#ruby 2.0 x reader

[losers-clvb]

possession sam winchester x ruby x angel!reader

content: mentions of (kidnapping, shackles, punishment via cutting, non-consensual voyeurism), stockholm syndrome, manipulation, coercion, demon blood sam, sam and ruby are possessive and mean, sam is manipulatively soft, ruby is manipulatively mean, praise, language, religious themes, smut (oral sex (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, edging, size kink perhaps, marking/bruising, unprotect piv penetration, face sitting, implied cockwarming), canon typical blood play (think sam with the demon blood, i don't know what else to call it), perhaps some fluff if you twist it enough

word count: 4.9k

note: everyone say "thank you smin!" for inspiring this with our feral chats over messaging. i may have missed some warnings, please let me know if i did. i'll say this until my lungs give out: LET ME INTO YOUR MARRIAGE, JARED AND GEN!!

The cool metal of your runed shackles weighed your hands down, forcing them to rest on your knees.

Here you were, again, praying out for help, again.

It was a lost cause. You’d been locked up here -- some hidden away cabin -- for longer than you could even keep track of. Every prayer, every beg, for rescue had gone unanswered. Still, you couldn’t stop your kneeling against the floorboards of the bedroom, hands clutched together.

“Mmm…,” you heard purred out from behind you, “still at it?”

You ignored the voice. He was cruel. Cruel and mean and so fucking hot that he had lured you into this whole trap.

Sam Winchester was supposed to be kind. He was supposed to be the kind of boy you smile and flutter your lashes at to get whatever you want. Something had changed since your first meeting with the man.

You suspected that something was your other captor, who had been significantly missing for days.

The thumping of boots on the creaky wood floor made you shiver, and you quickly mumbled the rest of your prayer. Cold fingertips grazed against the bit of spine that pushed against the skin of your bent neck. You hated the way you loved it.

“They’re not coming.” Sam hummed. “Your family no longer deems you worth the effort.”

You swallowed, lip quivering. You were scared of Sam, yes, but not because he’d hurt you. He’d simply sat back and watched as Ruby sliced into your skin after your first, and last attempt at escape. You’d looked to him for help. All he had to offer you was a look of faux sympathy. You knew the truth from the shimmer of something dark in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. You didn’t need to explain the apology. It’d been the only thing you’d said since he had caught you in the woods last week, your weak body thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh, I know you are.” He tutted condescendingly, giving you a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He brushed a hand over your hair and you leaned into it. “But bad girls need punishment.”

“Where’s Ruby?” You asked. The words threw him off-guard, but he didn’t show it.

“She’s out. Just you and me right now, angel.” Sam’s voice was so soft, so calming, you’d forgotten your momentary fear of him.

“Don’t call me that,” you immediately responded, but had the sense to add, “please.”

“Oh, so quick to abandon your faith?” Sam raised his eyebrows and you looked away. Your eyes were watering and you felt the need to bite your bottom lip to keep from crying.

You knew it was wrong. You shouldn’t give up. Not ever. That was where angels fell into trouble. They gave in to emotion, to the overwhelming sense of dread when their Father ignored their prayers. You had thought you were better than them, but here you were. You should have known you were weak when you had let Sam, the old Sam, kiss you.

“Oh, my angel.” Sam’s voice weaved into your brain, growing roots into the smallest parts of you. You didn’t correct him this time.

“Remember, they abandoned you first,” he cupped a hand on your cheek, using his thumb to brush away the stray tears, “they left you here to rot. Who was by your side through the days and nights?”

“You,” you whimpered, your chains rattling with your shifting movement, “and Ruby.” You watched a soft but wicked smile cross Sam’s face.

Neither of you acknowledged the fact that the days and nights were his and Ruby’s faults. You wouldn’t be suffering like this if it wasn’t for them abducting you. They’d hoped your loss in Heaven would spur an army of angels for the rescue, an army they knew they could defeat. When no one came for you, the two had come to a silent agreement: you were theirs, forever.

“That’s right,” he cooed. He knelt to your level, eyes raking over your worn nightgown. “And who always knows best?”

“You and Ruby.” You echoed, the names tumbling from your lips on instinct. They’d flipped some switch in your brain long ago, but it had taken time for you to truly follow everything they said.

Alone, you were still that hellbent-on-escape little angel they’d trapped, but in their presences? You grew weaker until all that you thought was what they had fed you.

Sam and Ruby both knew, it wouldn’t be long before you were wholly theirs.

“Mhm,” Sam trailed a finger over your collarbone. He just wanted to feel your skin. The warmth reminded him that you were real.

There had been a time, before Ruby, when he loved you in a way that was holy. He wanted to give you the world. Your risk of falling had kept him from doing all of the things he really wanted. He had dared a small kiss, in the moments before he’d faced a nest of vampires alone. He couldn’t die without knowing how you tasted.

Now, with the demon blood -- Ruby’s blood -- running through him, he wasn’t in the mood to compromise. If you would fall, then he and Ruby would catch you. Heaven didn’t deserve an angel like you.

They did.

They loved you in the only way they knew how, obsession, but it was love, no less.

“Can you take them off?” Your voice was meek. Terror ripped through you when Sam pulled his eyes back to yours. You were tempted to take it all back, beg for forgiveness for even asking, but Sam gave you a sad smile.

“The last time I took them off, I had to chase you through the woods like a rabbit.” Sam was right. The moment your shackles had left your wrists the week before, you had headbutted him in the nose and dashed out the door.

Ruby had tried to snatch you back up, but it was Sam with his long legs who had caught you. He’d knocked you to the ground before slinging you over his shoulder. Your widened eyes had caught sight of the blood streaming from his nose, the fire of rage burning in his eyes, and you immediately started your groveling.

Sobs of “I’m sorry” had left your throat and lungs raw. Ruby didn’t listen. She just sliced away at your forearm with your own blade. Her goal was made clear when you caught sight of the cuts.

She’d carved Mine into your skin. Mine meaning you would never get away from her, or Sam, for that matter.

Sam had pulled you into his arms after that, a pool of your blood staining his shirt. He didn’t care. He simply brought you to your room, a square space with only a bed, and wrapped your arm in gauze.

“I’m sorry,” you had quivered out again.

Sam smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I know.” He had responded before tucking you into your soft sheets and blankets.

That night, he’d fucked Ruby so hard he had seen stars.

“It won’t happen again, I swear.” You promised, shifting your knees again. You took Sam’s hands into yours, wrapping your fingers around them.

“I won’t run. Please, I’ll be a good girl.” You begged, bringing your forehead to where your hands connected. Sam loved this, watching you plead with him to get what you wanted. He wasn’t going to give in that easily, not yet, but it was a nice sight to have.

Then you said those words. You hadn’t known the impact it would have. You were just babbling on.

“Please, Sam,” you hesitated for just a moment, “I love you.”

It had been the first time you had said it. Ruby and Sam had dragged a vague confession-like thing out of you before, but this was the first time you dared to say those exact words. You meant them, in a twisted kind of way. That was the best part for him.

Sam dove onto you, lips smashing into yours. He’d kissed you before. Once as his old self, and dozens of times as this new version. It had only ever been something small, a peck lasting a few seconds if he was lucky.

This was different. He loved you, and you loved him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He wouldn’t hold back anymore.

He moved his lips against yours hungrily. You melted into him, letting your mind drift away to a better place.

His hands worked at your shackles, the lock clicking open with the turn of a key. You sighed when they dropped to the floor. Your wrists were flushed red, the skin raw, but the weight was finally gone.

You stayed true to your word. You didn’t run. You were a good girl.

“Really, Sam?”

Her voice chilled you to the bone. Sam pulled away but you slumped into him, burying your face in his neck.

“Ruby,” Sam said, his hand splayed across your back to hold you close. He didn’t seem all too shocked to see her. You wondered how long she’d been there.

“One mutter of love from her and you’re rolling over like a dog.” Ruby stepped closer into the room, her eyes stuck on you clinging to Sam. “She’s lying.”

“No, she’s not.” Sam hooked a finger into your hair to pull it away from your face. “Isn’t that right, angel?”

You nodded, eyes closed. Ruby frightened you more than Sam. She’d been mean from the start. She’d also shown some softness to you, but nothing like Sam. You didn’t know if it was enough to compensate for her torture.

“Use your words,” he encouraged, tracing a finger on your cheek.

“I love you,” you said to Sam, then, after a second of contemplation, you opened your eyes and looked at Ruby. “And I love you.”

You watched something cross over her face. Something dark and lustful. She twisted her sneer into a smile and you kept your eyes locked on hers while she walked to you.

“She’s not gonna hurt you,” Sam soothed in your ear when you tensed up. “As long as you’re a good girl, she won’t hurt you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from whining when she finally reached you. You were still in Sam’s arms, but he’d moved one of his hands to rest on the back of Ruby’s thigh. Ruby narrowed her eyes.

“I don’t believe you.” She said, a challenging look in her eye. You let out a shaky breath, fear racing through you. She didn’t believe you?

“I-I love you, please, I swear.” You stuttered. You didn’t know what she would do if she thought you were lying. Your forearm throbbed in pain at the memory of your last punishment.

Ruby dragged her eyes to Sam, tilting her head in a silent message. He must have known how to decode her, because a second later he was standing next to her. You were left alone, on your knees, with Sam and Ruby towering over you. They held twin smirks at the sight of your widened eyes.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Sam hummed, turning his head to Ruby, “I don’t believe her either.”

“She likes to lie.” Ruby agreed, nodding her head. Sam still looked at Ruby, but her eyes never left yours. Your pace quickened. They loved the fear radiating from you.

“No, no, I’m not lying,” you rushed out, “I love you, both of you, so much.” You scrambled closer to them, resting your head on Ruby’s stomach. Your hand grasped at Sam’s shirt. “Please believe me.”

“Prove it.”

Your trembling paused for a moment. You tilted your head up to look at Ruby and she smirked. Her fingertips danced over your cheek, landing on your lips. You just watched her, tears threatening to well back up.

“Show us how much you love us.” She pressed two fingers past your lips. You didn’t need to ask what she meant. You knew.

You’d heard them enough, the moans and grunts echoing through the thin cabin walls. They did it on purpose, you’d realized once. They were loud and messy and verbal in an attempt to lure you in. They’d hoped you would give in to their control faster if you heard what you were missing out on. It had worked, not in the way they had wanted, but you found yourself yearning for their dirty words during sex to be aimed at you.

You pressed your tongue against the pads of her fingers, sucking on them.

“Good girl.” She praised before pulling them out.

Your hands flew to the front of her jeans, hastily unbuttoning them. You tugged the denim down her legs, pulling her underwear with them.

“So fucking ready to please.” Sam mumbled, palming himself through his own jeans. He’d have your lips wrapped around him soon enough, but right now he wanted to watch. Ruby weaved her fingers into your hair, helping to guide your mouth where she wanted it the most.

You dragged your tongue through her folds. Your eyes fell shut at the taste.

“That’s right,” Ruby cooed when you got the rhythm down, “just like that, angel.” You looked up at her through your lashes, a swell of pride blooming in your chest when she moaned.

Sam placed his hand where Ruby’s lay tangled in your hair. He interlocked his fingers with hers. They were one, putting just the right amount of pressure on you to get Ruby biting back noises.

You trailed your hand to the front of Sam’s jeans. For a moment, you just brushed your thumb against his bulge, feeling the hard denim against your fingers. He rolled his hips, chasing the friction.

Sam bent his neck down to Ruby’s level. He kissed her hungrily. This was different from the way he’d kissed you. With you, he’d been starved of your touch for far longer. Ruby, he was comfortable with. The passion was still there, but Sam knew the best angle to slot their lips together.

Sam pulled her bottom lip in between his teeth when her mouth fell open. You had flicked the tip of your tongue against her clit and it had the effect you had hoped for.

“Knew you’d be good,” Sam growled at you, sucking on Ruby’s lip before moving to her neck.

With the help of Sam’s hand over your own, you were able to undress his bottom half. His cock sprang free, red and angry.

“I don’t know-,” you started to say when you saw Sam’s size, but Ruby clutched her hand around your jaw, making you look back at her.

“Don’t you love him?” She asked, a cruel spark running through her eyes.

You nodded.

She smiled and used her thumb to swipe up the mix of her arousal and your spit that was glistening on your chin. Her eyes rolled back when she wrapped her lips around the digit, sucking it clean. With a look from her, you knew you needed to do this. No, you corrected yourself, you wanted to do this.

You turned your attention to Sam, who was staring down at you while he stroked himself. He raised an eyebrow.

“C’mon, angel,” Ruby murmured, rubbing herself with her middle finger, “show Sammy how much you love him.”

You hesitated before wrapping a hand around Sam, just above his own. You noted the way your fingertips weren’t able to touch. A squeeze made Sam suck in a breath.

You kissed his leaking tip, the taste of him leaking through to your taste buds. Slowly, you pushed him past your lips. Your jaw dropped further and further as you took in more of him. You stopped when he brushed against the back of your throat.

“Aww, poor angel can’t fit it all in.” Ruby mocked in a sweet voice. She pushed slightly on your head, forcing you closer to Sam’s abdomen. Your breath hitched as you tried not to gag.

A smile twitched onto Sam’s face at the sight.

“See how she’s taking it,” Ruby purred to Sam and pushed you further, “she was made for this -- made for us.”

Sam steadily let the air out of his lungs, dropping his head forward when your throat constricted into a swallow. He swooped his head lower, nipping at Ruby’s cheekbone. He still had his hand twisted with hers in your hair, but he took his other and began to drag circles on her clit.

Ruby’s mouth fell open in ecstasy. You felt the twitch of Sam against your throat when Ruby groaned. In the haze of her pleasure, she rushed her pushing and your nose crashed into Sam’s pubic bone. This time, you did gag. It was too much all at once.

You dug your nails into Sam and Ruby’s thighs, hoping to get their attention to what you were going through. They continued to be enamoured by each other. Sam was pulling on the skin of her neck with his teeth, just enough to leave bruises. Ruby was grinding into Sam’s hand, moans falling from her lips.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. You pulled your head back, straining against their shared hold. Somehow, you slipped out of their grasp. You tumbled back, catching yourself on your hands.

Your chest heaved and you trembled, trying to catch your breath enough. It had scared you, that small moment when you didn’t know if you would be able to come up for air.

“Oh, angel.” Ruby knelt to her knees, brushing your tears away. You didn’t flinch. Ruby loved you, and as long as you were a good girl, she wouldn’t hurt you. “Was it too much?”

You nodded and let her palm cup against your cheek. Sam gathered one of your hands in his, helping you to your feet. You swayed a bit, but ultimately stood your ground by leaning against Sam.

“We’re sorry, baby,” Sam kissed your forehead. He was surprisingly sweet for someone who was still rock hard. You closed your eyes and buried your head in his chest. You felt your hair get brushed back.

“Let us make it up to you,” Ruby kissed your neck. “Let us show you how much we love you.”

You hummed out a response.

They worked together to guide you to your bed. You didn’t know how it would fit all three of you. Sam and Ruby didn’t seem worried about this fact.

Sam gathered the hem of your nightgown up, lifting it over your head to leave you naked. When you regained your sight, Ruby had shed the rest of her clothing. You eyed her like she was the most holy thing you’d ever set eyes on. The flash of mischief in her eyes told you she was anything but.

“Lie back, angel.” Ruby instructed. She placed one hand on your back and the other on your chest, helping you into the position she wanted you in. She left featherlight kisses on you, spanning across your chest, stomach, thighs. She was working you up while Sam undressed himself.

“Fuck, this all from loving us?” Sam asked when he caught sight of your glistening center.

“I love you.” You whined when Ruby tapped a light message against your clit with her finger. Sam and Ruby exchanged similar looks of joy at your programmed response.

This was is it. They knew it then.

You were theirs, all theirs, only theirs.

They took turns going in on you, tongues sometimes mashing together when the other couldn’t hold themself back. You were a writhing mess, but they held your hips steady.

“So good,” Ruby muttered, panting. She nipped at your clit lightly, just enough to make you squeak. She pushed her tongue into you, fucking you with it while Sam slithered up to your face.

“So perfect,” he whispered to you, kissing you. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips. He brushed a thumb across one of your nipples.

“I’m-,” you broke mid-sentence when Sam sucked a mark onto your neck, “I’m gonna come.” Your voice was small.

