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[rizlowwritessortof]

A Little Wild

A middle-of-the-night thunderstorm helps release those pent-up feelings - pretty much just an excuse for Dean smut…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1637

Warnings: None really, just smut - oral, male and female receiving

Divider by the ever-lovely @talesmaniac89  

The power is out.

You crawl out of bed and go to the window, opening the curtains halfway. It’s pitch black out there, too, except for strobe light images in lightning flashes, the trees whipping in the wind, the cars in the parking lot gleaming, wet with the driving rain.

You don’t hear him move up behind you, but you can feel him. The heat from his body seeps into your back, and you can smell the warm, woodsy, slightly spicy scent of him, feel the almost magnetic pull on your body, urging you to lean back into him. You resist, but it isn’t easy.

“You okay?” he whispers, and you nod.

“Storm woke me.”

You stand there, silently, watching the raging storm together, the air vibrating with something unspoken. After a few moments, he leans down, his lips next to your ear, and murmurs your name. “Doesn’t this make you kinda feel like doing something a little wild?” The tips of his fingers glide up and down your arm, a whisper-soft touch, and suddenly you have to concentrate very hard on the act of breathing. Inhale, exhale, shallow and slow, and you’re feeling a little dizzy. When his lips brush against the slope of your neck, you sway, and his hands on your upper arms hold you steady. “If you want me to go…” He hesitates, unmoving, waiting for you to respond.

“Stay.” It’s the only word you can manage, but it’s enough.

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[idreamofplaid]

Square Filled: OOC

Characters: Sam x OFC (Natalie); Dean and Crowley mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sam’s life has taken a decisive turn.

Word Count: 912

Created for @howbadcanitbebingo​

A/N: I’m so excited about posting something for the first time in months. Writing has been tough, but I hope this is the first of more to come. It’s a drabble, but it’s done! I haven’t written anything quite like this before. Thanks for the OOC square @howbadcanitbebingo​ . 

I tried. Honestly, I did, but sometimes it just isn’t worth it anymore. Dean is done. Because of him, I kept on fighting everything that goes bump in the night, all the evil, every twisted thing imaginable for far longer than I otherwise would have. If I’d known things would end up like this, maybe I would have let him do it without me.

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[sofreddie]

More Than A Feeling

Summary: When the Winchester Brothers move in next door, an introverted Y/N is wary. Especially of Sam, who makes her feel like no one ever has before.

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, OFC Jocelyn

Warnings: Non-Hunting AU, Soulmate AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut (Protected Sex)

SAM: NEIGHBORS (@samwinchesterbingo)

FLUFF: SOULMATE AU (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

DEAN: SAM WINCHESTER (@spndeanbingo)

WC: 6513

A/N: So this actually started at over 11,000 words and got edited down. That was not easy. LOL. Feedback is appreciated. : )

“Someone bought the house next door,” Y/N spoke into the phone as she peered out her front window, her gaze glued to two large men unloading the large moving truck, “I hope it’s not a frat house,” she grumbled.

“Aw, why not?” Jocelyn -Y/N’s best and only friend- whined, “Need some decent eye candy in this town.”

“You know I don’t like people,” Y/N noted, finally removing herself from the window, “And I especially avoid men. So that right there is a potential catastrophe,” she complained.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t look. It’s next door, not like they’re moving in with you.”

“Don’t lie,” Y/N accused playfully, “Every time you see a new cute person you go gunnin’ for a handshake just to see if it's them,” she teased.

Jocelyn was obsessed with finding her soulmate. To be fair, everyone was, Y/N was just the introverted hermit that was terrified of it and avoided people as much as possible. When two soulmates touched, their names would appear etched into the skin of the other. Whereas Y/N avoided touch at all costs, Jocelyn found creative ways to touch hands with just about everyone she met.

Jocelyn gasped, “No I don’t…” she mumbled pathetically, “But...ya never know?”

“Well, you can go say hi. I’m going back to work,” she said, ending the call and heading for her in-home office.

A few nights later, Y/N returned from her once-a-week trip into town to run errands, pulling in the driveway and parking her car. Turning off the engine she let out a big sigh, always happy to make it back to the safety and comfort of her home.  Movement from her periphery drew her attention when she saw the new neighbors sitting on their front steps with beers. As she exited the car, ready to head inside, one of the men called out to her.

“Hey,” the shorter of the two said as he lightly jogged up to her, his beer in hand and a friendly smile on his face, “I just wanted to introduce myself. My brother and I just moved in next door,” he said, his green eyes sparkling in the dimming day’s light.

Now, there was no denying the green-eyed demi-god before her was utterly delightful - surely one of the most handsome people she’d ever laid eyes on, and that smile was nothing less than deadly - and when she let her eyes wander to the specimen sat back on the porch, she thought she was just going to die right there on the spot.

Just...just stunning.

Too stunning.

“Uh…” she smiled tightly, “Hey, it’s uh...I’m Y/N.” 

“Y/N,” he repeated and her heart skipped a little at the sound of it, “I’m Dean,” he added, offering his hand for a shake.

Y/N took in a sharp breath as her eyes landed on the extended hand before her. Handshakes were normal, there was nothing weird about them. You know, other than that ‘Surprise, Soulmate!’ thing. Her hands shook as she realized her hesitation was being noticed. She looked back to his eyes, those mesmerizing eyes that almost seemed to cast a spell over her. Slowly, she lifted her hand, the small shake from her nerves not going unnoticed by Dean.

Dean let out a lighthearted chuckle, easing away the momentary tension before his eyes fell on her hand. He hesitated a moment, a small hopeful smile on his face as he took her hand in his larger one. They shook for a moment, but nothing happened. 

“Dean,” she nodded as they released their hold on each other, feeling calmed and relieved after the ‘not my soulmate’ confirmation, “Got it. Um...I better get these things inside.”

“Need help?” he offered.

She looked up from gathering the bags in the backseat, seeing the other -much taller man- approaching with piqued interest from the porch. Something about him, maybe his very aura, seemed to pull her in like a magnetic force and she hadn’t even seen his face, just his approaching silhouette. It made her panic. She glanced back at Dean and shook her head, gathering all of the bags in both arms to only have to make the one trip -escaping before the other man could even get close- and hurried inside.

