#real good

[graementality]

MORE Falsettos studies I love these doomed gays

[sirlonius]

I want you to release it all as I unwind every taut fiber and reservation in your being with every stroke. Come, undone...

I want you to melt.

[scarlct-vvitch]

i think this brandon sanderson guy may be onto something

[noctiva]

tivs . tivs hear me out .

reader who wears glasses and toby being addicted to cumming on them when they’re giving him head 😇

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YES! toby +…. glasses kink? is that a thing? because he’s a fucking dog so he’d def get horny over something so mundane LMFAO

cumming all over the lenses after you give him head, making you keep them on when he fucks you so he can watch them fog up, pushing them up the bridge of your nose when they start slipping off your face from the force of his movements…. hmmmmm

this reminds me of an idea I had WAYYYYY back where reader wears toby’s goggles while she gives him head and he busts all over the lenses lmfao

[mof-rot]

Is this fandom even around anymore?

[spidersoulss]

Hair Dye PT 2

Pairings: Sam Winchester x f!Reader

Summary: Sam did warn you that you were gonna get it later, and get it you did

Warnings: Smut, (PinV, Fingering, rough sex, dominant Sam) sexual tension, jealous Sam

Word Count: 1,958

The trip to Louisiana was mostly quiet, not including Dean's blaring music. You sat in the backseat, looking more into the case you guys were about to walk into. 

You would occasionally look up from your screen and catch sam either glaring at or eye fucking you. You couldn't tell which one, but you assumed it was the latter. He was like that the whole way, only chiming in to give his thoughts on the case or occasionally grunting in response to things. 

You couldn't brush it off, due to his earlier statements of how you were ‘going to get it later.’ the thought alone had you clenching your thighs in the backseat. Sam noticed immediately, he always picks up on the little things you do. He looked away and smirked to himself, loving the effect he could have on you.

Dean didn't notice though, thank god. He was too busy singing along to the music or theorizing about what you could possibly be hunting. Which he is set on it being a werewolf, as were you and sam

The details of the case gave it away instantly, people being murdered with their hearts missing. It was blatantly obvious. 

“This should be easy then, a one and done type hunt” you say, the brothers both agree. 

You arrive at the motel, the usual set-up was Dean in one bed and you and Sam in the other, or Dean on the couch and you on the other bed. This time it was the former of that. 

You could feel Sam's eyes on you, you knew he was trying his damn best to hold it together and not pounce on you in front of his older brother. It made your stomach flutter. His jaw clenching and relaxing was a tell tale sign. 

You're in the middle of unpacking your things when Dean slaps his knee and stands up. “I'm gonna go for a beer run, maybe talk to the locals at the bar, who's comin?” he asks, “I'll go!” you chirp. 

Truth be told you were having too much fun witnessing Sam slowly lose his mind, no harm in making him wait a little longer, right? Plus he did promise you'd get it good, and you wanted it to be good.

“Sam?” Dean asks his brother, who is lost in your trance. Sam tears his gaze away from you, “yeah- yeah i'll go” you smirk to yourself, turning on your heel and following Dean to the car. 

The ride to the bar is short, Sam had his eyes glued to yours in the rearview mirror the whole time. You can see the gears turning in his head about what he wants to do with you later and your stomach flutters. 

You thought it would be amusing to tease him even more, amp up the torture if you will. You make sure he's looking at you and ‘adjust’ your shirt, making your cleavage a bit more visible. Sam sucks in a quiet breath and clears his throat. 

You knew the effect you had on your boyfriend, he's made it so obvious before. Which he really shouldn't have, you take advantage of it too often. Poor guy, all pent up and nothing to do about it. 

Dean pulls up to the bar and the three of you are off on your own to get info about the case. You put on your best act of being tipsy, talking like a bimbo with the older men. It works like a charm every time. 

Talking to one man in particular, Sam catches you out of the corner of his eye. A jealous pang hits him right in the chest. He knows you're just getting information, but how close you're getting is setting him off. His jaw ticks, just wanting this stupid case to be over so he can fuck you so hard until youre begg-

“Sam!” Dean's voice breaks him out of his thoughts, “what?” he frowns and his eyes flick to you beside dean; a ridiculously smug look on your face. “we’re leaving, I got a lead,” his older brother informs. Sam nods, “right, yeah.”

You get back to the motel to change into your fbi costumes. Dean insists that they're uniforms and chastises you everytime you say otherwise. 

Your “uniform” consisted of a low cut blouse with a slightly too short pencil skirt, tights, and your favorite pair of your shoes; black mary jane pumps. You put your hair into a claw clip, a few strands framing your face.

Sam can't take it anymore, he's gone too long enduring your teasing and having to put up with not being able to bend you over right then and there. He has to do something about it, or he will surely combust. 

He clears his throat, “Hey, Dean, why don't we split up while talking to the leads,” Sam suggest. You side eye him as you slip on your mary janes. Dean looks at him for a moment, considering it. His eyes flick between him and you. 

Dean isn't oblivious to the way Sam feels about you and vice versa, and he definitely does not want to deal with being a third wheel on your guys’ sexual tension. “Yeah whatever, no dickin’ around though” he squints at Sam, earning a scoff from his younger brother.

