#didnt even have enough stamina to run away. i had ONE chance to get away when my horse ran beside me but I didnt press A in time

[hotdogmchiggin]

Motherfuckers stole my hearts cant have shit in hyrule

Glad we all seem to be united in the shared experience of being pantsed by these guys with nothing but four hearts and three sticks we found on the ground

[markpellegrinoimagines]

Chained love

Prompt: Lucifer is chained up in dungeon and reader has to torture him for info but ends up having sex instead.

Warning: Smut, chains, slight! Torture, betrayal

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"NO!" The word reverberates throught the halls of the bunker.

Y/n was pissed, how could her brothers ask such a thing of her. Why couldnt Rowena or gabriel do it. Her eyes stare at Dean and Sam with such anger that even the fires of hell didnt match up to the heat of her rage.

"Y/n please, I have to continue research for this hunt, and y'know Sam cant do it." Dean's eyes begged their sister to understand, there was just to much bad blood between them that torturing Lucifer would just get out of hand.

"But why do I have to be the one to torture him....you know I cant stand what goes on I that room" she felt so defeated.

Torture just wasnt her thing, hell she didnt even hate monsters, she knew they had to survive in their own way as well, but she knew it was best to protect others.

"Yes, but he isnt aware of who you are, as far as people go, only gabriel, cas and Rowena know you are our sister and that you exist." Dean was looking at her pleadingly.

Her brothers hounded her and brought up old favors until she agreed.

"Fine, but the second something goes wrong, I'm out of there and you have to clean up whatever mess it is."

"Fine, deal..now please just go get the info we need" Sam was less than pleased with her having to do this but knew it was the best choice.

Lucifer p.o.v

'Wonder what's taking those, 2 hairless apes so long' I lean back in my chair the chains rattling with every movement. Examining the room I'm held in the walls are covered in wards and entrapments. I'm observing the wall of doom and torture when the cabinets are slid open and then slammed.

"Finally decided to show yourselves boys-" my eyes widen and I'm actually struck speachless when instead of the gruff plaid winchesters, standing there is a (s/c), (e/c) woman. She was dressed in baggy Jean's too big for her, a black tank top, and her hair a was a beautiful (h/c).

"Well this is a surprise, so where did the winchesters pick, a tiny little pretty thing like you, up from" he raises an eyebrow when no response is given not even a glare.

3rd person.

Meanwhile on the inside you were dying, you had never seen the angel before today your brothers had only ever told you about how he was such a horrible and evil being. They'd never let you know anything about him other than that preferring to keep you as far away from the apocalypse as possible.

'The least they could of done was tell me how goddamn tempting his vessel was...and oh my jesus his voice, the things I could do to him' like a light bulb suddenly going off in her head a grin spreads across her face and picks up a large knife the table and saunters her way over to him.

"Good afternoon, Lucifer correct? My names (y/n) Winchester, let's get started shall we." She could see the way his eyes had widened at hearing her name.

"I wasnt aware the boys even had a younger sibling, well besides Adam of course, not to mention such a cute -!!! Fucking hell!" His teasing was cut off as a blade is slammed down into his hand, pinning him to the chair.

"Let's get things straight luci dearest, you see I'm not too fond of the whole cutting people up for info, so we are going to do things a little differently." Her smirk and the edge in her eyes could cut steel.

"Oh and what would that entail, you damned mud monkey." He wouldnt ever say it, but that look in her eye was really doing something to him. He could feel the excitement bubble in his vessels stomach, when she sets her self onto his lap. Her legs straddling his own.

She pulls the blade from hand and runs the tip along his jaw leaving a trail of blood in its wake, as she reaches his neck she lightly pushes the blade down drawing blood.

He expects her to leave more cuts but when she leans down and licks dripping blood from is neck all the way up to his ear, she nips the lobe and whispers, "let's say we have a little competition, who ever moans first has to help the other."

