Bienvenu, Amoureux.

So ive kinda been all over the place with this Paleobiology degree and writing bits and pieces of fics, soooo I just wanted to put out that I am still alive and am working on many projects at once.

Be patient and I promise it will be so WORTH IT.

Tags: Steven Grant x Fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, smut (Shocker), in a chair (Versatile Ik), Implied Marriage, Cameo of Mark- light mention-, riding, gentle and soft, mutual pining. 

Summary: You and Steven have not seen one another for a couple weeks and when he comes home one night, you both ride it out. 

WC: 3.0 

AU: Hey Buzzer Bee’s, Been gone for a while and have been wanting to put something out there so why not y’know? 

💋 Jazz

Steven's life wasn't perfect, but after meeting you, it truly turned wonderful. 

His favorite part of the day was coming home- because he got to come home to you. You were just what he needed after an exhausting day like today. He settled into the flat- the moonlight streamed through the skylight and doused the room with a dreamy feel. The blue light settled across the end of the bed and painted streaks along the floor from the lines between each pane.

 You groaned as he came in, the light from the hallway outside the flat shined on your face as he came in. You tossed a bit on the bed, eyes still closed, but just listening as he removed his shoes and set down his bag on the small dining table. Steven froze when he heard you groan and clenched his jaw. He had hoped to let you sleep- knowing that your work hours increased, you needed as much sleep as possible. "Sorry, love," he immediately said, his voice quiet in thought. "Didn't mean to wake you." You sat up a bit in the bed, tossing your hair from your face.

 In the moonlight, you seemed to glow, your glittering skin reflecting the pale light, needless to say, you looked beautiful. 

 "It's okay, Stevie," you said softly, groaning a bit as you stretched your arms up over your head and cracked your back on the mattress with a twisting motion. Steven found you beautiful in every moment, but he thought you looked breathtaking in the moonlight. A soft smile came across his face as you stretched, his eyes watching as the duvet slid from your bare shoulders. You were topless, not unusual for you to sleep like that: only in your underwear, especially in the London summer. You rubbed your eyes before locking onto Steven in the moonlight that streamed in through the skylight. You smiled softly, he looked handsome in the lighting. 

Steven's breath caught in his throat when his eyes fell to your half-naked body, although it was something he saw often, it never diminished its effect on him. A wave of desire washed over him, but he pushed it down, not wanting to expect anything or ruin the night. You were tired and just woken up, he reminded himself. And he was exhausted, having just gotten home from work.

You stood from the bed, pulling your hair onto the left side of your neck as you walked towards him, yawning a bit as you awoke. "What time is it?" You asked softly, you were sure to step over the ring of sand that surrounded the bed, your feet softly pattering on the wooden floor as it occasionally creaked beneath you with each step.

He watched you approach, his gaze tracing your every movement, it was all so graceful and alluring. "It's about 8," he said, pushing his hands into his pockets to keep them from reaching for you. He knew you likely weren't in the mood right now. "Sorry I came home so late, love." 

“It's okay, hun” You reassured, sighing as you drew near him. Letting your head fall into his chest, letting it rest there as you stared at the floor just breathing in the scent of his cologne and something undeniably him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He loved the feeling of you pressed against him, taking in your scent, your warmth. It felt like a balm on his weary soul. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, turning your head to rest your cheek on his chest and pressed yourself into his body, feeling his body heat. 

His heart swelled as you wrapped your arms around him, your cheek pressed to his chest. He held you tighter, his arms encircling you protectively as he leaned down and rested his chin on your head.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the feel of your body against his, the sound of your breathing, the scent of your hair all calming him deeply. "I missed you," he murmured, his voice laced with affection. "Work was bloody awful today."

You  hummed softly to signal you were listening before pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. 

A shiver ran through Steven as you kissed his neck, his grip on you tightening involuntarily. He felt his body react to your touch, a familiar heat building within him. He tilted his head, giving you more access to his neck. "Bloody hell, you know what that does to me," he muttered.

"Tell me about work" You muttered into his neck before continuing to kiss along the collar of his button up shirt, the scent of cologne and dust from the museum engulfing your senses. 

