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m0ther0fd00m · 4 months ago

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please can I request Sam x reader where Sam’s like a lovesick puppy and reader is obvious even though it’s painfully obvious

also plz can I be 💌 anon? (I’m the one who requested happier hehe)

₊ ° ⊹ ♡ truly, madly, deeply,

summary. sammy is absolutely smitten for you but you're clueless

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 607

notes. thank you so much for requesting hon! you always have the best ideas ehe 😙🩷

Sam Winchester is completely, hopelessly, stupidly in love with you.

And the worst part? You have absolutely no idea.

Dean sees it. Cas definitely sees it. Hell, even random strangers you meet on hunts seem to pick up on it within five minutes of talking to him. But you? You remain blissfully oblivious, flashing that gorgeous smile of yours at Sam without realizing that every time you do, it knocks the wind right out of his lungs.

He tries to play it cool, he really does. But then you go and do something unbearably cute—like scrunching your nose when you’re trying to decipher old Latin texts, or singing off-key in the car like nobody’s listening—and suddenly, he’s a goner all over again.

“Dude,” Dean mutters one evening at a dive bar, watching Sam’s gaze track your every move as you laugh at something on your phone. “You’re making heart-eyes so hard it’s embarrassing.”

Sam tears his eyes away from you (which is a Herculean effort, honestly) and frowns at his brother. “I am not.”

Dean just raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You sigh dramatically every time she leaves the room, Sam. If this were a chick flick, you’d be the guy writing sad poetry in the rain.”

Sam glares, but before he can argue, you slide back into the booth next to him, all bright eyes and warmth, completely unaware of the conversation you just interrupted.

“Guys,” you say, holding up your phone. “Did you know baby goats scream like people? Listen to this.”

You press play on the video, and sure enough, the high-pitched shrieks of tiny goats fill the bar. You dissolve into giggles, pressing a hand against Sam’s arm as you lean closer, and just like that, his heart forgets how to function properly.

Dean looks at him like, See? You’re doomed.

And honestly? Sam kinda is.—

It gets worse when you fall asleep on him in the Impala.

You start nodding off somewhere outside of Tulsa, head lolling against the window before eventually finding its way onto his shoulder. Sam freezes. He can literally feel the warmth of your breath against his neck, your body soft and trusting as you curl into him.

Dean catches his panicked expression in the rearview mirror and smirks. “Try not to combust, Romeo.”

Sam ignores him, carefully adjusting so you’re more comfortable, letting his fingers brush lightly against your arm. You sigh in your sleep, pressing closer. He’s pretty sure this is what heaven feels like.

The problem is, Sam doesn’t know how to tell you.

He could. He should. But every time he works up the nerve, you flash him that beautiful, unsuspecting smile, and he panics. What if it ruins everything? What if you don’t feel the same?

So, he suffers in silence. Until one night, when he wakes up from a nightmare and finds you sitting beside him, worry creasing your brow.

“Hey,” you whisper, brushing his hair from his forehead. “Bad dream?”

He nods, still catching his breath. You don’t hesitate. You just shift closer, resting your head against his shoulder, the same way you always do when you want him to know you’re there.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion or the way your hand finds his without thinking, but before he can stop himself, Sam blurts out, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence.

His heart nearly stops.

Then, you pull back just enough to look at him, your expression unreadable. Sam braces himself for rejection, for awkwardness, for anything but the soft, breathless way you say, “You think?”

And then you kiss him, and suddenly, Sam doesn’t have to wonder anymore.

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m0ther0fd00m · 4 months ago

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my sam winchester nsfw headcanons!

lmk if you want a sfw version, or a cas or dean version!

mdni. 18+ only.

dean ver

sam is the type to be so gentle before sex and during prep, but the moment his cock gets inside of you he's like a man possessed

obviously he's cautious not to hurt you, but he pounds you so well

LOVES kissing your neck

especially likes it when your hands are all on him, digging into his back

definately into cuddlefucking after a long day, or if u want him to be gentle

he has to have you really close

hands will be on you at all times, if your on top, his big hands will be on your hips or holding your hand, if he's ontop, he'll basically encage you with his one arm, while the other holds onto your waist or hips

fav position is definately missionary or nirvana, he just loves physical contact and has to keep you close

he is quite subby, especially when he's tired but is actually mostly dom

secretly ADORES having his hair tugged on slightly, but not too hard, the kind of small tug that happens when your hand holds the back of his head against you while you makeout

he is 100% a munch

loves eating your pussy, he just can't get enough

also likes seeing you on his knees for him tho deffo

will talk you through it if its your first time or if you've just had a long day

'sweetheart' 'shh baby' is what he coos in your ear as his big cock makes you feel better than anything you've ever felt before