Dean leaves the two of you alone. You bend down to grab your back and Sam comes up behind you, gliding his hands along the curve of your ass, grinding his erection into you. He is impossibly hard. And it's all because of you.

You suck in a breath. “Sam-” he shushes you, slowly lifting up your skirt, letting out a groan when he sees your panties. “Do you know how long this trip has been-” he slides his big hand over your clothed pussy. You whine softly, “-with your teasing, and how long ive been thinking about-” he slaps your ass and continues speaking, “-fucking you so hard until you can barely walk? Baby you're killin me” he says lowly. 

You giggle softly and grind your ass into the tent in his pants. He lets out a groan, reaching down to grab you by the hair and yank you up so your back is pressed against him. “Naughty girl” he growls. 

You whimper and he spins you around, pressing you against the wall. He looks like a crazed man, desperate for something that's been kept from him for far too long. The wet patch in your panties grows, even more so when he presses his knee in between your thighs. 

He attacks your mouth hungrily, his hands tangled in your hair. You moan into his mouth, allowing his tongue access. One of his hands travels down your body, caressing your skin as he creeps under your blouse. Your skin is on fire from his touch, his usual affect on you. 

He snakes his hand below your panties and he groans lowly in your ear. “Ohh baby you're so wet for me already? Needy girl” he bites your lower lip and kisses you once gently. “Says you,” you moan.

He huffs a laugh and inserts two fingers, you whine and look up at him through your lashes. “Yeah, says me” he scissors his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, moans and whimpers fall from your lips. 

Sam's long fingers reach the good spots inside of you. He leans down and kisses and suckles on your skin, leaving marks along the way. Your hands tangle in his hair, and he groans. “Im close” 

“Ah ah” he removes his now soaked fingers, you whine at the loss of contact. “You don't get to cum yet, not when you've been teasing me all day” he teases. 

“Open” he presses his fingers to your lips and you obey, sucking yourself clean off. You taste sweet. “Good girl~” he praises, kissing you deeply to get a taste for himself. 

Sam works at his pants, shucking them off. You get a visible outline of his hardened cock, his boxers dont do him enough justice for the sheer size of him. 

You swallow thickly as you stare. “See how worked up you get me? I've been like this all day, for you” he admits, your stomach flutters and you flush at his words. You say nothing and reach out to palm him through his boxers.

He audibly moans. You love it when he's vocal, it gets you going even more. He cups your face and kisses you, toying with the waistband of your skirt. “Off” he demands, you do as he says and shuffle out of your skirt, along with your tights and panties. 

Sam pulls his boxers off, his erection springing free. The head of him is red and leaky, begging for some sort of relief. “Babygirl I need you to jump for me,” he tells you as he caresses your thighs, you do, he holds you against the wall. His cock is pressed up against your core and you whimper.

He slowly glides himself across your folds a few times, spreading your slick everywhere. “Sam please” you plead to him in your sickly sweet voice. You know he can't deny you when you speak like that. “Oh baby” he coos at you before slamming inside you with no warning. 

You cry out, your hands gripping hard on Sam's shoulders. “Oh fuck!” your eyes trail down to see how much he fills you up. You clench around him and he groans.

Sam begins to mercilessly pound into you, leaving you a crying moaning mess. “Thought you could do this to me and get away with it? Ohhh babygirl i told you i'd give it to you, and look at you now, drooling as I abuse this pretty pussy” all you can do is moan his name and claw at his back. 

“Look at you, already dumb for my cock, you want to cum on it, huh? Wanna cum on my cock pretty girl?” he teases, your walls clench around him and he groans. “Yes, yes please wanna cum on your cock, please sam” you plead, nearing your orgasm. 

“Go on then, let go and cum like a good girl” he says almost in a moan. You snap and your release hits you like a tidal wave, Sam kisses you through your high. He doesn't slow down. 

“I'm not done with you yet, gonna let me cum inside you, let me put a baby in you pretty girl please let me fill you up baby please” he practically whimpers. God this man has you in a chokehold. 

You nod your head fervently, “please, i want it so bad, i'm on the pill it's okay” you tell him. Sam picks up the pace, drilling into you even harder now. Youre shocked you havent gone through the wall with how hard hes fucking you. “You take me so well babygirl” he grunts.

“Please fill me up, i want you to cum inside me please” you whine, this sends sam over the edge and he spills himself inside you. His cock twitches as a mix of your juices drip onto the floor below. 

He carries you over to the bed and lays you down gently, kissing you more sweetly this time. “Did I go too hard?” he looks at you with slight worry. You chuckle and shake your head, “no that was perfect” you sigh. 

A look of relief washes over his face. “Okay good” he kisses your forehead and proceeds to clean the two of you up. 

Sam checks his phone afterwards, it has multiple missed calls from Dean. “Oh shit- we should probably go help him” both of you rush to help dean, praying he's got a handle on the werewolf.

Sorry Dean!

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[yehoria-offical]

Imagine how good a transformers movie directed by Guillermo del Toro would be