#demon!deansmut

[jawritter]

His New Toy...

Request: Hai can I request dean x reader smut with breast bondage and nipple play?? plot (if there is any) is up to you ;)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Demon!Reader

Warnings: Language, rough smut?, Titty fucking, oral female receiving, bondage, smut, this is pretty much just porn with a vague plot, im so not sorry.

Word Count: 1471

Beta'd by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid! Thanks so much hun! @deanwanddamons is working in my 1k with me so thanks so much to her as well!! Both you guys are awesome!! 😘

A/N: please do not copy my work!! Feedback is gold!! This is my first time every writing this specific type of smut, so I hope you all enjoy this one!!

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Looking around the rented room you take note of the restraints that had you bound to the bed in the shitty motel room that was attached to the bar Dean and Crowley had been sharing. 

Ropes going from your wrist, to your breast. Holding them together, while a rope worked its way almost beautifully around your waist, down your legs, and around your ankles, anchoring you to the bed. There wasn’t a chance in hell you could move if you wanted to. 

So here you were, bare, tied up, and waiting on Dean to decide if or when he was ready for another round.

The King of Hell said that his new play thing needed....Well a play thing.

He kept killing his human toys, so he needed something a little more durable but also expendable.

You had no idea it would be Dean Winchester manipulating your body and bringing both of you unsurmountable pleasure. 

You heard the door open and close, lifting your head to watch him saunter up to you. His clothes fell to the floor as he made his way to your side of the bed. His astonishing green eyes flicking to a charcoal black as his hand wrapped around his impressive, leaking length. Pumping himself slowly as he inspected his handy work. 

You wanted desperately to make a smart ass comeback, but the ball gag that he’d placed in your mouth kept you from doing so, so you resided glaring at him.

“So fucking pretty, it’s a damn shame that girl that was in that meat suit with you checked out. She was having so much fun wasn’t she. That’s why you traded up to this. No matter. Well have fun just the same.” 

You wanted to tell him that the reason you’d had to change meat suits was because he got a little excessive with the knife play in the last season, causing you to have to get another meatsuit. This time you chose one that was empty. Knowing it would last a little longer. 

Dean traced one of his long thick fingers from your throat down between your breast, stopping long enough to twist both of your nipples almost painfully, making them stand on end for him. His perfect pink tongue pressed against his teeth just enough for you to see the tip of it. 

The wheels in his mind turned as he decided what he wanted to do to you. 

Reaching under his bed he pulled out a long, black box. Laying it on the bed next to you, and digging through its contents. Your heart rate picked up as he found his goal, and pulled two shinny nipple clamps from the box. Waving them at you with that shit eating grin on his devilishly handsome face. 

“Let’s try a little something different shall we, sweetheart?” 

You could feel the slick already gathering on your thighs in anticipation of whatever Dean had in mind. He may have been the most twisted son of a bitch you had ever fucked, but he never left you disappointed. 

Your back arched as best as it could, and you groaned against the restraints as he tightened each of the gleaming metal clamps onto your stiff nipples.

Stepping back to admire his work, Dean breathed out through pursed plump lips, wetting them with his deft tongue before slipping between your legs, and lapping greedily at your clit. The sensation against your compressed nipples, combined with the bondage of your body, and his warm mouth that was now sucking and licking at your swollen sex like a man starved was almost to much to handle, and right at the end of not enough.

Pulling at the ropes you desperately wanted to wrap your legs around that pretty face of his, and pull that fluffy dirty blonde hair. Too bad that wasn’t part of his plan tonight, and you just had to take whatever he decided to give you.

He was quite enjoying himself. Bringing you right to the edge over and over again, but not quite satisfying you. Rutting his leaking cock against the mattress beneath you as he continued to feast at your pussy. 

You moaned against the little red ball that was shoved between your teeth as he drove you higher again, for the third time now. Stopping right before you reached your orgams. 

“You taste so good, baby girl. I could do this all fucking night. That’s not fair to you though is it?" His hot breath fanning over your aching pussy made your thighs twitch and your clit throb with desire. "You have been a good girl...I think I’ll let you cum on my tongue this time.”

Dean bit at your thighs teasingly before bringing his warm mouth back to your glistening sex. His tongue ruining you with every lap and suck of his mouth against your clit. 

Your legs were shaking, ragged breaths fell from your parted lips, and your body was covered with sweat. You needed more, and he knew it. Slipping two thick fingers into your waiting core as he continued his assault on your clit, he began to finger fuck you faster than should have even been possible from the position he was laying in. Curing his fingers to brush against that spot where you needed him the most and sucking you clit into his sinful mouth. 

That was all that it took. This time he let you cum, and you fell hard over the edge with a scream. Your body jerking against your restraints as your pussy clenched desperately around his digits. He worked you through it, lapping at your juices greedily, a smirk on his sinful lips. 

When you finally came down from your high Dean worked his way up your body, biting every inch of your overstimulated skin until he got to your bound breast. Twisting the nipple restraints between his fingers as he looked at you with his head turned to the side. 

