seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from Malaysia
seen from Belgium
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Austria
seen from Japan
seen from China
seen from Belgium
seen from India
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
you describing hybrid kiri as dumb and pushy. that actually did me tf in. the sweetest biggest boy that finds “not rn” or anything in that vein really hard to accept….SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEEE!!!!!!
oh yah like you can be breathless and like, hey, bad, knock it off but he’s so heavy and big and and also he can smell that you’re getting all hot beneath him so why would he stop?
Under construction - A different world - Kinktober 22
Title: Under construction - A different world
Summary: The men renovating your kitchen have other plans...
Square filled for: @spnquotebingo - Quote: (“What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just go around shooting people like that!” – SPN)
Square filled for: @j3bingo - Plan goes wrong
Kink: Homewrecker kink
Word Count: 3,8 k
Ship: Winchesters x Brat!Reader (Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader; John x Reader - no Wincest)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: angst, language, cheating, dirty talk, daddy kink, voyeurism, multiple partners, unprotected sex, smut, creampie, mentions of anal sex (no description), I’ll label it dub-con (just in case), slut-shaming, daddy kink, roughness, manhandling, marking with cum, breeding kink?, taking turns, cum-eating (barely), they fuck for a week straight, characters death, blood, violence, sneaky Winchesters
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Alternative version to: Under construction
Kinktober 2021
2021 SPN QUOTE BINGO masterlist
2021 J3 Bingo masterlist
Please head the warnings for this story. It’s 18+ only.
Day 1
“My husband said you must finish the room until the end of the week,” you complain, pointing at the still not finished kitchen. “You are the worst construction worker ever.”
“Sweetheart, my father said we will need more time to finish the kitchen so we will need more time,” one of the workers dares to talk back, earning a huff and an angry look. “Now shove your ass out of the kitchen, trophy wife.”
“What did you just call me?” you are in the man’s face, sizing him up. “I will tell my husband about your behavior. He’ll fire you.”
“Dean didn’t explain the complexity of the problem at hand, kitten,” the younger brother says. “Your husband did not pay for shit so far. We will not finish the kitchen if he doesn’t pay us.”
“That’s a lie,” twirling around to stalk toward the boss of the bunch of useless construction workers you mutter under your breath. “I want you to work and not sit in my kitchen to drink coffee and watch me do yoga in the garden. Don’t think I didn’t see ya!” hands on your hips you glare up at the elder man.
“Doll, you shouldn’t talk like that to me,” he says, a dark grin on his lips. “Ya know, your husband owes me a lot of money and I think, you should pay us right now.”
“I—I got no money here, Mr. Winchester,” you whimper, intimidated by the look on his face. He grips your chin with two fingers, still that smirk on his lips.
“Aw, sweetness. I’m interested in a more creative way to pay me for my work, doll. How about you lose that dressing gown and show us what you are hiding underneath? I bet; you will look good on my cock.”
“What?” his crudeness, the way he looks at you like you are a piece of meat he can use and his hand wrapping around your throat have you already on the edge. “I—I’m married.”
“I don’t give a single fuck, doll. Now, how do you want this? I can call your husband and tell him you fired us after you threw yet another tantrum, or you will let me bend you over that brand-new kitchen island I paid for and let me have my way with your sweet cunt.”
“Bet her fine husband can’t even make her cum, Sir,” Dean snickers. His eyes drop to your ass, and he can’t hold back a groan, imagining having his way with your sweet ass too. “Make it three, sweetheart.”
“Three?” you swallow thickly, but to your shame your pussy clenches around nothing. “All of you? How? I—”
“We will take turns, kitten,” Sam purrs, long fingers caressing your cheek. “Come on, lemme make you feel good. I know you didn’t get any for months. Your husband is a boring businessman not knowing how to handle a girl like you.”
“But daddy knows how to treat a girl right,” John crashes his lips onto your mouth, immediately snaking his tongue with yours. “Say yes, doll.”
“I—I don’t know,” your legs are about to give in when John steps away to allow his sons to cut your dressing gown open. “Hey, that was expensive.”
“Holy fuck, she’s wearing nothing but a,” Dean groans deeply. “– wait, is that a hole in her panties?” he cocks his head to get a better look at your underwear. “Oh, you fucking slut wanted to get fucked.”
“It’s laundry day,” you lie shamelessly without missing a beat.