is rough, but really caring and gentle at the same time, sort of a soft dom, unless your bratty

if your being a brat, he will 100% be snarky about it and tease you until you give in, stuff like 'I guess give you what you want I can't since your being so bad..' and 'what was that? I can't hear you' all that teasing, smug stuff

sleepy shower sex with you is his favourite, while he loves fucking you into another orbit when you want, he adores cooing into your ear while he washes your hair as his cock gently slides in and out of your cunt

he whines, grunts, and growls

loves burying his head into your neck if he's ontop

loves it when you give him hickeys

hes just adores you so much

if you ever feel insecure he definately would fuck you in a mirror or kiss you everywhere while whispering how pretty he thinks you are

he also is so smug whenever he makes you cum, that cheeky, teasing smile of his is enough to make you wanna smother him to death, both with kisses and sometimes a pillow if he brags teasingly about it to you afterwards if your acting coy

will tease you, in a playful way, but only with you, never mentions anything about your sex life to others really

if you pass out afterwards, he'll be taking care of you, wiping you clean, immediately stopping, tucking you in, getting you a glass of water to place on the nightstand when you wake up, laying next to you, and cuddling you

very open to new stuff, unless it's hurting you physically (slight spanking is an exception)

loves sucking on your nipples occasionally, or just holding onto your boobs when you cuddle

hes such a soft dom and a brat tamer

his muscles make me feral honestly

i adore this man

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m0ther0fd00m · 4 months ago

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oh, professor winchester…

warnings: smut. 18+ only! this takes place in a college setting so there is a slight age gap but nothing illegal

praise kink is activated + oral (female receiving) ;) enjoy!

checkout the moodboard and headcanons! :)

you were one of his best students. when he called you in class, you had the best answers among the rest. he was a good professor too, you had to admit. he was smart, taught well, and he gave good criticism for all your work.

“how are you doing so well in his class? i’m flunking!” one of your college friends grumbled. the two of you were in the library, trying to accomplish the assigned readings for mr. winchester’s class.

you hummed, feeling a little pride swell in your chest for all your hard work. “oh you know, burning the midnight oil every now and then.” that was the truth. you genuinely loved studying for his class. it was an important one which is why you put in the extra effort. although, there was another reason as to why you were doing so well, but your friend didn't need to know that.

"god, i envy you. if he wasn't so hot, i would've dropped his class in the first week." your friend admitted. okay, so maybe you did have a slight crush on your professor. how could you not? he was tall, handsome, muscular, and young--a stark contrast from your other professors who were old, mean, and cranky.

it was an innocent crush, you knew that. it just so happened to motivate you a little more to do well so you could hear him praise you in front of all the other students. "good job, i liked your analysis on the case deconstruction," or "you're doing so well in my class, i'm surprised you still need any help from me." were some of the things he'd tell you.

there was just something about his praises that drove your ambition. you craved it.

during his class, you couldn’t help but check him out. you did it often, much against your own will. he was wearing a white button up that was a little too tight on his arms and your mouth watered every time his muscles flexed. not to mention— the lighting in the classroom allowed you to see a tattoo on his upper body peeking through the white top he adorned. you thoughtlessly bit your lip as you watched him teach, and your thighs clenched together in thirst.

you need to snap out of it, you told yourself and shook your head to clear your thoughts to actually pay attention to what he was saying. you decided to focus on your laptop in front of you and scan the notes you took down so far instead of mentally peeling off every article of clothing on his body.

unbeknownst to you, sam had caught your little reaction. he was watching you when you were looking away. you looked so pretty sitting there in the front row where most students avoided. he didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse that your university didn’t have a dress code, so there you were in front in a pretty little miniskirt and a pink sweater.

he nearly hit himself on the head when he saw you clench your thighs together. did he make you do that? he was losing the ability to think straight, but he was in the middle of discussion in front of thirty other students.

he knew what he felt for you was wrong. the power dynamics were unfair, but you were so goddamn sexy every time you spoke like you knew exactly what you were talking about. he wanted to pick your brain and talk to you for hours, and he also wanted to make you fall apart on his desk when everyone was gone and worship you afterwards.

when class ended, you decided to talk to him for purely good reasons. you needed a clarification about the topic, and mr. winchester did mention something about it being included in the midterm test next week. you waited for everyone else to clear the room, and there he was sitting at his desk while typing something on his phone.

“mr. winchester?” your voice was soft and sweet as you waited for him to finish what he was doing. “mind if i ask you a few questions about the topic earlier?”

he looked up at you and put his phone down right away, giving you his undivided attention. “of course, what do you need sweet-” he began coughing all of a sudden and your heart thundered in your chest at the word he nearly uttered. “i mean, what can i do for you?”

