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Hey guys...
Okay, I know Iāve been inactive for quite some time, but last Sunday my heart leapt out of my chest and it has still not returned to me. Jensen looked me direct in the eyes and took it away. Followed by the,Ā āThank you sweetheart!ā after the photo, I had an out of body experience.
You only think you adore this man until you see him in person.
I have more to share, but this is by far my favorite so itās first. ;)
A week ago I visited Las Vegas for the first time and I got to go to Zak Baganās Haunted Museum. One of my better moments thus far š¤š¤š¤
Ravished by a God (Preview for Ch-14)
Hello my loving and patient readers,
Here is the preview for the next chapter of my Loki/Reader fic - Ravished by a God.
āThor told me that the balm is really effective,ā you said as you approached him, observing how his wounds actually looked significantly better than the last time you saw them.
At least, they werenāt bleeding, all thanks to Thor retrieving the healing balm from Asgard just in time. It was weird to see the wounds like this, but apparently, they had to be left unbandaged to let them heal faster.
Loki remained silent, and it made things awkward between you and him.
āHow much pain are you in?ā
He snorted. āWhy does it matter?ā
Well, at least he spoke up.
āIt does. Tell me.ā
He rolled his eyes, looking as though this was the last thing he wanted to talk about. āThe balm has a numbing effect as well.ā
āThatās really awesome.ā
Loki raised his eyebrows, as if offended by your remark. Perhaps, āawesomeā wasnāt the right word for it.
You sat down next to him on the bed, fidgeting with your hands a bit. That caught his attention and he looked up at you with curiosity in his eyes.
āYou have bandages on your arms.ā
You shrugged, picking on one of the said bandages. āYeah, got some shards of glass and metal in them. Iāll be fine.ā Thanks to youā¦
āWhy are you even here?ā It almost sounded like he was scolding you there.
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Holy shit Iāve been waiting for this for ages!!!
My dash has, in the past two years, become increasingly invested in this idea that fic comments are the fan creatorās ācurrency,ā the means by which fan creators are āpaid,ā and therefore, it logically follows, a thing fan creators are owed.
Iām not a huge fan of this.
Do I like receiving comments? Yes. God yes. Love it. Enter into a black funk if I donāt get at least 25 within the first week of posting, at least 15 within the first day, at least 5 in the first hour, and at least one right away right in the very first second. I refresh obsessesively in those first seconds. I want all the attention on me and my work. I feel like I need it.
But it is not owed to me. Not the way my job owes me payment for my labor. Not the way I earn currency. Iām not contracting with fanfic readers for comments. Iām posting something and letting the internet have at it, which is a different thing entirely.
I think sometimes about how comments-as-currency interact with BNF culture. If youāre taking in the idea āthis is a fic by a very important person whose opinion on the canon is sacrosanct and specialā and also āby reading this free internet story, you now owe it to the creator to make them feel good about it and themselves,ā thatās a particular magic elixir. And I guess a part of me is still scarred from the Cassie Clare days, and really does not agree with assigning special primacy to fandom creators because of the ways that can go drastically wrong.
Though, actually, never mind the Cassie Clare days. In the here and now, there are fic authors who feel they should get special praise from fellow fans for āoriginatingā specific ship fandoms (why, because you showed up first?). In the here and now, there are BNFs with hundreds of bookmarks and thousands of comments who routinely threaten to flounce because the attention they get is just not enough for them.
the longer I am in fandom, the less I care for that shit. I think fandom is often made worse when we treat it like a transaction made for social approval, when we normalize this idea that participation in fandom is by its nature a contract by which you can demand the reactive energy of others.
I think a lot about two times I didnāt ācomment.ā One is Terry Pratchett. I love Terry Pratchett. Ever since I picked up a copy of Mort in Heathrow airport at age 12, I told myself, every year, that I would write him a letter telling him how funny he was and how much I loved his work. I told myself that when an essay on Mort won me a scholarship to high school. I told myself that when an essay on Death in Discworld won me a scholarship to college, and then helped send me to professional school. I told myself I would write Terry Pratchett a letter every year for over ten years, and then he died and I never sent him a letter and I regret never sending him a letter.
I also think about shinigami.org. Shinigami.org was a Gundam Wing fansite way back in the early 00s, run by a fan named Kumiko. Kumiko was the first fanfic writer I ever idolized. I donāt remember the quality of her work or the characterization or the writing style or the pairings, but I remember the way her work made me feel. I loved this one Hitchcock AU in particular. I checked shinigami.org every single day during computer time in 8th grade, desperate to see if she had posted a sequel to that fic. Then Kumiko announced she was shutting the site down. Agonized, I then checked every single day to see if she would reverse her decision. She never did, but before she took the site down she posted a note saying she was thankful for all the people who had messaged her with kind words and praise. And then I felt embarrassed and bad, because it hadnāt occurred to me to tell Kumiko how much I idolized her (and I did) and how great I found her Hitchcock AU (and I really, really did).
