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[meansstoamend]

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Hello! How are you today? I hope you are doing well today! I have read your stories well mostly of Dean and I fall in love with them! Your stories are just French kisses!! I was wondering if you are okay the the idea or available in Season 10 ep 1-3 Dean is the knight of hell but instead of Sam who found him, it has his wife or fiance reader? He doesn't harm her at all but all he wants to do is trap her and rail her all long day and night he willingly goes with her to the bunker. Something like that, I'm very sorry if it's accurate could it but smut and fluff if it's okay with you? If not that okie! Don't worry! I love your stories and Keep up on doing what you do best! Thank you and have a wonderful day!!

OMG STAHHHP. You're so sweet. I'm glad you like my writing--I love doing it! AND I LOVE THIS ASK SO FREAKING MUCH. I love you for giving me the opportunity to write Dean in the most dominating, degrading, aggressive way possible without feeling bad for making him like that. I love my soft!dom Dean...but I am so freaking into this...HOPE YOU LOVE IT!

Fiend

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x wife!reader

Summary: I mean...just read the lovely anon's request. So gooooood.

Warnings: An unnecessary amount of SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), choking, slight degradation, rough sex, oral (M & F receiving), face sitting, orgasm denial, Dean is very dominant. Cursing, canon violence, Mark of Cain bloodlust, use of pet names, slight domestic violence.

A/N: I 100% went overboard on this one and I have no regrets. Fair warning, it's insanely long. It doesn't follow the season 10 storyline perfectly, but we've got the core elements.

"Are you sure about this?" you asked softly.

Sam stared at you, a familiar dark expression on his face. "Do you want to find him or not?"

You closed your eyes and sighed quietly. Of course you did, but you didn't want to lose who you were along the way. "You know I do, but torture's not exactly my thing."

"It's a demon."

"Wearing an innocent woman."

"Fine. You stay out here, then."

You watched Sam enter the dungeon, clearly prepared to do whatever it took to find his brother. The first scream echoed through the hallway and straight into your chest like a knife. You couldn't stay there--didn't wanna hear what happened next.

You went as far away as you could, walking past the bedroom you hadn't entered since the night he'd died. Sam had been the one to discover he was gone--Sam had been the one who found his note. You'd cried yourself to sleep on the couch in the library, heart too broken to even move.

The next morning, you woke to Sam's shouts of your name, but nothing would prepare you for what happened next. Sam's frightened eyes met yours and all he said was "He's gone," before handing you a note.

It was Dean's handwriting. You were sure of it. All it said was "(Y/N), Sammy, let me go."

That was six weeks ago.

Simple as the request was, it wasn't something either you or Sam could do, nor could Castiel. The three of you loved that man too much to just let him go.

At this point, all you knew was Dean was gone and Crowley was with him. Dean's handwriting on the note was the only indicator he wasn't dead...but you'd watched him die. You'd held him in your arms. The only possible answer was that Crowley had gotten a demon to possess Dean's body and rode off into the sunset with him. What you didn't know was why.

**********

Torturing the demon hadn't exactly proven fruitful, but Sam did manage to find a case he thought was connected to Dean. He was convinced the death of a man named Drew Neely was related to demons--and possibly to the missing Winchester.

While it seemed like quite a stretch to you, you were willing to go with him to Wisconsin and find out what happened.

As per usual, you and Sam pretended to be FBI to get inside information on the investigation. Much to your surprise, when the local PD showed you and Sam security footage from the gas station where Drew Neely was murdered, you saw a very familiar face.

You'd know him anywhere--Dean Winchester, seemingly alive and well, being attacked by Drew Neely. You watched as Dean pulled the First Blade from inside his jacket and stabbed Neely repeatedly. As the other man died violently, you watched in horror as Dean's normally beautiful green eyes turned black as night.

You looked up at Sam, whose expression matched your own. It looked like Sam's suspicions were correct--Dean was in fact possessed by a demon. Your only thought was saving him, even though you knew you'd really only be saving his body. You'd be damned if you let some demon scum ride around in Dean's body forever.

When you left the station, Sam turned to you, eyes full of a mixture of sorrow and anger. "Wanna go to the gas station? See if there's anything there?"

You nodded, still a little too upset to do much talking. Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. He knew full-well how difficult this whole thing was for you. This wasn't Sam's first experience with his brother's death, but it was a first for you. He could tell the loss was killing you slowly, especially with Dean's body being defiled by some demon asshole.

When you arrived at the gas station, you were both surprised when the clerk handed you Neely's phone. You wondered why he hadn't given it over to the police, but at the moment, you couldn't be bothered to care. You wanted answers and this phone might be the key.

"There's a text from a number not saved in the contacts," Sam said as he scrolled through the phone's contents.

You leaned forward to look at the screen. "An Abbadon loyalist," you mumbled. "Lovely. But who the hell told Neely Dean was even here?"

Sam shrugged as he pressed the call button, dialing the number on the screen. "Only one way to find out."

When the voice on the other end of the phone answered, the rage that had been simmering inside of you for 6 weeks finally overflowed. "Crowley, you son of a bitch!" you yelled.

The chuckle on the other end did nothing to ease your anger. "Well hello (Y/N). I was wondering when I'd hear from you. Can I assume your avenging Moose is there too?"

You were about to tear into Crowley, but Sam placed a firm hand on your shoulder and shook his head. You clamped your mouth shut so tightly your jaw began to ache.

"Where the hell is my brother, you son of a bitch?"

"Maybe if you were nicer to me, I'd help you."

"Why don't you just start by telling us why you sent an Abbadon loyalist after Dean in the first place?" you growled.

"How else was I supposed to keep the bloodlust at bay? The Mark wants what the Mark wants."

You inhaled sharply, the ache in your chest intensifying at his words. Even in death, the damn Mark of Cain was still torturing Dean.

"Where are you?" Sam tried again.

"Oh please, Samuel, as if I'm going to tell you. Your brother and I are having a grand ol' time together. I quite like this version of him. I'm sure you and (Y/N) are jealous over our new relationship, but I simply can't be bothered to care."

"If Dean wasn't possessed, there's no way he'd be with you," you seethed.

Crowley's laughter echoed through the phone, sending cold shivers down your back. "You think he's possessed? That's not how the Mark works, sweetheart."

The condescension in his tone made you want to crawl through the phone and rip his throat out, but you managed to bite your tongue.

"The Mark twists the soul--darkening it with each kill--until all that remains is darkness," Crowley gloated. "So you see, Dean isn't possessed by a demon, he is one. Not just any demon either—a knight of hell."

You took a step back, suddenly feeling incredibly nauseous. Out of all the scenarios that had run through your mind when Dean went missing, this wasn't one of them. There was no worse way to dishonor his memory--his legacy--than this.

You vaguely heard Sam yelling into the phone, but your mind was spinning too quickly for you to comprehend a single word. Your entire world had just been tipped on its head and you weren't sure how to find solid ground again.

You doubled over, breath coming out in painful heaves. Bile rose in the back of your throat and you found yourself hurling the limited amount of food you'd eaten all over the sidewalk.

You felt Sam's strong, comforting hand on your back as he tried to calm you. After several more dry heaves, you managed to stand back up, eyes bloodshot from the exertion.

Sam's gaze was gentle, but you could see the pain in his eyes. As much as you loved Dean, you knew Sam loved him just as much. You couldn't afford to break down now--not when the two people you loved most in this world needed you.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"No need to apologize, (Y/N/N). This is a lot to take in."

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

"I think I know how to find them."

Your head snapped up, meeting Sam's gaze with hope for the first time in weeks. "How?"

"I think I can track Crowley's phone."

You shot Sam a weak grin. "Thank god you're a genius. Let's go."

Before heading to Crowley's last known location, you and Sam discussed your findings thus far. You now knew Dean wasn't technically dead--which meant there was a slight chance you could use the ritual you'd tried on Crowley over a year ago.

There was a chance you could make Dean human again--and it was a risk you were more than willing to make. Knowing Dean was still in there--still alive--made you more reckless than you'd ever been. You were determined to bring him home, no matter the cost.

**********

You and Sam decided to split up, determining you had more of a shot at bringing Dean home that way. Sam went one route and you went the other, stealing a car to make your journey.

You didn’t realize it, but this decision would result in a cascade of events that would put you right in the crosshairs of the demon your husband had become—alone.

As you sped along the dark highway towards the Black Spur, you were left with nothing to do but listen to the thoughts swirling around your mind. Without Sam there to keep you occupied, your inner turmoil had begun to rear its ugly head.

Out of all the things you’d expected to happen when Dean died, becoming a demon had not been among them. Being possessed was one thing—being a demon was another thing entirely.

You knew exactly how Dean would feel about it, if he’d actually had the ability to feel, and it broke your heart. He was the strongest man you’d ever known, but this would break him. Even worse, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what you would feel when you found him.

You loved Dean Winchester with every part of your soul. He was your best friend, your lover, your partner, your husband. He was the man who never failed to make you laugh or bring a smile to your face. He held you when you cried, took care of you when you were hurt, and made love to you like you were the only thing tethering him to earth. But you knew that man was gone—all that remained was the beautiful body that once held the most incredible soul you’d ever known.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Crying wouldn’t fix things and you’d done more than enough of that in the last month. Instead, you focused on what you were going to do when you found Dean.

You had no idea how you were going to convince him to come back to the bunker with you. You weren’t even sure he wouldn’t kill you if you tried to force him. You’d come prepared, but you would die before killing him. End of the day, he was Dean—somewhere inside him was the man you loved.

Part of you hoped Sammy would get there first—that he’d be the one to find Dean. Then he’d be faced with the decision of what to do next, sparing you the pain. You knew that wasn’t fair, but if you were being honest, you didn’t trust yourself to do this alone. One single look at his face could very well be your undoing.

You sighed quietly and glanced at your GPS. Only a couple hours to go before you would find out for yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam had managed to get himself kidnapped when his car broke down on the way to the Black Spur, which meant he most definitely would not be beating you there. Unfortunately for you, that meant confronting Dean would be entirely on your shoulders--a weight you certainly didn't wish to carry.

**********

A few hours later, you arrived at the Black Spur, unsurprised and maybe a bit relieved to see that Dean was no longer there. You talked to the bouncer Dean had beat the shit out of the night before, so you knew you weren't very far behind him.

What you didn't know was Crowley and Dean had a rather intense falling out due to Dean's ever-growing aggressive behavior and complete and utter lack of respect for Crowley.

After leaving the Black Spur, you decided to stop at a motel, get some sleep, and wait for Sam. You'd tried calling him to no avail and you were starting to worry, but you knew Sam could take care of himself.

You'd just managed to fall asleep when your phone rang. It was Sam.

"Everything alright?" you asked.

"Got kidnapped by some guy named Cole."

"Sorry, what?"

"Apparently Dean killed his dad when he was a teenager and now he wants revenge. He kidnapped me hoping I would tell him where Dean was. He admitted he was trying to get us both, but he hadn't expected us to split up."

"Great. Just what we need. Some random human hunting the best hunter-turned-demon in history."

Sam sighed his agreement. "Cole called Dean...and he actually answered."

"What?!"

"Told him he'd kill me if Dean didn't give himself up."

You paused for a moment, breath caught in your chest. "And?"

"He refused. Told Cole he'd given me explicit instructions to let him go--and it was my fault for not listening to him," Sam said with a huff. "Then he told Cole if he killed me, he'd hunt him down and kill him."

You chuckled dryly. "That actually sounds like Dean."

Sam chuckled softly with you. "Yeah...it does."

You could hear the sorrow in his voice and you knew it matched your own. Seeing even the slightest sliver of your Dean in this demon version was beyond painful.

"I managed to get away while he was distracted. I'm on my way to the Black Spur now," Sam said after a few moments.

"He's not here. I've looked."

You could almost hear Sam's chest deflate as the hope left him. "Any sign of where they might've gone next?"

"No," you answered softly. "And Crowley turned his damn phone off."

Sam sighed heavily. "We'll find him, (Y/N)."

You wanted to believe him--wanted to have that kind of faith, but you'd lost steam. There wasn't a trail to follow, and even if there was, you weren't sure you should follow it. Dean had left Sam to die all because he'd ignored Dean's instructions. What would he do to you if you found him?

You ignored the tightening in your chest, pushing down your emotions as deeply as you could before wrapping up your call. You told Sam what motel you were in and that you'd see him in a couple hours.

You'd just laid back down when there was a knock at your door. You grabbed your gun and slipped an angel blade into the waistband of your pants before moving towards the door. When you looked through the peephole, your eyes nearly popped out of your skull.

You ripped open the door with surprising force, angel blade pointing at the visitor's throat.

"Watch where you're pointing that thing," Crowley grumbled.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

"Because I know where your husband is."

Your expression softened slightly, but the blade remained pressed to his neck. "Are you going to tell me or do I need to beat it out of you."

Crowley laughed mirthlessly. "Oh please, (Y/N). We all know you aren't capable of torture."

He was right, of course, but you would never admit it. Instead, you narrowed your eyes and pressed the blade a little more firmly into his skin.

The demon winced and threw up his hands in surrender. "Fine! I'll tell you. Just put that thing down."

You remained still for a moment before stepping back and allowing him entry into your room. You closed the door behind him, keeping the blade securely in your hand. "Talk."

"It's more that I know how to find him and less that I know where he is."

You clenched your jaw, feeling the simmering rage begin to boil. "This entire thing is your fault, Crowley, so if you want to stay alive, I suggest you speak plainly."

"We're not exactly on good terms at the moment."

Your eyes scanned his face and a small smirk appeared on yours. "He get tired of you?"

Crowley's eyes narrowed. "We had a disagreement over how to handle his bloodlust. Plus, he's even more arrogant than he was as a human."

Your heart clenched at the word 'bloodlust'. You'd hoped it had subsided in his death, but that damn Mark wouldn't quit until it took every last vestige of humanity left in Dean.

"Fine, so he left your ass in the dust. How do you plan to find him?"

"I have several demons watching his every move. I can't have him making too much of a mess. His type of chaos is bad for business."

"Then make a call and tell me where he is."

"Happily," Crowley paused. "On one condition."

"There it is," you grumbled.

"It's a simple request, really. All I want in return is the First Blade."

"Why?"

"I have my reasons, and I'm quite certain you don't want it in Dean's hands."

You thought about it for a few moments. "If you screw me over, I will burn your sordid kingdom to the ground around you before killing you in the most painful way possible."

Crowley almost seemed impressed. "I think you've spent a little too much time with Dean."

"Not nearly enough," you mumbled under your breath. "Do we have an understanding?"

"I tell you where to find Dean, you give me the Blade."

"You take me to Dean, I give you the Blade," you countered.

A look of fear flashed across his face. "I'd really rather not."

"I don't give a damn. You made this mess, so you're gonna help us out of it."

Crowley sighed. "Fine."

You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, but Crowley interrupted you before you could dial.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling Sam."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why the hell not?"

"You will have better luck persuading Dean than Sam will. You've never once betrayed Dean--never let him down. Sam cannot say the same. As such, it's likely Dean will be more likely to have a soft spot for you, even now."

You contemplated his words for several moments, before shaking your head. "Sam's his brother. He needs to know."

Crowley snapped his fingers, sending your phone flying across the room and into the wall with shocking speed, shattering it instantly.

"You son of a bitch!"

"You want my help? We go alone. Sam can catch up."

You glared at him in annoyance, before sighing quietly. "Fine. But I'm driving."

**********

"A piano bar?" you asked in surprise as you parked across the street.

"That's what they said."

Your eyes scanned the street before landing on a familiar black Chevy Impala. Your heart skipped a beat, knowing you were about to come face to face with your worst nightmare.

Crowley's gaze followed yours and he hummed quietly. "As I said, he's here."

"Get out," you hissed. "You're coming in too."

"Pardon?"

"Do you want the Blade, Crowley? Then get out of the damn car."

He huffed, but did as you said. You gestured for him to walk ahead of you, effectively blocking you from sight from the inside of the bar.

The moment Crowley entered, Dean felt his presence. "Didn't expect you to come back," he stated as he sipped some whiskey.

Hearing his voice sent a wave of emotion through your body, having not heard it in weeks.

Dean seemed to realize Crowley wasn't alone and you heard him inhale deeply. "I'd know that scent anywhere." He finally turned around to face the two of you. "(Y/N)."

"Hello Dean," you said softly, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. The idea he could smell you from several feet away was both a reminder of who he'd become, and an uncomfortable turn-on.

Dean glared at Crowley, realizing he had given his location up. Before he could say anything to him, you stepped forward, causing Dean's gaze to snap back to you.

"I suggest you run before I rip your heart out and feed it to you," you growled under your breath, not sparing another look in Crowley’s direction.

Crowley immediately stepped back, exiting the bar as quickly as possible.

"I didn't think you'd be foolish enough to work with Crowley," Dean said lowly.

"Means to an end."

"Hmm." He took a long drink of his whiskey before placing the empty glass on the counter. "I'm surprised you're here alone."

"Glad you asked--Sam's fine. No thanks to you."

Dean's eyes narrowed and he stood up, taking a step towards you. "I gave both of you very explicit instructions to let me go. What happens to you when you disobey is not my fault."

You inhaled sharply, body reacting to his words without approval from your brain. You clenched your jaw, trying to appear calmer than you felt.

Dean had always been extremely perceptive, and his demon abilities only heightened it. He took another predatory step towards you. "I can see your turmoil, sweetheart--you want me and you hate yourself for it."

You scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself--you're not Dean."

He laughed and the sound sent chills down your spine. "That's where you're wrong--I'm 100% Dean, just the new and improved version."

You felt a pang in your chest. "I'll have to disagree on the 'improved' part."

Dean started to slowly circle you, like a predator hunting his prey. "Aren't you the least bit curious, (Y/N)?" Each ring brought him closer and closer to you, until you could feel his body heat enveloping you. "Don't you want to know about all the things I can do now? All the ways I can wreck that pretty little body of yours?"

You felt his breath on the back of your neck--and you were embarrassed when your lips parted and your own breathing sped up.

"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." The pet name dripped with condescension--his voice low and gruff, barely above a growl. You felt a wave of arousal rush to your core, thighs rubbing together on instinct.

The movement didn't go unnoticed by Dean, who let out a dark chuckle. His lips brushed against your ear as he inhaled deeply. "I can smell how badly you want me, (Y/N)."

His hand gripped your hip tightly, pulling you back so you were flush against his front. You felt his hard length pressing into you through his jeans, a soft needy sound escaping your lips.

Suddenly he pulled away, leaving you feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. He might be wearing your husband's face, but he was a demon for christ's sake! You should be as far from turned on as humanly possible.

He came to a stop in front of you, close enough to touch you, but far enough to allow you some clarity. "I imagine you came here to talk me into coming home?"

You didn't bother to reply, it was obvious he could read you as well as he did as a human.

"If I'd wanted to be human again, I wouldn't have left. I'm as familiar with the cure as you are, sweetheart--and it's not worth it to me. I like who I am--I like being a demon. All that baggage I carried as a human? It's gone--I've never felt more free, (Y/N), and I'm not giving that up."

Much to Dean's surprise, your expression morphed into quiet understanding, eyes softening as you watched him closely. He felt uncomfortable under your gaze, so he flashed his eyes black in an attempt to regain control of the situation.

You winced slightly, hating seeing those demon eyes obscuring the brilliant green you loved so much. Your expression, however, remained soft. "Your life wasn't easy," you murmured gently. "There was a lot of heartbreak, pain, and loss...not to mention the weight of the entire world on your shoulders for most of your adult life. I can understand why you'd prefer this...you no longer have to give a damn."

Dean wanted to be annoyed--he wanted to be angry, his need for control surging inside him. Instead, he found himself stepping closer to you again--drawn to your soft eyes and sweet expression. Somewhere deep inside, emotions began to stir.

What had once been a deep, unending love for you, had turned to a lust so powerful, it threatened to devour you both. His eyes turned back to green, but the irises were barely visible around his widened pupils. His gaze was hungry, the predatory look having returned with a vengeance.

"How 'bout we go back to my room?" he purred lowly.

You knew you should say no--you shouldn't go anywhere alone with him, but you couldn't bring yourself to deny him.

"Are you afraid of me, (Y/N)?"

"You're a knight of hell," you whispered. "I'd have to be a fool not to be."

He smirked coldly. "Do you think I'm going to hurt you, sweetheart?"

Despite the darkness within him--despite what he had become--you believed in your heart he would never hurt you.

"No," you murmured honestly.

His smirk widened, rough fingers reaching out to grip your jaw tightly. "Oh I will hurt you, baby--but only in the ways you like."

You inhaled sharply, a wave of arousal dampening your panties even further. Your lips parted slightly, eyes never leaving his.

"You're coming with me," he growled possessively, hand gripping your wrist tightly as he dragged you to the door.

He pulled you roughly out onto the sidewalk and practically dragged you to the Impala, pulling the door open and shoving you into the passenger seat.

His aggression was a turn-on, none of his actions thus far having hurt you. You were certain you'd have bruising on your wrist from where he grabbed you, but you were completely fine with it.

He drove in silence at a speed that sent little waves of terror through you. The hotel he was staying at wasn't far, but he still made it there in record time. It was a much nicer place than the ones you usually stayed in, but you weren't surprised that Dean's tastes had become a little more bougie.

He dragged you into the elevator, pulling your back flush against his chest, hands gripping your upper arms like iron vices. You squirmed slightly and he let out a low growl, grip tightening.

"You move like that again and I'm gonna fuck you in this damn elevator," he hissed.

Part of you was into it, but you also didn't want to get caught fucking your demon husband in a public elevator. So you remained as still as possible until the doors opened on his floor and he pulled you down the hall to his room.

Once inside, Dean slammed the door with force, pinning you up against it so your cheek was pressed into it. His body was molded up against yours and his hot breath fanned across your neck. You felt his teeth scrape your pulse point, earning a low moan from you.

"You have one chance to get out of this," he growled. "One chance to say no and walk away before I fucking devour you."

If you'd had any sense, you would have ran away and never looked back, but you were already too far gone. He might not be the Dean you married, but he was still Dean--just the much darker, much wilder version.

"Fuck me, Dean," you begged softly.

He groaned lowly. "Oh I'm gonna do so much more than that sweetheart."

He ground his bulge into your back and bit into the soft flesh in the crook of your neck, causing you to whimper slightly.

