now you were at a 45 degree angle as one of his arms wrapped around your torso to hold you securely. You didn’t know exactly what he was doing until you felt his fingertips prodding at your seeping cunt. 

“ Y’can take two,” he said, stuffing them into you slowly. You rocked your hips back at the intrusion but soon he was working the digits in and out of you with ease. The lewd squelching of your dripping cunt was making you flush even as you wanted to keen from his attention. You could take it, you thought, you’d be able to bear it without making noises. 

Until.

His mouth descended back to slurp you while his fingers curled on something deep within you. It was like an electric shock - not the bad kind you’d gotten at your previous farm - but like your whole body was a live wire. The bull’s fingers roamed until he found some spot within you and pressed on it. You didn’t mean to, you couldn’t help it, it just slipped out - you moaned.

“There’s my good little heifer,” the bull laughed as his fingers prodded and rubbed within you. “You tried real hard, kept it up a while,” he said, pushing at that special spot. The pressure was doing something unfamiliar to you, making you feel like you were wound too tight like something was going to burst in you.

“N-no, don’t - don’t do that,” you whined. You wanted to stretch your hands over your head but weren’t able to move them farther without opening yourself up to the bull more. 

“Or else what?” the bull taunted from between your legs. He worked you quickly into a fervor, licking and finger fucking you until your toes were curling. You would never admit it but he was right - you did enjoy the sensation of his mouth on your pussy, the strong muscle bringing you closer and closer to coming.

You figured you’d already broken your silent streak and you needed an outlet for the feeling rising within you. “ Oh my gods I’m guh-gonna cuh -” you moaned out, ready for your imminent climax. You were so close to coming over this bull’s face, you wanted to with every fiber in your being. All he had to do was keep going, keep licking and fingering you…but he stopped right before your precipice.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” you cried out, your frustration escaping as anger. You wanted to kick or stamp your feet but they were still bound to your ankles. It wouldn’t do well to provoke the bull who was giving you pleasure but it hadn’t stopped your hot temper before.

“Nah, you say my name when you come or you don’t come at all. Got it?” 

“Wh-what’s your na-name?” you asked, your knees trying to close around his head.

“Oh oops, didn’t tell ya. Wire,” he said with a shrug before leaning back down into you. He started again, his jaw working hard to lick at you like you were a delicious meal. His strong fingers prodded and stroked your sensitive spot and you were panting just moments later. 

“Good cows get to come, yeah? Say my name or I’ll ruin it for ya,” Wire demanded. You nodded, unable to string together a coherent thought as he pistoned his fingers in and out of you. Resuming his previous position, Wire licked his way from his fingers to suck your clit gently in his mouth. One moment of the pressure you came screaming his name into the night. He continued to suck softly as you rode his face as best you could, humping his fingers and nose. Finally you began to come down off your high, your chest heaving as Wire removed his fingers and licked them clean.

You were still panting as he untied your ankles from your wrists and you let your limbs splay outwards and your arms rest over your head. Wire was rubbing your ankles now that they were unbound, checking the ankle he’d yanked with nimble fingers. You didn’t give a shit what he did right now, you felt boneless and could see why some cows begged their bulls for such an act. Not that you would ever beg for anything from these assholes but you could see the appeal. 

“Your ankle’s fine,” he told you, setting your leg down more gently than you expected.

“Like you give a shit”, you snapped. You weren’t fooled, he just didn’t want their investment to be destroyed. Kid would probably take it out of his paycheck - or hide- if he seriously hurt you. Wire grunted but rolled you onto your stomach and pulled you to elbows and knees since your wrists were still bound.

“Nothing’s injured there either, asshole,” you hissed at him, unable to push yourself to your hands. Wire didn’t answer but you heard the sound of fabric swishing and a zipper being undone. Wire’s heavy cloak hit the ground as he threw it behind him. 