These are not the only times I havenāt commented. They happen to be the only times I have felt BAD about not commenting. Why? Not because I was stiffing Kumiko or PTerry ā I wasnāt. I paid for my copy of Mort and every subsequent Discworld book I bought, so I wasnāt denying Terry Pratchett anything he was lawfully owed. And Kumiko had made the choice to establish a Gundam Wing website for free and post stories on it for free and (unlike some of her contemporaries, say, PL Nunn, who charged for a lot of her work) was not asking fans to enter into some kind of contractual arrangement where they owed her currency for stories rendered. So I wasnāt backing out on a deal with either her or Terry Pratchett, and I didnāt feel bad for that reason. I felt bad because I missed a chance to express what Terry Pratchettās work meant to me and what Kumikoās work meant to me. I felt bad because their brought me intense happiness and I had the words in me to reflect on that happiness and just why it had such a pull on me and made me rethink the way I looked at the world. But I did not use those words, which was a missed chance for me to know more about me.
Donāt comment because comments are fandom currency. Comment when you feel like you have something to say. Donāt feel bad about not commenting because you āoweā a comment. You donāt owe comments. But if you have a feeling you can capture, something a work brings out of you, and you donāt take the time to sit with yourself for a few minutes and capture that feeling, then sometimes that can be a shame.
Thatās how I feel about comments. And no, I donāt comment on everything. And honestly, you shouldnāt have to either. If you feel like it helps to create a welcoming fandom space, if it makes you more the person you want to be, then comment away, but even that, I think, should be more about how commenting helps you create something you value than how commenting is something you owe. I donāt think that, because I have written fic for free, I am thus owed the reactions of every single person who stumbles on that fic and happens to have a positive reaction. I do think, because I read fic for fun, that sometimes thereās added joy in taking the time to express myself to the original creator. Those are two very different approaches.
And, it goes without saying, appreciate every comment you get. Because no, people donāt owe them to you.
All of this! <3Ā
Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when youāre caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long thereās a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?
Characters: Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam, Omega!Reader, numerous Alpha and Beta characters.
Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Heat. Rut. Knotting. Marking. Explicit language. Imprisonment. Violence. Angst. Assault. Blood. Murder. Death. Smut. Poly relationship.Ā Each chapter will have itās own warnings as this is just a brief list.
Chapter One *** Chapter Two *** Chapter Three ***Ā Chapter Four *** Chapter Five *** Chapter Six *** Chapter Seven *** Chapter Eight *** Chapter Nine *** Chapter Ten *** Chapter Eleven *** Chapter Twelve *** Chapter Thirteen *** Chapter Fourteen *** Chapter Fifteen *** Chapter Sixteen *** ā¦
Alpha!Dean ***Ā Alpha!Dean & Alpha!Sam *** Alpha!Sam *** Alpha!Dean *** Alpha!Dean & Alpha!Sam ***
Iām not even finished with this yet and Iām obsessed. Great recommendation @mrswhozeewhatsis!
If youāre into a/b/o, read this. You wonāt regret it.
He smelled like earth. Like mud and grass, wet wood and fresh air. It would have been pleasant if not for the blood that covered his face, or the pain that flashed in his eyes with each breath he took.Ā
When the door opened and I saw him, my heart stopped. He stood there, looking like a zombie, exhausted and broken, barely able to move.
I ran to him and gingerly touched my palm to his cheek; just a light touch to bring him back to reality. He flinched but didnāt move away. Instead, he reached for me and fell forward into my arms, collapsing against me, his head claiming its usual place in the crook of my neck. He crushed me to him, holding on as if I were his oxygen. As if he had just been through hell and he held on just to make it back to me.
I held him tight until he could move again and pulled back to look into his eyes. The green was dark, shadowed by the dim light and his adventure. He was hurt. He was tired. He was done.
I knew he would need to talk, but not just yet. I took his hand and pulled him towards the bed. He walked without resistance, limping slightly on his left leg, and when I tugged, he laid down next to me, letting me hold him as he broke. His tears were hot against my cheek, and his sobs broke my heart. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back mapping a firm, repetitive course up and down and back, giving him something to focus on.Ā
How many nights had we ended up here? There were too many to count. How much pain could one man endure on his own? It seemed immeasurable in his case.Ā
When he calmed, I pulled away and wet a cloth in the bathroom, using it to wipe the muck from his face and hands. He smiled as I kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose, and the peak of each cheek. When I moved away again to refresh the washcloth, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, pressing his lips to mine in thanks.
