#the widow

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Widow Timestamp: I Love You

Summary: Sam tells Y/N that he loves her for the first time. This is basically PWP.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Jared Padalecki Character for @j3bingo 

Warnings: flirting, kissing, smut, fingering, hand job, p in v.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: My first journey into Sam smut… please be kind 😅 Please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leave a little comment. It really does fuel our muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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SAM’S POV

“Hey, Dean,” Sam says as he answers his phone.

“Sammy, you better not bail on me tonight,” Dean grumbles, getting straight to the point as always.

“I’ll be there,” he responds. Honestly, the week he’s had at work, meeting his dad and brother at a bar on a Friday night is the last thing he wants or needs right now. A night lounging in sweats, eating Chinese food, and watching a movie he didn’t need to use too much brain power for, is what he really wants to be doing.

“Good. Just checking. Can only get you away from the office if it’s for your girl these days, so…” Dean said.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckles. “Sorry about that. She, uh…” he trails off with a chuckle, lost in thoughts of his girlfriend.

“I know, Sammy,” Dean says, and Sam can hear the smile in his older brother’s voice. “She can’t come, right?” he checks. 

“No, it’s her friend’s birthday, so they’re having a girls night,” Sam says, sounding slightly less enthusiastic than he meant to. 

“What’s the matter? Y/N got you so pussy whipped already that you can’t stand the thought of being away from her for one night?” Dean laughs, and Sam chuckles along with him.

His brother isn’t completely wrong. He and Y/N have been dating for almost three months and are blissfully in the honeymoon period of their relationship, where they can’t get enough of each other or bear to be apart for too long.

“No, it’s… I’m just tired, is all. It’s been a long week at the office. And it’s the firm’s family day tomorrow, so I’ll see Y/N then, anyway.”

“That’s right. She’s meeting all the big guns for the first time! Are you nervous?” Dean asks, and Sam sighs loudly.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be. I mean, who cares if they like her, right? Because I do, and that’s all that matters. It’s just… if I want to make partner one day, things like stable relationships and who your other half is seems to have a say in it,” Sam admits.

“They’re gonna love her, man. I think it’d be hard for anyone not to fall in love with her,” Dean reassures him. “You found a good one, Sammy. Hold onto her.”

“I know, I will.”

Despite his earlier reluctance to spend the night in a bar with his dad and brother, Sam is having a great time. With work and Y/N, it’d been a while since he’s spent this much time with them, making him feel a little guilty.

Sam’s worries about his dad and Dean teasing him about ‘his girl’ are quickly dampened when his dad asks if things are serious between them. Both men had smiled and clapped him on the back at his confirmation that it was and that he was confident she was it for him. The only slightly teasing remark so far has been from his dad.

“Better start saving for a ring, son,” John chuckles.

With both men grinning at him like idiots, Sam feels a hand slide across his shoulders. “I’m flattered, but I have a girlfriend,” he says without turning around.

“No, I’m flattered,” Y/N responds, and he smiles before turning to face his girlfriend. “And very reassured.”

“Hey, baby. What are you doing here? I thought girls’ night was across town?” Sam asks as he stands to kiss her.

“Well,” Y/N huffs with a roll of her eyes. “It was, and we were having a great time, but Charlie dragged us all the way over here because she found out the girl she’s crushing on works here. And, you know, can’t say no to the birthday girl!”

“Well, can’t say I’m not happy about that,” Sam chuckles, placing his arm around her shoulders. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“Thank you,” she smiles and glances down his body before she speaks again. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear plaid before. I like it. It’s a good look on you,” she stretches up on her tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Noted,” Sam chuckles, and Y/N giggles.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of this lovey-dovey bullcrap. Makes me wanna vomit,” Dean winks to show his jest and stands from the table. “Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?”

“No, thanks,” Y/N shakes her head. “I have one waiting for me at my table and probably three tequila shots by now. I just wanted to come over and say hi.”