“See ya around,” Dean shouted after her with a smile and shake of his head.

“Not interested,” Y/N groaned into the phone, talking to Jocelyn once more.

Jocelyn made a point to call Y/N every day, and visit as often as she could as well. She knew that without even that small amount of social interaction, her friend would begin to wilt away from her self-imposed isolation.

“Looking,” Jocelyn emphasized, “Doesn’t require involvement. But, from what you said they seem pretty cool and very non-asshole.”

“I talked to Dean once,” Y/N scoffed, gathering the trash to take outside and checking the back window to make sure it was clear. 

She had strategically avoided having to run into either of the new neighbors, managing to avoid meeting the taller man altogether.

“Take a chance,” Jocelyn urged, “At the very least you make a new friend and possibly even a new handyman?” 

“You’re terrible,” Y/N sighed but joined in her friend’s laughter, “I’ll talk to you later.”

Y/N ended the call, setting her phone on the kitchen counter before taking the trash outside. As she carried the bag around to the side of the house, she grumbled under her breath and mocked her irritating conversation with Jocelyn. She was so wrapped up in her grumbling she nearly collided with someone else.

“Whoa,” she heard the distinctly male voice sound out in surprise, barely heard over her terrified screech. 

She dropped the bag of trash, finding the source of the voice. It was the taller neighbor, now close enough for her to make out his every feature. That panic returned then intensified as she caught sight of his hands coming up to her arms to steady her.

“Don’t touch me,” she yelled, backing up several steps, “I-I’m sorry,” she added in a meek tone with wide eyes, turning and running back into the safety of her home.

Jocelyn hated her job. Endless hours upon hours of sitting at a cash register with a false smile and repetitive small talk. She spent most of it with an earphone hidden under her hair blasting one eardrum with shredding guitars just to try and keep her brain from going completely numb.

“Hey,” a smooth voice broke her reverie as he loaded his items onto the belt, “Jocelyn,” he added after glancing at her name tag and back into her eyes, his smile bright and welcoming as his green eyes sparkled down at her.

“Oh!” she nearly jumped in surprise as she snapped back to reality - very ungracefully yanking the headphone out of her ear, “Uh y-yeah, hey.”

“I’m Dean,” the man introduced, then gestured to the much larger man beside him, “This is my brother, Sam. We’re new to the area.”

The one named Sam gave a cute little wave and the small smile that had Jocelyn thinking these two were some of the most handsome - and utterly adorable - men she’d ever met. It didn’t take her long to piece things together, their small town not getting a lot of newcomers.

“You’re the ones who bought the house on Oak St?” Jocelyn asked as she continued scanning and bagging their items. The latex gloves she was required to wear, to prevent any ‘soulmate finding’ during working hours, grew increasingly uncomfortable throughout the day. 

“That’s us,” Dean chuckled, making Jocelyn laugh along with him.

“My bestie lives next door, so I’ve heard about y’all,” she added with a grin.

“You know Y/N?” Sam spoke for the first time, surprising both Jocelyn and Dean, “I think I scared her,” he admitted bashfully, Dean chuckling.

“Oh, believe me, I heard all about it,” she chuckled, biting her lip, “Just hope she didn’t freak you out. I love her though, she’s just not great with people,” she shrugged, “I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong. She’ll come around after some time.”

Sam sighed and nodded, turning his head and catching a glimpse of the flower booth nearby. He wanted to apologize to Y/N and introduce himself properly. He wasn’t sure why it affected him so deeply, but he had to try to make things right.

“What flower says, ‘Hey, sorry I scared the crap out of you,” Sam asked, his eyes still on the various arrangements.

Jocelyn chuckled, her eyes following his gaze. She turned back to Sam with a wicked grin as she leaned forward to speak as if telling a grand secret.

“She likes the assorted wildflower bouquets,” Jocelyn wiggled her brows as she sat back in her seat, her smile growing wide as Sam went to grab a bouquet and set it on the belt.

Jocelyn rang them out, and they bid their farewells, Jocelyn hoping Sam’s gesture was well-received. 

After returning home from the store, Sam quickly helped Dean get the bags inside and unloaded them. Dean usually did the cooking and as he began pulling out bowls and pans to prepare their dinner, Sam grabbed the bouquet of flowers from the table.

“Good luck,” Dean shouted after him, smiling and shaking his head as the door closed.

Sam walked the short distance next door, flowers in hand, running different conversation openers in his head. As he arrived at her porch, he paused to take a deep breath. Her car was in the driveway and lights were on inside so he was certain she was home. As he ascended the steps to her door, he hoped his less surprising approach to meeting her would ease things over.

Lifting his hand Sam knocked on the door. Holding the flowers in one hand he attempted to peek through the sheer curtains covering the windows, but couldn’t see anything or any movement from inside. He tried again, knocking a few times and listening for any sounds of life from within. He knew she was there, but she was choosing not to answer.

“Hey Y/N,” Sam raised his voice enough to be heard through the door, saddened that she wouldn’t answer but determined to try, “I’m Sam, your neighbor from next door.”

Sam paused, waiting to see if she’d open the door. Fidgeting with the bouquet he continued.

“I didn’t mean to scare you the other night and I’m really sorry.”

After a pause and still no response Sam dropped his head in defeat. He placed the bouquet on her doormat and took several steps away from the door.

“Okay, well, I hope to see you soon,” he added in a quieter tone, tucking his hands in his pockets as he made his way back home.

He couldn’t let it go. There was something about Y/N as if her very energy were drawing him in. He had to know her and unravel the mystery.

At the sound of his retreating footsteps, Y/N peeked her head around the corner from her kitchen. She slowly walked the distance to the front door, seeing Sam was gone from the porch. She was absolutely terrified to face him. It wasn’t that she thought he might hurt her. In fact, she was certain he wouldn’t. Which was weird in itself because she didn’t know him at all. He made her feel unhinged, not in control of herself, and all she wanted was to bury herself in his arms and be surrounded by his protection. So, of course, she ran, panicked, and was too afraid to let anyone new in.

