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Carry On My Wayward Writers
Once was a SPN fanfic writer. 18+ NSFW/Angst were my go to. Now, I'm a chronically ill, shit poster. Enjoy :)
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I’ve been off in my own little world, again. But, look where I found myself in the meantime. I snagged a hug while I was at it- but I’m sparing y’all my face. Chicago took a lot of work to get to, but it was so worth it 😭❤️
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Make sure you take breaks when you need to, okay?
Thank you ❤️ I will! My laptop is actually closed down for the night, now that my meds are finally kicking in. So, I’m not being too wild. I think I got the worst of that out of my system over the last couple of years 😅😬 I appreciate you so much for looking out for me ❤️❤️❤️
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Do u want smut prompts?
Give me anything that you think will inspire me 🙌🏻 Smut, angst, crack? I’m not picky. If it strikes a chord? I’ll use it ❤️
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Is the WIP you posted a new series???
I haven’t fully decided what it’ll turn into! It’s just one of those things that I couldn’t stop thinking about until I put it to paper- so to speak. I’m hoping by tomorrow, I’ll have a better idea of where I’m taking it!!!
#sometimes writers have plans#being half brain dead?#I just wing it like I wing life#I don’t think it’ll be a full series though#maybe a couple of pieces at most
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Girl, idk how ur alive but thank u for trying to write for us
I honestly don’t know, either, sometimes 😅😂❤️ And it’s my pleasure! Thank you so much for reading and appreciating it 🥺😭
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how r u feeling?
Hi, nonnie! I’m okay! I have an ovarian cyst trying to burst, my nipple rings are rejecting, and I found out I have to get a port put in. BUT, believe it or not? Even with all that? I’m feeling really good 😅😬 Thank you for asking, love ❤️
#it’s just life at this point#it’s easier to just go with it than constantly fight it#so here I am#heat pack on my back#salt in my lemonade#witch hazel on my piercings#feet up#living the American dream#there’s no point in sugar coating it
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Working on a little project. In the meantime, anyone want to send me little prompts? I’m trying to keep the creative juices flowing 😅 My ask box is open, and ready to be assaulted 😩🙌🏻
#supernatural#spn fanfiction#supernatural fanfiction#spn reader insert#spn#supernatural reader insert#dean winchester#sam winchester#wip#work in progress
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Jensen Ackles in Big Sky 3x11
#currently disassociating#and using Jensen ackles to help further it along#he’s so pretty#Jensen ackles#beau arlen
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Don’t Call Me Sammy - Sam x Reader (One Shot)
A/N: It’s been ages. I’m not going to use my taglist, because idk if they all still wanna be on it. But, I was feeling smutty. And daydreaming about this little one shot all day. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt to put it on the computer. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3
PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.
*Gif not mine*
Warnings: Oral sex- female receiving. No plot, really. Short sweet, and straight to the point. No real editing. Read at your own discretion.
Word Count: Roughly 1,000
“Sammy!” Dean waved his meaty palm directly in front of glossy, shadow rimmed hazel eyes. Catching the taller, youngest man’s attention finally. “Come on, man. What’s gotten into ya, Sammy?”
“I really need you to drop the nickname, Dean.” Was the answering groan. Large, calloused fingers rubbed over a too straight nose. One that somehow had been spared in the chaos of hunting. Attempting to clear his head from the memories assaulting him.
“Yeah, okay.” The elder of the two huffed. Bringing his mug of jet black sludge to his pouty lips. Caffeine to counter the night of driving they’d undergone. “This ‘bout that girl back east?”
“What girl?” Those hazel eyes whipped back to the menu. A smug smile tugging the corner of his dimple.
It was definitely about the girl. But Sam would drop dead before giving his brother the dirty details. Just under twenty four hours ago she’d walked in and wrecked everything he’d thought he’d known. About her. About himself. About sex. God, the sex. His fist shook against his thigh as his mind traveled back to it all.
Dean had ditched him and y/n at the bar. On the prowl for his own piece of ass. One shot of tequila was all it took for Sam to get brave. He’d grabbed her hand, tugging the quietest girl he’d ever met out into the snow chilled air.
They hadn’t made it far. Sam’s room was right around the block. Already, her laughter flowed easier. Her walls caving in the quiet of the night. And as suddenly as it’d started? Reality swept in. “What are we doing, Sam?”
The slight uncertainty hidden in the undertones of a tease pierced his gut, “That depends…What do you want to do?”