“Trust me,” Sam cups one tit, groping it roughly. “After we are done, you can only burn those panties.”
“I can’t do this, my husband he’ll—” you bite your tongue, not wanting to admit your husband gives a shit on you for years. “He wouldn’t care, I guess.”
“I bet he’s banging his secretary,” John walks you backward, eyes glued to your stiff nipples now. “Let me make you feel good, little slut. I will fuck you so good you’ll lose your mind.”
“I,” you try to find your voice, but John moves his hand into your panties while his sons wrap their lips around one nipple, fighting over your breasts. “Fuck, please.”
“Patience, kitten,” Sam groans against your chest, biting and sucking at your tender flesh. “Dad is going to fuck you first.”
“I’m next, I won this time,” Dean snickers as his brother gives him bitch face. “I won, Sammy. Now you are going to have sloppy seconds…”
“I don’t give a fuck,” the younger brother growls, biting your nipple.
“Fuck,” you whimper and whine while grinding against John’s fingers. “Please fuck me; all of you.”
“As you wish. Give us a moment to decide if we will give you the honor to go in bare,” for a moment you believe they wanted to make fun of you.
They leave the kitchen, mumbling something you can’t hear before they come back, wearing nothing but a smirk.
“Bend over the kitchen island, face onto the marble, if you want us to stop, say pineapple,” Dean smirks when you stumble toward the kitchen island to bend over, showing off your soaked panties. “Good girl.”
“No, she’s a whore for my cock now,” John grips your ass to squeeze it tightly. “Any hard limits, doll? Tell me now before I work my cock into you. I love having my way with another man’s wife, to wreck their home and cunts a little.”
“No pain and I don’t do anal stuff. I mean…I would but I’ve never,” Dean groans, once again imagining fucking your tightest hole.
“We will get you there,” Sam smirks when you shoot him an angry look. “Your pussy is mine to pay us for the last three weeks.”
“Good, god,” the eldest man groans, as he runs his fingers over your soaked panties. “You are soaking me like a bitch in heat. I will so ruin this cunt.”
“Please—” you push your ass into his crotch, grind against his erection. “I need you to fuck me like the whore I am. I need it so badly.”
“I’m on it, Y/N,” John admires your crotchless panties one last time before he presses the wide head against your opening. “Hold tight onto the kitchen counter, cause this is going to be a wild ride.” He shoves himself into you without any preparation, making you cry out at the sudden fulness. “Shut up and take it, whore.”
“Shit, she looks good stuffed with cock. She won’t parade around the house as if she’s a princess anymore after we are done with her cunt. Our little whore will know she’s only a cum dumpster to anyone, nothing else,” Dean watches his father cup the back of your neck to hold you down as he begins to move his hips.
“OH-God-Daddy,” the sound of your screams mixed with John’s grunts fills the room and Sam must close the windows to not let the gardener know you get fucked right here, in your kitchen. “Harder…please.”
“Shut up. You are not in control,” John slams into you, making it hurt a little on purpose to press more noises and little moans out of your throat. “Be more vocal. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked by me. Tell my sons to do the same.”
“Please fuck me too, just like your daddy. He feels so good,” you choke the words out, barely able to do anything but to take John’s punishing thrusts and moan like the whore you are for his cock. “So good.”
“See, I can fuck you better than your fine husband,” John speeds up, now jackhammering into your cunt like he wants to destroy you. “Take it, slut. Take all of me and cum.”
“Ah—fuck,” your pussy clenches tightly around his shaft only three thrusts later, milks John dry, greedily sucks every droplet of his cum in. “Fuck…”
“Pull out, I want to be next,” Dean watches his father hastily pull out of you, eyes immediately glued to your ruined panties and the cum drip out of your abused cunt. “On the kitchen island, legs spread wide, let me see your slutty hole.”
“I don’t think she can move,” Sam grips your waist to spin you around. He easily lifts you onto the kitchen island, smirking when you look up at him with doe eyes. “Just wait for my cock, kitten. I’ll destroy you.”
“Get off her,” the elder brother pushes Sam off you to stand between your legs. “I will fuck her first. You can go for round three with her cunt, after I gave her my load.”
“Sons, no fighting,” John lazily strokes his cock, already feeling the itch return. “We will go for more than one round. We have a week, don’t we? Your fine husband is on a business trip for a week and left this fine piece of ass all alone here, with three hungry wolves…”
Day 2
After the first round with the Winchesters in your kitchen, they dragged you into your bedroom and took you apart one by one all over again.
