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PISTACHIO OR WHOEVER THAT ARTIST IS

(FRANK)enstein

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someone stole your work. it's Mnemosyne, or @mnemosynetheone. it's your "wet dreamz" fic. which i ADORE btw, but this person thought it would be ok to steal i guess? smh. looking forward to more sam fics from you though ;)

THANK YOUUUUUUU BABY THANK YOU!!!! i asked politely for this person to remove it but they haven’t :,(((((

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hi pookie, I just wanted to let you know that I think someone copied one of your works. it wouldn’t let me send it to you, but here’s a ss of the first bit w the persons username at the top.

omg babe thank you so much!!!!!!! ur so sweet i had no idea thank you

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hey!!! please please delete this cus this is bar for bar my thing and i’m not rly comfortable with that!!!!

restless night

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings:doggy, praise from sam, size kink, finger stuff

“you’re—fuck, being too loud, baby,” he murmured, voice soft against your ear. even with your face muffled in the pillow, the sounds you were making were way too loud for him to brush off as just him taking care of a hangover. if anyone outside the motel paid enough attention, they would know exactly what was happening in here. “gotta… gotta keep it down a little.”

“m—m’trying,” you slurred into the pillow again, clamping your teeth into the fabric of the pillow, trying to bite back a soft cry at the sensation of him sitting idle inside you. he was stretching you out, due to his big size of 8 inches, and for a girl who was shorter than 6’4 and wasn’t 200 pounds of pure muscle? that was a lot to take.

sam’s hand came down to gently trace the arch of your back, pushing you further into the mattress for a better angle. “s’gotta be really... really hard for you,” he was blabbering now, still rocking into you. he was trying desperately not to let out any sounds of his own, which was very difficult when you were being so, good for him. “doing so... so good, baby.” he reminded.

slowly, his fingers that were curled around your hips tightened to an almost bruising grip, and he pushed himself—all eight inches inside.  the sensation had you seeing stars, a loud gasp leaving your throat, eyes squeezing shut.

one of sam’s big hands quickly came to cover your mouth, desperate to keep you quiet now. his hips leaned back then thrusted forward, burying himself completely inside you as a soft, strained gasp left him. his fingers pressed against your lips, trying to contain the sounds that you tried to let out. “you... you’re gonna wake up the whole—fuck.” sam’s fingers pressed down more firmly, keeping you silent as he continued to move inside your tight heat.

“you gotta be... be so quiet,” he slurred, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you clenching around him. he started to speed up, just barely, still trying to keep you from being completely loud. you gasped as he sped up, biting his finger gently to keep yourself quiet—a sharp whine leaving him at the sensation.

“such a … fuck.. a good girl,” sam whispered, his fingers loosening a bit as your whimpers got higher. his hands moved to grab your ass, holding you to him as he began to thrust harder into you. his voice was becoming more strained. “takin’ it so well, yeah, that’s right, that’s—“

Sam woke with a sharp breath, his heart hammering in his chest. His skin felt too warm, his sheets tangled around his legs. For a moment, he lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, the remnants of the dream clinging stubbornly to his mind.

“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, running a hand over his face. It was just a dream. Just a dream.

But the way it had felt—the way you had felt—wasn’t fading.

The next morning, he avoided you like you were a live wire. Every time you came into the kitchen, he suddenly needed to refill his coffee or check something in the library. And when you laughed at one of Dean’s stupid jokes, Sam felt a heat creep up his neck, remembering pieces of the night before.

“You okay?” you asked him once, tilting your head.

Sam cleared his throat, not meeting your eyes. “Yeah. Just… didn’t sleep great.”

If you noticed the way he couldn’t quite look at you, you didn’t mention it. But Sam knew it was only a matter of time before he slipped—and you’d know exactly what had been running through his mind.

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LIT AF!!!!!!!!!

hiii girlie!! i looove how you write nerd!sam and i need MORE of him

like, i was thinking abt popular!reader x him and how he’d be sooo in love with her and be like the ultimate simp for her, helping her with the tests, homeworks and all that, and she’s like omgg he’s so kind and smart i want to ruin him ;!,!.!:’sdm

all yours

warnings: stanford!sam x cheerleader!reader, highkey sub!sam but more of like a desperate “yes maam” type of sam, palming, semi public? (under the bleachers), teensy size kink (its me what do you expect), safe sex!! not proofread booo whatever. reader takes care of him, and shes in control.

you had sam wrapped around your pretty little finger, and you didnt even know it.

though youd never paid too much attention to him, hes always there. two rows infront of you during your lectures, sitting by the fountain while you hungout with your girls, and on the sidelines as you cheered. and during all of these moments he managed to have a book shoved in his face at all times, and something about that drew you in.

you knew he had a little crush on you… thats what made it so easy for you to trick him into helping you study, “hey!! you ready?” you panted, jogging up to him from across the field and onto the bleachers as practice concluded.