You grasped onto Sam’s shoulders. He slunk back down your body, leaving bruises with his mouth along the way. You locked eyes with Ruby. She smirked against you and sucked a bit harder.

She saw it in your eyes, the sparkle you got just before you came. You didn’t see the spark of dominance in her before it was too late. She’d pulled away from you, leaving you whining as your high slowly simmered down.

“Not yet.” Ruby slid up to your level, kissing your forehead. You knew better than to argue. Snuggling into her neck, you felt Sam’s hands graze against your skin until they cupped over your breasts.

“Wanna feel you come apart on me, angel.” Sam whispered into your ear. He kissed your neck.

You let out a breathy whine, a quiet and soft noise. Your eyes fluttered shut while they showered you with kisses.

You never felt more loved.

In Heaven, you were a soldier. A pawn in the divine plan. You were used to deliver salvation to humanity, responsibilities of keeping everything as it was supposed to be according to your Father’s plan.

Here, you were appreciated for what you brought to the table. You had no expectations, nothing other than complete obedience. You didn’t have to think. Sam and Ruby loved you, and they would take care of you until the end of days.

You needed to give them more. You needed to show them how much you loved them.

“Ruby?” You asked in a timid voice. Your lips brushed against her skin while you spoke. She smirked, locking eyes with Sam. She was waiting for you to do this. She knew what would come next.

“Yes, my angel?” Ruby answered.

“Can I make you and Sam feel good again?”

Ruby ran a tongue across her teeth, trying not to let you know how much your willing nature was already pleasing her.

“Yes.” She was already guiding you up to sit on your knees on the bed. She motioned to the spot where she wanted Sam and he obliged, rolling over to lay on his back.

“Right here, angel, sit right here.” She instructed, her firm grip on your hips dragging you to rest on Sam’s thighs. You brushed against the base of his cock, making you let out a shaky breath. You were already sensitive after the night’s earlier events, but the knowledge that he would soon be inside of you was enough to intimidate you. The sick part was the arousal that washed over you in tandem with the fear.

Ruby bent down until her mouth was just over Sam. She spit onto him, using it as lubrication to prepare him for you. Not that it was all that needed; you were dripping just thinking about how much you loved them both.

“Come here.” Ruby beckoned. She helped you move over Sam, lining him up with your entrance.

“I’ll be gentle,” Sam lied, assuring you when he noticed your hesitation. He could have been sincere in it, you thought, but you knew his intentions went out the window the moment you sunk down onto him. His eyes flicked to pure black. It was a reminder that his humanity was dwindling. The demon blood was converting his soul to darkness.

You sighed, your head falling back, when you finally reached his base. You sat there, trying to organize your thoughts. Sam didn’t like that. He didn’t want you to think.

He gripped onto your hips, lifting them before letting his own hips follow, slamming himself back inside. You gasped, a moan escaping. Ruby rested one hand on your lower back, the other on Sam’s abdomen, like the puppet master she was. She controlled you both, but her hold on you was stronger than the one on Sam.

“Fits so well,” Sam grunted, pounding into you. You let out a strangled moan. You gripped onto Ruby’s arm, needing to stabilize yourself.

“See what you’ve been missing out on?” Ruby flicked the tip of her tongue against your cheek, pushing her chest closer to you. You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe with the speed Sam was moving at.

That pleased Ruby even more. You were her dumb little angel, listening to everything she said.

She pulled away from you to climb onto Sam’s face. This scene was too much. She needed to come, and she knew Sam was always happy to offer his mouth up for that assistance. She sat comfortably on his face, eyes fluttering shut when he groaned into her.

You watched her with a hazy mind, choking on your breath at the pleasure. When she looked back at you, her eyes were the same inky black as Sam’s had been. It should have sent a shiver down your spine that you were in the presence of such evil.

But Ruby didn’t feel evil. Not when she was pulling you toward her to kiss you so hungrily. This was your Ruby. She loved you, and you loved her.

You whimpered into her mouth when she clawed at your arms, tearing away the bandages. In the haste of trying to prove yourself to Sam and Ruby, your slow-healing cuts had been ripped open. The blood seeped out slowly, not enough to trickle, but enough to drip when it pooled up too much. You hadn’t noticed.

Ruby did. An idea popped into her head, one bred from the desire to be closer to you. She remembered forbidding you from healing yourself after your punishment, and, God, was she grateful for it when her tongue flashed over your arm.

She’d tasted blood before, bathed in it even, but nothing like this. Your blood brought the sweetest sting down her throat. She relished in the fleeting pain. She scraped her teeth against the slices, chasing the high angel blood was bringing to her. You whined as she moaned.

Sam almost protested when Ruby slid back but before he could get a word in, she slammed your forearm down to his mouth. He sucked on instinct and his thrusts stuttered with the tang of your blood.

It didn’t hurt him like it had Ruby. No, it had a different effect on him. It turned the dirty inside him clean, filled him with hope. He felt lighter, almost. Somehow he knew that the mixture of demon and angel blood in his system would make him more powerful than ever.

The thought brought his pace back to life.

His hips were unforgiving on the backs of your thighs, bruising them with every moment of contact.

Ruby reclaimed her prior spot over his face. This time, Sam had her falling apart in minutes. He’d gotten a new spark inside of him with this whole thing. You and Ruby were his girls and he’d be damned if you two went unsatisfied.

A scream caught in your throat when you came. You doubled over, falling to Sam’s chest. It didn’t falter his pumping in and out of you. In fact, it seemed to motivate him more. The clenching of your walls around him had him silently begging for release. He needed it.

Ruby took no time to level her head with Sam’s. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but knowing he was still inside you had her kissing next to his ear.

“Come in her,” she whispered to him, nibbling on his earlobe. Sam groaned in anticipation. He’d been planning on doing it but now Ruby had given him the permission he needed. “Fill her up for me.”

“Fuck,” he seethed when it finally happened. He dug his hips into your ass, grinding up to ensure his release was deep inside. He was able to get in a few sloppy thrusts to guarantee he was completely satisfied before he relaxed into the mattress of your bed.

You were heaving out breaths. You hadn’t opened your eyes since your orgasm, but they both knew you weren’t sleeping. Ruby traced a finger across Sam’s cheek before kissing him.

“Good boy.” She praised, earning her an exhausted smile from him.

“Angel?” Ruby asked softly, skimming her hand over your shoulder. You didn’t move. The only indication you had heard Ruby came from the small “Hmm?” that vibrated from your throat. She smiled wickedly at that. You were completely spent. Still, she wanted one last thing before you fell asleep.

“Tell me again.” She ordered. You needed no explanation, even with your fuzzy mind keeping you from thinking.

“I love you,” you mumbled, shifting your hips. Sam scratched lightly against your back, making your skin tingle.

“And who will love you when no one else will?” Ruby asked. She pulled a blanket over you three, protecting against the cold night air. Not that anyone would get cold tonight, not with your bodies still tangled together.

“You and Sam.” You breathed out one last answer before drifting off. The soothing circles on your spine calmed the part of your brain keeping you from sleep. Ruby smirked proudly, kissing both yours and Sam’s foreheads while you both slept.

“Good girl.” She purred, settling in to watch over you both all night long.

The morning would come, but your fear of them would not. The wounds on your arm would heal into a scar, spelling out their possession of you every time you looked at it. As long as you were a good girl, Ruby wouldn’t hurt you again, a mantra that reminded you to never try to leave them again.

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all alone? ── . ✶ ruby

summary: ruby loves popping in and bothering you at the most inconvenient times

pairings: bi! ruby 2.0 x bi! reader, ruby x gn afab! reader, mentions of samruby, implied future sam x reader warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', fem pronouns are used, mentions of blood, smut with very little plot, masturbation, use of vibrators, voyeurism (slightly dub-con), fingering, squirting, scissoring, some degradation mixed with praise, some aftercare, in the same universe as motel chats but can be read as a standalone, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own word count: 5.7k a/n: ofc my longest fic for spn had to be smut for ruby LMAO. anyways im a freak for ruby and this may or may not be a prelude to something else i plan to write (hint its mentioned in the fic). also i would add more warnings to this fic but i don't want to spoil anything :p anyways enjoy this you freaks <3 ruby masterlist

SOMETIMES, YOU WONDERED why you were even friends with the Winchesters. You were currently standing in the middle of a living room in this seemingly normal suburban house, covered in the blood and guts of the witch that the three of you just killed.

Well, it's more like she spontaneously combusted in front of you, and conveniently, Sam and Dean weren’t in the splash zone of her body imploding, so they were spared from being sprayed by her insides. 

There wasn’t any inch of you that wasn’t covered in blood. You cried internally about the chunks of flesh in your hair that you would have to wash out with the weak water pressure of the motel shower later. You were just somewhat glad that you weren’t sharing a room with the boys because you would use up all the hot water without hesitation. 

You looked at Sam and Dean—the latter looking like he wanted to laugh at the sight of you while the former had a sympathetic smile on his face at your current state. 

You heard Dean trying to stifle a snicker before he saw your fierce glare on him, pretending to clear his throat. 

“This funny to you Winchester?” You asked him with a raised brow, a plan formulating in your head as you slowly step toward the older Winchester. 

He shook his head, trying to keep a serious face on. “Nope, not at all.” Dean hadn’t registered that you were walking toward him, but Sam, being observant, figured out what you were going to do and took a step back from beside his brother. 

You sent him a smile full of mischief. “Then you won’t mind if I do this.” You quickly darted toward him and hugged him tight. 

Dean didn’t have enough time to move, so his shirt and flannel were getting covered in the witch's blood, making him groan your name out. Sam started to laugh at his brother’s misfortune, and Dean managed to peel you off after squirming in your grip, and it loosened after giggling at the sound of his whining. 

Dean registered that Sam was laughing at him and turned to him, a sly smile on his face. “Hey Sammy, can you come here for a second?” 

“I’m good right here actually.” Sam was by the front door, looking ready to run out of the house, not trusting the smile on his brother’s face. 

“Awe come on! Your brother just wants a hug.” Just as Dean finished his sentence, he rushed toward Sam. 

Sam acted quickly and ran out of the house, Dean’s boisterous laugh filling the air as he chased after his brother. You couldn’t help but smile at the sound. It had been a while since you heard him laugh so freely—the threat of Lilith and the angels had been hanging over the three of you for a while, so it was good to hear the brothers mess around a little and pretend that they didn’t shoulder the weight of the world on their backs. 

You looked around the trashed living room, the results of the chaos that occurred when trying to kill the witch. You sighed, your muscles ached, and you could feel the blood drying on your clothes and skin. You glanced around the living room one last time before heading out of the house and smiled when you saw that Dean managed to catch Sam in an embrace—Dean had managed to wrangle Sam’s tall frame into a headlock. 

You shook your head as you chuckled to yourself at the scene in front of you. You looked around the quiet and empty neighborhood, reminding you exactly where you were. 

You whistled sharply. The high-pitched sound caught the boys’ attention–their heads snapping in your direction.

“We should probably get going, the fight wasn’t exactly quiet.” You told them as  Dean let go of Sam, and he straightened up back to his full height.

They both nodded and followed you towards where the Impala was parked on the curb in front of the witch’s house. 

“Hey, could you try not to get blood on the seats?” 

“Shut up Dean.” 

Sam let out a little laugh at your and Dean’s exchange before the three of you piled into the car and sped away from suburbia and towards the motel you guys were staying in. You were pretty uncomfortable the entire twenty minutes you were in the car; the drying blood on your skin wasn’t a pleasant sensation. So when you arrived at the motel, Dean had barely parked the car when you bolted from the vehicle and to your room, eager to wash the blood and guts of the dead witch off of you. 

After you were done showering and getting dressed, Dean knocked on your door, asking if you were coming with him and Sam to the bar he saw driving in. 

You shook your head. “I’m good. Gonna have an early night in.” 

Dean raised an eyebrow at you before nodding. “See you in the morning then.” 

“See you in the morning.” You confirmed before the two of you traded smiles, and you closed the door with a soft click. 

You let out a small sigh of relief. As much as you loved the boys, you really needed time to yourself. Being confined into a singular room with them and without much privacy led you to feel pent up and sexually frustrated being around two conventionally attractive men at all times.

You weren’t blind to the fact that the Winchesters attracted women (and the occasional man) like moths to a flame. You would have definitely slept with either of them at this point in your years of friendship if you didn’t know any better—which you did. 

Which is why you wanted a room for yourself. You remembered the weird looks they shot you when you came back with two room keys instead of one. You explained that you wanted your own room for once and that the money you used wasn’t even yours, so you might as well use it before ditching it for another card. 

You made your way over to your bag, having left it out on one of the beds in your room, and grabbed the small drawstring bag that held your trusty vibrator and spare batteries. You tossed the small bag on top of the comforter before placing your duffle on the ground and turning off one of the two lamps that were illuminating the room.

You climbed into bed, getting underneath the duvet and thin sheet that the bed was draped in, grabbed the vibrator out of the bag it was in, and set it beside you.

You laid back and closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the mattress. Your hands that were lying idle next to you began to wander. Your fingertips skimmed across your bare thighs, slowly trailing up your leg, bypassing the thin shorts you were wearing and up to the hem of your oversized shirt. 

You let out a soft, almost shuddering breath as your hands made their way up your shirt and reached your bare breasts. Your eyes closed at the sensation of your hands caressing and squeezing at the flesh.

You pinched at your nipples, letting a quiet moan escape you at the spark of pleasure that zipped down your spine. Your underwear was slowly dampening with your arousal as you played with your breasts, the tension you were feeling melting away as you let desire overtake your senses.

One of your hands left your breast and made its way back down your body and underneath your underwear. Another moan left your lips as your fingertips brushed against your clit. You let your fingers swipe up the slick that was leaking from your slit and wet your sensitive nub before playing with it, rubbing at it with some pressure as you gripped your breast tightly in the other hand. The coil in your belly slowly grew tighter and faster than you had expected.

God, how long had it been since you were able to have some playtime by yourself? You couldn’t even answer your own question as lust clouded any other thought in your brain.

Harsh breaths were accompanied by low moans that escaped you as you rubbed at your clit and played with your nipple, but you didn’t want to finish so early, wanting to wring as much pleasure as you could before you went back to sharing a room with the Winchesters. So you stopped, you let go of your boob, and slowly retracted your hand from underneath your underwear.

You felt hot with the layers on you but didn’t mind it. You quickly grabbed the portable wand vibrator from beside you before taking off your shorts from underneath the covers—getting lost in the sheets somewhere.

You shifted further down on the bed, your head now resting fully on the pillows as you brought the vibrator down to your now slightly swollen clit. A rush of anticipation coursed through you as the soft silicone was rubbing against you. You rubbed the wand head through your slick before letting it rest on your clit and turning it on.

A soft moan left you as the wand vibrated on the lowest setting. You bit your bottom lip at the feeling, a sigh leaving you as you leaned into the sensations that the vibrator sent through your weeping cunt. You were so wound up that you didn’t really need to think about anything to try and get off, but it didn’t mean that your mind wasn’t going to conjure anything up.

You thought back on a wet dream that you had of Sam a while back. It was a little mortifying that you had it while sharing a bed with him (it may have caused you not to look him in the eyes for two days)—but you weren’t in bed with him now. Your lust-riddled brain didn’t care enough about your embarrassment of thinking about it at this very moment.

You don’t remember how the dream started, but what you did was fuel your craving and satiate your lust-driven hunger as you turned the vibration up on the wand.

Sam’s hands felt like they were everywhere as you felt his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your neck—driving into you with slow but measured thrusts, hitting your g-spot with precision.

"That feel good, baby? Like it when I stuff my big cock into your tight cunt?” Sam’s voice was dark, almost mocking you as the slapping of skin filled the air along with your whines.

Louder moans left your mouth as the vibrations surged through you, amplifying the pleasure that was flooding your veins. You could feel your body flushing with heat as you slowly began the descent into your orgasm.

“You feel so good around me. Gonna fill you up so much.” Sam groaned into your ear before it turned into a grunt, feeling you squeeze around him tightly.

Sam chuckled. “You want me to fill you up with my cum huh?”

You moaned in response, gripping his shoulders tight as he rammed into you. But a whine erupted from your chest when he halted in his thrusts.

He wrapped his free hand around your throat, your eyes flying open at the feeling, meeting his fiery gaze— a roguish smirk on his face.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, please Sam fill me up. I want it so bad.”

