Hello all! I’m super excited to announce the release date of my SOA X SPN crossover fic – Coming soon near you!
Introducing SUPERNATURAL MAYHEM
A story where the Sons of Anarchy meet the Winchester Brothers.
Premiering a love triangle between Jax Teller, Dean Winchester and YOU! Will you choose the dangerous life of a hunter or will you choose madness with the sons?
Set to be released 06.10.23.
Takes place after my Jax Teller fic “Rule Breaker” https://www.tumblr.com/yourwinchesterbros/694609038960361472/rule-breaker-part-one?source=share
To help prepare! Below is a guide to understanding terminology within these worlds. This is built to help readers better understand the meaning behind these words without ever seeing the shows. For those of you who have seen SOA or SPN you should know these *wink wink*
Charming: A small town in California where the SONS (Sons of Anarchy) clubhouse and automotive repair shop is located.
Old lady: Old Lady is the girlfriend/wife of a SAMCRO member. Under the club rules, an Old Lady is supposed to be shown total respect by all club members and outsiders.
Reaper: Commonly known as Jax Teller.
Men of Mayhem: Men of Mayhem is the rank and patch given to those SAMCRO members who have killed in the group’s name, meaning most members wore that patch on their kuttes (Leather vests).
Djinn: A monster from supernatural that possesses powers to cause victims to hallucinate whilst they feed on their blood.
Baby: Dean Winchesters vehicle, the Impala.
Church: Refers to a scheduled club meeting at the reaper engraved table.
Gavel: Ceremonial wooden hammer used to lock in decisions and votes made within the members of the club during church.
Hunter: Someone who specifically specializes in hunting monsters.
Trigger Warnings: Smoking, Use/mention of Weapons, Kidnapping, Violence, Cursing, Light smut & fluff! Overall, the general theme of both shows combined. Will attach this post with the fic :)
10k+ Words so I may break it up into two parts!
If you’re interested in delving into this fic once it is out- please let me know and I’ll add you to the tag list! Tagging my mutuals if you’re interested in this read but no pressure if it’s not for you 🖤 @alohomorasomnium @withmyteeth @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @witchthewriter @rayslittlekitten @darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @spaghettificationandpretzels @impala-dreamer @saracatherine @samcro-jnt
You ever think about Dean Winchester, being effortlessly sexy, being a total control, protective dom daddy? A total functional alcoholic that possesses (😉) all the skills to kill things whilst protecting you, and drive baby like she has a mind of her own?
Okay but now, do you ever think about Jax Teller? Being the most feared man in California? A man whos heart belongs to his Harley, cigarettes and his girl. A lust for being bad and a hunger to fight bloody until he gets his way? A total dom “do what you’re fucking told”daddy.
You ever think about them being in the same situation? Falling for the same girl? Cause hot damn, I sure do 🤤
Can I have both, lovely? 🔥
Dean and Jax, that would be such an interesting dynamic. Both love dangerous lives for different reasons and have their loyalties. They'd be protective of you with all the things they've seen.
They fuck like gods and expect your devotion, but take care of you. Especially when you're so good for them. They know how lucky they are.
Can I request #8-10-13-21 for one Mr. Jax Teller, please! SO curious on your thoughts 💭😄
Ohhhhh my favorite love/hate relationship: Jax Teller 😂
8.) Favorite outfit on them: Bruh I think about Jax and his flannels all the time. I'm weak. I talk all that shit about him but I am not immune to the flannel
10.) Describe the character in one sentence: Okay so I am not what one would call a Jax Teller Apologist. I don't give him a whole lot of grace, and I'm pretty open about that. 😂 However I did save this quote on my little inspo board for him and I stand by it- "I am the wound and the blade; both the torturer and he who is flayed." And I think that that really gets to the heart of it pretty quick.
13.) Your favorite friendship they have: This is a tough one. I think I'm gonna go with his friendship with Chibs, though. I really liked how their dynamic evolved over the seasons.