Now, one day later you are spread wide for the elder brother while he has his way with you.
Today he won, is allowed to fuck you first, to make you scream his name until your voice is hoarse and your pussy filled with his cum.
“Dean,” you paw at his back, try anything to release the pressure he builds in your core. “I’m gonna cum again.”
“Not yet. We are just getting started, sweetheart,” he lifts his head from your chest, to glance at your marked breasts. “So pretty wearing my bite marks.” Dean groans, hips crashing into yours, making you whimper in pleasured pain. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect.”
“I—I doubt it will be after you all are done,” biting your lower lip you watch John and Sam stroke their cocks, knowing they demand their turn. “OH, fuck. Harder Dean.”
“You heard the lady,” John rumbles, smirking as you wrap your legs tighter around his son’s waistline, and start to rock your hips to the rhythm Dean sets. “Fuck her harder. Ruin her cunt, mark her inside and outside.”
“Can you just not,” the man on top of you grits his teeth, slams his left fist into the mattress to not shoot his load into you after a few minutes. “I try to fuck her like the slut she is for my cock.”
“Our cocks,” Sam corrects, watching your lips part, and your eyes roll back in your skull when his brother hits that spot letting your vision white out. “See, she came again. A whore full of cock is the happiest.”
You’d like to slap the stupid smirk off Sam’s face, but Dean grunts your name, giving you a particularly hard thrust to get your attention. “Look at me, slut.”
“I—I can’t cum again,” it’s an unheard plea. Dean doesn’t care, he wants to feel your cunt grip him tightly again. “Please.”
“Sweetheart, you will give me one more. I know you can do it,” his features soften, and you feel your heart swell as he praises you. “You’re such a good girl, cum for me.”
“O-kay,” your nails bite into his flesh, leaving angry red lines all over his back as you shudder through your next orgasm, squeezing Dean hard enough to hurt.
“That’s it, milk my cock dry like the slut you are for us. Take all of me. Maybe I’ll get you round, huh? I could take you with me and parade you around town. Show everyone I knocked your husband’s wife up.”
Day 5
It’s another day in paradise or hell. Depends on your body parts. Your pussy sings in delight, but the rest of your body is sore, tired, and covered with marks and cum today.
“Love to fuck this pussy,” Sam smirks down at you, loving you look all fucked out. “I told you, that we will try any position coming to my mind.
“Dude, what’s that position called? Looks uncomfortable,” Dean pinches one of your nipples, snickering when you try to slap his hand away with your one free hand. “Aw, your pretty nipples are oversensitive, huh?”
“It’s called, g-spot position, Dean,” Sam explains. “This way, I can fuck her deep and so good I make her see stars.”
“Uh—” while his brother grips your ass tighter, Dean wonders if Sam lied. “Anyways, it’s uncomfortable. Hell, her ass and legs are in the air. Must be painful.”
“No,” you pant. “Feels so fucking good, Dean,” pretty much your entire body points toward the ceiling and you carry all of your weight on your shoulders while holding onto Sam’s legs to steady yourself, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel good having the tall man hold your ass in a tight grip, and his cock so deep it hurts a little.
The sensation of being upside down with a man is new to you, your husband never even tried to please you. But these men try anything to make you cum over and over again.
“Fuck, don’t wiggle,” Sam pants, thrusting a little harder. Sam presses his knees harder into the mattress with every thrust but keeps them together. He holds you in position, hands pawing at your thighs. The tall man could easily hurt you, but oddly, his hands are gentle, a stark contrast to the punishing pace of his hips.
“I—” you whimper his name, beg him to let you fall over the edge. “Please, Sam.”
“That’s it, kitten. Cum all over me and I will paint you with my seed,” he grunts, rolling his hips slower. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
His commanding tone does it for you. While he lazily thrusts in and out of your slicked sex, you cup your tits, squeezing the soft flesh hard as you fall over the edge once again.
“Perfect little slut,” John nods to himself, watching his son pull out of you to stroke his cock, cum shooting onto your chest, stomach, and chin. “Oh, fuck me,” he groans when you dip your finger into Sam’s cum to lick it off your finger. “That’s it…I’m gonna fuck her so hard…”
Day 7
“Ride daddy harder, doll,” John’s hands paw at your ass, guide you up and down his thick length, making you gasp every time he presses against your g-spot. “I know you are tired, just one last load. I want to cum inside of you again, not all over your ass.”
