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@arcastiel
➻ ꒰ა arcastiel ໒꒱⋆.𐙚 ˚⋆˚☆˖⋆♱ ‧｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚
⤷ ─ ⭑ supernatural side blog for @mizutsugi
⤷✎ ⋆ ─ characters: castiel, dean, sam, charlie, rowena (sfw, nsfw-minors dni)
⤷☾. ─ masterlist: coming soon!
⤷ ִ𖦹⋆─ requests are: OPEN !➤ CLICK HERE
can you do a nsfw dom!castiel? i feel like i can only find sub cas 😩 (fem!reader plsss)
aye aye, captain! sorry this took so long to get to, life’s been kinda hectic but dw i never forget about my lovelies on tumblr <3 thank u anon!
brat ♡ྀི (castiel x reader) ↳ synopsis: you went and did something stupid, and cas is just about fed up with you. ↳word count: 1,710 ↳ cw
brat ♡ྀི (castiel x reader)
↳ synopsis: you went and did something stupid, and cas is just about fed up with you.
↳word count: 1,710
↳ cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI!!), smut, fem/afab!reader, mentions of a wound/blood, dom!cas (everyone cheered), fingering, not proof read (i'm too blitzed to do it rn sorry)
↳ anon request! thanks anon <3
“That was beyond stupid.” Castiel remarked flatly, opening the door and holding it for you despite his frustration.
“I knew what I was doing. You just came at the wrong time…” You mumbled, walking into the dark motel room and flicking the lights on to reveal ugly fluorescent light across the plain room. You were clutching your bleeding palm with the other hand, wincing as you applied pressure. You made your way to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit when you felt Cas put a firm hand on your shoulder, stopping you before pointing to the edge of the bed you were currently in front of.
“Sit.” He demanded, clearly fed up but also not allowing you to fix your own mistakes. You sighed and rolled your eyes, but did as you were told, sitting down on the uncomfortable bed and watching as he quickly retrieved the med kit. He brought it back out and took a seat beside you, putting the first aid kit in his lap and opening the metal tin, rummaging through bottles of Tylenol and boxes of band aids to find the gauze.
“I came at the right time. You would’ve died.” He stated, finding the white gauze and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. He uncapped the bottle and removed your other hand, revealing a deep, nasty cut that stretched over your palm, still lightly bleeding deep crimson. “Why didn’t you wait?”
“Sam and Dean are on their own hunt right now, and I knew they needed that witch’s book. I just wanted to save them the time and effort.” You replied, looking up to his disapproving eyes.
“So you didn’t think to even tell me? I don’t have my grace anymore, I can’t teleport. I thought you were kidnapped.” His gravelly voice rang through your eyes, reminding you of when you were scorned as a child. “This will sting a little.”
He dumped some of the alcohol onto your palm, causing you to hiss as you watched the burning substance sink into your wound and wash off the stray blood from the gash. He carefully wiped the excess off with a washcloth, and once the spot was dry, he began to wrap the area in gauze.
“But hey,” You gestured with your head to your bag, which was slumped up against the opposite wall, “We have the book. Guess I knew what I was doing.”
Castiel sighed, tying the gauze off in a small knot before cutting the remaining fabric off, finishing dressing your injury. “You’re a brat.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling yourself get flushed in the cheeks as you reacted to his statement. Where’d he learn that word? The way he looked down at you with tired eyes, dark hair swept back messily with a deep voice that made you feel a certain way on its own, let alone when he called you a brat…
“What?” He asked, watching you suddenly go still and quiet, your injured hand still resting upwards on top of your thigh where he left it. You almost stammered out “Nothing!”, but you stopped yourself. Maybe it was the blood loss, but you suddenly felt emboldened to keep pushing the angels’ buttons.
“Nothing, I just think you’re the one being a brat about this whole thing. I got the book, so what’s the issue?” You shrugged, feigning innocence.
“What’s the issue? Are you being intentionally dense?”
“Hm?” You hummed back, tilting your head to the side curiously.
Castiel grabbed your wrists firmly, jolting both hands in front of you while you were turned to face him. His grip was unrelenting, and you saw a fire ignite in his eyes that you’d only seen a few times when the boys managed to really piss him off.
“I have tried to be nice about this, but I am beyond upset with you. You are acting like a child.” His voice was even deeper and coarse, and where it should’ve scared you, (and it did, a little)... You felt yourself beginning to pool with arousal.
“Oh yeah? You gonna put me in timeout or something?” You teased, smirking a bit under his tightening grip. You had a feeling that you egging him on had no real purpose. It’s not like he exactly understood sexual ques from what you knew about him. He was probably genuinely angry, and that was it.
Then you felt your wrists being released and your chest being pushed backwards, leaving you lying face up on the bed. Your hands were now pinned to your sides, and you saw Cas kneeling above you, straddling your waist with eyes burning with passionate anger. Or was it just passion?
“You need to shut up. Now.” He demanded huskily.
“Yes, sir.” You mumbled, taken aback with flushed cheeks and plump lips slightly separated as you took a deep breath. You said it semi-sarcastically, but you saw his brows furrow and felt his grip on your wrists get impossibly tight before you swallowed a breath and whined.
Seeing you in pain momentarily worried him, prompting him to softly ask, “Are you o-”
“Kiss me. Now, please…” You whispered, dismissing his question and begging for something you had needed since he picked you up at that old ransacked house an hour ago. Castiel furrowed a brow, but nevertheless brought a large hand up to cup your face, slowly moving in until your lips collided. You melted into each other, your eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself get absorbed in his warmth. He gradually kissed more intently, only breaking away for small breaths before reuniting with your glossy lips with more and more desperation. A hand fumbled across your chest as he reached beneath himself to your silky top, hesitantly ducking his hand below the fabric to feel your skin.
He was an angel… a fallen angel, sure, but an angel. You didn’t know how much he knew about intimacy, and the kind of dynamics involved with it. You weren’t sure how innocent he was, given that Dean had tried his best to show Cas “the ropes”, taking him out to strip clubs a few times between hunts. You knew he watched a lot of TV to catch up on pop culture, so he’s surely seen some sex scenes but… which ones? Though he’d been on earth for a while by that point, you weren’t sure if should expect anything beyond a passionate kiss.
Your question was answered almost immediately as his hand traveled up your stomach, stretching to the valley of your breasts, ghosting over the fabric of your bra. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you panting and looking down at his hands mapping your chest.
Then, to your dismay, his hands left your chest and trailed down to your pants, lightly tracing over the waistband of your low rise jeans. You whined his name, frustrated as his dull eyes fixated on your midriff and the rough fabric of your pants.
"You wanna act like a child..." He trailed, looking up at you with an unimpressed glance, hands slowly unzipping your jeans before pulling them down your thighs. "Then fine."
