#blood k!nk

[bouncybongfairy]

Cummin’ For You

Stain x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Your friend's group convinces you to go to the woods where multiple Stain sightings have been reported. He singles you out and has his way with you.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Blood Kink, Knife Kink, Sex in Forrest, Rough Smut, Humiliation, Degradation, Polaroid Camera, CNC

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“Don’t be lame just come with us, the guys will be there,” your friend whispered in a sing-song voice. 

“It just seems so stupid and cliche, going to the woods to drink and smoke. Doesn't it seem like they have ulterior motives?” you asked. 

“They really want to catch a glimpse of Stain, apparently he has been spotted there a couple times in the last two weeks. One of them is even bringing a polaroid camera to spot him, apparently it’ll be worth more if he sells it,” she blabs on. 

Eventually you just agree just to shut her up. Now walking on a barely established path, overhanging limbs from trees creating shadows from anything the moonlight gazed on. It was cold enough for the wind to break through your tights. Forcing you to hold the ends of your skirt down with both hands, despite your book bag sliding off your shoulder. They group finally stopped at a semi-rotting log. Unloading their backpacks full of alcohol, cigs and joints. You weren’t finding any amusement in their antics and instead taking in your surroundings more. It had recently rained and the ground smelled like rich, wet dirt; patchy and dry in some places. 

They offered you a seat but you refused. Your friend encourages you to take a swig from the bottle. You figured resisting would only tempt them to pester you more. Rather taking the one shot and being left alone about the matter. It burned your throat but also warmed your body up, you liked that. This sip led to another and then dominoed into a drag of both smoking materials being passed around. Joining everyone to sit along the wood. Suddenly the boys started freaking out, swearing they either heard or saw something. One of them was running around and holding his camera up, eyes wide like he could potentially miss the shot. The girls were all laughing at their desperate body language. Even though everyone was laughing about it. You were getting kinda paranoid, feeling like you kept seeing things out of the corner of your eye. 

“I dare you to come out you fucking poser!” one of them yelled out, provoking what they assumed to be Stain. 

With that, a small knife flew towards the group, landing inside the log. Everyone broke into chaos running in all directions.The boy with the camera dropped it onto the floor and ran without a second thought. One of the holes on your jean skirt got caught on a thick little branch. You were tugging and ripping at the fabric but to no avail. Feeling intimidated you pulled the blade out of the log and armed yourself with it. Hand shaking while looking around with big glazed over eyes. Breathe heavy and try your best to monitor all around you. He dropped down in front of you suddenly, making you jump and almost trip back against the log. Shaking and tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. Barely being able to see him at first but finally taking in more of his appearance as he came closer. Red and cream colored fabrics that were ripped, hanging off him like a scarf. Bandages wrapped around his eyes and arms; wearing thick black pants along with knee pads boots with spikes along the feet. 

His tactical vest was covered in knives, at least two 10 inch blades on either side of him. Red eyes staring back at you, almost glowing, slowly coming closer causing you to panic, finally ripping the fabric of the skirt and making a break for it. You could hear his cackling in amusement as you ran. You tried your best to keep quiet but between all debris crunching under your feet and hyperventilations it was near impossible. You were drunk, disoriented and not sure what direction was out of these stupid fucking woods. Repeatedly stumbling and tearing your knees and hands up against the unforgiving forest floor. Black mascara stained tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. This was one of his favorite parts: the chase. 

Watching how desperate you are to get away but slowly losing stamina. Like a wounded animal trying to get away from an apex predator. It made his body burn with adrenaline, he couldn’t get enough. Watching you helplessly prance around, almost like you were asking to be pinned down and mangled. Not seeing yourself being able to maintain distance, you decided to look for a hiding place. Finding a slightly hollowed out tree trunk and practically throwing yourself into it. Using your hand to cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to unintentional noises. You could hear dry leaves and small branches crunch under his feet. Laughing to himself every now and then, in between small whistles. Shaking like a leaf, waiting for him to move past you. 

“Where are you?” his rough voice cut through the night, you could hear him get closer, “ahh, there you are,” he said, which made your eyes widen and ears ring. He came around from behind the tree stump, towering over you. Hiding any bit of moonlight that was once casting down onto you. 

