[ariiadnes]

i love you shy reader-inserts i love you naive reader-inserts i love you soft-spoken reader-inserts i love any and all reader-inserts and you should not complain about them in the x reader tag. by doing so you are putting down someone's creative work and efforts when you could have simply moved on, or even better, written your own story

[amourflores]

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[cuntiel]

[emmcfrxst]

in a chokehold while he hits it from the back. thank you for your time

[violained]

wanted to post another reminder; please unfollow & block me if you support ice and/or see nothing wrong with what they are doing. this includes people who choose to remain "neutral" on this topic/politics in general.

this month, an ice agent shot and killed an innocent man, Joan Sebastián Guerrero, and handcuffed his dead body. all because they deemed him as an "illegal alien". he was twenty-five. his young daughter witnessed this and watched it happen.

a week prior, Lorenzo Salgado Araujo was shot in the abdomen by ice while driving himself and three others to work. he was fifty-two and married to his wife with three children. he was murdered.

they are only two victims of this disgusting, inhumane behavior. ice is continuing to tear families apart and completely innocent people are dying in custody and are not receiving adequate basic and medical care.

keep talking about it, keep raising awareness.

earth is a home we all share. why should people die because they are on the "wrong" side of fake, unnecessary borders humans have created? ice is a racist terrorist organization. fuck you if you disagree! take some time to educate yourself on what is happening!

[pittsick]

⏜︵ ♡ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 : fluff thoughts ৴

you’re getting restless and bucky realizes long before you say anything; it’s in the way your fingers keep absentmindedly tugging at the sleeves of your sweater, the way you shift every few seconds where you’re sitting beside him on the couch, unable to settle no matter how hard you try. he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, he doesn’t think everything needs to be explained with words. instead, he simply glances over from the book he’d barely been reading, closes it without a sound, and pats his thigh in quiet invitation.

you look at him for a second before understanding, smiling just a little as you scoot closer until your head rests comfortably in his lap. “is it better now?,” he murmur, voice rough with that familiar brooklyn warmth, one corner of his mouth lifting into a soft smile. almost instinctively, his flesh hand slides into your hair.

his fingers comb carefully through the strands before lightly scratching against your scalp. every movement is gentle, deliberate, as though he’s handling something precious. his metal hand rest against your shoulder, cool and steady, keeping you close while the other continued its quiet work. you don’t even realize how tense you have been until your entire body begins to sink into the cushions beneath you.

bucky’s fingertips drift from your hairline toward the back of your head before returning again, repeating the same soothing pattern over and over. he has gotten completely lost in taking care of you. “that feels nice?” he ask quietly. you only hum, eyes already closed. “figured.” he voice again, tone quieter and fond.

silence settles between you, but with bucky it never feels empty. it’s comfortable, safe, filled only with the faint sound of his breathing and the slow rhythm of his fingers moving through your hair. every so often he’d brush his thumb lightly over your temple, his eyes looking at you properly. after a while he smile to himself, still playing with your hair. “you’re falling asleep on me,” he whisper, amusement hidden beneath the tenderness in his voice.

you’d barely manage a sleepy, “maybe.” his fingers never stop moving. “that’s okay,” he murmur. “i’ll stay right here, doll.”

[nuitts]

IT’S SO CUTE, I’M CRYING

[nuitts]

has anyone seen the marvel doomsday trailer? 😔

[samwspn]

sam winchester who makes you your favourite hot drink whenever you have a sore throat . sam winchester who helps you with chores when you don't feel like doing anything (showering , washing hair , anything that feels like too much)

[pittsick]

RAFE CAMERON ﹏ SAND ON SKIN.

cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / no-plot smut fic. afab!reader. established relationship. petnames (baby). public sex (beach). exhibitionism / voyeurism risk. neck kisses. prone bone. praise. dirty-talking. breasts&nipples play. unprotected piv. creampie. playful teasing. casual intimacy. aftercare.

reblog is a creator's best-friend, thank you!!

