#i just PRAY PRAY PRAY that the trail cam shows shes still in the ruined house and that shes not wandered off. pls god.

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Something has been eating the food I set near the live trap but not going in. I'm going up to the city tomorrow as soon as I wake up to pick up a trail cam so I can set it up and see if it's her. I pray it is. Bc I haven't seen her at all since the night before last. Please god I can't take losing Ms Patience please don't do this to me.

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Divine Intervention (Part 6) Yandere!Erasermic x Fem!Reader

Part 5 Part 7/Finale

Summary: Sometimes a little divine intervention is necessary to take back the ones we love… weather they want it or not.

Warnings: NON-CON AHEAD!!!, mentions of suicide, kidnapping, forced poly relationship, emotional and mental manipulation, possible trigger warnings, see tags below for more…

Side Note: I do not and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

⚠️THERE IS NON-CON AHEAD!!! READ AHEAD AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!!⚠️

Shouta flashed you a dirty smile, “Our worst huh?” He reached out to run his knuckles along your cheek, he saw in your eyes how badly you wished to be able to turn away from him and some part of him was deeply satisfied that you could not, that he had this level of control over you. You were their lovely obedient little doll and he couldn't wait for them to ruin you. “I rather think we are going to be giving you our best. Is that not right, Zashi?”

Your breath hitched as long slim fingers began to caress your thighs inching closer and closer to your center while Hizashi hummed his agreement into your sensitive ear. “Our very best.”

“Would you like to know what I had in mind for earlier, why I went and got her little accessory for her? I just know we are all going to enjoy it.”

“I highly fucking doubt that.” You spat. They ignored you.

The words caused waves of excitement to roll off of the blond however as his breathing picked up a notch and he pressed his aching cock into your lower back. “Of course I do! You have kept me on the edge all this time, now tell me Shouta. Don't make me beg.”

A deep chuckle left the dark haired man's lips at hearing the eagerness in his lover's voice, but he figured that he should be kind and not draw out his suffering any longer. “Didn't you say earlier that you were dying to have a taste of her?”

“Please tell me this is going where I think it is Shou?” He sounded so desperate and needy.

Shouta’s eyes flashed red again, though this time in lust rather than frustration. “If you are so eager to find out, then lay down with your head near the edge of the bed.”

You were surprised that the blond didn't fumble in his haste. Moving from behind you to lay as he was told, his long golden hair fanned out around him like a halo. You realize how ironic that comparison is, considering that the two are more monster than angel, their apparent divinity notwithstanding.

Shouta’s nimble fingers began to untie his trousers and let them drop. He took great pleasure in the way your eyes zeroed in and widened upon seeing  his cock as it sprung free. “How about it Zashi? You taste her, while she tastes me.”

You froze, another memory from the past reminding you that, while the two of them enjoyed fucking you mercilessly, what they really loved was all the foreplay that came beforehand. Weather it was giving it or reviving it. And the thought of taking The Death Gods massive girth into your unwilling mouth was positively revolting when you recall how he would make you swallow his finish.

Hizashi meanwhile seemed more than amicable to what his counterpart was suggesting. “Do you even have to ask.” Just the thought of delving his tongue into your tight warm cunt was enough to make his mouth water, but to include being able to look up and watch Shouta fuck your sweet little mouth while he did the same to you, that alone almost made him cum right than and there.

You knew what was coming before the words had even left Shouta’s lips and you wished more than anything that you could block out the sound of their voices. “Climb over him and sit on his face (Y/N), show us that pretty pussy of yours so he can get you ready for us. We promised you pleasure, and we fully intend on delivering.”

Your body moves of its own accord, it's a strange sensation, to feel yourself move like normal but with no control over the movements. Your knees slide across the smooth silk of the sheets as you inch your way over to Hizashi’s form, lifting one leg to climb and settle yourself over his smug face. Without warning, his nose immediately burying itself in your still clothed sex and groans, “You smell so good babe, I am going to fucking eat you alive.” You cringe at his use of this new nickname and you silently wonder if you could suffocate him by dropping all your weight onto his face. The fucker would probably die with that cocky smile still in place.

Your train of thought is interrupted however, when you suddenly feel your panties being torn away, cool air hitting your newly exposed skin. Your eyes shooting up to glare daggers at a smirking Shouta who twirls the torn fabric around his finger before tossing them away. “Don't look at me like that Kitten, it's not as if you needed them anymore.” He said, stepping closer to the bed. “I know I said I you could voice your protests, but for now we are going to need you to keep them to yourself, at least until we are done with this. After all, those lips of yours are going to be rather busy in a moment.” He reached out and gripped the back of your head, bringing your face closer to his twitching cock and rubbing the swollen head against your lips, coating them with pre-cum, “Now suck. And do be mindful of your teeth.” He ordered.

You felt nauseous as your lips parted and he slowly pushed his way into your warm wet mouth. He threw back his head at the exquisite feeling of your tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. It was not an easy thing and your jaw was already straining, tears welling up in your eyes. He wasn't as long as Hizashi, but he was extremely thick. So thick in fact that you remembered even Hizashi’s long fingered hands were just barely able to wrap all the way around him.

Speaking of your other tormentor, apparently he decided that he had been ignored long enough when he gave your pussy an experimental lick that had your hips bucking. He swore his eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the heavenly taste. “I knew you would taste just as good as you look. It's such a pretty pussy (Y/N), all pink and your clit is even swollen, like it's begging for me to suck it.” He wasted no more time as he enthusiastically began sucking and licking at your quickly dampening cunt,swirling his tongue around your clit.

The blonds actions below you had you moaning as your mind went blank for a moment. The sound causing a pleasant vibration to run up Shouta’s cock as he started to thrust just a little deeper into your waiting throat. “O-oh fuck, she is certainly enjoying whatever you are doing to her down there Zashi, don't-don’t stop.”

Hizashi chuckled against your dripping entrance, “I wasn't planning on it. She's far too sweet to let even one drop go to waste. It's like eating fucking candy.” He did take a moment to pause and look up at you both. The sight had his cock throbbing in anticipation. Shouta’s head was thrown back in bliss as his hands fisted in your hair, tugging you back and forth across the portion of his huge dick that could fit in your mouth. You were even better in his eyes, your plump lips wrapped around his thrusting cock as drool dribbled down your chin and neck, little trails of it running through the valley of your breasts. The movements caused your tits to shake in time with your bobbing head and he couldn't resist sliding his hands up from your thighs in order to pinch and fondle the bouncing treats while his lips and tongue sought out your clit again.

The whimpers and moans were involuntary, you knew that, but still hated it all the same. You hated feeling anything even remotely pleasant during this, no matter if it was just reactionary. You couldn't deny that, while you were thoroughly disgusted by the abuse your mouth was taking, The God of Life really did know how to use his. His kept moving his tongue back and forth, one minute fucking your hole with the long flexible muscle, and the next swirling it around your clit. You were nearing the edge and you prayed to any other Deity that might be listening  that neither of them would notice. If they made you cum so soon, it was only going to fuel their drive to make it happen more and more.

