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I feel every single word of this.

It does help a tiny bit knowing this is a widespread problem for so many creators, but it still hurts.

It still makes me wonder if the 10 comments for a piece of work that took me months to write is truly worth it.

I hope creators keep posting about the interaction problem that is literally ending writers careers (for want of a better word) and is killing fandoms.

Most of us do this for free while having a whole ‘offline’ life: full time jobs, full time students, mothers, fathers, carers.

We are writing for ourselves. It’s our escape. It’s how we de-stress and take ourselves away from our problems. Just like reading or enjoying someone’s art is your escape.

So please leave a comment. Please leave some feedback. Please drop us a DM and tell us we cheered you up or made your day, because I guarantee doing so is what you’d be doing for us 💖

As I often do, I've seen a few posts going around lately lamenting the lack of interaction with fanfiction/fanart here on Tumblr as well as AO3, but after reading a particular comment last night I just need to say this:

If someone tells you that the lack of response to sharing their writing is making them feel so upset that they're thinking of quitting writing altogether, don't tell them that's not a good mindset to have and they should just have fun with it and write for themselves. (have you just tried not being sad? you'll feel so much better!)

Even if you're a writer who felt that way once upon a time but then you changed your mindset so that you don't rely on others' feedback for validation and now you're so much happier, that's not helpful. Because that's obviously not what the person who is feeling sad and defeated is able to do right now, and for most writers/creators that's never going to be possible.

And it shouldn't have to be.

Especially here. Especially fanfiction.

Fanfiction is something that's created because someone loves something and wants to share it with others who love the same thing. And this is specifically a fandom space, somewhere that is supposed to be a community where discussion and dialogue can and is encouraged to happen between the people who write and the people who read. So when there's radio silence when you share something in this kind of space, do you really not see how that would be discouraging?

Because of course I write for myself - I would never get anything down on the page if I didn't - but I share because ultimately I want someone else out there to read what I wrote, and with any luck, to get some joy out of it. But if no one tells me they did, how am I supposed to know? As far as I know I've just been yelling into the void. As far as I know, all that work wasn't worth it.

A metaphor I've seen as an example is that it would be like having someone invite you over and cooking an entire delicious, heartfelt meal, you eat it all without saying anything, and then just leave. Do you not see how that would be upsetting?

We put so much of ourselves into what we write, bits of our hearts and souls and the things that we love and are exploring and are interested in or confused about. It's such a vulnerable thing to share something you've created, so when you tell someone that they shouldn't care if someone else reads what they wrote or tells them that they liked it, you're dismissing a very real and valid experience for so many creators out there.

Because regardless of how slow or fast a writer is, or how big or small their fandom is, it's still hard and takes time and energy and dedication and love - all of it in between our day to day lives from the mundanities to the heartbreaks - to even get something to the point where we're comfortable sharing.

Now, I know that not everyone thinks that writers are silly or selfish or entitled when they ask for feedback. Before I started writing again after many, many years, the main reason I didn't really comment on fics very often wasn't because I didn't think that the authors deserved feedback, it was more that I didn't really think that it would matter. That my comments would just be noted - if read at all - and brushed aside and then they would continue on about their day.

I could not have possible been more wrong. You might think you're just one person and it's just one comment but it's amazing how it can turn a day (or week, or month) around. How it can encourage someone to finish a story, or make a connection they'd been struggling with, or even just manage to add 500 words to a WIP. It is truly incredible to hear that someone loved something I wrote, and if you've ever commented on or reblogged one of my fics, please know that it truly means the world to me.

I've gone through a rough time with all of this lately myself, but I'm doing a bit better now (for the moment), so I just wanted to say this, in part to remind myself when it inevitably gets hard again:

If you're reading this, whether you're a friend or you've never seen me on your dash and never will again: I'm sorry it hurts right now. I'm sorry you feel discouraged and lonely, that it doesn't feel like it's worth it anymore, that you're struggling to find a reason to continue.

But I desperately hope that you keep writing. I hope you keep sharing. You're worth it. I know it's hard, and if you don't want to and you're just tired of the cycle of giving so much of yourself and getting so little in return, I understand that, too. It's ok to be in your feelings about it, it's ok to feel drained by it, and even though knowing you're not alone in your experience doesn't change anything and it still sucks, it's normal and valid and there's nothing wrong with you feeling the way that you do.

But I hope that you are able to find the joy in it again, because you deserve it. ❤️

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100% what @zepskies has suggested. Take the pressure off the ending by editing or polishing up what you have so far. Write down your thoughts and feelings, and any quotes or songs that come to mind. If the story took a different turn than you expected or planned for, think about why and what made you change directions.

Sometimes taking a step back and appreciating what you’ve achieved so far, rather than focusing on what’s still to come, can give you the push you need to get to the ending.

