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What Are Friends For?

Summary: It was supposed to be a fun night out with a friend, but when Dean’s ex shows up you decide to play ‘girlfriend’ to make her jealous. You never expected the teasing and flirting would lead to something else...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: This is dedicated to @dean-winchesters-bacon and counts as one of the 2 smuts I owe her (inspired by this little tidbit). Also using the Fake Relationship square for my @spnkinkbingo card. If you’re interested in a next-level fanfic experience, check out @scentsfromthebunker ’s Dean scent :):)

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Fake Relationship

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluff. Explicit language. Smut. Fingering. Other implied stuff.

Bamby

It was date night… and by date night, you meant it was that one night in the month where you and the boys managed to get out and do something fun. Tonight, however, Sam had declined the offer to go out for drinks. He was exhausted, having been researching non-stop for a particularly gruelling case for over a week. You and Dean, though, weren’t passing up the opportunity.

Still stuck in the butt-fuck-nowhere town where the case had led you to, the only place you could go for a little bit of fun was the bar. That was perfectly fine, though. Booze, food, tunes and pool? What more could a girl want?

Already two beers in, you and Dean were huddled together in a corner booth, having a decent time. Your stomach was hurting from laughing so much, and you could see his cheeks twitch under the stretch of his constant smile.

Right as Dean reached for his third beer, bringing it to his lips, that smile slipped.

“Dean?” you asked, watching as his eyes grew wide. “What’s wrong?”

When he didn’t respond you turned in your seat to follow his gaze and found yourself staring at a gorgeous brunette woman.

“Who’s she?”

“An ex…” Dean answered, lowering his bottle back down to the table.

Spinning in your seat to look back at him, it was your turn to stare wide-eyed.

“An ex?”

Brows furrowing, he pulled his gaze away from the woman to look at you. “Why do you sound so shocked to hear I have an ex?”

“Because you’re Dean Winchester, hot, badass mother fucking, righteous man, touched by Heaven and Hell, and all that shows in the bedroom… at least that’s what I’ve heard from the countless hunters you’ve bedded. You just don’t seem like the kind to settle down.”

His lips tugged into a grin. “Hot badass, huh?” Before he could gloat, however, his attention was caught again.

“You’re an idiot.” You rolled your eyes at him.

Once more, his eyes went wide as they locked onto the woman across the room. This time, however, she spotted him as well… and now she was headed towards your table.

“Dean?” Even her voice was pretty. So soft and delicate and feminine. “Wow, how long’s it been? Like, three years?”

He chuckled awkwardly, nodding. “Uh, yeah. About that long.”

As you looked from her to him, and back again, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Dean Winchester was nervous… uncomfortable… awkward. The sauve Winchester had no idea what to do.

Her eyes flickered to yours before she looked back at Dean expectantly.

“Oh, right, um Natasha this is Y/N-”

“His girlfriend,” you cut in, smiling widely as you rested your head on Dean’s shoulder.

Natasha actually flinched. “Girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” you sighed happily, looking up at Dean who was suddenly very quiet and tense. “We’ve been dating for, oh… how long babe? A year?”

“Um… a year and a half,” he managed, finally falling into the lie.

“A year and a half?” To say Natasha looked shocked would be an understatement.

“Best year and a half of my life.” Leaning into him more, you rested your hand on his chest and began to fiddle with the buttons of his flannel.

“Wow… well… congratulations.” She gave a tight smile. “It was nice seeing you, Dean.”

You and Dean watched ss she gave a firm nod and then walked back to the bar. As soon as she was far enough away that she couldn’t hear the two of you, Dean let out a breath he’d been holding.

“Man… whatever happened between the two of you, it’s got you wound tight.”

“She dumped me,” he noted shortly.

Turning to him, surprised, you found your jaw-dropping. “She dumped you? Why?”

“Because she didn’t think I was ‘boyfriend’ material.” He looked down at you, then. “That I’m not the kind to settle down.”

Sinking in your seat, you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat. “Oh. Dean, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” he assured you, grabbing his beer.

Watching him take a drink, you knew it wasn’t fine. Dean was a great guy. He was noble, trustworthy, loyal, caring, empathetic. He wasn’t afraid to feel, or show those feelings, and he felt deeply. Dean cared deeply. He loved deeply. While you hadn’t experienced the romantic kind of love from him, he loved his friends and family with everything he got.

“The issue isn’t that you’re not the kind to settle down, but that you don’t have the kind of life that allows it. You’re boyfriend material, Dean,” you noted, drawing his attention to you. “Any woman would be lucky to have the honour of calling herself your girlfriend, and if Natasha was too stupid to see that then it’s her loss.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not,” you insisted.

“Y/N-”

Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, shutting him up. As you pulled back you found him staring down at you, wide-eyed and speechless.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“I am listening.” He nodded quickly, shifting on the spot to face you a little more. “One hundred per cent listening.”

Shaking your head at him, you grinned. “Sit here with me. We’ll drink, flirt, cuddle, maybe kiss a little more. Show her what she’s missed out on since she foolishly dumped you.”

“Kiss a little more?” he asked, transfixed by the idea.

Chuckling lightly, you leaned up again to press a kiss to the corner of his lips this time. “You have to work for the next one.”

Drink flowed after that. The two of you sat close, leaning against each other. Dean had his arm wrapped around you, and between each drink, he would rest his hand on your thigh. You giggled and blushed, draping a leg over his after a while, getting even closer.

Looking over to the bar, you noticed Natasha bristling as she glanced at the two of you. It actually made you feel good, knowing you could make her feel jealous. Someone good enough to have been with Dean before was jealous of you… it was a peculiar thought, and it made you feel confident.

Turning to Dean, you leaned in towards Dean’s ear. “Wanna play some pool?”

“Thought we were supposed to be working at making Natasha jealous,” he countered.

“Watching you lean up against me, your hands on my waist as you teach me how to play is bound to work her up.”

“You already know how to play. Hell, you’re almost better than me.”

“She doesn’t know that.” Slipping your legs off him, you stood and offered your hand. “Come on, cowboy. Show me what you got.”

…

Playing dumb was a little harder than you’d anticipated. Being around two guys all the time brought out a competitive side in you. Sam and Dean were always trying to outdo each other, and so you joined in and did your best to beat them both. In any other situation, you would have kicked Dean’s ass at pool, but tonight was different.

Tonight you had to concede. Tonight you were determined to make Dean look as good as possible… which is how you ended up clutching at your pool cue with a white knuckle grip, grumbling under your breath as you watched him line up to take yet another shot. He was so close to winning, and you’d barely sunken two balls… the competitive side in you was bristling.

Looking up from his aim, Dean grinned at you as he watched your hands wring the cue stick. He glanced away to take the shot before looking back to you just in time to see your brows furrow as he sunk yet another ball.

“I tell you what,” he started towards you, “I’ll pretend I didn’t sink that ball, and we’ll let you have a turn. How does that sound?” he asked as he moved to stand behind you.

Turning to face him a little more, you kept your voice low as you responded through gritted teeth. “Letting me take a shot isn’t going to change the fact that I’m the idiot that decided to let you win to show Natasha you’re not only a great boyfriend but also fun and skilled. Losing sucks, Dean.”

“It’s not the only thing that sucks.” He winked at you.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the table, determined to ignore him and just hit the ball with no particular direction.

Sighing, Dean stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your hips.

Your back went rigid as you straightened up and hissed at him. “What are you doing?”

“We want to show her I’m a good boyfriend, right?” he asked, earning a nod from you. “Well, would a good boyfriend just beat his girlfriend at a game of pool without offering some kind of help?”

“Get to the point, Winchester.”

Tightening his grip on your waist, he shifted your hips. “I’m going to help you beat me.”

“I don’t need help. If you don’t mind me winning I could kick your ass in three shots.”

“We’re trying to show off, remember? Trying to make her jealous. What would make her more jealous than seeing me bend you over this table to teach you how to play pool?”

A hot flush made its way to your cheeks at the mental image of Dean bending you over in a different situation. Shaking the thought away, you stumbled over your words as you responded, “Th-that… that’ll work. Yeah. Mmhmm. That’ll work.”

Chuckling in your ear, he began to shift your hips again to start bending you over. He pressed himself against you as close as possible. You tensed a little more, which only made him chuckle.

Leaning in closer, he whispered in your ear again. “You should relax.”

“I can’t when I can feel the outline of your junk pressed up against me,” you hissed back.

“Am I making you hot?” he asked, grinding against your a little.

Your lips parted on a gentle moan as your eyes fluttered shut. This time when your grip on the pool cue tightened it was because of a different kind of frustration.

“You okay there, Y/N?” You could hear his grin in his words.

His hand on your hips dipped a little lower until it could inch under your shirt. Your breath hitched as he let his fingertips graze your skin gently. Out of instinct, you pressed back into him, turning your head to face him once more as you bit your lip to control the whimper that was threatening to escape.

Dean’s eyes fell to your lips as he licked his own. “I didn’t mean to turn you on…”

“You’re so full of shit,” you mumbled, pressing into him as he leaned in closer to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

“But now that I have… do you wanna get out of here?”

“Fuck yes.” Dropping your cue, you snatched his hand and practically dragged him out of the bar, shoving passed anyone and everyone who got in your way.

…

The motel room’s door slammed shut as Dean pressed you against it, his lips claiming yours in a bruising kiss. Gripping the back of your thighs, he lifted you from the ground and wrapped your legs around him before pressing himself against you. The feel of his hardened cock against your clothed slit had you groaning with need, nipping at his lip desperately.

Grunting, Dean pushed away from the door and turned for the bed. He brought one of his hands up to hold the back of your head, carding his fingers through your hair as he held you close and tightly, deepening the kiss. You were melting against him, moaning as his tongue tangled with yours, when suddenly you were pulled away.

With a surprised yelp, you landed on the bed with a bounce. Leaning up on your elbows, you watched as Dean fumbled with his clothes to undress. You grew impatient quickly and reached for his belt, undoing it roughly. As his jeans fell to the ground, you moved for his boxers next, getting them out of the way to pull out his cock.

“Holy fuck,” you groaned. Seeing him in front of you, feeling him in the palm of your hand… “You’re huge.”

He twitched in your hand at the comment, a cocky grin tugging on his lips. The grin was quick to fall once you began to stroke him. Letting his head fall back, he groaned as you slowly pumped your fist along the length of him.

“I’m still dressed down here.”

Dean looked back down at you, noticing your clothes as if only just remembering that you weren’t undressed yet. Without a word, he began to remedy that fact as he pulled himself away from you and reached for your shirt. He was quick to strip you of everything until you were only in your bra.

Pushing you back down onto the bed, he followed, bringing his mouth to suck and nip at your neck as his hand cupped your breast, squeezing it through your bra, tweaking your nipple. You moaned, arching into the touch and hooking your leg over his hip.

Rocking into you, Dean guided his hand down until his fingertips brushed against your folds. You jumped at the touch, whining for more. Giving you what you wanted, Dean lowered his hand a little more before he began to press two fingers into you. The feel of him stretching you ever so slightly, and slowly, had your hands grasping at his shoulders, nails digging in.

Sucking and nipping on your neck, he began to gradually increase the pace of his thrusting fingers, crooking them to press into your sweet spot. Warmth tingled inside you, building from wherever he touched you. The hotter you felt, the louder you got, the faster he thrust his fingers.

“Dean,” you gasped, clutching at him with the same white knuckle grip you’d had on the pool cue early. “Please.”

“I got you, baby,” he muttered in your ear. “Let go.”

With those words, you felt the coil inside you snap as you came undone. With a silent cry, nails digging into his back, you felt your entire body tense before it went lax as a wave of bliss washed through you.

“You,” he pressed a kiss to your neck, “are so fucking hot when you cum.”

Smiling, you turned your head to him lazily. “I bet I look even hotter coming on your cock.”

His lips tugged up into a grin as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of your dishevelled hair and glistening skin. “You tryna get in my pants?”

“I already have.” Reaching for his cock, you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Now I’m just trying to get you to fuck me.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Leaning in, he captured you lips in another bruising kiss as he got to his knees and lined himself up, getting ready to make you scream his name for the rest of the night.

After all… what are friends for?

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Prom?

Summary: It’s not the prom you envisioned. It’s so much more, all thanks to Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: This is for the High School AU square on my @spnkinkbingo card. I just wanna apologise for my absence as of late. I had a family member in the hospital, then I became a part-time carer, then uni started, then I got kicked out of home, and now I'm a part-time carer for someone terminally ill. I've been super busy and not in the right head space to write. But I managed to put this together... hope you enjoy xx

Kink Square Filled: High School AU

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Angst. Fluff. Implied smut.

Bamby

You really shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s not like you were Lisa Braeden, the most popular girl in school. It’s not like you were one of those girls. You weren’t the kind of girl to have people crushing on her. You just weren’t the kind of girl who got asked out on dates… or to prom.

Despite knowing you weren’t that kind of girl, you’d still hoped. For months, while the school had been eagerly preparing for the date, you’d been waiting, hoping, praying for someone to ask you out.

Thing is… you really, honestly, absolutely shouldn’t have expected anything. You were the loner. The girl who sat on the library floor during lunch, writing in your journal or flicking through whichever book caught your fancy that day. You didn’t really have friends, more acquaintances than anything, and most of them felt like pity relationships. You wondered if anyone actually really liked you.

Benny and Dean were the closest things you had two friends, but that’s only because Dean had been partnered with you in chemistry because he and Benny wouldn’t quit messing around in the back row. You’d expected him to whine that he’d been forced to spend time with someone like you, seeing as he was one of the most popular guys in your grade, but it turns out he was a super nice guy.

After that class you found Dean spoke to you more than usual. To the point where he’d come and found you in the library during lunch a few times. It was three weeks ago when he last found you, glaring at a prom poster.

“Hey Bookworm. You find another grammar mistake?” he’d asked as he came to stand beside you.

“No. Just wish they didn’t have to be so in your face about the whole thing,” you’d huffed.

Dean had watched you, confused, before asking, “In your face about what? Prom? Do you hate it or something?”

“Or something,” you’d mumbled, turning your back to the poster and him to go find a corner to sit in. Dean, of course, had followed, waiting patiently for an explanation. “No one has asked me to go,” you noted, a bite to your tone.

“You want to go?” He genuinely sounded surprised.

“Why is that so surprising? Besides, it’s our last one.”

“It’s just… it’s prom. It’s boring. It’s puffy dresses and ugly corsages. It’s limos and pop music. It’s spiked punch and bland food. It’s uncomfortable, and boring, and overrated.”

You turned to him, raising an accusing eyebrow. “Didn’t you get prom king last year?”

“That’s not my point. I didn’t want to go. That was all Lisa.” The glare he gave was a lot like the one you’d given to the poster earlier. “Look, trust me, you’re not gonna miss anything if you don’t go. Hell, you can hang with Benny and me instead if you want. We’re gonna go bowling.”

“Bowling?” You shook your head. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not giving up hope on prom. I’m still going. Someone will ask me.”

No one asked you.

Dressed in a royal green gown that had cost you three paychecks, wearing the most uncomfortable heels in the world, with more hairpins in your hair than in a salon… you sat in the motel foyer by yourself. The place was dying down, most people either in one of the several rooms hosting after-parties, or back at home in their beds. You sat on the steps, well aware that you kept getting in guests’ way, but you didn’t care. Elbows on your knees and head in your hands, you pouted down at the ground as you recalled the awful night you’d had.

“Hey, Bookworm.”

Slowly, you dragged your eyes up and found yourself looking at none other than Dean Winchester.

You looked him up and down, taking in the bouquet of roses in his hand. “Hi?”

“So Benny and I went bowling,” he started, taking a step closer to you. “And apparently I wouldn’t stop talking about you, ‘cause Benny had to tell me to shut up.” He grinned, a little blush in his cheeks. “I was just really mad that no one had asked you to prom. You know what he said then?”

You shook your head, a little intrigued but still mostly confused.

“He said I’m an idiot. That I should’ve asked you. That I should’ve sucked it up, dealt with the prom crap, and just gone. That I should’ve done it for you.”

“Why would you do that?”

He chuckled. “Because, Bookworm, I’m crushing on you hard, sweetheart.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes grew wide. “What?”

Lips pulled into an amused grin, he started up the stairs. “Been crushing on you since Mr Turner had me sit with you that day in chemistry. Why else would I go to the library during lunch?”

“I just thought you were doing homework or something.”

He laughed, a full belly laugh. “When have I ever done homework. We’ve been in the same classes since we couldn’t spell our own names. I’m the lazy one, remember.”

“It’s all an act, though. You’re a smart guy, Dean,” you argued.