“Do you, uh, wanna come to my place when you’re, you know?” Sam asks quietly, hoping it’s quiet enough that only she can hear him. His dad’s chuckle and Dean’s slap on the back, and a “Get it, Sammy!” make him want a hole to open in the ground and swallow him.

Y/N laughs, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment before he watches her take a deep breath and pull herself together.

“I’d love to, Sam. But the cardinal rule of girls night is that you can’t bail on girls night. Especially for a guy. You know that, right? It’s the whole ‘chicks before dicks’ thing. So, there is no way I’m getting to sneak away from that,” Y/N points to the table of women laughing loudly and downing shots, “before midnight.”

“I’ll wait up,” Sam grins charmingly with a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, watching Y/N’s facial expressions intently as she takes in and interprets his meaning.

“Well, alright then. Guess I’ll see you later,” Y/N said, biting on her plump bottom lip.

“Yeah, you will. Have a good night, baby,” Sam leans down and presses another kiss to her lips.

“You too,” Y/N smirks, pulling Sam down by the lapels of his shirt for one last kiss. “It was good to see you again, John,” she smiles as she reluctantly parts from Sam.

“And you, sweetheart,” John smiles. “You’ll be over for dinner on Sunday, right?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Y/N returns his smile before turning her attention to the eldest Winchester son. “Dean, that table,” she gestures in the general direction of where her friends are, “is out of bounds.”

“What? But why? Come on, Y/N! There are some real hotties over—” Dean tries, but Y/N’s warning scowl and raised eyebrow make him back down.

“I mean it, Dean! I don’t want my friends badgering me for your number, or with questions about what they did wrong, or asking me to ask Sam to ask you why you didn’t call,” Y/N chuckles.

“Fine,” Dean huffs in resignation before walking over to the bar.

“Good. I’ll see you later, Sam.”

Y/N’S POV

12:45am

The cab pulls away from the curb, and you walk up the path to Sam’s house. Stopping at the door, you take a second to fluff your hair. You’ve never been like this before; never bothering too much about your appearance and certainly never for a guy. Still, you found yourself touching up your makeup and perfume before leaving the bar to come over here, making sure you look perfect for him.

You ring the doorbell and nervously shuffle from foot to foot, wondering if the butterflies you feel with Sam will ever go away. You hope not, as the flutter turns into a swarm when you hear the door unlocking.

“Hey, baby,” Sam smirks, eyes slowly taking in every inch of you. “Glad you came.”

“Well,” you grin as Sam steps to the side, inviting you into his home. “I know what kinda night I’m in for, and I would be a fool to miss out on this.” You trail your fingers up his chest, grab the neck of his t-shirt, and pull him down to meet your lips, kicking the door closed behind you.

Sam pushes his tongue into your mouth and shoves you against the door. He quickly turns the lock, shutting you in for the night. The kiss is hot and heavy, and you whimper as his fingers tug at the zip of your dress.

You shimmy the material down your body and let it pool at your feet, leaving you only in cobalt blue lace underwear. Sam growls, grabbing your thighs and pulling you up his body. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, as his lips find their place on your cleavage, licking and sucking your skin.

Sam’s hand trails up your back and into your hair, pulling it hard enough to force your head back and gain access to your neck. He sucks and nips gently, cautious not to leave a mark, knowing tomorrow is an important day for both of you.

“Sam,” you groan, and fuck, is it the neediest and most pathetic you’ve ever heard yourself. “Need you.”

“Yeah?” Sam rasps, his voice deepened with lust. “Right here, baby?”

“Yes,” you gasp, already breathless, and he’s barely touched you yet.

Sliding his hand over your thigh and pushing it between your bodies, Sam pulls your underwear to the side and, without warning, shoves two fingers inside you. He barely lets you adjust to the intrusion as he immediately begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your tight, wet channel, smirking as you moan his name. 

Curling his fingers inside you, he watches your head fall back and thump against the door. “Fuck,” you grunt, your hands dropping from his shoulders and desperately fumbling with his belt. You love it when Sam builds the pleasure and teases you, but you can’t, not tonight. Tonight you need him now.