“um…i just wanted to clarify some things about the case you set as an example earlier.” you told him honestly and proceeded to ask the specific questions.

the way he looked at you right now made you want to dig a hole in the ground. your face flushed, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt, and his eyes zeroed in on your movement. you expected him to look back up at you but he didn’t. he was still staring rather oddly at your thighs, and stayed that way for a good minute, which only made you want to shy away further.

“uhh, professor?” you called out, breaking him free from his reverie.

oh fuck he was being a creep. he thought to himself. he cleared his throat, mentally preparing himself to answer you, until he realized that nothing you said had sunk in. “i’m sorry, what was your question again?”

“i…” your throat suddenly felt dry. there was this weird, sticky tension in the air that made you forget everything you just said. you hated how much your body betrayed you right now. it took every fiber of your being to keep yourself grounded.

for a moment, silence encapsulated the room. it was just heated eye contact between the two of you. you were sure you were delusional because there was no way in hell that mr. winchester would feel any sort of way about you. he was wise enough to know how dangerous it would be if you got caught.

unless we didn’t. a treacherous voice spoke in the back of your mind. he could spread you out on his desk right now and keep a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

both of you were fighting your own demons, but it was apparent to neither of you.

thankfully, mr. winchester was the first one to break the silence, but what flew out of his mouth was the last thing you’d expect.

“you look so beautiful right now,” he muttered under his breath, thinking you wouldn’t be able to make it out yet you heard him clear as day.

“you think i’m beautiful?” you whispered, feeling your knees start to tremble. you were sure of what you heard this time, and the way he looked at you like he wanted you in that exact moment was telling you everything you need to know.

he was going to deny it, he should’ve denied it, but he couldn’t get himself to say it. he only let out a defeated sigh. “you’re one hell of a vision right now. i’m sorry. please don’t think i’m sick.”

you thought it wasn’t possible, but your cheeks got even redder. his words were the sweetest thing you’d ever heard. how could anyone resist that?

“mr. winchester-”

“please, call me sam,” he had already called you beautiful, there was no point in keeping up the formalities then. he knew he was screwed.

“sam,” you tried it out, the name foreign on your tongue but you liked the way it rolled off. you decided to bet on your luck. “that’s cute. i think it fits you perfectly.”

you were being risky. you were expecting a reaction of discomfort, maybe even an apologetic smile, but you were met with a bright and dimpled one instead. “you think so?” he moved away from his seat until he was directly in front of you. his frame towered over your own and you caught a whiff of the cologne he wore. he even smelled sexy, you thought.

he had to crouch down to adjust to your height. you saw his eyes roam over your own, then your nose, then your lips and you heard his breath hitch. “can i kiss you?” his voice was hypnotizing. he could get you to do anything if he kept looking at you like that. you were so utterly mesmerized by him that you didn’t even register what he said. you only said yes.

and now you were backed up against the wall, his soft lips kissing you hungrily. you kissed him back with the same intensity, weaving your hands through his soft brown locks. his big hands settled themselves onto your shoulders, your large height difference making it a little difficult to keep up with each other.

“jump, sweetheart.” he whispered. as soon as you did, your legs were quickly wrapped around his waist and your faces were finally leveled. you both took a second to study each other’s features before resuming your heated kiss. for a split second you were worried someone would be able to peek through the window, but sam’s huge build was enough to shield you from prying eyes.

still, he made the decent decision to lock the door and pull down the blinds as he held you with one arm wrapped around you.

your tongues met each other, and he tasted like nothing you’ve ever had before. he nipped at your top and lower lip, leaving you with a red and puffy one after you were done kissing.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for so fucking long,” he mumbled, tilting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “do you know how many times i’ve thought about taking you on my desk? of bending you over my lap when you wear these miniskirts to class because they’re so damn distracting?” his breath was harsh towards the end and you could only let out a whimper. “i gotta say though, i love the view from behind when you got them on.”

“and you’re so fucking hot when you talk, you know that? i love that brain of yours. i always wonder why you need my help after class when i know you’re gonna have the highest score on the test.”

you swallowed harshly. you had no idea how much you affected him and it was turning you on just thinking about him getting worked up about you. “oh yeah? what else do you like about me?” you challenged.

he let out a loud groan when he thought about his next words. “fuck, your thighs. i saw what you did back there. were you wet while i was teaching, little one?”

you nearly choked at that. you didn’t think he paid attention to you at all, but you were so wrong. he slowly sat you down on his desk, the one you’ve fantasized doing ungodly things on. the coldness of the surface was a shock to the heat in your core and you fought the urge to grind on it—but it was too much. you needed friction, and your hips bucked. he smirked at that.

