#hunter brat tame me challenge

[acatalystrising]

Okay, so there’s been SO MUCH lovely Boba content lately, and it has been giving me SO many thots! So many, in fact, I simply must share some of them here. And by some, I mean specifically dom, brat tamer!Boba thots. So you’ve been warned. Hehe.

@daimyosprincess @thirsty-boba-fett-posts and @marierg - ALL of you are responsible (in all the best ways I love you guys bunchesss) so feel free to jump in here if you wish hehe, as well as anyone else who is interested!

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI.

• I just KNOW Daimyo Boba could handle a brat. Yes, he’s a bit older (like that’s really going to stop him) and more scarred. But, but…that man is not built like the broadside of a barn with a voice like liquid sin for no reason. Boba likes a good challenge, always has, and that definitely would still be the case for the bedroom.

• He would secretly love the fact that you feel safe enough with him to push your luck. He knows of his reputation - hell, he forged it that way on purpose. You are safe with him, and he with you, something that has been built over time. And because if this, you absolutely would test his patience and push every button you could to get a rise out of him. And oh boy, do you get a rise.

• Boba likes you feisty. He likes it when you fight back. Boba is equal parts gentle and rough - a duality that can swing either direction depending on the moment. But when he gets rough…you’d better expect there to be marks. Small bruises, hickeys, you name it. But only if you want. In this case, you do. You love carrying his marks, little reminders to you and everyone else that you are his alone.

• And you better bet that Boba knows how to tame a brat. You think you’ve got the upper hand? Wrong. The man was a bounty hunter for years. There is no way you get in and out of that profession without a few kinks. (Or a lot.) Binders? Pressure points? Restraint? Bingo. But his greatest weapon in this sort of situation is something you initially underestimated and are now dearly paying for…his voice.

• Boba is a KING at dirty talk. The man loves making you squirm, and he knows you have a thing for his voice (how could you not?) and shamelessly uses that to his full advantage.

• So how could this all play out? I’m glad you asked. Here’s a little snippet below, feel free to add your thots!

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“Think you’re so clever now, princess?”

A sharp whine bubbled from your lips even as you struggled underneath him, panting breaths fogging his visor. His grip on your arms tightened as he pulled them further over your head, big hands not giving you an ounce of wiggle room to escape.

“Oh, come on, I was just teasing.” You swallowed, but it felt like your heart was working it’s way up your throat. “You don’t seriously think I’m just going to give up without a-”

Boba shifted both of your wrists to one hand, the other removing his helmet with a hiss, then slipping around your throat. You were caged beneath him, underwear already soaked, his weight pressing you into the bed. And his hand at your throat? You could barely string a sentence together.

“Keep talking and your punishment will only be worse.” His breath was hot on your ear, lips mere centimeters from your skin. He caressed your throat with a lone finger, and you shivered. “You want kisses? Want me to fuck you senseless?”

You nodded, sweat beading on your forehead, a moan ripping from your throat when he licked your ear, nibbling on it with a growl.

“Mesh’la,” his eyes found yours - they were sinfully dark, commanding. A cunning smirk curved on his lips like a knife. “Use your words.”

“Oh gods, just fuck me,” you wriggled beneath him, purposefully shifting so your thighs rubbed against his swelling erection. Two could play this game, after all. “You win. Fuck me.”

But Boba Fett, damn him, only shook his head with a cluck of his tongue, lowering his face to the crook of your neck. He pinned you with ease, stopping even the slightest of squirms, yet again reminding you exactly how kriffing strong he was, and who you were dealing with.

As if you could ever forget.

“Use your manners. Only good girls get what they want,” his tone was teasing, dripping with mirth, victory, and something altogether deadly. He pressed a kiss to your pulse point. “What’ll it be? Can my little brat say please?”

You whined - maker, kriffing, whined. A war waged in your flustered brain between the urge to push back and the desire for him to fill you. Boba chuckled, licking a stripe up your neck.

“Aww, can’t use your words, hmm?” He shifted to pull away with an indifferent shrug. “Well that’s too bad.”

Oh maker no. He wouldn’t.

He would.