You felt your thighs grow cold, now exposed to the air while he hovered above you, fully dressed in his usual get up with the fabric of his trench coat shrouding your view of the room. His hand dipped around the soft curve of your cervix, painfully avoiding the area you could feel growing hotter by the second. He remained focused, but his face somehow looked... bored.
Your squirmed under him, hips dragging back and forth until a firm hand pushed on your tummy, keeping you in place. The other hand dragged to your clothed bud, damp from pooling arousel. Over the wet cotton, he lazily dragged his finger up and down, causing you to moan, hands clamping on sheets above your head in an attempt to secure yourself.
"Cas... please..." You begged, not even knowing what you were really begging for.
"You're not in a place to ask me for anything." He responded huskily, looking up at you with heavy eyes, fingers still getting you off through the painfully present panties you wish you never wore, separating his contact further through annoying fabric. You huffed, whining as he continued rubbing over your clit. The hand that was on your tummy made its way up to your breasts, groping you from under your shirt. You were annoyed by all the clothes you both still had on (i mean the man was still in a suit, tie and jacket...) but this was his punishment. Well, his thought of a punishment... you were still so incredibly glad you kept teasing him. Plus, if you were honest, there was something really hot in how he was making you cum with nothing but his finger, still dressed head to toe.
Your moans became short, high pitched breaths as his pace quickened and you chased your release. Your nails were digging into the thin sheets, your body beginning to squirm again as he slipped a thumb under your bra, circling the soft skin of your breast. You had to fight to keep your eyes open long enough to see him watching you adamantly, head slightly tilted as he focused on your plump lips and flustered cheeks.
You felt a rubber band snap in your belly and you let out a high pitched moan, cumming around his slick finger, further dampening the dark wet spot on your panties. Your chest rose and fell, your bandaged hand slightly stinging from how hard you were gripping the bedding. His finger still continued for a bit, dragging you through your release, before pulling away. You whined at the lack of contact, still too blissed out to open your teary eyes.
When you could finally open them, though, you saw Cas at the end of the bed, hands propping himself up as he watched you. His eyes landed on your core before his gaze trailed up to meet yours. He had the slightest of a smile on his face, stern yet seemingly content having seen you unravel around his touch.
"You should clean up, they'll be back soon. And let me check your wound again..."
↳ a/n: GUYS. i am so sorry for disappearing! i recently finished my first week back at college and things are kinda crazy. plus, it took me FOREVER to get a good idea for dom cas... i hope i pulled it off mannn. i promise my sub cas request will be finished soon, hopefully by this friday! hope my lovelies are doing good <3
ps if you noticed the house MD refrence… shhh 😇
P0RNSTAR
— s.w
Content It’d been two days since Sam left for a hunt with Dean, not even a week. He was leaving in the morning, but he needed something to deal with the neediness that still lingered for you. The idea of those tapes come in handy after all.
Warnings Needy!Switch!Sam, sub!sam for the majority of this, Fem!Switch!Reader, mention of filming intimate scenes, m!masturbation, self filming, praise, dirty talk, mention of Dean being annoyed by Sam’s ‘whipped’ attitude for you, Just really soft & needy Sam, mentions of m!masturbation, use of pet names (both fem!reader & sam), degrading use of terms, unprotected sex, creampie, smidge of breeding kink, fingering at the end, brief overstimulation, gentle to rough intercourse, Sam is really head over hills for reader, body worship, brief marking, established relationship (Sam is fem!reader’s boyfriend), dacryphilla, crying, teasing, degrading, and more.
notes Since my messages have been blown up with this concept, I finally did it!!
word count 2.6k
It hadn’t even been a week since Sam went on that spirit serial killer hunt with Dean. Sam asked you if you would stay at the motel, since he didn’t want you to get hurt. He’d rather ask then force you to be locked up. So, you stayed.
That was two days ago.
Sam knew that being a hunter it wouldn’t take a day or two to finish a case, it took maybe a week at max. He was aware, but he really, really missed you. He wasn’t sneaky about it either, it was easy for the elder Winchester to crack a joke or tease Sam for it.
He always carried a picture around in his wallet of you. Even if there was no cash in the leather pocket, he kept it on him at all times. Dean teased Sam relentlessly for it, calling him ‘whipped’ — and he didn’t deny it. He truly would worship you in a split second just by two words.
Dean left around five minutes ago, dropping Sam off at the motel with a blonde bimbo on his arm. His brother wouldn’t be back for a few hours, and Sam silently thanked God for his brother’s habits.
He’s thought about it, not just once. You had managed to convince Sam to do tapes, something you both could look back on. It was sinful how much Sam loved it, not just the idea.
He loved how he could see you in such a vulnerable state, how he could watch his hands trace and explore every inch of your frame. It wasn’t anything compared to watching your face contorted in pleasure when he fucked you, the way your moans went high pitched and more frequent when you were close. Just thinking about it now made his cock strain against the front of his denim, dampening the fabric of his underwear with his arousal.
He never thought he’d actually do it. Yet, here he was, biting his lip while he pulled out the cellphone from his pocket. He shivered at the mere contact of his fingers brushing against the bulge he sported in his blue jeans. It was 10:32PM, Sam knew you’d be awake.
The zipper of his trousers was pulled down after the button was popped. His hips bucked at the chill of the cool air in the motel, he could feel himself twitch at being exposed through the fabric of his boxers.
The phone nearly dropped at how shaky Sam’s hands were, swiping at the screen to open the camera. He tugged at his length, sliding his boxers down just enough to free his arousal from its confines. After toggling with the options, Sam finally was able to hit the record.
His head tossed back with a groan. The head of his cock leaking almost like a faucet, before he spread it up and down his shaft. Coating it in the stickiness, his hand glided down, then upwards again. The movement was repeated, each moment passing, his pace increased.
The camera still ran, but at this point, Sam didn’t even think about the camera. He was practically moaning at this point, gasping out your name as he inched closer to the edge. The words that left his lips were vulgar, sinful to the point that Sam believed he’d gladly burn in hell if it meant this.
His lips formed in a tight line, “S-Shit, please… ‘m so close. I just wanna cum, I need to. I can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop thinking about being inside your-“ He cut himself off with a strangled noise, it sounded almost like a whine.
“The way- The way your lips wrap around my cock like that… How it feels like you’re trying to- fuck, trying to swallow me deeper. You’re fucking perfect. I fucking love the way your tits bounce, fuck, and the way you moan when I twist your nipples. The way you can make me cum within seconds just being inside of your pussy… god-“ Sam let out a whimper as he spilled into his hand, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. The lower area of his stomach along with his fist was coated with his release, he couldn’t stop panting. It took him a few moments to even realize that he had recorded himself like this, recorded himself saying those things. There was no guilt he felt though. He was lost in bliss before pressing send.
It took him another few minutes to get up from the ruined sheets and go clean himself up in the motel bathroom.