“y-yup, how was practice?” he barely made eye contact with you, and when he did they went down to your cleavage pretty quick so with that hes trying to stay clear of being hit by just looking around. after a few quick sentences of small talk you got down to it, the field had cleared out and time had passed.

“alright so when this is above this you make it- woah” he gasped as your fingers played up his denim clad thigh innocently. “youre a good teacher, sammy” you looked up at him through heavy lashes as the sunset hit him in the most beautiful way.

“if only i could pay attention…” the whisper hit his ears with grace as you trailed your lips against his jaw.

“what are you talking about- we should really focus” his tone being shaky and nervous, you take a moment to grab the book and slam it shut. “no baby im boredddd, can i take care of you?” you brought the pencil the rest behind his ear and in one swift motion you pull his jaw to look at you. “is this real?” sam asked with a flustered look in his eyes.

“its real, super real-“ kisses being trailed against his neck then finally one to his lips, reassuring him of the reality hes experiencing. “will you come with me?” you say sweetly grabbing his hand to pull him up.

“god ill do anything you want.” hes breathless already.

thats how you ended up straddling him underneath the bleachers as he laid against the fence, telling him how sweet he is to you and how insanely smart he is as he lets you attack him with kisses. ‘this is the way to go out’ he thinks to himself blissfully looking up at you with stars in his eyes.

“so so sweet, please let me help..” you palm him through his jeans while you request. he finds himself nodding disgustingly fast for his comfort but he doesnt care he needs this more than anything.

he pulls out a condom from his pocket, XL might i add, and this shocks you. “always prepared huh whinchester?” you laugh as you rip the package open, and with this you swiftly undid his belt and zipper, pulling him out of his boxers with ease. “what? oh. no no its not like that its just for-“ you cut his ramble off quickly with a gasp.

“oh my god-“ you say in pure awh snapping him out of his trance. “what? what oh god whats wrong im sorr-“

“shh i was just gonna say youre so big baby calm down i should be the one worried!!” you giggle as you roll the condom onto his thick cock and start to stroke him a few times to get him ready, as if he wasnt hard as a rock to begin with. while you laughed he just laid his head back, this must be a dream, a pretty girl like you telling a nerdy loser like him that hes got a big dick. all he can do is smile.

“mhm, please-“ he begs quietly for more, and you have to oblige i mean after everything hes done for you why not!! you swiftly pull your uniform to the side teasing him between your slit, “it might take a little” you whimper out at the stimulation to your clit.

“jesus actual christ-take your time sweetheart” flustered at the implication of your comment, his hands finally fell onto your hips for the first time and so did the nickname. you really like him…

finally you lower yourself onto him inch by inch, feeling everything so well, the two of you moaned so quietly trying not to alert anyone who might be around of your presence. “wanted you so bad sammy, so bad, ‘only reason i got you to tutor me” you moan out as you leave a trail of sloppy kisses on his face. your pink glittery lipgloss left stains on his cheeks as his hair splayed a mess on his forehead being held by sweat. he looked so perfect like this, so ruined by you.

“shit you couldve jus’ asked- dont have any other girls you know thahhhfuck-“ you bottomed out, hes never been so fucked out before. you start to bounce up and down on him fitting him easily now, “can i please…” his whine too pathetic to ignore as he rested his head against your tits, begging to pull up your shirt. “awh baby” you leave a kiss to his head as your hips come to a slowed pace “go ahead” you finish your sentence before pulling your tight top to rest above your chest as his eyes light up, and his lips fixate on kissing and sucking them.

the two of you making a mix of moans and whines before it all becomes too much, “m’cumming im so sorry so sorry fuck” hes blabbing on the plush your breast, leaving trails of slobber leaking down your chest. his voice all squeaky and raspy just how you like. after reassuring him that you were close and wanted him to finish, he obviously did and with a loud moan of your name mixed a few curse words no doubt.

hes not a very experienced guy, but you liked that and hes allllll yours now.

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YAY!!!!

guys i JUST realized that my anonymous reqs werent on???? yall PLEASEEEEE DONT LET THAT HOLD UOU BACK THEYRE ON NOW!!!

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LITTTYYYYYY

warnings: BIG size kink, clueless nerdy clark, riding, stupid jokes…

riding clark senseless after hes been gone a few days, “oh gosh- look at you…” hed say mesmerize watching you bounce on the tip of his cock. his calloused hands sat on your bare hips as he laid there whimpering at the feeling, needing more.

“agh fuck too big too big-“ you squeal out into a moan as he slams your hips down in one quick thrust, filling you to the hilt. your face quickly turned from pain to pleasure but that didnt stop him from apologizing. “m’sorry so sorrr- baby im sorry” hes grasping for anything to get you off, but hes making the connection that it seems you dont want to.