“No, wait!” You leaned forward, cheek pressing against his chest armor with a whimper. “Please, I…I’ll be good. I won’t cause any more trouble. Just…fuck me. Please please fuck me. I can’t, can’t…”

Boba smirked down at you, absolutely relishing his effect on you, and moved his hand at your throat to your cheek.

“Oh, poor thing,” his tone was absolutely dripping with pseudo mockery as he gave your cheek a pinch. “So flustered you can’t think? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Boba, please…” you squeezed your eyes shut, breaths nearly a sob. “Please, please, I need you. Need you so bad.”

“Hmm, well,” Boba’s eyes flashed predatory in the dark, lips curving in a victorious grin. “If you insist.”

His hand on your cheek slid down your body and between your legs, and he chuckled when he felt the evidence of your arousal at his fingertips.

“Poor little princess,” he kissed you, keeping you pinned down, fingers circling your clit. “So needy. So desperate. All for me.”

“Y-yes, all for you,” you tried to nod, words choking to moans when he slipped one of his thick digits inside you. “Only you.”

You were so wet you could hear the slick of his fingers against your flesh, Boba’s heartbeat thundering in your ears, his breaths ragged - hot and needy and desperate. You once again found yourself marveling at his restraint. How he could hold himself back at all was a…

He slipped a second finger inside you, curling them to your stomach, striking that devastating spot inside you with such accuracy it had you wriggling beneath him with a loud cry. Pleasure grew like a furnace, steadily growing hotter and hotter, until it overflowed in a spray of fiery sparks and phthalo phosphorescence - all captured in your guttural cry as you careened over the edge.

When you finally came back to your senses, Boba was holding you close to his chest, his beskar blissfully cool against your burning skin. He ran a gentle hand through your hair, chuckling when you leaned into his touch.

“Ahh,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, tone low, teasing. “So she can be a good girl after all.”

You halfheartedly grumbled, cheeks heating in a wild blush, and curled against him with a sigh. A rumbling chuckle reverberated through his chest as he cupped your chin, directing your gaze at his.

“Catch a breath, little one,” he kissed you once, then twice, then again, mouth searingly hot like a branding iron. “Because I’m not through with you, yet.”

[rekas-writes]

Kinktober's Smutty Mini Treats 2022

(I will be making up for the days I missed! So I'm adding 5 more days onto both October events :D)

I thought I'd try out the most popular writing challenge I see floating around so here we go! I will be making a SFW event too! I've decided to try and write a small drabble or so everyday to try and get back into the swing of things, but not overwhelm myself with finishing a bunch of larger projects at the same time.

I will still be doing normal reqs! But I'll also be posting some daily drabbles alongside them to give this blog a semblance of a schedule, and because it motivates me by seeing something complete, even if it's small.

Feel free to also give me your interpretation of the prompt and how you'd like the fic to go based on the prompt! ^^

Please be sure to keep my smut rules/guidelines in mind while requesting one of these prompts!

Claiming

Semi-Public

Dry Humping/Clothes On

Chasing/ Hunter-Prey Dynamic

Brat Taming

Stockings

Bondage

Omegaverse - A/B/O

Praise Kink

Voice Kink

Cockwarming

Short shorts/Tight Shorts/Revealing Clothing

Hidden Toy

Bath/Shower Sex

Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen

Breath Play/Choking

Aftercare

Orgasm Denial/Edging

Slow and Tender Sex

Authority Kink

Breeding Kink

Caught

Safe Word

First Time

Morning Sex/Sleepy Sex

Stuck in the Wall

Solo/Masturbation (+ maybe voyeurism)

Humiliation/Degrading Kink

Hate Sex

Corruption Kink

Overstimulation

"Would you believe me if I told you that chocolate and pomegranates were seen as aphrodisiacs? The more you know! Oh, would you like me to wrap up some from the counter to take home? Ah, don't give me that look, dear customer, I'm only teasing~"

[lesbobiwan]

8 with Hunter 🥺 Please and thank you 😇

#8: "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." + Hunter

warnings: spanking as punishment, cunnilingus, the joys of trying to have a sex life while being a parent to a nosy child

(lets pretend that the galaxy is nice and the bad batch has both omega and crosshair on board. because im the writer and say fuck u cowboy hat man. also u guys r here for porn. not plot)

It wasn't like you were being serious. You only wanted to have a little fun.

