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jawritter · 1 year
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Dean’s Birthday Surprise
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Summary: Y/N get’s Dean a kinky surprise for his 44th Birthday!
Warnings: 18 + Only!! HERE THERE BE SMUT!!!! NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ THIS FIC!!!  Crotchless panties, girl on top, fingering, language, nudity. P & V smut. 
Written For: @spnkinkevents
Prompt: Crotchless Panties
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2k 
A/N: A little something I through together for our best boy’s birthday! This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!
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Dean’s POV:
Dean felt old, and he hated every minute of it. 
Honestly, he never expected to live to see 44 years of age. He figured he was gonna die bloody as a young man. When he was 43 he came damn close to it.
Still, here he stands. Alive, well, and more than a little depressed. 
He couldn't understand it really, how he got old. One minute he was a young man, hunting, and had the ladies eating out of the palm of his hand. Next, he was being told her had "dad bod", whatever the fuck that was. 
Logically, Dean knew he wasn't old, he just didn't expect to live this long. He didn't know what to do with his life from here. Sure, he had Y\N, but how long could he expect that to last really? She was young, beautiful, smart, hell, he was surprised every day he woke up and she was still laying with her head on his chest. Fuck if he'd ever understand why she loved him, but she said she did.
"Happy birthday handsome," her voice sounded from behind him as her arms wrapped around his middle, and her head rested on his back. Good he didn't deserve her. She was far too perfect for him. Still, he was selfish, and he loved her, so he did everything he could to make her stay.
"Thanks," he managed to croak out after clearing his throat. He stopped the sponge in his hand into the soap filled bucket at his feet so that he could rest his hand on top of hers.
"You gonna take her for a spin now that you got her all clean?" She questioned, sliding herself around to stand in front of him moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. 
Dean hummed before pressing his lips to her own in a brief kiss. To brief for his liking, normally he was much more thorough. He was just so trapped in his head. Maybe a drive would do him some good. Being alone in Baby always helped clear his head. 
"Yeah, I think I will…"
"Good," she quipped quickly. "Cause when you get home I got a surprise for my favorite birthday boy." 
"Aw baby," Dean said with an exhausted sigh. " I told you that you didn't have to make a fuss over me."
"No argument Mr.! "She fussed, shoving his shoulders playfully and earning a genuine smirk from him. "Now, you go take a ride, clear your head so you can get out of whatever headspace you're trapped in there, and we're gonna have some time alone with the bunker all to ourselves."
Dean sighed heavily before leaning forward to peck her lips again. 
"Where's Sammy gonna be?" Dean questioned, turning to stare at his girl, who was leaning against her bright red, classic Mustang. Admiring him like he was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. God he really, really didn't deserve her.  
"He and Eileen have a date tonight, and he said he's already planning to stay there at her house," Y/N answered. "Now GO! I got to get ready for your present."
"Fine, fine," Dean waved her off and opened the car door, shaking his head in disbelief at this woman and how she could possibly love him. 
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Y/N POV:
Three hours later, Y/N found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup with nothing on but a short, black silk robe, and a pair of lace, crotchless panties. 
Normally, Dean wasn't much for theatrics. 'They're just gonna end up on the floor anyway', he says, but Y/N knew that he enjoyed these kinda things more than he wanted to admit. He just didn't want her to feel like she HAD to do this kinda thing for him. Like he didn't deserve the extra attention. Y/N disagree, honestly she wished he'd let her do more. She would just have to settle for birthdays and special occasions, today just happened to be Dean's birthday. 
Besides, when he saw her in this, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t gonna have enough blood left in his brain to argue about it with her anyway. 
She quickly brushed her hand through her hair to give herself some volume, and smiled victorious at the image of the woman she’d created staring back at her. She was quite proud of this look if she did say so herself. 
As if on cue, Y/N heard the distinct sound of the bunker garage door closing, and she knew she had just a few minutes before Dean came wandering into their shared room. He was very much a creature of habit, or else this surprise would have been a lot harder to pull off. 
Still, knowing Dean the way she did, she hurried to position herself on the bed, first trying laying in her side, but that didn’t really work for, then she tried laying her back, but that really didn’t do it, so she tried a fail safe, something she knew Dean enjoyed, even if he didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed it, and that was her on her knees, in the middle of the bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved so much. 
She had no more loosened the ties on her kaminio, revealing the perfect swells of her supple breast, than the bedroom door cracked open, and Dean stepped in, still looking at his phone. 
“Hey baby, I’m hungry, I’m think about ordering a piz—”
Dean’s words died somewhere in his throat when he looked up to find Y/N kneeling in the center of the bed, legs spread just enough to not reveal too much, but enough to be inviting, and nothing but a thin, black slick gathering of fabric covering his prize. His phone slipped from his fingers, and landed on the floor along with his jaw, and she couldn’t help but smirk in victory. 
“Happy birthday De,” she voiced as he started to robotically kick off his shoes, as well as shed his jacket, attempting to shed all of the layers he had on as fast as he possibly could. “Why don’t you come on over here and open up your present?”
She didn’t have to tell him twice, as he ripped his shirt off his head, leaving a cute, hedgehog hairstyle behind. He was already working his belt and jeans loose before he started to move towards the bed, hungry green eyes taking in all that they could devour.
“Goddamit baby girl, you’re gonna give a man a heart attack,” Dean mumbled as he climbed onto the bed knees first. His hands already reached for her hips to pull her as flush to him as she could before their lips collided with one another in a deep, need filled kiss.
“So I take it that you like it then,” she questioned as she pulled away from him, leaving him chasing her kiss with the most adorable disgruntled face. Almost as if he was confused and offended at her for taking her lips away from his too soon. 
“Fuck yeah I do,” he said, his thick, capable fingers already pulling the thin black tigh loose, causing her covering to fall apart, and reveal his real resent underneath.
“Are those crotchless,” his graveled voice trimmed down from his perfect, pink, kiss swollen lips in almost a whisper. 
Y/N shrugged, smirking. “Well Dean, you said that these kinda things are pointless because they always ended up on the floor anyway, so I decided I’d save you the trouble and just get a pair of easy access ones that can stay on.”
As she spoke, Dean’s mouth attacked her throat, laying the pair of them back onto the bed behind her carefully. His cock already hard and straining against his black boxers, begging to be released, so she obliged, and slid them down his hips so that he could kick them off, leaving himself bare before her. 
“How did I get so damn lucky?” Dean questioned just as his perfect mouth sealed over her already erect nipple from the cool temperature of the room contrasting with the fire that Dean was already stoking inside of her. His fingers slipped between her folds, teasing her already sensitive clit as he worked her over, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate. “So fucking beautiful Y/N.”
“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one De,” she managed to say between desperate pants as Dean moved over to the other breast, determined to not leave anyone out, and slipped his thick fingers into her slick heat with ease, curing them in all the right places as he slowly pumped them in and out of her dripping cunt, causing the cord in her stomach to wind tighter and tighter until she was cumming undone underneath him, screaming his name like a prayer. 
“So fucking beautiful Y/N/N,” he repeated as he kissed his way back up to her face, leaving as many little wet, opened mouthed kisses as he could muster as he did while she slowly decended from the high he’d driven her too. 
“Your turn handsome, it is your birthday after all,” she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, his wide palm resting softly against her shoulder to hold her back down as he pumped his pink, fully erect, leaking cock in his hand. 
“No, no princess, it’s my present, and I”ll play with it however I want too, and baby I wanna watch,” he growled  as he carefully slid his swollen length through her slick, gathering as much of her juices as he could before sliding into welcoming center, moaning audibly as he watched her body close in around him, covered in black lace. 
He pumped slowly there, watching his body disappear into her own, mesmerized by sight that lay underneath him, and she shivered as each slow drag of his manhood through her quivering cunt drover her too damn near insanity, stretching her and filling her, but never quite giving her what she needed.
Without warning, Dean flipped the pair of them over, settling her on top of him so that he could watch her more easily, totally and completely captivated, like a man starved, or a blind man seeing for the first time. She would never understand why he always looked at her like that. Not when she felt like the lucky one. 
Dean was a man of few words, but he didn’t have to say anything as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his dick, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll momentarily as his hips rose and feel to meet her pace until neither of them could take it anymore and she began to ride him in earnest. Leaving the room filled with sounds of heavy breath and skin against skin. 
Dean’s thick fingers sank deep into her thighs as he rolled his hips up to meet her, he was so close, she could see it in the way he strained to hold on as long as he could, drag it out as long as possible, until his body was shaking underneath her own, and his dick twitched heavily as he came deep inside of her, triggering her own release as well. 
“Sammy’s gone all night you said?” Dean panted as helped her off of his softening cock to lay down on his heaving chest, 
“Yep, all night,” she chuckled. 
“Good,” he replied, “cause in fifteen minutes we’re going again.”
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Imagine...Jealous Sex With Dean
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Summary: Someone’s a little jealous after a night out at the bar...
Pairing: Dean x reader
Square: Free Space
Word Count: 512
Warnings: language, m/f smut
A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​
“What was that tonight?” asked Dean, a dangerous simmer in his voice as he slammed the motel door shut behind him.