And with that she flips the knife in her hand and uses it to cut open his shirt. She takes in every bit of his unveiled vessel, from his strong chest to his little tummy pouch, she was getting excited, as far as she was concerned this was a win win situation, she was getting a good time either way.

Lucifer however was downright surprised out of all the scenarios he had thought would happen, the apparent little sister of the winchesters tearing his clothes off and going down on him was not one of them, he couldnt say he was complaining though, who knows if this turns out to be a good experience he might just take her with him, the first chance he gets to bolt.

After all, the winchesters wouldnt be able to get rid of his kid, like the first one, if it's one of their own.

"Well isnt this just cute, what is it little Winchester, does my vessel excite you...or maybe it's my voice, or maybe your like me and want to do something naughty to rebel against your big overprotective brothers." He relaxes against the chair as his pants are slipped down his thighs and her shirt is thrown across the room.

Y/n stands from his lap, and unbuckles her Jean's, kicking her shoes off ahe let's the material hang off her hips. Turning her back to Lucifer she bends over to completely remove her Jeans giving him a clear and perfect view of the curve of her ass.

Settling herself back onto his lap she coudnt help but notice how well she fit against him, his cold chest pressed against her own as she lowers herself down onto him. The feel of the stretch and cold inside her was almost to much. Her felt amazing and it took everything to remember not to moan.

"I'll be honest, I was expecting more from the so called father of sin." Her mocking stare bores into his own lust filled.

"Oh sweetheart, it's cute that you think you have the upper hand here," Lucifer leans forward and starts leaving a trail of bites along her neck, "if these chains werent in the way I'd have you bent over this chair screaming my name to the heavens themselves."

(Y/n) couldnt stop the shiver of excitement run through her at the thought of being dominated by such a strong and powerful being.

Your movements against each other havent slowed, both of you trying to get as close as possible. Her hips snapping into his. The feeling of that little knot building within her belly followed by Lucifer snapping his hips up into hers, hitting that special spot deep within, drags out her orgasm and low moan from her lips.

She was too far gone to even care about the self satisfied smirk he was sporting. It disappeared however at the feeling of her squeezing his member, the heat from her body was amazing, and the look of ecstasy on her face, draws out his own orgasm.

"Fuck, Y/n" her name was spoken in a deep growl tainted by lust and satisfaction.

Minutes past, Lucifer letting her catch her breath, not the minded. The feeling of her chest surging against his own was more than enough reason to put up with it.

"I believe you owe me a favor...get me out of here and we are even."

Y/n heaves a deep sigh and dresses herself before hesitantly unlocking his chains.

Lucifer stands and stretches his satisfied Vessels muscles, before turning to her with that cocky smirk.

"Oh did I forget to mention...you'll be coming with me, never been so satisfied from a human before." He wraps his arm around her waist expecting a slight struggle, however is surprised when she just goes limp against his side and buries her face in his chest.

"Fine, the deal was to help with whatever we need, just let me sleep before round 2, I dont have you angelic stamina" and with a flap of wings they're gone.

^#%!*

Sorry it took so long but I was dealing with college lessons and stuff. But here you go the chained request

[dark0angel13]

Check Mate

Okay everyone, here is part 2! From here on is NSFW so please be aware of that. I do hope you like it! ;)

START

His eyes widen, his nostrils flair; Lucy knows she has him right where she wants him. All it takes is a little seduction and he’s putty in her hands. He takes a deep breath in and motions for her to make her move.

She needs to focus now, losing is not an option, she decides with a spark in her eye. If it wasn’t a game of chess she wouldn’t mind really. Stripping for Natsu and getting laid for it? It’s a win, win. She just doesn’t want to lose to him. Levy she could accept because the little blue mage was a genius, but Natsu? Not a snowflake’s chance in hell.

She moves expertly, her fingers dragging her rook to capture his bishop; only after making sure she won’t lose it. He grimaces and leans in, bringing a hand to his chin. In one swift movement, he takes a pawn and leans back with a smirk on his face. Damn him and his smile. She should have been more specific at which pieces he needed to capture.