Crosshair was just... conveniently there.

"You must have very steady hands," you remark, holding up Crosshair's hand to inspect them.

He smirks from around his toothpick, totally aware of what little game you're playing but always ready to fuck with his brother.

His fingers are more slender than Hunter's, nimble in a way that's beneficial for a man who lives his life on the trigger of a gun.

You've always valued thickness over length.

You continue to inspect Crosshair's fingers regardless.

He lets you ooh and ahh at his fingers and in turn gets a nice confidence boost while fucking with Hunter. A beneficial relationship.

The vein on Hunter's is getting exponentially larger with every second you spend touching Crosshair, but it isn't until Crosshair offers to give you a personal demonstration of how useful his fingers can be that Hunter stands up.

"Alright," Hunter's voice is short and clipped and sure to cause the best kind of pain for your backside. "Everybody out." He stands up from his bunk, drawing the attention of Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Omega.

"What?" Echo's voice is incredulous as he looks up from whatever he was tinkering with.

"Where are we going?" Omega asks, bouncing up to her feet.

You would smile at her overabundant enthusiasm if it weren't for the fact that you wanted to be fucked. Now.

Being a new parent really puts a damper on your sex life, which was already had to be a little sneaky to begin with when you shared a ship with four other people.

Hunter falters, mouth falling open but staying silent.

"Um, Hunter and I just need to talk about something real quick, sweetheart," you cover, excitement starting to build in your gut.

Tech scoffs and mumbles something under his breath.

Wrecker elbows him hard enough to shove Tech into the side of the bunk.

"Oh," Omega rolls onto the backs of her heels, "what about?"

Yup, you're tapped out for trying to come up with excuses to get a child out of the house so you can have sex.

You look at Hunter and gesture out towards Omega. Your turn.

"Uhm... adult stuff," Hunter stammers smartly.

"C'mon, kid," Wrecker plucks Omega up around the waist and hauls her under his arm like a ball, easily leading her out of the ship.

Tech and Echo are the next to rise, both of them hauling little scraps of machinery.

"You do know we're in the middle of nowhere," Tech reminds the two of you on your way out.

"Out, Tech."

Crosshair is the last to get up, groaning with the obvious tremendous effort it takes to stand up. "You owe me," he informs you, pointing one of his long fingers at you.

"Bye, Crosshair," you sing, reaching out to graze a finger along his wrist as he steps past you.

The tension in the ship is palpable.

"I can't help but feel like you're mad at me," you point out, eyes trailing over the way that Hunter's broad chest rises and falls with each of his deep inhales.

You see Hunter's nostrils flair — most likely breathing in your arousal. No sooner than the thought enters your mind, Hunter's eyes dilate. Definitely breathing in your arousal.

Still, he doesn't say anything.

"Me and Cross were just having some fun," you defend, cheeks growing red.

Suddenly, your grand idea doesn't seem that grand anymore.

"Do you want to do this here? Or in the bedroom?" Hunter steps closer into your personal space, so close you can smell the GAR issued soap on him mixed with something distinctly Hunter.

He's offering you a small bit of mercy, a small portion of control in your punishment.

Then you have to open your big mouth.

"We could always use Crosshair's bun — hey!"

Hunter's hand closes around your hair within one breath and the next.

"Hunter!" you cry out, hands scrambling at his wrist, "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"

He sits on a bunk and — oh, fuck it's actually Crosshair's bunk, Hunter's actually doing this — sprawls you across his lap, one heavy hand on the back of your neck.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your cunt. "Okay, this isn't funny," you say, while internally you beg for him to keep going, "let me up."

You don't try as hard as you should to get out of his grasp. You think Hunter knows.

"No." Hunter's grip on your neck tightens while his other hand drags both your pants and panties over your ass until they get stuck around your knees. "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."

Shit. You rub your thighs together over his lap, one of your hands clasping around his ankle.

"How many do you think you deserve after that little stunt?" Hunter asks, though you know it's purely rhetorical. "Ten? Fifteen?" His hand swipes across the meat of your asscheeks, warming up the skin before he strikes it — another small mercy.

You hold your breath. You're sure any number you give will only be doubled.

