#spn!ruby x reader

[s0urw00lf]

𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍

༒➪ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

༒➪ 𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

༒➪ 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒍 - 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕

༒➪ 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒚 - 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕

[g8taloadofdisguy]

me and him in my dreams

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

sweet thing

part I

Pairing: Sam x Ruby x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam and Ruby have played the long game. And you're innocence is about to be lost.

Warnings: 18+!, language, manipulation, demon blood era Sam, Ruby is a warning by herself, corruption, coercion, praise, smut (dirty talk, kissing, fingering, oral/cunnilingus, overstim, p in v, spitting, threesome f/f/m), I may have missed some.

Word Count: 6,245

A/N: OH BOY. Zoe, my sweetpea, I hope you liked this one. I know I REALLY liked it... I'm sorry it's so long, but also... not sorry at all, aha. Anyways... give me some feedback, y'all. Please. I love when I get comments on things that come out of my very pathological brain. This was born because I'm ovulating. Shush. <3 I might write more Ruby stuff in all honestly, because... well, Ruby. RUBY SUPREMACY. All the love.

You didn't mean to stay with them.

At first, it was just a night. One blood-soaked hunt, too many screams, and Sam stepping between you and something you weren't ready for. He didn't say much—just pressed a cloth to your arm, asked your name in that quiet, steady voice, and told you it was going to be okay.

Ruby smiled behind him like she already knew it wouldn't be.

They brought you back to their motel room, patched you up with gentle hands and dark eyes, and you didn't leave the next day. Or the next. Or the one after that.

Two months later, you still didn't know why.

You told yourself it was safety. That the way Sam looked at you—soft and too-long—was protection, not possession. That Ruby's fingers brushing your thigh were comfort, not calculation. You convinced yourself they needed you.

But deep down, you knew the truth.

You were theirs. They had decided that long before you realised you had no choice in the matter.

They met you at your worst—bloody, shaking, stupid with adrenaline. Your first real hunt had gone sideways, and whatever experience you thought you had meant nothing when the claws hit skin. You should've died. You were ready to. But Sam was there, and Ruby moved like smoke, and the thing was gone before you even saw it clearly.

"Poor baby," Ruby had murmured, crouching beside you while Sam checked your wounds. "Too pretty to go out like that."

You'd flinched when she touched you, and she smiled like that was her favourite part.

You never asked why they took you with them. Sam had said something about keeping an eye on you, but his mouth twitched like it wasn't the whole truth. Ruby just grinned and said you were better off not knowing. You nodded. You didn't ask again.

At first, they let you come on hunts. Small ones. Salt-and-burns, poltergeists. Sam showed you how to hold a blade properly. Ruby taught you how to lie. You were good at both.

But over time, they started leaving you behind.

"It's too dangerous," Sam said.

"She's not ready," Ruby added, her hand stroking your back through the thin cotton of your shirt.

You didn't argue. You told yourself it was kindness. That they were protecting you. That it wasn't about keeping you soft.

But then came the looks. The touches. The nights where Sam would come back covered in blood, eyes sharp with something feral, and Ruby would kiss his knuckles while you watched from across the room, trying not to shake.

They never made you watch. But they never really let you look away, either.

They talked about him sometimes.

Dean.

You only ever caught the name in whispers. "He wouldn't understand."  or,"Dean would've stopped this." or, "Dean's gone." Always followed by a pause. Always followed by Ruby looking at Sam like she was daring him to fall apart.

You didn't know who he was. You didn't ask.

Every time you got too close to the door, every time you hovered outside just long enough to hear more, one of them would call out like they felt you there.

Sam's soft: "Baby?"

Or Ruby's syrupy: "Sweet thing, come here."

You always obeyed.

Sometimes, when they thought you were asleep, Sam would sit at the edge of your bed and run his hand down your hair. Just once. Just enough to make your breath catch. Sometimes, Ruby would slip under the covers beside you and whisper nonsense until you drifted off—half-lullaby, half-possession.

You weren't sure when it stopped being strange. You only knew that when they were gone too long, your chest felt empty. And when they came back, you'd breathe again. You weren't stupid. You just didn't know how to leave.

The rain started two hours ago.

It tapped against the window in slow, steady beats, like a clock winding down—like something counting out the seconds until they came back. You sat curled on the end of the bed in your pyjamas, legs pulled up, sleeves hanging past your wrists. The television glowed faintly in the dark, but you weren't watching. You hadn't really watched anything in days.

You just waited. You always waited.

The door creaked open a little after midnight.

Sam came in first, wet to the shoulders, eyes shadowed and far away. Blood soaked one sleeve of his shirt. You didn't ask whose. Ruby followed behind him, skin shining with water, hair stuck to her cheeks like tendrils.

She smiled when she saw you. Not kind. Not cruel. Just... like she already knew.

"Still awake, baby?" Her voice was smoke and candy.

You nodded. Sam didn't say anything. He locked the door behind them, set his knife down on the table like he was placing something sacred. You watched his hands—big, veined, careful. Ruby peeled off her jacket and let it drop to the floor.

"Poor thing," she murmured, walking past him. "All alone in the dark. Bet you were scared."

You opened your mouth to protest, but she was already kneeling in front of you, wet fingers brushing your knee where your pyjama shorts had ridden up. Her touch was cold. You shivered.

"Didn't like being away from us, huh?"

Sam sat down in the chair across from the bed, his legs spread wide, elbows on his knees. His eyes never left you.

"She hates it," he said softly. "I think she's scared we won't come back."

You looked down, cheeks burning.

"I'm not—"

"It's okay," Ruby cooed. "You should be scared. There's bad things out there, sweet girl. Things that want to hurt you. But we'd never let that happen." She leaned closer, nose brushing your jaw. "You know that, right?"

You nodded. Her hand slid higher on your thigh.

"You're a good girl."

There had been... moments.

Once, in another town, Ruby had let you sleep against her in the back of the car, and you'd woken to find her fingers in your hair and Sam's eyes on your legs in the rearview.

Once, when you'd had a nightmare, Sam had pulled you into his lap, shirtless and half-asleep, and you'd felt him hard under you. He didn't move. He didn't stop either.

Once, Ruby had kissed your neck while laughing at something Sam said, and you'd gone stiff all over, heart beating like you were running from something. But she only giggled and said, "So easy to fluster. It's adorable."

You weren't sure when your body had stopped listening to you. Or when the idea of leaving had started to sound like dying.

Ruby climbed up behind you on the bed now, curled against your back, legs bracketing yours.

"You've been so patient with us," she whispered against your neck. "Hasn't she, Sam?"

He hummed low in his throat, eyes raking down your frame.

"She's always good," he murmured. "Even when she doesn't understand."

Your breath caught. Ruby kissed just behind your ear.

"Do you want to understand, baby?"

You nodded before you knew what you were agreeing to.

Ruby smiled against your skin. Sam stood slowly, crossing to the bed, and the air changed—thickened. You watched him the whole way, your lips parting when he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.

"We'd never lie to you," he said, low and warm. "But there are things you're not ready for. Things that would scare you."

"We keep you soft because we love you," Ruby added, her hand sliding up your arm. "Don't you like being soft for us?"

You swallowed hard. "I... I think so."

Sam's mouth curled at the corner.

"That's our girl."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead—so tender it made your eyes sting. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

"You don't have to think so," he whispered. "You just have to be."

They didn't kiss you that night. They didn't touch you like that. But Ruby held you in bed, and Sam sat in the chair until morning, watching. His hands didn't stop shaking. You didn't ask why.

You dreamt of red eyes and whispered names and Sam's voice saying, "She's ours. No one touches her but us."

You woke up aching and didn't know why.

They thought you were asleep. You were supposed to be. The lights were off, your hoodie was still warm from Ruby's perfume, and you'd curled up like always—safe and small beneath too many blankets in too big a bed.

But something about the way they said "we need to talk" had twisted in your chest.

Ruby's hand had been gentle on your back as she whispered to Sam that they'd take the room next door. Just for a bit. Just to "talk business." You'd nodded sleepily, like a good girl. Like someone who didn't immediately sit up the second the door clicked shut.

Now?

Now you were barefoot on the cheap motel carpet, heart fluttering, palm pressed to the adjoining door like it might burn you.

It was cracked open. Just an inch. Just enough.

Their voices leaked through, low and urgent.

"She's not ready," Sam was saying. His voice was strained—tired, fraying at the edges. "She's barely holding on as it is. If we push too hard—"

"She's perfect, Sam." Ruby's voice was velvet and smoke. "She's soft, scared, completely dependent. She'd do anything you asked."

Silence.

Then Ruby again, slower this time. Sharper.

"You think you're protecting her by waiting. But you're just dragging it out. You're making her confused. She doesn't know what you want. And she's starting to wonder."

Something slammed—maybe his hand against the table, maybe his fist against the wall. You pressed your hand tighter to the doorframe, mouth dry.

"She's pure." Sam again. Quieter. Like it hurt to say. "She trusts us. I don't want to ruin that."

"You already have." Ruby's tone turned sweet. "And she loves you for it."

You swallowed hard. And then—just as your breath caught and you started to step back—

"She's here."

Your blood turned to ice.

"She's listening."

Ruby opened the door before you could run.

She stood framed in soft yellow light, one shoulder bare, hair tumbling over her collarbone. Her lips curved when she saw you—like a cat catching something small and trembling.

"Hi, baby."

Your voice caught. "I—I didn't mean to—"

"Of course you didn't," she purred. "Come here."

You hesitated.

Her fingers extended slowly. Her voice softened into something intimate and honey-warm.

"You don't have to listen at the door, sweet thing. If you want to know what we're talking about, you just have to ask."

You stepped forward before you meant to. Her hand curled around yours and tugged you gently into the room.

Sam was standing beside the table, hands braced on the wood like he'd been holding himself up. His eyes met yours—and he looked wrecked. Pupils blown wide. Jaw clenched. Like you'd caught him mid-sin.

"She shouldn't—" he started, but Ruby cut him off.

"She should."

She brought you closer, her body warm behind yours as she pressed you into Sam's line of sight.

"You want to protect her?" She whispered, lips ghosting your ear. "Then stop pretending she doesn't already belong to us."

Sam exhaled hard. His gaze dropped—your bare legs, the hem of your sleep shirt, the way your breathing had turned shallow.

"We're not trying to hurt you," he said hoarsely. "You know that, right?"

You nodded. You meant it. Your voice trembled anyway.

"I trust you."

Ruby made a pleased sound behind you. Her hands skimmed your waist, resting low on your hips.

"Good girl," she murmured.

You felt her smile against your neck.

"That's all we've ever wanted."

They didn't kiss you. Not yet. But Ruby turned you around in her arms, pressed your forehead to hers and said:

"You're already halfway gone, baby. Just let go."

Sam stood frozen, fists clenched at his sides. You didn't see the moment he stepped forward—but you felt it. The heat. The pull. The weight of him.

"We'll take care of you," he whispered. "You don't have to think anymore. You just have to be ours."

You closed your eyes and nodded. You didn't understand what was wrong with Sam—but something was.

His chest was rising too fast. His jaw clenched and unclenched like it was wired too tight, and his eyes... his eyes looked wrong. Black-ringed, glossy, so blown out you could barely see the colour. He looked at you like he was starving.

Like he'd been starving for a while.

Ruby was calm. Radiant. She moved with syrup-slow precision, curling one hand around your wrist and bringing it to her lips as she smiled at Sam.

"She's so good for us," she murmured. Her breath was warm against your skin. "Aren't you, baby?"

You nodded before you even knew what you were agreeing to.

Sam made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. His fists tightened where they hung at his sides.

"Ruby..." he said low, like a warning.

But she just giggled—light, pretty, dangerous.

"She wants this," she said simply. "You think I haven't seen the way she watches you? The way she trembles when you say her name?"

She turned toward you, brushing a finger along your jaw.

"Don't you want to be touched, sweet thing?"

You couldn't speak. You could only nod again, your lips parted, breath shaky. You felt like your whole body was made of heat and nothing.

Ruby kissed you before you could think.

It wasn't soft—not really. It was slow, but insistent, her mouth warm and firm against yours. Her hands gripped your waist like she owned you. Like she had every right. Her tongue slipped past your lips and you gasped into it, your knees going weak, clinging to her shirt like it might save you.

When she pulled back, you were dizzy.

"See?" She said sweetly. "So easy."

She led you backward, fingers laced in yours, and gently sat you down in the worn motel chair by the window. The fabric was cold under your bare thighs.

Sam hadn't moved. He stood like a statue at the foot of the bed, chest heaving, eyes locked on yours like he couldn't look away.

"Sit," Ruby told him, her tone turning just slightly firmer.

And he did.

She guided him down until he sat at the edge of the bed—his legs spread, boots still planted on the carpet. He looked massive, ruined, caught in the middle of something he couldn't name. His hands gripped the edge of the bed like he was afraid to touch anything.

Ruby turned back to you, lips wet, cheeks flushed.

"Watch closely, baby."

She climbed into Sam's lap in one slow, fluid motion, straddling him. His hands hovered at her sides like he was afraid to hold her. But Ruby leaned in, close to his ear, speaking words too soft for you to hear.

Then she turned her head to look at you—smiling. Like this was all a show, and you were the only audience that mattered.

"He's so worked up, poor thing," she purred. "Do you want a turn?"

Your breath caught.

"You wanna be a good girl and help us feel better?"

You nodded, your thighs clenching together on instinct.

Ruby kissed Sam then—messy and deep, her fingers in his hair. He groaned into it, hands finally finding her hips. She rocked against him once and his whole body jerked.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice shredded. "Ruby—"

She pulled back and looked at you again.

"Come here, sweet thing."

You stood on shaky legs.

"Take my place," she whispered, climbing off him slowly, deliberately, dragging her fingers down his chest. "Be good."

You moved without thinking.

Sam's eyes were wild when you stepped between his knees—dark and blown, lips parted. His hands hovered, not quite touching.

Ruby slid behind you, her arms around your waist as she guided you down—down into his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs, your breath coming short and fast.

"That's it," she whispered, lips against your ear. "Feel how hard he is for you? How much he wants you?"

You whimpered, your thighs tightening as she rocked your hips forward once—slow, grinding you down against him.

Sam's head dropped back with a groan.

"Ruby—fuck, she doesn't—"

"She wants to," Ruby said. "Don't you, baby?"

You nodded helplessly.

"Say it," Ruby coaxed. "Tell him you want to make him feel good."

Your voice was barely a breath.

"I want to make you feel good..."

Sam's hands finally touched you. Gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. His voice cracked when he said your name.

Ruby purred.

"Good girl."

You didn't mean to moan—but it slipped out anyway.

Just a soft, broken sound in the back of your throat as Ruby rocked your hips forward again, grinding you down into the thick, aching heat of Sam's cock through his jeans.

His head dropped forward, mouth brushing your collarbone. He made a noise like he was choking on the feel of you.

"Fuck, she's—Ruby, I can't—"

"You can," she whispered, wrapping her arms around you from behind. "You will. Look at her, Sammy. Look how sweet she is. So wet for you already and you haven't even touched her yet."

Your sleep shirt had ridden up to your waist, bunched just under your ribs. Sam's hands were under it now—hot and wide and shaking, gripping your hips like he was holding back an earthquake. You could feel every twitch of him beneath you, trapped behind the denim, burning through it.

You couldn't stop shaking.

"You wanna help him, don't you?" Ruby's voice was syrup in your ear. "He's been so good. He's been waiting for you. Doesn't he deserve to feel good?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering.

"Yes..."

"Say it, baby. Say I want to make Sam feel good."

Your breath hitched.

"I... I want to make Sam feel good."

Sam groaned like it hurt. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted and flushed.

"Jesus Christ..."

Ruby's hands slid down your belly, fingertips just brushing the waistband of your panties. You gasped.

"That's our good girl," she whispered. "So responsive. So needy. Tell me, baby—have you ever been touched like this before?"

You whimpered. "No..."

"Mm." She kissed just behind your ear. "Even better."

Her fingers slid lower.

Sam's hands were everywhere now—your thighs, your waist, your lower back. His grip was rough, frantic, like he didn't know where to start. Like he wanted all of you at once.

"Ruby, I need—"

"I know," she said sweetly, pulling your panties to the side and slipping two fingers through the soaked heat between your thighs. "Look at her, Sam. She's dripping."

Your whole body jolted. You tried to twist away from the sensation, but Ruby only giggled and held you still.

"Shh, baby. Let us take care of you. You're doing so well."

She pulled her hand away slowly, teasing, and brought her fingers to Sam's mouth.

"Open."

He obeyed without thinking—lips parting as Ruby slid her fingers past them. He moaned low, guttural, eyes dark with something feral as he tasted you for the first time.

You made a wounded little sound, thighs trembling, head falling forward.

"Fuck—" he breathed. "She's... Ruby, she's perfect."

"I told you," she said, brushing your hair back, tucking it behind your ear like you were porcelain. "Didn't I say she'd be perfect?"

Then she leaned in again, voice like sin wrapped in silk.

"You ready for more, sweet thing?"

You couldn't speak. You just nodded. And it seemed that was all the encouragement Sam needed to shift the two of you further back onto the bed, keeping you pressed to him the entire time.

Ruby moved to sit behind you on the bed, one leg tucked under her, the other bracketing your thigh. Her hands slid up your sides, slow and soothing.

"Ride him just like that, baby," she whispered. "You're making him feel so good."

You whimpered, your hands resting on Sam's shoulders, your hips rocking in slow, helpless circles as heat curled tighter in your belly.

"You wanna keep going?" She asked, her voice dipped in honey. "Wanna make him feel even better?"

You nodded, dizzy and breathless.

"Then be a good girl and let me help you."

Her fingers slipped between your thighs again—this time not teasing. She manoeuvred you up off Sam's lap for a second, hooked her thumbs in your panties and dragged them down slowly, peeling them off and dropping them to the floor like they meant nothing.

Sam groaned beneath you, head tipping forward to rest against your chest.

"Jesus fucking Christ..."

Ruby smiled against your shoulder and whispered like a secret:

"Now ride him for real, sweet thing."

You were shaking.

Not from fear. Not exactly. But from something hot and thick curling in your belly, something too big to name. Your panties were gone, discarded on the floor like they'd never mattered. Sam was still hard beneath you, denim rough against your bare heat, and your hips were moving because Ruby told you to.

You were soaked.

You knew it. You felt it. The fabric of his jeans was sticky between your thighs and Sam was groaning, his head bowed low, sweat dampening the ends of his hair as he clutched at your waist like he might lose control.

It was too much.

"I... I don't know what to do," you whispered, voice trembling. "What do I... do?"

Ruby leaned in behind you again, her hands smoothing over your thighs, her lips brushing your ear.

"Aw, baby," she crooned. "You've really never done this before, have you?"

You swallowed hard, heart pounding.

"No..."

"Anything?" She asked softly, deceptively gentle. "Have you ever touched yourself? Let anyone else touch you?"

You flushed so hard your skin burned.

"N-no. I—I mean, not... not really..."

Ruby made a pleased little sound, like you'd just handed her the key to a locked room she'd been dying to enter.

"God, you really are perfect."

Her hands squeezed your thighs gently, her mouth warm at your jaw.

"Do you want to learn, sweet thing? Want to let us show you what feels good?"

You nodded, dazed.

"Say it."

"I... I want you to show me."

"Good girl."

Ruby kissed your shoulder, then gently—almost reverently—lifted you off of Sam's lap. He let out a breathless, broken sound, like even losing your weight made him ache. Ruby turned to him, tone shifting just enough to make it clear who was in charge here.

"Back," she said. "Now."

Sam didn't argue.

He moved further onto the bed in a slow, stiff blur, eyes glued to you like he couldn't believe this was real. His chest was rising fast, pupils blown to hell, lips parted like he might start begging. He looked like he was in pain.

You stood there, half-naked and trembling, your oversized sleep shirt hitched up high, bare legs shaking.

"Lie down, baby," Ruby said, turning her attention back to you. Her hands cupped your cheeks, her eyes glowing with soft, wicked promise. "Let us take care of you."

You obeyed.

She helped you down onto the bed, gently easing you onto your back, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips. You clung to her without meaning to, your fingers curling in her shirt, your legs twitching nervously.

"You're doing so good," she whispered. "You're being so brave. You'll love it, I promise. It's gonna feel so good..."

Her lips trailed lower—down your throat, between your collarbones, soft and slow. Her hands pushed your shirt up higher and higher, until your stomach was bare, your chest rising and falling like you'd run a mile.

She kissed every inch of exposed skin.

"Such soft skin... so untouched..."

Her hands slid down your thighs again—comforting, coaxing. Sam let out another choked sound, and when you looked over at him, his eyes were fixed between your legs, his hand gripping the bed like he might break it.

Ruby kissed the inside of your knee. Then your thigh. Then lower.

"Let me show you what it's supposed to feel like, sweet thing," she murmured, her breath ghosting over your heat. "You'll never want anything else after this."

You gasped when her mouth finally touched you—slow, teasing, masterful. You jolted, your hips bucking up in shock, but her hands held you down, firm but still gentle, like she'd done this before. Like she knew exactly how to unravel a girl like you.

You reached for something—anything—and Sam was there in an instant.

He crawled up beside you, his hand finding yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as you moaned helplessly beneath Ruby's mouth.

"You're okay," he whispered. "You're doing so good. God, you are so good..."

You turned your face into his neck, panting, whining, your thighs trembling as Ruby sucked softly on your clit, her tongue drawing slow, filthy circles that made your whole body clench.

"Let go, baby," she whispered between licks. "Be our good girl and come for us."

Your first orgasm broke over you like something sacred.

One second you were gasping into Sam's neck, Ruby's mouth still moving between your thighs, and the next—your back arched, a sob tore from your throat, and your whole body shuddered like you'd been struck by lightning.

It wasn't sharp—it was overwhelming. Full-body. Wringing you out like wet cloth. Sam held your hand tighter, whispering praise that barely landed, and Ruby moaned against your cunt like she felt it, like your release was something for her.

"God, baby," she breathed, and then—she slipped a finger inside you, slow and deliberate.

You jolted, a strangled cry slipping out as aftershocks tore through you. Sam's grip on your hand went white-knuckled.

Ruby moaned.

"She's so warm, Sam," she said, voice thick, dreamy. "So wet. You have no idea."

You whined, writhing, but Ruby only kissed your thigh like a reward and pulled her finger out—slick, shining.

"You're such a good girl for us," she whispered. "That was so beautiful."

She crawled back up your body, her skin hot against yours, and kissed your lips again. Deep, slow, tasting like you.

"Sam," she purred between kisses, her voice dipped in smoke. "You have to try this."

Sam didn't speak.

He just grabbed her—hard. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, yanking her off you with a roughness that made your breath catch. He crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss—desperate, consuming—and then shoved her aside like she was nothing more than a gatekeeper to his altar.

His altar being you.

He dropped between your legs without a word, spreading you open with shaking hands, and dove in like a man starved.

You screamed.

It was too much. Still trembling from your first orgasm, your body overloaded, you cried out as his tongue dragged through your folds, moaning against you like he was fucking possessed. And maybe he was. His grip on your thighs was bruising, his mouth unrelenting.

"Oh my god—S-Sam—!"

You tried to close your legs on instinct, but he just growled—growled—and shoved them wider, burying his face deeper.

"That's it," Ruby whispered, curling up beside you again. Her fingers found your hair, stroking it gently, brushing it behind your ears with all the tenderness of a mother tucking in her child. "Let him ruin you, baby. You're being so perfect."

You whimpered, face twisting into something close to pain.

"It's too much..."

"Shhh." Her hand cupped your cheek. "That's what makes it good."

Sam groaned between your thighs, low and wrecked. His tongue moved faster, deeper, insistent, like he couldn't get enough. Like he wanted to crawl inside you and stay.

"You feel that, sweet thing?" Ruby murmured, her mouth close to yours. "That's what happens when you give yourself over."

She kissed you again—languid, possessive, one hand still petting you like you were something to soothe and subdue.

"Open your mouth for me," she whispered. "You're drooling. It's cute."

You blinked, dazed, lips parting as her thumb pressed to your jaw.

"Let me feel it."

You obeyed.

She kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue slick against yours, swallowing your moans and the helpless sounds you made as Sam devoured you like he'd die if he stopped.

"That's it," she said softly. "Drool in my mouth, baby. You're doing so good."

She turned her head slightly, speaking to Sam like you weren't even there.

"She's so sensitive. Barely came once and look at her—already shaking for you."

Sam just groaned in response, too lost to speak. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, his tongue relentless, and you broke again with a sharp cry into Ruby's mouth.

You couldn't stop crying. Your legs wouldn't stop trembling, your voice had gone hoarse from moaning, and Sam was still between your thighs, tongue moving like he didn't hear you—like he didn't care.

"S-Sam—p-please—" Your fingers twisted in the sheets, your hips jerking, but his arms locked you down. "I—I c-can't—!"

Ruby was still beside you, still stroking your hair like nothing was wrong.

"Sam," she said softly. "Baby, she's crying."

He didn't stop.

He growled against you—low and guttural—and sucked harder, dragging his tongue with filthy, practiced strokes that had your spine arching, tears streaking your cheeks.

"Do you need him to stop, sweet thing?" Ruby whispered, brushing her thumb over your wet lashes.

You sobbed. Nodded.

"Y-yes—please—I c-can't take anymore—"

"Aww," she cooed, her voice like poisoned honey. "My poor baby. You're so sensitive. So perfect for him."

You gasped when Sam gripped your thighs tighter—his fingertips digging in, holding you wide open as his mouth moved faster, chasing another orgasm like he was possessed.

Ruby leaned in closer, her voice dipped in false sympathy.

"If he stops now..." she said sweetly, "...he's going to be so unsatisfied. That wouldn't be fair to him, would it?"

You blinked, dazed and wrecked, chest heaving.

"W-what...?"

"He's been waiting for you for so long, baby," she continued, stroking your cheek. "He's so hard it hurts. If you really want him to stop, you're gonna have to give him something."

You whimpered, nodding blindly.

"Anything, please—j-just make him stop—"

Ruby smiled like the devil in silk.

"Then you'll let him fuck you, sweet thing?" She kissed your temple. "You'll let him put his cock in that sweet little pussy and use you the way he needs to?"

Your lips trembled. You were crying so hard now it didn't feel real. But you nodded again. You couldn't think past the overstimulation—just needed him out from between your legs, needed something to change.

"Yes—yes, please—please—just make him stop—"

Ruby sat up, her voice turning firm.

"Sam. Stop."

He didn't move.

"Sam."

He growled—growled, full-bodied, vibrating the bed. His eyes were black, mouth wet, breath ragged.

"Don't—don't fucking tell me to stop—"

Ruby laughed.

"You'll thank me in thirty seconds, big boy."

She shoved him back by the shoulder, and this time—barely—he let her. He knelt between your legs, panting, pupils swallowing the green of his eyes.

Ruby leaned over you again, her hands spreading your legs wider.

"You're gonna take him now," she whispered. "You're gonna let him fuck you like he's been dreaming about for weeks. And you're gonna thank him for it."

You sobbed. Nodded.

Sam's hands fumbled with his jeans, dragging them down far enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, angry red with need. He didn't say a word. He just looked at you, hair in his face, jaw clenched, chest heaving.

"She said yes, Sammy," Ruby whispered. "She wants it. She wants you."

Sam moved fast.

He grabbed your hips, yanked you down the bed, and pressed the blunt head of his cock to your slick entrance. You gasped, eyes wide, every nerve ending screaming.

"You ready, sweet thing?" Ruby murmured, mouth at your ear. "You ready to be his?"

You whispered it, broken.

"Yes..."

Then Sam sank into you in one brutal thrust, and the sound you made wasn't human.

Your back arched, your breath vanished, and your body clenched around him like it didn't know how to take it. He was thick, hot, impossibly deep—and still moving, dragging out slowly, then slamming back in so hard the headboard rattled against the wall.

"Fuck—fuck— you feel unreal," he groaned, eyes squeezed shut, his voice wrecked. "So fucking tight—shit, baby, you were made for me—"

You cried out, hands grasping at the sheets, your body already fried and raw from overstimulation. Every thrust felt like lightning—too much, too deep, too good.

"You okay, baby?" Ruby murmured beside you, her voice sweet and syrupy. "You still with us?"

You nodded through the sob that escaped you, and she smiled like you'd just done something precious.

"That's my girl."

Sam fucked into you harder—hard enough to make the bed creak, his grip bruising on your hips. He looked elated, lost in it, mouth open as he moaned through gritted teeth.

"So fucking pretty when you cry," he panted. "Look at you—look what you're giving me—fuck—"

Ruby slid closer, still fully clothed, lips ghosting your temple.

"She's drooling again," she said with a laugh, her tone sing-song and amused. "You love this too much, sweet thing. Can't even keep your mouth closed."

You whimpered, your thighs shaking, and she kissed your cheek sweetly.

"That's okay," she whispered. "We love how messy you are."

Her hand slipped beneath her waistband, fingers curling—and then she took your trembling wrist and guided it down with her.

"Here," she murmured. "You wanna be good for me? Touch me."

Your fingers slipped beneath the lace, and you gasped when you felt how wet she was—soaked, hot, throbbing against your hand. She moaned low in your ear.

"That's it," she breathed. "Let me show you..."

Her hand wrapped around yours, using you, grinding down onto your fingers as Sam fucked you open in deep, brutal strokes that made your stomach tighten and your vision blur.

"Move in little circles," Ruby whispered, guiding your fingers. "Mmm—just like that, baby. You're such a fast learner."

Sam was losing it.

"She's touching you?" He groaned, looking down at you both, sweat dripping from his hairline. "Fuck, Ruby, fuck— she's so perfect—"

"She's everything," Ruby said with a soft moan, pressing your fingers harder. "She's ours now. Look at her. Look at what she's letting us do."

You choked on a sob, your hand trapped between Ruby's thighs, your body jerking with every thrust of Sam's cock. He was panting now, animalistic, his hands sliding up under your shirt to grope at your breasts, dragging his thumbs over your nipples.

"You hear that, baby?" Ruby crooned. "Hear how wet you are? How wet I am? It's all for you."

"You feel so good—so fucking good—" Sam growled, his thrusts speeding up, sloppy and deep. "I'm never gonna stop—never—never letting you go—"

Ruby grabbed your jaw, turned your face toward her, and kissed you like she owned you—tongue pushing into your mouth, swallowing your sobs and your moans, your drool and desperation.

"Open for me, sweet thing," she whispered against your lips. "Let me taste how wrecked you are."

You obeyed. You always obeyed. And as she kissed you, she didn't hold back, drool leaking into your mouth, sliding down your throat like a living thing. Warm. Sweet.

And Sam? Sam was losing it.

Sweat dripped from his chest, his arms were trembling from how hard he held himself above you, and his thrusts—fuck—they were frantic now, so deep and fast it felt like your body couldn't keep up. You couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. He was babbling between moans, his voice cracked open, wrecked.

"Can't believe this is real—fuck, you feel like heaven—so tight, so fucking warm—squeezing me, baby, you're fucking—you were made for this—"

Your legs were jelly around his hips. Your voice was gone, reduced to broken gasps and whines as his cock hit that deep spot again and again, the bed groaning under every thrust. Your hand was still between Ruby's thighs, her slick soaking your fingers, and she was rolling her hips against them slowly, deliberately.

"That's it, sweet thing," Ruby purred, her voice so gentle it made your eyes sting. "Let me use that precious little hand. You're such a good girl for us, letting us fuck you just right."

She leaned over you again, brushing your sweaty hair behind your ears, thumbing your jaw open.

"You want something in that mouth, baby?" She whispered sweetly. "You want me to spit in it again?"

You nodded—desperate, dazed, ruined.

She smiled.

"Open up."

She let it hang between her lips for just a second before letting it fall—hot, thick, landing on your tongue like sin. You moaned, tongue twitching, and she cooed.

"Swallow it like a good girl."

You did.

Sam groaned like he might fucking die.

"She's letting you spit in her mouth?" He gasped. "Jesus— fuck, I'm not gonna last—she's so—"

"She wants it, baby," Ruby crooned. "Don't you, sweet thing? You love how good you make him feel?"

You nodded, sobbing.

"Mhmm—yes—yes please—feels so good—!"

Ruby's hand slid between your legs again—while Sam was still fucking you—and her thumb found your clit with perfect, devastating pressure. You screamed, body jerking violently as she circled it with soft, expert cruelty.

"That's it," she whispered. "Let me help you break."

Sam was gone. Gone.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he grunted, thrusts getting rougher, more erratic. "You're gonna take it, right? Let me come inside that pretty little cunt?"

"She wants it," Ruby said, matter-of-fact. "She's mine now. She'll take anything I give her. Won't you, baby?"

You cried out, stars bursting behind your eyes, your fingers slipping deeper into Ruby as her hand guided you.

"Fuck me with them," she murmured, voice like velvet-dipped knives. "Make me come while Sammy fucks you full."

You whimpered, your fingers pumping helplessly into her dripping heat as her thumb rubbed cruel circles into your clit, Sam's cock still slamming deep inside, faster, harder—

"You're mine—ours—fuck, I'm gonna—baby—take it—"

You shattered.

Your body convulsed, the scream caught in your throat, legs kicking uselessly as the orgasm ripped through you like nothing had ever existed before it. Sam groaned so loud it echoed off the walls—and then spilled inside you, hips jerking, cock twitching as he filled you up, panting, gasping, babbling your name and Ruby's in a filthy prayer.

Ruby came on your fingers a moment later, moaning low, hand never stopping on your clit as you sobbed through the comedown—wrecked, full, ruined.

"There you go," she whispered. "That's it, baby. That's my perfect little thing."

She kissed you once, slow and sweet.

"You're never leaving this bed again."

You didn't remember when you stopped crying. Somewhere between Sam's moans and Ruby's mouth, your tears had dried—leaving only heat, and ache, and the tremble in your thighs as you lay between them.

You were sore. Sticky. Wrecked in a way that felt permanent.

But you didn't want to move.

You could still feel Sam's spend leaking out of you, warm and slow. Ruby's breath was soft against your cheek, her fingers still tangled with yours like they had every right to be. Sam's hand rested over your belly—heavy, protective, possessive.

You felt claimed. Worshipped. Ruined.

You stared up at the ceiling, breath ragged, thoughts flickering like static, and it settled in your chest like truth:

You weren't yours anymore.

You didn't know when it had happened—when your body stopped being yours, when your heart shifted, when your innocence dissolved between their hands.

You just knew that it had.

And maybe that should have scared you. Maybe, once, it would have.

But lying there, between them—used, owned, kept—all you felt was peace. Because here, in this bed, you belonged to them. And you weren't sure you ever wanted to leave.

@mostlymarvelgirl @losers-clvb @tinas111 @lunaleah @itshellfire @drakulana @nevercameraready @blossomingorchids @sacr1ficialang3l <3

[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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ménage à trois ── . ✶ sam. w & ruby

summary: ruby learns her lesson about popping into motel rooms uninvited

pairings: sam winchester x gn afab!reader x ruby, samruby, bi!reader, bi!rubyノwc: 6.2K warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', fem pronouns are used, SMUT, porn with a smidge of plot, set in late szn 4, threesome f/f/m, oral both fem & male! receiving, fingering, slight sub/dom dynamics (slightly mean dom!reader and sam, sub!bratty!ruby), some degradation, name calling (ruby -> whore, slut), reader is referred to as a 'pretty girl' once, face sitting, manhandling, orgasm denial, rough sex, unprotected p in v (please use protection), kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: here it is, the long awaited and final installment to motel chats! god i need them so bad and idk why i waited for so long to write this but i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did while writing this! heres the samruby smut freaks <33 sam. w masterlist | ruby masterlist | motel chats verse! masterlist

YOU NEEDED QUIET NIGHTS LIKE THIS. 

You were lounging on the slightly lumpy mattress in the motel room you were staying in, and the sounds of Sam typing away at his laptop would occasionally break the calm silence that the two of you were sharing. 

You and the Winchesters had been stuck in this town for a couple of days after the three of you wrapped up a simple salt and burn. Sam hadn’t been able to find a case for you guys to go on, so Dean decided to plant his feet here since it was a coastal town and it had the best pie in the diner across the street from where the three of you were staying. 

You could tell Sam was getting a little stir-crazy and was dying to leave—wanting to find another hunt or figure out which seal was going to be broken next. Hence, he was tapping away at the laptop, straining his eyes with the blue light emitting from the screen. 

You were reading a random Agatha Christie novel that was buried at the bottom of your bag, and you managed to find it after being bored with helping Sam research. But, you had been rereading the same page for the past ten minutes since your eyes always strayed away from the book and to Sam sitting at the table across the room from where you were. 

You couldn’t help it. Sam's presence was distracting. Your eyes zeroed in on his hands, dragging along the mouse pad of the laptop. Long and dexterous fingers tapped at the keyboard, and you couldn’t help the way that your mouth watered at the thought of his hands grabbing at you and bringing you to your own pleasurable demise. 

You’ve witnessed Sam’s hands being capable of bloodshed and violence, wielding knives and guns as he hunts—but you’ve seen them being in tender ways, a guiding hand on your lower back as you navigate through a sheriff’s office, or when his touch was feather-light on your broken skin as he patched you up from hunts that weren’t kind to you. 

You swallowed thickly as your eyes strayed from Sam’s hands to his forearms, which were exposed. The brown button-up with studs for buttons that decorated his shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and you almost audibly groaned at the sight his forearms. You had to advert your eyes away from them—the prominent veins and rippling muscles in his forearms awoke something primal in you and all you wanted to do was bite them. 

Christ, I’m acting like a Victorian man seeing a bare ankle for the first time. Get a grip! 

You shook your head to try and rid yourself of the lustful yearning that you had for Sam. You could admit that it was a little pathetic that you’d been lusting after him for so long—but it was hard not to when he was built like a god reincarnated into a mortal’s body. God, it was unfair how effortlessly he looked good. Yeah, you were kidding yourself when you told yourself that there were only platonic feelings for Sam.  

You bookmarked the page you were on before tossing the closed book on the bed beside you. You slid off the bed and made your way to the table that Sam was sitting on. You stood behind him as you draped yourself over his back, your arms wrapping around him in a loose hug, and your head was right beside his, looking at the random article Sam had found on his laptop. 

You felt Sam huff a little laugh through his nose, clearly amused at you. You tried not to let the scent of mahogany, amber, citrus, and something that was clearly just Sam distract you. 

“Found anything?” You murmured as you nudged his head with yours like a cat would against your leg. 

“No.” Sam sighed out, leaning back and sinking into your embrace. The hand that was resting in his lap moved to rest on one of your forearms that was wrapped around him, his thumb slowly caressing the skin.  

You hummed as you thought about it. You ignored the sparks zipping through you at the feeling of Sam’s warm hand on you. 

“That’s probably a sign to take a break.” You pointed the obvious out to Sam. 

Sam sighed again. “We have to figure out what–”

“What the next seals are. I know Sam.” You finished his sentence for him as you let go of Sam and moved out from behind him. 

Sam looked unamused by the fact you cut him off, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch slightly. He moved to type on the laptop, but you closed it before he could even touch it. 

“Nope,” You shook your head at Sam. “No more researching, you’ve been doing it since we finished the hunt here, and I want to hang out with my best friend without any interruptions or talk of the potential apocalypse, okay?” 

Sam’s jaw clenched. You could see the struggle in his eyes, but you stared down at him with your best puppy dog eyes, and your mouth formed into a slight pout. Sam’s eyes flickered quickly to your lips before meeting your pleading gaze. 

“Fine.” Sam conceded after he blinked and broke the staring contest between the two of you.

Your mouth pulled into a wide smile. “Great! I’m going to go shower and when I come out, you better not be on this laptop and have found a movie for the two of us to shit on okay?” 

Sam couldn’t help but smile at your infectious energy. “Sounds good.” 

You nodded at Sam before heading to your duffle at the foot of your bed, quickly grabbing your pajamas and going into the bathroom. The shower started, and you began to hum to yourself as you waited for the water to warm up.  

Sam kept his eyes trained on you until the bathroom door closed with a click. He glanced at his laptop before he shook his head. You always seemed to pull Sam out of his own head, which he was grateful for since this past year.

It weighed on him like a two-ton car on his shoulders. But you were like a soothing balm over the rough days that he dealt with when grappling with the blood addiction. Guilt brewed in his stomach, wanting to admit to you that he needed the stuff to feel stronger, but he wasn’t sure about how you would react, so he kept it to himself—letting the feeling slowly consume him. 

Sam got up from his seat and stretched out his stiff muscles. He didn’t know how long he was sitting there but could feel the ache in his shoulders and back from sitting on the uncomfortable chair. 

Sam sat at the foot of the bed you were lying on earlier and grabbed the remote, clicking through the channels on the shitty TV that the motel provided. 

You were out of the shower in no time, but as you strolled out of the bathroom, a scowl made its way onto your face. You hated that you recognized the back of the brunette’s head, and you could see the annoyed look that Sam etched into his face as he stared her down. 

“For fucks sake, is there not a day where we aren’t free from your bullshit?” You groaned as Ruby turned around at the sound of your exasperated tone. 

“Well, don’t you sound so happy to see me.” Ruby quipped with a mocking smirk on her face. 

You rolled your eyes at her as you crossed your arms over your clothed chest. Both Sam and Ruby’s eyes followed the movement, the action pulling the shirt taut over your chest and revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“What do you want, Ruby?” Sam asked, his voice carrying a roughness to it. 

“Can’t a girl drop by and say hi?” Ruby shrugged. Her question was innocent, but both you and Sam knew better. 

“Not when it’s you. Now what do you want?” 

Ruby put her hands up at your irritated tone. “Jeez, here I thought we were getting along.” 

You looked at her incredulously. “When have we ever gotten along?” 

Ruby had a dangerous gleam in her brown eyes—but before she could say anything, Sam moved in between the two of you, going behind you, grabbing your shoulders, and pulling you backward. You didn’t realize that you had been inching closer to her. Feeling Sam’s hands on your shoulders made you relax slightly, grounding you in the moment. 

Ruby looked on the scene with a smirk dancing on her lips. Oh, she was going to have some fun with this. 

“Okay, let’s just cool it for a second.” Sam saw the tension beginning to brew, and he really didn’t want to break up a fight between the two of you. “Ruby, if you don’t want or need anything, then leave.” 

Ruby pouted at Sam. “Awe, you want me to leave so soon?” 

“Yes!” You exclaimed, answering before Sam could. 

Sam squeezed your shoulders, signaling that you needed to calm down. 

“Ruby, Leave.” Sam’s tone was serious as he stared at her. He could feel his skin starting to crawl the longer she stayed, itching for a fix. Sam’s supply was running low, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it while you were in the room. 

“Ugh, the two of you are no fun.” She looked around the room, not making any moves to leave. “Where’s the third musketeer?” 

“He’s at the bar.” You spat out through gritted teeth. “Is that all you wanted to ask or are you just trying to waste our time?” 

“And what time am I wasting? It doesn’t look like you guys were doing anything important. Or did I interrupt something again like I did last time?” Ruby’s smile was coy and knowing as a mischievous glint passed through her eyes. 

“What-

“You didn’t. Now get out.” You quickly interrupted Sam, sending Ruby a glare that had the heat of a thousand suns. 

The smirk never slipped from Ruby’s lips. “Hmm. That’s not what you said when you were moaning like a whore while our pussies were grinding against each other.” 

The reaction from you and Sam was immediate. Your face flushed with heat while Sam’s hands slipped from your shoulders; shock rendered him speechless as his brain was trying to comprehend Ruby’s words. 

“Shut the fuck up.” You ground your teeth together and had to resist the urge to strangle Ruby and cover your flaming cheeks. Embarrassment flooded your veins, and you were grateful that Sam was standing behind you so you didn't see his reaction. 

Sam blinked in surprise and shock. His own mind betrayed him and conjured up an image of the two of you naked in bed and having sex. Sam had to clear his throat, looking away from the demon smirking in front of him, attempting to tamp down the growing arousal brewing in him at the thought. 

“I don’t know why you’re embarrassed, Sammy here is into the idea of it isn’t he?” Ruby asked as she moved closer to you, like a snake inching toward her prey, getting ready to strike. 

“Ruby.” Sam’s voice was stern, agitated by her words. He moved out from behind you and stood right next to you.  

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Sam.” Ruby met your eyes, an almost malicious smile on her lips at the sight of the frown on your face. “I’ve never seen the two of you come harder to the idea of fucking each other while you fuck me," Ruby said casually like you guys were having a casual chat at the coffee shop. 

Ruby was having fun. That much was sure as she saw the two of you shift uncomfortably right next to each other, refusing to look at the other. It was easy to rile you up, and if she played her cards right, the three of you were going to be in for a fun night. She just needed to push the right buttons.

Sam always took a little convincing, but with her blood on the table, he always cracked and fell to his knees before her. But with you here, Ruby had a feeling you didn’t approve or know about the blood addiction, so she was relying on you. She just had to push a little harder to get you to snap. 

Once you broke, Ruby was sure that Sam would follow in your footsteps. A shiver of anticipation went down her spine as she inched closer to the two of you, only a foot away from either of you. 

Ruby let out a little laugh. “Come on guys, there’s no need to be embarrassed, we’re all adults here, we can talk about sex and having it with each other.” 

“Christ, do you ever stop talking or do you just like hearing the sound of your own voice?” You snapped. You were beyond done with Ruby. 

You were mortified that Ruby just carelessly revealed that the two of you had slept with each other to Sam. You were planning on taking that secret to the grave. You didn’t care about the fact that Sam was sleeping with her; it was a well-known fact between everyone and their mother at this point. But you can’t deny how your stomach fluttered at the mention of Ruby mentioning you while she fucked Sam. 

“You know what exactly you can do to shut me up.” Ruby taunted, wanting you to take the bait.

You stared at her, your fists bawled at your side. You took a glance at Sam. Fuck it. You thought before lunging at her, pulling her into a biting kiss filled with teeth and tongue. Ruby couldn’t help but smirk against your lips and had to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape her at the stunned expression that appeared on Sam’s face. 

What the hell? Sam thought as he saw you lunge at Ruby—he was going to reach for you, thinking you were going to attack her, but faltered when he saw you planted your lips on hers, pulling her into a rough kiss.

Sam thought of himself as a respectful man—but he was a man at the end of the day, and seeing two beautiful people kiss in front of him sent a bolt of arousal down his spine as he felt his cock hardening in his jeans. 

It ended all too soon for Ruby. Her mouth opened to say something, but your hand covered it—smothering any words that threatened to spill from her lips. A fire glinted in your eyes as you shook your head at her before looking at Sam with a smirk.

“Want to help me out here? Since she wants us to shut her up so badly.” 

If you want out, you can leave. I’ll deal with her. You conveyed to Sam in a silent conversation when your eyes met his increasingly darkening gaze, the hazel of his eyes being swallowed up by his pupil. Sam sent you an almost imperceptible nod, making your smirk widen. 

Ruby saw the exchange between the two of you, and she smirked underneath your hand. This was easier than she expected. 

You moved your hand from her mouth, turning her around so her back was facing you. Your hand quickly grabbed the hair near the nape of her neck and pulled her head back roughly, exposing her neck to you and making her stare up at Sam, who was looking down at her with a filthy smirk. Ruby had to muffle the low groan that escaped her lips at the sudden manhandling coming from you and the scrape of your nails against her scalp. 

“You wanna show me how you shut her up? She talked a big game about how you fuck her face.” Your filter was thrown out of the window. Lust had taken the driver's seat of your mind and your words. 

Sam chuckled darkly in a tone you’d never heard before, and you could feel your underwear dampening at the sound. “Yeah, I can show you. She sucks cock like a slut.” 

You hummed. “I figured. That’s the only thing that mouth is good for right, Sammy? It's better used for sucking cock and eating pussy.” You leaned down and nipped at her neck.

Ruby let out a soft moan at the feeling of your lips on her neck before a louder moan at the sting of the pain of your teeth sinking into her neck. 

“Yeah it is.” He agreed, looking at the scene in front of him hungrily. “The only time she’s quiet is when she’s choking on my cock.” 