“Shit—Stop moving, baby, I’m trying to—” Rafe groaned in your ear, one of his hands moving from the warm sand to grab your hip, lifting it up as his pelvis pressed against your ass.

You knew it was bad to have sexual activity on the beach; anyone could see you, walk by, call the cops. But when Rafe pulled you away from the party to a more private area, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore. You had thought about it through all the party, even when laughing and talking to your friends. 

But now, hidden by rocks and moans muffled by the sound of waves crashing close, it didn’t matter anymore. Rafe hadn’t lost any time when taking your mini-dress off, leaving your bikini on just because it turned him on. He made you lay your stomach against the sand, grain sticking to your slightly humid skin, and just pulled your panties to the side as he laid on top of you, prone bone style. 

Rafe pulled his swimming shorts down enough to free his hard, leaking cock. The tip was angry red, begging for attention, slit glistening with pre-cum. He groaned, pumping himself once or twice before wrapping his hand around the base. 

His blue eyes lowered to your wet pussy, the thought of him fucking you here had aroused you more than you wanted to admit. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty like that. Fuck, if you could see yourself.” Rafe cursed and you sighed, pushing your hips backwards to feel him. He rubbed his bulbous head against your slick folds, parting them just to gather wetness onto his tip. “Rafe, please—” You whined at him, then. 

But instead of listening to you, he slapped his hard cock against your cunt, creating skin-slapping-skin noises that were eaten by the ocean. You gasped each time his cock slapped back against your folds and clit, squirming under him due to the feeling. Rafe’s free hand moved to your ass, squeezing a cheek in his strong palm just to push it to the side, giving him a better view of your pussy.

“M’going in now, okay? Going to fill that pussy up.” He said and you didn’t have time to reply before feeling his tip press against your slick hole, giving the muscles a push before entering you. “Fuck! Ah, yeah… S’good.” You hummed, your hands moving into the sand, mindlessly playing with it. Rafe hissed as his cock slowly pushed inside you, stretching your gummy walls apart. 

You relaxed your body for him to go deeper until he couldn’t reach more, his tip almost kissing your cervix. You gasped, eyebrows furrowing in a mix of uncomfortable and pleasure. Rafe waited for you to get used to the intrusion before he lowered his upper body to press against yours; his torso and your back meeting.

“Y’feel so good, baby. You’re squeezing my cock so good.” He groaned in your ear. His arms moved to rest in the sand near your face. 

His cock throbbed inside you, pressing against your slick walls and making you pulsate. “Rafe, please, move now…” You said, fist closing and relaxing a few times. Your boyfriend hummed, his head coming closer to yours just so he could move his arms under yours and his hands moved to your chest. You felt the fabric of your bikini top being pushed to the side, the two triangles not hiding your tits anymore. “Let me see you. You’re too pretty. You couldn’t even wait home for us to fuck, uh?”

You didn’t reply but gasped when Rafe pushed his hips away and back against yours, how cock sliding back and forth. His pace was slow at first but he did go deep. His warm palms groped your chest, squeezing the fat of your tits, fingers rolling around your perky nipples. His breathing hit onto the skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps. 

He was so close that you could smell his perfume; mango, vanilla and a hint of cigarette from the ones he smoked. The sensation of the sun hitting down on your skin, the sand sticking to your humid body and how Rafe was fucking you was almost too much for your brain to keep up, but your boyfriend had a way to tether you to Earth. “Speak to me, baby, feels good, uh? Knowing anyone could see us right now? Walk by to see me fuck you into the sand?”

His words made you moan, not afraid of the volume of your voice with the waves hiding it. Rafe’s cock slid inside you, his mushroom tip rubbing against your g-spot due to the prone bone position he had you in. Your thighs shook, hips pushing backwards to feel more of him. Your inner-thighs were a mess—juices coating the skin, making sand stick there.

“Please, fuck, it feels so good… Rafe, keep going.” You replied to him, your head rolled backwards which gave him the opportunity to kiss your neck. He groaned while picking up the pace, your body melting into the ground with the force of his hips. 

