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Hi! Welcome to my blog. I write fanfic about Sam Winchester.
I started writing my longfic, History on Your Side in 2023 (still a WIP) which is a Sam x reader, supernatural × vampire diaries crossover and it is my baby. I have also written some one shots/imagines/headcanons. Most of my works are nsfw in some capacity (18+ only, MDNI please🔞)
You'll find everything here:
History on Your Side — currently updating for tumblr, read it on AO3 (indefinite hiatus)
The Morning After
Serve you
It's natural baby / my bloody valentine
Fester
I love you, I'm sorry
Home
Never Be Broken
Spank, camera, action
My Sam headcanons
My inbox is always open and I love to chat and make new friends. Please talk to me!
I am open to requests but preface that by saying I cannot promise anything—my time fluctuates as well as my inspiration. Also, this should go without saying, but please don't plagiarize my work or post it anywhere without my permission (reblogs, likes, comments and questions all welcome and encouraged!)
Also note that this is a sideblog. As much as I would love to follow you back I don't have the ability to here (I created this blog before I knew it would basically become my primary). If anyone has a magical solution for how to make this a primary blog, please let me know!
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So crazy to think that it’s been a whole ‘nother year! Instead of fireworks to kick off the new year, let’s turn the spotlight on you. What are some BANGER lines you are most proud of writing this past year? Or scenes you’ve loved the most? Brag a little. Tell us what snippet or piece of writing you look at and think, “Yeah. I did really good with that one.”
Here’s to another year of fun, friends, and new experiences!
Don’t forget to share this around with others~ Don’t be afraid to turn the spotlight onto them too!
~ Avery 💜💜💜
Happy New Year, friend! 🎊 I am again so sorry I took so long to get around to answering this!
Jeez, favourite lines, eh? That's a tough one. Not that I've written many, but it's still hard when I feel so attached to everything I've ever written.
The fic I am most proud of as a whole though, has got to be Fester. It's not my longest fic, but there's something about it that seems to make people want to read it again and again (thank you to everyone who has told me that because it honestly makes my day every time). I'm so ready to write more fics with darker themes soon!
Otherwise, one of my favorite scenes I've written is actually from a more recent fic, Never Be Broken. This fic took me a good month to write, and I knew when I was writing it that it wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea, but I couldn't get this concept out of my head. It stemmed from an anonymous ask, but I ended up melding it with my impulse to write about love and intimacy after pregnancy and childbirth and parenthood. (Sam would make the best girl dad imo). There's a specific scene where Sam is untying the reader from her bondage with her wedding veil (hello symbolism), at the start of an aftercare scene just before the reader's subdrop hits, and the thought of this playing out in real time just does something to me:
A mutual understanding settled between you, and the tension curled around you loosened as Sam guided you back against him. Skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat. Home to home.
And you knew it was time.
To let go.
To let him take care of you.
For him to fulfil the role that came so naturally to him, that called to him like no other.
The caretaker.
The provider.
The father.
He smoothed his palms down your arms, then reached for the bow at your waist. His fingers grasped the loose end of the tulle and pulled, unravelling you from your bondage.
With the reverence in which he moved, you felt like a sculpture being unveiled. He touched you so gently, unpicked the knots so delicately, as if he feared you might break. You shifted forward when he asked, and relaxed your spine against him when the pressure of the fabric vanished from around your waist. Finally, he slid the cuffs from your wrists, and one by one, helped you stretch out your arms, working out the tightness in your muscles.
Then it hit you. All at once. That languid numbness that softened all edges, made every movement feel like swimming through cotton wool. Like drowning in the soft-play pits you were still too nervous to let Evie explore on her own, lest she suffocate in the foam. An isolating alleviation.
It didn’t help when Sam unfurled the veil and draped it over your bodies like a blanket. A symbol of innocence, war-torn and ragged. Crumpled. Sweat-soaked. Defiled.
It was devastating.
Beautiful.
“You okay?” he asked, and you nodded, reached your hands back to hang off his neck, run your fingers through his hair, graze your fingers over his stubble, his lips. Memorize the shape of him.
