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Iâm going on long-ass hiatus. Iâm sorry.
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Fan-fiction needed!
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Send me your work and Iâll help you edit and revise if youâd like. I just need to get into editing mode. Iâll keep your work confidential and in a safe space, no leaking for me, man. Iâll proofread and spell check, along with grammar and sentence flow. Iâm putting my email in my bio. Just email me and we will go from there!
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   hey guys, iâm thinking about trying something a little different in my next smattering of smut. itâll probably only happen every once in awhile in my writing, but i feel that i should include it in some way because iâm really, really, really, really, really, really g a y . it will be my usual pairing, just a little bit different. â âż ââż
   canât w a i t to see what you guys think. ;D
Just a random question here. Why don't you have more followers, your blog has some of the best goddamn wincest smut I've read and I'm comparing that to ilostmyshoe-79. You have so much talent, i love your writing so much... anyways, i hope you have a great day
Oh my god, thank you, my friend! It really means so much to get such positive feedback like this. (ïŸâăźâ)ïŸ*:ïŸâ§ like, when I read this, I literally squealed. xD You have no idea how much I appreciate this! This stuff really keeps me going.
Iâm so glad you like my writing! (Because I intend on doing more, haha. ^-^)
And I hope you have an incredible day, my love!
Hey, stop scrolling.
Everyone who is reading this: Iâm so glad youâre alive. Iâm so proud of you. You are loved. Iâm here. Donât give up, weâre almost there.
Pass it on.
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   Sam pulled the delicate fabric up his long legs, and over his sharp, bony hips. The lace felt nice sliding up his body like that, and he flushed a deep shade of red. A few weeks ago, he couldnât imagine himself doing something like this, especially not for some sexcapades with Dean. Even a few hours ago, he would have laughed in your face and called you a liar. Yet here he was, slipping them on in the confines of a dirty motel bathroom, his face red from blushing because he knew this wasnât right.
   Early that evening Dean had gone out, without a word of what he was up to. Sam had just figured he was getting food, nothing to be concerned about. But when Dean returned with that stupid mischievous glint in his eye, Sam knew he was in for some trouble. At first, he guessed that maybe he was part of yet another prank war, but when Dean pulled out a dainty pair of womenâs underwear, Sam knew he was in for something much worse.
   The sad part was that Sam actually liked it.
   He liked how soft they were, and how they hugged him. He wished for more room in the front, but that was about as far as his complaints went. Sam even liked how they made him feel⊠well, how they made him feel pretty. Kind of like whenever Dean would pull his hair and tell him to never cut it. Like his long hair, this article of clothing made him feel pretty, and he liked it.
   A lot.
   Glancing at himself in the mirror, Sam turned slowly, examining one side, then the other. Then he did a complete 180 and looked over his shoulder. The fabric pulled tightly over his ass, complementing its shape, and it brought a sheepish smirk to Samâs face. Despite his embarrassment of having even considered putting these on, he felt a little confident, too. He couldnât really put into words how it made him feel, allowing himself such a feminine pleasure. And doing it in a way Dean wouldnât tease him for - even though he probably would later - because heâd been the one to beg him to give it a try.
   He was kinda happy he had, but he wasnât about to let Dean have that satisfaction. At least, not that kind of satisfaction.
   Sam wondered for a little bit where Dean would have even gotten the idea to do something like this, but then decided that it might be better that he didnât know. With all of the things Dean was intoâ things that Sam would have a hard time wrapping his head aroundâ yeah⊠better that he didnât.
   Standing here in panties, perhaps Sam shouldnât be one to judge.
   âYou good in there, Sammy?â Came Deanâs voice from within the motel room.
   Samâs heart raced. âY-yeah!â he managed to stammer back. âIâll be out in a sec!â God, fuck, he couldnât do this, he couldnât do this, why did he think he could do this? Before Sam could even slip them back off, the bathroom door creaked open. Sam swore he felt his heart drop to his stomach.
   Dean was standing there, in the doorway. He was still fully clothed, and Sam was envious of that. He guessed it was too late now, and he cringed a little as he waited for some sort of tease, or even a laugh. It had been Deanâs idea, after all, but that didnât mean that Sam had to actually do it. Fuck, whyâd he have to walk in here?