“Good girl.” Sam said before pulling you into a rough kiss and resuming his thrusting, going harder and faster than before—making a choked squeal escape your lips at how rough he was being, but you didn’t mind it for a second.

The coil in you was about to snap. You just needed a little more—

“Hmm, didn’t expect this when I decided to drop by.”

The sudden (and unwanted) voice in your room made you halt in your ministrations. Your eyes flew open as you dropped the wand in between your legs. You shot up from your position on the bed to see Ruby standing by the edge of the bed you were in with a sly smirk on her face—her arms crossed as her dark brown eyes looked over your hot and bothered figure.

A scowl made its way onto your lips. “What the fuck Ruby! Why are you here?”

The demon shrugged. “Well I was here to tell you some info I got on Lilith, but I see interrupted something.”

“You think?” You couldn’t help but grumble. The scowl was still ever-present on your face and deepened further at her words. “Couldn’t you have told Sam instead of ambushing me in my room? Besides, I thought he was your favorite out of the three of us.”

Ruby’s eyes glinted with amusement as her head tilted slightly. “I don’t have favorites, but I will say you climbed up the list from the other time I saw you.”

You knew exactly what she was referring to and narrowed your eyes at her, trying to ignore the fact that she ruined your orgasm and that you were half-naked underneath the blanket.

“Great! I’m so honored that I’ve climbed the ranks.” You snarked as you rolled your eyes. “Sam’s at the bar with Dean, you can tell him there.”

“But I wanted to tell you first.”

“Well, I’m a little busy.”

“Yeah, so busy.” Ruby scoffed at you, uncrossing her arms and settling one of her hands on her hip. “Getting off is a pathetic excuse to try and avoid me.”

Your jaw clenched. “Just get to the point Ruby so we can go our separate ways.”

Ruby pursed her lips before a sly smile grew on her face. “I tell you what I know if you tell me what you were thinking about when you were playing with yourself.”

“What the fuck? No! What is wrong with you?” You looked at her aghast.

Ruby just chuckled at your expression before taking off her leather jacket and starting to crawl up the bed. You couldn’t help but sit up as she slowly made her way to you.

“Come on, its a fair trade don’t you think?” She was on her knees by your side.

“I think our definitions of fair are very different. Besides, you came here to tell me something, not the other way around.”

Ruby rolled her eyes at you as she leaned closer to you. “You’re a real stickler for semantics.”

“Yeah, and you’re a real pain in my ass.”

Ruby chuckled again and leaned even closer to you, her breath fanning over your lips. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl.”

“It’s not sweet talking when you’re a demon.”

“Really? Not sweet talking? Then why aren’t you leaning away from me?”

You swallowed thickly. You honestly don’t know why you weren’t revolted by the close proximity of the demon in front of you.

Maybe it was the familiar scent of mint, leather, and tequila that brought you back to the night when the two of you slept with each other for the first time, which made you not recoil from Ruby. Or maybe it was because you were still horny, and you had a feeling that Ruby wanted a repeat of what happened last time.

A beat of silence settled between the two of you. Ruby’s eyes flickered from your lips back to your eyes. You couldn’t help but do the same thing, focusing on the plushness of her lips. You remember how soft and warm they were against yours. You blinked before meeting her gaze once more.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You breathed out before reaching up, grabbing Ruby’s neck, and kissing her roughly.

Ruby couldn’t help but smirk against your lips before kissing you back with the same intensity. She pulled away the duvet that was covering your bare legs before shoving you down back on the bed.

You were a bit breathless from the kiss but barely had time to catch your breath before Ruby’s lips descended back on yours again. Her tongue delved into your mouth, familiarizing herself with your taste again as Ruby slotted herself in between your open legs—her jean-clad center brushing against your bare core.

The harsh material of the denim brushing against your clit made you moan into Ruby’s mouth. Her hands made their way up your legs and to the hem of your shirt. Ruby made quick work of your shirt, her lips leaving yours as she aggressively pulled it off of you, leaving you completely bare to her.

Ruby’s eyes zeroed in on your pussy. It was practically glistening underneath the dim lighting of the room. Her lips quirked up into a smirk before leaning down and pressing her lips against your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin—Ruby’s hands caressing your sides and hips before trailing her lips over the smooth skin of your breasts. She bit lightly at the swell of you breast before she slinked down your body, wet kisses following in their wake.

Your breathing became labored as Ruby reached your cunt. Her kisses were light and teasing in between the soft skin of your inner thighs. She kept you distracted with her teasing kisses. Ruby grabbed the vibrator you were using early and turned it back on, the low hum grabbing your attention.

Your eyes fluttered open, and before you could say anything, Ruby put the silicone head against your clit—a low moan replacing any words that would have fallen from your lips.

Ruby pulled away from your thigh, eyes flickering between your face and leaking pussy. She turned it up to medium speed, a louder moan leaving you at the more intense sensation running through you. Your once-ruined orgasm came hurdling back, the coil winding tighter and tighter and threatening to snap.

“You going to tell me about what you were thinking about earlier?.” Ruby hummed out.

“Y-you mean before you so rudely interrupted?” You could barely spit the words out. Pleasure overwhelmed your senses. “N-not going to h-happen.”

Ruby let out a low chuckle, moving the vibrating head from your clit and running in through your wet slit, lubricating it. “Should’ve known you were going to be stubborn about it.” She murmured before ripping the toy away from you completely.

A frustrated groan left you as you squeezed your eyes shut. This was the third time that you were on the cusp of an orgasm, and honestly, you were close to just pushing Ruby away and doing the job yourself. There was no way you were telling her anything about what you were thinking about.

“The sooner you tell me the sooner you can come.” Ruby was rubbing the slightly slick head of the toy in the crease of your hips. She could tell you were wearing down on the idea, so she put the toy back on your clit.

A pleasure gasp left you. “I- fuck. I was thinking about the last time we slept together.” You were not going to tell her the truth if your life depended on it.

Ruby laughed softly. ““Hmm, I’d be flattered if you were telling the truth.” She moved the toy away from you again before moving up your body, stopping when her clothed figure was draped over yours.

“Tell me the truth and I’ll make you come. It’s as simple as that.” Ruby had a saccharine smile as she batted her eyelashes almost coquettishly at you.

Your lips twisted up in a snarl, irritation flooding your features as you stared at Ruby.

“I bet you were thinking about Sam fucking you.” Ruby’s words made your stomach twist.

You cleared your throat roughly.” How did you-”

“Spells come in handy babe.” Ruby winked at you before moving back down in between your legs again.

You vaguely remember Sam mentioning who Ruby was before she became a demon, and you could only imagine what she did to know what you were thinking about. You jumped at the sudden sensation of buzzing again your already abused clit.

“Was Sam eating you out? Or was he fucking you?” You couldn’t help but clench around nothing at her words. You had no idea why this kind of talk was turning you on so much.

Ruby nipped at your thigh. “Answer me.”

You let out a moan at the familiar words. “Shit, h-he was fucking me.”

“Mmm, hard and rough right? That’s how he usually fucks me.” The sudden image of Sam and Ruby fucking increased the pleasure you were feeling. A keening whine erupted from your chest at the feeling of Ruby’s fingers filling you alongside the toy that was pressed hard against your sensitive nub.

“Ooh, you like that? Do you like the thought of me and Sam fucking each other? Oh who am I kidding, I can feel you clench around my fingers like the whore that you are.”

Ruby’s dexterous fingers were able to find your g-spot with ease and hit it with deadly accuracy. You could feel an unfamiliar but not unwelcome pressure building in your lower abdomen. Your moans echoed throughout the room, along with the buzz of the vibrator against your swollen clit.

“So needy, wanting to fuck me and him at the same time. I bet Sam would like the idea of you joining us.” Ruby cooed, but it almost fell deaf on your ears as your orgasm was building and threatening to spiral out of control.

“I can see it now, Sam fucking you from behind as you eat me out. Or you sitting on his face as I ride him. It sounds like a whole lot of fun to me.” A wide grin was on her face as Ruby felt you squeeze her fingers hard as moans tumbled from your lips.

The scenarios that Ruby was describing were vivid in your mind. The pressure in your abdomen burst, and you all but shouted in pleasure, your orgasm blinding any and all of your senses.

Ruby let out a breathy laugh at the sight of you squirting—soaking the toy, her fingers, and your thighs. She kept moving her fingers in and out of you slowly but removed the toy from your clit and turned it off, tossing it on the other side of the bed.

You could faintly feel a dampness between your legs, but you paid no mind to it as you tried to recover from the pleasure overload you just experienced. You’ve never come that hard before, and it took you a bit to try to calm down. You heard rustling coming from Ruby, but you ignored her as you inhaled deeply and exhaled shakily.

By the time you recovered and peeled your eyes open, you were met with the sight of a nude Ruby hovering over you. You took in her vessel’s tanned skin that was dotted with beauty marks, matching the ones on her face.

“Like what you see?” Ruby teased as her lips brushed against yours.

You didn’t bother with replying, not wanting to give her any kind of satisfaction of a response. Instead, you lifted your head up to capture her lips between yours. It was a softer kiss compared to the ones you shared earlier, but it did the job.

Ruby sunk into the kiss as you reached for her waist. One of your hands made its way up her back, scratching it lightly before you grabbed some of the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled at it. She moaned lightly into your mouth as the two of you kissed.

Ruby pulled away from the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip before removing herself entirely from you. She sat up and grabbed your left leg, moving it so your legs were wide open and maneuvered, so she was almost straddling your leg, but you understood her intention immediately.

Before she could place her pussy against yours, you brought up your hand and rubbed at her wet slit. Fuck she was soaked. You immediately inserted two of your fingers into her.

Ruby let out a husky moan at the feeling of your fingers filling her up, and you pumped them in and out of her a couple of times before she swatted at your hand, making you retract your hand from within her.

You let out a small laugh before it turned into a moan as Ruby placed her wet cunt against yours. She let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of your pussy rubbing against hers. Ruby started a slow grind against you, moans and whines leaving the both of you as the two of you scissored.

“Fuck, babe, you feel so good against me.” Ruby’s voice was thick with pleasure as her hips started to pick up speed. “We need to do this more often.”

You couldn’t answer her but grabbed her hips to help her move against you. You slapped her ass before gripping it tight and trying to create more friction for the two of you. The two of you were uncaring about how loud you guys were as the both of you surrendered to the desire running through your veins.

Although Ruby was feeling her orgasm building, she felt like something was missing. Her eyes went to the toy she just used on you earlier before meeting your eyes. You caught on to what Ruby wanted, so she stopped her movements so you could grab your vibrator.

Once you did, you turned it on—Ruby lifted her hips from yours so you could place the toy in between the two of you before she lowered herself again.

“Fuck!” You and Ruby exclaimed simultaneously. Your moans got even louder with the added addition of the vibrator in between the two of you. You held on to it while your other hand rested on her hips—Ruby’s hands were on your left leg, using it as leverage as her hips moved rapidly.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” You managed to say in between your moans. You could feel the familiar coil winding up in your abdomen.

Ruby nodded. “Fuck, yeah same m’close.” She started to grind harder against you and the toy, sending more heat down your spine, and the tell-tale sign of your orgasm was soon approaching.

“Come with me.” You said as you squeezed her hip hard, your nails biting into her skin. The sharp sting of pain sent a bolt of pleasure down her spine as she nodded.

Ruby’s hips began to stutter and falter as her orgasm hit her, but she was able to keep moving against you, and you soon followed her; your grip on the wand fell. Your and Ruby’s moans filled the motel room as you came together.

Ruby was barely able to lift herself away from your soaked overstimulated pussy. She fell on top of your relaxed leg, pinning it to the bed as you fumbled with the vibrator, just barely mustering up the ability to turn it off.

The room felt warm as labored breaths filled the silence between you and the demon. After Ruby caught her breath, she lifted herself off of your leg, and when she looked back, you were fast asleep. She let out a low chuckle at the sight of you.

Ruby got up from the bed, grabbed your vibrator, and went into the bathroom, cleaning herself quickly and the toy before using a warm, damp washcloth and going back into your room and cleaning you up. You barely stirred as she did, and once she was done, Ruby moved you to the spare bed in your room.

Her stare lingered on your serene face before shaking her head. If Sam’s puppy dog eyes couldn’t make her cold body feel warm then she couldn’t make an exception for his friend. Ruby quickly left your room, trying to drill into her mind the real reason why she was there and “helping out” the Winchesters. But it didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun with you and Sam before everything unfolded.

BONUS!

⤷ Sam’s POV:

Dean had ditched him at the bar, finding someone to go home with the night. He had tossed him the keys and sent him a wink before following the brunette that captured his attention for the night.

Sam shook his head at his brother, but he was glad that he could sleep in a bed tonight and not in the Impala. Soon after Dean left, Sam didn’t feel the need to stay at the bar any longer, so he made his way to the Impala.

Sam secretly wished that you had come with them so he didn’t have to deal with Dean alone, but he understood why you didn’t come after Dean told him when he got back in the room they were sharing before leaving for the bar.

The drive to the motel was pretty short, and Sam was ready to relax and decompress from today’s events. He made his way to his room, glancing at your door briefly. He was debating on knocking on your door but refrained, knowing that you were tired from the day that you had.

Sam unlocked the room, stepped into the dimly lit room, and closed the door behind him. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the edge of the bed next to him as he sat down—the bed spring creaking under the sudden weight. He laid back on the bed, attempting to sink into the stiff mattress before letting out a low sigh.

Sam’s eyes fluttered shut. He wanted to rest for a bit—Sam wasn’t in a rush to get ready for bed since he didn’t have to fight for the shower with Dean.

The room was relatively quiet, save for the occasional car driving down the street. Sam could feel the exhaustion pulling at him, and as tempting as it was to succumb to the feeling, he wanted to shower the day off.

But before he could get up from the bed, a muffled moan caught his attention. Sam sat up slowly, his brows furrowing at the sudden sound. But it shouldn’t surprise him that people were having sex in this motel and the fact that the walls were thin enough to hear the noises.

Another moan filtered into his ears. It was louder this time and seemingly closer. He shook his head and went to get up from the bed before the moans grew louder and louder, and he realized it was coming from the room next to him. Your room.

His eyes widened. Oh. Sam thought as he tried to ignore your whines through the thin walls of the motel rooms. Is that why you didn’t want to come with them to the bar? Because you needed to relieve your sexual frustration, and that’s why you got a separate room from them? Now your shortness with him and Dean made more sense.

Sam’s mind ran through these thoughts as the moans kept growing in volume. A sharp squeal echoed into his room, and he couldn’t help his body’s reaction to the noises coming from your room, his cock hardening in his jeans. Sam knew that he should stop listening in and go into the bathroom and take the coldest shower to man until you eventually stopped or fell asleep.

But his slightly inebriated state didn’t want him to move from his spot. He swallowed hard before unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Sam barely pulled down his jeans and boxers—just enough to pull his cock out, now fully hard and beginning to leak precum.

Sam spit into his hand before slowly stroking his length. A low sigh left his lips as he fell back onto the bed. Fuck you sounded so good. His eyes closed involuntarily as his eyes provided him images of you splayed out on the bed, playing with your pretty pussy— it had to be. There wasn't an inch of you that he didn’t admire— a groan left him as his hand slowly sped up, letting the lust he felt run through him and warm him inside and out.

Then there was a loud shout of pleasure before there was a lull of silence in the room, making him halt in his stroking—his hand still on the base of his cock. Sam had to strain his ears to try and hear your low voice through the walls, but couldn’t decipher what you were saying. Did you have someone else in the room with you? He couldn’t help but feel a spark of irritation at the thought as envy filled his veins.

“Fuck!” He heard you exclaim through the walls. It sounded louder than it should have, but then a higher-pitched moan came through the wall. Why did it sound familiar? The thought was a fleeting one before he started to fuck his fist again.

Sam expected a deeper moan following what he assumed to be your noises, but it was a more feminine moan that came after yours. Sam’s face flushed with heat, and thrusted into his hand harder when he realized that you were with another woman. Shit, that’s hot. Fuck I wish I was in her room watching them right now.

The moans grew louder and louder, and Sam could feel his orgasm fast approaching—his dick was twitching in his hand, and more precum trickled from his tip and down his length, using it as a lubricant along with his spit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Sam heard you say through the wall.

