#GANKE MY BOY

[thompsborn]

INSOMNIAC RELEASED THE GAMEPLAY REVEAL FOR THE SECOND SPIDER-MAN GAME I AM SCREAMING HOLY SHIT

[ssymphoria]

i'm their biggest fan

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

CLAWCODE NATION COME GET YO BOYS

(it's me, I'm the nation/j)

"Why is he always so much happier with her than he's ever been with me..?"

Little animatic thing I did about my freaks (cough cough my au cough in my fic cough sorry guys I must have caught a cold-- that I don't post about COUGH COUGH BUT I AM WORKING ON)

Ganke is already so used to being left out, rough childhood and all, and seeing the person that he's maybe-just-a-crush maybe-something-more-sometimes with ditching him for some girl who is.. at least fifty times prettier than he is... and having a much better time with her?

That shit stings.

..But it's nothing he's not used to.

Especially with how Miles can be.

..

Erm

HIGHLIGHTS (my favorite frames only)

His hair looks SOOOOOOOOOO SOFT I love him can you tell

[arachnitech]

i know pride month alredy passed but i like the idea of miles parents thinking he is dating ganke and wanting to get him some gifts for pride month but they´re trying to figure it out if miles is gay, bi, pan or something else, so they just keep saying things like "we love you no matter what", "we love you" and "we are proud to call you our son" and poor miles is just freaking out in his dorm like "holy shit they know ganke THEY KNOW" and ganke is just like "damn sucks to be you"

[sbd-laytall]

It's genuinely so heartwarming to see how so many people care so much about Miles because he's just so lovable.

Spider-Man (2016) #240

[verianal]

Thought about them today so i did a quick draw hehe

[jacqcrisis]

I forgot how stupid hats look on Dragonborn until Orin stole my boy's face to make a spooky ooky speech

So he made her dance and set her on fire until she died about it.

[vaultsixtynine]

loving my self-indulgent hc of astarion with one fake silver fang bc cazador ripped one of his out as implicit threat of starvation held over his head. yes, before the tadpole it did burn him, but that was part of the point, too. it's a lopsidedly charming thing that he has always disliked as an emblem of so many upsetting realities, but. maybe one day he'd be able to accept it as an obstacle conquered etc.

[todayisafridaynight]

so that's the mischief you were up to.....

EHEAHEHAAHAHA

but anon dont you know

he'll never give you up

he'll never let you down

he'll never run around and he'll never desert you

i got a lil tune that'll cheer you up tho :)

[subsequentibis]

wait if eva literally wasnt even one of the defectors to begin with and wasnt coordinating with adam that means ocelot just didnt show up for the scheduled rendezvous. #1 flake. king of dodging responsibility. tag two blokes who do fuck all

[chronicas]

ITSV WOULD have been my favorite out of it and ATSV if they kept the deleted scenes with Ganke.

[old-knightsvow]

spent the last 6 hours playing league which means i have been shifting into Thinking about Characters playing viddygames mode

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

Can anybody else see 42 Ganke using horrible brainrot language just to piss Miles off.

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"Yeah so then I whipped around and fuckin' venom punched him in the face." (Miles!42 has the same concept for naming things as 1610, or he's just a liar and a thief)

"On skibidi?"

"Dude shut the fuck up like actually. What is wrong with you. Where are you learning this." (Miles is not an internet kid like Ganke is)

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"Bro what are you talking about my rizz game is literally on point."

"Ganke, you literally walked up to me, sweating, whispered *gyatt* while stammering like 6 times, and then immediately turned and ran into a wall."

"Okay but like did it work..."

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Miles: sneezes

Ganke: "Awww are you allergic to my Alpha male energy, kitten?"

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Ganke: sitting alone in a dark office in front of a huge screen in what appears to be a villians lair. Everything is quiet, intimidating as shit. Miles is approaching him from behind, planning on taking him down, however, he pauses when Ganke turns around....

"Errrmmmm... what the sigma ☝️🤓"

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Miles actually cannot stand it and forcibly drags Ganke away from his 5 laptops/monitors (where he has a RIDICULOUSLY high screen time) and makes him go outside. Brings him to a park. Watched him touch grass. Sprays him with a hose maybe when he tries to look at his phone. Ganke won't tell him, but he likes the attention.

Thank you for coming to my stupid ass Ted Talk.