“Oh, come on,” you said, popping out your hip. “I was not flirting with the guy. I was being nice.”
“You’re mine,” said Dean, crossing the room in two steps, pressing his body against yours. “All of this? This belongs to me, no one else.”
“It’s not my fault if you got jealous,” you said, smirking and crossing your arms. Dean’s hands shot up to them and pinned them to your sides.
“You want to go home with that guy?” asked Dean, low and gravely, his lips brushing against your ear.
“Never, Dean, you know I’m...” you said, stopping before you said it, said what he wanted to hear. “I’m not giving in that easy this time.”
Dean had you whining and whimpering beneath him as he thrust into you half an hour later, hard and deep, his hips never faltering. Each time you got close to orgasm, backing off before you could fall over that edge.
“Say it,” said Dean. “Tell me.” Your resolve was breaking, the need to come too much and you knew you’d helped Dean get it out of his system, that the words meant more now if he pulled them from you.
“Yours,” you whimpered. “Always yours, Dean.”
He rewarded you by thrusting inside you roughly, pumping inside a few times before he leaned down and kissed you, rolling his hips so his cock brushed your g-spot. He did it over and over again, winding you up higher and higher, your legs wrapped around his slim waist in a death grip. He groaned as he came first and you followed shortly after with his silent permission, both of you panting as Dean rolled to the side and took your hand in his.
“Y/N, I need to admit something,” said Dean a tired, lazy smirk on his face. You raised an eyebrow “I was never even jealous, not really. I know who we each belong to. But I know how much you love the sex when you think I am, trying to prove me wrong.” He tickled the inside of your thigh, lightly moving the tips of his fingers over the delicate skin. 
Oh if he wanted to play it like that, you were more than welcome to join in.
“Dean,” you said, sitting upright, getting you second wind. “Tell me,” you said, smiling as you looked down at him. “Who do you belong to?”
Oh yeah, it was one of those nights.
Now it was his turn.
“You know I break easier than you,” said Dean, letting you manhandle his hands above his head, telling him to leave them there.
“Want to give in yet?” you asked, trailing a finger down his cheek and neck, his chest inhaling sharply as you moved your way down his body.
“Not a chance,” he said, biting back a smile as he shut his eyes, more than happy to let you do whatever you wanted to him.
“That’s my guy.”
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Irresistible Scent - Kinktober (1)
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Summary: Your scent is irresistable to him.
Rating: Explicit
Kinktober Special: Marking Kink
Square 14 filled for @spnkinkbingo​: Breeding Kink
Square 5 filled for @spnabobingo​: Breeding
Square 3 filled for @afgomegaversebingo​: Mate-Inducted Rut
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: language, a/b/o, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, marking kink, marking with cum/and scent, mating bites, knotting, scenting, true mates, there is some fluff too, a little angst, implied smut, implied oral, possessive Dean
Words: 1,5+ k
A/N: Here we go. Kinktober is here. 
Kinktober 2022
2022 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist
2022 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist
AFG Omegaverse Bingo masterlist
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That scent.
That irresistible scent makes him crawl up the walls. He can’t fight it. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t resist.
You are luring the alpha in. Even though, he promised himself to never give in to his alpha. You are his brother’s best friend. The little sister they never had. His friend. His confident.
But you are so much more…
You are his true mate. The one making him want to have more than the life he has. You make him dream of something more. Something he cannot have, but desires, nonetheless. 
“Omega,” a soft and throaty purr leaves his lips. A stark contrast to the things his lust-clouded mind imagines right now. He balls his hand into fists. His teeth grit and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. “Fuck.”
Dean can’t help it. He slowly trots toward the door to leave his room. If he’s fast enough, he can sit this unexpected rut out before you even realized he’s gone. 
“I need to get the fuck out of here,” he groans as your scent just got stronger. “No-fuck…ngh…”
“Dean?” fuck. The worst case just happened. Not only did Dean not make it out of the bunker, but you also walked right in on him as he tried to escape your scent and his instinct. “Shit, what’s wrong…”
You softly call out Dean’s name, but he looks like he’s in trance. He only stares at you, as his teeth grit and his nostrils flare.
“OMEGA,” he growls rather than speaking. You take a step back, already smelling the rut on Dean. “My omega. Come here.”
“Dean, how come you are in rut?” you squeak as the alpha pounces on you. “Dean. What’s wrong? You just had your rut.”
“Your scent drives me crazy,” you pant heavily as Dean buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I want you to smell like me. You must smell like me.”
“O-kay,” it doesn’t take much to get you in his arms. You simply give in to your omega and your feelings. Dean was the one not wanting to give in. You lost the battle a long time ago. 
The moment you met the cocky alpha for the first time.
He purrs against you, hands pawing at the flannel you stole from Dean. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
“I’m yours,” you’re a panting mess. Dean’s scent. The way he purrs your name, and the fact that you can feel his erection press against your thigh turns you into a puddle. “Only yours.”
Dean is nuzzling you, all the while rubbing his aching cock against your thigh.
“Can we go to your room and not do this here?” you nervously laugh. 
Sam is somewhere at the bunker, and you don’t want him to walk in on you and his brother making out like horny teens.
“My room. Safe. My omega,” you don’t fight Dean when he easily picks you up in bridal style to carry you inside his room. “Mine…”
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Scent. Mine. Breed. Mark. Dean’s mind is filled with you.
“Dean, fuck,” you end up pressed face first against the door the moment he slammed it shut.
He’s on you in a blink and rips your panties off of your body. Dean presses his body to yours and slides his hands over your chest, groping your plush flesh.
“Mine,” his hands wander down to your hips, gripping you tightly to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his throbbing length press into your butt, and you hope, he won’t lose control. 
He’s slowly going down on his knees, hands moving over your body on his way.
“DEAN?” you squeak as he buries his face between your legs to capture some of your slick. “Oh fuck! What has gotten into you? Why are you in rut?”
“YOU,” he growls against your flesh. Well, you won’t get an answer tonight. Dean is busy roaming your ass, hips, and legs with his rough hands. He’s caressing every curve, every spot until one hand becomes brave and cups your pussy. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I didn’t do-“ you whimper at the feeling of his fingers toying with your swollen clit. “Shit, Dean…we can’t. You said we can never be together.”
“You triggered my fucking rut,” he purrs while slipping two fingers inside of your cunt. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, Dean groans deeply. “You’re going to smell like me. I’m going to cover you with my scent and mark this body.”
“What? I-“ his fingers slip out of you much too soon for your liking. But you won’t be empty for long. Dean gets back up and drops his sweatpants to the ground. While he cups your ass, humming as you push your butt into his big hands, you hastily take off your flanell.
“This is mine,” one hand cups one of your breasts, roughly groping your flesh as you feel his cock poke your entrance. “Fuck.” He grips your hips, forcing you to stick your ass out a little. “I gotta breed this cunt, make you round. Everyone will know this is mine.”
“Fuck!” you exclaim loudly as Dean simply drives right into you. There are no gentleness or loving words. The alpha is too far gone to care for sex etiquette. “Dean! You didn’t use protection.”
It’s no use. Dean presses the full length of his body against yours, holding you pinned to the door as he fucks up into you with long strokes. “Gonna make this cunt my home,” he breathlessly moans in your ear. “Not gonna last long.”
Dean is on the edge for too long to hold back. He wraps his arms around your body and twirls around, with you in his arms. You end up on the bed, squeaking as the alpha is still on top of you, moving like a madman. “Dean!”
“Just…fuck,” he pushes off you to help you get on your hands and knees. You huff, as he barely gives you the time to take a breath before he grips your hips and fills you again.
The alpha roughly slams his hips into your ass, creating a squelching sound every time he enters your slicked pussy. 
You grip the bedsheets, hoping he won’t fulfill his promise and get you full of pups as he gets even faster.
Your body seizes up and you choke out a moan as the unavoidable happens. You gush all over his cock, making Dean growl in delight.
“That’s it, omega,” you whimper as your presentation leaves his lips and his hands gently move all over your back, sides and thighs. “You’re taking me so well. Fuck…I’m gonna…”
Before you can come down from your high you get pressed into the mattress again.
It’s a mess. You’re a mess as Dean mounts you from behind, moving his hips at a pace making you gasp and squeak. 
He doesn’t stop. Not when you tilt your head in submission. Not when his teeth sink in your mating gland to claim you. Not even when his knot pops open to lock you together.
“Dean, I can’t,” you whimper underneath Dean. It’s too much. His sudden change of mind. The intimacy. The bond forming. “Dean…”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart…I’ve got you…”
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“Fuck, no,” you whimper and whine as Dean just covered you in his cum. 
After the first time he knotted you, you tried to have a shower. Only for the alpha to be all over you again. He threatened to breed you again and you tried to convince him to pull out.
“What?” he purrs as your ass, back, legs, and pussy are covered in his spunk. “You wanted me to pull out. Hmm…yeah. Now you smell like me all the time. You’ll not get me off your skin anytime soon.”