“Not saying differently, just don’t want the world to know.” He winked. “Pretty hard to hide stuff like that from the class wallflower though, huh Bookworm? You’re always observing, taking in everything. People don’t notice you, but you’re everywhere. Always there. They’ve just got their heads stuck up their own asses to notice. But I noticed, and I like what I see. I like you. So…” he came to stop on the step in front of you and offered his free hand, “will you go to prom with me?”

“Prom is over, Dean.”

“Afterparty isn’t,” he noted, still grinning that cheeky grin of his.

A smile of your own crept onto your lips before you reached up and took his hand, letting him help you to your feet.

…

Going to one of the after-parties felt weird. Going to one of the afterparties with Dean Winchester was like stepping into a whole new world.

He kept his hand in yours as he meandered through the room, greeting everyone who came up to see him. Literally everyone came up to him, slapping his chest, giving half hugs, just saying ‘hi’. It was like he was a superstar or something, surrounded by dozens of fans.

No one really paid you any attention, but you didn’t mind. All that mattered was how Dean’s hand remained in yours. Every now and then he’d look back at you, making sure you were okay, offering that charming grin or a sweet smile.

Once he’d done the rounds and greeted everyone, the two of you found yourself in the middle of the room, in the middle of the makeshift dance floor. You moved together, dancing and smiling and laughing to the crappy pop music someone had blaring from a speaker somewhere in the room. 

As the night continued to roll by, Dean did everything to make sure you were having the time of your life. By the time things started to die down, you were a buzz, full of an excitement you’d never felt before.

With his hand in yours again, you and Dean hurried out of the hotel room and down the corridors. You were laughing like the teenagers you were, giggling as you slammed your hand on the elevator button. Dean’s arms wrapped around your waist as he swayed you in the hallway, moving to music that your body still felt but ear could no longer hear.

The elevator opened and the two of you slipped inside. You leaned on the opposite side to him, chest heaving from laughter, cheeks burning from smiling so much. He was watching you, that happy and amused look still in his eyes. Only there was something else there now, too. Something that surprised you. Something that had your heart skipping a beat once more.

Reaching the ground floor, Dean grabbed your hand and rushed the two of you through the foyer. Pushing through the doors, you were met by the cool night’s air. Your eyes closed as you breathed in deeply, barely having a second before Dean was dragging you along again.

Still laughing and giggling, you let him lead you to the parking lot. The two of you jogged and skipped to the back of the lot where you found his car. You didn’t get a moment to appreciate the well known Winchester Impala before Dean was opening the door for you.

Giving a little curtsy, you smiled up at him. “Why thank you kind sure.”

“Of course, m’lady.” He bowed in returned. When he stood again you spotted that grin on his, firmly in place.

Slipping into the car, you shifted and waited as he hurried around to his side before getting in and turning the ignition on.

“So…” he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, “I guess this is the time I take you home.”

Watching him, you could see the hesitation, the slight disappointment. The two fo you had been having such a great time, you really didn’t want it to end so suddenly. It felt like you’d barely had any time together. It was like you were being cheated out of a good night, not just a good time.

“Hey, Dean?”

He turned to you with a simple hum. “Mmm?”

“My parents aren’t expecting me home tonight… if you want… we could… get some cheeseburgers?”

“God, you’re perfect.” Leaning in, he caught you by surprise as his lips pressed against yours.

It took a second before you caught up to reality. Dean began to pull back but you quickly grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He groaned against you, turning in his seat until he was leaning over you, one hand on the door behind you as the other wrapped around your waist.

Pulling away, slightly out of breath, his eyes locked onto yours. “If we don’t stop…”

“Don’t. Don’t stop.”

The surprise in his eyes would have made you laugh if you were so flushed and warm.

Reaching up, you tugged on his jacket. “Make this the perfect prom night, Dean Winchester.”

Not needing to be told again, he leaned in once more, claiming your lips with his in a kiss that pulled the breath right out of your lungs.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Don’t Tell Jensen

Summary: Jared likes to get up to no good, and sometimes he likes to drag you along for the ride.

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

A/N: This is for my @spnkinkbingo card, and goes with the Impala Sex square. If you’re looking to add a little something more to your Jared fic experience, check out @scentsfromthebunker’s Jared scent :) thank you @dean-winchesters-bacon for looking this over, hun xx

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Impala Sex

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Explicit language. Smut. Dry humping. Fingering. Car sex. Unprotected sex.

Bamby

The set had shut down for the night. Everyone had retired to their trailers. You had retired to your own, having planned to sleep until needed tomorrow. That was, until Jared had knocked on your door and dragged you back to set.

He’d been giggling like a child the whole time, pulling you closer and walking backwards so he could face you. Any question of where he was taking you and what he was doing faded as he leaned down to press his grinning lips against yours.

When you saw the Impala, everything clicked.

“Bob will kill us,” you noted, standing by the beautiful black vehicle.

With his arms wrapped around your waist, Jared shrugged. “Only if he finds out.”

“Jensen will kill us.”

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your jaw. “Doesn’t that make it a little more fun?”

“You do realise you’re not actually Sam Winchester, right?” Turning, you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “If you die you stay dead.”

“And if I get to choose the way I go out, then I choose this.” Stepping around you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the car’s backdoor.

Even you couldn’t deny the thrill of sneaking into the backseat of the Impala, in the middle of the closed set, while the cast and crew slept right outside. Infected by Jared’s bubbling excitement, you found yourself giggling as he guided you to straddle him.

His hands rested on your hips, fingers pressing into the meat of your ass and pulling you closer as his lips found yours again. Your fingers carded through his hair as you leaned into him, pressing your body as close to his as possible.

As you licked into Jared’s mouth, he whined and tightened his grip on you. Your hips began to move out of instinct driven by your arousal. Grinding against Jared, you could feel him hardening, pressing against your barely covered slit deliciously.

Technically the two of you had been dressed and ready for bed, which meant he was in a simple tee and sweatpants, while you were in a tank top and loose gym shorts. The thin material meant you could feel him perfectly, and you could feel how soaked you now were.

“Fuck, baby.” Pulling away, Jared looked up at you with dilated pupils.

Tugging his lip between his teeth, he fought not to make too much noise as you began to grind down on him a little harder. Each push had him brushing against your aching clit, which only made you want more.

Whimpering, you dropped your head to his shoulder as you picked up the pace, rocking the car with every thrust.

Sliding his hand between your thighs, Jared pushed your shorts out of the way and stroked your drenched slit. Mewling helplessly, you shuddered at the feel of him barely pressing the tip of his finger into you. Shifting your hips, you sought out his fingers, wanting more from him, which he happily gave.

Pressing into you, Jared pushed two fingers into you until he was knuckle deep. You keened at the feel of him, twitching needily as he curled his fingers in a way that always made you go crazy. Grinding and thrusting against his fingers, you moaned in his ear as you chased your orgasm, wanting and needing nothing more than that blissful high.

“Come on, baby,” Jared murmured in your ear, pressing against the sweet spot inside you. “I know you’re right there. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make. Wanna feel you squeeze me. Do it for me.”

With his voice in your ear, his fingers stroking your g-spot, and his body pressed against yours, Jared pushed you over the edge.

Biting your lip as you cried against his shoulder, you dug your claws into his back and clenched around his fingers, twitching against him as a ripple of ecstasy rushed through you.

Turning his head, he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Good girl.”

Delicately, Jared maneuvered the two of you until your back was flat on the seat. Kneeing between your thighs, leaning in to press kisses to your shoulder and neck, he began to inch your shorts down your legs.

“Remember that scene we did this afternoon?” he asked as he dropped your shorts to the floor of the car. “Where Dean passed out in the bar, so Sam and Lexi slept in Baby?” He pulled his shirt over his head, then. “Remember how I had to grind on you, in this exact spot again, and again, and again, and again?”

All you could do was whimper and nod as he continued peppering kisses on your neck, while his fingers began working on pulling his pants down now.

“Made me so hard, feeling you under me like that. Wanted everyone to leave so I could fill you up. That’s why I brought you here tonight. Wanted to try the scene again, only this time we’re alone… and there’s nothing between us.”

That was all the warning you got before he began to push into you.

Jared groaned against your neck as you squeezed him, swallowing him inch by inch as he slowly filled you. When he was balls deep, pulsing against your sensitive walls and pressing against your cervix, you were vibrating with the desire for him to move, and a need for him to stay still.

Taking a moment, Jared pressed gentle kisses to your shoulder as he tried to control his shaking breath and body. You could feel how affected he was by the feel of you around him.

Living on site meant you didn’t get a lot of time to be intimate. You were either working wonky shifts, or exhausted from hours of shooting, or there were too many people around for you to take real enjoyment out of what little pleasure you could find. Jared was always eager, however, and had a habit of finding ways to get what he wanted.

You were what he wanted, and the risk of getting busted having sex in the Impala was not going to dissuade him from enjoying the feeling of being inside you, or the sounds you made when he brought you to that high peek you couldn’t quiet reach on your own.

Lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, you pulled Jared closer, needing to feel all of him. With his body pressed against yours, and his lips trailing along your neck and shoulder, you felt yourself nearing another climax. Hips thrusting against hips, the car rocked in time with your movements as the windows fogged.

Murmured words and soft groans passed between the two of you. Hands slid over curves, fingers grasping whatever flesh they could find. You and Jared fell further into you arousal, drowning in the feel of each other, reveling in a rare intimate moment together.

Reaching between your bodies, Jared began to rub at your clit, pulling you closer to your ending a little faster. Arching against him, moaning unashamedly, you tugged at Jared’s hair as he pushed you over the edge.

The sound of your cumming and the feel of your walls clenching around him had Jared’s pace falter as he shuddered before he spilled inside of you. With a shaking breath, he pressed another kiss to your jaw as he leaned back. He hissed as you whined at the feel of him pulling out of you.

Looking down between your thighs, Jared couldn’t help himself as he grinned. “Whoops.”

“‘Whoops’?” You shot up to lean on your elbows as you looked at him with wide eyes. “What ‘whoops’?”

Running a finger over your slit, Jared lifted his hand to show you the mess on his finger. “It’s on the seat.”

Jumping into action, you fumbled for the clothing on the floor and quickly pulled on the first thing you grabbed. Jared’s sweats were very big on you, but at least they put a barrier between you and the leather of the Impala.

“Jensen is going to kill us.” You glared up at him.

Shrugging, Jared pulled his shirt over his head as he continued to grin. “He doesn’t know it was us. No one does. Any one of the cast or crew could have snuck in here and-”

“What? Rubbed one out?”

“Or…” he leaned in to capture your lips with his, “they could have snuck a beautiful woman in here to show her how desperate they’ve been to be with her.”

Smiling up at him, you shook your head. “Can’t believe you’re trying to charm your way back onto my good side.”

“I’m always on your good side.” Winking at you, he then grabbed your gym shorts and pulled them on. “I’m keeping these by the way.”

Laughing, you shook your head once more as he slid out of the car and then helped you out. Hand in hand, laughing and grinning like teenagers, he walked you back to your trailer, neither of you caring about the mark you left on the leather seat.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

The Beard

Summary: After Sam saves you from some nuisance demons he comes to check on you that night. Deciding to spend some time together, eventually you find yourself getting distracted by the his beard. It wasn’t your intention, or Sam’s, but neither of you stop when things start heating up.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

A/N: This fic is for the Beard Kink square for my @spnkinkbingo card. Check out @scentsfromthebunker’s Sam scent for a next level fanfic experience ;)

Link: Ao3

Kink Square Filled: Beard Kink

Word Count: 3,508

Warnings: Episode 14x01 spoilers. Explicit language. Angst. Fluff. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex.

Bamby

His eyes met yours as he ducked into the bar- and by ducked, you meant ducked… the guy was too tall for the door. His head knocked the bell, alerting everyone to his entrance. Not that they needed alerting. He’d been expected by the demons who had you and Cas bound to the two chair placed in the middle of the room.

You were placed there for this exact moment. The moment when Sam came to your ‘rescue’. The demons hoped if he saw how many of them surround you it would coerce him into submission. That it would entice him into the chat they desperately wanted.

Desperate demons… they didn’t stand a chance against Sam Winchester.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the great... Sam Winchester,” Kipling- the demon who had tricked you and Cas- gestured to Sam.

Before Sam could get too far into the room, a demon stepped up to him. Without a word, Sam stopped and lifted his arms out to his side so the demon could pat him down. You watched with scrutiny, eyes glaring and following the demon’s every move.

Walking over to the bar, Kipling put his whiskey down. “I have heard so much about you. You are a damn legend, Sam. A- an icon.” The demon patting Sam down shoved him then, making you squirm in your seat. Kip didn’t react, however, still going on, “The shoulders! The hair! Mm-mm! You are my Beyoncé.”

Ignoring Kipling, Sam turned his gaze to you and Cas. “You two okay?” he asked, walking around the demon in charge, nearing your chairs.

“Of course they are. I don't damage the merchandise,” Kipling assured him.

“I'm more embarrassed than I am hurt,” Cas answered, none of you paying any mind to the black eyed pricks.

When Sam’s gaze landed solely on you, you shrugged. “Fists are better than bullets. I’ll be fine.”

Not responding with words, Sam gave you a tight nod before turning on his heels to address the elephant in the room… the demons.

“And you are?”

“Kipling. Uh, ‘Kip’ for short.”

“Cool. Kip. I'm here like you asked, so-”

Kipling cut him off suddenly, “Yeah, you're here, but not exactly as I asked. You see, I told you to come alone. But…”

A group of demons walked around the corner then, Jack and Maggie- one of the people from the apocalypse world- with them.

“Found them outside. They didn't even put up a fight,” one of the demons informed Kip.

Jack’s guilt and shame filled eyes locked onto the Winchester. “I'm sorry, Sam.”

One of the other demons punched the kid in the stomach, promptly shutting him up.

“Do that again and you won’t walk out of here,” you warned.

The demon that had punched Jack paused, head slowly turning to you. “That right?”

“Don’t test our patience!” Kipling exclaimed suddenly, glaring at his man. There was a pause before his head snapped around to look at Sam with a salesman smile. “It's fine. You... tried. But I'm gonna need a little bit more now, you know, not to... eat them.” Turning, he moved back to the bar and took a seat. “I-It's just, you know, late capitalism. You understand. So, Sam,” he lifted his drink, “let's make a deal.”

“You're looking to make a deal?” Sam asked.

“I'm a demon. That's how we do.” Kip shrugged. “Please.” He reached over to tap the stool beside him. “Sit.”

Sam didn’t move a muscle.

“No? Suit yourself, barbarian.”

“What do you want?”

“That is a very good question. What do I want? You know, I don't know if you're aware or not, Sam, but Hell's in a bit of a pickle, you know, with Crowley dead and Asmodeus Kentucky fried, which means-”

It was Sam’s turn to cut him off, “I don’t care.”

“Yes, you do. Or you will. You see, for the first time in a very long time, Hell is without a King. And that... that's just not right. So I-”

“So, you volunteer,” Sam filled in the blanks- it didn’t take a genius to figure out where this conversation was going.

“Exactly.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I want to work with you, Sam, not against you.”

“And is that why you took Y/N and I hostage?” Cas questioned accusingly.

“It's exactly why you're still breathing,” Kip countered. “It gives me a chance to show Sam and friends that I can hurt them but choose not to. You see, I want the Crowley Deal. I give you information, a spot of help every now and again, and in return, you choose to turn a blind eye to the crossroads deals, the demon-on-demon violence, et cetera.”

“We never gave Crowley that deal,” Sam corrected.

“How exciting. Then I would be breaking new ground.”

“All right. You got some good lines, I'll give you that much. But you're no Crowley. I know that. And so do they.” Sam nodded to the other demons surround you all.

Kip looked around the room for a moment before pressing a hand to his chest. “Ouch!” He laughed. “Owie! I know that I'm not that ponce-y son of a bitch. You see, in life, I rode with Genghis Khan, and I burned half the world.” He slid of his stool. “So, please, do you think that I like prancing around like this? Please.”

Stepping up to Sam, he pressed a hard finger against his chest. “If I had it my way, I would eat your heart. But a King has an image to maintain. And I'm not afraid of you. But, they are.” He glanced at the other demons. “So, take the deal, Sam,” turning, he walked back to the bar, “before I stop trying to be Crowley and I show you who I really am.” Suddenly he turned back around, smiling once more. “So, what do you say, darling?”

Eyes flicking around the room, Sam caught your gaze briefly...

“No,” he answered simply, turning back to the demon in charge.

“A-are you sure?” Kip asked, walking towards Sam again. “Because I know things... all sorts of things.”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “So do I.”

“Like?”

The door burst open then as Mary and Bobby broke in.

Everyone was suddenly fighting, bullets flying everywhere as the demons and humans fought. You were stuck, though, unable to do anything but watch as Sam turned to Kip, ready to dispose of the douche bag once and for all.

Struggling against your binds, clenching your fists and teeth, you tried to break yourself free. When Kip and Sam’s fight moved behind you, too far for you to see, panic began to set in.