The reminder that he’d be back in that room with you, after all this time he’d been pent up and frustrated with the fact he couldn’t touch you— relieved him. He’d fallen asleep so quickly that night, it seemed abnormal.
Dean came home late from the bar again, it wasn’t surprising. Sam ended up having to urge the elder to drive back as soon as the sunlight hit. It was obvious, based on the annoyance on Dean’s face as he grabbed the keys to the Impala and pulled out of the parking lot.
It was nearly a six hour drive, but it felt like an eternity for Sam. He was still worked up from last night, practically sprinting out the passenger seat to your shared motel room.
The moment the door even opened, he was on you in seconds. The urgency he held, how his hands roamed any bit of exposed skin he could find — was embarrassingly needy. When your hand found the back of his neck, you pulled him down to your height.
Sam let a moan rip from his throat, instantly melting in your grip like putty. When you pulled away from him, his lips moved down to your jaw, before your neck — sucking and biting at the flesh.
“‘m sorry, baby- I just missed you, missed this…” He managed out between the attention he lavished on your collarbone, then starting to make his way down to your chest. Your fingers pulled at his hair, stopping his actions.
“C’mon, look at me.” The stern tone in your voice snapped the boy kneeled below out of his gaze, his emerald eyes meeting your own. Your grip on his locks didn’t loosen, it’s not like he was complaining though.
“You really missed me that much, huh, Sammy? How long did it take you to clean up, hm?” Your voice sounded mocking, but there was no real malice in your tone. Sam’s mind flashed with images from the night before, he could still feel that lingering desire. Before he could even try to protest, your lips were smashed against his own within seconds. His feet stumbled until they hit the edge of the bed, which he gladly let himself fall against the sheets.
You straddled his lap, Sam’s hands ran up to steady you. His nails were digging in the skin of your hips, as if he was bracing himself. He was already aching just by the feel of your lips against his, and he knew you were aware of his predicament. Throughout this relationship with you, you could read him like an open book.
The moment you ground yourself down against the bulge in his denim, he let a strangled gasp slip. His hips bucked up against your core involuntarily, sending a heat throughout your own body.
Just looking at the boy beneath you was a sight to behold. His cheeks were flushed with a pinkish hue, his hair tousled from your digits — He was a mess.
Sam’s eyes followed yours, glazed over with lust as he stared up at you. He looked mesmerized. His eyes looked up at you as if it’d been a decade since he’d last seen you. It sure felt like it though.
“Tell me what you want, baby…” Your voice sounded so sultry, he couldn’t even respond. Just seeming in pure awe of you above him. Your voice rang out again, “Don’t go dumb on me, Sam. I know you’re not all stupid in there, right?” his lips parted as he snapped out of his daze.
He was trying — he really was. It was hard enough resisting the urge to flip the two of you so Sam could have his way, but he didn’t. His lips parted to speak, “I need- fuck, I need to fuck you. Please? I can’t wait, I just wanna feel you on me again, baby… I want to be inside you, please.” As he neared the end of that sentence, his words started to tremble. His ‘please’ sounded like a drawn out whine.
You knew Sam was vocal, but this? This was the first time he’d ever been this vocal, and you loved it. His waterline looked like he was holding back tears, threatening to cry just at the throb he felt in his jeans.
“You sound so pretty using your manners,” You cooed to him, your fingers started to unfasten his belt. Your movements were so precise, so deft. First you popped the button, and then your fingertips traced over the zipper, teasingly at first. Before Sam’s choked groan reached your ears, causing you to finally stop teasing just enough to free him from the constricting fabric of his boxers.
“Can… Can I take off your panties, please?” You smiled at the quivering voice of your boyfriend. Moving down, you brushed your lips against his. Not exactly touching him, but just enough to whisper.
“Yeah? You want to, honey?” Sam nodded, his wide eyes still pleading. He didn’t even know what he was pleading for, “Go ahead, Sammy.” He mumbled a ‘thank you’ before sliding his hands underneath the fabric of the oversized T-Shirt you wore. His breath quickened when he inched closer to your sex, his digits trembling as he reached the hem of your panties.
Sam managed to hook his fingers enough to tug down your underwear, tossing them somewhere. Once your palm met the head of his cock, Sam let out a hiss through gritted teeth.
Your thumb swiped, collecting the pre-cum that steadily leaked. He was twitching in your hand, you could feel how hard he really was. Pink lips parted below you as your hand glided up and down his shaft, Sam couldn’t say anything or do anything, except let out spews of breathy sounds of pleasure.
“Fuck, Sam… you still got some from last night for me? You’re wet like a girl, honey.” You teased, your tone was mocking like it’d been since the door opened. There wasn’t any real cruelty in your voice, but just enough to send a tinge of arousal to rush through Sam’s veins.
Sam groaned, “Baby, don’t tease- please don’t tease me… ‘s been all night. I’ve been waiting all night for you, for your pussy, baby… please.” A hum left your vocal chords.
You aligned with him, his breath already starting to quicken. Once his cock dragged through your slit, you both let out a moan at the mere contact. Sam’s fingers seemed to be digging harder into your flesh, but you weren’t focused on that.
The sound you both let out bordered on pornographic once your bodies joined. Sam struggled to keep his eyes open at the feeling of you swallowing him further into your cunt, but he did, just enough to see your face contort into pleasure.
You were speechless, “You feel so good, sweetheart. Squeezing me so tight- damnit…” The way you felt was like a fist, it was pure heaven for him.
It felt as if he was stretching you wide, you could feel every part of him. Every vein, every inch, it was euphoric. You felt so full, but in the best way possible. Sam could see how lost you were, how blissed out. His hands started to roll your hips down, waiting for your reaction to continue.
“Mmh, god yes… Keep- Keep going.” Sam’s head tossed back into the pillow, the grip on your hips giving him easier access to control your movements. You were so tight around him, it made his eyes roll back in his head.
Sam released one of his hands, taking your own to guide it down to your clit. You let out a gasp, starting to rub in tight circles against the sensitive nub. His hips started slow, moving upwards to meet your own. The tortuously small movements were driving you insane, your hips started to speed up with the weight you managed to hold.
His eyes traced up at yours, looking into your eyes for a glint of confirmation before he started to thrust upwards with a faster pace.
“Fuck, fuck… I missed you- so goddamn much, baby. Missed seeing you bounce on my dick like this, son of a-“ He cut himself off with a low moan of his own, your lips finding his again. It was messier, less coordinated than the last kisses you shared, all tongue and teeth.
Sam swallowed your moans with greed, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth he could reach. There was no use in fighting for dominance, because you were both just as impatient. The tight circles on your pearl increased, pulling a cry from your lips as Sam started to move harder.
“‘m sorry, baby… but fuck, this pussy-“ He pulled out for a split second just to flip you onto your back, guiding his tip to notch at your entrance again. He then snapped his hips, filling you to the point you thought he was deeper.
