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Working on fixing the website!

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Jared’s new business

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Walker - Behind the scenes | X

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The “my little random moments of pleasure” series:   N°3 The domestic Winchester montage of doom - SN: 15x20

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Hi! I’m so glad that you’re back now. I’ve missed you so much and the High Tower is amazing!!! I can’t wait to read more. I was wondering if you’re going to be continuing with the Oath? I’ve read it so many times and I’m desperate to know what happens next! Much love, so glad you’re back!

Yes! I’m working on it as we speak. Also working on a commissioned piece I fell behind on. And thank you. I missed you guys.

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Fuuuuuuuck, he looks good.

I’m going to have to watch the show five minutes at a time to keep from squealing.

Jared in katiejamesonphoto’s IG story

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The Hight Tower - One

Summary: Unable to find a suitable mate, your father places you under a spell meant to keep you asleep until your true match is found. Years later, when Sam discovers you in the high tower, he has no idea the upheaval it will cause between your two kingdoms.

Rapunzel meets Sleeping Beauty meets the Winchesters.

Story Master List

Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Talk of dubcon, heats, ruts, all sorts of smut, violence.

Beta: ilikaicalie

Chapters 1-5 are currently available on my Patreon.

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Once upon a time, your eyes were wide open.

Everyone in the kingdom knew you were an Omega the moment your parents announced they had a baby girl. It was the way of things. Your mother was an Omega too. She was a nurturing caring woman, a queen, who gave her husband nine children, eight sons, all Alphas. And just when they thought she was done having babies you came along.

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The High Tower - One

Summary: Unable to find a suitable mate, your father places you under a spell meant to keep you asleep until your true match is found. Years later, when Sam discovers you in the high tower, he has no idea the upheaval it will cause between your two kingdoms.

Rapunzel meets Sleeping Beauty meets the Winchesters.

Story Master List

Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Talk of dubcon, heats, ruts, all sorts of smut, violence.

Beta: ilikaicalie

Chapters 1-5 are currently available on my Patreon.

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Once upon a time, your eyes were wide open.

Everyone in the kingdom knew you were an Omega the moment your parents announced they had a baby girl. It was the way of things. Your mother was an Omega too. She was a nurturing caring woman, a queen, who gave her husband nine children, eight sons, all Alphas. And just when they thought she was done having babies you came along.

It felt right to have a little girl with a league of older brothers to protect her. For a long time, life was perfect. You were smart and bubbly, just as happy in the mud as you were riding a horse.

Time passed. You grew older. And as you aged your parents prepared for the day you would need an Alpha. They took care to pick a good man. A confident but gentle son from an excellent family that would be able to give you the life you were accustomed to.

Then came your first heat, the agony of all-consuming need that your husband - your Alpha - should have been able to satisfy. But he could not. You spent a week in pure torture. Suffering you would later describe like a bug having its legs pulled off.

After three heats and three months of spine-curling pain, your father decided an unconventional decision needed to be made. Your marriage was dissolved and the hunt began to find an Alpha. A mate who could give you what you needed.

Months of searching turned into years. You slowly began to suffer the effects of being unmated. Dreams of children gave way to simply staying alive.

When it became clear that your life was in jeopardy, your father had a spell cast. A spell that ensured you would stay in painless sleep until a suitable mate was found. Then you were hidden in a tower along the southern border.

More time passed. And the urgent search felt much less urgent to those who tucked you away. So a year became two, then three and before anyone realized a decade had gone by.

A Decade Later...

“I think there’s probably a good reason we can’t get through,” Sam offers, resting his arms over the horn of his saddle.

“I’m sure there is.” Dean reaches out with a gloved hand, poking at the invisible barrier that shimmers out in all directions the moment he makes contact. “It’s exactly why we should be interested.”

“If the map is correct we crossed into Karrstad an hour ago. We shouldn’t have crossed the border into their land. Now you want to dismantle a magic wall of questionable origin. What part of this seems like a good idea to you?”

Dean looks at Sam, shaking his head in annoyance.

“All of it.”

“Dean.” Sam dismounts his steed, venturing closer to his brother. “There’s been enough trouble. We don’t need to create more bad blood between us and them.”

“I’m not trying to poke the bear. I’m just interested in what the bear is hiding. What constitutes this kind of protection?” Dean gestures toward the shimmer. “They could be planning something. What if they’re hiding a weapon? I don’t think we have a choice. We have to take a peek.”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you telling me you’re not interested? No one loves a mystery more than you.”