He watched the wheels turning in her head. It should’ve been an easy answer, he thought. In his mind? It was simple. He wanted the night with her. Wherever it took them. As long as he got to hear that light peal of laughter, again.
She was laid across his bed. H/C tresses haloed around her head. A sight so sweet, he could’ve died again, right there and been okay. He watched her chew her bottom lip until it swelled. E/c eyes taking him in.
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” She finally sighed. Turning to the ceiling. He hated the sudden distance between them. He’d known her mere days, and yet? It felt like he knew her. She’d never choose something for herself. Too used to pouring herself into those around her.
“Yes, it does.” He couldn’t stop himself if he’d tried. The tips of his fingers trailed down her shoulder to her hand. Raising goosebumps along her flesh. Watching the way her breathing shifted. He could practically hear her heart racing. Or maybe that was his. The innocent touch igniting something feral inside of him.
His brain couldn’t quite decide on who’d made the first move. All he knew was the sweetest kiss he’d ever experienced turned filthy in an instant. One moment he’d held her close, comforting without words. The next? He was staring down the prettiest pussy he’d seen in his life. Drooling over the dampness that coated each fold.
Glancing up, he watched her hand tighten on the comforter. Every breath she took made him ache harder for her. Kiss stained breasts straining against the cool air. He blew the teeniest bit against the heat that radiated off the slick flesh in front of him. And then he dove deep. “Sam!” Y/n’s hips writhed at his first taste. The perfect blend of sweet and salty. “Oh, fuck,” Another buck against him was his reward as he flattened his tongue against her. He pulled back for just a moment, pressing his forearm down over her belly. His other hand searching for entry. “Sammy, please!” The desperate plea was broken and cracked. He’d have handed her his soul right there, if he could’ve. Just to hear it again. Instead, he licked back up to her clit. Sucking deep as a reward just as he pressed into the wet heat of her. Hunting for that little ridge that made her thighs shake. “There!” His quiet girl was no longer in sight. Instead, she told him just what he’d done right. Moaning out while her pussy pulled him deeper. Clenching as they both begged him for more. Her fingers wrapped through his hair. Tugging as his bruised her thighs and inner walls. “Sammy, don’t stop. I’m…I’m so close. Please, Sammy.”
She chanted his name. Praising the way he’d taken her over. Demanding everything from him and more with every twist of her body. He applied more pressure just how he’d learned she liked it. Both inside and out, until his name peaked from her lips in a final scream of bliss.
“Sammy…” “Sammy.” “Sammy!” Dean’s bellow broke him out of the memory. “Dude, gross. You’re drooling.”
“Shut up,” Sam huffed. Shifting in his seat. Attempting to reduce some of the friction he was feeling below the belt. His dick begging to remember what had followed after. “And-”
“Stop callin’ ya Sammy,” Petulant as always, his older brother looked him dead in the eyes. Mischief gleaming in the green. “Is that what gave you a woody?”
“Dude,” Sam’s head whipped so fast, his chestnut hair whipped him in the eye. Making his brother cackle like a full blooded hyena. Trying to see who heard as his arm covered as much of the evidence as he could. “Shut up.”
“I knew it.” The wheezing drew more eyes their way, as the bitch face took over the younger of the two. Scowling deep did nothing to curb the mission Dean was on. “She pavloved your ass.” Another dry cackle echoed as he slapped the table.
Sam sighed. Knowing that he was doomed. Dean was right. She’d ruined him. And the second he was given another chance? He’d dive right in headfirst. Desperate to hear that throaty “Sammy” leave her lips as he pumped into her. Over and over, again.
#supernatural#spn#supernatural imagine#spn imagine#supernatural reader insert#spn reader insert#supernatural smut#spn smut#sam winchester reader insert#sam reader insert#Sam#Sam winchester#sam x y/n#sam winchester x y/n#sam x you#Sam Winchester x you#sam x reader#sam winchester x reader#sam smut#sam winchester smut#sam imagine#Sam Winchester imagine
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so r u back??? i loved the sam piece
I mean- I’m not promising consistency or anything, as much as I’d love to. Unfortunately, I’m still very sick. And always will be. I’m actually at the hospital, rn, for my weekly treatments (pic below). Between the exhaustion and brain fog? Writing is so, so hard. I want to write more. But, I’m finally to the stage where I know I can’t push myself too much. I know that’s not the answer you probably wanted, and I’m sorry! I’m so glad you enjoyed the piece, though! I was afraid the rustiness would show 😂❤️
Much, love!
