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SYNOPSIS: fucking sammy while he’s trying to read you the notes he wrote so you could catch up on the lore.

CHARACTER: male reader x sam winchester

NOTE: @mysterymachine67 you’re amazing. THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA. you’re my lil meow meow now.

WC: 0,7k

WARNING: idek, tbh, it’s nothing extreme.

sam’s fingers clenched around his notebook, the leather creaking under the weight of the force. he felt like it was the only thing grounding him. his knuckles were white, the page beneath his thumbs wrinkled a bit. poor guy didn’t even notice. he was standing there, hands on the table. sam was panting softly, his eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to concentrate on speaking. not that he could, really; your languid, deep thrusts into him weren’t a help at all. your hands on his waist, chest pressed to his back. he was tense, rigid even, but he made no attempt to move. he just shifted on the balls of his feet, bending over a tad. so compliant.

“sam?” you muttered, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “y-yes?” he answered after a short pause, voice tight. “you were saying something about balance?” sam’s breath stuttered and his head dipped forward. “..right. right, uh.” he blinked profusely, trying to gather his thoughts. your thumbs were pressing against the small of his back. he didn’t have to do anything besides take you. fuck, he needed to focus. “the— the balance in the glyphs. it- uh, it matters. has to be perfect or— or.. or the protection breaks.” he barely even managed to get that one out. you could hear how hard he tried to keep his voice level, to stay scholarly. professional. but he was unraveling too fast. the slow thrusts, the way you were stretching him out, the way your cock head prodded at his prostate just slightly — it was making his knees weak and hands clench. his breathy stammering was making you twitch inside him; he was so fucking hot.

“i need you to focus, sam. don’t want to get myself killed. continue reading, baby.” you urged him softly. he tensed even more, if that was possible. “i—” he started but cut himself off with a small gasp. shit. he squirmed a bit, pushing his hips back to meet yours. he wanted more but he had to help you catch up. “besides the— the glyphs, i did more research about.. mghh... about demons.” sam’s voice was cracking, heightening in pitch ever so often. “yea? lemme hear it.” you coaxed, giving a deeper, harsher thrust. it made sam stumble forward a very small bit, his thighs tensing. he groaned at the action, propping himself on the table by his forearms instead. “d—dah- ah—” he mewled out, hands clenching to fists as he scrunched his face up. you picked up the pace out of nowhere. the force of your thrusts got brutal. “de—demon.. hie-ie..ah, ah shit.. shit..” he kept his voice a whisper, his tone making it sound like a desperate plea. “nuh-uh, sam. finish the sentence. i want to know.” you breathed out, pressing an opened mouth kiss to the nape of his neck. sam made a sound that was not understandable; somewhere between a pathetic moan and a grunt. “goddamn it.. i- swear..” he mumbled to himself, his knees buckling, though it was barely noticeable. “demon hierarchies.” sam got out quickly, his voice strained and breathless. “i found this— uh.. ffffuck.. this reference— to- to crossroad deals— and how they—!” he paused, head falling forward and making contact with the table, eliciting a small bang noise. he mewled helplessly, arching his back to feel more comfortable as he pushed his ass back. he just needed your cock right now. “sam.” you said firmly, sounding a bit disappointed. “sss-sorry, shit.. i jus’— i can’t— not- not right now. nghhhgg..” he got out, voice all broken and pathetic. “you’re not— not even.. listening.”

“damn it, sam. i was, you know?” you mumbled against the nape of his neck, your nose buried in his hair as you pounded into him, fucking him senseless. “listening to those pretty sounds.. so gorgeous, sam. so fucking gorgeous.” he whined in response, a very moderate grumble leaving his parted lips. it’s not that he didn’t appreciate the praise, he was more focused on the fact that you weren’t listening to a thing he was saying. you don’t even skim half the lore, you just jump right into it and sam constantly worries for your well-being. your arms moved up front, encircling his torso. hands planted firmly against his pecs, pressing your face into the back of his shoulder. sam shifted, haphazardly shoving his journal away with one hand, letting out short puffs of breath against the wooden surface. “i’ll catch up later. i swear, baby.” you muttered into the fabric of his shirt and he squared his shoulders a bit, legs shaking already. “you better..” he breathed out, voice trembling and quiet.

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it’s short but first piece that isn’t a blurb !! who cheered —🐇

sevika fucking you in her car just cause you mentioned you were horny in the middle of the long ass drive back from visiting your family for the holidays. hands gripping the fat of your thighs as you cling to her, fingers tangling in her hair while she fucks you in the backseat. she’s grateful for the fact you’re in the middle of nowhere because the sounds coming from you are downright pornographic. pretty little whines and whimpers of her name that only seem to get her going more, burying her strap into your pretty cunt cause she’s so desperate to make u feel good ! she loves seeing her angel feeling good, and she’s alright with a delay in the schedule if it means getting you off.

��love this pussy, baby. ‘s so pretty.” she grins, eyes fixed on where you join, watching the purple of her strap disappear and reappear, practically dripping with your slick. you’re basically going stupid, clinging to her like she’s your life force.