If you’re still a little stuck, ask someone you trust or admire to read over it and see if they can help you brainstorm or find a direction to go in 💖

I've hit a complete wall where I can't finish one of my WIPs, it really needs just an ending but for the love of god I can't do it and I physically can't focus on any of my other works...😑

Does anyone have any tips to get out of that slump? I've tried already nicely (using coffee as a treat) but it didn't work..😆

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Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

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Thank you @deans-queen 💖

There are so many others that have probably already been mentioned a few times already, but a writer can’t hear this too many times. So, to all the writers I love and who inspire me: @negans-lucille-tblr @thinkinghardhardlythinking @jensengirl83 @zepskies @wayward-dreamer you guys are all kinds of awesome 😘💖

That feeling tho when you find that fic writer that just absolutely fucking

understands the characters to their core

writes so well they–just so–they just—their writing is—-THEY WRITE GOOD

shatters your bad mood with a new update

writes a fic that you can read over again and still clutch at your heart like HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE–I LOVE THIS FIC

writes a scene that has you all giddy in public and that one random stranger asks you like “ooo you are smiling :) :) is that a boy :) you are talking to :)” and you’re like “no I’m reading a Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU, please leave”

understands and portrays the characters better than the people who make MOVIES with those characters

amazing. just amazing. fic writers are awesome

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Signal boosting for this gorgeous human! She is amazing and honestly, her comms never disappoint! 💖

I’ve decided to open up one comm spot. If anyone is interested let me know your ideas and I’ll pick my fave 🥰

More info about my comms here:

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Yay! I’m so glad you liked it ☺️

Thanks for reading lovely 💖

Taken for Granted, Part Two

Summary: Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, misunderstandings, language, making up, fluff, smut, p in v

Bingo Square: Make Up Sex for @j3bingo

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I sincerely hope this doesn’t disappoint… a few comments I’ve had seem to want this to be a bigger thing than it is, but it was always only going to be a fight and needy make up sex.

Though I make no promises, what I will say is that this was my first time writing for Beau and I kinda fell in love with this little family, so maybe I’ll go back to these guys and investigate their past a little more, who knows?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the submission for the Make Up Sex square for @j3bingo. And another thank you to @writethelifeyouwant for beta’ing for me (even though I added another little part once you sent it back to me because apparently I can’t help myself 🤷🏼‍♀️)

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The next few days were nothing short of torture for Beau. Y/N’s code of silence had spread to include Maisie and he didn’t know why. He thought everything was fine between them, and it was his wife he was in the doghouse with, but he seemed to have unknowingly upset his daughter again, too.

Regardless, he did everything in his power to be home in time for dinner and hadn’t even entertained the thought of going for drinks after work this past week. When Jenny asked him to go for a beer last night, he’d said no, that he spent enough time with the people in this office and was going home to spend time with his wife and daughter. When she had insisted, he reminded her that as her happily married boss and the sheriff of this town, they needed to maintain a professional relationship at all times. Jenny had tried to play it down, but his years as a detective meant that he saw right through it. He told her that he was her boss and her friend, but that was all he’d ever be.

Beau initially thought that maybe Y/N was jealous of Jenny for some reason and that was why she’d had such an extreme reaction to that night in the bar, but seeing for himself that Jenny did have feelings for him, made him see the whole situation in a different light.

He’d told Jenny when he left that night not to expect him for the next few days and that she was in charge–he was going to take a well overdue long-weekend–and to only call him if it were truly life or death, and that he’d see her on Tuesday.

Maisie was going on a school field trip for the weekend, and he would be the one to drop her off, using the journey as an excuse to talk to her and find out what was going on. He was also planning to use his weekend off to make it up to Y/N.

His home and his family were always happy and bubbly and filled with joy, and he hated that his sanctuary, his happy place, had a huge dark cloud looming over it. He was going to fix it. He needed to.

“Did you pack a first aid kit?” Y/N asked with Maisie stuck in her suffocating embrace.

“Yes, mom.” This had been going on for five minutes now, and Maisie couldn’t hide her impatience if she tried.

“Pepper spray? You know you might come across bears or badgers or possums in the mountains,” Y/N questioned.

“Yes, Mom! Can I go now? I’m going to be late!”

“Okay,” Y/N pressed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and finally let her go. “Have fun, and be careful.”

“Yes, Mom.” Maisie playfully rolled her eyes.

“I love you, honey.” Y/N’s voice caught as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Love you too,” Maisie smiled as she grabbed her backpack and walked out the door.

“You know she’ll be back in three days, right?” Beau smiled softly at her, his heart aching at seeing her so hung up about being away from their daughter for the weekend.

“I know. It just makes me think about her leaving for college, even if it is still two years away.”

“Me too,” Beau nodded solemnly. “Are you coming straight home after work?”

“I’ll be home around six,” Y/N nodded. The conversation was still a little stilted between them, but at least she was talking to him.

“Alright, I’ll cook. Maybe we can share a bottle of wine? Have a quiet night in, and make the most of the empty house. What d’ya say, darlin’?”

“You’re going to cook?” Y/N smirked, and he grinned at her look of complete disbelief. “The last time you attempted that, you nearly burned the house down!” she laughed and he was quick to join her.

“When I say cook, what I mean is buy some meat and fire up the grill,” Beau said, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear with a smile.

“That would be nice,” she smiled back. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I love you,” Beau said, hoping this time she’d say it back and not murmur an ‘uh huh’ like she’d done for the past week.

