#vamp dean!

[eepwtf]

⌖ BOT DUMP—RIBBED MUSIC FOR THE NUMB GENERATION INSPIRED BOTS ₊ SHE WANTS REVENGE BOTS ⌖

𓇳 DISC #1

───#1 ⋮ STRIPPER ⸝⸝⸝ QUINN FABRAY

❝The way you move, i’m in the mood. Tease the crowd, please the crowd.❞

───#2 ⋮ MY VAMPIRE ⸝⸝⸝ DAMON SALVATORE

❝My vampire, my vampire's fine, my vampire, my vampire's okay.❞

───#3 ⋮ RIGHT AND RIGHT AGAIN ⸝⸝⸝ QUINN FABRAY

❝I like Mondays now, your weak and weeded out.❞

───#4 ⋮ TRASH THE RENTAL ⸝⸝⸝ DEAN WINCHESTER

❝Trash it, trash it. It's just a rental.❞

───#5 ⋮ IM NOT COOL ⸝⸝⸝ KLAUS MIKAELSON

❝I wanted you there's no way back, got a destructive appetite.❞

───#6 ⋮ WEEKENDER ⸝⸝⸝ BLAIR WALDORF

❝And did you think i was just for the weekend? Like something you could just hold down and go?❞

───#7 ⋮ PLEASURES OF SOHO ⸝⸝⸝ CATE DUNLAP

❝Give me your attention, i'll show you all the pleasures of Soho, give me your worst intentions.❞

───#8 ⋮ NO REGRETS ⸝⸝⸝ KOL MIKAELSON

❝Tame me, i want a test. Tame me, i’ll have no regrets.❞

───#9 ⋮ 1724 ⸝⸝⸝ CATE DUNLAP

❝With your lips on top of mine, and your blonde hair and blue eyes.❞

𓇳 DISC #2

───#1 ⋮ RED FLAGS AND LONG NIGHTS ⸝⸝⸝ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

❝You can occupy my every sigh, you can rent the space inside my mind.❞

─── #2 ⋮ THESE THINGS ⸝⸝⸝ KAI PARKER

❝Says i'm a bad man, she's locking me out. It's 'cause of these things, it's 'cause of these things.❞

───#3 ⋮ I DONT WANT TO FALL IN LOVE ⸝⸝⸝ KATHERINE PIERCE

❝Right face wrong time, she's sweet. (But I don't wanna fall in love).❞

───#4 ⋮ OUT OF CONTROL ⸝⸝⸝ ELENA GILBERT

❝This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in, or maybe it's only you.❞

───#5 ⋮ TEAR YOU APART ⸝⸝⸝ DEAN WINCHESTER

❝I want to hold you close soft breasts, beating heart as I whisper in your ear: i want to fucking tear you apart.❞

───#6 ⋮ SHE LOVES ME, SHE LOVES ME NOT ⸝⸝⸝ KLAUS MIKAELSON

❝I saw you only yesterday, we shared a smile, then went our separate ways.❞

ps… i wanted to do christmas bots but got sidetracked… (as we can tell) honestly after watching gossip girl and the song “stripper” came out in an ep i wanted to do this. but i’m still trying to make some christmas’s bots!

[bloodydeanwinchester]

🩸Bloody Dean Every Episode🩸 ↳ 6x05 || Live Free or Twihard Part 1

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

12.06 - LADIES DRINK FREE

[vammppyre]

THEYRE FUCKING DIRECT PATERNAL DESCENDANTS OF CAIN AND ABEL WTFFFFFFF

[vhyunjinverse]

Interrogation

afab!vamp reader x sam winchester (18+) slight dean!

summary: Sam’s taking his interrogation time with you seriously, while Dean watches how helpless you are in his arms.

warnings: reader is cuffed, choking, mentions of blood, spanking, trigger warming for sl*t wrist, choking

* for better context this is consensual between them, i apologize!!

“I need a name, now.”

“I..I don’t have one. I told you- fuck- I’m not affiliated with any other vampires. Hah..it wasn’t me.”

Sam’s big hand held your small cuffed wrist together while his thick cock buried itself deep within you. Your eyes watered while he plowed into you, each thrust just as hard as the others. You bit into your lip, your fangs out and thirsty. They’ve kept you for two days, constantly fucking into that slut of a hole of yours. Your ass was in the air right at the edge of the bed. You had nothing to hold onto, just his trust which you know you didn’t have. After all, they’re Winchester’s, and you’re a vampire. Everyone knew what happened when the two collided. “Fuck- Sam…mph..”