“Uh-huh,” you managed, as a single tear rolled down your cheek and settled between your collarbones, that heart-filled space. Sam couldn’t see it, but he could hear it in your voice, you knew. The quietness. The warble. The tell-tale signs of your subdrop. That inevitable landslide.
Thank you again for the ask! I tag anyone who wants to answer this (not sending them around as I'm aware I'm very late to the party lmao).
sam winchester + strapped down/tied up | supernatural
4x21 "When The Levee Breaks" / 5x11 "Sam, Interrupted" / 3x10 "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" / 7x08 "Season Seven, Time For A Wedding!" / 3x15 "Time Is On My Side" / 7x17 "The Born-Again Identity" / 4x19 "Jump The Shark" / 13x11 "Breakdown"
What will it take? I wonder. For him to look at me like he used to, for him to touch my hair and drag me into bed with his eyes alone. I would die to have him look at me that way just one last time.
— a little excerpt from something I am working on. I'm very giddy about this one ❤️
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I've noticed that my strokes of inspiration/ability to get into writing flow states usually stem from specific phrasings and melodic intonations, e.g. descriptions or lines of dialogue, rather than plotlines. Idk where I'm going with this, just thought it was interesting.
Random little Sam head-canons following an earlier reblog that inspired this:
Yes, these will all make their way into subtext in HOYS in due time (if I ever get my act together lol)
Generally a gentle Dom but not afraid to get a little rough — will spank you til you're bruised
Is essentially a service Dom in that he is enthralled by giving you what you 'need' in any given moment, even if you don't know what you need yourself
He'll degrade you when you ask for it but wouldn't dare think about calling you a slut with your clothes on
Loves to go down on you — bringing you pleasure is like an addiction for him
Is an all round well-mannered slut
Has a massive cock (I mean, is this even a surprise?)
Is a rigger — loves to bind you and admire you in the most beautiful shibari
Encourages you to be the most powerful version of yourself and the baddest bitch you can be
Consent is an imperative
Calm, confident style of domination and knows exactly when to push (and pull back)
Into edging and denial—it gives him a thrill to watch you squirm and beg for him (he has some ego too)
Ever attentive to changes in your state
Has a solicitous regard for your wellbeing despite your repeated attempts to tell him you're fine
Picks up on the slightest cues of your anxiety and makes sure you know you're safe
Wants to show you off to the world but is also reserved himself so not in an overly loud extravagant way
Fiercely protective which can come across a little overbearing at times
Has such a sweet and caring nature, but can also dirty-talk you into a coma
Talks the talk but can also get very easily flustered and embarrassed, which you find super funny
Happily fucks you on your period
Aftercare pro
Has a superior sense of moral responsibility which means he must always do the right thing, leading to ++guilt when he does not live up to his own expectations
Is a sensitive soul and although he doesn't like to show it and claims to have a handle on his emotions, is deeply insecure about certain subjects and represses his feelings just as much as Dean ...
Thinks he is a failure for being a college drop-out/not having a professional career
Harbours excessive amounts of guilt over the death of his mom and every other person he's harmed
Deeply desires a family and to have kids and wants to leave the Hunter's life but feels he has a duty to stay—for Dean, and for everyone else he can protect—but upon finding out you are pregnant, jumps at the chance to leave his past behind, and never looks back
Generally feels inadequate and fears he is not good enough for you
— Spank, camera, action 📸 (Sam Winchester x fem!reader)
Summary: A spanking sesh leads to you and Sam making an impromptu sextape, to which you both deem too good to keep to yourselves.
I'm bent over his knee, my stomach pressed into his lap, my jeans hiked down around my ankles. I'd try to kick them free, but I've somehow lost all voluntary muscle control with his fingers deep inside me. Two of them. Long and thick and torturous, rhythmically pumping against the place that makes my hairs stand on end.
As he works at me, his free hand lands hard across my ass. Again. Then again. Repeatedly, like it has been for the past half hour, or however long he's had me here. I've completely lost track of time.
Crisp, clarifying pain sears across my skin and I cry into the bedsheets, my face already wet and streaming.
My incisors nip my tongue, and the coppery tang of fresh blood coats my teeth, mixed with the salt of my tears.