“Sam!” you cried out. “Son of a bitch… Sam!”

Not too long after you heard the struggles behind you stop as someone gasped in shock.

“Sammy!?”

A pause followed your voice before someone else’s filled the room.

“Enough!”

Oh thank Chuck… he’s alive. He’s okay. You let out a relieved breath as the rest of the room fell silent and froze, all eyes turning to the man behind you.

“There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever. And if anybody wants the job, you can come through me. Understood?” he asked with a heavy breath. “So, what's it gonna be?”

Without hesitation, every demon left their vessel, getting the hell out of Dodge while they still could.

“That's what I thought.”

“Now will someone please untie me?” you sighed.

“Uh, right, sorry.” Sam hurried over, no longer the big tough Winchester. Instead he was the sweet and kind Sam you knew. With quick fingers, he undid your ropes and freed you from your binds.

“Thank you.”

He smiled down at you, nodding. “You okay?”

“Will be once we get out of here.”

You hadn’t seen Sam since you’d returned back to the Bunker. After taking a much needed shower and eating whatever you could find that was quick and easy, you hid away in your room. Things were weird now that the place was so full of people. You still weren’t use to how crowded the bunker had become, so to deal with that you kept your distance.

It was almost midnight when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

A moment passed before the door opened a crack, just enough for Sam to duck his head inside. “Hey.”

This was a surprise… it had been weeks since he’d snuck into your room like this. Ever since Dean had… left…

“Hey.” You attempted a smile, though you knew it would have looked more sad than encouraging.

Stepping inside a little further, Sam leaned against the door and closed it behind him. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine… why?”

“You were captured by demons today, Y/N,” he reminded you.

You shrugged. “Wasn’t the first time, probably won’t be the last.”

“I hope it is,” he admitted.

This time when you smiled it wasn’t forced. “Thanks, by the way.”

He frowned, confused. “For what?”

“Saving me.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it again. I will do it again,” he assured you. “I’ll be there whenever you need me.”

Watching him, still smiling, you shifted on the bed and gave the spot beside you a gentle pat. He hesitated, staring at the spot with uncertainty.

“I don’t know…”

“Sam, you haven’t slept in days. You haven’t let yourself breathe. Please, just come sit with me. I’ll throw on Game of Thrones, and we can watch it until we fall asleep. Or, I’ll fall asleep and you can sneak out.”

Thinking about it for a moment he then hummed and nodded. Moving over to join you on the bed, he settled on top of your blankets and leaned against the pillows you weren’t using.

Just as you said you would, you pulled out your laptop and flicked on Game of Thrones. Considering you were both up to date, you decided to start from the very beginning. That way you could relive it all together. Three episodes in and you fell fast asleep.

The bed shifted, stirring you from your sleep. With a whimper, you cracked your eyes open only to find your room shrouded in darkness. The sheets had been lifted, allowing some of the chilled air to creep in and make you shiver.

Humming, you reached out. “Sam?”

Feeling your hand searching for him, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and brought your hand to his face. You smiled once you felt the scratch of his beard under his palm.

“Go back to sleep,” Sam’s voice carried through the darkness as he settled in bed next to you.

“You’re staying.”

“I’m staying,” he repeated, leaning in to capture your lips with his.

It had been so long since you’d felt him like. Since you’d had a moment. Since his walls had been down far enough to let you in.

Lost in the feel of his lips against yours, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, and your palm still resting against his rough beard, you moaned. Pushing in closer, your body begged for more. Not just more touch, but more of him.

You missed him.

“Y/N,” he sighed against your lips. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.”

Hesitating, lips pausing mid kiss, after a second or so you nodded and pulled back, taking your hand away from his grasp. “It’s okay, Sam. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just… let’s go to sleep.” Turning onto your other side, you waited and hoped he’d settle in behind and wrap his arms around you.

There wasn’t a word of a lie that passed your lips. If he didn’t want to be intimate with you right now, then you would let him have that. If he wasn’t ready to let someone in so soon after losing Dean, then you would give him time. You’d give him anything and everything he needed, because that’s what he deserved.

What you and Sam had wasn’t exactly romance, but it was companionship and it was special, and you cherished it. You cherished him.

“Don’t turn away from me,” he pleaded, grabbing and tugging on your hip. The hope in his voice broke your heart. “Please turn back. Please look at me.”

You complied and turned around to face him again. “Better?”

“Mmm.” He thought about it for a moment before asking, “Will you… will you hold me?”

Moments where Sam was vulnerable were rare. He was generally a little rougher in bed. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Having him take charge was always something you enjoyed. But, again, if he needed to step down for the moment, then you would step up for him.

“Okay.” You nodded, scooting closer to wrap your arm around him.

He hummed in the dark, leaning in to wrap his own arms around you. Snuggling in, he buried his face in your neck and breathed in. With your limbs intertwined, the two of you tried to get to some rest.

You couldn’t sleep.

The feel of his scratchy beard against your skin was too much. It was a sensation you hadn’t felt in forever, and it was sparking new feelings inside you. As much as those feelings were nice, you still tried burying them under layers of patience and understanding. You tried to bury them from Sam so as not to guilt trip him into anything he might not be ready for.

“You smell good,” he groaned, and your panties flooded. “Missed your smell.”

“Sam… we don’t have to,” you assured him.

But he persisted, burying his face in closer, breathing in deeper. “Fuck.”

Rolling the two of you over until you were on your back, he settled between your thighs as his hands gripped your waist and squeezed. You whimpered, causing him to quickly pull back.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

You were shaking your head in an instant. “I’m okay. You’re okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sam. Please.” You reached up for his shoulder and tried to pull him back down. “Please.”

Even in the darkness, you could see him quirk an eyebrow. “Please what?”

“Your beard… it feels good…” you admitted.

Time ticked by as the two of you fell silent, staring at each other, barely able to see. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but you didn’t want to risk making it worse by moving or speaking.

You weren’t sure if five seconds or five minutes had passed before Sam spoke up again.

“You like my beard? Why?”

“Umm…” Trying not to let him know how mortified you were, you tried to answer casually and pray he’d then drop the subject. “I like the scratch.”

“Does it feel good?” he asked, voice a little lower.

The moan that escaped your lips was unavoidable.

Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “Let me show you how good it can get,” he whispered in your ear before he began to crawl down the bed.

“Oh God…” Your legs parted on instinct.

Fingers slid under the hem of your pyjama pants and began to tug them down. Sam was slow, gentle, dragging them down your legs to prolong the torture. By the time he was done with them, you were already panting.

Leaning in closer again, hidden under the sheets, he gave a teasing lick against your panties, brushing your clit. Your body jolted at the touch, and right before you recovered from the shock he pushed the offending material out of the way, used his fingers to spread you wide, and licked at your clit directly.

Out of reflex, you reached down and fisted his hair. Even though he was only teasing you, giving you a taste of what he could do, it was still so much. After no contact for so long, one flick of his tongue could send you over the edge.

The burn of his beard just made it better. As he got in closer, as he got a little rougher and more enthusiastic, you could feel the scratch of his beard against you. It as foreign, but it was welcome. Head thrown back, mouth parted on a moan you could hear over the pounding of your pulse, you tightened your grip on his hair and held him against you.

Sam took it in stride. In fact, he seemed to enjoy your desperation. Growling against your slit, he adjusted himself and slipped a hand between your thighs before pressing two fingers into you.

In barely any time at all you were biting your lip to keep yourself from crying out as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

He stayed down there a little longer, pumping his fingers and flicking his tongue against you, dragging out the orgasm. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back and gave you a much needed moment.

Crawling back up, Sam pressed a kiss to your jaw. “How was that?” he asked, grinning against you.

“Fuck.”

Grabbing his hair once more, you turned his head and pulled him closer before crashing his lips to yours.

The kiss was all teeth and tongues. You could taste yourself as he licked into your mouth. You moaned, melting, leaning in, wanting more of him and everything he had to give.

Shifting once more, Sam reached between your bodies again only this time it was to pull his sweats down. Once they were far enough he pulled out his cock and lined himself up with your still very sensitive pussy. Giving it a few strokes, he then wasted no more time and pushed into you.

There was no build up. No slow strokes and gentle love making. Sam started moving hard and fast right away, grunting and groaning against your lips. The kiss deepened as he rested his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in as his large body rocked over yours.

His fingers hadn’t done much to prepare you for the stretch of his cock, but the sting that came from his size was something you’d grown to love. Someone as big as Sam could try all day, but no matter how much he worked on a girl there was no preparing her for his length and girth.

“Sam,” you whimpered, pulling your lips away from a much needed breath.

He moaned, burying his face in your neck. “Forgot how good you feel. How good you sound.” Moving hard, the thrust against your cervix as if he was trying to fuck into your womb. The pressure of his cock so deep inside you was making you see stars.

Dragging your hands up his arms, you rested them at the back of his neck and gripped at his hair. Legs gliding up his waist, you wrapped yourself around him  and threw you head back as he fucked you into a second orgasm.

“Scream for me,” he told you, lips pressed against your ear. “Wanna hear you scream my name.” His hand snaked down under the sheets.

Applying some pressure on your stomach, he reach a little further with two fingers and flicked your clit.

Lips parting, you did as he said and screamed as you came, gushing around his cock.

Overcome by the feel of you squeezing him so tightly, Sam pushed in one last time and spilled inside you, grunting against your ear as he filled you with his seed.

A few moments pass where he just stayed hovering over you, breathing heavily in the crook of your neck. When you eventually moved you found your arms and legs just dropping to the bed. Sam was much the same.

With a groan he rolled over and dropped to the bed. Before you could settle in you spot, he was quick to pull you close and wrap his arm around you.

Peppering kisses on the top of your head, Sam gave a heavy but content sigh. “Fuck I needed that.”

“Hmmm.” Rolling so you were on your side and facing him, you nodded and smiled. “Me too.”

“But now I’m tired.”

You chuckled lightly, “Me too.” Letting your eyes drift, you snuggled into his chest. “Time for sleep.”

“That sounds amazing.” Pulling you closer, he hummed and settled in as well.

As you felt yourself begin to fall asleep once more you wondered for a brief moment if you would wake to an empty bed or not. Just as the thought began to plant a seed of doubt in your mind, however, Sam pressed another kiss to the top of your head.

Even though you both knew the option for him to leave was there, you got the feeling you didn’t have to worry about him pushing you away anymore. Things were still falling apart around you, but at least what you had with him was sound.

“Hey Sam?”

“Hmm. Yeah?”

“You should keep the beard.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed, squeezing you tighter and pressing one last kiss to your forehead.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Puppet Strings

Summary: Bound by the archangel Michael, you struggle to keep a strong grasp on reality as his hold on you blurs the lines for fact and fiction. With no freewill of your own, you’re left to his devices as he takes control of your life… and your body.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Reader

A/N: Using this for both my @spndarkbingo and @spnkinkbingo cards, the squares used are detailed below. This is also for @crashdevlin’s challenge, and uses my prompt: “Sorry about the chains. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s… Actually, it is that I don’t trust you”. Thank you to @dean-winchesters-bacon and @sculptorofbeginnings for helping me out. If you’re interested in bringing your fics to life, try @scentsfromthebunker’s Michael!Dean scent :):)

Link: Ao3

Dark Square Filled: Power and Control

Kink Square Filled: Choking

Word Count: 2545

***HEED THE WARNINGS***

Warnings: Explicit language. Angst. Smut. Chains. Bondage. Kidnapped!Reader. Dub-con. Grace kink. Praise kink. Self-harm. Blood play. Knife play. Fingering. Dry humping. Unprotected sex. Choking. Squirting.

Bamby

You were miserable, locked in shackles that were wrapped around your wrists and ankles. Despite not being attached to anything, you were still unable to move freely… magic held you in the bedroom, securing you to the one place he ever truly wanted you.

He. Him. The man who had whisked you away with a villainous gleam in his eyes and a charming smirk on his lips. Lips you’d dreamt of kissing once before. Eyes that had haunted your deepest desires for well over a decade. You’d hunted with the Winchesters a long time ago. You knew the face of the man who had taken you.

As a hunter, however, you’d heard the warnings ringing out in the hunting community…

Dean Winchester had been possessed by the archangel Michael.

As far as everyone else was concerned, Michael had fallen off the face of the Earth. There was barely any hope left for the older Winchester. No one other than his family thought he’d be seen again. So when you were confronted by the angel during a hunt, you’d been shocked into silence… and then knocked unconscious.

Waking in what appeared to be a five star suite, you’d been utterly confused and somewhat terrified. At first you’d had the mindset of a hunter with one clear goal… escape. Unfortunately, it took very little time before you realised there was no way out. Some kind of force tugged on your binds every time you attempted leave. You couldn’t reach for any window or door- save for the ensuite- without being pulled back by an invisible tether.

You’d been stuck in this room for two weeks now, and even though it had barely been any time, you’d changed…

The doors opened and you perked up, watching for a brief moment before he walked through the wide doorway of the bedroom. Dressed in a tuxedo and that same menacing grin, Michael’s gaze landed on your hundled form as you sat huddled against the headboard.

“Evening, pet,” he cooed, walking over to the small table and chair in the corner before taking a seat to watch you.

You shuddered at the sound of his voice. It tingled along your spine, doing things to you that would make others sick… you were too far gone to be disgusted, though. Too far gone to see how wrong this was.

He began to tug on his bowtie, undoing it as he stayed trained on you. “Sorry about the chains.” He reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table, and poured a drink into the crystal glass beside it. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s… actually, it is that I don’t trust you.” Lips tugging on a grin, he lifted the glass and took a sip.

After a pause, he put the glass back down and rose from the bed. Eyes trained on him, just as his were on you, you watched as he started towards the bed.

Reaching a hand out, he gave the air a tug. As if the tethers on your binds were material, he somehow used them to pull you closer. A small whimper escaped your lips before you began to crawl along the mattress as quickly as you could with your bound limbs.

The chains allowed your ankles to part by about a foot, while your wrists were given a little more leeway. It made it difficult to do most things, but you were managing. After all, when you refused Michael things never went well, so you had to be quick to do as he pleased.

Just as you reached the foot of the bed, he came to a stop in front of you.

You kept your eyes cast down as you tried not to flinch. You never knew what to expect from the archangel. Most days he came in just to watch you. He’d sit in the corner and stare, for hours on end, and say nothing as he sipped on whiskey. Other days, the bad days, he’d come in and take his anger out on you. Sometimes, though, he’d touch you gently… experiment… tease and taste, and experience both your body and the one he wore.

The back and forth of it all had caused most of your confusion, but his grace played a larger part.

A gentle hand came up to cup your cheek before it slid over to grasp and lift your chin until you were looking up at him.

“Thirsty?” he asked, as if sensing you train of thought.

Words had failed you days ago, now you were barely able to manage a meek nod.

Lips pulling into a wider grin, Michael pulled his hand away from you and opened his suit jacket. Reaching in with his other, he pulled out an ornate marble handled dagger, with a smooth and flawless edge made from a melted down angel blade. You watched with bated breath as he then offered you the weapon.

When you just eyed the knife, he asked, “What do you want?”

You whimpered, nibbling on your lip as your eyes dragged up to his barely exposed wrist.

“It’s yours to take, pet… so take it.”

Not needing to be told again, you lifted your shaking hand and took the knife from his upturned palm. As he continued to hover his hand in front of you, you brought the knife to his wrist and let the sharp edge glide along his skin before you added more pressure.

Red weeped from the cut, quickly followed by the bright glow of his grace.

“Drink.”

The first time he’d forced you to taste him like this had been completely involuntary. You’d been held down as he pressed the edge of a chalice to your lips and pried them open. Your mouth had flooded with the coppery taste of blood, and the otherworldly tingle of his grace- which had more of an artificial strawberry taste to it, that reminded you of sweet cough syrup.

It had been an odd experience that you’d fought against. Now, however, you drank greedily.

The soft soothing voice, and a gentle stroke of an invisible but encouraging hand, guided you to his wrist, prompting you to seal your lips around the cut. Your eyes rolled back and a hum vibrated from your chest as you sucked at the wound.

All it took were mere moments before you felt the cool rush of his power. The way his grace caressed every part of you, waking nerve endings no human could ever experience without the aid of a higher being. You felt like you were being consumed, surrounded, drowned in the glow of something so out of this world you couldn’t even comprehend its existence.

Michael stood and watched as the strength of his blood left you so light headed and helpless, you couldn’t even stop yourself from falling back onto the bed.

“Good pet,” he cooed.

Right before your eyes, as you enjoyed the feeling of his grace tingle every cell in your body, his wrist healed.

Once he was no longer bleeding, Michael began to tug on his suit jacket. His eyes devoured the sight of you as he began to strip, his lips curling into a sinister grin as your writhed and moaned. Eyes rolling back, fingers clutching at the sheets above your head, you let the familiar but surreal feelings stirring inside you take over.