Your cries painted the skin of his neck, your lips mouthing at his pulse every now and then to try and silence your loud noises. The motel room was filled with the obscene sound of Sam’s hips roughly snapping against your own, the background noise outside the motel faded. The man was rolling his hips at a speed that almost seemed inhuman, but just enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“Sam- Sammy…” He shushed you, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your face. You were close, he knew that. He was on the brink as well. You couldn’t hold your tears back, they freely spilled down your cheeks. Sam felt himself pulse inside of you at the scene, that turned him on more than it should’ve.
“I know, honey… I know you’re close, okay? ‘m almost there, promise.” He reassured, slithering his digits down to cover your own that rested on your button. He rubbed firm, tight circles around the bundle, nearly making you scream out once more.
Sam’s hips started to stutter, his movements growing more sloppy than a moment ago. You were gushing on his cock, your mixed juices leaking out onto the cheap sheets.
“Cum, baby… Cum on my dick, yeah? Make a mess, let me feel this pretty pussy flutter, sweet girl.” The knot snapped in your tummy at that second. The broken cry you let out left no doubt that anyone next door would hear, your voice was strangled.
As you started to come down from your high, Sam hissed again. Emptying himself inside of you as he pulled out. You let out a whimper at the emptiness before Sam’s fingers pushed through your channel.
“I know- I know… just gotta get it all in there, baby. You looked so beautiful, y’know that? Taking my cum all inside like that…” Sam pressed a kiss to your thigh before gently removing his fingers from your abused hole.
Once Sam cleaned you up, he got back into the sheets with you. Letting you curl back up in his embrace, he then pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. You could feel his smile against your skin before tiredness began to take its effect.
“Did so good, so good…” His voice was so gentle and calm, cooing you straight into slumber.
well, yes!!!
there are two wolves in my asks inbox… one is sub!cas and one is dom!cas…
both wolves are winning 🐺🐺 lemme get back to my pen and ink…
yall getting a fic tonight, @arcastiel gave me motivation 🙏🏽🙏🏽
i’m holding myself to that sub!sam agenda
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
i’ve got something to say right now
OMFG NUEMANFILMS?? i forgot to follow u on this account but ur literally a micro celebrity to me stop omg ty 😭🫶
AWWW THATS SO SWEET, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH, BBY 😭💞 the amount of love i hold for you, your writing is perfection, im already hooked. you’re an angel, ily so so much
RAHHHHH i'm literally doing laps rn you're so so sweet thank you :,) YOU'RE an angel!! best moot ever i am so happy rn <3
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
i’ve got something to say right now
OMFG NUEMANFILMS?? i forgot to follow u on this account but ur literally a micro celebrity to me stop omg ty 😭🫶
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
lace-y 𐙚 (sam winchester x reader)
↳ synopsis: you were alone in the bunker with sam and having a movie night with him... while wearing a really pretty white, lace-y lingerie set and one of his oversized tees. what could go wrong!
↳word count: 2,221
↳ cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI!!), smut, fem/afab!reader, fingering, reader is e@ten out, little bit of praise (and this is my first time writing nsfw so maybe that should be its own warning!)
You pushed the door of the bunker open, letting the cold night air whip through your hair before stepping into the warmth and sighing with relief. Sam followed close behind you, closing and locking the door as you made your way down the stairs. You and him were coming back from a hunt alone, since Dean and Cas were busy with their own side mission. You didn’t mind at all- it gave you more solo time with your favorite person. As you reached the bottom of the stairwell, you tossed your bag and keys to the table, noting how your belongings nearly knocked over one of the beer bottles Dean left out. You made a mental note to clean up… tomorrow. You were too spent to do it tonight.
The two of you made your way to Sam’s room. You had your own room, of course- the bunker has, like, 84 of them after all- but you had agreed to watch some Netflix together after getting back as a little reward for your efforts. As you got into his room, you smiled. His room always felt so cozy. After he moved in, he slowly made himself at home… a couple books piled on his desk, a few posters from his favorite movies, and a whole lot of flannels on a rack that you liked to occasionally steal from. In all fairness, there’s no way he needs all of them. But there he was- shedding his Carhart jacket off just to reveal yet another flannel, this one a nice burgundy color. He threw the jacket onto a nearby armchair and watched as you did the same with yours, now in a long sleeve shirt and jeans. It wasn’t exactly the cutest outfit, but you couldn’t wear your cute outfits out on hunts where you needed to actually be able to bend over or get dirty. You did note some stains on your outfit, and you wanted nothing more then to change into something cleaner and comfier, but your PJs were all the way in your room…
“Hey Sam, do you have a shirt I could borrow?” You asked as he settled into bed, leaning against the bed frame.
“Uhhh yeah, they’re in the second drawer down, take whatever you want.” He smiled before pulling out his phone. You thanked him and went into his wooden dresser to find a shirt. He had a lot of plain white tees for layering, but when you dug a bit deeper you found some of his older stuff. You grinned when you landed on a gray Stanford shirt, and you pulled it out. Sam was tall enough where any of his shirts fit you like a dress. Without much thinking, you started tugging your own shirt off over your head right in front of him. Sam noticed it and tried not to stare- bless his heart, he really did try- but he couldn’t help but notice the lace white bra you had on. He felt his face heat up and he felt bad for staring, his eyes darting back to his phone as you pulled his oversized shirt over yourself and discarded your pants. After you were all adjusted, you climbed into the bed with him and grabbed the remote off the bedside table.
“What do you wanna watch?” You asked, already beginning to scroll through movies. You were sitting fairly close, curled up beside him with your thighs just inches away from touching his.
“Uhhh…” He trailed off, trying to compose himself.
“You’re never helpful with this, you know.” You rolled your eyes but smiled. You landed on some cheesy horror movie with a god-awful cover and clicked on it. You always found those types of horror movies ironic, given your job as a hunter. Some horribly CGI’d ghost haunting a B-list actress who runs away in heels and trips over herself like every seven seconds… sometimes it felt more like a parody movie.
“Interesting choice.” He quipped as the movie began. You laughed and looked over at him, your head resting against one of the propped up pillows.
“Hey, if you have a problem with it, then your indecisive ass can change it.” You said. He shook his head silently and leaned back a little bit more.
“No, it’s perfect.” He said. You smiled and returned your gaze to the TV as the camera slowly zoomed out on a dilapidated house in the middle of a forest. You both watched in silence, occasionally scoffing at the horrible effects and dialogue. As the movie went on, you both slowly got more comfortable. At some point, you adjusted and ended up with your right thigh touching his leg. He pretended to not notice, but when you lifted your arms to stretch about 20 minutes into the film, your (or rather, his) shirt rode up a bit and the slightest bit of lace peeked through on your inner thigh. Where there were endless comments and critiques from the two of you before, you noticed he started to go silent, and his eyes were glued to the TV like he would be stricken down on the spot if he dared to look away.
