vader ❥

𐙚 Sweetie Sammy making sure you're tucked in at night and sleeping soundly. he turns off your lamp next to the bed cause he knows you can't fall asleep in the dark. if you look like you're too cold he'll add another blanket on top of you, careful not to wake you from your slumber.

𐙚 Sweetie Sammy always paying for your food and drinks. he doesn't want you spending a dime on him when he can take care of you. even if he's only got enough money to get a meal for one he'd rather you eat to keep up your strength, but he will of course take up your offer on sharing your fries.

𐙚 Sweetie Sammy who always remembers dates, special occasions and holidays that mean the most tp you. making a point to always get you a gift and find a way to make or memorable. he knows how hard the holidays are being away from family and friends bit it's worth it when it's with him.

𐙚 Sweetie Sammy who whispers sweet nothings in your ear when you're cuddled up to him, head resting on his chest as it rises and falls deeply with each breath he takes. his heartbeat steady and calm while he holds you in his arms and tells you how much you mean to him and everything he loves about you.

𐙚 Sweetie Sammy who can't help but adore how you do random little things. when you wrap yourself up like a burrito on cold nights, or find some way to bump into everything when you're running to tell him something exciting.

𐙚 dean took a while to really accept it, like really accept it. all he knew was that there's a monster, you kill it and move on. he felt the same with you in the beginning. had it not been for sam, dean would have put you down the second he had the chance.

𐙚 but when dean started to come around and realize that you were as careful as you could be about it. making sure you lock yourself up in an abandoned warehouse every lunar cycle. chaining yourself up like some prisoner.

𐙚 the first lunar cycle with dean, he stayed the whole night. not in sight, he saw around a corner somewhere and kept watch over you as you snarled and drooled with furosity. he always kept his gun loaded just in case though. you understood how he felt during those times, that it was for his safety and the safety of others too.

𐙚 when the sun began to rise and you had calmed down to the point you were quiet, dean say with lazy eyes trying his best to stay awake. when he couldn't hear you anymore, he leaned around the corner, seeing you passed out on the concrete. nude and curled into a fetus position, claws and teeth gone but the wounds remained.

𐙚 he moved carefully from his spot, careful not to wake you just in case there was a small chance you hadn't fully come back yet. he stood above you briefly, seeing you peacefully sound asleep, your hair covering your face and skin glowing with fresh scratches and gashes.

𐙚 he crouched down, placing a gentle hand on you to wake you up. shaking your arm a little and seeing you stir awake.

𐙚 "hey, it's over. sun is up." "huh? oh. was everything okay?" "yeah, you handled yourself well. gotta say, I wasn't so sure at first but I think you've got this down pat for yourself."

𐙚 dean slips off his jacket to wrap around your shoulders as he pulls you from the floor, arms places around you carefully as he helps you move out the doors and to the impala to get you settled in. he's got a duffle with his clothes in it, offering you a tee and some pants to slip on for the mean time so you feel less exposed.

𐙚 dean eventually decides to move these entertaining nights to the bunker, chaining you up in a secured room with a bed and always a change of clothes. he installs cameras to keep watch over you through the night and make sure you're not a danger.

𐙚 despite it going against his every belief, he's somewhat fond of you. and when you guys start falling for each other, he can't help but be a little smug about it.

𐙚 "dude, I'm dating a werewolf." "yeah you think it's all fun and games now until mating season." "uh, until what season?" "mating season dean, at the end of the day she's part animal too. there's always going to be a cycle of her having a high sex drive and looking to breed." "so, you're saying..." "you're going to have to...you know...help her through that."

𐙚 dean during mating season was unhinged to say the least, he could be as rough as he wanted and you matched that energy. sam had to find a new place to go study after the first time lasted 9 hours and he could barely even focus on what he was doing with all the crashing and screaming going on.

𐙚 dean loves mating season, pushing your head down flush into the mattress while snapping his hips into your ass as he fucks you doggy. he swears you're almost howling while he does it too. his fingers intertwine in your hair, pulling on it while he uses the other to steady himself on your hip. the sounds of skin slapping over and over again echo through the whole bunker.

𐙚 "fuuuck-thatsa' good girl. take it all. God you look so good taking my cock. think you can handle more?" "more?" "yeah baby, I got something I've been dying to try." without another second he's sucking his thumb gently and running his saliva coated digit over your rim, careful not to shock you. he'll press softly against the tight whole, slowly dipping the tip of his thumb in as he watched you stretch around it.

dean's pulled up a chair, pointing to it sternly.