“I love you, too.” Y/N walked closer to him, lifted onto her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. 

“So, are you excited for this?” Beau asked Maisie once they were driving down the street.

“Uh huh,” Maisie replied, her fingers flying across her phone as she typed something to someone.

“The house is gonna be quiet without you. Too quiet,” he chuckled, trying again.

“Uh huh,” she replied again, putting her phone away and turning her head to look out the window. She was so much like her mother that Beau often wondered where his genes had landed in her.

“You know, at least when your mom gives me the silent treatment, I know why. You wanna tell me what’s going on here?” Beau glanced over to her, and he could see her chewing on her bottom lip—another trait she got from her mother—and he knew she was just about ready to crack open. “Come on, talk to me, baby girl. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I’m tryna fix.”

“Are you cheating on Mom with Hoyt?” Maisie finally asked, saying Jenny’s name with a disdain Beau had never heard from her before.

“No. Absolutely not.” It was an automatic response, one that needed no pause or dancing around; it was irrefutable.

“Then why did you lie to Mom about where you were the night of my hockey game?” she countered and Beau could see her eyes beginning to water.

“I didn’t lie, I–”

“You told Mom you caught a case, but the next day, I saw the photos of you and her that night in a bar!”

“Listen to me, Maze, please? That night after work, I went for drinks with Jenny because she really needed a friend and I was there for her. Nothing happened then, has ever happened, or will ever happen between us because I love your mom.”

“Then why did you lie about it?”

“I didn’t. Your mom knows where I was. She tore me a new one when I got home, and she knows I’d never, ever do that to her. She still got pretty pissed at me for that night though, and how those photos look and what they’d look like to you. And, on some serious reflection, I completely understand why she was so upset.

“When I missed your game and your phone calls which–just so you know–I’m still beating myself up over, Mom made up the story about catching a case so that you wouldn’t be more upset than you already were.”

“So… Mom lied?”

“To protect you,” Beau responded. “And, I think, to hit home just how much I was hurting you and her with the late nights at the office and the too frequent bar visits.”

“There really isn’t anything going on? Because those photos are…”

“Bad. I know,” Beau nodded. “Emotions were running high that night for Jenny and I didn’t see it at the time, but I’ve since realised that she has some… feelings for me. I promise I’ve shut it down. I’ve explained that I am her friend, but I’m also her boss. Her happily married boss, and that we need to maintain professional boundaries.”

“Does Mom know that?” Maisie asked as the car came to a stop outside the high school.

“Well, I think you know that she’s not speaking to me right now, but I’ve taken a few days off and tonight I’m gonna fire up the grill and talk to her.”

“Good, because I don’t want you and Mom to get divorced,” Maisie whispered and Beau pulled her into a hug.

“We’re not getting a divorce, baby girl. Your mom and I have been through a hell of a lot worse than this and it hasn’t broken us. I promise this won’t either, okay?”

Beau’s heart broke for his little girl and it strengthened his resolve to fix his mess and never make the same mistake again.

Although Y/N was warming up to him again, he still made sure to do everything he could to gain some extra brownie points. He mowed the lawn, fixed the leaking tap, and oiled the garage doors so they wouldn’t sound like a screaming banshee every time they opened. Everything that had been on Y/N’s to-do list for weeks had been done.

Beau prepped the grill and set the dining table using the so-called “fancy” plates and wine glasses that Y/N only used for special occasions. A dozen red roses stood proudly in a vase between two candlesticks, and he’d lit a couple of her favourite scented candles, dotting their glass holders around the table. 

To top everything off, after he’d dropped Maisie at school, he drove across town to go to the bakery she loved and got her favourite dessert. He’d then gone back across town to buy dinner and made sure he picked up her favourite wine from the liquor store. Tonight he was going all out.

With everything done, Beau showered and trimmed his beard, painstakingly making sure it was the length Y/N liked it. He dressed smart and used the aftershave she’d bought him for Christmas.

He knew his wife, and though he knew everything he’d done around the house would go a long way to getting back into her good graces, the biggest thing he could do was make an effort. To buy her favourite wine or dessert, to wear his hair and beard the way she liked it, to wear the scent she loved on him. Those are the things that would mean the most to her because he’d done it for her.

When Y/N got home, Beau was in the backyard checking on the grill. She strolled through the house, smiling at the perfectly set dining table and beautiful flowers. She paused to smell them and felt a flutter in her stomach as she saw the candles and a bottle of her favourite red, open and breathing next to two crystal glasses. Walking into the kitchen, she headed over to the open French doors, leaned against their frame and watched her husband stoking the coals in the grill.

“Don’t you look handsome! I feel very underdressed,” she said, smirking as he jumped slightly at her voice and turned towards her.

“You look beautiful as you are, darlin’, but there’s time to freshen up if you want to.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N bit her lip in an effort to stop her growing grin.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Beau smirked as he put the lid on the grill down and slowly edged towards her.

“The lawn, the garage, the wine, the flowers… you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?” Beau grinned, knowing that it was. For twenty years he’d been playing her like a symphony. By this point, he was a maestro. 

