#ruby x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

But over time, they started leaving you behind.

"It's too dangerous," Sam said.

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

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

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

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

They talked about him sometimes.

Dean.

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

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

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

Sam's soft: "Baby?"

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

You always obeyed.

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

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

The rain started two hours ago.

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

You just waited. You always waited.

The door creaked open a little after midnight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked down, cheeks burning.

"I'm not—"

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

You nodded. Her hand slid higher on your thigh.

"You're a good girl."

There had been... moments.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your breath caught. Ruby kissed just behind your ear.

"Do you want to understand, baby?"

You nodded before you knew what you were agreeing to.

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

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

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

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

Sam's mouth curled at the corner.

"That's our girl."

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

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

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

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

You woke up aching and didn't know why.

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

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

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

Now?

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

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

Their voices leaked through, low and urgent.

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

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

Silence.

Then Ruby again, slower this time. Sharper.

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

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

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

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

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

"She's here."

Your blood turned to ice.

"She's listening."

Ruby opened the door before you could run.

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

"Hi, baby."

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

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

You hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

"She should."

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

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

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

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

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

"I trust you."

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

"Good girl," she murmured.

You felt her smile against your neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like he'd been starving for a while.

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

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

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

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

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

But she just giggled—light, pretty, dangerous.

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

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

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

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

Ruby kissed you before you could think.

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

When she pulled back, you were dizzy.

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

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

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

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

And he did.

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

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

"Watch closely, baby."

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

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

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

Your breath caught.

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

You nodded, your thighs clenching together on instinct.

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

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

She pulled back and looked at you again.

"Come here, sweet thing."

You stood on shaky legs.

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

You moved without thinking.

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

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

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

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

Sam's head dropped back with a groan.

"Ruby—fuck, she doesn't—"

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

You nodded helplessly.

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

Your voice was barely a breath.

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

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

Ruby purred.

"Good girl."

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

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

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

"Fuck, she's—Ruby, I can't—"

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

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

You couldn't stop shaking.

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

You nodded, eyes fluttering.

"Yes..."

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

Your breath hitched.

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

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

"Jesus Christ..."

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

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

You whimpered. "No..."

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

Her fingers slid lower.

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

"Ruby, I need—"

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

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

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

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

"Open."

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

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

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

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

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

"You ready for more, sweet thing?"

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, dizzy and breathless.

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

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

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

"Jesus fucking Christ..."

Ruby smiled against your shoulder and whispered like a secret:

"Now ride him for real, sweet thing."

You were shaking.

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

You were soaked.

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

It was too much.

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

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

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

You swallowed hard, heart pounding.

"No..."

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

You flushed so hard your skin burned.

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

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

"God, you really are perfect."

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

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

You nodded, dazed.

"Say it."

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

"Good girl."

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

"Back," she said. "Now."

Sam didn't argue.

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

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

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

You obeyed.

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

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

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

She kissed every inch of exposed skin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your first orgasm broke over you like something sacred.

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

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

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

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

Ruby moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

Sam didn't speak.

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

His altar being you.

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

You screamed.

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

"Oh my god—S-Sam—!"

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

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

You whimpered, face twisting into something close to pain.

"It's too much..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me feel it."

You obeyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn't stop.

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

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

You sobbed. Nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked, dazed and wrecked, chest heaving.

"W-what...?"

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

You whimpered, nodding blindly.

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

Ruby smiled like the devil in silk.

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

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

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

Ruby sat up, her voice turning firm.

"Sam. Stop."

He didn't move.

"Sam."

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

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

Ruby laughed.

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

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

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

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

You sobbed. Nodded.

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

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

Sam moved fast.

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

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

You whispered it, broken.

"Yes..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's my girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam was losing it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Sam? Sam was losing it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded—desperate, dazed, ruined.

She smiled.

"Open up."

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

"Swallow it like a good girl."

You did.

Sam groaned like he might fucking die.

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

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

You nodded, sobbing.

"Mhmm—yes—yes please—feels so good—!"

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

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

Sam was gone. Gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shattered.

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

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

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

She kissed you once, slow and sweet.

"You're never leaving this bed again."

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

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

But you didn't want to move.

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

You felt claimed. Worshipped. Ruined.

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

You weren't yours anymore.

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

You just knew that it had.

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

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

After your eventful night with Ruby, the dynamic between the three of you shifted. The shift was slow, but noticeable.

Ruby started to become more physically affectionate with you, and almost teasingly so, when it was in front of Sam. At first he looked away, the muscle in his jaw twitching when she kissed you all slow and sultry. But sometimes you would catch Sam looking on and you could have sworn a tent would raise in the front of his jeans. And you would catch the way Ruby would look at you after like she knew it.

She always knew. Always

The slight upturn to her full lips, the glint in the darkness of her eyes as they darted from your face over to Sam’s. He would glower at her, but in the next minute they’d be making up like nothing had occurred in the first place. The tension had always been there, some unspoken disagreement. From what you could tell, that disagreement surrounded you

You had spent enough time around overworked college students, you being one of them, to notice the signs of addiction. Adderall, weed, alcohol, the occasional coke user. They would get jittery, twitchy, irritable. Your classmates around you presented enough of the symptoms that you could have written your senior thesis on it were you a social psych major. The whole concept of it never really appealed to you, though you consumed enough caffeine in order to counterbalance the effect of too much homework in too little time to be considered an addiction.

The point was, you could acknowledge the symptoms. And you could see them in Sam. The shakiness of his large hands as he typed away at his computer, the hyperness like a kid who had eaten too much Halloween candy. But most of all the irritability, his growing tendency to snap at you over little things. Then it would all disappear, and he would be back to his normal self, kissing the side of your head before he and Ruby went out to follow up on their lead. And like the ebb and flow of the addiction cycle, he would be back on his bullshit within the week. Sometimes Ruby would placate his frustration, a hand on his arm and featherlight kiss to his jaw, words too low for you to discern were whispered into his ear. 

You felt left out in those moments, hurt that some woman—demon—could hold his ear so tightly when you had known him for nearly 4 years. He didn’t owe you anything, you knew that. You weren’t his mother, his sister, or his girlfriend. But you were his friend, his best friend, and in your mind that gave you some level over her. However, having felt the ‘Ruby Effect’ on multiple occasions, you gave Sam some slack regardless of if he deserved it or not. 

There was no clue, no inkling you had to what, exactly, Sam’s fix of choice was. He didn’t stink of weed or alcohol, he definitely was not the type to do hard drugs, and you had never seen Sam Winchester, the boy genius, take Adderall or any other ADHD medication. He could focus just fine without the stimulant; You had a sneaking suspicion hunting was his stimulant. As far as what got his boxers in a twist, you were completely in the dark, which was a place you hated to be in. 

You weren’t a therapist. You had no idea how to approach the issue, but you were concerned for your friend. Ruby didn’t seem to make the problems any better either. If anything, she seemed to feed the addiction. Her careful smile, her reverent hands and honeyed words. Every time you gathered the courage to say something, anything, one or both of them gave you that too-soft look that had you forgetting any and all of your worries. 

It’s true what they say. When the good times are good, they are very good. It overshadows all the little doubts and insecurities. So despite the shift from mutual friendship became something other, you were too blissed out most of the time and caught up in the cases they placed on you. 

You couldn’t be concerned into what happened behind the loosely closed doors when you were in the bathroom or the conversations that stopped abruptly after coming in from a coffee run when your nose was practically being shoved into the computer or into the lore books. You tried to pretend it wasn’t intentional. 

Maybe it wasn’t, but you liked to think you had enough agency to recognize when you were being misdirected away from something. Something important. But every time you got close, something came in and broke the focus. 

You’d find out soon enough, though. 

Laying on the lumpy and uncomfortable mattress, you had been flipping through a comic book you picked up in the last city you guys stopped in when the two of them came trudging through the door looking worse for wear. Both covered in blood, a combination of their own and whatever thing they had killed. Sam had a few minor knicks but nothing major, and Ruby as usual was unscathed.