Sam is out of reasons to walk away. He helps Dean cast a simple spell, something they learned as boys. And with a puff of smoke and few holy words, the barrier fades away and they venture on with eyes peeled.

The terrain in Karrstad isn’t much different than home, except here there are more trees and less open fields. Thick forests of green and brown that shield them from the sun as they ride onward. It’s not long before the narrow path opens back up, the sun shining down and a strange sight in the distance.

“What in the hell is that?” Dean’s awestruck, tipping his head back.

They both look upward at a tower so high it’s impossible to see the top. It seems to end above the clouds.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Sam cranes his neck, trying to imagine what could be up there.

“Why would this be out here in the middle of nowhere? No guards as far I can see.”

“They probably thought a magical wall was enough to keep people out,” Sam reasons.

“Not us.”

Dean guides his horse out in front and they approach slowly expecting to spot a soldier in the distance but there’s nothing. They walk right up the base of the tower. There’s a thick wooden door that looks as if it hasn’t been opened since the structure was erected.

“Shall we?” Dean nods to Sam and together they work to pry open the door. A breath of cool, musty air hits them in the face as the tower is unsealed.

Inside there’s nothing more than stairs that spiral upward until they disappear from sight.

“What the hell?” Dean looks at Sam, who’s already calculating how far up the climb would be. “We have to find out...don’t we?”

Sam wants to argue, but the adventurer within him wants to know just as badly as Dean. Maybe more. A tower cloaked in magic, seemingly forgotten for God knows how long, is something one doesn’t come across every day.

“That’s a long way up.” Sam steps out of the entryway.

“How far do you think?”

“I have no idea. A long, long way.” Sam pulls off his riding gloves and looks to his brother. “Should we go?”

“I don’t think there’s any need for both of us to go.” Dean shrugs, pulling a small leather pouch from his pocket and pulling out a dice. “Let’s roll for it. Loser makes the climb.”

“I suppose.”

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Over an hour later Sam reaches the peak. He’s sweating and out of breath. Truth be told there was a point when he wasn’t entirely sure if he was going to make it at all.

It’s just as he steps on the landing at the top that he smells it. The ever so faint scent of an Omega.

Omega.

He thinks. What would an Omega be doing all the way up here? It’s likely someone hid something with the scent still on it. That would make more sense.

There’s only one place to search. To his right is a large wooden door. He carefully, slowly pushes it open to reveal the last thing he would have ever imagined.

It appears to be a bedroom with narrow windows every few feet. In the center of the room is a four-post bed with a woman laying on it. You. Your hands are crossed carefully over your chest. Lying peacefully under a light blanket.

Has he discovered a dead body? Is this tower just an elaborate tomb? No. He can smell you now, the scent growing stronger. It’s much too sweet to be a corpse.

Sam inches closer, leaning forward to inspect. You’re beautiful and appear to be near his age. Perhaps a little younger. Your chest softly rises and falls with your breath. He wishes Dean were here.

“Hello?” he says.

When there’s no answer he draws closer, quietly making his way until he leans against the bed frame.

“Excuse me...I don’t want to wake you but...madame, are you alright?”

There’s nothing. Your body is still and the room silent as the grave. Perhaps he’s hallucinating your breath, seeing what he wants to see. After a few more minutes of silent observation, he reaches out to check for a pulse.

The instant his fingers touch the skin of your wrist he knows three things; you’re alive, you’re nearly in heat, and your pussy smells more enticing than any woman he’s ever come across in his life.

“Oh,” you murmur, head falling to the side. Your body twitches and he pulls his hand away.

“Madame,” he starts again, falling silent when you begin to stir.

You look like something out of a storybook. A breathtaking woman gently blinking awake as if you’re opening your eyes for the very first time.

“Ahum,” he clears his throat in the hope of not scaring you half to death.

#sam winchester x reader #alpha sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #alpha!sam x omega!reader #sam winchester au

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Hiiii!!! LOVED the new chapter of The High Tower... I hate Sams parents tho...like really hate them...

I love to make them evil, I can’t help it. 

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The newest chapter of "The High Tower" was so good! I don't like what John and Mary are planning and I can't wait to read the next chapter! I tried to leave a comment there, but it wouldn't let me ☹️

Thank you so much! I’m not sure what but I will check on it. 

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Celestial Navigation - Five

Now posted to My Patreon and  My Website TheCleverDame.com.

