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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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What will daddy Henry do if his little is sad because someone took something valuable from her?

So i wanst sure what to base this on entirely, so I'm going to go with something I went through over the last few weeks. I had a little bit of anon hate, which I deleted but the words stuck with me making me second guess everything i was working on and the confidence i had in my writing was taken away. so this is like a shameful self indulgent fantasy that im going to read to myself when ever im down.

Warnings: Pretty Personal For Me, Angsty, Fluffy, Self Doubt, Happy Ending, DDLG, Long!!

Tagging: @viking-raider @isitmine @tinabean37 @loserrlauraa @msblkfire84 @henrythickcavill @plainbrunettelbl @dummiesshort @cynic-spirit @pandaxnienke @two-unbeatable-beaters @libbymouse @wolfieash @eldarwen333 @princesssterek @mom2000aggie @blackestpinkworld

(not sure who to tag in headcannons? these are the ones on my everything taglist)

Henry watched quietly with a frown as you sat down in the living room, eyes cast down at the tablet in front of you shoulders slumped.

"poppet what's wrong love?"

"n-nothing da-addy" you said with a small stutter

Henry shifted on his feet looking at you critically before coming over to you.

"nothing? So your sitting here almost in tears over nothing" he stated sceptically rounding the sofa sitting next to you.

"I'm not cryin" you sniffled trying to bite your lower lip to stop it from wobbling.

"not yet, but close enough poppet, hand it over" he said holding out his hand waiting for the tablet.

You whined not wanting to hand it to him at first but after a mini battle of wills you placed the colourful tablet in his hand.

Your head was cast down and you rubbed your eyes trying to catch the tears before they were noticeable.

"okay then, so this is your new story?" he asked scrolling through the page not reading it all but scanning the words, it was well written like always.

At the beginning of the pandemic he suggested you started a blog, and you had. A writing blog all full of fanfictions of... Him.

He didn't mind he actually love you doing something constructive, it kept you happy and busy which helped him because there wasn't many free days even in lockdown. He was working out, reading scripts or rearranging covid tests and travel.

Plus knew these smut blogs existed, even lurked on a few.

"y-yeah" you mumbled leaning on him hugging his arm scanning the page as he scrolled, you knew he wasn't reading everything maybe every few lines

"sooo what's the problem?" he said not finding an issue with the writing.

"i... I cant post it" you muttered looking down avoiding his gaze

"why?" he asked frowning not liking the defeated tone you had.

"j-just because..."

"ah I see, you have lost your confidence" he said quickly figuring out the problem, the downside to writing was everything was personal preference so tiny comments could knock your confidence.

In a way it was like his work, you put your heart and soul into it and then people don't like it? It was always a bummer. But he was used to it, you were not.

You nodded to him it was true you'd lost your confidence, you hadn't wrote for a while.

You couldn't seem to find the words to fit together anymore.

You felt silly, they were just a few mean comments, words from a nasty troll who didn't have anything better to do but it hurt, you poured your heart into every chapter and then for people to rip it to shreds? It stung.

"y-yes I... They didn't like it" you hummed fiddling with your fingers, drawing deep breaths trying not to cry

"and so what?" he said shrugging making you snap your gaze to him.

"wha?"

"it doesn't matter love, so a few people didn't like it, lots of people do, I love your stories"

"you have to your my daddy"

Henry huffed and shook his head at you ruffling your hair pressing a kiss to your head amused that you thought that's the only reason he liked your writing.

"don't stop writing just because of a few mean people nugget, it takes a lot of skill to write and a lot of bravery to share it. Your a brave talented little baby and I'm very proud of you"

He said cooing as that seemed to be the final push sending you over the edge making you burst out into tears.

He hugged you moving the tablet out of the way before pulling you to his lap, unbuttoning his shirt half way and squished you into his bare chest knowing you needed to feel him, not a shirt.

"shh its okay babygirl, your stories are wonderful, and you have fun writing them don't you baby?"

You nodded crying harder trying to get the words out but you just couldn't instead whining incoherently into him.

"and you enjoy making the little banners? And collect all your photos and gifs?"

"y-yeah but they di-dn't like it last time!"

"they don't have to like everything you do sweety"

"but I don't wana upset them!"

"did you do the warnings?" he asked knowing all about the do's and don'ts of posting your erotica.

You nodded whining you always did warnings on stuff to be safe.

"and make the little cut thingy you were telling me about?" again you nodded at him

"so your telling me they read the warnings, clicked to see it and then were mean?" you sniffled biting your lip trying to calm down but nodded to him humming quietly.

"well then it sounds to me like they were going out of their way, looking for someone to pick on" he said slowly rocking you slightly.

You fell quiet resting your head on his chest as he rubbed your back and patted your bottom soothing you.

"but what if they wasn't? What if my stories are bad- and encourage bad stuff!" you cried tucking yourself into him tighter.

"no-no you repeat after me, fiction is fiction" he said pulling you back wiping your tears waiting for you to say it out loud.

