gaygirlruby

[gaygirlruby]

wound-fucking anna waougghh

[gaygirlruby]

draft about ruby in the fujo cuck chair ... what am i ever talking about

[gaygirlruby]

frotting with sam waohgh .... her dick dwarfs yours and her palm encloses the both of you so tight, messy and hot and slick, her thighs twitching on either side of your hips .... her head falling against your shoulder when she gets close, moaning and whimpering right up against your ear ... getting gradually slower after she cums so she can milk out the last few spurts, but she whines so pretty when you put your hand on top of hers and force her to keep rubbing the both of you- her dick twitching and leaking so bad against yours- even though she's so sensitive it borders on too much

[gaygirlruby]

alternate universe where i'm a fictional character and ruby is an insane religious tgirl with bpd posting on her tumblr like "sucking on lauren's tits would make me worse"

alternate universe where i'm a fictional character and sam is a sad religious college tgirl posting on her tumblr like "sucking on lauren's tits would fix me"

[gaygirlruby]

alternate universe where i'm a fictional character and sam is a sad religious college tgirl posting on her tumblr like "sucking on lauren's tits would fix me"

[gaygirlruby]

this is inspired by marí's ruby blood-play fic !! it's sosoo good please read it if you haven't already >3> !!!!! i've been thinking about drinking ruby's blood from a gash on her thigh non-stop ...

!! Minors dni !!

content: ruby/reader, blood-play, blood-drinking, reader's kinda a sadist but it's ok rubys into it ^_^, dom-ish reader, reader is both sex and gender neutral, not much sex actually happens but this is sex To Me #bloodfreaklaurenrights, 2k words

   "Settle down."

    Ruby pushes you down against the bed, hands tangled in your hair to wrench you off her neck. Her voice is stern, unyielding, but you know her well enough to understand it for what it is.

    She's a little roughed up from whatever it is she does when she's not with you, the smoke sizzling beneath her skin just barely audible to your sensitive ears. It's been too long- long enough that her presence sent your mind buzzing and your hands working faster than your brain, at least, pressing yourself up against her, mouth finding the curve of her neck. You're not quite as high maintainence as Lucifer's perfect vessel and she knows that, but she still plays along, lets you have a little more than you really need-

    "I said watch it. You know you can't leave marks. You bite so hard my healing can't keep up, you dog."

    -usually, that is. Sometimes she makes you fight for it, tone too bratty for her own good, her skin rippling with excitement when she sees that dangerous glint in your eye, makes you force her under you, pinning her to the sheets to take, take, take, until she's got nothing left to give.

"What, and the winchester girl doesn't? Your wrist's her favorite chew-toy. It's always mangled." She huffs at the way you gnash your teeth, trying to nuzzle back against her collarbone, the borrowed skin raw and red and glistening with your saliva. You pout when her hands tighten in your hair- a warning- looking up at her through your lashes, "You've got to tell her off sometimes, you know. Even dogs you can train. Or muzzle."

"Glass houses, babe. It's you who needs to be kept on a leash." Ruby lets your hair go, only to shrug her jacket off and place her arm in front of you, an offering. She snorts, undignified and loud yet making your insides squirm all the same, "knowing you, you'd just chew through it. Maybe putting you down is better."

    She never bothers to clean the dried blood off (she has you for that, after all), wounds looking angry and dark, red painted all over like blush.  You look down at her arm, contemplative.

    You think of your lips plush against her flesh, re-opening the scar that's barely scabbed over beneath your teeth. You think of shoving your finger beneath the gore, ripping the wound at the seams, just to make her flinch, just to see more of that pretty red. You think of smearing it over her cheeks and lips, forcing her jaw open, your thumb holding down her tongue, and telling her to lick you clean.

    She catches your gaze, brows furrowing, waving her arm in front of your face as if to catch your attention, "It's not like you've never done worse. Hey, fetch."

    You think of how you hadn't been the one to cut her open, lips that aren't your own sucking her dry, and your mood sours.