Steven groaned softly as your kisses continued, his eyes fluttering closed. It was difficult to focus on anything when you were doing that. "It was exhausting," he began in a strained voice. "Customers asking the same damn questions. Trying to explain artifacts to children who don't care. And Don-" A curse escaped his lips as your lips found a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. A small noise left him and drew itself out into the darkness of the room. You grinned against his neck, licking a stripe along the sensitive spot near the middle of his neck on the right side,

"You smell good" you purred into his ear and set a hand on his chest.

Your actions made Steven's shoulders loosen, a shudder running through his body. He cursed under his breath again, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fought to stay upright.  "You're trying to kill me, love," he growled, his voice deep with desire. "I'm absolutely shattered from work, and you're driving me mental."

 Your hands crept under and  pushed his jacket from his body, letting it fall to the floor behind him. "I missed you, all day" she said softly, before sucking a hickey into the space under his ear, "My boss today kept rambling-"  -kiss- "About random stuff" -kiss- "And All I wanted" -kiss- "was this"- she sucked another hickey into his sweet spot near the middle of his neck. 

Steven whimpered loudly this time, his eyes rolling back as you continued marking up his neck. Your words, your kisses, your touch, it was something neither of you had done in a while. "Oh, you're going to be the death of me," he cried out softly, biting his bottom lip. "But don't stop. Gods, please don't stop.." You ran her hands down his chest, pushing him back until he fell into his desk chair. You looked down at him for a moment before straddling him in the chair

Steven's eyes widened as he found himself suddenly sitting down, you straddling him in the chair. He let out a breathless exhale, his hands instinctively coming up to rest on your hips. Steven looked up at you, his gaze roaming over your half-naked body, his body practically thrumming. "You're so goddamn beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. You grabbed his hand and guided it to your breast, staring down at him with a grin as his puppy-dog eyes shone up at you, Steven’s mouth falling agape. 

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of adoration and desire. He gently palmed your breast, his touch reverent and firm. "You're incredible," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. "Absolutely incredible." You began undoing the buttons on his shirt, arching into his touch as his hands groped your chest and thighs. Steven let out a sigh of satisfaction as you began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands continued to caress your chest, his touch was hungry and grasping. He was so tired from work, but it melted down into boiling need. He wanted you, needed you, right here and now.

"God, I've missed this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. "Missed you."

"I missed you too" You said, pushing off his button-up shirt and straddling him higher on his hips. Steven's bare upper body gleamed in the soft light of the room, the color of his skin bathed in pale blue. He looked up at you, his gaze roaming over your body with unabashed desire. "What did I ever do to deserve you?” he murmured, his hands sliding up your thighs. "Sitting here on me, half naked in the moonlight. Bloody beautiful." His large, warm hands felt comforting against your skin, and you leaned into his touch, not bothering to cover the moan that left your throat softly. 

"You are so handsome beneath me," you purred into his ear softly. 

Steven whined at the sound of your words, the sight of you, straddling him in his desk chair, was almost too much for him to handle. “Gods” he whined, more to himself than to you, shutting his eyes only to merely be able to look at you for longer. Your hands went to the belt of his jeans, undoing it quickly as the desire solidified on the inside of your brains and plastered on the cortex of your minds. As you undid his belt, his body thrummed with anticipation. Steven’s hands roamed up your body, his touch hungry and craving more of you. ‘Been dreaming about this during work, whenever Mark takes over-” He gasped softly, sucking in the air as it came to him, “Gods, I love you”. 

You took him in your hand, touching gently as you lifted yourself a bit, staring deep into his eyes as you did so. “Thought about this”  he whimpered as you touched him, your hand soft and warm against him. His voice crawled from his throat, all he could say was your name as he patiently waited for your move. You sank down on him slowly, pausing to adjust as your mouth fell agape. Your eyes shut tightly as your nails bit into his shoulders. As you sank down onto him, he swore under his breath, gripping your hips tightly as he exhaled through clenched teeth.

"God's love, I forget how- tight-," he groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure. "I've been dying to have you like this all day. All bloody week, really. You have no idea... the things you do to me." 