The feel of his power slid up your leg. Now not only were you being consumed by his grace inside you, but he was teasing with the power he still possessed.

You whined as it slipped between your thighs, pushing them open so Michael could watch as your soaked slit sucked in his grace willingly and desperately. He watched as the invisible force of his power stretched you open just enough to give you pleasure, but not enough to ease the burn you were bound to feel once he was truly inside you.

Moaning and groaning, you fucked yourself on his grace, throwing your head back as you drank in the feel of him pressing against your sweet spot. Stroking, pressing, thrusting, fucking, he drove you wild and watched every second. He grinned smugly, knowing you were inches from your ending and he hadn’t even touched you with his bare hands, yet.

Surprisingly, he gave you what you craved. It wasn’t unheard of, but Michael preferred to tease and torture you in every way possible. For him to allow you this high so soon, you knew he what he had install for you would be rigorous and merciless.

The broken cry that left your lips accompanied by the feel of your entire body shaking as pure euphoria coursed through your veins. Fuelled by his grace and the high it produced, your body sang praises to the angel above you.

“You’ve been such a good girl, pet.” The feel of his gentle hand coming to rest on your calf made you jump and whine for more. “Only my special girl gets to drink from me.” His hand began to slide along your skin, inching closer and closer to your inner thighs. “But it’s only fair you bleed for me in return, don’t you think?”

Eyes fluttering open, you found yourself staring at the knife you’d used to cut his wrist. It now sat in his palm again, flat and inviting.

“I will give you what you want, what you truly want, if you prove yourself.”

Reaching out with trembling fingers, you took the knife from the palm of his hand and held it in yours.

Despite having used it time and time again, despite having acquainted yourself with the weapon, it suddenly felt foreign. It was heavier, studier. Looking at the shine of its blade, feeling the weight of it in your hand, you found yourself staring at it like it was a stranger.

“Show me how much you want me, and I will give you everything,” Michael urged.

Gazing snapping to meet his, you locked on to the emerald colour of the eyes he wore and adjusted the knife until you felt it prick your sternum. He watched, greedily and hungrily, eyes alight with an excitement you’d never seen on him before. Knowing you had his full attention, you began to apply pressure.

When the blade broke through your skin, you hissed out in pain. A flash you did not like worked its way through your body, begging you to stop what you were doing. Eyes squeezing shut, teeth clenched together, you began to glide the sharp blade down.

Michael watched as you cut yourself agonisingly slow. When you felt his fingers stroke your folds, you opened your eyes and found he wasn’t even focused on your glistening slit. In fact, you doubted he even knew what he was doing. Michael was too transfixed on the blade and the crimson it mined from underneath your silky skin.

Feeling his gaze on you, seeing the unabashed desire in his eyes… the unwelcome feeling of panic washed away. Suddenly you welcomed the pain you were inflicting upon yourself.

As two fingers pressed into you, and the blade reached the end of your breastbone, you felt a fluttering orgasm overcome you.

“Enough.” Michael reached forward and snatched the blade away, throwing it across the room. Grabbing your bound ankles, he hooked them over his head to keep you close and in place.

Unable to move, you began to wriggle and struggle, overcome with a need for more as you watched him pluck at his shirt buttons hastily. His darkened eyes stayed locked on your chest, on the way the blood pooled and weeped around your breasts.

Driven by your desire and his, you pressed yourself against his crotch and began to grind yourself against him. He was already hard as steel, just as eager and desperate for you as you were for him.

Keeping your ankles on his shoulders, he shrugged his shirt off. Instead of working on his pants, however, he reached for your hips and held you in place before bucking into you. He grunted and growled, fingers digging into your skin as you whined and nodded for more. Quickly, before either of you were too far gone into your need, Michael rid himself of his pants and underwear, leaving himself bare.

Drool gathered in your mouth at the sight of his reddened cock, so hard it looked painful.

Not giving you anymore time to admire the view of him, Michael lined himself up and thrust in until he slammed against your cervix. You screamed, lips tearing apart to push out a sound so high pitched it resembled the screech of a banshee. There was no time to be embarrassed, though. No, Michael didn’t give you a moment to be mortified, instead he began the thrust mercilessly, chasing his end.

Eyes glued to your chest, he snarled as his hips slapped against yours. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, slamming into the wall with every push into you. Helpless, unable to do anything in your position, you simply cried out and arched into his touch, overwhelmed by its force but desperate for more.

When he grew closer to finishing, Michael leaned in and wrapped a hand around your throat. Your eyes shot open and hands shot down to grasp and try to pull him away. It was instinct, and pointless.

Michael was too strong for you to beat… and he was not going to kill you. This wasn’t the first time he’d wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezed until you could not breathe. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched your face as you struggled to suck in air. Wasn’t the first time the pleasure in your gaze was replaced by fear.

Eyes boring into yours, he squeezed tighter and fucked you harder. The feel of his grace still inside you made your panic increase tenfold as you felt yourself begin to fade. As you began to feel yourself falling into darkness.

Thrusts faltering, Michael came with a roar, spilling deep inside you. Just as suddenly, his hand released your throat as a cool rush of his grace washed over your heated skin. Just like that your head was thrown back in a silent scream as you came, gushing around his cock still buried inside you.

Dragging his gaze down your body, Michael stared at the blood still seeping from the cut on your chest. “You do as I say. You give me what I want. You bend to my will without so much as a word of defiance.”

Reaching for your chest, he drew his finger along your cut before bringing the bloodied tip to his mouth. Unable to look away, you watched as he sucked it clean.

“You’re going to help me reshape this world. You’re going to help me tear it apart. The hunter, the saviour you once were is now dead. You’re mine now, pet. Mine to manipulate, mine to control. You are my puppet and I am your puppeteer.”

Dragging your eyes away from his red tinged lips, you met his gaze one last time and knew in that moment there was no escaping this all powerful being… and nothing pleased you more.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Cupid Can Shove His Arrow Right Up His...

Summary: Valentine’s day sucks when you’ve got no one to send you flowers or serenade you with sweet song. You’re in a mood, stomping around the overcrowded bunker, not caring if you kill the buzz of the couples around you. Luckily for them, however, Sam is quick to distract you.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

A/N: This is a little something for the lonely on Valentine’s day, and coincidentally fits in with my Panty Kink square for @spnkinkbingo​. Thank you @sculptorofbeginnings​ for looking over this for me :):) xx

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Panty Kink.

Word Count: 2983

Warnings: Explicit language. Little bit of Valentine’s day hate. Smut. Dirty talk. Thigh riding. Fingering. Praise kink. Hair pulling. Panty kink. Biting. Unprotected sex.

Bamby

Valentine’s day. A day of love and passion. Hearts, flowers, chocolate… vomit. You hated it. You hated it all. If you had to see one more couple fawning over each other, you might just tear your eyes out.

You might think, considering the day was nearly over and you were finally back at the bunker, that things might be easier. But no, they were worse. With all the people from the apocalypse universe crowding around, you were forced to witness as new couples giggled with fresh lust and old couples settled in for a night of comfortable familiarity.

“Argh!” You slammed the fridge shut, having snatched some chocolate from inside.

If someone was going to be stupid enough to leave it lying around, you were going to eat it. Their loss, and their payment for making you suffer.

At least some of the couples were heading out on dates. Not that their absence or presence would change your plans.

Plans that involved stuffing your face with ice cream and chocolate, and walking around in socks and an oversized flannel you’d pulled from the dryer earlier. There was no one to impress, and no point in trying, which is exactly why your hair sat atop your head, gathered in the messiest of messy buns.

Valentine’s day be damned.

Reaching into the freezer, you pulled out the rocky road ice cream inside before slamming that closed, too. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer and plopping it into your mouth, you then stormed out of the kitchen and towards your room.

On the way you bumped into at least seven people, but offered no apologies as you stomped through the bunker corridors. It wasn’t until you collided with something large, hard, and heavy, before you looked up from your glare at the ground.

Sam stared down at you, wide eyed and concerned. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

As you opened your mouth to respond, your eyes were drawn to two people walking down the hallway in the opposite direction as you. Their fingers were intertwined, smiles plastered on their faces as they leaned in to peck each other’s lips.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Argh!” Pushing past Sam, you forced the couple to part as you stormed down the hallway.

Sam watched as you left, his concern and confusion only growing.

In the middle of your bed, legs crossed in front of you, your eyes were glued to your computer screen. The natural rebel, you’d planned a night of gore and murder. Nothing but monsters and psychopaths would be on your screen tonight.

With your spoon halfway to your mouth, you were stopped by the sound of knuckles rapping on your door.

Pausing, your eyes darted over to the wooden barrier before you shoved the ice cream into your mouth. “Yea?”

The door crept open as Sam popped his head into the room. “Can I come in?”

A shrug was your only response.

Slipping in the rest of the way, Sam closed the door behind him as he took in the scene of your room. It no doubt looked as dishevelled as you.

Since coming back from a case that morning, you’d been hunkered down in your private haven, watching horror movies and eating any junk food people were fool enough to leave around. You’d showered at lunch time and dressed for the night, choosing to wear the previously mentioned flannel and socks.

You didn’t miss the way Sam’s eyes lingered on your thighs.

“I’m in the middle of My Bloody Valentine, so if this ain’t important…” you left the sentence hanging, hoping he’d get the point and leave you to your murder and ice cream.

“Actually,” he took a step further into the room, “people have been complaining, Y/N.” He waited for your response, for you to say you’re sorry and all that crap, but again you just shrugged. “You’ve been real moody today. You’ve upset a lot of people.”

“I’ve upset people? I’m the one that has to watch them parading around, all heart eyes and crap. I swear, the place stinks like a pheromone factory or something. The sex vibes make me wanna be sick. It’s like Cupid set off a nuclear love bomb in this hell hole.” You scrunched your face up in disgust. “At least they can work their frustrations out. I piss them off, they fuck their lover, and bam! All is right in the world! Me?” You pointed your spoon to your chest. “I’ve gotta listen to the bastards humping like rabbits, and hope to God rubbing one out will get me through the night.”

Dragging your eyes away from Sam, you turned back to your computer, wanting to be done with the conversation and the day.

Shaking your head, you scooped up more ice cream and shoved it in your mouth. “Cupid can shove his arrow right up his ass.”

“Why aren’t you on a date tonight?”

Your head snapped in Sam’s direction as you shot him a death glare. “Excuse me?”

Eyes going wide as he realised his mistake, he lifted his hands in front of himself in defence. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean…” He sighed, “It’s just, you’ve never been like this before. Other Valentine’s days you’ve always been out, or fine, you’ve never locked yourself away from everyone.”

“Yes, well, we’ve never had a full house of people who haven’t had a Valentine’s day in years,” you noted sharply. “It’s like, now that the apocalypse is gone and love is in the air, everyone is all over each other.”

“Did you consider going out for the night?” he suggested.

“What? And try my luck at some bar, waiting for a douche bag to give me the most mediocre night of my life? Fuck no,” you scoffed. “I’ve been there, done that. Got all dressed up, spent so much time and effort on looking good for some asshole who never gave two shits about me. Just got his rocks off and strutted away like he was some God in bed or something.”

Sam’s jaw tensed. “I didn’t realise it was that bad.”

Watching him carefully, you put the spoon into the ice cream tub. “What about you, Sam? Why aren’t you out there, looking for your next victim?”

“Victim?”

Grinning, tongue peaking between your teeth, you nodded as you unfolded you legs and began to crawl off the bed, keeping your eyes on his the entire time. “Yeah, victim. The next girl you’re gonna send straight to heaven. I’ve read the books, I’ve heard the stories, you know how to rock a girl’s world.”

“Y/N…” he watched you like a deer caught in the headlights, “what are you doing?”

Shrugging, you slowly moved towards him, swaying your hips as your eyes dragged along his tall body. “Thinkin’.”

“About?”

“Why’d you come in here, Sam? Why have you been staring at my legs like you want to sink your teeth into them? Why’d you get so upset when I told you about all the mediocre sex I’ve had?” Your eyes finally met his again as you stood in front of him, not even half a foot between the two of you. “Why do you care?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I… I…”

Realising what he was doing, or not, his eyes fell to your chest where you’d left some of the flannel’s buttons undone. He groaned at the sight of your half hidden breasts.

“Do you want to be my Valentine, Sam?” Lifting a hand, you fiddled with the collar of the flannel he was wearing. “Wanna show me what I’ve been missing out on?” Stepping closer, you pressed your body against his and ground yourself into the growing bulge in his jeans. “Wanna show me where you can shove your arrow?”

He moved quickly, grabbing the back of your head and meeting you halfway before crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was intense, deep, all teeth and tongues as he growled against you. He actually growled.

Turning you so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if you got whiplash, he shoved you against your dresser. Caging you in, he slipped his leg between yours and pressed his jean clad thigh against your panties.

With a sneer, he tore away from your lips and rested his forehead on yours as his eyes looked down at his leg. “Grind on me. Fuck yourself on my thigh.”

His words sent a thrill through you. Unable to deny his order, you clutched at his shoulders and pressed yourself against his thigh harder. He watched with darkening eyes as your hips began to move, grinding against him. Your panties did very little to shield you from the delicious feel of the rough jeans, and soon enough they were painted with a patch of your wetness.

Moaning, you slipped your hands up further and tugged on his hair, desperate to pull him down for another kiss.

“Want me, baby?”

Nodding frantically, you pulled at him, but your efforts were for nothing. Sam was far too strong for you, and it was becoming clear that he was running the show.

Slipping his hand underneath your flannel, he pressed against your mound, ceasing your movement. Pushing your panties to the side, he stroked you folds and groaned.

“So wet… fuck… bet I could just…” With no warning at all, he thrust two long, thick fingers into you.

Your cry was mangled, caught in your throat as you threw your head back. Taking the opportunity, Sam leaned in to suck at your pulse point as his fingers quickly sought out your sweet spot.

Letting your neck go with a wet ‘pop’, he pulled back to meet your gaze. “Did you know it would drive me insane, seeing you walking around with your messy hair, dressed in my flannel? Fuck, imagining what was underneath…” He pressed into your sweet spot a little harder, making you whine. “You’ve had me hard since I saw you walking out of the bathroom this afternoon.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes as they rolled to the back of your head. “Didn’t… didn’t know it was… was your flannel,” you admitted on a gasp.

His fingers pushed into you as deep as they could, before his hand stopped completely. “Are you telling me you grabbed a random flannel and threw it on?”

Biting your lip, you nodded. “I… I grabbed it fro… from the laund-”

In the blink of an eye, Sam’s fingers were gone. Grabbing at your waist, he turned your around, barely giving you a moment to slap your hands against the top of your dresser to brace yourself before he was pushing his hidden cock against your ass.

“Next time you want a flannel, you get one from my room.” Fisting your hair, he pulled you back into him, forcing you to watch your reflection in the mirror. “I never want to see another man’s clothes on you. Understood?”

“Y-yes… yes Sam.”

His lips tugged into a grin. “Good girl.”

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he let your hair go and grabbed each side of your flannel before tearing it open and exposing your chest. Buttons flung across the dresser, scattering and falling to forgotten places.

One hand cupped and squeezed your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb. The other hand dragged down and slipped over your panties before pushing them to the side to stroke at your soaked slit.

Leaning down, he breathed against your ear, still watching you in the mirror. “I don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into. Those books, the stories… they don’t even come close to the truth. ‘Cause baby, I don’t send girls to heaven… I send them to hell.”

Suddenly, his hand left your breast and shoved at your back, pushing you forward. You kept your eyes on the mirror, watching Sam as he pulled your flannel up so he could look at your ass. Grinding against you, he made quick work of his own clothes, stripping himself of his flannel and top before reaching for his belt.

He pulled the leather through the loops of his jeans and folded it in half. Eyes snapping up to meet yours, he slapped the leather together and watched as you whined and wobbled needily.

Smirking, he gave a pleased huff. “Next time, we’re gonna play with this. Might need to colour this nice ass of yours a new shade of red. Maybe I’ll tie you up and devour your for hours on end. Or I might wrap it around your pretty throat and fuck you raw. After the way you’ve been acting all day… I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

You clawed at the wood of your dresser, desperate for everything and all of him.

“But for tonight…” he tossed the belt aside and grabbed your hips again, spinning you around once last time before lifting you onto the dresser. “Tonight I just want to feel you wrapped around my cock, while I make you scream so loud, no one will be able to fuck without thinking about you.”

Pressing on your thighs to spread your legs, he then popped open the button of his jeans, and unzipped the zipper, before shoving his pants and briefs down to free his cock.

Your jaw literally dropped at the sight of him. Never had you seen a cock that long or that thick. You were certain it was over ten inches long, and thicker than your wrist. It was a beast.