“tell me, baby. were you dripping for me in the middle of class? or do i have to check it myself?” his hand now rested on your thigh, and you desperately wanted him to move it where you needed it. his touch felt like heaven on your skin. “i…i was wet earlier,” you shamefully admitted, sinking your teeth down to your lower lip.

sam made a pleased hum at your response. “and what made you wet earlier, pretty girl?”

“it was you,” you whimpered. his head dipped lower to where your throat was, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you doing bad things to me.”

“good girl” he praised and left kisses on your sensitive skin that made you mewl in delight. “you know what good girls get right?”

“they get rewards?” you almost sounded innocent if it weren’t for your breathy sighs as his fingers inched closer and closer to your core.

“that’s right princess, now lie back and open your legs for me.”

you didn’t need to be told twice. your back hit the cold and hard wood, making space for him between your thighs. he gave a sickly sweet smile as he examined the sight before him. “you’re so wet, baby. is this all for me?”

he pulled down your underwear and relief washed over you. you didn’t need to know your panties had been ruined from how damp you were. “please, sammy,” the nickname left your lips like you had known it forever, and he seemed to like that by the way his eyes darkened with lust.

you were expecting him to pull down your skirt too, but to your surprise he left it on. his tongue touched your clit and you loudly moaned at the pleasure. your fingers found their way back to his hair, pulling and tugging on it that made it a mess.

he was devouring you on his desk and you loved it. you grinded on his face as he ate you out, unafraid to use his tongue to your advantage. it didn’t take long before you found your orgasm and you came with a soft cry of his name. your head felt hazy as you came down from your high but you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows. when he came back up, his lips were glossed with your arousal. you kissed his open mouth, tasting yourself on him, and you both moaned at the raunchiness of it all.

you made out on his desk for a good few minutes until it was time to part for air. “so” he cleared his throat, “how does dinner at my place later sound?”

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a/n: SAM IS A HOT, BUFF NERD WE ALL SAY IN UNISON which is why him as a sexy professor just makes SENSEEE ( @losers-clvb gets it)

im so sorry the plot was longer than expected. professor!sam is special to me 😔

i have something lined up after this, but my university’s reading break ends today and i WILL be cramming my backlogs later!! so yeah!!

tagging my beloveds: @losers-clvb @sacr1ficialang3l @littlesoulshine <3

pls lmk down below if you’d also like to be tagged in my future works!!!

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m0ther0fd00m · 4 months ago

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i’m a feminist, obviously, but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me

“wrap your arms around me babe, and tell me you’ll keep me safe.” -olivia rodrigo, prison for life (unreleased)

MAJOR content warning: implied sexual harassment, mentions of alcohol, some violence (throwing punches lol), and foul language

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it was one of those nights when the three of you hung out at a bar. it had been a few hours since you got there after your boyfriend, sam, found a case to work on within the town.

it was pretty packed considering it was a friday night. it was near a university campus so most of the people in the crowd were college students wanting to destress after their finals.

dean was doing his usual routine of picking up random women, but you and sam wanted to know more about the case you were working on and the victims you were eyeing to interview.

you and sam were seated next to each other in a booth. sam was doing his research on his laptop while you scanned through a book that contained some folklore. sam had an inkling it was an angry spirit seeking revenge on the students, but you thought it was something else.

as you were reading, there was an aggravating vibe that there was someone watching you. well, maybe more than one. it wasn’t exactly supernatural, just some sleazy college boys looking for a hookup. you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of making eye contact with them, but you could tell from a few feet away that they were talking about you. this made you grab sam’s hand over the table, wanting to seek his comfort and protection.

sam noticed your sudden clinginess and saw the group of guys making eyes in your direction. he was naturally the keeper of peace between the three of you, but he didn’t like the fact that these boys were talking about you. his girlfriend.

nonetheless, he still chose to ignore them, only sparing them a warning glare and went back to work.

in the mean time, you delighted in the comfort and safety that sam provided. he was a gentleman and a sweetheart, but anyone who knew him personally knows that he can kill a man with his bare hands.

you love it when he guides you in public, keeping his hands on your hips or an arm around you to show everyone that you were his. he wasn’t the overly possessive or territorial type, but like any normal boyfriend he still didn’t like anyone making you uncomfortable.

after about an hour of doing research and wanting to prove your argument, you had to get up to pee. sam stood up to let you out of the booth and you made your way to where the rest room was.

after doing your business in there, you went out to return to sam but you were rudely stopped in your tracks. a man, maybe in his 40s, started talking to you.