Ruby’s underwear was ruined. She could feel it as arousal flooded her veins as you and Sam talked about her as if she wasn’t in the room with the two of you. 

“Are you guys going to keep talking about shutting me up or actually do it?”  Ruby had to swallow a moan at the feeling of a harsh tug of her hair before she lurched forward and felt the rough carpet against her jean-covered knees. She had to brace herself, Ruby's hands fell to Sam's thighs—her face now being eye-level with Sam’s prominent bulge. 

Your eyes were trained on Ruby’s hands as they unbuckled Sam’s belt and flicked open the button on his jeans. Sam kicked them off as soon as they fell off of his hips, leaving him in shirts and his boxers. 

Ruby looked at him with wide eyes as she leaned in and kissed his cock through the thin fabric. She started to plant kisses along his bulge, licking at the damp spot at the front of his boxers.

His hand landed in her hair, grasping at the strands. “Don’t tease.” Sam growled out as he shoved her closer to his covered crotch. 

Ruby huffed but obeyed him anyway. Her hands grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, his cock springing out once they were off. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. It was long and thick, the tip ruddy and leaking, and it was begging to be sucked. 

Ruby licked her lips at the sight of it. It had been a while since she had sucked Sam off, and she couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to the sensitive tip, precum smearing on her bottom lip. 

Sam let a low groan escape his chest at the feeling and let out a soft sigh at the feeling of her warm mouth wrapping around his tip and slowly enveloping the rest of his shaft. 

You let out a low whistle at the sight of Ruby swallowing down Sam’s cock, her nose nestled at the trimmed patch of hair at the base of his dick, reminding Sam that you were still in the room with them. 

His eyes snapped open, not realizing that they had closed and met your blown-out eyes. 

“Come here.” Sam gestured for you to come closer to him, his voice thick with lust. 

Ruby’s mouth started to move on Sam’s dick, her tongue tracing the veins that were on his thick shaft as you moved closer to Sam. He grabbed you by the waist as soon as you were close to him and kissed you hard. It wasn’t as hard as you kissed Ruby, but it was still filled with tongue and passion. Sam moaned against your lips as Ruby started to suck his cock with fervor, eventually making him part from your lips to look down at her—making you follow his gaze. 

“Wow, she really is a cocksucking slut.” You saw how eager she was on his dick, moving her head rapidly, spit pooling at the corner of her mouth as her mouth hollowed around him. 

You saw her hand reach for the rest of him that couldn’t fit in her mouth, but you acted fast, grabbing her hands and pinning them to the small of her back, going on your knees behind her. 

You clicked your tongue at her. “You’re gonna let him fuck your face like the good demon whore that you are.” You murmured into her ear as you squeezed her wrists. 

Ruby let out a low moan around Sam at your words, a groan escaping his mouth at the feeling of the vibrations around his dick, increasing the pleasure he was indulging in. Sam gathered her hair in one of his hands and started to thrust his hips, shoving his cock further down her throat. 

You kept her hands pinned to her back as you shuffled to the side of the both of them, the room filled with the sound of Sam’s pleasured grunts and groans alongside the occasional gag and shlick noises coming from Ruby’s mouth. 

It was pure debauchery as you watched Sam fuck Ruby’s face. Your underwear was ruined at this point—your pussy practically pulsating with need, but you could care less. You wanted to see Ruby get a taste of her own medicine for once. 

Ruby was in pure bliss right now. She didn’t feel the need to use her abnormal strength at all. Ruby was right where she wanted as she savored the taste of Sam on her taste buds. All she wanted next was to taste you. 

You used your free hand to shove your hand in her jeans, feeling her wetness through her underwear. “Shit, she’s soaked. Should have known you’d like being used like this.” You jeered at her as you pressed at her clit through her soaked panties. 

Ruby whined at the feeling of her clit being stimulated and ground her hips into your hand, wanting more friction. You let her, pressing harder against her as you rubbed her through her wet underwear.  

Sam started to fuck her face harder, pushing her face down his cock until he was fully sheathed into her mouth and holding her there. You could see her throat bulging with his length. 

You couldn’t help but groan at the sight and rubbed at Ruby harder. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You muttered as you heard Ruby gag around his dick. 

Sam was breathing harshly at the feeling of Ruby swallowing around his cock. “Such a good mouth, fuck!” He noticed how her hips were moving as your hand was shoved down her pants. “You liked being used by us don’t you?” 

Sam let go of her completely, letting her take a breath, a cough escaping her before it turned into a high-pitched moan. Your hand made its way underneath her panties and shoved two fingers into her sopping cunt—you were met with no resistance since she was leaking profusely. 

Ruby nodded in response, but Sam gripped her chin with his free hand. “Words.” He demanded. 

“Y-yes,” Ruby said through a broken moan. You had brushed against her g-spot and began to attack her neck with your lips. 

Sam used the opportunity of her open mouth and guided her back onto his cock, pistoning his hips at a slower pace than before but hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. 

You could feel her start to clench around your fingers as she moved her hips in tandem with your fingers. Before her orgasm could crest and overtake her, you signaled to Sam, and the both of you pulled away from her completely.

Ruby let out a pitiful whine as she stared up at the two of you through wet eyes. She looked fucked out with her pink lip gloss smeared all over her face, her mascara beginning to smudge and smear down her cheeks as Ruby glared up at the two of you. 

You couldn’t help but smirk at how wrecked she looked. You locked eyes with and sucked her slick from your fingers before turning to Sam and kissing him. He quickly reciprocated the kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth and groaning at the mixed taste of just purely you and Ruby’s arousal on your tongue. 

You quickly broke the kiss—a string of saliva connected the two of you before it broke. You both turned back to Ruby, matching predatory looks in either of your eyes. Ruby felt her stomach fall as you gestured for her to stand up. She stood on shaky legs before you pulled her into you, grabbing another fistful of hair and making her look up at you. 

A smirk that could rival her own black soul pulled at your lips. “Time to learn your lesson about showing up without any warning.” You let go of her and pushed her towards the bed. “Strip.” Your tone left no room for an argument.

“Are you going to let her boss you around too?” Ruby couldn’t help but take a jab at Sam. 

You raised your eyebrow at her, sharing a quick look with Sam. Then, with an unexpected speed for a man his size, Sam lunged at Ruby— pinning her to the bed with a hand around her throat. 

Sam glared down at Ruby. “You know I was going to let you come around my cock. But you had to be a brat.” Sam shook his head, acting disappointed. “We both call the shots tonight, you don’t, so strip.”

Sam looked back at you. “You too.” He ordered before letting go of Ruby and began to shed his shirt, shucking off the brown button-up before taking off the grey v-neck he had—leaving him standing naked in the warm lighting that the lamps of the motel room provided. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the expanse of his tanned skin as you took off the shirt and pajama shorts you changed into after you had showered, leaving you as bare as the day you were born.

Both of you approached the bed from opposite sides. The roles had reversed. Ruby was the prey now, left naked in the middle of the bed, her chest heaving with anticipation as you and Sam had become the predators and waiting for the right time to strike. You and Sam started to plant kisses on her bare skin. Your lips trailed across her chest as Sam’s lips moved down her stomach, moving in between her legs. 

Your hands went to her breasts, squeezing at the soft flesh as your mouth covered hers, kissing her sloppily as Sam began to kiss at her clit softly before swiping his tongue through her slit and spearing her on his stiffened tongue. 

Ruby broke the kiss, letting a moan erupt from deep in her chest as the heat in her lower stomach started to brew again. You began to pinch and twist at her nipples, biting and nipping at the soft skin of her neck and chest, letting her whines and moans fill your ears. 

Sweat began to coat her skin as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She felt like there were hands all over her body, gripping her thighs, her boobs, and her hips. Ruby could feel herself getting closer. She could almost taste her climax, but so could Sam. 

He pulled away from Ruby’s cunt. It was glistening from the mix of his spit and her slick, flushed, and her clit swollen from how Sam wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it. Ruby let out a frustrated cry, making you chuckle into her neck.

You pulled away from her, and one of your hands left her chest to caress her wet cheek, wiping at the stray tear. “You’ll come. Just until we think you deserve it, okay?” You cooed at her sweetly, but your words carried an undertone of authority. 

“Sam’s going to fuck you and I’m going to sit on your face.” You explained to Ruby with a gentle smile on your face, patting her flushed cheek before you and Sam moved. 

You hovered over her face, your back to the headboard as Sam wrenched her legs apart and teased her with his cock swiping through her slit, tapping his head on her clit teasingly—a low whine escaping her as her cunt clenched around nothing. 

“Use your words. What do you want?” Sam taunted, hearing her whine as his cock prodded at her entrance, the tip threatening to slip inside. 

Ruby ground her teeth together. She slowly regretted letting the two of you hold the power in this situation. Your wet cunt was hovering over her face, and Ruby’s mouth watered, remembering the unique taste of your arousal from the last time you sat on her face and rode it. 

She was aching to be filled by Sam’s cock. “Put your cock in me and sit on my face.” Ruby huffed, her voice strained with want. 

“What’s the magic word?” You couldn’t help but tease Ruby. She was being a brat, so this was warranted in your mind. 

“Please, please fill me up and ride my face.” Ruby broke, and she really didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to come. 

You looked at Sam. “If that’s what she wants.” You had a smirk as you shrugged, lowering yourself on her face. 

The soft sigh that you let out turned into a low moan as the vibrations of Ruby’s moan echoed through you and into your cunt as she started to eat you out, her hands finding purchase on your hips. You stared at how Ruby’s pussy stretched around Sam’s cock, and he let out the sexiest groan once he was fully seated inside of her. 

Sam started to move at a fast pace, giving Ruby no time to adjust to his size as he shoved his dick deeper and harder into her. You let yourself go as you rode her face, eyes fell shut at the feeling of her sucking at your clit—you were pinching at your nipples, sending more sparks of pleasure to your lower belly, letting the warmth bloom throughout your body. 

Your eyes snapped open at the feeling of Sam caressing your sides, moving your hands away from your breasts to knead and holding them in his big hands. You couldn’t help but lean forward, trying to keep your cunt connected with Ruby’s mouth and kissing Sam. 

You were obsessed with the taste of Ruby lingering in his mouth as your tongues danced with each other. Your hand fell and started to rub at Ruby’s swollen clit, making her squeal into your pussy. 

“Maybe we should have done this sooner. Her mouth feels so against me.” You panted into Sam’s mouth. 

Sam let out a breathless chuckle. “She liked that, clenched around me so tight when you said that. You like that? Us using you like our little fucktoy?” 

A muffled moan left her, and you smiled wickedly at Sam as your hips rutted harder down on her face. “Yeah, she does. The best part about this is that we can do as much as we want to her, and she won’t break.” 

Sam’s hips stuttered slightly. “Fuck, she’s clenching around me so tight. She’s close.” 

“Sam, stop.” 

He obeyed, stilling inside of her, and she whined against your pussy, stopping her ministrations. You slapped at her tit when you felt her tongue stop moving against you. 

“I didn’t say you could stop.” 

Ruby internally rolled her eyes at you but continued to eat you out, shoving her tongue in you and fucking you with it. You let out a moan but tried to compose yourself as you gestured for Sam to pull out of Ruby. He looked at you confused but pulled out of her anyway. 

You quickly leaned down, resting your hands against Ruby’s thighs before taking Sam in your mouth, and your eyes rolled back at the mixed taste of Sam and Ruby. 

“Fuck me. Shit, your mouth is so good, taking me in your mouth so well f’me pretty girl.” 

You preened at the praise from Sam, spending some time sucking his cock while letting the coil get tighter and tighter in you as Ruby used her mouth on you.  

As much as you didn’t want to, you lifted off of her face and pulled your mouth away from Sam. You were getting close as well, but you wanted to come around Sam’s cock. You moved your way down Ruby’s body, settling in between her legs and face-to-face with her pussy. 

“Doing so well for us Ruby, such a good little whore. You can come whenever Sam says you can?” You said as you started to softly rub at her clit with your thumb. 

Ruby didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to come already. Ruby was so close to an orgasm that time, but she was at the mercy of you and Sam. This may have backfired on her, but maybe it was for the better. 

You threw a coy smile over your shoulder at Sam, your hips swaying as an invitation as you spread your knees apart, revealing your pussy to him. Sam swiped his fingers through your wet slit before bringing his slick-coated fingers to his mouth and tasting you. 

“You taste good.” He said once his fingers were cleaned. Sam moved to eat you out, but you stopped him. 

“Next time, I want to feel you fill me up.” You promised as you sent him a slightly pleading look. 

You really wanted to be filled—you had been clenching around nothing all night, and you wanted to feel him for days after tonight. Sam nodded and gripped your hips while your face dipped down, and you licked a broad stripe up Ruby’s slit, your fingers entering her as your mouth wrapped around the bundle of nerves. 

You moaned into Ruby’s cunt as Sam stretched you out with his cock—the satisfying pinch of pain bled into pleasure as he filled you up. You swore you could feel him in your stomach, and the feeling intensified as he started to move. 

You tried to finger and eat out Ruby to the best of your ability as Sam fucked you, and sparks of pleasure zipped up your spine. 

Sam wouldn’t have imagined this happening in a million years. This was something that only played out in his fantasies, but fuck was he going to enjoy and wring out every drop of pleasure he could. His hands gripped your hips hard as he pistoned into you. 

“So tight around me, fuck, you feel so good.” Sam praised as he leaned over and planted kisses on your spine. 

You barely heard Sam’s praises over Ruby’s constant babbling and whining, filled with yeses and pleases and a mix of your names blending together in her garbled speech. 

“Can I come? Please!” Ruby begged, feeling her eyes well up in frustrated tears. She was so close but held back, not wanting to disobey either of you and have her orgasm ruined for the fourth time. 

Sam could feel you were getting close too—hell, he was on the verge of it as well. Your pussy was practically choking his cock as he brushed against the spongy spot that only Ruby and yourself could find. 

“Yeah, shit, you can come,” Sam ordered Ruby, and she all but broke apart on your fingers and mouth. You tried to work her through her orgasm, but you were distracted by Sam now rubbing at your sensitive clit while thrusting harder into you. Your forehead came to rest on her still convulsing pussy as you fell apart Sam’s cock. 

“Where?” He managed to say through gritted teeth, having held back his orgasm to let you get through yours, but with how you were pulsing around him, Sam was close to releasing you. 

“A-all over us.” You managed to say before Sam pulled out.

You lay beside Ruby as Sam got on his knees with you guys on the bed and started to stroke his cock rapidly with your lingering arousal as lube. He came with a long groan, spurts of his cum landing on both your and Ruby’s tits and chests as you both looked up at him. 

Sam’s breathing was harsh as he let go of his spent cock. He cursed underneath his breath when he saw you collect some of his cum and tasted it for yourself. You hummed at the taste. He was a little salty, but nothing too bad. You turned to the demon next to you and kissed her, your tongue coated in Sam’s essence. 

Sam’s cock twitched at the sight. It was really hot, but he knew he had to wait until he could get going. 

You pulled away from Ruby. “Learned your lesson yet?” You asked with a smirk on your lips, caressing her cheek with your free hand. 

A mischievous glint passed through her brown eyes. “I might need another lesson to ram it home.” 

You tore your eyes away from Ruby to look at Sam. Your gazes met, and a silent conversation passed between the two of you. 

“Round two it is.” You said, still looking at Sam before turning back to Ruby and straddling her. 

Ruby saw the dangerous look flash in your eye and saw the matching look in Sam’s eyes. She knew she was in for a very long night. 

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⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — a demon and an angel being together is wrong; so why does it feel right when its just you and ruby alone and she makes you feel so good?

⭒ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — angel!reader . kissing . fingering . oral fem! receiving . rubbing/scissoring? . slight dacryphilia . first time . use of (name) . NOT PROOFREAD SO BE NICE!! .

“hey, angel,” ruby mocked as she closed the door to the winchesters’ motel room, being empty of the brothers as they were on a hunt, leaving you in their wake.

“ruby.” you snarled as you turned to face her from your residence on sam’s bed. “what do you want? sam and dean are not here.” you spoke sternly. your structured way of speaking made the demon across from you smirk. she loved hearing you talk; how you didn’t know any slang or casual way of speaking, it made her admire you in a way she shouldn’t—you were an angel, and she hates angels.

ruby sighed, “formal as always, (name),” she rolled her eyes as she made her way towards you. “the guys should really teach you how to talk normally, because this?” she paused to circle her index finger at you, “this is too ‘business meeting’ rather than two friends catching up.”

you squinted your eyes into a strong glare as she shrugged off her jacket, tossing it onto the nearby chair. “we are not friends. and we do not catch up.” your gaze followed her form as she sauntered over to sit next to you on the edge of the bed.

“right. but we could be,” the side of her mouth upturned into a sly smirk, “i mean, a pretty angel being friends with her sworn enemy? quite the story, huh?” the glint in her eyes changed, you couldn’t exactly tell what it was—but it felt dangerous. she skimmed over your figure in a slow glide of her eyes, and it made you shiver.

“what? what are you doing?” you whispered, your shy voice egging her on unintentionally. “just looking,” she responded casually, very blatantly eyeing you up. you cowered slightly as she devoured you in her gaze. what was this feeling? why did you feel scared? you’re an angel, you’re better than this. better than her.

so why were you feeling the most conflicted you’ve ever been since you first arrived in your vessel? there was a hint of something else bubbling inside you. you didn’t know what that was either. but the way ruby was staring and the tone she had when she spoke, it was causing you to feel things you didn’t understand, and you were too afraid to find out.

“whatcha thinkin’ about, (name)?” her voice broke through your thoughts, bringing you back into the moment.

“nothing,” your voice wavered as you hesitantly met her eyes. what was wrong with you? why are you acting this way? did she do something? she smells the same, looks the same, irritates you the same. but what is this feeling in your lower stomach? and why is it somehow reaching further down your body the longer she stares at you?

“really? nothing?” she questioned, dragging out the last word as she got closer to you. you felt a familiar heat rise to your cheeks—something you always felt around the winchesters for some odd reason. you knew dean made certain jokes, and your body reacted accordingly, you assumed. sam would give you longing stares and often tried to protect you from said jokes, awkwardly yet intelligently explaining what was happening to you whenever you asked.

you were flustered. ruby had made you flustered.

and you liked it.

“what’s on your mind, angel?” the brunette asked. you could practically feel the desire dripping from her voice—almost like honey. “you can tell me. i’m here to listen.” her breath fanned over your lips as she got closer. and you didn’t back away. she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and held back most of her smirk. “tell me what you want, baby, tell me what you want me to do, and i’ll do it.” she nudged your nose with her own.

and you whimpered.

“words, baby,” she cooed. she snuck a hand up to cradle your face, pulling you until your lips brushed. this was wrong. this was blasphemous. but you couldn’t stop the two words that came from you. “kiss me.” you whispered against her mouth, your words being swallowed by her open grin. ruby connected her lips with your own, the sensation filling you with immense warmth. the kiss itself was fairly soft, but lust lingered in every movement.

you didn’t know how to kiss—as this was obviously your first. but you assumed your vessel had kissed before as it seemed to act on muscle memory. but you mostly just followed ruby’s lead, and she was good.

your hands hovered over her waist before landing and finding sanctuary there. her shirt had ridden up slightly, and thanks to her low rise jeans, you felt her skin on your fingertips. she became more eager now that you were touching her. and she showed it. she licked your bottom lip before slipping her tongue past and into your mouth. you gasped at the action but soon melted as your tongues tangled together. moans fell from both of you, crashing as your mouths collided faster.

her hands glided down to your breasts, cupping and groping while her lips found residence on your neck. she nipped, sucked, marked you as hers while pleasured sounds flew freely from you, letting her know her effect on you. your own hands wandered her body in a mix of hesitance and curiosity. you wanted to feel her everywhere. her skin was smooth, perfect. you had yearned for her touch for so long, denying yourself of the thought of merely brushing your pinky against her fingers as you stood next to her. but now she was claiming you, flicking her tongue against the freshly red bites she left—that would soon turn purple and raise multiple questions from the winchesters.

“i wanna taste you,” she whispered into your ear. you shuddered at the thought. “please,” she begged. ruby would never beg. but now she’s begging you to let her taste you? kissing and touching—being in the same damn room as a demon was frowned upon, forbidden on all sides. but to let one ‘go down’ on you? as dean supposedly liked to call the action. that was a new level of rebellion and sin that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. but to lie and say you didn’t want to find out was another point against what you stood for.

“yes,” you breathed. and she was off. she pushed you back against the bed, in too gentle of a manner for a demon. she took her time undressing you. she planted soft kisses along your body, her lips touching every centimeter of your skin. she had saved your underwear for last, slowly taking off the cotton. her pupils dilated, her mouth salivating, all from the sight of your most sacred body part. drenched and sensitive. just for her. because of her.

her tongue slipped up your folds in a long stripe, making you whine and twitch as she circled your clit. she wrapped her arms under and around your thighs, prying you open as she worked you with her tongue, pornagraphic noises spewing from your slacked mouth. your body jolted at the feel of her devouring you—your hands gripping the sheets before moving to her hair. your fingers threaded through her brown strands, getting tangled the more you moved. she grumbled and groaned; the noises she let out vibrating against you, sending you into overdrive. you had never felt this way before. and you weren’t sure if you’d ever want to stop.

she pulled away, your arousal and her saliva mixed on her face. “tell me you want it, angel,” she purred. she brought one of her arms from under you, trailing a finger close to your entrance. “tell me you want me to fill you up.” she placed a kiss on your inner thigh. you propped yourself up on your elbows, meeting her gaze. she looked beautiful in-between your legs. the sight of her would be etched into your mind forever.

“i want it.” you mumbled, chest heaving from the pleasure. “you want it?” she hummed with a smirk. “i want it, ruby.” you whined. you were getting desperate as she waited, the tip of her finger just barely touching you. “you sure, angel?” she asked in mock uncertainty. “i fucking want it!” you cursed, bucking your hips up eagerly.

you let out a sharp gasp that dissolved into a long moan as she practically jammed two fingers into you, setting a brutal pace right off the bat. your moans grew louder and more intense as she pumped her fingers into you, curling them just right while she sucked at your clit. your head fell back against the pillows, your elbows giving out.

she was unruly. she aimed to pleasure you, chasing your high quickly. and when you eventually came, it washed over you like a tidal wave. she held down your legs as you thrashed around, your moans filling the room. she continued to eat you out and finger you through your orgasm—licking up your essence as it leaked. your eyes were shut tight, a film of sweat coating your skin. you opened your eyes at the sound of rustling, seeing ruby was now fully undressed like you. she gave you a sweet smile before getting into a position you had seen on dean’s laptop before. she did a test rub of her slick folds against yours, both of you moaning in response.

you rutted your hips up against hers. and your legs shook as your cunt dragged against her own, the beginning of overstimulation pulsing through you. ruby took it as a sign to move as well. the two of you moaned and mewled. the thought of a dual orgasm filling both of your minds, your movements getting sloppier.

your eyes glossed over, tears prickling and throat tightening. you couldn’t handle it anymore. “ruby, please, stop, ple-ase!” you cried. but the sight of your teary begging only fueled her more. “just a bit longer, angel, you’re okay, you can take it,” she grinded harder against you, purposefully making it worse for you.

she smiled as you squirmed. her name fell from you in whiny sobs, your limbs thrashing around as she used you. you couldn’t help the involuntary buck of your hips. it felt so good, but the pain from your overworked nerves was still present.

ruby leaned down to kiss your tears away before smashing her lips onto yours, making you taste the remnants of yourself. she shoved her tongue into your mouth, muffling your sounds as the mutual coils snapped, the two of you cumming together.

you both pulled back, mouths agape. ruby’s eyes flashed black as yours began to glow a vibrant blue, your grace shining and illuminating her.

when the two of you calmed down, eyes back to normal and breathing both heavy, she smiled and pecked your lips. “i hope sam doesn’t mind the mess we made.”

that’s when you heard it. the familiar yet slightly distant rumble of the impala as it was pulling into the parking lot. “shit.” you mumbled. how were you going to explain this?