“H-hey, wait -” you said, trying to move your legs under you and get out of position. You were tired, sore, and didn’t want to be used by any other bulls. All you wanted to do was pass out and plan your next escape, not get fucked yet again.

“I don’t want - no, please -” you pleaded as Wire lined himself up, his fat tip pressing against your core. There was something metal on his cockhead pressing against you, making you arch your back up. You felt him pause momentarily but continue to move forward as a hand pressed on your lower back to lower it back into position.

“Won’t hurt, loosened you up first,” he grunted, holding up your slim tail in one huge hand as he eased his way inside. His left hand found its way to your horn, gripping it as he mounted you from behind. He was gentle with your horn, holding but not squeezing as he used it as leverage to insert himself into you slowly. Even though you’d been under Kid earlier in the day the stretch was still intense. You whined in your throat as he bottomed out in you. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant but still uncomfortable as your body struggled to accommodate his huge cock. 

Wire started a slow rhythm moving forward inch by inch and retreating just as slowly. Soon the discomfort was replaced by pleasure as he worked himself in and out of you.

“See? Doesn’t ngh hurt,” he murmured, now grabbing both of your horns and leaving your tail to swish by itself. He used the roughened pads of his fingers to rub where they sprouted from your head. It felt too good, too euphoric so you shook your head to get him off. Wire simply held on tighter and pointed your head forward as he fucked you faster, never stopping his movements. 

“Pussy’s so fuck tight, can’t believe this is your third farm. Can’t wait hah to breed this pussy full, have you dripping with my come shit from this nasty little slit,” Wire babbled to you, his pace increasing. It felt vulgar to have him holding you by the horns to fuck you like you were some lowly animal but you couldn’t deny it was turning you on just a little. Wire reached down and grabbed one of your dangling breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“G’na make milk for us, yeah? G’na be nnnn good little cow let us milk hah hah you? G’na have me suckin’ on these sweet titties, drinkin’ like a king while you come on my cock,” Wire started pulling on your nipple with his index and middle finger while the other fingers massaged your breast, like he was milking you already.

You could tell yourself a lot of things. You could tell yourself that you were overwhelmed, that you were tired and aching, that you were angry, upset, that you just wanted to go home. But as it stood Wire was rubbing your horn, pulling on your nipple and pounding you from behind with his pulsing cock and talking dirty into your ear. You couldn't keep it all together, you…-

You mooed. 

Wire paused for a moment then barked out a cruel laugh that had you ducking your head. “Is that so little cow? Fucked so good you moo for me? Kid's g’na be so fuckin’ mad it wasn't him that got it out of you first,” he snickered like this was something funny for him. Cows were known to moo when overstimulated but it had never happened to you before.

“Good little heifer, mooin’ on our first go. I wasn’t gonna shit hah let you come again but how can I refuse such a unggh sweet moo? Usually nnnh takes a few more ungh fuck shit g’na fuckin..’” Wire let go of your horn and reached under you to rub at your clit with three of his fingers. You clenched down hard on his cock as he brought your sensations to a crescendo. He was playing your body like an instrument, making you senseless with sensation as his pace increased faster and faster. He was pushing you rapidly towards another unwanted orgasm as pounded into you, his thighs slapping against your own as the coil in your stomach wound tighter until you could hardly bear it. You were moaning softly as you climbed higher in your pleasure but needing something to tip you over the edge.

Wire leaned down over you and bit your horn hard. Without warning the coil in you snapped as you came for him a second time, this time shrieking from the intensity. He rode you hard while you came pushing himself towards his own release. Finally you felt him shoot his come inside you, the hot white ropes splashing out of your overstuffed cunt. You collapsed onto your stomach as Wire pulled out, your bound arms trapped underneath your body. This time you didn’t open your eyes after your orgasm ended because there was nothing left of you. You had no more energy or fight, you couldn’t do anything but lay on the soft grass as the night wind chilled your skin. 