Dean frowned as he sifted through the mail, finding one addressed to Y/N next door. He kept a hold of it before turning from the mailbox with a shrug and walking towards her house. He knocked on the door, leaning on the frame as he waited for a response. He could have just dropped it in her mailbox but...well it was an excuse to talk to her, and maybe find out why she was so insistent on avoiding Sam.

Sam returned to their home the previous night with his head lowered in defeat and hands empty of flowers. Sam had told Dean what had happened - or didn’t happen - before dejectedly retiring to his room for the night. Dean hated seeing Sam like this. Part of him was upset with Y/N, but part of him understood she was uneasy with people. She seemed to be fine with him, so he thought the mail might give him a good excuse to talk to her.

Y/N made her way to the door, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek out and seeing Dean leaning casually against the doorframe as he looked out into the street. She cursed under her breath, trying to decide if she was just going to ignore it when he caught her. He smiled brightly, giving a little wave. Sighing, she opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh,” Dean shuffled at her defensive greeting, but offered a smile and handed over the letter, “Mailman got it switched up.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” she said, shuffling awkwardly as she reached for the letter.

Dean’s eyes caught sight of the bouquet, still sitting in front of her door. He reached down and picked it up, smiling at the flowers before handing them over to Y/N. She stared at the flowers before looking back at him questioningly.

“Sam,” he explained as he patiently held the flowers out for her, “He tried to bring them last night, to apologize for scaring you the other day.”

The shock must have shown on her face because Dean chuckled once more. She slowly reached out, taking the flowers and bringing them closer to smell and examine.

“He’s a really good guy,” Dean continued, trying to do what he could for his brother.

“He scares me,” she admitted with a weak voice, her focus on the flowers in her hands. It had been ages since anyone had gotten her flowers and the small gesture made her more emotional than she was willing to admit.

“Ah, he’s big but he’s a total softie,” Dean teased, “Hey, maybe you could come round and join us for a beer sometime?” Dean offered, with a glint in his captivating eyes.

“Look, Dean,” she began, scuffling her feet, “I don’t really socialize, like ever. And I don’t really leave the house either. I try to avoid people as much as possible. I’m not interested in making friends, dating, or ‘mates.”

“What about friendly neighbors?” he shrugged, trying to joke and see if there was the faintest crack in that huge barrier she just went and threw up in front of him, “The offer’s there.”

“Sure,” she forced a smile, “Cup of sugar and all that,” she nodded, ready to close the door once more. 

Dean reached out a hand, stopping the door from closing, “I know you don’t do so well with people. I don’t know much about you or what’s happened in your life,” he sighed before meeting her eyes with genuine concern and empathy, “But you gotta take a chance with people sometimes. And I’m hoping you’ll give us the chance to be friends.”

She was loathed to admit she was captivated by his handsome face, his bright eyes, and his charming smile that never faltered. It was almost unnerving. But something about him calmed and relaxed her. 

“O-okay, Dean. Have a good day,” she smiled, slowly closing the door behind her and leaning against it with a sigh. 

“He actually got a conversation out of you,” Jocelyn chuckled over the phone as they had their nightly call, “Man’s got skills.”

“He was persistent,” Y/N argued, “I told him flat out I wasn’t interested but it was like that didn’t matter. And Sam!”

“Mmhmm, and I bet you’re totally not looking out the window after them,” Jocelyn joked, “So you must’ve liked the persistence.”

“I mean, he is really good-looking. And he was somewhat charming,” she hesitantly admitted, rolling her eyes at herself with a groan before looking back out the window at the brothers in their yard. Her eyes landed on Sam and her heart began to beat in a panicked rhythm as it did every time she saw him, “But I’m not interested.”

“Maybe not in Dean, which you’re crazy for by the way.”

“I could be friends with him,” she admitted, “But Sam-”

“Yeah, he’s totally gorgeous too and totally your type and he brought you flowers.”

“I feel weird around him,” she admitted.

“Maybe he’s your-”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

She couldn’t believe she’d just said it out loud, but that thought lingered in her mind since she first saw his silhouette approaching across the lawn. No one ever made her feel like this and she didn’t know how to handle it. 

“Go take them up on those beers he mentioned!”

“I’m not good with people, you know that,” Y/N whined, before jumping in surprise, “Shit,” she exclaimed, jumping back from the window, “Uh...I think they saw me.”

Y/N turned back to the window and saw the brothers heading in the direction of her house. Her eyes widened, doubly so when Sam’s eyes briefly locked onto her. 

“Oh shit!” she squeaked, jumping from her chair and backing away from the window, “They’re coming! I have to go!”

Y/N quickly ended the call, hearing her phone chime and knowing Jocelyn probably sent her a ‘call me’ text. A few moments later a series of knocks sounded through the house, seeming ominous. Y/N stared at the door as the knocking came once more.

“We know you’re there,” Dean’s voice could be heard teasingly, “Just wanted to see if you were interested in those beers?”

With a deep breath, Y/N reached the door and grasped the handle.

“H-hey Dean, Sam,” she tried to say casually, embarrassed at being caught.

They both wore knowing but friendly grins, each sporting an opened beer in hand, their empty hands tucked in their jeans pockets. It was strange how they seemed to be so in sync with one another.

“Just wondering if you were up for some beers at our place?” Dean offered. 

Jocelyn’s words ran through her head. Dean wasn’t so bad and she hadn’t really given Sam a fair chance either she supposed. A beer just next door couldn’t be too bad, right?

“Y-Yeah, sure,” she smiled brightly at them, ignoring the alarms ringing in her mind.

“Great,” Dean cheered as he and Sam stepped down the porch steps, waiting for Y/N to accompany them. 

“Okay,” Y/N whispered reluctantly, more to herself. 

As they got to the neighboring porch, Dean opened a cooler, retrieving a couple of beers. Twisting off the cap he offered one to Y/N with a smile.

“We hope to have the fire pit set up in the back soon,” Sam chimed in, settling down on the porch steps, his back leaning against one of the support beams as he talked to the others. 

Dean took a seat on one of the patio chairs while Y/N remained standing awkwardly on the porch, sipping her beer and avoiding eye contact.

After several beers and surprisingly easy conversation buffered by Dean, the three found themselves happy and relaxed, laughing together as if they’d known each other their whole lives. Y/N remained observant, if not fairly quiet and reserved, but would laugh or huff where appropriate. She was reluctant to admit she was actually enjoying herself. 