21.) When do you think they were at their happiest?: Ooooohhhh this is interesting. Honestly, I think early seasons Jax when things were going well with Tara, before he had the full weight of the club on him, was probably his peak in terms of happiness. I think all the time about when they went out of town with the kids (before it went to shit 😅) and it was just so wholesome I loved it. I wanted a whole arc of them living a normal life together.
Summary: Reader is the new manager of Diosa as she takes Jax’s hand in the world of SAMCRO. She loves her new life being bad but things go awry when an unwanted visitor arrives from her past.
Authors Note: Part Two is in the making and will be posted if requested! This is a realistic take in the life of a motorcycle gang, warnings are posted below. Part Two will be majority of Jax Tellers response to this scenario.
This fic is 18+ only, Minors do not interact
Warnings: Use of y/n, Smut, Swearing, Violence, Mention of weapons, Talks of sex, Non consented Sex, R*pe, Choking, (P in V), Oral Sex, Hair grabbing, Threats, Unprotected Sex.
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“Good job girls” you say with a smile as you grip a wad of green handed to you by your “escorts”.
Diosa just closed with yet another successful night. Ever since you took over management from Nero as he moved onto better business with Jax running guns, Diosa really started to thrive. Before this, you were working in the police force, just a rookie that knew no better. It wasn’t long until you were roped up in the dramas that ensued in Charming. And it most definitely wasn’t long for you to meet Jax teller and immediately fall for his piercing blue eyes that sparkled and all that came with him. You never really predicted all the events that took place along the way, but who ever does?
It was over 2 years ago, when you were working a case with Deputy Hale. That case was revolved around revealing the fact that “Teller-Morrow Automotive” was just a front, made for concealing a well functioning and severely armed cartel. Not just a family run car joint for hot bikers to park at. It was a business that contained some of the most horrific men, those that had the abilities to make people, simply disappear. You shudder at the memory of what once was your perception of the club.
With joining the police force, great pride and dedication became you. You’ve wanted to be an officer all your life, ensuring your small hometown of Charming stays... well, charming. During your time watching and monitoring SAMCRO, there came a few close calls. Working behind Deputy Hale and observing his efforts to bust Clay and his son, consisted of long and exhausting nights. Each time Hale was nearing the finish line, they yet again persevered as they did every time, and grand-fully escaped. Despite Hale’s attempts, there came one destined, unfortunate night that resulted in the worst way possible. It was only later that you realized, Hale had kept some secrets from you. Unquestionably, he was working alongside with those of SAMCRO. It’s unclear when he turned and caved to their ways but ultimately, he did, and in the end, it cost his life. That’s when you officially took the lead of the case and by no surprise, you evidently failed. As the it came to light you were lead sheriff on the case, the SONS then worked their magic on you. Deputy Hale was survived by his son – Damon, Damon Hale.
This is a man that was at one time, suspended from the police force, which was ordered by his own father. A man whom you spent a few restless, and memorable intimate nights with. A man who proved time and time again, that he was driven by hatred. There undoubtedly was bad history between him and his father, I mean you were assigned to work as sheriff under Deputy Hale, over his own son. That alone spoke more volume than words could share. You never bothered to dig for explanations, this was due to the fact that Damon became enraged at any subject mentioning David Hale. And that rage turned to violence. It wasn’t long before Damon’s true colors showed which if one had to be chosen, it would be red. Violence was his favorite thing, as well as his solutions to all problems. After a tiring month of being torn between working with the sons and their club and Damon with the police force, Jax won you over effortlessly.
Now, talk about a man. Jax fucking Teller. How do you describe a person whom possesses things, both good and bad? He’s hardworking, for all the wrong reasons, passionate for all the right reasons, a combination of a great father, lover and president yet at the same time a stone-cold killer. You grin at this thought. There was something undeniably sexy about Jax and his dark side, the side that made you forever feel protected. After working alongside the SONS while working the badge, you and Jax shared many, many nights. Just the two of you, discussing how to cover up Happy’s latest kill or Tigs latest fight over god knows what, probably saving a dog. The chemistry between you and Jax was too obvious to ignore, and the sexual tension, my god. Once Jax caved to his feelings and vulnerably handed himself over to you, you accepted with a fiery love for him and a love for being bad. Flash forward to becoming a young, retired cop, to now young Manager of Diosa. You had the club, the girls, the Harley and best of all, the oh so desired president of SAMCRO, Jax Teller. Life simply made sense in this hidden world inside Charming.