“hey sweets, i couldn’t help but notice you from here. i think you’re gorgeous.” he smiled, flashing you some teeth. he probably thought it made him look charming, but it just made you feel uneasy. you never liked it when people flirted with you, and especially not when it’s someone who isn’t sam.

you tried to hide your disgust. really, you did. “thanks, but i have to go now.”

just when you thought you were clear, he put his hands up to keep you where you were and a surge of panic came over you. “woah there, what’s the rush? we’re just getting started.”

“look, sir, i need to get back to my boyfriend. we’re busy working.” you tried to keep you voice steady as much as possible, but he was getting pushy.

you thought mentioning sam would get him off your back. to your disappointment, it didn’t. your heart rate began to pick up and your eyes desperately began looking for sam but you couldn’t spot him because there were more people now. you tried to look for a way out, an escape plan. the man must have noticed this and to your horror, he was about to put his hands on you when someone suddenly shoved him to the ground.

the next second you felt sam’s familiar warmth encircling you. he pushed you behind him to bar you away from the creep and you finally let out a sigh of relief. before anything else, he checked on you. he put his hands on both sides of your cheeks, examining you. “you okay, baby?” he asked and you nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“what the fuck is your problem, boy?” the man was up on his feet again. he was red in the face, looking just about ready to strangle sam. you saw his hands ball into a fist and you shouted sam’s name just as the man was about to swing but sam had caught it. it only took a couple seconds before sam had the rest of his arm too and twisted it in a way that made the asshole scream in pain.

before you even registered what happened, sam was dragging you out that bar and said his goodbyes to dean. he took the keys to the impala and made a promise to pick dean up after dropping you off at the motel where he knew you’d be safe.

it was about a 15 minute drive to the motel. the first few minutes were silent, and you let sam calm down from his own fury. you knew he wasn’t mad at you, but his testosterone levels were high. funnily, in the midst of silence, your stomach grumbled.

you heard him let out a loud sigh that wasn’t directed towards you either. “let’s go get you some food, sweetheart.” he took your hand in his and laid a soft kiss against your knuckles, finally giving you a small smile. you couldn’t help but smile back.

you passed by a fast food joint that was only a couple minutes away from the bar you were previously at. since there was no drive thru, the two of you had to get out and order up front.

after putting in your orders, sam told you that he had to use the bathroom this time. you smiled and nodded, waiting patiently for the food and him on the side. suddenly, the doors at the front swung open and the same group of guys who were checking you out at the bar walked in. this time, they were loudly slurring their words and stumbling as they walked.

this could not be happening, you thought. you averted your eyes and tried not to make eye contact with any of them. however, despite their dumb drunkenness, one of them was still able to make you out.

“hey isn’t that the hot chick at the bar?”

“oh hell yeah, let’s go say hi. whoever gets her digits first gets fifty bucks.”

you were about to make a turn and go find sam but they were fast and the next thing you knew, they surrounded you. there were four of them, and they all reeked of alcohol and you were terrified. tears started to prick your eyes in frustration and you began to back yourself up into a corner as they inched closer to you. it felt like the walls were closing in on you, and you shut your eyes to just make them go away, praying that sam would be out soon.

and he was because suddenly you heard the sound of punches being thrown. people inside the restaurant began screaming at the disruption and some even tried to stop sam from killing each and every one of them. when it was finally over, you two were ushered out along with your food.

sam had a purple bruise on his cheek and his knuckles were bloodied. you couldn’t help the pain that pinched your heart when you saw him, but you also felt the longing to be in his arms at the same time. that’s exactly what you did. you wrapped yourself up in his big, strong arms and buried your face in his chest and began sobbing. “i’m so sorry, sammy.”

you curled up in his embrace, letting your walls crumble in his presence. he hugged you back and tilted your chin up so that you would face him. you looked like a beaten up kitten in his arms even though he was the one who bore the punches. “it’s not your fault, baby. as long as i’m here, i won’t let anyone lay a finger on my girl.”

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author’s yaps: i would send him love letters in jail

lmfao a girl can fantasize right? also i know ive been writing a lot of content in the bar scene or mentioning alcohol but i swear to god i do NOT have a problem😭 im just an average adult who enjoys it every once in awhile but also uni is kicking my ass and i wouldnt mind a good cocktail rn

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed 🩷

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m0ther0fd00m · 4 months ago

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a hunter's remedy ・ DEAN WINCHESTER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

SYNOPSIS. trapped in a motel with dean, you find unexpected relief from restlessness through helpful distractions.

WARNING(S). smut | friends with benefits | s1!dean | thigh riding | strong language.