Shouta was already so very close, the feel of your warm wet lips stretching over his cock and the subtle vibrations that your moaning caused were quickly driving him straight into his first release of the night. It wouldn't be long now, but before that happened, there was one more thing he wanted from you. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at you and nearly cam right then and there. You were breathtaking, head bobbing on his cock, tears and saliva running down your cheeks and chin, glimpses of Hizashi eating your sweet cunt like it was his last meal. But he only needed one thing to make the image perfect.

“Look up at me.” You did, unwillingly, but you did. And you tried to convey how much you you were sickened by him while doing so. Shouta found it endearing how you tried to look so disgruntled while sucking him off. “Now don't look at me like that Kitten, I just want to see your full expression when you swallow my seed and Zashi makes you cum.” He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Do you think you can get her off soon Zashi?”

The golden haired god smirked against your dripping folds, “I think I can manage that. She's already tensing up. She will be screaming for us in no time.” He said, dropping his hands back down to grip your inner thighs before resuming his pleasurable task. He felt you clenching down on his tongue every time he swirled it deep inside you and he couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to finally fill you with his cock. To feel your soft tight insides wrap around him while he fucked you into endless oblivion and pumped you full of cum. You were so wet for them right now that he had no doubt about how easily he could slip himself inside you. The thoughts had him pulling you harder against his face in a mad effort to finish you off as quickly as possible, because as much as he wanted to feel you cum on his face, he wanted you to cum on his cock even more.

You screamed around Shouta’s cock when you felt Hizashi’s tongue press even deeper into your hole, the sensations spreading like a wildfire through you as your traitorous body began to buck even harder against his face. Your mind hated the feelings they were forcing on you, but your body was unconsciously seeking gratification, striving to have that coil deep in your belly unwind. And if he kept going at this pace, it wouldn't be much longer.

Shouta’s grip on your hair tightened as he felt the telltale tightening of his sack, indicating his oncoming release and he began to thrust even harder into your mouth. “You're such a good girl letting me fuck your face like this, you're doing so well, I am going to cum soon.”

It was all too much, between the choking pace Shouta was setting in your mouth, Hizashi working his mouth over your drenched cunt and the filthy words they spoke, it was all you could take as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Spine bending, you would have thrown your head back to cry out if it wasn't for Shouta’s hold on your hair pushing you even further down his cock as you felt his hot seed hit the back of your throat.

You were breathtaking, moaning so sweetly around him, eyes wide open and still watching his face, back arched, hips still moving erratically over the blonds face as he worked you down from your high, and the best part was feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. He could see the way your throat contracted as you swallowed it. “That's it sweetheart,” He coaxed, petting your hair with one hand while the other stroked your cheek. “drink it all. You're going to down every last drop.” He slowly pulled out of your mouth only once he was sure you had drank it all. You sputtered and coughed, sucking air back into your greedy lungs. His hand continued to gently stroke your cheek as he smiled down on you with affection. “You took your punishment so well Kitten, I think a performance like that deserves a reward, don't you?”

Now that your mouth was free, you could feel whatever control the collar had over your voice fading. “You should drop dead is what I think.” You wheezed, your voice sounding dry and horse, not nearly as angry and confident as you wanted it to.

Reaching down, The God of Death hoisted you up by your thighs so Hizashi could sit up, before gently laying you back down on the bed. “Just keep your eyes on us.” That was all he said as he turned to grab Hizashi by the back of the neck to bring him in for a deep kiss. You watched their lips and tongues slide together in an effortless dance as Shouta began to remove the blonds trousers and give his long length a few pumps. Even without the memories or dreams, you would have been hard pressed to try and deny the obvious love the two had for one another. Every touch and caress they laid on each other, weather gentle or rough, was filled with care. You only wished they could have left you out of it.

“Can you taste her on me Shou? Isn't she delicious?” Hizashi asks, his voice husky as Shouta takes his time licking the remnants of your juices off his partners face. “She really does. I’ll have to try it straight from the source later on.” He turned a devilish smirk your way, “It's the least I can do after she sucked my cock so well.”

“But first, it's my turn. I have been patient and waited long enough to have her Shou. You just sit back and enjoy the show, join us when your ready to go again.” Hizashi kissed him once more before turning back to you. 

The closer he got, the more your panic began to set in. You knew you were truly about to lose your virginity to them once again when he brought two fingers to your opening and pushed them in. You gasped at the sudden intrusion as he began to thrust and scissor them inside you, stretching you in preparation for his cock. “Please! Please stop!” You screamed, even as he brought you to orgasm a second time before removing the digits and sucking them off. 

You were spent and in one final last ditch attempt to end this madness you whispered a begging plea. “Please don't Hizashi, I don't want to do this. I’ll do anything, just please stop. Don't take this any further.” Tears fell down your cheeks as he ignored your words and settled himself between your legs, pulling you by your hips till your entrance was lined up with his cock.

He was practically vibrating as he brought you closer and closer to his throbbing dick. But he did take notice when you began to cry, big fat crocodile tears running down your cheeks as you begged him to stop. Deep down, some long buried part of him knew that this was wrong, that he should have ended it the moment you told them to. But a much larger part, the part that loved you, the part that was irrevocably and undeniably obsessed with you, told him that this was just a one time thing. That after tonight you would be sharing their bed with them willingly, that they would never again have to forcefully tie you down to make love to you. That was the part of himself he chose to listen to when he sets his eyes on you, a bittersweet smile adorning his handsome face as he brushes away your tears.

“That's not going to happen Sweetling. I really wish this first time could be different, but your just too stubborn to see the truth. Just lay back and enjoy it, I know I will be.” He presses the head against your tight entrance and in one go slides in all the way to his base before bottoming out. “Ah fuck!” He cries out at the feel of you squeezing down on him so well already. “We made sure the medicine we gave you earlier would erase the pain for you. You won't feel any discomfort.” He gasps into your ear and presses his chest against yours.You don't respond, too shocked by the feel of him filling you up and stretching you so well and the sheer overwhelming pleasure that comes with it.

He uses that as a distraction to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth and swallowing your cries for the next few moments before pulling back to grab your hips and slam into you, forcing your body to meet him thrust for thrust. “You feel so good and wet wrapped around me. Like my own personal cock-sleeve.” He feels a twisted kind of satisfaction watching you come undone like this. Bright green eyes taking in the way your breasts bounce with every thrust, the way your mouth hangs open while you moan and pant, your flushed skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, and best of all is watching his dick slide in and out of your sopping wet cunt.