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Don’t Call Me Sammy - Sam x Reader (One Shot)
A/N: It’s been ages. I’m not going to use my taglist, because idk if they all still wanna be on it. But, I was feeling smutty. And daydreaming about this little one shot all day. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt to put it on the computer. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3
PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.
*Gif not mine*
Warnings: Oral sex- female receiving. No plot, really. Short sweet, and straight to the point. No real editing. Read at your own discretion.
Word Count: Roughly 1,000
“Sammy!” Dean waved his meaty palm directly in front of glossy, shadow rimmed hazel eyes. Catching the taller, youngest man’s attention finally. “Come on, man. What’s gotten into ya, Sammy?”
“I really need you to drop the nickname, Dean.” Was the answering groan. Large, calloused fingers rubbed over a too straight nose. One that somehow had been spared in the chaos of hunting. Attempting to clear his head from the memories assaulting him.
“Yeah, okay.” The elder of the two huffed. Bringing his mug of jet black sludge to his pouty lips. Caffeine to counter the night of driving they’d undergone. “This ‘bout that girl back east?”
“What girl?” Those hazel eyes whipped back to the menu. A smug smile tugging the corner of his dimple.
It was definitely about the girl. But Sam would drop dead before giving his brother the dirty details. Just under twenty four hours ago she’d walked in and wrecked everything he’d thought he’d known. About her. About himself. About sex. God, the sex. His fist shook against his thigh as his mind traveled back to it all.
Dean had ditched him and y/n at the bar. On the prowl for his own piece of ass. One shot of tequila was all it took for Sam to get brave. He’d grabbed her hand, tugging the quietest girl he’d ever met out into the snow chilled air.
They hadn’t made it far. Sam’s room was right around the block. Already, her laughter flowed easier. Her walls caving in the quiet of the night. And as suddenly as it’d started? Reality swept in. “What are we doing, Sam?”
The slight uncertainty hidden in the undertones of a tease pierced his gut, “That depends…What do you want to do?”
He watched the wheels turning in her head. It should’ve been an easy answer, he thought. In his mind? It was simple. He wanted the night with her. Wherever it took them. As long as he got to hear that light peal of laughter, again.
She was laid across his bed. H/C tresses haloed around her head. A sight so sweet, he could’ve died again, right there and been okay. He watched her chew her bottom lip until it swelled. E/c eyes taking him in.
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” She finally sighed. Turning to the ceiling. He hated the sudden distance between them. He’d known her mere days, and yet? It felt like he knew her. She’d never choose something for herself. Too used to pouring herself into those around her.
“Yes, it does.” He couldn’t stop himself if he’d tried. The tips of his fingers trailed down her shoulder to her hand. Raising goosebumps along her flesh. Watching the way her breathing shifted. He could practically hear her heart racing. Or maybe that was his. The innocent touch igniting something feral inside of him.
His brain couldn’t quite decide on who’d made the first move. All he knew was the sweetest kiss he’d ever experienced turned filthy in an instant. One moment he’d held her close, comforting without words. The next? He was staring down the prettiest pussy he’d seen in his life. Drooling over the dampness that coated each fold.
Glancing up, he watched her hand tighten on the comforter. Every breath she took made him ache harder for her. Kiss stained breasts straining against the cool air. He blew the teeniest bit against the heat that radiated off the slick flesh in front of him. And then he dove deep. “Sam!” Y/n’s hips writhed at his first taste. The perfect blend of sweet and salty. “Oh, fuck,” Another buck against him was his reward as he flattened his tongue against her. He pulled back for just a moment, pressing his forearm down over her belly. His other hand searching for entry. “Sammy, please!” The desperate plea was broken and cracked. He’d have handed her his soul right there, if he could’ve. Just to hear it again. Instead, he licked back up to her clit. Sucking deep as a reward just as he pressed into the wet heat of her. Hunting for that little ridge that made her thighs shake. “There!” His quiet girl was no longer in sight. Instead, she told him just what he’d done right. Moaning out while her pussy pulled him deeper. Clenching as they both begged him for more. Her fingers wrapped through his hair. Tugging as his bruised her thighs and inner walls. “Sammy, don’t stop. I’m…I’m so close. Please, Sammy.”
She chanted his name. Praising the way he’d taken her over. Demanding everything from him and more with every twist of her body. He applied more pressure just how he’d learned she liked it. Both inside and out, until his name peaked from her lips in a final scream of bliss.
“Sammy…” “Sammy.” “Sammy!” Dean’s bellow broke him out of the memory. “Dude, gross. You’re drooling.”