Wire rolled you to your side and untied your wrists, rubbing them like he had your ankles. You didn’t resist or try to escape, that would have to wait for another time. After untying you he rolled you onto your back and began kissing your sore tits. You began crying in earnest now, you couldn’t do another session with Wire, you just couldn’t -

“Alright, get off her. She’s done, I’m taking her back,” a blue haired bull said gruffly as Wire picked his head up from your body. The new bull scooped you up easily from the ground, your limbs dangling like a ragdoll from his strong arms. Wire grumbled but moved to a sitting position. What did they put in the water to make all the bulls here so large? 

“Only went one round Heat, I didn’t even get ta -”

“Your dick’s not gonna fall off, you can have ‘er later,” the blue haired bull said dismissively, already turning back towards the barn. He was strange looking and had been branded all over his face and arms but you didn’t even bother staring as you sagged in his arms. Sighing, he grabbed Wire’s cloak off the ground from where he threw it and wrapped it over you before resuming walking. Now you had to straighten up again - the last time that you let your guard down you’d ended up over Killer’s lap with his fingers up your ass. The new bull glanced down at you and grunted.

“Yer alright, nothing else’s gonna happen tonight,” he said quietly. You didn’t reply, not trusting his word. He shifted you in his arms so your head was resting against his shoulder as he carried you back to the lit barn. You let yourself rest just for the moment, it wasn't like you'd be doing anything in the next few minutes anyway. The walk was shorter than you remembered and soon he undid the simple gate lock and entered the warm, cosy barn. Entering your stall, he sat down on the same large chair Killer had before. You tried to get out of his hold but he easily kept you on his lap as he clipped your collar back to your line. Frowning, he turned your bell over and saw the debris you’d put there earlier.

“Smart,” he remarked, digging out the dirt and leaves. Once he was done the hammer could hit the bell once again, leaving you exactly where you started. Well, not exactly. You were exhausted, had more bruises and aches and now had Wire’s come dripping down your legs. Tears beaded on your lash line as you waited for whatever else Heat was going to do to you. You couldn’t take much more, at least not tonight. Heat pulled you close to his chest and sat with you in silence. 

It was wrong on so many levels but Heat was warm, calm, and smelled faintly of peppermint. You buried your head into his chest under Wire’s robe and avoided his gaze as he sat with you on his lap, stroking your skin gently. He didn’t say anything as an errant sniffle turned into a sob which turned into a long cry. Heat held you as you bawled, snot and tears running down your face in equal measure. You were crying for your family, for your freedom, for your future, for anything and everything. No other farm had ever made you feel a loss of control like this one and you didn’t know what your next steps would be. Through it all Heat held you and stroked your flank as you cried into his chest, rubbing your face on his healed wounds. Eventually your cries petered out and turned into hiccups as you calmed yourself down. Heat moved you off his chest and took a look at your red face, brushing some of your tears away with his thumb.

“You can be strong and resist again tomorrow, little cow. We’ll like you just the same,” Heat said as he stood up and placed you on your cot. You laid down obediently and he  covered you with the heavy wool blanket. 

“Good night, little cow,” he said, turning off the lights overhead. You were asleep before he’d left the barn.

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Author's note: i am probably going to make a part two or turn this into a little series. Also head Canon readers colour is pastel blue. Also sorry about spelling mistakes if there is any, I'm dyslexic. i am also taking requests if you're interested check out arcane writing requests

A OLD FRIEND

You worked yourself through most of your nights, and they were normally quiet and consisted of the same repetitive activities. Serves a drunk dude kicks him out serves a drunk dude gets hit on kicks him out serves a another stupid fucking drunk dude and kicks him out again. Ok so Maybe they Weren't quiet, but it was a normal Night for you. What you were not expecting to happen on your Regular Saturday night shift was an old Friend that you thought was dead walking into the bar.

“I'll get a beer” is the first thing she said to you. She definitely Didn't recognise you. That's for sure  oh boy you were going to have fun that Night.

“Coming up, vi” you snickered, shaking your head.