A gasp left your mouth as your boyfriend’s fingers kept rolling around your hardened nipples, and then, he decided to pinch them. Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. “Oh God, yes! I love that—Do it again!” You voiced at Rafe and you heard a chuckle leave his mouth.

Another pinch, another gasp. “You like that, baby? Like me taking care of you?” He said, his pelvis slapping against your ass as he fucked you both harder and faster.

Your brain had muffled all background noises since the sexual activity started, but you could clearly hear the music from the party happening not far away and the laughter of your friends who were probably under alcohol substances.

A rather hard thrust made you break out of your thoughts, crying out Rafe’s name when he rutted his hips against your ass, creating loud skin-slapping-skin that mixed with the squelching of your wet pussy. The hands you had in the sand moved to grab at Rafe’s biceps, nails burying inside his strong muscles. He hissed, another chuckle leaving him. “That’s it, baby. Show me how much you like when I fuck that pussy. You love it, don’t you? Such a good girl.”

You moaned, nodding your head without an answer to give. Your boyfriend’s fingers pinched your nipples again, tugging on them just to roll the bud with his fingers. 

“Please! P-Please! I love it so much, Rafe!” You voiced, tits bouncing against the sand due to the force of his thrusts. You could feel the warmth coursing through your body, that inevitable sensation of an orgasm showing the tip of its nose. The grip you had over Rafe’s biceps tightened which made him hiss quietly into your ear. “Coming! I need to come!” You added, mouth wide open.

Rafe’s balls slapped against your ass as he took more support on his knees after your words, his hands moving away from your tits just to press flat against the sand. He groaned, head falling against your shoulders.

“I know baby, I know. Come for me, yeah? Be a good girl, I know you are.” He said, making your ass bounce with the force of his thrusts. His bulbous tip rubbed against your g-spot and you could only cry out when the orgasm took over your body.

“Yes, fuck! Coming!” You gasped at your boyfriend, eyes wide. Muscles contracted, body squirmed, toes curled. 

Rafe’s cursed as your gummy walls clenched around his cock, your juices coating his length and sticking to his base and balls. He only needed a few more thrusts to bury himself all the way inside you, shooting his creamy, thick load into your pussy. A raw moan left his throat as he came, sweaty forehead shifting to your nape. “Fuck… Fuck, she squeezed me so good I couldn’t stop myself.” He spoke after a moment.

You both stayed in that position for what seemed like hours (even if it was only seconds) before Rafe slowly pulled out of your sloppy hole. Semen leaked out immediately, thick globs disappearing in the sand before your boyfriend helped you up on your feet. 

Rafe had a smile on his face, one that usually meant trouble and after what you had both done, you didn’t even question it. “Want to get cleaned up in the water?” He just asked, one hand lifting to brush sand away from your sweaty cheek. You bent to grab your dress before nodding your head at his question. 

“Yeah, I don’t want to go back to the party all sweaty and smelling like sex.” 

Rafe didn’t reply but suddenly grabbed you by the waist, throwing you on his shoulder before walking toward the water. You laughed loudly, slapping his back. “Get me down, you asshole! I don’t want to ruin my hair!”

“Nah, don’t care. Should have thought about that before letting me fuck you in the sand.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

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[violained]

hey so just a reminder that the "r-word" is a slur, one that is widely considered to be unreclaimable. it is incredibly dehumanizing and is rooted deeply in eugenics, emotional abuse, and forced institutionalization. if you think this slur is okay to say, please educate yourself on its history & usage. i've been seeing people throw it around on here way too comfortably

[samwspn]

♱˚. ᵎ sam winchester x angel!reader (platonic + romantic hcs)

platonic::

♱ it was difficult for him to understand, you were the first angel he met, and he couldn't believe angels were actually real. you came to him when he prayed, it was such a strong prayer that you heard it even miles away

♱ he didn't tell dean or anyone, dean wouldn't believe him (not before meeting cas)