“Or inside her ass,” Dean slaps your ass, making the cheek jiggle. “She’s so fucking tight there too. I could happily live in her ass.”
“Dean, that’s not the way to talk about her ass,” watching your head fall against his father’s shoulder Sam sighs. “But, let’s talk about the plan. What will we do now?”
“True,” the eldest Winchester grunts, thrusting up into you. “I suggest we go with plan C,” he pats your back when you whimper with every thrust. “Almost there, baby doll. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I’m tired, daddy,” you snuggle into his chest, ignoring he fucks wildly into you to reach the peak. “Can you cum now? I wanna sleep, please.”
“Shit, she’s a naughty little slut. It’s decided, we are going to keep her,” barely awake you feel John’s warmth fill you, and someone’s voice calling your name or rather screaming it.
“Sleep, doll. You must not know what’s going to happen to your fine husband now,” John pats your back, gently runs his hand up and down your skin. “The stuff you put into her tea works fast. She almost fell asleep while I fucked her.”
“Maybe you are boring,” Sam shrugs while his brother presses the barrel of his gun into your husband’s back. “How about you try yoga? You could go for longer, old man.”
“I can still make her cum, Sammy,” John shifts on his seat, making you clench tightly around him. “Fuck, she’s still clenching around me.”
“What? Why is she still alive and—did you fuck my wife?” your husband growls. “I paid you to get rid of her, not to have fun first.”
“Dude, Winchesters do whatever they want and, we wanted to fuck your little brat since the first morning she walked into the kitchen, swaying her hips, getting me rock-hard,” Dean unlocks his gun. “Thing is, she’s a good lay, and to be honest, I like to fuck her more than any chick before.”
“In other words, we will not only not kill her, but we will also keep your sweet wife and make her ours,” John nods at Sam, silently telling him to bring you out of the room. “We will need to pack a few things for her. Call Jimmy and Benny.”
“Got it, Sir,” Sam lifts you off his father’s lap, groaning when John’s cum runs out of your cunt and drips onto John’s naked thighs. “How long will you need?”
“Not too long…”
“Tired,” you whine, tugging at Sam’s shirt. “Why are we in the bedroom,” you slowly blink your eyes open. “Where are the others? Did they already leave? WAIT! Matthew caught us while I was riding your daddy!”
“Calm down, Y/N,” Sam’s features soften when you glance at your left hand. “I removed it for you, kitten. I don’t think you want to wear your husband’s ring any longer. Now get dressed; dad wants to talk to you.”
“Wait—what’s going on?” jerking your head toward two strangers stuffing your clothes, jewelry, and random stuff they find into suitcases you frown. “Who are they?”
“Jimmy and Benny, now get dressed, or do you want them to see your naked ass too?” Sam teases. “Guys, give us a minute. Go to the bathroom and grab everything belonging to a woman.”
“Got it, boss,” the men leave the room to give you privacy. “Holler when you are done.”
“Kitten, get dressed and come with me,” Sam holds out his hand, sighing when you jerk away.
“Am I in trouble,” you whisper, fearing you did something wrong. “Are you mad at me?”
“Y/N, please just get dressed. Dad will explain the situation, okay. But no, you are not in trouble. You did so well for us…”
“There she is,” John takes your hand to guide you into your living room. “Sam, tell Benny and Jimmy to have look at the other rooms too. Grab everything belonging to her.”
“What’s going on?” confused you glance at your husband, who's currently restrained to a chair and gagged with one of your panties. The crotchless pair the Winchesters ruined on your first day together.
“You see, that fine man,” Dean punches your husband’s face, making you flinch, “wanted us to keep an eyes on you and find anything to make you look like a cheater. After we spend a month at this place, we knew you are a good girl.”
“Such a good girl,” John purrs in your ear, pecking it. “We told your husband that you are, in fact, not a cheater and that you try your best to make him happy.”
“Sadly, this piece of shit,” this time Sam rams his fist into your husband’s face, “wants you gone. One way, or another.”
“What? I don’t understand,” confused you hide your face in John’s chest to not watch his son’s taking turns in beating up your husband.
“He wanted you dead and gone, sweetheart,” you whimper when Dean steps closer to you to peck your neck. “Good thing we do not kill sweet girls. Or women in general, including kids, elderly people, and dogs. Maybe cats as I’m allergic…”
“You kill cats?” you sniffle, tilting your head to glance at Dean. “Really?”