“Hey, what’s the hurry, baby? We’ve got all night,” Sam chuckles, but you don’t stop undoing his pants, finally pulling his belt loose and moving quickly to the button on his jeans.

With his jeans finally undone, your hand delves into his boxers and finds their prize. Sam is already fully hard, and you grip his cock and pump your fist as best you can while pinned against his door.

Sam growls when your thumb swipes over his sensitive head, turning you on even more. The wet sound that gets louder and louder with every pump of his fingers inside you should embarrass you, but instead, you moan.

“Fuck, baby,” Sam groans lowly into your ear. “I need to be in you.”

“Yes! Please, Sam,” you whimper as his fingers suddenly leave you empty and wanting. He pulls your hands off his cock and teases your clit with its tip before he pushes inside you in one slow thrust.

“Shit,” you whine, still not used to his generous length stretching and filling you so completely. You’ve never had anyone reach so deeply within you, and you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Sam holds himself fully sheathed inside you, this time allowing your fluttering walls time to stretch to accommodate him, and his lips find yours in a passionate kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.

The second you feel yourself relax around him, he pulls out to the tip and slams back in, punching the air from your lungs. He doesn’t let up, pounding into you ferociously, and your high builds quickly.

Sam’s large hands grip your thighs, and you groan loudly, trying to remember to choose a long dress or pants to wear tomorrow because you can already feel bruises forming where his fingertips are digging into your soft muscle.

It’s become one of your favourite things; the colourful little bruises that litter your skin thanks to his groping hands. He’s an animal in the bedroom, but when it’s over, he always places soft kisses on every mark he leaves in his carnal state.

“Sam, I’m close,” you whine as you slide your hands into his hair and tug on the long strands.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know. I can feel it,” Sam says through gritted teeth. Unexpectedly, he pulls out of you, and you growl in frustration, tugging his hair harder to emphasise your displeasure.

“What the—? Sam, come on! I was nearly there!” You whine, pouting at him when he chuckles, tightening his grip on you and walking towards the sofa.

“I know, and I wanna watch you,” Sam smirks, and you feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“Watch me?” you murmur breathlessly.

“I wanna watch you come, and I wanna do it while you ride me.” Sam’s lopsided smirk creates another pool of wetness in your core, and you seem to have lost the ability to speak. “Is that alright, baby?” You nod and gulp, your words still failing you.

“Alright,” Sam says as he unwraps your legs from his waist and puts you down on shaky legs. He pulls your underwear down enough that it falls to your feet before ridding himself of all his clothing.

“Then get riding.” He smacks your ass, sits on the couch, and waits for you to climb onto his lap. You stretch your arms behind your back, ready to unclasp your bra, but Sam clicking his tongue stops you.

“Uh uh, baby. Leave it on,” Sam grins, and you smirk as you finally climb onto his lap and take his cock in your hand, placing it at your entrance and sinking down slowly. When your skin meets his, your head falls back with a gasp.

Sam’s hands drag up your body, pausing to toy with your nipples behind the blue lace. He slides the straps down your shoulders, exposing your hardening buds to the cool air briefly before his lips cover one and his hand the other.

Raising your hips up and down his length, you find a rhythm and angle that lets you feel every ridge of him glide perfectly between your walls, hitting all the right spots and making you see stars.

“Sam, baby, I…” You grind your hips through your orgasm, and Sam grunts as your walls clench him.

“That’s it, good girl,” Sam murmurs, kissing your sweat-slicked chest. “Hold onto me, baby.” He takes your arms and wraps them around his shoulders; you know it’s his turn now, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.

Sam lifts you and lays you on the couch, moving your hands from his shoulders and placing them above your head, trapping them with just one of his own. His other hand grips your thigh and pushes it, forcing your legs to open wide for him.

The first thrust is heaven, hitting everywhere all at once, and you and Sam’s grunting confirms that your walls are still fluttering, clenching, and sucking him in.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,” Sam groans, his hips moving impossibly faster and pushing in deeper and deeper.