You pulled him close into your chest, your hand in his hair as you sank down farther, nails gripping desperately and unsparringly into his curls. Steven buried his face in your chest, his body trembling as he held you close. The feel of you on him, around him, was sending shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. "Love, I could stay like this forever," he mumbled against your skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Just having you this close, feeling you around me... It's like nothing else. You're my bloody undoing, you know that?"

“Just forgot how big you are" You gasped out softly as a grin spread onto your face before sinking down onto him completely. He groaned loudly as you sank down completely onto him, his head falling back against the chair. Every nerve in his body was on fire, pleasure coursing through him like lightning.

"And I forgot how incredible you feel," he gasped, his hands gripping your hips fiercely, his nails crimping into the fat of your hips and thighs. You rolled her hips, a moan hitching from your throat as you brows furrowed. Your back arching as he began moving, the angle causing him to hit the sweet spot inside you and burning electricity into your arms and coursing the stinging static of your legs losing circulation. 

His breath hitched as you began to move in sync, his hands tightening on your hips as he helped guide you. The sensation was exquisite, the pleasure almost overwhelming. He could feel himself slipping away with each movement. "Gods, love," he groaned, his eyes locked on yours. "You feel so good. It's like you were made for me. Bloody hell, I'll never get enough of you. Ever."

Steven helped bounce you atop of him, his own back arching to meet your quaking movements as he repeatedly hit the spot inside your core. He watched carefully as your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. "God-Ah! Steven! Mmph" You cried out as your head fell forward a bit. 

Hearing his name falling from your lips in that tone, the way you looked with your head dropped forward... It was almost too much. "You're so damn perfect," he gasped, his body moving against you with growing urgency. "Every little sound you make... It drives me crazy. Bloody hell, love, I want to hear more. Give it all to me. Let me make you feel so good you can't think straight."

You lifted your head, moving faster on him, nails digging into his shoulders. You moaned loudly, you both knew the neighbors would give them dirty looks for the next week and a half but neither of you cared anymore. “Steve-N!”  You whimpered out before kissing his lips. Steven groaned into the kiss, his body shuddering beneath you as your pace quickened. "God, love, yes..." he gasped, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You feel so good. So damn good. Don't stop, don't you dare stop. I want all of you, every bloody bit. I will never get enough of you."

"Ste-m'close-fu-mph" You moaned bittenly , your head falling onto his shoulder, her nails scratching his back. Steven groaned loudly as he felt you getting closer, his body trembling in anticipation. Hearing your moan and feeling your nails scratching his back only added fuel to the fire.

"That's it, love. Take what you need. I'm right there with you, right on the edge,"Steven bit out as he gasped, his voice low and hoarse. "Come for me, love. I need it. I need to feel you let go, to feel you unravel in my arms. I want all of you, every last bit. You're mine, and I want all of you." You came loudly, quickly, riding out your orgasm as fluid gushed around Steven as you came. Steven's breath was coming in ragged gasps. As he felt your release, he was close to the edge himself, teetering on the precipice.

"You're so bloody gorgeous," he muttered, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you. "Bloody hell, seeing you like this, feeling you like this... You're everything, sweetheart. Everything I've ever wanted, and I will never get enough of you, never stop being obsessed with you. Never."

"God, I love you so fucking much" You moaned softly, still moving your hips to help him finish. 

Steven's breath caught in his chest as you told him you loved him, words that never failed to make his heart swell. But right now, he was so close, so very damn close to the edge, that all he could do was grip your hips tighter and hold on for dear life.

"I love you too, Darlin’,  more than anything in the world," he gasped, his voice hoarse and ragged with desire. "Don't stop, love. I'm so damn close. So god damn close. You're amazing. You're everything." Steven brought his  hand back to your breast, touching you as he was pulled closer and closer to finishing.

"Gods, yes...just a little more," he ground out, his eyes locked on your face. "I'm almost there, love. You feel so incredible. I'm right on the edge, just let me...let me..." Steven moved some hair from your face that had fallen into your eyes, pulling it back to rest against your left shoulder.  He grunted as he felt himself teetering on the edge, so damn close, so damn close to tipping. You smiled down at him as he fixed your hair for you, as you  moved faster, You couldn't help but lean down to begin leaving hickeys along his collarbone and neck. 