Ruby had greeted you first, leaning over the side of the bed to cup your face with a blood-encrusted hand tipping your head upwards. She hadn’t had blood on her lips that you saw, but you still tasted the coppery tang on her tongue as she opened your mouth with her own. The kiss knocked you breathless, her affection being wholly unexpected. 

From the other end of the room, you heard Sam clear his throat before the thump of him slumping down into one of the chairs at the table. Ruby pulled away first, smiling as she carded her nails through your hair. 

“You wanna patch Sam up while I shower, pretty girl?” She crooned, fingers tangling in your hair. 

You closed the comic book, setting it to the side. “Yeah. I’ll grab the med kit.” 

She nodded her approval, moving like an apparition as she disappeared into the bathroom. The med kit was set up on the table before Sam could even get his sliced and bloody shirt over his head.

“Bad, huh?” You asked, grabbing a thick stack of gauze and the bottle of rubbing alcohol. 

“Nothing we couldn’t handle.” He responded as you shifted closer. 

Pulling your seat up as close as you could, your legs tangled with his. Dousing the gauze square in the strong smelling liquid you tried not to dwell on how very shirtless he was. Sure, you had seen him shirtless plenty of times before, both when you both lived normal civilian lives and while hunting. But after everything had seemed to shift, to change, it hung heavy. The way he always held eye contact felt charged now, especially as you leaned in to swipe the alcohol soaked cotton square around the raised and puckered slices in his skin. Whatever got its claws in him had left behind small cuts along his chest and shoulders, but thankfully they were all very shallow, but not much was to be said about the cuts themselves.

“You’re lucky you don’t need stitches.” You muttered, brows furrowing in concentration. “These edges are jagged as hell. I’d be a bitch to sew back together.”

Sam hissed through clenched jaw. “Don’t feel that lucky right now, baby.” 

Your movements faltered as he spoke. He never called you by a pet name. It was your name or a derivative nickname. But after the momentary pause, you continued onward, swiping the dried and crusted blood from his skin. Though, your heart kept stuttering, the strained way he called you ‘baby’ playing on a loop. 

Sighing, you tossed the now ruddish red stained gauze pad into the plastic grocery bag and doused another one. “You’re alive. That’s lucky enough on its own.”

“‘Course I am.” You felt and saw him shift under your touch, putting two fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to his. “Couldn’t leave you all alone, now could I?”

Jesus. It really did smack you across the face sometimes that gone was the awkward, shaggy haired boy you went to undergrad with. Between the velvet-rich of his voice and the hard planes of his muscles, it was a man who you were cleaning blood off of, taking that boys place. 

For an instant, the world around you froze in place, everything falling into the background as Sam leaned in. He moved slow and calculated, and you dared not move. The soft lines of his face still existed there, drawing your eye as his drifted from your eyes down to your lips. 

You couldn’t breathe, chest tight and hands trembling. No longer sure of anything, you didn’t move a hair. Even if you really wanted to, you didn’t think you were capable of it anyway. Nor would you really even want to. 

But like shooting a witch, the spell was broken as the pipes rattled, signalling Ruby getting into the shower. And just like that, the moment had passed. Sam leaned back, running a hand through his hair. There was a wild in his eyes when he blinked back at you. An edge that bordered on unhinged. It was the same look your classmates used to have when they needed a fix, but darker with something you couldn’t quite place. 

“I can finish up here. Why don’t you run and grab us some food?” Your heart dropped, so did your hand with the gauze from his chest. “I think we were talking about chinese”

Tugging the inside of your lip between your teeth, you retreated from his space, breaking your line of sight from that heated gaze. Moving the gauze, alcohol and bandages within his reach, you stood. You turned to walk away, to grab your shoes and your coat, but his hand on your wrist stopped you. 

“Sam.”  You breathed, turning to face him. 

You watched transfixed as he cradled your wrist, bringing your hand up to his mouth. Swallowing hard as his lips, soft and warm, brushed a kiss to the back of your hand across your knuckles. It was the barest hint of skin on skin, but it still had your breath catching in your throat. 

But then, in true Sam Winchester, puppy dog given human form, fashion, he let your wrist fall softly back to your side with a gentle look. 

“Be safe.” He said, like he hadn’t just made your heart stall in your chest. 

You turned away, face on fire, to grab your coat and shoes. As you laced up your shoes and slung your coat over your shoulders, it became a task of convincing yourself you were simply fulfilling his request, and not retreating from the weight behind his actions. 

Taking your sweet time, you walked down to the restaurant. You didn’t leave the motel very often, a long ago decision being made that you were better suited to stay at the room and run interference for law enforcement or do lore research. But on the rare occasions you did, like this one, it was nice to get out of the room and into the fresh air—connect with society beyond the librarians and the clerks at the front desk of whatever motel you were staying at. 

The dinner rush was just ending as you placed your order, but despite that it didn’t take long for the woman to bring your food, piled into a paper bag, back up to the front.

On an autopilot fueled by the aroma of chinese food, you didn’t register that you were back at the door to the room until you had to pull your key from your pocket. It was the only one on the ring, and it slid into the lock effortlessly. 

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the door. Sure, you knew that Sam and Ruby were intimate. You heard enough of it when they thought you were asleep. But seeing it was another thing, and this was definitely another scenario all together. 

You felt your lips part, jaw going slightly slack as you took in the sight before you. Ruby sat perched on Sam’s lap in nothing but a towel, head fallen back in bliss as Sam bowed his head where his mouth was wrapped around the inside of Ruby’s wrist. 

Catching the bag of food before it could slip from your surprised-losened grip, you stuttered. “S-sorry. I-I, uh, I can just leave this here and—uh, go wait in the car. Um, sorry.”

You set the food bag down on the table beside the door and was halfway back out of the room, your face burning and heart pounding, among other parts of you, when Ruby called out after you.

“It’s alright, baby.” Her voice was thick and slightly slurred. “C’mere.”

Turning, you considered her offer. 

Then Sam cut in, voice harsh. “Ruby! No.”

You saw it then, the red around his mouth, the cut along Ruby’s forearm. No idea why, the background as to why Sam had gone full Cullen, but it clicked in your brain. His drug of choice.

She leveled a sultry look at him, cocking her head to the side as she brushed her other hand over his face, pushing his floppy bangs to the side, his head following. 

“C’mon, Sam. About time she got the full experience.” Her thumb dragged across his lips, the blood smearing across his cheek and the broad sweep of his jaw. 

“No.” He groaned, though with less conviction than the first time. “She’s not ready.”

“Sam.” Ruby said almost in a whine. “Please? And shouldn’t she decide for herself?”

You felt yourself shrink by a couple inches when they both looked over at you. Two pairs of dark eyes fixated on you, both pleading and wanting. Sam with his puppy dog eyes you could never say no to, and Ruby who looked less innocent but just as desperate to have you again; a small stirring swirled in your belly and you swallowed hard, stepping fully back into the room and shut the door behind you.

How you ended up on the bed was a blur. 

One second you were standing by the door, the next you were here, back flush to the bed with Sam’s lips on yours, large body covering your own, and Ruby to the left side of you, her mouth busied on your neck.

Sam was everything you had dreamed of and more. His mouth hot and warm, tongue sweeping across the seam of your lips to request access, which, naturally, you gave him. Your thighs were kept parted by his trim waist, your legs wrapping lazily around the backs of his thighs. He was soft but intense—desperate—just like how you imagined he would be. The taste of copper still clung to his mouth in faint traces and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. 

You had lost your coat somewhere along the way, and you vaguely remembered Sam tugging your boots off before crawling up your body to capture your mouth. Ruby’s hand was teasing under the thin hem of your tanktop, and you could feel your nipples start to harden, poking through the thin material. 

She sucked and kissed and licked at your neck, your shoulder, and you knew you’d be marked to Hell come morning. You didn’t care. Not one bit. Not with the way with each mark, each kiss, each brush of her tongue against your racing pulse you found yourself becoming wetter beneath your jeans and panties. 