“Sam!“ you gasp. He forces you down, your face hitting the pillow beneath you. He pulls out, hand slapping your ass. “I need a name.” He grumbles. Your cunt throbbed from the loss of his cock. How it filled you so well… His thumb grazed over that sweet sensitive nub of yours, your legs shaking from the sensation. His hand comes down again, even harder- making you gasp and shut your eyes for just a second. You adjust your head best you can, staring right into the eyes of Dean Winchester. He sipped his small class of whiskey while he stared back at you. Pure disgust in his eyes, but his hard cock said differently. He gets up, leather boots steady against the floor- you could hear it better than he could.

That’s when you smelled it- blood. Most importantly, blood from a winchester. You whimpered, back arching as your fangs sharpened. Your mouth opened as Dean neared you, your sex clenching around the air. “Please-“ you gasp, Dean’s hand coming up to your neck and squeezing. “Please what?” he grumbles.

“Please..sir.” You stared right into his eyes, they’d be the last eyes you’ll ever look in, assuming your position. He could kill you, he will, kill you..

“Drink.” Was all he replied with, the fresh shot of whiskey fanning your face. Sam’s strong arm came round your head, his wrist was slit and his blood dripped down onto your chest. You held your tongue out, catching the fulfilling droplets. You felt your world open- your heart bursting. Your legs shook as the flavor- the opportunity, the chance..drinking from a Winchester all the while he fucked you. Dean’s hand tightened its grip around your neck. “A name. Now. Who’s killing all those people damnit-“

“Riley.” You moaned, Sam’s thick cock slipping back into you. “That’s- Thats all i know i swear.” A smirk rose on Deans lip, Sam’s wrist coming up to your mouth. Your drank from him while he plowed you from behind. Your eyes watered, your cunt feeling full and overstimulated. You were full everywhere. Still, Dean’s hand held its placement around your neck, his cup of whiskey raising to his lips. “Well, i think you know more than that.”

[hakusins]

I really hate doing these things but because of my own fuck up, I'm a bit short on money to cover groceries and any additional expenses, so once I'm done with the last drawing request (should be today or not this weekend) I'm planning on opening emergency comms soon. I'm still heavily debating on this because I really really hate doing comms and even drawing requests can take me months to do. So I'm still on the fence about this and I'm figuring out what I'm willing to offer.

If you're not interested and want to just help out as much as you can, I would really appreciate any amount!!

[foxiepot]

"he's got that saltburb vampire mouth"

[livfastdieyoung69]

(the winchester boys try to ‘save’ goth!reader from their perfect lover);*!

(what the hell! stop trying to chop my boyfriends head off while he's professing his love!);*!

[beausling]

LMFAO YOUR NEW PFP JUMPSCARED ME SO BADLY😭😭😭😭 IDK WHY BUT DEAN LOOKED SO GOOFY IN THIS SCENE IM SORRY😭

NO YEAH HE DOES DEFINITELY LOOK VERY CRAZY SILLY IN THAT SCENE😭😭

but i wanted something vamp!dean (or shifter!dean) since like.. my name is october n i love october n halloween n fall n horror n just all things creepy spooky so i finally decided on a new theme i should just like Embrace all of that😸🤞🏼

i also had this exact pfp for a vamp!dean layout on twt in 2020 but i couldn’t find a ss of the whole thing so i have no idea what fucking header i used and i’m mad abt that (i probably Wouldn’t have ended up using it anyways, but i still wanna know wtf it was cus i Do not remember😭)

[deanspunchingbag]

they told the vampires in supernatural to suck blood but they heard serve cunt and every single one of them did

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Sam: There's something wrong with me. I think I need help.

Dean: *punches him until he's unconscious*

Because that is the sane and rational response.

[eepwtf]

SYPHOPSIS — just thinking about blood sharing but make it vamp!dean🙂‍↕️

TYPE — spitball

WARNINGS — blood duh? , 18+ , reader is gender neutral! , vamp!dean

i was watching a vamp!dean edit ,,, and ofc i had an idea and i HAD to share

Thinking about Vamp!Dean with an insane amount of bloodlust, as a fledgling vampire, every heartbeat in his vicinity thunders in his ears, a siren call he can barely resist. His fangs ache with desperate need, urging him to sink them into the nearest warm body. The primal hunger claws at his mind, threatening to overtake any remaining shred of his humanity.

But then there’s you.

In you, Dean finds his equal—a kindred spirit just as ravenous as he is. Your presence soothes the frenzy in his veins, replacing chaos with dark harmony. Together, you hunt, and it's more than exhilarating—it's transcendent. He's mesmerized by the predatory glint in your eyes, a mirror to his own hunger. Your smirk, as you ensnare your prey with elegant precision, sends a thrill through him. In these moments, the hunt becomes an intricate dance, and you're the partner he never knew he craved. Your shared bloodlust doesn't just satisfy; it elevates, turning primal urges into a perverse art form. With you, Dean doesn't just survive his new existence—he revels in it.