Steven gasped loudly as you picked up your pace, his hands clinging to your hips tightly. Every move spurred him on and bound him to a long needed release. "Love, I'm close. I'm so close.”  He was so close, so damn close, he could feel the pleasure building, building, building, ready to explode. 

You moved faster on him, "So fucking hot, steven" You moaned into his ear, "So cute when we're fuckin-Ah! Gods, I'm so happy we're together, perfect f'me, fit inside so well" Steven groaned loudly at your words, his body trembling with desire.

 "Bloody hell, love, you say the hottest things," he managed to gasp out. "And I'm so damn happy too, so damn happy to be with you." He could feel himself teetering on the edge, so close, but he held on, wanting to make this moment last. "You're perfect for me, sweetheart. You drive me insane, you know that. And the way you feel around me... Bloody hell, it's incredible."

You lifted yourself to press your forehead into his, eyes boring into one another, both of your pupils blown wide with pleasure. You breathed in sync, moaning and breathing heavily into the space between.  Steven looked down at where they connected, watching the spot on your stomach bulge every time you sank down on him. You both moaned and whimpered softly as you watched it.  

"God damn, you're gorgeous," he gasped, his voice hoarse, his body trembling with pleasure. "Perfect, beautiful, incredible... everything I've ever wanted. And you're here, with me, doing this. I can't believe how bloody lucky I am." As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance down between them, catching a glimpse of the spot on her stomach where they were connected. With that, he came. Hard. 

Tags: semi-mutual pinning, Dean x VampireReader, blood-sucking, consent checks, No hat no party, PinV, PWP (Porn with plot)(porn without Plot),  Reference to pedophelia( reader killed one), Blood(obviously), Fem-reader, Semi-dual Pov, S1 Dean + Bunker referenced, Canon rivalry ( Humans vs. Vampires), Enemies to lovers?, mind reading (whatttt), dirty talking cause we love a man who dont shut the fuck up,  head(fem rec.) 

WC: 4.1k 

Synopsis: You and Dean used to work together a long time ago but after an accident where you were turned into a vampire, you banished yourself to secluded woods and cut off every hunter. Until one day when one of the most notorious vampire hunters/ your old partner comes to pay you a visit… 

AN: First time posting smut so bear with me. 🥲

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He knew better. Dean knew better than to walk into these woods and do what he was about to. A respectable hunter would have killed her long ago, right as she was turned. But Dean. Poor, poor Dean couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had known her when she was human, worked and hunted alongside her. And as he steps foot in the clearing of the woods and sees her once again, he must remind himself that she is not the same. 

Blood pools around the corners of your mouth, rolling in thick drops down your chin and to your neck. The victim, a fifty-three year old man, lays gasping at your feet. He claws at the bite from his neck, his eyes bulging from his skull as he tries to grasp and reach for anything but oxygen. As Dean looks at you, he has to stop himself from groaning. Your fangs on display as you tilt your head back, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, tasting fresh blood. Those fangs, the ones that lived in his dreams for the last couple months. Endless daydreams and restless nights of picturing those fangs-

 “Long time no see” your sharp eyes roamed him with a grin as he walked fully into the clearing, stopping about twenty feet from you. Close enough for you to hear his heartbeat, to feel the blood pumping through his body, it made your mouth water. He didn’t say anything, just eyed you from a distance. “What brings a hunter to my doorstep?” You said, taking out your handkerchief and wiping the blood from your lips and chin. Dean watched silently as you cleaned the blood, he found it comforting yet freighting at the same time. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight before saying, “I have some questions to ask you”. You could read him like an open book, his heart pounding against his ribcage, his anxious demeanor.  “Ask away” You said softly.

 Dean glanced down at the man at your feet, now dead. “Who was that?” He asked, clearly a bit put off by the sight of the man. “He was a pedophile, and I convinced him I was thirteen.” she said, pushing the body off her boot with the other foot. ‘Of course she has a moral complex’ Dean thought to himself. “I don’t kill people who don’t deserve it” You said softly, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. “Anything else?” You ask him as you eye him from this distance. “I have just a couple more” He said as he took taking in your outfit, the fangs, the remaining blood red on your lips. 