KARI NOTES. i have the worst dean brainrot ever. he just won't leave my head no matter what i do. also gonna watch supernatural tonight for spooktober<3

you sat across from dean at the rickety motel table, your eyes occasionally flicking between the worn pages of john's journal and dean's focused expression. it had been hours since sam left for the library, promising to return with more information about the case, and the sun had long since dipped below the horizon.

your leg bounced restlessly under the table, a nervous habit you'd developed over years of hunting. the original plan had been to hit the local bar—a much-needed break from the constant research and hunting—but sam's extended absence had relegated you and dean to more case work.

"would you cut that out?" dean's gruff voice broke through the silence, his green eyes fixed on your fidgeting form. "you're making the whole table shake."

you mumbled an apology, trying to still your movements, but the restless energy continued to course through your body. your relationship with dean was... complicated. best friends who occasionally crossed lines that friends shouldn't, but neither of you ever complained about it. it worked for you both, somehow.

"i can't help it," you whined softly, shifting in your chair again. "we've been sitting here forever."

dean watched you for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips — a gesture that shouldn't have affected you as much as it did. "come here," he ordered, his voice dropping an octave lower.

you hesitated, knowing exactly what that tone meant. "dean..."

"now," he demanded, pushing his chair back slightly from the table. "you clearly need help focusing, and i know exactly what'll help."

heat pooled in your lower belly as you stood, making your way around the table to where he sat. dean's hands found your hips instantly, guiding you to straddle his right thigh. you could feel the heat of his skin through your thin black leggings as they pressed against the rough denim of his jeans.

"there you go," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "now be a good girl and help yourself while i work. maybe this'll help with that restless energy of yours."

your breath hitched as he pulled sam's laptop closer, acting as if he hadn't just given you permission to get yourself off on his thigh. his free hand remained on your hip, encouraging you to move.

slowly, you began to rock against him, the friction of your leggings against his jeans creating the perfect pressure. dean continued scrolling through newspaper articles, but you could feel the tension in his body, the way his thigh flexed beneath you every so often.

"that's it," he praised quietly, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "just like that, sweetheart."

your movements became more desperate as the pleasure built, your hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. the material of his flannel bunched under your fingers as you ground down harder, the thin fabric of your leggings doing nothing to dull the sensation.

dean's grip on your hip tightened, guiding your movements when they became erratic. "focus," he reminded you, though his voice had grown hoarse. "sam could be back any minute. wouldn't want him walking in on his brother's best friend getting off on his thigh, would we?"

the thought should have made you stop, but instead, it sent a thrill through you. you buried your face in dean's neck, muffling your whimpers against his skin as you chased your release.

"fuck—dean," you breathed, your hips moving faster.

"i've got you," he assured, finally looking away from the laptop to watch your face. "come on, baby. let go for me."

your orgasm washed over you suddenly, your body trembling as dean held you steady. his free hand stroked your back soothingly as you came down from your high, your breathing gradually returning to normal.

"better?" he asked, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

you nodded, still too blissed out to form words. dean pressed a quick kiss to your temple before gently nudging you to stand on shaky legs.

"good. now maybe we can get some work done before sammy gets back."

you returned to your seat, noticing how dean adjusted himself in his jeans when he thought you weren't looking. the restless energy was gone, replaced by a pleasant buzz that made focusing on the journal's pages much easier.

when sam finally returned an hour later, arms laden with books and local newspaper clippings, neither you nor dean mentioned how you'd passed the time waiting for him. but every time your leg started bouncing again that night, dean's knowing look across the table made heat rush to your cheeks, and you couldn't help but wonder if you'd need another "study break" before the night was through.

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m0ther0fd00m · 4 months ago

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bloodlust ཐིཋྀ (vamp!sam x reader)

↳ synopsis: sam had been turned by a vamp during a hunt, and still was seeking a cure to become human again. in the meantime, you helped him out a little.

↳word count: 2,128

↳ cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI!!), smut, fem/afab!reader, mentions of blood/biting (but he doesn't actually bc he's very responsible <3), p in v (wrap it up!!), just un-proof read hot vamp sex

You pushed the key unceremoniously into the lock and twisted it, unlocking the door and allowing it to gently peel open. The hinges creaked as they churned, and you walked into a dark foyer. You kicked off your shoes and flicked the warm lights on, squinting slightly to adjust to the sudden brightness. You had a plastic bag slung around your forearm, filled with small tubs of animal blood from the butchers. You knew your order was less than orthodox, but the subtle glances of judgment from the butcher didn’t really bother you anymore- not when it was for Sam. You made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and placing the bag on the top shelf, noticing the last tub from a previous outing was now gone. Sam must have drank it while you were gone.