    "I'm not having anyone's leftovers." You frown, and she opens her mouth to say something- something snarky and stupid that'd just make you want to shut her up faster, most likely, but your hand on her thigh, grip firm, gives her pause. You eye her intently, fingers twitching over the belt that holds her knife.

    Static fizzles across the air. She's stronger than you, you both know it. She could pull away from you just fine, could have you drink from some rando she picks off the street and be done with it, could leave you feverish and sick and out of your mind from withdrawal, if she really wanted to.

    All she does is lean the slightest bit into your touch, her skin growing flushed beneath your palm. You bite back a smile.

    Your hands smooth down her leg, finding the dagger strapped against the curve of her thigh easily enough. Unsheathing it makes her grow restless, dipping her head so she can press her mouth against yours, hot and wet and sweet. Ruby always kisses you like she's starved for it, like she's trying to eat you alive. She bites at your lip hard enough to split it open, that metallic tang flooding the space between you, and you wonder if she can taste you flooding her veins the same way you taste her.

    Tugging her jeans off is a hassle when you're this worked up, fingers trembling in anticipation as you fumble with the zipper. She's unhelpful as always, telling you to "slow down- what?- no, you can't just cut these open, do you know how hard it is to find jeans I actually like-", which you find very inconsiderate to your frantic state. You kiss her again just to keep her quiet.

    "I'll buy you new ones." You murmur against her lips, her jeans scuffed up from your clawing and thrown somewhere on the dingy floor.

She hums, amused, "Oh, what a gentleman. I'm sure the greasy receipts trashed in your wallet will cover it."

 "God- whatever, I'll steal them, just-"

    You peck the corner of her lips again for good measure before you make your descent, arms propping you up on either side of her hips. You give her the meanest glare you can manage while you're kneeling, face practically smushed against her stomach, and all she does is laugh, unflattering and melodic and lovely- "shut up. You're making it very hard to remember why I missed you."

    Now that seems to do the trick. Her laughter trails off like a wisp, something strange passing across her face you can never seem to decipher, gone before you know it. She pushes you by your shoulders further down, till your head reaches past her torso.

    "Miss me or miss my blood?"

You snake your fingertips against her thigh, feather-light and uncharacteristically gentle, following an indistinguishable path in search of where she's most sensitive, watching, waiting.....

    "Can't it be both?"

    Her skin quivers when you reach the spot where her thigh and pelvis meet, a violent shiver wracking up her spine, and you're quick to slice.

    The noise she makes is lost to the rush of blood in your ears, eyes following the way the red takes a second too long to bead and trickle down her leg, staining the mattress. Just seeing it is enough to make you salivate. Though your brain is fuzzy, you don't miss the way her boxers dampen just within your vision.

    Your tongue finds the drop that's making its way down, tracing its path back to the root. You lap at the blood that's overflowing from beneath the cut, little kitten licks peppered all around the inflamed skin. Ruby's thighs tighten around your head, calf kicking your back to nudge you forwards. Your tongue clucks, "so bossy."

    

    You close your eyes, press your mouth against her, and feast.

    The heady taste of hers floods your senses, a drop of ink diffusing through your veins, makes you dazed with need and satisfication all at once.

It cuts through to your basal instincts, spreads throughout your body until every part of you is aching for her, makes you bare your teeth and drink till you're full, and she gives it all so easily, her blood spilling right into you. You could spend the rest of your life right here, you think.

    You're so close you can smell her all around you, face nuzzled between her legs. Your cheek bumps against her clit through the fabric with every swipe of your tongue upwards, her fingers in your hair trying to shove you into place, but she's shaky, more focused on holding in her sweet little sighs, and you don't budge. You hum, trying to think through the haze- should you indulge her tonight?

    You lean back, thumbing over her happy trail before hooking a finger into her boxer shorts, pulling them down. You nip at her hip before she can scold you for staining them with blood, "if you say please, I'll eat you out."

    "Fuck off. What am I, posh?" Ruby scoffs, scowling like she's unaffaceted, but you know better. "You're the one who should be thanking me. I'm not getting anything out of this."