Your eyes roll, and you scream Sam’s name as he sends you soaring over the edge again, taking him with you.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Sam gasps, grinding himself into you, and you feel his release coat your quivering walls. “Fuck, my girl’s got a good pussy. So fucking good, baby.” You’d giggle at his praise if you hadn’t lost the ability to breathe, let alone speak.

Sam drops his head to your chest, kissing over every inch as he grinds against your cervix. You moan with every twitch of him inside you, and when his kisses turn to bites and sucks, you add a high neckline to the list of requirements for tomorrow’s outfit.

He lets go of your hands, and they instantly go to him, wrapping around his back and holding him against you for a little longer.

“I love you,” Sam says, leaving your breasts alone to look at you.

“Yeah?” you smile widely. It’s the first time either of you has said it, and it feels good. It feels right. “You’re not just saying that in your post-orgasmic haze?” you chuckle.

“No. I have for a while now. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Sam.”

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[deenigma]

Maltober Day 8 - The Widow

[raven-anime]

What if the widow takes Stricker as their new Widow king after Audrey kills the previous one?

[rheefamilysource]

MAGGIE RHEE IN THE WALKING DEAD | 8.13 “Do Not Send Us Astray”

[hobiebrownismygod]

Hobie getting angry headcanons

Based off of @hei-chans post <3 check them out they're cool

tw: these are mostly him with my Sona (Maitreyi 🥰)

he doesn't get angry often he's a pretty chill guy and fairly nonviolent

except the moment he gets pushed over the edge his whole demeanor changes and he can go berserk

now before you get mad at me for saying that just think about it

he's spider-man and obviously gonna be fairly stressed considering how he's completely by himself trying to take down Osborne's regime in his universe

and he's pretty okay with violence in his comics (he gets drunk before fights too)

so when he gets angry I like to think he gets angry

its like that silent anger where he's just seething and glaring at the person who did whatever they did

the kind of glare that makes you cower and squirm and subconsciously feel guilty even if you didn't do anything

things that make him mad are usually people being stupid, as in being really brash and overconfident about something and not being openminded about other opinions

trying to tell someone what to do when they didn't ask

putting other people down for not knowing something

or any vulgar comments about a person's appearance or personality

they all give him the ick and he immediately goes into anger mode when it happens

examples:

when Maitreyi came to his universe for the first time he took her to his favorite pub and one of his friends started talking to her like she was stupid, mansplaining, making fun of her accent, her clothes, whatever, and hobie got so mad that he kicked the guy out and never spoke to him again

he's a huge feminist so if anyone ever tries to mansplain something to her he'll never talk to them again (but he let's her handle herself in those situations cuz he knows she can)

another example is when somebody tried to hit on gwen while she was staying at his place in her universe and didn't stop even after she got uncomfortable so hobie literally kicked his ass and bought his drummer ice cream to make up for it

pavitr gets bullied sometimes in his universe by people who make fun of his accent and clothes (he's from a small town so he has a different accent than the others in Mumbattan) so hobie pulled a kdrama move, pulled his mask on and absolutely beat their asses (they never bothered pavi again <3)

like I said he doesn't get angry often but when someone goes too far he makes sure they know it

whether its by beating their ass or cutting them off

and once you get on his bad side its hard to come back from that

its hard to make him dislike you but once he does he probably won't like you again

congrats on getting this far down have a hobie

@daydreaming-en-pointe I thought you'd like these also @spidey-bie I wonder how he'd act if someone was being rude to ansi? would he get mad or would he let them handle it? im curious

[pre-t-dave-vanian]

Not to be a delusional mcr5 truther but there was worldbuilding towards the end of that tour. There was a reason Gerard's grey-suited character fitted so well into that background, changed and broken and risen again from the rubble. You can wander through the ruins. With all the damage they had done. Crumpling a white handkerchief in their hand, singing about a widow in both the third and first person. The widow is not a Joan of Arc or a Jackie Kennedy, she is an original character, perhaps the culmination of a tour filled with costumes of vibrant and sometimes tragic women. Gerard has spoken about how he loves to write female characters, so maybe we are long overdue a mychem concept album with a female protagonist.