Meanwhile, Shouta was getting hard again. From his position at the end of the bed, he could see the way Hizashi’s dick pounded into your dripping wet cunt. And the way you were moaning and crying, out of your mind from the near instant overload of pleasure, it was like music to his ears. He couldn't wait anymore! He got on the bed and touched Hizashi’s back. “May I join in?”

The other man never broke his demanding pace as he turned to face the second love of his life. “Took you long enough. You must have really spent yourself that first go round.” He teasingly mocked his better half. “What can I say, it felt like she sucked out a piece of my soul. What man wouldn't need a bit of a rest after that.” Shouta shot back.

You register that they are speaking, but the words go over your head. You were drowning, never before -not even in the past- had you experienced these levels of intense arousal. The throbbing ache between your legs was only getting stronger the longer the blonde pounded into you. It was like something was keeping you right on the edge but not letting you topple over the precipice. More than once you almost caved and would consider giving in, begging them to let you cum again… but you forced that urge down. You would not give in.

You were so wrapped up in trying to control your raging desire and keep yourself in check that you almost didn't notice when Hizashi suddenly rolled over onto his back, bringing you with him. And with your arms still tied behind your back, you could do nothing more then lay there on top of him as he fucked you tirelessly from this new angle that hit your g-spot and -unfortunately- has you screaming out in ecstasy.

“That's right, sing for us Baby. Let us hear those pretty notes.” The blonde praises, rewarding you by hitting that spot several more times as he plants his feet on the bed and thrusts upward with even more force than before, while his hand finds its way between your bodies to seek out your clit, rubbing it furiously. “Cum for me (Y/N)! I want you to squeeze down on my cock so hard that you never forget who it is that your tight little pussy belongs to! It's ours, only ours!”

This third orgasm hits you fast and hard, it leaves you as nothing more than a gasping, quivering mess as you do exactly what he order and clench down on him so hard that your mildly amazed you didn't snap the appendage right off. But, as tired and exhausted as you are, you know he's not done, neither of them are. He’s still hard inside you and you know that means your in for far more.

“My sweet darling girl. I hope you're not too tired, I still need to finish. And Shou still needs to have a chance after all.” He gives a soft a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Good thing we can have a go at the same time.”

You don't like the sound of that. “Wait w-what does that m-mean?”

Your question is answered when Hizashi runs his hands down your back to your ass. He takes a soft cheek in each hand and gives them both a firm squeeze before spreading them apart. “Instead of telling you, how about we just let him show you.”

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he is implying and your eyes widen when it dawns on you. “NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!” Your scream is deafening and you fight with every ounce of strength oh have to try and get away, but all you can do is lay there, their orders from earlier still locking you in place.

You felt Shouta’s presence behind you right before his broad back was pressed against your own and his breath was hot against ear. “Don't fret Kitten, I'll make sure that this is one of the best experiences of your life. I promise there will be no pain.” 

However lethargic you were still feeling from the multiple orgasms, it was pushed to the back of your mind in favor of panicking. “You two are fucking sick, you know that?! You claim to love me, yet here I am begging you to not use me like some sex toy, and your still going through with it anyway! You're just proving my point more and more with every violation.” You truly wished that you could do more than lay there like a limp rag doll. “Admit it! Neither of you really loves me. You just wanted someone else to fuck and you use the excuse of loving me as a way to make yourselves feel better about it!” You all lay there in silence for a moment and you think maybe they are just ignoring you like always. A sharp pain tells you otherwise when Shouta pulls your head back by your hair and angry words are spat at you.

“Say whatever you want tonight (Y/N), but do not ever accuse us of not loving you. If all we wanted was someone else to fuck we would have simply found a whore to use and then throw away.” You tense up at the feel of Shouta smearing something slimy and wet between your cheeks. “We are going to give you a reason to never doubt that again, we are going to fucking ruin you. And you are going to love every second of it, you are going to be so thoroughly fucked by the end of this that you won't even remember your own name.” He finishes his declaration by slowly beginning to insert one of his thick fingers into your puckered hole while Hizashi begins to once again thrust into your still sensitive pussy. It doesn't take long for either of them to build your pleasure back up again and you soon find your mind going blank once more as the onslaught of desire crashes down on you.

Little by little he pushes it it just a tad bit deeper until he's in all the way to the knuckle. You realize that he was right, there is a strange pressure to be sure, but it's not painful. In a way, you wish that it was. That would make it easier to stay focused.

Shouta is moving his finger now, trying to stretch you out as much as possible. He knows that fitting his huge size inside this tight little hole is going to be no easy task. But it was one he was more than willing to take on, he thinks with a smirk, feeling the way his cock throbs every time you clench around his finger. Soon enough though, he's taken all he can of fingering your second hole, and while he knows that he could do a bit more to prepare you, his desire to be inside you is simply to strong. Besides, he thinks, smearing some more of the lube onto his dick for good measure, the lubricant acted in much the same way as your medicine did and would drown out any pain from his penetration. You may feel an immensely heavy pressure considering his size, but that was the extent of it.

You felt Shouta climb up behind you, sweeping your hair over your shoulder as he begins to lay gentle kisses to the back of your head, your neck, and your shoulders right before you feel him take hold of your hips. He rubs himself between your cheeks, squeezing the pump flesh of your ass against his girth and moaning at the feeling. Fear grips you hard when you realize just how big he is. Stretching your mouth around him had been hard enough, but this… this would tear you apart, your body would never be the same after this. You begin to shake your head. “Please no… you're not going to fit… t-there's no way it will go in. Stop! Stop! STO-” Your shrill screams are cut short when he starts to slowly push his way inside, the breath all but gone from your lungs and a choked gasp is torn from your lips.

“So… fucking… tight…” It takes all his will power not to blow his load right then and there once he begins to lightly thrust his hips in time with Hizashi, sliding deeper inside with every movement. He has been inside Hizashi countless times but even that can't compare to the way you feel wrapped around him. You're just so perfect!

Hizashi is a fucking sex addict and even he almost blows it when he feels Shouta finally settle all the way inside of you. There is only a thin wall of flesh separating their dicks inside you and to Hizashi, it's one of the best damn things he has ever felt. “Shit! I didn't think she could get any tighter… but fucking hell Shou…” His eyes are blown wide and his thrusts have a noticeable tremble as he loses his rhythm for a moment before picking it back up.

The both of them smirked at each other, reveling in pleasure every time you tremble or clench around their cocks. The sweet noises they force from you spur them to move faster and harder inside your body and they can do nothing more then sing your praises.

“The way you feel around my cock is amazing! It's like you were made for it!”

“You're being such a good girl, it makes me want to fuck you even more.”

“You're so good and wet baby, I can't wait to cum inside you, watch it leak out. Maybe Shouta will be nice and clean you up with his mouth afterwards. Wouldn't that be a sight?”