Finding her third beer empty, she tossed it in the bucket Dean had provided, before deciding a fresh bottle was in order. She felt great and was genuinely enjoying the company of the brothers. Dean made her laugh and felt like a long-time friend or even a brother. Sam still made her nervous, his laughter made her heart flutter, but the alcohol made her anxiety take a back seat.

Furrowing her brow with determination Y/N took a few wobbly steps towards the cooler before stumbling with an over-dramatic squeal. Sam looked away from his conversation with Dean, just in time to see Y/N stumble. She was seconds away from going sideways down the stairs and off the porch. With wide eyes, Sam reacted quickly, jumping to his feet and catching her in time to settle her feet on the porch steps.

The moment they connected, they both hissed in pain. Sam stared at his wrist in shock as a black tattoo began to appear on his skin, searing itself onto his flesh. He flashed his glance to her wrist, seeing his own name appear before his eyes met hers once more.

She knew she was drunk. But not hallucinogenic drunk. She blinked quickly at the blurry - to her at least - writing as it formed on her wrist, her lips parting in shock.  She grabbed at her wrist - the source of the pain - and looked to see his name appear on her skin. Her eyes went wide in a panic and her head snapped up to look at him as it registered what was happening.

“No, no, no,” Y/N began to freak out, pushing away from Sam and taking slow steps backward toward her house as she kept a cautious eye on him.

Sam was dumbfounded for a moment, staring as her name was scorched onto his skin. When he heard and saw her backing away, it was like he could feel her panic. 

“H-hey,” he said softly, holding his hands up, “Y/N I-”

“You have to go,” she demanded, “I have to go,” she added, her eyes widening once more, “Someone has to go,” she whispered, turning and dashing across the yard to her house. 

Y/N woke up and made her way half-asleep to the kitchen to start the coffee. She leaned against the counter, yawning widely, as she waited for the sweet beans to brew. Suddenly, the memories from the previous night came to mind and she cursed under her breath. 

Looking down at her wrist, she saw the crisp black letters spelling out the name of her Soulmate. She felt awful for running away, letting her panic get the better of her. She held her wrist gently, her thumb rubbing over the tattoo absentmindedly as she wondered how Sam was doing that morning. If he had done the same in reaction to her, she’d probably be a sobbing mess on the ground.

As she finished preparing her first cup of the day, a knock at the door had her jumping in place. She set down the cup and peered around the corner from the kitchen, eyeballing the door warily. She felt a warm and tingling sensation on her tattoo that sent chills through her body. 

As she approached the door she could make out the unmistakable silhouette of Sam. Through the sheer curtains, she watched as he lowered his head, then raised his wrist, rubbing over his tattoo as she had done moments before. She felt the sensations again, a pleasant tingling stemming from the tattoo and radiating through her body. 

She rubbed over her own tattoo once more in an attempt to soothe the feelings. She heard Sam’s sharp intake of breath from outside.

“Y/N?” Sam breathed, feeling her on the other side of the door, “I can feel it when you do that.”

Y/N slowly opened the door, meeting Sam’s eyes and sad smile.

“D-do what?” 

Sam smiled once more, lifting his wrist and rubbing over her name, “This.”

She felt the sensations course through her once more, causing her to take a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“Do you want to come in for a coffee?” she tried. 

“S-sure,” Sam said quickly, trying not to come across too eager, “I was uh...hoping we could talk?”

Entering the home, Sam closed the door behind him before following Y/N into the kitchen. The aroma of the coffee filled the home and Sam breathed it in. She turned, setting a mug on the counter in front of him and taking a step back.

“Look, Sam, I’m not like most people, okay? I have been trying to avoid this very thing. I’m broken and I don’t do well with people, which is why I work from home and very rarely go out or interact with anyone. So I think it’s best we just pretend this didn’t happen.”

“I’m not sure if I can do that,” Sam shrugged in admittance, “Are you seriously telling me that you can’t feel...this?” he sighed, shoulders slumping slightly, struggling to find a way to word how he felt.

“I do,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around herself and dropping her gaze to the ground, “But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. I’m sorry you got such crap luck in the soulmate department. But mate or not, you could do a lot better than me.”

“Well I don’t feel like I had ‘crap luck’,” Sam countered stubbornly, “You say you aren’t good with people, but I recall having a blast last night before-” Sam shook his head, “Y/N, you are smart, funny, beautiful. How’s that crap luck?”

“Because I’m insecure and my anxiety is through the roof. I can hardly go outside, let alone be around people without feeling like I’m about to panic. I’m overly emotional and I know that I’d fall for you in a heartbeat and be all clingy and needy-” she stopped her rant to let out a frustrated breath, not sure why she just said all of that to him, to begin with.

“Hey,” he said softly, to get her attention back, “You haven't seen clingy until you’ve seen me,” he offered with a reassuring wink, “Look, I’m never gonna push or ask anything of you,” he continued with a more sincere look, “But...I’m here, you know? I’ll always be here.”

She growled lightly, “I’m really trying to argue with you here and you’re not making it easy you know?” she glared at him with a pout.

“If you stopped trying to argue, it’d be a lot easier,” Sam tittered with another smirk.

“If I stopped arguing I’d give in,” she shrugged.

“I’m down if you are,” Sam smiled at her, just wanting to make a crack in the small barrier she surrounded herself within.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, one of the few times she let all her walls down, “It’s overwhelming and you’re stunning and charming and I’m a wreck.”

Sam smirked knowingly, preening a little over her admissions, “It is overwhelming,” he agreed in a soft tone, “And fucking terrifying. Boom, life just changed forever. But trust me, if you just...go with it, and you get that bond going, it's the furthest from scary.”

Y/N let his words sink in. Secretly, Y/N really wanted that but didn’t think she deserved it. Especially not someone like Sam. 

“I’m sorry about last night and how I reacted and everything,” she said, taking a deep breath and shrugging, not sure where to go from there.

“You’re not the only one who’s scared,” Sam admitted with a soft laugh as he gazed at her, “But...I’ll always do my best to make you happy if you’ll have me?” he offered, his heart thudding so hard in his chest he feared she could hear it.