I could keep going for quite some time but I think you get the point: the emergence of the widow and these tidbits of associated lore has "concept album" written all over it. Of course I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much, but I know this much for sure: the widow is here, she has lore, and she's a kickass character I need to know more about.

[ranubd]

Scar might just be a teensy bit obsessed. Just a lil bit.

Just a LITTLE bit.

[molt3ngold]

Every time I see Lauren Cohan on my feed I start foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal.

Just one chance I’m literally on my knees begging.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Évariste Vital Luminais (French, 1821-1896) La veuve - Famille de pêcheurs, 1865 Musée d'Orsay

[ryuuna]

YA GIRL GOT TO DRAW AN APEX COMIC FOR LOBA CANONICALLY EATING FRIED CHICKEN LETS GOOOOOOOO

Bonus concept art for The Widow

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me?

Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and Sam has an important question to ask you.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Warnings: fluff, objectification of Sam, marriage proposal, smut, oral sex (f rec), fingering, teasing, p in v

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I couldn’t stop at just the one timestamp, so here’s some more Sam smut! You can catch up here!

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Seeing Sam in candlelight is something you’d never get used to. It was extra distracting tonight because he was lit by the candle on the table and the hundreds of Christmas lights that decorated the restaurant. He was spellbindingly beautiful and constantly took your breath away.

You could spend hours staring at him, feeling like the cat that got the cream because Sam Winchester was your man. Sweet and kind, handsome and intelligent, and when you turned out the lights to not sleep… well, you’d never felt anything like it. It’d been the most blissful year and a half you’d ever had.

“How’s the wine?” Sam asks, pulling you from your silent adoration of the hazel-eyed man sitting across from you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask, embarrassed that he caught you staring at him. Again.

“How’s the wine, baby?” he asks, grinning slyly at you.

“Good,” you reply, using the opportunity to take a large gulp from your glass and wanting to hug your server for his timely arrival at your table to take your order.

“So,” you began once your embarrassment had died down a little. “What’s with the surprise date?”

“Well,” Sam cleared his throat before continuing. “I know the next few days are going to be busy with you cooking Christmas dinner for everyone, and I wanted to make sure you took some time to relax.”

You took a sip from your wine glass, smaller this time, not completely buying it. You knew him far too well, and you knew when he was hiding something. “Okay,” you say, deciding not to push. Sam would have his reasons, and you weren’t going to push when he’d brought you to your favourite restaurant.

The meal had been delicious, and as soon as your server told you they had freshly made pecan pie, you knew you had to have a slice.

“I don’t know who’s worse when it comes to pie, you or Dean!” Sam chuckles.

“Definitely Dean!” you giggle. “Did you know he wants me to make three different pies for Christmas? Three, Sam! That’s insane!”

“He just wants to take the leftovers home.”

“Yeah, well, he can’t have all three!” you say, smiling as Sam laughs.

Sam smiles softly from across the table as the pecan pie is placed in front of you. You waste no time diving in for your first bite, humming at the taste of the warm, sweet pastry, only noticing he’s staring when he takes the hand not holding the fork.

“What? Do I have pie on my face?” you frown as you look at him. You notice his nervousness in how he runs his free hand through his long hair. “Sam, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m the one that should be scared!” Sam chuckles, and your frown deepens. “I didn’t bring you here to relax before Christmas, sweetheart. I was going to ask you this on Christmas morning, but I don’t want to wait.”

“Sam,” you mumble, but anything further is lost when he moves from his chair, gets down on one knee and pulls out a little black box.

“Y/N, from the second I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to get to know you, and when we had that coffee date a few days later, I knew I’d found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I love you more than anything, and I want to make you happy, make you smile, make you laugh every single day.”