“No, of course not. I was joking okay,” nodding you let Dean kiss your cheek. “Problem was, we could not leave without risking your husband hiring someone else to get the job done.”
“So—you fucked me to decide if you want to kill me?”
“Nope, we did it to give your husband proof you are cheating on him but, while we were fucking you,” Sam smirks, slapping your ass, “we decided to not let that bastard get away with it. Kitten, we will keep ya.”
“You wanted to…and then…he wanted what?” your head is spinning, and you are close to losing consciousness. “This can’t be true.”
“The fuck-a-ton was a bonus, Y/N,” you roll your eyes at John’s comment. “I mean, your pussy is the best I had for the longest time. And I will not talk about your ass or I will.”
“B-astards,” your husband grunts behind the gag, fighting the ropes Dean used to retrain him to the chair. “My a—ss.”
“Ya think that’s yours?” Dean gropes a handful of your ass, making you squeal. “Nah, you are mistaken, buddy. That’s ours. I had it first and I swear, no man will ever touch it but me and maybe my family.”
“Dean, stop fooling around,” a gunshot makes your ears ring, you cry out, falling to the ground to crawl toward the couch to hide behind it. “What the fuck Dean?” John stares at the hole in your husband’s chest, gulping.
“Dean, fuck! We wanted to let him disappear, not shoot him right in front of Y/N,” Sam runs one hand down his face, shaking his head.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just go around shooting people like that! That wasn’t the plan! I mean, we are fucked if anyone in this nosy neighborhood heard the gunshot, Dean,” John starts to pace the room, panicking a little whilst you slowly get up to glance at your dead husband.
“This house is soundproof,” you carefully step back toward John. “He liked to party with his stupid friends and the neighbors, they called the cops every time.”
“Soundproof, fuck me,” snickering Dean pokes your husband’s chest with his gun. “Dude, at least you did one thing right.”
“Dean, we will talk about your impulse control when we are back home. Now we need to be smart, get Y/N and her shit out of here before we call our favorite problem solver,” John rolls his eyes when Dean simply throws you over his shoulder, not a care in the world.
“We are mobsters, Sir. What did you expect me to do after he wanted us to kill his lovely wife?”
Day 10
“Bedroom, bathroom, anything you will need,” John shows you around his house, or rather the large mansion he wants you to call home from now on. “I know you must be confused, angry, and hurt, but my boys and I want you to stay with us. I promise we will always take good care of you”.”
“I need to know one thing, John,” you look up at John, holding his gaze. “Did you, if only for a few moments, consider killing me?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “I would’ve never hurt you, doll. Our business, it’s dirty, rotten, and dangerous, but we have rules. No hurting women, kids, or elderly people...and pets.”
“Good, then I’ll stay with you,” you twirl around to walk toward the bathroom. “Now I’m going to have a fucking long bubble bath and later, you will tell me everything about your deal with my husband, daddy.”
“If you let me join you in the bathtub, I’ll tell you every fucking detail,” John purrs, eyes drifting toward your ass. “So many details…”
“Same,” Sam and Dean grunt in unison, waltzing into your bedroom. “It’s a freaking large bathtub, made for—” Dean smirks when you slide your dress down your body, “fuck our girl good and help her relax…”
Tags in reblog.
Shackled
Title: Shackled
Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Enemies to lovers
Written for: @badbitchesbingo
Summary: Dean is at your mercy and you’ll have some fun.
Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Witch!Reader; Dean Winchester x Witch!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,6 k
Warnings: language, bratty reader, dirty talk, restraints (rope), mentions of spells/binding spells, smut, unprotected sex, face slapping, hate sex, hair pulling, hand around throat (light choking), mentions of anal sex (barely), nipple play, biting, possessive reader/Dean, odd way to cure a demon (but the best way possible), I label this dub-con (just in case), female masturbation, dry humping, fingering, voyeurism
Divider by @firefly-graphics
2021 Bad Bitches Bingo masterlist
“You know,” you giggle, striding toward the restrained hunter, “I always wondered how’d you taste, Winchester.”
“I’m gonna split you into two halves-“ the demon growls, eyes pitch-black, “with my teeth.” now you snicker, stepping closer to the knight of hell. He still fights to break free, even though he’s retrained to a chair with ropes soaked in holy water. “Come here and get some.”