“Maybe…” Y/N chuckled as Beau slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into his solid body.

“How can I change that ‘maybe’ to a ‘yes’?” Beau murmured, running his hands up and down her back.

“Hmm,” she hummed as a shiver ran through her body at the feeling of his hands touching her. “Well, you’re getting close.”

“Is that so?” Beau smiled and pecked her lips… jaw… neck.

His beard tickled her skin and made her shiver, and her knees weakened with every stroke of his large, warm hands up and down her spine. Gently, Beau pushed her away from the door and back into the house, only stopping when the kitchen island prevented them from going any further.

Beau pulled his lips from her throat and settled his gaze on hers. Softly gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head up and brought his lips to meet hers. The kiss started with soft, slow pecks before he became impatient and began licking at her lips, begging for permission to deepen their connection.

Y/N’s hands slid around his shoulders and pulled him closer as their tongues met in a passionate kiss. Beau had missed this. Missed her. Y/N was an affectionate person, and it wasn’t something she usually withdrew when she was mad because it was a punishment for her too. But he’d really fucked up this time and so she’d not only withdrawn her affections, she’d withdrawn herself from him completely.

He knew it wasn’t all him; she had some deep-rooted insecurities that came from her childhood. Always feeling like she wasn’t good enough or didn’t belong had plagued her growing up. Then when she chose not to go into the family business, she felt she was a disappointment. The black sheep. Different–and not in a good way.

Y/N had always told Beau that it was him who made those insecurities go away, and the few times they had snuck back in, comforting words of love and praise would usually get her out of it. This time though, when he’d likely been instrumental in her insecurities coming back, he wasn’t sure it’d be that easy.

“I’m sorry,” Beau spoke, breaking their kiss. “I know what I did was wrong and I know how much I hurt you.”

“And Maisie,” Y/N added. “What happened there, by the way?”

Beau sighed loudly, the conversation this morning with his daughter replaying in his mind. “She saw the photos and thought I was having an affair with Jenny.”

“Beau-”

“I know, Y/N. I talked to her and straightened everything out, okay? Maisie is fine now. And while we’re kinda on the subject, I’ve set things straight with Jenny, too. You were right, there are feelings on her side, but I do not reciprocate them, and I told her that. I love you, baby. Always have, always will.”

“I know,” Y/N smiled softly, and Beau saw some of her worries melt away from her furrowed brow. “Thank you for what you’ve done to fix things with Maze. And for the Jenny thing.”

“No need for thanks, darlin’. I’m only doing what’s right by my family.”

“I know, but I appreciate it all the same.” Y/N’s hands slid up his neck and into his hair, gently tugging on its length. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Never doubted it, baby,” Beau winked and cupped her cheeks with his large palms. “And you know you’re my only girl, right? That it’ll only ever be you.”

“Never doubted it, baby.” Y/N grinned

After dinner, Beau and Y/N settled onto the sofa to watch a movie but found themselves too distracted to watch it. Beau’s hand squeezed at her thigh and steadily crept higher and higher up her leg. Y/N’s hand curled around his neck, and her nails gently scraped over his skin and into his hair.

The gentle touches turned into soft kisses which heated up quickly until the pair were making out on the sofa like a couple of teenagers.

“Not to push my luck here or anything, I know I’m still on shaky ground, but do you wanna move this upstairs?” Beau said as he reluctantly pulled away from her lips.

“I’d like that. A lot. I missed you,” Y/N replied.

Beau untangled his limbs from hers and stood from the sofa. He held his hand out and helped her stand and together, made their way to their bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself how I got to be the one that married you.” Beau rasped as he crawled up the bed. He was going to ease any concerns she still had by worshipping her.

“I love this body,” he continued as his hands trailed under her shirt. “So sexy, and always so responsive to my touch.” Beau slid his hands under her shirt, over her lace bra, and cupped her breasts with his large palms, smirking when he heard her gasp.

“I love these breasts and that little sigh that you make every time I touch them.” He slid his hands down, gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind him.

“I love the little whimper you give me when I do this…” he pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her pebbled nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he hummed as he sucked greedily on it.

Y/N whimpered and tossed her head back. “Beau, please,” she begged, her hands gripping his hair and pulling.

“You like that, don’t ya, darlin’?” Beau pulled his lips from her sweet bud and switched to using his fingers to tease and tweak. “Like it when I play with these,” he murmured as he massaged her chest.

“Baby, please,” Y/N begged again. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight.”

Beau pulled away from her and kneeled on the bed. He quickly removed his shirt and threw it on the floor where it met hers. Standing from the bed, Beau took off his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them to his ankles and kicked them off.

Turning his gaze back to Y/N, he chuckled seeing that she was completely naked and looking at him expectantly.

“What?” she asked innocently, spreading her legs.

“You’re killing me, darlin’.”

“Then get rid of the underwear and get over here,” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, ma’am!” Beau grinned as he shoved the offending item off and pounced on the bed, making Y/N laugh. 

Covering her body with his, Beau kissed up her body starting at her tummy and working up to her neck. Y/N’s little gasps and moans were driving him wild.