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Lie

(Sam Winchester x female reader)

Summary Sam never stopped wanting you. So when Ruby possesses you for a case and offers you to him, is he strong enough to say no? CWs: non con/extreme dub con! Do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. Scheming Ruby. Sam at his darkest. Possessed!reader. 18+. 1.9k words

Sam Winchester masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

It’s a bad plan, that much is clear, but it’s the only one you have.

When Sam shows up at your door, a year after you’ve last seen him, after what you had has ended, when he tells you his brother is in hell and that he needs your help, you should have shut the door in his face. But of course you don't.

Then, when you see her, the beautiful she-demon with the long dark hair and the face straight out of a classical painting, you should turn around on the spot. But again, you don't.

Why? You don’t know. You don’t know if you still have feelings for Sam, but the bittersweet pain you feel around him is somehow drawing you in, making you stay, making you help him. You see the two together and suddenly it’s clear, clear that there is something between them. Sam and Ruby. Ruby and Sam. You want him, and you hate yourself for wanting him.

At one point, you and Sam get into an argument, because you’re being dismissive of him and at the end of it, you look him up and down, disgust on your face.

“You’re so broken,” you say, and something sets in his face, something deep and violent.

The details of the plan aren’t important – the gist is that Ruby needs to not look like Ruby for a little bit, meaning that she needs to possess someone else. Sam’s against that, because of course he is, because he can never get off his high horse. The thought sneaks up on you before Ruby’s dark eyes even land on you.

“I could use her,” she says, and a shiver runs over you.

Which is how you end up willingly letting her in – not that she needs you to say yes, but she makes it a whole spiel that she wants you to. She disgusts you, but also you can’t deny that the double-meaning behind her words is making something twist in you. With Sam there in the same room, the air feels like it’s on fire.

So Ruby possesses you. She gets done what she needs to get done and then comes back to Sam, still in your body. You don’t know about any of this, because you are slumbering deep inside yourself.

Maybe it’s for the best.

Ruby doesn’t miss the way Sam scans your body when she walks in. She hasn’t missed any of the times he’s looked at you.

Is she jealous? No. She wants Sam for purely practical reasons. She needs him desperate and isolated. With Dean gone and the demon blood, he’s already pretty ruined. But she thinks there’s more to be done, there’s room for improvement. She needs him broken.

She tells Sam the work is done, and he says that means she can stop possessing you.

“Or,” Ruby says in your voice, “I could stay a little longer.”

It’s not like Sam couldn’t exorcize her with how strong he’s been getting. But he just frowns, not understanding, and Ruby wants to cackle. God, he is so predictable.

He’s gonna pretend he doesn’t want any of this, that this is wrong, etcetera, etcetera. He was the same when he started fucking her in her other body, the brain-dead one. But as usual, Sam Winchester will break sooner or later. That’s what always happens.

Ruby makes her intentions clear when she walks your body towards where Sam is sitting. Hips swaying, looking at him through your lashes. She’s basically offering you up on a silver platter, and Sam doesn’t move, pretends he has no idea what’s going on, the innocent lamb, until you’re right in front of him, run your hand up his sculpted chest, cup his face. Sam jerks back, horrified, disgusted.

“What are you doing?” he asks and his voice is actually shaking. Ruby could squeal.

“I know you miss her,” she says in your voice, then corrects herself: “Miss me. I miss you too.” Sam shakes his head.

“She wouldn’t have to know,” Ruby says, voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “I can hide it from her, Sam. She never needs to know.”

Sam’s eyes widen. If he was wearing pearls, he would be clutching them now. Ruby likes this game, but sometimes she needs to fight tooth and nail not to roll her eyes at the sensitive hunter.

“No!” Sam says, getting up, walking away from her to the other end of the room. But Ruby knows, she can see. She knows Sam’s body well enough to see that he’s already responding. Maybe she’ll make him drink from you. She’d have to think of a lie to cover up the wound, but it might be worth it to drag Sam deeper into the arms of depravity.

Now Ruby switches her approach. She mimics you, your proper and decent and good ways, the way you are so fucking earnest, just like Sam. It makes her want to barf.

“Sam,” she says, and it’s coming out the way you say it. “It’s okay. Just be with me.” Sam’s eyes narrow at her and Ruby smiles softly.

To give Sam some credit, he holds out for a long time. Ruby almost begins to wonder if he’s not gonna do it. But when she drops you to your knees in front of him, begging to be touched, to be fucked, it’s more than even he can take.

Sam grabs your arm, wraps a large hand around your biceps and pulls you up, lips meeting in a hungry battle. She makes you hold his face and give a heady moan when Sam presses his mouth against your jaw, travels along its line.

She can see the turmoil in him in how to do it. He hates Ruby and always fucks her roughly in the other body, like he hates her guts. Uses her like she’s just a thing – oh, she would love for you to see him like that, to see your sweet Sam so depraved, so selfish. Ruby doesn’t feel any of it so she couldn’t care less, but if there was a real girl inside her, she’d be walking sideways the next day.

He loves you, though, or something like it, and the want and yearning and neediness comes out. His hands rip at your clothes, so desperate is he to get to the flesh and skin underneath, and Ruby makes a mental note to hide the clothes, or throw them away so you are kept in the dark.

That, or leave them for you to find. God, she’s a genius. Lilith would be so proud.

Sam fingers you open, then drops his mouth to your pussy, eats you out like a man starving. Ruby does her best porn star impression, throws your head back, grinds against him, moans, yes Sam, don’t stop, oh God, please don’t stop, yes, you feel so good, you’re gonna make me come so hard.

She fakes an intense orgasm, makes you whimper and your thighs twitch. Makes you grab the back of Sam’s head in the hope of somehow bringing him closer. He gives a deep groan, mouth still clamped to your cunt, and she feels the vibrations of it, even though they do nothing for her.

Then he lays you on your back. He takes his time grinding into you, careful not to hurt you but then Ruby makes you roll your toes, bite your lip, squeeze him inside of you, and he loses it. Starts fucking into you roughly, and with his considerable size, Ruby knows you’ll feel him tomorrow. She can’t help but smile at that and Sam, humongous idiot that he is, dips down, kisses your lips.

“I miss you so much,” he pants and Ruby wraps your arms around his neck, pulls him in because it’s the only way she can hide the broad grin on your face.

When Sam comes he wraps his hand into your hair, presses his forehead against yours. Looks deep into your eyes as his balls pull up and he empties himself into you. Ruby makes you moan again, brows pulled together while she pretends you’re having a hard time keeping your eyes open. She runs your hands over Sam’s back, not using her nails the way she does usually.

Sam moves to pull out of you, but Ruby holds him close with one arm, while the other wanders between your two bodies and she starts petting your clit. The smile on her is genuine. You’re a soft thing, and if the circumstances were different, Ruby might have her fun with you. She keeps rubbing, Sam watching in rapt fascination.

This orgasm is real, and Ruby feels it all the way to the roots of your hair. She can’t always experience what her meatsuit feels, but this time she does. The desperate whine she draws from you makes her shiver, and it takes her a long time to catch her breath.

Afterwards, she pretends to fall asleep. Sam knows of course that she doesn’t need sleep, but he seems to crave the illusion of it, the lie. He lies next to your body, runs his fingers over you ever so gently.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, and his voice is thick with tears and horror at his own actions. Ruby just keeps her eyes shut. You need your rest.

You wake up, stretch on the motel bed.

Jesus, you’ve never been possessed, but you didn’t think it would feel like this. Like a hangover, in a way. You feel soreness and you can’t locate it right away and when you do, it doesn’t make any sense.

“Hey, sleep well?” you hear and look over. Sam’s on the other motel bed, laptop propped up before him. His words are casual, but he looks unwell. Shaky, pale. His smile is forced. As you sit up, you wonder if he’s coming down with something.

You don’t remember falling asleep. You don’t remember anything from the moment when Ruby possessed you. As you look down yourself, you see your clothes and it startles you for a moment. You’re sure you were wearing something else. But maybe you’re wrong. Possession really is like a bad hangover.

Speaking of Ruby, she walks in from the bathroom, and just as you wonder what a demon needs the bathroom for, she smiles at you. A beautiful, soft smile, that could almost make you think she isn’t an abomination from Hell. You stretch your shoulders. Her eyes on you make you feel nervous. She won’t stop looking at you. Then suddenly she moves.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” she says, and she’s also trying to sound casual. You look over at Sam, and he’s avoiding your gaze. Something blooms in you, something uncomfortable. Something you can’t name but it settles in you like a heavy stone.

Ruby leaves and then it’s just you and Sam. He drives you home, the work done, and when you arrive, you turn to him.

“I’m sorry about what I said to you, about you being broken,” you say to him, because it’s the only reason you can see for his strange behavior.

 “That’s okay,” Sam says, hands wrapped tight around the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.

There’s nothing more to say. You tell Sam to call you when he’s in the area. These past days have made it clear to you that there is still something between you two. And Sam really seems like he might need someone in his corner right now.

You get out of the car and look back. It might be a trick of the light, but you think you see tears in Sam’s eyes. Then he drives off.

You never hear from him again.

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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.

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splinters in my knuckles - ruby

pairing: ruby x reader

content: EXPLICIT 18+, angel!reader, reader is an angel in an afab vessel, mostly gn!reader (she/her used once), enemies to lovers (in a sense), implied sam x reader, brief but explicit samruby, voyeurism, dubious consent (the sex is consensual but some of the scenes leading up are questionable), RUBY HAS A HAPPY TRAIL AND A BUSH IDC, dom!ruby/sub!reader, wall sex, oral sex (ruby receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), thigh riding, name calling/degradation (whore, slut), use of angel as a pet name, religious imagery

word count: 6.6k

summary: It would not be your first choice to work with the demon girl. But the younger Winchester, the boy with the demon blood, seems to have grown quite fond of her. And Dean, well…he, like you, doesn’t trust her, you can tell, but he trusts his brother more implicitly than you’ve seen some of your brethren trust their own. And so Dean Winchester insists, and every angel in heaven knows that, in the end, what the righteous man wants, the righteous man will get. But you have a job to do. Your mission is to protect the brothers, and Ruby’s presence sticks in your mind like a splinter. She’s dangerous, she must be. You need to neutralize the threat.

notes: you can all thank daisy for this one. i have been enabled. also, it seems i am genuinely incapable of writing fic without mentioning sam idk. ALSO also (sorry guys i'm a yapper), i love spn angels. i find them so interesting (probably the religious trauma idk) and it is VERY MUCH EVIDENT in this fic. the religious undertones are overtoning, frankly. and, btw, the title is from harry styles' only angel, which i thought was appropriate. anyways... i hope you enjoy my first ruby fic just know that it shan't be the last >:)

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It would not be your first choice to work with the demon girl. Nor would it be your second, or your third. She’s a traitor even by hell’s standards, and you don’t trust her as far as you can throw her (which, admittedly, would be quite far. You’re still getting the hang of the human turns of phrase). But the younger Winchester, the boy with the demon blood, seems to have grown quite fond of her. And Dean, well…he, like you, doesn’t trust her, you can tell, but he trusts his brother more implicitly than you’ve seen some of your brethren trust their own. And so Dean Winchester insists, and every angel in heaven knows that, in the end, what the righteous man wants, the righteous man will get. Besides, you’ve grown a fondness of your own for the Winchesters, even, and perhaps especially, the boy king, as it were; their judgement seems to be generally quite sound, and their hearts nearly always in the right place. 

You’re cordial with her when you must be. It’s not often that you meet her face to face. The Winchesters like you, you think—more than they like most of the angels, at least—and they must know you’re not too keen on interacting with this Ruby. Though they call on you and Castiel like you’re their own personal guard dogs, though you can sense her continued presence all over Sam everytime you speak to them, the men do a good job of keeping the two of you entirely separate. You’d find it considerate if you didn’t have a job to do. Your mission is to protect the brothers, and Ruby’s presence sticks in your mind like a splinter. An itch you can’t scratch. The way she occupies your thoughts—she’s dangerous, she must be. You need to neutralize the threat.

You cannot track her, not the way you could anyone else. You’d fear she warded herself physically, but a few pointed conversations with the Winchesters lead to a bemused Dean telling you the shroud comes from some sort of spell. A hex bag. This, you know, will be much easier to deal with than any sort of markings on the skin—or, Father forbid, the skeleton—of her vessel. All you have to do is sabotage the spell, and all you have to do to accomplish that is find her. 

It’s not hard. Ruby may be hidden from you, but Sam is not. The younger Winchester is a bleeding heart; he trusts you. Following him to his pet devil, an angel on his shoulder, is no challenge at all. The motel he meets her at is exceptionally normal. Somehow, you expected something overtly evil. She is hellspawn, after all. But the room is simple, nearly identical to the ones you’d grown accustomed to Sam and Dean calling you to over the past few months. You’re not sure you like the association. 

You slip the hex bag from its place tucked in the pocket of a coat, careful to keep your actions as silent as possible. You may not be visible to the two occupants of the room, but if you make enough noise to draw them from their conversation, your cover may still be blown. Strangely, as you carefully untie the knot at the top of the cloth, you feel almost…guilty. It is true, you suppose, that you’ve betrayed Sam’s trust by following him here, but what you’re doing is for his good, in the end. That’s what you tell yourself as you remove a bone from the cloth and replace the bag exactly where you found it. If Sam Winchester’s trust is the only casualty in keeping him and his brother alive, then that’s simply a sacrifice you will have to make. 

Your sabotage works exactly as you expected it to. The next time you search for her, when you’re sure Sam is occupied on some hunt or another, you find her as easily as you’d find anyone else, demonic or otherwise. It sends something smug up your spine, and your wings, which usually after flying would return to relaxing at your back, flutter and spread wide like a preening bird, watching Ruby wipe the blood off her knife on the shirt of the fallen demon at her feet. 

It would be so easy to smite her, here and now. She could fight you, perhaps, if you don’t quite have the element of surprise you think you do, but she has no way to kill you. Her puny knife has no effect on the heavenly host. Still, something gives you pause. A hesitance that emanates somewhere near your gut, rather than your mind. It makes no sense, but gives you a moment to think. You may be willing to sacrifice the Winchesters’ trust in you, but Heaven needs the begrudging trust they’ve gained with the righteous man. Dean may not like Ruby, but for you to kill her despite their hesitant allegiance…he will see it as a betrayal, and in his eyes, a betrayal on your behalf is a betrayal on behalf of Heaven itself. So no, you can’t kill her, not without reason—a provable reason. 

You assume it would be fairly easy to find one, but Ruby doesn’t seem to do much of anything at all. She meets up with Sam, interrogates the occasional demon, but outside of that she seems mostly to be lying in wait. 9 times out of 10 you find her drinking, eating. Nothing really all that debaucherous at all. The lack of anything substantial should soothe your mind, but, if anything, you fixate even more with every day that passes by with no proof. Obsessive, every moment you have to yourself is spent over Ruby’s shoulder, watching. She will slip up, you know it, and when she does, you will be there to see it. 

You find yourself watching as she patters around a motel room. From your station at the corner of the room, you can see it all. She picks up a takeout menu, she picks up a phone, sets them both down, seemingly changing her mind. She stretches her arms over her head, and your eyes drop and catch on a strip of smooth, tan skin above the waistband of her jeans where the tank top she wears has ridden up. Her bare skin holds your attention even as she drops her arms. She doesn’t fix her top. Your heart—your vessel’s heart, technically, that still beats to keep the skin and muscles that contain your angelic form from decaying and rotting around you—stutters and begins to race. It’s such a novel event that you don’t notice Ruby’s approach until it’s too late. 

She stops in front of you, less than a foot away, and you are suddenly stuck between a rock and a hard place. You cannot back up, the bedside table directly at your back prevents you from doing so. Obviously, you cannot move forward past her. You’re stuck. 

Ruby faces you, but she does not look at you. Instead, her gaze casts downwards, and you follow her eyes to see her chest, cleavage accentuated by the deep cut neckline of her shirt. Your hand twitches, warm at your side. Her hands shift to the hem of her top, fingers hooking underneath it. With her arms in front of her, the space between you grows even slimmer. You don’t breathe, you have no need to; still, you hold your breath as if it would help you pass undetected. 

Time seems to slow—every inch of revealed skin feels like it takes hours as she removes her shirt. Your gaze lingers on every one, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes take in acres of tan skin, catching on the tuft of coarse hair below her navel. It becomes increasingly clear with each passing moment that she wears nothing underneath, clearer and clearer until her bare torso is laid out in front of you and there is—

There is something wrong with your vessel. It should have been obvious from the moment your heart began to race, but you allowed the hellspawn to distract you. Now, though, it is undeniable. Your skin is hot, especially your face, and your pupils are blown wide as if the room was pitch dark. Your muscles are tight, something twisting in your chest, your gut. She turns to the side, facing the bed, and stretches again, and the shift of her shoulders makes your heart beats so loudly you fear the sound will give you away. Most concerningly of all, though, is your wings. Again, they spread wide and preening at your back, almost as if you were presenting them. Something is very, very wrong. 

You stumble back in an effort to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, and you knock into the table in the process. Ruby’s attention snaps to the noise, and the grin on her face leaves no doubt in your mind. She’s done this. She knows you’re here, she knows you’re onto her, and she’s performed some sort of spell—though you know of none that would have this effect on your kind. 

In the split second between the flutter of your wings and your leaving, you swear you hear her laugh. 

You’re determined to keep your distance for a few days. You have no idea what she’s done to you to make your vessel react like that, and you have no idea what other effects it could have. Despite your urge to tail her even closer in response, you know it would be unwise. 

Except you can’t stop seeing the way she grinned, like she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. Except you can’t stop seeing her. The expanse of her stomach, the small of her back dusted with soft peach fuzz. The dip between her breasts. Her visage plagues your mind incessantly, and before you even realize what you’re doing, you find yourself in a motel room, staring her down. 

“I told you before, Ruby.” You’re so fixated that Sam’s voice startles you. You don’t know how you could have missed him; he sits on the edge of the bed, hands on Ruby’s waist where she stands between his legs. She cuts her eyes to the side, and if you weren’t sure there was no way she could see you, you’d be worried. “I’m not—I’m not doing that anymore. I meant it.” 

That piques your interest. If you could prove to Dean that Ruby was drawing Sam back to the dark he’d been so adamant on keeping away from his brother, he certainly would not protest putting her down.

Ruby smirks, drawing her hand up Sam’s chest. “I heard you. But you can’t think I’d be opposed to some good, old-fashioned hedonism.” Then, in a mirror of her actions the last time you saw her, she draws her shirt over her head, letting it fall from her fingers carelessly. Sam’s fingers tighten on her waist. Yours tighten into fists at your sides. “Hmm?” 

You really should leave. Following Sam to get to Ruby was one thing, but this, the look on his face, this is…vulnerable. You never wanted to get him caught up in your obsession, not like this. You shouldn’t be here. 

But then Ruby leans forward, her mouth brushing his skin, to speak quietly in his ear. You can’t quite make out what she says, but you’re almost sure she says your name, falling like a hymn from honeyed lips. Entranced, you take a step towards them just as Sam groans, his hand slipping across her skin to settle at the small of her back and drag her closer. He sinks his teeth into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and you can almost feel it. The warmth of her back under your palm, the plush of her skin beneath your teeth. 

Your eyes meet Ruby’s, the warm, chocolate brown irises of her vessel drawing you in, so much so that you ignore the echoing strangeness of the eye contact until it finally clicks in your mind. She’s looking at you; not just near you, but at you, as if she could see you, but that is not possible. Although, you consider the way she walked straight up to you the last time she antagonized you. The way she’s looking straight towards you now. She shouldn’t be able to, but she knows exactly where you are. And she is doing this on purpose, you know she is. And you are done playing her game. 

Your wings flutter, taking you out of the motel room and into the quiet rose garden of an elderly midwestern woman’s heaven. It’s peaceful here, and it leaves you with room to think, finally, a million miles away from that devil. What she’s done….you’re not really sure, exactly, what she’s done, but you know that it is vile, and you’re sure that if Dean Winchester knew what you do, he would not hesitate to agree that Ruby needs to be neutralized. 

Your hand tingles with phantom sparks, your teeth grinding where you pace along the edge of the garden. Righteous man be damned, the next time you get her alone, you will put that blasphemous creature down, so help you God. Heaven will thank you, in the end. 

You must wait. It’s hard to do so now that you’ve made your mind up, but patience is a virtue. The last thing you want is to end up in a similar position to the last time. Sam Winchester must be as far away from Ruby as possible when the deed is done. In the end, it takes two days for the distance to be wide enough for you to feel comfortable. 

Ruby lounges on a motel bed when you arrive. Her eyes are closed, but her smile tells you she knows you’re here. So much for taking her by surprise. “You know, I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me,” she says, speaking out loud to what to her is essentially an empty room. But, of course, she opens one eye to look right at you. “How about you come out and play, huh?” 

Her voice, so taunting, draws a billowing sort of rage from your chest. You cross the room before you appear before her, just so you don’t prove her right. “There should have been no way for you to even tell a difference,” you tell her, your own voice tight with your growing frustration. She’s toying with you. 

She rolls her eyes, her head lolling to the side to look at you. “Chill, feathers. Don’t get your halo in a twist.” She pushes herself up and tosses her legs off the side of the bed, now sitting facing you where you stand near the wall. Her hair is mussed from the cheap pillows. Your mind unhelpfully provides you with an image of your fingers smoothing it down.  “I thought it was only fair, seeing as you decided to ruin my hex bag. Was I supposed to let every holy roller from on high come and zap my ass just because you wanted to shadow me?” 

That certainly would’ve made your life a lot easier. You shift on your feet, straightening your spine as you stare her down. “So you have placed a spell upon me?” At least you’re not going crazy. 

Ruby scoffs. “No, I placed a spell upon myself, genius,” she retorts, her voice mocking as she shoots your words back at you. The irritation in your chest sparks and shoots down your spine where it twists into…something else. “Just so I’d know if you or any of your buddies were coming after me. Came in handy, though.” She shifts her eyes, then, from your face to somewhere to the side and just behind you, and she grins—that same, infuriating, ‘you’re playing right into my hand’ type grin that got you here in the first place. “Your wings are pretty, angel. You preening like that for me?” 

She’s bluffing. It doesn’t matter what sort of spell she’s using, there is absolutely no way she could see your wings. Her eyes would melt from her skull before she could even catch a glimpse. Still, your jaw grows tense, teeth clicking together as you close your wings behind your back self-consciously. “What have you done to me?” you growl, taking a step towards her that you hope is threatening. 

She just laughs, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. Your eyes flick down to the neckline of her shirt before you force them back to hers. “You poor thing,” she coos, the condescension twisting your gut even further. “You don’t even know you want me, do you?” 

Her words give you pause. Arousal. That is what you feel twisting around your spine and your gut and dipping between your legs, that is what has had your heart racing and your skin heating and your mind stuttering and stalling. Like many things when it comes to Ruby, it shouldn’t be possible—not for you, not for any part of the heavenly host—but as she points it out, you cannot deny it. Not to yourself, anyway. “I am an angel of the Lord,” you say, your voice carefully level. Purposefully impartial. “The only thing I want is your head on a pike.” 

She doesn’t seem to believe you. In fact, she doesn’t seem threatened at all, hasn’t since you got here. “Sure. So why don’t you kill me then?” She stands and takes a step towards you. You take a step back. “If you want me dead so bad, why didn’t you kill me right after you sabotaged my hex bag?” For every step she takes towards you, you take another away. It doesn’t deter her—it only makes her smirk as she mocks you. “Or when you were watching me change? Or, you know what, how about when you were watching me and Sam?” Your back hits the wall, and she laughs in your face. “You know, I think he likes you—”

“Enough,” you grit out, ignoring, once again, the pounding of your heart. She stands so close. You could count her eyelashes, if you wanted to. You almost do. 

Her lips turn down in a little pout. You kind of want to bite it. “Oh, don’t get all upset, angel,” she purrs, lifting her hand to brush her fingers against a strand of your hair. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and you watch her eyes follow the movement. It’s a little intoxicating. “I like you too. Why else do you think I put up with you trailing me like a lost puppy for so long?” 

The space between you—what little remains of one, anyway—sparks with tension, heavy and thick like the air before a storm. You gather yourself, dragging your voice up from where it’s dropped out along with your stomach. “I don’t…” you trail off, lost for words to describe this because you don’t know. In the abstract, of course, you understand. Sex, desire—you understand these things in perhaps the same way a human might understand your metaphysical form. Something entirely theoretical, something that wasn’t meant for you. But here you are, wanting, yearning. Desiring. And you are left with no concept as to how. 