"sit." he demands, looking you dead in the eye. he turns to sam, seeing him trying his best to look anymore but at you. sam pulls a chair up for himself, sitting across the way from you without as so much giving you a look.

"now what was this stupid fight so bad about that you two had to start throwing hit at one another?" dean said looking between the two of you like a pissed off father. neither of you spoke, each looking at a different wall and trying not to make eye contact with each other.

"oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize that my questions are rhetorical. someone, start talking." that's when sam finally looked at you, seeing the way you clutched at your arm where he had grabbed hold of you a little too tightly. your breaths shaky and unsteady as you tried to recover from the impact.

"things just got too heated, and we both just snapped. I didn't-" sam paused, careful to tread lightly around his wrong doing.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, we both just got caught up. she threw a few punches and I just lost control of myself." dean looked at you with disappointment all over his face, lips pursed as he ran a hand over his features.

"honestly, I don't know what has gotten into you two. the fighting? it's gotten out of hand, and I'm not going to let this sit and stew again for the next time you both decide to try and kill each other. so, you're both gonna sit here and talk to each other like the grown ass adults you both are and start acting like it." you knew dean was going to do this, he always did. trying to parent the both of you like it was up to him to dictate how you and sam handled your disagreements.

you sat there for a minute, clutching the hem of your shirt to anchor yourself. knuckled burning white from how tight you gripped the fabric. you stood to your feet, walking directly past dean and sam and heading for your room. before you could successfully get to the corridor you heard dean's voice pipe up.

"so what, you're just gonna walk away?" dean's question frustrated you, his tone of voice came across at a straight attack on you. you stopped in your tracks, hands balled into fists by your sides as you turned on your heel to face the both of them.

"I have nothing to say." you kept your voice as calm as you could, but you'd be lying if you said there wasn't an attitude hidden under it.

"last time I checked we don't just check out of disagreements." dean said, taking a few steps towards you and tilting his head slightly at you. you let out a dry scoff at his choice of words, like they meant something.

"that's rich." you muttered under your breath, looking over the interior of the bunker library you all seemed to stay gathered in.

"what?" dean asked, confusion evident in his tone and all over his face. your eyes met sam's for a brief moment before turning you focus back to dean.

"nothing." you said, shaking your head and turning back around to continue your attention back to getting to your room for some peace. but dean wasn't having it.

"no, you got something to say to me, you say it." you stopped again, biting your bottom lip and sucking in a harsh breath through your nose. nails digging into your palms at your side while turning back to look at both the winchesters standing across the room from you.

"you know, you think I know nothing? the constant fighting between you two over who gets to sacrifice themselves? who gets to sell their soul to save the other? you two have spent your whole lives disagreeing every step of the way. sam, you literally walked out on dean for a demon!" you tipped over the edge, that anger once again returning for round two of the fight that could go sideways once again but you didn't care.

"yeah and you think I didn't hate myself after all of it? you think that I fight with people because I don't care? I do care!" sam spoke for the first time since dean's dictatorship took over the conversation. the room fell silent for a moment, awkward tension between the three of you now.

"dean can you leave us for a moment?" sam's tone had changed from fiery to calm within seconds. asking for dean to excuse himself from the conversation. dean looked back at sam, almost offended.

"oh I'm not going anywhere until I know for sure you're not going to rip each other's heads off." dean crossed his arms over his chest, head turning back towards you and eyeing you down like you were some demon out to harm sam in some way.

"we need to talk in private. please?" sam begged so slightly, watching dean shake his head before turning on his heel and striding past you with a slightly disgusted look. it made you uncomfortable but you weren't going to show it. not to him. once you both heard the door to his room slam shut you turned you attention back onto sam.

"okay, talk."

sam winchester ⋆.𐙚 ̊

'tiddyfuckher' giving head new position bruises in the bunker ; pt.2 ; pt.3 soulless!sam hcs werewolf! hcs

dean winchester ⋆.𐙚 ̊

anal play werewolf! hcs dreams do come true

bucky barnes ⋆.𐙚 ̊

teasing

steve rogers ⋆.𐙚 ̊

𐙚 sam makes sure that every cycle you're chained up and secured within the bunker , he takes extra measures to ensure you won't get out no matter what.