“I love being the only one who sees you like this. That all of this is for me,” Beau placed kisses over her throat, knowing exactly what he was doing. Knowing exactly how to play her. “And that I’m all yours. Always have been and always will be. I love you more than you could ever know. It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Softly, gently, Beau pushed himself into her, gasping when he couldn’t go any further. The moan he let out made Y/N melt, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck, Beau!” she gasped when he pulled himself from her and pushed back in.

“That’s my good girl, taking me so well. You’re perfect, baby. Made just for me,” Beau murmured between kisses to her lips, and slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good. Bet I feel just as good inside of you, huh?”

“Fuck, Beau, you’re so big, stretching me, making me feel so full,” Y/N screamed. “Feels so good, baby.”

“I’m sorry I’ve taken you for granted since we got here, darlin’. You were right the other day when you said I was taking on cases I shouldn’t,” Beau spoke but continued to thrust at a slow, deep pace, driving Y/N wild and wanton for his praise and carnal affections.

“At first, the change of pace was good and I was enjoying it. Then Poppernak got shot and I stepped in to be Hoyt’s partner. But, when Pop came back, I got bored being stuck behind a desk and wanted back in on the action. So, I’d fall behind on paperwork, work late, go drinking to let off some steam and discuss cases with the team.”

Beau paused the push and pull of his hips, switching to stay fully seated and grind against her. His gaze held hers, soft and full of love and admiration for his wife.

“Nothing happened with me and Jenny and I didn’t want anything to happen. It’s only ever been you. There has never, ever, been a time when I’ve even considered stepping out of our marriage. You’re mine and I’m yours and nothing will ever change that.”

Beau was driving Y/N delirious with his grinding hips, hitting the most sacred places inside her. The sex was always good, but their lovemaking had always been incredible. The way he made her feel meant that he could’ve told her anything and she’d believe him, but she knew him; she knew he meant every single word that he said. None of this was the heat of the moment, all of it was completely and utterly true.

“No, I’m sorry, Beau. I shouldn’t have thrown that at you. I know how hard it was to take this job, to choose a quieter and safer life than what we had in Houston.” Y/N gasped as she clung to his shoulders, her entire body was on fire and only he could put it out.

“Baby, I need more of you. Will you let me go deeper?” Beau moaned through his thrusts.

“Yes,” Y/N mumbled, whimpering as he slipped from her and she turned onto her front, shifting onto her hands and knees.

With no effort at all, Beau slid straight home again. The new position forced her to open wider to him and engulf his throbbing member entirely. Her contracting walls sucked him in and squeezed, holding him within her for an extra few seconds.

Pulling out, Beau’s eyes locked on where their bodies joined. Seeing the way Y/N stretched to accommodate him made him growl and his eyes roll as he pushed back in.

“Fuck, darlin’, can’t believe you’d ever think I wanted anything other than this perfect little pussy. So soft and wet, feels like heaven,” Beau mumbled as he lay over her and pressed kisses to her shoulder blades and down her spine.

“Beau, baby, I’m-” Y/N moaned, completely wrecked and he loved it. There was no sweeter sound from his wife than her falling apart on his cock.

“I know, darlin’, I know. And I gotcha, baby. I’ve always gotcha. Let go for me, that’s my good girl.” Beau grunted, his hips speeding up and snapping into her harder.

Y/N whined every time he pushed into her, his throbbing cock hitting that sweet spot inside before coming to rest at its hilt, grinding into her cervix with his sensitive tip.

Having as much as she could take, Y/N came with a scream. The tension he’d built so perfectly in her snapped and her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

Beau wasn’t far behind and with one last push as far as he could go, he stilled within her, profanities spilling from his mouth as his orgasm coated her velvet walls.

“I love you, Y/N,” Beau whispered between kisses on her shoulders and neck. “Always have, always will.”

THE END

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Oops, I did it again! Another year, another round of this amazingly fun bingo! Let’s do this! 💖

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Aww, shucks! Thank you @jacklesversebingo for putting on an amazing bingo and being a cheerleader for all of the participants ☺️

Bring on round 2! 💖

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Spring in Fall - Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!Female Reader Scent Bond

Take Care of You - Jensen Ackles x Female Reader Established Relationship

The One That Got Away Timestamp: Adopting Miracle - Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader "Guess I'm just a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys."

When the Lines Blur, Part Three - Jensen Ackles x Female Reader Family Drama

When the Lines Blur, Part Four - Jensen Ackles x Female Reader Someone Gets Serenaded

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Big announcement regarding the future of my writing...

As far as tumblr is concerned, I'm still not going to be posting fics on here for the foreseeable. Any fanfic I post going forward will be memebrs exclusive.

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Jake Gray (Devour)

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Jack Durfy (Buddy Games)

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Jason Teague (Smallville)

Jake Gray (Devour)

Priestly (Ten Inch Hero)

Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

Dean Winchester (SPN/The Winchesters)

Jack Durfy (Buddy Games)

Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys)

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

Russell Shaw (Tracker)

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When the Lines Blur Masterlist

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Jeffrey Dean Morgan have been a successful porn couple for a few years. When Jeff decides it’s time for him to retire, he helps Y/N find his replacement who might become more than just a porn partner.