♱ sam started praying more often, desperate to meet with you, since your presence gave him this amazing feeling of peace and awe

♱ he was pretty annoyed when you told him you have to focus on heaven stuff, but he understood it. it's your "job" afterall

♱ things started getting surprisingly nice, he stopped praying so you could have a break from him and you started showing up because you wanted to

♱ it was fun hanging out with sam, plus you started helping in hunts, mostly using your powers from afar, not straight up brawl and fighting, more of an assistance, or guidance

♱ he would often be all worried about you if you were ever involved in the fighting, forgetting you could heal yourself and him as well . "haven't gotten used to it", he'd say, scoffing

romantic::

♱ something shifted though... as an angel, it had never crossed your mind about falling for a human. that's prohibited, a crime, despicable, wow

♱ who cares tho :] you two had it pretty secretly, meeting and spending more time together, alone, just talking for hours, until it wasn't just talking... it was the urge to place your hand on top of his... it was the way he tucked your hair behind your ear... and the way he touched your face with his lips in the most gentle manner you've seen, specially from a human. it felt so... heavenly. pure

♱ it was always very pure, something so loving, like both of you were discovering what love really was

♱ sam unironically asked you if you were an angel when you two first met, not knowing you were actually one.

reblogs appreciated ♡♡

[severedlamb]

garrett graham definitely gets turned on when he sees you wearing his hockey jersey.

normally you’d sleep in one of his t-shirts when you stayed over, but you saw one of his jerseys folded up in his drawer and couldn’t resist trying it on.

garrett would go absolutely crazy when he saw you in it, walking into his room to see you lazily lounging in his bed with it on would have him freezing in place.

at first you couldn’t quite gauge his reaction — that was until you saw him discreetly trying to adjust himself, immediate arousal flowing through his body at the sight.

“fuck baby, what are you doing with that on?” he asked breathily, his training bag dropping to the floor with a soft thud.

you just playfully shrugged in response, letting the view speak for itself.

when he saw that you were only wearing a little pair of panties underneath, his clothes were in a pile at his feet before you could even blink.

and he would make you keep it on while he fucked you, the material bunched up between his fingers as he used it as leverage to pull you closer to him.

[pittsick]

ִ ࣪ ⋆ 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 headcanons.

( +18 ) mdni / fluff, smut, light angst. afab!college!reader & college professor!sam.

reblog is a creator's best-friend, thank you!!

Professor Sam always notices when you arrive a few minutes early. At first you sit in the third row, then the second, and eventually the front in the short notice of weeks. He pretends he doesn't notice the pattern, but he starts looking for you the moment he walks into the lecture hall.

He keeps office hours ridiculously late because he knows students have jobs and busy schedules. Somehow, your questions always end up turning into hour-long conversations about history, books, and life when you stay in his office even when you should be home.

Sam starts recommending books that might interest you. Every recommendation has little sticky notes tucked inside with comments like, “Read chapter six, you'll like this argument.”

Professor Sam is painfully aware of professional boundaries but he just can't stop myself from getting you coffee early in the morning, driving you back home after a long day or smile at you when you disagree about his class. He looks out for you, lets his eyes follow you, thinking about you more than he should.

Sam hates himself the moment he realizes his feelings have become something more: one innocent smile from you after class lingers in his mind far longer than it should, and he spends the entire drive home trying to force himself to think about anything else. He starts avoiding being alone with you, keeps office-hour conversations painfully short, and refuses to meet your eyes for too long because every stolen glance feels like another failure of the standards he's spent his whole career trying to uphold.

He spends the semester convincing himself you're just another student… until it's not working anymore and he suddenly doesn't know what excuse he has to avoid you; you're always in his office, trying to talk about books and mythology and he think you might feel the same as he does.

Sam kisses you like he's been holding himself back for months—which, in truth, he has. The first kiss is slow, hesitant, almost questioning, until you smile against his lips and all that restraint melts into something impossibly tender; the professionalism is gone out of the window.