“God you just were made to be ruined huh?” he asked himself, bending down and admiring the sight. Completely frozen in fear, back against the stump. He stood in between your only escape route. You pulled your knees to your chest as he pulled out a blade, gesturing you to come out. Immediately your heart drops into your chest, petrified and unsure what to do. 

“I don’t remember snapping your ankles yet, so get the fuck up,” he growled, clearly becoming impatient. Still frozen, you don’t comply until he brings the cold blade under your chin, nicking the skin while guiding you to your feet. 

“Don’t be so scared. I’m entitled to some kind of outlet, no? Honestly why do some people care if i’m addicted to sex, that I crave hurting people. It’s not like anyones is in danger, well except for you that is,” he spoke, grinning from ear to ear. 

His breath was beginning to grow ragged, like he was holding himself back. The tears were beginning to make your face sticky, of course that wasn’t the only part of you that was wet. As scared as you were, he was a sight to take in. Very muscular but still lean and lanky. Dry blood on his badges and his eyes were full of greed and lust. He came closer, pushing your back against the stump. The blade was so sharp that when he cut your shirt down the middle, it slid down like butter. Blood from the nick on your chin was dripping down, leaving a train between your breasts. He gripped onto one of your nipples and pulled you out into the open. Pinching so tightly that his nail beds were white. He bent down and cut a hole into your tights. Lining up the ripped fabric with your dripping slit. It was so cold out that he swore your cunt was practically letting off steam. He dipped his middle finger into your folds, pressing his digit against your slit and gently rubbing back and forth. Coating his fingers in your wetness and rubbing your lips. Covering your sex in the sticky juices. Slapping you when he saw that you were enjoying yourself too much. 

“You think I'm here to give you what you want? No, you’re here for my pleasure,” he said, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. 

You immediately begin to scream in pain, squirming and fighting against the burning sting. He loved marking you, it always gets him more riled up than anything. Knowing his teeth will be bared into your skin for weeks. Loving the way your blood began to pool in his mouth, he loved being a fucking freak. He loved it even more when his bait was so responsive to him. Almost like you were putting on a show just from him; his pleasure. Moving his bites all around your body till you were on the floor gasping and withering. You rake your fingers through his hair and start pulling and tugging. Trying anything to relieve the pain his mouth was giving you. It only fueled him, grabbing his knife and cutting just under your collarbone. Wiping away any of your fragmented ideas that you had any sovereignty. He continued until you were breaking down, fighting against him less and laying there like a perfect little doll. He stood up and admired his work, completely overpowered and laying still on the dirt. Turning into mud from the blood running off your body.

“I’m dizzy,” you slurred, he sucked in a deep breath. 

“Fuck I just can’t resist this face darling,” he said grabbing your cheeks, loving how dilated and glazed over those pretty little eyes were. 

He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be in your heat. To feel your walls encapsulate him while watching your face twist and scrunch. He freed his member from his pants, groaning as the cold night air hit him. Coming down and lining him length with your entrance. Tracing your slit from your dripping hole up to your clit. Loving how you were digging your nails into your knees to handle the overwhelming pleasure. Pushing himself inside, he never felt anything tighter. Your sex perfectly wraps around his cock, pulling him back in whenever he slides in and out. Using you for pleasure, letting his upper body fall against your skin. The heavy weight of him pushing the air out of your chest. Making your face turn the most perfect shade of red. The wet sounds of his hips snapping against your skin while raspy moans and gasp fell out of your mouth. 

Holding your head to the ground, watching your eyes roll back. Completely dazed and fucked out of your mind. At the mercy of whatever sick and twisted thoughts he had. He continued pounding himself into you, sweat dripping down his forehead. Putting all his might into shoving himself deeper and deeper. His saliva falling onto your chest like he was a rabid animal. Growling and groaning as he felt his body teetering to the edge. You tilt your head to the side and bite down onto his forearm, a last attempt at fighting back. He let out the most sinister laugh as he finally came. 