“How do yo– oh haha very funny, don't you Dare say it's written on my face” Vi snapped at you.

“Well it is, but would you prefer me call you Violet, Violet” you say leaning on the Counter. There was a smirk on your face 

“Im sorry what who the fuck are you and why the fuck do you know my name and i mean my full name” she got Defensive real fast wich made you Laugh and roll your eyes.

“Mmmm you'll just have to figure it out won't you” you grabbed a glass “violet” you add her name at the end just to tort her. You filled the glass full of beer, all the while vi’s eyes Scanned over you Suspicion and cautiousness in her Gaze.   

“Ok thats not funny, who the fuck are you Bitch!!!” she snapped angrily her hands went down hard on the table her voice was loud and Obnoxious almost like Shame wasn't something she even had thought of. The people in the bar went quiet at the Sudden yell and their eyes went to her and well… you.

“You might want to be quieter, girly,”  you said, slipping her glass over to her with a smile on your lips. It didn't take long for everyone to go back to their original conversations.

“How do you know who i am?, talk” her voice came out threatening and her demeanour came off as Intimidating but not to you. 

“You'll just have to remember me. I can't be that forgettable can i?”you took a seat on your side of the counter resting your head in your hands your head tilted to the side.

“Just tell me who you are,” Vi demanded. Your Eyebrows furrowed in disappointment

“I'm Y/N, you seriously couldn't recognise me?” you asked.

“Oh god” vi’s eyes widened with sock and they seemed to Light up. She Launched forward, jumping over the Counter, wrapping her arms around you. You smiled and  wrapped your arms around Vi as well. “I can't believe this, i thought i'd never see you again” her hug was so warm and comforting and loving, it brought back old memories for you and her. you remembered the butterflies you would get when she would hug you like this or hold your hand or wrap her arm around your shoulder and when she would look at you with her big beautiful blue eyes the ones she was looking at you with right now.

“You thought that. i thought you were dead” you cupped her cheek. your eyes searching hers.

“I'm so sorry sweets i was- i was- well it's a long story” vi coked out. Her hands came up to grip both sides of your face. 

“Where have you been?”you asked, you needed to know you hadn't seen her in 7 years and she just showed up like the walking dead.

“I was arrested and shoved into stillwater for 7 years and then some enforcer got me out and i went looking for powder and well im sure you know about jinx and then well me and that enforcer kissed and then i stopped her from killing a kid and then she hit me and now i'm a drunk liveing in some shity apartment.” well that was a mouthful and a lot of information for you to take in. The two things that stuck was that she had been to prison and she's been in a Relationship with an enforcer which made it even worse, because yes you were a little jealous which was stuped. you Hadn't seen her in 7 fucking years, you Shouldn't feel that she was just some silly Little crush you had when you where little that was never Reciprocated.( Because you were like 11 and she was 15 but thats not the case now)

[curly-fry-3]

𖦹An Old Friend - Part Three𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean decides to play matchmaker the night before a suicide mission

pairing𖦹 Sam Winchester x Reader

word count𖦹 1,610

notes𖦹 this might be my last part in the series unless y'all want more let me know

part 1 part 2

This is it. The day before your death. Ok well hopefully not but there's a high chance that it will be. Tomorrow your little group of hunters is going to go after the devil so right now you’re all at Bobby's house trying to savor what could be your last moments. Everyone was sitting together talking and drinking, even cas joined in on the fun. It felt good to be together, but there was an underlying tension–everyone knew how dangerous tomorrow was going to be.

That wasn't the only tension you could feel. Something was different between you and Sam–at least you thought so–maybe that awkward feeling was all one sided. You two had gotten closer again but it wasn't like when you were kids cause now his presence was just so…apparent. If you were in a room with him all you could think about was him–you would think about him when he wasn't there. And everytime he touches you it's like your brain short circuited. The worst part is, you could always feel his eyes on you, like he was just as affected by your presence, but youre probably just delusional. 