“Your ass, your cunt, your belly, your body. You're going to be filled with and drenched in our cum by the end of the night!”

You can't think of anything beyond what is happening right at that moment. Three sets of moaning voices, skin slapping against skin, two huge cocks vigorously pumping inside your dripping holes, and the absolute mind numbing pleasure it brings with it. It's more than the human mind should be able to handle you think as you lay limply between them. “P-please, no-no more… I can't t-take anymore… just finish already… I’m beg-begging you… it's too much…”

Shouta pulls you by your bound arms till your sitting up, back against his chest as he wraps one arm around your shoulders and keeps the other on your hip. “We could spend hours more inside your wonderfully wet body, fucking you mercilessly. So if you want us to finish, you're going to have to make it worth our while.” He breathes into your ear before moving down litter your neck and shoulders with hickeys.

“H-how!? Please just tell me! I'll do a-anything, just make it stop already!” You cry out at this new angle, every thrust and movement they make is hitting you in all the right places and you can feel yourself on the edge of yet another orgasm as they show no sign of stopping until you give in.

“It's not that hard (Y/N).” Hizashi picks up where Shouta left off, reaching his hands up to squeeze your tits in his greedy hands as he imagines what it would feel like to have these soft mounds rubbing up and down on his cock while you suck on the head. “All you have to do is beg. Beg for us to make you cum, beg for us to fuck you harder, beg for us to pump your beautiful body full with our seed. That's all it will take to finish this.”

You feel so conflicted. On the one hand, you wanted to stick to your guns and not give in to their demands; but on the other, you wanted them to end this torture… you needed them to end it. You knew that they weren't bluffing, they really could keep going for hours more if they wanted to. You almost weep at the thought, your body's senses were already overstimulated beyond belief and you were scared that anymore and you would break. They were going to break you, the only question was whether your mind could withstand it or not.

You've been quiet for too long, the only sounds reverberating in the room are your moans and pants. And while the two of them love hearing those sounds, what they really want to hear is the sound of your breathless voice saying all the things they've been dreaming of. Perhaps you just need a bit of encouragement, a little incentive to let those words roll off that pretty little tongue of yours.

Simultaneously, both Shouta and Hizashi slow their thrusts to something less intense. Pulling out oh so slowly and then driving back home with one sharp snap of their hips, making sure that you would feel every single inch of their movements inside you. It's just as agonizing for them as it is for you, but if it gets them what they want then so be it.

You hate yourself for what you are about to do, and you hate them even more for forcing you into this situation. You tell yourself that you have no choice, that you're only doing this out of self preservation. If you don't, it will take even longer to stop, and in the end, breaking your vow to not give in is more preferable than letting them break your spirit entirely. After all, you tell yourself, it's not like this will change anything, you still despise. And when they realize how little things have changed come morning, you hope that the looks on their faces will be worth this.

Squeezing your eyes shut tight as tears brought on by both shame and sexual frustration fall down your cheeks, you manage to speak. “P-Please… please fuck me harder, m-make me cum… I-I want you both to fill me up w-with your cum and paint my insides white… J-just do whatever you want… End this already! Please! Please! Please!”

They're only whispers, each phrase leaves your lips combined with a broken sob, but they echo in the ears of the two deities and it leaves them vibrating. The sound of your soft pleading voice begging them to ravish you breaks what little self control they have as they roar in victory, pistoning their hips even harder than before, making you scream and thrash in wild abandon.

Shouta releases your arms in favor of holding your hips in a near bruising grip, pounding into your ass with inhuman strength and speed while he looks down on you with possessive red eyes. “Now was that so hard Kitten? All you had to do was ask.” He can't contain his own emotions at hearing you say these things. And while he knows that they basically forced you to speak them this time, he also believes that you'll be saying them on your own by the end. “And since you're behaving so well now, we are going to give you exactly what you are asking for.”

Hizashi wraps his arms around your back, holding you close to his chest as he fucks up into your dripping wet cunt. He is feeling much the same as his counterpart as he thinks, finally, they have made some progress with you! “That's my good girl, your pussy is clenching down on me like a fucking vice, can't wait to hear you scream our names.” He babbles, his speech much less controlled than Shouta’s.

Their cocks are hitting deeper inside your welcoming body with every thrust, pushing you closer and closer towards your fourth orgasm of the night as an endless crescendo of incoherent sounds are forced out of you. You know that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be enjoying this in any way, shape or form. But now that you've started, you just can't stop begging for it. “Please! Let-Let me cum already! I'll do anything, wh-whatever you want!” Even with your release quickly approaching, you're willing to say whatever they want if it means an end to this torment.

“How could we ever deny you when you're asking oh so nicely.” Shouta replies, pulling you back up against his chest so Hizashi can have better access to your clit. Hizashi wears a dirty grin when he hears the sounds you make as he starts to lightly flick your clit, not enough to send you hurtling over the edge, but just enough to make the ache all the more prominent. If you're going to do what he says, he needs you to be so out of your god-damn mind that you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late. “You said you'd do anything to end this right?” Your not even hearing the words, you just know that he spoke and you nod your head without thinking, simply agreeing with everything they say and hoping it's the responses they were looking for.

The two smile at each other knowing that they finally have you right at the point of no return and it's time to go in for the kill. With the blonde adding just a little more pressure to your overstimulated clit, Shouta roars in your ear, “Then scream for us! Scream our names when you cum and we fill you up! Tell us that you love us, how you can't live without us!” He punctuates each demand with a hard thrust of his hips and it takes some serious effort on his part to make sure that the collar doesn't react to his voice. He could easily make you say these things with its influence, but where's the fun in that, he thinks.

His words ring loudly in your mind causing you to hesitate for just a moment and Hizashi is having none of that as he removes his thumb from you nub, “It's fine if you don't say it, I personally wouldn't mind spending a few more hours like this with you and I think Shouta agrees with me.”

That's what does it, the prospect of putting up with this for hours longer and the loss of stimulation to your clit sends you into a fit of pleasure induced madness and in your current mindless state you give in, “I love you! I love you both! Shouta, Hizashi, please let me cum already! I-l need you to cum inside me!” The pressure is immediately returned to your clit, harder than before, their thrusts becoming sloppy and you cum hard, screaming out both their names as ounce after ounce of hot white cum pumps into your clenching body when they too cry out at their release. The sensations hitting you so fast and hard that you fear you may pass out as your entire body locks up.

You're pressed into Hizashi’s heaving chest as the blonde rubs his hands over your back in soothing motions, kissing you wherever he could and whispering in your ear about how amazing that was, how well you did taking both their cocks, how much he loves you. He’s just so happy to finally have you back in their arms, to know that nothing can ever take you from them again.