Fuck, he was gorgeous, too bad he was a Winchester. It was definitely becoming a love hate relationship between the two of you.

“Alright I’m going to take the gag off in a few minutes, and you better not smoke out this time before I’m done with you, or when I find you again, I'll make sure your sexy ass gets sent to the empty. Got that, sweetheart?”

Giving him the best bitchface you could muster in your current state you nodded your head in agreement. He chuckled as he pressed his thick, leaking cock between your bound breasts and fucking himself on your chest. 

His eyes turned black again as he threw his head back in pleasure. The weeping angry, red tip of his cock poking out of the top of your cleavage with every thrust. 

You knew he wasn’t going to last long like this, every thrust getting rougher and rougher, the sinful noises that were falling from his lips made your poor abused pussy clinch around nothing. 

You wanted to bite that thick vein in his neck that was showing as he strained to hold back his own release. Trying to drag it out for himself as much as he could. 

Reaching down to your mouth he pulled at the snap holding the ball in your mouth. Freeing your mouth and helping you lift your head a little in your restrained position. Your breast bouncing with every thrust through them. The clamps pulling so deliciously with his every moment. 

“Open you mouth y/n, and swallow like a good girl.” he growled, his pace beginning to falter. His black soulless eyes boring into your own as you opened your mouth for him. 

With a loud, almost inhuman growl he came. Shooting his load across your chest and into your waiting mouth, pulling you hair painfully as he slowly fucked himself between your breasts through his release. 

Crawling off of your body, he undid the nipple clamps and started to untie your body. There was no love there like most women would have liked, there was not softness at all. He didn’t care. He got what he needed from you for right now. That’s all this was, that’s all it would ever be. He couldn’t care, it wasn’t in his nature. His soul was too twisted for love and affections. 

“Go clean yourself up like a good little bitch.” he said, jerking his jeans back into place. “I’ll be back later, and you can suck me off if you're still here, and you better be in the same meat suit. I like this one.”

You said, nothing, because toys didn’t speak, and even though you weren’t exactly happy with this assignment at first, being Dean’s toy was the most fun you’d had in ages. You would just never admit it to Crowley. 

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[jawritter]

I Kinda Like The Disease....

WattPad Request: If you could do a demon dean smut something kinky, and for the girl use the name Krystal. Or KK please.

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: Smut!, Unproteced Sex, Public Sex, Choking, Hair Pulling, Demon Dean (Yes he has his own warning.) Language, This is pretty much porn with a vague plot lol.

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine, and feedback is appreciated! If you want to be added to my tag list let me know! Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

Pairing: Demon!Dean x OFC Krystal (KK)

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Krystal and Sam had been tracking down the Demon version of Dean for months now, neither of them had gotten any closer to finding him. Dean didn’t want to be found, and Demon or human, if Dean didn’t want to be found, finding him was almost impossible. All those years of hunting, and hiding from shit that wanted to kill you had evidently paid off for him, add a supernatural ability to that, and what you have is a lost cause. 

Krystal couldn’t give up though, if they had a chance of finding and curing Dean, then that’s what she’d do, even if it killed her. 

Her search had taken her to Downtown New Orleans, Louisiana, following a lead by Garth. A man had been murdered at a gas station just outside of New Orleans by a man on the security camera fitting Dean’s description. The only problem was that the same story had been said to have happened in a town just outside of Queens, New York.. 

So that means she and Sam had to split up, and while he didn't like the idea of leaving her alone to look for his brother, she welcomed the silence. 

Sam had become increasingly annoying. Constantly trying to convince her, or himself she thought more than her, that this would all work out and  be alright, that they’d find Dean and together cure him. Then work to get that damn mark off of his arm that started all of this in the first place. 

She didn’t want to hear more “It’s all gonna work out” pep talks though, She wanted results. The rest was just words, and words didn’t mean shit. You could talk all damn day long, but until he was found and he was her Dean again they meant nothing to her.

Krystal had chosen to go to New Orleans because there was word that Crowley had also been seen there, and she was almost willing to bet that where Crowley was, Dean would be to. Sam chose New York because he said it was more “Dean’s Style of a killing.” She disagreed though. They seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

Upon arriving in New Orleans she was almost sure she had the right place. It was Mardi Gras, and this place was currently a Demon’s playground. Insecure little bitches running around nude or almost nude. Adultery, Fornication, Murder, Glutteny, all of your big time players in the deadly sin game were on full display, and Krystal knew that any Demone worth his salt would be here, and wouldn’t pass this up. 

Alas so far besides all that she’d had no luck. So she made her way through the crowded streets in search of her way back to her hotel room. People were packed shoulder to shoulder. Drinking, dancing, waiting on the parade floats to make their way through, It was loud, and disorienting. 

Just as she found her way back onto Canal street. A hand reached out from behind a dark alleyway and grabbed her, pulling her with inhuman strength towards the dark alley. 

“Hello sweetheart.”