   âOh, shit,â Dean blinked a couple times, as if trying to register all of what was in front of him. His gigantic Sammy in a pair of dainty panties. And Samâs cheeks were burning in embarrassment. âSammy.â
   Sam tried to fold in on himself, make himself smaller than he wasâ heâd pretty much mastered that by nowâ but right now, between the two of them, that was near impossible. Fuck. If only the floor would just swallow him up right here, right now. âDean, I-I, uh-â
   âSammy, hey. Donât do that.â Deanâs voice was gentle, but with a firm edge to it.
   It was then that a strong, familiar set of arms wrapped around him. He was pulled back into a solid wall of warmth, and he finally peeked up from where heâd been looking and into the mirror where he was met with Deanâs hooded gaze, right over his shoulder. His arms fell from their embrace and slipped down Samâs sides, resting on Samâs hips. He used his grip there to pull Sam into him, and Samâs eyes widened a little in surprise.
   Dean was hard against his backside, and Sam felt butterflies in his stomach as his own cock reacted to his arousal.
   âLook at you,â Deanâs voice was low, throaty, his lips brushing against his ear. âMy pretty baby boy. God, you donât even know what you do to me, do you?â
   No, but Sam was starting to get the picture. His entire body flushed pink when Dean growled:
   âIâm gonna show you just how beautiful you are, sweetheart.â
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   The Winchester boys barely made it inside their motel room before Dean was pushing the other against the wall, his lips smashing against Samâs in a heated, desperate kiss. Sam didnât fight it. He only parted his lips and tilted his head, his lips moving just as desperately with Deanâs. Itâd been a good few weeks since either one of them had been in the moodâ and even if they had been, they usually didnât have the energy to do anything about it. These last few cases had been a doozy.
   Dean wasted no time at all and pinned the other hunterâs hands to the wall at either side of his head whilst tucking his leg between the otherâs, and he pressed. Not hard, but just enough for Sam to whine against his lips. Dean could already feel how ready Sam was, feeling his length harden against him. The same could be said of himâ he was already at half mast from just riding in the same car as Sam.
   Sam spread his long stretch of legs wider, obediently, and groaned whenever Dean pressed harder between him. He breathed out Deanâs name as soon as his lips left his own, and Dean murmured a raspy âSam,â before returning his lips to Samâs. They didnât stay there long, and he was kissing an open-mouthed trail down Samâs jaw, then his neck, his shoulder.
   âDean, please,â Sam begged, and Dean smirked as Sam arched his hips. âPlease. I want this. So fuckinâ bad.â
   âI know, baby. I know.â
   It wasnât long before the both of them were on the creaky motel bed, Samâs hands in Deanâs hair and curled in the sheets, Dean kissing down the length of Samâs mostly-clothed body. When he reached Samâs collarbone, he began unbuttoning his flannel, placing a kiss in each place where fabric used to be. Sam arched and whined, and it all went straight to Deanâs cock. The minute he got to the last button, he was already tugging on Samâs belt, unbuckling it, and pulling it from its loops. Dean had Samâs jeans in the floor before Sam knew what was what.
   âFuck,â Dean rasped, taking a good look at the man beneath him. He didnât stop to look long, but just enough to take in that golden expanse of skin, the sinewy muscles flexing with want, with need. In all of the time that Dean and Sam had been together, doing things like this, well⊠Dean had still yet to get used to it.
   Who could get used to something like this?
   Sam breathing his name brought him back to the present, and he grinned, moving back up Samâs body to capture his red, swollen lips in another heated kiss. Sam, now having free movement of his hands, tugged needily at the waistband of Deanâs pants, managed to sputter the word âOff,â whenever they broke apart. âPlease, Dean.â
   Dean undid the button to his jeans hastily, only pushing them and his underwear down far enough to give his Sammy what he needed.
   And, well, what he needed, too.
   âSammy, baby, whereâs theââ
   He didnât even need to say anything, because Sam was shuffling over to the side table, where he opened the drawer and pulled out a small, familiar looking bottle. Dean didnât give a shit what anyone had to sayâ spit was not a safe alternative to actual lube. Him and Sammy had to learn that the hard way, being new to the whole gay scene and everything.
    That being said, they certainly werenât new anymore.
   After squeezing some into his palm, Dean smeared it over two fingers.
   âDonât bother.â Sam told him, still a little breathless.
   Dean furrowed his brow at the other for a moment, but then raised his eyebrows in surprise. âYou alreadyââ
   âYes, Dean, now would you just hurry up and fuck me already?â Sam said exasperatedly, his legs bending at the knees and his legs spreading wider. Goddammit, this kid was going to be the death of him.