“No. You don’t” You quipped, his heart raced faster, “Tell me, honestly.” You purred, “Why are you here?” This was not how he planned this interaction to go at all, he bit his lip as he tried to find the words. But as he eyed you, his pupils dilating, his blood rushing ever so slowly to his groin. You knew. 

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There had been tension between you since the two of you met. After you turned, about 5 years ago, you and him, along with many other hunters you were close with,  lost contact. You knew why, it was stupid to even think a hunter would befriend or work with a vampire. Sworn enemies, an undying hatred for one another. But you and Dean could work together and within these last couple years, you had. 

Sure, it was a short case here and there, but you helped him and Sam. Ultimately proving you were at least semi-trustable. It was hard not to want to eat him whole all those years ago which was especially becoming more apparent in this moment. His heartbeat, the grey t-shirt that peaked through his leather jacket. The muscles of his chest so faint as they pulled against the material. His green eyes are near invisible as the dark irises swallow them. His labored breathing and the blood pumping through his jugular vein are all driving you near animalistic. 

He just stares at you, unsure what to say, unsure of what wild excuse he could make to play off his visit. If he was being honest, he was not sure either why he was here. It was one thing to have a couple dreams about you, maybe some fantasies sprinkled in throughout the day. But it amazed even him that he would have the nerve to drive from the bunker, hours to your cabin, to see you. 

You knew his answer, nodding as you glanced down at the body and up to the trees that cut through the sun's dim shine.  His silence was answer enough. “If you are here for the reason I think you are,” You say softly, “Meet me in the cabin in twenty, I gotta take care of Jimbo here” You gently kicked the body that laid at your feet. Dean Adams' apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, nodding, too breathless to mutter a true answer. 

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Dean walked into your cabin, the space was small yet cozy. A fire burned in the fireplace before the leather couch that laid in the center of the small living room. Plants were nearly everywhere in the space, some rested in corners, others laid along the windowsill of your stained-glass windows. Red and purple carpet was placed alongside the cherry wood floors. Salt and Tiffany lamps adorned the space with warm orange and yellow lighting, all heightened by the crackling fire. The kitchen was small and it laid alongside the wall adjacent to the front door. Wooden countertops, checkered tile floor, a pearl porcelain sink, and sheer red curtains. 

The space was so romantic and calming, it was not exactly what he imagined but he realized it matched you perfectly. The scent of Vanilla and pistachio filled every room, all calming his beating heart. He explored the space as he waited for you. The small tile-filled bathroom, your dim bedroom. It intrigued him greatly, he found himself getting more and more curious about you by the second.

  He planted himself on your leather couch, his leg bouncing as he waited for you. Anticipation coursed through his veins, ‘What was he doing?’.  He was still not sure what lured him here, what he wanted from you, what you were going to do. He bit his lip, picturing all the things she could possibly have made him wait for. ‘Is she going to kill me? Is she going  fuck me? Drink my blood?’ Questions spiraled through his head like a tornado. But it was cut short at the sound of the front door opening. 

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You came into the house, breathing a bit heavier, your hands bloody. Glancing around the small space of the cabin, you look for Dean. When you spot him, a grin melts onto your face. “Thought maybe you got cold feet” You chuckled as you washed the blood from your hands. You heard him stand from the couch and make his way into the kitchen. “Nice place you have” He said as he watched you , swallowing at the sight of blood. It was clear you had gotten rid of the body, Dean didn’t want to let his mind wander on how. “Thank you” You muttered as you focused on drying your hands. 