But beneath the surface of their shared hunts, a new desire begins to gnaw at Dean's core. As he watches you feed on your fragile human prey, a strange longing takes root. It's not just bloodlust anymore—it's something deeper, more intimate.

He finds himself captivated by the way your fangs glint in the moonlight, imagining how they'd feel grazing his own throat. The thought sends shivers down his spine, a mix of fear and exhilaration. Dean yearns to experience what your victims feel in those final moments—the exquisite pain, the surrender, the draining of life force.

But it's more than that. He craves the connection, the ultimate intimacy of offering his blood to you. The idea of your fangs piercing his skin, of his essence flowing into you, becomes an obsession. He wants to be your sustenance, to feel the pull of his lifeblood leaving his body and entering yours.

And yet, the desire isn't one-sided. As much as he longs to be your willing prey, he's equally consumed by the urge to reciprocate. He imagines sinking his own fangs into your flesh, tasting the power of your immortal blood. The thought of this exchange—this deadly, sensual dance—consumes his every waking moment.

In the secluded sanctuary of a dimly lit room, curtains drawn against the prying eyes of the world, Dean looks at you behind dark lashes, green eyes filled with lust and hunger. The feeling of your sharp fangs brushing against his bare shoulder, has him trembling in anticipation. “Please,” he murmurs, pretty glassy, green eyes looking up at you with an expression of utter devotion, completely surrendering himself to the moment. A soft, needy whine escaped his pouty pink lips, as your lips ghost over his collarbone, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses in their wake. Each touch is electric, sending jolts of sensation through Dean's body. “Just do it,” he almost whines out pathetically.

Your lips traced a path down the smooth expanse of Dean's neck, leaving a trail of warmth and lingering tingling sensations. “Patience,” you tutted playfully, with a sly smirk, at the juncture where his pulse was most intense, you paused, reveling in the moment. Then, with a measured bite, you sank your fangs deep into his soft flesh, triggering a guttural moan of pure ecstasy to spill from his throat, echoing around the room.

Dean's body convulsed under you, his hands grasping at your shoulders as he yielded to the overwhelming sensation of your fangs breaking through his flesh. The surge of blood into your mouth only amplified his ecstasy, and he arched his back, his head tossing back in an unquenchable frenzy of pleasure. Your tongue, wanton and explorative, swirled around the punctures, greedily ingesting the tantalizing, warm blood that gushed forth, filling your mouth.

His body writhed, arching his back and tossing his head back in uncontainable rapture, his Adam's apple bobbing with every panted gasp. You observed with a hint of perverse satisfaction as the evidence of your work stood out starkly against the pale canvas of Dean's neck. Within mere seconds he crashed his lips on yours, savoring the bittersweet taste of his own blood mingling with the softness of your lips. Soft, urgent moans escaped him as his tongue sought access, tracing the contour of your bottom lip. Almost as if he was determined to capture every last drop of his essence, he then shifted, his lips venturing towards the sensitive expanse of your shoulder.

His lips moved with a frenzied urgency, leaving behind a trail of messy and frantic kisses across the expanse of your shoulder, drifting ever closer to the tender flesh of your neck. His breathing grew more pronounced, imbued with heightened sensation as he inhaled your intoxicating scent. A potent desire gripped his fangs, yearning to penetrate the throbbing artery at your pulse point.

Sensing the imminent action to come, anticipating his intentions, you obligingly tilted your neck to the side, allowing him unfettered access to the tender flesh. Your own lips found their own path, migrating towards the site of his previous bite, already witnessing its regenerative healing. Even as the signs of your mark rapidly faded, your lips attacked it with fervor, craving to leave their imprint once more.

As your lips pressed fervently against his already healing wound, Dean could no longer contain the primal need surging through him. He felt the sharp points of his fangs growing longer and sharper, before he yielded to the craving and sank them into the supple, tender flesh of your neck. With a sense of urgency, he began to feed, his mouth filling with the sweet, intoxicating flow of your sweet, crimson blood filled his mouth, the sanguine liquid swiftly pooling inside him. He savored the moment, his body writhing at the intimacy of the exchange.

Feeling the trembles of desire coursting through your body only heightened Dean's courage, his tongue gently swirling around the bite mark, lapping at the warm, sweet blood that cascaded from the wound. His eyes, glazed with pleasure, met your own, a satisfied grin playing across his face. "You’re absolutely delicious," he murmured, his tongue gliding across his lips in a slow, seductive motion, savoring the taste of your essence.

𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐖𝐓𝐅 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋.

[cassierobinsons]

soulless sam deserved to get his face punched down to his ankles at the end of 6x06 and you're wrong if you think otherwise

[pasta-n00dles]

I believe in monsters! Winchester brothers supremacy.

[ashlumicalm]

[impala-dreamer]

His Return

A Supernatural Story

~Walking alone at night can be deadly.~

Vampire!Dean Winchester x Reader

1,780 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Major Character Death, Vampirism. 

A/N: First published to Patreon July 2022. See what you're missing?

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works  

The night is cold. Steely wind nips at your cheeks and you draw your coat a little tighter across your chest. Moonlight leads you home, beaming down through the haze of midnight and you free it from oil-slicked puddles as you walk down the alley.

You’ve walked this way a thousand times before, but tonight it feels different- there’s something lurking in the corner of your vision, some hidden danger that sturs your senses and makes every hair stand on end.

A flutter of wings catches your ear and you turn with a gasp; just a pigeon fleeing the dumpster. You laugh at yourself and continue on; there’s work to be done tomorrow and not much more time for sleep.

Another noise strikes your attention and you spin again, nerves on edge, mind reeling with illogical fears. It’s the heavy footfall of a boot, familiar yet unscheduled, but when you turn, there’s nothing behind you except the night.

“Stop being such a pussy, Y/N,” you laugh at yourself, turning back to face the shadows and your shortcut home.

One step and you’re slamming into solid muscle.

“Holy shit!” you scream and try to run, but a hand clamps down around your elbow and holds you steady. The grip is strong and cold, and you look up with fear in your heart.

Green eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

“Dean?”

A soft smile curls his plump lips. “Heya, Y/N/N.”

It’s been forever since you last saw the hunter; a few years in fact. He’d been the only one to believe you when you ranted to the police about how a monster had taken your little sister. Sure enough, by week’s end, you were standing hip to hip with the strange fake Fed, covered in blackish goo and sharing a victory kiss beneath the stars.

He left before dawn that night, speeding away in his giant black boat of a car. To see him returned was both welcomed and jarring. Something had to be amiss.

“Holy crap- you scared the shit out of me!”

His hold on your elbow vanishes and he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He dips his chin and looks at you through perfectly thick lashes. “Sorry about that.” He smiles and your heart melts a bit, remembering what those lips could do. “I saw you walkin’ alone and thought- well… You really shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night, Y/N.”

A laugh tickles your throat. “I’ve done a lot worse. As you remember.”

He laughs with you at that, a little chuckle that lifts his broad shoulders. “That I do. But still- it’s… dangerous out here.”

Reaching into your bag, you pull up your secret weapon. “I’ve got pepper spray and a mean right hook.”

Dean looks away and back; a slick smile tugging on his lips as he wipes a hand down his cheek. “Oh, that I remember well.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that…”

His eyes flash over your face and your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t be. I was impressed.”

Pride swell in your gut but something’s still wrong. “Why are you here?” you blurt out, staring up at him as if he’s some ghost from the past, and well, he is. “I mean- it’s nice to see you but-”

“Seeing me is like a bad omen, huh?”

He looks away and you feel bad. “Not like that, but- kinda? I mean- you only show up when monsters are lurking.”

Dean lets out a deep laugh as if he can’t help it and his green eyes turn back to dig into yours. “Monsters…” He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “I don’t know about that.” He licks his lips slowly and your mind is shoved back in time, right back into the backseat of that damned Impala. “Anyway- why don’t we get you off the streets, huh?”

“Do I remind you of a working girl, Mr. Winchester?”

He smiles and you swear he’s trying to kill you with it. “You know what I mean.” He crooks his elbow and holds it out for you. “If I remember correctly, your apartment isn’t far-”

“Correct.” Your hand slides a bit too easily onto his arm, fitting perfectly in the hollow of his elbow.

You turn together and head into the shadows, not caring about the puddles underfoot or the cold wind attacking your cheeks. Dean seems to shield you from more than just the wind- you feel safe in his arms, careless and free.

“So, just passing through town?”

He nods, looking straight ahead. “Something like that.”

“Sam with you?”

He isn’t revealing much, hiding all behind a soft smile that crinkles around his eyes and turns your mind to mush. “No. Sam’s- not with me.”

“Oh well. I hope he’s doing OK…”

“I don’t wanna talk about Sam.” Dean stops at the foot of your stairs, memory guiding him straight to your building. He grabs your hand and you spin with him, falling against his chest as he tugs you close. “Do you?”