"fic-tion is f-fiction" you repeated

"I did everything I could to warn people"

"I-I did everyth-ing I could to w-warn people" he smiled at you as you drew a huge breath calming yourself down.

"and they are jealous because I'm an adorable, smart, funny kind and caring babygirl who has the cutest little peach butt in the world~" he said smirking at you from above holding you tightly to him pressing a kiss to your head.

"and they- daddy! Noo! I can't say that~" you gasped flushing as you realised what he had said

"oh yes you can because its the truth now come here let daddy bite that peach~" he growled playfully snapping his jaws at you.

"ah-no!" you screeched giggleing as he began tickling you all over wrestling you playfully trying to lean over and bite your but through your shorts.

He landed two solid bite's on your bottom before pulling back. Even though he had cheered you up he could see you were still doubting yourself.

Henry cast a glance to the tablet and smirked forming a plan that might just get you back on track. He was not going to let anyone steal your sparkle.

"come on you you've spent enough time writing go play in the garden with Kal"

Once you left henry got to work swiping up the tablet and going on your one drive seeing the meticulously organized notebooks, recognising a few by name.

A few weeks later Henry came in to the living room with a medium size box and plopped it on the sofa next to you.

"here we go nugget!" he said placing the gift next to you, they couldn't have come quickly enough, he had noticed you hadn't been writing at all, which upset him because he knew how much you loved it.

"what's that daddy?" you asked peering over the box not expecting any gifts.

"why don't you open it and find out?" he said sitting the other side of the box handing you a pair of scissors to slice the tape.

You moved slowly cutting it open and pulled the box open then froze.

"d-daddy? What thats my..." you trailed off pulling out the hard back books your banner on the front cover.

"your stories? Yes poppet, I realised that you were putting so much work into these things but could loose them, they are soo good that daddy wanted to read them over and over and now we can!" he said pleased with himself as you sat there shocked looking at the small collection of a5 books.

"but their- i dont..." you said happy but completely shocked, flicking through the pages, there were even a few comments in the margins from henry pointing out the pits he liked making your heart swell with pride.

Henry moved to stand behind you pressing a kiss to your hair.

"They are brilliant! So good I'm so proud of every thing you have achieved and I want them on our book shelf, in the living room" he said making you tear up.

"Really? You... You think their that good?" you whined eyes blurring with tears as you hugged the first book to your chest.

"absolutely poppet now go on, you do the honours~" he said pressing your shoulder urging you to go to the cube bookshelf.

You tiptoed over to it and slowly pulled out each little custom book with your banner on the front.

You sat down placing each one delicately on the shelf the five books each lining up with one another half filling the empty cube shelf.

"oh no baby look? The shelf isn't full is it? You know what that means" he said standing looking

"I-I've gotta write?" you asked sniffling weeping softly but this time because you were happy.

"exactly! You need to fill the whole shelf, so you keep up the good work and tell daddy when you finish your next story and we can keep adding to it!" he said cheerfully walking over handing you the tablet.

You smiled to yourself and looked to the books, your books- actual real life books on a shelf!

You grinned throwing yourself at him latching onto him feeling your confidence come back just from seeing how much you had done.

Suddenly the hate didn't matter, your daddy like them enough to make them into real life books! And even annotated them himself?

And if your writing was good enough for your daddy then it was good enough for you.

"daddy, can I have my screen time now, I want to write!!" you said jumping up and down on the spot excited to start your next chapter.

Henry grinned nodding deciding you can have as much screen time today as you wanted as long as it meant you wasn't giving up your new hobby.

#oh-for-fic-sake ask #oh for fic sake ask #oh for fic sake headcannon #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill x little!reader

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sorchuh · 3 years

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We have big wooden initials in our home department and someone came in and rearranged them to say

J E R M A

and I.....

I just wana talk...

#jerma985 #jerma meme #jerma #i dont even know who this man is really #some kinda unhinged streamer???

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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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Angel of the Three Realms

PART THREE!!

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

Warnings: Unrequited Love, Angst, WIP

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Authors Note: Okay so it’s been two months and I’m sorry but I finally had time to write after having the Holiday’s and dental surgery that ended up worse that it should have been and yadda... So please enjoy!~

Part One Part Two

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The light was blinding. Everything felt soft and cushioned and warm. You stood in the center of a circular room with no windows and yet the cream walls gleamed pure white so harshly it hurt your eyes. This should be comfortable—light was comforting right, like sunlight?—but you felt too seen. Too pure when you knew you were anything but after all you had done.

Suddenly, above you the ceiling opened up. Black smoke streamed inside with purpose and movement. A dark Angel flew down quickly and landed on two lean legs with no sound of impact.

“Lucifer!” Your own voice seemed echoed in your ears.

His face was expressionless as he spoke. “You lied to me. You left me.”

You shook your head and pleaded, “No, please I—”

He was in front of you, clutching your throat in his hands. His eyes glowed blood red. “I hate you. I will always hate you for what you did to me. You don’t deserve my love.” He let you go and without a second look, Lucifer was gone.