"Wanna know the best part about being a demon?" he purred in your ear as he tugged your head back by your hair so he could see your eyes.

You nodded your head as best you could and waited for him to continue.

"I can have multiple orgasms and I've got the stamina of a god," he murmured. "I can fuck you all night long if I want to--and damnit I want to."

He spun you around quickly, slamming you against the wall beside the door. His lips were on yours immediately, tongue invading your mouth before you could even process what was happening.

You whimpered softly as his lips left yours and he began to kiss and nip his way across your jaw, down your throat, and to your collarbone. He wasn't being gentle, but you still found yourself wanting more--needing more.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, unused to the longer locks. It gave you more to grab, giving you a firmer grip on his head--and you loved it. If the groan that left Dean's mouth was any indication, he loved it too.

You felt his hands grasping at the front of your shirt before ripping it right in half. You yelped in surprise, but he ignored you, instead grabbing the edges of your bra and tugging them down to reveal your breasts.

"Oh, I missed these," Dean murmured before leaning back down to pull your nipple into his mouth. He used both hands to massage your breasts harshly, fingertips pinching at your exposed nipple while he nipped and sucked on the other.

You were panting heavily--almost to an embarrassing degree given how little this man had actually done to you. You found yourself falling into a familiar role with him, though he was much rougher than you were accustomed to.

When he switched to suck on your other breast, he slipped one hand down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He unfastened them easily before sliding his hand into them to cup your very wet pussy.

You felt Dean's smirk against your breast a moment before he lifted his head to look at your face. "Your panties are soaked," he groaned. "How long have you been thinking about me fucking you senseless?"

Your eyes weren't entirely focused on him and you didn't respond right away, so he grabbed your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You respond when I ask you a question."

You gasped softly before whimpering out an answer, "Since I saw you in the bar."

He gave you a look clearly indicating his disbelief. "Really?" His fingers pressed more firmly against your pussy, brushing against your clit purposefully. He ignored your soft moan, but you saw the smirk in his eyes. "You didn't imagine me fucking you while you played with your pretty pussy? Don't lie to me, sweetheart, I know you can't go almost 2 months without an orgasm."

You shook your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your honest response.

His eyes flashed black and your heart leapt into your throat, a surge of fear sweeping through you. "Don't be a brat, (Y/N)," he growled. "You know what will happen."

Under normal circumstances, you'd play into the bratty role--it always got Dean riled up. But this wasn't a normal situation and he wasn't the normal Dean. Dean had always been a very loving and affectionate dom, but you knew demon Dean was about as far from loving and affectionate as one could be. You didn't want to see exactly how far he'd go if you pushed his buttons.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Answer my question."

"I did imagine you," you said so softly he almost didn't hear you.

He pretended to have missed your words and he leaned in closer. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

"I imagined you," you said again, slightly louder.

"I know." He simultaneously bit into your neck and rubbed his fingers against your clothed clit, eliciting a wanton moan from your lips.

"There are lots of women in this world that'll fall right into my bed with a single look from me, but not a single one has a pussy like yours. Been dreamin' of it for weeks."

His words hurt you, but you pushed those feelings aside and tried to focus on the positive of the backhanded compliment he'd just given you.

He suddenly stepped back, leaving you completely untethered and weaker than you'd expected. Had the wall not been right behind you, you'd be on the floor right now.

His eyes roamed your disheveled body hungrily, possessively. He backed up towards the bed, taking off his shirt as he went. He sat down on the edge, eyes still glued to your body. "Come here."

You did as he asked, too afraid to disobey him.

"Strip."

You started to remove your clothes quickly, but his gravelly voice stopped you. "Slower."

You very slowly removed each article of clothing until you were completely bare. While you'd been naked hundreds of times in front of Dean, this time was different. You felt self-conscious under his hard gaze, afraid he wouldn't like what he saw.

He seemed to sense your discomfort, and to your surprise he assuaged it instantly. "Becoming a demon didn't make me stop loving that body of yours, sweetheart. It's still my favorite thing in the world."

You relaxed instantly, feeling pleased that he liked your body so much. A soft voice in the back of your mind pointed out he'd said your body was his favorite, not you--but you pushed that thought aside for the sake of your heart.

He spread his legs wide and leaned back on his hands, appreciative gaze roaming your exposed flesh. "Now, show me how you like your pretty pussy to be touched."

You bit your lip, keeping your eyes locked on his face as you slid one hand to your breasts and the other to your aching pussy. Dean's eyes watched as you slipped your fingers between your folds, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

You toyed with your clit gently, little moans and whimpers filling the room. You watched as Dean removed his belt and stood up to take off his jeans and underwear. When you finally got a good view of his cock you moaned a little louder, and his eyes flicked up to your face. He smirked when he realized what had caused that noise to come out of your mouth.

He stepped towards you, gripping his large cock firmly in his dominant hand, stroking it slowly. Your own hand had slowed nearly to a stop, but Dean wouldn't have any of that. "Did I say you could stop?"

You quickly sped back up, wanting to please him with an unhealthy level of desperation.

"You're such a good girl for me. My little slut," he said lowly. "Saw the way you looked at my cock, baby--bet you want it in your mouth."

You nodded rapidly.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours. "On your knees."

You dropped to your knees instantly, ready and willing to give him want he asked for.

"Open your mouth. Now."

Your mouth opened obediently, waiting for his next move.

"You gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?"

You nodded eagerly.

"So fucking sexy like this," he murmured. "Gonna make you choke on my cock."

He gave no further warning before grabbing the back of your head and tugging you down onto his cock. You gagged as his large member slammed into the back of your throat, a burning sensation accompanying it.

His hips moved rapidly as he fucked your face harshly--it was as if you were an inanimate object, only there to give him pleasure.

This level of roughness was new for you, and you were surprised to find how much you were enjoying it. Your eyes watered, spit dribbled down your jaw, and your pussy dripped.

The ache was almost unbearable, so you slipped a hand between your legs to provide yourself some relief.

Dean's observant gaze saw the action and he grinned. "Such a dirty little slut aren't you? Getting off on sucking my cock."

You moaned around him, pulling a surprised groan from deep in his throat. He gripped your head tighter, thrusts speeding up. "Fuck--love this mouth," he ground out.

The force of his thrusts made you pause your own ministrations, attention focused solely on the intensity of his motions. You gripped his strong thighs tightly, nails digging into the soft flesh.

"Oh fuck yes--gonna cum in this sweet little mouth, baby."

You moaned in response.

"Yeah? You want that? Want me to cum down your throat?"

You moaned again and tried to nod.

"How could I deny my little slut?" His grip tightened even further on your head, pulling your hair painfully. With one final thrust, he spilled his load into your mouth, hot ropes of cum filling your throat.

You swallowed every drop he gave you, knowing he'd certainly punish you if even a single drop left your mouth.

Even Dean had to admit, he hadn't had an orgasm that good since he'd become a demon--and watching you swallow all of his cum like that had him wanting more. "Greedy, are we?"

You licked your lips as you looked up at him. "I can't help it. You just taste so good."

He was taken aback by your statement, cock twitching in response. Perks of being a demon, he thought to himself. Already ready for round two. "On the bed, feet off the end."

You got up and laid down on the bed, face up. You weren't moving quickly enough for Dean, so he grabbed your ankles and roughly pulled you towards him. Your ass was now hanging off the bed slightly and your pussy was at the perfect height for him to enjoy from his knees.

There was something incredibly thrilling about seeing Dean on his knees for you. While it wasn't the first time, you doubted demon Dean was the kind of man who'd get on his knees for anyone.

"Now I'm gonna eat this pretty pussy of yours until I get my fill, understand? If you try to stop me, you will be punished."

"Yes, Dean."

"Good girl," he mumbled. He spread your legs as wide as they would go and breathed deeply. He licked his lips subconsciously before diving into you.

As always, Dean knew exactly what to do to drive you wild--he'd learned how to read your body years ago. His tongue felt incredible, large and flat, licking from the bottom of your pussy to the top, giving your clit a gentle flick, then repeating.

You shifted your hips, trying to get him to speed up, which he ignored. Instead, he laid his arm across your lower belly, holding you in place so he could continue his work.

After several more moments of this agonizing pace, he finally relented, lips wrapping around your clit to suck it into his mouth. You cried out in pleasure, legs already beginning to shake.

His motions were rhythmic, sucking your clit and licking it intermittently, as if he couldn't decide which one he preferred. As your moans grew in intensity, he knew you were getting closer. He had plans for you this evening--and your first orgasm of the night was going to be from his mouth and nothing else.

Your fingers had tangled in his hair and you were desperately trying to grind yourself against his face, but his arm prevented you from moving. He switched to focus all of his attention on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue at an insane rate of speed.

You cried out as you came, the orgasm breathtaking in its intensity and pleasure. Dean worked you through the high, but didn't make any signs of stopping.

You remembered his words from earlier, so you kept your mouth shut even though the sensitivity was overwhelming.

When he felt your body begin to relax and the soft moans began to leave your lips again, he slowed his pace way down. He wanted to take his time now, enjoying your taste and the sweet sounds you made for him.

He slid two of his fingers into you, pressing gently against your g-spot before sliding them back out. His tongue laved at your clit, moans of his own giving it the slightest vibrations.

When your pussy started clenching tightly around his fingers and your breathing had become more labored, he sped up. He sucked and licked at your clit, nipping ever so gently at the hood, causing you to yelp softly.

Your fingers had once again found their way to his hair and you were holding on for dear life. You felt your orgasm building--it was so close. You voiced as much to Dean, even though he was already very aware.

You were just about to reach your peak when Dean suddenly slowed down--to an agonizingly slow pace.

"No, no, no--please!" you begged.

Dean ignored your pleas, opting to focus on his activities instead. He sped up just a tiny bit, building your orgasm back up.

The louder your moans became, the faster Dean went. Your orgasm was approaching once again and you begged Dean not to stop.

You were a second away from your orgasm when Dean once again slowed his motions. You cried out in anguish as the blissful feeling faded away.

"Please, Dean," you whimpered.

He lifted his head slightly, fingers still moving very slowly against your g-spot. "I'm not done with this pussy yet. Tastes too good for me to stop."

"But I need to cum," you cried.

"You'll cum when I let you cum," he said harshly.

His mouth dropped back to your pussy, focus once again on enjoying his feast.

Dean did this two more times--denying you an orgasm mere seconds before one was to occur. By this point, you were crying and begging him to just let you cum--you couldn't stand the ache any longer.

Dean decided he had listened to your babbling pleas for long enough. He pulled away from you, leaving you whimpering shamefully.

Dean laid down on the bed beside you. "Get up here. I'm not finished yet."

You were confused, so you didn't move fast enough for him. He smacked your breast harshly and you yelped in pain.

"I said, get up here. Now."

"I don't understand," you whimpered.

Dean sighed in exasperation. "Sit on my face so I can eat you properly."

It's not like you hadn't done this with him before. It was something you'd always known Dean enjoyed, but your brain was so fuzzy with need, it hadn't even crossed your mind.

You pulled yourself up and straddled his head. He didn't wait for you to sit down, he simply grabbed your hips and tugged you down to his waiting mouth.

You moaned in pleasure instantly, the sound spurring him on. He knew you were in for an incredibly intense orgasm and he was dying to taste it--to feel you coat his mouth and face with your sweet juices.

He had you on the brink in an embarrassingly short amount of time, but you couldn't be bothered to feel any shame. You were grinding down on his face, using him for your own pleasure.

You prayed he wouldn't stop this time--the need to cum so overwhelming it was painful. You were gripping onto the headboard for support as you rode his face, moans slowly rising in pitch as you neared climax.

Dean's fingers dug into your upper thighs and hips so tightly there were sure to be bruises. He could tell you were close, so he sped up his motions, desperate for you to cum.

"Dean--I-I'm gonna--"

You finally came with a scream of his name--the sound so loud it likely woke the entire hotel. Your legs shook violently, the pleasure so blinding you nearly blacked out.

It wasn't until you felt someone lifting you and laying you on your back that you started to become aware of your surroundings again.

Dean watched you, a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. He reached out and brushed your hair from your face where it had stuck to your sweaty skin. It was an oddly affectionate gesture for a demon.

He waited patiently for you to re-acclimate to your surroundings--come back down to earth, as it were. When your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his, you smiled, forgetting for a moment that he was anything but the man you loved.

"That was...in-incredible," you mumbled breathlessly.

He grinned. "Happy to be of service."

You smiled in return, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

Dean crawled on top of you, arms on either side of your body, ensuring you couldn't get away. "I'm no where near done with you yet."

"You give me another orgasm like that and you just might kill me."

He grinned wolfishly, eyes darkening with lust. "Oh sweetheart...you have no idea what I could do to you."

You weren't sure if it was a threat or a promise, but you were incredibly turned-on by it. Dean could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest beneath him...and he knew his words had the desired effect.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed it very gently between your folds. You inhaled sharply at the sensation.

"Do you want my cock?"

You nodded rapidly.

"Come on baby, I wanna hear you say it."

"I want your cock."

"Good girl," he murmured, repeating his earlier motion. "Now beg for it."

Your eyes widened and he gave you a warning look. You knew you had to beg or else. "I want your cock so badly."

"Mhmm."

"I need it."

"Keep going."

"I...I wanna feel you inside me."

"Come on, sweetheart," he chided. "I know you can do better than that."

"I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please--I need you."

He slipped the tip of his cock into you and you whimpered softly. "Give me a little more, baby."

"I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name," you begged. "I'll be so good for you--I promise."

He plunged into you without warning, sheathing himself deep in your warm, wet heat. "That's my good girl," he moaned.

He started to move slowly, in and out, each direction painfully slow. "My god have I missed this pussy," he said as if to himself.

You whined beneath him, hoping he'd get the hint and pick up the pace.

He looked down at your needy expression and smirked. "Patience, baby. I'll make those knees weak--don't you worry."

He leaned down to kiss you roughly, one hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back slightly as he deepened the kiss. His thrusts started to speed up, matching the pace he'd set with his tongue in your mouth.

After several moments, he pulled himself up, grabbing your legs and putting one on each side of his head. The new position allowed him to hit that spot so deep inside you, you'd thought it was a myth until you met him.

He began to piston in and out of you, each thrust hard and fast. Each time he'd pull almost all the way out slowly before slamming back into you with force--cock brushing up against your cervix with each thrust.

It didn't take long before you were a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him. He loved seeing how fucked out you were--knowing that it was all because of him.

"Whose pussy is this?"

Your eyes shot open. "Yours!" you gasped.

"That's right, baby. Mine," he growled. "No one gets to touch you like this but me."

"No one," you confirmed breathlessly.

His eyes flashed black. "I'll kill anyone who even looks at you like he wants to fuck you."

You inhaled sharply. Dean had always been a very protective man--possessive even--but this was a whole new level. You had no doubt in your mind that he was completely serious. He would most certainly murder a man for daring to have so much as an unclean thought about you.

It probably shouldn't have turned you on, but it did--his possessive nature infinitely more intense now that he was a demon. Your pussy clenched down tightly around him, signaling how much you liked his words.

"That turns you on, huh? You like the thought of me owning you? Owning this pussy?"

"Yes!" you cried out as he continued to pound into you.

"Lucky for you, I'm never letting you go again," he growled. His thrusts were fast and hard, his focus on feeling you cum around his cock.

His words had an immediate effect on you, his possessiveness almost affectionate in that moment. It was exactly what you needed to fall over the edge with a low moan of his name.

"Fuck!" he groaned as he tried to maintain his speed. Your pussy was squeezing him so tightly he could barely move. "Jesus, baby--gotta stop squeezing me like that."

"Sorry," you whimpered, trying to relax your body.

Dean's hips began to move again and he leaned forward to kiss your jawline. "Don't apologize--not your fault this pussy feels so fuckin' good--made for me."

You gasped softly, skin flushing at his praise.

He pulled out of you without warning and roughly flipped you onto your stomach. His palm landed on your ass with a firm smack, causing you to jump slightly.

"Lift your hips," he ordered.

You did as he asked and he slid into you, immediately setting a brutal pace. He alternated between smacking your ass, pulling your hair, and gripping your hips so you couldn't move.

Your pussy pulsed and fluttered around his cock, the pleasure becoming unbearable. "Dean--s-so close," you moaned.

"I know--you're squeezing me so tight," he replied through gritted teeth. "But don't you dare cum until I give you permission."

"But, I--"

He grabbed you by the hair, tugging you up so your back was pressed against his chest. He nipped at your ear and pressed his hand firmly against your neck--not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know he could.

His voice was low and demanding when he spoke again, "Be a good girl for me, (Y/N), and I won't have to hurt you. But if you disobey me, I will take everything I want and give you nothing, do you understand?"

"Yes," you whispered breathily.

"Good." He released you suddenly, letting your body fall back onto the bed as he renewed his painful thrusts.

You used all of your concentration to focus on not cumming until he allowed you to, but the more time passed, the more painful it was not to orgasm.

"Dean, please--I-I can't t-take it," you cried.

"Yes you can, baby. You're already taking my cock so well."

"Ne-need to cum," you begged.

Dean thought about it for a moment and made a decision. His hips slowed and he leaned forward to speak close to your ear. "You can cum after I do."

You whimpered, head nodding your agreement.

Dean's hands gripped onto your hips, holding them in place as he pistoned in and out of you, chasing his own high. He heard your desperate whimpers and felt your pussy spasming around him, but all he cared about was his release.

His hips began to falter as pleasure licked up his spine moments before he came with a guttural groan, spilling his seed deep inside you.

The moment you felt his cum begin to fill you up, your own orgasm crashed into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

Dean worked you through your high before pulling out of you and letting you collapse on the bed. His large body hovered over yours as he pressed kisses into your heated skin.

His cock was still throbbing with need, despite having just had an incredible orgasm. He knew you were exhausted, but he hadn't had his fill of you yet.

He rolled you back over and slid inside of you, slowly bottoming out with a breathless moan. You whimpered at the sensation, pussy too sensitive and overstimulated for another round.

"No--no more, Dean, please."

"I warned you, sweetheart...told you I wanted to fuck you all night."

"It--it's too much."

He slowly slid out of you and slowly slid back in. "I know you can take it."

You shook your head. "I can't--"

Dean grabbed your wrists and pulled them over your head, holding them tightly in place with one hand. The motion forced him lower, making his body weight press firmly against you.

His lips brushed against yours and his voice was almost pained when he whispered, "I'll be gentle."

You saw the need in his mossy green eyes and your resolve crumbled. You supposed you could allow him at least one more orgasm. "Alright," you murmured.

He smiled at you before kissing you deeply, thoroughly enjoying the taste and feel of you. His thrusts were slow and measured, much more gentle than they'd been before.

To your surprise, the friction wasn't as painful as you'd expected. In fact, you found yourself enjoying the slow feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, the thick vein on the underside throbbing inside you.

He let go of your wrists to hold himself up a little, allowing him more room to move. His eyes traced your face as he fucked you, the action incredibly intimate despite the situation.

After several minutes of gentle thrusts, Dean pulled himself up into a sitting position and pulled you along with him. You weren't strong enough to hold yourself up properly, but he was more than capable of keeping your body where he wanted it.

He leaned back, lying flat against the bed, with you now straddling him. You put your hands on his chest for leverage as you began to ride him.

Dean let out a soft moan, which you echoed when he pulled your hips down flush against his so you couldn't move. He pressed his hand firmly against your lower belly and you gasped in pleasure.

"You feel that, baby? Feel my cock so deep inside you? Feels so fuckin' good."

You nodded rapidly, not trusting your voice to actually speak.

Dean released your hips so you could move again, but his eyes didn't leave your body. "You look so fuckin' sexy riding me. Could stare at ya all night."

You blushed deeply, gaze pulling away from his bashfully.

He reached up and touched your cheek, pulling your face back towards him. "I like looking at you."

You bit your lip, but didn't turn away. Having demon Dean compliment you felt so incredibly different than what you were used to. It almost felt wrong to appreciate his words and his gaze--as if you were cheating on your husband. You knew you weren't really, but it still felt wrong.

After several more moments, Dean tired of the slowness of the pace. He grabbed you and pulled you down to him, wrapping his arms around you to hold you tightly. He planted his feet and began to piston up into you, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through your body.

He loved the wrecked sounds coming from your mouth as he fucked up into you. He knew his current angle would hit your sweet spot with each thrust--and he knew you wouldn't be able to avoid another orgasm.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to feel you cum all over his cock again--the sensation was almost as incredible as his own orgasm. He found himself craving it with a desperation he didn't want to dive too deeply into.

"I know you're close, sweetheart," he murmured. "I can feel it--know you wanna cum around my cock."

Your moans and whimpers were all the confirmation he needed.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Please," was all you could manage to say.

"Cum for me."

His command sent you over the edge with shocking ease. You weren't certain you even had it in you to cum again, and the intensity of the orgasm surprised you.

Dean held on tightly as your body shook, your pussy clenching and unclenching around him as you squirted all over his lower body.

"Holy fuck, you're sexy," he groaned, an intense feeling of pride surging through his veins. He'd made you squirt before, but every single time felt like a gold fucking medal to him.

His thrusts became more sloppy as his own orgasm neared. He was so close he could practically taste it, but it was your aftershocks that finally had him exploding inside of you. He stopped moving, holding you tight to him as he emptied deep in your pussy.

He carefully rolled you over onto your back before sliding out of you. You whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, which made his chest swell with pride.

"Spread those pretty legs for me, baby--spread 'em nice and wide," he murmured, large hand gently rubbing your thighs. "Spread yourself open--wanna watch my cum leaking out of you."

You did as he asked, surprised to find yourself so turned-on by his request. You watched him stare at the apex of your thighs, your mixed spends dripping from your abused hole.

He licked his lips, gaze flickering back up to yours. "You're the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."

You inhaled sharply, pleased by his praise. "Come here," you whispered, reaching for him.

You were surprised when he actually complied, crawling up your body and placing a soft kiss on to your lips, allowing you to run your hands through his hair affectionately.

After a few moments, Dean pulled away. "Why don't you get a little rest? You'll need your strength."

You looked at him in shock. "Strength for what?"

"You didn't think we were done, did you?"

"Dean, you can't possibly be serious!"

His eyes flashed black, reminding you exactly who and what you were dealing with. "I'm deadly serious."

You exhaled shakily as it finally dawned on you that you had no control over your current situation. Dean could do anything he wanted to you and there wouldn't be a damn thing you could do about it.

