#demonbloodsam

[j2lovemoose]

[weedchester]

Sam mixing demon blood into a red berry smoothie totally happened off screen

[supernaturalopinionspodcast]

#SamWinchesterDidNoWrong KJ and Meredith are joined by Sandra and Kasey, the hosts of Idling In The Impala, to be Sam’s defense team in this week’s episode. They lay out each alleged crime and mistake of Sam’s and then all the reasons why Sam was actually right or not at fault. It’s a good week for the Sam stans in our audience. This one probably should’ve been named for the Trolley Problem, but we already did that in season 3… so we are sticking with that court theme. Episode recorded on January 20, 2024. Linktree including sign up sheet to be on the podcast and our Discord server: https://linktr.ee/SupernaturalOpinionsPodcast Guest social medias: Meredith (tiktok, instagram and Tumblr): shaedsofdeianeira Sandra: AO3- drasna, tumblr- talltalesandbedtimestories Kasey: tumblr- sam-is-my-safe-word, AO3- Sam_Is_My_Safe_Word Idling in the Impala Podcast: https://idlingintheimpala.com/  Reddit posts KJ was looking at:  https://www.reddit.com/r/Supernatural/comments/xvngw6/what_would_you_say_are_the_worst_things_sam_and/ https://www.reddit.com/r/Supernatural/comments/14d9tej/whats_the_worst_thing_sam_has_ever_done/

[apadi9]

tv themed friends bday. you know i had to do spn!

ignore the ambiguous orange blobs pretend they’re enochian writing or whatevs

and the drink is nearly finished because sam was a fiend definitely not because i forgot to take a photo earlier

[wrdlbrmpfd]

Of course tiktok had to be petty again with this one and doesn't deem it appropriate for the fyp. Anyway - here my DemonbloodSam edit

[sams-lost-again]

Boy!King Sam and Crowley would have been frenemies: Discuss

[samfcknwin]

It's not something you're doing, it's what you are.

[fangirl0519]

Maybe I’m the monster

Maybe I’m the one who should be hunted

Instead of the one hunting

I can’t control my actions

I try but it’s impossible

Sometimes I’m lucky 

And the trances last for a little bit 

But other times it’s harder to shake

I should be protecting people

But I’m hurting them

Everyone I ever loved 

Somehow were taken from me

It leaves me broken 

And just when I think I figured it all out

It comes to surface it’s ugly self once more.

-@supernatural-susie

Sam P.O.V Inspiration: Season 5

[j2lovemoose]

[weedchester]

I want him so fucking bad

[lovemovieintheworld]

s4-15 Death Takes a Holiday

[winchester-fantasies]

Scarlet Fix

Summary: Sam is hungry and craving something only she can give him.

Word Count: 1270

Warnings: smut, knife play, blood play, kinda rough sex, sub/dom Sam, sub/dom reader, angst, swearing

Pairing: Demon Blood!Sam x Demon!Reader

A/N: This was written for a request by my good friend, @samuelsangel : Hey, girl 💕 Could you please write a DemonBlood!Sam x Demon!Reader oneshot that includes a little angst and then smut? They’re both a little rough and Sam kind of begs to drink her blood while she teases him? Thank you! I love you & your writing! Thanks for your request, girl! Love you, too, and I hope it’s everything you imagined. ❤❤ And thanks to @demonbloodsam​ for the perfect GIF!

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Sam shoved her against the wall, her back coming into contact with the sheetrock with a heavy thud. He needed a fix. He could feel it waning and new the withdrawals would begin and soon, if the sweat dotting his upper lip and the fuzziness inside his brain was any indication. He’d called her as soon as he and Dean had stopped for the night, sneaking out of the motel room when Dean’s steady breathing turned to snores. 

“What’s wrong, Sam?” she asked, her voice lighthearted and innocent. Her eyes flashed black and a smirk crossed her lips. 

“Need...need it,” he growled, clenching his jaw at the effort it took him to hold himself back. These rendezvous had been going on for…. He wasn’t even sure anymore. It could’ve been months or even years and he wouldn’t even know. 

He knew Dean would be angry and disappointed if he knew what his little brother did in the cover of night, but Sam couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when he craved the one thing she could give him.

She tsked, her eyes returning to her vessel’s color. “You know that’s not how this works,” she crooned. His grip on her loosened just a bit, and she used it to her advantage, shoving him back with more force than her small body should have been able to. “On the bed!” she commanded, her tone serious and leaving little room for argument.

His already half-hard cock twitched at her forceful words, and he hurried to do as she demanded. He sat on the edge of the thin mattress, the rusty springs squeaking under his weight. 

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying, that perpetual smirk never leaving her lips. “Sammy,” she breathed, settling herself across his lap. “Our meetings are getting more frequent….” She leaned forward, capturing his lips into a passionate kiss. She thrust her tongue between his parted lips, their tongues fighting for dominance before she pulled back, dragging his lower lip between her teeth. 