“I captured a pawn, start stripping.” His words are confident, husky, and makes breathing hard.

With shaky hands she removes both her shoes and socks, narrowing her eyes in amusement when Natsu huffs from across the table.

“That’s not what I had in mind.”

“You didn’t specify the order in which I had to strip.” She winks and holds up her shoes, dropping them with a smirk playing about her face; chuckling when they hit the floor with a thud.

“It’s you’re turn.” He sounds aggravated but she can see the amusement playing behind his eyes. She makes her move, taking one of his pawns.

The game moves quickly, and piece by piece her pawns fall until she’s clad in her bra and panties and her confidence wavers. Natsu is never this focused, not unless it’s a fight. He’s never even shown an interest in strategy games, so why now? Why was he beating her at a game she’s never lost at? She can’t fathom it.

“Just two more pieces…” his eyes are grazing her figure as he speaks and she feels the heat rush to her cheeks. This side of Natsu, this unknown part of him turns her on so much she almost says fuck it and jumps him. Almost. They’re standing as they play now, the tension hanging in the air like smoke while they fight for a winner.

“Good luck, you’ve only managed to capture my pawns.” She counters with a smirk when he looks to his side of the graveyard. She too has most of his pawns and a couple of his bigger pieces but it’s still anyone’s game; she’s not going to lose.

He steps closer now, his eyes bringing a flush to her skin, and when he raises a hand to her cheek her knees feel weak. His touch is soft, delicate even, and she finds herself leaning into him. A piece moves, his hand trails down and a finger hooks into her bra, pulling gently until she gets the idea. Her hands move swiftly, unclasping the metal at her back and the garment is falling.

If it hits the ground, she doesn’t hear it for the only thing ringing in her ears is the pounding of her pulse. Her breath quickens when his fingers trail up and graze her nipple; she bites her lip to keep a moan in.

“One to go.” His lips are at her neck while his hands roam her body; stopping only when they meet the fabric of her panties and she is having a hard time thinking, let alone playing.

She whimpers slightly but manages to capture his last remaining knight, sucking in a breath when his lips trail down to engulf her nipple. A moan escapes her this time and her hands tangle in his messy pink locks.

He doesn’t move much, coming up to kiss her before turning and watching the board. She uses his distracted expression to lean into him and drag her hand gently across the bulge in his pants. He stiffens and sucks in a breath and she smirks. It’s about time she gets even.

She watches the desire race across his eyes but he doesn’t look away from the board, instead bringing his rook to capture her bishop.

She doesn’t have time to react before he’s before her, his teeth latching onto the last piece of clothing on her; slowly dragging them down her legs until she can step out of them. He grips her hips tightly, his mouth so close to the coarse hair of her pelvic region that she can feel his breath. She braces herself agains the table when he drags his tongue up her thigh, her stomach, her breast; her neck before claiming her mouth in a heated kiss. Her hands are fumbling with the button on his jeans and after a flick of her wrist, he’s free and scorching her hand with the heat radiating from him.

“Don’t tease me Luce.” He groans into her mouth and she smirks, gripping his member with enough force to make him shiver, but not too tight that it hurts him. She drags her hand down the shaft before trailing it back up and running her thumb over the tip. His body stiffens and she feels him thrust into her hand.

“You seem to enjoy teasing me,” she coos, “it’s only fair I return the favor.”

He moves fast, spreading her legs and piercing her with two of his fingers. Electricity races down her spine and she arches her back, a moan coming from her lips as she digs her nails into his back. Her body is on fire; the ball in her stomach winding tighter with each thrust of his fingers and she can only match his pace with her hand on him. He’s breathing hard, thrusting into her touch in an animalistic manner before her words, albeit shaky, echo in the room.