Staring up at him, you lose all sense of time and space and it’s just like it was a few years ago. He’s strong and tall, mysterious and beautiful; a hero there to guide you back to the light.

“Ya know,” you whisper, pushing up on your toes to try to reach his lips. “I really couldn’t care less.”

Dean dips his chin and brings his lips close, hovering there, giving you the option to pull away. With a smile, you do the opposite, pushing in and kissing him hard.

He exhales against your cheek, tips his head to the side, parts his lips. His tongue juts out, swiping over your bottom lip and you hum at the memory of it. His left hand finds the nape of your neck and he holds you there with freezing fingers that seer into your flesh.

Pulling back, you’re stunned to find his eyes open and focused; every ounce of his attention on you.

“Do you- wanna come up?” you ask, surprising only yourself. Dean seems to know you’d offer, waiting patiently for you to catch up.

“I’d love to.”

He follows closely up the three flights of stairs and you rack your brain to try to remember what panties you have on; if it’s the lacy bra or the junky one.

Your breath is fast with climbing and nerves when you finally reach your door, but Dean is steady, appearing behind you almost too quickly.

“The- the place is kinda messy. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting- um… you.”

Dean swallows visibly, his upper lip twitching as you push open the door. “Don’t worry about it.”

His tone has changed slightly; the feel of him ass well. Gone are the familiar shy smiles, the feeling of being wooed. He seems stiff, focused.

He stands back as you step inside.

“Well,” you laugh, watching him hover in the doorway. “Come in.”

His boot is hesitant to step over the threshold, but he does and he breaths in the room, scanning the apartment quickly.

“Nice place.”

The door shuts and locks behind you.

“Thanks. As I said, usually not so messy-”

Dean holds up a hand and waves you off. “It’s great.” He spins on his heel and soon you’re back in his arms, cradled delicately against his chest. “Just like- you…”

A smile bubbles up from deep inside and your cheeks burn. “Dean- did you come back here just for me?”

His fingers tangle in your hair and he tugs, lifting your shy eyes to his. “And if I said yes?”

Your answer is a kiss that closes your eyes and makes him moan. You lean closer, pressing yourself against him. Hips and chest and thighs all crashing together as you give yourself over to him with a push of your lips.

He responds instantly. The hand in your hair tightens, the other digs into your lower back, locking you to him.

It’s a mad rush to the bedroom; so hard to walk and shed clothing between maddening kisses.

He lays you down, drags his calloused fingers down your naked body, teasing and pinching and driving you wild. His name falls from your lips in desperate moans as he licks at your skin; plump lips planting bruises from throat to hip. He’s feverish- grasping at every inch of you like you’re water in the desert.

“Need you,” he whispers, throat dry and torn.

You push a hand through his hair and bite your lip. “All yours…”

He presses inside, spreading your thighs wide with his hips. The stretch is deep and exquisite and you toss your head back against the mattress, savouring every inch of him as your body tightens.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He stares, eyes hard and wild. Still thrusting slowly, Dean drops down, covering your body with his. The crush is heavy, knocks the breath from your lungs. A big hand wraps beneath you, a cool hand covers the nape of your neck. Fingers, long and deft, lock around your jaw from beneath and turn your head to the side.

You gasp, struggling to breathe beneath his weight as pleasure and fear collide in your chest.

“Dean-”

“Be still,” he growls, lips tickling your ear. He pulls back for a moment and the corner of your eye tricks your vision. He bares his teeth; tiny fangs dropping like magic before he attacks, sinking them deep into your throat.

Your heart pounds, pumping blood to meet the heavy pull of his beautiful lips.

“Dean!” You claw at his shoulders, strangled and desperate to be released.

The pull is strong and the room starts to spin.

He thrusts harder, moaning loudly as he drains the life from your veins and nears his climax.

The numbness starts in your fingertips, works its way up your arms; the muscles protest and relax, leaving you limp and empty beneath him.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans, swallowing the last drop just as he cums. His timing is perfection and he cries out in ecstasy; his entire body vibrating with your blood and his pleasure. “Just like I thought you’d be.”

He doesn’t bother to clean up, just drags his jeans up his thick thighs and tugs on his layers of flannel and canvas.

“Another fun stop on the Dean Winchester Memory Tour.” He laughs at his mess: your arm is bent wrong; your legs are forever open and your cunt leaks with his cum.

He kisses your forhead before he leaves and your eyes stare into the shadows.

“I told you it was dangerous to be walking alone…”

He doesn’t bother to shut the door behind him.

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