“Shut up,” Sam huffed. Shifting in his seat. Attempting to reduce some of the friction he was feeling below the belt. His dick begging to remember what had followed after. “And-”
“Stop callin’ ya Sammy,” Petulant as always, his older brother looked him dead in the eyes. Mischief gleaming in the green. “Is that what gave you a woody?”
“Dude,” Sam’s head whipped so fast, his chestnut hair whipped him in the eye. Making his brother cackle like a full blooded hyena. Trying to see who heard as his arm covered as much of the evidence as he could. “Shut up.”
“I knew it.” The wheezing drew more eyes their way, as the bitch face took over the younger of the two. Scowling deep did nothing to curb the mission Dean was on. “She pavloved your ass.” Another dry cackle echoed as he slapped the table.
Sam sighed. Knowing that he was doomed. Dean was right. She’d ruined him. And the second he was given another chance? He’d dive right in headfirst. Desperate to hear that throaty “Sammy” leave her lips as he pumped into her. Over and over, again.
#supernatural#spn#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanfiction#supernatural reader insert#spn reader insert#supernatural smut#spn smut#Sam#Sam Winchester#sam x y/n#sam winchester x y/n#sam x you#sam winchester x you#sam winchester x reader#sam x reader#Sam one shot#Sam Winchester one shot#sam smut#Sam Winchester smut#sam winchester reader insert#sam reader insert
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#what’s stuck in my head#a story in gifs#I’m too lazy to type out the lyrics#so I attached the song#supernatural#dean winchester#Dean Winchester smut#dean winchester imagine#Dean smut#Dean imagine#supernatural smut#spn smut#spn imagine#supernatural imagine#Spotify#dom!dean#dom!dean Winchester
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Don’t Call Me Sammy - Sam x Reader (One Shot)
A/N: It’s been ages. I’m not going to use my taglist, because idk if they all still wanna be on it. But, I was feeling smutty. And daydreaming about this little one shot all day. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt to put it on the computer. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3
PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.
*Gif not mine*
Warnings: Oral sex- female receiving. No plot, really. Short sweet, and straight to the point. No real editing. Read at your own discretion.
Word Count: Roughly 1,000
"Sammy!" Dean waved his meaty palm directly in front of glossy, shadow rimmed hazel eyes. Catching the taller, youngest man's attention finally. "Come on, man. What's gotten into ya, Sammy?"
"I really need you to drop the nickname, Dean." Was the answering groan. Large, calloused fingers rubbed over a too straight nose. One that somehow had been spared in the chaos of hunting. Attempting to clear his head from the memories assaulting him.
"Yeah, okay." The elder of the two huffed. Bringing his mug of jet black sludge to his pouty lips. Caffeine to counter the night of driving they'd undergone. "This 'bout that girl back east?"
"What girl?" Those hazel eyes whipped back to the menu. A smug smile tugging the corner of his dimple.
It was definitely about the girl. But Sam would drop dead before giving his brother the dirty details. Just under twenty four hours ago she'd walked in and wrecked everything he'd thought he'd known. About her. About himself. About sex. God, the sex. His fist shook against his thigh as his mind traveled back to it all.
Dean had ditched him and y/n at the bar. On the prowl for his own piece of ass. One shot of tequila was all it took for Sam to get brave. He'd grabbed her hand, tugging the quietest girl he'd ever met out into the snow chilled air.
They hadn't made it far. Sam's room was right around the block. Already, her laughter flowed easier. Her walls caving in the quiet of the night. And as suddenly as it'd started? Reality swept in. "What are we doing, Sam?"
The slight uncertainty hidden in the undertones of a tease pierced his gut, "That depends...What do you want to do?"
He watched the wheels turning in her head. It should've been an easy answer, he thought. In his mind? It was simple. He wanted the night with her. Wherever it took them. As long as he got to hear that light peal of laughter, again.
She was laid across his bed. H/C tresses haloed around her head. A sight so sweet, he could've died again, right there and been okay. He watched her chew her bottom lip until it swelled. E/c eyes taking him in.
"It doesn't matter what I want." She finally sighed. Turning to the ceiling. He hated the sudden distance between them. He'd known her mere days, and yet? It felt like he knew her. She'd never choose something for herself. Too used to pouring herself into those around her.
"Yes, it does." He couldn't stop himself if he'd tried. The tips of his fingers trailed down her shoulder to her hand. Raising goosebumps along her flesh. Watching the way her breathing shifted. He could practically hear her heart racing. Or maybe that was his. The innocent touch igniting something feral inside of him.