    You shrug, swinging one of her legs over your shoulder. "Suit yourself."

    Your mouth is back at the gash on her inner-thigh, but your focus is solely on Ruby now, your body attuned to every reaction from her you can catch. You're being purposefully slow and soft with your touches, kissing around the wound and licking into it and drinking it up the way you would her pussy, the heat and pain blending together seamlessly into pleasure, but never getting close enough to where she needs you most.

   "F-fuck, you're such a tease. Just get on with it already." She huffs out, breaths heavy and fast-paced. You know she's getting impatient now, hips squirming beneath you so bad you have to hold her down. You use your teeth to reprimand her, biting at the edges of the cut where it's barely started to scab over, but it only makes her needier.

    She gasps, trembles, whines and keens, but she doesn't once plead. Holding onto the final remnants of her pride, as if you can't see her get wetter, can't feel her shake and twitch against you. Cute.

    "You can change your mind whenever you want." You smile, blow a little cool air onto her glistening pussy, watch her skin ripple and her cunt tighten, "Just one word, Ruby. You know I can keep doing this forever if I have to."

    She stares down at you, hesitation keeping her hands still, teeth worrying at her lip. Just as you're wondering how long she'll keep this up, how many times you'll have to edge her, she breaks. "Fine- fuck, fine. Please."

    She grits it out with too much sarcasm for your liking, but you let her off the hook, just this once. Your fingers find her slit, swiping through her lips and spreading the wetness all over, the noise loud and obscene. Though she tries not to, she practically preens under your utterance of "good girl", and you're reminded of just how gorgeous she looks melting because of the pleasure.

    "Lift your shirt up f'r me," you mumble, cheek pressing into the meat of her thigh, eyes trained on her, the rest of the world growing fuzzy. She's all you care about- her blown out pupils, the sweat tracking down her forehead, her kiss-swollen lips, the love-bites scattered over her collarbone- the effect you have on her. The heat is making you woozy, molding you into something more tender, "Wanna see you."

    Her immediate obedience has you cooing, eyes tracking the goose-bumps rising over her chest, her hair sweeping over her shoulders like a water-fall. You're quick to reward her, too, fingers finally pressing against her clit, circling the little bud just the way she likes, bordering on just a little too rough.

    "I like this vessel." You lift yourself upwards so you can kiss her again, messier now with the blood slicking up your lips and her moaning openly into your mouth, your fingers never slowing down, "You're so much more sensitive like this. So good for me."

    She gives a full-body shudder, choking on a whine. Her clit twitches under you, cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing, her wetness dripping onto the bed-sheets. It takes you a few seconds (and her hips frantically grinding away from you) to realise what happened.

    You laugh. She kicks at you, embarrassed.

    "That was quick, even for you." You tease, and the way she turns her face away from you has you laughing even harder. "What was that about you 'not getting anything out of this'? Cuz' I think you got off just fine."

    "Shut up. I hate you. Get away."

    "Hey, I take it as a compliment." You're still snickering when she finally turns back to you, and you find your favorite spot within that space between her neck and collarbone again. "It's proof I made you feel good."

    "I'm like some fucking teenage boy getting his first kiss, it's ridiculous." Ruby's voice is petulant, and you don't know how to make her understand you find it hot as fuck, so you settle for sliding your body over hers, finding her hands and putting them on your hips. She hums, smirking, "Think you could last any longer once I have my way with you?"

    "I dunno, can I?" Your voice is playful, and you're both back to playing that little game- letting her think she has control while she grapples for it, throwing biting words till one of you yields to the other.

    "I bet I could make you cum in half that time." Ruby says, thumb rubbing over your lip to clean the blood still lingering. She's always more affectionate after this, body moving on it's own as she touches you all over, trying to map out every inch of your skin with her fingertips.

You know it's probably just the blood-loss, but you like to think it's because she's got a bit of a soft spot for you, too.