But that wasn't the concerning part. The concerning part was how little fear you felt. The idea of him being completely in control felt like a good thing...and that was what really scared you.

**********

You awoke several hours later to the feeling of Dean's rough hands on your soft skin. You were lying on your side, with him directly behind you. It had been a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but it seemed Dean now had a different idea.

You felt his cock tease your pussy and you whimpered softly.

"Need you just one more time," Dean murmured in your ear as he slid into you. He held you tightly against him, still spooning you as he began his gentle thrusts.

"Focus on how my cock feels in that tight little pussy of yours," he instructed. "I know you're sore, baby, but I'm gonna make you feel so good."

You'd lost count of the number of orgasms you'd had somewhere after the 7th one. You hadn't even known it was possible for the human body to have that many. Dean was right--you were sore, too sore to move, in fact.

"I've got you," he murmured, pressing his lips into your shoulder.

The intimacy of the moment surprised you and you weren't sure why Dean was being so soft. You leaned back into him, feeling the taunt muscles of his abdomen flex against you.

He took the movement as permission to continue what he was doing. He slid his hand farther down your body, slipping it between your legs to rub light circles on your swollen clit.

You gasped softly, nails digging into the flesh of his arm.

Dean shushed you gently. "Let me make you feel good--just relax."

You tried to do as he said, willing your overstimulated body to stop tensing.

As Dean continued his gentle thrusts and soft touches, you began to feel the familiar tightening deep in your abdomen. You focused on the feeling, on the need for a release as it rose within you.

"You're doing so good for me," Dean praised. "So sexy--with this fucking perfect pussy. Could stay here forever."

His murmured words of praise went straight to your core, causing it to tighten around him. He moaned softly, continuing his movements.

"Dean," you whispered. "I'm close."

He pressed his lips into your shoulder. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you."

For a moment--just a moment--you felt like you were making love to your Dean. The feeling was fleeting, but it gave you hope, even as it ripped your heart to pieces.

He knew exactly what to do to send your body into overdrive--he'd always known. He had you falling apart in minutes, soft cries of pleasure slipping past your tired lips.

"That's it, baby," Dean groaned. "Gonna fill you up."

Dean came for a final time, deep inside you. You'd lost track of his orgasms long before you'd lost track of your own.

He whispered your name softly, lips brushing against your skin sweetly.

He didn't pull out, but his cock finally began to soften--having reached the limit even for a demon.

After several minutes, he allowed you to pull away from him. You rolled over and quickly fell asleep, too exhausted to even exist for a moment longer.

**********

When you finally woke up, you weren't sure how much time had passed. Your entire body was sore, a dull ache from your head to your toes.

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position, glancing beside you to the empty bed. Your eyes flitted around the room, seeking any sign of Dean. His clothes were still strewn all over the floor, along with yours, but he could very well have put on fresh clothes.

You weakly pulled yourself out of the bed and slowly made your way to the bathroom, bladder pulsating painfully. After using the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face, trying to revive yourself even a little.

You gazed at yourself in the mirror, taking in the various marks and bruises littering your skin. You would typically wear such marks like a badge of honor, but in this moment, you only felt shame.

You'd had explosive sex with a demon--not just any demon, a demon that used to be your husband. Your heart clenched as images flashing through your mind. You'd loved it in the moment, but now you felt incredibly guilty.

You couldn't help but wonder what Dean would think of you if you were able to make him human again. You were scared he'd be upset with you--ashamed even.

The sound of the hotel room door opening shook you from your thoughts. You grabbed the robe hanging on a hook in the bathroom and threw it on quickly, barely covering yourself before Dean came into view.

"Hey sweetheart," he said with a smile. "I brought food."

Surprise lit up your face as you stared at him. You hadn't been certain he'd come back, let alone bring you food. "Oh, umm...thank you."

He nodded and placed the bags on the small table. "You wanna take a shower first or eat first?"

You were still in shock from his behavior, but you managed to mumble, "Shower." You closed the door slowly and started the shower, but you didn't get in.

You took a moment to try and collect yourself, but you found it nearly impossible to relax. You sighed and dropped the robe from your body before stepping under the hot spray.

The calming feeling of the water washing over you brought you some relief--as if it was washing away your sins. It also gave you some clarity.

At the end of the day, he was still Dean--and you desperately wanted him back. If this was the only way to do it, then you just had to suck it up and do what needed to be done. If necessary, you'd beg for forgiveness later.

When you got out of the shower Dean was waiting for you at the table. You'd thrown the robe back on, having no other clothes with you.

You offered him a smile before going towards where your undergarments lay near the bed. You also picked up your jeans, but your shirt was completely ruined.

Dean's keen eyes followed you around the room, watching in silence. When you made it to the door where the remnants of your shirt lay, Dean chuckled lightly. "Why don't you wear one of mine, sweetheart?"

You held up the ripped fabric. "I don't think I have much of a choice."

He smiled and stood up, grabbing a clean flannel out of the duffle on the floor. He handed it to you and waited--as if he expected you to say something.

You looked down at the flannel in your hand and inhaled sharply. It was your favorite flannel of his--green and black in color, and incredibly soft from all the washes it had endured.

He saw the moment you recognized the shirt and he suddenly felt oddly nervous--he wanted you to be happy, as silly as that might be for a demon.

"I'll just go throw these on," you whispered.

Dean just nodded as you walked past him to the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later, fully clothed.

He let out a soft sound you could only describe as a low growl. "I love it when you wear my clothes."

You blushed. "You always did find it sexy."

He grinned darkly and took a step towards you, but you shook your head gently.

"My entire body is sore, Dean."

He pouted. "A kiss at least?"

You sighed. "Fine."

He leaned down to kiss you with shocking gentleness. It warmed you from the inside out.

"See? I can be gentle," Dean said with a smirk.

"Interesting for a demon," you mumbled, sitting down at the table.

You missed the look of hurt that crossed Dean's face at your words. He sat at the table across from you, expression impassive.

You started to eat, quickly discovering how hungry you really were. Dean watched you quietly, not particularly hungry himself. He noticed some marks on your exposed collarbone and throat and he felt an odd feeling in his chest. It made him extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't quite place the feeling.

"Dean?" you asked softly.

His eyes refocused on your face. "Hmm?"

"I know what you're going to say, but will you please come back with me? Just--Just come home, Dean--please." You were more than ready to beg, but you found you didn't need to.

"Alright."

You'd opened your mouth for a rebuttal, but his voice stopped you--"What?"

"I'll come back with you."

Your face was a mixture of surprise and confusion. "I, uhh--I was expecting to have to beg you."

"No need," he commented. "After last night, I have no desire to be anywhere else."

"Anywhere else?"

"Perhaps I should have said with anyone else."

"Ahh. I see." Your heart fluttered slightly, even though the words came from a demon.

"So yes, I'll go back home with you...on one condition."

Your heart began to beat faster as you waited for him to continue.

"Under no circumstances will you ever force me to become human."

Your chest ached at his words, your eyes fluttered closed, and your breath exhaled slowly. Dean knew what he was asking of you--knew it was a lot deeper than a simple promise. "Don't make me promise that," you whispered.

Dean's eyes flicked to black and his expression hardened. "Promise me or leave. The choice is yours."

It felt as though time slowed around you. You had never once broken a promise to Dean--never. He knew you prided yourself on that--he knew you would never break one. You couldn't find it in yourself to betray him, even now.

"I have one condition of my own."

Dean raised a single eyebrow.

"I will make you that promise, if you give me the First Blade."

It was Dean's turn to be surprised. "Why?"

"You know why."

His eyes flicked back to green, but he looked annoyed. "And if I don't give it up?"

"Then I leave."

Dean weighed his options in silence. After a few moments, he got up and crossed the room towards the door where his jacket hung. He reached into the inside pocket and pulled out the First Blade.

You inhaled sharply, a ripple of fear surging through you.

He crossed the short distance back to you, placing the Blade on the table in front of you. You reached out for it, but his hand snapped forward and grabbed your arm.

"Do we have a deal?"

You exhaled heavily. "We have a deal."

"Say it."

"I promise I will never force you to become human again," you whispered.

He released your arm and smirked. He was obviously pleased with himself, even as you quite clearly ached from making such a promise.

You pulled the Blade towards you, keeping it as close to you as you could. You needed to call Crowley to come get the damn thing as soon as possible--you wanted it as far away from Dean as possible.

“Maybe we can leave when I’m done eating?”

Dean just nodded. “Better not tell Sam until we get there.”

You couldn't have told him even if you'd wanted to, given that Crowley had broken your phone, so you simply nodded your agreement.

Dean watched you in silence while you finished eating, his face completely unreadable. You were worried about what Dean was planning, but you were more worried about Sam's reaction to all of this.

**********

The drive back to the bunker was uneventful. Dean drove straight through the night, no need for sleep. You were still tired from your antics the day before, so you slept for a large portion of the drive.

Dean woke you 10 minutes before arrival. "How pissed you think Sammy's gonna be?" he asked.

"You left him to die, Dean--he's probably not gonna be excited to see you."

Dean shrugged. "I mean, he didn't die though."

You shot him a glare and he laughed. "It's not funny, Winchester."

"It's not, not funny."

You sighed. "Just let me do the talking, okay? He's not pissed at me."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "He's gonna be."

"Either way," you mumbled. "Just let me handle it."

"Fine."

Dean pulled in to the underground garage and you both got out of the car. You weren't sure if Sam would even be there--you hadn't spoken to him in a couple days. For all you knew, he could have been kidnapped a second time--or maybe he thought you were the one missing.

As you entered into the bunker properly, you found it very quiet and very empty.

"Looks like nobody's home," Dean commented.

"Sam's probably worried about me--god only knows where he is," you muttered. You turned to Dean. "Let me borrow your phone."

He eyed you warily. "What happened to yours?"

"Crowley broke it."

Dean's eyes narrowed, flashing black aggressively. "He what?"

"Easy there killer--he broke my phone, not me."

"I'll kill him."

"Get in line," you mumbled as you stuck out your hand. "Phone, please."

He handed you his phone and you immediately dialed the familiar number. Sam answered on the second ring, hope and surprise in his voice, "Dean?"

"No, it's me."

You heard relief in his voice when he spoke again. "Where the hell are you? Are you okay? I was seriously worried--" he paused, seemingly remembering whose phone you were using. "Are you with Dean?"

Dean leaned in over your shoulder to speak into the phone. "Hiya, Sammy."

You elbowed Dean lightly. "I'm fine, Sam, and yes, I'm with Dean."

"How--?"

"Crowley."

"Why the hell didn't you call me?"

"Also, Crowley. He busted my phone--hence why I'm using Dean's."

"Are you--are you safe?"

You looked over at Dean and sighed. "Yeah, I'm safe."

Sam sighed in relief. "Where are you--I'll come get you."

"We're, uhh--we're actually back home."

"What?"

"We're at the bunker."

"How the hell did you convince him to come back with you?"

"We can talk about that when you get here. Just come home."

"I'm on my way."

You hung up the phone and handed it back to Dean, who gave you a hungry look.

"So...what should we do while we're waiting?"

"I know you're a demon, but I'm not," you said lightly. "I'm still sore."

"Aww c'mon, sweetheart," Dean pouted slightly. "I'll be gentle."

You shook your head with a small smile. "I'm not so sure about that."

"I was gentle yesterday morning, wasn't I?"

"After several orgasms and some very rough sex."

"I thought you enjoyed that," he said lowly, stepping closer to you.

You blushed, taking a step back. "I--I did."

He grinned predatorily. "I can make it very good for you, baby."

You felt a rush of arousal flood your body as he took another step towards you, backing you up against the large table behind you.

He breathed deeply and his eyes flashed black. "I can smell your desire."

You exhaled shakily.

Dean leaned forward, pinning you against the table. He placed one arm on the table and the other very lightly against your throat. "How 'bout I take you right here?"

You weren't opposed to the idea, but you weren't sure exactly how far away Sam was. "What if Sam comes back?"

Dean shrugged. "Then we'll give him a show."

You smacked his chest affectionately. "We will not."

"Then I guess you better hope he doesn't come back while I'm fucking you senseless."

You gasped and Dean leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against yours. You kissed him back with the same amount of passion, fingers digging into his back to pull him closer to you.

You felt Dean's fingers brush against your chest and you pulled back immediately. "Wait!"

Surprise lit up his face and he released you instantly. "What's wrong?"

"This is my favorite flannel--you are not going to rip it."

Dean laughed heartily. "My apologies, sweetheart. You can take it off yourself then."

You quickly unbuttoned it and slid it off your shoulders, tossing it to the floor nearby. You looked back up at him, a sultry smile on your face. "You may continue."

"Oh, I will." Dean gripped the front of your bra and tore it directly down the center, revealing your heaving breasts to him.

You gasped at the action, but it quickly turned to a moan as his hands began to massage your breasts and pinch your nipples harshly.

Your hips instinctively jutted forward, seeking his body for some relief. Dean immediately noticed, pressing his body firmly against yours, knee sliding between your legs to apply pressure against your core.

You ground yourself down on his knee and groaned softly. You repeated the action, the friction giving you pleasure.

"That's it, pretty girl," Dean growled lowly. "Get yourself off my thigh."

You continued your motions, but it just wasn't enough to get you to your peak. You whimpered softly and Dean chuckled darkly.

"Not enough for you, baby? Need me to help you?"

"Please," you begged.

He made quick work of removing your jeans, but instead of removing your underwear, he simply ripped them right off, practically shredding the lace.

Dean slipped two of his fingers between your legs and plunged them into your core. You gasped and clenched tightly around him.

"Fuck, sweetheart--you're fuckin' soaked," Dean groaned into your neck, fingers thrusting in and out of you hastily. "So damn tight too."

You whined softly as he pulled his fingers out and slipped them into his mouth, sucking them clean. He gripped your hips tightly and lifted you to place you on the table properly.

You wrapped your legs tightly around him and pulled him in closely, desperately wanting to feel him against your skin. You tugged at his shirt, which he quickly removed.

Your fingers grasped at his belt, but he smacked your hand away. He said nothing as he dropped to his knees and tugged your hips forward.

"Spread those legs for me."

You did as he asked, spreading your legs as wide as you could. You waited for him to touch you, but he made no moves to do so. "Dean?" you asked softly, slight desperation in your voice.

His eyes raised up to meet yours, a dark expression on his face. "Touch yourself."

"What?" you asked in quiet confusion.

"You want some relief? Touch yourself."

You supported yourself on one arm while you moved the other between your legs. You were mortified by the wetness dripping down your folds, but you collected some before sliding your fingers between your labia.

Dean watched with dark, hungry eyes as you played with your clit, soft whimpers of enjoyment slipping from your lips.

"Spread yourself open so I can see," he demanded.

You did as he asked, using your other hand to spread yourself, giving him a proper view of your aching pussy.

"Fuck," he muttered beneath his breath. "Keep going."

Your fingers immediately went back to rubbing your clit, desperate to feel that tightening in your core--knowing the pleasure it would bring.

Dean's large hands splayed on your thighs, massaging them gently as he watched, eyes glued to your movements.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he leaned forward and licked into your pussy, making you shiver with anticipation. You moved your hand away and he slapped your pussy harshly, causing you to yelp.

"Did I fucking say you could stop?" he growled, eyes flashing black.

You inhaled sharply and shook your head, fingers immediately returning to your core. You wouldn't admit it to him, but you liked this dark side of him--he would never have let it come out like this if he were human. He was too afraid to hurt you--too protective to even consider it. You hadn't known how much you'd enjoy it until now...and you just had to hope Dean wouldn't notice.

Dean's tongue lapped lazily between your folds as you continued to massage your clit. Every time you felt the pressure begin to build in your gut, your fingers would instinctively speed up. Each time they sped up, Dean would pull your hand away, keeping your orgasm just out of reach.

After several minutes of this, Dean's control had begun to wane. When your fingers sped up, he once again removed your hand, only this time he replaced it with his mouth. You felt his tongue dance across your clit in the most pleasurable way, fingers entwining themselves in his hair.

Your hips bucked up towards his mouth, but he didn't relent. Even as you screamed his name and your juices began to gush, he kept his mouth on you, drinking up everything you gave him. It wasn't until you'd collapsed back onto the table that he finally pulled away and stood back up, licking his lips in satisfaction.

Your breathing was ragged and your vision was slightly blurred as you looked at him, waiting for him to make his next move. He quickly shed his jeans and boxers, tossing them out of the way before taking his cock into his hand.

He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly as he stroked himself, appreciating how fucked out you already looked. "I need you to sit up, sweetheart." His words sounded soft, but his voice was demanding.

You managed to slowly pull yourself into a sitting position, grabbing onto his muscular arms for support. He teased your entrance with his cock and you whimpered softly.

"Lean back on your hands," he murmured lowly.

You did as he asked, the angle allowing him better access to your pussy. He slipped the head of his cock between your folds and slowly began to push forward until he was completely sheathed inside you.

The feeling of fullness had you gasping softly, head tilted back as you tried to catch your breath.

Dean tugged you even closer by your hips so he could get even deeper. You cried out in pain as his first thrust hit your cervix, but Dean didn't seem to notice. His hips snapped forward repeatedly, each thrust threatening to send you flying across the table if not for his death grip on your hips.

The pain soon gave way to pleasure, the room filling with the sounds of your mixed moans, the slapping of skin, and the sounds of your slickness as he fucked you.

He snaked one hand around your back to pull you even closer to him, practically holding you as he kept his pace. Your legs had begun to shake and your arms were weakening--but you knew your orgasm was near.

"Harder," you whimpered, surprising him.

He growled. "You like it when I fuck you like a little slut, don't you?"

"Yes!" you cried out.

His hips moved impossibly faster, the thrusts harder than before.

"Don't stop!" you pleaded.

"I wouldn't dare." He kept the pace as steady as he could, even as he felt his own orgasm rising.

"Please, please, please," you rambled. "S-so close!"

Dean's hand wrapped around your throat, pressing lightly against it. "Cum for me, pretty girl," he growled.

"More!"

He tightened his grip on your throat, but not enough to hurt you. It was all you needed to push you over the edge and into bliss. You cried out as you came, the intensity of your orgasm sparking his own.

He shouted your name in surprise as hot spurts of cum filled you. His thrusts began to slow, but his grip on your body didn't lessen. He held on tightly as you both came down from your highs.

He roughly tugged you forward and off the table. You weren't stable enough to stand, but that didn't matter to him. He spun you around and forced your upper body down onto the table, spreading your legs with one of his.

His cock was already hard again and he plunged into you without warning, earning a cry from your lips.

"Fuck, this pussy is so good for me," he groaned. "I just wanna fuck you until you can't move."

"Dean!" you whimpered, body overly sensitive already.

Once again, his grip on your hips was bruising and his thrusts were almost painful in their depth and intensity. The only thing keeping you upright was the table beneath you, your legs no better than wet noodles.

"You look so fuckin' sexy like this--spread for me, pussy leaking my cum, fuckin' moaning so pretty...fuck." His thrusts sped up, making you cry out.

"Need--shit--need you to cum again, baby."

"I-I c-can't!"

"Yes you can--you've been so good for me. Just give me one more."

Tears welled in your eyes--your body ached horribly, but you wanted to please him so badly. Your hips and thighs hurt from his grip and the force of his thrusts pressing you into the table, but you tried to block all of that from your mind. You focused on the pleasurable feeling of his cock, desperate to give him what he wanted.

"I-I need more," you whimpered.

His hand immediately slipped around to your front and began to rub tight circles to your clit. The sensation nearly pushed you over the edge with how sensitive you were.

"Come on, sweetheart, I can tell you're close."

You moaned in response, focus entirely on reaching your high.

His finger moved faster, the friction sending you into overdrive. You screamed and your nails scratched against the wood as you desperately searched for something to cling to--something to ground you.

"Fuck, yes--that's it. Cum for me, baby."

You screamed again as you came--the pleasure so blinding you passed out for a few moments. When you came to, he was chasing his own high--thrusts becoming more sloppy by the second.

"G-gonna fill you u-up," he ground out, hands tightening on your hips painfully.

Two more thrusts and he was spilling inside of you, hips stuttering as he emptied his seed deep within you. He leaned forward, pressing you even farther into the table, his lips gently caressing your back.

Once he'd regained his breath--and his strength--he pulled out of you and stood up. You nearly slid off the table and onto the floor, but he caught you.

"Woah there--I've got you."

He scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom the two of you shared. He laid you down on the bed with surprising gentleness before climbing onto the bed with you.

"No--no more--please," you begged.

"Easy, sweetheart," he purred softly. "I know you're tired--I just wanna be inside of you."

He laid you on your side and he slid up into you, forcing some of his cum back into your pussy. You whimpered at the feeling of fullness, but even you had to admit you enjoyed the feeling.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you close. "Go to sleep, baby. I've got you."

His tone was almost loving--if you didn't know better, you would have thought it was. You were too weak and tired to dwell on it, instead drifting off to sleep with unsurprising ease.

**********

Sam rushed into the bunker like a bat outta hell. He wanted to trust that his brother would never hurt you, but he worried for your safety. Dean was a knight of hell after all.

When he properly entered the war room, he froze. His eyes went to the clothing strewn about the space--a mixture of your's and Dean's. Out of all the things he'd expected, this had not been on the list. He couldn't believe you would be that foolish.

"(Y/N)? Dean?" he called as he walked farther into the bunker.

There was no response, so he made his way to where your bedroom was. The door was shut, so he knocked loudly.

You jolted awake at the loud banging, the movement making Dean moan softly. Somehow he was still hard and buried inside of you--where he'd been for however long you'd been asleep.

"(Y/N)? You in there?" Sam's voice called from the other side of the door.

Dean groaned in annoyance, but you answered anyway. "Yeah--just, uh...give us a minute."

"You coulda told him to go away," Dean mumbled into your shoulder.

"We'd just be delaying the inevitable."

He sighed and slowly removed himself from you, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. He grinned and leaned down over you, kissing you softly. "Don't worry, we can do it again later."

You kissed him back, before giving him a light push against his chest. "I need clothes."

You dragged yourself out of bed and moved around the room, throwing various items of clothing on to make yourself decent. You wanted a shower, but that would have to wait until after you'd talked to Sam.

Dean watched you from his place in the bed, not making a move to get dressed himself.

"You coming?" you asked.

"I'll give you a head start," he answered. "You can talk to Sam alone."

You nodded. "Alright."