Your office landline rings. Startling you out of this daydream of what once was and now is.
You pick up the line, “Thank you for calling Diosa, Y/N speaking, how can I help you?”
“Hey darlin’ ”
Ugh, just his voice brings you a spur of butterflies.
“Just making sure you’re still at Diosa, I don’t see you here at the clubhouse?” Jax asks you with a hint of concern in his voice. He never fails to notice when you’re working late.
“Good evening Jax, I’m just closing shop, I’ll be over there shortly” You manage to contain your pleasure as you try to present yourself professionally.
“Sweetheart, I love hearing you say my name but cut the ladylike act and get your ass over here, that’s an order from your actual boss” He chuckles. “I’ve been thinking about you all day”.
You laugh over the phone “I’m coming soon, another busy day here”.
“I knew hiring you was one of the best investments I could ever make” You hear his voice deepen. “You’re still following my one rule, right?”
As if Jax wasn’t paying Lyla to keep a close eye on your good behavior in Diosa. “I run the house, the girls, but I don’t get on my knees for the clients” you say obediently. “Although if I did, I would probably increase clientele” You slyly grin as you know the very reaction you’ll receive.
“That’s not funny Y/N” He responds sharply “Don’t joke about that shit. I don’t share. You belong to me and me only” You can practically hear him biting his lower lip in frustration over the end of the other line, taking in a deep drag of his cigarette.
“I know baby, I’m just fucking with you. I’ll make up for it tonight at the party. How’s that sound?” you rapidly start fantasizing about his lips, and his arms and the sound he makes when –
“Darlin’, I’ll come pick you up right now. Fuck the party” He answers teasingly. “I’d love to see you on my bike with whatever you got on today”
“Actually..I am wearing your favorite top today...” You hear him groan over the line.
“You’re wearing the black corset, aren’t you?” He asks eagerly.
“Mmmhm” You hum back.
“Oh god, you’re killing me babe” He groans again.
“See you soon Teller” You know Jax can hear the smile on your face.
“I better darlin’, got a gift for you when you get here”. He chuckles referring to his hard on.
You hang up the phone only to hear the doorbell ring. Annoyance builds as your focus has shifted to getting to the clubhouse as quickly as you can. The sooner you arrive, the sooner you get to see your president. You never keep the man in cut waiting for too long.
Who could that be? You ponder as you make your way over to the brown mahogany front doors of Diosa. Your black stilettos thundering the floor with every step. You briefly catch yourself in the hall mirror and adjust your black lace corset, that hold your D cup breasts on display. You brush out your long brown hair with your fingertips and you tug down your barely there skirt before you answer the mystery that awaits outside Diosa.
Maybe Lyla forgot something? You unlock the heavy golden bolts as the sound sends echoes throughout the empty brothel.
With a swing of the left door, your smile quickly descends to shock.
“God damn Y/N” Damon whistles following his words. He puts on a mischievous smile. He’s a handsome man, well built with his biceps bulging out of his too tight uniform. He matches the height of Jax and possesses short dark brown hair with deep green eyes that on some days have a glimmer of gold. You used to admire this man. You used to admire his freckles and clean-shaven face he always upkept as he represents authority. But those were the days before he changed, before his compulsive need to control charming and thrill of using his pistol whenever he could, took over the well-respected man he once was. Now the sight of Damon, makes you freeze in your tracks.
“Damon” you respond still in shock but with a dreaded tone. You know he already knows you’re afraid of him and you didn’t hide it well. “We’re closed for the night” you say quickly as you attempt to close the door. His police boot catches the gap and prevents you from shutting it.