“I’ll just wash it off,” Dean growls now. His arms wrap around your body to keep you from getting under the spray. “DEAN!”
“No-no! You will show everyone that I marked you. Not only your neck and pussy, all of you,” his alpha hindbrain tells him to make sure every alpha crossing your path will stay away from you. “You’re mine.”
“I’m wearing your mark,” he hums, but still holds you in his arms, smearing his cum all over your body and his chest. “Dean, I can’t walk around covered in cum. It’s sticky and…uh…you know. I don’t want them to know what we do in private.”
“Aw, now my omega is shy,” Dean purrs in your neck. “I let you shower if you admit that you want me to mark you some more. Maybe I can leave a mark on your pussy too.”
He reluctantly releases you. Dean watches you turn around, quirking a brow as his eyes drop to your cunt. “Dean! You can’t bite me down there!”
“I can…and will,” you walk backward until your back hits the cool tile wall. “Spread those pretty legs. I’m gonna leave my mark right now…”
He goes on his knees, smirking as you let him hook one leg over his shoulder.
“Fuck, Dean…”
Dean won’t bite you. No. He will leave a different kind of mark. He will take you apart with his mouth until your pussy knows, she belongs only to him…
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When is it Enough?
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This fic is a sequel (three-quel?) to To Be His Good Girl and The Breaking Point
Edit: I've removed my SPN kink Event bingo card, because I was reminded that Soldier Boy isn't part of SPN. 🤦‍♀️ The story hasn't changed at all.
Summary: Y/N wants to show Ben that she's sorry for her disobedience, but how far will her guilt take her?
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty filthy smut. BDSM. Dom/sub. Dom Ben (Soldier Boy). Sub Reader. Crying Reader. Lots of talk of punishments and discipline. Caning (breasts). Slight Bondage. Intense pain as pleasure dynamics. Oral (m receiving.) Rough Face Fucking (choking, gagging, retching [no vomiting], and loss of oxygen mentioned) Bathtub sex. Unprotected PinV sex. Light Fingering mentioned. Praise!kink. Sir!kink. Aftercare.
Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader
Word Count: 3,925
A/N: Okay, so "To Be His Good Girl" was supposed to be a one and done fic. However, I've had a few requests to carry on the story, and then I found the above bingo card, and I thought it fit into Ben and Y/N's story pretty well. So, I wrote "The Breaking Point" as a sequel and now this last part of the trilogy. Hope you enjoy, and I know this story won't be for everyone, so PLEASE heed the warnings. ❤️
The dividers used here are created by @silkholland
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Y/N got up from Ben’s lap and got to her knees on the floor. He came to stand over her and cupped her cheek in his hand. She gazed up at him adoringly and he ran his thumb over her mouth before pushing it past her lips. Y/N swirled her tongue over the tip and then began sucking on it. She sucked hard and it made Ben groan.
“Since you spoke when it was forbidden, kitten, I’m going to find a way to put your mouth to better use.” Ben explained. “If you do a good enough job blowing me then I’ll refrain from further physical punishment for speaking out of turn.”
“Thank you, sir.” Y/N said, eyes shining.
Ben nodded. “Take out my cock, show me what you can do.”
Y/N unzipped him and reached inside his pants. She moaned as she pulled out his length, already semi-hard. She pushed it flat against his stomach and licked all the way up the vein that bulged along the underside of his cock. She let her spit coat him as she took him into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she pumped in her fist. 
Slowly though, she worked him further and further into her mouth until she could feel him slide down her throat half an inch. She choked and pulled off of him, but quickly went back. She braced herself on his thighs as she tightened her lips around him and began bobbing up and down on his hard length. 
She reached up and played with his balls while she bobbed, sucking her cheeks in to create an incredible suction. 
Ben pushed his hand into her hair. “Fuck baby, yes. Just like that. So perfect.”
Y/N grabbed onto the praise and worked harder. She moved up and down on him even faster, letting him hit the back of her throat every time. She moaned at the delicious taste of his precum dripping into her mouth. Finally, she took him further down her throat, trying desperately not to gag. 
When she went to pull off of him though, Ben held her head in place. “No, push further, just gag, don’t pull away. Take me all the way.”
Y/N nodded, and though her throat spasmed and she gagged over and over, choking around his girth, she let him push her face into his pelvic bone. She didn’t fight him even as her eyes watered and spit dribbled down her chin.
Finally he pulled out of her mouth and she took in raspy breaths, coughing hard.
“You’ve done beautifully, kitten.” Ben told her, tracing her lips with the tip of his cock and spreading precum across her mouth. “Now, I’m gonna use your mouth. I’m gonna fuck your face, and I want you to just drop your jaw and let me use you as I need.”
Y/N nodded. “Yes, sir, use me.” She said, throat aching.
Ben gripped the sides of her head in his big hands, making it absolutely impossible for her to move. He slammed his hips forward over and over, pushing into her throat. Y/N was choking desperately, coughing harshly and gagging around him even while he persisted in fucking further and further down her throat, which then made her gag and choke some more.
But she took it all without complaint, without trying to pull away from him. Ben watched the tears streaming down her cheeks as he stuffed his cock into her esophagus, stretching it and making her throat bulge. He watched her sucking in oxygen through her nose and pressed her face harder against him, so she couldn’t. 
He thought she might start panicking soon and push against him to let her go, but instead he felt her go slack. He pulled out quickly, worried for a moment that she’d passed out. But she was still very conscious, gazing up at him, even while she was coughing harshly and making retching noises. 
She was simply doing exactly what he told her to do. She was letting him use her as he wanted, use her mouth and throat, fuck her face, even letting him make her pass out if he wanted. She was one hundred percent his, she trusted him completely to take care of her and she wouldn’t deny him anything.
Ben bent over to briefly kiss her lips. He rubbed his thumb over her mouth again, pushing the spit and come that clung to her lips back into her mouth.
“You are perfect, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re my good girl. Even when you misbehave and I have to punish you, you’re still my good girl underneath. I won’t question that again.”
Tears gathered in Y/N’s eyes and Ben kissed her forehead. “Thank you, sir. I promise to always obey, and to take my punishments when I don’t.”
Ben chuckled at the oxymoron she’d just promised him. “Okay, baby. Then let’s finish this punishment so we can move on to me spoiling you.”
Y/N nodded as she bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”
Ben pulled her to her feet and then reached around to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. He tweaked her nipples and then tugged on them both, making Y/N gasp with pleasure.
He brought her to the end of the bed and tied her there, ankles and wrists tied to the bedposts. But for her wrists he used a decent length of rope, about two feet. After finishing, he explained why.
“Lean forward, let the rope hold you.” Y/N followed his directions and it left her body at a forward angle.
Ben reached forward and gave a small slap to the side of her dangling breast. “This way, I’ll only hit your tit with the cane, I won’t accidentally hit somewhere else on your torso.”
Y/N understood and tried to ignore the strain on her shoulders, and the way the rope dug into her wrists. Ben moved to the table again, putting away the belt and picking up a long, thin rod. He waved it back and forth a few times, and it made a wicked swishing sound as it cut through the air.
He came back to stand beside her and he smiled warmly at her. “Okay, kitten, this is it.” He tapped the cane lightly against the underside of her breast and even that stung slightly, like little sparks landing on her skin. “This is gonna be extremely painful. I just wanna remind you that you don’t have to take this part of the punishment. I won’t be mad if you want to stop here. You’ve been punished sufficiently for your brattiness this week, given what you were dealing with.”
Y/N shook her head. “No, I wanna take it all, everything you planned for me. I deserve it.” Her voice got small. “I threw hot coffee at you.” 
Ben scoffed. “Not like you could hurt me with it.”
“That’s not the point.”
Ben sighed. “No, I suppose not.” He stepped back slightly so he had a better angle. “Okay, but this time, I don’t want you to stay quiet. You opened up and told me the truth, so now you’re free to make as much noise as you want. Scream if you want to.” He reached forward to tip her chin up. “Scream about ALL the pain you’re feeling.”
Y/N felt the knot in her stomach tighten. Yes, this was her chance to let it all out.
Ben lifted his arm high, but held back most of his strength as he whipped the cane forward. It hardly made a sound as it connected with the soft flesh of her breasts, but it left an angry red line across the tops of both tits and Y/N cried out loudly.
“One.”
Again the cane swished through the air, landing quietly and drawing another red welt. “Two.” Ben counted as Y/N cried out again. But as she sucked in a breath she caught his eye. 
“Please, Sir. I know you’re holding back. Please don’t feel you have to, I can take it.”
Ben shot her a look and her eyes were pleading. “I can take it.” She repeated.
“I know you can, kitten.” He exhaled sharply. “Okay then.”
He raised his arm again and brought the cane down with much more strength and it made a louder snapping sound as it connected with her flesh. Y/N screamed this time and there was an immediate raised white welt across the other two red lines. 
“Three.”
Y/N sucked in deep breaths as fire licked across her skin. She saw Ben raise his arm again and started crying before the blow landed. The pain was indescribable, like someone was slicing through her skin with a burning razor. 