One of your hands had tangled in Sam’s shaggy hair, the other Ruby had guided to her own body. The angle was too awkward to really do much with, but still you ran your palm over her stomach, her side and around to her ass. She was breathing unevenly against your skin, so you figured you must be doing something right. 

Between the sounds she was making and Sam kissing you like he could crawl inside your mouth and curl up inside, your hips around against him seeking any kind of friction, and boy did you get some. A thick bulge lay against the spot between your hip and thigh. You could have guessed he was big from the few glances you caught, but feeling it against your body was a whole other thing. 

“Sure you wanna do this?” Sam grunted as he pulled away to kneel between your legs. 

Immediately you missed his warmth overtop you, the plush of his lips on yours. But as his hands ghosted across the space where your jeans met your hips, you found you could live with it. 

“Are you?” You countered, watching the exchange of glances between him and Ruby.

His thick fingers slipped the tiniest bit under the waistband, running them back and forth. There was something in the way he looked at you, like you laying there with Ruby nuzzled into your neck, made everything complete. You could say exactly when the last bit of resolve faded, and he gave into Ruby’s scheme.

“I am if you are.” He bent in on himself to press a kiss to the skin of your belly that had been exposed from Ruby gradually easing your tank up to rest under your breasts. “Take care ‘a you if you are.”

You nodded once. “Then fuck me like you mean it, Sammy.”

From against your neck, you could feel Ruby smile into you. “That’s our smart girl.”

As Sam got your jeans down your legs, Ruby helped you sit up, pulling the material of your tank top up and over your head. 

“So pretty.” She murmured, easing you back against the pillows. 

She leaned down, the warmth of her breath ghosting over your breast seconds before she groped at it, her mouth closing over your nipple. A ragged moan tore from your lungs, back arching your chest into her mouth. 

You did your best to help Sam shimmy your jeans over your ass, tugging them down your thighs. Your underwear followed closely behind, the elastic giving easier around your curves than the denim. Even naked, the damp cold that had permeated into the room couldn’t touch your feverish body now. 

You cracked your eye open to watch as Sam pull his shirt over his head with a smooth movement. As he tossed it to the side, presumably where your clothes were now, he caught you staring. The grin he shot you was shy, but even through the blush across his tan skin a bit of cock-sureness glowed through. He was hot, and he damn well knew it. 

His jeans are quick work under his swift fingers, falling to the floor too, the worn-out elastic of his boxer-shorts hanging low on his hips. With just that material left, there is basically nothing to hide his erection tenting the material.

It wasn’t like you could forget just how massive he was. He stood at 6’4 and was all muscle, you were sure anyone short of a giant would feel tiny next to him. But when his hand wrapped around your calf, it really hit you just how big the difference really was.

Ruby had deposited you as far up the bed as she could and to the right side, the top of your head inches from the headboard, but Sam still laid awkwardly half-on-half-off the bed. But he didn’t seem to mind as he brought his head between your thighs. His hot tongue licked a stripe along your inner thigh, and you felt your mind fracture. He traced that line upwards, over the crease of your thigh to where you wanted him most. 

Another shocked moan slipped between your parted lips as he dragged another hot line with his tongue over your pussy. Hand shooting to his hair, your hips bucked up. The dark chuckle against your core that followed sent vibrations directly onto your clit. Between Ruby at your chest and him between your legs, part of you wondered if you had died on your way back to the motel from the chinese restaurant and you were in heaven. 

“He makin’ you feel good, pretty girl?” Ruby crooned, pulling off your chest with a wet pop. 

“Y-yeah.” You moaned, a sound that was shortly muffled as her lips. 

It was like they were one person, one mind, as Ruby licked into your mouth in the same second that Sam sucked your clit into his mouth. Every pleasurable nerve was on fire, and that subtle stirring had roared to life low in your belly. 

“God, Ruby, she’s so soaked right now.”

Ruby had eaten you out harshly, lips and teeth and tongue moving against you with precision. Her goal was to make you cum, to get you to be hers. 

Sam couldn’t have been any more different.

He was sloppy and messy. He shoved his entire face into your pussy, slicking you up with his tongue and lips. You were sure whenever he would pull off of you, that his entire chin would be covered in a mix of your slick and his spit. But for right now, he stayed planted down there, making out with your clit. 

It wasn’t long before that coil in your belly started to tighten. You tried to warn him, but Ruby had your mouth captive with her own. With the way Sam wrapped an arm around your hips, you figured he got the memo, whether it be from the ragged and uneven breaths or the way you squirmed harder under his mouth or the way your clit throbbed against his tongue. However he knew, he was ready when your body seized as the first orgasm hit you like lightning. 

You still weren’t used to the way it felt, like a shockwave through your core. The ragged moans that came with it didn’t even sound human, but you were too blissed out to even care. Sam worked you through your orgasm, licking and sucking, each kiss across your clit adding the smallest amount of suction against your pulsating clit. 

Ruby broke the kiss first, leaning back. Somehow you managed to open your eyes, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Sure enough, as Sam sat up from between your legs, you could see in the soft lamplight, the glistening of your arousal and his saliva coating his mouth and chin. 

You took the time to pull air back into your lungs as they both climbed off the bed. Pussy throbbing, you watched as Ruby approached Sam who still stood at the end of the bed. He moved fast, leaning down to kiss her deeply. There was no doubt she could taste you on his lips, his tongue. That thought had another flood of arousal pooling low in your belly. 

As erotic as that visual was, it was topped by how Ruby turned her attention to you. She climbed onto the bed, crawling up to take Sam’s place. Your thighs rested solidly over her shoulders, muscled arm wrapping around your hip to lay flat on your lower belly. As Ruby refamiliarizes herself with your thighs, fingers tracing lines that her lips follow, Sam comes up to your side. Recognition of what is to come flashes across your mind but it doesn’t truly register until he is moving to kneel beside your head. 

Saliva floods your mouth as he tugs the material down his thick thighs. The proud length of his cock springs free and you blink. 

“There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.” You say, causing them both to chuckle.

“We’ll make sure you’re ready, baby.” Ruby says all soft and assured as she kisses between your legs that spot right above your clit. 

Sam reaches out, brushing your hair back from your face. “I know you can do it, baby. We’ll start slow. Won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

Reluctantly, you nod. 

What he says is true. He’s never hurt you, not intentionally anyway. With how wet you are already, and how Ruby is eyeing your pussy like a four-course meal, something in the back of your mind tells you you’ll be more than ready to take him when the time comes. 

“Good girl.” Sam praises, his words having their desired effect on your nervous system. 

Ruby begins first. The difference is palpable, but no less pleasurable. Her tongue moves in swift and sure strokes against your sensitive clit. Your mouth falls open again in a silent moan. From your immediate right, Sam takes his thick cock in his fist, stroking it a few times before he shuffles closer to your head. 

Again, the thought of how the fuck it is gonna fit inside your pussy let alone your mouth, but still you lean in to close the gap. You have no idea how to suck cock, let alone how to suck Sam’s cock. 

Deciding to start easy, you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock. The groan that follows feeds your confidence and you do it again with more pressure this time as you drag it up the length of him. One of your hands tangles in Ruby’s hair as she continues to suck at your clit, the other you quickly spit into, giving his cock an experimental stroke before wrapping it around the base.

“Harder, sweet girl.” He grunts. “Don’t be shy with me.”

You do as he requests, earning yourself a strained moan. Gripping him tighter, you stroke him again, further spreading your spit along his shaft before you close your lips around the head of him. The strangled sound that comes from him almost makes you stop, but the shallow thrust forward leads you to believe that it’s a good thing. A large hand reaches out to thread through your hair, slowly guiding you up and down his cock. 

Body shuddering, a moan travels from your tongue to his cock as you feel Ruby slid two fingers through the slickness of your pussy before pushing them inside. You roll your hips against her mouth, against the feeling of her fingers knuckle deep inside you. Sam keeps your head moving in shallow bobs, the weight of his cock laying against your tongue as he slides himself further into your mouth until he brushes against the back of your throat. The sensation causes you to gag and immediately he retreats. 