Hunter huffs. "Smart girl," he comments at your silence. "Count."

That's all the warning you get before —

Smack!

You yelp at the first sting across your skin. The sound registers first before the pain. You jerk across his lap, kicking your legs out as you squeal.

The hand on the back of your neck tightens imperceptibly. "Forgetting something?"

"One!" you cry out, voice thick.

He offers you no praise. Not yet, at least. He knows this is light work for you. It's towards the end of your punishment that he'll have to start talking you through it.

Smack!

Hunter's palm lands on your opposite cheek, harder this time.

"Two!" you yelp, hands clenching around Hunter's ankle.

True to form, it takes more than a few spanks in order for you to begin to reach your limit. Your eyes get teary and you do your best to dig your face into the pristine sheets of Crosshair's bunk.

Still, despite your pain, you feel your inner thighs get slick with your arousal.

"That's my girl," Hunter coos, fingers turning almost gentle as he scratches at the nape of your neck. "Just a couple more, can you do that for me?"

His hand soothes the skin of your burning ass, but you jerk against him in sensitivity.

It's too much. Too much, you just want to be good for him now.

"Color?" Hunter prods, pulling his hand away from your stinging cheeks.

"Green!" you sob into the sheets.

Good girls take their punishment.

Hunter gives you one appraising squeeze to the back of your neck, distinctly different from how he grabbed it to get you under control, and wastes no time in delivering two succinct and brutal spanks — one to each cheek.

You wail out each corresponding number and allow yourself to devolve into tears against the sheets.

Hunter smoothes contact-warm palms over your ass cheeks, soothing the ache as best he can without getting up to grab some bacta. "Good girl," he praises, "such a good girl for me," his hand around the back of your neck slides up and begins scratching at your scalp just the way you like.

You feel your heart rate slowing down, and no doubt Hunter can too, under his careful ministrations. The ache in your ass is no less prevalent, but you can bare it.

Besides, you think as you begin to roll your hips against his thighs, there's another feeling you can focus on, instead.

Hunter chuckles, sliding the hand on your ass to dip between your thighs and ghost a finger along your folds, "Well, I suppose you do deserve a reward, don't you?"

You turn to look at him over your shoulder with teary eyes. "Please?"

Hunter flicks his thumb across your clit, and you jolt across his lap for a different reason this time. "Hands and knees, baby," he murmurs, patting your hip once to signal for you to move.

Your limbs feel sluggish as you pull yourself off his lap. "On the floor?" you ask as you start to lower yourself onto the cold ground.

A hand around your wrist stops you. "No. Right here."

Your eyes flew open. On Crosshair's bunk? Spanking you in one thing, but fucking you?

Your cunt burns in excitement. Crosshair will never forgive you and you'll never forget this.

You settle yourself onto your hands and knees on the worn-in mattress, and you don't have to wait long at all before broad, thick fingers are spreading your thighs open and a wicked tongue is pressing against your cunt.

"Fuck!" you cry out, back bowing as Hunter dives in.

His tongue is downright sloppy as he does his best to bury his face in your dripping folds. The sounds he's making against you are obscene and make your facial cheeks go almost as red as your ass cheeks.

Hunter groans against your cunt like it's the best thing he's eaten, and you tremble with the vibrations.

Fuck, you're so close already, it's not even fair.

His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks.

"Hunter!" you sob, falling face first into the mattress. Your thighs tremble beneath his hands.

After being spanked within an inch of your life, your orgasm is tittering along a cliff's edge, ready to be knocked over by the barest gust of wind that comes along in the form of Hunter sliding two thick fingers into your cunt and curling.

You fall apart around him, lips falling open in a wordless scream as your walls clench around his fingers. His relentless lips that sucked at your clit switch to slow licks as you ride out your orgasm.

Hunter pulls his fingers from your sopping pussy with a wet squelch. Immediately, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

You watch behind heavy eyelids as Hunter licks up every last drop of your release — you also notice the large wet spot in the front of Hunter's pants.

The knowledge that he came in his pants like some fresh-faced cadet is almost enough to have you wanting a second round.

"C'mon, baby," Hunter rasps, "Let's get you cleaned up."

~

When the rest of the crew comes back, Crosshair takes one look his bunk, with a wet spot from your tears and the crumpled up sheets and immediately groans.