Sam paused his speech to pull a Kleenex from his suit pocket and hand it to you. You were already crying and nodding even though he hadn’t asked you the question yet.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Sam opens the little black box, and you’re stunned by the elegant diamond band that is small enough to suit your hand but big enough that you’re terrified you’ll lose it.

“Yes!” you gasp, and Sam’s smile widens. “Yes, Sam. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Sam laughs in delight and gently places the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, and you look up at him, asking the silent question of how he got it so right.

“Jody helped,” Sam grins, leaning forward and finally placing his lips on yours in a celebratory kiss. The butterflies, the fireworks, the pure elation and love for this man course through you, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. You’re so wrapped up in everything that’s him and your happiness that you don't hear the applause surrounding you courtesy of the other diners.

Reluctantly, you part, and Sam blushes as he takes his seat, making you grin at his adorable shyness. Your server places a bottle of champagne on your table, and you raise an eyebrow at your fiancé. A giggle bubbles up as Sam shrugs, giving you a smouldering pout. The one that means he only has one thing in mind—you, naked on the bed.

When you finally get back home, you’re desperate for him. You need to be with him, to feel him in the most intimate way. “Sam,” you moan as his teeth graze at your neck. “Take me to bed.” Sam wastes no time obeying your command, pulling you up his body and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you upstairs and throws you on your bed.

Before you stop bouncing on the mattress, he hitches your dress up, pulls your panties aside, and laps hungrily at your soaking folds. At the first taste of your slick, Sam groans loudly and thrusts his tongue inside you.

“Sam!” you moan, turned on more than you ever thought possible at your fiancé’s desperation for you.

“You taste really good, baby,” Sam grunts from between your thighs, taking a moment to collect some slick on his fingers and rub it into your clit.

Gasping, you squeeze your thighs together at his touch, making Sam tut and shove your legs into the bed, holding them firmly so you can’t move. He looks up at you with a smirk, captures your little bundle of nerves between his lips, and sucks gently.

“Fuck, Sam!” you scream, already so close to releasing the tension he was winding up tightly within you.

“That’s it, baby, scream my name. Let the neighbours hear what I’m doing to you,” Sam pulls away from your clit briefly to plunge two fingers into your seeping hole before he uses his tongue to lick and tease once again.

“Sam, please! I’m close!” you whine, writhing your hips, trying to get more friction against his mouth, but his hold on one of your thighs makes it impossible to gyrate like you need to. You place your left hand on the one holding your thigh open, and he finally lets go, clasping his hand with yours and giving your hips free movement to rock against his fingers and face.

“Come on, baby. Let go. Let me have it,” Sam murmurs against you and thrusts his fingers faster.

You came with a squeal, clenching Sam’s hand hard, your other pulling at his hair as the waves of pleasure soared through you, vibrating from head to toe and back again.

Coming down from your climax, you notice Sam is now topless and unbuttoning his pants. You quickly sit up, pull your dress over your head and unclasp your bra. Pausing, you watch him pull his underwear down, mesmerised by his long, hard cock bouncing against his stomach.

You slide to the top of the bed, removing your underwear and opening your legs, a pang of arousal coursing through you as Sam’s eyes drop what he wants. You touch yourself with your ring-clad hand, trying to entice your husband-to-be into action, but he just smirks at you from the bottom of the bed, pumping his cock in his hand.

“Are you gonna take care of me, or do I need to do it myself?” you smirk, dipping two fingers into your wet heat, knowing Sam likes to be the boss in the bedroom and won’t like you antagonising him.

“Patience, Baby,” Sam smirks back, not taking the bait. “You look so pretty and perfect, all spread out for me. I’m just taking a minute to enjoy what’s mine.”

His possessiveness makes you moan, and you see the twitch in Sam’s upper lip, meaning he’s reached the end of his teasing limit. You spread your legs further apart when he crawls up the bed.

Sam’s lips meet yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. His hands are everywhere, touching everything, and you feel overwhelmed in the best possible way. Your hands reach into his long hair and tug, pleased with the moan that escapes him.