His brain couldn't quite decide on who'd made the first move. All he knew was the sweetest kiss he'd ever experienced turned filthy in an instant. One moment he'd held her close, comforting without words. The next? He was staring down the prettiest pussy he'd seen in his life. Drooling over the dampness that coated each fold.
Glancing up, he watched her hand tighten on the comforter. Every breath she took made him ache harder for her. Kiss stained breasts straining against the cool air. He blew the teeniest bit against the heat that radiated off the slick flesh in front of him. And then he dove deep. "Sam!" Y/n's hips writhed at his first taste. The perfect blend of sweet and salty. "Oh, fuck," Another buck against him was his reward as he flattened his tongue against her. He pulled back for just a moment, pressing his forearm down over her belly. His other hand searching for entry. "Sammy, please!" The desperate plea was broken and cracked. He'd have handed her his soul right there, if he could've. Just to hear it again. Instead, he licked back up to her clit. Sucking deep as a reward just as he pressed into the wet heat of her. Hunting for that little ridge that made her thighs shake. "There!" His quiet girl was no longer in sight. Instead, she told him just what he'd done right. Moaning out while her pussy pulled him deeper. Clenching as they both begged him for more. Her fingers wrapped through his hair. Tugging as his bruised her thighs and inner walls. "Sammy, don't stop. I'm...I'm so close. Please, Sammy."
She chanted his name. Praising the way he'd taken her over. Demanding everything from him and more with every twist of her body. He applied more pressure just how he'd learned she liked it. Both inside and out, until his name peaked from her lips in a final scream of bliss.
"Sammy..." "Sammy." "Sammy!" Dean's bellow broke him out of the memory. "Dude, gross. You're drooling."
"Shut up," Sam huffed. Shifting in his seat. Attempting to reduce some of the friction he was feeling below the belt. His dick begging to remember what had followed after. "And-"
"Stop callin' ya Sammy," Petulant as always, his older brother looked him dead in the eyes. Mischief gleaming in the green. "Is that what gave you a woody?"
"Dude," Sam's head whipped so fast, his chestnut hair whipped him in the eye. Making his brother cackle like a full blooded hyena. Trying to see who heard as his arm covered as much of the evidence as he could. "Shut up."
"I knew it." The wheezing drew more eyes their way, as the bitch face took over the younger of the two. Scowling deep did nothing to curb the mission Dean was on. "She pavloved your ass." Another dry cackle echoed as he slapped the table.
Sam sighed. Knowing that he was doomed. Dean was right. She'd ruined him. And the second he was given another chance? He'd dive right in headfirst. Desperate to hear that throaty "Sammy" leave her lips as he pumped into her. Over and over, again.
#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural one shot#supernatural smut#spn#spn fanfiction#spn smut#spn oneshot#sam#sam winchester#Sam Winchester reader insert#sam winchester fanfiction#sam winchester x you#sam winchester smut#sam fanfiction#sam reader insert#sam x you#sam x y/n#sam x reader#sam winchester x y/n#sam winchester x reader
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Hey! Glad to see you!!!! How are you doing sweetie? 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
Better! Not healed, but better! I just moved, so it’s been a little chaotic. But I’m SO glad to be stable enough to be on my own for the first time in almost two years 😩🙌🏻 How are you??? It’s good to see your name 🥺
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I feel like it’s definitely based off of him! But unfortunately, he isn’t the actual love interest 😩😩😩
So, I’m sitting here. Reading before bed. I worked all day. Super tired. Need to unwind. I pull out my new book. Something that’s supposed to be a little more upbeat, to help my mood out.
This gem right here. I get about 29 pages in, and spot something.
Sound familiar? No? Let me just help ya out.
Anyways, I’m pretty hype at this point. I can imagine the glorious bastard above for another romance. Win across the board. And then…just around the corner? I spot this.
Jensen. I repeat. The name Jensen was mentioned. Jensen isn’t common. “J” is it?
I’m less than a third in, and I’m fully convinced this is undercover Jensen Ackles fan fiction. Will update when finished. Until then?
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Baby, I'm a project
Loving me's a mistake
Find another prospect
Save yourself the heartbreak
Think you're gonna fix me
Think we're making progress
You'll be broken with me
Somewhere in the process
#supernatural#dean winchester#spn fanfiction#spn#supernatural fanfiction#song lyrics#a story in gifs#what’s stuck in my head#spn reader insert#supernatural reader insert#jensen ackles#dean#dean fanfiction#dean winchester fanfiction#Spotify
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