“Come f’me pretty girl.” Sam murmured in response. He felt his balls draw up as his abs clenched in anticipation—feeling his pleasure zip up his spine.

A low grunt left his lips at the sound of your keening whine that practically reverberated off the walls and directly into his ears. Warm spurts of his cum coated his hand and some landed on his lower stomach—Sam had managed to pull up his shirt right before he came. He was grateful that he did, not wanting a ribbing from Dean the next time they went to do laundry.

Sam laid down on the bed for a moment, trying to recollect himself. Both rooms were silent, so he assumed that you and your partner for the night had fallen asleep.

Sam got up from the bed, tucking himself back into his pants, and quickly made his way to the bathroom. He hastily stripped off his clothes and got into the shower, trying to ignore the guilt that was settling in his gut as he cleaned off his cum and the rest of the day off.

Post-nut clarity was a bitch.

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NSFW headcanons - Ruby

Ruby x female!reader 18+

Content warnings : teasing, kissing, begging, talking you through it

Very self explanatory loll, pretty much smut just in headcanon form

Word count ; 891

Minors PLEASE do not interact !!

── .✦ She Takes Her Time Wrecking You

⟢ Ruby’s not just about rough, fast, desperate—she likes to take her time, dragging things out until you’re trembling under her touch. She’ll pin you down, straddle your hips, and smirk as she traces slow, deliberate circles over your skin.

⟢ Every touch is measured, every move designed to make you squirm. She wants to see how much you need her, how worked up she can get you before she finally gives in and gives you what you want. And even then, it’s only when she’s satisfied with how ruined you already look for her.

── .✦ She’s Wickedly Good With Her Hands

⟢ Ruby’s fingers are her favorite weapon. The way they tease, the way they press into your skin, the way she hooks them just right to make you gasp.

⟢ She loves pinning your wrists above your head with just one hand while the other slowly trails down your body, barely touching, making you shiver in anticipation. Her voice is smooth, teasing as she murmurs, “I could keep this up all night, sweetheart. You think you can handle that?”

── .✦ She Talks You Through It, and It’s Filthy

⟢ Ruby has a way with words, and she knows it. She’ll murmur in your ear while she’s working you over, voice low and sultry: “That’s it, baby—just like that. Let me hear you.”

⟢ She lives for your reactions, for the way your breathing changes, for the way you shudder under her. And if you ever try to hold back a moan? Oh, she notices. And she doesn’t like it. She’ll stop whatever she’s doing, grip your chin, and smirk: “What’s the matter, angel? You getting shy on me? That’s cute. But I want to hear you.”

── .✦ She’s Possessive in the Most Sinful Ways

⟢ Ruby doesn’t just want you—she owns you in the most intoxicating way. She needs to see the evidence of what she’s done to you the next day. She loves the marks she leaves—bites, bruises, scratches running down your back. And she definitely loves tracing them with her fingers afterward, grinning to herself.

⟢ If someone even looks at you the wrong way after a night with her, she just leans in close, lips brushing your ear as she murmurs, “They don’t even know who you belong to, do they?”

── .✦ She’ll Make You Beg Just Because She Can

⟢ Ruby relishes in power, and that includes having you completely at her mercy. She likes seeing you desperate, writhing under her, pleading for more. And she makes you work for it.

⟢ She’ll ghost her lips over your skin, barely applying pressure, teasing you with slow, fleeting touches until you’re breathless, frustrated, and maybe even a little teary-eyed from how badly you need her. And that’s when she smirks, tilting your chin up with two fingers and whispering, “You’re so pretty when you beg. Say it again for me.”

── .✦ She Loves Eye Contact, and She Won’t Break It

⟢ There’s something about the way Ruby watches you—like she’s drinking in every little reaction. Whether she’s got you pinned beneath her or she’s taking her time going down on you, she holds your gaze. It’s deliberate, intense, almost intimidating.

⟢ If you try to look away? She’ll grab your chin, tilt your face back toward hers, and smirk: “Uh-uh, baby. I want you to look at me when I make you fall apart.”

── .✦ She’s Almost Too Good With Her Mouth

⟢ Ruby loves using her mouth on you, and it shows. She’s slow, deliberate, teasing you with soft kisses before diving in like she needs to taste you. She takes her time, hums against your skin just to drive you crazy, grips your thighs like she never wants to let go. And when you get close? She knows.

⟢ She’ll slow down just to tease you, chuckling as you whimper, before finally picking up the pace again, determined to pull you over the edge in the most earth-shattering way possible.

── .✦ She Gets Off on How Much You Trust Her

⟢ Beneath all the teasing, the control, the smug little smirks, there’s something deeper in the way Ruby touches you. She’s a demon—she knows she’s dangerous—but the fact that you trust her, that you let her do this to you, that you want her like this? It drives her wild.

⟢ There’s something almost reverent in the way she touches you sometimes, in the way she murmurs your name against your skin, in the way her hands shake just a little when she pulls you close after.

⟢ She won’t say it out loud, but she loves you in a way that’s all-consuming, and this is how she shows it.

── .✦ Her Aftercare Is Rough Around the Edges, but It’s There

⟢ Ruby’s not soft, not exactly. She’s not the type to whisper sweet nothings or cuddle up like a lovesick fool. But after? When she’s completely wrecked you? She’s there. She’ll tuck you against her, run her fingers through your hair, maybe press a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

⟢ She won’t say much, but she does murmur little things under her breath—“You good, sweetheart?” or “Damn, look at you. You okay?” She’ll smirk, tease you a little “Didn’t think you’d last that long, but you proved me wrong” —but if you’re too tired to move, she’ll get up, bring you water, and crawl right back into bed beside you like she never left.

Liz talks : this has been in my drafts foreveerrrr lmaoo but I wanted to get something out tn and I lowkey haven’t felt like writing anything so here’s this!!

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[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.

[vagabond-umlaut]

tryst, too tempest

Icarus fell for loving the Sun.

You will, for loving your lover.

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; 1.1k wc; comprises of elements inspired by the tale of 'hades and persephone' & 'fall of icarus'; warning: sukuna is sukuna, so expect the expected [mentions of violence, murder, cannibalism]; warning 2.0: the reader is not very keen to leave or not love her husband; uraume is the BEST WINGPERSON none of you two ever deserved but still got; FLUFF & ANGST & A MADLY DEVOTED LOVE YOU AND SUKUNA FEEL FOR EACH OTHER

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' – same universe as the work 'six seeds, like rubies...' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Foul winds howl through the land, the first year of your life as one Ryomen Sukuna's wife.

Servants cower before you the moment your shadow falls within their field of vision, yet their gaze stays steeped in pity and envy the entire time it remains trained on your feet. Grocers mumble to one another, eyes looking away when you move to look at the things in their shops. Even the very flora and fauna, you loved so much growing up, writing poems on them from the day you knew how to pen a poem– even the same flora and fauna feels so foreign to you—

"You do realize your importance to Master, don't you?"

Uraume's quiet question floats in through your thoughts, much akin a gentle breeze creating small ripples over the water surface. You smile. "Given how I haven't been eaten by him or sent to be murdered by his subordinate curses, I think I do."

Emotion, too similar to humor, flits across the mien of your husband's loyal follower — you decide not to think much of it. Too many days of having only them as someone to speak to, outside of requesting for a second serving of the soup or asking for the cost of yukata, has led to you imagining a smile on a person who is famous for their poker face. Shaking your head, you return to your poems, the quill fluttering over the roll of parchment you found lying at the breakfast today morning, and let out a content sigh — only for your peace of mind to be broken by the bursting of a guard into the garden, appearing too terrorstruck to utter a single coherent word.

It takes you nothing save one glance, moving from him to Uraume to your ink-stained fingers, before you find yourself keeping the papers on the ground beside and rising, feet breaking into a hasty giddy run down the corridors of the palace to the throne room where, certainly enough–

"I was under the impression you've run away in the extra while I spent sleeping, wife."

The world around you comes to a dead stop as the visage of Sukuna comes into your line of sight; you feel your heart skip two beats then begin a thundering rhythm against your ribcage.

Four years ago, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have given them a second of your time before walking away with a polite excuse.

One year before, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have huffed a quiet laugh. The first two have already come to pass (with too many lives lost and too many lives threatened) — yet the very last prediction? You would have considered it to be highly improbable, if not outright impossible.

Yet, now, if someone were to tell you the same three things, you think you wouldn't have shown much of a reaction. You would have simply turned to that 'someone' mentioned in the prediction, and gazed and gazed and gazed–

"I left the roll of parchment you bought for Mistress at the breakfast table, just as you asked, Master," Uraume's voice cuts your thoughts into half and you twist to catch them offer you both a very deep bow before hurrying out, to the left towards the kitchen, four baskets full of radishes in their arms.

You look back at your husband, only to find him seated stiffly on his throne, eyes landing anywhere but you. Stifling a giggle, you tilt your head to the side.

"Why do you act so embarrassed, my king?" you ask, stepping a timid step towards him, then another. Gleaming ruby eyes dart to your face then to your approaching feet. Something tingles through your veins. Climbing the stairs leading to him, you hum, smiling, "I don't think it's embarrassing – quite the opposite, in fact. To me, giving one's wife a thoughtful gift as that... it seems quite adorable to me."

"Be careful of your words, woman," the King of Curses growls, rising and taking a large menacing step in your direction; your smile grows intentionally too innocent, which does apparently nothing to quell his increasing fury: the precise outcome you've been wishing so fervently for.

He pulls you by the waist, flush to himself and lowers his lips close to yours, tantalizingly so. He smells very strongly of those bath salts you bought from a travelling merchant three moons back; faintly of blood and death, of the priest he diced last night after dinner — you wonder if you're worthy to be called a human, after finding the curse you have sworn yourself to forever, so terribly dear despite these.

Certainly not — but you reckon you're too far gone to care anyways, so you stop wondering such things – and lift yourself on your tiptoes to brush your lips with your husband's, then pull away a touch, words leaving your lips in a breathy whisper.

"What if I'm not careful with my words? What will you do then, hm? Will you devour me like the monster everyone says you are? Or, will you throw me away like everyone warns me you will one day– when you find someone prettier, smarter, better than me, huh?"

Two moments pass in pin-drop silence between the two of you.

Barking a noisy guffaw, Sukuna weaves his fingers through your hair, still damp from the bath you took a short time ago, and plants a deep kiss to your lips. Then parts his lips from yours, although a mere hair's breadth away, and grins, features teeming with that exotic species of malevolence you never saw yourself regarding to be charming.

Until your gaze met with his, one fated evening, that is.

Your nails dig crescents into the broad muscles of his shoulders.

Your lover's grin sharpens. "Let time tell the tale— yes, my queen?"

The next morning, you find a dozen or so heads waiting for you at the breakfast table, severed by a neat slice at the root of their neck– eyes and mouths which once looked down on your wedding with the King, frozen forever now in a scream of terror.

Forsaking the wonted theme of nature, you decide to pen a poem on scathing, soothing love, instead.

or... everyone: your husband is a despicable monster!!! you: uh-huh everyone: he might leave you for someone better!!! you: uh-huh everyone: you better not stay in this union anymore. you: nuh-nuh. i'm so gonna stay and love and fuck my hubby <3

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[physalian]

Exposition 2: Naming New Characters

This post is brought to you by one of the worst line deliveries in the history of Supernatural: Sam’s reveal of Ruby 2.0 in “Lazarus Rising”. Also a companion post to not playing The Pronoun Game.

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Introducing new characters to a scene and figuring out the precise moment to announce their name without sounding clunky can be very tricky. So let’s break it down into three scenarios:

Name is known by the narrator to be given in narration

Name is either known by the narrator, to be given in dialogue, or known by another character

Name is not known to anyone in the scene but the new character

Scenario 1: Name via narration

Personally I don’t have any problem whatsoever with: “This is character, they do X.” It’s quick, inoffensive, and doesn’t need to get convoluted and over complicated.

Now, if this is meant to be a reveal to the audience, you’ll have to play the Pronoun Game for a bit until you pull the trigger (so long as it is motivated and reflects back on the characters and isn’t just because the author is bad at suspense), but I’d recommend reworking the scene so your narrator discovers this information with the reader for the lowest risk of confusing your audience.

Generally I think if you introduce a new character into a scene via epithet, then in the next paragraph have the narrator use their name, I think the audience is smart enough to pick up on: “new entity has arrived on stage = unfamiliar name must belong to them” so you can even skip the exposition tag entirely.

The cook returned from the dining room, freshly traumatized by a wild Karen. Tyler took a breath, steadied themselves, and resumed their station.

Scenario 2: Name via other character, or dialogue

This is the aforementioned Supernatural blunder. There doesn’t appear to be a clip for this specific scene on YouTube so the moment in question:

Ruby: [Walks in through the back door] “Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time.” Sam: [Sighs, and contemplates all his life choices that led to this moment] “What the hell’s going on around here, Ruby?” [Pause for dramatic effect and damn-near looks into the camera]

Ruby’s “Sam” is delivered seamlessly and is flavored with some dry wit, in character for Ruby.

Sam, on the other hand, not only pauses before saying her name, but emphasizes her name in a completely unnatural way. I didn't do it justice here explaining how clunky this is, just trust me.

Nothing sounds or reads quite so juvenile like awkwardly tacking on a new character’s name to dialogue when no real person would talk like that. The line serves purely as exposition and it’s glaringly obvious and uncreative?

How to fix? As I said in my other exposition post: Make it motivated. Have the name reveal come with either inflection, tonality, or dual purpose so it’s not just exposition.

Meaning:

Have speaker be trying to get the person’s attention, and call their name

Have the speaker admonish the person, using their name

If this is a happy reunion, have the speaker excitedly exclaim the name

If this is a bad reunion, have the speaker mutter, growl, whisper, or grumble the name

If this is a surprise reunion, have them speak the name like a question

Have the speaker use a nickname the new character doesn’t like, prompting a correction to their real name

Have the speaker blank, prompting the new character to supply it, while offended that they forgot

Have the known character introduce the new character after a few exchanges that isolate the narrator, prompting an explanation a la “Sorry, this is X, they’ve been my friend for years.”

Scenario 3: Name via new character

Very similar to above with the same advice: Make it motivated and double as clueing us in on something either about the new character, or about the characters’ relationship with the scene, or how they see themselves, or how they expect this meeting to go.

If they’re bold, sassy, or snarky, they introduce themselves like they expect their audience to be impressed

Or, if they expect that name to already be known, and are surprised or irritated that they must introduce themselves

Straight up, have someone ask them who they are if they’re not supposed to be there

Or have someone ask them in a social faux pas, blurting out the question and then being embarrassed by doing so

Have the asker be rude, demanding an introduction where it might otherwise not be appropriate

Have them introduce themselves with uncertainty, if they’re shy or unsure about where they’re supposed to be

You get the idea? Whatever it be, make it be in character, and you’ll pull double-duty (as most exposition should) both naming your character and immediately establishing a relationship between your characters.

Scenario 4: When plot demands you must wait

Bonus! This happens when asking for a name would ruin the pacing and be wildly out of place in whatever’s happening (like mid-fight scene), or the narrator is unable to ask for plot reasons.

In which case, this still can pull double-duty by having your narrator come up with their own way of identifying the person: maybe they come up with a cute or insulting nickname, or a unique feature stands out that they’re jealous they don’t have, or there’s an identifiable piece of clothing or uniform to call them by their profession (works well for a group of distinct unknowns), or they’re acting in a suspicious fashion and can be labeled with a derogatory adjective.

At which point, narrator can either sleuth out their name themselves or it falls into one of the previous three scenarios.

Point being, once again, you are establishing a relationship between these two characters as soon as they’re on page together. Your exposition is pulling double-duty.

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Pollen | Dreams | Fairytales | Zanna | and some things more nefarious.

Pollen

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, Wincest adjacent

Words: 2K

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Prompt: Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 1K

Bad Girls Underneath -  Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Dreamy/dreams

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1,100

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings/tags: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2K

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 620

Fairytales

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

More Nefarious *dubious consent

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Zanna

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

[losers-clvb]

what friends are for ruby x female!reader

content: best friend!reader, college au, bisexual!ruby, unlabeled!reader, samruby mentioned (hooking up, there is no cheating here), smut (marking, finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk), inexperienced reader, reader's jealousy mentioned

word count: 4.4k

note: mommy ruby is here to take care of you (no mommy kink, though)

“Oh my God,” Ruby huffed, throwing closed the door to your shared dorm room.