Sam chuckled, cupping the side of your face to pull you in for a quick kiss. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t bite.” Stepping closer, he made sure your panties were still pushed to the side before he dragged the tip of his cock along your slit.

The feel of him, hot, hard and leaking against you… you moaned at the touch, leaning into him, seeking out his lips once more.

He granted you the kiss, using it to muffle your screams as he began to push into you.

Never had you felt so stretched, so entirely full. Sam’s lips silenced your cries of pain as he held you tenderly, understanding you needed a moment to adjust to the size of him.

When the pain ebbed, leaving behind a delicious throb that had you whining into his mouth. You needed more. More friction, more Sam, more everything. You wanted him to completely overcome your senses and fuck you into next month.

Feeling you clench him desperately, Sam began to move. He was careful at first, making sure not to hurt you. There was still the very real possibility that he could go too far, and the last thing he wanted was to scare you off or ruin the moment.

Tearing his lips from yours, he let out a long groan, “Fuck.”

Now that he had you wrapped around his cock, Sam was sure he’d never want anyone else.

Eyes travelling down the valley of your breasts, his gaze locked onto where his cock was disappearing into you. Every time he pulled out, he groaned at the sight of his cock slick with your juices. Seeing and feeling your panties drag along his cock with every thrust, watching as the white cotton grew wetter and wetter...

It was too much and not enough all at once.

Grabbing your hips, he held you to his chest and lifted you off the dresser. You clung to him as he carried you over to the bed. When he dropped you onto the bed, the air left your lungs as you gasped.

He reached out, closing your laptop and quickly placing it on your bedside table. Everything else was forgotten as he shoved it all off your bed before returning his attention to you.

Kneeling on the bed, between your thighs, he watched as you began to fall apart underneath him. He thrust hard, picking up the pace, punching into your cervix time and time again. You arched and clawed at the blankets, crying out as he pushed against your sweet spot with every drag.

You were close, rapidly approaching your climax. There was no stopping it as Sam’s fingers gripped your hips. He slammed into you with heavy breaths, his eyes drinking in the sight of you like a perfectly aged whiskey.

Screaming, you clenched around him and threw your head back. White hot bliss flashed through you, shaking your senses and nerves, rendering you helpless as your cries bounced off the walls.

Falling on top of you, losing the steady rhythm of his thrusts, Sam buried his face in the crook of your neck and bit down as your walls squeezed him to his own ending. He sputtered and spilled inside you, his thick and warm seed filling you so much you wondered if it would ever stop.

When you were both coming down from your highs, still breathless and buzzing, you gave his shoulder a pat.

“Sam, dude, you’re heavy.”

Chuckling, he rolled off you, landing heavily on the bed by your side. “Did you just call me dude?” He turned to give you an amused grin.

“I always call you dude,” you noted with a shrug. “Just ‘cause you just rocked my world, doesn’t mean I’m gonna change. You got a problem with that?”

Shaking his head, he laughed. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Good.” You gave a sharp nod.

“So… I rocked your world, huh?”

Your lips tugged into a smile. “Yeah. Yeah you did.”

“Can I expect you’ll want to do this again?”

“Oh yeah!” you answered enthusiastically. “Hell yes. Fuck yes. All the yeses. Imma want that dick, 24/7.”

“Good.” Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “So… you still pissed at Cupid?”

“Nah.” You grinned, turning to meet his gaze. “But I definitely prefer your arrow over his.”

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Temptation

Summary: When you were drawn to the tall, dark, and handsome stranger at the club, you had no idea what the night would lead to.

Pairing: Boy King!Sam x Ruby, Boy King!Sam x Reader

A/N: This was randomly inspired by Ariana Grande’s breakup with your girlfriend, i’m bored. This fic is for my Come Play square from my @spnkinkbingo card. If you’re interested in a next level fanfiction experience, check out @scentsfromthebunker’s Lucifer!Sam scent :) also, thank you @saxxxology for looking this over for me!! xx

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Come Play

Word Count: 3530

Warnings: Explicit language. Cheating. Smut. Public indecencies. Dry humping. Dirty talk. Biting. Hair pulling. Fingering. Fear kink. Bondage. Unprotected sex. Blood drinking. Come play. Some violence.

Bamby

He walked into the club, and you instantly lost interest in the guy that sat to your right,  attempting to get in your pants with feeble chit chat. One look at him and you knew you wanted a taste. He was the living, breathing epitome of that damned apple from the Eden garden. Tempting, and no doubt deliciously juicy.

You were drawn to him by a force you couldn’t explain, but you didn't care to. All you cared about was having a bite.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t come alone.

She was at least a foot shorter than him, with dark and thick hair- that you wanted to yank as you pulled her away from the beast of a man whose arm she clung to. The look in her eyes, as she scanned the crowd, made it clear she knew just how lucky she was. The girl was gorgeous, your couldn’t deny that, but she was also in the way and had to go.

Not bothering to act discreet, you watched as they moved to the a table and waited for someone to come by and serve them. Internally glaring, you watched the way his arm draped over her shoulders as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. Whatever she said, it made her blush and bite her lip, pressing further into him.

Then he looked up, and you felt a rush of heat pulse through you as his gaze met yours.

His lips twitched into a grin, teasing, knowing, playing, oh so tempting. As his date remained oblivious, turning to suck and nip at his throat, he watched you watching him.

Two can play at this game.

Snapping your head away, you turned to the guy who hadn’t stopped talking beside you. “Wanna dance?” you asked abruptly, cutting him off.

Caught off guard, they guy barely managed a quick nod before you were grabbing his hand and leading him towards the dance floor.

You purposefully picked a spot closer to the edge, but still behind the other countless partners dancing. The lights were dim, with a red tinge, creating an atmosphere that stoked the lust growing inside you.

The beat was long and slow, the kind of song you needed. Pulling the guy close, you wrapped an arm around his neck and began to sway your hips. His hands came down to rest on your waist as he moved along with you, pressing in closer. Grinning knowingly, keeping your eyes on the ground to play the bashful act, you turned in his arm.

He was quick to take the opportunity and stepped right up to you. Hips swaying, you could feel his growing bulge with every move as it pressed against your ass. The guy wasn’t packing anything impressive.

Dragging your eyes up, you caught the gaze of that dark, dangerous, and delicious stranger. He was watching you with this look in his eyes that made you shiver with desire. There was a possessive gleam in his gaze, a look that suggested he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you reached up to caress your dancing partner’s cheek as you led him down to your neck. The second his lips began to leave sloppy kisses on your exposed shoulder, your stranger turned to his date.

You watched as he somehow managed to detach her from his arm before she slid out of the booth and sauntered off. You watched as he waited, eyes following her retreating form with a level of appreciation that didn’t come close to her infatuation for him. You watched, then, as he turned to you with eyes so dark they were almost black.

Still dancing and grinding with your partner, you turned your back on him and feigned interest in the man still sloppily kissing your neck.

Hands slid along your waist, sliding between you and the guy grinding against you.

A short game of tug-o-war was played where you were the rope. Both men kept up with your movements, dancing, pressed against you, trying to dominate every inch of you and shake the other guy off. Wedged between your desires and a pest, you basked in the attention, knowing it would lead to a glorious ending.

Your stranger’s grip tightened as he leaned in to the other side of your neck. Only he didn’t suck at your exposed skin, instead you felt his lips brush against your jaw.

“Get rid of him.”

Lips tugging into a grin, you turned towards him. “And why should I do that?”

“Because if I have to do it, it won’t end well,” he warned on a low growl that shook you to your core in all the right ways.

Nodding, you met his eyes for a short moment before you turned to the other guy.

One look down at you and he knew his efforts were for nothing. All you had to do is give a shrug of one shoulder and lean into your stranger, and the deed was done.

Mumbling under his breath about you being a tease, the guy dragged his feet away.

Alone with the stranger, you turned to him, sliding your arms up his chest before wrapping them around his neck. The move required you to press up against his chest due to his height, but you weren’t complaining.

“Does your girlfriend know you’re getting hard on the dance floor in the arms of another woman?”

“What girlfriend?” he grinned, leaning down to capture your lips with his.

Running your fingers through his hair, moaning into his mouth, you continued to sway to the music. His hands grasped your hips tightly, holding you to him as he moved with you. Bodies pressed together, in the middle of the crowded dance floor, you slid your hands all over each other.

His tongue snaked into your mouth and slid along yours, drinking you in. Arms wrapping around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, pressing his crotch into your stomach.

Now he was definitely packing something impressive.

Fingers creeping under your shirt, he pulled the cup of your bra down and pinched your nipple between his finger and thumb. Your gasp broke the kiss, giving him the chance to trail his lips down to your throat. Arching back for him, you whined as he sucked and nipped at your pulse point, making your pussy flutter with need.

Dragging your leg up his, you angled yourself ever so slightly so you could feel the thickness of his thigh against your panties. Moving to the music, you began to grind against him. He helped, holding you right where he wanted as he continued to leave bruises on your neck, and tweaked your nipple.

Tugging on his hair, drowning in his touch, you felt yourself quickly near that sweet ending you craved almost as much as you craved him.

Chasing that approaching climax, your lips parted in a silent cry as he pinched your nipple and bit down where your shoulder and neck met. The pain and pleasure of it all sent you tumbling into an ending that had you clutching at him as you twitched and groaned in the middle of the dance floor.

You could feel him grinning against your neck as you rode out your orgasm. “Ready for the main course?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the crowd. Lost in the darkened rooms and thrumming music, you followed obediently as he took the two of you to a darkened corner of the club, close to the exit.

Wrenching your arm, he spun you around and slammed you against the wall, knocking the wind out of your lungs. As you tried to suck in a breath his lips sealed over yours, claiming any air you might’ve found.

Growling into your mouth, he tore his lips away and looked down at you with eyes that were black. Not darkened, not almost black, but completely obsidian.

The rush of fear that rippled through your was exhilarating.

Sensing your growing desire, he snarled and dragged you out of the club. Once outside, he hailed a taxi down on the side of the road. As the vehicle rolled to a stop, he bent down and grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around him. Pressing your ass against the car, he flung the door open and then slid the two of you inside.

You didn’t listen as he rattled off directions to the driver. Instead you found yourself grinding against him, seeking out more friction as you licked at his throat and moaned at his taste.

His grip on your hips tightened as he dragged you against the hardness hidden in his jeans. Clutching at his hair, you held him close and breathed in his ear, panting for more.

A hand slid between your bodies and pushed your panties to the side, effortless slipping two fingers into your waiting pussy. He swallowed your sounds, sealing his lips over yours as he fucked you on his thick fingers. Scissoring you open, he enjoyed every flutter of your walls.

You came twice more in the backseat of the taxi, quivering on the stranger’s fingers. When the vehicle arrived at your destination, he pulled his hand out from between your thighs and licked himself clean, moaning at your taste.

A light slap to your ass prompted you to slide out of the car as he tossed a bit of extra cash to the driver.

Standing outside, waiting for your stranger to join you, your eyes looked up at the dark and seeming abandoned building in front of you. It set an uneasy feeling in your gut as you spotted the dead plants, grafiti, and broken windows. Then, to make matters worse, your gaze landed on a faded and fallen sign that read ‘Needham Asylum’.

“Nervous?” your stanger asked as his hand slid along your back and lips pressed against your shoulder.

Behind you, the taxi drove off, leaving you with the stranger in this strange place. Suddenly all your lust faded as you wondered if this was where you were going to meet your final ending.

Chuckling as you shook with fear, he gave your cheek a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, if I wanted you dead I would have given you to Ruby.” Sliding his hand into yours he started towards the building, walking backwards as he lead you closer to what looked like the gates to all your nightmares. “Trust me, sweetheart, the only way you might die tonight is if I fuck you to death.”

Tugging on your arm harshly, you crashed into his chest moments before he lifted you off the ground. With your legs wrapped around him, you threw your arms around his neck to keep yourself balance, but that only served to press you closer to him when made him grin.

“Name’s Sam, by the way. Just so you know what to scream later.”

Grabbing the back of your head, he brought you down to him, smashing your lips together in a heated and desperate kiss once more. That, plus the feel of his hard body flush against yours, stoked the flames of your desire back to life.

Deep in the throes of desire, you didn’t even flinch as the doors of the asylum flung open behind you without a single touch. You didn’t blink an eye at the dozens of people inside who ducked out of the way as Sam led the two of you down numerous corridors. Too distracted by the feel of his hands and lips, you simply arched into his touch and moaned, not giving a single care to whatever was going on around you.

His hands slipped, letting you slid down to your feet as he pulled away from you. Standing there, in a room made from brick and stone, you were completely focused on the man you stood in front of as he took a few steps back. Looking you up and down, he reached down to adjust himself before his gaze met your. Watching you, he tore his jacket and shirt off, leaving his chest bare to your eyes.

Drinking in the sight, you felt your mouth water at the sight of all his muscles and flesh. Nothing looked more delicious.

Stepping towards you again, he smirked as he grabbed your dress and tore it in half as if it were nothing more than paper.

You gasped, feeling your panties flood at the show of strength and dominance. “Fuck me…”

“That’s the plan.”

Lifting you off the ground once more, he tossed you onto the large bed. As you bounced on the soft mattress, he began to work on his belt, making a show of it as you sat there, leaning up on your elbows, watching him between your spread thighs.

He didn’t even try to hide the way he took in the view, growling as soon as he spotted how wet your panties were. Pulling the belt out from his jeans’ loops, he knelt one knee on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab both of your arms. You obeyed, handing him your wrists as you pressed them together expectantly.

Once they were tied together, however, he didn’t let them go right away. Instead, he tossed them above your head and then began to crawl over you. Falling back onto the bed, you held your breath as he kept on moving higher until his covered crotch was hovering over your face. Kneeling there, he grabbed your hands and adjusted the belt so it was secured around one of the headrest’s bars as well.

“Now you can’t run.” He grinned down at you, flashing those black eyes again.

You whimpered, clenching your thighs together. “Sam…”

“Shhh.” Crawling back down your body, he leaned over you, brushing his lips over yours. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” Pulling back to sit on his heels, he finished undoing the rest of his pants before pulling himself free.

Suddenly you were nervous again. The sight of him, hard, red, and leaking… never had you seen a cock so large and thick. It was completely proportionate to the beast of a man who was now stroking it as he watched you have a mini freak out, wondering how on Earth he was supposed to fit inside you.

“Now you know why I had to tie you up,” he started. “Girls get a little intimidated. Hell… Ruby can barely take me. Luckily she’s a demon. The pain just makes it better.”

Eyes going wide, you struggled against your binds at the ‘D’ word. He just chuckled lowly, still stroking himself lazily. “Calm down. As long as you’re with me, no one will harm a hair on that pretty head of yours.”

Dragging his gaze over your body, he settled on your bra. Raising his free hand, he gave a flick of his wrist and tore it away. You gasp at the burn of the material scrapping along your skin but didn’t have a time to complain before your panties were removed in the same fashion.

“Much better,” he groaned at the sight of you completely bare and bound before him. “Ready sweetheart?” He didn’t give you a chance as he lined himself up long your slick slit and thrust himself in all the way.

Your scream echoed, bouncing off the walls as you threw your head back and fought against the leather holding your arms in place. None of it deterred Sam, though. In fact, your cries and struggles only seemed to turn him on more.

Leaning down, he crashed his lips against yours as he started a hard and fast pace, slamming into your cervix with every thrust. You were helpess as he fucked you with reckless abandon. His fingers left bruises in their wake as he gripped you wherever he could hold. Pulling on your hair, biting at your skin, he dominated every inch of you.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever experienced.

Once the initial shock wore off, you found yourself crying out for more as your legs wrapped around him. He enjoyed your pleasure as much as he enjoyed your pain, and groaned into the crook of your neck as he fucked you senselessly.

Pulling away, he grabbed your hips as he began to jackhammer into you.

Watching as you fell apart for the fourth time that night, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and produced a knife. You didn’t even care, too far gone in the moment to worry about him hurting you or not.

Instead of bringing the knife down to you, however, he cut a line along his own neck.

Tossing the knife to the ground, he flicked his wrist in the direction of your binds and freed you. As soon as you felt the leather loosen and give way, he was wrapping an arm underneath you, and pulling you to his chest. You had no chance to fight before he guided your lips to the cut on his neck.

You drank. Out of instinct, you lapped up his blood and moaned at the taste. A rush of white hot heat settled under your skin, burning away everything that wasn’t Sam and pleasure.

He fucked you harder, groaning in your ear as you sucked as his neck. Holding you close, feeling the way your body sung as his blood flood its system, he came. With a snarl, he held you down on his cock as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You felt it overflow and slide down your thighs as he just kept coming, fucking an obscene amount of cum into you.