“I just want to talk Y/N, no need to cast me away. It’ll be quick but it’s important”. He says with a concerned expression on his face. Eyes locking on yours. He was always so hard to read.
With hesitation and a moment spared analyzing his face, you give up and open the door for his entrance. What the fuck does he want? The last time you saw him was when you handed in your resignation and early retirement letter. He over the year discovered what you were really doing with the SONS and with Jax. He tried to keep you away from the club and keep you by his side at the station, but he didn’t stand a chance. The club called to you. That day, he ended his relationship with you with nothing but a threat, that you’d regret your actions for choosing crime over authority hence, Jax over Damon.
“Damon” You sigh as you watch him show himself to the lounge. He makes cozy on the leather couches, legs spread open, arms resting on the ridges. Guess its not a quick chat after all, Fuck.
“I don’t have much time, so what is it you need to talk about”. You say as you cross your arms. Immediate regret arises when you realize you positioned your breasts higher up in your corset earlier. Damon makes no fail to scan your figure and appreciate the display. You cringe.
“Now, I didn’t want to have to do this, however Y/N, you leave me no choice as you deliberately work alongside the sons” he spits the words. “I’m sure you’re aware that I don’t give up easily on my investigations, regardless of the fact that you’re now a part of it”. He pulls out a thick brown cigar and places it in his lips. His eyes never parting from yours, he with a flick of his Bic, holds the flame in place and starts to puff until there’s a steady pull. The silence makes you uneasy.
You break the tension “I’m sure you’re aware, Damon, but there’s nothing to investigate, Now kindly - get out”. With hope that this encounter ends here, you sway your hips as you turn to the door to guide him to his exit. You hear his heavy footsteps follow behind you. Uncontrollably, you flinch as his arm surpasses your head reaching for the bolt. The same sound echoes as he locks it. Fuck.
“Sit down, I said we need to talk” His expression different than what it was before. All kindness has left his eyes. His voice had deepened, gravelly almost.
You slowly turn back towards the lounge, a million thoughts going through your head. What does he know?
Rather than sit on the couch, you take your seat at the bar, across from the lounge. You cross your smooth legs once sat on the barstool. Your eyes narrow in on his stupid badge, almost mockingly shiny. You were nervous, and yet even though you used to wear the uniform, it still intimidated you. Especially on a man like Damon.
“Listen here and listen closely Y/N” he says as he invades your space by towering over you. His hands placed on either side of you on the bar table. As he speaks, the smoke from his cigar leaks from his lips into your face. You cover your mouth to stifle a cough.
“This wonderful place of young pussy and high tits” he speaks with his cigar in between his teeth while looking down your corset “It has some legal issues, baby”. He brings his glare back to your face.
“Diosa isn’t what you thi-” You start but you’re quickly interrupted.
“The transaction that involves in both purchase and sale of sexual favors here in San Joaquin county is just simply, Illegal” With his eyes locked onto yours, He tilts his head sarcastically and pouts his lips as if to project empathy for you.
With an arch of your brows, you remember what Nero told you and stand your ground to say “Diosa is strictly an escort service for which I have a permit that is hung in my office over there” you point to the room behind him to the left as you stand up to show him.
Damon swiftly grabs you tightly by the neck “Sit the fuck down “His words piercing you. He’s only inches away from your face. Moving his Cigar with one hand to the ashtray on the bar table, he holds his other hand firmly on your throat. During those intimate nights with Damon, this was his favorite way to dominate you however this time, it’s more than that.
You freeze, as you’re at his mercy looking up at him with your doe green eyes. You see something shift in his. He pulls away from your stare and diverts down to your lips. He squeezes your neck ever so slightly to watch your lips part as you pull for air. “That’s right” he whispers as he clenches his jaw.
You struggle to breathe, but you don’t dare put your hands on his to break away. You remember his rules when it came to him dominating you. Finally, he releases. Your neck is already throbbing from the pressure that was there. You try to ignore this and concentrate on your gasps for air.