“W-we have a game to finish…Natsu.” His name comes out in a moan when he curls his finger inside her and white flashes on the edges of her vision. She doesn’t really want to finish the game though. All she wants to do is fuck him until she can’t feel her legs. She widens her stance to give him better access, and with her new position, a new form of pleasure rips through her like a current. The shock of him hitting that one spot over and over, brings unintelligible words from her lips. She’s so close now, needing only a few more thrusts from him to chase the orgasm right in front of her.

Natsu, it seems has other plans though, leaving her at the edge of ecstasy to pull back and kiss her, his hands removing hers from his penis. She can feel the pleasure receding and she wants to scream; a huff coming from her instead.

“Why did you stop, I was so close?” Her words come out in a desperate whimper and he smirks, turning back to the board.

“We need to finish the game.” He answers matter of fact, like its as simple as that, and she is so close to screaming. She’s so close to throwing the game across the room and mounting him right there on the table, that her fingers actually twitch before she stops herself.

He can’t be serious? Her eyes roam over his body, dwelling on his engorged member too long while he scanned the pieces remaining on the board. An idea pops into her head and she’s smirking, kneeling down to give a quick lick to his shaft while he’s distracted. She hears his sharp intake of breath and wraps her lips around the tip of him. He’s so hard, so hot, and so ready for her that Lucy can only assume it hurts him.

She runs her tongue over the tip again, loving the salty taste that lingers in her mouth before taking him fully in. His hand comes to her head on instinct and she feels his fingers tangle in her hair.

“Shit Lucy-“ she hears desperation in his voice and she groans deep in her throat; loving how it makes him shake. He thrusts into her mouth and she finds it hard to keep up, to keep him in her mouth and not gag. She’s certainly not new to blowjobs, but when he gets overzealous she finds it hard to match his energy. Her hands come up to grip his ass and she gives a light squeeze, loving the way his muscles feel under her touch.

He’s breathing hard, she has hear it around the small moans coming from him and she picks up her pace. His legs tense, his thrusts go into overdrive and she grips him for stability and stills her head, content to just let him fuck her mouth. He thrusts once more, his body going rigid and she hears her name leave his mouth in a drawn out moan as he seed fills her. It’s hot, salty, and she almost can’t take it all before she feels him soften and she stands, wiping the small amount from the corner of her mouth while she swallows.

The look on his face is priceless. His cheeks are red, his eyes lidded and clouded with lust. His breath is coming in ragged pants and she watches as he grips the table for support and a part of her feels pride for bringing him to this state. He gave her oral last time, so it’s only fair that she do it this time.

“Enjoy that did you?” She chuckles and rests her hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” He is still breathing hard but she can already see his arousal coming back. The stamina of this Dragon Slayer was insane sometimes. “But I’m also going to enjoy this.” He moves a piece on the board but Lucy doesn’t pay attention, instead focusing on the predator approaching her.

She finds herself against the counter; the coolness of the tiles doing little to quell the fire raging within her. He lifts her and she spreads her legs again for him to step closer; she can feel his member, already hard again, against her thigh.

“That was a good game,” he begins, sliding into her painfully slow. She feels the heat radiate through her in waves, the ball already beginning to wind once more. He fills her so fully, so completely she can’t help but think they are made for each other. “But this is better.” His words only seem to turn her on more and she moans into his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper still.

His thrusts are long and powerful, each one bringing her closer to the crest she wants so badly to reach. She’s so close, her vision tunneling; the ball winding so tight, she thinks it’s going to break.

Then everything does break, and she’s unraveling, her head going back and a moan ringing in the air. Her back arches and her body goes rigid as the pleasure rockets through her like molten lava. With each proceeding thrust her orgasm gets stronger, his own searing her from the inside a moment later, until she’s left clenching her legs around him from the over stimulation. He stills and they’re both breathing hard but he doesn’t remove himself.

Her vision is blurry, her body trembling slightly from the residual convulsions and a smile spreads across her face.