Fucking into you, pulling out to the tip with every thrust. Fighting the urge to keep himself pressed inside you while cumming. You had stars in your vision and were slowly becoming more incoherent. Making him feel proud and accomplished. Pulling out and spreading your leg, watching his load leak out of you. Spotting the polaroid camera one of the guys dropped into the ground. This was just too good to be true, he picked up the camera and took a few pictures. A couple of your stretched out and leaking cunt, some of the bite marks and cuts. Smacking your face to wake you up, wanting to catch your scared and disconnected eyes on film. Finally feeling happy with his work, he cleaned up and left you to wake up with your tights around your neck.

[whorrorfix]

bitches be like “he’s my comfort character” and it’s just some dude covered in blood

[impotesmentis]

eating her out!! (gnawing on her guts and snarling)

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

Pulling your head back with a fist full of your hair as I press my blade to your neck and whisper all the awful things I’m about to do to you

[conditioned-to-obey]

Yeah she's cute, in that dumb and easily led astray sacrifical lamb kind of way.

[sayxit]

Lovers Bond

[dead-air-radio]

Cutting all by yourself sweetheart?

[openfleshwound]

taking a bath ! (it's my own blood)

[fearslvt]

fuck the trauma out of me

[whorrorfix]

idk something about ghostface saying “you feel so much more tighter when you’re scared.” while fucking into you, knife held to your throat, the rush of adrenaline making everything feel so good.

him telling you that no one else can fuck you like he does, that if anyone ever touches you he wouldn’t hesitate to gut them.

the possessiveness in his voice making you clench around his cock as you feel yourself getting even more wet. him grazing the knife ever so slightly against your skin, saying “that’s it, baby, you’re taking me so good.” making you a whimpering mess as he fucking destroys you. “look at you. getting all wet. you love this shit, don’t you? such a pathetic slut.”

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

A mutual craving between us. You want my knife in your stomach, and I want to twist so deeply into you.

[necroseptic]

what could be better than a doctor handling you like one of their specimens, roughly grabbing your jaw with gloved fingers, tilting and turning your head, prodding and poking at you

[the-dread-quinn]

[dead-air-radio]

Men who are cut up <33

[lostalioth]

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

→ premise: all of deans life pain has always ran parallel to love. he needs them both, he needs you to hurt him and take the pain away all at the same time, turns out you were more than willing to, you may even need it reciprocated.

→ pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2.3k words, small bit of angst that turns quickly into smut | 18+, kinda switch!dean, pain kink [slapping, biting, pinching, scratching, etc], praise kink [both reader and dean], unprotected sex, small bit of choking, multiple mentions of blood & reader nearly dying

→ a/n: kinktober 08

Dean was accustomed to pain, he learned to tolerate and push through it from a young age as his father hammered into him that it was his job to always look after Sam and conditioned him to become a hunter. Love always came alongside pain in his life, losing everybody he ever cared deeply for; it happened so often that he began to associate one with the other. And so somewhere along the way he came to yearn for both pain and love as he felt they always came together. When Dean began having feelings for you, he was scared like he’s never been before. He avoided telling you for a couple of years simply because he thought if he voiced it out loud then he'd lose you like he did everyone else.

However when a demon came very close to killing you when you were being reckless, that scared Dean a hell of a lot more and in a screaming match about it he revealed his feelings on accident.

“You couldve fucking died, ya’ know that right? If me and Sam got there even a minute later you’d have been laying in my arms dead not just unconscious” when he mentions sam, he gestures towards the couch in the small motel room where the younger brother last sat. Though when he turns to look over hoping for backup he finds Sam gone, he groans out in annoyance. Sam had figured it was best to leave the two of you to your fighting alone, yes he was also upset with your careless decision but not as heated as his brother.

“Well I didn't okay? I can take care of myself. I had it under control!” you scream out, punching your words out to get your point across, flailing your arms in frustration though the fast movement aggravates your injuries making you wince slightly. Seeing you in pain makes Dean stop short for a second, a ping in his chest as his heart aches, it however only morphs into making his blood boil more when the memory of finding you beaten and bloody on the floor of that warehouse flashes in his head. “I'm sooo glad you can take care of yourself, but what about me HUH?!” He screams out, sarcasm dripping from his voice until the latter half with his question where it breaks off taking you back. Confusion crosses your face but before you can say anything back to him he continues.