“I can tell you’re getting stronger,” she said, pushing him back into the mattress. She ground herself into him, his body shuddering and a low groan escaping his throat as she rubbed herself against his throbbing erection. 

“Mmm,” she whimpered, the seam of her jeans rubbing across her swollen clit. “But sometimes,” she breathed, leaning forward and resting her hands against his broad chest for support as her pace picked up, both of their orgasms feverishly close. “I still wonder if you’re really man enough for it.”

With a low and throaty growl, Sam had rolled her to her back, the springs groaning in protest as he settled between her spread thighs. Her chest was heaving, her pupils dilated, nearly mimicking them when they’d flash obsidian. “You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he ground out, the need to come out on top swirling in his chest and mixing with hunger and desire. 

“I could break you...limb from limb,” he leered, his eyes roaming her body provocatively. “But I won’t,” he said, meeting her eyes. “Because you’re far too valuable to me.”

He grasped her arm, pinning it against the mattress. He leaned forward, his tongue sliding against her skin, the saltiness of her flesh meeting his taste buds. “I need it,” he said again, this time more forceful and confident. 

A wicked grin spread across her mouth as she swiftly disengaged herself from him, somehow sliding out from under his body. She stood, leaving him sprawled out on the bed. “I told you,” she stated. “That’s not how it works.”

She turned, heading for the door. “Please,” Sam’s voice met her ears, his tone needy. She paused, her hand on the doorknob, her mouth cocking into a smirk of satisfaction. She knew how to work him. Knew how to make him a groveling mess. Knew how to stay in control.

“What was that?” she asked, turning slowly to face him. He sat on the edge of the bed again, his eyes wide and fearful. She could see the sweat dripping from his face and the way his body trembled with need. 

“P...please,” he begged.

“Good boy,” she praised, his cock coming back to life with vigor. “Move!” she clipped, jerking her head for him to stand. He jumped up, his breathing coming out in shallow heaves. 

She stooped down, taking her bowie knife from the sheath at her ankle. She twisted it in the light, the metal glinting in the dim lighting of the room. She darted her eyes to Sam, his gaze honed in on the blade like some valuable relic.

She lowered herself to the bed before placing the blade against her skin. She hissed at the slight sting as she pulled it over her forearm, droplets of blood falling to the floor, Sam’s eyes catching each one.

She laid back on the bed, extending her arm out next to her, her blood soaking into the old mattress. “Drink,” she commanded.

Sam all but pounced on her, his mouth latching onto her skin and lapping up her blood like a man starved. She grinned at the sight of her blood marring his mouth and running down his chin. “Taste good?” she asked.

Sam hummed in agreement as he closed his eyes, the symptoms of his withdrawal slowly fading away. “How does it feel, Sam?” she asked. “To have all that power...coursing through your veins?”

“Like fucking bliss,” he said. His eyes darkened as they settled on her face and in a matter of seconds he had both of them naked from the waist down. He grunted as he thrust his erection into her wet heat, a small cry of ecstasy falling from her mouth. 

He pounded into her, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and wanton moans, groans, and expletives falling from both of their mouths. The only sounds in the dingy room. She tightened around him and he groaned at the feeling. “H...here,” she panted, handing him the knife that was still clutched in her hand. 

He took it from her, his thrusts only pausing briefly to scrape the blade across her other arm. He picked up his pace again as he leaned forward, letting the scarlet warmth fill his mouth. Fuck, she tasted sweet. 

She took a gasping breath as he shifted his angle, his cock spearing her deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust. He lifted himself to his hands, holding himself up over her, his pace picking up slightly.

Without warning her walls clenched and with a groan his hips stuttered, thrusting into her three more times before he came, his white, hot cum filling her to the brim. They were both panting, Sam’s head falling forward as her core contracted around him with aftershocks.

He slowly slid from within her, his seed spilling from her red and sensitive pussy and onto the bed below her hips. “Thanks,” he huffed out, pulling up his jeans and stuffing his now limp dick back into his pants. He brushed his sweaty hair off his face, a small grin crossing his mouth.

“You know I got you, Sammy,” she said, carefully getting off the bed and pulling her pants back up. 

He stepped forward, taking her chin in his large hand and running his thumb over her bottom lip, his eyes darting between hers and roaming her face before he pulled away. He sauntered towards the door, exiting without so much as a glance behind him, his craving sated. He smirked. At least until he was in need of his next scarlet fix. 

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[moosifer--winchester]

The saddest part of this is that I paid $1.29 for the Mulan song...and the video still sucked

[weasley-child]

Sometimes (most times) I forget demon blood Sam was a thing.

[samfcknwin]

I'm super bored and it's late and for whatever reason this popped into my head 😂😍🥰😘

[j2lovemoose]