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The Chief Graphic Designer:
𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
。𖦹°‧ CW: NSFW, Top Reader, Virgin Sam
You loved what his skin felt like. Smooth and lovely like a petal you rub the water out of to let the smell stick to your fingers. He was taller than you, unsurprisingly- he was taller than most, but tall in the way deer legs were. Gangly and embarrassed to be seen. The first time you saw him you felt like a dirty pervert. He was bent over one of the bar stools at the pub, reaching around for a textbook he had dropped and you imagined taking him apart then and there. Pulling those shaggy bangs away from his forehead and yanking until his pretty shoulders were in an arch.
He made a little gasping sound when you bumped into him. This sweet breathless thing that made you grab your dick in your jeans and shift it from the press of your zip. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't see you," he said with his eyes glued below your belt. You were well endowed enough for most men to assume they'll rise to the challenge but ultimately opt out. Sam stuck his tongue out to wet his lips. You didn't think he would opt out.
It took two more semesters for you to fuck him. There was a chaste kiss once, behind the boiler room of your frat house. You weren't out to any of the guys, and you probably never would be. They we're fucking idiots but you weren't smart enough to get a degree without your football credits. Kissing Sam felt like forgetting all of that. He tasted like coffee bitters and pastry and when you bit into his bottom lip he made that sound for you again. You were probably going to spend the rest of your life chasing that sound, you thought.
"I'm not following you." That's what he said to you the next time you met. It was after a game, you had just come out of the pit and you wreaked of sweat and the grime you dragged off the field with you.
"Okay sweetheart."
He flushed from his toes to his cheeks when you said it. You knew it had to be tonight. You tossed him your keys, "wait for me in my car, I'm going to the showers."
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When you got back to campus Sam lead you up to his dorm. There was this cloying tension even though neither of you had looked each other in the eye. Once you reached the room Sam slammed you against the door. It was a surprising show of strength from this bambi and you had to huff out a laugh.
"What?" He asked. He was nervous. He kept tucking the longest bit of his bangs behind is ear and shuffling from one foot to another. He wasn't sure he had made the right decision. You didn't let him stay unsure for long.
You didn't need to push, just stalk forward with Sam fumbling backwards till his legs hit the bed. You bent down and kept your lips just out of reach, hands on either side of the mattress. "Can I kiss you sweetheart?" Sam surged forward and locked his knobbly elbows around your neck, smashing his nose into yours. He tasted like he had put a flavored chap-stick on, and you wondered if it was for you. You licked past the cherry bomb blast flavor into his mouth, which was some how even sweeter. He whimpered when you flipped them, with his hips straddling your legs so you could grind up into him. You were so hard you thought you might break through the fabric.
It didn't take long for either of you to strip, you completely nude and Sam with his buttoned plaid shirt being the only thing protecting his modesty. When you moved to pull it off he shook his head. "Can I keep it on please," he had said, and looked oh-so-pitiful that you didn't have it in you to ask further. Instead you ducked under the shirt, letting it cover your head as you teased at his chest. He burst into a fit of giggles and something in your own chest loosened. "Sweet little Sam o' mine" you began to bellow and his giggles turned into a belly laugh, which then turned into a gasp as you teased his nipple with your teeth. "That feel good sweet-Sam?" you practically leered.
He clutched your head through the flimsy shirt, threading his fingers where he could find hair. You wrestled the both of you down so you could cage him in on the bed, smoothing your fingers up and down and into the crevice of his thigh. "How about this?" you sucked two fingers into your mouth and circled the cute puckered entrance, "this feel good baby?"
Sam clutched your shoulders, eyes big and pleading. "I have to tell you something."
Your eyes went wide. "Std?" He wouldn't be the first positive guy you slept with, you were just sure to wrap it up tighter than usual.
"What? No, not, that." He shook his head quickly. You had moved your hand from his hole to his inner thigh, stroking up and down in little swirls that spelt out S-A-M.
"The opposite actually. I haven't, well, I haven't done this before. Sorry. That was a stupid way of saying it."
It shouldn't have turned you on. God knows you shouldn't be straining in your pants at the thought of being Sammy's first. But oh my god I'm his first.
You grinned like a wolf, big and mean- hungry as you fucked two fingers in as far as they could go. You knew it was bad, that you should take it slow and virgin sweet but the way Sam's eyes rolled back into his head as he frantically looked for something to hold onto was too rewarding to stop.
"Oh god," Sam gripped the hair at the back of your neck roughly, undulating his hips on the crook of your fingers. "There! There!"
You lunged for his lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. It didn't take long to stretch him out, and tomorrow you would feel bad about rushing it but tonight you were selfish enough to flip him over in your lap and smack his thigh hard enough to make him gasp. His legs bracketed your hips with his pretty face pressed into the sheets below you two. The bed was too small for two men, meaning you had to cradle his body as close to you and you could- chest to back, chin hooked over Sam's shoulder whispering filthy things into his ear.
It felt like you were melting when you pushed in. Sam's breath stopped and his knuckles turned white from where they gripped the sheets. Your head was tipped back when you whispered "you're good baby, breathe out" and he could barely whimper back at you. You pumped out a bit, flexing your hips back and forth. You pushed in between his shoulders, flattening his chest to the bed and arching his back further. "I said breathe."
He exhaled a puff of air and it relaxed him enough to push halfway in. His shoulders were shaking and his hair had fallen over his eyes. "Fuck Sam you feel like heaven baby. You think I can get all the way in?" You had your tongue between your teeth and you were teasing that spot you found with your fingers, grinding relentlessly. There was a bit of drool coming out of Sam's mouth from where it was pressed against the sheet, his eyes either squeezed shut or wide open and crossed when you hit that sweet spot head on.