He was gone.

The room was getting smaller, until it was brushing your shoulders. You fell to your knees and sobbed and clutched your chest as it ached. Like vines wrapping around your heart, squeezing the life from your soul internally. “Please…”

The inky black overcame your vision, and you felt yourself sinking into the dark. Suffocating and drowning in pain, rejection. You were alone. Forever to be left in the darkness with no one to save you from your own terrible choices.

This was the life you had selected and you had to deal with the consequences of it all.

When you next opened your eyes, expecting dark, it was to a bedroom that was familiar and a pillow you knew all too well.

“That must have been quite a nightmare.”

Heart pounding, you looked over to see Barbatos pouring water from a pitcher that sat on the bedside table.

You felt sweaty and sore and emotionally drained. All from a nightmare. But relief poured in and your heartbeat calmed.

Your throat was actually very dry, so you took the water gratefully. After downing the whole thing, you nodded. “Yeah, that wasn’t… that wasn’t a pleasant dream…”

Barbatos took your empty glass from your hand. “Our dreams are extensions of our conscious minds. Often times what you are dreaming of has correlations to your life and emotions. A dream may even be telling you a path to take or perhaps a path not to take.” He smiled small, then. “Or perhaps not, and it was simply a bad dream.”

You just blinked at him. There wasn’t really anything you thought of to say to that. He might have been right, but what did your dream actually mean?

“You look pale. Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “No thank you. Um, where’s Lucifer?”

He smiled. “He’ll be back shortly. I was tasked with watching you until then.”

“Oh. All right.”

You shifted on the bed, wincing. Your body had been stuck here for a while and you could feel the muscles of your legs and back starting to cramp, being stuck laying on your belly for this long sucked. But you had a pillow set under your chest to cushion your upper body and the bed was one of the most comfortable ones you ever had been in. At least your wings were okay for now. But there was an urging inside that spoke volumes, and it said that you needed to spread them and fly.

“We’ll start to replenish your magic with some medicine as soon as Simeon gathers the correct ingredients from the Celestial Realm.”

Your neck hurt from how quickly you turned it, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows, despite the strain, to gape at Barbatos. “What? He—he’s going to do what?”

Barbatos didn’t even look affected. “He had to get specific items only found there. He should be back soon and then we can get you back to full strength again.”

You wanted to cry. This was bad, so bad. They were going to find out you still had your Angel magic and strip it from you, and you would be left with nothing. A fitting end, truly, for all the pain you caused them when you left.

“It’s too late to call them back, isn’t it?” you asked quietly.

“Why would you want them to do that, young miss?”

You laughed bitterly at the way he addressed you. “Please don’t, Barbatos. I—I don’t want…” Your throat closed up. Why did you have to start crying again? You were not weak. Right?

“Calm yourself, please. You have nothing to worry about.”

Barbatos’ words did nothing to calm you. It was like he didn’t realize what was going to happen.

Simeon would have to ask permission to take anything from the Celestial Realm to bring it here. That meant speaking with Michael. And Michael was not always kind to you. It was true he was one of the oldest Angel’s and close with your father, but that did not mean he had to be nice to you. He hated how you acted. He tried to make Lucifer change you into being a perfect Angel. Lucifer never listened but still, it hurt.

So knowing what Michael thought of you, and that he probably thought you dead… he would not be happy to hear you fell to the Human Realm and still lived as an Angel. He would destroy you. End you.

Because if an Angel falls from Heaven voluntarily to the Human world, not on assignment or to be a Guardian Angel to a human in need, then that Angel was not welcome back and became mortal, doomed to die and never rebirth as an Angel. They were only meant to become either a wandering soul, or meant for Hell. If an Angel falls from Heaven to the Devildom, be it voluntarily or not, they became a Fallen, still immortal but not pure or ever allowed to return as an Angel, and the Devildom could do with you as they wished.

You shoved your face into your pillows and sobbed loudly. You didn’t want to die. You just wanted to live and enjoy living. Delight in all that the worlds had to give. To be with Lucifer and the brothers and the other exchange students and learn and be happy together, cause mischief and make memories together. As a family.

But instead…. You would be killed. If not killed, made human permanently. Either choice was horrible.

The crushing pain of knowing your end was coming made your entire body shake with uncontrollable sobs. Barbatos was saying something but you were not hearing him, stuck in your head, trapped in the misery of certain death. Is this was Humans felt all the time? If so, it was awful.

The bedroom door opened. You barely heard it. “What’s going on here? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

It was Lucifer. You turned your red face to see him standing with Barbatos, accosting him. You wanted to reach out to him, but your position made it hard. “Lucifer—I—”

At your bedside, he took your face in his hand. “I am here. What do you need?”

You cried, “Please hold me, I just wana feel you around me.” Like before when you were sad, his wings always gave you comfort, surrounding your body with warmth.