“Let’s try this again” He starts, moving his hands back to the table, again towering over you. “I got a warrant to search the club tonight”, Now he raises his brow to watch your reaction. He’s enjoying this.
You try to conceal the panic that rises in your chest. Fuck. There’s a party tonight. The guns, blow, crow eaters are all enough to put your boys in cuffs. That club is yours, and you have every intent of protecting those men in cuts, the same as they protect you. Damon smirks as he watches your thoughts generate. Before you can say anything, he continues.
“One phone call”, he grabs his phone out of his pant pocket to show you the contact number on his screen. “I hit this button, the swat team turn off Pine Rd and surprise your little gang bang tonight. Surely you understand that means your boy Teller comes back to the station with me”. Damon licks his bottom lip slyly. He holds his phone in one hand, and to your surprise he uses his other to start unbuckling his belt. You know exactly where this is going.
“Damon, please.” You start to beg. “You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry for hurting you when I left, I can’t help it, I belong here!” He stops unbuckling and reaches over to press the green cell icon. “Wait, Damon, Damon, listen. I have money, I can give you dirt on the Niners, it’ll project your career! All I ask is please, just leave the club out of this. This is clearly between us!”. You say as you raise your voice higher and higher each time, he taunts you with pressing the button.
“You didn’t just hurt me!” Damon screams sending a jolt through your system “You fucking betrayed me! If I can’t have you, no one can, especially that greasy fucking biker!” He Presses the green icon.
“No no! Damon, I’m yours, I’m yours” You break the one rule you always abided by and immediately drop to your knees “I’m here, I’m sorry, please” You beg.
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“Come on man, green light, give me the green light” Half Sac wines. It’s 11pm and Half Sac knew very well about tonight’s event, and he knew how the club liked to party. Half sac is usually sent on crap runs to keep him out of the club on nights like this as he’s a prospect and still needs to earn his worthy spot in the SAMCRO festivities. But tonight, tonight was different. Tig decided to give him only a few errands to run, and if he was quick enough, he maybe could make it back in time before all the crow eaters were occupied. After the past two weeks, under Jax’s command of club schedule, it had been hell for all the boys in cuts and a night of heavy drinking and topless company was much desired.
“Finally,”. Half sac smiles at the green light as he slams on the gas. He turns up the radio as he hears Alice Cooper singing “Eighteen”. A classic. As he sings along to the lyrics, he notices your car is still at Diosa. He quickly turns the music down. “Man, she’s still there?”. His eyes widen as he sees the cop truck on the other side of Diosa’s entrance. “What the fuck?” he mutters under his breath. With hesitancy, he considers hauling ass to the club and preventing any more risk on missing out on that sweet, sweet blow job he’s been daydreaming about. “Nah, I can’t”.
He turns abruptly into the brothels parking lot. With a swift kick of the van door, he hops out and skip runs up the steps to the doors. “Y/N!” He yells. He grabs the long vertical golden handles on the doors, but they don’t budge. Half Sac frowns. “Okay... that’s not good” he whispers. He attempts to knock and holler for you but no response. All he hears is Diosa’s stereo system blaring the same song on the same station. He skips back down the stairs of Diosa and climbs into the van. He fires her up and makes his way back to the club, silver cell in hand, dialing none other than his president, Jax.
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Damon hangs up the phone. “It’s cancelled”. He tosses the phone on the couch and makes his way to you while you’re still on your knees. You look at the clock that hangs on the wall of your office through the little window that sits in between the wall of the office and lounge, 10:30pm you read. You last spoke with Jax around 9:45pm as Diosa closes for the night at 9:30pm. You accept the circumstances of the situation. When it comes to protecting the club and most importantly Jax, you would do anything. Your man of power didn't need to know about this. Besides you know how little Damon lasts anyways.
He reaches for the stereo remote and cranks the volume as he positions himself in front of you. You unbuckle his brown leather belt, slowly just to build that anticipation for Damon. You hear him lightly groan already.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’ve missed your tight mouth”. You grit your teeth. Let’s just get this over with.