Shouta has enough sense to untie your arms, letting them fall uselessly to your sides, before reluctantly removing his limp dick from your warm, wet ass. He smiles and feels an animalistic sense of pride when he curiously spreads your cheeks to watch his seed leak out of your still clenching hole and dribble down to mingle with Hizashi’s. It's a sight he plans to see quite often.

Your senses are starting to come back and you can feel all the shame washing over you as silent tears fall from your eyes. You wish more than anything that you could blame the collar for what you had said, but there was no denying that it was all you. You're the one that couldn't hold out and withstand them, you're the one that caved into them, you're the one that begged them to fuck you like a whore. YOU! And that realization kills something inside of you.

You're quickly losing conscience, too tired and spent to really care when you feel them shift you around so that they can cuddle up on either side of you. But you do hear them -you're not sure which one though- when they speak.

“You should try to get some rest before we continue.” Gentle lips kiss your forehead.

You have to force your heavy eyes to open, “W-What… but we-we just… h-how…” You choke out at the implication of those words. There was no way you could do that again. “P-Please… no more… if I have to g-go through that again… I'll-I’ll die.”

The two of them chuckle in a way that leaves you shivering despite how warm you feel. “You didn't seriously think that was all we had planned for you tonight, did you Darling Girl? No, we have so much more in store for you. The night has only just begun. We have so much lost time to make up for after all.”

Fear clings to you as you drift off into slumber. You have no doubt that they will follow you into your dreams as they tell you all the things that plan on doing to you throughout the night. You know that they have every intention of doing whatever it takes to break you and your only hope is that your mind will still be intact come morning.

Not gonna lie, this chapter was even harder to write than the last one and I’m not too sure if it came out making sense in a cohesive narrative. If you have the time, please let me know what you thought!

Please Enjoy!

As always, thank you again to @jadepillar18 for the inspiration on this story and I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

And a special thanks to @lemursqueaks for putting up with my nonsense! lol

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The Benefits of Friendship-Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

(GIF credit to @honestsycrets)

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Summary: requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! I’m not sure if you’ll take this idea but I figured I would give it a shot. Could you do one with Y/N and which ever Ragnarson son you would like (Bjorn, Ubbé, Sigurd, Hitvtserk, or Ivar). Can it be about Y/N’s first time with them? Y/N could either be Viking or a slave from another place mentioned in the show.’

Characters: Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: mentions of sex, forced marriage, humiliation

(A/N: Siv and Hilde are made up characters; also I hope this is along the lines of what you want.)

(Also A/N: IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT AGE YOU DO CERTAIN THINS LIKE KISSING, HAVING SEX OR EVEN HAVING A RELATIONSHIP, DO WHAT MAKES YOU COMFORTABLE AND ONLY DO THINGS WHEN YOU ARE READY! DON’T LET OTHERS TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!)

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Sitting at the kitchen table, I stared at the gifts bestowed to me from my suitors, men trying to bribe me into marrying them. There was jewellery, dresses, foreign foods, and of course money, but I didn’t want any of that. Being betrothed scared me, I knew nothing of what men wanted, nor how to be a perfect wife. I never knew what it was to be loved (besides from my family), there seemed to be no men in Kattegat that were interested; those asking for my hand in marriage only did so because my family were fairly wealthy. Normally this hadn’t bothered me in the past, after a long think about men, I had decided that living freely was the best option for now, before I was trapped in a marriage I didn’t want to commit to.

Though seeing my friends fooling around with the other boys, or even beginning relationships of their own accord, made my true feelings shine through. Festivities and feasts were probably the worst. I couldn’t get away from it, they were huddled up together, kissing, flirting. Although I was happy for them, slight jealousy always shone through, forcing me to leave them before I ruined the night.

“Still having trouble choosing?” my grandmother asked as she slowly walked towards me.

“Something like that.” I mumbled, still staring at the gifts.

“They’re all very nice, wouldn’t mind some of these myself.”

“Oh, how will I ever decide?” I sarcastically stated.

“I don’t understand how you’re not married off already.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s enough men longing for you,” I rolled my eyes at her,“and these are only a few offers.”

“Well they won’t want me when they realise I can’t be the perfect wife for them.”

“Ah, what makes a perfect wife anyway? As long as they have somewhere to stick their cock, men are happy.”

I grimaced at her statement.“Thank you grandmother.”

I had stared at these items for far too long, and I needed to get away from them. My parents didn’t want to pressure me, but they were going to want an answer at some point. How was I supposed to make a decision like that when I hardly knew them? I hardly knew anything about men in general! It was embarrassing to think I hadn’t even kissed a man, yet I was going to be married soon. All these lies I had to keep up with, answering people’s questions with made up stories just so I didn’t seem sad or unwanted. There was only so much you could make up with a lack of experience.

As usual, it was busy in the centre of Kattegat. I wove between people, smiling at those I knew. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, my mind found itself constantly thinking about my big decision. Perhaps I should talk to some of the other girls I knew in arranged marriages, they didn’t all seem bad...

Looking over a handful of bracelets at a stall, I heard the familiar sound of scraping along the ground. I saw him approaching in my peripheral vision, as well as the crowd dispersing quickly, some hiding their faces.

“Hello Prince Ivar.” I turned to him and smiled, curtsying before him.

“(Y/N), it’s good to finally see you again. Where have you been hiding this time?” He asked, walking past me with his crutches.

I followed on.“I wasn’t hiding, I was only at home. I had important things to do.”

“Ah yes, your suitors. I have seen quite a few come and go.”

I sighed.“Yes, there are a few to choose from.”

“I’m not surprised, your family are almost as wealthy as mine, there will be many wanting to marry you.”

“And here I thought that they were marrying me because they loved me.”

He chuckled.“You always knew this day would come, we even spoke of this when we were young.”

Being a wealthy family, we were respected just as much as Ivar and his. I had grown up with the Ragnarsson’s when I was much younger, though we parted as we became young adults. There were too many responsibilities for them, and as for me, I had to act like a proper lady; they went off raiding, avenged their father, came back, argued, and here I was, waiting for someone to take interest in me. It seemed that Ivar was the only one who bothered to keep up conversation with me. At first I assumed it was to stay loyal and friendly to my family, but we somehow ended up as friends again. Ivar was blunt and honest, and I didn’t have anyone around me like that anymore. I needed that, he kept me sane.

“I know. It’s just...”

“Let me guess, you’re scared?”

“What? No-”

“All women are scared, don’t worry.”

“I suppose so. I just don’t want to choose the wrong one. What if he’s nice when I first meet him and then cruel as soon as I am bound to him?”

“Then you better make the right decision.”

I rolled my eyes.“How am I to do that when...never mind.”

“No, go on. What is it? It seems that I am to be your council today, I should give my advice.”

He came to a stop, and it was only then when I realised that we were stood outside the Great Hall. I leaned against the wall, looking away from him. It was too embarrassing, there was no way I was going to tell him my true thoughts. 