Series Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader | Reader x Others (mentioned) | Jensen Ackles x Reader | Jensen Ackles x Original Female Character

Rating: 18+ Only

Warnings: tw: porn, tw: filming porn, tw: stepfather/stepdaughter porn, tw: teacher/student porn, language, p in v, daddy kink, creampie, mentions of drugs, oral sex (f and m rec), angst, family drama, sick mother, strict father, shame, disownment, flirting, angst, jealousy, bitchiness, mentions of drug use, feelings, heart-to-heart, fools in love, kissing.

Total Word Count: 10k

A/N: Please consider leaving feedback, a comment, a keyboard smash… they really do fuel a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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Ahahaha! I see what you did there!

Thanks for asking me about this one! I hope it is delicious when it’s finished 😘💖

Please tell me more about chef Jensen.

Ooh… good choice! This one is going to be at least two parts. But if you know me, you know I’m a wordy bitch so this has the potential to totally get away from me 🥴

Jensen is living his dream as a chef. It’s all he’s ever wanted. When he’s introduced to Gen’s best friend, Y/N, whom Jared has long told him is “perfect” for him, he finds something he never even realised he’d been missing, and six months later, he’s shopping for an engagement ring.

But then Jensen gets the chance to go to one of the top culinary schools in the world, meaning he’d have to move to Paris for at least two years, leaving Y/N behind as she pursues her own dream career prospects…

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Hello hello 😊

Okay, for the WIP Tag Game what about:

"2) Whatever it Takes" ?

Sounds kinda dark but could also be just determanating. 🤭🤦🏼‍♀️

Hey hey beautiful!

Not dark, ANGSTY 🫣

After his divorce from Y/N, Beau decides to follow her and their daughter to Helena, Montana, to be a better father. When Beau and Y/N get trapped together by a snowstorm, a nostalgic trip down memory lane makes her ask the question she’s never had an answer to: what happened?

“I don’t understand, Beau. What happened to ‘whatever it takes’?”

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I can’t give you what it’s gonna take. And you deserve better than that. You both do.”

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Please tell me more about chef Jensen.

Ooh… good choice! This one is going to be at least two parts. But if you know me, you know I’m a wordy bitch so this has the potential to totally get away from me 🥴

Jensen is living his dream as a chef. It’s all he’s ever wanted. When he’s introduced to Gen’s best friend, Y/N, whom Jared has long told him is “perfect” for him, he finds something he never even realised he’d been missing, and six months later, he’s shopping for an engagement ring.

But then Jensen gets the chance to go to one of the top culinary schools in the world, meaning he’d have to move to Paris for at least two years, leaving Y/N behind as she pursues her own dream career prospects…

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WIP Tag Game

I was tagged in this game by the gorgeous @deanwinchesterswitch 💖💖

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1) All She Needs

2) Whatever it Takes

3) Second Chances

4) Untitled Doctor Dean

5) Untitled Chef Jensen

I have way more than five, but these are probably the ones that are most ‘active’. 🤣

I don’t know who’s already been tagged, so I’ll leave this as an open invitation for anyone to play!

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This is just fluff overload, isn’t it? I had so much fun writing this 🥰💖

Spring in Fall

Summary: Jensen Ackles has spent his whole adult life in front of the camera, but now he wants something more. Something he’s not been able to find yet: an omega to settle down with. When Y/N Y/L/N arrived on the set of Supernatural, the alpha may just find all he’s ever wanted – his true mate.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Scent Bond for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: Omegaverse, A/B/O dynamics (no smut or anatomy talk), fluff, scenting.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This WIP has sat unfinished for over a year. When I got the ‘Scent Bond’ bingo square for Jacklesverse, I just knew this would be the perfect fill and found my fluffy bone long enough to get this finished! I hope you love this absolute floof 😘

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Jensen was irritable. That much was obvious from the Goddamn moon. In fact, irritable was too polite a word for what he was. His ruts were no joke since he hit forty, knowing that his biology dictated he should’ve settled with a mate long before now. The problem was work always got in the way.

If it wasn’t sixteen hour filming days, it was every other weekend at conventions. If it wasn’t conventions, it was catching up on sleep; if it wasn’t sleep, it was an awards show, corporate event, or some other function he was obligated by contract to attend.

Jared had been lucky in finding his true mate on set, and Jensen always hoped the same fate might come to him, but so far, twelve seasons into the show, it hadn’t happened and his hope was starting to wain.

He couldn’t deny that he wanted what all his family and friends had. He was lonely—not that he liked to admit that out loud to many people. All that would achieve is a sudden string of blind dates that always ended in disaster.

The alarm on his phone went off with the reminder to buy a present for his nephew’s birthday, and when he registered the date, he frowned. Quickly, Jensen ran through the math in his head, and his frown deepened. He wasn’t due a rut for another week.

Then why was he so on edge?

“Mr. Ackles? They need you on set in five.” One of the PAs, Riley, he thinks, shouts through his trailer door.