“Oh-I will, hunter boy,” cooing the words you kick his legs apart to step between his spread thighs, hands cupping his face roughly. “You look so good restrained, helpless and at my mercy. I almost want to make you happy…”
“Fucking witches,” the demon spats, glaring up at you. He hates you don’t even bat an eyelash when he snarls at you. “You don’t want me to be happy.”
“True,” leaning closer to lick over his cheek you smirk as he growls low in his throat. “I want to turn you into a mess, Dean Winchester. You know,” glancing over your shoulder you smirk, “your brother believes I want to help him cure you but little me wants to toy with you.”
“Toy with me,” eyes angry black holes Dean watches you straddle one of his thighs. You grip his shoulders, still that smirk on your lips when you start to rub your aching core over his thigh. “Bitch! You won’t get off using me.”
“Oh-I fucking will, Deano-“ you roughly grip his chin, force your tongue down his throat. “And you’ll thank me when I’m done, demon. I will make you scream so loud your baby brother can hear every moan and gasp.”
“Get off me,” Dean growls, a little less disgusted by you. “I will rip you apart, witch. This is your last-“ he moans feeling your hand cup his growing erection. “Fuck-“
“I’m on it, demon,” kissing him greedily, your tongue in his mouth you ignore Dean fights the ropes holding him. “You know, I never fucked a hunter nor a demon. This is the perfect opportunity. Plus, we hate each other. Three things I can cross off my bucket list.”
“Your life must be lame,” Dean huffs when you hop off his thigh to get rid of your skirt and shirt, revealing you are wearing no underwear. “What if my beloved brother walks in on us?”
“Aw, are you shy, Deano?” grinning you snap your fingers, sealing the dungeon so no one can enter it. “He’s out cold, sleeps like a baby just like the angel. I will have my fun with you and later,” you turn around to bend over a little, shaking your ass to show Dean the tattoo on your left cheek, “I’ll give you a nice new tattoo.”
“What’s that? A little devil?” he cocks his head, eagerly ogling your exposed sex. “Fuck me, she’s dripping. Such a naughty girl.”
“Yep,” turning back around to stalk toward the demon you snicker. “If I get the tattoo on your chest, you’ll be bound to me, Dean. There is no way you can deny me any wish. And now I wish for your dick in my cunt.”
“Greedy slut,” spatting the words Dean must watch you unbuckle his belt. He growls, fighting the ropes but somehow, his cock swells in his pants. “I’m gonna fucking ruin this greedy pussy.”
“I hope so,” you coo, unzipping his pants, dragging the rough fabric down his thighs with one swift motion. “Perfect dick for an asshole like you.” lazily licking your lips, you rip Dean’s red shirt open, smirking as he gasps at the sudden movement. “I want you free of clothing, demon boy. I like my prey naked.”
“Kinky rotten cunt,” Dean growls when you snap your fingers to destroy his undershirt, revealing his chest to him. “Don’t touch me.” he growls but his eyes are glued to your hand creep toward his cock. “I dare—fuck me.”
“Not yet, baby,” you purr, moving your hand slowly up and down his cock, driving him crazy. “Just tell me you want it and you can feel me wrapped around your dick, if not-“ you release his cock, stepping away to sit on the floor.
“What? Do you want to just stare at my dick till you get off?”
“No-“ you spread your legs, reveal your dripping sex to the demon. “I will just get me myself off using my talent fingers.” that caught his attention. His eyes glued to your tongue wetting your fingers the demon fights the ropes.
“Get here on my dick, bitch. You got me hard,” he grunts, gritting his teeth when you start to slide your fingers through your folds, “now take care of me.”
“I didn’t hear a ‘please’ Dean,” shoving two fingers into your cunt you moan loudly. “Feels so good, baby. I’m so, so wet for you, and tight.”
“I-I want you to ride my dick,” panting heavily, his eyes glued to your fingers fucking your slick cunt the demon growls like a wild animal. “I dare you to keep me waiting.”
“I want to hear it,” moving your fingers faster you lock eyes with the demon. “If I cum, before you beg me, you won’t cum at all.”
“P-Please-“ he spats, eyes onyx orbs. “Come here and fuck me or I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.
“If you ask so nicely…”
“Do you think Y/N can end the cure?” looking at Castiel, wondering why the angel frowns deeply Sam looks at the lore again. “She’s sure about this spell? We didn’t use that one with Crowley.”