“Thank you for that.” It’s the only thing she can think to say and she leans in to kiss him.

“I should be thanking you.” He smirks and pulls out, wrapping his arms around her waist as he leads them from the counter back to the table.

“Check mate, by the way.” His smile brightens the world around her and she doesn’t even care that she lost, not after the amazing sex she just had.

“Well fuck me,” she pouts but knows he can see the glint in her eyes, “I lost.”

“We played that game too Lucy,” he leans in to kiss her, “you lost.”

“Wanna play again?” She knows what he is going to say; smiling when he says yes.

END

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it ;) I feel it’s not my best work but I think it turned out pretty damn good. By the way, Natsu totally had Levy teach him how to play chess and gave him tips on how to beat Lucy. xD that’s how I imagine it happening anyway.

[swampgallows]

something inside me has been killing me for years and i can’t pinpoint what it is and i don’t know how to make it stop.

i guess i could have been working all of this time. i’ve wasted a lot of time since i stopped working. i told my parents i was going to be working on my writing and my art and my DJing and i have barely done any of that. i havent been able to write my next chapter for months. nothing has come to me. and the story is a stupid fanfiction so it’s not really worth anything, it’s not like i’m working on the next great american novel or whatever. i havent finished the illustrations i wanted to do for my zine so i haven’t released that yet either. im barely scraping by on gift art. it took me 5 months to order the lathe cut for myself but i did finally do -that-. and im barely on the second section of coding. everything feels so difficult and i can’t focus on a single thing at a time. i’ve been trying to figure my life out but all of my avenues seem empty.

last night i thought if i could pretend to be someone else that wanted to take care of me, i would be able to take care of myself. after an entire day of not eating, around 1am i guess i finally got something to eat. i’d had “drinkable yogurt” earlier but this was actually semi-solid food i was making. soup and grilled cheese. i spent enough time outside with the dog that i got a little chilled and figured i’d have that. nothing sounded appetizing. as i was sitting outside with xena i kept seeing things move and flash in the night and froze up with terror. they werent real, of course, but i saw them anyway. little spirit beasts flitting through the darkness.

i’ve been trying to keep my head above water. part of me knows that i really wouldnt be able to have kept working. i would have snapped at somebody or been Too Ill. i would have shown too much, the non-professional me. there is no professional me. i feel like no matter how hard i’d try, even if i wanted to, i would always be tangentially askew from the pulsing Thing to which everyone else is tied. i cannot ever be part of this Thing that everyone else is part of. I dont think it’s the kind of thing that dropping E and suddenly feeling the Unity or whatever will solve. i dont think a rush of endorphins will make me feel like i belong to society. i feel like i am a liminal entity and i have to exist in an in-between state or i will cease to exist at all. i dont fully know what i mean by that except that i feel like i must always be on my way somewhere. i would rush out of work and class and anywhere else, i walk anywhere i can and listen to music and check out mentally and physically from everything else. i live in my head where it is safe, and that is not safe. the internet is almost like a real version of this; existing as a liminal, safe, curated Self, a self away from the self, a place detached from my body and lifestyle and anything else. its a great equalizer where everybody has a say no matter where or who they are. 

i have written for over ten years now that i want to run away. i suppose i want to run away from myself but i’m not sure how true that is anymore. i dont know where i want to go. i have no destinations. just “away”.  i’ve been wanting to go to rotterdam for half of my life. i had always wanted to travel, of course, but there was never anything i wanted to actually do or see except to one day go to the netherlands and go to a nightmare in rotterdam or something like that, and now it’s finally happening. and it’s bigger than Nightmare, it’s THUNDERDOME. i never thought i would have the chance to go to a Thunderdome party in my lifetime but i’m alive and it’s happening and it’s like i cant even envision what i want to do or anything. i just want to get there, and be there, and exist in a place that isn’t here, and look at clouds, and smell different air, and see different buildings, and then dance my balls off all night to some really, really, really great music. this should feel like my wedding day but instead i just feel ...hard. i feel like i dont deserve it, or like it’s not actually going to happen, or like i will just ruin everything, or that somebody else will. 