He had been turned into a vamp during a hunt from a few weeks ago, and was still looking for a cure. Dean had taken hunts on solo since then, since he knew Sam wouldn’t be able to help much (and really, the whole baby-brother-turning-into-a-monster-thing had peeved him a bit). You had offered to stay behind and help, and at his request you made frequent visits to the butchers to gather pig and cow blood to avoid sourcing it from humans. You knew he was frustrated and that he felt disgusted with himself by his transformation. It didn’t bother you so much- you were a Twilight girlie growing up, after all- but you knew he was hurting and it made you upset to see.

As you pushed the door to the fridge shut, Sam appeared behind you, towering over you in jeans and black Carhart hoodie. You almost jumped at his sudden appearance, looking up into his light green eyes that were dim and accompanied by heavy dark circles, likely from his lack of sleep and limited diet.

“Hey. How you feelin’?” You asked, leaning against the fridge as he let out a sigh, leaning against the counter of the kitchen island behind him.

“Fine. Thank you for getting… that.” He nudged his head to the fridge and you smiled, nodding your head.

“No worries. Find anything yet?”

“I found a possible lead. I’ll need to head out tomorrow to talk to some guy in Tuscan.”

“Tuscan huh?” You laughed. “Exciting stuff.”

“Yuh-huh…” Sam shook his head, and your smile dropped at his demeanor. He just looked so tired. You gently brought a hand to his shoulder, reaching up to give it a light squeeze and resting your palm there.

“I’m sorry Sam. I know I keep saying that, but…” You trailed off, watching his hazy eyes flick to yours, and he put on his best smile.

“It’s okay, really. I’ll figure it out.” He assured you. You just sucked your teeth, knowing he wasn’t as ‘okay’ as he was putting on. You gave his shoulder another rub before your hand trailed closer into the crook of his neck, feather-light fingers delicately brushing the skin. He winced and looked away, straining his neck in the opposite direction. You could see two faint holes, scarred over with dead skin and still slightly red from when he was turned. You could feel his pulse slightly under your touch, heart palpitating in rapid succession.

“Y/N…” He whispered, almost a hiss. Something in his tone said you were playing with fire, and you knew he sometimes had trouble restraining himself when people got really close. You didn’t move, though, observing him cautiously under the dim glow of the overhead kitchen lights. You felt your own heart race, letting your natural curiosity fog your common sense that said stop, now.

You got up on your tip-toes and craned your neck up towards him, eyes darting from his lips, to his eyes, to his lips again. “Can I-”

You were interrupted by the sudden feeling of his lips on yours, his hands grabbing on to your waist for dear life. You were taken aback, but melted into this kiss as it got hungrier and deeper. His hands were basically digging into your hips, and you moaned into his mouth. When he pulled away, both of you basically panting from lack of breath, his lust-blown pupils flicked down to your exposed neck. Your skin looked so pale and translucent in the light, veins slightly visible as your neck stretched upwards to match his height. A burning hot feeling traveled through his senses, and his grip on you somehow got even tighter in a way that would definitely leave bruises the next day. Every part of him itched, and he physically had to pull himself against the tides of temptation, biting his lower lip so hard it could’ve bled.

Instead of giving in, he grabbed you from under your legs and slung you over his shoulder in such a swift motion that you audibly yelped. You saw rooms go by in a flash, and before you knew it you were being tossed on Sam’s bed. You barely had time to sink into the mattress before he was all over you, lips traveling from yours to your cheeks, and then hovering right above your throat. You watched him squeeze his eyes shut and shudder a breath before skipping your neck and going straight for your chest, making quick work of yanking your top over your head and leaving you in a bra and jeans. You felt your heart racing in your chest, taken off guard (but not exactly hating) how unrestrained he was becoming as he fought his own urges to dig into you. Even with his roughness, he still occasionally looked up to you before making a move to make sure you were okay. His lips hungirly kissed and sucked over your exposed chest, making you instinctively buck your hips towards his. His hands flew to the strap of your bra before unhooking it in seconds flat, allowing the garment to fall loosely off in one quick pull.

Your bra was tossed to the side, your breasts now bare and heaving to the pattern of your rapid breathing. He looked up at you with blown pupils, breathing just as heavy as you with his mouth slightly agape, allowing you to see his pointed canines- white and sharp, just inches above your skin. You knew that this was a terrible idea and one wrong move could turn you, too, but you were too needy to care. Feeling his weighted body above yours, his thick denim jeans creating friction between your own, your exposed chest nearly pressed against his muscular forearms… who cares if he bit you, you needed something. Now.