He becomes quietly affectionate in private: his hand settles naturally on your waist when you pass beside him in hallways, he'll brush a kiss against your forehead while you're visiting his office, and if you sit on his desk, he'll step between your knees without thinking, smiling every time you loop your arms around his neck.

He absolutely melts when you steal one of his sweaters: seeing the sleeves hanging over your hands does something to him he can't quite explain, and he has to look away for a second just to gather himself.

But Professor Sam isn't just a gentleman, no. He tells you to be quiet when you cockwarm him while he grades paper, slapping your cunt when you make too many noises and press kisses to your neck to reward you when you clench around his shaft.

He loves fucking you on his desk or in his class room when everyone is gone; he can make you come as much as he wants. Seeing you drool on the wooden desk makes him so fucking hard, and he often thinks about it as he teach History.

Sam makes you call him Sir and Professor while he has you folded on his desk, looking at the way his cock disappears inside your sloppy hole. “You like it, uh? You like having your professor's cock inside you, baby?” He'd tell you, caressing your face gently, on contrary of his crude words.

Having you suck his cock while he's in the middle of a zoom meeting, needing to keep his moans to himself or he will automaticy get fired and probably sued. The thrill makes him come so fast and so much in your mouth, filling it up with his thick semen. You want him to be proud, so you swallow it all. Sam pats your head under the desk, throwing a quick but soft smile at you.

Sex with Professor Sam is good, but it's more than just that. He's more than just an older, experienced man to you. You love him and you know he loves you too, no matter how secret your relationship is. Sam often feels guilty about it, some small part of him always worries people will assume he took advantage of his position but you know the truth.

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[nuitts]

[wintrynightz]

Sam Winchester dating an artist…

Late evenings spend together drawing while in each other arms

Dedicated to my babe @samwspn ♡

[filthgf]

⠀ ⠀ minors 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 enter⠀𓂅⁩ ۫ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ִ ⊹ backseat ; 𝓢𝐚𝐦 𝓦𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫⠀࿐ ׂ  ⠀ ©⠀𝒇𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗀𝖿⠀᭝⠀2026.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wc,⠀275%.

dean had gone inside the gas station, surely scoping out the whole place in desperate search of the pie section in the mini bakery. which left you and sam to pass the time amongst yourselves.

it hadn’t even been a full two minutes until sam cramped himself in the backseat of the impala, practically pouncing on you against the leather seats, which quickly began to grow sticky from the shared sweat. the windows fogged, and baby’s metal frame rocked above the parking lot’s pavement. sam was balls deep inside you, rocking and grinding his hips to sheath his fat cock through your meaty walls.

“g.. god—mm, fuck, sam—” your fingers threaded through the brunette strands on his head, clutching in time with the strong clench your pussy gave him, pulling him into you in both ways. sam moaned against your lips before sealing them with his own, a low grumble vibrating from his adam’s apple as you continued to pull him down by his hair.

the mutual gush between your bodies rang in your ears and coated the seats of dean’s precious car. sam ducked his head until it was snugly tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing hot, slobbery kisses and sucking bruises on the skin of your collarbones.

sam shuddered as he came inside you, feeling his release begin to travel back to your opening and leak over the leather beneath the two of you. your lips clashed together once more as you rode out your highs, breaking with the quick sound of your mixed saliva, right as the bell to the gas station doors rang again, signaling dean’s return.

[beafond]

𝓣𝗬𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚…

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ) Bruce Wayne x fem!office siren!reader. workplace romance, employer/employee relationship, slow burn, mutual pining, texting/social media format, light flirting, age gap, food mention, late-night work, overworking, reader is Bruce's assistant, eventual romance.

꒰ fio’s filings : first time making this kind of fanfiction 😗 if it’s ass … suck it up brochacho idfk . also like ignore the time stamps idk how to change em so … actually just dont be picky how about that 😀

© 𝕭𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃. 2026 all rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate or feed any of my work into ai.

[samwspn]

ꔫ  ࣪ ˖ ♡ daily early seasons sam winchester

[nuitts]

my boy