Lucifer helped rearrange your body so you were curled up into his arms, pressed to his chest on your side as your shoulders shook, wings together behind the both of you. Barbatos had left but you hardly noticed it, too focused on holding Lucifer, breathing him in, letting his hands and fingers and soothing voice calm you.

Several minutes passed. Lucifer was there the entire time, his arms around you as best he could, his chin to the top of your head. He pet your head and rocked you a little bit as you felt yourself stop crying, like you ran out of tears. Your body still trembled and your cheeks hurt but there weren’t any more waterworks.

“Can you please tell me what happened? Was it something that Barbatos did?”

You swallowed thickly. “No, nothing he did. He said… he said Simeon was getting some things for me…”

“Yes, he is. Simeon informed me that your magic is very low from keeping it in use for so long.”

“If Michael—he can’t—”

“Michael won’t find out, sweetheart. I promise you that. Simeon said he’d be discreet.”

“Wh-what?” Did that mean Simeon was lying to Michael… for you?

He tipped your chin up and gazed sympathetically at you as you blinked away random tears stuck in your eyes that fell. “We know Michael. He never treated you well. I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear on my life.”

You wanted to kiss him. You almost did. Instead, though, you hugged him tighter than ever, and he made a surprised sound and then melded into your snug embrace. “Thank you.”

“For you, I would do anything.”

#reader x lucifer #lucifer x you #lucifer x mc #shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me #obey me fanfic #shall we date obey me fanfic #swd #swd om #om #obey me fanfiction #wingfic #my fics #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon

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frawgs · 4 years

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hey raven i wana rearrange my bedroom but its 9pm and i live in an apartment and my bf is sleeping for work soon.... Shud i do it still. ....

YES .... trying to do it quietly is all about a sense of skill do you have what it takes

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rhythm-catsandwine · 5 years

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Heat with out his alpha (almost)

Sam and Cass were going on a hunt, and Dean was staying at the bunker. His heat was coming soon, so he had to stay behind. The hunt was far away a few states over.

“Uggg, I fucking hate this, can’t go on a hunt just because of a stupid mating cycle!” whines Dean as he hugs Sam and then Cass.

Sam runs his finger through his omegas hair “Dean, it look like it’s just an easy salt and burn, we’ll should be back in a couple of days, before your heats in full swing. How many more days do you think you have?”

“Usually at this point I have a few days”, but this one feels different.

“Dean I promise I will do my best to get your alpha back to you unharmed and as soon as possible.” Says Cass

“Yeah, well just keep my bitch safe” Dean Teases

Sam swats Dean’s ass “jerk”

Sam and Cass leave in the impala. Dean immediately got to work locking every door. They had rigged all of the locks so that only the three of them could get in. He was safe form any alphas and their packs. He had never had pups so he was still venerable to being ‘stolen’ by another greedy alpha.

The first day was great, Dean watched movies and to. Eating junk food, and laying on the couch. He went to bed late after checking in with Sam and Cass.

He slept until he wakes up feeling hot.

Deans POV

“shit, heats coming early. Crap, crap, crap. Mabey if I walk around it will help. I take of my shirt and stared to walk the walls of the bunker. Soon I’m half running, but it helps to get the energy out and I cool dawn enough to fall back asleep. I can sleep in tomorrow”

Dean sleeps in and feels normal until noon. Then he feels the slick stat to leak out. Dean heads to the laundry room to grab one of Sam’s shirts. He grabs the one that bring out both of their eyes. He puts it on slowly, letting it rub against his face.

He heads to their room and grabs Sam’s pillow and smashes his face in the fluff. He inhales the scent of his Sam. His alpha. “Fuck you smell so good Sam, always have, smell even better now after being turned in to a wolfdog. Won’t tell him that I used to do this kind of thing, even before we got together”

Dean drops the pillow heads to the bathroom, and scoops up the towels that he and Sam had used the last couple of days. Then to the living room to grab the blankets off the couch. He makes his round collecting anything soft. If it smelt like Sam it was like a bonus. Finally to the bedroom again.

Dean drops the load on the bed, then climbs on and started arranging everything. He keeps rearranging things for about an hour. “Wait what am I doing? What did that book say? Neffing? Netting? No. Nesting, nesting.im nesting. Must be because I want pups. But dose Sam want them? What if he doesn’t? What if he dose? What if I get pregnant and he doesn’t want them? What if he wants them and I can’t give him any? What if I get pregnant and he does want then and were bad parents, or I lose them? Why am I crawling around in this nest, like a dog dose before it beds down for the night? I’ve crawled around three times now laying down sounds nice.”

The third day the heat is increasing in intercity. Increasing too quickly, too quickly. Soon the waves are getting more than uncomfortable for Dean. He franticly searches for Sam’s pillow, but can’t find it right away. He throws everything that’s not a pillow off the bed, and finally finds it. His stats pressing it against his crotch. He tunes over on his stomach so he can get more pressure. He lies down on top of it so he can drive his hips in to the pillow, hard enough to feel his hands on the other side. He humps the pillow, and cums. Finally some of the heat energy is relived. It’s only temporary, and the omega knows it.

