Box Sixty-Nine

Summary: After having an accident in the storage room, leading to you being doused with a strange goo, research takes a strange turn when you meet up with Sam, Dean, and Castiel in the library. Pairing: Team Free Will x Reader (Sam x Reader x Castiel x Dean) Word Count: 4416 Warnings: Language, fluff, sex pollen-like situation, smut, oral sex (both receiving), dirty talk, Sam directing most of the action, minor angst A/N:  This takes care of my Gangbang square for @spnkinkbingo. I had fun researching this lore part and of course the porn parts were fun as well. TFW are only paired with the reader, so there’s no Destiel/Wincest or anything. :) This was beta’d by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon and the gif made by me. Enjoy!

Deep inside one of the bunker’s many storage rooms, you, Castiel, Sam, and Dean were all in your own corners taking stock of what magical items and lore books the Men of Letters had collected. Suddenly right next to you, Dean pulled the book you were reaching for off the shelf before you could grab it, a smirk on his lips. He blew the dust off the cover and directly into your face, sending you into a coughing fit.

“Asshole,” you grumbled between coughs before punching him in the stomach, making him double over so you could grab the book from his hands. “That was mine. Stay over on your own side of the shelf.”

Dean rubbed his stomach and pouted, but you only pointed at the barely touched shelf behind him. He rolled his eyes and instead walked over towards where Sam was nose deep in a very old cardboard box.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean said, holding back a giggle, “what’s in the box?!”

You could hear Sam’s eye roll from where you were standing as he pulled the pen out of his mouth and spun around to look at the shelf that Dean was assigned to organize and catalogue. “Dean, get back to work.”

Box Sixty-Three

Summary: While helping the boys do inventory at the bunker, you end up getting whammied by a very peculiar object. Pairing: Mild Dean x Reader Word Count: 3326 Warnings: Language, enchanted/cursed object, unwanted touching/groping, sexuality, almost a sex pollen-like situation, angst A/N:  This takes care of my Oral Fixation square for @spnkinkbingo​. I hope I warned it properly, I didn’t really want to call it dub-con because there’s no sex, so it’s mostly just groping. I really hope you all enjoy this, it was one of those stories that just poured out of me until it was finished. It was looked over by @kittenofdoomage​ and @dean-winchesters-bacon​, gif made by me! 

When the boys asked if you could come by the bunker and help them do inventory, you thought it was going to be a group effort. Sam was in the library creating a new filing system for the books, Dean was likely in his room listening to music, and a heavy sigh slipped past your lips as you slid open box number sixty-three in the giant storage room of magical items.

None of the last sixty-two boxes had drawn your attention like this one, though. Inside the small jeweled wooden box was an old tube of what appeared to be lipstick. The tube appeared to be glass and was a rich magenta pink with gold engravings, and the deep crimson lipstick itself appeared to shimmer in the low light of the storage room. You wanted to look over at the Men of Letters log book to see if there was any documentation about it, but you found yourself unable to draw your eyes away from the lipstick.

Without even realizing, you picked up the tube of lipstick and stared at the designs, mesmerized by the way they seemed to be calling to you. The longer you stared, the stronger the urge to uncap it and spread the silky color across your lips became. It was almost as if the tube was emitting its own sunlight that allowed every jewel to shimmer, dancing across your vision like a ballet of sparkles.