"You're both disgusting. You're washing my sheets," he complains, pulling them off his bed as best he can without touching too much of them.

"Why?" Omega asks, popping her head in out of nowhere. "What'd they do?"

Yeah, Hunter can deal with that one too, you think as you burrow your face deeper into his chest and close your eyes.

[elixkatsu]

CAUGHT YOU - kurapika (edited)

not nsfw but it does hint at things. warning!

the glowing sun’s orange hue drowned your shared bedroom. seeping in through the sheer white curtains that danced with the sudden gusts of wind that drifted past it.

you attempted to sit up, wanting to take in the beautiful sight before you as it wasn’t going to last very long.

however you were stopped by something.

pain.

you rolled your eyes at the realisation, looking over to the sleeping figure beside you as you huffed.

that damn kurapika.

you both had quite an interesting situationship going on, very much a give and take sort of thing.

you were spider, who gave him vague inside information that would help him accomplish his goals and he let you use his hunter license’s benefits in return .

for example, the pro hunter website which let you have an infinite amount of access to places you’d be stealing from or people you’d be assassinating for a smoother mission.

you’d then report this information back to the troupe.

you didn’t feel obligated to at all, by any means and the fun you had at the troupe was just a pass time.

you did have fun with kurapika, his calm demeanour made things for fun for you.

‘difficult to handle’ was what kurapika reffered to you as.

you knew kurapika loved brat taming, but the underlying fact that you were part of the troupe made it more enjoyable for the sadist.

kurapika had tried to kill you after he found out you were a spider, to avenge his clan. however, after he found out you joined a few years after the incident, he decided to devise a plan.

that’s how this situation ship came to be, however it became a little more intimate. no strings attached obviously. or chains.

you headed for the shower, mind running at a million miles a minute as you brain stormed. it was like a light bulb had lit up in your head by the look on your face.

revenge was all that was on your mind as you hurriedly got ready for the day, trying to finish before kurapika woke up.

handcuffs. secured.

you gently grabbed hold of his limp wrist, locking it in place, attaching the remaining empty loop to the bed frame.

you used the same ones from last night as they were just carelessly tossed onto the floor as well as both yours and kurapika’s clothes.

smiling at your accomplishment, you backed away at the sight of kurapika’s form stirring awake.

he gently opened his eyes, his messy hair covering his eyes.

he smiled at the sight, attempting to get up to approach you but was suprised to be jolted back harshly.

his smile turned into an amused smirk at the sight.

“what’s this ?” he asked, voice still groggy.

“.....chain jail.” you replied sarcastically from the doorway.

“very funny. is this some sort of protest ?”

“you could say that.”

“what’s the reason ?”

“i received a harsh punishment last night, i believe i didn’t deserve it.”

“oh really ? and you want to punish me in return ? is that it ?” he laughed at the thought.

walking over to his frame, you took his chin between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his eyes to yours.

“is there a problem with that ?” you challenged.

“you wouldn’t be able to handle it, baby, let’s face it.” he remarked confidently. “now i suggest you uncuff me before i do it myself.”

“do it yourself ?” your question was answersed in an instant as kurapika yanked his wrist downwards, snapping it in half. instantly pulling off the remaking loop around his wrist.

“pick two numbers between one and ten.”

staring back in confusion, you asked “why ?”

“just do it.”

you stood there ..... quietly. your eyes never leaving his as tried to read his expression.

“5 and 7” you muttered out, a hint of confusion still laced in your voice.

what are the numbers even for ?

“let’s play hide and seek, alright ? you hide. i count”

your confusion only grew as kurapika started counting slowly.

“5....”

was he serious ? hide and seek ? how old is he ? what ?

“4....”

yes. yes, he is very serious right now.

you thought to yourself before running down the hall of the air bnb he was renting out. heading straight into the kitchen.

“3...”

slowly opening the pantry door, you closed it shut behind you and locked it trying to stay as quiet as possible.

“2....”

your breathing shallowed as zetsu took over, concealing your presence.