   âMkay, bossy,â Dean teased, already nestling himself between Samâs legs as he slicked his cock with lube.
   Before Sam could say something smart, Dean had lined himself up with Samâs entrance and was sliding in, reveling in the way Sam gasped his name and clutched at his flannel-clad shoulders. Dean pushed inside of him until he couldnât anymore, until Sam was taking him to the hilt, and fuck, Sam was tight.
   âOh, fuck,â Dean groaned into Samâs neck, one of his hands going to Samâs hip to steady it. âSweetheart.â
   âDean,â
   For a moment, Dean didnât move, just let Sam adjust. Let himself adjust. Itâd been so damn long since heâd felt Sam like this. He just kind of wanted to savor the moment before he started moving. But the internal Chick-Flick moment passed soon thereafter and desire took over. It clouded the minds of both of them, apparently, because Sam was practically bucking his hips with want.
   When he began moving, it was slow and steady at first, and he couldnât help the groans that escaped him, much like Sam couldnât help the way he moaned. However, it wasnât long before Dean increased the pace of his hips. He wanted to hear Sam, and he wanted to chase that warm feeling pooling in his groin, because he knew Sam must have been feeling that same way.
  Usually, in the midst of sex, theyâd be more vocal. Whether it be dirty, rotten, downright nasty exchanges of what one wanted to do to the other, or what one wanted the other to do to them, or the Chick-Flicky shit you see on TVâ of which Sam wasnât allowed to bring up outside of sexy timesâ they were usually more talkative. But with the build and impending satiation of their needs, it was almost as if they had almost forgotten how to speak, other than a few select words, anyway.
   Every Harder, Dean and Faster he got led to the merciless grind he was currently fucking Sam into the mattress with. Dean was fucking him so hard he was practically screaming, his hands clutching the fabric on Deanâs shoulders, bunching it in his fists. It was almost like he could barely even stand himself.
   As good as Sam felt around his dick, and for that very reason, Dean needed to come. Fuck. He was so goddamn close, and he could tell that Sam was almost there, too, with the way he was arching his back and moaning like a whore on nickel night. So Deanâs grip on Samâs hip tightened, and he fucked into Sam as hard as he could. Before either of them knew it, Sam was shooting off like a rocket, coming untouched, and all over Dean and his stomachs. The way Sam threw his head back and screamed his nameâ it was all over for Dean then and he came hard and fast inside of the other with âSammy,â on his lips. His hips stuttered, and he rode out his and Samâs orgasms like a champ, if he did say so himself.
   Breathing heavily, Dean collapsed on top of the other. His mind was blissfully hazy in the afterglow. He had barely caught his breath before he rolled off of Sam. Now laying on his back, Dean just relaxed. Listened. The only noises were the occasional car passing by outside and the labored breathing from them both. And with every passing moment, the breathing quieted, until their breath had almost evened out completely.
   âI missed this, Sammy.â Dean revealed quietly, a lazy grin pulling at his lips as he looked over at Sam whose flushed cheeks told him everything.
   Sam tilted his head towards the other, facing him now. Dean would never get over those eyes of his. âMe, too.â God, he was still a little breathless, too.
   They just looked at one another for awhile. It was Sam who broke it, and even then he didnât really look away from Dean, just down his body instead.
   And he laughed.
   Dean furrowed his brow. âWhatâs so funny?â
   âItâs justâ God, we didnât get all of our clothes off.â Sam managed, between chuckles.
   Dean glanced down Samâs body, then his own, and they both still had some sort of article of clothing on. For Sam, it was just the flannel. For Dean, well, he still had his goddamn pants around his ankles. Chuckling now, too, he went and kicked them the rest of the way off. âLooks that way.â
   Honestly, it wasnât all that funny, but they were both feeling bubbly right now, and that was good enough for them.
   âOkay, no more going weeks without a little something-something,â Dean said. âWeâve got to make more time for each other. Deal?â
   With a languid smirk, Sam nodded. âMhm, deal.â
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   The Winchester boys barely made it inside their motel room before Dean was pushing the other against the wall, his lips smashing against Samâs in a heated, desperate kiss. Sam didnât fight it. He only parted his lips and tilted his head, his lips moving just as desperately with Deanâs. Itâd been a good few weeks since either one of them had been in the moodâ and even if they had been, they usually didnât have the energy to do anything about it. These last few cases had been a doozy.