“Sorry, baby.” He apologizes, leaving only the head of him on your tongue. 

You hum, indicating that it is okay for him to move again. Diligently, he starts again and this time you slide your hand along his cock for whatever length doesn’t fit in your mouth. The spit in your mouth grows viscous, some of it escaping out the side of your mouth as you moan around him. Ruby knows every single button to push to have you a keening and moaning mess under her ministrations. Her fingers slide in and out of you easily, so much so you feel the stretch of a third being added alongside the others. 

You feel so full, but as your jaw begins to ache around Sam’s cock, you know that it’s gonna be nothing compared to what’s next. Ruby’s other hand smooths over your lower belly, adding a little pressure so you can really feel the way her fingers work in and out of you, curling up to brush against the sensitive spot. 

Overwhelming, is the word you’d use to explain the onslaught of pleasure coming from every part of you. Sam’s moans above you are hotter than Hell, even more so is his desperate restraint to the point you can feel him shaking, and Ruby’s dexterously sinful fingers and tongue having you barreling towards another climax. It causes your chest to tighten, your thighs closing further around her head. Closer and closer she pushes you to that edge, easier than the first time due to how sensitive the first orgasm made you. 

Before you can register everything, another blinding orgasm rocks through you. You moan loudly onto Sam’s cock, your body going rigid against the bed as Ruby works her fingers in and out of you keeping the sensations rolling through you in great waves. 

You are shaking by the time Sam pulls his cock from your mouth and Ruby pulls her fingers from your pussy. So much. So many feelings coexist in your body right now. But clearly they aren’t done with you, not as they switch positions again. This time, Ruby stops before getting on the bed. Still blissed out, you are confused as to what’s happening until she leans down into a pile of her discarded clothes from earlier and pulls a switchblade from them. Panic sweeps through your chest as you watch, but nothing comes from your lips. Nothing comes to your brain.

“A deal is a deal.” She said to Sam. 

As if sensing your fear, she turns to you. “This isn’t for you sweet girl. Remember, we aren’t gonna hurt you.”

You swallow thickly, but say nothing. Some part of you believes her, but still a cold edge slithers up your spine as she brings the knife up. The cut on her arm, which has long since stopped bleeding and is little more than a scratch now, the blood on Sam’s lips. It all makes more sense now. 

“Okay.” You breathe, little more than a whisper. 

“Good girl.” She coos as she climbs onto the bed next to you. 

Sam is back kneeling between your thighs like a sinner at the altar, big hands spanning across your thighs. 

As Ruby brings the knife to her wrist you want to look away. You try to, but it’s a futile attempt. Enraptured, you watch as the gleam of silver slices slowly across the inside of her lower arm. Crimson pools up in fat beads, but yet Sam doesn’t move. He kneels there transfixed, watching the blood well up. It isn’t until it’s dripping down her arm and onto your stomach does he break out of whatever trance he was under. A good bit of it coats your belly, settling in the dips. It’s warm and wet and you’re caught between panic and arousal. 

You watch on as Sam grips onto her arm, bringing it to his mouth. He licks the trail of blood from where it dripped down her arm to where the cut is, wrapping his lips around it. Ruby’s head falls back and she closes the blade, tossing it back to where she grabbed it from. A soft moan sounds from her lips as Sam licks the blood from the wound. 

Once the bleeding has stopped, the wound already starting to stitch itself closed, he pulls away. His eyes are darker than you have ever seen them, and you think you begin to understand a little more. 

A gasp parts your lips as Sam dips low, tongue trailing along your belly. He laps at the blood coating your stomach, smearing red along your skin as it saturates his tongue. It doesn’t take long for him to clean you of her blood, only streaks of red left along your stomach.

“Almost there, pretty girl.” Ruby says to you as she moves to kneel above your face. “Ready for the grand finale?”

“Yes.” You nod, and you know you have fallen under the same spell as Sam, but you can’t be bothered to care, not as Ruby lowers herself down onto your face. 

She is already soaking by the time your tongue makes contact with her pussy. Your inexperience didn’t stop at sucking dick, it also extended to eating pussy, so you tried your best to recreate what she and Sam did for you. You started with open mouthed kisses along her clit. Reaching up, you curled your hands around her thighs, the tips of your fingers digging into the plush and muscle. 

Your entire body jolted as you felt Sam guide the blunt head of his cock through your soaked pussy. Then, it caught on your entrance and your breath was knocked from your lungs. You tried to keep your movements on Ruby’s pussy consistent, but the stretch and pressure of Sam slowly pushing himself inside you gave you pause. 

“Go easy, Sam. Don’t wanna break our sweet girl.” Ruby moans from above you.

“Tryin’” He groaned, pulling his cock out just to slide it back in again and sending himself in deeper a few inches. “So tight, baby.”

Ruby, evidently impatient at your halting, started to grind down on your mouth. The movement shocks you back into yourself as you work with her movements. Finally, Sam hit the wall where he couldn’t go any deeper, and you had never felt so full in your life, his length splitting you open right down the center. And when he started to move, it was a conscious effort to keep licking and kissing at Ruby’s core. 

He started slow, keeping them long and even. Sam’s choked sounds met your ears even through Ruby’s thighs bracketing your ears. Hers harmonized with his, desperate and full as she ground her hips on your face. 

You felt her lean forward, the angle of which she sat changing as she did. Then you felt her fingers against your clit, working in circles as Sam fucked into you. So so so much. You felt yourself tighten around Sam’s cock. Clearly he did too from the way his hand shot to your hip, your name falling from his lips roughly. He sounded wrecked, and you sure you did too against Ruby’s core. 

Her hips started to shudder around your shoulders, and you clung to her. When her climax spread through your body, she tensed above you, a loud moan echoing through the room. You weren’t sure you heard a prettier sound. 

She stayed bent over your body, her pussy no longer pressed to your face. You could feel her arousal coat your mouth and chin and you licked your lips, wiping whatever was left with your hand. Then her mouth closed around your clit and you cried out, gripping back onto her thighs.

“Don’t know how much longer I can last, pretty girl.” Sam panted. “Fuck, she’s so tight, Ruby. Feels so good.”

Ruby moaned against your pussy and you felt your walls start to clamp down around his cock. Between their joined efforts, you felt that coil tightening rapidly and then it snapped. Darkness clouded your vision as your back arched clear off the bed. You moaned incoherently, it could have been her name, his, a mix of both. 

You didn’t know. 

You didn’t care. 

Not as Sam thrust into you a little harder, the tempo becoming erratic as he chased his own high. Ruby slid off of you, laying directly beside you, her hand running up and down your thigh. Pink tinged her cheeks in a postcoital glow, both of you watching as Sam fucked into you. His breaths were punctuated with moans, each one growing more and more desperate until he pulled out of you completely.

Then Ruby was there, her mouth instantly around his cock, taking him deep into her mouth. You marveled, as Sam gripped her hair hard enough to make your own head hurt as he came. It was a wrecked sound, one you wanted to hear again. His hips stuttered into her mouth until you could see his balls stop throbbing. She pulled off his cock, licking whatever spilled from the sides of her mouth. 

Then Ruby was curled against one side of you, then Sam laid out on the other side and you were so warm. Complete. Sam pressed a kiss to your temple, Ruby pressed one to your shoulder.

“So good, baby.” She crooned.

“Holy…shit.” You panted, and Sam laughed.

“Just you wait , baby.” He pressed another kiss to your hairline. “This is just the beginning for us.”

And this time, you listened. 

It started with a small darkness curling into your chest the second you laid eyes on her. A sweetly serpentine smile, voice like honey as she welcomed you into the motel room. All dark hair, dark eyes and a captivating personality, Ruby drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Sam,” She admonished as she came up to you, taking your hands in hers and looking you up and down. “You didn’t tell me she was so pretty.”

Heat blossomed in your cheeks and you ducked your head, unsure of how to respond. Or if you even needed to.

“And shy.” She grinned.

Sam grumbled something under his breath. You missed most of it, his words too low to be coherent, but caught ‘Better than pretty’ near the tail end of it. He walked up to her, taking hold of her chin. Something peculiar stirred in your brain, in your belly, as you watched him tilt her head up into a heated kiss.