Ruby smiles again, but this one is…not quite so biting. Not soft, nothing about her is soft, but it’s something close. “I know,” she mutters, and her voice brushes over your skin brimming with mirth, a joke passed between the two of you that you’re not sure you quite understand. Then her hand slips behind your head, firm against the back of your neck, and you don’t care anymore. “That might just be the best part.” 

Then she draws you in, presses her lips against yours, and as your eyes flutter shut, you know you were wrong. She is not soft, not even now, not even as she kisses you, deep and intent, but her lips where they move against yours, the skin on her face where you lift your hand to hold her, they are soft. They are plush and warm and deceiving, and you understand, in an instant, why Eve bit the apple. You sink your teeth into Ruby’s bottom lip, swallowing her groan as sweet, ripe fruit. 

You chase her lips as she pulls away, and she laughs as you land another kiss, two, three, before she catches you with a hand buried in the hair at the back of your neck. “You sure you’ve never done that before?” she teases, tugging at your hair and sending shocks of pleasure-pain down your neck until you open your eyes to meet hers. “You’re a quick learner, angel.” 

It takes you a moment to catch your breath again, your hands smoothing down her neck and across her shoulders. Her skin is warm under your hands, and you want to feel more. You want to feel it all, you want to draw up a map on her flesh, mark down all the places that make her shudder. “My…vessel, perhaps—” you start, but she interrupts you before you can get much further. 

“I don’t actually care,” she tells you, and though the words are blunt, they are not unkind. You think she may be just as impatient as you are. Her hand drops from your neck to your waist and the other comes up to meet it, shoving their way under your shirt to press against your bare skin. “I’ve got something better planned for that mouth of yours. Come on, arms up.” 

Ever obedient, you lift your arms and hers follow, tugging your shirt up and over your head. You feel her heated gaze like a physical thing as it roves over your skin, a phantom touch as her eyes linger on the line where the fabric of your bra ends and the swell of your breast begins. She raises her eyes to meet yours again, and then she smirks, and for the third time, you watch her remove her top. The difference is this time, you get to touch. 

She presses you back against the wall in another all-consuming kiss, distracting you from her hands fiddling with the button of your jeans. You give as good as you get, a new mission growing clearer and clearer in front of you. You want to know every part of her, you want to leave your fingerprints on every inch of her skin. You start at the small of her back, drawing her closer until she shoves her knee between your thighs, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. The noise that it draws out of your throat shocks you, leaves you panting into Ruby’s mouth as she smirks against yours. 

“Yeah?” she murmurs, ducking her head to lay a line of biting kisses up your throat as her fingers finally pop the button on your pants. “I’m not so bad, am I?” 

You slide your hands over her waist, drawing your fingers through the hair at the center of her lower belly. Your mouth waters at the thought of it. “No. No, you’re…” you trail off, too busy cupping her breasts in your hands to come up with a word to describe what she’s making you feel right now. 

You feel her moan against her neck, and the vibrations of it against your skin encourage you to brush your thumb over her nipple. She rewards you with the sensation of her teeth against your collarbone and her fingers hooking into your belt loops and dragging you bodily forward. Your senses are so overwhelmed that you don’t even realize she’s flipped your positions until she’s using your belt loops to pull your hips against hers as she backs against the wall.  

“You know, angel, I’ve gotta say…you look good like this,” Ruby tells you, dragging a line of hot, wet kisses all the way up your throat and smoothing her hands over your stomach, your ribs. She pauses when she gets to your bra, paying a little extra attention to your clothed breasts and huffing out a laugh when it gets you to whine. But, soon enough, her hands continue their journey until they land on your shoulders and begin to push you down, down, down, until she’s got you kneeling in front of her. She draws a finger along your jaw before using just the tip to tilt your head back, until you can see her smirking down at you. Towering over you. She’s an idol, and you’ve fallen at her feet. “But I think you look better on your knees.” 

There isn’t a view on Earth or in Heaven that could compare to the one you have right now. You draw your hands up her thighs, the denim of her jeans rough against your palms. With your hands on her hips and your eyes cast up to meet hers, you press your lips to the soft skin above her waistband, just to watch her pretty lips part around a gasp. And then, because you can’t help yourself, because you’ve wanted to since you first saw it, you lave your tongue over the trail of hair there, a low, satisfied moan escaping your throat as you do. 

You can feel her lungs inflate with the sharp breath she takes. Her knuckles brush your throat as she fumbles with her jeans’ button. “Damn, that fucking face,” she mutters, shoving her jeans down her hips. You take over pretty quickly, dragging them down her legs until she steps out and kicks them away. “Can’t wait to cover it in my cum. C’mere, pretty thing.” She gets a hand in your hair, firm on the back of your head, and then draws you closer, practically shoving your face against the fabric of her panties. 

You can feel the warmth of her through the lace, and you groan, open mouth dragging over her as she uses her grip on your hair to shove you even closer. God, you can smell her arousal—it’s so distinctive, sharp and musky, and your mouth waters with the need to taste it. You stick your tongue out, moaning as it drags over the rough fabric. 

“Oh, you’re just a natural, aren’t you, angel?” Ruby says, her voice pitched deep and almost raspy. It sends a shiver down your spine to know that you’re the reason for that. “You want it? You wanna taste?” You don’t even need to breathe, and yet you’re panting like a dog against her. You nod, and she reprimands you with a sharp tug at your hair. “Uh-uh, ask. Come on, nice and polite. I wanna hear it.” 

She doesn’t have to ask twice. Right now, you’d rip your grace from your chest and present it to her with a bow without a second thought if it meant you could get your mouth on her. “Can I taste you? Please?” 

Her hand leaves your hair in favor of hooking her fingers under the waistband of her panties. “I’ve got an angel begging at my feet,” she mutters, a short laugh punctuating the statement. “Yeah. You can have it.” 

It takes longer than it maybe should for her to tug her underwear off, entirely due to your unwillingness to budge even an inch from where you’re pressed against her. The fabric snags on your nose, your chin, but soon enough, it’s gone. Or, at the very least, out of your way. It makes no difference to you; you get what you want either way. 

Although, now that the opportunity is right in front of you, you hesitate. You want to do this right; you want to hear more of those sweet, raspy moans, you want to hear your name in that low, affected voice of hers. But you have no idea where to start. 

Ruby, of course, has no patience for your internal dilemma. She shoves her hand into your hair and drags you in, her stance wide to leave room for you. “Do I have to do everything for you?” she complains, even as she presses your face against her cunt, your nose buried in a shock of coarse curls. “You were so eager before, fuckin’ begging for it. You really gonna get shy on me now?” Well. When she puts it like that. 

You open your mouth, experimentally pressing your tongue flat against her wet cunt. The taste of her explodes on your tongue, the sensation so overwhelming that for a moment, it’s almost blinding, deafening—the entire function of your mind too focused on consuming her to make use of any of your other useless senses. The two of you moan in tandem, and in an instant, your hesitance fades, replaced with a gluttonous desire for more, more of her taste on your tongue, more of the feeling of her pussy against your lips. 

Your hands slip from her hips to spread over her ass, pulling her hips forward to press her more firmly against your mouth. You’re not sure what’s more obscene: the noises coming from you as your tongue works her over—the slurping, the whining and moaning—or the words falling from Ruby’s lips between her moans. 

“Look at you, angel,” she coos, using her hand on your head to guide you even closer, even deeper. You press your tongue inside her, and the gasping moan you pull from her is more beautiful than the choirs of Heaven by far. “Eating me out like a pro. Only took one taste to turn you into the perfect little whore for me, huh?” 

Her words only spur you on, encouraging you to be better, to press deeper. You’re glad you don’t need to breathe because you know, as your nose smushes against her clit, that you wouldn’t be able to. Her core spasms around your tongue as you fuck it in and out of her, the entire bottom half of your face slick with her cloying wetness. 

Her thighs have started to tremble beside your head, and her hand holds you steady against the back of your skull as her hips rock against your face. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop—” she moans, as if you would ever dream of stopping, come Hell or high water. Not when her cunt is pulsing so beautifully, not when she’s keening with every movement of your tongue. Her hand twists in your hair, pulling at it, and you moan, muffled against her skin. 

Her arms and her stomach and her thighs tense, and the whole world holds its breath. And then she cries out, her cunt gushing as she comes on your tongue; and she certainly fulfills her promise to cover you in her cum, smearing all over your mouth and chin. She’s breath-taking, riding out her orgasm with a firm grip in your hair just to make sure you stay right where you’re meant to be. You don’t want to pull away, anyway, lapping at her clit until she twitches with oversensitivity and quite literally drags you away. 

For a moment, the two of you simply stare at each other, both panting and messy with her slick. That is, until she drops to her knees in front of you, on your level now, and drags you into a bruising kiss, moaning into your mouth when she tastes herself on your tongue. “Fuck, you’re so good, angel,” she murmurs, hardly even pulling back to talk, just muttering against your lips. “Gonna make you come so hard for that, gonna rock your multidimensional world.” Her hands paw at your jeans, shoving them down your hips as she licks into your mouth. You hardly even notice. 

Your chest practically glows with the praise, and you draw your hands through her hair, smoothing it like you’d imagined when she’d first sat up what feels like a million years ago now. “It was good?” you ask when she pulls away, her forehead still pressed against yours, to yank your jeans down your legs, apparently frustrated with her inefficient shoving. You don’t pay attention to where they land, focused instead on the soft flush to her cheeks, exertion and pleasure coloring them rosy. 

She lifts her eyes to meet yours and grins, snapping the elastic of your panties against your hip as she reprimands, “Don’t fish. I told you you were good, didn’t I? Greedy.” Her voice, while teasing, seems to hold some finality. Take what you get. You suppose if you wanted soft, if you wanted praise, you shouldn’t have chosen to do this with a demon. You don’t regret it for even a moment. “God, I can’t believe how good you look. I just know Sam’s gonna be so jealous that I’m the first person to touch you like this.” 

You open your mouth to tell her you don’t think Sam would ever find out, not that you’re sure he’d care even if he did, but your words cut off with a gasp as she shoves her hand between your legs, cupping your clothed pussy with a soft pressure that sends sparks throughout your whole body. You hadn’t realized how much your cunt was aching for relief until now, with Ruby dangling it just out of your reach.

“You’re so wet,” she says, teasing a fingertip over you through ruined, messy fabric and laughing when it makes you whine. “Look at you. God’s perfect little soldier soaked through her panties like a slut, just from eating me out.” 

You reach down, closing your fingers gently around her wrist. “Ruby…” You’ve never heard your voice sound like that, breathy and downright needy, and it almost shocks you when it reaches your ears. You’d be embarrassed, but it makes her eyes darken and the meat of her hand press more firmly against you, so instead you lean into it, brushing your lips against hers. “Please.” 

She hums, her gaze flicking down to your lips. “Mm. Pretty whore,” she mutters, her breath puffing over your skin like the words are a physical thing, wrapping around your core and pulling tight. “Yeah. I’ll give you something to rut against.” Her fingers, deft and sure, tug the fabric of your panties aside to dip into your cunt, and her mouth swallows your gasp as she presses her lips to yours in a lingering kiss. All too soon, though, her hand draws back along with her kiss. She taps your waistband before flattening her hand there and shoving you back, just a little. “Take those off.” 

You do as she orders, dragging your underwear down your legs and placing them to the side once they’re off, although you think they might be well and truly ruined. When you turn back to Ruby, she’s sitting on her calves with her back against the wall, her legs spread just enough that you can see her glistening cunt. Her eyes rove down your body, then she lifts them to meet yours again and beckons you closer. “C’mere.” 

You shuffle towards her until she can reach out and grab you by the hips, guiding you to settle over her thigh. “Oh,” you breathe, finally understanding her intentions. 

She laughs at you as she encourages you to lower, to settle fully over the plush of her thigh. Even just that, just straddling her, has you clutching her shoulders, searching for something solid. “Yeah. Oh.” Her hands on your hips guide them forward, rolling against her skin, and your mouth falls open—this is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. This is carnal, this is pure sin, and you’re not sure you’ve ever felt need like this before. 

“Oh.” A broken record, that exclamation seems to be the only thing that can fall from your lips as her hands guide you back and forth, white hot pleasure zipping from your aching clit all the way up your spine. Your hands move from Ruby’s shoulders to bury themselves in her hair; you’d kiss her, but you’re not sure you’d be able to do much more than moan and whine into her mouth. 

She doesn’t seem to mind. She moves one hand from your hip—the other still encouraging your movements—to cup one of your breasts over the thin fabric of your bra, brushing her thumb over your hard, pebbled nipple. You drop your head to her shoulder, your whimper muffled against the skin of her neck. “You were just made for this, weren’t you?” she coos, shoving your bra out of her way to get her hand on your bare skin. Your hips stutter in their rhythm, shocked by the chill of her hand against your sensitive nipple, but Ruby doesn’t hesitate, her other hand immediately dragging your hips right back into their rocking. “Forget the leagues of Heaven, baby, you were made to be my pretty little slut.” 

“Oh, my—Ruby—” The pleasure builds and builds and builds in your core, and you can’t help but sink your teeth into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, desperate for something, anything, to ground you against the overwhelming onslaught. 

She rewards you with a bounce of her leg, pushing her thigh even firmer against your pussy. Your panting breaths catch on a sobbing moan, your hands white knuckled in her hair. The muscles in your abdomen go tense and tight, and you recognize it only because you had seen it in Ruby just minutes ago: you’re close. “Yeah? Are you gonna come for me, angel? Gonna soak my leg like the whore you are?” 

Your cunt clenches, and you’re sure she can feel it where you’re pressed against her, humping her leg like a bitch in heat. You’re so close, you only need a nudge now to tip over the edge. “Please, please, Ruby. Please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, only that Ruby is the only one who could give it to you.

She knows what you need. Of course she does. She ducks her head to close her lips around your nipple, the warmth of her mouth and her sweet, velvety tongue dragging you ever closer to your peak, the coil in your gut growing ever tighter. And then her hands—both of them on your hips now—drag you, firm and slow, over her thigh at the same time her teeth graze your nipple, and the hint of pain coupled with the intense pleasure has the coil finally snapping, your pussy spasming as you come for her. 

Your vision goes white, your whole body buzzing and humming with ecstasy. Distantly, through ringing ears, you think you hear something shatter. You can’t bring yourself to care, not with Ruby’s mouth on your breast and her hands guiding you as she works you through your orgasm. 

Of course, once you come to and open your eyes—when had you closed them? You can’t remember—you can’t help but notice the room is significantly darker than it had been before. Ruby laughs and, with a hand on your chin, guides you to look to the side, where the shattered remains of the lamp’s lightbulb litter the floor. “Talk about explosive,” she quips, bouncing her thigh underneath you just to hear you whimper. “Next time, I’ll make sure to turn the lights off first.” 

You could be cast out of Heaven for this. If you were found out…you could be killed. You certainly would never be allowed back into the pearly gates. But…as Ruby turns your face towards her again and draws you into a kiss, you think this may be worth falling for. At your back, your wings spread wide.

[imbadatwrighting]

Reader: Hey, can you taste this batter?

Ruby: Hmm… I think it’s a little off.

Reader: You know what’s off? Your mouth! Why Sam lets your stupid tongue anywhere near him, I’ll never know!

Reader: …Nope. I forgot the sugar. That’s on me.

[samsblades]

✶ . ၄၃ . real cute — ruby

cw : gn!reader, smut, fluff, bratty & sorta subby ruby but also implied switch ruby and reader, car sex, kissing/making out, swearing, praise, teasing, nipple play, oral & fingering (ruby receiving), finger sucking, bushy pussy ruby <3, nicknames (baby, babe, honey, pretty girl, sweetheart), ruby sastiel shipper???, poorly edited, ft sam at the beginning, 3.5K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

summary : you ask a pretty girl (?) out on a date.. she says yes, so you pick her up, but neither of you make it inside the restaurant because you end up fucking in the car.

the guy sitting across from her looks at you like you’re crazy for asking her out. you’re not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, mostly because you don’t mind your girls a little… off-kilter, maybe. 

but her? no, she looks at you with a pleased smirk that’s gorgeous enough for you to decide that the dude’s look means nothing to you.

“oh, come on, sam, quit looking ‘em like that,” she scolds him. “can’t a girl get asked out every once and a while?” she turns back to you. “don’t pay him any attention. sure you can, babe,” she says to your, ‘can i take you out on a date?’ 

you grin back at her. “well then, babe,” you parrot, “i take it that means you wouldn’t mind giving me your number?” she gladly punches her number into your phone when you hold it out to her, and the guy, sam, keeps looking at you like you’re making a horrible decision. it’s sort of funny, honestly. you pay him no mind and check your phone when she hands it back to you. she’s put the name ruby into the contact.

“just an fyi, you get bonus points if you bring me somewhere with good fries,” ruby grins, punctuating the sentiment by popping a ketchup lathered, greasy diner fry between her pretty lips. 

“well, then. thanks for the tip, darling. i know just the place.” you love how easy it already is to have this flirty banter with her. then again, you could see her eye roll from across the diner so it wasn’t too surprising at all that she matched this sort of energy.

when you first caught sight of her, walking in with the man, sam, you were highly disappointed. she’s just so pretty, there was no resisting the immediate attraction to her that you felt. her dark hair and high cheekbones, leather jacket, big belt buckle, and graphic t-shirt all pulled you right in. so, you subtly listened and watched them, triumphant when you heard her say something about his “angel boyfriend.” so you finished your food, paid, and walked right over to ask her on a date.

you hold your phone up definitively. “i’ll text you, ruby. you’d better text back, even if it’s just for the fries. you won’t regret it.”

she looks pleased to hear that, “you’re cute,” she tells you, clearly entertained. you’re starting to feel obsessed with the sound of her voice and you have to try very hard not to let that fluster you.

your shoulders shrug a bit, and you feel as though you do a decent job when you say, “so i’ve heard, but not from anyone quite as pretty as you.” you tell her the name you’ll be texting from and take a step back, still facing her for one more moment. “enjoy the rest of your fries, sweetheart.”

the words bad idea or she’s a demon! lay unsaid on sam’s mouth. he even parts his lips to say something, but you’re already walking away. either way, ruby would’ve easily played it all off as a joke. she won’t mess with you, despite sam’s belief that she might. maybe it’s just the fact that she could that worries him. she just wants a bit of fun, though. and she really meant that comment about thinking you’re cute. so she gives sam a cocky grin and watches as you walk away in satisfaction.

𓄲 ✶ 𓄴

the address she texts you to pick her up from is the motel on the edge of town. this information is a little disappointing, though you try not to assume. maybe she’s just staying there temporarily as she looks for a new apartment or something of that sort. or, maybe she’s only here for a few days and you’ll never see her again. that would be a poor loss.

when you pull into the parking lot, she’s already waiting outside, just as gorgeous as the first time you saw her. even more gorgeous, you think, now that you’re taking her on a date. she gets in the passenger’s side with that tantalizing grin of hers. you watch her get settled in her seat, wondering how her hair falls so perfectly. you’re starting to learn that you’re a little obsessed with the shape of her lips, the way they look slightly parted when she meets your eyes.

she’s barely dressed any differently than when you saw her two days ago, but something about having her alone in your car is getting you going. she’s just so stunning, so sure in her movements, so sweet looking when you greet her with a smile. her grey graphic tee has a little v-shaped slit on the top hem, and you can’t help but take a peek. her own eyes trail your form, looking greedy.

you back out of the parking lot and she shamelessly stares at the way your neck stretches when you look through the rear window. as you keep driving, she stares at your hands too.

“so, ruby, how long have you been staying at the motel?” you ask, trying to start up a conversation.

“just a few days,” she says, not bothering to expand on why or where she’s from. “don’t worry, though. i’ve got your number.” she seems to have read your concern for her just passing through, and says this as if it’s enough to fix any issues that may come up. ruby’s funny, hot, a little bit odd, and this is just a first date, so you suppose you don’t mind. she’s honestly adorable, too, and doesn’t really seem to favor subtlety. you glance at her and she licks her lips. it’s hot in the car, despite the bit of cool air flowing through.

she’s cryptic and doesn’t reveal anything too relevant about herself, but also manages to talk a lot. she chats and chats, babbling about the most random of things. sam, her friend who she was with before, is a bit uptight, she tells you. he doesn’t have enough fun. she like chocolate fudge ice cream and microwave ramen and irish honey whiskey, aside from french fries with too much ketchup, of course. she thinks that fruity little drinks are stupid, but will have a pornstar martini if in a rare mood. technology confuses her, and she admits that her blackberry was doing something weird and she couldn’t figure out how to respond to your texts until sam helped her. she sounds very bothered that she had to ask him for any sort of help.

and not a minute goes by where she doesn’t make some sort of snarky comment about something completely unimportant, but they keep making you laugh. she makes a few indecent jokes too. they all sound funny coming from her lips, biting in her sweet, sweet voice. honestly, her voice is practically bewitching. you think you would listen to it all day if given the opportunity. you’re already trying to learn each little nuance and inflection.

everything’s all in good fun, besides the way you have to fight to concentrate on driving rather than reaching over to touch her or at least just stare at her. until she plants her hand above your knee, not too high up your thigh, but solid and more than enough to make you realize just how badly you want her. you spare her a glance and catch that smirk of hers. you shake your head and fight a smirk of your own.

you give a soft huff of laughter. “you hungry? or would you maybe not mind a bit of a later lunch?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice.

“mm, i thought you’d never ask,” she complains, “took a hand on your thigh to get you there, baby.” you have to laugh at her again as you scan your surroundings for a place you could get away with fucking her in the car.

“oh, trust me, sweetheart, your staring was noticed. i just wasn’t sure if you were alright with anything coming between you and those fries you were wanting. you seem to be pretty passionate about those,” you continue to tease. she’s clearly confident and doesn’t really carry any shyness, but she’s certainly easy to tease.

“the fries can wait. i’m not all that hungry, anyway.” damn, she really wants you as much as you want her.

“i’ll take that as a high compliment,” you grin, pulling off the road into a small parking lot behind a building you know to have been abandoned for a few months now. no one comes around here. the second the car is parked and out of sight, you unclip your seatbelt and reach over the middle console to get her pretty face in your hands. her face feels small in your palms. she’s so damn adorable as she leans right into you and plants her lips on yours, the kiss nowhere near chaste or innocent. within moments, she has her tongue in your mouth, and you welcome it.

there’s a reason you couldn’t stop staring at her lips. they’re heaven against yours, her tongue even better. she’s greedy and handsy and her tongue battles yours for dominance. you don’t care much about that. you just want to have her, though it’ll be a bit funny if she tries to get you to do her perfect bidding. you’ll have your way too.

you would love to keep kissing like this, tongue to tongue, teeth knocking, saliva exchanged. but you want her laid out in the back seat of your car, so you part from her even when she chases after your lips. you pat her hip. “c’mon, ruby girl. in the back,” you urge her. she rolls her eyes, but complies, inclined to be in a bit more comfortable of a spot. and the sooner you’re both back there, the sooner you can fuck.

but she does surprise you by climbing right into the back rather than getting out first, practically shoving her cute ass in your face. her jacket and shirt ride up, and you have to resist planting your hand or even your tongue on the exposed skin of her lower back. once again, you have to laugh as you step out of the car to meet her in the back seat. she’s all over you the second you close the door, sweet fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling it right over your head. she palms your chest and you groan softly before tugging her shirt off too. she already took care of the jacket as you went to meet her.