   Dean wasted no time at all and pinned the other hunterâs hands to the wall at either side of his head whilst tucking his leg between the otherâs, and he pressed. Not hard, but just enough for Sam to whine against his lips. Dean could already feel how ready Sam was, feeling his length harden against him. The same could be said of himâ he was already at half mast from just riding in the same car as Sam.
   Sam spread his long stretch of legs wider, obediently, and groaned whenever Dean pressed harder between him. He breathed out Deanâs name as soon as his lips left his own, and Dean murmured a raspy âSam,â before returning his lips to Samâs. They didnât stay there long, and he was kissing an open-mouthed trail down Samâs jaw, then his neck, his shoulder.
   âDean, please,â Sam begged, and Dean smirked as Sam arched his hips. âPlease. I want this. So fuckinâ bad.â
   âI know, baby. I know.â
   It wasnât long before the both of them were on the creaky motel bed, Samâs hands in Deanâs hair and curled in the sheets, Dean kissing down the length of Samâs mostly-clothed body. When he reached Samâs collarbone, he began unbuttoning his flannel, placing a kiss in each place where fabric used to be. Sam arched and whined, and it all went straight to Deanâs cock. The minute he got to the last button, he was already tugging on Samâs belt, unbuckling it, and pulling it from its loops. Dean had Samâs jeans in the floor before Sam knew what was what.
   âFuck,â Dean rasped, taking a good look at the man beneath him. He didnât stop to look long, but just enough to take in that golden expanse of skin, the sinewy muscles flexing with want, with need. In all of the time that Dean and Sam had been together, doing things like this, well⊠Dean had still yet to get used to it.
   Who could get used to something like this?
   Sam breathing his name brought him back to the present, and he grinned, moving back up Samâs body to capture his red, swollen lips in another heated kiss. Sam, now having free movement of his hands, tugged needily at the waistband of Deanâs pants, managed to sputter the word âOff,â whenever they broke apart. âPlease, Dean.â
   Dean undid the button to his jeans hastily, only pushing them and his underwear down far enough to give his Sammy what he needed.
   And, well, what he needed, too.
   âSammy, baby, whereâs theââ
   He didnât even need to say anything, because Sam was shuffling over to the side table, where he opened the drawer and pulled out a small, familiar looking bottle. Dean didnât give a shit what anyone had to sayâ spit was not a safe alternative to actual lube. Him and Sammy had to learn that the hard way, being new to the whole gay scene and everything.
    That being said, they certainly werenât new anymore.
   After squeezing some into his palm, Dean smeared it over two fingers.
   âDonât bother.â Sam told him, still a little breathless.
   Dean furrowed his brow at the other for a moment, but then raised his eyebrows in surprise. âYou alreadyââ
   âYes, Dean, now would you just hurry up and fuck me already?â Sam said exasperatedly, his legs bending at the knees and his legs spreading wider. Goddammit, this kid was going to be the death of him.
   âMkay, bossy,â Dean teased, already nestling himself between Samâs legs as he slicked his cock with lube.
   Before Sam could say something smart, Dean had lined himself up with Samâs entrance and was sliding in, reveling in the way Sam gasped his name and clutched at his flannel-clad shoulders. Dean pushed inside of him until he couldnât anymore, until Sam was taking him to the hilt, and fuck, Sam was tight.
   âOh, fuck,â Dean groaned into Samâs neck, one of his hands going to Samâs hip to steady it. âSweetheart.â
   âDean,â
   For a moment, Dean didnât move, just let Sam adjust. Let himself adjust. Itâd been so damn long since heâd felt Sam like this. He just kind of wanted to savor the moment before he started moving. But the internal Chick-Flick moment passed soon thereafter and desire took over. It clouded the minds of both of them, apparently, because Sam was practically bucking his hips with want.
   When he began moving, it was slow and steady at first, and he couldnât help the groans that escaped him, much like Sam couldnât help the way he moaned. However, it wasnât long before Dean increased the pace of his hips. He wanted to hear Sam, and he wanted to chase that warm feeling pooling in his groin, because he knew Sam must have been feeling that same way.
  Usually, in the midst of sex, theyâd be more vocal. Whether it be dirty, rotten, downright nasty exchanges of what one wanted to do to the other, or what one wanted the other to do to them, or the Chick-Flicky shit you see on TVâ of which Sam wasnât allowed to bring up outside of sexy timesâ they were usually more talkative. But with the build and impending satiation of their needs, it was almost as if they had almost forgotten how to speak, other than a few select words, anyway.