You exited the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Sam was standing at the end of the hall near the entrance to the library. The look he gave you told you exactly what kind of mood he was in. He disappeared into the library and you followed shortly after.

"Sam, I can explain--"

"Explain? Really? You wanna explain why you're sleeping with demon Dean?"

"Oh like you can talk," you shot back. "You slept with a demon several times--and she tried to destroy the world."

Sam's eyes narrowed, but he knew you were right.

"Besides, he's still Dean...just a demon," you mumbled.

"Fine," Sam said with a sigh. "Is that how you convinced him to come back with you?"

You averted your gaze and bit your lip lightly. "Not exactly."

"(Y/N)...what did you do?"

"What I had to do."

"(Y/N)."

"I, uh--I made him a promise."

Sam's face paled slightly. "What did you promise him?"

You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly. "I told him I wouldn't force him to become human again."

"You what?" Sam yelled. "You can't possibly keep that promise."

"I have to, Sam. I've never betrayed Dean before and I sure as hell won't start now."

"Are you kidding me? He's a demon, (Y/N)! A monster! The kind of thing he's loathed for his entire life--you really think he wants this?"

"Of course I don't!" you yelled back. "Do you really think I want my husband to be a demon forever? This was the only way to get him to agree to come back here with me. I don't regret making this promise and I would do it again if I had to!"

"So you'll break it?" Sam asked again, voice still raised.

"No," you answered firmly. "I can't."

"How could you be so stupid, (Y/N)?" Sam yelled harshly. "This is the dumbest goddamn thing you've ever done!"

Dean appeared seemingly out of nowhere, wedging himself between you and Sam. He pushed Sam back aggressively, eyes flashing to black. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "Don't you ever speak to her like that again, or you won't make it to see another sunrise."

"Dean!" you cried, stepping forward to place a calming hand on his arm. "It's alright--I'm fine."

Dean ignored you, black eyes still trained on his brother's face. "Do you understand me?"

Sam nodded slowly.

"Apologize."

"Dean, that's not necessary," you tried.

He held up his hand to silence you. "Apologize."

Sam swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have said that."

"It's alright, Sam."

"Don't do it again," Dean seethed.

"Dean," you murmured softly. "We're good--I'm good."

He finally relaxed his shoulders and took a step back. His eyes flicked back to green and he turned to look at you. He seemed to scan you, checking to make sure you really were okay.

"I'm fine," you mouthed.

He nodded, finally believing you. He turned back to his brother. "Now you gonna play nice and adhere to (Y/N/N)'s promise?"

"I don't like it," Sam responded. "But fine."

Dean grinned. "Excellent. Otherwise we'd have quite a problem on our hands."

You exchanged glances between the two men and worried they would have some sort of fight sooner than later. You knew you needed to get the First Blade to Crowley before something terrible happened.

"Sam, can I borrow your phone for a moment?" you asked suddenly.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. Dean eyed you warily, wondering what you were up to.

"Just gonna make a quick call...outside," you mumbled.

You practically ran towards the steps, taking two at a time to get out of there before someone asked too many questions. You called Crowley as soon as the bunker door closed behind you.

"Mrs. Squirrel," Crowley answered by way of greeting.

You rolled your eyes, opting not to comment on the annoying nickname. "I have the Blade."

"Where?"

"The Bunker."

He appeared a few feet away from you and you hung up your phone. You gestured for him to follow you down towards the garage.

"Stay here," you insisted, before entering the garage as quietly as possible.

You went straight for Baby, popping the trunk to retrieve the First Blade from the demon-proof box you'd placed it in. You made your way back outside quickly, not wanting to alert Dean to your movements.

"Take it," you demanded, holding it out to Crowley. "And for the love of god, hide it--put it somewhere Dean will never find it."

"I can assure you, it will be hidden well."

"Good. Now get the hell outta here before I change my mind about killing you."

Crowley smirked mirthlessly. "With pleasure."

He disappeared, taking the First Blade with him. Relief flooded your body and you turned to make your way back into the bunker, hoping to find both men in one piece.

**********

It had been a week since you and Dean had returned to the bunker. As the week went on, Dean's anger and aggression became more and more noticeable.

He hadn't said anything to you, but you knew Dean was jonesing for a kill. You could tell by the way he'd react to things--even the slightest of annoyances would have him reacting violently.

The other indicator came out in Dean's sexual desires. He wanted you almost constantly, regardless of where you were, who else was around, or what was going on. While that alone wasn't problematic, what was concerning was his increasing aggression during sex--and if he didn't get what he wanted immediately.

There wasn't a single inch of your skin he hadn't marked in some way, and you were beyond exhausted. The one time you'd dared to say no to him, resulted in him punching a dent into a metal wall--an action that frightened you. You still didn't think he would hurt you, but you weren't willing to risk it.

Sam had begun to notice as well, especially as it pertained to the marks on your skin. Dean no longer cared about hiding them and makeup wasn't cutting it anymore.

Sam's gaze was on you as you entered the library one morning, limping slightly.

"You know, I'm really starting to worry about you," Sam said quietly.

"I'm alright," you lied as you lowered yourself into a chair, wincing in discomfort.

"Right," Sam muttered sarcastically. "You can't even sit without being in pain."

"If it keeps him from killing someone, then it's worth it," you snapped back.

Sam fell silent, knowing you were right. He wanted to bring up breaking your promise again, but he knew you wouldn't budge. He worried about how Dean would feel about all of this if he became human again...he knew his brother well enough to know it would kill him to know he'd hurt you like this.

Another week went by in much the same manner, but Dean's urge to kill had only worsened. He still hadn't hurt you outside of sex, but you'd begun to fear him--really fear him.

You'd decided to address the issue with him while Sam was out on a store run. You thought he might take it better if Sam wasn't hovering around.

Dean was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his coffee, when you walked in.

"Hey, D," you said softly. "Can we talk?"

He grunted and gestured for you to continue.

"It's about your behavior the last couple weeks. I-I know the bloodlust is getting bad and to be honest, your temper is starting to really scare me."

He looked up at you with black eyes. "Maybe if you'd let me go out and do some hunting I wouldn't be so volatile."

"You know we can't do that, Dean."

"We," he scoffed. "Since when did you and Sam become 'we'?"

You closed your eyes and sighed, ignoring his question. "You're too unpredictable. You know that better than anyone."

He stood up and took a menacing step towards you. "Give me the Blade and let me go out for a while...one or two kills and I'll be right as rain."

"I can't do that."

"I think you mean won't."

You shook your head. "I can't. I don't have the Blade."

He froze. "What the hell do you mean you don't have it?"

"I-I couldn't risk you getting ahold of it...so I made sure it was safe."

His gaze narrowed, eyes still black as ink. He took several steps towards you, but you backed away until you hit the wall behind you.

He was inches from your face when he growled lowly, "Where is it?"

"I don't know," you whispered.

"What?"

"I don't know," you repeated.

"Where did you put it?"

You were deeply regretting telling him anything at all, but you still blurted out, "I gave it to someone!"

"Who?!"

"I needed to make sure it was hidden where you would never be able to find it," you said desperately.

"Who did you give it to?" he roared.

"Crowley," you whimpered in fear.

Dean punched the wall directly beside your head and you yelped in surprise and fear.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

You didn't answer--too afraid to push his buttons further. You could feel the rage rolling off him in waves and you felt the cold terror seize your heart.

"Call him and get it back," he ordered.

"No," you whispered. You wouldn't risk Dean getting ahold of the Blade...not for anything.

He pinned you against the wall by your throat, slamming your head back against the wall with enough force to break the skin.

His grip on your throat was painfully tight and you tried desperately to get away. "Dean--" you gasped.

For a moment, you were certain he was going to kill you--you would be the next victim of the Mark's bloodlust and there was nothing you could do about it. Even with his eyes filled with darkness, you could see the boiling rage in them. He wasn't seeing you, he was seeing his next victim.

You struggled against his hold on your throat, trying to loosen his grip enough for you to speak. You smacked your hands against his chest, trying anything to get him to release you.

You suddenly remembered your failsafe--you'd starting carrying it everywhere when Dean became more volatile. You managed to pull the item from your pocket, breaking the lid off as you brought it up and splashed the liquid into Dean's face.

He screamed and released you as the holy water burned his skin. You dropped to the ground, gasping for breath, head throbbing painfully. As you coughed and sputtered, you reached a hand to the back of your head, touching the wound softly. When you brought your hand back down, you saw blood staining your fingers.

At first, all Dean could feel was rage--you'd dared to splash holy water in his face? He'd kill you for it. But then his gaze landed on you as you crouched on the floor, blood soaking your fingers, trying to catch your breath. He looked up and saw the blood on the wall where he'd slammed your head against it and he immediately felt sick.

He stepped away from you, eyes flicking back to green as tears filled them. He hadn't meant to hurt you--even as a demon, he'd never wanted to hurt you. He'd let the Mark's rage get the best of him and he'd nearly killed you.

He backed away to the other side of the room and sank to the floor, dropping his head into his hands. He was ashamed of what he had done and for the first time since he'd become a demon, he felt like a monster.

A few minutes later, Sam came into the kitchen, arms laden with bags. His eyes landed on you first and he dropped the bags as he rushed to your side.

"(Y/N)! What happened? Are you okay?"

Without waiting for your response, Dean spoke up. "I happened."

Sam turned to look at Dean on the other side of the room. He felt angry when he heard Dean's words, but the anger dissipated when he saw the agony etched into his brother's face.

"I-I was so angry..." Dean whispered. "I didn't mean to."

"I'm okay," you rasped, voice hoarse from the trauma to your throat.

The sound of your voice nearly broke Dean's heart in half. "Give me the cure," he said to Sam.

"What?" Sam gasped in surprised.

"Make me human again. Please." The desperation in Dean's voice shocked both of you, as did his request.

"Are-are you sure?" you asked.

Dean looked at you in a mixture of sadness and pain. "I would rather risk death than ever hurt you again."

His words washed over you, warming the ache in your chest. You didn't say anything further--you couldn't find the words.

"Let's go then," Sam said firmly.

Dean stood up and followed Sam down to the dungeon. Sam came back a few minutes later to help clean your wounds. As he cleaned your head wound, he told you he'd secured Dean in the dungeon and he'd called for Castiel.

"We might need some backup for this," he muttered.

You nodded, the simple action making your head throb painfully.

"Try not to move too much," Sam said gently.

"I'm alright."

"What happened?" Castiel spoke from the doorway.

"Dean did," Sam said with a sigh.

"You need to be healed."

"No," you insisted as you held up your hand. "Don't waste what little grace you have left on me."

Cas looked down sadly, but he didn't come towards you. "Where is Dean?"

"Dungeon," you mumbled.

Cas walked away, apparently on his way to see Dean.

Sam finished cleaning your head wound and stood up. "I don't think you need stitches."

"Great," you groaned, standing up slowly.

"Woah--take it easy."

"I'm fine, Sam. We need to do this before he changes his mind."

"Cas and I can handle it."

You shook your head. "I'm not leaving him."

Sam sighed and gave you his arm to hold onto while walking down to the dungeon. When you opened the door, you saw Dean strapped to a chair in the center of the room. Cas stood off to the side, waiting.

"Let's get started," you said softly.

You left the dirty work to Sam--you couldn't bring yourself to hurt Dean, even after everything that had happened.

Listening to Dean's screams and pleas was almost too much for you to bear, but you knew it had to be done. Dean had asked to become human again...and there was nothing you wanted more.

Despite the agony he was experiencing, Dean insisted Sam continue the injections. As much as he would have rather stayed a demon, he was too afraid of what he would do to you if left unchecked.

You closed your eyes as Dean once again screamed in pain. You weren't sure how much more of this you could take, let alone Dean.

Dean noticed your demeanor--could tell your resolve was weakening. "It's okay, baby," he told you breathlessly. "I'm okay."

You opened your eyes and looked at him, unshed tears blurring your vision. He gave you a small, weak smile, which you tried to return. It ended up looking more like a wince than anything else.

"I wanted this, remember? I want this," he insisted.

You nodded tearfully. "I know. I just don't like seeing you in pain."

"We've only got one injection left," Sam cut in gently.

You watched in silence as Sam injected him with the final dose. Dean once again cried out, before falling completely silent, head drooping forward.

"Dean?" you whispered in fear.

When he didn't respond, you worried you had all gone too far...that Dean was dead.

As the three of you stared at the man in the chair, you heard a soft groan escape his lips and he slowly lifted his head. His eyes fluttered open, revealing the beautiful green orbs you loved so much.

"You guys look worried," Dean said softly.

Sam splashed some holy water on his brother, but the liquid had no effect.

You let out a choked sob, beyond relieved to have your husband back.

You thought you heard Sam say, "welcome back Dean," but you were too focused on Dean's face to be sure. His own gaze was locked on yours, tears filing his eyes as he slowly took in the marks littering your skin--especially the bruising around your throat in the shape of his hand.

"(Y/N/N)," he whispered, his voice more broken than you'd ever heard it.

"Uncuff him," you said to Sam, who immediately did as you asked.

Dean stood up, clearly weak from the ordeal he'd just gone through, but nothing would have stopped him from getting to you.

He was a foot or two away from you when you gave in to your own desires, closing the gap between you. You wrapped your arms around him tightly and sobbed into his chest--letting out all the pain you'd kept inside for the last couple months.

Dean's arms held you close, lips pressed firmly into your hair, his own tears streaming down his face. Neither of you spoke--there was no need, not yet anyway.

After several minutes, you finally stepped back, wiping the tears from your face. You smiled up at him and whispered, "I love you."

You saw something flash across his face, but it was gone before you could place it. "I love you too," he murmured.

You stood to the side as Sam hugged Dean, followed by Cas. Everyone was glad to have him back, but you could see Dean was struggling--he clearly remembered every moment of being a demon...and you had no idea what kind of impact that would have on him.

"Alright guys, I think he needs some rest. He's been through a lot today," you interrupted softly.

Dean looked at you gratefully and both Sam and Cas nodded their agreement.

"Come on," you murmured, reaching out for Dean's hand.

He grabbed it and followed you to your shared bedroom. To your surprise, he stopped just outside the door. "I think I'd rather sleep in one of the other rooms."

You looked at him in confusion, but he wouldn't quite meet your gaze. "Okay," you whispered. "Whatever you'd prefer."

You followed him to a room down the hall, waiting quietly as he took off his boots before climbing into the bed.

"Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm alright."

You knew he was most definitely not alright, but now wasn't the time to address it.

"Okay. I'll be down the hall if you need me."

He nodded, but said nothing further. He once again couldn't look at you as you left the room. Sadness laced its icy tendrils around your heart, despite the joy you felt at Dean's return to humanity.

You went to join Sam and Cas in the library, not quite wanting to be alone. You didn't want to talk either, but just being around people you loved made you feel a little bit better.

You knew Dean's road to recovery would be long, as would your own. You weren't sure what trials lay ahead of you, but you knew the two of you would make it through--you always did.

If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was how much Dean loved you--if the last few weeks taught you anything, it was that. Your own love for Dean was equally endless--there was nothing you wouldn't do for him. As cliche as it was, love really could conquer all.

[octoberautumnbox]

A Little Goes a Long Way

fromis_9 Roh Jisun & all the other frommies :DDDD

Categories: fluff, cooking, really light blood but it shouldnt be too big of an issue

Word count: 1.0k

a/n: prompt by @msafterhours!! im actually a dumbass bc i got the prompt completely wrong lmao but here yall go!! oki i hiatus again byeee

It’s something about the manner in which the knife cuts through meat and muscle–something about how things come together in the pot that makes Jisun happy as can be. Home isn’t home, she’d think, when the kitchen hasn’t got windows that rays of sun enter through on warm mornings, or when the cupboards and cabinets aren’t stocked for visiting friends or midnight snacks. There’s a romance, a magic, a unique rightness in a home where one cooks for both body and soul. 

“Good girl,” she muses, finding the beef sitting in a basin of water on the countertop, “can always count on Jiheonnie.” She replaces the now-cool water with a new pool fresh from the tap, before gathering the rest of the ingredients and getting to work. 

Jisun opens door after door of cupboards, taking out each of the rest of the ingredients in turn: green and brown onions, sesame seeds and sesame oil, sugar and salt, garlic and ginger, red and black pepper. Cute, she thought, that each had a partner. 

The sun watches intently from the other side of the window, filling her kitchen with a calming warmth you'd scarcely find anywhere else. The clouds rein in the too-intrusive rays, while specks of pollen merrily dance across the glass pane. With her celestial audience on the edge of their seats, she gets to work. 

“Yeah it's you, yeah it's you,” Jisun hums under her breath. She measures out each portion carefully, transferring them into tiny bowls that matched colors and handles and rims. It must be something in her bones today, how her step is sprightly and her fingers reach and flex with less poignancy than she's used to. 

It isn't long before she thinks back, a green onion steady between the countertop and her left hand while a knife is secure in her right, that she remembers when Jiwon held them wrong and almost cut her finger open. She recalls Hayoung slicing peppers, followed by onions, rubbing her eyes in between every couple of strokes to push away persistent tears that never seemed to run out. She smiles at the memory of Jiheon not knowing solid and liquid measuring cups were different, and the resultant cake falling flatter and growing firmer than their beloved maknae had liked. 

Her lip finds itself between her teeth, thinking “Good thing they have me,” as the once-long stalk of green onion grows shorter and shorter. “What would they do without me?”

And yet, it was nothing compared to the contrary. It waltzes to the front of her mind, amidst draining the thawed beef of its former frost, how Saerom put her arm under her after a particularly rough day of practice. It shone like the sun, as Jisun mixes the paste, how Seoyeon talked her ear off when Jisun had run out of things to say. The rush of fondness fills her chest remembering how Nagyung complained when Jisun saw herself in the mirror and frowned at the reflection, all the while she works the marinade into the meat.

As she places each strip into the smoking wok, Chaeyoung enters her mind, the same way Chaeyoung entered the practice room in the baggiest pants Jisun had ever seen, only to pull out a Melona for them to share with their backs against the CCTVs. The scent and symphony of sizzling meat fills her kitchen with a profound sense of melancholy, remembering walking with Gyuri one morning before the sun rose, just one lap around the building, and yet it so happened that it was enough to share four years’ worth of troubles with each other. 

She tips the wok over a respectfully waiting plate. The meat steams and settles onto the surface, expelling the tensions of the stove and relaxing into a Jisun-like state.  The green onions fall predictably onto the food, meeting nooks and crannies in the meat with attention that welcomes a tongue seeking solace in homemade comfort. A final touch, Jisun thought, to finish the job, to give the palate something to want to come home to the next time it wanders out into the wide, wonderful world: just a drizzling of honey– not too much, certainly not too little. The viscous liquid spreads all over the dish, sending its enticingness to new heights and bringing the delicacy together. 

At last, her meal is nearly complete. Jisun sets it on the dining table, right in the center of the square wooden surface. She admires it for a moment, the hard work of the past half hour lost on the world but not on her, before she clears her throat to finally, fully, completely allow herself to enjoy the fruits of her labor…

“Girls, time to eat!” She then counts silently, one, two, three– frantic footsteps grow louder and louder until Jiwon and Hayoung come crashing into the room. They both shriek, “I want to sit next to Jisun!” It makes her giggle, just as much as seeing Seoyeon and Jiheon holding hands and walking in step towards the table themselves. Nagyung and Chaeyoung follow, still glued to Nagyung's phone as Chaeyoung points to the screen, “That's the guy I was telling you about,” before they take a seat across from her. 

Jisun takes a deep breath, waiting for one more, and it comes in the form of a comforting hand on her shoulder and a pat on her hair. “Thank you, Jisun,” Saerom whispers with nothing but love in her voice. Her leader takes a piece of the meat and makes a show of eating it, and it's almost comical how much she overreacts. “Holy shit, this is delicious–” Saerom mutters, her hand over her mouth. 

Nagyung pipes up, “Thank you, Jisun-unnie,” prompting a slew of variations from each other member at the table, until a cacophony of gratitude fills Jisun's ears. The warmth of their love spreads through her body, filling her with gratitude of her own.

“You're welcome, girls. Eat well,” she says, as she finally takes a piece of meat for her own, giddy in the anticipation of knowing that it'll be one of the most delicious bites of food she'll ever have. 

[readsaboutreid]

Aaaa!!! Lavender roses is so fucking sweet!!!

Absolutely adorable!

If I could request something where the reader works at the BAU, but in like the last week the reader has cone in with allergy symptoms, red itchy eyes and nose. And she's just feeling terrible, eventually Gideon or Hotch dismisses her fot a couple days, and Spencer's been worried as hell and goes to check up on her but it turns out she was given a cat by her friend, (the cat got dumped and the friend caught take care of it) but the reader is allergic but doesn't wanna give up the cat, sorta "I'll get used to it, it sucks nie but he's just a baby!!!" Vibes?

tysm! and Absolutely! I've lived this scenario out myself in slightly different settings so I can easily put myself into the situation lol I think one may be a bit shorter though if that's oki?

contains: fluff, concerned Spencer, kitties!, bau!reader

"Achoo!" Spencer heard the sneeze from the desk adjacent to his, the sixth sneeze he's heard in the past half hour. He looked over to (Y/N), who was sitting at her desk with a box of tissues she had opened just that morning, already now half empty.

"You, uh, you feeling okay, (Y/N)?" He tentatively asked her, his inner germaphobe screaming at the proximity he shared with her. Sure, she was very good about covering her nose and mouth each time she sneezed but the anxiety still raced through his veins, exacerbated by his concern for his friend's wellbeing.

"I'm fine, Spencer, nothing to worry about!" She attempted to sound chipper, but instead just sounded congested.

"You've sneezed 6 times in 28 minutes, 36 seconds! I'd say that's a little less than 'fine', if you ask me," he retorted, raising his eyebrows as he spoke.

"Well, it's a good thing you asked me, then, and not the other way around, isn't it?" She shot back with a light (but still congested) tone.

"Well if you ask me," interrupted the voice of Derek Morgan, loudly, "you're sick and you need to go home before we all end up sick."

"I'm not sick, it's just allergies, I swear—,"

"That's what people say in movies before big deadly disease outbreaks occur!" Penelope Garcia piped in from her spot leaning up against Morgan's desk.

"Well it's a good thing this is real life and not a movie, isn't it?" (Y/N) quipped before quickly reaching for a tissue before her next sneeze.