She met his eyes, nodding at him with a small smile, “Yes,” she whispered, afraid her voice might break if she spoke any louder. 

Her nerves were on fire, but she forced herself to focus, to let it happen. Sam could feel her apprehension, her nerves, he could’ve sworn he could see a slight tremble in her body as well. It made his heart break. It was like she really did fear him. All he wanted to do was show her he was safe and he’d never hurt her.

He took a gentle step towards her, watching her fight the urge to back off from him. He slowly closed the distance, bringing his arms around her and holding her gently to him, a hand holding the back of her hair protectively as he rested his head on hers.

As his arms wrapped around her, the trembling in her body ceased. His warmth was captivating and soothed her nerves immensely. She took a deep breath, his scent filling and surrounding her. She hummed as she relaxed. She pulled back and looked up at Sam, really taking him all in, especially at the close distance.

Sam looked back down at her, his heart swelling at the fact she wasn’t fighting or pushing him away. He didn’t want to let her go, an overriding urge to stay by her side and protect her completely overtaking him. He gently grazed a thumb across her cheek, leaning down to hold his forehead on hers. 

“I’ve been waiting my whole life to find you,” Sam breathed out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb lightly grazing over her skin. 

He flicked his gaze down to her lips before looking back into her eyes, a silent question. He was so close. Saying all the right things.  Closing the distance, she pressed her lips into his, eyes automatically falling shut as her heart suddenly swelled to nearly choking her.

Sam hummed at the contact, immediately responding to her kiss, moving his lips against hers. As the kiss lingered, he could feel the bond flourishing between them. There was no denying it. Sam reluctantly pulled from the kiss, keeping it chaste and sweet. He smiled down at her warmly. 

Y/N remained clung to Sam as if her life depended on it, her head reeling with the shock. Everything had just changed in a millisecond and Y/N was practically frozen to the spot. But so long as she stayed close to Sam it felt a lot safer all of a sudden. Sam smirked down at her, moving them to sit on the couch together, finally releasing his hold on her. He’d thought of this moment a million times and every time he was smooth as shit. But now it was here, he felt like an awkward teen with no fucking clue what to do next.

Sam could feel what she was feeling. He could see the flush of her skin and her coy smile and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He swallowed hard as he moved right up against her side, his eyes locked on hers the whole time.

Smiling, he raised his hand to cup her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. He leaned forward, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. As she responded, he deepened the kiss, his heart rate picked up with the intensity. Suddenly, he grew hungry for all that was her.

As the kissing grew more passionate, the two of them had worked Y/N to straddle Sam’s lap, their lips never leaving one another as they got lost in the feel and taste of each other. Sam’s hands began tugging at her clothes as his kisses trailed down her neck, his teeth gently scraping against her pulse.

As her hips involuntarily ground against his denim-clad erection, he groaned, moving quicker than should be possible for a man his size. He laid Y/N beneath him on the couch, his hips settling against hers as he gave a gentle grind against her core, his lips continuing their mission over her collarbone and back up the other side of her neck before finding her lips once more.

She whined into his kisses, her hands clutching the back of his shirt behind his shoulders. She could feel him pressing her into the couch, his large frame caging her in - not that she ever wanted to escape. With a whine of his name, she rolled hard with her hips as she felt him grinding against her center.

Her hands snaked back around to his front, dipping under the hem of Sam’s shirt as they curiously began exploring the toned body underneath.

Sam hummed in approval, “You want me?” he breathed against the shell of her ear, grinding against her once more. 

He smirked as her hands explored and huffed a laugh when she whined as he removed himself from her. He stood above her, smiling down at her as he removed his shirt, revealing himself to her gaze. She deliberately didn’t make a sound so she didn’t embarrass herself. Her eyes hungrily roamed him, the only giveaway being her long intake of breath. Eventually, her eyes connected back with his and she noticed his slightly smug smirk.

“Now you’re just teasing,” she laughed.

He shook his head playfully in disagreement as he lay over her once more, his hands working on her own shirt. Sam looked at her earnestly and could see and feel her hesitation. The bond between them was growing more intense and tangible with every touch of skin to skin. It was as if he knew what she was feeling and thinking without words needing to be spoken. He gently brushed the hair back from her face and pecked her lips.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, “That makes you perfect to me. All of you,” he said, pecking her lips repeatedly.

She smiled into his kisses, leaning into them, deepening them. 

“Hmmm,” she hummed with a smirk, resting her forehead on his as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes, “Yours…” she said, drawing the word out like it was some kind of drug, “I like that,” she bit her lip again.

“And I’m yours,” he promised, deepening their kisses once more. 

He sat back just enough to remove her shirt and bra before laying himself over her again, sighing contentedly as their skin touched. As their tongues twirled against each other, Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed. There was nothing but Sam now. Her hips rolled against his once more, one of her hands bunching in his hair.

“Need you…” she whispered breathlessly against his lips.

Sam growled lightly as she tugged at his hair. He nodded in agreement to her words, his eyes darkening significantly. He kissed his way down her body, stopping to twirl his tongue around each of her nipples, before reaching the hem of her pants. His eyes met hers once more as he slowly unfastened her pants, tucking his fingers in them and her panties, before slowly pulling them off her legs.

Once she was bared to his view, he rose from the couch once more, his eyes hungrily devouring her as he undid his own pants, letting them and his boxers fall to his feet. He slowly stroked his impressive length as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes met hers once more before he reached into his pants and retrieved a condom.

“Want you so much,” he breathed out as he settled over her again.

Her breaths began catching in her throat in anticipation - his length really was impressive. As he leaned back over her, his breath fanning over her lips, she could feel his head pushing at her entrance. She breathed out sharply, eyes fluttering closed as her hips rolled involuntarily. 

“Yours,” she breathed out again.

He captured her lips as he pressed into her, slowly filling her completely. Once he was buried, he let out a soft gasp against her lips, gazing into her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, patiently waiting for her to adjust and fighting off his own end from how tight she was around him.

Her hands squeezed tightly into the back of Sam’s shoulders as he stretched her, a long whine bursting from her lips as he bottomed out. It felt like her eyes had rolled into the back of her head as she clung to him.

