Sam’s got Dean’s wrists pressed together in one hand, pinned to the sheets over Dean’s head, and Dean knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this.
He’s too weak to say no, always has been, and his body keeps betraying him. Sam’s thrusts are sharp snaps of his hips, almost brutal, and Dean’s meeting ever single one with fervor. Sam’s hand on his waist, fingernails biting into his flesh, wouldn’t be enough to hold him there but Dean isn’t going anywhere. Can’t.
He’s hard, harder than he’s ever been or maybe that’s just what it feels like, and it’s shameless, the way he keeps writhing against the bigger body on top of him, the body of his little brother who’s missing a very crucial part of himself and Dean cares, he does, but right now he doesn’t.
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader (female) Request:
Hi! If you don’t have too many requests I was wondering if you could do a ReaderXSoul-less Sam where reader goes on a date to get over Sam but the guy does somethingbad and Sam comes to the rescue because he’s not heartless, which=smut and fluff 😁💞 Word count: 3,528 Warnings: sexual harassment, language, bad-ass Sam, dirty talking, oral sex, rough sex
I did manage to find a backpack that’s not completely soulless though! I’m not a huge fan of the writing on all the black straps but oh well. It’s a nice warm green and it looks like it’ll be able to hold a reasonable amount of stuff which is the important thing
I was tagged by @neo-soulless (Thank you ♥ i’m gonna try giving slightly different answers since i love all of yours and we’re so similar lol) If I were a month: October If I were a day: Friday If I were a planet: Saturn If I were a god or goddess: Athena/Apollo If I were a sea animal: Orca If I were a piece of furniture: A Vase(?) If I were a gemstone: Aquamarine If I were a flower: Plumeria If I were a weather: Rain (♥) If I were a color: Red If I were an emotion: Exhaustion
If I were a fruit: Guava If I were a sound: Sea Breeze If I were an element: Wind If I were a place: A small forgotten house in a quaint street of a sprawling metropolis. Lined with flowers and greenness hat are detached from the busy world around it. If I were a taste: Sugarcane water. If I were a scent: Summer sunlight hitting concrete/roads. If I were a song: Relax, Take It Easy - MIKA If I were a bodypart: Clavicle I tag @mmandibles@bitchybisexual@megaevolvedthot@otherbully1@scramdleb@ardenmcnamara@kyleraynxr