“Four.”
Every subsequent stroke increased the pain tenfold. By the time Ben delivered the seventh stroke, she was crying so hard she was choking on her sobs. Her skin was criss-crossed with long red, blue, and purple-ish welts and ridged with raised white weals.
“Seven.”
Ben called out and then tossed the cane back onto the table. Y/N was shaking and shivering as he began to untie her wrists. She spoke through shuddery breaths as she shook her head. “Wh-what are y-you doing? I h-h-ave three more.” 
Ben didn’t answer until she was completely untied and he had her in his arms. He carried her towards the bathroom. “No, you’re finished, sweetness.” He said softly, when Y/N started to protest, he interrupted her. “Hey, who’s in charge here? Who decides?”
Y/N snuggled further into him, still shaking slightly and taking gulping breaths. “You, sir.” She answered quietly.
Ben took her into the bathroom and laid her down in the massive tub, immediately filling it with warm water, and lavender oil. He stripped off his suit quickly and climbed in behind her so he could pull her back against him. He cupped the warm water and ran it onto her breasts over and over, letting the soft oil and warm water take away the sting and begin to heal her ravaged skin. 
Reaching forward, below the surface of the water, Ben began to massage the oily water into the delicate, abused skin of her cunt. After a few minutes he slid one finger into her folds and found her clit. He swirled his finger around the little nub, making Y/N gasp and moan. He brought her orgasm on so slowly, so gently, that when she fell over the edge, she was surprised, and gripped tightly to his hand where it pleasured her. 
As she came down, Ben leaned forward and turned her chin so he could kiss her deeply. He made her come three more times as he bathed her, soothing her and filling her with bliss. Then he whispered in her ear.
“I’m so hard for you, baby. Can you take me? If you’re too sore, I’ll just finish myself off later.”
But Y/N shook her head. “No, I’d like to feel you moving inside me.”
Without waiting, Ben lifted her slightly and sank her down onto his cock. Y/N gasped, her cunt was still sore, but she also moaned as he filled her completely. He swirled his fingers against her clit once more, and she came again, just as he groaned out his release.
After their breathing returned to normal, Ben lifted her up and drained the tub before turning on the shower and rinsing them off. Holding her in one arm, he gently cleansed her pussy where his cum leaked out of her.
Finally, he carried her back to their bedroom. He put an extra pillow on her vanity bench and sat her down there so he could dry her briskly before covering her in a thick, plush robe and carrying her to the bed. He fed her fruit and chocolate and made her drink lots of water, as he usually did after a discipline session, but he also made her take two painkillers. 
She looked puzzled when he gave them to her. “I don’t usually take pills after punishments.”
“Yeah, well, you took a lot more pain than usual tonight, baby. Just take them, they’ll help.” He told her. She swallowed them without further argument and he tucked her in under the covers. He crawled in behind her, giving her bruised bottom plenty of space.
“Ben?” Y/N asked in a small voice. “Why did you stop?”
He pulled her hair away from her face and kissed across her jaw and then down the side of her neck. “Because,” he spoke against her skin, “you didn’t deserve the cane to begin with. And letting pain cleanse you is one thing, but you’d gone past that. You wanted to hurt because your father made you think you SHOULD hurt. Trust me, I know what it looks like when someone is sabotaging themselves because of pain their fathers left behind.”
Y/N looked over her shoulder at him. “What did your father do?” 
Ben laughed without humor. “Oh, that’s too long of a story for tonight, sweetness.” Y/N opened her mouth, but Ben just kissed her. “Another time.” He promised as he broke the kiss. “For now kitten, sleep. And sleep well.”
Y/N sighed, contentment washing over her as Ben held her tighter. “Yes, sir. I will.” Her voice was slightly shy. “Because of you. Thank you, Ben.”
Ben hummed and took her hand in his, smiling. “Anytime. My perfect, good girl.”
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cascigarette · 3 months
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NOW COMPLETE
series on ao3
dirty talk - destiel
pegging - samjess
mutual masturbation - saileen
cockwarming - destiel
hate sex - belajo
double penetration - meg/dean/cas
one night stand - destiel
against the wall - samwena
free space - deancassie
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wayward-dreamer · 1 year
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Secret
Square/s Filled: Secret relationship - Tell Me A Story Bingo @supernatural-jackles​ / Co-worker AU - @anyfandomaubingo​ / Rough sex - @spnkinkevents​
Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader
Word count: 912
Summary: Dean and Y/N find a few minutes to give into their desires, without their coworkers knowing.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, secret relationship, office romance, smut: dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
A/N: Hoping all this drabbling will help me write something longer soon. Hope you all enjoy! :)
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Dean pressed Y/N up against the wall, his lips on hers in a rough embrace, his hands pushing up her skirt to pull her panties aside just as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she stated, out of breath as her hurried movements continued, tugging his belt off as she pushed his pants down.
He smirked as he stared down at her, loving the way her actions were completely contradicting her words. “Alright, but you’re tellin’ me you could stop right now?”
She glared at him, shaking her head as he chuckled, leaning in to plant kisses along her neck. Her eyes squeezed shut as his teeth scraped against the skin, a pleasured hiss escaping her as the bite was gentle but had enough of a sting to drive her crazy. His mouth drifted down to her breasts, exposed to him as he had already unbuttoned her shirt and moved the cups of her bra aside. She gasped as his lips closed over her right nipple, her arms draped around his broad shoulders pulling him closer.
“How much time do we have?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Five…” he muttered, as his tongue roamed over her flesh, “maybe six minutes if you’d stop talkin’.”
He groaned as her hand gripped his short hair tight, pulling his head back and making him look up at her. His green orbs locked with hers as they darkened with lust, and she knew she was in for it now. But that’s exactly what she wanted.
He reached back and flicked her hand away, his hips rutting against her, allowing her to feel how hard she made him. He kissed her roughly, his hand moving down between them and taking hold of his shaft, lining himself to her entrance.
In one swift motion, he sank deep into her, her jaw dropping at the feel of him, her walls sheathing him completely. He wasted no time considering they didn’t have any to spare, his pace rough and fast, his lips matching the ferocity of his thrusts as he continued the kiss. He pulled away for a brief moment, catching his breath as he gazed at her, smirking at the pure, erotic haze in her eyes. She moaned loudly, causing him to slap a hand over her mouth, not wanting to alert any of their colleagues about what they were doing in the archives room. They had been secretly hooking up for weeks, and while they felt more for each other, they still weren’t telling anyone any time soon.
“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he husked, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her head back just as she had done to him, “don’t need anyone walkin’ in on us.”
“Fuck,” she whimpered, completely lost in the moment as she pressed her lips together.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hips slapped against her thighs, his own hands squeezing the soft skin. He thrust deeper into her, their lips locked in a frantic, needy kiss. He pounded into her, her head bumping into the wall behind her, repeatedly, but she didn’t care. All she could do was relish in the way he was ravishing her.
She cupped his face, her lips hard against his as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her eyes closed tightly as her mouth hung open in a low cry, his plump mouth leaving marks that would show up the next day, along her neck and collarbone. Her nails scraped against her scalp as she tugged his hair, their foreheads pressed together, their breath fanning against each other’s lips as he grunted, the sound almost carnal as he knew he was close too.
He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot insider her with every thrust, making her forget once more where she was as she cried out in bliss. His mouth closed over hers, their lips fused together as her walls clenched around his shaft, both of them struggling to breath. His hips slapped against her in a few more sharp thrusts, a long, shrieking moan from her muffled by his lips as she came hard on his cock. He followed soon after, his seed coating her walls as he groaned low in his throat.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down.
“I think we gotta move,” he mumbled, reluctantly lowering her to her heeled feet.
They made themselves presentable again, her legs shaky from the romp as she walked out ahead of him, her heels clacking against the marble floors. She made sure she was covered up by her blouse before she sat down in the meeting, her friend and co-worker Charlie, rolling her chair closer to her.
“Where the hell were you?” she asked, confused by Y/N’s almost late arrival. “I tried calling.”
“A lot of slow walkers, sorry,” Y/N apologized, her eyes dropping down to the folder in front of her.
She glanced to the side quickly as she heard the chair next to her shift, their gazes locked for a second before they both turned their attention towards their boss. Neither of them looked at each other during the meeting unless they had to, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips as her foot slid up his leg under the table.
They might have been desperate to acknowledge their relationship in public, but their little secret definitely had its perks.
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SPN Kink Bingo (Jan-Feb 2024)
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kickingitwithkirk · 10 months
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Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum-Punishment
Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Reader x KnightofHell!Dean
Word Count: 2025
Warnings: **not a dark fic but has elements.: dub/con-non/con p/v sex, restraints, verbal/fighting, hentai elements
Squares filled: @spnkinkbb RubySam @anyfandomdarkbingo Amputation
A/N: references from Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum
This story set years after stand-alone: Always with the Scissors
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The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell. 
The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.
“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.
“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.
The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers. 
“What did I say about no noise!” 
The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.
The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing. 
The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.
The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.
 “I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face. 