It wasn't always awkward, there were a lot of long talks that would bring you back to the days where you two would hang out in one of Bobby's scrap cars and stay there for hours, nothing to entertain you except for each other. The difference now is that Dean was always there, always giving you that look–like he knew something–that stupid smirk. He'd look in between you and Sam, analyzing you two, then turn away and stifle a laugh while shaking his head. What was he seeing? What was so funny? Were you making a fool of yourself? Could Dean tell you totally had the hots for sam? Oh god what if he tells Sam? What if Sam can tell? If Sam can tell and he's not saying anything that means he doesn't feel the same. What if he can't tell and he does feel the same? 

You're sitting there overthinking while you watch Sam go on about some dumb story from college when you catch Dean giving you that stupid look. You try to ignore him staring at you, so you excuse yourself to get a beer from the fridge. You squat down to grab a bottle but when you stand up and turn back around you walk right into dean's chest. “Oh my god you scared me”

He smirks “you're helpless”

You furrow your brows in confusion “What”

“You're practically drooling back there” He teases

Oh so he does know how I feel “thats none of your business” You say, avoiding eye contact and trying to make your way around Dean back to the group

He notices you trying to leave and walks closer to you, trapping you against the counter. “Y/N/N, i'm making it my business”

You look at him confused, “Why, if its so obvious that you know–sam should already know”

Before dean can think he blurts out, “Little sammy has never been good with girls, he can never tell when they like him back”

That makes you pause, “Back! Wait sam–Dean you better not be fucking with me”

He giggles “i've said too much, haven't I” realizing his mistake he steps away from you and starts heading back to where everyone is congregated

You try to pull him back “you can't just drop that bomb and leave”

He doesn't stop walking and turns his head back towards you, “watch me”

Your cheeks flush in frustration. Sam likes you. Oh my god…Sam likes you. So the awkwardness wasn't one sided. Why did you have to figure out like this? Why couldn't Sam tell you? Why did Dean have to tell you the night before you'll probably all die? Omg youre overthinking again, back facing the kitchen entrance with your hands gripping the counter for support. They're probably wondering where you are. You can't go back out there. Sam is out there. You don't think you can be near him right now–him and his stupidly perfect face. You'll just stay in the kitchen for a bit, come out when you're ready. If they ask why you took so long, say you had to go to the bathroom–girl problems. Yeah that'll work.

Before you had any time to process what Dean had just revealed, you heard footsteps approaching. ‘Please be Jo, please be Jo, please be–’

Hey, you ok…you've been in here for a bit…Dean said I should check on you” Sam asks thoughtfully (of course hes so thoughtful hes a fucking sweetheart)

You turn around to face him, back leaning against the counter trying to act nonchalant. ‘Definitely not Jo–thanks a lot dean’ “uh yeah i'm fine, just thinking. You can go back to everyone else”

Sam keeps his worried expression, “not without you–the life of the party” He tries to lighten the mood. He can tell you are overwhelmed, assuming you're thinking about tomorrow's death mission. “I know it's scary but we’ll all be there…i'll be there, you know I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you”

You were confused for a second before you remembered the hunt tomorrow. Geez you got so distracted by Sam you forgot all about tomorrow . You blush when you process his words, 'I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you’. Is he trying to kill you? “I know sam…” You respond looking up at him with a sarcastic  smile “you’re my prince charming” you joke. 

He playfully shrugs “I know” 

you lightly chuckle “wow how do you stay so humble”

Sam chuckles lightly in response. When the laughter dies down you two awkwardly stand in the kitchen stealing glances at each other. He clears his throat and catches your gaze. “ So uh…dangerous mission tomorrow…I guess it’s time to…eat, drink and make merry.”

your eyebrows furrow “what” 

He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck “I mean…damnit, why did I listen to dean” he muttered under his breath “I don't know if its one sided, but it might be my last chance to say this so…I really like you…You're sweet and selfless–you left your regular life to help me after I did exactly what you told me not to do, and you forgave me like nothing. I just wanted to tell you how I felt when I had the chance.” He stood there awkwardly waiting for a reply.