“Alright, thanks,” Jensen calls back, trying to put it to the back of his mind for now. He had a job to do, and if Jensen was anything, he was a professional. He would never let personal issues bleed into his professional life.

Plus, they had a very important guest star for the next couple of months. Y/N Y/L/N had signed on for an eight-episode story arc, and everyone was excited. She was the most popular actress the network had ever had on their books. She was making waves in the acting world, and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before she moved to a bigger network or the big screen and began cashing in on prestigious award wins.

Not only that, but Jensen had a massive crush on the beautiful omega, and Dean would be having a really good time with her sassy, sexy character for the duration of her time here. He knew it was unlikely that she’d be his true mate, but maybe, if he played his cards right, she’d at least go on a date with him, and things might work out for them. Plenty of couples he knew weren’t true mates and life was great for them.

“Can you smell that?” Y/N asked no one in particular in the hair and makeup trailer.

“Smell what?” Jared asked from the hair chair.

“Leather, and…” she turned her head and sniffed again. “Sandalwood. Mmm, whiskey.” She felt her cheeks heat up and a tingle in her belly that wasn’t wholly unfamiliar to her; neither was the scent she was detecting. It smelled like home. “Spearmint, too?”

Jared smirked through the mirror at Frida, the hair lady, and Y/N caught the grin on the makeup lady, Tanya’s, face. “What?” she asked. Tanya just shook her head, her grin getting wider.

“Come on, Tanya! There’s something you’re not telling me! What is it?” she whined and pouted playfully.

“Jeez, don’t give me that look!” Tanya laughed. “Damn it! Or those eyes!” she stepped away, laughing harder, when Y/N pulled out the big guns. “You know, Jared, Y/N’s puppy eyes are better than yours!”

Jared laughed and mumbled something that sounded a lot like: “Jensen’s gonna be in so much trouble!” as he looked over at the confused omega, who was still subtly sniffing the air with an adorable frown on her face.

“Is it getting hotter in here?” Y/N suddenly exclaimed. “My God, it’s hot,” she fanned herself with her script, feeling the heat rise from her toes upwards as if she’d just sat in a tub filled with water that was too hot. “Can we open the door or something?”

“Sure, I got it,” Frida said as she left Jared in the hair chair and opened the door to the trailer. “Jensen!” she gasped as she opened the door and saw the green-eyed actor reaching for the handle. “You scared me!” she giggled and stepped back, allowing the tall alpha to enter the trailer.

As soon as Jensen stepped inside, he stopped short, his green eyes blown wide and pupils dilating at the sight of his famous crush sitting in what was usually his makeup chair. She looked beautiful with her big doe eyes as wide as his and her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

Jensen stepped out of his trailer and took a deep breath of fresh air, frowning at the scent he caught on the wind. It smelled like home. Like The Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden in the springtime, to be exact. Cherry blossom, lilac and honeysuckle all mixed in with a hint of lavender, making his mouth water. But that was impossible. Except for the lavender, those flowers only appeared in the spring or early summer. It was October.

He didn’t think they’d have flowers on set for any reason, but he supposed that didn’t mean someone didn’t get sent a bouquet or something. The smell of lilac was unmistakable to him; his mom had a huge lilac bush in her backyard, and he’d grown up with it. He’d know that smell a mile off.

Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of home, he continued towards the set. He was really excited to work with Y/N, and he hoped she was as sweet and kind as he’d always heard she was. Nothing was worse than having professional respect for someone, meeting them, and finding their personality or attitude lacking.

Jensen spotted Rich across the lot and walked towards him to welcome him. The kind beta was directing again, and Jensen wanted to greet him properly and make sure he knew where to go if he needed anything. Not that Rich needed the reminder, but Jensen was nothing if he wasn’t a gentleman.

“Hey man, good to see you again,” Jensen said as he greeted Rich with a hug.

“Looking good, Jensen. How are you doing?” Rich asked.

“Ah, you know,” Jensen said simply. Rich was one of the few people who knew how desperate he was to find a mate, settle down and have a few pups of his own instead of always being the fun uncle.

“She’s out there, Jay. And I have a feeling she’s closer than you think!” he smirked.

“Ha!” Jensen scoffed. “You sound like Jared! He’s convinced Y/N’ll turn out to be my true mate!” he chuckled.

“Hey, I get why he thinks that! I remember all those nights in your trailer or apartment, and if you saw her on screen, you just froze and stared at her until she was off camera again!” Rich laughed heartily.

“Well, she’s incredibly beautiful. And I’m no worse with her than when you see Scarlett Johansson or Jared was with Nina Dobrev!” Jensen laughed.

“True, but your eyes glaze over, and you get this stupid smile, and…” Rich trailed off at his friend’s head tilt and look of sheer concentration.

“Can you smell that?” Jensen asked.

“Smell what?” Rich asked.

“It’s like a spring garden or something. I smelled it earlier and can’t get it out of–” Jensen whipped his head around and began stalking towards the hair and makeup trailer. Rich followed him, staying a safe distance behind the prowling alpha.