"Go home, (Y/L/N)," everyone's head turned as Hotch walked out of his office and called down to them. "You're sick and I don't need the entire team coming down with it. That's an order."

Defeated, (Y/N) sighed and gathered her things and left the bullpen.

Spencer walked out of the pharmacy with bags full of cold medicine, water bottles, Gatorade and Powerade (just in case she preferred one to the other), and underneath it all a container of warm chicken soup that he had made (he wasn't sure if it was any good, but he followed the recipe exactly as it was written so he hoped it was okay, at the very least). He knocked on (Y/N)'s door and nervously waited. He hoped he wasn't overstepping, it wasn't like they were dating or anything (although the two had been on one date about a month ago, the job getting in the way every time they'd try to arrange a second date, much to his chagrin).

The sound of the door unlocking pulled him out of his head and the door opened enough for (Y/N) to poke her head out, as if trying to keep him from seeing inside. "Oh, hey, Spencer! No, you little demon, shoo!"

"O-oh! Sorry," he began, "I was just gonna bring you some medicine and food but I can go if you're not feeling up to having anyone—"

"Oh god, no! I wasn't talking about you! I'm so sorry!" Her eyes widened in panic before she said, "here, why don't you come in and you'll see."

She opened the door a little wider and stepped back as he slid inside. And was immediately greeted with two small pairs of yellow eyes. "I, uh, I had a friend who found two kittens but couldn't afford to take them in." Her eyes were red and watery and she sniffled slightly. "Turns out I'm allergic to cats!"

"Oh! Do you need help finding someone to take them?" Spencer asked, recalling something Emily had said about maybe getting a cat. "Because Emily recently—"

"What?" She asked quickly. "Never! Why would I give them up?"

"Because you're clearly suffering?" He reasoned, a smile tugging at his lips at her (admittedly adorable) pout.

"I have an appointment with a doctor about allergy shots," she argued, "come on, you can't say you don't already love them!" She whined.

As they both began rubbing up against his legs he couldn't deny that maybe she had a point.

[yaut-jaknowit]

So assuming that the reader is AMAB what if…Gawtin got prego with his pup 0^0

-🥤

A Family

Character: Gawtin (Female Yautja) X AMAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, breeding, dirty thoughts and words, praise, dom!reader, sub!Gawtin (For the most part), creampie, size difference, fluff.

Word Count: 4221

Summary: Qui'oky has grown up and passed his chiva with flying colors. This means, the once young child has become a full fledged hunter and goes off on his own. The house is now empty. Qui'oky was never your blood but you raised him like your child. Now... you are having thoughts of another child in the house.

Author Note: Okay, I might have gone off a little in a different direction. I guess my brain at the time really wanted smut. I might have to write a part two with the Gawtin actually pregnant and reader taking care of her. Oooooo, yesss!

Masterlist

Ao3

Gawtin’s youngest child, Qui’oky has finally left the nest to face the world. The dwelling for once has become quiet and calm all over again. A cycle that continued to happen over and over with each child born and brought into this world. Unlike this time, Gawtin has waited a lot long this time to even toy with the idea of having another child. It’s all because of her mate. Someone who wasn’t Yautja. A hybrid would be created.

In her clan, hybrids were severely frowned upon. Same with oomans. But, here were you. A little ooman surviving their way through a species that hunts for a living. And oomans weren’t off of the menu. You have made it this far though. Surpassing many that have speculated death would come to you quickly.

An artist? You wield pencils? Not even a knife to protect yourself? Many thought you as crazy. But when an outside male came to visit someone within and saw you. He had come up to you and tried to simply speak with you, a towering, lumbering female was behind him in an instant. Nothing shall harm her ooman, her mate. He may have meant no harm but Gawtin wasn’t going to take a single chance. She understood the fragility of oomans. Seen how easy they break under her hands from past experiences.

No one will ever harm you.

From that day on, everyone understood how you’ve survived so far. With a Yautja who’s protective of what’s hers. Everyone kept a wide berth from you, knowing if the offended you or the female, they could end up as a wall decorative. Not that you didn’t have your friends within the small clan of about fifty. But Gawtin kept you safe.

The quietness in the home was… haunting. No sharpening of blades, the constant chittering coming from Oky as he prepares for his chiva. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He would go on and on about all the scars he hopes to get. Or the trophies he wants to earn after he becomes an adult.

Now, with him gone off into the world, paving his own path… the house was still of life. You lounged in Gawtin’s lap on the couch. Besides her, there was no one else here. You were honestly sad about it. Heartbroken to see him leave. You were beyond proud for his win. He made it pass a challenging point in his life. Not the last one but still, he made it.

Gawtin rested with her eyes closed, softly napping away the daylight. The pencil and paper in your hand are forgotten about temporarily. She has one of her hands on your thigh. Said hand was nearly taking up the entirety of your skin. You tilted your head back to look at her resting form. She looked so peaceful like this.

Maybe after so long with a child in the house, she was enjoying the peace and quiet for once. The constant mothering can wear someone down. Gawtin deserves this rest.

But… what if there was another child running around?

Something ran down the length of your spine after the thought. Another little one to take care of. You missed helping and teaching Qui’oky. Now, with your ability to live longer thanks to Gawtin, you needed something else to fill the void in your heart.

What would Gawtin think? Her mother is strongly against you and your existence in her clan. How would that fare if a hybrid between a human and Yautja lived near her. You feared the repercussions and the unknowns of what Ma’tan-aih would do to the child. It’s not like you could even match her strength or intelligence if a fight occurred. But, you made Gawtin happy. That’s all that matters to you in the end. Not her mother’s approval or acknowledgment.

The pencil in your hand was slipped behind your ear. You pursed your lips and looked up at Gawtin’s lightly napping form. Those dirty thoughts wouldn’t leave your mind. To see her round with your child. Fuck, that did something to you that you didn’t even know was possible. You wanted to be there every moment to help her. You wanted to help her, soothe her aches, feed her, learn to hunt her favorite foods.

When you finally slipped out of your drowning thoughts, you notices a purple gaze on you. You gasped and darted your gaze to your forgotten sketch. Your hand empty of a pencil. As if you had taken a moment break and got caught.

Gawtin’s green hand reached up and tugged the pencil behind your ear free. The pencil was offered to your empty hand. “Forgetting something?” she rumbled with a slight, alien smirk to her features. You pressed your lips together. Caught red handed.

A nervous giggle fell from your lips. You bowed your head and shyly plucked the tool from her pinched fingers. “Oh… yeah, thanks.” Out of all the time you’ve been with her, you should’ve been able to even sense what she was about to do before she did it. Yet, you’ve grown accustomed to her movements and didn’t feel a need to be on high alert.

That same green hand pinched at your chin and turned your head to face her fully. “Care to explain what thoughts distract you, little one?” she questioned with a soft, gentle tone. Her voice slightly airy from her sleep addled brain. A well-deserved nap that is.

Heat brushed against your cheeks. You cleared your throat and tried to turn away. But, the hunk of muscle didn’t allow for that to happen. She made you face her and the embarrassment of airing your thoughts out.

Even when you tried to cast your gaze down to your lap, she jerk your head and grabbed your attention fully.

“Well… I had been just thinking. Just some wild thoughts. Like-like the ones that come out of nowhere. Just couldn’t help myself think of them, you know?” you blabbered to hopefully please the Yautja and move on. A shaky smile flashed your teeth at her.

She tilted her head towards you and gave you a look. A groan passed your lips. You threw your head back with a huff. “God, you know me too well, love. Fine, fine. You got me. I was just thinking…” you trailed off for a moment to collect your thoughts. “It’s been lonely, empty without Qui’oky in the house now. And, I don’t know about you, but I kind of wanna make it not so empty.” You pushed your shoulders up towards your ears while looking at her.

“You want to have a child with me?” Gawtin asked for clarification from you. Coming out like that made it seem dirty or wrong. Like that was just the sole purpose of being with her.

At first, you sputtered and stumbled over yourself. “What?! No, I just thought it would be nice. To have another little one running around.” She kept staring at you with those beautiful purple eyes that made you melt even after all the years with her. You sighed. “Yeah, I do. I can’t help it. I don’t know if being on this planet has final affected or whatnot. But I feel strong about seeing you pregnant. I-I’m sorry.” You felt wrong for these emotions. A dirty thought that should’ve stayed hidden in the depths of your mind till the day you died.

Her fingers tightened on your chin and tugged you a little closer to your face. “Why are you sorry for such a feeling? It is natural. Yautja or ooman,” she explained in a firm voice. Your cheeks heated more. Of course she would agree. This is normal in her culture, her society. Maybe that’ll explain these feelings.

The whole… breeding thing was one thing that separated the two societies completely. It’s part of their lifestyle. You go up to a woman you know somewhat and say that to her. Don’t be surprised if you get punched and pepper sprayed. For good reason.

And, yeah. You’ve been with Gawtin for many years now. You felt wrong for demeaning her in such a way. To only see her as a breeding machine. Gawtin was way more that. That thought never crossed your mind in all the time you’ve been with her. Maybe the simple idea of having a child with her but never such a need about… breeding her. You gnawed on your bottom lip and forced yourself to look away. Gawtin grunted and jerked your chin to force you to find her gaze all over again.

“Answer my question, little one,” she demanded and leaned in an inch closer. Her lumbering frame easily towered over your lax form. You felt yourself tense up a little with a minute whimper. But it’s not that you feared her. Far from it. She could never truly scare her. Your heart was held in her hands and you completely trusted her every step of the way.

A sigh escaped you. “I know it’s natural. At least for you guys. But for us, we don’t think that way outwardly. Yes, I would get questions from my parents when I would have children. This…” you trailed off and closed your eyes for only a moment. “These thoughts about -em, breeding you, isn’t normal for me. Not these strong thoughts about-“ you cut yourself off before anything fell from your lose lips.

Gawtin leaned even closer in, upper mandibles twitching. A gem-studded brow was raised. “Go on,” Gawtin urged and pinched your chin slightly tighter. You pushed your own brows together and looked at her. “Say it.”

Shit. She really wants you to admit your darkest secrets to her. Yet, you saw the dark flash in her eyes. That gave a small boost of confidence.

“I have strong thoughts about, about breeding you, love. I know you’re much bigger than me. I know I’m not as big as male Yautjas but fuck. I just want to be between those gorgeous legs of yours and leave every ounce of my cum inside of you.” The images were flashing between your eyelids with each blink. “I wanna see when it takes. I wanna see your belly grow, breasts fill with milk. All because of me.”

Once the first word fell from your lips, it came out like a waterfall. All you could do was imagine the way she looked underneath you. One of her legs hoisted on your shoulder, using it like an anchor point with each thrust into her. You bite hard at your lip and squirmed your hips when you felt your cock twitch. The thoughts turning your blood hot with fire and need.

A need for your mate to be heavy with your child.

Is this how male Yautjas feel? Has being on this planet for so long turned your brain into mush? You thought more like a Yautja rather than a human that you are.

It was impossible to deny the growing bulge of your loin cloth. Your blood flowing south.

The purple of Gawtin’s eyes darkened completely. Her hand swiftly switched to your throat and gripped it tightly, fingers touching at your spine. “Is that so?” she rasped out, mandibles twitching wildly. She could feel the way your throat bobbed with a swallow. Her grasp tightened a fraction, but you felt it.

“Yes.”

That came from the heart she holds in her hands. Your heartbeat started to increase. Your jaw slackened to take quicker breaths. She made you react like this. Years together and nothing has changed. You still will ravage her stunning, drop-dead gorgeous body like the first time you saw it. Actually, you probably are harder, rougher on her than the first time. Because, you know what she can take; you know what she likes, what she craves.

Growls from deep within her broad chest vibrated along your skin. Your breath stuttered. The bulge only growing more noticeable. Shit, the things she does to you.

But you wanted to be in control. Let her bask in the pleasure you give her as you breed her.

So, you grasp her wrist and pressed a pressure point on the inside of her wrist. A spot she taught you for protection. Her fingers slip off of your throat. You keep the pressure and use it to pin her arm to the back of the couch.

“And I’m going to do while you take what I give. I’ll do all the hard work. I’ll take care of you.” You were only getting harder, painfully behind the loin cloth that did nothing to hide your arousal. “Rub your ankles, your feet. Draw baths at anytime. I’ll learn to hunt. I’ll learn to be the best mate you could ever ask for. I want to take care of you. You just sit or lie there. I’ll do the rest.” Yet, you didn’t want to do it on the couch. You wanted to worship her body for the temple she is. “Will you let me?”

That there is the final question. If your mate will give up the control she loves so much. The reins she doesn’t mind holding onto, that she really enjoys having.

Now, you looked directly at her, eye level, while straddling her lap. The wrist you held onto twitched but otherwise, she let you have the limb. Even if you weren’t pressing down on the certain spot anymore.

Gawtin continued to look you in the eyes.

Then, she nodded.

Relief flooded you. Alongside lust. “Good.” The hold on her wrist was released onto the grasp her tress and tug on the sensitive organ. “Come. I want to make this moment memorable. I want to know our child was created in the comfort of our bed.”

She had all the power to take control, to push you off, to rip your hand off of her tress. Yet, Gawtin allowed for you to pull her along and follow your eager form into the bedroom. You led her to the bed and gave a small tug on the tress. Gawtin got onto the bed and laid down, legs spread.

Before you climbed on after her, you stopped to admired the sight you cherished every time. She may not be naked, but she was beautiful, nevertheless. You loved her more than she would ever know. That it hurts your heart that much.

You gingerly followed her and knelt between her open, inviting legs. “Look at you, my dear.” Both of your hands went to the inside of her knees and ran down the softer scales on the inside. “I fucking love you so much, love.” Until you reached close to the apex of her thighs. Where she needed you most. Where you needed to be the most. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our child. I’ll take such good care of you.”

“There won’t be a thing you’ll want. You’ll have everything.” You skipped over her groin and ran your palms up her stomach until you reached about her midriff. The farthest you could reach without tipping over. One arm was planted at her side while the other continued the path up towards her chest coverings. “I promise with everything I’m made up of.”

The tie on the front was easily undone. Her breasts spilled out from the confines. For Yautjas, their breasts weren’t large unless they were breastfeeding. But fuck, she filled your hands more than enough.

With two fingers, you tweak a nipple. The rise of her chest sputtered. The Yautja’s eyes fluttered lightly and looked at you from under hooded eyes. You leaned down all while making eye contact the whole way and sucked the other nipple into your awaiting mouth.

Soft pressure and licks over the bud had it grow to a peak. Her mandibles tightened over her features. You realized it with a pop and dragged your bottom teeth over the ridge. A gasp tore from her throat that turned into a low whine. Your face scrunched together as you fought off your baser instincts to just ravage her.

That is the one thing that splits you from her species. You will always do foreplay, no matter how horny or pent up either of you are. Her comfort is at the peak of your concerns.

“And the noises you make, my dear.” You switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Never did your eyes leave hers. “They drive me absolutely crazy. That I know I do those things to you. I drive you wild with my touches. Now with the knowledge of what my intent is.” Your bottom teeth crazed over the bud as well.

Both tips were wettened. You puckered your lips and lightly blew cool air over each one. Gawtin’s claws dug into the sheets. Her thighs clenched around your waist and trapped you to her. You had sat up on your knees and used all of your strength to open up her legs.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to hide away from me.” The tips of your nails ran down from the underside of her breast until her hips. The loose piece of fabric that hangs on the front was brushed away. You leaned down, unfortunately breaking eye contact.

Only one piece of clothing blocked you from seeing her fully. The fabric was damp. Her arousal was thick in the air, being this close to her. It made you dizzy with need. You were swift to pull the clothing off of her and tossing it somewhere in the room. Then, you slowed back down when you finally reach the prize.

Moss green blending into pink folds slickened with arousal. You couldn’t help you reaching down and adjusting yourself in your pants. The ache was growing to a point of pain. You had to distract yourself before the line made you different from Yautjas blurred.

One of her hands slipped down to rest at the edge of her belly. Her fingers twitched towards you, desperate for control. You lifted up your head and gave a stern look at her. The Yautja whined with a huff and let her hand slip back down onto the bed. “Good girl,” you praised then lowered yourself back down to the prize at hand.

You forced yourself to got at a slow approach and tentatively lick a stripe along her three clitorises’. They formed triangle at the apex of her sex. All of them could grow nearly four inches long. Once you reached the top one, you wrapped your mouth around it and sucked.

Gawtin’s back rises off of the bed with a keen that pierced the air. Your arms hooked around her thighs and pulled yourself as close as possible to her. The smell, the taste of her had you dazed, feeling only a need for her. She was going to be the mother of your child. The two of you. You couldn’t help you grinding your hips down on a fur blanket. The friction could be felt along your leaking, clothed shaft.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” you cooed to her after pulling off. The nub hardening and growing longer. You licked a stripe between her ribbed folds, trying to hit all the small lumps. Bumps that all gave her pleasure. “Fuck, you taste so good.” You pressed your face hard into her sex and dug your tongue as deep as possible.

The taste of her exploded on your tongue with each lick. You whined when no more greeted your tastebuds. You were forced to peel off of her and sit up.

A heat of passion throbbed in your groin. Your hands scrambled to take off the cloth, nearly ripping the fabric off. “I-I can’t take it. I need you, love. Fuck, I’m only human. I can’t fucking take it!” You had broken. It was impossible to resist her. You could never say no to her. Not when she tastes so good, feels like heaven, and sounds like a siren’s call.

When your pants were removed, you cock slapped against your stomach. The tip flushed with blood and dribbling pre-cum. You shuffled on your knees as close as possible to her and lined it up. One look into her eyes was all you needs. The entire length was thrusted into her. Your hips slapping against her hips with an obscene noise.

Pants quickened your breath. Your hands instantly went to her hips and gripped the flesh tightly. “Fuck me. Goddamnit. You… god, you feel so good.” A second was barely given to the green Yautja as you pulled your hips back and thrusted forward again. “I’m going to breed you, love. I’m gonna fill you up with my seed over and over again. I don’t care how long it takes. I want you fucking pregnant!”

Thoughts you’ve been holding onto for so long exploded to the surface. These ideas long buried and hidden. But today, today was the day they were exposed for her ears to hear.

Your hips jackhammered into her, angling them just at the right point for your tip strike a spot deep in her. “You’re mine, Gawtin. Mine only. I-I’ll show everyone. I’ll show your asshole mom you’re my mate!” Everything about her you wanted to have. You had her heart the same way she has yours. You would kill anyone for trying to take her away from you. She’s yours.

The way she squeezed you, the tightness of her muscles made you see stars. Both of your hands stayed on her hips, needing purchase for how forceful your thrusts were. Your eyes were clenched shut, deep in focus. All the thoughts were running wild, claws to the surface. Each one pouring from your lips as if you were drunken.

Maybe you were. Drunken on the feel of how tight she throbbed around you. Drunken on the juices that coated your tastebuds. Drunken on the noises she makes for you when you are pounding away at her. A feeling you’ve never have nor will get used to.

Underneath you, Gawtin keened but never took her eyes off of you. They were heavily hooded over, the purple of them made them look black. You gritted your teeth. One of your hands leaves her hip to find the three clits at the apex of her sex. Your thumb finds the biggest of them and starts to rub over him. She responded by arching her back off of the bed and gripped the sheets.

“Good, good girl. I love my good girl,” you growled and made your thrusts even harder, trying to get as deep as possible in her. Dull nails dug into her hip, using it as an anchor point for yourself. “Shit, baby. You… I’m going to fill you. Okay? You want that?”

The warmth in the pit of your stomach was growing more and more. It drove you wild. Any cognitive thought was thrown out of the window. You leaned down further, curling your spine.

Gawtin rapidly nodded her head, eyes finding yours in the heat of the moment. “Good.” Your thumb pressed down hard and alit a sharp cry from the beautiful woman. Her walls clamped down hard around your throbbing length moving in and out of her. You gasped sharply, eyes flying open. Both hands were on her hips now as you shoved yourself as deep as possible.

The band in you snapped. Spurt after spurt of thick cum painting her insides. You growled, hips jerking after each new pulse of her muscles. “Mine. My woman. My mate.” You filled her as humanly possible, marking her all over again, hoping for the seed to take this time. Just the thought of her pregnant again had you shuddering in.

You unstick your nails from her hips and placed them on either side of her. Gawtin’s eyes gazed at you softly from underneath her hooded eyelids. You couldn’t help the smile that followed afterwards. “I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: I love you, Gawtin. So much.”

She growled deep from her chest. In a flash, the two of switch positions, faster than you could’ve realized. You yelped and stared wide-eyed up at her, jaw slightly slackened. When you attempted to squirm from underneath her, she placed a massive palm on your chest. Only a fraction of her weight was needed to keep you in place. Your cock had slipped out of her, coated in both of your combined essences.

Then, the giant leaned down and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. That same place where she marked you all those years ago.

“And I will always give you my heart, bare my soul, and protect you with everything I have, little one.” Despite your softening cock, blood swarmed south in your body all over again. There was something about her that drove you absolutely wild.

You grinned up at her. “Then, let’s make sure my seed takes, love.” Her gaze darkened all over again. She grasped your hardening cock and lined it up. Without breaking eye contact, the moss green Yautja sunk all the way down to the hilt.

Human or not, you gave it your all to fulfill both of your wishes.

[wzrd-wheezes]

okie but like situationship with sirius black where they just come out of fucking and then go back to the party, but this time, the usually detached sirius is just like all over her even after, making sure she's okay, getting jealous of other guys talking to her, and then at the end, he self-evaluates and then just goes : *jesus fuck i'm in love.*

(totally cool if u don't wanna do it)

Get to the point - Sirius Black x Reader.

AN - I wasn't originally intending on writing this as smut but I couldn't resist it. I hope that you enjoy anyway. Thank you so much for requesting <3

Warnings: smut. nothing too intense really.

1.7k words.

It started the same way as it always did. Throughout the evening, they navigated with practiced avoidance, each sticking to their own circle of friends as if the other were invisible. Then, as the night wore on, and they had both had too much to drink too quickly one of them would catch the other staring at them. Sirius, often the instigator, would watch her from across the room with such intensity that she could feel his eyes burning into the back of her head. When she would eventually give in and meet his gaze, he would shoot a knowing wink at her and jerk his head towards the door. Tonight was no different, 

Y/N was sat nestled between two of her friends, both of them nattering away to god-knows-who. She absently swilled the remnants of her drink around in her cup before tipping it back and draining the last dregs of it. Over the top of her cup, she finally allowed herself to look at him, breaking her self-imposed rule of avoiding his gaze too often. She had been careful not to let it linger too long and give him the satisfaction of catching her staring. 