Maybe mind reading was another vamp power you weren’t aware of, because his mouth moved back down to your chest and continued to kiss and suck. You felt your skin raise with goosebumps as the blend of cold from the exposure mixed with the anticipation building in your body, soft moans escaping your plush lips. As he kissed, he dug one hand under the waistband of your jeans, long fingers ghosting the outside of your thin panties. You gasped at his touch, his fingers slowly circling the fabric just outside of your core, causing a pool of wetness to gather and dampen the cotton. His lips never left your chest, mapping out your entire torso and leaving you with faint purple marks littered throughout your body. The finger circling your pussy was now solely focused on your clothed clit, eliciting louder moans from you as you squirmed and writhed underneath him.

"Sam..." You whined, overly sensitive to all of his touch. He looked up from your chest, and the look on your face... pink, puffy cheeks, lust-blown eyes, painted lips divided as you panted...

He basically growled, yanking his hand back out of your pants. You would have protested, if that hand wasn't joining the other two seconds later in hooking around the loops of your jeans and yanking them down your legs, discarding them at the same speed he had discarded your bra. He took his own hoodie and, in yet another swift motion, yanked it off effortlessly over his head. He unbuckled his belt and shucked his own jeans off in a way that made you wonder just how many secret powers vamps had- seriously, the speed was inhuman- leaving you both in underwear. He looked like he was about to devour you whole, biting his lip and staring down at your body like he was hunting, and was milliseconds away from going in for the kill. You had never really seen him so... hungry.

"Fuck, baby..." He mumbled lowly, reminding you that he could, in fact, speak. He ducked down and connected your lips again, this time pushing his tongue past your lips and exploring the rest of your mouth and his hands ran through your body, squeezing every curve and edge. Your tongue danced with his, and you could taste the irony flavor of blood that lingered from his previous meal. His hands were unrelenting, feeling you up and down, calloused fingers feeling up your plush breasts causing you to moan into his mouth. When you pulled away, his hand had wandered down to his waist, and had pulled his thick cock out of his boxers. His eyes never left yours, dark and lidded as he pumped himself a few times and coated his member with pre cum. As he prepped himself, his free hand connected back to your core and pushed your soaked panties to the side, causing you to hiss as the cold air hit your bare core.

You watched in anticipation as he lined himself up to your entrance before he gently pushed in, causing you both the moan as you became impossibly full. His forearms planted firmly by your sides as your back arched, hips bucking forward as your body reacted to his length. His pace started slow for all of ten seconds before he was slamming in and out of you, pornographic sounds filling the room as his patience thinned and ran out. You moaned and whined underneath him, his pace causing the bed to slam into the wall behind you and your tits to bounce with each thrust. His eyes were fixed on your neck again as it was completely exposed and straining while your head was thrown back in pleasure. Maybe you could've been mindful of his 'situation', but when he was railing you at superhuman force you weren't exactly thinking about anything else but the firework building in your belly.

While his cock was still buried in you, he leaned down and started kissing your neck, marking you with hickeys that became more and more deep as his hips snapped at a unrelenting pace. His teeth ghosted your throat, pointed canines pushing lightly into the soft, thin skin. He wanted to bite so, so bad that the mere thought of sinking his teeth into you was consuming him.

"So fucking pretty, I just wanna..." He growled, turning his neck to the side and painfully pulling himself away from your vulnerable neck. Your heart was racing from all the stimulation from his lips and dick, and you were nearing the edge fast.

"Fuck, I-" You couldn't finish the sentence, instead opting to bring your hands to his back above you and dig your nails into his flesh as he rammed into you. He groaned at the feeling, once again fighting his urges and pushing his forehead into the crook between your neck and shoulder.

"Cum for me." He hissed out, drawing you closer and closer until the firework building in your lower tummy exploded, causing your walls to tighten around him and cause him to finish, too. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your nails digging even more into his back as your body shook from the high. He whimpered into your shoulder, allowing himself to catch his breath and soften inside you, trying to calm himself down from all the physical restraint. You both laid there for what could've been minutes, just regaining your breath and recovering. When he finally pulled out of you, he rolled onto his side and stared at the roof, reaching over blindly to brush hair out of your face.

You leaned into his gentle touch- different from his desperation from moments ago- and smiled, almost laughing before breathily stating, "Your stamina right now is... Do we have to change you back?"

He rolled his eyes before looking back to your lidded eyes, watery from all the stimulation, a blissed-out smile dumbly lighting up your sweaty face. His annoyance instantly melted into admiration as he slowly peeled himself out of bed to get you both cleaned up.

"Uh, yeah, we do."

↳ a/n: my first post on this account- yay! did i see nosferatu and instantly get re-obsessed with vampires? ... yeah ... maybe... but anyways hope you all enjoy <3 to everyone who came from my other account @mizutsugi, thank you lovelies! i am so excited to keep posting here :) gonna go to bed and manifest vamp!sam now, night night

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