Dean watched you, coming a bit closer to you as he eyed the curves of your ass as your back stayed turned to him. This was wrong on so many levels. Any morals Dean had were tossed out the window as you turned to face him, leaning back against the edge of the porcelain sink. From this distance, only a few feet, the tension between you crackled like the fire that kept the space warm. He glanced from your eyes to your lips and back again, his own desires failing him. You could sense his beating heart, his flushed face, his wide pupils. Your own eyes trailed his form, your mouth watering both for blood and for him. “Tell me Dean,” You purred, “Do you like the thought of me taking blood from you? My fangs sinking so deep into your neck” 

 A shiver ran through him at your words, his breath hitching as it played through his head, “Jesus christ…” He muttered breathlessly, his jaw clenching. You could sense his blood leaving his head and going south. “You like that don’t you?” You grinned, “The thought of me taking drags from you like a cigarette.” His fists clenched at his sides, he wanted to kiss you senseless, it took all of his willpower not to. His heart thumped against his chest so hard he thought it might jump out of him. “Shut up” he nearly groaned. You lifted a hand, running a finger along his arm, feeling the leather of his jacket beneath your nail, testing the waters a bit. You hand ran along his arm and rested atop his shoulder, eyeing him hungrily as you pushed his leather jacket from him. Dean helped you remove it, letting it fall to the floor behind him as he stared deeply into your eyes. Your left hand rested on his other shoulder, your other hand running down to place his hand along your hip. 

“Would you like that?” You asked, eyes flickering down his body before coming back to meet his. Dean nodded absentmindedly, his mouth falling agape as both of his hands came to rest on your hips. “I need words, Dean” you muttered softly. “Please,” he said breathlessly. His breathing was heavy as he watched you lean forward, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to the side of his neck. Your fangs retracted slowly as you kissed the soft space, the pulse from his jugular vein called your name, but you knew better. You glanced up at him to see he had tilted his head to allow you more room, his eyes shut tight in anticipation.. 

You sank your fangs into his neck slowly, the taste of bourbon, scotch, metal, and leather filling your senses, it made you groan. His grip on your hips tightened enough to leave bruises, a strangled whimper  leaving his lips. His pulse thrummed against your bite as you sucked his life into your mouth. He throbbed against your core as he pressed himself into you, gasping out as you rolled your hips to meet his movements. When you pulled away, a line of thick blood rolled down his neck, you were quick to lick a long stripe, catching it perfectly. Dean slowly moved his head down to look at you with his lust clouded eyes. The sight of his blood coating your lips and fangs as you grinned up at him was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He lifted You up and over onto the countertop. He moved to stand between your legs as he stared up at you. You leaned down catching his lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. Dean could taste his own blood on your tongue and it made his eyes roll back. The cold of your soft skin, the metal of your tongue and sharp teeth as you kissed. It was simple things that reminded him what you are and it drove him wild.

 It would be terrible if anyone caught them, not that it was really a concern judging by the fact they were completely surrounded by dense woods.  But it was clear between the two of them that if another hunter happened to stumble upon the scene, both of them would be killed. And You knew that if another vampire knew it was the blood of a Winchester on your lips, you would be praised then killed for not hurting him. But both of you had every intention of keeping this between the two of you. 

Dean's tongue ran alongside yours, battling for dominance as you two made out. His hands roamed your torso, running along your waist and hips. You pulled away to softly say, “The couch-” Dean cut you off but pulling you flush with him, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the couch. He lowered you down onto the leather, his lips reconnecting with yours. 

Morally this was a cursed act. Dean reminisced on all the vamps he killed in the past, why was she any different? And as her lips kissed down his neck and pulled the blood to the surface to make hickeys, he knew his own answer. She was just different. She was not some bloodthirsty fiend crawling on all fours with snarling teeth and glowing eyes. No. She is beautiful, and powerful. And if she needed anything from Dean-Anything, His body would twist and writhe just to deliver it at her command. He was hopeless for her and this man, the strongest, most dangerous, most notorious vampire hunter was utterly lost in her grasp- and this iron of a man could not find it in him to fight it any longer. 

You were under him, hands roaming his torso, hands in his hair, lips and teeth on his neck. He shuddered. Dean let you take control, letting you crawl atop him and straddle his thighs. He leaned back into the couch and let you kiss and bite away any self respect or control he had left in him. Dean's breathing was labored as you lifted his grey t-shirt over his head and drank in the sight of his vast chest as it was chiseled in the firelight. His warm hands came to your waist and ran to grip your ass as you admired his body. “Damn” You said as you  grinned down at him, hands finding his sides and touching the skin before you. The cold of your hands made him shutter and he closed his eyes, letting you do as you pleased. If Sam knew… 

His own brother would kill him if he knew where he had snuck off to - “Don’t think of him right now” You purred out softly, sensing his hesitation, hearing the voice in his head. “He would kill me” Dean gasped out as you ground your hips down against him, “He would be so m-mad” His breath hitched as your body pressed deliberately against the growing tent in his jeans. Dean's brows furrowed as your nails ran down to his belt, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes, pupils blown, and breathing labored. 