Sirius always looked good, but tonight, she couldn’t deny that he looked better than usual. Although, she suspected that that could have been the alcohol talking. The dimly lit room only seemed to enhance his sharp features – the curve of his lips, the angle of his jaw. His hair fell effortlessly over his eyes as he tipped his head down to light a cigarette. Caught in the act of watching him, she noticed the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Without hesitation, he strode over, cigarette dangling from his lips and a self-assured grin on his face. 

“This must be a new record, eh?” he grinned, settling himself on the sofa beside her. She hadn’t even noticed her friends slipping away, too captivated by him. “Party’s barely started and you’re already giving me the eyes from across the room.” 

“Hardly.” she countered, staring down into her cup as if she was willing it to magically refill itself, “Trust me, you’re not that interesting to look at, Black.” 

He was, and they both knew it. With a knowing smile, he just rolled his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette. 

“Want a refill?” he offered, reaching into the inner pocket of his leather jacker and producing a hip flask. She accepted it immediately. It was so stereotypically Sirius – silver and ornate, his initials engraved on the front. 

“Cheers.” she unscrewed the top and tipped the contents of it into her cup.  

“Just polish it off, why don’t you?” he laughed. 

“I need it if you’re going to sit here and pester me,” she remarked dryly, “it makes you tolerable.”  

“Oh, how you wound me.” Sirius sighed dramatically, his hand clutching his chest theatrically, “We both know you’ve been waiting for me to come over, darling.”  

“Waiting, dreading - same thing really.” she sipped her drink. Whatever it was Sirius had in that flask burned as it went down, warming her chest up. 

“You look good tonight.” Sirius ignored her comment, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer towards him, “Always look so pretty for me, don’t you?” 

“Oh, please.” she chuckled softly, shifting slightly in his embrace, “Don’t let that ego of yours grow any bigger. It’s already suffocating.  

Sirius, undeterred by her comment, persisted, gently brushing her hair away from her ear and leaning in close. His warm breath tickled her skin, her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips graze her earlobe. 

“Shall we keep playing this game or shall we get to the point?” he whispered, softly kissing her neck. 

"You’re insufferable, you know that?” she sighed, but she couldn’t deny the smile that crept on her lips. Once again, draining the contents of her cup, she rose to her feet.  

“Eager, are we?” Sirius teased, taking her hand in his and dragging her through the crowds of people.  

After stumbling into multiple bedrooms that were already occupied by other couples in various stages of undress, they eventually ended up in the bathroom. Sirius swiftly locked the door behind them, leaning against it as he looked Y/N up and down. 

“Funny. You don’t usually go to great measures to make sure we don’t get disturbed.” Y/N mused. 

Sirius just shrugged, crossing the room until he was standing in front of her. His hands quickly found her waist and he backed her up against the counter, lifting her up until she was comfortably perched on the edge. Roughly, Sirius pushed her legs apart, creating a gap for him to stand in. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling her towards him. He let out a groan as he let his lips collide with hers for the first time that night.  

“Been thinking about doing this all night.” he grumbled, his lips brushed against hers as he spoke. Y/N just smiled, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and biting down on in gently.  

Sirius’s fingers fumbled with her trousers, shifting them down her legs until the pooled in a pile on the floor. He dropped down to his knees, his fingers kneading the flesh of her thighs as he kissed his way up towards her core. For a moment, he hovered over her underwear, leaving her waiting in anticipation for a second before sliding them off and slipping them into the back pocket of his jeans. He ate her out like a man starved, head buried between her thighs as he lapped at her desperately. Y/N’s head tipped back to rest against the mirror behind her, her eyes screwing up in pleasure as Sirius slipped one, then two fingers inside of her. He loved watching her reactions, it stroked his ego somewhat, seeing how good he made her feel, how easy it was to make her fall apart. She gasped when he pressed his fingers upwards, sucking softly on her clit as he did so. 

“There’s those pretty noises I like,” he murmured, pulling back to look at her. His chin was glistening with her wetness, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand as he stood up, “Always get so wet for me, don’t you?” 

Y/N only nodded, watching him as he expertly undid his belt with one hand, the other still planted firmly between her legs. Sirius took his cock out, stroking it for a few seconds while he let his eyes roam over Y/N’s face. 

“Please, Sirius.” she whispered, biting down on her bottom lip. 

More than happy to oblige, Sirius resumed his previous position standing between her legs. Deciding to tease her for a few moments more, he slowly ran the head of his cock up and down her folds. With one quick movement, he pushed inside her, groaning lowly as she wrapped around him. He quickly found his rhythm, they had done this so many times before that he knew exactly how to make her come undone for him. 

Y/N’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him forwards so that his forehead was resting against her own. She kissed him deeply as he fucked her, Sirius took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth when she let out a particularly loud moan. Their teeth clashed together as Sirius’s thrusts got more and more rough. The room was filled with the sound of his hips snapping against hers as they both chased their highs.  

Sensing that she was getting closed, Sirius slipped out of her, barely giving her time to protest and he pulled her to her feet. He spun her around, lifting one of her legs up on the counter to give him some leverage. As he entered her again, he pulled her hair, adjusting her gaze so that she was looking at him through the mirror.  

“Want you to look at me when you cum, pretty girl.” he grunted, “You can do that for me, yeah?” 

Y/N nodded, her moans getting louder as Sirius’s thrusts got more and more erratic. He kissed her neck as he fucked her, using her hair to pull her back so that her back arched against him. They came almost simultaneously, Sirius collapsing against her back as he emptied himself inside of her. 

“Fucking hell, you’re hot.” Y/N grinned, slipping back into her trousers.  

“Yeah? You’re not too bad yourself.”  

Y/N slipped out of the bathroom and back into the party, deciding it was time to try and find her friends before they started wondering where she had got to. Usually, after they fucked, they would both go their separate ways, ignoring each other again just as they did before. She made her way into the kitchen, quickly fixing herself a drink before blending back in with the crowds of people.  

Sirius waited a few moments after Y/N left and then made his way back downstairs. For some reason, the only thing he could think about was her. He shook his head quickly, trying to rid himself of thoughts.  

Back in the living room, his eyes scanned over the amount of people in the room, he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. At least, that’s what he was telling himself. Eventually, his eyes fell upon Y/N, just as they had earlier. She was perched on the counter in the kitchen, bottle of beer in hand. He couldn’t quite see who she was with, but decided to make his way over to her.  

He stopped suddenly in the doorway when he saw a boy standing just to the side of her. She was laughing at something that he said and he had a hand resting on her thigh. Sirius’s jaw tightened and he quickly turned around trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.  

Deciding that it was best to distance himself, he took himself outside where there weren’t as many people. He reached into his pocket and fished out his pack of cigarettes, quickly lighting one. He took a drag and sighed, staring up at the stars. 

“Well done, Sirius.” he said to himself, “You’ve only gone and fallen for her.” 

[lains-reality]

nondualism and "manifestation"

okay so there was an anon question abt manifesting. i'll answer with this post. i barely proof read this so tell me if theres an error. if you need more (you don't) then there are relevent links at the end.

anon: Ima here with a question :) Suppose I'm manifesting my desired clothes , so I just be aware/know that I already have them in my closet ? And Whenever I think that nope it's not true they aren't there …I JUST USE MY IMAGINATION, SEE A PICTURE OF THOSE CLOTHES AND AGAIN BECOME AWARE OF THE FACT THAT I HAVE THEM ? Basically when I found myself thinking about them I just shift my awareness to that I have them ! is this all I have to do ? And what if I feel euphoric 🤧 knowing that I already those clothes in my closet ? Is it oky ig it should be bc feeling has nothing to do with it !? RIGHT ?

I'll ask these questions first: do you want the desire or to be free? could you let go of trying to get happiness from this item and sit in the happiness you are?

you don't use your imagination. you ARE imagination. you're living in your imagination.

you don't have to identify with those thoughts telling you, you don't have the clothes

you've asked this question to another blogger, so you're spamming, searching for an answer? not gonna get you anywhere .. also have u even read my posts?

are you the person that sent this? nondualism IS NOT A METHOD

first of all, i want to you to remove every information, believing that it's real, your brain, spiraling, wavering, blockages, the universe giving you what you want, someone outside of you, the 3d, the 4d, behind the scenes, the 3d mirroring you, saturating your brain, etc ... [choroukgod]

there's no manifesting.

you are not the manifestor. you are not the doer. i mean it as the character, anon, doesn't do anything. Self does. Self can also be called awareness or consciousness. for Self, all exists. its like a comb, there's the handle and then all the teeth. Self is the handle, you anon, are one of the teeth. you are Self imagining being a human with desires.

i'll give you a snippet of a draft post i made:

"they wanted to be the doer. the character doesn't do. it's not You, it's just a habit. when you know you are Self, then everything is harmonious and effortless. the Self does, it is under all the imaginary character - if the character isn't real, then it doesn't do, the Self does."

since you are Self, this means you are beyond time and space, body and mind. they're not real. only the character/mind thinks its real, it'll chat forever about how you need to do this and that.

this is because the mind only knows what it knows. it cannot know anything more than what it knows right now. it's a collection of thoughts, feelings and memories that you've collected and turned into a habit. it's a habit to go back to the memories as a reference point. its a habit to identify with thoughts that come into your awareness. when you stop the habit and don't identify as the character, it goes away.

abt the body: well when you dream, you might still think. you feel the body and all, all the sensations. it feels real enough. then you wake up. you didn't take the physical body into the dream did you? you just felt the sensation of having one. doesn't this mean it's a bunch of sensations, just like a thought in the mind is?

also the mind can affect the body (e.g. nervous feeling -> sweaty palms). the thought or feeling rising into awareness, the mind takes note and ownership "i'm nervous, my hands are sweaty", affecting the body. if the unreal mind can affect something, then is that thing also not unreal?

(try to observe the thoughts or feelings next time without attaching a story to it or resisting it. see whether it goes away quicker. being able to accept the present moment is essential for this)

extra note - you as Self is also imagining the concepts of manifesting and shifting (and all the concepts related e.g. states, 3d, persisting etc).

thinking they the reason why you can get what you want IS FALSE. THOSE ARE YOUR OWN CREATIONS, ARE YOU GOING TO CREATE SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR OWN CREATIONS? [choroukgod]

What is there to be saved from except illusions? And what are all illusions except false ideas about myself? My holiness undoes them all by asserting the truth about me. - acim workbook

so, you know now the reality of who you are and not to identify with the imaginary, lets talk about the desire.

desires are born out of not knowing who you are. if you think you're the body-mind then several hundred concepts are needed to be taken into account to just live.

another snippet

"all these memories, feelings, thoughts and subsequent stories create desires and fears. the mind will try and protect itself and plan for stuff, but it can't. because it's so limited in knowledge & power."

the character wants the desire because of the story it has, the feeling. usually of happiness, love, joy. what you don't know is that that's your standard way of being. so you search everywhere.

the characters main motivation is to find the truth and happiness, underneath the searching is the belief 'i am not okay' or 'i am not enough', which leads to several needs & fears but importantly, need of control, especially of the future. it refuses to sit in the present moment.

desire is completely fine actually, its the attachments to it that make it hurtful. when you don't understand that desire is just another passing sensation, you, as the character, think you NEED it and will not stop until you get it, or you suffer.

you think that theres a world to control. you think that its outside of you. you think that there is a physical world. you're missing the most important info of all: all is Self. all is consciousness. all is awareness. whatever you wanna say. all is you, theres nothing to manipulate now. theres nothing to force now. its all unreal. you as Self, are imagining to be a human with desires that now has to change stuff that they think is real! how exhusting! you don't even need to change yourSelf, Self is perfect!

there's nothing to do.

Self is all. Self is whole. Self is perfect. Self is who you actually are.

there's no transition to Self. you already are that. it's letting go of all the concepts of limitations that is a transition. - i don't remember who said this, maybe lester levenson?

manifesting is not the point. the point is to be free! it's to recognise your true self! not just to feel better or okay .. to BE freedom, to BE peace, love etc. do you want to keep going into imagination to fufilll yourself all the time? you don't have to if you understand that you are fulfillment, you are whole already.

the "world" changing can't sway you because you are complete as you are, when you manifest with the intention to fulfil the desire so you 'physically' get it - you're only gonna feel full when you get the thing .. and then it goes. things cannot fulfil you. what would happen if the clothes get shredded by a dog? your happiness goes. why? why would you place your happiness on a thing that is FINITE?

being in the present moment is best. its literally the only way you live. you can't see into the past or future, there is only now.

The best place to grow is right where you are. The best time is now.

when you're worrying abt the future, you're thinking more. when you're worrying abt the past, more thoughts. in the present moment, you slow down and see what is in front of you now.

when you get caught up in the mind, you can stop yourself halfway (or even after it happens) and go "oh the mind was doing ...", then you start to pick up how much your mind wanders back or forwards. you start to pick up how limiting the thoughts are when you remind yourself that you are not the body or mind. with the understanding that the mind is imaginary -> no need to listen or identify with what's happening. it just is. feelings or emotions that come up into awareness cannot do anything. you are never disconnected from Self.

'oh i want to go [x] but i have to buy a plane ticket and get this and that...' -> if you are not the body-mind you don't have to worry about physically travelling anywhere, you are beyond time and space naturally. you don't have to prepare anything either, the mind wants to plan, but Self is harmonious and all, so whatever you 'need' will come to you. lester actually did this once.

"With full confidence that “everything is A-okay and taken care of,” I packed a bag and walked out of the house."

when you catch yourself in the moment: release and disidentify. you can just disidentify with it immediatly if you want to.

to release a belief or emotion (probs also desires) (sedona method):

welcome the feeling.  it doesn’t have to be strong. it is what it is. ask yourself: Could I let it go? Would I let it go? When? then, remembering that you are not the body-mind, answer. deep breath in and out, let relief come if you feel it. read the link for more.

when you ask yourself, “Could I let this feeling go?”,  remind yourself that you can let any emotion go, like dropping an object. when you ask yourself, “Would you let the feeling go?”, consider whether you would you rather hold on to pain, stress, and suffering, or, would you rather be free? when you ask yourself, “When?”, what you’re doing is creating an invitation to do it now

it can take some courage depending on the emotion, the character'll want to run away. but sit in the present moment and observe the feelings. ignoring and suppresing is not healthy. the focus is to keep releasing the feeling when it comes up. you can also coax the feelings up yourself.

to disidentify: well, just don't identify with it. just go "oh that's a thought". maybe remember your Self. maybe say 'on this path i constantly give up trouble' and move on. a simple knowing that that is not You, is enough.

surrender. i used to be scared of surrender bcs i thought it'd mean i have to let go of control and i'd get nothing! or just the same thing or worse! i was scared, i as the character was in full force. then some days past and i calm down (and lowkey give up), then i get some experience where it feels like i'm saying 'yes you ARE your true Self, its natural!!' to myself. something happens w/ 0 effort and i'm never suprised tbh (i used to be), it only grows my faith in mySelf. i promise you when you go 'f it idk whats gonna happen, it'll be fine' it'll be okay. but first you need to understand who you are. you trust your Self and just release the stories that tell you you aren't, that you are stuck, that you haven't got it, that you aren't fulfilled etc.

let me rephrase that bcs ppl saying "just believe!" used to piss me off: surrender it all. just stop. on this path you constantly give up trouble. you give up entertaining thoughts that make you feel bad. stop getting annoyed at yourself. stop beating yourself up. stop trying. just let yourself relax. if you want to do something, do it so you can feel better rather than to fix, manipulate, control etc.

all this arguing takes effort. it takes energy to not surrender. its hard to be something you are not. all the effort is being put into being an ego or to resist being it. you're squashing god into a small box and going 'why won't i fit?!' - lester levenson (modified)

Self is perfection, you are not surrendering to get worse, you are surrendering to perfection. Absolute Perfection. your mind only knows like 20 years (less or more!) of experience, in only one way of being. to your Self, there is all.

if theres anything to "do" its recognising stories of limitation and releasing/disidentifying as them.

(although surrendering is put last here. it is actually the first step. it might even be the only step)

self inquiry pointers (do not skip)

could i let go of wanting to get happiness from [insert item] and allow myself to rest as the happiness i am? can i turn [desire] into a desire for freedom? would i rather have the desire or would i rather be free? am i longing for the desire or to get out of pain? can i let go of wanting to change this and let it be as it is? could i let go of [belief]? would i rather believe in [the belief] or know the truth? would i rather believe in [the belief] or be the truth? am i arguing for my limitations?

more

letting go of ego | haven't read yet, but the skim looked good.

detachment | edwardart

what is the main difference between the now and old? | nisargadatta

go all the way, not just tolerate and endure | lester levenson

the true you | 4dbarbie

self surrender | edwardart

things come to die | heavenlythea (use of the word 3d, but still great post)

manifesting is struggling, life is effortless | 4dbarbie

how did i get something random? | 4dbarbie

attachments | 4dbarbie

some pics to read

after thoughts

i talk abt a method after my you don't need a method post lol, but that method is actually completely for the mind, says it upront and isn't just used for manifesting. in the end you'll stop using this too

could this be a guide to recognising your greatness? maybe?

let go of the insane amounts of responsibility, pressure, and personal attachment you've put on yourself.

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Oda's Coat 🌺

AU (could be interpreted as Daran or not) but Ranpo didn't have an umbrella the day he met Oda on the bridge. He was in a rush or just too fixated on whatever he was doing to remember. Oda thought he was a kid and felt bad for him so he gave him his coat.

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Two and a half years later Dazai is assigned on an away case to another city with Ranpo because he's one of the few who truly doesn't mind his antics. And is perfect for somoen to share a room with him because his low standards for his own space let him compromise for Ranpo.

Ranpo never checks the weather, but Fukuzawa warns him of rain so he brings the coat and an umbrella in his bag. He and Dazai are walking back to their hotel after their first day of investigations when it starts to rain.

Ranpo quickly pulls out his favourite umbrella (with a green duck on the handle), but sees Dazai doesn't have anything (because he doesn't care for himself) so he rustles around in his bag and. holds out the coat for Dazai.

Dazai feels like he recognises it but doesn't immediatly put it together because how could this random guy have Odasaku's coat. While Dazai hesitates Ranpo just goes ahead and drapes the coat over his shoulders. Dazai is immediatly engulfed with the feeling being wrapped in his old friend's coat again. He starts to cry but balmes it on the raindrops.

OR, ALTERNATIVLEY

The two have to investiagte in the rain, and Ranpo takes a bit longer than usual to get ready then comes out wearing Oda's coat like "Okies, I'm ready!" thinking nothing of it.

Dazai is in shock. he thought he'd never see the coat again.

Ranpo can tell he's eyeing the coat the entire time so eventually, he's justr like "Here, take it."

"What?" Dazai stops, suprised.

"I said, take it. I can see you wnat it, so have it. it's just an old coat I got from some guy."

Dazai doesn't know how to feel about that. Yes, he wants it, but he doesn't like Oda being called just some guy. He can't decide.

Getting imaptient, Ranpo just drapes the coat over Dazai and starts to skip ahead.

"Come on! I don't have a coat, we have to hurry up now and if I catch cold I'll make you spoon-feed me soup!"

Dazai stands there for a moment longer than he should, staring at the coat and at Ranpo's form getting smaller as he skips. He quickly runs to catch up. Ranpo can explain later, he decides, for now he has his friends coat and they have case to solve.

[sombrashe]

Perception Check Failed

Starlight Part 1

content established relationship, comfort, reader doesn't know what a crush is, heavy kissing

note(s) this is part 1 of a 2 part mini story but can be read as it’s own standalone story

Walking through the ruins of an old building you kicked up anything shiny. Noticing a pattern you determine you wouldn't get anything more than a few empty cans. Sighing you packed up what few cans you could salvage from the soot. Lucy was a few buildings down and you decide to meet up with her. Walking out of the husk you take a sharp left and keep as close to the buildings as possible ready to turn into an alleyway if needed. After a few minutes, you come to Dogmeat sitting patiently outside a still-standing building. Giving her a quick scratch behind the ears you enter the house. The doors are wide open, giving you the perfect view inside. Going room to room you see where Lucy had to exterminate some of the larger bugs plaguing the wasteland. It’s a nice spot. A few rooms surround an open-concept living room with a half-burned kitchen making up the downstairs. Cautiously you scale up the steps and make your way into a large open room with shards of furniture taking up most of the space. Calling out you watch as Lucy sticks her head out from behind a pile of bed frames with a smile lighting up her face.

“Lookie what I found,” She shoves her hand in the air showing off a small bag. “It’s a bag of stimpacks.”

Grinning you hurry over to her hiding spot. Taking the bag, you laugh as you take in the small pile of health. There are about five from what you can see and you gently trace your fingers over a red wire. Tying the bag up you shove it into Lucy’s open pack. She dusts off her hands and slings the pack over her shoulder.

“Not much in this neighborhood, it’s too close to where the bombs dropped.”

“Yeah, I only found a few cans. Thought we could string them together as a noise trap.”

She agrees and follows you down the steps and into the living room. Pausing you take in the clean state of the home. All the furniture had been moved upstairs so that left the rooms nice and empty. Chewing on your bottom lip you think about how much better this house would be.

“What if we stayed here for the night? Actually, stay inside a place for once?”

“We can see how everyone feels. You know Cooper would hate it. He prefers the great outdoors.” She mimics his accent for the last bit and causes both of you to laugh at the idea. You both walk side by side back the few miles to your small camp. You're happy to report nothing major happened on your way back. Going through the minuscule amount of things you brought back you decide now is as good a time as any to bring up your idea.

“I think we should stay in this house me and Luc found. It has plenty of rooms for each of us and it’s only a little ruined.”

You pause from shoving rope through crude holes to look up at the group. Maximus and Thaddeus immediately agree wanting to get out of the blistering heat and even more intense cold. Lucy and you agree alongside them which leaves four against two. Once he realizes it’s up to him and Cooper, Norm begrudgingly agrees.

“This ‘s a terrible idea, Wastelander. What if some’ne finds the place while y’all‘re sleepin’?”

“Maybe grow a backbone for once and actually help us out for once if you notice something?”

He scoffs and goes to continue with you when Lucy cuts him off.