Dean jumps at the sound of his phone ringing. Sam’s ring tone! He follows the sound of ‘Whole Lotta Love, by Led Zeppelin’ around the messy room. Finding the phone under a blanket. He answers a little to exited. “Sam!?”

“Oh hey Cass! Can I talk to Sam? ”

“What do you mean you’re not done with the case? Thought it was an easy salt and burn”

“Yeah I still want to talk to Sam. put him on”

“Hey baby! How’s my other baby doing, your taking care of her right?”

“You’d better keep taking care of her. So how much longer you think this will take?”

“Olay, just want you home soon”

“No I haven’t gone in to heat”

“Did you just use the alpha voice thing on me?”

“Okay, yes, I lied. I am in heat.”

“I lied because I can sense your rut’s coming just in your voice….And my heat started early…”

“It’s starting to get uncomfortable”

“No. just keeps your head in the game and just stays safe. I can’t have you get hurt, getting all alphaish.”

“Love you to bitch”

The fourth day is painful. The waves are coming hard and more often. Dean doses everything he can think of to ease the pain. He looks up old housewives remedies to help. Most don’t some do. The ones that do work don’t work enough and only take the edge off for an hour or so.

Late in the evening when Dean hears his phone ring again.

“Sam?”

“You’re done with the case! Coming back to the bunker”

“When will you get here?”

“Pleas just hurry. Sammy it hurts”

“If you’ve keep my baby tuned up, she can take a hard long drive straight home”

“You did! You’re awesome Sam! Just let Cass drive if you get tired.”

“Okay bye bitch”

Dean curls up on the bed he knows that soon not much will help him. He needs his alpha. He strokes his cock and gets himself to cum. It barley takes the edge off. Tomorrow will be a painful day.

Dean doesn’t sleep because of the pain that night. He feels the waves of heat hit like a fraught train. The slick is coming out almost constantly. All he can do is lay on the bed.. Wave after wave of pain hits him in the stomach.

Then the delusions start. He keeps imagining Sam and Cass coming home, when they are still hours away. He imagens having pups, and them dyeing, being killed, or his alpha doesn’t want them. He imagines his alpha, his brother, his Sam laying dead on the floor. He sees Cass dead too. Dean sees them dead and he can’t do anything but will himself to die. He sees their son Jack falling back dead in the cemetery.

Its late afternoon when Sam and Cass get back. Dean hears them pull in. But is it them, or just another delusion of an omega in heat without his alpha? He feels a tug on the back of his mind. Sam is trying to communicate telepathically.

Sam’s POV

“I can smell Dean’s heat from the garage. The smell is intoxicating. But he’s not in here he would have heard us get back”

“Dean?” “no answer”

“I hear Cass call for Dean too, sill no answer. Shit I fucking need him now. my rut has hit its full swing. Deans sent is everywhere and I can’t think straight. He must of ran around the bunker a lot or his heat is stronger than he says”

Sam takes a deep breath as he starts to concentrate.

“Dean?”

“Sam”

“Dean where are you? Your sent is overwhelming and I can’t get a lock on where ya are.”

“Bedroom, get in here now! another fucking wave of heat is coming it hurts like hell”

“I’m coming”

“Well come the fuck faster and fuck me already bitch”

The connection is broken off by Dean.

Sam runs through the bunker then down the hall to their room. He rounds the corner. Dean is curled up, in pain, clutching his stomach. The omega senses his alpha, and his rut. He sets up as his alpha literally tackles him down on to the bed. Sam is already throwing his clothes off. He feels his omegas slick, soaking them both. Dean has striped and is rutting up on Sam. Sam reaches to grab the condoms from the nightstand. Dean slaps it out of his hand.

“Sam I want pups. I want a family”

“Dean this is just the heat talking”

“No! It’s not! I just haven’t told you. I didn’t know if you want them too. Now I can see its obvious you don’t want any “

Sam’s eyes grow wide and his eyes seem to turn in golden. He holds himself high, asserting his authority and dominance. “Dean, that couldn’t be further from the truth!’ He growls. Sam’s voice changes. “give- me-pups-omega” he orders. Chills run down Dean’s spine. “Yes my alpha” he growls back.

Dean pulls the but plug out and throws it over the side of the bed. He needed to be ready the second his alpha returned home. Sam thrusts in. They move in unison as Sam’s knot starts to grow. The knot grows slowly. Finally the knot passes through Dean’s rim and they are tied together. “FUCK SAM” Dean Cums hard with the sweet release of the heat energy. “DEAN” Sam soon follows at the sight and feeling of his omega withering beneath him. They ride their orgasms, before crumpling together on the bed. Sam moves them so they can lie on their sides.

“So, when did you start wanting pups, a family?”