You freeze and your breath hitches. Oh my god. Dean was actually telling the truth. He wasn't just messing with me. Sam likes me. You realize that you've left Sam hanging and focus back onto him and see his dejected expression. “I really like you too..like a lot” A smile stretches over both of your faces at the revelation–yours a bit more bashful.

Sam lets out a relieved breath. “Oh thank god, if I had just made potentially our last night together awkward I have no idea what I would have done”

“Good thing we don't have to think about that”

He slowly moves closer to you, so close you can feel his body heat while your back stays pressed up against the counter. “Great thing…amazing thing…I have no idea how you could possibly like me back. You're way out of my league”

“Says the jacked 6’4 model” you tease “if anyones out of anyone's league it's you”

“Are you serious, you're gorgeous, id pay to see you model..and you're the sweetest girl i've ever met, even back when we were kids”

You lightly giggle, embarrassed by him talking you up “shut up” you say playfully

“Make me” Sam replies, the tone shifting immediately. Suddenly he feels so close even though he hasn't moved in a couple minutes. Has he always been this warm? 

You blush at his response but try to hide it behind your snarky reply “and how would you like me to do that Mr smoothtalker”

He moves a little closer and puts one hand on your hip “I could give you a demonstration”

You crumble the second he touches you and weakly reply “please” Your eyes moving down to his lips as he slowly leaned in

He kissed you softly and sweetly, afraid to be too intense, until you reciprocated–tilting your head and turning the kiss more passionate. Both his hands moved to cup your face and you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging on his hair. He was kissing you like it was the last thing he'd ever do–intense and raw with emotion–essentially he was devouring your face.

You pulled back, still wrapped in his arms, and looked up at him with lazy, half lidded eyes. He looked down at you with a big goofy smile on his swollen lips. “Wait” you interrupt the moment “did you say something about Dean–right before you told me how you felt. Did Dean tell you to come in here to win me over?”

He smiles sheepishly “He may have….persuaded me”

You cover your face in embarrassment “oh my god” you groan

He tries to move your hands from your face “I wouldn't be complaining, with out his push i wouldn't have come in here”

You move your hands and look up at him “fine…but he he teases us about this im gonna kill him”

He chuckles lightly “you know he will”

“Yeah I do” You respond begrudgingly

Sam giggles at your childish behavior and warps you in his arms and all your embarrassment melts away. Sure Dean would be insufferable about this but you could deal with that later. Right now you just wanna focus on how warm and firm Sam is.

I hope y'all like it again sorry if there are any typos

@jaybbygrl @uranometrias @myceliumsunshine @hh38

[spinedog]

CLOSED - Drabbles for Rambles!

EDIT: As of now these are closed! I've put them down while I scramble to get the next Concrete Trail chapter done, I will be returning to them soon!!

So, I don't talk about my life here very often. Coincidentally, I'm a little bored, want to share knowledge and interests a bit, and also need to get some creative energy flowing.

Therefore: drabbles for rambles. You send me one of the below ramble prompts, and request a drabble. I give a short ramble about the prompt, then write a short drabble as requested.

Ramble prompts:

Talk about chaotic biology

Talk about birds and why their existence is horrifying

Talk about Monster Hunter

Talk about a weird/gross/scary work story

Talk about a movie/anime/show (that isn't RWBY or Arcane)

Talk about a DnD character

Talk about horses

Talk about Gumo (spider warning)

Talk about Shoelace (snake warning)

Talk about Skitter and Scuttle (crab warning)

Talk about Kona (cat warning)

Talk about Man-Thing (white man jumpscare warning)

Duplicate asks are no problem, there'll be more to say.

What you can request for drabbles (remember, these will be very short!):

I would prefer RWBY, but I could do some Arcane content too. Bumbleby and CaitVi will be the most natural for me, but I can branch out.

