#restrainted

[secrettheorist]

whumpee after being rescued, freaking the fuck out about having to be restrained to a hospital bed, not recognizing that they are safe because all they knew is that they're still *tied down*

This is absolutely beautiful! Some of my favorite tropes involved a whumpee being rescued and panic is the best thing to tac on.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

#97 Restrained sex (Dean x reader)

Summary: For my 100 kinks list!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 400ish

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex), language

A/N: Turned out more comedic than smutty but at least you’re not poor Sam...

“Well...I can say this has never happened to me before,” said Dean, laughing to himself.

“I fucking hope not,” you said, straining every muscle in your body. “Can you move at all?”

“Um...” said Dean, sighing and closing his eyes. “Not a thing, baby. You?”

“I think my legs,” you said, sliding up but getting stuck. “I guess only my thighs. Perfect.”

“Wait, you’re stuck on top of me?” asked Dean, staring up at you with a smirk. “Not the worst curse in the world after all.”

“Dean, we were in the middle of sex! You had to knock that stupid hex bag I told you to get rid of off the night stand and now...fuck, Dean. As much as I love being on your cock...this is a little much,” you said.

“Y/N, you’re fucking straddling me, squeezing me. I am not going down anytime soon,” he said, your thighs shifting forward again, his head still buried in you. “That is not helping. You might as well just finish what you started.”

“I was this close to an orgasm,” you said, moving your legs, Dean getting a front row seat as he watched you start to ride his length again. “I thought the hex made people have sex?”

“Seems to be doing the trick,” teased Dean. You pursed your lips, Dean chuckling when you couldn’t give him a light smack on the chest for his comment. “Oh, this is fun.”

“You promised me a good fucking. Got to do everything myself, don’t I,” you said, settling into a harsh rhythm, your orgasm swimming back to the surface quietly, exploding around you while you worked Dean over. “Shit, Dean.”

“Y/N,” Dean grunted, spilling himself inside you. You slowed and felt your legs shaking, Dean turning soft inside you.

“Let’s try this again,” you said, moving your legs as far as you could, Dean having more give now, pulling free of you body, your chest falling forward and smashing into Dean’s. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said with a laugh, one of your own coming out with it. “Think it’ll wear off before Sam gets back?”

“Guys! I’m home with dinner!” shouted Sam, somewhere far off in the bunker not a minute later.

“I’ll take that as a no,” said Dean. “Oh, poor Sammy. He is about to have a very bad night.”

[secrettheorist]

Whumpy Thought

A building rigged to blow but whumpee is so emotionally unstable they won't move and/or no one can get close enough to help as they go in complete panic mode (they can actually be pretty dangerous maybe)

What will the rescue team do?

A) they have to forcibly remove the whumpee either by restrainting them and them grabbing them up and run

Or

B) by drugging the whumpee and running.

What do they have time for?

[secrettheorist]

Western Theme

Tying a whumpees hands together then string them up behind a horse and give it a good scare letting the whumpee be dragged away bc cowboys are brutal.

[open-eyed-dreaming]