“1...”

you heard his padded footsteps coming down the hall before he opened the door to the hallway closet door.

he was unfortunately downed by the indescribable emptiness he was met with.

the air bnh was pretty small, meaning it didn’t have that many hiding spaces. the best spaces being the bedroom closet, the hallway closet and .... the pantry.

his footsteps grew louder as he whistled a small tune with it.

“come out, come out wherever you are.” he sang brightly, clearly enjoying the situation.

“ah, come on, my love. i know you’re in there, come out. play with me. i promise i won’t bite ... too hard.” you could practically hear the smirk by his tone of voice as he knocked on the door softly.

the sound of the door lock being fiddled with rattled through the pantry as it soon opened.

kurapika turned on the light, smiling down at your form which sat on a few stacked up boxes.

“how did you...”

he lifted up his hand to reveal a bobby pin between his fingers.

“these things don’t only work in the movies, apparently.” he shrugged.

“how did you even know i was in here, i used zetsu.” you protested, clearly annoyed that you were found.

“using zetsu in a place where there is only one other person, who happens to be very aware of your presence isn’t so smart. i couldn’t sense your presence, i did, however, realise the lack of your presence. it’s kind of like a back handed ability, zetsu.” he answered nonchalantly.

you grumbled, standing up, ready to storm out of the confided area before feeling a building pressure around your form.

“kurapika, what’s this ?” you huffed in frustration, knowing exactly what it was.

“chain jail.” he laughed.

you looked up at him in irritation, his calm and sarcastic demeanour getting to you.

he knew exactly what he was doing.

you were only met with a warm smile as he made his chains visible.

“caught you.”

[zerot0all]

Gold Throne | M

Stray Kids- Mafia!Bang Chan

M- vulgarity, violence & smut

word count- 3.4K

.CHAPTER FIVE.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to understand the idea of his father's henchmen finding him but also, finding you with physical marks etched on your skin hurt him even more. His blood was boiling , his skin itching with pure raw hatred towards whoever dared touch you. His hands clenched into tight fists, taking deep breaths , in hopes to calm down before he walked into your place. Chris wasn’t sure how to handle his emotions, his past was a clear example of that but now, living his new life- he wanted to be different.

And wanting to kill someone wasn’t on his agenda.

“Oh, it’s you.” You quietly stated. Opening the door to a very tall, broad and pissed off Chris. Cocking his brow, he wasn’t too amused in your words, he felt like a bother. Like as if you knew he was about to annoy the living hell out of you because he wasn’t sure what he was feeling. Chris was a mess. His mind went one way, while his heart played around with his emotions. It was confusing to say the least but he wanted to make some things clear to you.

“Yeah it’s me. I told you I was coming over , we need to talk.” His tone was low and deep, sensing the impending argument , you rolled your eyes.

“About what? I told you , I’m fine.” You replied in a snarky tone, knowing full well of your attitude and the reason behind it. You didn’t want to talk about it , because talking about it would bring upon questions ... questions you weren’t ready to answer just yet.

Chris stood back, eyes furrowed as his nose flared.

“You’re fine? Y/n, you have bruises and a busted lip! What the fuck do you mean, you’re fine?”

His voice was a little louder but the intensity behind it was clear, he was not happy. Not one bit.

You stood in your kitchen, a few feet away from Chris , who was still by the front door. Your place was small, but the more the atmosphere thickened with anger , the less room you had to think.

“Yes, I’m fine. It was a work related accident , nothing more.” You huffed, once again , rolling your eyes trying your best not to get worked up. But you heard him. He took a deep breath, you could hear him crack a few knuckles as he stepped forward- he was frustrated but you weren’t sure why.

Why does it bother him so much?

“Work related? Angel, where the fuck do you work , you do understand that all these secrets are going to bite you in the ass one day. You need to talk to me , tell me-”

“I don’t have to tell you shit.” You hissed back. Your voice grew louder the closer he became. But this was new. Chris overstepping his boundaries, asking you questions that he should never ask.

“You’ve mentioned it before , we’re friends right? You’re not my man, and you sure as hell are not my daddy to be demanding anything from me. I do whatever the hell I want to do. No one , and I mean , no one deserves any explanation from me. I don’t owe anyone anything, not when I was little , not as I was growing up and most definitely not now.”