“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe out, taking her bra right off too. she sighs in pleasure when you push her against the door and climb over her before you attach your lips to one of her pretty nipples, already pebbling from the cool air of the car. your hand reaches up to pull her other nipple between your thumb and forefinger. she groans softly and you’re quite pleased by the sound.

you feel no guilt or hesitation in being lewd with her. sure, you’ve only met her twice, but the look in her eyes is one she’s showing you on purpose. she wants to be dirty with you, and despite all of her bravado, you can tell that she’ll let you take what you want.

shamelessly, you lick up her chest, tongue flattened and stuck right out of your widely opened mouth. her burning gaze when you make eye contact tells you she loves the sight. you practically lave at her neck and collarbone next, palming her pretty tits with both hands as your tongue and lips make their way back to tangle with hers.

her hands roam and dig into your skin, gripping at your shoulders. her soft fingertips are hungry and incessant as the back of her head presses into the cold car window. but she gets impatient, running out of breath as her tongue battles yours.

her hands find their way to your belt, then the button of your jeans, and you have to pull them away because you intend to feel her first. you want to see the look on her face when you pull her jeans and panties down and sink your fingers into her sweet cunt and tease at her swollen clit. you hold her wrists tight enough to keep them down when she starts to resist.

“have a little patience, baby,” you chide, your lips moving against the skin of her jaw. “you first. i know you want it.” she lets out a huff of frustration that, frankly, you find completely adorable. but her hips twitch, too, which makes the whole thing that much cuter. she’s bad at hiding how she feels, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“fine,” she grumbles, as if there’s something to complain about your intentions to work her open and please her first. 

“just wanna stretch you out, honey,” you coo, “you’re so little. bet your pussy’s all tight, isn’t it, babe?” the flush of red in her cheeks mixed with her cocky smirk is a sight you could get drunk off every night. it’s so damn gorgeous, so damn perfect, a rather endearing and hot mixture of poorly masked shyness and clear disregard for propriety. 

“you just wanna touch me,” she bites back, and you nip at the skin of her shoulders. she doesn’t deny anything about her pussy, which already clenches around nothing as you talk to her like that. you’ll have a pretty, glistening wet cunt to greet you when you actually make the move to fully undress her.

“‘course i wanna touch you,” you agree, slowly kissing and licking down her body. your teeth graze over one of her nipples and she can’t suppress the shiver that runs through her body, nor the moan that leaves her parted lips. “you’re so pretty.” you cup a hand over her clothed mound, her hips involuntarily bucking into your touch. “and so responsive.”

she groans all soft and pretty, as if in complaint to your teasing, but sounding more desperate than anything else. you give in, unbuttoning her jeans and helping her out of them in the tight space. she’s already pushing her underwear down too by the time you’ve pulled off her boots and pants. a shame, just because you wanted to tease a bit more, maybe rub at the darkened wet spot that you catch a glimpse of or kiss her over the fabric. but you’re greeted with the sight of her pretty pussy, and you really can’t complain about that at all. perfect pink lips, flush with want and the blood rushing under her skin, and dark, curly hair framing her cunt all prettily.

you run a finger up her slit, winning a little keen from the back of her throat. “already so wet for me. such a pretty pussy, baby,” you groan. she doesn’t seem to have any retort for that, but she’s still bossy, wrapping her hand around the back of your head and pushing it forward. you don’t resist, happily burying your nose in those scratchy little hairs to bump at her clit and inhale the scent of her musky arousal. your tongue darts out next, licking up her sweetness, teasing by barely pushing into her at all. she moans softly, her grip on you tightening.

you pull away despite her strong hand, grabbing her hips and pulling her up to sit with her back against the seat. her neck couldn’t have been in a comfortable position before. after getting a taste of her, you need more, so you’re rushed as you adjust the seat to let her lean back, then push the passenger’s seat forward as far as it can go before getting on your knees in front of her. your hands hook under her thighs and she’s tugged right back into your eager mouth.

this time, your tongue shoves right into her wet, fluttering hole and earns you a sharp gasp, then a throaty moan when she breathes out. you lap at her juices, messy and shameless as you groan into her cunt and relish at the way her thighs tense and squirm in your arms.

it’s easy to decide that this girl makes the most gorgeous sounds you’ve ever heard, and the sight of her heaving chest is addictive. it’s honestly an irresistible satisfaction to have her squirming and whining because of you, her wolfish grin replaced with eyebrows knit together by pleasure and greedy, fumbling hands.

“mm, fuck! keep going,” she urges, voice gone all desperate and high pitched. the tip of your nose to your chin is shiny with saliva and her slick when you look up at her, her eyes half closed and lashes fluttering.

“you gettin’ close, baby?” you murmur against her wetness, thumbs rubbing sweet circles into the spot where her thighs meet her hips. those hungry little hands of hers push you back down into her pussy as an answer, and you comply by nudging her clit with your nose, then attaching your lips to it to suck and lick like you’re starved.

“don’t stop,” she groans, trying to sound demanding, and you untangle an arm from her legs to shove two fingers right into her heat because you think it’s cute. she lets out a strangled cry as you curl them inside of her, finger fucking her just right as you suck on her throbbing clit. her moans rise in volume, and you soak it up, listening for the squelch of her pussy too.

if your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d tell her to cum for me, but a flick of your tongue followed by a harsh suck and skilled fingers pitch her right over the edge without need for any words at all. she gushes around your fingers with her mouth hanging open and eyes shut tight. the noise that leaves her lips has you working her through her orgasm with a fervor to make her feel better than she ever has. you want her to remember this, and from the way she shakes and moans, you think she will.

you ease off of her just a bit, stalling the movements of your fingers but keeping them knuckle deep in her warmth and giving her clit as soft, sweet kiss. “god, you are beautiful,” you murmur, looking up at her sweaty neck and lower stomach still twitching with the aftershocks. you could stare at her parted lips until the moment you die. “such a pretty girl for me, aren’t you?” you say sweetly, gently pulling your fingers from her and reaching up to put them in her mouth. she nearly rolls her eyes, but you tell her, “don’t be shy,” so she can’t back down from that challenge.

she takes your fingers in her mouth, running her tongue over them and suckling on them shamelessly, probably to turn you on even more. her half-lidded eyes make eye contact with yours, and the sight most certainly does get to you.

“fuck,” you swear under your breath. but you follow it up with a, “mmm, not just a pretty girl, but a good girl for me too.” she hastily covers up her reaction to that—fluttering eyes and a clenching pussy—by trying to pull away and remove herself from that title, but you grab her jaw with your remaining fingers before she can get far at all. with that movement, your fingers hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t gag, only takes them like she’s meant to. “there you are,” you coo, pleased with her giving up on rebelling so fast. she glares at you and it’s rather adorable considering that she has her mouth stuffed with your fingers. you can tell by the way that she starts to drool a bit that she loves them there.

your free hand moves down to your pants, beginning to undo them, and her hands join you there, finally getting them unbuttoned to start pulling them down. you release your hold on her jaw and slip your fingers from her eager mouth, watching a little string of saliva follow until it breaks, then wipe at the wet corner of her mouth with your dry thumb. you smile at her sweetly as she tugs at your pants and narrows your eyes at you. you have to laugh a bit at that.

“sorry, honey. you’re just too cute,” you tell her, grinning.

she glowers at you. once she has your pants strewn elsewhere in the car, you let her push you back against the seat and crawl on top of you. half threat and half promise, she smiles back at you, grinding teasingly against your clothed crotch, “yeah, well, you’re about to get real cute too.”

[g8taloadofdisguy]

pretty girl

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

sweet thing

part II

Pairing: Sam x Ruby x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Summary: Ruby whispers like the serpent, Sam worships like a sinner, and between them, you are kept soft, obedient, theirs. You used to be innocent. Now you’re sacred.

Warnings: 18+!, language, manipulation, demon blood era Sam, Ruby is a warning by herself, corruption, coercion, praise, smut (dirty talk, kissing, fingering, oral/cunnilingus, overstim, p in v, spitting, threesome f/f/m, mommy & daddy kink, DUBIOUS CONSENT), I may have missed some.

Word Count: 4,677

A/N: I had to do part two... because this was originally gonna be in the first part, but I took it out because I panicked and thought "that's too much, smin." and after plenty of encouragement from my fave (zoe) and all of you lovelies, I decided to expand on it and put it into part two. So... yeah. I hope y'all like it. I really do. Even if it is twisted as fuck. (I could be more twisted, but I don't wanna lose people with my warped mind.) All the love.

The motel room was quiet.

Not silent—there was the hum of the old A/C, the occasional creak of the bed as someone shifted—but that deep, hollow quiet that only came after something important had happened.

You barely moved.

Your body ached in places you didn't have names for. Your legs felt heavy, like they didn't quite belong to you anymore, and your throat was raw from all the sounds you barely remembered making. The sheets were damp with sweat. The air was warm. Somewhere nearby, the low sound of breath caught in a chest and then let go again.

Then came Ruby's hand. Light on your arm. Fingertips tracing lazy, feather-soft patterns over your skin.

"Hey, baby," she murmured, voice syrupy with sleep. "You're awake."

You blinked up at the ceiling, eyes sticky. You couldn't find your voice right away. Everything felt floaty. Far away.

Ruby shifted beside you, turning to face you. Her lips brushed your cheek once, then again.

"You were so perfect last night."

You swallowed. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. She smiled like that was expected. Like your silence made her proud.

"It's okay if it's a little fuzzy. First times are always overwhelming."

She tucked your hair behind your ear. Her nails grazed your temple. You still hadn't looked at Sam—couldn't. Not yet.

"You wanted it, sweetheart," she said gently, like a mother soothing a frightened child. "You were begging. You said please."

Your chest fluttered. "I... I think I remember..."

"You don't have to remember everything," Ruby whispered. "That's what we're here for."

She kissed your forehead.

"We'll take care of you. Always."

There was movement behind you. A shift in the mattress. You felt a hand—his hand—settle against your hip. Sam didn't speak. But his fingers curled there, steady. Warm.

Ruby smiled over your shoulder. "See?" She whispered. "He's been watching you all morning. Like he's afraid you'll disappear."

You turned your face into the pillow. Your eyes stung.

"Did I..." Your voice cracked. "Was I... okay?"

Ruby made a delighted sound. She cupped your chin and turned your face back toward her.

"You were beautiful. The way you begged? The way you cried?" Her smile was sharp, but her voice stayed sweet. "I've never seen anyone fall apart so perfectly."

You flushed, eyes wide. She kissed your lips—soft, sweet, claiming.

"And we're just getting started, sweet thing."

The days started to blur after that first night.

You never talked about it—not really. Not out loud. Ruby was always near, smiling like she had a secret, her touch everywhere. She'd slip into bed behind you in the mornings, press up against your back and guide your hand down between her legs, whispering "just like that, sweet thing. Be gentle, Mommy's sensitive."

You never knew where to look when she said that. Mommy.

Sometimes she'd pull you into motel bathrooms after their hunts, tug your shirt over your head with a laugh and drag you into the shower with her. She'd press her wet chest to yours, tilt your chin up, and say:

"You like being close to me, don't you?"

You always nodded. You always meant it. It was easier than asking why Sam never looked you in the eye afterward.

He was different now. Quieter. Distant. Sometimes he wouldn't touch you for days—just sit in the corner, jaw tight, fingers twitching, like he was trying to hold something back. Other times—when he came back from wherever Ruby took him, his pupils blown wide and his hands shaking—he'd look at you again. Like that night. Like he was starving.

One night, you woke to the door slamming. You stayed very still beneath the blanket. You heard Ruby's voice, low and amused.

"Told you she missed you."

Then Sam was on top of you—touching you through your clothes, rough and fast and silent while Ruby sat on the edge of the bed and smiled like a cat watching something small try to run.

You came twice before he even kissed you. You were crying by the end of it. Ruby shushed you, pet your hair, said:

"You're such a sweet little thing. So eager to please."

You didn't know what you'd done right. But you were glad you'd done it.

They did not take you again. Not like that first night. Sometimes Sam kissed you like he meant it, then left the room like he was in pain. Sometimes Ruby curled up behind you and whispered things that made your cheeks burn:

"You miss it, don't you? Having Daddy inside you." or, "Bet that pretty little body aches for him."

Daddy.

You didn't answer. But she always laughed like she already knew.

You started sleeping between them. Not always—but often enough. Ruby would call you sweet thing in the dark, stroke your back while Sam breathed hard behind you like he was trying not to fall apart.

You thought maybe you'd done something wrong. Maybe you weren't what they wanted. But then Ruby would smile that slow, gleaming smile and say:

"You're still learning, baby. We're just teaching you how to be good."

And you believed her, because when Ruby smiled like that, it was easy to forget anything else.

The rain had started sometime after midnight.

You'd curled up on the little armchair in the corner of the motel room, legs tucked under Sam's old shirt, knees pressed to your chest. The fabric smelled like him. Like soap and leather and something darker you could never quite name.

You'd been waiting for hours.

Ruby and Sam had gone out again. Another hunt. Another night where you weren't invited. You hadn't even asked this time—you already knew what they'd say.

"It's too dangerous."

"You're not ready."

"Just be good and wait for us."

And you were good. Always. So why didn't they want you?

You stared out the rain-speckled window, the night outside blurred and slick with water, and tried not to cry.

You failed.

You didn't sob. Not loudly. Just a few hiccupped breaths, your cheek pressed to your knees, your eyes hot. You weren't even sure what hurt more—the ache between your thighs from the memories they gave you, or the hollow in your chest from how distant they felt since.

You thought, stupidly, that they might come back and see you like this and think you were pathetic.

But then the door burst open, and you startled violently, lifting your head as Ruby strode in first—her coat soaked through, curls dripping, mouth parted in laughter. Sam followed close behind, jaw set, eyes wild.

Your breath caught.

He had that look again. Pupils blown wide. Shoulders stiff. His hands were clenched at his sides, arms crossed, like he needed to hold himself still or he'd do something about it.

And Ruby? Ruby saw you immediately. Her eyes lit up the second she caught the tear tracks down your face.

"Oh, sweet thing—"

She dropped to her knees in front of you before you could even wipe your face.

"Why are you crying?" Her voice was low and syrupy. "What's happened, hmm?"

You tried to speak—tried—but she didn't really let you. She leaned forward, hands sliding up your bare legs under the hem of Sam's shirt. Her touch was warm, familiar, too much.

"You miss us?" She cooed. "Were you lonely while Mommy and Daddy were out working?"

You flushed instantly, eyes wide. You'd never called them that, but she'd been saying it for weeks. Referring to herself as Mommy, and Sam as Daddy. You weren't sure how to feel about it.

"I—I wasn't—"

Her fingers pushed higher. And then she gasped. A hand flying to her mouth in mock-shock, eyes glittering with delight.

"Oh my God, baby..." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "No panties?"

You went stiff.

Sam made a choked sound behind her.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Ruby asked sweetly, sliding her hands to your hips. "Were you waiting here all soft and needy, hoping we'd find you like this?"

"N-no, I just—"

"Just what?" She purred, crawling her fingers higher, dragging her nails lightly against your inner thighs. "Just missed us so much you got wet waiting?"

You whimpered. Ruby looked over her shoulder, smiling at Sam like she'd just opened a birthday present.

"She's dripping," she said casually. "You wanna see?"

Sam didn't speak. He didn't need to. His chest was heaving, nostrils flared, hands clenched tighter now.

Ruby turned back to you, voice dropping to a gentle hum.

"You don't have to cry anymore, baby. You're not in trouble." She leaned forward, lips brushing your cheek, your temple, your ear. "You're perfect. You just need to remember where you belong."

Ruby smiled like a secret, her hands still stroking slow, taunting lines along your inner thighs.

You were burning. Face hot, legs twitching, heart thudding like a war drum in your chest. Sam's shirt had bunched high on your hips now, and your bare legs trembled beneath Ruby's touch, your breath catching every time her fingertips slipped just a little too close.

"So sensitive," she whispered, brushing her knuckles just below where you ached. "You missed us this much, sweet thing?"

You couldn't look at her. Or Sam. You stared at the window, the glass dark with rain, and swallowed hard.

"I didn't mean to—"

"Shhh." Ruby leaned in, her breath warm on your skin. "It's okay. We like you needy."

She reached up and curled her fingers around your thighs, dragging them open with gentle insistence, her nails scraping lightly. You whimpered.

"That's it," she cooed, eyes flicking up to yours. "Let Mommy see."

You flinched at the word. Your face went red so fast it felt like fire. Ruby noticed, of course. She always did. She purred.

"Ohhh, that's what it is. That little word's too much for you, huh?"

You bit your lip, hard.

Sam was still standing by the door, arms crossed, his breathing shallow. He hadn't moved, but his eyes never left you. They were so dark now you could barely see the hazel. You knew that look.

"Sam," Ruby called, her voice syrup-thick. "You're just gonna stand there and let me have all the fun?"

He didn't answer. But his jaw flexed. His nostrils flared. He was breathing through it—barely.

"Look how pretty she is," Ruby murmured, dipping her fingers between your legs. "Already so wet, Sam. And she's been crying for us."

You moaned. Just a soft, shattered thing as she brushed your clit with two fingers, slow and gentle, like she had all the time in the world to destroy you.

"Bet Daddy missed this little pussy too," she said, looking right at him. "Bet he's aching just thinking about what it felt like wrapped around him."

You made a broken noise, burying your face in your hands, thighs twitching.

Ruby grinned.

"Aw, baby. Getting shy now?" Her fingers dipped lower—just once. A teasing press that made your whole body jolt. "You wanna come, don't you?"

You nodded frantically.

"Then ask for it."

Your voice cracked. "P-please—"

"Not like that, sweet thing." Her tone dropped. Lush. Dangerous. "Say it the right way."

You shook your head, face burning, breath hitching.

"Can't," you whispered.

"Yes, you can." She leaned forward and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your inner thigh. "You say Mommy, and I'll let you come. I'll even get Daddy to come over here and give you a kiss for being so good."

You whined, thighs trembling.

"Say it," she whispered, her fingers circling your clit now in slow, devastating spirals. "You're doing so well, sweet girl. Don't you want to be good for us?"

Sam groaned softly. You heard it. Low and guttural in the back of his throat.

"He's watching," Ruby said. "He's waiting for you. Don't you want him to see what a good little girl you are?"

Your breath broke. Your body arched. You felt the pressure building—tight and unbearable.

"Say it," she whispered again. "Say it, and you can come."

You were crying again. Not from sadness. From overwhelm. From everything. From her touch and his stare and the ache in your chest.

"M-Mommy—"

Ruby gasped like you'd given her a gift.

"There she is."

And then she curled her fingers inside you and you shattered. You came hard—sobbing, breath broken, back arched—your thighs trembling around Ruby as her fingers fucked you through it like she hadn't even noticed the way your voice cracked around that first desperate Mommy.

But she noticed. Of course she did. And she was grinning.

"There she is," she murmured, fucking you faster now, fingers soaked. "That's my good girl. You just needed a little push."

Your head lolled back, lips parted, body twitching beneath her. You barely registered the way Sam's breath hitched again from across the room. But Ruby did. She glanced at him over her shoulder, eyes glittering with dark delight.

"Still just standing there like a kicked puppy, huh?" She said, mock-sweet, fingers not slowing in the slightest. "How long are you gonna keep pretending you're better than this?"

He didn't answer. He never answered when she spoke like that—just stood there, shaking, breathing too hard, eyes glued to where her fingers disappeared inside you, again and again.

"She's begging for it," Ruby went on, her voice still syrupy, her fingers pressing harder now, faster. "She already called me Mommy. What's the matter, Sammy? You afraid if she says your name, you'll finally admit what you really are?"

Sam's jaw clenched.

Ruby looked back at you, her eyes suddenly soft. Gentle.

"Sweet thing," she whispered. "You want him, don't you?"

You whined. Nodded.

"Then ask him to come over," she said, her fingers pressing deep. "Use your words, baby. Ask Daddy to come take what's his."

You sobbed again. It was too much—your body hot and wet and raw, her touch relentless, Sam's stare scorching through you. You couldn't breathe. Still, you turned your head toward him, trembling, shame thick in your chest.

"Please..." Your voice cracked. "P-please come over..."

He didn't move. His fists were clenched at his sides. His mouth was parted, his chest rising and falling like he'd just run miles.

"Say it," Ruby whispered. Her fingers curled inside you, found that spot again, and pressed. "Say it right, baby. Call him what he is."

You squeaked—your hips jolted. Your breath caught in your throat.

"D-Daddy—"

Sam snapped.

He was across the room before you blinked, hand fisting in Ruby's hair as he dragged her up and crashed his mouth to hers—hungry, violent, a kiss full of frustration and filth and everything he hadn't said in days.

Ruby moaned into it, triumphant. And then he shoved her away. She stumbled back, laughing. And Sam grabbed you.

"Mine," he growled, voice ruined. "Fucking mine—"

He hauled you into his arms, kissed you like he needed to own your mouth again, biting at your lip, panting against your skin, muttering filth between each frantic kiss.

"You don't fucking say that unless you mean it—you don't call me that unless you want me to ruin you... you're not getting away now, baby—never."

His hands were everywhere. Gripping your thighs, your ass, one hand cupping the back of your neck like he wanted to keep you still while he kissed you until your lips bruised.

Ruby just watched, licking her lips.

"Told you she'd be perfect."

And Sam? He didn't even hear her. He was too busy breaking your mouth with his.

You were clinging to Sam's chest, your breath hot and fast against his throat, his hands gripping your thighs so tight it felt like bruises blooming. Your lips were swollen, your whole body throbbing from Ruby's fingers, and your mind was still spinning when she spoke again—voice bright and cruel with delight.

"She's gonna get on her knees for you, Sammy."

Your head whipped around so fast it made you dizzy.

"Wh-what?"

Ruby smiled at you like you were being silly.

"Oh, sweet thing," she cooed. "You'll love it. I promise."

Sam made a sound—almost a whimper, deep and guttural—and buried his face in your neck for a second, breathing hard.

"Jesus Christ..."

"Don't blaspheme in front of the baby," Ruby said mock-innocently. "She's still pure. For now."

You blinked at her, lips parting, still too dazed to form anything more than a breathy, high-pitched: "But... I don't— I don't know how—"

Ruby's palm cracked lightly across your ass, making you squeak and press harder against Sam, the sting blooming instantly.

"Don't talk back," she said, still smiling. "You're gonna be a good girl and let Daddy teach you."

Your chest fluttered. Your thighs clenched. You nodded, still wide-eyed and hot-faced. Sam's head dropped back—he groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a second before he looked back at you, his pupils still black around the edges.

"You wanna make me happy, baby?" He asked hoarsely.

Your stomach flipped. You nodded.

"Yeah—yes—I do..."

He exhaled like he'd been punched, then gently let your legs slide down his hips until your feet hit the carpet again. You stood there, trembling between them, eyes flicking up at Sam—tall, wrecked, lips bitten raw—and over to Ruby, who raised a brow at you and tilted her chin down toward the floor at his feet.

Then back to you. A silent question.

Well?

You nodded. Your knees hit the carpet with a soft thud. You looked up. And Sam looked like he was about to levitate.

"Holy fuck..."

Ruby moved behind you, her hands running down your arms, smoothing your hair back over your shoulders.

"That's it," she whispered, kissing the crown of your head. "So obedient. You make Mommy so proud."

You flushed, swallowing hard as your hands rose shakily to Sam's belt. You fumbled—nervous, trembling—but he didn't move. He just watched you, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched tight.

Ruby leaned down behind you, her lips brushing your ear. "He's waited so long for this, sweet thing," she whispered. "You're making his dreams come true."

Your fingers slipped under the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down with shaky resolve. You pressed a soft kiss to the skin just below his navel. Then another, lower. You looked up again, lips parting, and Sam's eyes rolled back for a second, his fists clenched tight at his sides.

Ruby giggled behind you, delighted.

"Go slow," she whispered. "Get used to it. Be curious. He likes that."

You nodded. And then you leaned in—tentative, gentle—your lips ghosting over the skin, warm and unfamiliar. You licked softly, unsure, and Sam groaned so deep it rattled through his ribs.

Ruby reached around, cupping your jaw lightly, her other hand stroking your back.

"That's it, baby. So good. Such a fast learner."

Above you, Sam's hand fisted in Ruby's hair again, and they kissed—filthy, desperate—while you knelt below them like something consecrated. Ruby's hands were steady on your shoulders, guiding your mouth, murmuring quiet praise between kisses while Sam stood above you like a man on the edge of something catastrophic.

"That's it, baby," she whispered. "Make him feel good. You want to make Daddy proud, don't you?"

You nodded. You did. You always did.