The intensity of his blood and feel of his warmth inside you pulled you into a fifth and final orgasm. Crying out against his neck, pulling on his hair, you clenched around his cock and milked the rest of his seed from him.

Once the shock waves of your climaxes ended, he laid you back down on the bed. Panting heavily, trying to catch your breath as you chest heaved, you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he remained kneeling between your thighs.

His gaze found its way to your slit and watched as his cum poured out onto the sheets. Without a word, he dragged two fingers along your over sensitive folds. You twitched and whimpered at the touch, making him grin smugly as he collected some of his seed. Still watching him, you sucked in a breath as he brought his hand up to your stomach and let the cum drip onto you.

With darkened eyes, he focused as he begun spread it as far as he could covering as much skin as he could. When there was nothing more to spread, he reached down and collected more cum, only to add it to the rest that was already coating your stomach.

As you stared at him, transfixed by the look of concentration on his face, you were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts as the bedroom doors opened.

“Sa-” The woman he’d gone to the bar with froze in the doorway.

Sam didn’t even look up from his task.

The anger that flashed across her face scared you more than anything else had that night. “You son of a-”

She didn’t get the chance to finish.

Lifting his hand from your stomach, Sam snapped it in her direction, squeezing his fingers into a fist. She was flung against the wall and held there as she began to scratch at her throat as if trying to release some invisible pressure there.

“I am in charge here, Ruby, not you.” Pulling his gaze from your stomach, he turned to glare at her. “I’m the King. You’re not my Queen, you’re my whore. You have no claim on me. Don’t think otherwise… or one day it might get you killed.”

Releasing his fist, he let her drop to the floor. She rubbed at her neck, looking at the two of you with betrayal and fear, before she pulled herself to her feet and scurried out of the room.

Alone again, Sam looked back down at you. No words were spoken as he got back to playing with his seed, spreading it along your stomach. Lying there, staring up at him, feeling his fingers glide along you as something under the surface continued to tingle with foreign energy, you found yourself staying right where you were.

“You’re mine now,” he told you, eyes following the movement of his fingers. When he finally did look up again, your gaze met his obsidian one. “Should’ve stuck with the other guy.”

“Should’ve done a lot of things… but temptation got the best of me.”

His lips tugged into a grin as he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss. When he pulled away, he dropped onto the bed beside you. “Thank God for temptation.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Pretty sure God had nothing to do with it.”

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Love The Way You Hurt Me

Summary: When you meet a strange hunter during a routine case, you never expected things to take the turn they do...

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

A/N: This covers my @spndarkbingo square Masochist, and @spnkinkbingo Breath Play. If you’re interested in a next level fanfic experience, check out @scentsfromthebunker’s Soulless!Sam scent. Thank you @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me xx

Ao3: Link

Dark Square Filled: Masochism

Kink Square Filled: Breath play

Word Count: 1,652

**HEED THE WARNINGS**

Warnings: Explicit language. Bondage. Masochism. Pain play. Blood. Knife play. Breath play. Unprotected sex. Dub-con.

Bamby

Your lip stung as you grinned up at the panting man before you. His darkened eyes, so full of lust, watched you with cruel fascination. As you stared into the ever changing orbs of the man who held your will in his hands, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Wrists bound by rope above your head, you could barely touch the floor as you hung from a beam. It was uncomfortable, and painful, and oh so delicious.

Sweat slicked his skin, giving it a shine that made your mouth water. The man had been gorgeous before, but now he was a beautiful beast. Someone who could make you scream in agony, and beg for more.

He’d already done a number on you. The moment he’d dragged you into the abandoned warehouse and tied you up, you’d experienced a pain like never before… and a pleasure that was out of this world.

Stripping you bare with the knife he pulled out of his jacket, he didn’t look you in the eye once. There’d been a moment of complete fear as you realised he could easily kill you. This man you did not know. A hunter you’d bumped into on a case. A hunter who pulled the trigger and didn’t bother asking questions. He could string you up and gut you without batting an eye, and no one would ever know what happened.

The first press on the blade against your skin had made your nerve endings tingle with anticipation. Still laced with fear, you watched as he dragged the metal along the curves of your body as he explored all you had to offer.

He didn’t cut you though, not right away.

Instead, he looked up to meet your gaze and put the knife away. He’d reached up to clutch your face in his large hand, and he’d forced you to look into his eyes.

You saw nothing. No light. No hope. No trust. Beneath the lust, behind the beautiful colours, you found yourself staring into a dark abyss. He was as empty as a black hole, and your life was now in his hands.

The first slap was a shock. Your head flung to the side as the sound echoed off the walls of the empty room.

He was right there again, grabbing your face and searching your eyes, waiting for your protests. When all you did was catch his gaze and hold it, his lips quirked into a smirk.

That’s how you ended up like this, bruised and bloodied. You didn’t dare look down at yourself, for fear of breaking the spell you were under. If you saw the damage that had been done, you knew you would back out of whatever game the two of you were playing… and that was the last thing you wanted.

What you did want, was him. With the pain, and the aching, and the agony, came a desire and a need you couldn’t quite understand.

Why were you so turned on by the way he was treating you? How could you let him treat you so violently?

You could escape, if you really wanted to. You had no doubt he’d let you go if you asked, and you had no doubt he’d make sure you were okay before leaving. Even if that wasn’t the case, you were a well trained hunter… you knew how to escape if need be.

All of that wasn’t necessary, however. Not when you were dripping between your thighs, desperate for the feel of him where you were aching the most.

There was something about letting him take out all kinds of frustrations on you that was, for lack of a better term, hot.

Feeling the blade slice into your skin, breaking the surface and letting blood seep through, you shivered. Your eyes rolled back at the sting. You could feel every small sliver and pain he’d etched on your body. From head to toe you were cut up, with droplets of blood rolling down to puddle underneath your feet and slicking the concrete below. It had been almost impossible to keep your footing before, but now you slipped and struggled, pulling on your binds as you hung there.

Suddenly, he reached up for the ropes tied around your wrists, and used his bloody knife to cut you free. Before you could collapse onto the ground in a heap, he caught you effortlessly, picking you up to carry you in his arms.

Dazed from the pain and pleasure, staring up at his beautiful face, you didn’t care to watch where he was taking you.

After a while, he set you on a cold metal surface that made you yelp. Grabbing your face again, he forced his lips onto yours in a harsh kiss that silenced your complaints.

Positioning himself between your thighs, he let go of your face and began to undress himself. You were unable to watch, though, as you were still being distracted by the deep kiss. His tongue licked into your mouth, tasting your blood and making him groan, the sound only increasing your need for his flesh on yours.

Once the sound of his pants hitting the floor reached your ears, you felt him right where you wanted him.

He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t wait to see if you were ready. Didn’t check if you were wet enough for him. No, as soon as he was lined up with your slit, he thrust in.

If you hadn’t been turned on by the way he’d treated you, he would have torn you in half. Hell, even though you were soaked from the pain he’d caused, you still cried out at the stretch and sting of his length and size as he pushed in until he slammed against your cervix.

There was nothing soft about the way he fucked you. It was hard and rough, his hips slamming into you with a force that made you cry out every time. You tried to find something to grab, to brace yourself, but there was nothing to grasp onto. There was nothing you could do but ride it out as he fucked you through to his ending. You just prayed he’d give you the relief you desired in return.

Fucking you hard and fast, panting heavily as his hair clung to sweaty skin, the man grunted and snarled. His grip on your hips was bruising, and pressed down on a few of the cuts that littered your body. It made you sob for more as tears rolled down your cheeks and your back arched, desperately trying to reach more of him.

His hand wrapped around your throat, his long fingers almost reaching around to the back of your neck. Pulling you up, he crashed his lips against yours again and fucked you harder. This new angle allowed him to press against places no one had ever reached before, and the pressure of his cock against your walls was quickly making you feel faint.

Then he began to squeeze.

Still holding your throat with his large hand, he pulled back as his grip tightened. You couldn’t breathe. Your pulse pounded in your head as he held you tightly, refusing to let go. Everything began to scream as your cheeks grew warm. The pain that came from the inability to take in a much need breath was scarier than the blade he’d used on you before.

Right when you thought this was the end, that he actually would kill you, he thrust in one more time. Slamming into your cervix as he came undone, spilling inside you, he released your throat.

As you sucked in your first breath you felt yourself quake as an uncontrollable rush of pleasure shook your body. Falling back, your back arched painfully as you screamed through the earth shattering climax. Tears rolled down your cheeks as every nerve in your body praised the air filling your lungs, vibrating at the seemingly never ending pleasure taking over.

Trying to catch your breath once more, sobbing as you lay there, the stranger pulled out of you. Between your thighs, you could feel his seed leak out. There was so much of it, you wondered if it was ever going to stop.

Fingers wrapped around your wrists and tugged you back up so you were sitting again. He looked you over, examining every cut, every bruise. He checked your wrists to make sure the ropes hadn’t been too tight. He made sure he hadn’t gone too far.

Then you were back in his arms.

While you’d been trying to come down from your high, he’d pulled his pants back on. In fact, besides the sweat coating his skin, rolling down the column of his neck, he looked as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Distracted by that drop of sweat on his throat, you leaned up and followed its trail with your tongue.

He shivered under your touch, groaning. “I was just going to keep you for the night… but I think I might keep you forever.”

Moaning at the thought, you pressed your lips against his pulse point and sucked a dark mark into his skin. Already you could feel your pussy twitch, the idea of having him between your thighs again enough to make you drip with need once more.

But what really had you panting, desperate for him like a starving whore, was the thought of what pain he might bless you with before giving you both the pleasure you craved again.

“Don’t you think you should tell me your name before you kidnap me?” you managed despite how hoarse your voice was.

The corner of his lips pulled up into a panty dropping grin as he looked down to catch your gaze with his. “The name’s Sam.”

“Sam,” you hummed, licking your lips- the name sounded as delicious as his mouth had tasted.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Spanner in the Works

****ON HIATUS FOR FORSEEABLE FUTURE****

Summary: Your car breaks down, leaving you stranded in a small town. Waiting for your car to get the all clear, you find yourself getting closer to Sam Winchester, the handsome mechanic working on it. Will he be able to break down your walls? Or is this just a pit stop before you continue to run?

Pairing: Mechanic!Sam x Reader

A/N: Using the square Meet Cute for my @spnkinkbingo card for this series (hope I’m using it correctly). I will not be doing a series specific tag list. Any asks requesting to be tagged in the story will be deleted.

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Meet Cute.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Smut. Mentions of past trauma. Each chapter has its own detailed warnings.

Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three * Chapter Four * Chapter Five * Chapter Six * Chapter Seven * Chapter Eight * Chapter Nine * Chapter Ten * Chapter Eleven * Chapter Twelve * Chapter Thirteen * Chapter Fourteen * Chapter Fifteen * Chapter Sixteen * Chapter Seventeen

Aesthetic by me

Fanart Aesthetic by @tumbler-tidbits

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[bamby0304]

Spanner in the Works- Ch.8

Series Masterlist

Summary: Your car breaks down, leaving you stranded in a small town. Waiting for your car to get the all clear, you find yourself getting closer to Sam Winchester, the handsome mechanic working on it. Will he be able to break down your walls? Or is this just a pit stop before you continue to run?

A/N: Check out the scent Sam from @scentsfromthebunker for a next-level fanfic experience!!

Warnings: Angst… and fluff!!

Bamby

The sun hadn’t even touched the horizon before your phone buzzed. You were sitting up, looking out your window, watching the stars. It took a few moments before you reached for your phone to check the message.

Sam was up, and almost ready to head out. He message was him asking if you were ready, too.

Your eyes fell to your bandaged foot and your heart sunk. As much as you said you wanted to go with him, there was no way you could now. If you did you’d just get in the way. You’d be a burden, a nuisance, a distractions. Things would be better if you just stayed in bed all day.

Filled with regret, you sent him a message back telling him to go without you. Your eyes scanned the few words over and over before you finally sent it through and put your phone away.

Moments passed and you felt your eyes well with tears. You’d been looking forward to spending the day with Sam, it was a shame you had to be so clumsy. You were a mess...

The sound of a door creeping open and boots on the floor boards made your back go rigid. You listened, ears pricked as your eyes turned to your bedroom door. Before long, there was a light tap on the wood.

“Y… yeah?”

A second passed before the door slowly opened and someone stepped inside, closing the door behind them. “Hey…”

“Sam?” You frowned, squinting your eyes to try and get a better look of him in the dark. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you’re okay.” The shadow-y blob that was him shrugged. “I’m gonna turn on the light, okay?”

Opening you mouth to protest, you barely managed a squeak before the light was flicked on and you were suddenly blinded by the warm glow.

His eyes landed on you first… and then your bangade… and then the blood.

“What the…” Walking further into the room, he took in the sight of you and the tiny bit of dried blood on the sheets and blankets. “What happened? Are you okay?” He took a seat at the end of the bed and reached for your foot.

Flinching back, you whimpered lightly- you didn’t miss the way he clenched his jaw ever so slightly as his eyes looked away. “There was an accident… your parents helped me. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he argued.

“I… I will be,” you assured him. “But I can’t go with you, ‘cause of this.” You gestured to your foot. “Sorry. I was actually really looking forward to spending the day with you.”

Staring at your bandage, he sat there and thought for a moment before shrugging. “Who said you can’t come with me?”

“Sam… I’ll just get in the way.”

“No you won’t.” Rising from the bed, he offered you his hand. “I’ll set you up in the shop so you can sit and chill, and we’ll talk while I work. You won’t get in my way, I promise, now come on.”

Looking from him to his hand, you sighed, “I can’t walk. It hurts too much.”

“Then I’ll carry you,” he told you, as if it were honestly that simple.

The short laugh that slipped from your lips died as you noticed the look on his face. “Oh, wait, you’re being serious.”

“Deadly.”

Cheeks flushing at the intense and serious look in his eyes, you felt yourself shudder ever so slightly. “I… I need to get dressed.”

“Need me to grab your clothes?”

“Yes please.”

Turning to the chest of drawers, he followed your directions as you told him what to pull out. When it came to a bra, you felt yourself die with embarrassment, but he gave no reaction- which disheartened that hormonal part inside of you.

“I’ll be right outside.” He gestured over his shoulder to the door. “Call me when you’re done.”

Giving a tentative nod, you watched as he backed away and slipped out of your room. Once alone, you moved as quickly but carefully as possible. Stripping your pyjamas, you tugged on your underwear, jeans, top and sweater. Getting your shoes on, however, was a two man job.

“Sam.”

A moment later, your door peeked open again. “Did you call me?”

“Yeah.”

The door opened as he stepped back inside and spotted your socks sitting on the bed. “Hold on.” Turning to the wardrobe, he reached up and grabbed a box from the top shelf. You watched as he moved to set the box on the dresser. “This use to be my room,” he explained, “so a lot of my old stuff is in here.” Reaching into the box, he pulled out a pair of boots. “They’ll be a bit big, but that’ll probably prevent some pain.”

Biting your lip, leaning back on your hands, you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he knelt on the floor in front of you. Grabbing the socks from the bed, he carefully slipped them onto your feet, making sure not to hurt you in the process.

When you whimpered in anticipation of pain, he reached up and gave your calf a light squeeze. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he promised.

The boots were slipped onto your feet and put into place. He rested them on his thigh carefully so he could tie the laces and secure them as much as possible.

“Okay, and we’re done.” He smiled up at you. “Ready?”

“What if I’m too heavy?”

Chuckling lightly, he got to his feet. “Trust me, you’re not.”

To prove his point, he reached down and looped am arm under yours, while slipping his other under your knees, before lifting you off the bed. He barely huffed as he raised you, holding you against his chest.

“See. Light as a feather.” His eyes crinkled ever so slightly as he continued to smile to you. “But if you feel a little scared… you can wrap your arms around my neck.”

With flushed cheeks, you did exactly that. The movement caused you to snuggle into his chest ever so slightly but neither of you seemed to mind. In fact you felt safe in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and the slight pine scent clinging to him.

Keeping a strong hold on you, Sam started out of your room and walked through the house. No one else was around, it was just the two of you as he made his way to the truck outside. The chilly air had you both pulling each other closer subconsciously, and while neither of you commented the closer proximity made you both smile a little wider.

Reaching the truck, Sam waited for you to reach out and open the door before he set you inside. “Scoot over.”

Doing as he said, you moved along the bench seat until you were on the opposite side and not behind the wheel. Once you were out of the way he pulled himself up and slammed the door behind him. It was somehow colder in the truck than it was outside.

“Hey… come here.” He gestured for you to move a little closer. “I won’t bite.”

Nervously, you moved back along the seat again until you were next to him. He reached over and started the engine before flicking the heat on, and then started to back out of the driveway.

“Might take a while to warm up in here… you can lean on me until then, I’m like a heater,” he offered.

Do it. Do it! That hormonal side of you begged.