“When I was with Ben and Lisa I cared for them, but didn’t really love them. I was in love with the idea of having a family. I wanted pups as soon as we were turned and I knew we could. You?”

“You know I always wanted the ‘apple pie life’. “It was soon after we got together. I started to want kids. I didn’t think it would be possible until we were turned.”

“So hopefully I’ll be pregnant after this, Okay you got to admit that still sounds kinda weird” Dean laughs

“Now you know omegas are more venerable and weak during pregnancy. And the first one is the most venerable.”

“Yes, Sam I read too”

“You can’t hunt if you are prego”

“Prego my eggo”

Sam laughs

“Dean I’m serous. You could lose the pups pretty easy the first time around. We’re going to have to limit your time outside of the bunker too. The areas thick with greedy alphas, and their packs. “

“I can at least wait until I’m showing right?”

“I don’t know. Cass and I noticed a lot more wolves out on the hunt.”

‘I can go out if you’re with me right? Other alphas and omegas don’t attack if the alpha mate is protecting them, right”

“I don’t know Dean, but well look in to it.”

Dean tries to move his leg that was pinned under his huge brother. “Hey my legs going to sleep. Mind if we roll over?”

Sam moves them so Deans on top of him. “Hey, wana go again? I want you to fill me up”

“With pups or cum”

Dean runs his teeth over his lips. “Both and you can’t have one without the other”

“Ride me jerk”

“My pleasure bitch’ Dean grabs ahold of Sam’s Hips as he starts moving up and down. They move as one for a time. Eventually Sam growls a warning. He arches up father in to Dean as he cums. Dean groans and throws his head back as he releases covering Sam with another layer of white.

Dean locks eyes with Sam as he rubs his hands in his own cum. Sam hums as Dean kneads the muscles of his abdomen. Dean picks one of this hands up and runs it through Sam’s hair.

“Dude what the hell. What was that for?” complains Sam

Dean just gets more cum and messes Sam’s hair even more. “I’m still your brother, Sammy”

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This got a comment wanting more so it turned in to a long fanficton clled Prego Omego, Will put the next chapter up soon!

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number1sexyman1969 · 2 years

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💞 Biggest fantasy you still haven't experienced but would like to?

I KINDA....,.,.,, WANA ,, DO SONETHING [[public service announcement]] BUT NOT SUPER PUPLIC? MAYBE MOAR LIKE A [[sex tape]] AND [[upload]] ON LINE? NOT SURE IF I LIKE THE MOAR PERSONAL OR IMPER5ONAL OPITION MORR, I JUST WANT PEOPE TO SEE MY CUTE PARTNER GETTING THEIR [[guts]] REARRANGED AND KNOW EXACTLY WHOSE DOING IT TO THRM. 8^)

#[[you've got mail : asks]]

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chidorime · 3 years

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Hey there fellow internet users! If anyone ever stumbles across this blog this post is supposed to serve as a short introduction / explanation about what I'm planning to do here. So first of all: Hey. Hi. How are you! I'm Joel, a 23 year old nerd from germany. Oh I'm also transgender but that's not what the blog will be about! I grew up in a rather unhealthy environment (both physically and mentally) and developed many unhealthy coping mechanisms thanks to that, such as eating disorders, self isolation, denying myself the things I love and not pursuing things I aspire because of too little selfworth. I KNOW THAT'S A LOT. but aaaaanyway. This blog is supposed to serve as an outlet and documentation for my "getting-better-part-of-life". Mostly it's going to focus around me building healthy habits with food and working out, so if you struggle with any of that maybe this blog isn't for you. (If you wana stick around anyway, you're very welcome here and I'd love to talk to you if you need to get some stuff off your chest!). I'm already really into working out, so creating consistent workout routines isn't my biggest problem. I really need to focus on the diet thing though. Here's a quick rundown as to where I'm at: At the beginning of 2020 I put myself into a huge cut. I consumed about 1000 calories a day (WHICH IS NOT RECOMMENDED, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS) and starved myself for 5 months straight to lose a shit ton of weight. End of story: I lost 20kg, but my body composition was absolutely shitty and I still carried a lot of fat despite being rather skinny. Around June 2020 I developed a binge eating disorder thanks to me denying myself basically everything that wasnt chicken, rice or broccoli, which lead to me regaining 15kg over the course of 6 months. as much to jojo diets huh?