“Okie Dokie, it seems like tensions are getting a little bit high so how about we all take a deep breath and think before we speak. Yeah?”

You take that deep breath, following her instructions as you glare heavily at Cooper. Completing the trap you shove it into your pack before hopping up.

”If we want to make it before sundown we have to go now.”

Making sure everyone was on the same page you start the trek back to the husk of a neighborhood. The miles are spent with Cooper feet away from the rest of the group and everyone paired with a duo. You’re glued to Norm’s hip as you keep a hand wrapped around his forearm. A few weeks ago he woke up almost like a new person. He stopped wearing his fear of the surface on his face and started holding himself with a little more confidence. When you first met he was timid and kept himself as tidy as possible. Always brushing his hair and trying to get it to lay perfectly against his forehead. Now he allows it to hang freely giving him a relaxed appearance. That plus the facial hair that naturally grew along his bottom and top lip have you eating out of the palm of his hand. You already knew you liked him from the first moment you laid eyes on him, but this was something different. Instead of burning in your face when he was near your stomach started to twist and knot every time he tried talking to you. You didn't quite understand why the sudden change but you made sure to keep him updated. Thick streaks of orange and pink fill the sky as you come upon your home for the evening. Entering the building you smile as everyone starts to claim rooms. Thaddeus takes the smallest opposite the kitchen, Lucy and Maximus take the room beside the staircase, and Cooper promises to stay in the living room ‘just in case’. That leaves the last room for you since Norm is suddenly offering to room with Thaddeus.

”What are you talking about? I assumed we would share a room.”

His face shows his signature nothingness and he wordlessly walks into the last empty room. You follow after him confusion written on your face. You think he might be mad at you but you can't think of the why. Clicking the door shut you're lucky that no big chunks are missing so you can speak freely.

“Are you mad at me?”

Your voice is soft like he was capable of snapping. Maybe he is, you determine, not like you’ve ever seen it firsthand. Now it’s his turn to mimic confusion as he looks back at you.

“I thought you were mad at me. You barely speak to me and when you do you won’t look me in the eyes. I assumed you didn't want to be with me right now so I was going to sleep in another room. To give you space.”

Your face heats up as he puts the pieces together for you. Oh. You were the one being distant. You let the bloodworms in your stomach get the better of you.

“It’s my stomach. Every time I get near you it starts to twist. Like when I ate that bad box of mac & cheese but without... everything else. It hurts to be close to you. I can’t look at you because your lips make my ears burn and when you laugh it makes me feel sick.”

“Sounds like you have a crush.”

“Crush? Like I should crush something to make it go away? Will that work?”

“No. A crush like you like someone. You want to be with them.”

“If I wanted to be with you why does it hurt so badly?”

“I don’t know. It’s something weird our bodies do. I feel the same way when I’m near you.”

Your ears perk up at his confession. This is perfect. If he feels the same way then it must be normal. You wonder if Lucy and Max feel the same way about each other. Allowing your pack to fall to the floor you smile as you take out a worn blanket. When Norm escaped the vault his pack carried an extra sleeping bag and you were grateful that tonight was your night with it. Sheepishly you shove your bag next to his. Standing up straight you dive back into your pack hoping he has no objections. Removing the rope of metal cans from inside you exit the room to tie up the front door. Using the holes in the sloped roof you tie up the cans. Taking a step back you admire your work before nodding.

Turning you go to return to your room hoping to get some sleep. Instead, you're stopped by the rumble in your stomach as Lucy comes out with an unopened pack of crams. Smiling she holds up the food and gathers everyone to the main room. Happily sitting down the sounds of human hunger fill the room as she hands out the containers. There are six in the pack and everyone agrees to shill some out in a small pile on the floor for Dogmeat. Norms finds a spot next to you and he ends up sitting so close that your plush thigh is squished against his toned one. Cracking open your cram you spoon some out for the pup before digging in yourself. You're all finished within minutes not a word spoken as you ate. Only the soft sounds of chewing fill the room. When you’re finished you set the can off to the side alongside the rest. Dancing your fingers over Norm’s knee you rise and start for your room. Your stomach feels better now that you have peace of mind. The pain is still there but much more manageable. Entering your shared room you hear the door click behind you and you turn to see Norm looking you over.

“How are you feeling? Better?”

You give him a warm smile, “Yeah. My stomach hurts a lot less. Maybe I was just hungry.”

You let out a laugh but don’t miss the flash of discomfort that covers his face. Even if only a second it causes your stomach to bubble as you go to apologize. He waves you off with a tiny curl of the corners of his mouth. Walking past you he starts to go through his pack. You notice he placed your single blanket over your sleeping bags. Smiling you think about how nice it’s going to be sleeping next to someone with an actual roof over your head for once. Pointing to the side-by-side bags you speak louder than necessary.

“One of those is mine, right?”

He looks at you quizzically and gives you a short laugh. “Yeah? You put it there. The blanket is just for extra warmth.”

You smile and drag your bag to rest beside the bag. Normally a lumpy makeshift pillow but you know it’s better than sand in your ears. Tonight on the other hand you have a relatively clean wooden floor to rest your head on. Possibly even a warm body. You feel heat rush to the apples of your cheeks. Instead of dwelling on the feeling you pull your armor and weapons off and place them in a neat pile next to your pack. Next is your outer clothes, A few tops and a pair of jeans get folded neatly behind your bag.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed. If I’m sleeping inside four walls I’m going to do it comfortably. Why? Does this bother you? Should I put my shirt back on?”

A shake of his head and he starts to follow your lead. His vault suit and tank top is removed leaving him in a pair of briefs. Fuck. He doesn't have your raw muscle mass, but his body is lean and healthy and it causes your entire face to burn feverishly. You can’t stop staring. He notices and moves his hands showing himself off. This movement causes you to snap out of your stupor. Quickly yanking your head up you make eye contact with Norm.

“You like what you see?”

“I was staring.”

“I know. You can. If I can do the same.”

You allow your eyes to drift down and nod slowly. You don’t mind him staring at you and it allows you to take in his figure some more. Your mind starts to wander and you're left hugging yourself around the middle as you think about all the things you want to do.

“Can we kiss? I want to feel you.”

Your voice comes out stronger than you anticipated. Luckily it works in your favor and he opens his arms wider giving you an invitation to come closer. You do, taking a few normal steps towards him even if your body feels like a leaf in a radstorm. When you're right in front of him you waste no time in cupping his cheeks and pulling him close. Pressing soft lips together you move in sync. You’re a little more awkward than his confident movements but they work in tandem. One hand leaves his cheek to squeeze at his bicep. His hands decide the best place to be is on your wide hips. He squeezes at the slightly exposed flesh there, using his position to raise your tank top higher so he can get more of your flesh between his fingers. You sigh into his mouth as you press your chest closer to his. Darting your tongue out you rub the tip against his bottom lip. He obliges and opens his mouth enough for you to explore it with your tongue. You do for a few moments, feeling the ridges of his teeth with the flat part of your tongue. You feel how his nose flares against your cheek as he angles his head downwards. After a few moments of panting and touching you force yourself to pull away.

“Wow.”

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[thunder-point]

Something something when Peem goes to sleep in his room he’s on the side of the bed Phum sleeps on when they’re together

oh 🥺

oki anon, here is a lil ficlet that was inspired by your lovely ask: -------

Q tumbles onto his bed with a hefty groan and remains there, legs spread and hands on top of his stomach. "Q. That's my side," Peem mumbles as he drags himself inside his bedroom, tote bag crashing on the ground carelessly. His knees knock against the edge of the bed. "Move to the left." Q doesn't even open his eyes as he murmurs a dismissive sound. Peem stares him down some more, then concedes that it's very much useless when his best friend is so bone-tired, and lowers himself on top of Q until he receives a punched-out groan and a sharp elbow to the ribs.

He rolls to the side with a wince, glaring at Q without much heat. No response again. Peem sighs and lets his head plop on the cold pillow. He moves in his sleep sometimes, and there are times when he's forced to sleep wherever on his bed because four other people are sharing it with him. But Peem doesn't make a habit of using this side. It has him just as unnerved as it's whatever because he's just too exhausted to try and change sides with Q right now.

They've been at the faculty for more than twelve hours, he doesn't want to move anymore for other twelve.

So without dipping into the shower, without changing clothes, Peem settles in all his aching glory on the right side of the bed. He curls into a little ball, head turning to nuzzle into the pillow and-

Phum hits him with dizzying intensity. He startles and rests on his elbow, staring down at the pillow. With stupid hesitance, he lowers himself to give the fluffy thing a sniff that- yeah, that's Phum alright. His cologne, his hair shampoo imprinted right on Peem's pillow from all the nights he spent here.

Peem's entire body collapses, as does his realization. It rather morphs into such a powerful yearning that he takes the pillow into his mouth to muffle the deep sound he lets out. He hasn't seen Phum at all today, hasn't heard the smooth tone of his voice aside from the short call they had this morning. The sudden reminder of his boyfriend and his heart-shaped smile hits Peem harder than any weariness ever will.

"Why are you whimpering?" Comes the sudden question, barely mumbled. Peem's shoulders curl even more. "I'm- not. Shut up."

Q doesn't add anything to it, and Peem closes his eyes with another soft nuzzle, still trying to get his chest to unclench from all the surging loss he feels. Phum's faint scent hits him again when he inhales slowly, and Peem's fingers claw at the sheets with an aggression that would be worrying if he didn't know the reason. There is no Phum to take hold of them and smooth it out, palm to palm, fingers intertwining. "Q," Peem chokes out softly, turning on his back just a little. "Where's my buffalo? Give it to me."

Perhaps he hears something in his voice, perhaps it's that instinct that only Q has when it comes to Peem, but there is nothing sluggish in the way Q bends over the edge of the bed to retrieve the fallen plushie. He throws at Peem, who doesn't hesitate to bury his face in its faux fur. This one has a safe smell, a clean one. It doesn't resemble the taste of Phum's soft skin, doesn't echo with the giddiness of his laugh. Doesn't remind Peem of Phum's lovely habit of draping himself over Peem's back like he'd love to melt into him completely. Q shuffles closer, letting out a comforting little hum. "You could call him, y'know?" "'S late," Peem says with half a mouth, heart still offbeat. He inwardly begs sleep to take him, to let him dream for a little bit. Of Phum, of his I love you's, of anything his yearning wants to conjure. "I don't want to wake him up." "Oh, I'm sure he won't mind." Q's hand is light as it flicks Peem's bangs. "Just give him a call, dumbass. Tell him good night." Peem's eyes flutter, meeting the stable assurance in Q's slanted gaze. They hold each other's attention for a second, even with the constant throb of a long day behind them. Peem is out of bed, phone clenched in hand before Q can ever attempt to snort properly. Phum picks up at the second ring, voice drowsy but light, "Peem? You okay, baby?"

Suddenly, breathing works a little easier.

[miffywoo]

Porsche Princess - K.JW

New F1 AU Series Trailer Team Principal!Kim Jungwoo x Driver!Reader

word count: 360 tw: none content: slow burn drama female reader, 2024 f1 season cast, and more. for my non-f1 mutuals, team principals are basically the executive coaches in the sport, in f1 there are two drivers and 1 team principal per team! for my non-kpop mutuals, he's just cute as fuck lol. pls like, reblog, or comment if you like it! it helps alot :')

NEW TEASER - HERE

In the high-speed world of Formula 1, barriers are meant to be broken, records shattered, and hearts raced. Y/n L/n, the first female driver in the 21st century, joins the new Porsche Kia Formula 1 Racing Team on the paddock. Where every second on the track writes history by redefining the limits of physics and society. At her side, team principal Jungwoo Kim, the youngest F1 team principal in the sports history. Whos background in leadership and engineering are about to be tested in the crusible of world class racing. 

As Y/n's aggressive driving captivates the world, her dynamic with the enigmatic Jungwoo doesn't just spark rumors; it ignites a slow-burning flame watched eagerly by eyes around the globe. From the paddocks to the glamorous after-parties, every penalty, win, and heart-pounding moment is captured, raising not just their profiles but suspicions and hopes of a romance blooming against the backdrop of the racing world's relentless pressure. 

However, with every podium finish and shared glance, the lines between professional and personal blur. Drive to Survive cameras circle, media speculates, and fans are on the edge of their seats, wondering if Y/n and Jungwoo can navigate their feelings amid the high stakes of Formula 1 racing. Will their relationship crash under the intense spotlight, or will they find love on the victory lap? Can Y/n and Jungwoo handle the pressures of their growing fame and the escalating whispers of their potential affair? 

Join Y/n and Jungwoo as they race through challenges on and off the track, where passion meets precision, and every heart-pounding moment could lead to victory or heartbreak. In the world of F1, nothing is certain except the speed at which the world can change when you dare to risk it all. Dive into this F1 season of firsts, how her title as the Porsche Princess defines on and off the track, see what's won and what is lost.  

authors note: hi everyone! i go by mimi and I hope you enjoyed this trailer so far. this is my first creative writing piece that i'm sharing so i appreciate any support on this. i've actually been super nervous abt releasing this but i really look forward to sharing this series with you guys. for reference ive been following f1 for quite some time now and i've recently got back into kpop, so i thought there has to be atleast one person out there might like this au (i hope). i might make a taglist just lmk if youre interested, im still navigating how to use tumblr like this so bear with me-- it also just depends if anyone even likes this djfdkfjf so we'll see how this goes ok this is getting long sorry. but i intend to namely use the 2024 season grid (to the best of my abilities lol) and will also include a love triangle with another driver oop if you read this far then you heard it first kdfjdkjfsdlkfj disclaimer: i do not own f1 and drive to survive, this is written under my own inspiration and creative purposes only! all pictures and divers are from tumblr and pinterest oki thank u.

just posted the sneak peak here :3

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𝖢𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌，𝖯𝟣𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌- Have the cuties marks on you face

𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈－requested!! @littlebirdnizhoni P1h x Reader, Fluff/a bit of angst

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－Cussing, Jokes (I have freckles so I hope you get it 😭) Nicknames,idk

Keeho

#1 boyfriend goes to…. KEEHOO!! You think this man hates your freckle🥸HE LOVESSS THEEMEMEME. His ass would star at you trying to hid the urge to just count ever since freckle on your face. If you could get payed for how many times his answer has change you would be a billionaire right now….not even kidding you.Yoy can’t tell me he would be hella cringe and kiss ever spot like I just feel it in my soul!!🤯

“Let me kiss you!!!😡” Keeho running around the dorm to catch you.”NOOOO YOU WERIDO!!” Telling keeho.”Y’all cringe as hell” Mr.seob said from tin ass air.”K Y S!!” Keeho yelled at seob…”He’s right fuck your cringey ass” 😟

Theo

Shut this boy up he would probably see your freckles and call them shit marks 😰. Making himself look all innocent and BOOM DOOKIE MARKS…lock him up. Let me stop with this nonsense okie if he’s in his little giggle lover mood he takes a lot of pictures of your freckles like he probably as album full on just your freckles.HE WOULD TOTALLY YELL AT YOY IF YOU SAID “I need makeup I’m sick of my freckles!” LIKE WATCH YOU MAKEUP IT MIGHT 🏃‍♀️

“You got me fuck up what you mean” my freckles are ugly??!” Umm the last time I remember I have 289 photos of your face” Theo said look you up and down.

Jiung

Loved calling them glitter. All different shape’s sizes colors glitter!! he’s your number one fan like you thought you were nope he out beat you. Once it’s sleepy time he puts his finger on you arm and counts or traces your glitter makes.

“Stop jiung is 2am I need some sleep!!” cursing him to stop.”No No No I will finsh when I feel like it” telling you with all his might to not just crash to bed. “Boy you look like your going to pass out right now.” the there’s no more talking from jiung just sores.

Intak

Selfie in bed with a bare face is a must for him🙌!! Just about to make a nap and flash he just took a photo of you too. Gets every angle and close ups on your freckles. Your freckles making you insecure? NOT NO MORE WITH HWANG IN TAK!! He makes dad jokes to make you feel more happy about them.

“Come come let’s take a photo here” intak pulled you into a hug and pulling out his phone.”Intak really?” Look at the camera a bit tired of him taking hella photos. “Hurry up intak I’m hungry as hell!” Keeho told you and intak.after 20 photos you walk in hand together.

Soul

Runnnn I’m telling you!!

He well look at every single freckle and look for a heart I just know it.Tbh is cute but dam he takes foreverrrrr.He calls them your cutie mark like broo 😞 he probably named some to..

“Look at this cutie mark it looks like a dog!” Soul said pointing at you lower arm. “Soul that looks like nothing?” Telling him look confused. “I’ll take a picture and show it to you then😡” he look like a cartoon character. Takes the picture and shows it to you then you finally see it.”Ahhhh I see”

Jongseob

Cookie crumbs is your name yup y/n not no more it’s cookie crumb. Even if cookies are not your thing he does not care. He had a full list just of names for you. Probably bigger then the English dictionary.

“Wsp coco puff I think I like that one?! Nahh sprinkle is a bit more fitting for you” jongseob told you. “What’s next seed,stary,bug face, etc you can’t stop making me names 😭” laughing into jongseob neck. “I just like giving you unique names I want you to feel special!”

“This is the only time I’m going to let you be cringey”

𝖫𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖺𝗎𝖿𝖾𝗒

[soliarus]

Thoughts Of You: Prequel

-fluff, tiny itty bit of a suggestive thought, before reader and Dahyun started dating!! decided to make a part 2 of this only because I find gay panicking Dahyun cute

: Dahyun's mind is full of one thing and one thing only, her crush

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non-idol!college student!dahyun x fem!reader

“Okay, I think I get it now, metaphase comes before telophase, right?” You ask Dahyun who sits next to you. Dahyun, however, just stares at you. “Uhhh…Dahyun?”

You’re so cute when you stare at me like that…

You bring your hand up to her face trying to catch her attention, she jumps back in surprise. “Huh? What? I mean! Yes you’re right! Super correct!” Dahyun blurts out, placing her hand on her heart.

Okay, Dahyun calm down. Calm down, deep breathes.

The two of you were studying at your apartment, on the floor because your couch had yet to be delivered. Your roommate had gone out to spend time with their girlfriend, which meant that Dahyun was with you. The two of you were alone. Together.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Dahyun? You’ve been acting a bit off since you got here” You ask placing your hand on top of Dahyun’s rubbing your thumb against her soft skin.

Off? Of course I’m acting ‘a bit off’! I’m in front of a person sculpted by God! Ahhh! She’s touching my hand! She’s! Touching! My! Ha-

“I’m fine, today’s just been a long day that’s all” Dahyun nervously chuckles. You raise an eyebrow at her before getting off the floor and stretching your arms over your head.

Even the way you stretch is so cute!

“Let’s take a break then, I’ll get us something to drink,” You smile at her before walking over to the kitchen and bringing over two water bottles. You sit back next to her with a sigh and another stretch. Your phone goes off and you tilt your head, “who could that be?”

“Oh Dahyun, my roommate said that they won’t be coming back tonight. Apparently the rain is gonna be stronger than anticipated, there’s storm warnings going around”. You get back up and move the curtains to take a peak, the rain was coming down hard, and dark storm clouds covered up the sky. Dahyun walks over sticking her head next to yours to take a look herself, instead she finds herself staring at you instead. “It’s raining heavily, Dahyun. Do you have anything important to do tomorrow?” You turn to look at her, your faces an inch apart.

Ack! Too close! Too close!

“I umm– nooo, nothing important” Dahyun mumbles stepping back a little.

You beam as if a brilliant idea suddenly popped up in your mind, “then you should stay over! Spend the night here and leave tomorrow! Would that be alright with you, Dahyun?”

The way you say my name is just soooo ahhhh-

“I could—I mean yeah sure, I didn’t bring an umbrella with me, I’ll stay yeah…yeah” You chuckle at the response, “okie dokie! I’ll bring you a set of pajamas, and you could take a shower in my bathroom”. You place your hand on Dahyun’s shoulder before leaving to get her a set of clothes.

Her shampoo and her soap— HER SCENT!

Dahyun’s heart is doing flips right now as she dreamily lathers the shampoo on her head. She feels like she’s on cloud nine right now, her thoughts going crazy.

I wish she was here right now…I want her to touch me…lather the soap over my bod- wait- get those thoughts out of your head Dahyun! Ask the girl out first you hopeless romantic!!! Wait is that a Hello Kitty sugar scrub?!?!?!

“Huh?” Dahyun’s eyes are wide when she comes out the bathroom, and sees you setting up your bed.

“I hope you don’t mind Dahyun, my roommate doesn’t want anyone sleeping in their room and our couch still hasn’t been delivered yet… soo we could sleep on the bed together?” You were nervously playing with your fingers, your eyes trained on her feet rather than her eyes.

This is your chance Dahyun take it! Take! It!

“Yeah! No, I don’t mind” Dahyun says with a nervous smile, and the way your face lights up has her stomach doing flips, the good kind.

Soft mattress, soft pillows, soft clothes, everything feels so soft and comfy.

It’s been two hours and Dahyun still hasn’t fallen asleep, lying stiffly on her side, her back facing you. It was only about an hour after the two of you had tucked in when Dahyun had heard your quiet breathes.

Just turn around, she’s asleep, nothing bad could happen, absolutely nothing bad. right?

Dahyun prepares herself, thinking that everything will be fine, she closes her eyes and turns around. She lets out a quiet sigh ready to look at your back before opening her eyes.

Ahhhhhhh!!

Your face was barely an inch from hers, just like when the two of you were looking out the window earlier. A soft groan leaves your lips, “Dahyun…” you mumbled under your breath.

OH MAY GAWD SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE—

“Y-yes, Y/N” Both of you inched a little closer.

“It’s cold…is it okay if we snuggle up?” An eye-closed mumble.

“I don’t mind…” And you’re even closer to her now, wrapping an arm around her as Dahyun laid her head a breath away from your neck.

“Hmm…tis feels nice”

I AM CUDDLING WITH HER I AM CUDDLING WITH HER IM CUDDLING WITH—

“Thanks for coming over for the study date Dahyun, i really appreciate it”

This… was… a…date?

“Dahyun? Dahyun? Did you fall asleep?”

[satanicsanity]

Okie doke!! So! Anonymous wanted y/n trying to intimidate yandere-wally, @scarletkitty99 wanted more of a forced upon love from yandere-wally! So of course, here you are!! But FIRST AND FOREMOST, there as some things we gotta get out of the way!