Sam had initiated the kiss, but it was evident that he was not the one in control here. His gaze too hungry, kiss too desperate. But your eyes were drawn to Ruby, meeting his heated fervor with icy calm. You could have sworn a look of satisfaction passed over her but you blinked and it was gone, and replaced by complacent bliss. 

He pulled away from her, blinking at you like he had temporarily forgotten you were even standing there before stalking off to the bathroom. You flinched at the force used to slam the door shut, the resounding slam reverberating into your bones. 

With sharp eyes, Ruby considered you like she knew every thought in your head.

Maybe she did. 

You knew what she was. Sam had divulged who—what—she was, whispering it like it was some privileged information. At first, you had been wary, unsure of the implications. A hunter, and you—a friend from his days at Stanford with an undergraduate degree in Classics and Medieval Studies whose world got turned upside down at the revelation that most of the stories you spent countless nights studying were real—working with a demon. But when you finally saw her, spoke to her, you understood a little better why Sam had stuck around

“Don’t mind him.” Ruby had said sweetly, though a little exasperated. “He’s just in a mood cause Dean is derailing our plans.”

She had placed a hand on your arm, guiding you into the room and, as you knew it now, into her trap. That marked the beginning of the end. The end of your innocence, anyway. 

You studied demons in your classes, learned about them through lectures, readings and pure interest. Nothing compared to the real thing, and nothing could have prepared you for this. For her. 

You were a far cry from typical hunter material. Lacking Sam’s ‘Big and Tall’ stature and Ruby’s light and agile footwork, the role you would play came into question. Ultimately, it was decided that given your knowledge of folklore and history, your particular skillset would be better suited for lore research. It kept you in the motel room with only Sam’s laptop and the few textbooks you had for company. You wanted to help, to learn, to not be useless. Sam had been for it, but it was Ruby who had insisted otherwise. 

“Need to keep you safe.” She had reasoned in that honey-sweet voice, stroking your hair as you laid your head in her lap, the both of you lounged on the bed. “Such a smart girl. Don’t want to get you dirty.”

Seeing the wounds left behind when they came home, the mottled skin, the blood saturating clothes, the gritted teeth as thread sewed jagged cuts closed, you decided it wasn’t a stance that was hard to concede. You were safer in the room, nose tucked into your books, helping them from afar. And unless the monsters in Dungeons and Dragons also appeared in this reality, you were safe from said books growing teeth and attacking you.

You didn’t know when the change happened. When you started feeling less like an intrusion into their dynamic and started feeling more like something else. 

All you knew is that you hated the way they spent days gone without so much as a phone call or text back when you got them the lore they had been begging for just hours earlier. You didn’t know if they were alive or dead until they walked back through the door. 

You hated the way that no matter how angry you got at them for it, for leaving you here, leaving you in the dark, that fire in your chest extinguished the second the walked back through that door. How Sam gave you this look, puppy-dog eyed with with apologies and Ruby with swift excuses and harsh comments. Not to you or about you, but about the things they’d seen, the things they’d killed. 

Fear shot through you every time she illustrated what, exactly, was out there. You hadn’t seen it firsthand, the only knowledge that the monsters in your fairytales existed was through stories and the writings of John Winchester’s journal. That fear, it doubled when they came back battered and bruised, Sam with a far-away expression and Ruby with a wild kind of fire and cunning.

Those nights, when they thought you were asleep in the other Queen sized bed, you could hear them not 10 feet from you. Her breathy sounds, his soft grunts, and the rustle of sheets. You had to fight to keep your breathing even, clenching your thighs together against the throbbing between them as you focused on the low hum of the A/C, the wind outside, the couple in the next room over yelling and screaming loud enough to be heard through the walls. Something, anything, to distract from the sounds Ruby would make. 

All of it kept you complacent, despite how impatient Ruby was becoming. Sam was stressed more, hair mussed like he had been running his hands through it, eyes red like he hadn’t slept in days. He looked strung out, for all intents and purposes. Some days were better than others, but both of them were chomping at the bit to move forward, to get answers no matter what it took. They stayed out more, coming back with more injuries that had your heart seizing in your chest. 

The worst was when Sam would go on these tired-angry tirades about his brother, slamming his fists against the tables or walls like he could pound sense into Dean. Your heart would race in your chest, curling up on the bed or retreating to the bathroom. They made it clear it wasn’t your problem, that you weren’t the problem. Ruby would sidle up behind him, spanning her gracile hands across his broad back, heaving with enraged breaths. Some soft words, too quiet for you to hear, and he deflated, at least for the time being.

Eight days. They’d been gone for eight days. Ruby had texted you two days ago telling you they were heading back to you.

You couldn’t sleep, curled up in your bed in a nest of rumpled sheets and uncomfortable pillows, bathed in the glow of the small box tv set up on the dresser. Some game show, the only thing on besides talkshows and M*A*S*H reruns at this hour, played lowly. Canned laughter and neon echoed through the space. You had turned it on for background noise, for distraction, but all it had done was amplify how empty the room was. How empty you were without them here. Without her. 

Somewhere around the 1AM mark you heard a familiar engine pull up outside followed by the jingling of keys in the lock. That alone had your heart jumping in your chest. And you weren’t sure you liked the way your mood brightened, a lightness replacing the weight on your chest that always sat there when they were gone. You popped up, sitting upright against the wall as the door eased open, Ruby’s face on the other side. 

“Where’s Sam?” You asked, craning your head expecting his tall frame to come trudging in behind her.

But the door shut behind her, Ruby double-checking the locks before turning to you. The panic started to set in, the worst coming to mind. He was dead. Killed by some monster. Chest growing tight once more, you searched her face for an answer. Quickly, though, the anxiety lifted. Her easy smile and confident air instantly soothed you as she tugged her jacket off to toss it over one of the chairs.

“He’s sorting some stuff out with Dean.” She explained, walking over to the fridge. “Just gonna be you and I tonight, sweet girl.”

Your mouth went dry, tongue sticking to the roof as the dark-haired woman bent over to access the minifridge. Straightening, coming back up with one of the beers she and Sam had stashed in there, and a smirk, eyebrows raised at where your attention had been fixated. 

Dropping your gaze, you brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your shins. Not expecting them back yet, you hadn't bothered to really dress. One of Sam’s old shirts served as a nightie, bathing you in blindingly white cotton, swallowing you to your midthighs. A thin pair of cotton underwear was all that covered your bottom half. 

“It’s alright, baby. You can look.” She laughed and you suppressed the shiver that it sent dripping down your spine and in between your thighs. 

“Do you want one?” She held up the can.

You shook your head. “Never had one. Wasn’t really my thing.”

Her dark eyes flared wide at that. “Never?”

Something like delight passed over her and felt a warmth growing within you. Toeing off her boots, she kicked them to the side before approaching you. The bed dipped beneath her svelte frame as she climbed into the bed beside you, her dark eyes, dark hair, and dark clothes like an inkstain against the sheets. 

You didn’t know why your heart was thumping so hard in your chest, but something had shifted in the stale air of the motel room. The warmth from her body radiated off onto yours, her perfume wafting over you. Spiced, sweet, and familiar. Intoxicating. Why did you need to get drunk when she was right there?

She popped the tab of the beer open with a loud crack. Enraptured, you watched as she brought the can to her mouth, tongue darting out to lick away the foam that had spilled onto the edge. Her lips pressed against the lid, taking a long drink.

“Your turn.” She turned to you, licking the froth from her lips. 

You reached out, intending to grab the can but she pulled it back, making a disapproving noise. Instead she shuffled closer, turning to face you further. Her body pressed against the side of yours, as she lifted the can to your mouth. The aluminum was strikingly cold against your lips, but you managed to not shy away from it. The beer flowed into your mouth, a peculiar taste. But she didn’t stop pouring. 

You tried to swallow most of it, but some still leaked out around the corners of your mouth, down your chin to your neck and your shirt. Only then did she pull the can away, giving you a look of concern. It was tainted with something else, but you were too concerned with the way the cold liquid was sliding down your neck. 