Your little comments went unnoticed, and you couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. After another 10 minutes of painful silence, you finally tugged on his arm a bit to get his attention.
His eyes flicked in your direction before returning back to the TV. “Yeah?”
“Is something up?” You asked, trying to get even a little bit of eye contact. He made a slight frown and shook his head, eyes still watching the shitty flick in front of him.
“M-m.” He hummed, hands moving to fidget with the hem of his comforter. You furrowed your brows and reached for the remote, pausing the movie.
“I don’t believe you.” You responded. He just kept staring straight, trying to think of something to say.
“Hey, can you look at me?” You asked, just a bit frustrated as he seemed to have an aversion to turning to face you.
He took a small breath before turning his head, eyes immediately darting to your bare thighs before dragging up to your face.
Oh. Oh.
“Oh uhm… Sorry.” You said sheepishly, now embarrassed. You tried to move your hand to pull the shirt down, but his hand caught yours. You looked up to him in confusion.
He held it there wordlessly, and you could see something change in his eyes. Where he was avoidant and cold before, there was a sort of glint in his pupils, and his attention couldn’t be further away from the TV now. You felt your face flush, and you bit the inside of your cheek, attempting to make the tension dissipate. You saw him glance at your cherry glossed lips, and you almost laughed because he obviously wanted to make a move but was stuck like a deer in headlights.
You moved in slowly until your lips connected, feeling him nearly jolt at the contact. You lingered there for a few seconds before pulling back.
“Is this okay?” You asked quietly, making sure he was comfortable. He nodded slowly, and this time he leaned forward, connecting your lips again. His hand that once had an iron grip on yours now moved to your cheek, holding you gently in place. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as his calloused hand moved across your jaw. You’re not sure why you decided to go with the white lace lingerie this morning, but you’re so grateful you did- it saved you from a whole lot more of silent pining. The kiss deepened, and as it got more passionate you slowly moved so that you were straddling his lap, never breaking your connection. His hand dropped from your face and as you pulled away you saw him go still, feeling him harden beneath you.
It wasn’t that he was ravenous... but there was a sudden sense of desperation as he kissed you again on the lips, and you couldn’t help slowly grinding across his middle. He let out a soft groan before his lips slowly moved to your jaw, then your neck. That shy boy from just seconds ago was gone. You threw your head back a bit, giving him more access. He moved his lips all around your neck, occasionally sucking on your sensitive skin. You felt every sense heighten- his mouth marking your neck, the friction between your thin panties and thick denim, his rough fingers starting to pull at the material of your shirt…
Speaking of which, he lifted the shirt over your head, quickly breaking away from your neck to pull the fabric over your face. As he threw the shirt behind you, his eyes roamed over your body. He could finally see the full set of thin lace white lingerie adorned with small satin bows, the underwear riding up your sides as your legs straddled his. His racing thoughts stilled, and he just sat there looking at you like if he moved, he’d lose his perfect view. When you shifted forward a bit, his trance was broken, and the sensation caused him to immediately attach his lips back on to yours. Your small whimpers fueled his hunger, and he gently pushed forwards, sending you backwards so that your head was hitting the mattress behind you. He was now hovering over you, still kissing you and softly pulling at your glossy lips with his teeth. His lips moved slowly down your face, onto your neck where he kissed a few of his marks from earlier, across your chest between your cupped breasts, down your tummy and ghosting just above where your underwear covered you. You looked down to see his face just above your core, looking into your eyes with caution, silently asking for permission. Your short nod was all he needed, and he gently looped his fingers around the waistband and pulled the panties off and down your legs. You felt your heart race when he gently pushed your soft thighs apart, baring yourself in a way that might have felt embarrassing if he wasn’t practically drooling at the sight.
He ignored his urges and started slowly, kissing up your plush thigh. The sensation of him just inches away from where you needed him most, blended with his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin was driving you crazy. You needed something, now.
“Sam..” You whimpered, voice shaking with anticipation.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” He looked up with lust-blown eyes, cheek resting on your left thigh.
“Please…” You begged weakly, squirming a bit.
You didn’t have to voice what you wanted. He smiled sweetly at you before moving to your core, gently pushing his tongue past your folds. You gasped and your hands clumsily fumbled around the sheets until they landed on the back of his head, fingers hooking into his soft hair. He lapped at your clit, and you wondered how the hell his brother got all the credit for being a “pussy magnet” when he was eating you out like a damn professional. His breath fanned over your hot, wet core, causing you to grip his chestnut hair tighter. He groaned, causing vibrations that only added to your intense pleasure.
“Fuck…” You hissed, hips slightly rolling. One of the hands that was currently holding your thighs apart slowly moved upward towards your waist in an attempt to keep you (relatively) in place. His tongue, slick with your arousal, was driving you crazy, and your soft moans and whimpers made him work even faster until you were nearing the edge.
Then you felt one of his hands trail up your thigh, and two long fingers gently prodded at your entrance. You gasped at the feeling as they gathered arousal and slipped effortlessly inside you, his tongue still working at your puffy clit. You were blissed out, softly moaning his name as he worked his impossibly long fingers in and out of you. Your breaths got short and your hips rutted up, and he knew you were close. He pulled his mouth off your core, but kept his fingers at a steady pace, looking up at you for the first time in a while as your hand dropped off the back of his head and onto his shoulder, gripping for dear life.
“That’s it pretty girl, I got you.” He praised, using his free hand to rub gentle circles into your waist. As his pace quickened, you whined his name and felt the pressure in your lower half snap, moaning as you climaxed. Your eyes shut closed, and your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He slowly pulled his fingers out as you were still coming down, and the hand that wasn’t coated in slick was reaching up to brush your hair out of your face.
“You okay hon?” He asked, climbing up to kiss you on the forehead. Your face was completely flush, and your hair was a bit of a mess from writhing around on the pillow. You looked up into his eyes and smiled at his gentleness, and you nodded slowly.
“Felt really good..” You mumbled, still somewhat incoherent as you recovered. He smiled back and kissed you gently.
“You look so cute in white, you know…”
↳ a/n: hiii! this is my first time writing nsfw so please be gentle w me :,) i have no idea what i'm doing even though my tumblr history would say otherwise... anyways i have a bit of free time between now and finals- send requests! thank u for reading lovelies <3
cowgirl ☆ (dean winchester x reader
↳ synopsis: you ride the mechanical bull at some texas dive bar, and dean really can't keep his mind out of the gutter...
↳word count: 2,052
↳cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI!!), smut, fem/afab reader, oral sex (f recieving), p in v (wrap it up!!!), cowgirl (duh..), a bit of sub dean if you squint, not proof read!