“so big-mmso deep..yes yes-” your bounces become more primal, “you like it?” hed ask truly confused as to how the feeling of being split open could possibly be pleasurable for you.

“fuck-yes god i love your big cock”

the words fell slimy off your tongue and he could tell you were reaching your goal soon. his eyes widened at your crass confession. “really?” he smiled a soft chuckle coming from his lips. hes proud of himself.

it takes a while for him to cum, ya know the whole kryptonian stamina thing, so youre gonna have to drain him for all hes got!!! it might take 6 rounds but im sure you can do it

you clench around him, making him let out a grunt of pure need, “so pretty like this…” the kansas drawl sneaking through as he grazes your bare tits so softly, pushing you over the edge. your movements become unreasonable now, making your tits spill out of his hands sending a shockwave through him. “thank you-thank you” you ramble on, reaching for his biceps to sink your nails into as he lays there with hearts in his eyes guiding you through your orgasm.

“no, thank YOU!!” a stupid grin spreading across his cheeks as you wind down from your high, the joke rapidly flying ofer your head, he doesnt even need to cum the sight of you is enough for him!!

i really wanna write sub!clark lmk if yall would be into that…

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sorry for the long wait yall SUPER busy week for me but i promise i will get everything out soon!!!!! please dont lose faith in me lol </33333 love yall!!

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the people have spoke…. sam winchester bj it is!!!

i’ll get right on ittttt ;)

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hmmmmmmmmmmmm what do i write next guys!!!

please lmk!!!!!!!

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text insp.

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what the fuck is matty healy saying EVER

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OH JY GOD 1000 NOTES IH MY SAM THING THANK YALL SO KUCH !!!!!!!! aOh my god

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hi guys talk to me what’s going onnn!!! 😊😊

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handsy whiny makeout sesh w tyler 😇💞

TONGUE TIED

god you know me so well. oh you know me SO well. first thing for tyler i really reallyyy hope you like it babe, it’s a lil short but i hope i get the point across!!!

warnings: nothing much just making out, mentions of him grabbing ur tits lol, tongue stuff!!

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it started like it always did—quiet.

just the two of you in your room, the late afternoon light slanting in through the blinds, dust floating like stars in the amber air. tyler was sitting on the edge of the couch, hoodie sleeves shoved up to his forearms, fingers laced between his knees like he was trying so hard to be calm.

but you knew that look.

that twitchy, restless heat behind his eyes. the way his foot bounced. the way he chewed at the inside of his cheek every time you shifted in front of him.

“babe,” he murmured, barely louder than the soft hum of your fan.

you turned to look at him, one hand still tugging your sweatshirt off over your head. “what?”

his eyes followed the hem, just for a second, then flicked up to yours. “come closer,” he whined, reaching for you. “i miss—”

you didn’t even let him finish.

you were already crawling into his lap, slotting your knees on either side of his hips, arms draping over his shoulders like gravity pulled you there. he let out the softest groan as you settled, his hands instantly gripping your waist, desperate and grounding like he couldn’t believe you were actually touching him.

“jesus,” he whispered, already breathless.

and then you kissed him.

hard.

like you’d been waiting all day—no, all week—for this exact moment. like kissing him was the only thing keeping you alive.

his hands flew up, one tangling in your hair, the other already sliding up, cupping your tit through the old shirt you wore. he took his hand from your hair and slid down to your waist, tugging you even closer until you were practically flush, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

your mouths moved fast and greedy, teeth clashing once, a muffled mmph from him when your tongue slid against his, open and messy and so full of need.

“tyler,” you gasped, pulling back just barely, lips swollen, forehead touching his.

“don’t stop,” he begged, hands sliding down your sides. “don’t stop, baby, please—”

you kissed him again, slower this time, but deeper. his fingers dug into the fabric of your shorts, hips twitching up like he didn’t mean to, like he physically couldn’t help it. your name tumbled out of his mouth between kisses, sloppy and hot, a broken sort of prayer.

“god, you’re—” he moaned softly as you tugged at the collar of his hoodie, trying to get closer, closer, like you wanted to crawl inside him.

his head tilted, lips dragging down to your jaw, then back to your mouth like he couldn’t stand being anywhere else for more than a second.

you whined softly against him, hands gripping at his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist. “i missed you.”

he nodded, breath shaky. “i missed you too, baby—fuck, i missed your mouth—”

you giggled a little, dazed and flushed and fully tangled up in him, before he kissed you again, swallowing the sound, groaning into your mouth like it hurt to stop.

and neither of you did.

not for a long, long while.

just kissing.

hot, open-mouthed, whiny, sweet kissing.

you in his lap.

him saying your name like it was a lifeline.

the rest of the world forgotten, lost in the warmth of your hands, your mouths, the heavy air between each kiss.

and god—neither of you ever wanted to come back down.