[gaygirlruby]

also tmi maybe but i bought myself cute lingerie recently and !!!!! i feel so pretty ack ^_^

[gaygirlruby]

marí's fic is making me think abt the ruby blood-drinking thing i wrote ... i'll try and edit it and post it actually ^_^

[gaygirlruby]

lick it better — ruby ꒦꒷ kinktober day ten ; blood play

cw : gn!reader, smut, softdom!reader, slightly bratty ruby, mentions of switch reader and ruby, minor injuries/cuts, blood play (decently tame; reader licks ruby's small cuts + gives her a few more), knife play, teasing, pet names (sweet girl, baby), let's pretend that demons need to sleep and get tired, 1.2K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

she’s pretending she isn’t, but ruby’s tired when she enters your room. her soft, pretty skin is littered with cuts and a few bruises here and there, probably in a fight with some damn hunters. her legs are sore, you can tell, but you’re sure that those sons of bitches are in far worse of a state than her. that’s your girl.

she sits when you pat the spot next to you on the bed, and you know it won’t take long to get her to break her silly tough girl facade. no matter how many times you’ve had her laying in your arms, she still likes to act more hardened around you than she has to. but you’ll get her to soften up without too much of a fight tonight.

“c’mon,” you urge her, motioning her to get all the way over the mattress with a light jerk of your head. “did they hurt you, sweet girl? let me see.”

ruby rolls her eyes a little, but she obliges and swings her legs up, letting her back settle onto the pillow. you roll a little closer, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. you slip your hands under her shirt, running your palms over her skin for a moment before tugging the garment up and off. she lets you and you hold back a small smile. you’ve already got her.

you run your hands over her, soothing and gentle as you examine the red marks on her soft skin. none of the cuts are too bad, but a few are still bleeding a little. your mouth waters. you lean over more, kissing her collarbone and wrapping your hands around to unclasp her bra. when it falls to the floor, there’s a quiet clink as a small metal piece hits the wood. 

one hand kneads the soft flesh of her breast and your mouth wanders down to kiss at the top of the other. she lets out a quiet sigh and grabs the back of your head. she doesn’t make an effort to be gentle.

“eat me out,” she demands, tone bossy; she sounds so sure of herself. you flick your eyes up to her face, and she looks down at you with a small smirk on her lips.

“you’re funny,” you mumble, dipping your head back down and taking her peaked nipple into your mouth. you swirl your tongue around it and suck with intent. she holds back a low groan, but you hear it anyway.

she gives your hair a tug. “hey. c’mon, listen to me. now.” on other nights you’d oblige. other nights you wouldn’t be able to get away with anything else. but tonight it feels like it’s all just false bravado. ruby just wants to be made to feel good without having to do anything herself.

you leave a good glob of saliva on her tit when you pull away, wanting her to see it well. “i’ll use my tongue on you,” you promise, and yet you don’t sound compromising. “but you know what i want.

without leaving any time for her to reply or once again demand for you to listen to her like a good plaything, how she might call you if you let her, you grab both of her wrists and pin them to the pillows. then your tongue swipes over the gorgeous cut on her shoulder and when you moan softly, she does too.

“let me kiss you better,” you rumble quietly into her skin. “i’ll make you feel good, just let me.” you take her silence as a way to not compromise her pride, but still a submission to you.

you don’t really do much kissing. when it comes to her blood, there’s a whole lot more licking and sucking. the tang of her blood fills your mouth; it’s strong and metally and smells like iron when you push your nose close enough and inhale deeply. and you swear that demon blood is sweeter.

ruby just melts into the pillows, still grasping at your hair, but letting herself relax. she knows you’ll make her feel good. you already are. she’s addicted to your lips latching over her broken skin, your tongue pushing in just a little, and the way you moan at the taste. it stings a little sometimes, but it stings good. and when you’re sort of sweet and gentle about it like you are now—sometimes you’re not—it’s almost soothing. almost like you really are kissing it better. more like licking it better, though. all of it makes her moan soft and sweet, and it encourages you to just keep going and going.

but there’s really not all that much to work with. she’s barely bleeding at this point and it’s not enough.

when you part from her to grab the knife she abandoned on the bedside table, you turn back to see her looking at you with the prettiest expression you could imagine. she fails to hide the sleepiness in her eyes, but she looks at you with this look of teasing affection.