“Someone got a little messy, huh?” She leaned across you to place the can on the nightstand. 

You expected her to pull away. At this point, you should have known better that nothing was going as expected. No one could predict what she was going to do. You weren’t even sure she knew what she was gonna do until she did it.

She didn’t pull away. No, she threw one leg over your own until she was straddling your lap. On instinct your hands went to her waist, looking at her with confusion. 

“Gotta clean you up.” She murmured like this was the most normal thing as she leaned in. 

You couldn’t breath, going stiff and boneless as her tongue lapped at your skin, retracing the lines of beer up to your jaw, your chin. But she didn’t stop there, but you were sure your heart did as her mouth closed over yours. Your eyes fluttered shut into the kiss, leaning into the way she devoured you. Her palm sat flush against your cheek, thumb brushing against your chin keeping you captive to her mouth, to her will. 

A small sound escaped you as she pulled away. Dark eyes gazed back at you, dropping from your mouth to the shirt you wore, the liquid seeping into the white fabric. 

“Ruby.” You breathed. “Sam—”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She reasoned in a tone that said that there was no room for further discussion. “Besides, we’re just having a little fun, right?”

Mouth open ready to say something, anything, but you found yourself without a reason to say no. So you closed it, nodding. 

“Good girl.” Clearly you had made the right choice. “Why don’t we get you out of this, hmm?”

She fingered the hem of the shirt. It came off easily enough, leaving you in just your underwear. Blushing hard, you fought off the urge to cover yourself from her attention. Surveying you, you heard her murmur something like ‘much better’ before she leaned over to grab the almost empty beer can.

You looked up at her, sure your eyes were wide and lust filled. The weight of her on your lap felt right, the sinful curves fitting perfectly under your hands. 

“Open your mouth, sweet girl.” She caressed the side of your face, hand chilled and damp from the condensation of the can. “Got a surprise.”

Dutifully, albeit a little confused, you leaned your head back and opened your mouth. Ruby smiled like you’d never seen her smile before. Sharp and satisfied like a spider that had just caught a fly in its web. 

Her head tipped back, inky black hair spilling across her back, as she poured the rest of the beer into her mouth. You caught on at the last second, that hand on your face gentle but firm as she brought her lips to yours, letting the beer and her spit flow into your mouth. This time, you had more of a chance to actually taste the beer. Beyond the earthy hops, you could taste her. You swished it around in your mouth, your tongue, before swallowing. 

You could see the exact moment something clicked, or broke, or snapped. One second she was watching you fervently, the next her mouth was slotted back over yours. She groaned into your mouth, fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. She was unrelenting, like she wanted to crawl inside your mouth and curl up on your tongue. 

Doing your best to keep up, you dragged your trembling hands, unsure and anxious, up her ribcage, over the dark plum-colored t-shirt that was snug to her body. That warmth that had blossomed low in your belly the second she had leveled that delighted grin in your direction grew when she pulled away chest heaving.

“What's wrong, baby?” Her hands rubbing up and down your arms. “You’re shaking.”

“Just haven't done this much.” You muttered

A hand under your chin brought your eyes to hers. “Done what?”

“This.” You took a hand from her side, gesturing between you both. “Was always too busy to really have the opportunity to get much experience.”

Medieval Studies and Classics weren’t by any measure the hardest majors out there, lord knows you had spent multiple all-nighters helping Sam study for his exams and then for the LSAT. But between your shy nature and unquenchable need for academic validation, you didn’t go out much. Sam and Jess managed to get you out a handful of times. Among those times was when you finally lost your virginity. He was a finance major and you were egged on by the pressure to get it over with. He barely made sure you were wet enough on his fingers before undoing his pants. You didn’t orgasm and he didn’t particularly care. Sam threatened to kill him, and the lethal glint in his eye told you he was more than capable of it too. 

“That’s alright, baby.” She leaned in, placing a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’ll teach you.” A kiss to the other corner, a sharpness to the way she beheld you. “Just watch.”

Gnawing on the inside of your cheeks, you dropped your hands to her thighs as she peeled her shirt off. Black lace encapsulated her breasts, the decals spanning across her tanned skin. 

“You wanna take it off?” She ran one slender finger over the curve of one breast, down into the valley between, and over the other.

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Go ‘head, sweet girl.”

Willing your hands to still from their trembling, you sat up further, the movement pressing your bodies closer together. Reaching around her, your fingertips trailed along her back, finding the clasp. You had enough agency over your fingers to get the clasp undone without too much hassle. As you brought your hands back around, you took the ends with you, gently sliding the bra off of her.

“Do what feels right.” She reached up, carding a hand through your hair.

That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? There was so much going on in your head, in your body. The way you were trying to take it all in, her half naked on your lap asking—telling—you to take the reins for the time being at least. The material of your underwear stuck to you with how wet you had become in the last 10 minutes, and you could feel your clit throbbing lightly. A need, a want, a plea for more, but you weren’t sure what more was. You needed to figure it out quick though.

Dragging your gaze from hers, you turned it on her chest. Hands finding her waist once more, you pulled her closer to you, nuzzling into the space between her breasts. Lips finding skin, you kissed the hollow. Following the curve upwards, you trailed your lips, your tongue along the soft skin until they closed around her nipple. 

An ebb of arousal hit you as she let out a breathy moan. It was the same sound she would make all those nights you could hear her and Sam. And fuck was it an ego boost. It was just what you needed to keep going, swirling your tongue around the bud.

“That’s it, baby.” Ruby praised, hand still tangled in your locks. “Such a smart girl, learning quick.”

You clutched at her waist, her sides. That tightness grew with every moan and sigh dripping from her lips. It only worsened as you felt her hips shift over yours, fingers in your hair. Sliding one hand from its place, you palmed the breast not occupied by your mouth. Running your thumb over the peak, you sucked and licked at the other. Ruby’s moans grew, becoming more and more urgent in your ear, her hips grinding down on to yours. 

“Keep going, baby.” She whimpered, clutching your shoulder. “Gonna make me cum like this.”

She didn’t need to say anything else. More than eager to please, you increased the way you palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger. It was when you gave an experimental tug, did she cry out, the sound nothing but pleasurable. You did it again, her hand tightening on your arm, body starting to tremble. But it was when your teeth grazed the one in your mouth, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to tease, did she moan your name. Her body pitched forward, holding you to her as she ground her hips into yours, her frame shaking with the climax. 

As the twitches subsided, she guided your head away from her chest. Strings of spit were strung between your glossy lips and her breast but neither of you cared as she kissed you hard. Her tongue swiped across your lip, into your mouth. Though deep, it was chaste as she pulled away a second later. 

“Such a good girl.” She said breathlessly. 

“What now?” You asked, voice hoarse with want. 

She slid off your lap, and you watched as she rid herself of her jeans. “Now, I get to taste you.”

Panic spiked through you at that, legs closing every so subtly. “Taste me?” You managed to squeak out.

“Deserve to feel good too.” She climbed back on the bed, taking hold of your calves just below the knee. 

With a swift tug, you were pulled down the bed until you were laying flat. Still, you propped yourself up on your elbows.”But—”

“But what?” Ruby interrupted, hands sliding up and down your lower legs.

“No one’s ever…I’ve never…” You stammered, face heated. 

You flopped back on the bed, hands covering your face in embarrassment. 

The mattress dipped below you as you felt her crawl up your body. Hands pulled at your wrists and you found yourself looking up at Ruby. She wore an expression of something between awe and condescension. 

“Never been eaten out or never cum?” She cupped your face, pad of her thumb pulling at your lower lip.

“Both. Neither.” You admitted.

“We’re gonna change that then.” She leaned down, tugging your lower lip between your teeth. 

Instinctually, your hands found her thighs. The corded muscles of her quads flexed under your palms as Ruby kissed down your jaw, your neck. They left behind a trail of fire along your skin as she went lower and lower. There wasn’t a place that between her hands and her mouth was left untouched, neglected as she shifted lower and lower across your chest, your belly. 