[rumplestiltrin]

truly ill never understand the hamfisted forcing of peters very well known "rejected main love interest" to become Miles' One True Wuv. insulting for both honestly

and to see confirmed that miles is also functionally, in previous concepts at least! is spdrgwns replacement for peter

well maybe theyre just objectively a bad pairing☆

[sadlazzle]

sinh is a fun boss fight. would’ve been more fun if i knew the cunt could inflict toxic

[amialunatic]

Just trust me baby..

divider credits to @anitalenia

Based on anon request: would you be willing to write a sam fic about his first time between him and reader where she has scars from her time with a vamp nest (say she was taken a while back and that’s how she got into hunting) and she’s insecure and a little anxious with having his mouth on her body because of the way she was once treated but sam is very patient and understanding. basically just really sweet and sam is catering and talks her through it :,)

Warning: Light smut, Fingering, Sam Winchester/ Hunter!Reader, Fem!Reader, brief mention of readers time in vampire nest. 

A/N: Omg my first actual fic. I'm quite stoked to be putting it out. Nervous too. I hope you all like it. I'm starting simple and soft core ig.

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“Hey, you awake?” Dean called from the driver’s seat. That jolted you from down the memory lane. They were returning from the hunt. It was rough. At least 10 vampires. 3 newly turned, innocent, and pain-stricken but unable to control themselves. You guys had to kill them all. Everyone sustained injuries. That was natural. You getting bitten was not. You tried your best to not get bitten as it brought back nightmares that lasted quite a while than you cared to admit.

Sharp teeth piercing you had been a routine for weeks. Until you were rescued by Bobby and the boys. They found you on the brink of death. Several weeks of hospitalization later, you were fit to hunt. You hunted alone, focused mostly on vampires. And sometimes with the boys if the targets were nests. Helping those trapped there brought you catharsis. You wanted to be the hunter you needed all those weeks. And you strived your best to be that.

As you got out of Impala to the motel you were staying, you realized how tired you were. Slumped shoulders and bitten forearms, you moved slowly to your room. In the background, you hear Dean invite Sam for a drink and he refuses. As soon as you enter the room, you get into the shower. Maybe warm water can block out the sensations, the fangs that haunt your mind when you close your eyes. It never has, but you always hope it does this time. As you get out, red from the shower, you hear a knock. Sam’s voice calls out “Hey, it’s me.”

You open the door to see him standing at the door frame all fidgety. “I didn’t think you’d be showering.” he looked unsure almost second guessing his decision.

“I was done.” You moved back as he let himself in. Awkwardly standing with his arms on the chair, brows furrowed he asks “You okay?”. “As ok as you’d be after ganking a bunch of vampires I guess” you tried to lighten the situation. But Sam was having none of that “ You got bitten”. “Yes Sam, vampires bite. That’s like their whole MO.” you poured sarcasm to derail the conversation. This enraged Sam. “Don’t downplay this” his voice raises.

Reaching your breaking point and seeing that Sam wouldn’t leave you without a confrontation, you spit out the truth “You wanna know? OK. I’m fucking tired and I’ll probably have nightmares for days." Your outburst continued as you paced the room in a dressing gown. "You wanna know how weak I am, how the thing that happened to me years ago still brings me to my knees? There you go”. These moments were always followed by tears for you. But he didn't have to know that. You move across to the window facing the half-empty parking lot and turn away, not wishing to humiliate yourself further.

You hear the shuffling of feet as you feel two large hands wrap around me. “Y/N..” his voice laced with sympathy and concern. You lean into his familiar hug, your back nestled against his chest, his warmth enveloping your core. “Sam. I..I don’t want you..guys to see me weak. I am not weak.” you sigh. Sam chuckles “Now that’s the dean-est sentiment I’ve heard you express.” you appreciated his efforts to cheer you up.

“Hey it’s not like you too to sit around and express your feelings” you counter.

He sighs “I know. Me and Dean. Not the greatest examples of sharing feelings. But..you can tell stuff to me. You know that right?” He continues. “Also I don’t think you’re weak at all. Infact you’re one of the most badass hunters for recovering and facing your fears.”

You look down with a grateful smile “Thanks Sam.” As you turn around to face him, you take in his face. His eyes look desperate. Like he is trying to convince you that he can be your safe place. That you needn’t be scared of being vulnerable. And you can’t help but place a kiss between his furrowing eyebrows. Those lines that form when he is worried. You wanted to stop those and let him convince you. To forget the pain and nightmares even for a moment.

“Kiss me”

He looked at you, slightly surprised. “Now? You sure?”.

They had made out before. But this felt different. Somehow more intense, somehow more desperate.

“Yeah Sam, kiss me. Now.”