“you’re my little bloodfreak,” she murmurs. you give her a little grin, teeth stained red.

“and it turns you on like nothing else,” you counter, matching her smirk. “c’mon baby. you gonna let me have some more?” she goes to roll her eyes again, but her breath catches when you press the stark cold metal to the skin of her lower belly. her muscles twitch. she’s always so sensitive there. you look at her expectantly, waiting for an answer this time. 

“yeah,” she breathes out.

“good girl,” you mumble, dragging the tip of the knife down to the hem of her pants and watching the way her muscles ripple involuntarily. her thighs squeeze together a little. “let’s get these off first.” you set the knife down on her stomach, a sign to keep still and a way to keep the cool feeling over her skin.. you unbutton her dark grey jeans and pull them down. when she lifts her hips for you, she keeps the knife in place with a hand, just like you’d want, then fingers softly at the intricate handle when she settles back down. but she doesn’t grab it because she knows she’s not allowed right now.

you leave her in her panties, so you can get her worked up while sucking at her sweet blood without really touching her yet. plus, you think it’s a great idea to cut the fabric off her body with her own knife just to hear her bitch and moan about you ruining another pair for her panties.

teasingly, you feel at the wet spot on her underwear. “told you it turns you on,” you murmur. “you’re so wet already.” if she let herself, she’d probably pout. instead, she gives a little scowl, which you find just as endearing, likely more.

and again, you don’t let her retaliate, grabbing the blade from where it rests and dragging a thin, shallow cut across the length of her very lower belly. she moans softly and you soak up the sound of it in tandem with the sight of blood blooming over her skin. you give a little press right above it with the heel of your palm and a bit dribbles down, staining her simple grey panties.

then you set the knife aside, for now, cup her pulsing cunt to make her louder and lap at her blood like it’s your last meal.

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[gaygirlruby]

had a dream where i took a bath w ruby to wash the blood off her then [REDACTED] her . did NOT get cock-blocked by dean this time!! life is good ^_^ ♡

[gaygirlruby]

always thinking about leaving ruby stuck in a devil's trap while you ruin sam just out of reach ♡♡

having to remind sam to lift her head and open her teary eyes, wrenching her thighs apart, to give ruby a show ..... sam who's so fuzzy-brained from your hand around her cock forcing another orgasm out of her but still trying to be good for you, blabbering and crying about how good it feels to ruby ..... praising sam while degrading ruby, asking sam to show off her pretty face to ruby, asking ruby if she's really so pathetic as to get off on being a voyeur..... riding sam or stretching her apart on your fingers and watching the way ruby's cunt flutters in response ..... ruby's fingers finding her clit and trying to relieve that ache but she just can't cum w/out your touch ..... eventually letting sam have a small moment of reprieve, leaving sloppy kisses all over your skin while you scratch away the edge of the devil's trap to let ruby have a turn

[gaygirlruby]

hopinnggg i feel less dysphoric soon so i can read reader-inserts (specifically smut) again .... pls let me be free of these shackles ...

[gaygirlruby]

marí this is gonna END MEEE @_@ above all else i hope you have sm fun with it hehe ^_^

i literally JUST a made draft that says nothing but "sam crying while jerking off . Yeah " LOL and dacryphillia with ruby is so .... @_@ loses my mind i can't even speak on it ..... blood-play is very on the nose for her but i (bloodfreak) am def not complaining lol ^.^ i'm gonna be literally giggling and blushing at whatever you pick these are such good options ....

also WHAT our psychic link lol ... jo thigh-riding supremacy !!! the cunnilingus idea is so hot gosh .... inexperienced jo who's just so eager to make you feel good my beloved @.@ ♡♡

fem!sam with overstim ... we need to milk her DRY !! hehe i can't wait either marí >3> ♡♡

MARÍ HIIII ^_^ ruby for kinktober ??? are you trying to kill me ??? lol >3>

i am very curious what kinks you have assigned for her .... agh so many good ones for ruby but brat-taming is def up there for me >3>

hmm maybe thigh-riding or frotting (maybe overstim) w jo? i feel like she likes smthn messy and like. rlly close and intimate ^.^ thoughts ??