It felt like heaven, your entire body tingling. Propping yourself back up on your elbows, you watched her mouth at the waistband of your panties. The cotton was soft against your legs as she slid them off, discarding them along with the rest of your clothes. Unconsciously, your legs snapped shut, but her unyielding grip pried them back open. She nestled herself between them, your thighs bracketing her head.

“Don’t hide, baby. You’re gorgeous.” She mouthed at the inside of your thigh. 

Your cheeks burned. “I wasn’t expecting anything to happen. I didn’t shave, I didn’t—”

Again she cut you off. “I don’t give a fuck. Pussy is pussy, baby.”

“Ruby. I’m really not sure about this.” You whimpered. But you felt your clit throb at the prospect of feeling her mouth against you. Confusion was a blinding fog. You didn’t know what you wanted, what felt right. 

“It’s okay, baby. Lemme take care of you.” Her hot breath fanned across your dripping core.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Sure, you read enough smut to know what other people thought it felt like, describing it in a thousand different ways. But somehow it wasn’t this. Your back arched clear off the bed, a surprised moan ripping from your lungs as her tongue flicked across your clit. 

Already, you’re shaking, a mess under her mouth. Every part of you was on fire with need, with arousal. You bucked your hips up into her mouth, tongue flattened against your clit alternating between long strokes and rapid flutters. You weren’t sure which one you liked better, you just didn’t want it to stop. Her hand splays across your stomach, forcing your hips back into the sheets. 

“Feels pretty good, doesn’t it pretty girl?” She chuckled, the sound dark against your core. 

“Yes!” You manage to gasp out of your seizing lungs. 

“It’s only the beginning.” Her smile was evident against you. 

God help you. 

The air caught in your throat when you felt her fingers circle around your entrance. Her tongue still worked at your clit, lips closing around it and sucking. The first push of the digit inside had your mouth falling open and had you abandoning your efforts to stay propped up. You went limp back against the pillows as she slid her finger to her palm inside you. Your thighs quake around her head as she begins to slide it in and out. Slow, long strokes at first. Getting you used to the sensation. As the tension slowly left you, the thrusts increased in tempo. Every curl of her finger up towards your belly button, grazing across that spot that had you keening, had the tightness between your legs growing. Despite her hand on your belly, you still were helpless to the way your hips ground up, chasing her mouth as it abused your clit. 

“Ruby.” You whined, that feeling growing and growing like a bubble about to burst.

“Let it happen, baby.” She pulled away just enough to get the words out, not sparing one second more before returning to your pussy. 

Like a great wave, your orgasm washed over you. It started between your legs, radiating outward up your abdomen and down your legs. They shut closed around her head, hips rocking up into her face. Shudders wracked your body, but unlike you, Ruby didn’t falter. 

Your chest tightened as her mouth kept working you over, her ring finger sliding into you alongside the middle. Gasping your hands shot to her hair, trying to push her away. 

“‘s ‘nough.” You slurred, trying to squirm away. 

But she was much stronger than you, supernatural power keeping you in place. Pin pricks emanated from your clit, the overstimulation toeing the line between pleasure and pain. Hands fisting in the sheets as you melted into a moaning mess. Her satisfied laughs reverberated through your pussy, the vibrations only adding insult to injury. 

“That’s it. You like being a dirty girl, huh?” Ruby’s voice dripping with fake concern. “Not such an innocent little thing anymore, are you?” 

Teeth digging into your lip, you resisted the urge to cry. You arch your back, trying to twist away from her sharp tongue, but it was no use. All you could do was lay there as her fingers pistoned in and out of you, shoving you closer and closer to another orgasm. Like a blessing and a curse, the orgasm came on fast, ripping over you even more intensely than the last. 

You sent silent prayers to whoever was listening, at this point you didn’t know and couldn’t even guess, that Ruby finally relented to your hands, pulling off your pussy as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided. Slick fingers pulled out of you, gripping the top of one of your thighs. Her mouth, laid a sloppy kiss to the other. She crawled up your limp form, taking advantage of you catching your breath to lick her way into your mouth. You could taste yourself on her tongue and it had you groaning. 

“Please no more.” You whimpered into her mouth.

She swept the hair away from your face, and for half a second she looked like she was about to disagree, enacting the rest of whatever plan she had plotted. But seeing something on your face, she shifted away. 

“Did so well.” She cooed, stroking your body as she laid beside you. 

“So tired.” you mumbled, turning to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

You felt her stiffen, but then melt into your embrace not seconds after. “That’s it baby, rest up. You’re gonna need it.”

In your post-coital state, you didn’t think much of it. But perhaps, you really should have.

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

"You were so perfect last night."

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

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

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

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

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

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

She kissed your forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The days started to blur after that first night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Told you she missed you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daddy.

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

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

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

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

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

The rain had started sometime after midnight.

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

You'd been waiting for hours.

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

"It's too dangerous."

"You're not ready."

"Just be good and wait for us."

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

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

You failed.

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

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

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

Your breath caught.

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

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

"Oh, sweet thing—"

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

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

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

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

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

"I—I wasn't—"

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

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

You went stiff.

Sam made a choked sound behind her.

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

"N-no, I just—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't mean to—"

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

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

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

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

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

You bit your lip, hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ruby grinned.

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

You nodded frantically.

"Then ask for it."

Your voice cracked. "P-please—"

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

You shook your head, face burning, breath hitching.

"Can't," you whispered.

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

You whined, thighs trembling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"M-Mommy—"

Ruby gasped like you'd given her a gift.

"There she is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam's jaw clenched.

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

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

You whined. Nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"D-Daddy—"

Sam snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ruby just watched, licking her lips.

"Told you she'd be perfect."

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

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

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

Your head whipped around so fast it made you dizzy.

"Wh-what?"

Ruby smiled at you like you were being silly.

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

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

"Jesus Christ..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your stomach flipped. You nodded.

"Yeah—yes—I do..."

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

Then back to you. A silent question.

Well?

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

"Holy fuck..."

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

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

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

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

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

Ruby giggled behind you, delighted.

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

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

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

"That's it, baby. So good. Such a fast learner."

Above you, Sam's hand fisted in Ruby's hair again, and they kissed—filthy, desperate—while you knelt below them like something consecrated. Ruby's hands were steady on your shoulders, guiding your mouth, murmuring quiet praise between kisses while Sam stood above you like a man on the edge of something catastrophic.

"That's it, baby," she whispered. "Make him feel good. You want to make Daddy proud, don't you?"

You nodded. You did. You always did.

Your fingers fumbled with the waistband of his boxers, the rough denim of his jeans still clinging low to his hips. You pressed a kiss just below his navel again, licked lightly at the skin, tasted sweat and salt. Sam groaned above you, deep and desperate, his hips twitching forward just a little.

You froze.

"It's okay," Ruby said, voice like warm silk. "Just your Daddy needing you. You can give him more, can't you, sweet thing?"

She guided your hand forward. You wrapped your fingers around him, shaky and curious, and brought your mouth lower. Your lips brushed the tip. You kissed. Licked. Gentle.

Then Ruby's hand pressed more firmly on the back of your head.

"Open wider."

You gasped, startled, but obeyed, letting her guide you down slowly. Until it was too much. You gagged, pulled back with a soft choke, eyes wide and watering.

"Oh baby," Ruby giggled. "You'll get there. It just takes practice."

Sam growled. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was warning. He reached down, fisted Ruby's shirt, and yanked her forward—kissed her hard, open-mouthed, filthy—and then shoved her back with a snarl.

"Don't fucking do that," he snapped. "She's not ready."

Ruby laughed. Like he'd just complimented her.

And Sam dropped. Dropped to his knees in front of you like something holy, grabbed your face in both hands, and kissed you. Sloppy. Deep. Wet. His own taste still on your lips. His tongue in your mouth like he needed to take something back.

"You okay?" He whispered against your lips, voice wrecked.

You nodded.

"Good," he breathed. "Because I'm done pretending."

He scooped you up.