āI love you, Y/N,ā he whispered and let me go, the smile I remembered returned to his eyes.
I ran my hand down his cheek and kissed him once more. He would be fine, he always was, and I would be there to clean him up for as long as heād let me. āI love you too, Dean. Always.ā
Dig
Summary: When the reader ends up in a situation that conjures all her worst nightmares, she canāt cope. Dean looks after her and they face their feelings for each other. Also fulfills a square for @spnangstbingo.
Square Filled: Buried Alive
Pairing: Dean x plus-size!reader
Word Count: 4939
Warnings: Trigger warnings for claustrophobia, being buried alive, angst, fluff, smut, comfort, body issues, low self-esteem and self-depreciating language.
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You could still hear your own screams.
It had been three nights since the ghoul hunt, since youād been trapped in a coffin and buried under six feet of dirt. Sam and Dean had only just got to you in time before youād suffocated.
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This was so beautiful I hardly have words. Thank you, Rhi, for portraying Dean in the way I think we all know he would be with someone that he loves.
Say it again louder for the people in the back.
Ā No one knows Dean better than Jensen, thank you for coming to my TED talk.
Jensen Ackles | Denver Con 2018 [x]
Jensen Ackles | DallasCon 2012 (x)
Nothing In The World
Summary: Deanās always had a kinkier side but youād never expected him to enjoy your suggestions as much as he did. I needed a break from the series and needed to fill a square for @spnkinkbingoā so I could feel accomplished about something.
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 3134
Square filled: Rimming
Warnings: Rimming (duh), anal fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, sub!Dean, dom!reader, oral sex, face riding, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, and breeding kink. I think thatās it. Oh, and the soft gooey center.
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Starting small was always the best approach. Producing handcuffs, for example, or suggesting a bit of light spanking. Most guys like that little bit of kink but you always seemed to forget one vital thing.
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Oh dear lord have mercy.
Send help.
Objectified
Title: Objectified
Square: Objectification
Ship: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam
Rating: Explicit
Words: 7,234
Tags: NSFW, smut, dom/sub themes, objectification, bondage, unsafe sex
Summary:Ā You havenāt seen the Winchesters since before the apocalypse. When you run into them years later, you find the hunters haveā¦changed.
Created for @spnkinkbingo
Written for @maddiepants
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Two dead. Two lives lost and itās on you. If youād just been quickerā¦
You throw your head back, hair cascading down your back as you down the shot, the woody burn of whiskey a minor comfort against your raging inner turmoil. Goddamn werewolves. The clatter of empty glass against polished wood is barely audible over the bar chatter. You rake your still-shaking fingers through your hunt-mussed locksā
āHoly shit.āĀ
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Wow... wow.
WOW.
W O W.
Wrecked - Part 5
Dean x Reader Drabble
WC: 825
Written For: @spnkinkbingo
Square Filled: Rimming
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Porn, rimming, language, unbetaād, uncomplicated sexy shower shenanigans.
Summary: The continuing story of Dean deliciously destroying youā¦
**NSFW/18+ content and graphic porn gifs (not mine) below the cut**
A/N: I have never written shower smut, nor rimming. So I hope this doesnāt suck.
Miss Parts 1-4?
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Holy shit. Do yourself a favor and donāt read this in public.
Monday Morning
Written for: @spnkinkbingo
Square filled: Fingering
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)
WC: 1,948
Summary: Dean wants to make sure you start your day off right.
Warnings: Smutty smut smut - oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, light anal play, language, unprotected sex*, unbetaād.
*Angel Blades do not protect against unwanted pregnancies or STDās. Please be responsible/use protection.*
A/N: Yesterday morning, a dear friend of mine and I were texting about crappy Mondays, which lead to some venting, which lead to sharing gifs of Jensen to make us feel better. Inspired by the famous, embedded pic (not mine), a fluffy little fancy started to form in my brain butā¦Iām me, so it got real smutty real quick. Enjoy!
Smoothing out your simple black dress, you couldnāt help but groan in overdramatic misery at the thought of the day ahead. Outside, it was hot, humid, and pouring rain. You were out of coffee, which meant leaving early for a mandatory stop at an overcrowded Starbucks. And after that circus, a forty-five minute commute and a full, busy day at work awaited you.
But worst of all was having to leave your bed behind. The bed where a warm, naked Dean Winchester was softly snoring, comfortably nestled between the sheets the two of you had nearly destroyed last night.
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Oh, God.
My Monday is most certainly not going to go this well.
I cannot BELIEVE I missed Jared calling Jensen a DILF when I did these gifs before. Hereās Jensen from another angle right after Jared said it:
from NashCon by request
āItās going to be lot of fun playing him.ā [x]
Jensen | #HeadsUpTexas -Ā Texas Department of TransportĀ