“I dont know what I’d fuckin’ do without you, im so pathetically and utterly in love with you that the thought of you dying makes me wanna lie in the dirt just so i can be buried with you!” he had been stepping closer and closer as he yelled out in frustration, not realizing exactly what he just said. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline from his confession and proximity coursing through your veins.

“You love me..?” Your voice comes out softer than Dean swears he's ever heard it before and it melts all the anger out of his body. He knew there was no turning back now that he blurted that out and even though he was worried more than ever, he couldn't stand not being with you anymore. “I think i fell in love the moment i met you sweetheart” he sighs and brings his rough hands up to cup your face and wipe away the tears you hadn’t noticed we're slowly falling from your eyes. After a long stretch of comfortable silence as the tension of the fight has dissipated you speak up.

“Would you just kiss me already ya’ idiot” you tease, smiling softly at him through your tears as you stare deep into those stupid green eyes that turn your brain to mush.

Using his hold on your face he pulls your lips against his in a desperate kiss, trying to drown out all the swarming negative voices in his head. Your soft lips mold against his perfectly and he thanks any and every god he can think of for letting him have something he knows he doesn’t deserve. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss back, the fight over your thoughtless decision not forgotten but put on the back burner. You were deans the second you told him to kiss you and if you thought you were gonna be able to continue with your bad decisions boy were you in for a surprise, he just finally got you he wasn't ever letting go now. You grab at his chest, your hands balling up his shirt as you try pulling him impossibly closer deepening the kiss. In a tangled mess of limbs and mouths still latched to one another’s you and Dean tumble back and fall down onto the rundown motel bed. Dean landed on his back in the middle cushioning your fall with you landing on top of him between his legs.

“Baby..” he mumbles against your lips making your heart skip a bit at him calling you a name normally reserved for his impala. He even squeezes your hips lightly to break your focus from the make out.

“I need you to do something for me” he groans out as the kiss heats up and your tongue slips in his mouth during his statement, your hands running all over his chest and arms. Your body was pressed up to his, hips flush against each other making it impossible for you not to feel his hardening cock on your thigh. “Anything, what do you need, baby?” You question, desperate to please him and more than willing to do whatever he asks. Now Dean was well aware if he said jump you'd ask how high, he just hoped this request as odd as it was didn‘t make you run for the hills.

Reluctantly he pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath as well as watch your face when he tells you what he needs. You open your eyes and look at him with that same sparkle they always hold when your gaze is locked on him. His cock was getting painfully hard now from the mixture of the make out session and your body so close to him.

”I- shit okay im just gonna say it uh. I need you to hurt me. I just- I need you to get the image of you laying in a pool of your own blood barely breathing out of my head” he rambles, his voice sounding unfamiliar to his own ears with how pathetic it comes out. He silently prays you won't just get up and walk out of his life at his weird desire. He avoids eye contact when you are still silent after a minute. A fire ignites in your body and settles in your core as a million and one thoughts are running through your head at the speed of light. Every single last one however being the different things you wanna and finally get to do to Dean.

You grab ahold of Dean’s face squeezing it as you turn it so he is looking at you again. You now have a small taunting smile on your face, your nails are lightly digging into his cheeks making his cock twitch. “I can do that, but can you be a good boy?” You teasingly question as you lean up maneuvering your body so you're straddling his hips, peering down on him. The sight of you on his lap, thighs spread either side of his body and lust blown hooded eyes staring down at him knocks the breath from his lungs. It's an image pulled from his many dirty depraved dreams of you that riddled him with guilt but now it's a reality, his wonderful heaven like reality.

He frantically nods his head yes while your hand not pinching his face is working at undoing his belt.

“Gonna be such a good boy, can be s’good for you baby” he huffs out and lifts his hips to help you out as you pull his jeans down and off his legs. You let go of his face and dean has to fight back an actual whine when the small sting of pain leaves with it. Though he swallows his complaint as he watches you strip yourself of your dirty still blood soaked t-shirt, going at a teasingly slow pace when you undo your own belt pulling it through the loops and discarding it on the floor besides his pants. “Come on don't be a tease sweetheart please” he softly begs as he grabs your hips, thrusting his up to grind his bulge against your core. The rough fabric of your jeans sends a jolt of pleasure up his spine as it rubs over his aching boxer covered cock. You bite back a moan and slap his chest to stop him before lifting your body up to help you rid yourself of your remaining clothes. He is quickly behind you nearly ripping off his shirt and tugging down his boxers making his leaking cock bounce free between your bodies.