You were about five shots in at a little dive bar in Texas, slamming the shot glass down onto the sticky dark oak counter as Dean followed behind you. The place was crowded- it was a Friday night, after all. The room smelled like booze and old leather, and the walls were a deep red, littered with little photos and mementos… an old acoustic guitar, a framed picture of a longhorn, an old Budweiser sign- the works. Whatever shyness you had was left at the door, and with all the booze starting to hit your system, you felt like you could do anything. That’s when your eyes landed on a faux bull in the middle of the dimly lit room, surrounded by blue padded foam and a ring. You smiled and pointed at it, trying to get Dean to follow.
“I wanna ride it.” You said.
“Are you sure about that, sweetheart? You’ve had a few.” Dean chuckled, currently sipping on a whiskey.
“Mhm.” You nodded before hopping off the barstool, dotting your way around the crowded bar before you made it to the bullpen. Dean was frankly shocked you went for it so quickly, and tried to follow you, pushing through a few people in the process.
You threw a leg clumsily over the elastic cord separating the bullpen and the hardwood floor, stumbling over the soft foam before grasping onto the robotic bull. Suddenly a man appeared behind you- hell, maybe he was there the whole time- and tapped your shoulder.
“You sober enough to be doing this, missus?” He asked with a southern drawl. He had a jean jacket on and a cowboy hat, and you gave him the kindest smile you could summon.
“Yes sir, promise!” You grinned, swinging your leg over the bull and mounting it. You playfully grabbed his cowboy hat and put it on your head. The man just laughed and shook his head, too spent to fight it. You looked around for Dean, who was now leaning on the cord with his arms folded over the strong material, smirking at you. In his head, he was making a bet with himself that you’d last 10 seconds tops.
“Alrighty, just hang tight…” The man ducked out of the ring and grabbed what you assumed to be the controller. He pressed a button and the bull, big and black, started moving.
You laughed and gripped onto the saddle mount, trying to remember everything from those old western flicks Dean loved to watch back home. You lifted your hips, back arching as you tried to remain as steady as possible while the bull lurched forward. Your thighs squeezed tightly around the machinery, your hold on the peg in front of you steady. You kept giggling to yourself, looking back at Dean with a wild grin on your face. He smiled back, nodding his head in approval. If he was being honest, all he could focus on was the way your hips rolled and your hair bounced on your collarbone, done up into two cute braided pigtails. You were wearing his flannel and a lacy white tank top underneath, that showed just enough.
A crowd slowly emerged around the pen, with people holding drinks and cheering you on as you passed the thirty second mark. The bull started moving more rapidly, and your thighs gripped the beast tighter, while the upper half of your torso moved freely as to dodge the sharp movements. You whooped and hollered, freeing one arm from the mount to grab on to your (stolen) cowboy hat and tip it to the crowd before waving it frantically in the air. You could hear Dean clapping for you, cheering your name as you made it past a minute. You looked over to him as he watched you, both enamored and proud, and you smiled back. You put the hat back on your head and watched as a few of the patrons of the bar joined in on the cheering. The bull was getting quicker and more frantic, bucking you around all over the place. You tried your best, but your grip loosened and your thighs started spazzing out, losing their hold around the animal. You let out one last cheer before getting thrown off the bull, landing with a gentle thud on the plush padding beneath you. You laughed as the people around you clapped, including the operator. He retrieved his hat, which had fallen off your head when you fell, and gave you a firm handshake and a “well done” after you pulled yourself back up. You felt a bit dizzy, and looked around for Dean, who was now ducking below the cord and offering you a sturdy hand to pull yourself up by.
You smiled warmly at him before taking it, allowing him to pull you out of the ring. He dropped your hand but quickly went in for a kiss, pecking you on the lips before giving your shoulder an approving pat.
“You’re a damn professional, babe.” He said.
“Aw, shucks…” You smiled sheepishly, dusting your knees off before taking his hand as the two of you walked out of the bar and out the door, feeling the humid night air hit your faces as you stepped out into the warm darkness. You both headed for the Impala before driving back to the motel you were holed up in during the hunt.
-
The second you made it through the door, Dean was all over you. He was holding you tight, pulling in before kissing you. You laughed, pulling away after his third kiss.
“Someone’s ancy, huh?” You cocked a brow, noting how his green eyes scanned all over your body while he held you close.
“Can’t help it. It was hot.” He mumbled lowly, placing a hand on the small of your back.
“What, how good I was on the bull?” You asked.
“M-hm…” He hummed, the hand on your lower back inching lower and lower until it fell over the curve of your ass.
“You’re such a horndog…” You smirked and rolled your eyes, but leaned into his touch. He slowly walked you backward until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell backward, allowing him to climb over you until he was hovering above your face, his eyes obsessively roaming over you. He lowered his face down to yours and kissed you again, this time hungrier and more desperate. He slowly moved across your jaw, then down to your exposed neck and collarbone. You moaned softly as he sucked on your neck, his hands wandering down to the flannel around you and pulling at the fabric until it came off, taking his lips off you momentarily so he could pull your arms out of the sleeves. While you were still lifted a bit off the bed, he pulled the white tank off carefully over your head, leaving you in a white silky bra and low rise blue jeans. He also took that time to throw off his own shirt, and you had about two seconds to admire his built chest before he was back on your neck. He kissed and sucked and bit, making you whimper and reach up to clutch his short hair. He snaked his hands underneath your back and fiddled with the clasps of your bra until he successfully undid them, pulling the straps down and revealing your breasts.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful…” He murmured from your neck, slowly tracing his lips down the valley of your chest between your tits. His hands reached up to feel the soft, supple skin, calloused fingers occasionally pinching your nipples and rolling over the sensitive buds. You let out small whimpers that made him harden beneath you, bucking his hips into the mattress as he worked his way down your stomach. His occupied hands left your chest and wandered down to the waistline of your jeans, gently pushing them down your thighs and, with one swift tug, off your legs. He threw them to the side, focusing on the lace panties you had on. He practically groaned at the site of a wet spot in the middle, where you were worked up. He looked up to your yearning eyes for permission before you feverishly nodded your head in approval. You watched him pull at the thin fabric until you were left completely bare.
He wasted no time connecting himself to your core, tongue lapping at your clip. You moaned, hands practically flying to his short locks to stabilize yourself. He had to admit, you pulling on his hair and moaning so sweetly shortened his patience a bit. He was skillfully working your body, sucking and licking in all the right spots between your folds, hands moving to grasp your hips, keeping you pinned in one spot. You couldn’t help but roll them, though, pleasure coming in waves as he hit your sensitive bud over and over again.
“D-Dean…” You moaned, eyes squeezing shut as you felt yourself nearing the edge. Without you finishing your sentence, he knew, and his unrelenting tongue carried you to your (quick) release. You shuttered, feeling your body tremble and thighs quiver as you came down, his face pulling away from you to reveal his stubble covered in slick. He smiled in a way that was downright devious, so smug that he knew how quickly he could make you come undone. Giving you time to recover, he pulled his pants off, allowing the denim to pool at his ankles before kicking them off, then releasing himself from his boxers. Your mouth all but watered at the sight of his cock, already pink and slightly glazed with precum. He pumped himself a few times before positing himself at your entrance, emerald eyes locking with yours with eager, but gentle, anticipation.