The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.
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“All right, meetings over..everybody out!” 
Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking. 
They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.
 “We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”
“No.”
The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling. 
Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.
“What was that you said?”
“You heard me..”
“..come back later.”
“No.”
Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.
“Fine, state your business.” 
“That’s the problem.”
“What problem?”
“Family Business.”
The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?
 “Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”
The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”
“Dean.”
 “Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”
“..Dean.”
 “Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!” 
Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.
The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.
“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.” 
“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.
“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.
The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways. 
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Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming. 
“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”
Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.
 “And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.” 
“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”
“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?” 
“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”
Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.
“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”
Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.
“One day, I might have to.”
That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”
Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.
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Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times. 
Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks. 
It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.
 “Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.
 “I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”
“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”
“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”
“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”
“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”
“A sign of what?”
 “God wants her restored upon all the thrones.” 
 “You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!”  Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out. 
“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.
 “Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”
“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...” 
“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees. 
“You never learn.” 
Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.
Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity. 
“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”
The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him. 
Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”  
Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt. 
“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.” 
Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.
“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.” 
Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...
“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”
The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”
“It’s the only way to get you to join us.” 
The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion. 
“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”
“THE WHAT IN ME?!”
”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”
“Plan B?”
“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”
“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”
“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.” 
The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..
“You’re the one who inquired about vores.”
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SPN Kinktober day 5
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All it takes is one night
Jensen x reader
One night stand
Tags: mentions of cock in pussy, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of lives being suddenly thrown into shit, mentions of cum in pussy, if i missed anything let me know
No summery
it is amazing how much one night makes a difference. there was a club, a hot man approaching you, lots of alcohol and then nothing but bliss. the kisses never stopping as he only broke the kiss to remove his own shirt, you were not caring not sure if the man now stroking every inch of your body with his own hands now playing with your tender breasts. your nipples instantly swollen and hard, your breath caught in your throat not sure if the new sensation in your body was from the hot man touching you or the excitement of loosing your virginity that night. but fate would have another idea, for you both had agreed no strings attached just sex and pleasure then leaving before the sun would or could rise. you were both in agreement as he lay you back on the bed, he removed his pants and boxers lining himself up to your entrance, your soaked core on full display. the lines you had taken to protect yourself against anything and everything now coming undone at the sound of his voice telling you that he is gonna fuck your brains out so to speak. thats exactly what he did, sliding his huge hard cock in your tight little pussy. your screams and pleasures were not sure of time or such. but you were now at the mercy of this godlike hunk of a motherfucking man! at the end of the climax you lay there for a few seconds before getting back up putting on your clothes and walking to the door. yn: thank you for this… that was way better than i ever would have expected my first time to be. jensen: no problem, glad i could help you with your situation. be well. yn: jensen jensen: yn thats when you walked out of the door and down the street walking into your apartment you crawl into the bed you share with your best friend and roomie. knowing she would want all the details in the morning. then it happened a few months later, you noticed you had gained a bit of weight, you couldnt keep anything down, you were not sure what was going on, but one day you passed out in the kitchen and your best friend dragged you to the emergency room. after the tests and stuff you knew this was not gonna be good. but it was about to the news that would change your life. doctor: it would seem you are pregnant… you in shock just go riggid… you cant speak, cant do nothing, your best friend pulls out your phone and dials the last number in your phone and she pleads for this person to come to the hospital dropping your name about 5 times… saying you were in trouble… but it was about to be the one person you would not expect a million years to see. about 5 minutes later you get off the table and walk out the door toward a voice that you had not heard in months. yn: jensen you said as tears now flowed freely his response now grasped you into his chest. jensen: is it true? you both were led back into the room and jensen was told the same thing you were. jensen: well i guess we cant defy fate, who apparently thinks that we were not meant to live apart… yn: i guess one night stands are not meant for us jensen: i guess we need to talk yn: then i think we need some place of our own. ~things come and things go but once we find that soul that meant to be with ours, fate intervenes and sets us up on the right path!~
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lovetransaction · 9 months
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Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Winchester/Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Pegging, Object Insertion, Married Sex @spnkinkevents​ bingo card fill: object insertion
Summary:
When she was a Campbell, Mary had been a resourceful and determined hunter. So she's not about to let some speedbump derail her sex life when there's a perfectly obvious solution.
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Fool Me Twice - Demon!Dean Winchester (dark!smut)
You guys know the drill - don't like it, don't read it. Enjoy my loves.xxx
Summary: The one time the reader doesn't have any weapons on her, she finds herself trapped by an alpha, with black eyes and an insatiable hunger.
Warnings: 18+, unprotected vaginal sex, noncon, A/B/O, demon!Dean
Pairing: Alpha!Demon!Dean x omega!fem!reader
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“Look at me, don’t you dare look away.” The man’s rough voice left her shuddering, eyes trying to find his in the darkness, though without any luck. Her heart was racing, not able to push away the anxiety thumping through her veins. Fuck, of course the one time she was hunting on her own, she ends up stuck in a situation like this.
“You had to play hard to get, didn’t you? But don’t worry, this made it even more exciting to me.” He tightened his grip on her throat, keeping her pinned against the wall. Her smell stuck to him, filling his nostrils with every breath he took, an addicting scent he had been  high on since crossing paths with her days ago.
And ever since then he had known that he had to have her. 
“Please, don’t.” (Y/n) was trying to buy herself some time, cursing herself for leaving her weapons in her car. She had nothing useful on her, all but her hands, which were currently pressed against the cold wall of the dark alley. 
“Aw, sweet little omega, begging for help. But no help will come, it’s just us two, sweetheart.” If she’d find any source of light to rely on, (y/n) would notice his fully black eyes, filled with nothing but a primal need he was forced to follow. A need he wouldn’t tame, not as long as Dean wasn’t the one guiding his mind and soul.
“Fuck you, I hope you rot in hell.” She spat into his face, using his second of distraction to bump her forehead against his, successfully ripping herself free. (Y/n) started running, slowly but surely struggling to keep fighting against her body’s call, very well aware of the alphas presence. 
She wasn’t used to the biting pleasure thumping through her veins, wasn’t used to her pills not working, once able to prolong her heat while she was hunting. But now her body had decided to break through the barrier, fighting against it with every ounce of strength. If she wouldn’t get enough distance between her and him, her body would easily give in, not caring about her mind’s warning. 
“You can’t escape from a Winchester, nobody ever does.” He called after her, body colliding with hers as he ripped her to the ground. Dean hovered above her, pinning (y/n) to the cold pavement with his thighs pressed against hers. A moan clawed through her, drowning out the wave of disgust that flushed through her. She was stuck, and wouldn't escape from the alpha her body was focusing on.
“Are you that desperate? Can’t you find somebody else to terrorize?” (Y/n)’s voice wavered as the sinking feeling made itself comfortable in her system. Not once had she been stuck in a situation like this before, not once had she not managed to rip herself free, always able to rely on her quick thoughts and her strength.
“Such a bratty slut, but don’t worry, we’ll find a way to shut you up.” His hands worked on her flannel, ripping the fabric apart, not sparing the flying away buttons another thought. And for a moment, (y/n)’s gaze got stuck on his features, he was handsome, fuck, she’d definitely be into him if he wasn’t about to do this to her.  
Another moan rumbled through her as he ripped her bra off her chest, cupping her naked breasts with his big hands. Dean didn’t seem to mind their surroundings, the dark alleyway that seemed to close in on her, the flickering street light that didn’t manage to illuminate anything near. Her own personal hell.
“Stop, fucking stop it.” It seemed like all her strength to fight back was leaving her trembling body, fully focused on the pleasure his touch elicited. Dean’s hands were working on her trousers, ripping them down just enough to reach her throbbing heat. Her body wanted him, no matter how loud her mind kept screaming in protest. 
Without another warning, Dean rose from the ground, hands firmly pulling her along. (Y/n) found herself pressed against another cold wall, heart racing as if she had just finished running a marathon, body drenched in sweat as if she had crossed a river, mind pulsing in pain as if she had solved an almost unsolvable riddle. 
“I can smell your arousal, you want this, sweetheart.” With one hand Dean freed his hard cock, spitting into his palm for some kind of lubrication. “Stop struggling and enjoy this, not everybody gets a chance to be fucked by me.”
He pushed into her, ferociously fucking her like he was working on a time limit. Her screams turned into moans; her anxiety into pleasure; and her racing thoughts into nothing but a calming ease filling her body. 
It had been months since (y/n) had last been fucked by a man, a handsome man like Dean that is, and yet her mind still managed to pull her out of the moment every now and then. Forced to remember that she didn’t want this. The fall was closer to the high than she had  thought, ripping her into a deep sea of darkness she’d drown in.
Dean fucked her rough and hard, hips slapping against her behind with every thrust. He was set on chasing his high, set on pumping her full with his release to leave his stain. No attention was spared to her cries, not one ounce of guilt simmered inside his possessed body, purely focused on his arising orgasm. 
Her body was sore, sore from his manhandling; sore from being pushed against the cold wall; sore from the last few days. But Dean didn’t seem to mind her whimpers, the silent begging that this would end, her walls kept clenching around him, clearly enjoying his merciless pace.