Sam loves it when I cry. Shows I have fully "let go," whatever that means. The psychology of my sex alludes me at times, but doesn't him. He reads me like an Angel reads Enochian, my sexuality his native tongue.
He doesn't go easy on me, spanks me til I'm raw. Each strike feels like a blessing, like I'm being remade.
"That hurt, babygirl?" Sam's voice purrs, sending a pulsing desire between my legs.
He must feel me tighten, and withdraws his fingers.
Clawing at the sheets, I nod, anticipating another blow. It lands with a resounding smack, reverberating and rippling across my flesh.
"Use your words," Sam says, and spanks me again, makes me throb. Want. Ache.
"S-sorry, s-sir." I stutter, catch my breath. "Yes, it hurts... Hurts so good."
"I can tell. You're a freaking slip n' slide."
With that, he enters me again, and my face heats as the embarrassing squelch of my arousal fills the air. My ears. My head.
"Fuuuck," I groan into the sheets, my voice creaking, warbling on the vowel.
Sam laughs, low and throaty. "You asked for this," he says, as he resumes his relentless finger-fuck, my thighs jiggling with the force of his palm pounding into my cheeks. "When you defied me earlier. So you better fucking take it."
It's true. I did.
I wanted a rile out of him.
Wanted exactly this, and it worked.
God dammit, it worked.
*
Later, I stand infront of the full-length mirror in my bedroom and admire my bruised flesh. Inspect the purpling imprints of his fingers painted onto me. The dull ache it brings whenever I sit down. The soreness my fingertips elicit when I press them deep into my flesh, because I want to feel the pain, the delicious throb, the memory of his touch. I want to live in it, to never forget. For I am his canvas, his to mark however he pleases.
Sam wanders in from the bathroom, long-limbed and hardened muscle, shaggy hair still damp from the shower we shared earlier. I hand him my phone and ask him to snap some photos of me: I want to remember this moment, I tell him, treasure it forever. He agrees, gingerly at first, then relaxes into the role of photographer, instructing me on how to pose: bend your legs slightly, widen your stance. That's it, perfect. Now bend over. Knees on the bed. Spread.
We get a little carried away and end up making an amateur porno—my bruised ass on full display—zoomed in to fill the screen of the latest iPhone Sam bought me for my birthday. In the video, he toys with me until I'm squirming, knuckles brushing my clit, fingers skirting my entrance, edging me over and over until he finally gives in, sliding his perfect, nine-inch cock into me, but not before teasing me with his crown, stretching my patience, making me beg.
The video captures our orgasm in Ultra HD, 25 minutes of impure, adulterated filth.
It ends with a close up shot of his release dripping from me—an opalescent stream trailing down my thighs—the aftershocks of my orgasm making me quake.
We share an opened mouth smile when we watch it together later, share the same thought. This is completely debauched, we think. And too good to keep to ourselves.
We upload it to Reddit under a pseudonym, Kinkycouple2654, posting to several of our most visited subs, kinky and otherwise. But who am I kidding? Everything on the internet is kinky these days; it'll soon find it's audience.
By 2am, we've had over 5000 views, and a handful of comments. We stay up late reading them together, eyes pink-rimmed and tummies fluttering like children on Christmas morning.
"Wish someone would do this to me," one comment reads, accompanied by the tortured face emoji.
Another says, "Beautiful pussy," followed by a emoji string of the three raindrops.
Then another, "Someone bruise me like this plz."
"Wish I was her."
"If my man's cock looked like that, I'd be on him constantly."
I direct Sam a knowing smile at that one, acknowledge the truth in it.
The rest share similar themes: those complimenting my ass or pussy, and those wishing they could have done to them what Sam does to me. I read them over and over, the dopamine rush a little too addictive, a little too gratifying. I have a feeling this won't be our first time doing this.
Some might say it's messed up, knowing that strangers on the internet are jerking off to content I've made, but Sam gets me, indulges my fantasies, makes them a reality. It's taboo, and that's what feels good about it. It's a powerful feeling.
The reality sets in that I am living someone else's fantasy. But for me, this is no dream, it is my life. How did I get so lucky? I wonder, as my third shower of the night scalds my tender patches, makes me wince.