You could kiss him for hours. His kisses always tell you how he feels: love, care, awe, desire, lust. All his emotions spill out in how he kisses you, but tonight, it’s different. Tonight, everything feels amplified, and you can’t help but think it’s because of the extra weight you carry on your left hand.

Sam pulls away from your lips and begins to tease your entrance with his glans, and you rest your left hand on his chest. He clasps his fingers with yours and thrusts forward, entering you in one slow, torturous movement. He keeps pushing until he’s fully sheathed inside you and lets out a thunderous groan.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So perfect for me,” Sam moans, pulling his hips back and pushing in again. His pace stays slow, but his thrusts get harder and deeper. It’s not all that common for him to make love like this, but you love how he fucks like he kisses; filled with emotion and passion that never leaves you wondering exactly what he feels or what his feelings are for you.

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[meep-meep-richie]

ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ

[elieasal]

My father’s legacy

My people’s pride

My mother’s soul

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After Hardwon’s first “death”, he is met with two - no, three - choices. 

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Finally got around to the last of my stain-glassed themed drawings :)

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Anders Zorn - The Widow, ca. 1882-83.

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[hobiebrownismygod]

hobie seeing Maitreyi cry for the first time

So, I've already talked about how much my girl Maitreyi has gone through. She lost basically everyone she cared about from her mentor to her girlfriend to her entire childhood. But, she doesn't like to show it because she's been taught from a young age that emotions have consequences. So, instead of showing them, she pents up her emotions to the point where every month or two she has to literally lock herself up, curl into a ball and just let it all out for a day until she feels better.

At some point, she just can't take it anymore. The voices, the guilt, the pain, she can't hide it from the people around her. So, she goes to one of the rooms in the HQ, (Miguel knows about her problem so he has a room set up for her), and just lets all hell break loose.

She goes absolutely feral, breaking everything in the room, punching walls, throwing things, screaming and ripping. She treats it like a rage room.

Because she's a spider-person, her hormones also take control of her emotions and she can get very animalistic.

At some point, she just physically won't be able to take it anymore and she'll just lie on the ground until she finds the energy to stand again and thats her stress relief

she doesn't tell anyone what she does, she just tells them to stay out of that room for that day or two or to just leave her alone. She doesn't want people to know or get worried or even be around her when that happens because she's scared she might hurt someone. She wasn't bit by a spider naturally, it was injected into her, so sometimes she can't control her emotions or even herself. (Kind of like how Miguel wasn't able to control himself when he went after Miles)

at one point hobie gets curious about what shes doing so he installs some sort of makeshift camera in there to see whats going on cuz she won't tell him or anyone. He doesn't want to infringe on her privacy but he's just so curious as to what goes on in there and why she's so adamant about nobody knowing.

And thats when he finds out. He sees her absolutely destroying herself, showing a side of herself that he's never seen before and he's absolutely shocked. But, being the caring person he is, the first thing that pops into mind is that he has to help her

He approaches her, hands up in a defensive position, eyes wide as he tries to calm her down. Shes telling him to leave, telling him that he's gonna get hurt, but he doesn't listen (brat) and he webs her and pulls her toward him. She's struggling, clawing, biting with her fangs but he just dodges and doesn't let go. He just holds her.

Eventually she breaks down and completely collapses out of exhaustion and he just sits there and holds her while she cries, ugly cries, like just full on pent up frustration pouring out of her body

She calms down eventually and kind of just sits there quietly, her senses returning to her as she mumbles apologies to him for how she'd acted. But he doesn't even care, he just kind of smiles at her and rests his chin on the top of her head.

Because you don't need to talk and kiss to show your affection. Affection can be shown just through something like a hug. And thats how they both show their affection. Silent hugs and being physically close.

Thought this was cute :p. God I'm so touch starved

[oakendesk]

book cover - The Widow - 1959 (modified version of Sep 1950 Best True Fact Detective)

Fred Rodewald

Best True Fact Detective Sep 1950

Fred Rodewald