It took you a bit to push in balls deep, but you would have waited years and climbed mountains to feel that tight heat squeezing you like a vice. Sam's hand shot back, wrapping around your wrist where it was clutching his hip. "Slow! Please." He sounded fucking wrecked. It was this pure moment of need clashing with a long earned lesson of delayed gratification. He was beautiful. So much of your sex life was defined by haste. An act of 'getting-it-over-with'. This wasn't that. You wouldn't let it be. You thrust into Sam slow and easy, every now and then snapping forward to watch his eyes roll back into his head because you aren't a Saint. You lost control for just a bit at the end, ramming into him faster than he could snap back, but he didn't seem to mind, lacing his fingers with yours even after he came and was twitching through the aftershocks.
You were lying next to him, trying to catch your breath when, with an unexpected show of strength, Sam pushed himself up onto your chest and straddled your hips, pressing his wet body back against yours.
"Woah there cowboy, you looking for another ride?" You grinned up at him, still out of breath as you gripped both his thighs that hugged your pelvis.
He grabbed your nose between two fingers and you snorted. "Corny." He said, and you laughed, because it was funny and you felt good. Loose. You knew it couldn't last, but as of now, the prettiest boy at Stanford was on top of you, smiling, and you planned to keep him there for as long as you could.
DEAN WINCHESTER
perv dean . . .
hate sex with dean . . .
dean smut drabble . . .
older!mreader x dean winchester smut drabble . . .
jealous silly dean . . .
passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .
dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .
fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .
male reader x dean drabble . . .
male reader x glasses!dean drabble . . .
even more hateful sex with dean . . .
dean’s a bit too big for you . . .
dean winchester x male reader drabble . . .
dean thought you were dead . . .
lovesick sex . . .
dean loves riling you up . . .
dean w. porn links . . .
SAM WINCHESTER
it’s your birthday . . .
sam being a total sub . . .
older reader x sam smut drabble . . .
sam with a biter bf . . .
fucking sam while he’s reading . . .
top sam winchester x male reader drabble . . .
male reader x sam winchester drabble . . .
soothing sam’s nerves with a blowjob . . .
shower stuff with sam . . .
CASTIEL
cas really wants to please you . . .
male reader x castiel smut drabble . . .
male reader x clingy!castiel drabble . . .
CROWLEY MACLEOD
fucking crowley on his throne . . .
ANDY GALLAGHER
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ROBERT SINGER
none yet...
MSLNS
smut headcanons . . .
tfw realize you’re their gay awakening . . .
male reader x destiel drabble . . .
male reader x destiel smut . . .
Dean x GN reader Synopsis: You had followed Castiel from heaven, content with following him, but after saving Dean from hell, priorities start to shift
You had been a friend of Castiel, well, maybe 'friend' was putting it lightly; honestly, you idolized him. You followed him to Earth and joined him in helping the Winchester brothers.
You cleaned up their messes and were present when Dean was brought back from hell. This changed something between the two of you. Before this, you had always been civil with the Winchesters, maybe friends, but you had made it clear that you couldnt care less about them as people, and you were there only because of Cas.
After helping bring Dean back from hell, however, you were tender towards him. You didn't let him out of your sight. Sam would respond to this overprotectiveness mainly by rolling his eyes and ignoring it, knowing what the future would bring.
Fantasies
Castiel x transmasc reader smut
Words: 2,801
Summary: You have been watching Castiel at your church for a while. At some point just watching him was not enough. You needed to touch him, to see if you could make him crumble.
AN: I just felt like we male readers needed a priest castiel fic. This took me way to long and may be mid as hell- but i hope at least one other person enjoys it.
i guess i never talked properly about what Kimi to Uchuu wo Aruku Tame ni (I Want To Walk In Space With You) is actually about because i kind of was hoping other people could have the experience i had reading it ("okay this manga is really new i'll check it out -> ow ow oof ow"), but i guess if i want people to get interested i need to give them something lol. still, i think the comic speaks for itself better than i ever could, so here are some pages from the first chapter that really resonated with me
Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh
WHY WOULD YOU HIDE THIS IN THE TAGS
Criminal defense attorney and former Manhattan Assistant District Attorney Mark Bederow believes that prosecutors in the Luigi Mangione case
GO APOLLO GO
SIC 'EM
EVERYONE LEND HIM YOUR STRENGTH!
LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST! -Admin
tldr; not only is "Terrorism" a harder charge to "prove" in NY compared to "murder", this charge would make it easier to present the elements that made Luigi a folk hero to the jury.
I need to know what you got
Unspoken - Mike Dodds, William Dodds
Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee
In the aftermath of the Munson shooting, Mike struggles to recover both physically and mentally.
It had been a nightmare .
Mike had known that right from the very second, the door to Munson’s house had swung shut behind him. The details never changed, he re-lived his brush with death nightly. He felt the searing agony explode in his gut, the taste of gunpowder in his , the scent of copper in his nostrils…
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this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point
Im not even american but im having a great time with this
DONT LET THIS DIE
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I was telling myself I shouldn't reblog this, I don't want to end up on some watchlist, for a tiktok, and then I saw this:
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Jury Nullification: Your Power To Choose
probably not a great sign for capitalist hegemony when even the facebook crowd can't take this seriously
that footage of the CEO getting shot is axtually pretty sweet and the guy is a hero tbh. lets bring assassinating CEOs energy to 2025
CNN kept being like "this COLD BLOODED MURDER of CEO blah blah blah" like look at me with a straight face and tell me the CEO of an american health insurance company is not a mass murderer. The amount of blood that drenched this man's hands could drown us all in a red ocean of human suffering, idgaf