“Wait” He barely whispered, You stopped and looked at him, waiting.  Dean grinned, his green eyes gleaming. “I want to taste you…Please?” He said softly, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he hoped he was not pushing his luck with you. A look flashed across your face as you stared down at him, he looked like honey in the firelight and it made your mouth water, his neck and blood so close. 

You let Dean lift you and lay you back on the couch in the space he previously occupied, the leather warm from his body heat. It made you squirm. Heat was always nice against your frozen skin, always keeping the fires in the cabin hotter than hell to replicate body heat. He slotted himself between your legs, looking down for your permission as he reached for the belt of your jeans. You nodded, and in a flash, your jeans were on the floor by the fire. His hands roamed your thighs, and you reached down, hooking a nail in the band of your panties and studied his face as you slipped them down your body. He took them from your hands, setting them on the floor beside the leather couch as he held eye contact. When dean’s eyes fell to your core, he bit his lip and let out a hum. 

You chuckled at his gaze, “what?” you huffed as a smile melted onto your face. “It- I-You're beautiful.” He said softly and his eyes roamed your face. You crinkled your nose, “Whatever, Winchester” you said as you lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor along with your other forgotten clothes. His smile grew even wider, “If I knew you were half as beautiful as you are about five years ago, Sweetheart, I would have done this a long time ago” . With that, Dean leaned over and began kissing along the tops of your breasts that spilled from your bra. His lips warm as his hands unclasped it and let it fall from your body. His teeth gently sank into the cold flesh and it made your back arch up into him, a moan lifting from your lips. 

Dean kissed down to your core, thighs instinctively lifting to box in his head between them. He licked a hot stripe into you and your hips rolled into his face as a whine left your lips. It had been so long since your body felt the heat of a lover-especially in this way. And when your cold, dead flesh felt the living burn of Dean Winchester, you were hooked.  He sucked you so deep that your body writhed and twisted. Your hands gripped into his short brown hair and pulled like reigns. He moaned into you and continued licking and sucking on you like a jaw breaker, a glint in his eyes as he watched your reactions. You came on his tongue, your hips rolling as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Dean grinned into you as he helped you ride it out, pulling whines and moans from you as he did so. 

Slick coated his lips and chin as you propped yourself up on your elbows to get a full look at him in the light. He grinned, teeth white and shining like the glint in his green eyes. You caught your breath, biting your lip as you looked at him before leaning up to catch him in a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. It made you groan. 

He pulled you atop of him, slotting your body over the prominent tent in his jeans. His hands warm on your body as they roamed, his lips burning as they kissed yours. Dean broke the kiss, a huff leaving him as your body rolled against him, pressing all the right buttons. He bit his lip. All the nights he had pictured you like this-it was almost spot on. “You’ve pictured this” You said with a grin, eyeing his face as he realized you could read his mind and feel any fantasy he had about you. “God, every night when I can’t sleep you’re in my mind” Dean's words made your grin wider. Your hands came to his belt and he did not stop you this time, letting you take what you wanted from him. 

And as your cold, cold body sank down onto him, his back arched and he had to stop himself from bustin right then. This was how he pictured it, your body above him with your nails digging in his shoulders, your face calm with furrowed brows as you adjusted to him, and your breathing as you began to melt atop him like butter. Your cold body giving up rigidness at his presence inside you.  And when you moved, Dean felt like the wind had been knocked from him. He let his head fall back against the cold leather and just feel your body roll on him as he lay groaning out. Your nails went into his hair, holding on as you rode the famous Dean Winchester. 