𐙚 he makes sure that when the sun is back up and you're sleeping soundly in the corner of the vault, he'll come in and pick you up, carrying you in his arms carefully back to his room and laying you down on fresh sheets before heading to the bathroom to run you a hot bath.

𐙚 he always notices the bruises, the scratches self inflicted on yourself from when you're transformed. but he understands you have no control over it. he always grazes his fingers over your scarred skin, where you were first bitten on your shoulder. the bumpy skin feels soft under his fingers.

𐙚 sam has your cycle synced to his phone calendar, always tracking it and keeping up to date with it. but that's not the only thing he'll keep track of, he's also always tracking your mating cycle.

𐙚 you during your mating cycle, breeding season, whatever you wanna call it. sam can always tell when it's right around the corner, not only by tracking it but he sees it in the way you do certain things.

𐙚 he notices when you start nesting, 'preparing to be bred' sam once phrased during a heat of am argument you two were having. most of your fights are about you being a werewolf. sam's obsession with finding a cure for it and you choosing not to get your hopes up and accepting who you are.

𐙚 "you of all people know what it's like to be different, to be a freak. to be called a monster. I thought you would understand." "of course I understand! I just also know that if we keep searching, something is bound to come up!" "doesn't change what I am sam! you think that you can always save everyone, but you can't save me!"

𐙚 when mating season is upon you, there's no research or lore or evidence from anyone that can tell sam how to handle it. he tries not to get in your way too much, allowing you to do what you need to do. especially when it comes to having sex.

𐙚 during sex sam will typically take care of you, make you feel as good as politely as he can. soft, missionary with gentle 'i love yous' being whispered across your skin - well that's when you're not pumped up on hormones coursing through your body.

𐙚 when it's mating season, nothing is off-limits. it's the one time a year sam sees what an absolute menace you can be in the bedroom. right before your lunar cycle is always the most intense too. you'll cry all day until he comes and takes care of you.

𐙚 he'll push your body into positions you'd never actually do under normal circumstances. his favourite was always the mating press, pushing your legs back into your plush breasts, everything exposed to his gaze as it fixates on his cock sliding in and out of your squelching hole.

𐙚 he lets your scratch, bite, mark him as much as you want. he secretly loves the way it elevates his pleasure when you're sinking your teeth into his palm and scraping your nails down his biceps.

𐙚 he'll do anything you ask during that time to help you get your fix. he'll choke you, spank, hoist you up against the wall and bounce his dick inside of you until you're spilling out down his shaft.

𐙚 these sessions can go for hours, so he'll do everything to ensure he doesn't tucker himself out. he'll start with just pumping his long fingers inside you, pulling four-five-six orgasms out of you before shoving his tongue along your clit and lapping as your cunt as if he was a starved man.

𐙚 after multiple rounds of oral and playing with your pussy will be finally give in and let you have his cock, already weeping at the tip along his flushed pink head, pushing it past your folds into your slick drenched cunt.

𐙚 sam will do his best to last a few hours for you, edging himself constantly without taking away from your pleasure too much. but when he finally does get to come, he's desperate. he can't help the way he practically yelps as his cum starts spurting into you.

Soulless Sam who never says good morning to you, not unless he has intentions of something which usually is him coming onto you strongly and making you whine beneath him before 8am in the morning.

Soulless Sam who doesn't care for privacy for yourself, if you're showering he'll just walk in without saying a word to do whatever. which usually ends up with his clothes gone, he's in the shower with your legs wrapped around his waist fucking you against the tiled wall and having his name drip from your mouth with every squeal he can pull from you.

Soulless Sam who will eye up random chicks at the bar on a night out, even flirt with them to get under your skin. he's never reassuring that you're exclusive so you can't be too upset. but you also hate watching him give the same attention to other women that he does to you.

Soulless Sam who doesn't hesitate to make sure that you feel small, that you know your place. he refuses to let you get away with flirting with men at bars and diners, as soon as you leave together he's shoving you up against a brick wall and calling you names without a pang of empathy for you. he's possessive without a care for you.

Soulless Sam who will creep into your room at night, standing over the end of your bed watching you stir in your sleep, covers thrown off of your naked body. his hand creeps down to his member on his boxes, freeing it and jerking it aggressively while staring some at you with pure lust.

Soulless Sam who takes things too far, if you're having sex and tell him you have a kink, he goes next level. Spanking? your ass will welt and be out of commission for the next week and sitting will be hell. Choking? he's not stopping until you're passed out beneath him, still fucking you relentlessly until you come too again.