“(Y/N), you’re hiding something.”

“No I’m not! Let’s just stop talking of this, I came out here to get away from these thoughts.”

“Come, you need a drink.”

“I am not letting you get me drunk.”

“You do that yourself, I have no part in it.”

I sat with Ivar for hours, my cup overflowing with alcohol as I ranted to my friend. I didn’t know whether he was actually interested, but that didn’t stop me. I couldn’t believe how angry I was becoming over this, how much emotion I had hidden within myself. At first the hall had been quiet, only us two in there (minus my shouting as I drank more and more) until Hvitserk and Ubbe walked in, their group of friends trailing behind them, laughing loudly. Ivar and I looked over, watching as they approached. Ivar grunted, he never got on with these people, let alone his brothers. I normally would welcome them with a smile, beckon them over even, but right now, I didn’t need any couples around me.

“(Y/N)! There you are! Finally, Ivar has been missing you.” Ubbe teased, rubbing Ivar’s head. The younger brother shoved him away, avoiding eye contact with me.

“(Y/N), you’re drinking without us? We best catch up then!” Hilde and Siv giggled as they crowded me, snatching up the drinks being poured out. Ivar and I shared a glance, not sure where this night would lead.

Unfortunately, my night was filled with questions from my friends about my suitors; what they looked like, how much money they had, what gifts they had bestowed upon me. It was draining to go over the details, and they could tell that I was holding things back. However, this didn’t stop them from interrogating me, soon everyone was joining in.

“You know what I just realised?” Hilde caught everyone’s attention.“I’ve never seen (Y/N) around a man, romantically I mean.”

The others looked at each other, some nodding and others thinking it over. I glared at her, praying that this conversation wasn’t going where I thought it was.

“Have you ever been asked about courting (Y/N)? Any gifts, any gestures? Besides those wanting you for money.”

“No.” I mumbled.

“Really?! Even at feasts and festivals? Not even when everyone is pissed up drunk?” Siv exclaimed.

I lowered my head, humiliated by my ‘friends’ words.“I...it just...”

“(Y/N),” Hvitserk held back a laugh,“you have had sex, right? Please tell me someone has taken her virginity!”

I opened my mouth to retaliate when Hilde interrupted.“Why didn’t you tell us? We would have set you up with someone!”

“No wonder shes’s always frustrated! That explains a lot!”

Siv gasped.“Is that why you’re always with Ivar? Because you’re both virgins?”

Ivar growled, slamming his fist on the table.“You know very well that I have bedded women before.”

“Ivar, not getting it up doesn’t count.”

I didn’t hear Ivar’s insult back as I bolted from my chair, rushing out of the room. I thought these people of dear friends, yet here they were, disrespecting me, only judging me by who I had sex with...or who I hadn’t had sex with. It was dark now, and that mixed with the alcohol was really effecting my stability, I was stumbling over my own feet as I tried to navigate my way back home. When I finally made it there, I quickly calmed myself, not wanting to wake any of them with my sobbing. Luckily I found that none of them were awake, making it easier for me to crawl into bed, curling up into a tight ball as I silently cried myself to sleep. 

The next day I was quiet, still upset about being made fun of. When asked if I was well, I responded to my family that I was still overthinking my decision of a suitor. The lie worked, all of them soothing me, reassuring me that my mind would be made up soon. 

Daydreaming as I looked out of a window, I was brought back to reality when I saw a slow, tall figure stumble its way towards my home. My eyes squinted, confirming my guess as to who it was. Without a word being said, I grabbed my cloak, rushing outside to meet Ivar halfway. He looked pissed off (nothing unusual there), not making eye contact as I cam to a stop in front of him.

“Ivar, what are you doing here?” I asked, out of breath from running.

“I wanted to check on you.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“You seem surprised.”

“Sorry, I’m sure you have better things to be getting on with.”

“You’re my friend....come, let’s go for a walk.”

Ivar seemed skittish, nervous almost. I wanted to be careful with my words, especially since the conversation wasn’t flowing as well as it usually did. Ivar was explosive, one wrong word and he could get so angry that even the Gods would tremble. We found ourselves on a winding path in the woods, an uncomfortable silence filling the atmosphere. 

“You’re still upset over what was said?” Ivar finally said, leaning against a tree as he took a moment to rest.

I suddenly snapped back.“Yes! Of course I am! They embarrassed me, I thought they would be more sympathetic. I’ve never mentioned it before because I was scared something like this would happen-”

He raised his hand as he interrupted me.“Alright, I get it, I don’t need to hear your rambling.”

“You really know how to make someone feel better.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Look...I understand what it’s like to be in that situation. But how could that be true?”

“Really Ivar? I don’t exactly have men throwing themselves at my feet.”

“They are fools.”

“Don’t pity me.”

“I’m not.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, slightly blushing from his comment.“What are you trying to say?”

“Why do you care so much about what they think?”

I knew he was trying to change the subject.“It’s not really about them. It’s about the man I’ll be marrying. Who wants a woman who has never had any experience? I’ve never even kissed a-”

Ivar grabbed the back of my head, harshly pulling me in to kiss him. Shocked, I stayed still against him, unsure of what to do. But as soon as he started moving his lips, my instincts kicked in. I started to get more into it, liking how it felt, especially when his other arm wrapped around my lower back, our bodies pressed together.

Ivar pushed me away gently.“There, now you’ve kissed a man.”

I knew that my next words were bold, but I was going to say it anyway.“You know that I’ve not done anything else as well right?”

“(Y/N), you can’t possibly want to bed a cripple-”

“Don’t use your legs as an excuse! Do you want to fuck me or not?”

His mouth gaped open.“I-Right here?”

“Yes. Ivar I trust you-”

“But what if I can’t....”

Insecurity swept over me.“Do you...do you want to?”

I saw that he was thinking about it, before a darker look washed over his face.“Get on your knees.”

“What?” his sentence made me breathless, but I liked how he said it.

“Just do as I say, I’m going to show you how to properly please a man.”

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Thicker Than Water

Summary: You have an addiction that is slowly consuming your life. When the Winchesters pick up your trail, they make you come face to face with what is causing your problem.  Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, other minor characters Word Count: 2999 Warnings: Angst, language, SPN canon violence, minor sexuality, addiction, mentions of death A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer‘s Titles Are Hard Challenge. I was going to make a fluffy fic of the reader being accepted into the Winchester clan... but this time of year reminds me of a very dark time in my life full of addiction and heartbreak, and part of how I deal with that is through my writing. If anyone out there is struggling with an addiction, just know that it gets better and make sure you Always Keep Fighting, no matter how long the road to recovery may seem. If you enjoy it or want more, I will more than likely make a part 2 with a ship, but as it stands right now, there is no pairing in this. If you would like to be tagged in any of my stories, please send me an ask! Beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology!