She felt his knot swell, ready to cling to her till the moment would break, forced together by their primal needs. And even though the voice in the back of her head screamed at her, (y/n) couldn’t help but allow the soaring wave of pleasure to clash through her, pushing her closer and closer to her high. 
“See, we both know how much you enjoy this, don’t you? You’re begging for my knot, begging for me to fuck you till you no longer remember your own name, pathetic little omega.” Dean murmured his taunting words into her ear, hot breath teasing her goosebump littered skin. A cry of protest clawed through her, a cry he drowned out with his hand finding her mouth, pulling her into his chest. 
And before (y/n) could even try to stop her body from letting go, her orgasm rocked through her like an untameable fire. Gasps, cries, and moans rumbled through her, sounds that rang in Dean’s ears like the music that would normally echo through Baby. His knot locked inside of her, not giving her a chance to escape, leaving (y/n) struggling in his tight grasp.
“Fool me once and you may escape.” Dean pushed his hand off her mouth, wandering down to her throat to squeeze her windpipe. “Fool me twice and you may never get rid of me again.”
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jawritter · 1 year
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I've gotten a little slack in my smut writing lately. For some reason, as a writer, it getting harder and harder to do, (pun totally not intended, but I'm leaving there lmao 🤣). SSOOOOO.... I did a thing.
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Tight Places - Kinktober 19
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Summary: Stuck in a cramped space with Sam again, you end up enjoying his company...
Square 3 filled for @samwinchesterbingo​​​​​​: Enemies to lovers
Square 22 filled for @spnkinkbingo (expired): Knife play
Square 8 filled for @spnkinkbingo​​: Period Sex
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester
Kink: Claustrophilia
Warnings:language, Soulless!Sam being an ass, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), smut, unprotected sex, groping, period sex, knife play, mentions of
Word Count: 1,2 k
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<< Part 1 - Cramped
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“Sam, no! What the fuck! How did we end up in a fucking wardrobe?” you can’t believe you agreed to join the annoying soulless hunter on yet another hunt.
After your mishap a few months ago, you swore to yourself to stay away from Sam Winchester. No such luck.
You ended up in the same town, investigating the same mysterious death once again. Dean suggested joining forces and you just couldn’t say no to the hunter. He saved your ass more than once and is all too happy to have someone with an intact moral compass around.
“We have to hide again,” he purrs in your ear. You can hear the smirk in his voice and just know, he dragged you inside the wardrobe on purpose. “Dean got this.”
“I’m going to help your brother. Don’t believe for a second that what happened months ago will happen again, Winchester,” you grumble. “I told you last time it was the last time.”
“Sure,” he huffs in your ear as his hands already move toward your chest to shamelessly grope your tits. “You’re wearing a dress revealing your ass, legs, and tits for nothing. You want to get fucked.”
You lick your lips. It’s the second time you are in a cramped space with Sam. If only he pushes you a little further, you are going to give in once again.
“I know how much you love ending up in tight space with me,” he bites your ear shell. “How about you tell me what you want, and I give it to you Y/N.”
Sam presses his body to yours, slowly grinding into you. “Sam. Stop.”
“Why would I do such a thing, sweet little thing?” he moves one arm around your waist to hold you close to his hard body. “Admit your sins, Y/N. I know you want to.”
“I fucked a cold-hearted and annoying bastard some months ago. That’s all I have to admit.”
“You enjoyed every second.”
“Yeah. As it only lasted for like sixty seconds.”
“You’re a little bitch.”
You try to wiggle out of his grip but it’s no use. Sam is so much stronger than you, and then there is his arm wrapped around your body.
“You’re an asshole, so we are even.”
“How about I make things easier for you?” he nuzzles his cheek against yours. “I’ll leave you no other choice but to give in.” You feel the cool metal before you can even say something in return. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Sam slides the dull side of his knife over your breasts and teases your nipples. He takes his time on his way down your body; drawing patterns into your skin with the dull side of his knife.
“Sam, what are you doing?” He carefully slides it over your thigh, riding up your dress. “I asked you a question.”
“I’ll take good care of your pussy again, Y/N,” you whimper as he kicks your legs apart. “You better don’t move now. It would be a shame if I draw blood tonight.”
“Blood?” there is an edge in your voice when Sam slowly cuts your dress and bra open at the same time. Your breasts spill out, leaving your plush flesh unprotected. “Sam.”
“Be good now, kitten,” he cuts through your dress, ruining it once and for all. “Take the dress off.”
“Sam, we can’t. We are still on a hunt.”
“I said,” he rips the remnants of your dress down your body and cuts your panties off within the blink of an eye, “be good.”
You’re shaking in both, anger, and anticipation. You’d like to slap Sam’s face or shoot his brains out. But the need and your kink won’t let you do such a thing.
You allow Sam to twirl you around to reveal your breasts and face to the hunter.
“Beautiful and all mine.”
“Sam, we shouldn’t…this is wrong,” you open your arms and let Sam lift you off of your feet. He easily holds you against the wall of the wardrobe as you fumble his pants open and shove them down his long legs.
“You’re a little eager for someone who doesn’t want to get fucked,” he smirks darkly, but you ignore his cockiness or the fact that you should hate him.
“Shut up. Don’t ruin it,” you bend your body a little to stroke Sam a few times. He’s already rock-hard and doesn’t need much encouragement. “Fuck me. And then leave me alone.”
“Oh, I will fuck you.”
“I should warn you,” he ignores you, and the fact that you slap his chest to get his attention. “Sam, I think my period just started.”
It’s like you’re not even there. Sam simply wraps your legs around his waistline and shoves himself inside your body without acknowledging your protest.
He grunts, hips jerking a few times as you claw at his shoulders. “SAM!”
“Do you think I care about a little blood?” he snickers as you wiggle your hips to get a little bit more friction. “I can fuck you now and make you cum, or, I’ll leave you here. Naked and without an orgasm. I can easily find someone else to fuck.”
“You’re such an asshol-“ Sam presses his lips to yours, silencing your protests once again as he starts to roll his hips.
“You will shut your mouth and take my cock, Y/N,” he purrs with every thrust. Your hips move on their own, to meet Sam’s thrusts. “Good girl.” He ruts into you. “Such a good girl when you full of cock.”
“I hate you so much.”
“No, you love me,” you whine as he grips your ass with his large hands to move you up and down his cock. You’re like a ragdoll in his hands; helpless and small. “You love fucking me too. I saw the way you looked at the old me. It’s the same hunger in your eyes now.”
Sam hides his face in your neck, panting and groaning as you try not to think about his former self.
You miss the smart and soft Sam. But you can’t deny it. This version knows how to push all your buttons.
“Fuck.”
You dig your nails deep into his shoulders.
“Take it. Shut up and take me,” he growls in your neck. Sam speeds up again, fucking up into you at a maddening pace. “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum your period stops.”
You laugh.
“Later, I’ll fuck your mouth.”
“Nghh…” your mind is clouded by lust and the approaching high. The coil in your belly tightens, and you can only close your eyes and let Sam have his way with your body once again.
“Maybe you’ll let me fuck that upright ass too, huh? I bet you never let that loser you called your boyfriend fuck your ass. Let me fuck it and you’ll cum so hard you see stars…”
“I-“ you cum all over his cock, making an odd noise. “No.”
“We will talk about your ass later. Now let me fill you up,” he chuckles darkly. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…”
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“Just like that. Taking me like a good girl,” you groan as Sam rewatches the video he took of you and him months ago again. “Fuck yourself harder on my cock.”
“Can you stop this?”
You throw a pillow at Sam. “Please.”
“If you come over here,” he smirks darkly, “I will stop. And,” he pushes the covers off his body to reveal he’s stark naked, “if you stick around, I’ll delete the video.”
“Scouts honor?” you ask.
“Scout's honor,” Sam points at his cock. “Come here and ride it like a good girl…”
You will stick around to help Dean get Sam’s soul back. If you get laid once in a while…so be it…
Part 3
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The Breaking Point
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This fic is a sequel to To Be His Good Girl
Edit: I've removed my SPN kink Event bingo card, because I was reminded that Soldier Boy isn't part of SPN. 🤦‍♀️ The story hasn't changed at all.
Summary: Y/N has been acting up for days, and she won't explain herself to Ben. He may just reach his breaking point.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty filthy smut. BDSM. Dom/sub. Dom Ben (Soldier Boy). Sub Reader. Disobedient Reader. Crying Reader. Lots of talk of punishments and discipline. Spanking. Paddling. Pussy Spanking. Mentions of Caning (breasts). Slight Bondage. Intense pain as pleasure dynamics. Light Fingering mentioned. Sir!kink.
Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader
Word Count: 3,925
A/N: Okay, so "To Be His Good Girl" was supposed to be a one and done fic. However, I've had a few requests to carry on the story, and then I found the above bingo card, and I thought it fit into Ben and Y/N's story pretty well. There is a third part to this little story. It's called, "When is it Enough?" and it will be out on Wednesday, January 10. It will fill my BDSM square for the above card. Hope you enjoy, and I know this story won't be for everyone, so PLEASE heed the warnings. ❤️
The dividers used here are created by @silkholland
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Y/N and Ben moved in together not long after her first round of discipline. They spent a lot of time in the first month testing boundaries, pushing Y/N’s limits of what she could take. Ben was amazed by her constantly. They had regular discipline sessions, where he would test her and push her to see if she would continue to obey him no matter what, and she almost always did. When she failed his tests, she took her punishments well. Even if she was being punished for purposely acting bratty, which had only happened a handful of times - mostly just to get a rise out of him - she quickly became remorseful when he corrected her behavior.
Their discipline sessions had never failed to leave both of them sated and happy.
Then one random Tuesday, four months into living together, Ben came home to find Y/N completely withdrawn. He thought maybe she was just hormonal, as women tended to be once a month, and he let the attitude slide for a day or so. When she didn’t improve, he threatened her, promising her if she didn’t smarten up, he’d make sure she couldn’t sit down for a week. The effectiveness of the threat barely lasted the day however, and by the next morning, she was back to grouching and sulking around the apartment. 
Ben awoke that morning as he felt her shifting out of his arms and getting up. Then he heard her growl angrily as she stubbed her toe on the bedside table. “Piece of shit.” She grumbled to herself as she fell back to the mattress she’d just risen from. He reached out to rub her back but she stood up again, pulling away.
“Hey.” Ben said, voice still croaky with sleep. “What’s wrong?”
Y/N just shook her head. “Nothing, I’m just running late.” She told him, and she rushed out of their room to shower.
When she came back to the room, wrapped in a towel, Ben was gone, and she sat at her vanity  and brushed her wet hair, shivering as cold droplets of water dripped from the ends. She glanced in the mirror and then quickly away. She didn’t really want to look at herself at the moment.
Ben came back into the room with a tray of delicious smelling food. Y/N frowned. “You cooked?”
He snorted at the ridiculous question. “Of course not, I got the doorman to order us breakfast from Santino’s.”
Y/N nodded, but her frown stayed in place. “You know, that’s not really his job.” She said, voice chiding.
Ben looked at her for a minute. “Well I tipped him a hundred dollar bill, so I don’t think he minded.” He shook his head. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been in this mood for days and I’m getting fucking sick of it.”
Y/N shrugged and mumbled. “Sorry.” 
Ben set down the tray and caught her wrist as she stood up from the bench. “No, I mean it now, seriously Y/N, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I told you. Jesus, just fucking drop it.” She barked at him. 
Ben’s scowl darkened and he quickly sat down on the bench she’d just vacated, yanking her across his lap. He pushed her towel up so her bare ass was exposed, swiftly cracking his palm down onto her damp skin.
Y/N screeched and fought against his hold. But he subdued her easily and delivered five more blows. “Explain your attitude right now.” He demanded.
Y/N sniffled. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m just…I've just been sleeping badly.”
Ben turned her in his arms so he was cradling her. “Yeah, I noticed. What’s causing the bad sleep?”
Y/N just shrugged and wiped her nose. “I dunno.” She said in a small voice.
Ben knew she was lying, but she looked up at him with her big, sad eyes. “I’m really sorry, B-, I mean, sir. I’ll behave myself, I promise.”
He knew he was being too soft with her; the attitude she’d been giving him for days now demanded punishment. But he found himself reluctant. He knew she was hiding something from him. She’d been fine on Tuesday morning when he left for the Tower - her usual sweet, bubbly, occasionally precocious self - but when he returned that evening she’d been moody and closed off. 
This brief spanking was the only consequence he’d doled out so far even though she’d been snapping at him and unresponsive for days. He contemplated flipping her back over and continuing the spanking, but her jutting bottom lip and watery eyes worked far too well on him and he sighed and stood her up beside the bench.
“Get into bed, eat some food, and then get some more sleep.” He ordered.
“Yes, sir.” She said, obeying reluctantly.
But over the next two days nothing really improved. She wasn’t snapping at him as often, but she was still quiet and subdued. Ben tried a few times to distract her, kissing her and touching her gently, but though she never denied him, her responses were far from passionate and Ben wasn’t about to force her to sleep with him. 
Finally, nearly a week after her moodiness had begun, she pushed Ben a step too far, and he realized he had no choice but to take action, for her sake.
They were eating dinner and Y/N started to pour a cup of coffee to have with dessert. But Ben stopped her. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be drinking coffee so late in the evening. You’re having a hard enough time sleeping as it is.”
She shrugged. “I’ll be fine.” She said as she poured herself a cup from the carafe on the table.
“Y/N, I said no.” His voice was firm, but she just ignored him and took a deep gulp of coffee.
He grabbed onto her wrist to stop her drinking more. “Did you hear me?”
Y/N yanked her arm out of his grasp, her face thunderous, temper ignited. “I heard you, but why do you fucking care?” Y/N screeched. She threw the cup of hot coffee at him and it smashed against the arm he held up in front of his face just in time.
As he lowered his arm he saw Y/N’s jaw drop, almost as though she was unable to believe what she’d just done. “Ben, oh god, I don’t…” She trailed off, her hands covering her mouth.
Ben brushed away the chips of pottery that clung to his shirt from the smashed mug. His voice was ice when he spoke. 
“Get into that fucking bedroom, and get into position. Right fucking now.” 
“Ben -”
“Now!” He bellowed and Y/N bolted out of the room.
Ben bent to pick up all the broken pieces of the cup and sank into his chair. He shook his head; she’d left him no choice.
***
Y/N sat on her knees in her bra and panties, head bowed, waiting for Ben to come dole out punishment. She knew she deserved whatever she got. She couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to correct her behavior. She knew she was being insufferable and incredibly disobedient. But she couldn’t pull herself out of this place she’d sunk after the phone call on Tuesday morning.
Ben walked in and Y/N’s breathing picked up. He came to stand directly in front of her but she kept her head lowered until he spoke.
“Look at me.”
Y/N looked up and the unrelenting anger on his face made her shiver. He was dressed in his green super suit as he always was when he was disciplining her. 
“Obviously,” he started, “I’ve been far too lenient with you this week. I was hoping that little spanking the other day would be enough to straighten you out, but I was very wrong. So now…it’s clearly time for something more severe.”
He walked away but Y/N didn’t let her eyes follow him, dropping her gaze back to the ground. She could hear him moving things around in their closet and knew he was digging out the instruments of her punishment. She heard the snap of a leather belt and closed her eyes. 
After five minutes of silence Ben returned to stand in front of her and tilted her chin up so she was looking at him again. “My over-the-knee spanking clearly wasn’t enough to set you straight, so I’ll have to try a little harder.” 
He snapped his fingers and she knew that was her cue to stand. “Bend over the end of the desk, arms out to the sides. Hold on.”
Y/N did as she was told. From behind her, Ben continued explaining.
“I’m going to spank you in three different ways. There's power in threes, it really drives home a point. First, I'll use a wooden paddle on your ass. Then, my leather belt on your pussy, and lastly, a cane to your tits.”
Y/N felt her breath kick up and fear lodge in her throat.
“You will receive a total of sixty strokes. Thirty with the paddle, twenty with the belt, and ten with the cane.”
Y/N’s stomach flip-flopped. “Sir, please…” she began, but Ben cut her off.
“And since you seem to enjoy quiet so much this week, you will take every single stroke without making a sound.”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder, “Sir I-”
“Starting this second!” Ben barked out, immediately silencing her. “Face front.” He ordered and she swung her head back to face the door of the bedroom. 
“I mean it, you disobedient little brat. I don’t want to hear a single word from you, not a whimper. If you cry, you'll do so silently.” He leaned close to her ear and growled his warning. “You disobey me again and you will regret it. Do you understand? You may speak to answer.”
“Yes, sir.” Y/N said, almost breathless.
“What will be the one exception to my rule of silence?”
“Belgium.” Y/N answered in a whisper, stating her safe word.
“That’s right.” 
He straightened up and moved away to get the paddle. “Now, you’ve been paddled once before,” he said from across the room, “that time you came home late and didn’t call. But that was only ten strokes. No doubt, this will make a bigger impression.”
She heard him move into position behind her and then heard the familiar sound of the heavy wooden board whistling through the air before landing with a hard thwack on her ass; her white cotton panties offered very little protection and she bit down on her lip to stop from crying out. 
“One.” Ben counted.
Once again the paddle whooshed through the air before it smacked hard against her ass, the sound of pine hitting skin reaching her ears just before the burning pain spread out across her ass cheeks. 
“Two.”
And on he continued, spreading the blows across her whole ass, along with a few to the very tops of her thighs.
After the fifteenth blow, Ben stepped back and admired the red he could see blooming just under the bottom of her panties. The red of the spanking contrasted with the white cotton very nicely.
After giving her ass a moment’s break Ben gave his order. “Take your panties down. Leave them just at the top of your thighs.” He instructed not wanting to lose the pretty color contrast.