The alpha stopped in front of the trailer door and sniffed, purring low in his throat at finally finding its source. Just as he raised his hand to pull on the handle, the door whipped open, and his senses were assaulted with the most delicious and delicate scent he’d witnessed in his whole life.

Jensen stepped into the trailer, his gaze fixed on his celebrity crush, and felt the air being sucked from him as her Y/E/C eyes met his green ones, wide and submissive. “Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Jared grinned, raising his hands at the older alpha, showing he was no threat to them. The two women showed the same respect to Y/N, raising their hands as they left the trailer.

“I think Jay just found his true mate!” Jared grinned, pulling Rich into a hug.

“He’s gonna absolutely hate that you were right. I hope you know that!” Rich smirked.

“Hell yeah! And I’m never gonna let him forget it!”

Rich chuckled as he pulled the walkie from his belt. “We got a code 143; I repeat, a code 143 is in progress. All filming is suspended until further notice. Ladies and gentlemen, Jensen Ackles has met his true mate in none other than Y/N Y/L/N. Over and out,” Rich spoke through the device and smiled, high-fiving Jared when they heard the cheers erupt from all over the lot.

“Alright, I’ll start with the phone calls. Have you got the numbers for Y/N’s family? I’ll let them know she’ll be off grid for a few days at least,” Jared asked Rich, who handed him a sheet of paper with her emergency contacts listed.

“I’ll get some betas to keep the parameter clear from here back to his trailer. The last thing we need is another alpha getting too close to Y/N. Or an omega to Jensen, for that matter. Then I better call the Network and let them know their golden boy and girl are officially off the market!” Rich chuckled.

“They’re gonna love that!” Jared laughed.

It’d been suggested to Jensen before by numerous executives that he and Y/N should meet and see if there was a spark, but Jensen was stubborn and said if they were meant to meet, it’d happen naturally. Apparently, so was Y/N. They’d heard a few times that it was the same response she gave them whenever they asked her about it.

Once the door was closed, Jensen stepped towards her and kneeled at her feet. “Do you want this, Y/N? Want me?” he asked shyly. Yes, they were true mates, but he had a few years on her, and she might not want to settle with an older man. She might not want to settle at all. Being in the prime of her career might mean she wasn’t ready to start a family yet.

“Yes, Jensen. I want this… want you, Alpha,” she purred, placing her hand on his cheek and smiling softly. The gasp of pained relief from the big, strong alpha broke her heart, and she wondered if he’d been let down as many times as she had in the past or if it was more.

“Can I… uh… can I scent you, Omega, please?” Jensen asked quietly, and Y/N giggled at his cuteness. She’d always hoped she’d have an alpha with a softer side, and it seemed like she got one.

“Yes, Alpha. I’m yours now,” she said softly.

“Not quite,” his fingers rubbed softly over her mating gland. “But I intend for you to be mine very soon,” he smiled softly before slowly leaning forward and nuzzling his nose into her neck. His hot breath against her sensitive skin made Y/N shiver, and her body erupted in goosebumps. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, and she felt tears sting in her eyes.

Jensen whined as he got in closer and breathed her in. “You smell so good, Omega. And so beautiful,” he whispered to her, gently placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her closer still. Y/N tilted her head and rested her cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his mating gland, her neck still open, and began to scent him in return.

Within seconds, an overwhelming sense of tranquillity and contentment at being exactly where he needed to be rushed over him, and he had no idea if it was coming from him, her or both of them. And it was the most elating feeling in the world.

“Sweetheart, I could sit her for hours and do this,” Jensen whispered, placing the softest of kisses on her neck between each word he spoke. “But I wanna take you somewhere more private if you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” Y/N answered, a whine escaping her throat as soon as he pulled away from her. Jensen chuckled at her pout, stood, held his hand out for her to take, and pulled her protectively into his side when she was on her feet.

“What hotel are you staying in?” Jensen asked.

“I’m not. I’m staying with a friend. Her apartment is just outside the city,” Y/N responded.

“My place is closer. Is that okay with you? I’d rather we have complete privacy, but if it would make you feel better, we can go to my trailer or the place you’re staying,” Jensen spoke softly.

“Let’s go to your place, Alpha,” she beamed brightly, chuckling when Jensen purred in approval of her answer.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen pulled Y/N into his body and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The omega responded instantly, winding her arm around his waist and moving as close to him as their bodies allowed. The alpha smirked and puffed his chest with pride at hearing the wolf whistles from the crew, who’d gathered to wish the new couple well.

Jensen noticed his driver standing next to an SUV and headed straight towards him, determined to get them out of there as quickly as possible. He’d waited long enough for her and didn’t want to wait any longer. 

Helping Y/N into the car, Jensen quickly moved to the other side and climbed in beside her. He’d barely sat down when the omega slid over to his side and cosied up to him, burying her nose in his neck and scenting him contentedly. He purred, happy to finally have his omega in his arms, scenting her hair, allowing her aroma to mingle and settle in with his own, binding them together in a bond that would become unbreakable the instant he claimed her, which Jensen had every intention of doing before the sun came up.

“Forever starts now, Omega. You ready for it?” Jensen murmured into Y/N’s hair.

“I’ve never been more ready, Alpha.”

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