“Fuck…” she whined again, eyes opening again and looking back up at Sam darkly with a small smirk, “Please move.”

And boy did he move.

As his hips set a steady pace, his hands roamed and squeezed as his lips kissed and sucked. Every part of him was directed to discover and deliver pleasure to every part of her.

“Feel so good,” Sam whined against her neck, his hips moving faster as the slap of their skin echoed through the room, “So perfect. Mine,” he breathed out.

A loud moan burst from her at his words. Her body arched to meet him as her hands snapped down to clutch tightly on the couch cushions. She instinctively opened herself more to him, letting him punch deeper. As his pace increased, she reached a point where the only sounds she could muster were whines and long pronounced vowel sounds.

Feeling her tense around him, Sam knew she was close. He increased his pace, his hand trailing down and rubbing circles against her clit in time with his thrusts.

“Cum for me, baby,” Sam breathed out harshly, dangerously close to his own end.

She took in a sharp breath, her entire body tensing as he toyed with her clit. She tried to stave it off as long as she could, but it was already too late as she came hard with a scream. Her head dropped back onto the couch as her hips bucked erratically with calls of his name.

Sam’s mouth hung open as he watched her fall apart beneath him. He strained to keep his eyes open, his attention focused on every aspect of her as she lost herself to the orgasm he gave her. He swiftly followed behind, grunting out her name as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, his body tense as he came.

She whined at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her, clinging onto him desperately as she panted for breath. As she started to come down from her high she felt her entire body relax into the couch and her grip on him simmered down into a gentle hold.

Once they calmed, Sam was quick to clean up and returned to her on the couch. He tucked himself between the couch and her, spooning her from behind as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and over the two of them.

“I’m so happy I found you,” Sam admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her neck, his arm securely around her waist.

She hummed with a smile at the touch, her eyes closed in contentment as she let him hold her tightly. She could feel the connection humming between them, eradicating her fears. It suddenly felt silly for her to have been so afraid of finding her Soulmate because the way she was feeling now, she couldn’t imagine not having Sam right there beside her.

“Consider yourself stuck with me,” she laughed lightly and sleepily.

“Gladly.”

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5th base

Prompt: Dean/older fem reader. I’m talking 8-10 years. The kind of woman who’s a complete BAMF and has even more experience than Dean. Like she knows 5th base kind of experienced. Huntress or at least knows the truth about night bumpy things. 

A/N: The mention of 5th base took me right to Rowena and I couldn't get away. Background Sam/Rowena. This is not beta read or anything because I'm feeling savage like that.

Summary: At Sam's suggestion, Rowena offers to teach Dean about 5th base

Pairing: Dean x Rowena

Warnings: Implied smut, magical bondage. This is a smidge NSFW, but you could probably get away with reading it in public.

Word count: 676 words

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Dean awoke with a start, cold air blowing over his bare chest as the covers were whipped off the bed. Before he could even shift, much less grab the gun under his pillow, his hands pulled away from his body and planted themselves on the pillow above his head. He struggled against the bonds, which he could now see weren’t material as the lamp on his nightstand flicked on. As Dean blinked and his brain came online, he realized his feet were also pinned to the bed, effectively keeping him from moving.

Next to his bed stood Rowena, wearing one of her more revealing gowns with cleavage and a slit in the skirt that together suggested she couldn’t be wearing more than a thong underneath it. Dean vacillated between feeling betrayed by the witch or interestingly bewitched by the woman.

“I swear to you, bonnie boy, that I have no murderous intentions, tonight. Quite the opposite,” she said with a glint in her eye, sitting down next to Dean’s hip. “And you are free at any time to end this, though I think once you realize what I’ve got in mind, you will be well on board.” She ran a well-manicured fingernail from the dip in his neck between his collarbones slowly down the center of his chest before resting her hand at the waistband of his boxer briefs. “It’s been suggested that you really do need to know the joys of fifth base, my dear, and that I might be the perfect person to teach you.”

Dean’s eyes widened as Rowena raised one eyebrow and smirked.

“Fif-,” Dean croaked, then cleared his throat before trying again, “Fifth base?”

“Aye,” Rowena replied, biting her smile to suppress a small giggle. “I was surprised when Samuel suggested this, since he’s usually quite possessive, but this was actually his idea. He seemed to think I am the perfect teacher, and you would be … receptive … to my lessons.”

Dean lay on his bed, magically tied down, and allowed his brain to entertain the possibilities. Confirmation of Sam and Rowena’s relationship wasn’t surprising. He’d been watching them get closer and had seen the looks passing between them. Sammy asking his girlfriend to seduce his big brother, though? Sammy trusting Rowena to know what Dean would want and give it to him? Dean glanced at her, sitting perfectly still, patiently waiting while he decided. Dean was slow to trust, but if Sam did, then maybe Dean could, too.

Teeny weeny Rowena, of all people, restraining a big man like himself and doing whatever she wanted to him, with him, for him? For herself? What would she do, exactly? What would she give him and what would she take for herself? A thrill passed down Dean’s spine. Of course, Rowena noticed when Dean’s dick started to approve of the situation. Her hand twitched, but stayed where it was, on his waistband, closer to his hip than his navel. She was waiting for him. She wouldn’t do anything without his explicit consent. Dean wasn’t sure if that made him feel relaxed or disappointed.

“If I get uncomfortable at any point, you’ll stop? Un-whammy my hands and feet?” Dean asked, needing the confirmation, even though he surprisingly already trusted Rowena in this. For a witch who was always out for herself above all, she’d come through for them a lot, recently. Not to mention that she could have taken this further at any point since entering his room and she hadn’t.

“Simply say, ‘Dimitte’ and the spell holding you will release,” Rowena replied.

Dean took a breath and repeated the word as he’d heard her say it. Instantly, the pressure holding his hands and feet disappeared. Rowena’s smile faltered and faded, but Dean didn’t move.

Looking into her eyes, Dean gave her his enthusiastic consent. “Let’s do this.”

The pressure on his hands and feet reappeared with Rowena’s smile as she moved her hand from his hip to cover his quickly growing cock.

“Oh, this is going to be so… much… fun,” she replied.