You slip his belt out of the hoops, fold it in half and whip it against the floor, you look up at him and lick your lips arousingly. You feel his bulge grow more under his zipper. You unbutton his pants and slowly slide down his zipper to excite his growth even more so. With eagerness, Damon proceeds to pulls down his pants and black SAXX boxers to reveal his swelling thick cock.
“Take it nice and slow, I want fill your mouth” he pants. You roll your eyes beneath him and grip his hardness as it jerks up to the touch. You use your tongue to wet the base, the shaft and slide all the way to the tip. Without warning, he grabs the back of your your head, grips a ball of your hair and forces him into you. Damon wanted to ravage you, to hurt you at the same time. He hated the dark thoughts that sat with him all those nights he polished off 2/6s of Whiskey straight. Always straight. He often thought of the moans you made, the way you squeezed his cock when he filled you. But Jax, Jax was the one whom you obeyed to now. To Damon, a low life criminal didn’t deserve you. But of course, no one did. Only he deserved you. With rage rising in him as he thought of Jax filling your mouth, he shoved you deeper, forcing you to deep throat. You gagged and attempt to pull away, but he pulls you back deeper. With struggling breaths, Damon thrusts his hips faster as he holds your head, aware of your desperation to pull away for air. He watches down at you, teeth clenched as you stare at him. As he nears his orgasm, he’s even rougher. Tears start streaming down your face, he’s deliberately hurting you. You’re choking on your own saliva as he fucks your mouth, your lips swelling. Out of sheer panic and loss of nasal breathing you grip his thigh and dig in with your nails, it was the nicer route you took, to get away.
“Fuck!” Damon stumbles back as you gasp for air, drooling onto the floor.
“Fuck you, get the fuck out, You got what you wanted!” You scream at him in between gasps and pointed to the doors. You try to collect yourself, wiping away at your lips.
“You were fucking choking me, you pathetic fuck!” you yelled in anger.
The look on his face frightened you, more so than you already were.
“Oh no no sweetheart, we’re just getting started”. He charges at you. As you panic to get to the front door, he pushes you against the wall. You end up grabbing the blinds of the window by the front door to brace your fall, but they give out, falling with you. You see him looking at his thigh wound, Deep dark red lines with little domes of blood surfacing, you scramble to get up and run to your office. You know In your drawer you have a switch blade. But it’s too late, Damon follows you in. With strong hands, he has you pinned up against your desk. He rips the top of your corset, your straps cutting into your shoulder until they break, freeing your breasts. He aggressively cups you while he starts kissing down your neck, threats of teeth lightly biting you. You try to hit him, to push him off, but the sheer weight of him is too much. He grabs both your wrist with one hand and holds them behind your back while he savages your nipples.
“These perfect tits belong to me” He growls as he tugs on your nipple with his teeth. You manage to free your leg and knee him in the crotch. He wails but it turns to growling. You see a split second of an out and take it. As you run to exit the office, once again he grabs you by the hair and pulls you back to the desk slamming your head onto it.
“Fuck you!” You scream as you feel the pooling of blood form from your forehead onto the surface of your desk. He has you pinned.
“You should have fucking listened to me huh!?” He yells into your ear as he holds your head down. With the room spinning, You feel him lift your skirt. Exposing your G string. Damon holds you down with one arm, his hand on the back of your neck, his elbow digging into your lower waist as he uses his other to begin spanking you, hard. He slaps your rear; each time you squeal from the pain he follows up with another.
“That’s right you fucking bitch” He growls as he lays another slap on your red cheeks.
“You’re a sad excuse of a man” You manage to spit out.
“What did you fucking say?” You hear his breathless deep voice behind you. Music still blaring through the walls of Diosa.
“I said, you’re a fucking - sad - excuse - of a man, it’s no wonder I left you for Jax!” You scream, face still against the cool hard surface of your desk.