Romantic interaction is not mandatory, I welcome variety in that sense.

No explicit sexual content

Extra scenes from fics I've written are fair game!

If for any reason I'm not comfortable writing what you requested, I will send you a private answer and ask you to choose again - no harm no foul.

That should be all for now! I'll keep this open until I'm tired or overwhelmed, then I'll just add 'closed' to the title and/or put it in the replies.

Don't be discouraged if it takes me a long time to reply! I do tragically have a life and a job.

Entries so far:

Desensitizing horses to gunfire / Blake catches Yang reading her books

Prion diseases / FR&H two mean girls walk into a saloon

Emotions about birds / Yang teaches Weiss how to make mac and cheese

Chaotic biology and birds / Team RWBY finds some kittens (in progress!)

Childhood horse experiences / FR&H universe with bumbleby and horses (in progress!)

Horses / bumbleby horse rehab (in progress!)

Favourite breed of horse / bumbleby talk about hobbies (horses) (in progress!)

Birds / FR&H Ruby and Weiss in Atlas (in progress!)

Favorite Monster Hunter game / Carriage Driver Cinder (in progress oh god i need to get back to these)

[letsdontdie]

He's not here, but this one goes out to the nanami fans

[risingsunresistance]

sorry him saying he has no idea where the misogyny thing comes from when ludwig just talked about how he sent him a big apology for calling his friend a whore when it was about THE WRONG WOMAN is funny as fuck

i dont think he realizes that the reason no one gives a shit about his apologies and honestly just straight up ignores them is because EVEN IN THE EVENT THAT THEY ARE TRUE he's been proven to lie soooooo many times to the point where you really cant believe a word that comes out of his mouth. he says something and im like "damn maybe i was wrong about that one... i'll look into it" and you get more info and go "oh. he just made that part up. and misworded that. and lied about that part... oh it was actually WORSE than i initially thought!"

[babsvibes]

Ranking Episodes of Bob’s Burgers 🍔🌟 Seasons 1-13

Obsessed with the muppet burger show and like to categorize the things you enjoy? I might have the spreadsheet for you!

You can download this spreadsheet to rank Bob’s Burgers episodes in Excel

Or

Use this link to sign into your google account and make a copy in Google Sheets (you can skip step one of the instructions if you do this)

If you complete this behemoth of a task, you’ll be able to see by the numbers:

Your favorite director

Your favorite writer

Your favorite season by average

And you can sort your favorite episodes overall!

It’s by no means a perfect sheet (If you want season 14 episodes and on, you’re going to have to learn to add it yourself 💀💀), but I hope y’all enjoy anyway!

Instructions and an idea of what a finished copy will look like below the read more!

Instructions:

Episode Ranking:

Final Director/Writer/Season Ranking:

[beneathsilverstars]

what if i did a loop cosplay. been thinking about siffrin but actually figuring out how to do loop sounds like a fun challenge... like an outfit that is somewhat formfitting but also has just enough of its own form to abstract the body a bit? and maybe a tissue paper maché head, with lights inside.. or a gauzy fabric over a wire frame... something thick enough to block features but not light! getting the shape to look nice in 3d would be interesting. and then you'd have to either get it to settle nicely on your face with eye holes, or just paint eyes on and make sure the fabric is something you can see through when it's close to you. and i have LED strip lighting from an old robot cosplay that i never actually made, so maybe i could even get that to work for body stars.... maybe!!

[maburp]

I’m in my early 20s so sometimes I forget I don’t live in a vacuum. If I fail here, if I pause here, there is so shame or rush, there are people around me that can help break my fall and I’m so lucky for that. My only job is to explore and figure out what will leave me with a fulfilling life and how my friends and family fit into that.