God, if the others knew. They would have you drained of remaining blood for not consuming him the second he stepped foot into the circle of your damnation. Frost himself would feed you to his dogs for the sole purpose of ever even thinking of Dean Winchester  this way.  And it made this terrible act, so very delicious. “Bite me” Dean gasped out softly. It snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked down at him. His lip between his teeth, his brows furrowed, and his eyes hopeful as they looked at you. “Bite me” he moaned out your name after, practically begging, “I can feel your hunger, take it sweetheart, take it”. His willingness, how pathetic, you thought to yourself, it made you squirm. 

Your fangs were already retracting as saliva pooled at the thought, you were deeply hungry. 

One hand remained in his hair while the other rested on his bicep, your eyes finding his in the orange firelight. They were pleading and hopeful and so very delicious. “It's gonna hurt” You purred into his ear, licking along the shell of it.  He shuddered, “hurt me”. You leaned down over his left jugular vein, running a fang over it, letting it pop up a bit more before looking at his face for any form of hesitation or a change of heart. But you were met with nothing but lust clouded eyes and his mouth agape. 

“Please” He whispered out your name, begging. Your teeth sank into his neck, blood immediately bubbling up to flood your mouth. He moaned out loudly as you literally sucked the life from him, taking your fix. His hips snapped up into you faster as his mouth let out strings of whines and gasps of your name. You sucked deeply, tasting every life he has ever lived, any life he has taken or wished for. He tasted positively divine. You thought of how curious it was that one of the most notorious vampire hunters was gasping and fucking up into you as you drank from him, it was ironic and it made you grin. Pathetic and sad excuse of a man who was falling into his urges and fucking one of the lifelong enemies of the Winchester bloodline. You could taste every single of them within his blood and you knew John Winchester was twisting in the afterlife over this pitiful act. 

He whined out as you bit down harder, his eyes shooting open as he knew what you were doing. You were going to take Dean Winchester, a man made from the tomb, to the very brink of death. You were going to drag him to the end of the cliff, right to the light, and you were going to make him feel every life he had taken and  every orgasmic moment of ecstasy  that death made you suffer for the indignity of living. His vision began to fade, his breathing heavier as his eyes rolled back. His body willing as you took blood from him while fucking him. You never thought the combo would be so frantic and lovely but you nonetheless realized just how much it turned you on. 

You could sense he was getting closer, to coming and to death. You released your bite on him and licked the blood that dripped down him, not wasting a drop as your orgasm began to build rapidly. You lifted your head to see his face. His eyes were rolled back, bottom lip pulled between his teeth so tight that blood had begun to pool within the cracks of his white teeth, brows furrowed, and face flushed. 

The taste of him on your lips and everything mixed into a divine cocktail and pushed you over the edge before you could process. He came as you clenched down on him, his mouth falling agape as he groaned loudly. You both rode it out together and after a minute, his hips slowed to a stop and his head fell forward to rest in the crook of your neck as you both caught your breath. 

When he lifted his head, he took in the sight of his blood all over your chin, some thin streaks that had rolled down to your chest, and your glowing eyes as they reflected the light of the fire. “Christ” he chuckled before pulling out of you slowly, “That stays between us” He chuckled, standing from the couch to put his pants back on. You rolled onto your stomach, resting your head on your forearms as you eyed him. “Was your question answered?” You asked with a grin and he nodded, "definitely." Dean grumbled playfully. “Anytime you need a cold body or a bloodletting, you know where to find me” you winked at him from your spot on the couch. “Noted” He smirked before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

The end.  

Hey y'all, it's been a solid while, but I wanted to come on and talk about something that is going on in the COD fandom right now! There is a lot of dub-con/non-con and fics of the characters just being really creepy. I wanted to give my take on this because thank God it's finally being brought up (from what I've seen at least). I understand that people like what they like and its none of my business but I'm genuinely getting creeped out. As a writer and someone who posts that writing, be aware of what you are putting out there! Some of the things you guys are making these characters do or say is very gross. Also! As someone who has been in the COD fandom for a few years now, it's very gross to see characters that I relate and feel a connection to do very gross and disgusting things. SA and unconsent is a very nasty thing to see being romanticized on Tumblr or anywhere. Please stay safe and be aware of your online record.

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