“Breathe in for me, pretty girl.” He said, giving you time to collect your breath before pushing in. You whined, feeling him slowly fill you as to let you get used to the feeling. As his hips slowly pulled in and out, each movement turning pain into pleasure, you reached to grip his strong arms. He groaned lowly, feeling you tighten around him, his thrusts beginning to pick up the pace.
“D…Dean..” You moaned, shakily tapping your finger against his arm.
His thrusts slowed slightly as he cautiously responded, “Yeah, baby?”
“Switch w’me.” You requested, an idea forming. He gave you a bit of a skeptical look, before pulling out and lying down beside you, a bit frustrated from the sudden separation.
You climbed over him, and his eyes suddenly lit up as realization hit him all at once. You straddled his bare lap, hovering over his cock. Your hands felt up his toned chest, nails dragging across it slightly as you admired how handsome he looked under you. He fucking whimpered, which drove you crazy and reminded you why exactly you decided to take the lead. Your hands wandered back down to his dick, lining it up with your entrance before you slowly lowered yourself down on him. You and him both moaned at the feeling of being inside each other again, your hips rolling. Your eyelids fluttered shut, allowing yourself to focus on movement rather than giving in to the urge to collapse his broad chest. You slowly lifted your hips up, then down, then up, until you were in a steady rhythm of bouncing on his cock. He moaned, hands gripping your waist softly and helping guide you up and down. You whimpered and whined at the feeling of his length pumping in and out of you, your core strength starting to falter as you felt yourself getting closer.
“I’m… fuck…” You could barely get a word out, breaths getting shallower and shallower as you focused on chasing your release.
“Cum for me, babe…” He mumbled slowly, feeling himself also getting close as your walls tightened around him. You did, almost immediately collapsing on top of him, head falling to his collar as you faltered around him. Feeling you squeeze around his length, he came, hands grasping around your back as you laid on top of him. You smiled, feeling his rough palms slowly start to rub soothing circles on your back as you both recovered.
“My pretty cowgirl…”
↳a/n: my writers block is SO BAD :( i promise i will try to get to all my requests asap! this was in fact not a request but like... something possessed me and i needed to finish this draft. thinking so much about dean rn... ughhhh
late night hits ✩ (sam winchester x reader)
↳synopsis: you came back from a hunt with the winchesters but couldn't get to sleep, so you decided to smoke to ease your mind. sam joined you.
↳word count: 2,340
↳ cw: smoking w33d and sharing a bed! just kinda that tbh
↳a/n: first fic on this account! <3
You were just coming back from a particularly hard vampire hunt, and you were fucking exhausted. As you drudged up the stairs of the motel, shoulders barely able to hold up the straps of your bag, you groaned. Dean laughed, as if his ass wasn’t beat just as bad.
“That bad, y/n?”
You couldn’t do much else but grumble in response and keep trudging forward, hobbling down the upper deck until the three of you reached the room. Dean used the key, freshly picked up from a particularly pissy receptionist, and unlocked the door. You were so tired of sharing a dingy motel room with two boys, but at the moment you were too out of it to care. You wanted nothing more than to take a shower and go to bed, immediately dropping your things the second you got through the door and slumping down to kick off your boots.
“You know, that might work better if you actually untie the laces…” Sam quipped, undoing his own.
“Bite me.” You responded, managing to (painfully) shimmy out of the heavy shoes. Dean, as he tended to do when he was feeling especially diva-like, took a whole bed to himself. For once, you didn’t feel like fighting him on it- especially not when he immediately stripped down to his boxers and jumped into the bed.
You looked at Sam and shrugged. It wasn’t the first time you had shared a bed, and nothing weird ever came of it. You rifled through your bag for a bit before landing on your toiletries and PJs. You took both into the bathroom, getting ready for bed. As you stepped into the shower, a murky beige color with…questionable…stains adoring the tile, you felt the hot water hit your skin and wash away all the dirt and blood from the hunt. The more you hunted, the more you got used to the look of scars and scrapes on your own body. You ran body wash over your skin and washed your face, finally feeling the weight of the day lift off your body as you cleaned up. You stepped out and wrapped one of the paper-y feeling white towels around your body before sliding into your soft pjs. You brushed your teeth, looking at yourself in the mirror and noticing the bags under your eyes… you really needed to sleep.
You spat out the last of your toothpaste, rinsed your mouth out and put your brush back down on the counter. You lazily slapped the light off before stepping out, already hearing Deans loud snores from his bed. You looked to Sam, who had changed and had his laptop propped in his lap as he sat up against the headboard on your shared bed.
“She’s all yours.” You said, making your way to the bed. Sam’s eyes looked up from his research and looked at you, lingering for just a bit too long before he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and hopped off.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, taking some of his own toiletries before switching out with you.
You had an unspoken agreement where you got to shower first (you HATED how gross you felt after hunts), and Sam would go after, insisting you could turn the lights off and go to bed without waiting up on him. Sometimes to be nice you’d wait for him to get out, but tonight you just wanted to lay down, so you quickly reached over to his side of the bed and turned the light out from the bedside table, letting the darkness and consistent drone of Deans snoring absorb your senses. You could hear the light sound of water hitting the tile from the bathroom from behind the door, and you tried to let that pull you to sleep. Ten minutes passed and you were still wide awake. Sam stepped out of the bathroom, newly cleaned and changed into his pjs. He assumed you were asleep and tried to crawl into bed as quietly and gently as he could, and a part of you felt grateful for his consideration despite your restlessness. You felt him shift on the other end, doing his best to give you as much distance as possible. The stiff, pressed sheets pulled up against your body as he got settled, and you tried your best to ignore the cold feeling creeping up your back from the blasting AC. Another ten minutes went by… then another…. and then another, and you started to feel like you were never going to get sleep. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel so exhausted but so incapable of getting rest.
When you couldn’t stand it anymore, you remembered something you left in your bag. As silently as you could, you slowly stood up and pulled yourself out of bed, hissing at the feeling of the cold air on your now bare skin. As you slowly made your way to your open bag, you dug around blindly until you felt a small, thin object. You grabbed your jacket and room key from near the door and, as gently as you could, pulled and turned the handle. You quickly glanced back to make sure the boys were sleeping, and then stepped outside, closing the door behind you. You walked forward a bit before hitting the railing of the motel balcony, overlooking the parking lot and shitty neon sign that was missing over half the letters. One of these days, you really gotta bitch Dean out for nesting you up in these 1-star prisons. You pulled your pen up to your lips, inhaling slowly and allowing the smoke to enter your lungs. You held it for a moment, then exhaled, watching as the smoke drifted lazily out of your open lips. You were in Texas, at least you were pretty sure, so the nighttime air felt warm against your skin. You could hear the sound of relentlessly loud cicadas chirping from nearby, and somewhere ahead you could hear traffic from an overpass. For a few minutes you stood there, taking small hits and trying to clear your mind from your racing thoughts. A part of you was still on edge after the day's activities.