Y/N shifted painfully and pushed at her panties until they were down over her ass and framing her cheeks.
When he started in again Ben targeted the thickest part of her ass, just above her thighs. He maneuvered the paddle in an upswing and landed an incredibly stinging blow, making her flesh jiggle.
“Sixteen.”
After twenty strokes, the heat was radiating off of her ass like an oven. The apples of her ass cheeks were stained purple and red, thick welts decorating her soft skin. Ben could see her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. 
But he hardened his resolve and delivered the last ten strokes, the impact so hard that he raised her feet off the ground with every blow.
“Thirty.” He said as the last one landed. He moved away to set down the paddle and then came back to rub his hands across her bruised and battered ass.
“All of this could have been avoided, kitten, we could have been having a much more pleasant evening if you hadn't decided to act like such an unbearable brat all fucking week.”
Y/N nodded, remaining silent, and Ben sighed. “Stand up. Pull up your panties.”
She obeyed and when she moved to face him, Ben saw the pain that spasmed across her face and he wiped away some of the tears that still fell. “That’s gonna hurt a long time, baby. You’re probably gonna wear this lesson on your skin for a week or more.”
Y/N lowered her gaze and Ben recognized her look of true contrition. He tipped her chin up. “You may speak. Tell me what’s going on in your head. Why are you being so disrespectful?”
But though she had permission, she remained silent, merely shrugging and shaking her head.
Ben sighed again, more frustrated than ever. He shook his head and spoke with firm resolve. “Okay, you need more pain to remind you who you answer to, I guess.” He pointed angrily at the bed. “Lay down flat on your back, with your ass at the very foot of the bed.”
Y/N complied immediately. When she was laying flat, grimacing from the pain of the pressure on her abused ass, Ben approached, holding a rope, and grabbed her right ankle. He raised it high in the air and spread it out wide, strapping it to the bedpost tightly. He repeated the action with her left leg so she was stretched wide open, her cunt on full display. 
Ben moved to the table where Y/N could now see he had his implements laid out. He picked up a particularly thick leather belt and brought it over to where she lay. 
“Okay, kitten, same rules. Keep your mouth shut, or you’ll regret it. Belgium is there for you to use, always.”
Y/N nodded and closed her eyes, biting her lip. She’d had her pussy whipped a few times, but it was never more than a few strokes and even then the pain had been incredibly intense. At least these strokes weren’t going directly onto her clit.
But as Ben brought the leather down to crack against the incredibly delicate skin of her pussy, it didn't feel like much of a difference. She raised her hips off the bed in an instinctive need to get rid of the sting. Again her thin cotton panties were no barrier as Ben rained fire down onto her cunt.
“One.” He stated in a firm voice and Y/N wanted to weep at the idea of starting the pain over at one.
As Ben continued the punishment at a slow but steady pace, Y/N considered using her word and making him stop so she could spill her heart out to him, and try to make sense of the pain that had been sitting in her gut for a week, pain that stung almost as much as the blows landing on her skin. 
But she was ashamed, she felt worthless, and she realized in that moment that she’d been egging Ben on all week, practically begging to be punished. She wanted to feel this pain, she couldn’t articulate her other pain, but this she could understand. She knew how to take this - this pain obscured the rest.
“Ten.” Ben called out with the latest blow. She knew what was coming before it happened as he set down the belt beside her head. He grabbed hold of her panties and shredded them as he ripped them from her body.
He looked down and clicked his tongue. “Jesus Christ, baby.” He pushed a finger through the dripping slick that glistened on her reddened pussy lips. “This is a punishment. You are not supposed to be getting off on it.”
Y/N felt her cheeks flush. She couldn’t help the way her body responded to Ben’s punishments. The pain never failed to blossom into heat that swept through her whole body and made her pussy weep. 
Ben tutted again before picking up the belt to continue. The next blow landed on her bare pussy and the agonizing, fiery sting made her bite her lip till it bled to stop from making a noise. 
“Eleven.”
By the time he reached nineteen, Y/N had also curled her hands into such tight fists that there were crescent moons cut into her palms from her fingernails. And then he brought down the last stroke and it landed so hard that a short squeal burst out of Y/N's throat despite everything she was doing to keep silent. 
Ben dropped his arm to his side and Y/N could hear the actual disappointment in his voice when he spoke; it made her want to cry.
“You are just determined to disobey me over and over. I thought you were my good girl. What's happened to my good girl, huh?”
Y/N pushed up on her elbows so she could see Ben's face. She opened her mouth and then closed it. 
“Speak.” Ben said briskly.
“I didn't mean to sir. I'm so sorry. I'm trying to be your good girl. Please don’t hate me too.”
The words just slipped out of her and she hadn’t even known they were there. 
Ben’s face darkened. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “Who said anything about hating you? I’m just disappointed. Disappointed that you’ve been disobeying me over and over, and yes, angry at your disrespect.”
He ran a soothing hand over her raw pussy, pushing his middle finger into her slick folds to tease her clit. Y/N gasped and then met Ben’s gaze and saw the truth in his bright, beautiful green eyes as he spoke. 
“But Y/N, I discipline you because I care about you, so that you know I care about what we mean to each other, about our roles in this relationship. I punish you because I care about how you conduct yourself. And sometimes I discipline you with pain because I know you crave it, crave the release of it.”
Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she realized just how right he was. She had been craving the release of pain, the release of the pain that sat unmoving in her heart. All week since the phone call with her father she’d been down, heartbroken and feeling worthless. 
It had been almost a year since she’d spoken to him. He’d made it clear a long time ago that he thought she was just a pathetic loser, and he was ashamed of her. But she’d called to tell him that she was dating THE Soldier Boy, that they lived together in a fancy apartment and she was spoiled and cared for. She thought it might make him see her as valuable - the fact that someone important wanted her.
Instead he’d told her he wasn’t interested in hearing about her whoring ways, that he didn’t want to know what rich old man was acting as her sugar daddy. He’d called her disgusting and an embarrassment. He told her he didn’t want her associating with his new family, he didn’t want his children soiled by her.
The words had sunk deep into her skin and had been cutting her ever since. 
Now, as she laid there, exposed and completely vulnerable, in the most visceral and literal way possible, she began to confess everything. Ben quickly untied her legs from the bedposts so he could sit beside her and pull her into his lap. She told him everything, whispering her father’s cruel words, embarrassed by how true they felt.
When she fell silent, Ben shook his head. “Y/N why wouldn’t you tell me this earlier? I would have handled your punishment very differently.”
She shook her head. “No, I wanted to be punished. I deserve it.”
Ben kissed her forehead. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t have punished you. You disobeyed me all week and refused to let me into your problems, you do deserve to be disciplined. But I told you, I would have done it differently.”
Y/N sniffed. “How?”
Ben smiled. “I would have taken you over my knee again. I would have held you close to me and reminded you over and over that I’m only punishing you because I know how special you are, because I know what a good girl you can be. I would have made sure you know that if I didn’t care about you,” he paused and then pressed a brief kiss to her lips, “if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t discipline you, I wouldn’t care enough to.”
He wiped away her tears. “And I would have made you come on my fingers between punishments to make sure you know that even though you might deserve to be punished sometimes, you definitely deserve to be pleasured all the time.”
Y/N’s tears ran unchecked once again as Ben continued. “Instead I was disciplining you harshly because I didn’t know what was causing your terrible behavior and I needed you to know I wouldn’t stand for it endlessly. I gave you so many chances this week, why didn’t you reach out to me?”
Y/N shrugged. “I was embarrassed. I was afraid that…” She buried her face in his chest, the material of his suit rough against her cheeks. “I was afraid you’d hear his words and think he was right.”
Ben huffed. “Ridiculous.”
“And,” Y/N continued, “and honestly I just couldn’t understand how I was feeling to even try to explain. Part of me wanted to not care about him, and part of me wanted to crawl into a ball and cry forever. So,” she shrugged again, “I just acted out.”
Ben sighed and then kissed the top of her head. “Well, I’d say your discipline has been severe enough. That can be all for tonight.”
But to his surprise Y/N shook her head. “No, don’t…you set out a punishment, I shouldn’t get out of it just cause I cried and finally told the truth. You taught me that. Once a punishment is set, it needs to be seen through, no matter how sorry I get after.”
Ben frowned. “But Y/N, I told you, if I’d known the truth, I would have disciplined you a lot less harshly.”
“But you only didn’t know the truth because I kept it from you.” When Ben opened his mouth to argue again, Y/N interrupted him. “Please, Sir.” She said in a whisper. “I need the pain. And I need you to…to show me you care enough to correct me when I do wrong.” She shrugged. “I also made a noise when it was forbidden to do so, so I need to be punished for that too.”
She looked up at him and her eyes were misty. “Let me show you that I can be your good girl again.”
Ben took a deep breath and nodded, pride shining in his eyes. “Then get down on your knees, kitten, and show me how good you are.”
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spn kink bingo 2024
fandom: supernatural
pairing: dean winchester/castiel
words: 559
rating: explicit
summary: A snippet into a night of Dean and Cas. For my "dirty talk" square
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