Remember this is an alternative universe, an au!! This isn't cannon!!

Disclaimer: This particular video is NOT in any way, shape, or form, relating to anything sexual or any type of sexual relationship! I WOULD NOT make this video if it was! There is no sexual context throughout this video! Please keep in mind if you chose to listen, as it goes against the creator's wishes and my own boundaries! There is nothing sexual, or sexually suggestive, within this video or in ANY of my others! If it is taken in a sexual manner, this video will be removed immediately by me! Also, know that none of this is cannon and the actual wally from welcome home is NOT a yandere as far as we're concerned, this is a simple fan-made alternative universe!

However and furthermore, this does contain context that listeners may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Forcing love, belittling, poking fun, eery or uncomfortable laughter, implied being tied up (NON SEXUALLY, please keep that in mind!) Kidnapping themes, lovesick/yandere themes, controlling and possessive behavior, unhealthy relationship themes, implied violence and harm, etc. if you are triggered by any of these or anything closely related to these please skip this video! I want this to be a safe space for all the peeps who follow me, and if these types of things make you uncomfortable I encourage you to skip this!

Last but not least, ‼️please go support wally's ACTUAL voice actor, @DaFrankiestein!🩷🩷🩷‼️

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Subtitles, wally speaking: Neighbor, I would appreciate it if you stopped struggling. [sigh] it makes it very hard to tie you up. [chuckle] ...im sorry, darling... Are you trying to intimidate me? [statement is followed by a pause, and laughter] oh that is adorable.. And pathetic! You know you can't intimidate me, My love~ think.. Who really is in control right now? That's what I thought. Haha! You are awfully adorable.. I could just kiss you right now~ ...Why not? I am your boyfriend, aren't I? ...What do you mean No. Haha.. Neighbor, I'd suggest complying if you don't want to get hurt. Oh don't cry, you know you make an adorable face when you cry to!~ [sigh] I suppose I shouldn't force anything yet. Don't worry! I'll make sure you fall in love with me... I'll make sure you fall deeply.. In love with me. Haha! And maybe, well, stop trying to pick a fight? I am being VERY lenient to you, as you know. Good.

[prettygirl-gabi]

What could go good?

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving & giving), fingerings, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling, 4 some, slight name calling, i think there's more but i haveth no clue what im missing, MDNI!!!

Category:F/M/M/M

Fandom: Obx (outer banks netflix)

Relationships: Rafe x reader x jj x pope

Not proof read... ...

It had been a long day on the island, from work 2 double shifts on the cut and figure 8 but needless to say I was tired. 

Pulling up at the Chateau and ready to fight anyone who dared to ruined my plans to sleep. "Hi boys, where's kie?" The first to stop his tomfoolery was JJ, "Oh she'd handling shit at home, I think it's her mom's birthday or some shit like that." I nod as I head to John B's room to shower, only for him to run in front of me. "No entrada sweetheart. I need the hot water so I can get ready for my date with Sarah." 

"No, JB please oh pretty please I've worked for like 48 hours straight; please just let me take a shower please I need this." He sighed "I know, but if we're gonna get the gold you gotta let me be my best looking for dinner with her family tonight." I punched his arm "You asshole, J can we go to your place or is your pops home?" JJ gave me that sad smile before shaking his head telling me everything I needed to know. 

"Ohhhh sweet loving Beautiful, handsome-" I was cut off by Pope. "C'mon plus my mom hasn't seen you, and as she stated if she doesn't lay eyes on you soon she's sending out a man hunt." I squeal in happiness, "Yesss we'll be back you asshats." I quickly snatch my keys and give them to Pope.

After a well needed shower some of Momma Havyward's cooking and Pope's clean clothes we headed back to the Chateau for my well deserved sleep. "Oh pops asked me to drop some stuff off at the Cameron's." Laying in the passenger seat I just nodded my head and close my eyes. 

I had woke up to the sound ot tapping on my window. With annoyance on my face I rolled it down. "What can I do for you in this fine day Rafe?" He smirks at me "Well well well few of my friends besides Topper are throwing a party, and we'll here's a special invite for you to come." I look for a sign that he is telling a lie. "Oh Rafey you know the only way I'd come is if yhe crew can too, but that's not all you are here for is it."

 "No, no it's not Y/n, I wanna take you out a day before the party on Friday night, just one date." Smirking at him I rolled my window up, but only for him to keep tapping. "Please I'll promise to act like a good boy the whole time." He begged at me with hopefull eyes. "Fine one date Rafe, anything goes wrong I'm leaving." He rubbed my cheek "Don't worry I'll treat you like the most perfect princess ever."

Before he could try anything else, Pope came back and was ready to go. "Yo everything good here?" He asked as he got back in the car. "Yeah everything goods here we can go home." I say as I roll my window up. "Are you gonna tell me what that was because it looked like some weird shit was going down." I shook my head nothing, its fine lets go home cause I'm tired."

As the week progressed I got more and more worried about this date, but it was to late to back out. The girls were helping me get ready for this date. "I swear Y/n if he tries any thing I will kill him with my bare hands." Sarah said with a serious look on her face. "Oki I believe you." We, mainly the boys thought I should get ready at the Chateau so they can help me with my outfits. Hell JJ was on his knees begging fore me to cancel my date with Rafe, so was Pope; however tonight they are more quite then two common house rats. 

Every single dress, shirt, skirt, hell even shoes were not up to their standards. It was now an hour before and I have not one decent outfit, cause of those two. "Fuck it JJ, Pope outside now!" I stormed out with them both hot on my tail. "Y/n slow, fuck slow down." "How does she have the shortest legs out of all of us and walk so fuckin fast." Pope says as they are trying to keep up with me. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO, YOU BOTH KEEP FUCKING UP ME GETTING READY!" I yelled as I stopped and turn to them. "Its just that we don't think you should go out with him Y/n, like seriously, he's a kook and a Cameron not to mention!" JJ exclaimed while Pope was trying to catch his breath. "Oh really, so Rafe is bad news but Sarah whos also a kook and a Cameron isn't bad news for the crew. Fuck this I'm going home and getting ready there you hypocrites!" I say as I stormed off to my house and finish getting ready by myself.

Rafe came and got me at 8 sharp and treated me like the most perfect princess ever. "So, do you want dessert or do you wanna go to part two of your date?" He asked as I finished my second glass of Stella wine. "Is it possible to get dessert to go?" I ask with a soft smile on my face. "Sure thing pretty girl. Get whatever your little heart wants.

Once we got to the open field with a cute almost drive in movie set up. "I, how did you know." He got out and opened the door for me. "I may or may not have asked Sarah for help." I reached on my tippie toes and kissed his cheek thanks for this really.

Rafe pulled my body close to his and kissed me deeply before making his way to my lower neck. I moan lightly and manage to get out "Rafe I." He rubs his thumbs over my hip bones. "Is that...this something that you want, we don't have to do anything but watch the movie I promised to be a good boy and treat you like the most perfect princess." I rest my head on his chest pondering in thought. "Rafe I've never had sex before." I say shyly

I feel his hands slide up and down my arms "I can change that if you let me." I look at him with gentle eyes and nod my head. "To be fair I didn't plan for us to have any sexual activities so I'm just gonna treat you and worry about me another time." He says as he leads me to the cute tent he had setup for us to watch the movie in. He begins to leave love bites on my neck "your mine for tonight" I whimper,as he lays me bll down and unzips my skirt. "I've been wanting a taste of you ever since you walked out your front door" Rafe slides the skirt down along with my underwear. I jumped slightly at the cold air hitting my freshly shaved, now wet and needy pussy. He pushes a finger inside and I moan "Can I add another one?" He asked with pleading eyes I nod my head "Y-y-yes give me more." Rafe hoverd over me but looks down as he pushes another one inside. Once he had set a good steady pace I moan out and squealed as the pleasure was buliding up "fuck don't stop, harder please Rafey" he removes his fingers, licking them clean and I whimper at the loss of contact.

I was about to protest but he connects his mouth with my pussy "fuck" he giggles and it sends vibrations through my entire body."You like that baby?" I nod my head and push his head down further "uhhhh I'm almost there, oh Rafey." My legs begin to shake and I cry out but he continues, letting me ride out my orgasm. 

Once I come down from my high he starts the princess and the frog while tending to my needs. "I hope that was everything you wanted." He says before laying next to me til we both fell asleep. The next morning he took to my house to get ready for work and waited on me as well.

"So how was your date?" Kie asked as we bussted tables til the boys came in. "It was like so perfect, Kie." JJ grabbed a fry from my plate and aimed for it to go in my shirt "So future kook princess are you going to the party?" "Yes, JJ I am and so is everyone else." I say as squirt ketchup om his nose. "And never call me that again." He wiped his nose on my cheek. "Sure thing lil lady." 

We burst out laughing before I gave him the rest of my food. "Soooo Y/n looks like we'll be in-laws." John B steals a fry off the plate I once had. "We've not discussed if we were officially official yet." "Yeah, probably in a new girl already." Pope says out of poket "Whoah bro what the actual fuck" Jj and Kie smack him at the same time. "I'm sorry but he's a kook and I stand on and behind not liking him."

Over the next few months Rafe would come hang out with the pouges and I at the beach and even a few parties at the Chateau. Just like tonight there was a party at the Chateau it had been like maybe 2 hours into the party when some grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into a deep kiss. I turn around to see who it is but they kiss me before I can say anything else. I moan into the kiss only to be yanked into the familiar arms of my boyfriend Rafe. "Bro what the hell, dude shes with me!" Rafe yelled at the person who kissed me. "Well obviously she liked it." I gasp once I heard those words come out of Pope's mouth. Pulling myself from Rafe's arm leaving to gind JJ and everyone else just incase a fight broke out between Rafe and Pope. 

I found JJ first "J, we hey J I need to to help-" before I could say me we could hear people yelling about a fight. JJ and I took off to see Kie, Topper and a random trying to break them apart. "She's mine you pouge get that through your head!" Rafe yelled throwing a punch to Pope's nose. I pushed my way through the crowd with JJ's tight in mine. "Guys plese stop this" I begged and pleaded as i went to break them up only to get hit on the cheek by Rafes elbows. 

"Alright party's over everyone out right now!" JJ yelled coice laced with venom. Within 10 mins everyone was cleared out. Kie went to find JB and Sarah, leaving me with JJ, powp and Rafe. "Alright wanna tell me what the fuck was that Pope." Jj asked getting me some fozen peas fir ny face. "You idiots could have seriously gitten hurt and if im the one tmdoing the parenti g we've hut rock bottom. "Look j, pope kiss Y/n, my girl I felt that evey lick he got from me was well deserved." Rafe sighed before holding his head down. "Look I'm- I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." Pope said before storming out.

Well that was weeks ago I've done my best to avoid everyone including Rafe. "Aye, Y/n we gotta talk." Kie says as she pulls me in The Wreck right before my shift stared. "What Kie, I just wanna do my shift and go home." Ju

"Just, just listen to me. We miss you jj and JB have been giving Pope hell, please just comeback." She begged. "Kie things are weird its nit like how when jb kissed you." I say as I start start working my shift.  

"Table for 3 please." I hear out of Pope's mouth to see JJ and Rafe right behind him. "Get Kie to set you 3." "Yo Kie Y/n is ending her shift lil early and I'll you 500 on the spot." Rafe stated handing her 500 dollars on table and lead me his range rover with the other 2 following close behind. "What, whats happening?" I stop and turn to the three boys staring me down. "We are gonna talk and discuss some things sweetheart, that's all." JJ says in a soft tone, "Now get in princess, please." I get in the car first with the 3 boys right behind me. Rafe put his hand on my thigh. "Everything's good I promise." Rafe state as he pull into his drive way. 

"We just, God fuck ok so... all 3 of us like you in a romantic way." JJ says grabbing at his har as we sit of the front porch. "Yea and we couldn't have a conversation without you, that is until Pope here suggested we share you romantically that is." "Wait please explain." I say look between all 3 boys. "Pope sits up ready to explain. "We fuck, we love you and we put up with each other and we all love you like the beautiful queen you are." I stil there in shock. "So what, what do you think?" Rafe asked with an eager look on his face. "No, no fighting over me, we communicate and I say when things get to much for me, yea." I say nodding my head.

After our I long talk we ended up in One of the guest rooms. The one thing we cabt decided on is who gets to taste this sweet pussy of yours first." Rafe said with an evil smirk on his face. I roll my eyes "bullshit and you kno who's first." Rafe stops smirking and turns to me with his hand around my neck pullingbmy close to his face. "Eatch your mouth princess" I glare at him "I can say whatever I fucking want to say because you're not my dad soooo."

He turns to JJ "You wanna handle this?" JJ walks and stands in from onto me "That's no problem." He stalks up to me even more "Watch your mouth, lil lady. " I roll my eyes "make me!" he chuckles "I have many ways to make you but I'll say it for the last time watch your fucking mouth." I cross my arms with a smirk on my face. "And I said make me." he smirks "Oh I will don't worry." He grips my waist "I'll fuck those manners out of you if I have to" I laugh "yeah rig-" he cuts me off by kissing me intensely. 

I moan "mmm" he pushes my skirt up and connects his mouth with my thighs before he uses two of his fingers amd slowly slide them in my pussy "Oh my goddd." He chuckles and it sends vibrations to my pussy "Yesss" I push his head down and I squeal "fuck J" he smacks my thigh "Watch your mouth." He pushes his two fingers inside of me fast and I cry out "I'm gonna cum" he immediately backs away and before I can protest Pope walks up with a weird looking vibrator."This is a magic wand and it's works wonders but for you it's gonna make you cum over and over again until you can't take it anymore, until you learn your manners."

 I begin to back in to the top of the bed but I feel arms wrap around me and I see strands of blonde hair "I thought we went over the rules already, hmm?" I roll my eyes and I feel a stinging sensation on my ass "Don’t try me babygirl, I'll do way worse then that vibrator." I get lifted to end up skin tio skim with Rafe as he holds me in his lap with my legs spread wide. "Go ahead Pope, she's not going anywhere" Pope chuckles "Should I turn it all the way" JJ looks down at me "Should he put it on it's highest setting, lil lady?" I open my mouth to answer but it's replaced with a moan "holy shit" Rafe yanks on my hair "Watch that mouth of yours princess." The vibrations become more intense within every minute or so, I squeeze my eyes shut and orgasm. "You can cut it off I'll take it from here" JJ and pope leave the bed room and Rafe smiles at me "You look really beautiful princess, by the time we're done with you your gonna be a fucking mess...a moaning non speaking mess." He climbs on top of me "Are you ready for me to do this?" I nod my head "Yes Rafey" he chuckles "Okay." 

He thrusts into me leaving me no time to adjust to his size "Yess babe right there" he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. I wrap my legs around him "Please go harder" he slows down "Bad girls don't get rewarded" I pout and he leans down to kiss me then he bites my bottom lip. pHe begins to rub my clit and the pleasure becomes intense "you gonna follow your rules princess" I nod my head "yes" he smacks my inner thigh "Yes what, princess? " I moan "yes daddy." He begins to thrust into me at speeds unknown "you gonna be my good little girl hmm?" I nod my head "Yesss yesss I promise." He moans "Fuck your so tight." I run my nails down his back leaving marks "I'm gonna" I make noises that I didn't know I could even make then I blank out.

I thought we were done until JJ and Pope came back fully naked and noticeable hard."Look at her," Pope laughed mockingly from where he was standing. "Pope I got her pussy, you take her mouth." Pope walked closer to me with my mouth wide open, thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, both of his hands in my hair. "She loves taking our dicks so much, J. Insatiable little thing."

 I heard Rafe give a small chuckle of his own from behind me, still holding me like a rag doll. JJ thrusts his hips faster while Rafe took the vibrator and put it on my clit with the highest setting. At some point Rafe ended up being in me as well with his own cock thrust in and out of my pussy at a faster speed. Causing me to jerk forwards and gag a little on Pope's dick, making all 3 men laugh. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but, ultimately, I'm enjoying myself. "She's so fucking wet, boys" Rafe cooed, smoothing his fingers across my nipples, causing JJ grasping her hips to slam her harder back into him. "She's making a mess. Drenching me and the bed."

 "Stupid slut," Pope spat, taking his cock out of my mouth and running it across my swollen lips. He smacked it lightly across my faces, smearing my own spit around my delicate skin. "Gets wet over being used by her three boyfriends." "Mhm, please," I manage to mutter. 

 "What do you want, our sweet girl ?" Pope hissed as jerked himself to the way JJ and Rafe were fucking into me "Want your cock, Pope." I whimper out andfeel their non stop thrust speed up more. "Good girl, baby" Rafe murmured and squeezed your cheeks with his strong fingers so you pouted, then he dug a little deeper and caused a pain that made your mouth fall open, your tongue sticking out for him. "Take it like a good slut, Y/n."

 I accepted Pope's cock back into my mouth, loving the heavy weight of it on my tongue whilst Rafe kept rammed into me from behind. I felt JJ cave a little over me to press kisses at my neck, causing me to shiver from the chain dangling from his neck.

 Rafe took the chain in his hand lightly and pulled JJ into a kiss over my head. Some how JJ managed to slam into me harder now, the wet sounds filling the house and making me blush. Their large cocks were hitting spaces that I didn't even realise existed and I whined around Pope's dick who laughed as he had the look of amusement across his face as if he weren't being sucked off. "Pretty little slut," Rafe growled and then his fingers drifted to my clit. "You wanna cum? Gotta make us cum first, bunny." 

JJ stopped being over you, proceeding to slam mercilessly inside of me. "Look at her tits bounce," Pope mentioned, "So fucking hot." "Mm," Rafe murmured, "I have a good view of them from back here. So nice and round." "Could use her all day," JJ agreed, "These pretty little lips are amazing." 

"Once we've came, you should try her back here, she so fucking thick and so good." Rafe said, and I whimpered at the degrading comments they were sharing, as if I weren't even here. "She's practically clenching around my cock with every thrust. Greedy little cock slut, in't right baby." He slapped your thigh. 

 "Hmm, maybe I should." Pope hummed and brushed some of your hair out of your face to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "Our greedy little cock slut, Y/n." I whimper as the three of them came in my used holes. I was woren out but some how still wanted and craved for more. "Oh, baby all I have to do is just slide in, fuck so wet and tight for us." Pope say as he slowly slides his dick into my used cunt with me now on all fours.

"Mmm s'big can't take more." I whine out. "Aww c'mon baby take Pope's dick like you took mine, and Rafe's." JJ says as he gently shoves his cock in your mouth. He hears my whimper. smiles and licks his lips. “Pretty, so fucking pretty."

“So good,” Pope groaned as he continue to move in and out of my still full cunt, rolling his hips against mines and working his cock in me. “Fuck yes,” I breathed, and Pope somehow gathered my wrists in one hand, pinning them behind my back. Pope's fingers with his other tightened on my hips, and I watched J's face, contorted in pleasure, mouth open as I sucked his dick like it was my last.

“You look so good making her come,” Rafe managed to murmured, “so fucking hot,” I started feeling that familiar tightness in my cunt as I clench around Popes's dick. “I’m not going to last,” Pope choked out, Wooyoung gripping your head and taking his dick out of your mouth only to thrust it back in faster while, Rafe spoke up. “Let me help,” he reached under me to rub firm and frantic circles against my clit, causing me too arch suddenly in response, with my body trembling.

Pope clung to you, biting out a curse as he started to come, the combination of his frantic thrusts and Rafe's fingers pushing you over the edge again. With your wrists pinned and your hips held in place, I struggled against the three of them as they held me down to ride out my orgasm. Only for JJ to come all over your tits. "Are you okay baby?" I nod my head "Yes I feel fine, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." As soon as my feet touch the ground I fall but I catch myself on the bed. I look at the three of them "your a fucking incubus or something, I can't even walk" Pope chuckles "I'll carry you." 

They all made their way into the bathroom to help me get cleaned up and taking care of my needs before theirs. "I... I really had fun boys. Thanks." I relax in the bath more, "You did wonderful lil lady, plus you're our girl we gotta make sure you're taken care of." JJ says causing Pope and Rafe to nod I'm agreement.

From that point on the 4 of us we inseparable and the whole island knew it too. No matter where I went one or all of the boys were with me when JB, Sahara or Kie couldn't be.

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Mmm... Ahh. Greetings to you Tumblr, I suppose I shall introduce myself, it is rude not to after all. My name is Chocolette M. Shake, but you may just call me Chocolette. I'm pleased to meet everybody here. My Toon Handler is Cream (@winniemobile/@winnccc). I suppose that it is all, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.

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Hello there, I'm Winnie!! I'm more online on @winniemobile, but I suppose @winnccc can do if I'm ever possibly going to be more active on my PC account again. I have multiple Rotomblr/Pokémon IRL roleplay blogs, my most notable being @pokeconspiracy. I run Chocolette, and when she talks on here, her tags in the posts will be #chocolettecommentary, and when I do talk ooc here for any reason, it will be under #winniewords.

Hi it's me Grey, I'm the one running Gabby. She is an oc dear to my heart she is literally my daughter to pls be nice to me haha. Of course you can find me on @dysfunctionallygrey posting about random stuff from lots of different fandoms. When my girl talks she will use #gabbyyappy but for when I talk it's just #notgreytalking.

Hi! hi im @de-nyx! or you could call me Kov if you'd like! I'm pretty sure you'd recognized me from my Phighting and Quartz especially if you've seen my most recent posts. Oh yeah and Windston's Oc creator (My sister but we'll call her JimPity) isn't comfortable with making a tumblr account so everything from her will span from me, such as her art and future Windston interactions. I also have a tag specifically curated for the both of them #StoneGemConversation (jimpity said it sounded like an ass ship name and i have to agree with her - and i know it sounds stupid but bear with me its 12:12 on a school night.. kinda) But, I also have tags separate from Quartz and Windston being: #QuartzChats and #Mumbleston respectively. and for ooc stuff its gunna be like uhh #HeyLookNyxTalks (PS. If you follow me due to you liking JimPity's drawings, I'm not here to supply! everything shared here made by her is really strictly kept private because you wont see me posting her art on my blog)

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Hiya im @justiceforbubbletea! My toon is Okinawa, or in other cases, Oki, a little bubble tea guy! Hes always busy with Sprout, Cosmo, and Tammy, but hes always ok to talk with others! Anywho, I use tags like #Okispeaking for IC speaking, and #MirYappingTime for ooc tags! Thanks for reading!

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