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DA Chapter 1

Masterlist

Clint arrived home in his S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform after having just returned from his latest mission. He entered the pitch-black house with his quiver on his back and bow in hand. As he crossed the threshold, he felt something was off. Someone was inside his home. He couldn’t see them or hear anything, but he knew they were there.

He stood stock-still for several seconds as he tried to figure out just where in the house the intruder may be. Clint didn’t appreciate feeling so vulnerable in his own home. He took a deep breath in through his nose, trying to clear his head and focus.

“I know you’re in here,” he called out to the darkness. Clint waited, listening intently for any sign of life, only to be met with silence. No footsteps, no breathing, nothing. As Clint slowly walked farther into the home, he caught a hint of movement out of his peripheral on his right side. Without hesitation, he reached back with his left hand, grabbed an arrow from his quiver, and fired into the shadows.

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Fan fiction reviews

Imagine you have a coworker who likes to bake. Every week, they bring in a batch of delicious, homemade cookies and leave them in the break room. Next to the plate of cookies is a sign, “If you like my cookies, could you please just leave me a note and tell me what you like about them? The more feedback you leave about what you like, the more incentive I have to bake.” A hundred coworkers walk by and take a cookie. One person leaves a note. “Great cookies! Bake some more soon!”

The next week, once again there are cookies in the break room with the same sign. Once again a hundred people take a cookie and only one person leaves a note. “Nice! More soon!”

Week Three- Once again, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note.

Week Four- One hundred people take a cookie. No note.

Week Five- There are no cookies. Someone leaves a note. “Where are the cookies? I loved them. Please, please bake some cookies.”

Week Six- There are no cookies. Ten people leave notes. “I miss your cookies. They were my favorites. I loved the chocolate chips. My friend really liked the way you had almonds in the cranberry ones.”

Week Seven- Motivated by the wonderful notes, the baking coworker stays up late to bake the best batch of cookies they have ever made. That week, a hundred people take a cookie. No one leaves a note. 

The co-worker gives up baking for their colleagues.

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Please, if you like the fan fiction that you are reading, let your authors know. Stories are abandoned for a myriad of reasons, but it is very, very hard to stay motivated when you receive no positive feedback. If there is a story that you like, whether it is a completed one or a work in progress, please leave an up-lifting comment or review. By doing so, you’re providing that writer with motivation to spend their time and energy creating more stories for you.

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Dark Angel Masterlist

Harper Lee “Harley” Barton had always been the hunter, but when the tables are turned on her, Harper must put aside her natural instinct of protecting her family through distance by coming out of the shadows and admitting the truth. Will she survive the challenges that lie ahead of her? Or will she fall prey to her own darkness once more?

These will be ongoing for the entire story -

Characters - Clint Barton, Harper Lee Barton (OC), James Barnes, Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Laura Barton, Barton kids

Pairing - None through most, but eventual Bucky x Harley OC

Word Count - TOTAL ~40,034

Warnings - Angst, Fight Scenes (nothing too graphic), Mentions of killings  (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

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COMING SOON!!!

Summary: Harper Lee “Harley” Barton had always been the hunter, but when the tables are turned on her, Harper must put aside her natural instinct of protecting her family through distance by coming out of the shadows and admitting the truth. Will she survive the challenges that lie ahead of her? Or will she fall prey to her own darkness once more?

Pairing - Bucky X Harper (OC)

[aingealcethlenn]

Double Agent Masterlist

When sent on her latest mission, Maura finds herself face to face with a person she never expected to see again. Now, she must decide for herself which family she belongs to; or risk losing both.

These will be ongoing for the entire story -

Characters - Tony Stark, Maura Stark (OC), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff…(later in series or brief parts) Morgan Stark, Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton

Pairing - None

Word Count - TOTAL ~22, 562

Warnings - Fight Scenes (nothing graphic), Mentions of abandonment by a parent (very brief), Mild language, Angst, Betrayal  (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

Read here too!: AO3 - Wattpad

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14 ¾ Chapter 15 3/7 Epilogue 3/7

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Monsters Under The Bed

Supernatural Fanfiction

Summary: Dean's latest hunt is a monster under the bed for a very special client.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Square filled: "Tell me about the creatures" for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Word Count: 751

Warnings: It's all fluff. There's a little girl slightly scared of a monster under the bed but Dean fixes it.

A/N: It's been awhile since I wrote for my guy, so I wrote this quick little fluff to fill my first bingo square for @anyfandomgoesbingo. It made me happy. :)

“Tell me about the creatures,” Dean asked calmly, crouching down to meet the terrified child at eye-level.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching as the tiny blond-haired girl grabbed his hand with both of hers. “It’s really big! And scary. I don’t want it to get me.”

“It’s not going to get you, honey.”

Your daughter tilted her head, shooting her father one of the sassy looks you knew she had inherited right from him. “Daddy, this is serious.”

You could tell Dean was fighting the urge to smile when he nodded his head. “Right, of course. Of course it is, peanut.”

She bit her lip, looking over her shoulder at her little twin bed. “You’re the best monster catcher in the world, Daddy. You have to make it go away.”

You could see the fear in your daughter’s eyes, and you knew Dean could too, because he immediately stood up and started walking towards the bed. “Don’t worry, peanut, I’m the best monster catcher in the world, right? Nothing can escape me. You said the monster’s under your bed?”

“And in the closet,” she whispered, her trembling hand pointing in that direction. You moved forward and sat down on the floor behind her, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into your lap while Dean leaned down to check under the bed.

“It’s okay, baby, if there’s a monster there, Daddy will find it.”

She tightened her hands around your fingers while the two of you watched Dean lay down on his stomach to check under the bed. “Nothing here, peanut.” He looked back towards the two of you. “You must’ve scared it off.”

“The closet…” she reminded him, her voice shaking so much, you gave her a reassuring squeeze.

Dean nodded. “Right. The closet.” He stood up and walked towards the giant wardrobe on the other side of the room, treading carefully, treating it as if he were on any other case. He paused at the door, looking back at the two of you and raising his fists before flinging it open and looking inside. A few seconds later, he poked his head back out, his shoulders raised into a shrug. “Nothing here either, peanut.”

“Are you sure?” She was looking around him towards the wardrobe, still suspicious.