- @gaygirlruby (tagging this blog since this is nsfw ^_^)

LAUREN HI HI HIIIII nooo i'm trying to FEED you HEHEHE i can't wait tbh <333

mmmm brat-taming is too good with her, right now i have dacryphilia and blood play but the second one is up in the air because blood play feels a little obvious lol... might switch it out for brat taming <3

BUT EEE HEHEH so i lied a tiny bit in my post when i said i had no kinks assigned for jo because i was too lazy to explain that i had none for charlie and one for jo, but wanted another one for jo anyways anyways BASICALLY my first thought for jo was literally thigh-riding so that's her first one hehe <3 great minds think alike truly !!!! thigh-riding with jo supremacy heh. my other idea for her is cunnilingus because i'm obsessed with the idea of teaching her how to eat you out for the first time iuashdfkajsfdf

as for overstim i have that assigned to fem!sam hehehehehe... need her crying and whining and writhing underneath me <3

TYSM FOR SENDING YOUR THOUGHTS HEHEHE i can't wait for this kinktober i hope i actually pull it off lmao <3

[gaygirlruby]

one must imagine sam dolled up in pretty lingerie . then promptly imagine said lingerie ripped up at the seams and her skin bitten and flushed and her makeup smeared and her dick barely confined and leaking against the lacey fabric

[gaygirlruby]

i think ruby deserves a bratty s/o also bc it puts her in a position where she'll make soooo many empty threats that she won't follow up on bc she loves making you feel good too much to even try to deprive you. which just makes her look pathetically in love with you

[gaygirlruby]

i just. really really wanna drink ruby's blood from a gash on her inner-thigh T_T where are all the wound-sucking pussy-eating metaphors so i can make this poetic instead of blatantly horny lol

[gaygirlruby]

ruby making you suck on her strap but she's the one who ends up flustered and needy just from watching you ^_^

kinda sub!ruby dom!reader, reader's both sex and gender neutral, messy blurb! minors dni

ruby grabbing you by the back of the head, pushing you to your knees so hard your legs ache with the force of it, "let's put that mouth to good use, yeah?", looking down at you with that sly smile and heady gaze, fingers tugging at your hair, shoving you between her thighs like she thinks you belong there

she's always so demanding, and it makes your fingers twitch with the urge to put her in her place, fuck the attitude out of her- but if she's asking for a show, who are you to deny her?

you lean forward to press your lips up against the tip of the rubber, feather-light and barely there, lathering it with kisses up it's length till you reach ruby's bare skin where the harness is fastened tight around her, nipping at her hip-bone before making your way back down, finally taking the head into your mouth, inch by inch

you know she can't feel it, but still you're determined to make it look so real she wishes she could

ruby's a tease, at first, forcing you further down her cock when she pleases, grinding her hips against your face till your nose meets her pelvic bone, but you don't tear up with the rough treatment or make those whiny little noises like she'd expected, and she starts to falter

you moan against the heavy feeling of it in your mouth, movements slow and purposeful, holding back a smile when you notice how ruby's gaze burns into you, following the way your tongue swirls over the tip, your lips swollen and slick, entranced by your sight. you look up at her through your lashes, feigning innocence, and she gets the sudden feeling she's not really in control

you only get messier, hotter, louder, and ruby's breath starts coming out heaving and quick. her fingers loosen around your hair, tightening instinctively when you suck her strap back in to the base in one smooth motion, forcing it against her aching clit. she has to bite her lip to hold back a whimper, still holding onto her false charade of dominance, though it doesn't last long, especially when your hands grasp onto her thighs to push her even closer

when you finally pull back with a wet 'pop', ruby's panting, wild-eyed and desperate for you. she pulls you upwards, lips melding with yours, and you laugh into the kiss when she murmurs something about riding your face as punishment for the stunt you pulled, as if she won't end up even more ruined after that