Convincing yourself that doing it didn’t mean anything, you decided to lean over into Sam’s side. His arm came around to wrap around your waist, holding you closer to get you both warm.

There were nerves, obviously. You were waiting to screw something up, or for something bad to happen. But it never came. The drive went smoothly and you found yourself warming up quickly. Even after the heat spread through the car, though, you remained by his side, encouraged by his arm as it stayed wrapped around you.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Spanner in the Works- Ch.7

Series Masterlist

Summary: Your car breaks down, leaving you stranded in a small town. Waiting for your car to get the all clear, you find yourself getting closer to Sam Winchester, the handsome mechanic working on it. Will he be able to break down your walls? Or is this just a pit stop before you continue to run?

A/N: Check out the scent Sam from @scentsfromthebunker for a next-level fanfic experience!!

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Panic attack. Blood.

Bamby

When you woke, you definitely felt more refreshed. You weren’t ready to take on the world, but you felt okay enough to creep out of the room with the hope to find something that would silence your grumbling stomach.

Sure enough, all the Winchesters were gathered around in the living room, watching the news. As soon as you walked in, Mary perked up.

“Y/N!” She beamed. “Feeling better, dear? You must be hungry. Here, let me fix your something to eat.”

As you opened your mouth to assure her you could manage on your own, she shot out of her seat and hurried into the kitchen.

“Don’t bother,” Sam chuckling. “She’s going to mother hen you forever now.” Turning to his left, he punched Dean in the arm.

“Ow!” Dean glared at his brother, rubbing his arm. “Can you please stop hitting me?!”

Sam ignored him. “Get up. Y/N needs a seat.”

Dean’s glare just grew. “Why does she need this one?”

“Move, before I move you myself,” Sam warned.

Grumbling under his breath, Dean pushed himself off the couch with a little more effort than necessary. He gave you a quick glance as he stomped over to the window and plopped himself on the floor.

Looking to you again, Sam smiled as he gave the now empty spot beside him a pat. “Come on.”

You couldn’t help but look over at Dean as you hesitated.

“Take the seat, Y/N,” John spoke up, taking a sip of his beer. “Dean needs to learn to be more welcoming. He’s fine on the floor.”

Knowing nothing you said would change their minds, you ducked your head and slid into the spot next to Sam.

Everyone turned back to the news, comments getting passed around here and there. Dean and John mostly talked to each other, complaining about whatever the reported was talking about. Soon Mary returned and handed you a bowl of spaghetti, before she set herself down on the free recliner that sat by John’s.

You watched as they automatically reached out for each other, their fingers intertwining as their eyes stayed focused on the screen.

Twirling your fork in the pasta as you ate, you almost jumped right out of your skin as Sam leaned in a little.

“How is it?”

“Umm…” you glanced down at the food and then met his gaze, “good.”

His eyes squinted ever so slightly, trying to read whether you were lying or not. “Not just saying that to be polite?”

“No,” you assured him, shaking your head. “I like it.”

“Good.” He nodded, pulling back. “If you want some more-”

“Stop babying the girl, Sam, and watch the fucking TV.”

“Dean!” Mary snapped. “Language.”

“Like she hasn’t heard the word ‘fuck’ before.” Dean rolled his eyes.

John pushed the leg rest of his recliner back into place. “Boy-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted before Dean could get into any more trouble. “I’m… I’m not fragile, but mousy. I don’t want you guys acting differently because of me.” You looked down at the ground, unable to meet anyone’s gaze as you spoke, “Dean can say fuck if he wants to. It’s just a word.”

There was a short silence, only the sound of the news reported filling in the empty space as everyone stared at you. There was no way to tell how they were staring, though, as your gaze remained on the ground. Eventually, they all turned back to the TV, remaining in silence as you picked at the rest of your food.

Before Mary could fuss about your dishes, you got to your feet and hurried into the kitchen. She made a sound to protest, but somehow Sam managed to keep her in the living room. You didn’t hear what he said, but the way he reached over to pat her arm made you smile.

Once he was sure his mother would stay seated, he got up and headed towards you. “So…”

“So…”

“I was wondering if you want to come with me to the garage tomorrow? I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“Really?”

“Seriously.” He smiled kindly.

“O-okay.”

“Great! So… maybe I could have your number? So I could text you when I’m ready to go. It’ll be around the same time, but just in case…”

Smooth… that annoying part of your brain nodded approvingly.

As you rattled off your number, your brain did that thing where it wandered without your permission. Your eyes began to take in the sight of him, dressed in jeans, and a light grey and blue flannel. The first few buttons were undone, giving you a peak at what lay underneath.

Wonder if he shaves… everywhere...

“I um… I’m gonna go shower,” you bluttered, backing up towards the hallway. “I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay! Good night!” he called as you turned and hastily moved towards the bathroom.

You woke with a start.

Heart beating hard in your chest, sweat glistening on your forehead, you shot up in bed. You couldn’t breathe as a pressure built in your chest. It was tight and all consuming. It crushed your ribs like a strong fist that would not let go.

Fumbling in the dark, your hand shot out and reached for your phone as it sat on the bedside table. In your panicked state, you accidentally knocked the glass of water that sat there, sending it to the ground.

The glass smashed on the ground.

“Shit. No. Oh no.” Head thrumming, limbs shaking, you tried to pull yourself out of bed to pick up the mess.

Your foot landed on a broken piece of glass, and you screamed.

Not a minute later, the bedroom door flew open as John and Mary hurried in. John turned the light on and quickly grabbed his wife to stop her from going any further as his eyes landed on the glass.

“Oh…” Mary took in the sight of your state. “Oh, hold on, dear. Let me just...” You didn’t hear the rest of what she said as she darted out of the room.

You still couldn’t breathe, and John was quick to realise.

Moving carefully, he avoided the water and glass as he started towards you. “Y/N, darlin’, what’s wrong?”

“I- I… I can’t-” You gestured at yourself, trying to catch your breath.

He nodded, seeming to understand. “Okay. It’s okay, just… just look at me. Can you do that? Can you look at me?”

Tears streaming down your face as your foot throbbed, you turned to look up at him.

He smiled encouragingly. “Good girl. Now, I need you to do what I do, okay? Just, breathe in,” he took a deep breath in, “and then out,” he let the breath go. “Come on, you can do it.”

Watching him, you followed his lead. At first it was hard, you couldn’t focus with the pain in your foot and the panic in your chest, but as you continued to watch him, you found yourself regaining some control. Focusing on the way his shoulder rose and lips moved, you did as he did and gradually calmed your racing heart.

Somehow you hadn’t even noticed Mary had returned and was already sweeping up the glass.

“You okay now?” John asked, watching you carefully.

“My- my foot…”

“I know. I’m gonna go grab somethin’ to fix you up. Just sit right here, alright?” He stood from the edge of your bed. “Just keep breathing.”

Doing as he said, you watched as he ducked out and into the bathroom across the hall. In no time at all, he returned with a first aid kit and returned to his spot on the edge of your bed.

“Let me see it.” He gave his lap a pat.

Lifting your leg, you set it on his thigh and watched as he got to work. First he cleaned the cut, which had you hissing and flinching in pain. He was gentle and patient, though, and you were very grateful.

Mary finished cleaning up before long and came over to hold your hand as he husband wrapped a bandage around your foot. When he was done, he gave your calf a tap, prompting you to remove it from his lap.

Your eyes were drawn to a small patch of blood on the sheets. “Oh, Mary… I’m so so-”

“It’s fine, Y/N,” she assured you before you could even finish the sentence. “Are you fine, though?” she asked as she and John watched you carefully. “I know I said you don’t have to open up, but we’re concerned now, dear.”

Eyes darting between the two of them, you felt your throat clench. “I… I had a nightmare.”

God, you felt awkward. Like a nuisance. Like a child running to their parents after having a bad dream… not that you knew what that felt like.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Mary prompted.

You were instantly shaking your head. “No.”

They shared a look that made you feel even more uneasy, but when they turned back to you, they didn’t press for answers.

“Okay, just… try to get a good night’s sleep.” Mary offered the most motherly smile you’d ever been witness to.

John grabbed the first aid kit and rose from the bed. “You need anything, anything at all, and you call for us. Okay, Y/N?”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded.

They started for the door then, but as Mary reached for the light, she turned back to you. The look in her eyes was of pure concern, and it broke your heart. It had been a long time since someone had looked at you that way… like they cared enough to feel for you.

Flicking the light off, she then left the room, closing the door behind her.

Settling back into bed, you flinched as you knocked your foot. Doing your best not to hurt yourself again, you shifted onto your back and pulled the blankets up as you turned to the window and looked up at the night sky.

You knew there was no way you were getting back to sleep.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Down Under

Summary: There’s something sexy about a deep voice, or an exotic accent...

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Australian!Reader

A/N: I’m using the Accent Kink square for my @spnkinkbingo card for this Australia Day oneshot. Check out the Demon!Dean from @scentsfromthebunker for a more immersive fanfic experience!!

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Accent Kink

Word Count: 1459

Warnings: Explicit language. Smut. Fingering. Slight oral (female receiving). Dirty talk.

Bamby

Technically, you’re a day early, and technically it’s still morning back home… but despite being on the other side of the country, you’re determined to celebrate Australia day.

You chose to do it 12 hours early because you wanted to do it when it was actually the 26th of January in your country. To be honest, it was just an excuse to get drunk. You had no doubts you’d be doing the same thing tomorrow, claiming something about wanting to celebrate on the 26th you lived in. Any reason to throw back a few drinks.

Walking into the strange bar, you set your sight on a barstool and bee-lined towards it. Considering it was Friday night, the place was packed. You bumped into at least three people on your way to your seat. When you finally reached it, you took a deep and relieved breath before ordering your first of many drinks.

It took no time at all before the first guy approached you.

“Hey, can I get you a-”

Lifting a hand, you shut him up. “Look, I have no doubt you’re a great guy and good in the sack, but I’m not interested. I’m here to get wasted and move on, simple as that.”

Jaw opening again, he went to argue, “Not even one-”

“Mate, no means no. Get it through that thick skull of yours. I’m not interested, and you’re not getting any. Not turn around and waddle on over to the next chick,” you gestured for him to move on with your hands.

With slumped shoulders, he turned and walked away, just as you told him to.

Before you could get back to your drink, however, you found your eyes drawn across the room.

It wasn’t in your evening plans to have the wind knocked at of you at the sight of some gorgeous man, but things happen. He happened. All bow legs, broad shoulders, and an attitude that dripped danger and sex appeal.

As you stared at him, his eyes slowly looked up and caught yours. He held your gaze as his lips twitched into a knowing smirk, and then he was headed your way.

Frozen on your stool, you watched as he meandered through the crowd, his eyes never wavering. Soon enough, he came to a stop by the seat next to you and gestured to it with a nod of his head.

“This seat taken?”

You nearly came at the first sound of his voice. It dragged along your nerves like nails scratching at your back, or teeth scraping along your neck.

“Not at all,” you managed to answer, keeping your cool.

Raising an eyebrow, he sat down as he watched curiously. “You’ve got an accent.”

“And you’ve got ears.” You grinned.

He chuckled at you comment. “Cute.”

“Thanks.”

“So… you’re not British…” Tilting his head to the side, he took a guess, “Australian?”

“Yep.” You gave a short nod.

He hummed. “Interesting. Not every day you come across an Aussie.”

“I’d like to say the same thing, but I come across Americans every day… happens when you live in the US.”

Lips tugging into a wider grin, he turned to the bartender and ordered you both a couple of drinks. “We mustn’t be that interesting anymore, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know… I’m pretty interested right now.”

Turning back to you, he raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

“Have you heard yourself? Your voice is thick, deep, rough… if sex could talk.” You shrugged casually as the bartender put your drinks on the bar.

He let out a soft laugh as he shook his head, clearly amused. “Careful, sweetheart, you don’t know who you’re playing with.”

“Who said I’m playing?” You bit your lip and let your eyes wander over him, taking in every inch of his delicious body. “And you should be careful too… keep calling me sweetheart with that voice and I might cum right here.”

Drink almost touching his lips, he froze as he looked to you with curiosity and amazement. It was as if he wasn’t sure you were real. If you were actually up to whatever he could offer.

Grabbing your own drink, you downed the rest of it before putting the bottle back down and sliding off your stool. “I’m about to walk out of this place and a few things can happen. You follow me and we have some fun. I leave by myself and use my hand. Or that douchebag who tried to hit on me earlier tries again… and this time I won’t send him on his merry way.”

Not giving him a chance to respond, you turned on your heels and started for the exit.

Sure enough, you spotted the guy from earlier as he watched you head for the exit. He looked to his friends and said something to them, before he got up and started towards you.

Before he could reach you, however, a large hand grabbed your arm and tugged you outside. You were shoved against the wall so suddenly, you didn’t have a second to speak before lips were crashing down onto yours.

The kiss was hard and demanding, practically sucking the air right out of your lungs as this stranger claimed your mouth with their own.

Just as suddenly, the person tore their lips away as they stared down at your with burning green eyes. “If anyone gets to hear you moan with that accent tonight, it’s me.”

Grinning up at the guy from the bar, you fisted his shirt and stepped closer to press your body against his. “Just as long as I get to hear you groan with your accent.” You bit your lip as you shifted against him, pressing into the hard bulge in his pants.

He growled lowly then, before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the connecting motel. Your grin didn’t falter once as you followed him eagerly, almost tripping a few times as you tried to keep up with his long and hasty strides.

As soon as you reached his room, he opened the door and threw you inside. The door was then slammed shut, leaving you in the dark. You didn’t have a second to process what was happening and what you were doing, before he was grabbing you again.

You were tugged into his chest as his lips claimed yours once more. Melting and groaning against him, you give complete control as he began to back you up.

Hands grasped as clothes as you both hurriedly undressed each other, desperate for the feel of skin on skin. Lips trailed along hot flesh as you both explored each other in anyway and every way possible. You wanted to touch all of him, and get lost in the gravelly sound of his groans.

“What’s your name?” you asked on a gasp as he nipped your shoulder.

“Dean,” he breathed against your skin, that voice of his making you drip with need. “Yours?”

You fumbled over your tongue for a moment before managing to answer, “Y/N.”

Suddenly he was pushing you back, sending you down onto the springy motel mattress.

“Y/N,” he groaned your name, making it sound like the dirtiest word in the dictionary. “Suits you.” Crawling on top of you, he bit at your hip as his hand found its way between your legs. “Wanna hear you, Y/N. Don’t hold back for me, baby.”

Then he was pushing two fingers into you.

Clutching at the bed sheets, you arched your back as he quickly found that sweet spot. You could feel his eyes on you in the dark, watching as he brought you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night, doing it in record time.

When you did come, it was on a strangled moan. Your walls clenched around his fingers as he continued to fuck you with them, pulling more delicious sounds from your lips.

Pulling his fingers out from you, Dean then brought them ot his lips and sucked them clean. He groaned, long and low, making you clench your thighs together.

“Fuck, you taste good…” Hands grabbed your knees and pulled them apart before they began to slide between your thighs to hold your legs open. “Wanna taste more of you, sweetheart.”

Helpless against his strong hold, you braced yourself as he leaned in closer, giving you a tentative lick. The sound that came from him then was more primitive than anything, and reverberated straight to your core.

Grip on the sheets tightening, you dug your heels into the mattress. “Fuck me.”

“In a minute.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You could feel the curve of his grin against you. “I wanna hear you scream, first.”

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself

Summary: Misha can’t help himself. It doesn’t matter that you could get caught at any moment, he just has to have you.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

A/N: Thank you @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me!! This is for @spnskinnyballs’ challenge. The prompts I picked from her card are Misha and “Trust me?”. Also using the square Public Sex for my @spnkinkbingo card. And just for fun… check out the Misha scent by @scentsfromthebunker ;) xx

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Public Sex.

Word Count: 1430

Warnings: Explicit language. Smut. Dirty talk. Public sex. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Hair pulling.

Bamby

You watched from the sidelines as Misha address the crowd in front of him. There were so many people, all here just to see your boyfriend. It made you blush to think someone as extraordinary as him chose to be with someone as simple you.

He moved around the stage like he owned it, like all these people weren’t strangers, but friends. He joked and laughed, and never held back on the innuendoes. He was a crowd pleaser, because it pleased him to see everyone so happy. The guy was honestly so pure of heart and beautiful.

Turning on the stage to pace a few steps, he twirled the microphone in his hand and looked in your direction. Eyes meeting, you blushed lightly as he grinned and licked his lips. It was a short moment, but intimate nonetheless. Just that look in his eyes, the dark gaze he only ever directed at you… it made your panties melt.

Ducking your head, you looked away with burning cheeks. He turned back to the crowd, acting like he hadn’t just fucked you with his eyes during those two seconds. Two seconds where the rest of the world fell away, leaving just the two of you.