You looked up from your laptop, frowning. She looked back at you with the biggest smile you’d seen from the girl.

“What?” You asked, though you weren’t all that surprised from her reaction. It wasn’t an unusual thing for Ruby to come back looking like she was floating on a cloud. You supposed that was what happened when you had a man like Sam Winchester touching you in all the best places.

“Sam…,” Ruby sighed. She climbed onto her bed, laying on her back to stare at the ceiling dreamily.

Jesus, you thought. She was never like this.

“Yeah, I know about Sam.” You breathed out, turning back to your homework. You had heard about every inch of that man’s body, down to the little freckle he had on his hip bone.

You were happy for Ruby, you really were. She’d been your best friend for longer than you could remember. You did everything together. Elementary school, middle school cheer teams, high school graduations. You were even each other’s dates to prom. Matching dresses and everything. Your classmates and families always teased you two, egging you both to “just admit you’re dating already.”

It got harder to deny the lesbian lover rumors when you realized your very real feelings for her. You hadn’t thought much about your sexuality. You liked who you liked and never acted on it, that was what mattered. It wouldn’t do any good to put a label on anything when you didn’t even have the confidence to tell your best friend that you were in love with her.

You still listened to her stories of hookups and dates gone wrong. You would chime in with little comments, ignoring the simmering jealousy in your chest. If Ruby noticed, she didn’t say anything about it.

“That man is a god in bed, babe.” Ruby smirked, turning to rest on her side. She propped her head up on her hand, looking directly into your eyes. “I squirted.”

You let out a little laugh and tried not to let it show that you were imagining what she had looked like in that moment.

“Hmm, that good, huh?” You smiled, eyes tracing over the curve of her lips.

You didn't mind Sam. He treated Ruby well. You knew she could be quite the little demon when she felt like it. He was nice to you, attractive, smart. There was just one thing wrong with him.

He got to fuck Ruby every night while you buried yourself in your blankets.

You should be the one tasting her. You should be able to know exactly which spot makes her moan the loudest. It should be your name that she’s screaming out when she comes. What gave Sam the right to all that knowledge?

“Fucking incredible.” Ruby practically moaned, falling on her back again. She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head while thinking of that moment again.

You squeezed your thighs together and looked away. Yep, that moan was getting stored away for later.

You could already imagine the things that would come to mind once you were able to squirrel away some private time.

Ruby down on her knees in front of you, lips coated in your arousal, her pupils blown beyond belief and it was all for you. She swoops her head down again, tongue flattening against your clit.

“Fucking incredible,” she moans and inches her fingers up your leg before pushing--

“Are you listening? Hello?” Ruby interrupted your thoughts, looking at you with furrowed brows. You nod, far too quickly for it to be natural, but it doesn’t matter. She’s already going back into her monologue about Sam.

“He’s just so hot.” She was pretty much growling as she spoke. “And his fingers! They were hitting the right spot every time. You know what I’m talking about, right?”

You rolled your neck, sighing at the crack of your joints.

“You know the answer to that.” You reminded her of your ridiculously miniscule love life. There were no partners, no random hookups, not even a good sext with someone on the internet. You had no interest in it, not when the girl you really wanted was now looking at you with her head tilted.

“I didn’t know if you’d kept some secrets from me.” Ruby teased, fully sitting up now. She pulled a pillow into her lap, leaning into it, closer to you. You scrunched your nose, smiling just enough to show a sliver of your teeth to her.

“As if I’d ever keep anything from you.” Your eyes dropped to her chest and lingered for a moment. The swoop of her neckline left little to the imagination, not that you had to use much imagination when it came to Ruby.

Being childhood best friends meant being very close. Most times that meant changing in front of one another, chests bared to each other. Sometimes it meant being tasked with taking erotic photos of Ruby for her to share with her lovers.

You called yourself a creep every time you used the imagery of her lace-covered body as fuel for your orgasms.

“Okay, fine,” Ruby laughed. “When you touch yourself--,” she held a hand up to your mouth opening in protest, “I know you do, don’t deny it. When you touch yourself and use your fingers, it feels good.” She said it like it was a fact she already knew.

“I don’t do that.” You simply replied, finally dragging your eyes away from her.

“I told you not to deny it.” Ruby’s voice was flat. She was tired of this. She’d always wondered why you weren’t open about your masturbation with her. You shared every other scrap of information, why not this? “No, you’re right, I do touch myself.” You forced your gaze to zero in on a word that, under the sudden attention being on you, was starting to look like an incomprehensible string of letters. “I just don’t do it like that.”

A beat of silence made you look up. You frowned at her look of incredulity, all parted lips and narrowed eyes.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like there was one way to get yourself off.

“You don’t “do that”?” Ruby scoffed. With the shake of your head, her mouth snapped shut into a frown. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Just don’t wanna.”

“You’ve never even tried it?” Ruby pushed the pillow from her legs and shuffled to the edge of the bed. “Not once?”

“I mean, I did, once,” you fought down the blush creeping up, “but it didn’t feel good.”

Ruby frowned.

“How did you do it?” She asked. She said it so casually, like you two were talking about the weather. You pushed your brows together, the confusion evident on your face.

“What?” It came out as more of a scoff. You’d expected her to just drop the conversation as a whole, maybe with a little laugh. But not this.

“It’s not a trick question, babe.” Ruby looked at you expectantly. “How did you finger yourself?”

“I-I don’t know,” you were flustered now, cheeks burning, “I just did it.”

“Show me.”

You choked on your breath. What the hell?

Show me. Ruby’s voice rang in your head, filling your stomach with desire. You inconspicuously squeezed your thighs together.

“C’mon, we’re best friends, right?” Ruby tilted her head, pulling her bottom lip into her teeth. You saw the flash of mischief in her eyes, the same one that had gotten you two in the back of a cop car for skinny dipping at the age of sixteen.

“What--how--Ruby, I can’t.” You were stammering now, trying not to look at her.

“I just wanna help you. Can’t have my girl going unsatisfied.”

My girl. Jesus. She doesn’t even know what the hell she does to you. Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s why she’s doing this, why she’s climbing off of her bed and sauntering to the edge of yours.

Ruby gently curled her fingers over your laptop, placing it off to the side. She leaned onto her arms, hands flat on either side of your thighs. If it were any other person, you would feel trapped. Ruby? She was the hottest captor you could ever hope for.

“Let me see how you touch yourself.” Ruby purred, looking into your eyes, daring you to do it. She knew you weren’t shy but you were less intune with your sexuality than her.

She was the one who’d gifted you with your first vibrator. She’d been the first one to lose her virginity and had promptly called you with every little detail. It had taken an insane amount of begging for you to even tell her your celebrity crush.

You told her everything else. She didn’t know exactly why you were hesitant to share your horny thoughts with her, but she was starting to suspect your reasoning when she would catch your eyes lingering for just a second too long, or when the flare of possessive jealousy sounded in your words.

Ruby didn’t mind. She was possessive of you too.

“You really wanna see?” You asked, eyes wide.

“Isn’t that what friends are for?” She shrugged, slowly sliding her hands to the sides of your shorts. She tucked her fingers into the waistband, the tops of her manicured nails pressing firm against your skin.

You refrained from telling her that most friends, in fact, did not watch each other get off. You didn’t want to ruin this moment. This was a dream come true. Even if everything would go back to normal after this, with Ruby under Sam and you under your blankets, you would still have this to look back on.

You rested your hands over hers, both of you guiding your shorts and underwear down your legs. She caught sight of your panties, black lace with a little bow on the front.

“Are these the ones I picked out?” She asked, smirking. She knew the answer.

“They’re my favorites.” You smiled. They were, ever since that day when she’d pulled them from a drawer at the lingerie store. You two were there for her, picking out a set to wear for Sam, but the moment she laid eyes on the lacy black set on the mannequin, she knew it was perfect for you. You didn’t argue, wanting to please her in any way you could.

“Gotta spread your legs, babe.” Ruby tapped your knee lightly. You stared at her, unmoving until she shot you that sweet smile you loved so much.

You moved slow, pulling your knees up and apart. With another look at Ruby, you slid your hand between your thighs.

Usually, you would have worked yourself up, eased into rubbing over your center. You were nervous, making this entire situation that much more difficult. You immediately prodded at your entrance, wincing at the pain.

“See, doesn’t work for me.” You shrugged, snapping your legs shut and pulling a blanket over your thighs.

Ruby frowned.

“You didn’t even try.” She huffed.

“Yes, I did, Rubes.” You argued, avoiding eye contact with her.

“No, you didn’t.” She looked around the room, then back at you. You frowned at the smile pulling on the corners of her lips. “Let me show you how to do it.”

Once again, Ruby had you stumbling for what to say.

“N-no…you-what?” You stammered, blinking. You prayed you didn’t look too turned on.

Ruby ran her tongue over her teeth, looking up at you through her lashes.

“I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.” She made it sound so innocent, like she wasn’t asking to help make you come. You looked into her eyes, watching the swirl of brown get swallowed up by her lust-blown pupils.

“You take care of me every day.” You replied, soft and sweet. And she really did.

Sick? She was at your bedside with water and a bowl of soup, spoon-feeding you. Stressed? She massaged your shoulders and did what she could to help complete your assignments. Insomnia-ridden? She crawled into your bed, curling up against your back and stroking your hair until you were snoring softly into your pillows.

“Yeah, I know.” She tilted her head and shrugged. “So let me do this, too.”

You didn’t stop her from crawling onto your bed, or from settling in behind you, or from brushing your hair back from your neck.

“Can I touch you?” Ruby’s voice was breath into your ear, a sultry slur that had a shiver running down your spine.

“Always.” It just slipped out. You didn’t mean for your response to sound so… desperate. You bit your tongue to stop a defense from flowing out. Ruby always told you to stand by your words, which you never had a problem with unless it was with her.

She smiled into your hair and began to touch you. It was featherlight at first, just a ghosting of her hand over your thighs, hips, waist. Your core, already slick from simply imagining what Ruby would do to you, fluttered with the brush of her fingertips under your shirt.

“Is this working?” She whispered into your ear.

“Mhm.” You hummed. You don’t know why she even bothered to ask. She knew it was working, she knew what you liked, maybe more than you did.

“Good.” Another sigh of breath into your ear, but this time, a gentle kiss on your pulse point followed it. You leaned into it, feeling her lips parting, teeth grazing, tongue pressing.

A low whine squeaked out when her fingers pressed up against your hip bone. She let out a low chuckle, kissing down your neck.

Her hand creeped up your hoodie, making way to your chest. She paused at the feel of bare skin under her hand. She’d expected lacey cloth.

“No bra?” You could hear the playful smirk in her voice. You let out a shaky breath.

“Didn’t think I needed one.” You practically rushed it out. It was the only way to avoid your voice breaking when she cupped a breast, soft and gentle.

“Smart girl.” Ruby circled her thumb around the sensitive skin of your breast, teasing the edge of your nipple.

“Start like this,” she spoke into your ear like a sexy teacher, “slow, teasing,” she just barely brushed her thumbpad against the peak of your nipple, “work yourself up.”

You panted the whisper of a groan out.

“Mmm…,” she hummed, her eyes fluttering shut, “you sound so pretty, babe. You know that?”

You shrank into her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest pressing against your back.

“You always sound so fucking pretty.” She finally pressed her fingers on your nipple, earning her a moan muffled by your tight-closed lips.

Ruby shifted her attention to the opposite breast, giving it the same aching tease.

“I hear you, at night, when you think I’m asleep or too drunk to remember.”

Her words made you freeze. No. There were only a few times you dared to do it with her in the room. You always made sure she was sleeping first, always making sure she was taken care of before you took care of yourself.

“You think you’re quiet, but I always hear you,” she pinched your skin lightly. “Always.”

You tried to talk, to tell her you would try harder to be quiet, but her teeth grazed on your shoulder, cutting you off.

“What do you think about?” She licked onto the bite, observing the skin. It would bruise with time, leaving a trace of her when all of this was over.

“Noth-,” you began to answer before she landed a gentle smack on your thigh. You’d forgotten about that other hand, lingering on your hip.

“Don’t lie to me.” She warned, kissing your neck again. “I can read your mind, remember?” She said it so cheekily.

I can read your mind. She’d said it almost every day since second grade, when you two had watched some made-for-TV kid’s movie about a pair of telepathic best friends. Little-Ruby had declared it to be a direct parallel to real life, claiming you two were going to start reading each other’s minds. You played along for a few years, eventually dropping the joke sometime around middle school. Ruby never did.

“What makes you moan so pretty, baby?” Her words made you melt into a whimper, mouthing parting to let the sound pass.

“You.”

You’d expected some surprise, maybe a rough push and a yell about how weird it was to get off to the idea of your best friend. Just like she continuously did, she surprised you.

“I knew it.” She muttered with a grin.

“You… you’re not… mad?” You didn’t know how to ask it without it sounding pitiful. The anxiety and shock flooded the room, making Ruby frown.

“No, no, babe, I could never be mad at you.” She cooed, fingertip circling your nipple. “I can’t blame you. No one can resist all of this.” She joked, easing your nerves.

“Shut up.” You laughed. The noise morphed into a small gasp when she nuzzled into your neck, nosing against your shoulder.

“I do it too.” Ruby admitted.

“Think about… yourself?” It was a weak guess. You knew what she meant, but you didn’t have the confidence to say it out loud.

“Yeah.” She nodded, a sigh blowing air onto your skin. You furrowed your brows, angling your head to look her in the eye.

Her poker-face shifted into a wide smile, a laugh bursting from her. You blushed, forcing down your own laughs.

“You’re mean.” You looked down with a smile, chewing on the inside of your cheek. She was doing this on purpose, you realized. Lulling you into normalcy to help you through this situation. As always, taking care of you.

“I meant it.” Ruby continued her strokes on your breasts, tapping her fingers lightly on your sternum on her way back down. “I think about you, too.”

“A lot?” You had your hand on her knee now, knuckles bending to grip down when her hand splayed across your stomach.

“Enough.” She shrugged. “You were my first crush-ah, second crush, first was Meg Ryan.”

“Meg Ryan.” You echoed at the same time, a breathless kind of sound due to her fingers ghosting against your inner thigh.

“Do you know how hard I come to the thought of you?” She whispered into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe to pull a whimper out of you.

Your chin quivered. It was a wonder your teeth hadn’t broken skin with how hard you were biting down on your lip.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You mumbled, hooking your hands into the bend of her knees. You held her close to you while she traced lines over your skin.

“Didn’t know if you were into it. You’re kind of a prude when it comes to sex.” You felt her smile against your neck.

“I’m not a prude, Ruby. I just don’t sleep with the entire chem class.” You bit back jokingly. She laughed, chest rumbling.

It was a common joke between you two, started in your junior year of high school when some guy started to spread the rumor that Ruby had let your entire chemistry class take turns on her. Ruby’s defense, to his dismay, was to confirm the rumors.

“Getting more pussy than you, bro.” She’d called across the cafeteria before slinging an arm over your shoulders, waiting to laugh until you two were in the privacy of the hallway.

“You don’t talk about your sex life with me.” Ruby continued, slowly pushing your legs apart. Air rushed over your newly exposed skin, making you shiver.

“I didn’t want you to think I was a creep.” You watched her hand brush over your thighs. You sucked in a sharp breath when she hovered her hand over your center.

“For what? Thinking I was hot?” She laughed. Her fingers twitched in waiting. She still didn’t touch you where you really needed it.

“For wanting to taste you.” You forced a whine down. “Or to hear you moan, see what you look like when you come.” You didn’t know why it felt okay to lay it all out like this. Maybe it was her lips sucking a mark onto your neck.

“You really want to make me come?”

“Ye-,” you started to answer, but Ruby cupped her hand over you, curves of her fingers slotting against your folds. You choked on your words, your grip on her tightening.

“Maybe after this,” she hummed, lips grazing on the shell of your ear, “gotta take care of you first.”

You felt her swipe through your slick, gathering it up. She lifted her hand to eye-level, showing you the mess as if you didn’t already know how wet you were.

“After you tease that pretty little body of yours, you want to make sure your fingers will slip right in.” She brought her hand to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the two soaked digits. “Mmmm…,” she moaned.