“Trust me,” Castiel assures. “If anyone can master this spell, it’s Y/N. She’s a bit difficult but deep down inside she’s a good person.”
“If you say so…”
“Bitch,” Dean tries to inhale your scent when you straddle his lap. He fights the ropes again, dreams of wrapping his hand around your throat, and fuck you raw. “Get started or I’ll-“
“Kill me,” you smirk, raising your hips to line his cock up with your dripping core. “Nah, I think you’ll take my pussy and cum when I tell you to,” pushing your tits in his face you grunt, “lips around my nipple, suck it like a good boy.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” a slap silences Dean and you sink onto without warning. He hisses, growls low in his throat before you silence him with your tits in his face again.
“You know the drill, Winchester. Give me what I want,” you gyrate your hips, force a deep guttural growl out of Dean’s throat, “and I’ll fuck you like no slut before me.”
“You’re the only slut I fucked so far,” he husks, plump lips curled into a smirk. “Now get started bitch, or I’ll bite your nipple.”
“Do it,” you whimper, watching Dean wrap his lips around one nipple, crazing it with his teeth. He smirks against your plush flesh before he bites down your tit and you grip his shoulders, crying out. “Fuck, you’re a beast.”
“I’m a monster and you just sank down my dick. I hope you didn’t get into trouble, sweetheart,” he grins, thrusting upward to hit that spot making you see stars. “There it is bitch. Now ride me as you mean it.”
“Fucking shut your mouth,” fisting his hair you force Dean to crane his neck. “Look at me while I fuck you, demon.”
“The moment I get out of these ropes, this cunt is mine, your ass is mine, your body and soul are going to be mine. And I’ll ruin you. Every. Single. Hole,” the demon threatens, licking his lips when you start to move your hips. “Good girl.”
“Shut up,” you tug harder, force another growl out of his throat. “Just take it like a good boy.” You grin, feeling his chest heave up and down against your breasts. “I bet you’d like to push me to the ground and just fuck me raw from behind like a wild dog.”
“Feral wolf, sweetheart,” you ignore Dean throws insults at you or that you’ve got the feeling he’s too comfortable with you on top of him. All you have in mind is to fuck him into obedience. “There, faster, harder. Make yourself cum on my cock, slut. I want you to cream all over me.” Your hips begin to stutter, and you hate yourself for it but you grip his shoulders to bounce faster on his cock.
“FUCK-I-M-“ you dig your nails into his shoulders, moaning loudly when your orgasm ripples through your body. You close your eyes, and for a moment, you allow yourself to let your guard down only to feel Dean’s hands paw at your ass.
“Yeah, and you will for the rest of the night-“ the demon smirks when you snap your eyes open. “Game over, witch. Now you will be good and do anything I want.” He grins, revealing pearl white teeth. “This includes taking my cock like a good girl.”
You shiver as his rough hands guide you up and down his cock. “Look at you, pathetic slut. Impaled on a demon’s cock you’re nothing but a drooling bitch in heat. Now I’m gonna fuck you as you deserve it.”
“OH GOD!” you cry, fighting his hands when he stands to throw you onto the ground. “Dean…”
“Aw, just stay there and take it, baby girl. I don’t bite,” he grins, rolling his shoulders. “Well, maybe a little…”
“Did Y/N just scream?” worriedly looking at the dungeon Sam debates to help you or to listen to his friend.
“Sam, she said we shall not enter the dungeon before she leaves it. And we can’t. She sealed it with a spell.”
“I’m just worried if she tried to keep us out or Dean inside…”
“Such a bad girl,” Dean pushes you to the ground, face pressed into the cold concrete. “I should snap your neck and just leave but I will cream this pussy first.” you moan at his threat, already dripping for more.
“Do your worst,” you whimper. “I can take it.”
“I know you can,” he wraps one large palm around your throat, forces you on your hands. “And you will take me so deep it hurts. Pity I don’t give a shit if you like it or not.”
“Fuck me like a man or leave it,” you quip. “If you can’t get hard, ask your brother for advice. He made me cum so hard last time we had a quickie.”
“You’re mine to fuck,” he grips you by your hips, driving in balls deep without warning. “Fuck, that’s a good pussy.” you writhe on his cock, moaning shamelessly as he starts to hammer into you.