Turning her around, and slamming her into the hard brink wall of the building she was between; she came face to face with Dean’s face and the haunting black eyes of a demon. 

He was the same, but so different. His eyes snapped back to the green she loved so much, the one that haunted her dreams at night since he’d left her, the ones she’d wanted to see more than anything. Right now they were right there in front of her, the same, but oh so different. 

He was thinner, his hair was combed over in a way that Dean would have never worn if he were himself. He cast this creepy feeling with him that made her stomach curl, and even though he wore Dean’s signature smirk, it wasn’t her Dean that was standing here before her. Looking at her like she was something to eat.

“I told you and Sammy to stop trailing me, but no, you just had to keep right on at it. Well you found me, now what? Not what you expected?” He said with a mincing chuckle, and for just a moment her blood ran cold.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, and he didn’t miss her apprehension. Tilting his head to the side he looked at her quizzically.

“Aww what's wrong baby girl? Don’t you miss me?” He didn’t give her time to answer before he had his hand wrapped in her hair. Pulling her head to the side, and exposing her neck to him. HIs teeth sinking into her pulse points, drawing  a moan out of her that even she didn’t expect. 

It had been SSSOO long since they were together, and she missed the intimacy that he’d give her if he were her Dean.

Even though he wasn’t her Dean his mouth felt the same against her sink, his hot breath fanning over hers in the night air, creating little bumps to erupt everywhere in his wake.

Arousal polled in her underwear, making her shift her legs uncomfortable. 

“You know what? I think I missed that tight little pussy more than I realized. You want me baby, want me to fuck you right here in the alley. In front of all these people that could catch us? Hmm?

She couldn’t answer, because if she was being honest. She did want him to take her right there, just to feel him inside of her, his skin on her skin, after she thought that it would never happen again. She’d give anything to have him balls deep inside of her right now. 

“KK don’t lie to yourself. You know you missed my dick… It’s right here. All you got to do is tell me you want it, and if you can keep that pretty little mouth shut while I fuck you, you can have it.”

And boy did she, she just for some reason couldn’t make her mouth form words right now.

“You know what I’m gonna take your silence as a yes” He said, snapping reaching down and pulling his belt loose, freeing his already hard cock from his boxers and jeans, forcing her hand to touch him, and she couldn’t stop the moan that fell from her lips at the feel of him in her hand again. Hardening even more under her touch.

“Too close sweetheart. That shits got to go.” 

Pulling the first blade out from nowhere he ripped her jeans right at the crotch, she can’t figure out how he didn’t slice her, but the tip of it just grazed against her throbbing clit as it slipped through her layers. Making them fall open in just the right places. 

The cold night air hitting her soaking folds as the parade music started up. Cajun music floating through the air, along with the sound of screaming drunk people.

Dean looked at the direction of the parade as the first float passed. The blade tucked away again. He put his long finger to his lips, shushing her, letting his eyes flash black for moment to reminder her exactly who she was dealing with, and that it would do her well to keep her fucking mouth shut. 

Without warning he sipped his hand around her throat and squeezed it just enough to make breathing a struggle. Running his other hand over her folds, testing to see if she could take him. When he was satisfied that she would need any prep he smirked at her. Making even more silk slip down her already soaked thighs. 

“Is all that for me KK? Miss me that much baby?” He asked her, his deep rumble almost drowned out by the music and people. “Well let’s not make you wait another minute then.”

Without that he slapped her hand away from his leaking cock and spread her legs with his thick thighs. Slamming his full length into her before she could even get her legs wrapped around him properly. Doing her best to hold onto his shoulders and bite back the screams she wanted to let escape her as he pounded into her cunt at a brutal pace.

Stretching her in a way that she’d missed so much. Hitting the spot deep down inside of her with each hard thrust that only he could hit. One hand still squeezing her throat leaving bruises and marks as he sucked at sensitive skin behind her ear adding to the sensation even more. The other hand holding up her leg to help her balance.

“So fucking tight baby?” He grunted in her ear as his hips started to falter and her world started to spin in combination of her own release and the lack of oxygen. 

“Cum for me Krystal. Now '' He growled as he spilled himself into her, and she did, her walls milking his thick length for all it would give her, his lips meeting hers. Swallowing down her moans and cries as she exploded around him.

When they both came down from their high he let go of her throat and dropped her hard to the ground, tucking himself away before kneeling down next to her. Jerking her panting form up by her hair. Making her look into his black eyes. 

“Now you and Sammy keep to your own damn business, and leave me be…” His lips met hers again in a bruising kiss. “I’ll be seeing you soon, and you better stay ready Krystal, because you never know where I’m going to show up.”

Before she could respond he disappeared. Leaving her laying alone in the dark alley, used and his cum still running down her thighs, leaking out of her. All she had left of him. 

Even though she failed to get him this time. At least she had him one more time before he left again, and couldn't help the anticipation of his return that he’d promised. 

If she had to admit it, she liked the disease maybe a little too….

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