You opened your mouth just like she wanted when her fingers drifted over. She slipped them in, letting you taste her saliva and the remnants of yourself.

“Good, isn’t it?” Ruby’s eyes were trained on your mouth as you sucked. You watched her expression as you twirled your tongue around the tips.

“If you aren’t as wet as you should be, just-,” she shoved her fingers deeper, making you gag, “-use your spit.”

She dragged her fingers out, now coated in your saliva.

“See? Now they’ll slide in, nice and easy.” She purred the last part, lowering her hand back to your folds.

Ruby toyed with you for a few minutes. Her fingers parted, rubbing up and down on you. You yelped out a whine when she pressed her thumb onto your clit.

“Ready?” She asked, swirling tight circles onto you. You nodded, trying to keep quiet enough to stop your neighbors from hearing. It’d be a shame if those lesbian lover rumors followed you to college.

She slowly pushed a finger in, just one. You tensed up.

“Shhh… just relax, let me make you feel good, babe.” She mumbled into your ear, pressing another kiss to your neck that made you melt.

You took in deep breaths, slow and steady, and Ruby started to move her finger in rhythm with your chest’s rise and fall. You felt the ridges of her knuckles running across your walls, pulling a soft hum from your throat.

“Y0u like me being inside you?” She spoke into your ear, sounding like heaven and hell wrapped in one. You closed your eyes, soaking it all in.

“One more.” Ruby warned softly before you felt the stretch of another finger going into you. You choked out a groan, your grip on her knees tightening.

“Good, good, you’re doing so good.” Ruby cooed, using her other hand to guide the rolling of your hips.

“Rube…,” you sighed, throwing your head back against her shoulder.

She smirked, kissing up your cheek. You got the hint, no need for words, and turned your head. Her lips brushed against yours, teeth pulling at your bottom lip. You were waiting for it, for her to kiss you properly. What you got instead made you gasp out a loud moan.

Ruby curled her fingers up, hitting a soft, spongy spot you didn’t know you had. Her lips curled up, pride swelling through her.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She mumbled, your lip still in her teeth. You whimpered, gasping up breaths of air that did little to ease the growing knot in your lower stomach.

Her hold on your lip loosened just enough to dart her tongue out, the tip of it tracing into your mouth. You decided to take charge, the teasing too much for you to handle. You shoved your face into hers, locking lips with her hungrily.

She made noise of surprise, but there was no hesitation. She immediately molded her lips to yours, like they were made specifically for this. Your mouths shifted against each other, jaws moving up and down as Ruby’s fingers moved in and out.

The air blowing from your nose was hot and fast, your heart racing a marathon while she moaned against you. You squeezing around her fingers, your tongue pushing into hers, it was enough to make her come, just from the sheer beauty of how well it belonged.

This moment was woven by fate, made to happen by a higher being than you or her.

She curled her fingers up again, repeatedly pressing against that damn spot. You broke away from the kiss to cry out, not able to keep your noises in any longer.

Ruby’s other hand found the back of your head, pushing your lips back to hers with a growl. She hummed into you happily when you tugged her knees up, caging yourself in with her limbs.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know anything that felt better than this. You’d been satisfied with your usual routine of using your vibrator until you came, but after this? You weren’t sure it would be enough anymore.

“You close?” Ruby panted out, smiling at the nod of your head. “Yeah, I know you are. I can feel your pretty little pussy tightening up.” She rubbed your clit with her thumb.

“Do it.” She encouraged.

You tried to hold back. You really did. You didn’t want this moment to end. It was too much, your self control had circled down the drain the moment Ruby spread your legs.

You came with a low, long moan, nails digging into the plush of her thighs. She groaned with you, mouthing at the side of your neck while she worked you through it.

When you stilled, she stayed inside you, not wanting to lose the warmth of your walls just yet. You panted out loud breaths, mouth parted, the edges of your teeth just barely peeking through.

“That’s how you do it.” Ruby said, breaking the silence. She kissed your neck again but didn’t make any move to get away from you.

You turned your head to her, a loopy smirk on your face.

“Thought you said you squirted.” You reminded her, a soft chuckle growing in your chest.

Ruby smiled back, that mischievous flare running through her eyes again.

“Guess we’ll have to try again.” She moved back in, lips brushing against yours at the same time her fingers curled up again. This was what friends were for, after all.

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you did what? ── . ✶ sam and dean winchester

summary: dean has the bright idea to play never have i ever

pairings: platonic winchesters x afab bi! reader, implied past! ruby x afab! reader warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', reader is afab but no pronouns are used, fluff, humor, drinking, mentions of sex, reader is bisexual, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own word count: 2.0K a/n: was supposed to be a silly blurb but its a one shot lol. also this is so self indulgent lmaoo and i was talking about this with mari on the phone, i just love bi!reader fics and shocking the winchesters with information i also love love ruby and i need to write her so bad so if any one wants me to to write the aforementioned event mentioned i will LOL winchesters masterlist

YOU HONESTLY DON’T know how you got here. Well, you do, but you’re slowly regretting your decision to ever befriend the Winchesters, wanting the ground to swallow you whole as they stared at you incredulously. But it wasn’t your fault that their dad would use your Mom’s house as a dumping ground for the two of them when he was on a hunt in your state. While your Mom graciously took them in every time, you knew, even from a young age, that she had her gripes with the elder Winchester, who dragged his kids across the country hunting monsters. 

Growing up with the Winchesters was certainly interesting. You liked hearing the stories that Dean would tell you and Sam about hunting since your Mom retired as soon as she had you. You remember any time that they came over, the three of you were like peas in a pod (your Mom’s words, not yours) and would play and mess with each other each chance you got (typically, it was Sam and you versus Dean most of the time).

As the three of you got older, you saw each other less. Still, you tried to keep in contact—but eventually, Sam went to college, and you guys stopped talking to each other altogether. Until they ran into you on a hunt while trying to find their dad. After the hunt, you guys reconnected at the bar in town and traded numbers. 

Throughout the years, you would run into them on hunts and help them out if they needed it as their lives increasingly became crazier and crazier. 

Currently, you were sat at the map table next to Sam and across from Dean in the bunker that they had found due to their grandfather coming from the past looking for John (which was the weirdest thing that they told you when they invited you for the tour of their home base, but then again, weird is normal for those two). The three of you were having a lazy day due to there being nothing in the news that seemed to be your brand of weird and would warrant the three of you to have left the bunker.

You spent most of the day lounging in the clothes you slept in. After dinner, Dean pulled out his good scotch and three glasses, poured each of you a healthy amount, and started to talk about old hunts and reminiscing on the past. You were about a glass in, now on your second one, when Dean suggested that the three of you play Never Have I Ever, which Sam protested against. When Dean looked at you for the tiebreaker, you shrugged, saying why not since you had nothing better to do. 

Dean grinned at you and sent a smug look to his brother while Sam rolled his eyes at him. 

The questions were pretty tame until they started to venture into the types of conquests that either of you three had throughout the years, which made you learn a little too much about their sex lives (you already knew enough about Dean’s, but now you had to hear Sam’s which was very interesting, to say the least). 

Dean had just finished taking a sip of his dwindling glass. “Okay, my turn.” He had a mischievous glint in his eye as he shot a look at his brother.

“Never have I ever slept with a demon.” Dean had an arrogant smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair. 

The question was clearly a dig at his brother, to which Sam had scoffed and shook his head. Sam lifted his glass off the table and took a healthy sip of it before putting it back down. His brows furrowed when he saw Dean’s mouth agape in shock. He glanced at you, setting your drink down on the table as well. 

Sam looked at you, confused as to why you took a drink before it hit him, his confused expression morphing into one that mirrored his brother’s. 

You felt warm, slightly embarrassed by their gazes on you. You knew that this was the reaction they would have toward you, but it still didn’t feel the best. 

“Wh-what? When? How?” Dean sputtered out as he looked at you like you were crazy. 

Sam stayed silent, the questions flooding his brain, but Dean had vocalized most of them for him. 

You cleared your throat. “Well, I think it’s my turn anyway. So never-” 

“Nope, we’re not playing until you answer the question.” Dean cut you off and stared at you intently. 

“It’s not any of your business, Dean.” You said through gritted teeth, wanting to move on from the conversation. 

“If you don’t tell us, I’m just going to assume the worst and think you slept with Crowley.” Dean pointed at you before taking a sip of his drink. 

Your face screwed up in disgust. “EW! No, I didn’t sleep with Crowley. I’d rather be chewed up by a wendigo than even kiss him.” 

“Did you know they were a demon before sleeping with them?” Sam questioned. 

You whipped your head to stare at Sam in disbelief. “Really Sam?” 

He shrugged. “Sorry, but can’t blame me for being curious. You’re the last person I’d expect to sleep with a demon.” 

“Has anyone told you curiosity killed the cat?” You snarked as you narrowed your eyes at the shaggy-haired man.

“Yeah, well, satisfaction brought it back.” Sam quipped back as he shot you a smug smile, and you were debating on escaping to your room, but you knew that they would not give up the interrogation until you told them. 

You let out a defeated sigh, leaning back in your seat. “Yes, I knew they were a demon before I slept with them.” 

“Okay, who was it? Was it anyone we knew?” Dean asked. 

You sighed before nodding. You took a sip of your drink before glancing at Sam. “Uh, it was Ruby.” You mumbled into the rim of your glass. 

Neither man heard you. “Sorry, we didn’t exactly hear that.” Sam said. 

Dean nodded. "Wanna say it louder for the the two of us?"

You scrunched your nose, placing your glass on the table. “I slept with Ruby.” You said louder than before, avoiding their gazes. 

Both men were rendered speechless. You and Ruby infamously didn’t get along. There was an animosity between the two of you from the moment you spotted the brunette in Sam’s room when Dean came back from Hell.

Yeah, Sam tolerated her most of the time, and Dean didn’t trust her at all and kept her as far away from him as he could, but the two of you butted heads like no other. There were a couple of times when they thought you were going to kill her, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. 

Dean opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to find any words to say before shutting it. 

“Oh." Sam cleared his throat. "But I thought the two of you hated each other?" 

“We definitely did.” You nodded. “But, it was only once. Well, maybe it was like a couple of times actually now that I’m thinking about it.” 

Dean looked at you wide-eyed. “I have so many questions.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Just ask them.” You wanted this conversation to be over and done with. 

“How did it even happen the first time?” 

“Do you remember that haunting a couple of hours away from Bobby’s place? In Topeka?” You asked them, trying to jog their memory. 

“Not really.” 

“Well, the two of you were a little busy with the seals so I went and checked it out and I wrapped it up pretty fast. But when I went back to my motel room after burning the bones, she was there.” 

You remember it like it was yesterday. You were exhausted from digging up the grave, used to having one of the boys helping you, or even better, they were doing it while you held the flashlight. But they stayed behind at Bobby's. So you were left to do it yourself. You were tired and covered in dirt, and all you wanted to do was shower and fall face-first into the rickety motel bed and sleep for twenty hours. 

But when you opened the door, you saw the irritating smirk stretched on Ruby’s lips as she sat at the table near the kitchenette in the room you were staying in. 

“She was being annoying as per usual and I was trying to get her out of my room, but then of course she had to provoke me and we started to argue, then the next thing I knew, I had her pinned against the wall and kissing her. And you can probably guess the rest.” You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly as you looked down at your almost empty glass, avoiding the burning stares of the Winchesters. 

You decided to down the rest of the liquid in your cup before placing it on the table. You looked at Dean to see a faraway look in his eyes, and you squinted at him before realizing what he was doing. 

“Hey!” You clapped your hands to try and snap him out of his daydream. “Stop imagining it dude, that’s gross, not to mention really weird.” 

You shook your head and glanced at Sam to see the same look on his face. Then, you scowled at him, snapping your fingers in front of his face as well. 

“Are you kidding me Sam?” 

Sam blinked and shook his head, having the decency to look apologetic. “Sorry, it’s just…” He trailed off. 

“It’s hot. You know, that you and Ruby fu-” 

“Finish that sentence Dean and I swear that I’ll make sure that you’ll have a black eye in the morning.” You cut him off as you glared at the man sitting across from you. 

Dean raised his hands in defense. “I was just saying. Besides Sammy here was thinking about the same thing, probably even more considering he slept with her too.” 

“Shut up Dean.” Sam shot a scowl at his brother. 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me you actually were though.” 

Sam’s silence spoke volumes, and you just shook your head at him. 

“So, are we done with this interrogation or can we continue on with this stupid game.” 

“One more question.” 

You groaned at Dean’s words. “What is it?”

“Did she ever tell you who was better in bed, You or Sam?”

“Really Dean?” Sam sighed tiredly (but secretly, he wanted to know).

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face at the question before you shook your head and got rid of it. “Not gonna answer that one.” 

Dean grumbled before finally moving on from the subject. The three of you stayed up pretty late before you retired for the night. You were about to get into bed after getting ready to sleep, but there was a soft knock on your door. You padded over to it and opened it to see Sam in the entryway. 

“What’s up Sam?” You asked softly, wondering why he was at your door this late. 

He looked a little nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. “Did she actually tell you?” 

You furrowed your brows. “Who?” 

“Ruby.” He murmured. 

Oh. Oh. You sent him a playful smile. “Why? Did you want to compare notes?” You teased, and you could see the slight blush grow on Sam’s face. 

Sam started to stammer, and you couldn’t help but laugh gently at him. You reached out and rested a hand on his arm to stop him from stuttering out a useless excuse. 

“She never told me who was 'better'. Ruby never stayed long after we would sleep together.” You told him with a slight smile on your face. 

He nodded in understanding, his shoulders relaxing at your answer. You squeezed his arm before telling him ‘goodnight,’ and he did the same before walking down the hall towards his room. You closed your door and smiled to yourself. 

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

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Oblivious - Ruby

Ruby x female!reader

Ruby’s patience is running thin. She’s been dropping hints, slipping in innuendos, and even lingering her touch longer than necessary—but you? You just smile, nod, and carry on like she didn’t just whisper filth into your ear. It would be frustrating if you weren’t so damn cute.

Content warnings ; smut, making out, fingering, eating out, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, pet names (baby, sweetheart etc) innocent!reader, somewhat soft!ruby

Word count ; 2,310

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Ruby was used to playing the long game. She had spent years perfecting the art of manipulation, of planting seeds and letting them bloom exactly when she wanted. But this? This was something else.

You were something else.

Sitting across from her in the dimly lit motel room, your legs were tucked beneath you, a book in your hands as you absentmindedly nibbled on your bottom lip. It was adorable. And distracting. And if you had any idea what you were doing to her, she might have thought you were teasing her on purpose.

But you weren’t. That was the problem.

Ruby stretched out on the bed beside you, propping herself up on her elbow, watching you with a smirk. She reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, letting her fingers graze your skin just a little too long.

You looked up, blinking at her. “Thanks, Rubes.”

Oh, for hell’s sake.

Ruby exhaled through her nose, biting back her amusement. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” She shifted closer, voice dipping lower. “You know, I could help you relax. If you wanted.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion. “Relax? I mean… I’m not really tense or anything.”

She bit her tongue. This was too easy. “Mmm, not yet.”

You blinked again, eyes wide and clueless, before nodding. “Okay! Thanks, Ruby.”

Ruby swore she could hear the universe laughing at her.

She tried again the next night. This time, she let her hand settle on your thigh, fingers tracing absentminded circles over your jeans. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t supposed to be.

But all you did was smile at her, completely unaware of the fire she was trying to start beneath your skin.

She tried dirty jokes—thinly veiled comments that should have had you blushing, shifting in your seat.

But no.

“That’s funny, Ruby!” you’d laugh, shaking your head, completely missing the point.

And yet, despite your innocence, your body was still reacting.

Ruby noticed the way your breath hitched when she touched you, the way your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt when she got too close. And, if her demon senses were right—which they always were—she knew what she was doing to you.

You just didn’t understand it.

That became clear one night when you sat beside her on the motel bed, eyes flickering down as you squirmed slightly.

Ruby arched a brow. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Your lips pressed together, eyes darting away. “I don’t know.”

Ruby smirked. “Yeah?” She leaned in, voice a murmur. “Wanna tell me about it?”

You hesitated, fingers twisting together. “I just feel… weird.”

Ruby’s smirk grew. “Weird?”