He didn’t need more encouragement. He bend down, caught your face with his hands as he pressed his lips on to yours. Restrained strength flowed through his hands that he tried to keep in check while pure gentleness caressed your lips. He lifted you effortlessly so your faces were leveled as he continued kissing you, gently tugging your lower lip with his teeth drawing out sighs. You mindlessly tugged his flannel, wishing it’d disappear.

“Patience” He chuckles as placing you on the desk, your back against the wall. You hastily removed the buttons one by one while he untied the knot of your dressing gown in a nanosecond. Your freshly showered skin glistening with water drops stops him in his tracks. As he stares at your underwear-clad body mesmerized, he stops to notice the bite on your forearm, still fiery red, even with the ointment around it. Around your shoulder and neck were faint scars. He caresses the skin around the bite, careful not to cause you any pain. After gently running his fingers along the scars when he looks back to your eyes he only notices your fierce stare, bestowed on his eyes, his swollen lips, and his now visible body, muscular and oh so strong. How you wanted him to take you then and there.

Not wishing to drag it any longer, he starts kissing you again as you gently run your hands through the battle scarred abdomen of his. Moving down to trace a drop of water from your jaw to your neck, he presses gentle kisses coaxing you to lean back your head opening up your neck and chest in the process. He practically groans as he gently nibble across you neck connecting to your shoulder.

In a flash, you freeze and push him away. All of it happened so sudden, Sam stared at you one feet away, confused. In a moment of clarity, it dawned on him. He gently came close to you and tentatively caressed your sides. Your apologetic eyes said everything it needed to. He lifted your chin up to him.

“hey hey..baby. , it’s ok. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He looked at you concern etched in his forehead. When you remained silent he coaxed you “Baby, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just..I..was bitten..mouths on my body.” you shudder, visions running through the back of your eyes

“ Does it bring back memories?” He gently asks

“Sometimes, I just can’t block it. I want to Sam, believe me. I want this. I want you..so bad.” I look at him desperate.

“I know. But you know I won’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with right? We don’t have to do this at all”

“I want to. Sam. I need you.” you lock eyes with him, forehead burrowing

His eyes searched mine for any trace of hesitation. Seeing none, he reaffirms gently “Do you trust me, baby?” “I do” I whisper as I breath out.

“You can stop me whenever you need to.”

A corner of his lips curled revealing the deep dimple. “So no biting I guess?”

“Yeah, no biting.” You bit your lips slyly. “ Well not you anyway”

“I look forward to it, sweetheart” He nudge your lips again easing them apart. As the same time, his hands part your thighs as he stepped impossible close.

You feel his hands slipping the robe off you. Before long, his long fingers were moving closer to your core. His fingers slipped in to your panties and finding the wetness pooling, he groans. I met his gaze, my eyes a blend of desperation and embarrassment at being so affected by him. “Sam..”.

“I know baby” He looks at you for permission before plunging his finger in the wetness. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your fingers never managed to reach that deep. He ease it out. And again and again until you were a slobbering mess. To add to the torturous pleasure he lifts his palm so each thrust is paired with your clit being rubbed enough to cause friction but not enough to tip over. This was agony but delicious agony.

Sam looks into your convulsing face, his features radiating nothing but the desire to please you. To make you forget, to have a moment of pleasure, away from the darkness that consumes both of you. As you almost reach the height of pleasure, he adds in yet another finger. Through your hazily closed eyes, you don't see him kneeling. Suddenly you feel his warm mouth enveloping your clit. You gasp as your eyes flew open. “Sam..Sammy..” you say tentatively.

“Trust me baby..this will feel good” his voice is laced with soothing promise.

Before you can have further doubts, pleasure blankets you and drags you up to the height of it. As he sucks and laps gently, your hands involuntarily wander through his luscious locks. Finally with a cry and grasp of his hair, you tip over. His hands and lips soothe you through the fall with barely-there touches of your slit.

“oh god..that was..” you breathe heavily through your mouth as you struggle to push words out. Sam leans over and kiss you sloppily, with a goofy smile. “it’s cute to see you all thoughless and spent”

“Sam..you little jerk” you say in amidst panting.

“Hey remember I was the one making you moan my name a moment ago. Some gratitude” he smirks.

“And I’ll make you do the same, just you wait” you rope your hands through his neck pulling him.

"Is that a threat or a promise, honey? Either way, I'm all in." He interlocks his lips with yours, the deepening kiss tasting like an invitation for round two.

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MAybe there should be a second part! Idk. This felt long but not long enough at the same time. Please let me know if anyone would like a second part. I'll try to write one (meaning I'll probably stress over it and write it in 2 weeks)