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Happy New Year, Avery! 🥳💓 Get ready for some EOY questions! Can I please ask #3, #5, #9, #11, #16 😘
+ Bonus question 1: What are some BANGER lines you are most proud of writing this past year?
+ Bonus question 2: What fic from 2025 are you most proud of writing?
(No pressure on any of these, of course.)
Happy New Year, Alex!! Thanks so much for the lovely ask! Oh man, there's a lot there haha! Not a complaint at all! This is just gonna get long and ramble-y lol
#3 A fic or artwork you enjoyed:
This one is open ended, so I presume it can be one that I've either read or written. I'm an over-achiever, so I'm gonna do both lol The work that I've enjoyed writing the most this year is my pride and joy, Moon Without Stars. It's a Sam soulmate fic with some enemies-to-lovers themes in it (not super heavily like I originally wanted. Turns out, Sam doesn't do enemies very well lol). I didn't see many of those (I've seen plenty of Dean ones) and wanted to try and broaden out the pool!
As for a fic or artwork I've enjoyed this year, I gotta hand that one to @supernaturalfreakout's Fester fic. It's got dark tones with Meg!Sam, and it's not usually the genre I read. But they handled it so, so well that it has lived in my brain rent-free pretty much all year!
#5 A scene you enjoyed creating
Oh man, where do I even begin with this one? There are so many moments I really liked, but I'm probably gonna have to highlight the scene in Hearthfire where Dean finally comes across the cottage of the witch!reader! I was going for cozy but creepy vibes, and I'm really proud of how it turned out! The following is just a snippet of it, but, really, I feel like nailed what I was going for throughout the entire piece.
The place was unfairly cozy. There were herbs hanging from the rafters. Candles flickered on every available surface. A fire crackled loudly in the stone hearth. Blankets were draped over the back of every chair. The entire cottage smelled like cedar and pumpkin spice. Dean hated how much he liked it. You moved around with quiet confidence, setting the mug on the table for him even though he hadn’t said yes to your offer.
#9 A work from another author you keep coming back to
Oh man, I'm about to reveal how notorious of a re-reader I am. Forbidden Fruit (and it's subsequent stories) written by @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth and @voodoochildthings is a pretty consistent re-read for me. Like... honestly, probably every other month or so I pull it up and give it a read. Either the first piece or the follow-ups to it. It's just so good!
#11 Fandom you'd like to create more for next year
So I really only dabbled with Spn this year and then a single Soldier Boy (The Boys) piece. There isn't a lot that had drawn me in and screamed at me to write fanfic, so I honestly don't see myself branching out TOO much. That being said, I'm absolutely head over heels for Stranger Things and Heated Rivalry right now, though I don't really have much in mind for fanfic for those. Who knows? Maybe something will strike.
#16 Something interesting you researched as a part of the process
Oh man, as writers, we always google the most interesting things sometimes. I think the most interesting thing I googled this year for research was Greek mythology. One of my stories revolved around powers coming from the Greek Goddess Nyx, so I did a ton of digging into her origin and such to see if there was anything from her stories that I could pull from.
Bonus question 1: What are some BANGER lines you are most proud of writing this past year?
Thanks so much for throwing this one back at me! I have a few in mind that I absolutely adored. Most of them came from my Sam series, Moon Without Stars. So completely out of context, here are a few of them. If they catch your eye, you can always take a look at the series and see where they show up 😉
"Fate was a fickle bitch, and you weren’t about to bend over and let her fuck you."
“You know... I’ve never seen anyone run from something they didn’t believe in.”
“Then don’t believe in soulmates – just believe in me!”
Another one of my favorite lines I wrote shows up in When It Refused to Rain, a challenge fic I did!
Outside, the sky never shattered. The storm never broke.
But something inside of him did.
Bonus question 2: What fic from 2025 are you most proud of writing?
My shining gem. My crown jewel of 2025. My favorite child (even though I say I have none). That has to go to Tangled Sheets, a final installment to a mini polyship series that pulled me out of my writer's block funk. It's smutty with both Winchesters. It's my longest piece I have ever written as well as my most-liked story.
Thank you so much for all the questions, Alex! May our 2026 lead us on some wonderful adventures~ 💜💜💜