You nodded. “Like, my stomach feels all fluttery, and I feel kinda warm. And, um…” Your voice trailed off, and Ruby nearly groaned at the way you bit your lip.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ruby cooed, brushing a finger beneath your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet hers. “You really are innocent, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

Ruby leaned in, lips ghosting over your ear. “I mean, you feel that way because of me.”

Your breath caught, and Ruby could practically hear the gears turning in your head.

She pulled back, watching the slow realization flicker in your eyes.

“Oh.”

Ruby grinned. “Yeah. Oh.”

She ran her fingers down your arm, feeling the shiver that followed. “And the wetness in your panties?” She tilted her head, eyes dark. “That’s me, too.”

Your lips parted, cheeks burning, but you still didn’t pull away.

Ruby chuckled, cupping your cheek. “So, tell me, sweetheart,” she murmured, thumb brushing over your skin. “Do you want me to teach you what it all means?”

You swallowed hard. And then, finally, you nodded. Ruby’s smirk was pure satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t demanding. She let you set the pace, let you melt into her. Her hands rested on your waist, warm and steady, as if she was letting you decide how far this would go.

And you wanted this.

You pressed closer, sighing into the kiss as your hands found their way to her shoulders, clinging to her like she was the only thing tethering you to this world. She deepened the kiss slowly, her tongue brushing against yours with the kind of reverence you had never imagined a demon capable of.

When she pulled back, her eyes searched yours. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I won’t,” you whispered.

A small smile tugged at her lips. “That’s not the point. If you need me to, you tell me.”

You nodded, the weight of her words sinking into you.

She kissed you again, this time trailing her lips down to your jaw, to the hollow of your throat, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. You shivered as warmth pooled in your stomach, the feeling unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

Her hands slipped under your shirt, fingers tracing over your skin, slow and deliberate. You gasped at the sensation, at the way your body responded to her so easily.

“You’re so sensitive,” Ruby murmured, pulling your shirt over your head, letting her gaze rake over you. “Every little touch makes you shiver.”

You swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t—I don’t know what to do.”

Her hands slid down your sides, thumbs stroking over your hips as she pressed her forehead against yours. “You don’t have to do anything,” she assured. “Just feel. Let me take care of you.”

You exhaled shakily as she guided you back onto the bed, her hands never leaving your skin. She took her time undressing you, pausing between every article of clothing to kiss and worship every new inch of skin revealed to her.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered against your shoulder, her voice reverent.

You had never felt beautiful before. Not like this.

Ruby took her time, mapping your body with her lips, her hands, her tongue. She traced every curve, every hollow, learning you in a way that made your breath catch in your throat. And when her mouth moved lower, pressing soft kisses to your stomach, your thighs, your entire body tensed.

She noticed immediately.

“Relax,” she soothed, looking up at you from between your legs, her fingers tracing slow circles against your hip. “I’ve got you.”

You nodded, trying to breathe, trying to let yourself be here with her.

And then her mouth was on you.

You gasped, your back arching as a surge of pleasure shot through your body. Ruby held you down gently, her hands firm but comforting as she worked you open with agonizing care.

“You taste so good,” she murmured against you, the vibration of her voice sending another shock of sensation through your core.

You clutched at the sheets, your mind spiraling as she continued, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. She wanted you to feel this. All of this. She wanted to make sure that when you came apart, it was because of her.

Every sound you made seemed to fuel her, her grip on you tightening, her movements growing more confident. She knew exactly when to slow down, when to speed up, when to curl her fingers just right to have you gasping her name.

“Ruby—”

She looked up at you, her mouth and fingers still working you over. “I know, baby. Let go.”

And you did. The pleasure built and built until it crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in sensation.

Ruby didn’t stop, not until your breath slowed, not until you were boneless beneath her, completely undone.

The world around you felt distant, blurred by the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your body. Your chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.

Ruby hovered over you, her body warm, solid—a grounding force in the chaos of sensation she had just pulled you through. Her lips ghosted over your temple, pressing a slow, lingering kiss there.

“You still with me, babe?” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing, her hands gliding up your sides.

You nodded, but words failed you. Your limbs felt heavy, your body spent—and yet, deep in your core, there was still a lingering ache, a quiet hum of want that hadn’t faded. If anything, the tenderness of her voice, the gentle drag of her fingers across your skin, only made it grow stronger.

Ruby smirked, sensing it immediately. “Oh, you’re not done yet,” she whispered, her lips trailing down your jaw. “I can feel it.”

Her fingers brushed against your thighs, spreading them again with ease. Your body jolted at the sensitivity, a whimper slipping from your lips as she touched you again.

“Ruby—”

She hummed in response, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone, working her way downward. “I told you I was going to take care of you,” she purred. “And I meant it.”

Before you could even process it, she shifted lower, sliding down your body, settling between your legs once more. Your breath hitched as her mouth found you again, her tongue flicking over the most sensitive part of you, drawing out every last aftershock.

It was overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once. Your hands flew to her hair, gripping tightly as pleasure bloomed anew, sharp and unbearable.

“I—I can’t—”

Ruby chuckled against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat through your core. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her fingers replacing her mouth, stroking you with slow, deliberate precision. “You can.”

Your body arched off the bed as she slipped her fingers inside you again, pressing deep, curling just right, her tongue following in perfect rhythm. She worked you open slowly, methodically, building you up again before you even had time to recover from the first.

“Ruby—please—” You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore.

She smirked, pulling back just enough to look up at you. “You look so good like this,” she murmured, watching the way you writhed beneath her. “Falling apart for me.”

She moved suddenly, pulling her fingers from you, making you whimper at the loss. But before you could protest, she was shifting, guiding you onto your side, her body pressing flush against your back. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady, while the other slipped between your legs again, her fingers finding you with ease.

You gasped at the new angle, at how much more you could feel. Ruby’s lips found the back of your neck, trailing slow, lazy kisses as she worked her fingers inside you, each movement careful and deliberate.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. “So tight, so perfect—”

Your body clenched around her fingers, and she groaned against you, her hand tightening on your waist.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Let go for me again.”

The pleasure built quickly this time, sharper, more consuming. Your body trembled in her hold, completely at her mercy as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

And when you finally shattered again, Ruby held you through it—her lips at your shoulder, her fingers still working you through the intensity, drawing out every last tremor until you were gasping for breath.

She didn’t let go, didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted you onto your stomach, her body pressing down against you, her knee sliding between your legs, pressing against the soaked heat of you.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “But you’re still so needy, aren’t you?”

You could barely form words, your mind clouded with pleasure. But Ruby didn’t need you to answer. She already knew.

She lifted herself slightly, pulling you back against her lap, guiding you to straddle her thigh. The pressure sent another jolt of sensation through you, and you gasped, your hands gripping her arms for support.

“Ride me,” she murmured, her hands resting on your hips, guiding you gently.

You hesitated, uncertain, still overwhelmed.

Ruby leaned in, brushing her lips over your ear. “You’re safe with me,” she whispered. “Just feel. Just let go.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, and slowly began to move. The friction was dizzying, the steady press of her thigh between your legs sending sparks through your core. Ruby held you steady, her grip firm but careful, letting you set the pace, letting you use her.

“That’s it,” she whispered, watching you intently. “Take what you need.”

Your movements grew more frantic, more desperate, and Ruby’s hands tightened on your waist, holding you in place as you chased your release.

And when it finally came, when the pleasure ripped through you for the third time, it was almost too much. You sobbed her name as your body locked up, shuddering against her, your wings trembling, your grace flickering wildly.

Ruby caught you as you collapsed, wrapping you in her arms, her breath warm against your neck as she whispered soft, soothing praises.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You didn’t even realize you were shaking until she shifted you onto your back again, pulling the blankets over your exhausted body.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice softer now, her fingers stroking your cheek.

You nodded, dazed, completely spent. “That was…” You trailed off, still unable to find the words.

Ruby smirked, brushing damp hair from your forehead. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It was.”

She didn’t move away—not like you had feared she might. Instead, she pulled you close, her arms tightening around you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

“You did so well,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling you under. But before you slipped into sleep, you felt Ruby’s lips at your temple once more, her voice barely above a breath.

“You’re mine now, baby,” she whispered.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

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Bec's Kinktoberfest Masterlist

This is my completed masterlist of @becs-bunker Bec's Kinktoberfest Challenge, this was such a fun challenge, even if half of my things didn't even post when they were supposed to. But anyway, thank you again, I loved writing for a multitude of fandoms and thanks for giving me the opportunity to explore these different characters.

I Need More - Mutual Masturbation - Billy Russo x Reader

Protection on Vacation: Smut Drabble - Sneaking Around | Forbidden Love - Bodyguard!Dean x Princess!Reader

They’re Gone - Voyeurism | Exhibitionism - John Winchester x Reader

Blood and  Ice - Hot/Cold Play - Frank Castle x Reader

Teasing Texts - Sexting/Phone Sex - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Piss Me Off - Angry or Hate Sex - Jake Peralta x Reader

Dad Joke Seduction - Comfort Sex - Scott Lang x Pregnant!Reader

Teach an Angel New Tricks - Dirty talk | Size Kink - Castiel x Reader

Folded Chair - In front of a mirror - Ruby 2.0 x Reader

The Little Princess and her King - Toys | Praise Kink -King!Brunhilde x Reader

Spelled Eyes: Part 2 /Spelled Eyes: Part 3 - Threesome/Moresome - Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Cas x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Hands to Himself - Sir Kink | Bed Sharing - T’Challa x Reader

Call Me Out - Public or Semi public sex - Sam Wilson x Reader

All for Show - Filming Themselves - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Reader

Little Peter - Caught Masturbating - Peter Parker x Reader

Dino Nuggets - Daddy Kink - Daddy!Jared x Momma!Reader

The Ladies Room - Casual Sex - Danneel Harris x Reader

Sweet Tasting Demon - Touch Deprivation | Somnophilia - Sam Winchester x Ruby 2.0

Lucy Gives Up - Oral Sex - Wanda Maximoff x Powered!Reader

Selfish Hearts - Make Up Sex - Diana Prince x Reader

Stupid Plans end in Exciting Lessons - Teasing - Thor Odinson x Reader

Don’t Waste Perfect Lingerie Sets - A/B/O | Lingerie - Anael x Reader

“It’s not illegal if you pay for it.” - Camp fire - Rough Sex | Camping - Hunter Hardon x Venus Ryder (Pornstar!Dean x Pornstar!Reader)

Make it Up To You - Shibari | Bondage - Regina Mills x Reader

Save Me, Supergirl - Roleplay - Kara Danvers x Reader

Only at Home - Orgasm Denial - Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader x Seth Rollins (Colby Lopez)

So Close to your Reward - Spanking - Adrian Chase x Reader

Imperfectly Perfect - Body Worship | Nipple Play - Killian Jones x Reader

Don’t Drown while I’m Trying - Aftercare - Carol Danvers x Reader

I Can Last Longer - First to come loses - Henry Cavill x Poc!Reader (aesthetic)

Mommy, Daddy, and their Baby Girl - Dealer's Choice - Jared Padalecki x Reader x Genevieve Padalecki

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Imagine Being An Ancient Demonic Entity And Watching Ruby, Your Mate, Die

Summary: They’d done it, they’d actually done it - but even this success came with a price.

Pairing: Ruby 2.0/Reader, Ruby 2.0/Demon!Reader

Warnings: f/f, character death, established relationship, Demon!Reader

Notes: This is a bit of a prequel to the Sam/Demon!Reader imagine set!

It all had happened so quickly - and you’d not seen it coming, even from your place on the ceiling of the chapel.

She’d actually been successful, and despite your silent worries and her own vocalized self doubt, you’d known she would be. Your girl was strong; she’d not birthed armies alongside you for nothing.

A genderless spectre with claws sharp as daggers and fangs that could slide through stone, you were an old being, older than almost any of the inhabitants of hell and twice as strong. The Princes had nothing on you, nor would they ever -

“I can’t believe it,” you hear her whisper, and you chuckle as the quivering whelp whimpers put his confusion and your girl tells her tale. You allow your former train of thought to dissipate without a care.

“-And it is written,” your love purrs, retelling the words you’d spouted to Lilith herself during an argument between the pair of you, “-that the first demon shall be the last seal - And you bust her open!” You watch the physically attractive lump of flesh as pure, unadulterated fear, panic, and realization set in amid your girl’s breathless laughter. “Now guess who's coming to dinner?”

You absentmindedly focus on the other lump, who was pounding at the door with what sounded like one of the large candelabras that you’d liked from outside.

“You don't even know how hard this was!” Your darling cries, sounding absolutely ecstatic, “All the demons out for my head - No one knew! I was the best of those sons of bitches! The most loyal! Not even Alastair knew! Only Lilith and Y/N!” She crows, laughing again at the sight of Sam Winchester’s horror. “Yeah, I'm sure you're a little angry right now, but, I mean, come on, Sam! Even you have to admit I'm - I'm awesome!”

“You bitch.” He whispers instead, “You lying bitch!”

You watch lazily as he thrusts his hands at her, trying to use his powers, but he drops, clutching his head instead. The young one was drained, he couldn’t hurt Ruby if he wanted to.

“Don't hurt yourself, Sammy. It's useless. You shot your payload on the boss.”

“The blood...” Sam gasps. “You poisoned me.”

Ruby kneels in front of him and you watch with unconcealed interest from her perch in the shadowy rafters; she did like him...

“No. It wasn't the blood. It was you... and your choices. I just gave you the options, and you chose the right path every time. You didn't need the feather to fly, you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo! I know it's hard to see it now... but this is a miracle. So long coming. Everything Azazel did, Y/N did, and Lilith did, just to get you here - And you were the only one who could do it.”

“Why? W-why me?”

“Because... because it had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you. You saved us. You set him free. And he's gonna be grateful. He's gonna repay you in ways that you can't even imagine, both him and Y/N!”

“Who is Y/N?” Sam whispers, and you’re ready to slither down from your hideaway just so he can find out, but the other whelp finally breaks into the room and draws the knife you’d given your girl, who stands to confront him.

‘Smoke away!’ You telepathically hiss, but she’s too cocky, swallowed up by her pride and celebration.

“You're too late!”

“I don’t care,” the other growls, storming forward.

‘RUBY, LEAVE!’ You snarl mentally, reading the room, but she doesn’t listen - or she does but is unable to.

Your visibly nonexistent eyes, both sets of three, widen in horror as your mate is grabbed by the two humans upon being found out and a knife is driven up through her ribs before piercing her heart. An orange glow flickers through her body, and orange glow you’d seen after protecting her time and time again.

An unholy screech echoed up from your middle, shooting through your throat and reverberating through the room as the sound left your lips. Your long, claw like fingers bury themselves in the rotting wooden rafters, making bits and pieces rain down as you eye the ever growing bloodstain on your girl’s empty shell. The two humans clap their hands over their ears, eardrums aching and about to burst. They’re lucky that you yourself don’t currently have a solid form or they’d be gone.

“What the hell is that?!” Sam cries, and his brother lets out a sound of distress while trying to say that he didn’t know before you instead hear the one who’d driven the knife into Ruby’s body shout that they needed to leave - and they did - but it was too late; your creator was coming, and you’d be by his side throughout it all. Without your former mate, you had no reason to crawl back into your hidden home island - you needed a new mate, and you would have one, whether they were willing in the beginning or not.

The Winchesters would learn not to mess with aeon old demonic forces.

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The Woman I Know

Summary: Ruby still can’t get Sam to embrace his true powers, but you know just the trick.

Pairing: Ruby 2.0 x Reader

Word Count: 740

Warnings: Tribbing, biting, scratching.

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my @spnkinkbingo square for tribbing.

The second she walked in the door you knew why she was pissed. “Still?”

“Yea!” She fell back into the bed, luscious brown locks fluffing up around the face you’d come to love over your years in the pit together. “I don’t know why I can’t get him to embrace it!”

Rolling over, you nipped at her chin and tilted her lips toward yours. “You’ll get there, Ruby,” you whispered against her skin as your hand slipped under the hem of her tank top. “He’s strong-willed. But you’re stronger. And you’re playing the long con. Every time you meet up you get a little bit closer.” You knew she was screwing him too, but it was all to get the job done, so you didn’t care – you knew where her loyalties lay.

She turned into you and began nipping at your pulse point, knowing exactly how to get you how she wanted you, writhing and sweaty. “I know. I’m just so close. And you know how impatient I am.”