It felt like liquid sex rolling across your tongue and down your throat. Each taste bud exploding with delight as you drank with shaky hands. You could feel the warmth spreading through your stomach and making your whole body tingle just under the surface like electricity was coursing through your nerves. Sure, you never meant for it to go this far, but the feeling it gave you, the rush of pleasure and the tingle of excitement… you couldn’t get enough.

You were a vessel, approached by a celestial being that whispered promises in your ear. The angel that possessed you, Delilah, convinced you that you would be helping her do God’s work, that you would be aiding in the will of Heaven.

They were all lies.

Delilah took control of your body and did horrendous things. She murdered innocent people and other angels, she conspired against Heavenly Host, and worst of all, she killed your family when they were researching ways to expel an angel from a vessel. She whispered to you that it was for the greater good and that she still had work to do, but you were broken. The strong barricade you put up between you and her shattered, leaving you trapped in your own mind like a lethargic pile of despair unable to control your body.

You were stuck in the darkness of your own mind. That was until you breathed, felt air rushing into your lungs followed by a throbbing pain in your head. You willed your body to move, and your eyes shot open when you were able to wiggle your fingers. You slowly rolled to your side and took in your surroundings. You were in a derelict building that looked to have been abandoned since the sixties, judging by the wallpaper. There was debris and broken furniture scattered around you, everything caked in a thick layer of dust.

You sat up and noticed quite a few footprints in the dust surrounding your body. A few of them were scuffed like there was a struggle, but that’s when your eyes froze on the charcoal black outline of wings scorched into the floor in front of you. You turned around and didn’t see any where you had been laying down, but it appears there had been an angel killed here.

You leaned forward and managed to get to your feet, wobbling slightly as you remembered how to walk. It had been fourteen years since you said that one word that ruined your life, and you weren’t about to stick around and let them get another chance at you. Your eyes landed on a shiny metallic object under one of the broken chairs and you bent down and picked it up. An angel blade would come in handy, just in case you needed to defend yourself.

You brushed some dust off the tacky light gray suit you were wearing and slowly creeped through the house and outside into the sunlight, taking a moment to stand outside and let your skin tingle with warmth as the sun’s rays caressed you. It had been a while since you’d felt anything and you knew it was going to be slow remembering how to function again; remembering how to live again.

That was three years ago. You hunted for a while, trying to distract yourself from the piece of you that was missing. It felt like you were missing a part of your soul and nothing would satiate the hunger you had to be complete. You tried drinking, sex, pure adrenaline, and even some recreational drugs, but nothing worked. It was like your body was a puzzle with a piece missing and no matter how many times you tried to jam another piece in the gap, it never fit and you were left even more frustrated than before.

Until you met Damien two weeks ago.

“Hey Sammy, we got a case,” Dean called out from the library of the bunker. He heard the heavy footsteps of his brother getting louder as Sam made his way from the kitchen to the library.

“Whatcha got?” Sam sat down across from Dean and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“A trail of bodies in Iowa,” Dean turned his laptop toward Sam, “four dead so far in two weeks, victims had no connection to one another except that they were wearing business clothing and-”

“And you think this is a case?” Sam raised an eyebrow after skimming the news report.

Dean raised a finger to silence his brother before leaning up and hitting the spacebar, scrolling the article down to show him pictures of the crime scene. Each crime scene had a pair of charcoal black wings scorched into the surface behind each body. Sam’s eyebrows shot up and he continued scrolling, studying each photo of the four crime scenes.

“Angels?” Sam asked and Dean nodded. Sam continued reading and let out a soft chuckle at one of the paragraphs. “They’re calling the perp a serial killer and named him The Crow. Clever.”

Dean cocked his head and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Huh?”

Sam sighed and turned the laptop back around to face Dean. “A group of crows is called a murder. They’re being punny.”

Dean made a grunt of approval before he slapped both hands on his thighs and stood up. “Sounds like our kinda thing, right? Right. Meet you at the car in ten.”

Sam slammed the laptop closed and grabbed it, sprinting after his brother to go pack for the trip.

“Thank you, officer. I will,” Sam forced out, rolling his eyes as the officer continued speaking. “No, I’m not sure if the FBI is hiring. You should check the website. I- I have to go. Goodbye!”

“Did you make a new friend, Sam?” Dean nagged, handing Sam a beer from the mini fridge in the motel they were staying in. Dean sat down on the end of one of the beds and popped open his own, taking a long pull.

“Shut up, Dean,” Sam growled, “I was eventually able to get more info about the crime scenes. All the victims were completely drained of blood; that was the detail they were keeping from the press.”

“So, what? We have a vamp that likes the heavenly fresh taste of angel blood?”

Sam shook his head. “No bite marks. All the victims had their throats slit. Had to have been done with an angel blade or else they would have healed.”

“Rogue angel?” Dean speculated. “Maybe some kind of ritual that requires a lot of blood?”

“I have no idea,” Sam said, “but you should call Cas.”

Dean groaned, but shut his eyes. “Castiel, this is Dean. We got a crazy serial killer down here that’s popping angels like they’re bubble wrap. We could use some trench-coated assistance. Come in, Castiel, Angel of the Lord.”

Dean opened his eyes when there was a knock on the motel room door. The brothers exchanged looks of confusion, but Sam stood, his gun raised, and walked over to the door, peering through the peep hole. He slipped his gun into the back of his waistband and opened the door, revealing Castiel standing on the other side.

“Hello Dean,” Castiel grumbled, stepping into the room. “Sam.” He nodded at the younger Winchester.

“Why didn't you pop into the room? What’s with the knocking?” Sam asked, sitting back down in his chair at the table.

“The last time I came when Dean prayed to my father, I interrupted him when he was naked in bed with a blonde woman. She was in an intriguing position with her leg behind-”

“Whoa, okay,” Dean cut the Angel off, “Sammy doesn’t need to know the details about that little mishap. Can we move on please?”

Sam muffled a laugh and cleared his throat, pulling up the news article and giving Cas a full rundown of the case so far. He agreed that it was probably not a vampire, but someone specifically targeting Angels for their blood. He assumed it was a witch or some other type of monster that was using Angel blood for a ritual.

“Did you know the angels?” Sam asked as he hacked into the traffic cams for the surrounding counties. The most recent killing had a witness that said she saw a black SUV pulling away from the scene fifteen minutes before the body was discovered.

“I knew two of them, Damien, the first victim, and Melissa, the third. They were both very good soldiers.” Castiel hung his head. “Our numbers are already diminished enough, we need to stop whoever or whatever is doing this.”

“Found it,” Sam exclaimed, rapidly typing on his laptop. “I spotted the SUV parked outside an abandoned house at the edge of town. Thank goodness for crime prevention cameras and paranoid civilians.”