“ohmygod, ‘vika-“ you’re keening against her, trying to get her to focus on you rather than your cunt. it’s useless. she’s drunk on it, as she often is. there’s nothing sevika loves more than your pussy, except maybe you. she looks up at you for a moment, head dipping down to kiss you so softly you almost forget the roughness of her thrusts. you’re quite sure the car is shaking, but you’re too fucked to care. “gonna make me cum, baby–“ you gasp, thighs trembling.

“hnm, i can tell, sweet thing. practically drowning me, shit,” sevika laughs cockily— she knows she fucks you good, and she’s proud of it. the little pool of your wetness that’s gathered on the blanket beneath you is proof enough for her that she should be proud. she slows her movements and you practically sob with need.

“Someone’s impatient,” you can tell from her face that she’s absolutely enjoying this, and she doesn’t even try to hold back a little grin when she speaks. her thrusts pick back up again, and she lets out a little hum in satisfaction when she hears how slick you are.

“Oh baby, listen to ‘er,” she murmurs into your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine when her thumb moves to your clit, a cocky laugh slipping from your girlfriend’s throat.

when you finally cum, letting out a downright nasty moan of her name, sevika cleans you up quickly and sets you in the back of the car with all the pillows and blankets she can find so you can get some rest while she keeps driving. what a gentleman she is.

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JSA (2024) #7 Script by Jeff Lemire Pencils and inks by Rafael De Latorre Colors by Luis Guerrero Letters by Steve Wands

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I need more of dom!top!superhero reader with pathetic adorable sub!bottom!villain:((( just imagining sub!villain cvmming so quickly when reader gets rough with him ... after all, sub!villain is just a pathetic little loser. getting dumber and dumber with each time you pound into him, and his tears just won't stop! d'aww, he'd be frantically trying to wipe those tears away as your bigger body pounds him so hard poor baby's head hits the headboard with every thrust. reader knows he shouldn't do this— but despite that, the reader puts his hand behind's villains head so it doesn't hit the wall. and that action sends villain spiraling, orgasming past overstimulation again.. what's that? oh.. his cum is all watery :(

MINORS DNI!! top male reader,, Overstim,, pathetic subvillain,, bigger reader,,

"Please-! Mh! I'm sorry!" HIs begs were pitiful, sad really. His body arched so perfectly into yours like a needy slut, you didn't even have to thrust into him at this point. His hips eagerly moving back and forth on your dick, his hole practically swallowing your cock up like it was a lifeline.

He's sobbing by now, his body completely engulfed by your stronger, larger one. Why does he even try at this point? He should know deep down by the end of the day he'll be fucked into your bed like a cheap whore. His hands clenched tightly into the bedsheets which were basically ripped off from the edges from the undeniable power of your thrusts. Your balls slapping against his raw ass.

He was frantic as he tried to whipe the tears from his face, he was meant to be the big bad villian of the city!! But he was getting so purely dominated by cock.

"Fuck! Feels too..good! I can't think!" His whines echo through the room, He swears he could feel his intelligence dimming as he cums for the..5th..6th time? By now he's too dumb to remember all he knows is pleasure and cock, maybe he's addicted to it? Each hit to his prostate is adrenaline inducing, Each tear that leaves his eyes somehow turns him on even more.

The sex is wild, the bed creaking in what he could assume was close to breaking, His head hitting the bedframe by how much his body was being jolted but what surprised him was the feeling of your hands digging into his head, pulling his body down and away from the wood, your arms caging him in.

And fuck, if that didn't make him lose it, you were the hero. Someone who was meant to induce harm and subdue him but here you were protecting his stupid head during sex? He couldn't speak, couldn't even think as he cuts again just from the thought. His raw cock splurting out cum that wasn't even cum at this point. His cheeks flushed and his tongue lolled eagerly out of his mouth.

Even as he came you kept going, he felt so fucking full just from your cum. His body warm from being caged fully under your bodyweight and he couldn't deny how much he fucking loved it. He was right where he belonged, not as a super villian but as your dumb, crying toy.

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Sam Winchester, Vessel of the Morning Star

Graphite and white colored pencil on paper, took me around 16 hours in total.

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Batman by Jenny Frison

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sammy edit to pink pony club by chappell roan... been obsessed with him to this song for ages so i decided to edit it lol

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hi tumblr i finally downloaded this app

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someone asked me for more protective bruce, and i heard tim was having a hard time recently in the comics, so here's a sketch of bruce shielding a young tim at a gala they're both at

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his little boy!!!!

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guilty conscience 😬 (i watched legion of superheroes movie)

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hang this in the louvre

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I've been thinking about a Superbat Babygirl (2024) AU for the last 24hrs. "Gotham socialite and CEO - Bruce Wayne owns the Daily Planet and enters an indecent relationship with one of the new reporters, Clark Kent."

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More Wildstorm MA design art. I kept the notes in case you want to read the thought process (be warned: the notes are not coherent)

you guys stay safe

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Midnighter and Apollo #1