“You?” You laughed, moving on top of her. “Not the woman I know.”

“Shut up.” Her lips grazed the underside of your chin, frustration falling away in waves.

You sat up and pulled her with you, your legs straddling either side of her thighs. The mattress creaked underneath you as you peeled each other’s clothes away, revealing flushed skin. “You’ll get there. And once Lucifer’s free, we’ll be together. Just you and me serving our Master. You’ll always be known as the one he helped set him free from his cage. And I’ll be banging her.”

Ruby chuckled against you and licked into your mouth as her fingers grazed up your sides, skin quivering beneath her touch. “Stand up,” she commanded, eyes dark with lust. “I need those jeans off you.”

She shimmed the skin-tight denim down your thighs and helped you step out of them before burying herself into your lace-covered cunt. “I need you, Y/N. Need to taste you. Need you to come on my tongue.”

You whimpered as she dropped to her knees and pushed the material aside. “No one will ever taste like you,” she breathed. She spread your folds with two fingers and flicked her tongue over your clit, the low rumble of her growl making you tremble over her waiting mouth.

When you ground down onto her lips, she reached behind you and steadied your body against her mouth, so she could make you come undone with a practiced combination of lips and tongue and teeth.

“I’m gonna come, Ruby.”

She only buried her face further into you and moaned as you came.  When she pulled away, her lips and chin glistened with your arousal.

You pulled her up and tasted yourself on her mouth, pushing her back onto the bed and hastily removing her jeans and panties. Groaning, you dipped your head quickly to taste the evidence of her own arousal before climbing over her and grinding your cunt against her thigh.

Ruby pushed herself out from under you and pulled your dripping sex toward her own. “Ride me, baby.”

The creaking of the bed underneath you, the rustling of the leaves outside your door, the benign conversations of the other hotel patrons in neighboring rooms all fell to the wayside as your pussy rubbed against hers. You mewled when she pulled you closer, her fingers digging into the supple flesh of your ass. “Ruby, oh fuck.”

Bending down, you took a puckered nipple into your mouth, grazing your teeth against the peak and biting down. She always loved it when you made her scream. Come all over my pussy, baby,” Ruby moaned. “I want you trembling. I wanna know it was me that caused it.”

“It’s always you, Ruby,” you breathed. You grabbed her hands and held them above her head, scratching at her skin, her pulse quickening under your touch. As you grinded yourself against her with a ferocity that barely touched the time you’d been apart, you begged her to come, shake underneath you and take you with her. A moan ripped through you and you started to shake, sweat-slick skin sliding against her heated body, your hands cupping her perfect breasts. You bit down on her lip and pinched her nipple, laughing when she bucked up against you. “That’s my girl.”

“Oh, baby, I’ve missed you,” she said, biting down on your bottom lip. “Nothing gets me going like you.”

[saxxxology]

Big thanks to @67-chevy-baby for becoming a $10 Patreon AND coming up with a pretty steamy drabble idea!

[herstarburststories]

1541 Celebration Masterlist!

This was the first celebration that I've ever hosted, so I want to thank everyone who participated or sent a signal boost. A special thanks to my followers. As Jensen said to Jared: I wouldn't be here without you. Okay, time to read the marvelous stories you guys came up with! ♡

Stranger - part one by @superbadassnatural! 

Summary: After a disastrous date, Y/N decides to drown her sorrows in a bar a few blocks down the road. Luckily, she meets a stranger that manages to talk some sense into her.

Homeward Bound by @chevyharvelle! 

Summary: the fight is over, and now Dean can finally follow his heart- back to you.

What’s Left Of Me by @jawritter! 

Summary: Who know one little woman could have turned his whole world upside down? He had done so good alone for so long. Then here you come along, and ruin everything.

It killed you just the same by @baconcheeseburger! 

Summary: Dean runs into a shapeshifter while he is out grabbing some food. The shifter changes his apparence and changes into you. Dean manages to capture and kill it, but at what cost?

There’ll Be Peace by @ladyofmaidensandwine! 

Summary: The world is ending, and on their potential last night on Earth, Dean and the reader find closure.

The One Where Love Hurts by @msmarvelouswinchester! 

Summary - The reader used to date Dean but then he broke her heart and Sam was there to help her get her back on her feet and along the way they fell in love and at your best friend’s wedding, Sam finally takes a step forward.

This is me trying… by @holylulusworld! 

Summary: A break-up always leaves you with an open wound…

illicit by @negans-lucille-tblr! 

Summary: Illicit - adjective - forbidden by law, rules, or custom.

And that’s the thing about illicit affairs, and clandestine meetings and longing stares - It’s born from just one single glance, but it dies, and it dies, and it dies a million little times.

What Could Still Be by @deansmyapplepie! 

Summary: Several years after the reader has left Dean, she is filled with regret as her best friend informs her that she cheater herself out of happiness. As fate would have it, though, Dean walks into that very bar.

Denim and Demon Blood by @cajunquandary! 

Summary: When Dean fails to back up the Reader on a hunt, she almost pays the price.

Hoax by @blue-lion1! 

Summary: Michael!Dean x reader

WE DON’T BELONG HERE by @deanmonandnegansbitch!

Summary: Anael x Ruby!2.0

[supernatural---imagines]

Girlfriend- Part 9: Family

Series summary: Sam’s suspicious behaviour has you and Dean curious enough to follow him, to find out he is meeting with a Demon in secret leaves you both in shock. Based on S4 demon blood story line with a darker ending.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Ruby, Sam x Reader (Platonic)

Chapter summary: Your final chance to bring Sam home. Everything seems to be going well but nothing is easy for this family. Lots of reader x Sam platonic fluff and some Dean x Reader smut (between * if you want to avoid!).

MASTERLIST

“DEAN!” You yelled as desperation filled your body at the thought of your better half being in danger. You squirmed on your bale and looked at Sam with anguish.

“I’ll check it out." Sam spoke, just how he used to when you heard a scream on a case back in the day. He was flicking back and forward from this monster to your best friend and it was messing with your head more than you’d like.

"Sammy, please, if there's any part of you in there that is still human, still my best friend and still his brother.. you’ll un-cuff me." You begged. Your body wept but there was no tears left in you to cry, your eyes pleaded with Sam. You watched as he turned away from you and the last piece of hope you had left in the man crumbled as he walked through the doorway and left you cuffed. It had only been a few seconds, but there was still no sound, which was worrying. 

You hauled yourself up off the bale and with your hands still pinned behind your back you jogged as fast as you could through the door way. It simply led to an extension of the hayloft and there was some old small farm equipment up there. Some horse harnesses, shovels, but the floor space wouldn’t allow for anything larger, it couldn't have been wider than three feet. Your eyes caught Sam who was peering over the ledge, jaw slack. You rushed to him and followed his line of sight which landed upon the 15 foot drop beneath your feet and your boyfriend and the demon both laying on the hard barn floor unconscious.

“Dean!!” You yelled his name hoping your voice would waken him, but not even a groan, he was out cold. You observed his body top to bottom,  you couldn’t see any bullet wound. The gunshot hadn’t hit him.

“Sam help him!” You demanded. Sam’s eyes flicked between you and the two lifeless bodies on the floor below a couple of times, before he sighed and began to climb over the side of the ledge. He lowered his body down and dangled before dropping, the height of him almost halving the drop, the demon blood probably keeping him safe regardless. He put his arms up for you, implying that he would catch you if you jumped. You were caught off guard, maybe your speech before had gotten to him, or maybe it was all part of the plan to trust him, or maybe even he’d have you jump and not catch you at all. But Dean was laying on the cold, hard ground still not conscious and he needed you.

You got down on your knees and shimmied over to the edge, Sam waved his hands encouraging you to hurry up. You lay on your stomach and began to slip your body over the edge, trying to inch your way over as slow as possible to prepare yourself mentally for the drop. You moved along a centimetre more and caught yourself off guard as you had knocked your balance off and you were about to drop, you panicked in the last second and tried to scramble back up.

“It’s OK. I’ll catch you. I would never let you fall.” Sam said in the softest tone, taking you right back to a year ago when everything was normal. Those were the exact words he had said to you on a poltergeist case that you both worked in New York. An apartment building was showing signs of a haunting and you both went to check it out. You had broken in to an apartment to check for any emf  when the owner came home pissed with a shotgun. You and Sam clambered down the fire escape but it came to an end suddenly and you had to jump down to the ground floor. Those were the words that put the trust in you that no matter what happened to you, Sam would always catch you. It was a moment you knew you had something real with the brothers, that you belonged and you were all a team.. a family. 

You closed your eyes, your mind a mess of emotion and not knowing what to think anymore. You took a deep breath in and launched your body off the edge, landing into Sam’s arms with a huge sigh of relief. He set you down gently and held the joint of your cuffs, with a squeeze he snapped them, leaving your hands free to move with a single cuff around each. The shock of his incredible strength didn’t have time to impact you as you ran to your boyfriend and dropped to your knees, patting his chest and calling his name. Sam rushed to Ruby, but as soon as he landed at her side his eyes were still fixated on his brother. He realised pretty quickly that Ruby was no longer in her meatsuit, and he stood up and towered over your shoulder as you tried to wake Dean up. 

“Y/N?” Dean opened one eye while slowly starting to sit up, you guided him up slowly and pulled him into your arms. He dropped his weight on to your shoulder and gripped you tight. You pulled him back up to look at him and his lips landed on yours. 

“What the hell happened?” You asked as you broke away. 

“That bitch tried to kill me. We fought, we fell, she hit me on the head and the last thing I saw before the lights went out was her smoking out.” Dean explained. You stood up and helped Dean up, keeping your hand securely in his as you stood side by side. The brothers looked at each other, the tension in the air was thick. 

“So you gonna drain me, baby brother?” Dean asked cocking his head to the side. He asked the question with confidence but he was so afraid of the answer. Sam stared back, his faced winced as he thought which gave you the opportunity to try and reason once more Sam. 

“You said you’d never let me fall Sam, and you never did. You caught me every time. How can you not see how far you have fallen? You wont let us catch you. Ruby is only pushing you down farther Sam, please believe me. And let me catch you for once.” You took a step closer to him, Dean’s hand still holding yours tightly. You reached your free hand out to him and searched into his eyes. They softened, a layer of tears glazing over them indicating that there was still human in there, and he did want to come home. 

“Be my brother again. I need you” Dean followed your tactics and his words sunk Sam, the tears finally escaping his eyes as he began to walk towards you both, his hand reaching to yours as a wave of relief rushed over you. Dean beamed from ear to ear as his brother finally gave in. Your moment was interrupted as black smoke trailed through the barn and landed in the limp body of Ruby. Her eyes flicked black as she came to and she stood up, rushing to Sam who stepped back and took his hand away sharply. 

“We have 5 minutes, I smoked out, got us a body to drain.. two if you count the one I rode over here. They’re in the car, lets go! These assholes are too much trouble.” She tugged on Sam’s arm leading him to the exit. 

“Don’t” He pulled back slightly, but he was unsure. You nodded your head at him for assurance. Ruby’s face turned and she snapped round to you and Dean. She raised her hand up to you, ready to harm you. You braced yourself for the impact when instead she began to choke. 

“Stop it now, Sam!” She yelled, holding her throat. Sam had his hand raised at her and his face was sad as he concentrated is energy on his lover. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with them!” She spat out between coughs. Sam’s performance slowed as he looked at her, hurt and confusion over his face. 

“Sam, don’t do this. They’re manipulating you. They don’t care about you.” She caught her breath as his torture briefly halted.

“We have always cared about you. I’m your flesh and blood, I’d die for you. Don’t listen to her” Dean’s voice cracked. He thought he had Sam back, but he was now realising that he could be snatched away again just as quickly. 

“I don’t know what to do.” Sam cried, he looked at you both trying to scramble his brain for a decision but comping up empty repeatedly.

“Do you remember the day I met you both?” You asked Sam.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Do you?” You repeated yourself. 

“Um.. yeah.” He sighed.  

“Your brother was hitting on me the whole time” You smiled fondly remembering the old days as Dean squeezed your hand. “And you were telling him, hey don’t scare this one away please.” Sam fondly scoffed at the memory. “But that night, do you remember what you told me?” 

“I don’t remember..” He spoke shyly, almost upset that he couldn’t recall. 

“You told me how he looked after you, and what kind of man he was.” You reminded him. 

“I remember.. I told you that I knew I could trust you because Dean said I could, and he was never wrong about that” He recalled. “I also told you to give him a chance because he might act like a flirty jackass but he’s the best man I know.” 

Ruby’s face was reclaimed by desperation as she saw herself losing Sam in front of her eyes. “They’re lying to you!” She screamed from her spot where Sam had her stuck. 

“Shut up!” He yelled, finally making his decision. He raised his hand and closed his eyes. They flicked black as he focused all his strength on her, her body freezing up and as her eyes began to bleed and her smoke came pouring out of her body. Dean looked away, refusing to see his brother with black eyes. Ruby dropped lifeless to the floor and Sam pushed his breath out, before looking back to you and Dean for instruction on what to do next. 

“Let’s go home.” You smiled. 

- 

“Let’s get you inside, boy.” Bobby grumbled with a smile as he led Sam into his house after a brief reunion. He brought him to the panic room to detox, and Sam didn’t protest, he knew what he had to do to be part of the family again. 

You went upstairs to Bobby’s spare room and landed on the bed with a beam from ear to ear. The crook of your elbow covered your eyes as you basked in the win of today, the win you never thought was coming. Dean slipped into the room quietly, admired you laying on the bed with your shirt slightly tugged up revealing part of your stomach. You moved your arm to look at him. His expression matched yours as he kicked off his boots and dived on top of you. You busted into laughter as the bed dipped and creaked with his weight and he rolled you over so your body was on top of his. He kissed the top of your nose delicately before you rested your head on him as he held you securely. 

“I can never, ever explain to you what you’ve done today. You brought him home” Dean cuddled you tightly as he spoke, his stubbly jaw resting against your hair as you were pressed tightly to his chest. 

“We both did” 

“No, Y/N. You did.” He placed a kiss to your head and you smiled into him. “And I’m not doing anything now, and I don’t know when I will. I don’t gotta ring or anything. But I just want you to know that I want to spend my life with you, you’ll be a Winchester one day.” 

Your heart began to pound in your chest, and your eyes welled up, for the first time in a long time from happiness. You looked up to your boyfriend, his gorgeous smile lighting up his face and consuming his eyes like it used to.

“You mean that?” You breathed. He pressed his lips to yours answering you without words. His feelings transcended through his body to yours as he began to run his hands over you and show you how he really feels. 

* 

The passion in his movements as he rolled on top of you began to heat up. He softly stroked your face with his hand as his lips sunk onto yours, tongues exploring each other. He grinded onto you, you could already feel his hardness through his jeans. Your hand wandered down to between his legs and caressed his boner through the denim. He moaned into your mouth and with a smile you broke the kiss and rolled him off you. 

You slid down his body and began to unbuckle his jeans. His dick bulged out and you licked your lips, seeing the pre-cum already dripping through his grey boxers. You looked into his eyes with a smirk and tugged them down, licking your hand before you began to stroke his cock gently. He rested his head back on the pillow as you began to kiss his tip, swirling your tongue around his head and mopping up the dripping pre-cum. You took him in your mouth and began to work up and down his length. As you sucked he grabbed a fist full of your hair, guiding you along just how he liked. He began to pump his hips into your mouth reaching your throat, provoking a gag from you. 

“Y/N...” he groaned your name in please as you took back control, working your hand at the base at the same time as you sucked him off. Your other hand traced up his leg and found his balls, gently caressing them as he started to squirm, begging to reach his orgasm. 

“I’m gonna-” He pushed your head down once more at his desired pace as you pushed him over the edge, his cum filling your mouth. You swallowed it down and regained your breath before crawling back up to the top of the bed to be beside him once more. 

* 

“Thank you, baby” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you back into his chest. He kicked his jeans off from around his ankles and tugged his boxers back up, then drew the covers over you both and squeezing you tight. 

“I love you so damn much” he whispered.

 - 

“DEAN! Y/N!” Bobby busted into the bedroom in the morning before the sun had risen. 

“Jesus, Bobby” Dean screwed up his face as he sat up in bed, looking at the panicked man in the door way. 

“It’s Sam. He’s gone.”