You gasped, arms wrapping around his neck, your legs dangling off his forearms as he stood—eyes wild, mouth parted, like something ravenous. He carried you to the bed. Laid you down. Reverent. Rough.

Ruby followed, crawling beside you like smoke.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" She purred, fingers brushing your thighs. "You've been so good for us. You earned this."

Your breath caught. Your chest was tight. Sam was tugging your shirt up, pushing it over your head, and Ruby kissed your shoulder as it passed.

"You're not a virgin anymore, sweet thing," she whispered. "But this is still new. This is still the first time you know what it means."

You whimpered.

Sam kissed down your chest, over your ribs, back up to your jaw, his stubble scratching, his mouth so hot. He settled between your legs and looked down at you like he was watching something sacred die.

"I haven't stopped thinking about this," he said. "Never. Not once."

You nodded, legs trembling.

"Please..."

That was all it took.

He entered you slow, careful, but deep. And your back arched. Ruby kissed your mouth. Sam cursed through gritted teeth.

"Fucking tight," he panted. "Still feels like the first time."

Ruby's hand stroked your hair, gentle and possessive.

"Tell him he's yours," she murmured. "Tell Daddy how good he makes you feel."

You did. And Sam lost it. He started moving faster—harder—his hands gripping your hips like he wanted to disappear inside you.

"If I'm going to hell for this..." His voice was raw, broken. "...I'm taking you with me."

You sobbed—pleasure and panic and perfect surrender—and Ruby smiled like a queen. Your breath came in gasps—short, panicked, overwhelmed. Sam was deep inside you, his rhythm turning frantic, brutal. Your body rocked with every thrust, thighs trembling, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets.

"You feel this?" He growled, voice unrecognisable. "This is what you fucking do to me."

You whimpered—yes—but it came out broken, like a sob.

Ruby was closer to you now, her body pressed to your side, her lips at your ear. "You're doing so good, sweet thing," she whispered. "Taking Daddy so well."

Sam moaned, head dropping low, his hands tightening on your waist.

"Don't say that," he hissed, though he didn't stop. "She doesn't know what that means—"

"She doesn't need to," Ruby crooned. "She just knows she wants it."

She kissed your cheek, your neck, her fingers brushing gently over your chest, down your belly, until she found the spot where Sam was splitting you open and rubbed.

You screamed. Your legs kicked, tears spilled over your cheeks, your hands flew to Ruby's wrist—but she didn't stop. Sam didn't stop.

"You gonna come again?" Ruby whispered. "You gonna soak Daddy's cock like a good little thing?"

"F-fuck—Ruby—" Sam panted.

You nodded—couldn't form words—but your body answered for you. Your back arched, your toes curled, and you let out a broken, cracked sob as everything snapped. Your orgasm hit like a flood.

Sam swore, hips stuttering as your body clenched down on him, dragging him under with you.

"Shit—shit, I'm gonna—"

Ruby kissed your open mouth just as Sam groaned loud and deep, burying himself to the hilt as he came—hard—inside you, his grip on your hips bruising, his chest shaking with the force of it.

Everything blurred after that. You were floating. Crying. Ruby was kissing your temple, whispering praise. Sam was slumped over you, face in your neck, murmuring "mine" like a mantra.

"Look at you," Ruby whispered, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead. "Completely ours now."

You couldn't even nod. You just laid there, limp and full and ruined. And you didn't want to be anywhere else.

Ruby smiled like she'd seen it all before. Like every soft sob you gave them was prophesied. Like she'd stood at the gates of Eden once and whispered to Eve—not with threats, but with promises.

"It's not evil, sweet thing," she murmured, lips against your temple. "It's just love. We're just teaching you how to feel it."

She curled around you like smoke, like scripture rewritten, like the serpent who never lied—just spoke too softly to resist.

"Let the world call it sin," she said. "We'll call it devotion."

And you? You believed her. Because her hands never hurt, not really. Because her mouth tasted like salvation. Because the fall didn't feel like falling—not when it ended in their arms.

The room was warm with the weight of everything you'd given them.

Your body ached in slow, deep pulses—between your thighs, behind your ribs, where your voice had cracked around the word Daddy. Your head rested on Sam's bare chest, his hand stroking lazily down your spine. Ruby was curled at your back, her fingers tracing soft circles on your thigh, her breath steady against your neck.

You felt like silk stretched thin. Blissed-out. Barely conscious. But kept.

And for once... they weren't whispering over you. They weren't sending glances across your sleeping body or silencing their voices when they thought you were too soft to hear it.

They were talking.

"Two crossroads demons last night," Ruby said idly, as if discussing the weather. "Both sloppy. Tried to run. You should've seen the mess Sam made of them."

Sam's voice came low—rough with guilt, but present.

"They were already dying when we got there. We just... finished it."

You blinked slowly against his chest, lips parted, breath shallow. You weren't sure if they knew you were awake.

"Did you use your hands again?" Ruby asked sweetly. "Or that knife you like?"

"Ruby," Sam warned, low and sharp.

But she only laughed.

"What?" She said. "She should know how much her Daddy bleeds for her."

You twitched slightly. Sam's hand paused on your spine.

"...She doesn't need to know that."

"She needs to know everything," Ruby purred. "She's ours now."

You let out a soft breath—barely a sound—but they both noticed.

Ruby smiled against your neck. "Awake, sweet thing?"

You nodded, slow and dreamy.

"Mmm..."

"Good girl," she murmured. "You did so well for us."

You blinked, lips dry. "You kill... demons?"

Sam was quiet for a long beat. "Yeah," he said softly. "We do."

"Bad ones," Ruby added, her tone light and sweet. "Ones that hurt people. We stop them."

You blinked again. Let the silence fall like dusk over your lashes.

"You're not mad?" Ruby asked, fingers brushing your hip. "That we didn't tell you sooner?"

You shook your head.

"I just... I thought you didn't want me around for that stuff."

Sam's chest rose under your cheek. "It wasn't that," he said quietly. "We just wanted to keep you soft. Safe."

"But you're stronger than we gave you credit for," Ruby added, a little too pleased. "You came apart so prettily, and you're still here. Still ours."

You hummed, curling tighter between them. Your limbs were jelly, your heart slow and warm. "You're letting me hear it now..."

"Because you've earned it," Ruby whispered, kissing the back of your neck. "And we're not hiding things from our girl anymore."

You sighed—soft, content—cheek still pressed to Sam's chest, his heartbeat loud and slow beneath your ear. Your body ached in a way that felt good now, like you'd been unraveled and then tucked into the warm space between their hearts.

Ruby shifted beside you, grinning lazily, her palm dragging slow down your bare spine. Then she leaned in, fingers brushing your chin.

"You're drooling again, sweet thing."

You blinked, dazed, and she giggled—thumb swiping a little line of spit from the corner of your lip before she kissed the spot.

"Mmm," she murmured, licking her lips with a smile. "I like you like this."

Sam exhaled hard through his nose. Ruby leaned over your hip, propped herself on one elbow, and tilted her head.

"You wanna come with us next time?" She asked, like she was offering a treat. "Wanna see what it looks like when Daddy's in the mood to rip something apart?"

Your eyes went wide.

Sam shifted beneath you. "No," he said instantly, voice low. "I don't want her seeing that."

Ruby raised a single brow. Slowly.

"Sam."

That was all she said.

He looked away, jaw tight. You could feel it under your cheek.

"I don't think I can stand leaving her alone anymore," Ruby said softly, stroking your hair. "Can you?"

Sam muttered something under his breath.

"Knew you were gonna say that."

Ruby smiled like sin.

"And you love me for it."

You blinked between them, your heart fluttering, your body still humming. And for a moment—just a moment—you saw it. Saw yourself standing behind Sam as he exorcised something screaming. Saw Ruby licking blood from her fingers like honey. Saw your hands not shaking, your voice not sweet—but sharp. Sure. Holy in a different way.

"Behold, I send you out as sheep among wolves..."

Maybe that was what you were. Maybe you were the lamb.

Or maybe—just maybe—you were the altar now.