   Every Harder, Dean and Faster he got led to the merciless grind he was currently fucking Sam into the mattress with. Dean was fucking him so hard he was practically screaming, his hands clutching the fabric on Deanâs shoulders, bunching it in his fists. It was almost like he could barely even stand himself.
   As good as Sam felt around his dick, and for that very reason, Dean needed to come. Fuck. He was so goddamn close, and he could tell that Sam was almost there, too, with the way he was arching his back and moaning like a whore on nickel night. So Deanâs grip on Samâs hip tightened, and he fucked into Sam as hard as he could. Before either of them knew it, Sam was shooting off like a rocket, coming untouched, and all over Dean and his stomachs. The way Sam threw his head back and screamed his nameâ it was all over for Dean then and he came hard and fast inside of the other with âSammy,â on his lips. His hips stuttered, and he rode out his and Samâs orgasms like a champ, if he did say so himself.
   Breathing heavily, Dean collapsed on top of the other. His mind was blissfully hazy in the afterglow. He had barely caught his breath before he rolled off of Sam. Now laying on his back, Dean just relaxed. Listened. The only noises were the occasional car passing by outside and the labored breathing from them both. And with every passing moment, the breathing quieted, until their breath had almost evened out completely.
   âI missed this, Sammy.â Dean revealed quietly, a lazy grin pulling at his lips as he looked over at Sam whose flushed cheeks told him everything.
   Sam tilted his head towards the other, facing him now. Dean would never get over those eyes of his. "Me, too.â God, he was still a little breathless, too.
   They just looked at one another for awhile. It was Sam who broke it, and even then he didnât really look away from Dean, just down his body instead.
   And he laughed.
   Dean furrowed his brow. âWhatâs so funny?â
   âItâs justâ God, we didnât get all of our clothes off.â Sam managed, between chuckles.
   Dean glanced down Samâs body, then his own, and they both still had some sort of article of clothing on. For Sam, it was just the flannel. For Dean, well, he still had his goddamn pants around his ankles. Chuckling now, too, he went and kicked them the rest of the way off. âLooks that way.â
   Honestly, it wasnât all that funny, but they were both feeling bubbly right now, and that was good enough for them.
   âOkay, no more going weeks without a little something-something,â Dean said. âWeâve got to make more time for each other. Deal?â
   With a languid smirk, Sam nodded. âMhm, deal.â
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I was so happy when you popped up on my dash...
Of course I noticed! Youâve posted such lovely edits and writing. I hope that all is well with you!
Everything is well with me. :) Took a bit of a break to take care of myself for a little while, but I found that Iâm not too happy when I havenât been writing. Again, thank you for your amazingness.<3 Itâs really good to be back.
Writing Challenge
I havenât been feeling like writing a lot lately, so I havenât been and have been neglecting my stories and blog. To change that, I thought Iâd start a challenge of some sort to kind of get back into it, I guess. :) And in what better way than nsfw?
So hereâs how itâs going to go (ïŸâăźâ)ïŸ*:ă»ïŸâ§ :
   ┠Kissing and Cuddling    ┠Wet Dreams    ┠First Time    ┠Masturbation    ┠Blowjob    ┠Clothed Sex   ( x )    ┠Cross-Dressing   ( x )    ┠Phone Sex/Sexting    ┠Against a Wall    ┠Geek/Jock    ┠Dom/sub    ┠Topping from the Bottom    ┠Rimming    ┠69    ┠Sweet and Passionate    ┠Public    ┠On the Floor    ┠Lazy Morning Sex    ┠Outdoors    ┠Face-Sitting    ┠Shower Sex    ┠Sex on a Desk    ┠Trying Something New    ┠Shy    ┠With Toys    ┠Boring Sex    ┠Rough Sex    ┠Hate Sex    ┠With Food    ┠Random Kink
Just wanted something to do.
Happy reading.  ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
I was so happy when you popped up on my dash today! I've missed seeing you around
(Sorry about the wait on this, I disappeared again :( )
Omg! This was so nice to see, you have no idea. Thank you so much, my lovely. I appreciate you taking the time to send me this! Have all the loveÂ
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And have a wonderful day/night!!!!!!
fancy shit
I gotta start writing more.
   â It doesnât matter  w h a t  y o u  a r e . It only matters what you  d o  . Itâs your choice. â
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