“Hurry up, I got an appointment for cardio training later,” Dean chuckles darkly. “I mean it, Winchester.”
“The only valid form of cardio is taking my dick, Y/N. Now shut your mouth or I’ll gag you with my fist,” he speeds up, arms wrapping tightly around your chest to bring your back against his body. “Your pussy just saved your life.” he whispers in your ear, rutting harder into you.
“Blood to blood, mind to mind,” you chant, crying out the last word when Dean wraps one hand around your throat again. “Soul to soul, bind us. His Darkness, come to me. Let my light swallow it.”
“What the fuck?” Dean roars through his orgasm, shudders when blinding light surrounds you and the demon inside your body.
“Chain to chain, bind our souls. His Darkness be mine. My light be his,” you fall back against Dean’s chest, chanting the last words of your spell. “Let my heart save his…”
Dean pulls out of you, breaks apart, warily watching you. He breathes hard, not understanding why he can’t stop looking at you.
“Darkness fade away, set his soul free and take mine,” you end the spell, ripping your necklace off your neck to throw it at Dean.
The demon screams in agony, falls to the ground, clutching his chest. “It’s done, no turning back, Winchester,” you sigh, losing consciousness.
“How could you let her do this?” looking at you snuggled in his pillow Dean huffs. “You let a fucking witch bind me to her?”
“She said it’s the only way to end the cure. We were—desperate,” Sam chokes out. “Purified blood and the spell didn’t work.”
“Why did she have to do it that way?” licking his lips, Dean remembers the way you came around him.
“She purified your soul and shares the burden of the mark with you until we can remove it,” Castiel explains. “We reached the end of the rope Dean. Be thankful. Y/N was the only one agreeing to help you.”
“That woman is a witch!” Dean groans, when you roll to his favorite side on the bed, giggling when he glares at you.
“Aw, that hurts my feelings, hunter,” you mutter, blinking your eyes open. “I assume the cure worked?”
“He’s human again and pissed,” Sam throws his hands up in surrender. “I’m going to get drunk tonight. Leave me out of this fight.”
“I’ll leave you alone to talk things out,” Castiel ushers out of the room, sighing as Dean slams the door shut behind him.
“You got them wrapped around your finger, but I don’t trust you one bit,” he pokes your thigh. “Get off my bed and out of the bunker.”
“No thank you for your help?” you sit up, grinning at Dean. “Or rather for the fuck?”
“This stays between you and me,” he’s in your face, breathing heavily. “I dare you to tell Sam we fucked.”
“I’m the kiss and not tell kind of girl, Winchester. And—it was a pitiful and disappointing encounter. Why would I tell anyone about the worst sex I ever had?” you fake a deep sigh, batting your eyelashes.
“You are so frustrating.”
“And sexy,” you coo, kneeling on the bed. “Did you already see the great new tattoo on your chest? This means you are mine from now on.”
“A fucking chain,” Dean mutters, watching you pat his cock. “What are you up to? Why did you help me?”
“You’re a source of pure darkness and this gets me all tingly,” purring the words you slide your hand up to his chest to fist his shirt. “I’m the only one controlling it. If you want to stay human, you better satisfy my needs.”
“Your needs,” Dean huffs, but his cock twitches in interest. “Dream on.”
“I only want to get dicked down good and hard once in a while. Oh! And I want you to help me cross things off my bucket list. I already got hate sex, sex with a demon, sex with a hunter, and sex with Dean Winchester.”
“You’re a freak…a kinky one,” husking the words Dean unbuckles his belt…slowly. “What else do you have on that list?” he cocks a brow, smirking as you already unbutton the shirt you stole from him. “Y/N, I asked you a question.”
“Let’s see-“ cocking your head you try to remember all the things on your list. “Sex with you on your car. Eating pie off someone’s body. Killing the coven who killed my family. Sex with Sam Winchester. Sex with both Winchesters. Learning how to play a piano.”
“Holy fuck!” Dean growls, freeing his aching cock. “You are a fucking slut for Winchester cocks.”
“And?” you shrug, eyes glued to Dean’s cock. “I get bored easily on hunts and let my mind drift toward a good dick-story.”
“Get on hands and knees, bitch,” Dean orders. “You’ll recite your bucket list while I fuck you raw. And no, you won’t get Sammy’s dick, only mine. Now hands behind your back, I got a nice rope waiting to tame you.”
“I prefer your dick…”
Tags in reblog.