nate was talking to me about all of these self-started self-accomplished people he’s been hanging out with and how he feels so pressured by their sheer level of success. he is also self-made and successful but feels like he’s supposed to be even more so. i dont know if i want success. i dont have anything to succeed at. 

my friend, who is an older friend but i had to keep at arm’s length a while, has come back into my life recently to help me with coding. granted, he’s drunk 99% of the time he talks to me, but he’s at least trying to encourage me to stick with it. he always wants to voice chat with me but i usually dont have the energy, or i’m doing something else. he keeps telling me about all the success i could have—”it's a journey but it's well worth it, and it's just a topic that you'll never exhaust as long as you live, which is true of the best topics worthy of devoting time to, and you're super smart, you'll have no issue with this -- just keep it up over a couple of years, just chipping away at it, and the career that's ahead of you could be so interesting”—and i feel like i just... don’t care. about any of it. about anything. sure i’d like to make/have a lot of money, i guess, just to keep my comforts. but then what? im living with my parents who i know actually do care about me, but don’t seem to, or just “support” me. 

when i finally got up the courage? stamina? delusion? to pretend to be someone else and grill me a cheese, i was feeling a little okay. i was feeling proud that i took initiative to at least fucking feed myself, since i barely seem capable of doing that. i was keeping up steam until i heard my mom crying from another room, “Where’s my baby girl? is that my baby?” and i knew she wasnt talking about the dog, and my heart dropped through my chest and i just wanted to die. “What do you want?” i snipped, trying to answer her but unable to hide my contempt apparently. “I just wanted to see you” or some such shit, i dont even remember what she said. “can i help with anything?” no “may i hug you?” (at least she asked) i don’t want to be hugged right now. “okay. im sorry you’re so unha--that youre not feeling good--- i hope you feel better...” and she hobbled away.

it was like 130 in the morning and i was standing over “45 calorie” wheat bread that had been thawed. my illusion of being someone that i was not—someone who gave a shit about me—was broken, and i felt like a fucking idiot, and i felt caught in the act of pretending, and i felt embarrassed, and i felt like... how dare i try to be something im not. how dare i imagine for even a fucking moment that im not genetically and financially and whatever the fuck else chained to this fucking family and all of my inherited neuroses and everything else. that she made an appearance specifically to disrupt whatever the fuck it was i was doing. because she had offered to cook me a thousand things and i didnt want any of them, and i didnt want her to take care of me, because im never going to be able to take care of myself, and when i finally took a course of action to actually try to feed myself my mom couldnt STAND it, apparently, and had to, still, offer to “help” when im MICROWAVING A CAN OF SOUP AND PUTTING BREAD ON A PAN. how could she HELP? she couldnt. she just had to fucking make her presence there because god forbid i do a single fucking thing on my own. i’m... 27 years old... for christ’s sake... i dont need “supervision” to toast some kraft singles onto bread... and if i did, i would ask.

or maybe i wouldnt. im not good at asking for help. even when i know i need it. i dont like owing people things or asking for favors. it just proves how worthless i am and that im dependent on other people and cant do anything by myself and that anything i do by myself fucks up. at least if i fuck up whatever it is i’m doing i wont have to drag anybody else into it. 

so i finally ate and after a few hours of cramps and being unable to even eat without feeling like i was gonna throw up, i spent like an hour in the bathroom regardless, immediately purging whatever it was i dared to eat. 

i dont know how to get better. part of me is afraid of getting better. if i have a good thing it will just be ruined. all i do is hold people back and im tired of getting in people’s way. im tired of making a bunch of wrong decisions and then half the time not even being able to own them. im tired of feeling like life is just happening to me and knowing that i dont have control over anything.