Now? I'm 7kg down again but I'm still struggeling with binge eating. I mostly binge when I'm emotionally stressed by any sort of family issues. Sadly I currently still live at home which makes this even harder. I will be moving out in december though and I really hope that will be the time I can finally heal from all the damage that has been done. But until then I still want to start working for my goals and try to get as far as possible even with the bad circumstances I'm still facing. That's pretty much what this blog is going to be about. Me healing, me getting my thoughts off my chest instead of stuffing my mouth and developing healthy and consistent habits for myself. If anyone wants to follow along or share their experiences with me, please feel free to do so! I'm open to anything and anyone and would love to hear your story! ______________________________________________________________ Aaaand for anyone that's interested I will put some more information about myself down here, so ya'll can get a little more insight into my daily life. As already mentioned my name is Joel and I am a 23 year old guy. I live in germany and I'm currently in my 6th semester at university, my major being forensic science. On the side I work in a start-up company where we produce organic eggnogg with about 35-40 work hours a week. I go to the gym 6 times a week (at 6 am before work if anyone is interested in that) and train with a push-pull-leg split that I made myself. Other than that I also love playing videogames, watching anime, reading manga, browsing TikTok, cuddling my cat, rearranging my room, playing the guitar, designing tattoos, getting tattoos and hanging out with friends. You can basically fascinate me with anything thats nerdy and/or physical. Oh yeah and I'm transgender as I already mentioned. I've been on hormone replacement therapy for 3 years and some months (honestly I lost track), I had top surgery 2 years ago and my histerectomy last year. Currently I don't plan on any more surgeries, the only reason being that working out is my coping mechanism for everything right now and I can't bear being incapacitated for more than a week at this moment. But maybe one day I'll heal and am finally able to go further steps in my transition. My biggest issue with my body is caused by disphoria and focuses around my butt and thighs, because they appear rather feminine when I'm chubby, which makes me feel less valid (which is absolute bs, but I can't help being hard on myself with that). CUT. that's it. that's the introduction. thanks for reading if you did. I hope you'll stick around to see further updates, progress pictures and random thoughts popping up here. Until then have a great day or evening!

Byeeee <3

#weightloss #health #growing #transformation

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littleblxckvoid · 3 years

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idk what to write, idk how i feel.

i’m 24 years old & i’m tweaking rn.

the breezy has me in my zone & i haven’t stopped being productive. actually hacks me that i genuinely believed i could take on so many projects & still do my best at them all.

this year has been my most successful year yet, i’ve pushed myself beyond my limits & i’m loving the process. but it ain’t enough to fill this void - this repetitive loop of self destruction. be it the drugs or nah, my mind has always been my worst enemy more than a best friend.

it’s been 3 years since the house has been rebuilt & i’ve decided to rearrange my room for the first time since. my room = a reflection of myself, i hate comfort, but this mess has me on my feet, so i’m never really at home. but recently, idk - i feel some drastic change inside me. i want to see things differently & i think i’m really enjoying my life. - at the same time, i haven’t showered in 3 days either. my last meal was on thursday & i’ve only managed to shove a single burger down my throat around 6pm today, it’s sunday.. anyways, i feel numb to everything - my art is never good enough for myself & all i see is this creative block in front me..

i’m afraid to grow into this artist i’ve always foreseen myself to be in the future, some day when i believed i was “ready” to - pretty much do nothing. i hate that i have to feel some type of way or need money just to feel motivated to create more. why do i feel like this? my daily lotto question, ugh.

not to mention, it was only a couple days ago i had a conversation w my parents bout my mental health & drug usage. if ignorance is bliss why am i still unhappy? lmao. idk why i feel the need to document my life tbh, guess i’m just thinking too much. told my mom the drugs i do, the chops at a posties & those metaphorical chats that only breezy benders experience incl. psychosis etc. was wild, momma even knows i’m befok in my room rn & she just been nice to me the whole day. wtf?

this morning she said i don’t look like i’ve slept, she keeps offering me food & knows why i’m denying it - i’m fucked on drugs in my house for the first time in a while alone in my room & everyone knows & is super chilled w it? semi. lmao. not my bro though, eish i don’t wana go there.

anyways my stomach is eating itself rn, lemme find sum else to do..

(sunday, 25 july 2021)

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justwanthappy · 3 years

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May 2nd 21

Life sucks so much right now. I’m back to being depressed and miserable, I hate my job, my house, my environment, my WEIGHT, my looks, my personality.. everything. My dog died last Tuesday and I am literally fucking devastated.. like, more than one usually is over a dog. He was like my son.. he represented an amazing time in my life. I adopted him during the best year of my life. I’m just, gutted. I will never get over it- that’s not an exaggeration. Nothing will ever be the same 😔 I’ve been crying every day.

And unfortunately I’m a dickhead who binges when I’m sad, so I’ve been eating EXCESSIVE amounts of food ever since he died, and even before. I’ve also been drinking a LOT. I have gained so much weight. I look awful. This is THE worst I have ever looked in my life. Ever.

I’m done. I don’t want to be happy right now because tbh, I’m not ready to be happy without my baby 🐶😔 but for fucks sake, I’m gonna be thin. I’m going to get skinny. I don’t care how I do it- but I am doing it, and sticking to it. I saw SO many girls out today with gorgeous bodies, some young, some older, some with babies and young children. They surely cannot ALL have eating disorders. So it is fucking possible to maintain a skinny weight normally and I’m fucking doing it.