It started off as a high pitched ringing in your ears. The sound felt like someone scratching nails down a chalkboard inside your brain. It was driving you mad, you couldn’t sleep, you could barely eat, and it was slowly killing you as you tried as many ways to get it to stop as you could. It wasn’t until your first taste that the ringing began to shift into words. Once you understood, you could call out, bringing them to you… like ordering a pizza delivery.

You slumped down against one of the decayed walls inside the house’s kitchen and brought your knees up your chest, shivering and rocking back and forth. You only had two cups left, barely enough to last the rest of the week. You whimpered, reaching for one of the cups. It was a problem, you knew, but your addiction was controlling you.

You chugged the entire thing, letting the warmth of the liquid soothe your tremors and pacify your mind. You swallowed down the last sip and were now licking the cup clean, trying to savor every last drop. You jumped and slunk farther into the corner when the front door was forcefully kicked in.

Three men ran into the living room only meters from you, two had flashlights and guns and one was in a trenchcoat. You spotted him immediately and licked your lips. A soft glow of bright blue surrounded his body and you could feel the power radiating from him. He was an Angel.

You reached for the angel blade on the counter as the two men split off in opposite directions and the angel began to walk toward the kitchen where you were hiding. You just needed another taste. You needed fresh blood. You needed him. You slowly wrapped your fingers around the cool metal of the angel blade’s hilt and shifted to your feet.

You followed his line of sight and knew he had seen the empty cups of blood littering the floor in the kitchen. It was now or never.

“Dean! Sam! I fo-”

You lunged at him with the angel blade, making him jump backwards, unable to finish his thought. He looked up at you and narrowed his eyes, confused as to why you were attacking him. You licked your lips, the sweet coppery taste of blood still on your mouth and chin.

“Angel,” you whispered with a smirk.

You lunged at him again, knocking him backwards into the living room, landing with a loud crack as the coffee table you both landed on broke underneath the combined weight of the two of you. You were crazed, you could smell the power coming from him… it was more than any angel you’d ever seen. You needed him. Maybe this time you could be whole again.

You slashed your angel blade at him, but he was able to block every move while continuing to try and push you off him. You heard a loud bang and let out a feral shout as you felt a burning pain pierce through your right side. You rolled off to the left of the angel and took deep breaths, locking eyes with one of the two men. He was standing near the stairs, with light brown hair and deep green eyes, smoke still rising from his gun.

You felt a stinging sensation as the bullet was pushed from your body and the wound closed. You stood up and spun the angel blade in your palm, ready to kill this human that was getting in the way of your addiction. You saw his eyes shift to a spot over your left shoulder and the moment you turned around, you saw the butt of a gun coming at your face and everything went black.

You slowly came to, taking in your surroundings but keeping your eyes closed. You couldn’t move your arms or legs like you were tied down, and you heard hushed voices coming from a spot in front of you.

“She’s not an angel,” one voice whispered, “but she does have residual grace inside her. Almost triple what you had when Gadreel left you, Sam.”

You heard a scoff. “So she’s not an angel but is somehow able to access the power of the grace still in there?”

“I believe so. She’s been drinking angel blood to add fuel to the fire, so to speak,” he sighed. “Her soul was powering the grace for some time, but it’s been severely depleted. It’s almost been completely burned away, hence why she’s rabid. Her soul is almost gone.”

“That’s no way to talk about a lady,” you chuckled, lifting your head and opening your eyes, “especially one sitting in the same room. The name’s Y/N, by the way.”

All three men looked toward you and you looked around the room. You were chained to a chair in the middle of a devil’s trap in some kind of dungeon basement. There was a table and chair off to the side along with a cabinet filled with various blades and torture devices. You felt the first tremor tingle through your fingers and quickly balled your hand into a fist.

“So yah gonna tell me what the hell I’m doing here,” you nodded over to the cabinet, “or am I your freaky sex slave now?”

The tallest man stepped forward. “My name is Sam,” he pointed to green-eyes, “that’s my brother Dean,” he pointed to the Angel, “and you’ve already met Castiel.”

You let out a dreamy sigh and licked your lips. “You smell delicious, Castiel. Can I just have a small sip? I can practically taste the power coming from you. You’re not like the other angels, are you?”

“Hey,” Dean snapped, “you’re not drinking anyone. You’re not some Angel vampire.” A smile twitched at his lips and he chuckled. “Angelpire.”

“Dean, not now,” his brother scolded before he turned to you. “We’re going to help you. You need to detox from this angel blood. It’s not going to be fun, but we’re going to help you through it.”

You scoffed and laughed. “What if I don’t want to be helped? What if I’m perfectly fine with who I am now?”

Sam sighed and stepped forward, crouching down in front of you so he was eye level. “I know what it feels like. I was addicted to demon blood a few years ago. I loved the power it gave me, but that rush of pleasure and satisfaction made me do very, very bad things.”

“Cut the lecture, Dr. Phil,” you spat, “I don’t give a shit what you went through. I need angel blood to survive,” you nodded toward Castiel, “just ask Wings over there.”

Sam spun on his heel and looked back at the Angel. “Is that true?”

Castiel shrugged. “I’m unsure. Her soul is barely stable. The grace has attached to it like a parasite, siphoning power from it in order to keep her alive.”

“Can we do a grace extraction?” Sam asked Castiel as he stood up.

“I doubt she would survive. The angel blood has acted like a steroid, in a way. We need to weaken it before we can even begin to think about extraction. We need to get the angel blood out of her system, but that might kill her by itself.”

“So basically I’m screwed either way,” you shrugged. “Just kill me and get it over with. Angel blade should do the trick.”

“Nobody is killing anyone,” Dean interjected, stepping closer to you. “Sammy made it through his detox and we’re gonna get you through yours. I can tell you’re a fighter, it’s not time to give up now.”

You took a shaky breath as your hand began to shake again. You could feel the hunger gnawing at the back of your subconscious, clouding your thoughts. You had one goal and you would do anything to get what you needed. You began to struggle against the restraints, trying to loosen them and get your hands or feet free.

“I can’t,” you growled through gritted teeth. “Let me out of here!”

“You’re stronger than your addiction, Y/N. Just focus on getting better, we’ll be in to check on you a few times a day.” Sam let out a heavy sigh. “It’s going to suck, but we’ll be here to support you.”

Your whole body began to start shaking and you felt a trickle of sweat slide down your forehead. The hunger was becoming so intense, you couldn’t think anymore. You let out a loud scream of frustration as the three men turned around and walked toward the door on the opposite side of the room.

“No! You can’t leave me here! I’ll be fine, just let me out!” You pleaded, the restraints digging further into your skin as you struggled against them. They ignored you and shut the door behind them.

You were alone with the pain of your addiction, the horrible impulsive subconscious entity that consumed you. And that… that scared you more than the pain of detox did. You really didn’t know if you could survive… or if you even wanted to.

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