Your fingers fumbled with the waistband of his boxers, the rough denim of his jeans still clinging low to his hips. You pressed a kiss just below his navel again, licked lightly at the skin, tasted sweat and salt. Sam groaned above you, deep and desperate, his hips twitching forward just a little.

You froze.

"It's okay," Ruby said, voice like warm silk. "Just your Daddy needing you. You can give him more, can't you, sweet thing?"

She guided your hand forward. You wrapped your fingers around him, shaky and curious, and brought your mouth lower. Your lips brushed the tip. You kissed. Licked. Gentle.

Then Ruby's hand pressed more firmly on the back of your head.

"Open wider."

You gasped, startled, but obeyed, letting her guide you down slowly. Until it was too much. You gagged, pulled back with a soft choke, eyes wide and watering.

"Oh baby," Ruby giggled. "You'll get there. It just takes practice."

Sam growled. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was warning. He reached down, fisted Ruby's shirt, and yanked her forward—kissed her hard, open-mouthed, filthy—and then shoved her back with a snarl.

"Don't fucking do that," he snapped. "She's not ready."

Ruby laughed. Like he'd just complimented her.

And Sam dropped. Dropped to his knees in front of you like something holy, grabbed your face in both hands, and kissed you. Sloppy. Deep. Wet. His own taste still on your lips. His tongue in your mouth like he needed to take something back.

"You okay?" He whispered against your lips, voice wrecked.

You nodded.

"Good," he breathed. "Because I'm done pretending."

He scooped you up.

You gasped, arms wrapping around his neck, your legs dangling off his forearms as he stood—eyes wild, mouth parted, like something ravenous. He carried you to the bed. Laid you down. Reverent. Rough.

Ruby followed, crawling beside you like smoke.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" She purred, fingers brushing your thighs. "You've been so good for us. You earned this."

Your breath caught. Your chest was tight. Sam was tugging your shirt up, pushing it over your head, and Ruby kissed your shoulder as it passed.

"You're not a virgin anymore, sweet thing," she whispered. "But this is still new. This is still the first time you know what it means."

You whimpered.

Sam kissed down your chest, over your ribs, back up to your jaw, his stubble scratching, his mouth so hot. He settled between your legs and looked down at you like he was watching something sacred die.

"I haven't stopped thinking about this," he said. "Never. Not once."

You nodded, legs trembling.

"Please..."

That was all it took.

He entered you slow, careful, but deep. And your back arched. Ruby kissed your mouth. Sam cursed through gritted teeth.

"Fucking tight," he panted. "Still feels like the first time."

Ruby's hand stroked your hair, gentle and possessive.

"Tell him he's yours," she murmured. "Tell Daddy how good he makes you feel."

You did. And Sam lost it. He started moving faster—harder—his hands gripping your hips like he wanted to disappear inside you.

"If I'm going to hell for this..." His voice was raw, broken. "...I'm taking you with me."

You sobbed—pleasure and panic and perfect surrender—and Ruby smiled like a queen. Your breath came in gasps—short, panicked, overwhelmed. Sam was deep inside you, his rhythm turning frantic, brutal. Your body rocked with every thrust, thighs trembling, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets.

"You feel this?" He growled, voice unrecognisable. "This is what you fucking do to me."

You whimpered—yes—but it came out broken, like a sob.

Ruby was closer to you now, her body pressed to your side, her lips at your ear. "You're doing so good, sweet thing," she whispered. "Taking Daddy so well."

Sam moaned, head dropping low, his hands tightening on your waist.

"Don't say that," he hissed, though he didn't stop. "She doesn't know what that means—"

"She doesn't need to," Ruby crooned. "She just knows she wants it."

She kissed your cheek, your neck, her fingers brushing gently over your chest, down your belly, until she found the spot where Sam was splitting you open and rubbed.

You screamed. Your legs kicked, tears spilled over your cheeks, your hands flew to Ruby's wrist—but she didn't stop. Sam didn't stop.

"You gonna come again?" Ruby whispered. "You gonna soak Daddy's cock like a good little thing?"

"F-fuck—Ruby—" Sam panted.

You nodded—couldn't form words—but your body answered for you. Your back arched, your toes curled, and you let out a broken, cracked sob as everything snapped. Your orgasm hit like a flood.

Sam swore, hips stuttering as your body clenched down on him, dragging him under with you.

"Shit—shit, I'm gonna—"

Ruby kissed your open mouth just as Sam groaned loud and deep, burying himself to the hilt as he came—hard—inside you, his grip on your hips bruising, his chest shaking with the force of it.

Everything blurred after that. You were floating. Crying. Ruby was kissing your temple, whispering praise. Sam was slumped over you, face in your neck, murmuring "mine" like a mantra.

"Look at you," Ruby whispered, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead. "Completely ours now."

You couldn't even nod. You just laid there, limp and full and ruined. And you didn't want to be anywhere else.

Ruby smiled like she'd seen it all before. Like every soft sob you gave them was prophesied. Like she'd stood at the gates of Eden once and whispered to Eve—not with threats, but with promises.

"It's not evil, sweet thing," she murmured, lips against your temple. "It's just love. We're just teaching you how to feel it."

She curled around you like smoke, like scripture rewritten, like the serpent who never lied—just spoke too softly to resist.

"Let the world call it sin," she said. "We'll call it devotion."

And you? You believed her. Because her hands never hurt, not really. Because her mouth tasted like salvation. Because the fall didn't feel like falling—not when it ended in their arms.

The room was warm with the weight of everything you'd given them.

Your body ached in slow, deep pulses—between your thighs, behind your ribs, where your voice had cracked around the word Daddy. Your head rested on Sam's bare chest, his hand stroking lazily down your spine. Ruby was curled at your back, her fingers tracing soft circles on your thigh, her breath steady against your neck.

You felt like silk stretched thin. Blissed-out. Barely conscious. But kept.

And for once... they weren't whispering over you. They weren't sending glances across your sleeping body or silencing their voices when they thought you were too soft to hear it.

They were talking.

"Two crossroads demons last night," Ruby said idly, as if discussing the weather. "Both sloppy. Tried to run. You should've seen the mess Sam made of them."

Sam's voice came low—rough with guilt, but present.

"They were already dying when we got there. We just... finished it."

You blinked slowly against his chest, lips parted, breath shallow. You weren't sure if they knew you were awake.

"Did you use your hands again?" Ruby asked sweetly. "Or that knife you like?"

"Ruby," Sam warned, low and sharp.

But she only laughed.

"What?" She said. "She should know how much her Daddy bleeds for her."

You twitched slightly. Sam's hand paused on your spine.

"...She doesn't need to know that."

"She needs to know everything," Ruby purred. "She's ours now."

You let out a soft breath—barely a sound—but they both noticed.

Ruby smiled against your neck. "Awake, sweet thing?"

You nodded, slow and dreamy.

"Mmm..."

"Good girl," she murmured. "You did so well for us."

You blinked, lips dry. "You kill... demons?"

Sam was quiet for a long beat. "Yeah," he said softly. "We do."

"Bad ones," Ruby added, her tone light and sweet. "Ones that hurt people. We stop them."

You blinked again. Let the silence fall like dusk over your lashes.

"You're not mad?" Ruby asked, fingers brushing your hip. "That we didn't tell you sooner?"

You shook your head.

"I just... I thought you didn't want me around for that stuff."

Sam's chest rose under your cheek. "It wasn't that," he said quietly. "We just wanted to keep you soft. Safe."

"But you're stronger than we gave you credit for," Ruby added, a little too pleased. "You came apart so prettily, and you're still here. Still ours."

You hummed, curling tighter between them. Your limbs were jelly, your heart slow and warm. "You're letting me hear it now..."

"Because you've earned it," Ruby whispered, kissing the back of your neck. "And we're not hiding things from our girl anymore."

You sighed—soft, content—cheek still pressed to Sam's chest, his heartbeat loud and slow beneath your ear. Your body ached in a way that felt good now, like you'd been unraveled and then tucked into the warm space between their hearts.

Ruby shifted beside you, grinning lazily, her palm dragging slow down your bare spine. Then she leaned in, fingers brushing your chin.

"You're drooling again, sweet thing."

You blinked, dazed, and she giggled—thumb swiping a little line of spit from the corner of your lip before she kissed the spot.

"Mmm," she murmured, licking her lips with a smile. "I like you like this."

Sam exhaled hard through his nose. Ruby leaned over your hip, propped herself on one elbow, and tilted her head.

"You wanna come with us next time?" She asked, like she was offering a treat. "Wanna see what it looks like when Daddy's in the mood to rip something apart?"

Your eyes went wide.

Sam shifted beneath you. "No," he said instantly, voice low. "I don't want her seeing that."

Ruby raised a single brow. Slowly.

"Sam."

That was all she said.

He looked away, jaw tight. You could feel it under your cheek.

"I don't think I can stand leaving her alone anymore," Ruby said softly, stroking your hair. "Can you?"

Sam muttered something under his breath.

"Knew you were gonna say that."

Ruby smiled like sin.

"And you love me for it."

You blinked between them, your heart fluttering, your body still humming. And for a moment—just a moment—you saw it. Saw yourself standing behind Sam as he exorcised something screaming. Saw Ruby licking blood from her fingers like honey. Saw your hands not shaking, your voice not sweet—but sharp. Sure. Holy in a different way.

"Behold, I send you out as sheep among wolves..."

Maybe that was what you were. Maybe you were the lamb.

Or maybe—just maybe—you were the altar now.

@sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @mostlymarvelgirl @losers-clvb @lunaleah @itshellfire @drakulana @nevercameraready @blossomingorchids @sacr1ficialang3l @xoswiftieprincess @liiiilsss @mj-102009 <3

[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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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.

[lovecumdumpy]

devil on my back

❝ and when you're crying, are you lying about who you're crying for? ❞

ruby x reader

inspired by the song ‘devil on my back’ by chrissy | set in s4 | smut | canon divergence | toxic situationship | dubious consent ? | emotional and sexual manipulation | canon character death | unreliable narrator | angst no comfort

summary ⛧ You were a hunter. Ruby was a demon. It should’ve been simple. But she held you like you meant something—said there’d be a future, after Lilith. Said she wanted it with you.

She lied.

You don’t know how or when it started.

You try to remember—try to trace the shift, name the moment things changed. When the snarky comments you spit at Ruby lost their edge. When the disdain in your voice softened into something quieter, almost uncertain. When the fire turned to embers. When your anger stopped feeling like conviction and started sounding more like deflection.

You used to hate her. You were supposed to.

She was a demon, after all. An enemy. A threat. You knew that—reminded yourself every time she smiled like she knew a secret you didn’t, every time she touched Sam’s arm or lingered just a second too long in a darkened hallway. You weren’t supposed to trust her. Not with your life. Not with your secrets. And certainly not with the fragile, feral thing clawing in your chest whenever she looked at you like you were next.

But somewhere in her sulfur-stained breath and bitter smirks, you found something you couldn’t name. A presence. A tether. An itch that only she could scratch. You stopped wishing she’d leave and started noticing the moments she didn’t. Started waiting for them.

Sam fell for her—hard and fast, swept away by her promises of saving the world and poison dressed up like purpose.

But you?

You fell slower.

Worse.

It wasn’t about belief. It was about need.

She never asked you to trust her. She just kept showing up. Kept letting you get close enough to think it meant something. Close enough to wonder if maybe—maybe—you were the one person she didn’t want to ruin. That maybe, despite what she was, there was something soft beneath her edges. Something like want.

You knew it was wrong. Knew what she was, what she was doing. But it didn’t stop you. It never stopped you.

Because she never had to lie to you. She just had to be near.

And somewhere along the way, you stopped resisting.

You let the wrongness settle into your bones like warmth. Like gravity.

You convinced yourself that what she offered wasn’t corruption—it was connection. That her hands weren’t breaking you; they were holding you.

They weren’t.

You were never in love. You were addicted.

Sam got her blood. You got something harder to name.

The way she touched you—light, thoughtless, practiced—meant nothing. And still, it lit your nerves like static. Her fingers would graze your wrist, your shoulder, your spine, and linger just long enough to make you wonder if it meant something. Just long enough for you to feel ridiculous for thinking so.

Her eyes tracked you sometimes—too sharp, too long—and you’d feel them, even with your back turned. You started dressing like you weren’t sure if you wanted to be seen or not. Started walking slower when she was behind you. Started listening for the sound of her boots on cheap motel carpet.

She never said anything. Not directly. But she looked at you like you were hers.

And when Sam wasn’t around, her voice softened. Just a little. Just enough.

She never promised you anything. Never asked for anything, either.

But you gave her everything anyway—your time, your silence, your self. You didn’t know what you were to her. You still don’t.

But you know how it felt.

How it feels.

Like drowning in something sweet.

Like dying for something that never even touched you the way you wanted it to.

Like love, if love was built out of hunger and shame and a voice that always whispers, maybe this time she means it.

-

It didn’t happen all at once.

There was no buildup. No breathless moment of mutual understanding. Just a cheap motel room with flickering light, the meaningless banter you two dragged on with things still somehow being unsaid—a fight that wasn’t really about anything at all.

“Territory,” Ruby snapped, stepping in too close. “You need to learn how to stay in your own lane.”

You scoffed, eyes flashing. “Funny, coming from a demon who keeps pretending she belongs here.”

The words were reflex. The bark, automatic. You didn’t mean them. Not really. You just needed to push back, to keep space between you—because when there wasn’t any, you stopped thinking clearly.

Her gaze dragged over your face, deliberating, deciding. “Keep telling yourself that.”

And then she kissed you.

Not soft. Not tender. Rough and hard, just like everything else about her.

Her lips crashed into yours and swallowed whatever protest you might’ve had. There was no hesitation in her body, no question in her touch—like your mouth had always belonged to her. Like she’d just been waiting for the right moment to collect.

You froze.

But only for a second.

Then your body betrayed you—hands fisting in the collar of her jacket, mouth opening against hers. You didn’t know if it was instinct or craving. You didn’t care.

She pushed you, firm and relentless, until the backs of your knees hit the bed. Her mouth never left yours, devouring, commanding—until she finally broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you.

You were flushed. Breathless. Starved.

And she drank it in.

Her eyes scanned your face like a hunter savoring the kill. (Aren’t you the hunter here? No. You’re the prey) Black and bottomless, and still—still—you thought you saw something human in them. A flicker of want, maybe. Or worse: recognition.

You wanted to believe it was real. That something about you touched something in her that no one else could.

So you took her by her face and pulled her back in.

She laughed—low and dark—before shoving you backward. You hit the mattress with a bounce, breath knocked from your lungs. And she followed, straddling your lap, pinning you beneath her thighs like she owned you.

Her mouth moved to your neck, all bite and hunger, sucking and nipping at sensitive skin like she wanted to leave proof behind. You gasped, squirming, trying to hold on to something—sanity, maybe—but she burned through it like paper.

“W–Wait—” you choked out. “S–Sam…”

He wasn’t here, but he could walk in any minute. You weren’t even sure if you were warning her or yourself.

Ruby didn’t stop.

If anything, she sank her teeth in harder.

Pain bloomed sharp beneath your skin.

“Ah—!” you cried, jerking.

She lifted her head and looked at you—lips smeared with your blood. Your chest heaved, but the protest on your tongue died the second her hand slid between your legs.

She palmed you through your soaked underwear, and your whole body jolted.

“Don’t ever say his name in front of me again,” she said, voice low and razor-sharp. Her breath was hot against your cheek. “Not when you’re this wet for me.”

You couldn’t speak. You nodded, eyes wide, dazed from the rush of pain and arousal and shame.

She smiled—slow and cold—and pressed her hand harder against you. You whimpered, unable to stop yourself from bucking into her touch. Needing it. Needing her.

Despite knowing what she was.

The silence afterward stretches long and heavy.

The air is still thick with sweat and something unspeakable—like smoke that hasn’t quite cleared, clinging to your skin and lungs. Your thighs tremble faintly with the aftermath, and the sheets under you are tangled, damp with heat and breath and sin.

Ruby’s lying beside you, propped lazily on one elbow, her other hand drifting aimlessly over your bare stomach. Her touch is featherlight now. Reverent. A cruel kind of contrast to the bruises blooming across your skin, the sharp sting still throbbing at your throat where she bit down hard enough to draw blood.

Her fingers brush over that spot now—soft. So soft. Like she’s apologizing for it without saying a word. Or maybe she’s admiring it. You can’t tell. You’re not sure there’s a difference with her.

The room is dim, golden with lamplight. Outside, a truck rolls by, its low rumble barely audible through the motel’s thin walls. Inside, there’s only the sound of your breath. Unsteady. Shallow.

You try not to look at her. You try to pretend this is nothing.

But her hand keeps moving. Down your ribs. Across your side. Fingertips skimming along the curve of your waist with a patience that almost breaks you.

You hate how much you like it.

“Relax,” she murmurs, voice just above a whisper. “No one’s watching.”

That should make you feel safe. It doesn’t. It just makes you wonder if she wants someone to watch. (Maybe Sam?)

You tense under her hand. She notices, of course she does.

“Still thinking too much.” Her nails rake lightly along your hipbone, just enough to pull a shiver from you. “You always do.”

You shift slightly, eyes flicking toward the ceiling. “I’m not thinking.”

“Liar,” she says, and smiles. Not cruelly—worse. Fondly.

Her fingers curl around your wrist, dragging your hand to her bare chest and holding it there. You can feel the rise and fall of her breath. The warmth of her skin. It’s so human. She feels so human.

You almost don’t care that it’s not real. That she’s not.

It’s not fair.

Those hands had you writhing beneath her not ten minutes ago—fisting the sheets, sobbing into her shoulder, too far gone to know if what you were feeling was want or worship or just plain fear. And now they’re gentle. Careful. Loving, almost. Everything Ruby wasn’t.

She brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. The backs of her knuckles linger against your cheek like she’s memorizing you.

Like you’re hers.

You should pull away. You should ask her what this is. Demand clarity. Demand truth.

But when she leans in and presses her lips to your forehead—barely a breath of contact—you melt.

Not because you trust her.

Because you want to.

And that’s so much worse.

You don’t sleep.

Ruby does—or she fakes it well. Her breathing evens out, slow and deliberate, one arm still draped across your stomach like a warning. Like she knows you’d try to leave if she let you.

You stare at the ceiling.

The motel fan clicks overhead, lazy and uneven, pushing hot air around the room like it’s trying to suffocate you. Your skin still smells like her. Like sweat and smoke and iron. You should shower. You should get dressed. You should go.

But you don’t move.

Because the ache in your chest is growing louder. Curling up inside your ribs, sharp and pressing.

You bring your hand to your face to wipe at your eyes before you even realize they’re wet.

You’re crying.

-

You’re somewhere in the country part of Iowa, investigating a case that led you to an abandoned barn.

The air smells like mold and rot and old paper.

You step through the wrecked archway first, flashlight cutting a narrow beam through the dust. Sam’s close behind, EMF reader tucked in his hand, silent and alert. Ruby lags a few feet off to the side—unarmed, unconcerned. She walks like this is a field trip and not a salt-and-burn.

“She’s been here,” Sam mutters, scanning the cracked marble floor. “Three missing guys in a week. Same M.O. Burned eyes, scorched lungs. Angel maybe.”

“Or a demon with a flair for drama,” Ruby adds lightly.

You shoot her a glance. “I thought your kind preferred shadows and knives.”

Ruby smiles at you, slow and amused. “Oh, sweet thing, we like whatever gets the job done.”

Sam doesn’t catch the look she gives you, but you do. You feel it in your stomach—like heat pooling beneath your ribs, nauseous and electric. That same look she gave you the first time. The night it started. The night she crawled inside you and never really left.

You try not to react. You can’t give her the satisfaction.

You round the broken pulpit, boots crunching glass. Sam’s EMF reader starts whining—soft, steady.

You both freeze.

“Basement,” he says. “There’s a trap door behind the altar.”

You crouch, pulling at a loose plank. Beneath it, darkness yawns—a narrow stone stairwell descending into what smells like sulfur and bones. Lovely.

You glance at Sam. “You ready?”

He nods.

You go first.

The basement is colder than it should be. Lined with old pews, old sigils, salt circles long since broken. Someone tried to fight back down here. And lost.

Then you see her.

Not a demon—not Ruby’s kind, anyway. Just a witch, desperate and cracked around the edges. Her hands are black with blood and ash. Her lips moving in some long-forgotten dialect.

Sam moves fast.

You follow.

It’s over in minutes.

A knife to the gut. A Latin phrase. Her body crumples in a heap of blood and wasted power. You barely breathe through it.

But Ruby doesn’t move.

She watches the witch die with unreadable eyes. Something about her stillness makes your skin crawl.

“What?” you hiss.

She blinks, slowly, like surfacing from a dream. “Nothing.”

Sam doesn’t notice the tension. He’s too busy scrubbing the chalk sigils off the walls.

Ruby steps closer to you, too close.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, too sharp.

“I’m just wondering,” she murmurs, “how long you’re going to keep pretending you’re not like her.”

You stiffen. “Excuse me?”

“She was desperate,” Ruby continues. “Lonely. Messy. Wanted someone to save her. Sound familiar?”

Sam calls your name from across the basement. You ignore him.

“Shut up,” you say. “Don’t.”

Ruby tilts her head, studying you. Her voice softens. “I’m not judging. I like that about you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do,” she insists. “It’s cute. The way you still think this is about good and evil. Right and wrong. Like any of that matters anymore.”

You clench your fists.

Sam’s footsteps approach behind you. Ruby leans in close, lips nearly brushing your ear.

“Tell him,” she whispers. “Tell him what we’ve done. Tell him you let me fuck you in his bed while he was out getting holy water.”

You whip around, eyes wide.

Sam’s only just appeared in the doorway. “Everything okay?”

You swallow thickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. She’s just being—her.”

Ruby’s smile is razor-sharp and silent.

Hours later, Sam’s asleep.

You’re not.

You’re outside, leaning against the motel’s concrete railing, watching rain smear the edges of the parking lot. The air is cool. Still.

Then you hear the door creak open behind you.

Ruby steps out, barefoot, zip-up sweater thrown over a tank top, like she’s pretending to be human again.

“You gonna tell me what’s eating you?” she asks, voice low.

You don’t look at her. “You know.”

She sighs. “Oh, come on. You’re not still mad about earlier?”

You don’t answer.

“I was only teasing.”

Again, silence.

She walks closer, close enough that her fingers ghost over your wrist. You don’t pull away.

“I just think it’s funny,” she says softly. “How fast you forget what this is.”

You clench your jaw. “What is this?”

A beat.

She doesn’t answer.

Of course she doesn’t.

“You make me feel insane,” you whisper.

She shrugs. “Maybe you are.”

Your chest burns. “I hate you.”

“No,” she says, stepping into your space. “You want to.”

Her lips brush your cheek. Barely there. You suck in a breath you don’t want to take.

“You’re going to keep doing this,” you murmur, “until there’s nothing left of me, aren’t you?”

Her voice is gentle. “I don’t know what you mean, baby.”

She kisses you.

Soft this time. Gentle. With hands that could kill you in less than a second and make it look like mercy.

And even now—even after everything—you let her.

Because maybe, for half a second, it feels like being wanted.

Even if it’s not real.

Even if she’ll be gone in the morning.

Even if she never says your name like it means something.

-

You hadn’t planned on riding in the same car as Ruby.

But Sam’s car wouldn’t start, and Ruby offered. Of course she did. And Sam looked at her like she hung the damn moon.

“Trust her,” he’d said as he handed you the EMF reader. “You two can clear the south wing while I cover the third floor.”

You wanted to say no. You almost did.

But Ruby was already smiling from the driver’s seat, one arm draped over the steering wheel like she had all the time in the world.

And it’s not like you could explain to Sam that something about her unsettled you—not without sounding jealous. Not without revealing whatever was going on between the two of you.

So you went.

The school is massive. Crumbling brick, rusting fences, thick vines choking the facade. It feels abandoned by time itself. Ruby pushes open the door unhesitatingly, unafraid.

She glances at you sideways as you both step into the dusty main hallway.

“You’re quiet,” she says.

You shrug, scanning the entryway with the EMF. “Just focused.”

She hums low in her throat, like she knows that’s a lie. “What’s wrong now?”

“Nothing,” you say, too quickly.

“Hmm,” she murmurs. “Sure.”