It’s finally starting to get cold here so I’m gonna go on lovely long walks all the time. Tomorrow I don’t start work until 4pm so I’ve the whole day to myself. Going to go for a huge walk, work out, and start on cleaning my shit hole of a house. I’m gonna REALLY clean, clear, and rearrange it. I’m sick of my environment making me miserable and giving me anxiety. I’m also eating super low cal and starting to get my fat gut used to eating LITTLE again. Also going to start drinking loads of herbal/green tea. And cut down on coffee. Work is going to suck a big bag of dicks... but tbh I don’t know if I’ll stay. I don’t even care about a career. I just want a low stress job which is Monday to Friday and in the DAY TIME. sick of working at night. I don’t care about anything but being happy. God I want to know what it feels like to be overall happy. Not just small bursts of happiness which don’t last long. The last time I was consistently happy was 2014.

I don’t have much time to lose weight anymore (the wedding) so I’m gonna have to go to drastic measures. Don’t care. I don’t care about much anything anymore. I don’t wana do anything. I just want to stay home, get high, and go for long walks. Literally my life last year... 2020 was actually a good year for me, apart from maybe 3 months. 2021 has been FUCKING HORRIFIC. Worst year ever so far. I’m also on Zoloft now but it hasn’t done shit. Seeing my doctor next Sunday and he’ll probably up the dose but I’ve heard it makes you gain weight? So idfk.

I’m unhappy. But I know what I can do to chase and achieve happiness, and I’m doing it. I need to have some control. I literally just want this year to end now though. I’m already over it. Bring on 2022 please.

I also just want my dog back 😔 nothing will ever be the same without him. Just another reason for me to want to live in/cling on to the past. I’m doing this for him. I know he’d want me to be happy. He didn’t like when I was sad. I need to stay in this mindset all week and not let work throw me off. Just keep remembering that I’ll be out of there soon. Whenever I want. I’ll do it. I’ll make it. I’ll figure it out. I will. I truly believe it just hasn’t been my time YET. But I’ll get there. I’ll get my turn. 2013 and 2014 were just a sneak preview into how happy my life can be.

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audio-luddite · 4 years

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New Equipment Rack.

I bought a new equipment rack to hold the system. I had spread it over an old cabinet and an Ikea Desk. I finally decided to do something about that.

First mistake I bought in online from Wayfair. It was of course made in China. Glass shelves which are OK but really thin aluminum tube legs with a bolt running down the middle. They were just a bit thicker than beer cans. But as they were to be stacked the ends should have been cut square. I mean it is easy to set up a saw to do that. Too much bother in China. A lot of fiddling.

Anyway I assembled it (Twice) and in the end it looks fine. I have to rearrange where I put it as I just stuck it where the desk had been. I should move it against the next wall as it is farther from the speakers and the floor will shake less there.

I was getting hot and annoyed and there were a few wires to hook up. Got it all running though. So as I had to check that my machines had survived the move and re-arranging I poured myself a drink and sat to listen to some stuff.

I did side one of Fleetwood Mac (1975). Once I got over the crush every young man had with Stevie Nicks I came to think Christine McVie was the best singer of the bunch. I still really like “warm Ways”, and “Over my Head.” It took the whole side for me to settle down. Then I did side one of EmmyLou Harris Quarter moon. I had to balance out that I played side 2 a couple days before. I gotta say “leaving Louisiana in the Broad Daylight” is fun. Some big names on that one.

I was just chilling down then. Bedtime was approaching OK one more side of what should it be....

I have a 200 gram vinyl of Cowboy Junkies Trinity Session. Two disks FN brilliant work. I played side 1 disk 1. First track Margo Timmins “mining for gold” with the simple Ambiance of that Church in Toronto. Starting to get into it. “misguided angel” yes she has me in her spell. “Blue Moon” famous mix of old and new. This album is a must have. I got it. Both ways.

Going back YEARs to 1989 actually. I bought the CD as it was recommended to me. As I was starting to collect CDs I was still searching for good ones. I bought it because it was a good recording and I ended up loving the music. I loved also that it was recorded with a single weird 3D kinda microphone. Hey I AM a nerd or Geek or whatever you wana call a fascination with technology.

The LP was mastered from the original digital recording. The recording was digital, but high end for its time. As it was just bits it did not deteriorate as common magnetic tape can. So it was transferred to LP by the masters at venerable and famous Sterling labs. It has all those boxes ticked.

It is a rare animal. Great Audiophile recording and great artistry.

I have to fiddle some more. I may have to tweak the tonearm a bit. The phaser is remarkable. It is really quiet. The fan from my amp makes more noise than anything from the disk. I am hooked on Straight line, or Tangential tracking or whatever you want to call it. Anti-skate no longer is a problem. Better focus just better information retrieval.

Some more toys are on the way. Another Cartridge. A few headshells so swaping is easier. A tracking force gauge to be sure all that is correct. I have also added a cheap usb microscope. If it works I will be able to see these tiny diamonds. If it is less good my grand kids will have fun looking at bugs.

#phase linear 8000A #cowboy junkies #emmylou harris #Straight line tracking

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