He smiled and kneeled down in front of both of you. “Have I ever been wrong before?”

She shook her head resolutely and Dean’s grin widened as he took her from your lap into his arms. “Then, you’re perfectly safe.” He spun around and playfully threw her onto the bed, slowing to gently tuck the covers around her. “Don’t be afraid, peanut. No monsters are going to get you here.”

Big green eyes looked up at Dean and you, full of trust. “Winchester guarantee?”

You smiled at the familiar phrase Dean had taught her every time he went off on a hunt and promised to come back home. “Winchester guarantee,” he echoed, kissing her forehead and moving aside so you could kiss her too. “Sleep tight, peanut.”

“Sweet dreams, baby,” you whispered. After she closed her eyes, you stood and followed Dean to the door, flipping off the lights and softly closing it behind you. As soon as the latch clicked, you turned to your husband, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Best monster catcher in the world, huh?”

“Hey, she’s your daughter,” he laughed, leaning down to kiss you, slow and sweet.

“Mmm,” you muttered. “My incredibly fearless daughter who’s suddenly afraid of a monster under her bed. You haven’t been telling her more war stories, have you, Dean?”

“Me?” he scoffed. “Never.”

You laughed. “Oh, sure…”

“Hey, it’s not like it’s impossible. We know what’s out there. She’s just advanced for her age.” He puffed out his chest with pride. “Just like her dad.”

You shook your head, still chuckling. “You have been telling her stories!”

He moved to kiss you again, stopping just before he reached your lips. “How else is she going to become the next best hunter in the world?”

You pushed onto your tiptoes for a second, your lips briefly pecking his. “How about we wait until she turns six, huh?”

“Deal,” he promised with a grin, interlacing his fingers with yours and pulling you back down the hallway towards your room. “And don’t you worry, babe, I’ll make sure I guard you against any monsters too. I’ll be very thorough.”

The sound of your laughter followed you all the way into your bedroom.

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Assassin's Rose

Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Violence, Death, Smut, Angst, Swearing

Summary: Kelley Shupe is just your average, 27-year-old woman. At least, that’s what she wants you to think. But if you’re not careful, you will find yourself at the business end of a 45 caliber pistol. And if you were lucky, that would be the end. Being the only daughter of two of the world’s greatest assassins was bound to have its advantages. By the age of sixteen, Kelley had already racked up a decent body count. Even after the untimely death of her parents, Kelley continued to learn and grow, until she was regarded as one of the best in the country. Dubbed Madam Rose by those who heard of her, there was none who could match her skill. But when a secret is revealed that threatens to break her, she must put aside her pride and work with the least likely ally imaginable; the same man she was contracted to kill. Convincing Dean Winchester and company won’t be easy, and if Kelley isn’t careful herself, she could lose everything she holds dear.

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Assassin’s Rose is two stories in one, as you’ll see in further chapters. Aside from the first chapter, and a few other exceptions, Kelley’s chapters will be in the past, Dean’s chapters are ‘current time’. Chapter links are below the cut.

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Chapter One: Best in the Business - Current Time

Chapter Two: The Rose - Ten Years Previous

Chapter Three: Nighty Night - Current Time

Chapter Four: Time to Play - Ten Years Previous

Chapter Five: Thirteen Years - Current Time

Chapter Six: From Bad to Worse - Ten Years Previous

Chapter Seven: Everything About You - Current Time

Chapter Eight: Interrogation - Ten Years Previous

Chapter Nine: Fight for Her - Current Time

Chapter Ten: I Win - Ten Years Previous

Chapter Eleven: Victim - Current Time

Chapter Twelve: Up in Flames - Ten Years Previous

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All Natural

A Supernatural Story

~Dean gets throws a fit when Little Dean refuses to cooperate, and in a moment of frustration makes a decision that has interesting effects on everyone in the Bunker.~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

8,200 Words

Warnings:  NSFW. Lots and Lots of sex. All kinds of sex. All sorts of adult things. Also, sex pollen

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Enhance your love life!

Show it AND grow it!

Feel twenty-two all over again!

Dean slammed his laptop closed, annoyed at all the popup ads he was suddenly getting. “What the fuck with these,” he mumbled, catching Sam’s attention. 

Hazel eyes lifted from the book in his hands and a smirk played upon his lips. “You know you can ad-block, right?” 

“Oh yeah, Zuckerberg? I tried that. They just keep emailing me and popping up on my screen.” Dean pushed the computer away and slumped in his chair. “It’s freakin’ annoying!”

Sam carefully turned the page and laughed silently, amused at Dean’s ire. “Maybe if you stayed off the porn sites you wouldn’t pick up so many viruses…”

Dean snapped, leaning forward. “Pornhub is a legitimate website and I have not once gotten a virus off of them, thank you very much.” 

“What about ‘bigchiefs-bear-dungeon.com’?” 

Green eyes widened and plump lips dropped. Dean gasped in shock and defense. “I do not-”

Sam’s lifted brow cut him off. 

“Shut up. It was one time!” 

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Overcoming Writer's Block

Write the bits you enjoy first

You enjoy writing the action, the environment the introspection? Go for it! Get that gold written down.

I really enjoy writing dialogue, my draft chapters read like a play with the thoughts and descriptive sections added in later.

Skip ahead to the parts of the story that excite you

This, this, this.

Stuck on a transition chapter? Skip ahead to one of the dramatic/fluffy/nsfw parts of the story that you have been head-cannoning about from the start. Not only will it keep you writing, it may remind you to include any foreshadowing you had in mind for earlier chapters and when you eventually get to your pre-drafted chapter you will love your past self when it's already half written.

Get in the right frame of mind

Put your playlist on, spend time visualising, look at the picture or prompt that inspired you. Whatever drives your muse reconnect with it and begin jotting your ideas down once more

Take a break

Sometimes a cup of tea will do it, other times you need a day. On occasion I've taken a week or more off just to breathe and recharge the batteries.

Look after yourself first.

It can be hard if you have frequent commentors or people really eagerly following your story, the pressure whether self inflicted or from external influences is real. But everyone else can wait. You write for you first, when and if you decide to share your work rest assured we'll all still be here cheering you on.

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