#hooker!sam

[sweetaspiesammy]

“You lookin’ for a date tonight?”

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Hey, it’s Star Wars Anon here! So I hope I’m not bothering you or your followers with this lol but oh my gosh what if Sam was a hooker in the Star Wars galaxy? As in, at a dirty cantina, on Tatooine, aliens and humans alike talk of a leather clad, strong, gorgeous man whore. Sam’s been fucked by Wookiee’s, crime bosses, Jedi, and smugglers alike (plus the rumor that Sam is a fav of Jabba the Hutt). Tatooine may be run by criminals, but it’s Sam’s world - he’s got them all on a string ;)

Hey there, my wonderful Star Wars anon!! 💕💕 You are NEVER bothering me, babe!! 💕💕

I always L O V E hearing your deliciously filthy ideas. 😏🔥

Ah!! Yes!! Hooker!Sam in general is A++++ but this, my friend t h i s is GOLD. Especially Sammy having all those sleazy criminals wrapped around his cute little finger. 👌

OhmyGod! I just watched Solo the other day and I'm LIVING for the idea of hooker!Sam and Lando running scams together. 🔥 And of course, trying to fight their feelings for one another.

Like, Sammy seduces their marks before Lando cheats them out of their valuables. And after they've made a profit, Lando never passes up the opportunity to fuck the memory of his latest John's touch right out of Sam's pretty little mind. All the while pretending what they have is just a "business" relationship. 💋 Mainly because he knows Sam is far too dangerous to fall for. So he lies to himself and says that he hasn't.

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

Dean looks like he is paying for a night with Sam here.

Sam is Dean's pretty little boy and Dean is going to show him a good time 😏.

[kansaskissedlips]

Well, now I’m picturing Sam giving it up for a demon just so he can have a small drop of blood. 

And - - oh, boy. He’s never been more ashamed of himself. He’s never even...done this before. With a man. 

He just keeps thinking - as his face is pressed into the dirty mattress - that the blood he’s gonna get will make him stronger. That he’ll be able to defeat Lilith.

And no one can take Dean from him ever again.

[awabubbles]

V I C E  ch 18

“You understand, now, why we can never be apart?” Dean’s voice is distorted, calling out from the bottom of a deep pit. Sam strains to hear it, hungry, desperate. “Love is for other people, Sammy. A thin string tying you to a child and a mortgage. But...us. We’re more. We’re connected. Like a parasite to its host.”

thanks to my beta @whalesandfails for helping with this chapter.

[awabubbles]

VICE ch 16

His lover has lost weight since their drug-fueled binge across two states began. Dean’s favorite leather jacket hangs off of his skeleton frame like an old skin he refuses to shed. His face has become sallow, and pale. His arms and legs are wiry and gaunt. The strong, indestructible man Sam fell in love with is withering away under the heat of the howling demon that lives inside of him. Sam always knew the demon was there, loves Dean because of it: the only thing Sam finds that can tame his own wild impulses. The human side of Dean, however, is slowly being burned away. Sam is sleeping with the ashes of what’s left over, and one day he knows he’ll wake up to find Dean is no longer there, that only his demon remains.

[kansaskissedlips]

Also...you think blood junkie Sam sold himself to demons for blood?

*sips coffee very slowly - then whispers*

Absolutely.

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Okay okay. What about trucker! dean? He's been on the road for months, bone tired and hungry when he pulls into the truck stop diner. He grunts out his order, keeping it simple, because he just wants to get back to his hotel room. When he leaves, he sees this beautiful creature standing to the side of the building. (Its hooker!Sam?) Its a young boy, all lanky limbs and dimpled cheeks and God, dean can't stop looking. (I love you with my whole heart ❤)

Ohmy...*clutches my pearls* How did I not know that I needed trucker!Dean and hooker!Sam until just now?!

Normally, Dean would've never even looked twice. He's got a code, you see. No cash for ass.

But lately he's had an itch that he just can't seem to scratch. Life on the road was starting to get to him.

He was touch starved and lonely, and God, was that pretty, doe-eyed dream of a boy exactly what he'd been craving.

"You need a ride, sweetheart?"

The boy turns to look at him with a wicked grin. He's a cocky little shit, Dean can already tell.

Good. That would just make it ten times more satisfying to see him break.

"Do you, sweetheart?" Sam spits back sarcastically, words sharp as the crack of a whip.

"Hey. I do I look like someone you should be talking back to, little boy?" Dean growls as he grabs Sam roughly by the chin.

He can tell by the dumbfounded look on the boy's face that none of his johns have ever taken charge. But if that shaky little breath and those lust blown pupils are any indication, Dean would say that he's pretty damn into it.

"No, sir."

Mm, a quick learner. Dean could definitely work with that.

"Good boy. Now, I believe the proper response is yes sir and thank you for offering."

Sam shivers at the feeling of a rough thumb brushing across his bottom lip, looking up helplessly into a sea of never-ending green.

"Yes, sir. I need a ride," he repeats softly, bright eyes shining with innocence. "Thank you for offering." He nips at the pad of Dean's thumb playfully, eliciting a filthy choked off groan.

Dean can't wait to see what all sorts of dirty things that pretty mouth can do. To force feed this stunning little creature his cock and watch those gorgeous eyes fill up with tears.

"C'mon then, sweetheart."

Dean holds out his hand, the boy taking it willingly.

"Where are we going...sir?" Even when he's playing coy, Sam sounds like an arrogant little slut. And Dean loves to hate how it goes straight to his dick.

"Somewhere that I can teach you a lesson about running off at the mouth, little boy."

(I love you to the moon and back, my sweet girl! Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful ideas with me. 💋)