You heard a soft click before the door behind you creaked open, and you glanced behind your shoulder. Sam stood outside the doorway in his sweatpants and gray sleep shirt, looking at you with a hazy expression.
“Y/N, what are you doing out here?”
You flipped around to face him, trying to conceal the pen behind your back. “Nothing.”
Sam laughed before cocking a brow. “Oh, I don't smell nothing.”
You gave him a puzzled look back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hey, I’m not going to judge you… Just ‘cos I went to law school doesn’t mean you’re in trouble.” He smiled, stepping towards you a bit and away from the shut door. You felt your face go red, somehow embarrassed by the situation.
“Listen…” You pulled the pen from behind your back, now coaxed out of hiding. “I couldn’t sleep, and this helps sometimes.”
“Mhm…” Sam teased sarcastically. You just rolled your eyes before attempting to slide the device back into your pocket, but Sam held his hand out. “Like I said, you’re not in trouble. By all means…” He walked up beside you, leaning his waist against the railing and looking out into the parking lot, a slight smile on his face.
You shot him another skeptical look, but then turned to face the same way, taking another inhale. As you blew smoke out, Sam watched and studied the way it poured out of your mouth, some of it drifting his direction.
“You can’t tell Dean,” You said, looking up to the other. “He’ll never leave me alone about it.”
Sam smirked. “Can’t tell Dean what? Our little passenger princess is a stoner? I’m sure he’d be just as shocked as me.”
“Sam! I mean it…” You said, angrily fidgeting with the hem of your jacket.
“Hey, hey, I know…” He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not going to tell him.”
You nodded, and the two of you fell into silence. You both listened to the drone of the AC unit and the distant sounds of cars and bugs, the comfort of one another’s presence enough to allow the background noise to flood in for a bit. You took another hit and exhaled before hesitantly holding the pen up to him, looking into his curious eyes.
“For me?” He asked skeptically. You rolled your eyes before nodding. He seemed to think for a moment before taking the pen into his fingers and lifting it to his lips. He took a long inhale, allowing the vapor to fill his lungs before squeezing it back out.
“Now who’s the stoner?” You asked with a smirk.
“Not me… I haven’t had this stuff in years. You on the other hand…” He took another inhale. “You sneak out and smoke a lot? Hm?”
You shrugged as he took another hit. “Not a lot…”
He gave you a fraction of a look with a quirked brow, the kind of look that you had grown to understand meant, Really? He didn’t push you on it, though. You both sat in silence for quite a bit, passing the pen back and forth. The quiet would normally be uncomfortable, but you and Sam had grown close enough where conversation never felt forced. As he passed it back from his fifth hit, he looked into your eyes and laughed a bit.
“What’s so funny, hm?” You asked, taking one last hit before pocketing the device.
“You’re a lightweight.” He said, slightly cocky.
“Am not!” You retorted.
“Uh, are too.” He laughed. “Your pupils are dilated, and your face got all pink.”
“You’re so full of shit.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but you knew he was right. You knew exactly your own tells, and you could feel the high creeping up on you.
“Oh yeah?” He pulled out his phone and put it up to your face. He took a photo and clicked on it, laughing to himself. You peered over his screen to see your own face, caught off guard in a half smile with flushed cheeks and heavily lidded eyes. You were nearly taken back by how incredibly noticeable it was.
“Oh…. yeah.” You said sheepishly, watching as he got his kicks out of how out of it you were. You watched his fingers slide across the screen and you grabbed his bare wrist. “Do NOT send that to the group chat.”
“Awe, man.” He said, but pocketed his phone, respecting your wishes. “You’re no fun.”
“If Cas knew… actually, wait… If Cas knew that might be kinda funny. Can angels get high?”
Sam chuckled, tilting his head and looking down on you. “I get the feeling the lore won’t have an answer to that question.”
“Probably not… maybe one day we can try it. Just, uhm, don’t tell them right now. I feel like they’ll be, like, disappointed parents.” You said, pulling at the end of your jacket sleeves as you gently swayed. The more it kicked in, the more you wanted to lay down and try to sleep again. You could see it in his eyes, too, as they got heavier and his gaze directed at you became more hazy.
“I think you worry too much.” He smiled.
“Yeah, probably…” You said, staring down at your feet like they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Your limbs felt so heavy.
“You tired now?” He asked, smiling to himself as you nearly fell asleep standing up, blinks growing slower and heavier.
“Maybe a little…”
“Let’s get you to bed.” He guided you back towards the door, hand gently hovering over the small of your back.
“I’m not a kid you know, I can get myself to bed.” You said, yet smiled as he held the door for you. Your voices fell into whispers once Dean fell into view, sprawled out on his own bed.
“I know you can.” He whispered. “But you have to admit, you were about 20 seconds away from falling asleep standing up.”
You rolled your eyes, but as you shrugged off your coat onto the floor and your back hit the sheets, you almost didn’t stay awake enough to respond.
“Nuh uh…” Was the best you could muster as he crawled in beside you. You both fell into silence for a few moments before you felt a chill run through your body. If it was cold before, it was frigid now. Every sense was heightened, and it felt like your limbs were about to go numb. The paper thin motel sheets didn’t do a thing to retain heat, and you kept your arms wrapped around yourself to try to warm up. You involuntarily started inching towards Sam, whose back was facing you as he laid on his side. You tried to ignore it, but when yet another chill jolted your body you couldn’t take it.
“Sam…?” You whispered so quietly, you barely registered your own voice.
“Mhm?” He mumbled, now turning to face you. You suddenly felt embarrassed, even with your judgment clouded by the high.
“‘M cold..” You mumbled back. He sleepily smiled and opened his arms up, scooting towards you and wrapping them around you. Maybe it was both of your clouded judgements, but neither of you felt uncomfortable in the embrace. His arms and broad shoulders pulled you in, and your face fell to his chest. You could smell the cheap pine soap he used, and the feeling of his warmth could have knocked you out in seconds. You felt his hands lightly brush through the back of your hair, and you wouldn’t admit it but you loved the feeling.
“Thanks…” You mumbled against his chest. You felt him hum back in response, just seconds away from falling asleep. You smiled contently and, finally feeling comfortable, you rested.
↳ a/n: hiii! i randomly got back into writing one shots again so forgive me if i'm rusty lol... but anyways if anyone sees this pleaseeee send me prompts and stuff! thank uuu :)
also i really wanted to use this gif cos it reminds me of the w33d coughs so i'm leaving it here as a parting gift lmao