Saliva practically pools in Dean's mouth at the sight of you stripped bare for his eyes scanning over every inch of you. Your thighs spread back over his hips leaving your pussy on display for him, your slick coating his cock as your hips take up his previous action of grinding. “Such a good boy” you praise and lean down digging your nails into his sides, the pain making his eyes screw shut in bliss. Lifting your hips once again this time however sinking your pussy down onto his throbbing cock. Your slick and his precum help to aid your cunt into taking every inch of Dean's cock to the base as you smash your lips against his in a passionate kiss. The mixture of stinging pain and sweet praise and pleasure drown out all bad thoughts, all images that were flashing in Dean's head of your limp body unmoving and bleeding fade from his head finally, his only thought being of how good you feel.

“Mhmm~” He whines out in pleasure and surprise, the sound muffled in your mouth. Your hips immediately set into a rhythm of grinding and softly bouncing, his cock dragging across your velvety walls and his tip hitting your cervix when you bounce down. “Ah- Ahh~ fuck sweetheart knew this fuckin’ pussy feel amazing” he grunts out, his fingers holding onto your hips in a bruising grip that has your head spining. You bite down on his plush bottom lip in retaliation making a small almost growl erupt from his chest. The sound vibrates through your body to your core making your hips flatter a bit and a whine escapes your lips.

Within the blink of an eye dean has your legs wrapped around his waist when he sits up and flips your position breaking the kiss. Laying you flat on your back with him nestled between your thighs his cock still buried deep inside you. “Dean~” your whimper morphs into a wanton moan when his hips start at a punishing pace, your slick already forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock as it pounds into you. His heavy balls smacking your ass creating an obscene noise that fills the room with your moans and his grunts. “As much as i love how you sound and wanna hear it for the rest of my life baby, you gotta be quiet sweetheart” he taunts as his hand slips up the side of your body to palm at your bouncing tits. you whine out and paw at his lower stomach and v-line almost pushing him away slightly to stop his tip from abusing that one spot deep inside you. “Mm~ I can’t, it s’good, feels too good, i needa cum” you whine out your words slurring together as the knot in your stomach tightens. “Aww well don't want the staff or other guests hearing you scream my name now do we?” He questions with a small smirk that morphs into an almost slack jawed look when your nails dig into his back and drag down. The stinging pain of you scratching at his back so hard he's almost certain you drew blood makes his hips speed up even more.

“Bite down on my shoulder to muffle yourself when you cum okay baby?” He softens a bit though his hips don't slow down, you nod desperately in understanding. “That’s my good girl” he beams at you praising you in a sweet tone making your pussy clench down on his cock.

You grab at his hand that rests on your breasts and pull it up to your neck hoping he gets the message. A smile forms on his lips as what you want registered in his head, you wanted pain the same as him. Dean didn't think he could love you anymore than he did and yet as his hand wraps around your throat his heart swells, you're the same as him, you needed the pain with the love and pleasure, he was the luckiest fucking man alive in this moment. He smirks and softly kisses your lips as he leans down and his cock somehow reaches even deeper inside you.

The new angle causes the knot in your core to snap and your high to crash into you, making you pull away from his mouth and bury your face in his shoulder. Baring your teeth you bite down a bit hard onto his shoulder to muffle your loud moans and cries as you cream on his cock. “Oh fuck yeah, there we go sweetheart good girl baby” he praises, his head going foggy in pain and pleasure as his climax hits him head on, spilling his cum deep inside you not caring about the loud noises that leave his own mouth.

→ a/n: as always this wasnt proofread and its late, whos shocked? anyway i got a bit carried away well more like a lot. this is only my second time writing for dean and i got excited i really like writing for him. It is however my first time writing smut for him so sorry if hes out of character.

[living-dead-author]

Getting covered in blood won't fix me, but it'll make me 10 times sexier