You were walking side by side with Misha, wandering through the hotel, trying to get to wherever he needed to be next. There were so many people around, so the security had you walking the edges, trying to stay out of sight.

Leaning in, Misha whispered in your ear. “Trust me?”

There was no hesitation before you nodded.

Pulling back, he looked at your two escorts… suddenly his fingers wrapped around your wrist before he ducked the two of you into a nearby room.

Leaving the door open, he pressed you up against the wall and covered your mouth with his hand. “Shh.” He held a finger up to his grinning lips.

Slowly, he lowered his hand. When you spoke it was in hushed tones. “What are you doing?”

He shrugged, stepping closer so you could feel every hard line of his body against yours. “I was thinking about you while on that stage.”

“You were?”

Nodding, he reached up to straighten your lanyard, purposefully brushing your skin as he did. Your eyes fluttered shut, and head fell back against the wall. He watched with darkening eyes, dragging his fingers up to cup your cheek as his thumb reached up to run along your bottom lip.

“Wanted to fuck you over my chair. Didn’t care that everyone would see. Hell… they’d probably like the show.” Grinning, he leaned in to ghost his lips over yours. “Bend you over, fuck you with my fingers, first. Make you squirm. Make you beg.”

Whimpering, you practically melted against him at the image now playing in your mind. Like a dirty movie of what never would have been, but you so desperately wished it was possible.

“You like that? The thought of my fucking you in front of others? Showing them how I make you scream my name? How you quivering a moan? How you’re mine?”

His hand dragged down your body, pressing against and squeezing your breasts before he continued south. Your lip trembled with anticipation, your eyes peeking open to watch as his fingers slipped under your skirt.

The first brush of his knuckles against your panties made your knees buckles.

As you whined, Misha shook his head at you. “Shh. Gotta keep quiet. I might like the idea of people watching me fuck you, but you’re for my eyes only.” He pushed your panties aside and stroked your slit, watching your mouth fall open in a silent gasp. Chuckling, watching you already begin to fall apart, he slowly pushed one finger into you. “And I have plans, baby girl. Plans that I don’t want to be disturbed.”

You were left biting your lip to stay quiet as he began to pump the single finger. Soon he added another, pressing deep inside you, finding that spot that made your blood boil with ecstasy.

Misha watched you, watched the way you pressed yourself against the wall, clawing at the paint, trying you best not to make a sound. He was right there when your teeth released you lip, crashing his own onto them to muffle your cries as you came on his fingers.

Before you could recover he was pulling his hand away to undo his belt and jeans. Pressing against you, he lifted one of your thighs and wrapped it around his waist. Reaching between your bodies, he pulled his hard and throbbing cock from its confines, lifted your skirt, and thrust in.

“Oh my G-”

His mouth was on yours again, cutting you off as he claimed you all over. His thrust were hard and purposeful, driving into you at a pace that was too much and too little all at the same time. Misha knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it, you just had to hold on and enjoy the ride.

Pulling away from you, he fisted your hair and turned your head sharply, forcing you to look at the door that was still ajar. It wouldn’t take much for anyone walking by to walk in and see the two of you.

“Watch them,” he grunted in your ear, still fucking you with that same deliciously torturous pace. “Watch them as they walk by while we’re in here, hiding, fucking. They could walk in, see this, catch us. They’d see you sucking my cock into that sweet pussy of yours. So fucking tight and wet. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

Biting your lip once more, holding back a whimper, you nodded.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock and I’ll fuck you full. Make you walk around with my cum inside you, ruining your panties. You want that, baby girl?” Your walls clenched around him, answering his question. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you do want that.”

Grabbing your wrist, he guided your hand between the two of you, bringing it to where he was thrusting into you. He watched as your fingers pressed against your clit and began to rub, starting slow at first.

“Yeah, just like that.” He nodded against you, groaning. Thrusting a little faster, tugging your hair a little harder, he used your body to reach his coming climax. “Wanna feel you choke my cock when I fill you up, baby girl.”

The rough timbre of his voice, his cock fucking into you, your fingers rubbing at your clit, and his grip on your hair forcing you to keep watching the door… it all pushed you over the edge.

Misha turned your head quickly, crashing his lips against yours to swallow your scream as you came. Clenching his cock, bucking against him, you came with a muffled cry. Tears stung your eyes, the pleasure almost too intense.

He was right there with you, spurting thick ropes of cum into your pussy. Spasming ever so slightly, losing his rhythm, Misha kept his word and fucked you fill.

When he pulled away you were both panting, foreheads resting against each other. He let your hair go to gently caress your face instead, as his gaze locked onto your parted lips. You whined lowly as his cock slipped out of you, but Misha was quick to pull your panties in place to prevent as much mess as possible- and to keep it pressed against your pussy.

“We should really go before someone finds us,” you noted, still breathing heavily as you straightened up your clothes and hair.

Eyes fixated on your lips, he nodded as he tucked his cock away. “Good idea.”

Yet he didn’t move. He remained standing there, almost pressed against you as his lust darkened gaze didn’t waver.

“Mish?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Contemplating whether I should fuck you again, here and now. I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself until we get up to our room.”

Reaching up, your ran your fingers through his hair. “If we stay here, someone will see us… they’ll see all of me. Do you want that? Do you want to share?”

Giving a short but gruff grunt, he shook his head. “Fuck no.” Then his hand was in yours before he was practically dragging you out of the room.

The urgency in his steps told you two things. It was going to take him no time at all to get you to your suite… and once you were there, you wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Starving

Summary: Castiel never thought falling from Heaven would bring him to you. He never thought giving into his desires would change you. He never thought he’d take pleasure in your unwavering and eternal hunger for him… your hunger for only him.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

A/N: Again, thanks go to my Misha/Cas girl, @sculptorofbeginnings, for looking this over!! This is my final submissions for @spnskinnyballs’ challenge. The prompts I picked from her card are Cas and Starving. Also using the square Fallen Cas for my @spnkinkbingo card. Check out Grace from @scentsfromthebunker !!

Link: Ao3

Square Filled: Fallen Cas.

Word Count: 1628

Warnings: Explicit language. Smut. Grace kink. Dry humping. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk.

Bamby

You were starving. Every ounce of you was deprived of what you craved. Your body, mind and soul… it all screamed in agony, in want, in need. You were ravenous.

The mattress you were on was hard. When you rolled to certain spots you could feel the springs underneath. It creaked as you moved, the metal frame whining in protest, begging you to stay still. You did not listen, and you did not care.

Nothing else mattered but the emptiness of your stomach. The hollowness of your soul. The brokenness of your mind. You were falling apart, desperate for one more taste. Without it, you were sure you would die.

Writhing on the bed, wailing in pain and misery, you clutched at what you could grab, pulling, tugging and tearing. Desperation didn’t come close to what you were feeling anymore. Starvation… on the brink of death or insanity… or both. It was a wonder you were still in one piece.

A breeze washed over you, catching your attention as you looked up. The door to the room where you’d thrown yourself, was now open. Standing in the room, tall and as magnificent as ever, was him.

“Castiel,” his name fell from your lips on a relieved breath. “You came.”

“Of course.” He stepped closer, coming to the side of the bed. You leaned into his touch as he brought his hand up to caress your face. “You prayed for me.”

Eyes fluttering closed, you hummed and turned your head into his palm to seek out his scent. “I always pray for you.”

“I’m at war, Y/N,” he reminded you. “I can’t always be here.”

“Do you want to be?” Your eyes slowly opened to meet his gaze. “Do you want to be with me?”

He watched you. He didn’t miss the way you held your breath as you waited. He saw the flicker of hope in your eyes. He could feel your trepidation as you shivered against his touch ever so slightly.

“Of course I want to be with you. I always want to be with you.”

Your lips turned up into a bright smile as you pulled yourself up onto your knees and leaned in. Eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling into his trench coat, you kissed Castiel.

There was nothing like kissing an angel. It always left you feeling so high, so fresh, so pure. White sparks of beautiful bliss coursed through your veins, pulling you into him further. You leaned in until you were flush with his chest, seeking out as much of his as possible.

But before you could dive in and swim in his touch, he pulled back. “You’re shaking,” he noted, looking down at you worriedly.

“Just need you, Castiel.” Your tugged on his coat lightly, trying to entice him closer. “Need it.”

Understanding crossed his blue eyes, and before you knew what was happening you were in his arms.

Castiel walked you over to the dingy beige couch, setting himself down with you in his lap. You moved quickly, shifting to straddle his waist. Nimble fingers tugged on his tie, trying to loosen it enough so you could get to his neck.

He just sat back, hands holding the backs of your thighs as he let you do what you needed. Truth be told, Cas enjoyed this as well. Your ravenous behaviour, your need for him, your desire. He revelled in your lust for his entirety. You’d corrupted the angel as much as he’d corrupted you.

Slipping your hand into his coat, you felt the cool metal of his angel blade hidden inside. Wrapping your fingers around it, you pulled away as you brought the blade out to light. Watching with lidded eyes and parted lips, you dragged the tip along his chest, popping the buttons of his dress shirt open.

Reaching his throat, you teased his Adam’s apple before sliding the blade over a couple of inches… and then you flicked your wrist, slicing into his skin. A white and blue glow spilled from the cut, making you clench and whine needily.

The hiss that slipped from his throat was more pleasured than pained. His head tilted back, giving you better access, and you took it. Leaning in, you ran your tongue along the slit and hummed at the taste of him.

You weren’t just tasting the coppery blood, underneath all that was more. It was cool, and fresh, and made your nerves tingle as you hummed with relief and new hunger. Just one taste and you were melting. You wanted to drown in it… in Cas’ grace.

Smooth and thick, it almost tasty minty. Like a palette cleanser that purified you from the inside out. Everything felt lighter, everything looked brighter. You could smell the Earth, and hear it move. The more you drank the closer you got to touching heaven.

Castiel moaned underneath you, sliding his hands up to squeeze your ass. He pushed you against him, grinding your core into his hard crotch. You complied, thrusting against him, seeking your own pleasure while giving him his.

Drinking greedily, you moaned and groaned, rejoicing in your reprieve. The hell you’d been experiencing before Castiel had come back was now gone. Agony was replaced with a euphoria like no other. Nothing even came close to this feeling… except maybe one thing…

As if he was reading your mind- which you wouldn’t doubt- Castiel pulled you away and threw you onto the couch. You leaned back on your elbows and watched him, licking your lips as he tugged on his tie. Once it was on the floor he moved onto his trench coat and shirt, giving you the glorious view of his chest.

Leaning forward, you ran your hands along his chest, taking in the same lines you’d spent countless hours memorising over the last few months. Cas groaned as you began to lick at his skin, the coolness of it always unexpected. Letting you do what you wanted, he undid his belt and opened his pants, before pulling his cock out.

His hand shoved on your shoulder, pushing you back down onto the scratchy couch. Castiel was right there, claiming your lips with his own as he notched himself between your legs. Reaching between your thighs, he tore your panties, destroying them. Then he was leaning in, pressing the tip of his cock against your warm and slick slit.

Just like how his cool skin made your body shiver with need, your warmth made his muscles ripple with want.

The first thrust was… ecstasy.

You threw your head back as your lips parted on a silent gasp. You fingers curled into the couch as your back arched. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him in closer.

Castiel leaned in, mouthing at your breasts. His fingers trailed along your skin, leaving a path of goose bumps in his wake. You were helpless to his touch, to his presence, left lapping up whatever he’d give you.

Everything. Cas would give you everything. As long as you would give him this, your warmth and devotion, he would give you everything.

Thrusting into you until he felt the wall to your womb, Castiel groaned. He felt the need to close his eyes as an overwhelming sense of perfection shook through him, but he fought it. He wanted to see you, to watch you fall apart because of him. It was the most beautiful thing he’d seen since the dawn of time.

Resting his elbows in either side of your head, Castiel caged you in. He stared down at you, watching the way you bit your lip and moaned as he began to thrust harder and faster.

He fucked you with a desperation that felt very human. The way he watched you, sought out your pleasure to enhance his own. He craved the feeling of you strangling his cock as you came.

You brought your hand up to cradle his face and ran your thumb along his bottom lip. “Come inside me, Castiel. I want to feel it. Need to feel you inside me, completely. Please,” you begged, almost sobbing with desperation.

The first taste of his grace hadn’t been enough. You needed to feel more of him, all of him. His warm and sticky cum, and its traces of his cool angelic essence.

Groaning, he leaned down to catch your lips with his. You tugged and nipped on his lip, letting instinct take over as you licked into his mouth, tasting all of him.

Something cool but unseen flicked against your clit, sending you into a shuddering and screaming orgasm. Castiel held you close, muffling your cries as he felt your walls clench around his cock. That’s all it took before he spilled inside you, coming until you were overflowing with his seed.

Feeling his cum, his grace, his everything, feeling it inside you… you came again, dragging your nails into his back as you arched into him.

Castiel held you, let you ride out your endings as he came down from his own high. When you were finally able to breath again, and no longer shaking, he pulled out of you and sat back. He watched as you laid there, chest heaving as your eyes rolled back. The smile that split your face was one of complete contentment and bliss.

“Better?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nodded, biting your lip. “Much.”

He knew better though. While you were better, Castiel wasn’t a fool. For now you were satisfied, but soon you would be ravenous for him all over again. Soon you would be hungry for him, the agony and misery would return, and only he would be able to ease it.

You were satiated… but soon you would be starving once more.

Bamby

[bamby0304]

Puppet Strings

Summary: Bound by the archangel Michael, you struggle to keep a strong grasp on reality as his hold on you blurs the lines for fact and fiction. With no freewill of your own, you’re left to his devices as he takes control of your life… and your body.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Reader

Dark Square Filled: Power and Control

Kink Square Filled: Choking

Word Count: 2545

***HEED THE WARNINGS***

Warnings: Explicit language. Angst. Smut. Chains. Bondage. Kidnapped!Reader. Dub-con. Grace kink. Praise kink. Self-harm. Blood play. Knife play. Fingering. Dry humping. Unprotected sex. Choking. Squirting.

Bamby

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Bamby’s SPNKinkBingo 2019

A/N: Due to unforseen and personal circumstances I will not be completing the rest of this bingo card. I will, however, be writing some of the planned stories, they just won’t be for the the challenge.

Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself- Public Sex.

Pairing: Misha x Reader Summary: Misha can’t help himself. It doesn’t matter that you could get caught at any moment, he just has to have you.

Cupid Can Shove His Arrow Right Up His…- Panty Kink.

Pairing: Sam x Reader Summary: Valentine’s day sucks when you’ve got no one to send you flowers or serenade you with sweet song. You’re in a mood, stomping around the overcrowded bunker, not caring if you kill the buzz of the couples around you. Luckily for them, however, Sam is quick to distract you.

Don’t Tell Jensen- Impala Sex.

Pairing: Jared x Reader Summary: Jared likes to get up to no good, and sometimes he likes to drag you along for the ride.

Down Under- Accent Kink.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Australian!Reader Summary: There’s something sexy about a deep voice, or an exotic accent…

Love The Way You Hurt Me- Breath Play.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader Summary: When you meet a strange hunter during a routine case, you never expected things to take the turn they do…

Prom?- High School AU

Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: It’s not the prom you envisioned. It’s so much more, all thanks to Dean Winchester.

Puppet Strings- Choking.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Reader Summary: Bound by the archangel Michael, you struggle to keep a strong grasp on reality as his hold on you blurs the lines for fact and fiction. With no freewill of your own, you’re left to his devices as he takes control of your life… and your body.

Spanner in the Works- Meet Cute.

Pairing: Mechanic!Sam x Reader Summary: Your car breaks down, leaving you stranded in a small town. Waiting for your car to get the all clear, you find yourself getting closer to Sam Winchester, the handsome mechanic working on it. Will he be able to break down your walls? Or is this just a pit stop before you continue to run?

Starving- Fallen Cas.

Pairing: Cas x Reader Summary: Castiel never thought falling from Heaven would bring him to you. He never thought giving into his desires would change you. He never thought he’d take pleasure in your unwavering and eternal hunger for him… your hunger for only him.

Temptation- Come Play.

Pairing: Boy King!Sam x Reader Summary: When you were drawn to the tall, dark, and handsome stranger at the club, you had no idea what the night would lead to.

The Beard- Beard Kink.

Pairing: Sam x Reader Summary: After Sam saves you from some nuisance demons he comes to check on you that night. Deciding to spend some time together, eventually you find yourself getting distracted by the his beard. It wasn’t your intention, or Sam’s, but neither of you stop when things start heating up.

What are Friends for?- Fake Relationship.

Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: It was supposed to be a fun night out with a friend, but when Dean’s ex shows up you decide to play ‘girlfriend’ to make her jealous. You never expected the teasing and flirting would lead to something else…