You keep moving.

The south wing is dark and claustrophobic. Hallways sag, and old dorm room doors hang open like broken mouths. Ruby walks ahead, deliberately keeping her back to you.

“Tell me something,” she says suddenly. “You ever think about leaving?”

“What, the life?”

“No. Me.”

You stop.

“I didn’t think I was… with you,” you say cautiously.

She turns, eyebrow raised. “You sure?”

The air tightens. You don’t answer. She smirks and starts walking again.

“Relax,” she says over her shoulder. “I’m not here to fight.”

You don’t believe her. But you follow anyway.

Room 214 is colder than the others. A chalkboard with faded writing, a row of ancient cots. Ruby steps in and says nothing for a moment. She’s still.

“This is the room.”

“What room?”

“The summoning happened here. A few years back. A failed one. But they didn’t close the portal right. That’s why people keep dying.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re just now telling us that?”

“I didn’t want Sam going off half-cocked. He’d screw it up.”

You cross your arms. “But you trust me?”

Ruby turns to face you fully now, walking closer. “You’re smarter. Sharper. You know how to listen.”

You shake your head, uneasy. “You don’t need me to listen, Ruby. You need someone to bleed for you.”

She doesn’t flinch. “If I told you I’d do it myself if I could—would you believe me?”

“No.”

She laughs quietly. “Good. I like you better when you’re not naive.”

You step back. “What’s the play here?”

“There’s a presence in the basement. It’s feeding off residual energy. I need a pulse. Something to lure it to the surface.”

You feel it before she even says it.

“No.”

“You don’t have to touch anything. Just stand in the summoning ring.”

“You want me to anchor the ritual?”

“I’ll protect you,” she says, stepping closer. “I always do.”

You should say no. You should leave.

But something in her tone—warm, almost reverent—makes your chest ache. Like she’s handing you a crown you didn’t ask for.

Like you want to earn her approval.

Even now.

Even after everything.

You step into the circle.

It’s subtle at first. A whisper, a static buzz in your jaw. Then it builds—pressure behind your eyes, something thick pressing into your chest.

“Ruby,” you start. “Something’s wrong—”

“Stay still.”

“It’s pushing through me,”

“Stay. Still.”

“No, no! I don’t think I can—!”

But she’s already chanting.

The circle pulses.

The thing that bursts through the floor isn’t human. Or demon. It’s something older. Black mist curling like vines, shrieking from a thousand mouths.

And Ruby’s chanting falters.

The barrier flickers.

She looks at you—dead in the eye—and you realize in one awful flash: She knew.

This wasn’t just a summoning.

It was a test.

The thing crashes against the sigils, and your nose bleeds. Your knees buckle. Ruby isn’t moving to help.

You yell, “Do something!”

She watches.

Finally, after what feels like forever, she closes the circle. The entity evaporates with a final shriek, and the pressure collapses.

You fall to the floor, trembling, ribs screaming.

You’re panting, desperately trying to swallow in air as she kneels beside you like she cares. One hand cups your face while the other rubs your back in an attempt to soothe.

“I told you you were strong enough,” she whispers.

You look at her, broken and furious. “We could’ve both died if you’d been wrong.”

She leans in, brushing hair from your face.

“I wasn’t wrong.”

Then she kisses your forehead.

Not soft. Not comforting.

Claiming.

Sam finds you outside twenty minutes later. You’re sitting on the hood of the car, hands still shaking.

“You okay?” he asks, helping you down.

“She didn’t tell you everything,” you say. “She put me in the circle.”

Sam frowns. “She told me it was already active when you went in. That you offered.”

“She lied, Sam.”

He gives you a strange look. Like he doesn’t know who to believe.

“Ruby saved people before we ever met her,” he says. “She’s trying. She trusts you.”

You want to scream.

Instead, you nod.

-

The motel bed smells like mildew and old cigarettes.

You’ve been lying in it for hours. Ruby hasn’t said a word. She’s perched at the table, one leg tucked under her, sipping coffee that’s long gone cold.

Your hands still shake when you reach for your water. You’ve barely eaten. You haven’t showered. Your skin feels like it’s been wrapped too tight around your bones since the thing in the summoning circle slammed into your psyche and left bruises no one can see.

Ruby hasn’t apologized.

She won’t.

“You’ve been crying,” she says finally, voice soft but unbothered.

You don’t look at her. “Of course I have. You used me.”

“No,” she replies. “I chose you.”

You laugh bitterly, staring at the stained ceiling. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

She stands. Crosses the room slow, barefoot, unhurried, like she has nowhere else to be but right here. You tense, but you don’t move.

She crawls onto the bed beside you, eyes never leaving your face.

“You think I could’ve trusted Sam in that circle?” she asks quietly. “He would’ve hesitated. Panicked. Screwed everything up.”

“And I didn’t?” Your voice cracks.

“No,” she murmurs, dragging her fingertips across your shoulder. “You didn’t.”

You try to pull away. She doesn’t let you. One hand drifts to your hip, anchors you there.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper.

She leans closer. “Sure you can.”

Your breath catches. “I’m not your weapon.”

“No,” she agrees, her voice low. “You’re not.”

She kisses you.

It’s soft at first. Reverent. Like she’s worshipping your pain.

You freeze. She deepens it.

You should push her off. You should scream, get off of me, you should mean it.

But her hand slides under your shirt, warm and slow, and you can’t tell if you’re shivering from fear or need.

When you do finally speak, it’s hoarse. “I’m not okay.”

“I know,” she says, mouth ghosting against your neck. “Let me take it.”

She hikes your shirt up and kisses down your chest like she’s drawing the hurt out of you one touch at a time, like your trauma is hers to claim.

You’re not sure if you say yes.

But you don’t say no.

And that’s all she needs.

“Let me take it from you, baby.”

Your eyes flutter closed, head sinking into the flat motel pillow as she trails kisses lower and lower. Warmth blooms under your skin—her lips tracing slow lines down your breasts, your sternum, inching toward the waistband of your shorts.

She looks up at you as she slides them off of you, eyes dark and hungry, calculating.

Left only in your underwear now, you catch a glimpse of that sinful, predatory look, and your core throbs.

Ruby licks a long, slow stripe along your clothed slit. You shudder, thighs trembling and clenching against her mouth in anticipation. Your hips buck involuntarily, lips letting out a soft, desperate whine.

It’s undignified. It’s pathetic.

And it only fuels her more.

Her cold hands grip your thighs, pushing them over her shoulders, thumbs pressing deep, slow circles into the soft flesh.

Her dark eyes lock with yours, unblinking, merciless as she picks up the pace, tongue pressing with precision.

“Fuck,” she breathes, voice low, “you’re always so good for me like this.”

Her words wrap around you, a velvet noose tightening at your throat. You’re drowning in her touch and her control. You hate how much you need it. But you can’t pull away.

She pulls away for a moment—a painful moment— yank your underwear down your legs and toss them aside. Before you even have time to mourn the absence of pleasure, she dives right back between your legs, tongue delving deep into your folds.

You gasp loudly at the wonderfully slick sensation.

"Oh god," you moan, hips rolling helplessly against Ruby's face as you lose yourself in the intense feeling. Your fingers tangle in Ruby's hair, pulling hard enough to bruise as you try to ground your amidst the overwhelming sensations.

Ruby hums against your wet heat, the vibration sending sparks through your body. She savors every taste, every scent, committing it all to memory. She knows she should be gentle, coaxing you back from the brink, but the primal hunger driving her won't allow it.

Instead, she doubles her efforts, tongue flicking rapidly over your clit before diving back inside. She sucks hard on the sensitive bud, nibbling just enough to edge you closer to the precipice without letting you tumble over.

One hand moves up to palm your breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly as her thumb rubs over the nipple. The other grips your hip, fingers digging in as she holds you in place, grinding her face harder against your pussy.

"God, look at this pretty little cunt. So wet and perfect, just begging for my tongue.”

Her praise goes straight to your head and you scream.

“Come on baby,” you feel her fingers inside of you now, fucking into you relentlessly, her tongue never stopping on your clit. “Be my good girl, beg for me.”

Your back arches off the bed in a desperate attempt to be closer to Ruby, to melt into her, to merge with her. To become one.

“Ngh—oh! Oh, god, pleasepleasepleaseplease–Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby–” You’re stammering, gasping and babbling, trying to form coherent sentences. But your brain is melting right out of your ears. You’re chanting and crying out her name in sinful prayer. “I love you—!”

You miss the way her ministrations falter ever so slightly at that. The way her eyes flicker up at you, simmering with something you wouldn’t want to see.

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—“ and you’re so gone. You don’t even know you’re saying it, and Ruby knows this.

But she also knows you mean it.

The tether snaps and your entire body wracks with tremors. Ruby’s tongue slows ever so slightly as she works you through your orgasm. Your thighs tremble around her head as it crashes and washes over you.

“That’s my good girl,” she coos over your slickness, her breath fanning over it deliciously. It’s all too much, too much.

You’re a whimpering, trembling mess by the time she shrugs your legs off her shoulders and slides up your body to straddle your hips. Her hands cradle your face with practiced tenderness, and she presses a kiss to your sweat-slick forehead like you’re something sacred.

You don’t resist when she eases you down into the pillows. You let her guide you—pull, position, fold you up like a doll. You’re too spent to move on your own, nerves frayed and limbs heavy. And in some twisted part of your mind, it feels like affection. Like care.

Like love.

You don’t say anything more as you come down from your high. You probably couldn’t even if you wanted to. So you’re silent as she climbs in beside you, tugging the scratchy motel blanket over the both of you. Her arms wrap around your body, holding you close as if you’re something fragile. Something cherished. She strokes your hair and whispers sweet things in your ear.

“You’re so pretty,” she whispers deceptively sweet.

“You’re my good girl.”

“You’re perfect.”

The demon says it like scripture.

But she doesn’t say I love you.

And maybe it’s lucky you’re too drained to notice. Too far gone to hear what’s really beneath all the sweetness. You fall asleep like that—wrapped in arms that claim to protect you, lulled by the soft poison of her praise.

And for a fleeting, tragic moment, you feel warm. Safe. Maybe even happy.

Maybe even happy.

Oh, how naive.

-

Another shitty motel, another too-springy and too-stained mattress that you ignore and sleep on anyway. There must’ve been hundreds of these you’ve been through by now. Maybe thousands. On the road with Sam and…Ruby, the weeks all seem to blend together. In the race to stop Lilith breaking the seals, you’ve all but lost your sense of time.

God knows that’s not the only thing you’ve lost these past couple months.

You’re alone, curled up in bed, still wearing Ruby’s shirt from the other night—the one she stripped off you, the one she told you looked better on you anyway. She’s gone, off doing… something. She said she wouldn’t be long. But she always says that.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but the slamming door jolts you awake. You’re expecting to see Sam coming back from his usual late-night scouting, but you’re surprised to see the someone else entirely.

“What the hell is going on with you?” he hisses, cutting, sharp.

You blink, heart spiking.

Dean’s standing in the doorway, keys still clutched in his hand. His eyes are wild—not angry in the usual way, but something worse: scared.

“What are you talking about?” you ask. Not, ‘What are you doing here?’ or ‘Why are you here?’

“Don’t play dumb. You disappear with that bitch and Sam for days—“ a twinge of distaste pants in your heart at the dig at Ruby “—and every time you come back you look even worse than he does. You’ve got bruises and marks you won’t explain. You look like you haven’t slept in days. And now you’re wearing her clothes?”

You look down.

“It’s just a shirt.” It’s not just a shirt to you.

“It’s her shirt.”

You sit up, tugging it lower out of reflex. “Why does it matter?”

“Because she’s a goddamn demon, that’s why.”

The word hits like a slap, even though you know it’s true.

You turn away.

Dean steps forward, voice quieter but heavier. The reality of the situation is hitting him all too quickly now. You’re farther gone than he ever could’ve thought.

“She’s messing with your head. And you’re letting her.”

“She’s not—”

“She’s not what, huh?” Dean snaps, venom cutting through the air and slicing straight into you. “Not using you? Not lying to your face? Not twisting the knife when you’re too close to feel it?”

You stand now, blood pounding in your ears.

“She cares about me!”

“Bullshit.” He says it like it’s obvious. Like it’s already been decided.

You want to scream.

“She stayed with me, Dean. She didn’t leave.”

“Because she needs you. Not because she gives a damn about you.”

Your hands curl into fists.

“You weren’t there. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dean steps closer. His face is raw now, like this is physically hurting him.

“I’ve seen what you look like after she leaves. I’ve seen you puke your guts out because you’re so strung out you can’t eat. I’ve seen you cry in your sleep.”

You open your mouth—nothing comes out.

“I hear you talking to her when you think no one’s around. Like you’re begging her to stay. Like you know she won’t.”

That cuts. Deep. Because he’s right.

“It’s complicated.”

“No. It’s toxic.”

He runs a hand over his mouth, then looks at you like he’s searching for something—the version of you before all this started.

“Did she promise you something?” Your silence is answer enough. “Did she say she loved you?”

You look down.

“She doesn’t have to,” you mutter unconvincingly.

You want to believe that, you really do. But even you—as twisted around Ruby as you are—can see some of what Dean might be seeing right now. Dean laughs, but there’s no humor in it. Only disbelief. Only grief. The sound guts you.

“You think what you have is real? You think it means something?”

“It does mean something.”

“She’s a demon, not a soulmate.”

“She touched me like I mattered.”

Your voice cracks open, bleeding truth you didn’t mean to say. Dean goes still.

“She said I was good. She said I was enough. And she stayed.”

A beat of silence stretches between you, heavy with the glaringly obvious stupidity of what you just said. What about Sam? What about him? Dean’s jaw tightens. His voice drops.

“She used you.”

A beat.

“She held me.”

“She broke you and then played hero while you bled out.”

You flinch.

Dean’s voice softens, cracks.

“You’re not the same anymore. Even Sam sees it and he’s almost as hooked to this bitch as you are.”

Your throat tightens. “You think I don’t know that?”

Dean takes a step back, breathing hard. He runs a hand through his hair. Looks like he wants to hit something—or cry.

“This thing she’s got you wrapped up in? It’s not love. It’s a leash.”

He turns to leave.

Then he stops.

“She’s gonna leave you wrecked. Worse than now. And when she does…” He hesitates. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to fix what’s left.”

The door clicks shut behind him.

You sit back down on the edge of the bed, shaking.

You don’t cry.

You just pull the shirt tighter around you—like it means everything. Like it’s armor.

And when Ruby returns, hours later, sliding beside you like nothing’s wrong, you let her kiss you again.

Let her pretend this is something beautiful.

Let her pretend you’re not bleeding.

Because that’s the story you need right now.

And it’s the one she’s always happy to tell.

-

You’ve stopped keeping track of what city you’re in. It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is that Ruby’s here tonight, curled beside you, fingers idly combing through your hair while the flickering TV screen paints shadows across the walls.

It’s late, and Sam’s gone. Training. Drinking. Something. Ruby won’t say.

Neither of you talk much at first. You’re lying in her lap, watching static on mute. Her fingers tug gently at the roots of your hair, and you close your eyes like it soothes you. And maybe it does. Maybe it’s the only thing that does lately.

“You ever think about when it’s over?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

Ruby pauses. Her fingers still in your hair for just a second too long before resuming.

“Over?”

“This,” you murmur. “The seals. Lilith. The end of the world.”

Ruby hums low in her throat. “Every day.”

You shift slightly, look up at her. Her face is in shadow. You can’t read it.

“What do you think happens after?” you press.

She glances down at you, a small, unreadable smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “What do you want to happen?”

You hesitate. “I don’t know. Something normal. Something… safe.”

Ruby brushes a thumb across your cheek, almost tender. “You could have that.”

“Could I?”

She leans down and kisses your temple. “If we win. If Lilith falls. There’s a future on the other side.”

There’s a weight behind her words that should reassure you—but something about the way she says them makes your chest tighten. You try to hold onto the hope, but her phrasing gnaws at the edges of your mind.

Not we’ll have a future. Not you and me. Just there’s one. Somewhere. Distant. Vague.

You cling to the softness anyway.

“Would you stay?” you ask. You hate how small your voice sounds. But by now you’ve grown used to it.

Ruby doesn’t answer right away.

Her hand slides down your arm. She doesn’t look at you when she finally says, “If I could.”

If.

Not when. Not yes.

You swallow, throat suddenly dry.

“You want to, though, right?”

She smiles again, and this time it’s too smooth. Too easy.

“Of course I do.”

But it lands wrong. It’s too clean, too practiced.

You sit up slowly, watching her face.

“Why do you always say what I want to hear?”

Ruby blinks. “What?”

“You always know the right thing to say. Always know when to touch me, when to hold me, when to—” you gesture vaguely. “Make it feel like love.”

Key word: Like love.

Like.

There’s a flicker of something in her eyes. Irritation? Guilt? Fear?

“You think I’m lying?” she asks, voice lower now.

“I don’t know.” You look down. “Maybe.”

Ruby shifts closer. Her hand finds your jaw and tilts your face up to meet hers.

“I care about you,” she says, voice smooth as silk. “Is that so hard to believe?”

You hesitate. “Sometimes.”

She doesn’t flinch.

“I’ve done a lot of terrible things,” she says. “You think I don’t know that? But I chose to stay with you. That counts for something.”

You search her face. You want so badly to believe her. To believe that all of this meant more than just manipulation and timing. You nod, just barely.

Ruby leans in and kisses you slow, deep, like she’s sealing a contract. Like she’s swallowing your doubts one by one.

When she pulls away, she presses her forehead to yours.

“Trust me,” she whispers.

Your eyes close.

But somewhere deep down, some part of you still hears that pause. That hesitation.

If.

If she could stay.

If she meant it.

If this wasn’t just a game.

And even deeper down, in the quiet place you never speak from—

You already know she’s lying.

But tonight, you let yourself forget.

Tonight, you lie in her arms like she’s your future. And you don’t ask again what happens next.

Because some part of you already knows the answer.

-

Another motel. Another room without her.

You’re lying on the bed in silence, curled up in the shirt Ruby left on the chair a few nights ago—still faintly smelling like her, sharp and sweet and hellfire underneath.

She left again. You don’t know where. She said, “Back soon.” She always says that. You pretend it’s a promise. It’s not.

The clock ticks past midnight. You’re wide awake.

And then the knock.

Three sharp raps on the door. You sit up, startled. Not Ruby—she never knocks.

When you open the door, it’s Bobby.

“Get dressed,” he says, grim. “Now.”

Your mouth is already forming questions, but his tone leaves no room. “Sam’s with her. Something’s wrong. We have to move.”

The car ride is silent except for the sound of your heart hammering in your ears.

“She’s not who you think she is,” Bobby finally says.

You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re gripping the seat like it might fly out from under you.

“I know what you think you have with her,” he adds, not cruelly—but not gently either. “But it ain’t real.”

You don’t say, She held me when I couldn’t breathe.

You don’t say, She kissed me like she meant it.

You don’t say, She made me believe I wasn’t broken.

Because none of that matters now. Not if Sam’s in danger. Not if Bobby’s right.

But part of you—God, part of you still hopes she’ll be there, smiling like always, and you can pretend this was all some horrible misunderstanding.

The chapel door creaks open.

And you know.

Before you see anything—you know.

Sam’s standing at the altar. Pale. Shaking. His hand slick with blood. Lilith’s body is slumped beneath him, eyes wide open and unseeing, blood seeping across the floor like ink. A strange, horrific sigil glows on the ground, pulsing with something ancient and wrong.

And Ruby—

Ruby is smiling.

Grinning, even. Like everything’s going perfectly. Like she’s home.

Has she ever smiled like that with you?

“No,” you whisper.

She turns, eyes lighting up when she sees you.

“There you are,” she says softly. “You made it.”

You step forward. Slowly. Trembling.

“Ruby…” you say her name like a lifeline, like she might look at you and say, ‘No, this isn’t what it looks like. I’m still yours.’

She doesn’t.

“I told you there’d be a future after this.” Her voice is almost tender. “You remember that?”

Sam is breathing like he just ran a marathon. His eyes meet yours—bloodshot, confused. “I—I thought she was helping us.”

Your stomach turns.

“She is,” you say weakly. You look at Ruby. “Aren’t you?”

Ruby’s gaze doesn’t waver. But it sharpens. You’ve never seen her look more radiant. Or more not human. You’re gonna throw up.

“I did help,” she says, calm. “I got you here, didn’t I?”

“You said—” Your voice breaks. “You said you wanted a life with me after this.”

“I did.” Her tone stays so calm it makes your skin crawl. “Maybe I still do.”

Dean crashes through the door behind you, already yelling. “Move, Sam!”

No one moves.

“You used him,” you say, choking on the words. “You used me.”

Ruby tilts her head. Confused. “I thought that part was obvious?”

You laugh—shaky, bitter. “Yeah, I guess it was, wasn’t it?”

You always thought the worst thing would be dying.

But you were wrong.

It’s this.

She steps toward you. “You were never part of the plan.” Her voice softens, almost sad. “That was real. You were… a surprise.”

You flinch like she’s slapped you. “Then what was all of it for?”

She shrugs, eyes unreadable. “I liked the way you looked at me,” she says. “Like I was something good.”

You’re shaking.

“But you still lied,” you whisper.

She doesn’t deny it. That hurts more than anything.

“I kept you close because it made things easier,” she says. “But I didn’t fake it—”

A beat.

“—not all of it at least.”

The words tear through you like glass.

That was it. That was all it was.

She liked how you worshipped her.

She liked how easy it was.

She looks at you then, really looks. And maybe—maybe—there’s a flicker of regret.

But it’s too late.

Sam’s whisper cuts through the air like he’s finally remembered how to speak. “I broke the final seal.”

Ruby grins again. “Yes. You did.”

Dean lunges. The demon blade flashes.

You scream. “No—!”

But it’s over before you can reach her.

She gasps, blood gurgling in her throat, collapsing to her knees. Smoke begins to rise from her mouth, curling around her like serpents. Her eyes lock on yours, even as her body breaks.

You’re moving before your mind can even catch up. Your knees hit the ground so hard you feel the impact reverberate through your whole body, but you don’t care at all.

You’re scrambling, hands flailing over Ruby’s body as she slips away.

Right through your fingers.

There’s blood there’s smoke there’s so much blood—

You put all your weight down on her wound as if it’ll make a difference. As if it’ll change the outcome that you know is happening.

“Nonononono— Ruby, please—no! I—!” You’re choking and and breaking and sobbing and—

And she smiles.

She raises a bloodied hand to your cheek, smearing it red. She whispers your name one final time before her hand falls.

And then she’s gone.

No dramatic gasp. No warning. Just gone.

You fold in half.

And the screaming—God, the screaming—

It’s you.

Your body curls like it’s been stabbed through the gut. You slam your bloody palms over your mouth, as if that might stop the sound, stop the grief, stop the hole that’s opening in your chest and swallowing you whole.

It doesn’t.

You keep screaming.

Bobby’s voice is calling you. Dean’s too. Sam is shattering in the corner. The world is falling apart around you.

And none of it matters.

Because she’s gone.

And you still don’t know who you were to her.

-

That night, no one sleeps.

The Devil is rising.

-

He saw it all.

He saw the way you ran to her, hands shaking, body breaking. He saw the blood on your knees, the way you threw yourself down like you were the one who’d been stabbed.

And then the sound you made—

It wasn’t human.

It made the hair on Sam’s arms stand straight up.

He watched you crumble with her. And he knew.

He hadn’t known before. Not really. Not like that.

He knew you cared about Ruby. Sure. He’d seen the way you looked at her when you thought no one was watching. But he didn’t know it went that deep.

Didn’t know it was everything.

He sees you now, days later, and you’re quiet. Too quiet. Like your voice died with her.

You still haven’t asked him why he didn’t stop it.

You haven’t asked anyone anything.

And Sam—he doesn’t know if he should be relieved that it’s over, or horrified by the look in your eyes.

That hollow, burning stare.

He should hate her. He does hate her.

But sometimes, late at night, he remembers the way your hand shook on her chest. The way you whispered her name like it was the last word you’d ever say. The way you begged.

And he wonders if, somehow, that demon really did love you.

Just a little.

Just enough to ruin you.