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Sheriff Sam x Reader

Summary:  Sam Winchester, the sheriff of the isolated Maine hamlet Little Tall Island, is facing the toughest challenge of his career. Not only is a devastating winter storm bearing down on his community, but a series of sinister events begin to unfold. With the help of his brother, Sam struggles to hold the community together, as well as his budding relationship with the reader.

*I borrowed Little Tall Island and a few plot points from Stephen King.

Warnings: Violence, murder, smut

#update

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This whole thing made me squeal out loud about a thousand times. Such a fun concept and well thought out. I love this dynamic. Did I mention it made me sweat while grinning like a idiot? 10/10

A Hard Ten and a Soft Four

square filled: Fake Dating ship: Sam Winchester x plus size!Reader rating: Explicit ao3 link: A Hard Ten and a Soft Four tags: prostitution, horrible families, self-esteem issues, Sam Winchester’s monster cock, oral sex (fem rec), protected vaginal sex 18+, HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! summary: Y/n hires a male escort to take to her family Thanksgiving in the hopes that her horrible family will be less horrible to her this year. word count: 7661  a/n: I dedicate this to my dear grandma Ellen, who passed away few years ago. She was a dirty old woman and she’s the basis for Maw-maw. written for @spnaubingo

“Do I have to?” You whined into the phone.

“It’s tradition, y/n. The whole family goes, every year. The only time anybody’s ever missed a Thanksgiving at Maw-maw’s was when your sister was in labor with Teddy Jr. and when Uncle Stan had that heart attack four years ago.”

“Mom, I know that, but…” You ran your hand across your face. “Can’t we tell Maw-maw I’m getting my appendix removed or something? I really don’t want to go.”

“You see the family once a year, y/n. Just once, and-”

“And I spend the entire weekend being subjected to comments about my weight and love life!” You interrupted. “The whole family targets me, Mom. Every single person thinks they have the right to tell me what’s wrong with me and I have to spend weeks getting okay with my self-esteem afterward.”

“It’s one weekend, sweetie. Come on. And you shouldn’t let what your cousins and uncles say get to you.”

“It’s not just them! Sometimes, it’s Maw-maw and it’s always Carol and Ted and every-fuckin’-body else! It’s everyone!”

Your mother sighed and static went through the phone. “Look. Your grandma is ninety-eight years old. She won’t be around for many more Thanksgivings. You need to cherish the time you have left with that woman.”

You sighed. It always came down to ‘Maw-maw’s gonna die soon’ in these conversations. “You know, when that woman does pass, you’re gonna regret using that scenario to get me to do shit.”

“Watch your mouth! And I wouldn’t have to use her passing if you would just stop complaining and come to Thanksgiving.”

“Whatever, Mom. I guess I’ll be there. See you in a few weeks. I gotta go. Bye.”

“Maybe you should just hire somebody to take with you.” Your roommate, Charlie, suggested from the other side of her laptop screen.

“What, like a male prostitute?” You joked, setting your phone on the coffee table and going to unpause Game of Thrones.

“Yeah. It’d be like Pretty Woman, but with a dude… or, you know, you could switch teams and-”

“I’m not a lesbian, Charlie.”

“Then your best bet is gonna be a gigolo.”

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Just found a VHS I recorded Asylum season one on... lord I’m old.

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I was just thinking how well-tailored that suit is. lol. 

Kudos to the photographer

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I personally feel this is the ambiguity we all needed. Part of what made the finale work were all the things left unseen and unsaid. Sam’s wife, who else was in heaven... the details are ours alone. 

What a beautiful, final gift. 

source: @TeamFreeWillBT on twitter 

So in case there aren’t enough reasons to love Jared, there’s this.

#spn spoilers

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Just a friendly reminder. You don’t have to be on one side of the fence. It’s possible to not hate Cas/Misha and still see Supernatural as a show about Sam and Dean.

It’s always been about Sam and Dean for me. Everyone else was a side character, narrative drivers getting the boys where they needed to be.

It’s okay to be disappointed but some of the shit I’m seeing is legit bonkers. I feel like half the fandom was watching a different show.

You do you but be respectful for Pete’s sake.

#shiver me timbers #insanity

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Accurate, even the details.

The last time I felt a hole like this in my chest caused by the end of something was Return Of The King in 2003 tbh Frodo saying goodbye to Sam was tough, left me with a palpable feeling of wanting to throw myself into that universe and live in it so I didn’t have to say goodbye.

I’ve only watched the film 6,038,282 times since then so I imagine this will be the same. And I’ve had “Into The West” stuck my head since yesterday because it feels the same.

#same