[brittie-frog]

I'm crying at my own thoughts and other people analysis of the fight but here's my take on Empanada's death:

Up until the fed workers arrived, because it was an unfair fight, if they downed an egg the eye workers moved away and let someone have a chance of reviving them but once the feds showed up they were killable and I think there was always a possibility an egg could die but it was not planned. Em getting downed surrounded by 2 eyeworkers and a fed with a gun while Pac and Fit were around the corner and Bagi was grabbing a totem was almost an impossible situation to save her from in the split second it took for Em to die. It hasn't been confirmed yet (I'm waiting for eggstatistics in the morning) but I'll trust whatever the admins go with whether to strike it from the record as an admin miss clicking without giving anyone a chance to react or a weapon glitch whatever or whether they keep it because its already been rp'd about and it would be hard to claim that as a nightmare.

I saw a clip where Fit seemed to think that Ramon may have been the target but he was able to teleport him away and that could be it and they just went with the next available or that it could have been anyone or it wasn't planned at all and just a possibility.

Personally I'm just glad it was Em of the 3 new eggs because if it was Sunny or Pepito I think Em would have put more pressure on herself to be a protector and end up being way more reckless with her life to the point of not caring if she completely died as long as it was before her siblings.

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[lildoodlecat]

stg as soon as i make it through this semester im gonna reread tgcf

i actually still haven't read the entirety of the 7seas tl bc it wasn't all out on my last read and i got impatient sjxkd but!! with the revised version finally out and some lovely ppl having translated the chapters with big changes I think it'll be fun to read them together :D

[sysig]

Go play, ambassador, go play ambassador (Patreon)

[leofrith]

acv hate on my dash and i can't even be mad about it because they make some good points 😶

[lieutenantselnia]

I feel like davy would wear something like this, in the 18th century they wore nightshirts while women were nightgowns and sometimes with dressing gowns.

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Gonna put the pictures here so people won't have to copy the links:

He might, or at least he likely did when he was still a human. From what it looks like he was keeping on the same garments all the time after becoming cursed, likely because the barnacles and other sea life kept overgrowing the buttons, buckles and clasps to a point where it became nearly impossible to open them. For his own comfort I'll imagine that he was able to partly open them up for the sake of bodily necessities*, but he probably couldn't undress himself completely without any help - at least if he wanted to keep his clothes in one piece.

*This is is a different topic and don't want to open this can of worms right now and only try to brush over it very quickly, but I think it's a reasonable question to ask how a person's metabolism is affected by the Dutchman's curse, or if they even still have one. To me they seem more human than for example Barbossa's crew, who of course had cravings, but didn't actually have physical needs. The crewmen on the Dutchmen however are shown sleeping, including Davy. Of course there could be the possibility that they're just trying to stick to a daily rhythm to retain a last bit of humanity, however I think that is the more unlikely option. I feel like Davy wouldn't allow the crew to rest if they didn't actually need it, nor would he sleep himself. That makes it reasonable to think they have other physical needs like eating and drinking, and in consequence relieving themselves again. Some of them are shown holding bottles (though that could also be rum they consume for enjoyment - or frustration which might be the likelier option).

When he and Selena get closer, she would eventually be able to help him with the overgrown buttons and such, so he could sleep more comfortable without his day clothes again (gonna put the rest of this under a cut since I'm shy and it might be a little suggestive >w<).

I'm not entirely sure, but it probably takes until their first time together for Davy to undress in front of Selena - or rather have her undress him. They've slept in a bed together before - Selena insisted he needed a proper place to sleep, he's been sleeping at the organ for decades, he ended up acquiring a bed for her sake - but Davy is a bit uptight about those things, even though he wants it with her so much. It's probably therefore a bit of an awkward situation when they decide to finally take the step, but then Selena first has to carefully cut barnacles and sea growths for a good amount of time until she can actually gently pull off Davy's clothes and get a view on his bare body.

After they've managed to get there once, Davy would feel more at ease with it. He might even start wearing nightshirts again instead of his usual garments, as it would certainly be more comfortable. Still, it might take him a while to get used to it again.

[archaeren]

How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)