He turns you around facing him, his fingers digging into your arms, your back now leaning against the desk. Before you can react, you feel a sharp infliction across your face, resulting in your bottom lip to split. You taste your own blood. Another one comes at you, nearly knocking you off the desk all together. Damon repositions you, lifts you as if you weigh nothing and slams you down on your rear. Now sitting, facing him, your head still in his grasp, he pulls your thong to the side and shoves into you. You shriek with pain. He releases your hair and firmly grabs your chin.
“Now fucking look at me when I’m fucking you” He orders as he stares you down with darkened eyes. With each thrust you start to lose consciousness; your sight drifts out the little window in the office that looks to the lounge. You see the window by the doors of Diosa, where you ripped the blinds off and to your surprise, you think you see lights in the dark pulling up in your parking lot.
It’s the Harleys, it’s the boys, it’s Jax.
You look up at Damon as he continues to thrust into you, he sees you’re smiling from ear to ear, despite the blood on your teeth, dripping out your mouth.
“Oh, now you like it huh?” He stares back at you with those dark green eyes, grabbing your hair to pull your head back. He bites your neck.
You laugh, “Damon you fucking idiot, you’re about to meet the Reaper”.
He releases your head to look at your gaze with confusion. You greet him again by spitting your blood in his face, just in time to see Jax break down the front doors of Diosa. The minute Jax’s eyes meet yours through that window, you only saw the bad side of him, the part that makes you feel protected, the dark blue eyes of a stone-cold killer.
Creating this mood-board for my url was so nostalgic. I haven’t dedicated much time to the original reason I started Tumblr 7 years ago, the original reason being Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural. They will always be my first loves.
Thank you @witchthewriter for the tag! 🖤 For those interested in trying this out, I nominate @spaghettificationandpretzels @withmyteeth @rayslittlekitten @alohomorasomnium @darqchilddaydreamz @darklydeliciousdesires
there is something addictive in the two of us i am genuinely losing my shit 😭 i’ve read it four times since this morning and cannot stop thinking about it. him telling her to touch herself??? the sleeping bag humping??? “put those fuckin’ tits in my face”??? WHEN HE CAME IN HIS PANTS????
is there any chance we might be getting a part two 👁️ 👁️
thank you for your service 🫡
Y’know what? There just might be a part two coming 😉
Thank you so so much for the love! I enjoy the feedback so much and who doesn’t love soft!dom Joel? He is Daddy
Would it be alright if I asked for a potential general ETA on when your request may become open again? Asking for a friend.
Pfffttt - Who we kidding, I check your blog every day in hopes to be one the first to get my greedy little hands on that request button hehe. Love your style!
Me if I miss my opportunity 👆
Hahaha first of all, A+ gif choice 😂
Second of all, I really don't know when I'm going to open up my requests again. They're definitely going to stay closed at least until I finish Whumptober, and then I'm gonna take a beat to just catch my breath, because as much as I love the challenge of trying to get a fic out each day, it's exhausting when I have so much other stuff going on.
The reason I closed my requests in the first place was just due to a lack of inspiration and feeling really pressured into writing things that I wasn't enjoying. Like, I almost stepped back from writing completely because the environment just got to be not enjoyable anymore. I'm doing much better now, but I don't want to overwhelm myself all over again.
When my requests open back up, I'll most likely make a post about it. But for right now, I'm just focusing on Whumptober. Once that's over, I'll revisit the idea of opening my requests back up. I just don't like making promises I can't keep so I don't want to guarantee anything.
But I'm glad that you've enjoyed what you've read so far! I appreciate it. 💖
Your Xmas prompt list *Heavy Breathing* I'm living for it!
If I could, request a little something, something with #8 & #21 ? With either Tig Trager or Jax Teller? I'm not sure if you're taking any requests for it right now, but I had to shoot my shot!
Thank you either way! ❤
Hey!
I appreciate you taking the time to send this in, but I'm not taking requests just yet. I've got too much on my plate at the moment for that. Sorry!
If I end up writing anything for either of them with prompts from the list I'll be sure to tag you, though!