At this point, your finger was pointing directly at him. Eyeing him with the deadliest of glares your could ever do. Your chest rose with deep breaths, meaning to take a calming step back but you couldn’t. You were too wound up, too proud to back down now. And even as you watched him menacingly, Chris had no signs of backing down.

“I don’t need your pity , I don’t need your sympathy. Thank you very much , but I’m fine.” You finished, finally lowering your finger. Your body buzzed with anger, over having someone question you about certain aspects of your private life , it was unacceptable.

“But you can pick up anyone from the streets and help them?” He spat back. Narrowing his eyes at you with full intent to throw your very own argument back at you.

“I just want to help.” Chris said through gritted teeth, taking deep breaths, he seemed like he was trying his best to calm down.

“Why? Because I helped you-”

“No, because that’s what friends do. It’s normal, we help each other out. I obviously couldn’t do shit before , but you helped me. I hated it because I’m not used to getting handouts but you made it okay. And now, seeing you like this ... all I want to do is hurt someone.”

He said slowly, his eyes finding an empty space in the air to completely lose himself in. You could see the wheels in his head spinning with images and ideas, you could tell it was torture for him to see you in such state. But even knowing where the conversation was going , you needed to direct it another way. If possible. Getting too deep with Chris wasn’t in your plans , but watching him turn into such a protective man in your life ... it was hard to ignore your growing feelings for him.

“Okay. Okay. I get it. You don’t have to lecture me , I’m not a little girl.” You spat back, a side grin coming to life on your face. The sudden twinkle in his eyes made you realize that there was such a thing as trust between the two of you. Not sure for how long or when it even started but as your eyes connected with his, it was too obvious.

You liked this man way more than you could ever explain. It was foolish. Down right pathetic but yet, here you were. Only seconds away of confessing everything he doesn’t know about you. The late nights when he texts you for a midnight run to Taco Bell but you ignore it because you’re ‘busy working’. Or the sudden invites to the shop when he’s not cluttered with cars to fix, but you’re out ... ‘working’. It was a tough job and for years , it’s always been you. You had no one around that cared enough to stay or even ask how your day was going. So , what were you to do now?

“You sure do act like a little brat though.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes knowing the conversation was now another. The tone in his voice gave it away, he was teasing you now. Chris ... a tease? This was new.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you.” You shot back, in a taunting manner , hoping such teasing would flow easily. Sending him a wink, you then turned to get the wine bottle when you heard him say something under his breath. At first , it just sounded like mumbling but after a few seconds it hit you. Grabbing two glasses, you look towards him. He was back in your living room, looking around awkwardly.

“What did you just say?” You ask as you begin to pour wine into your glass then his. Chris smirked, his eyes watching you slowly from head to toe. Something had come over him. Something different and you were most definitely working off of his vibe.

“I said, Yes, I actually do love when you’re a brat.” He replied. Chris stood up straight , chest broad and shoulders back as if he was challenging you. His eyes not once wavering but the tiny glimpse of a good time rang like fire alarms in your head. No, you shouldn’t continue this. It’s too much. What if he’s not about it. What if he’s just playing around ?

What if he’s not?

“Chris, don’t tell me ... are you a brat tamer?” Your voice was low, sensual and seductive. Making your way over to him, you could see him contemplating his next words. His eyes shook back and forth, from the glasses in your hand, back to your eyes. It may seem, you were the hunter and he was being hunted. Even after slightly snickering , something in his gaze turned primal.

“I have a history in that .. so yeah, you could say I’m somewhat of a brat tamer. Why? Do you want to be tamed?”

Shots fired. That’s what he did. He hit the nail on the head and you couldn’t help but freeze with his bluntness. Your eyes grew wide as he stepped forward, only a few inches away from your shocked frame , as he grabbed his glass. Quickly drinking it all in one gulp. You were speechless.

“Why so quiet angel, you asked and I answered. Now, it’s your turn to answer my question.” His voice grew thicker , dropping a few octaves to make it seem throaty and all you could do was swallow the lump that was caught in your throat. Sudden hot flashes passed through your whole body making you shudder with a silent craving. Something in the way he was now looking at you made your stomach cramp up, what the hell was this feeling ? You couldn’t function and even as he got closer, it didn’t click. Chris knew what he did and he was going to try his best to make something out of this.. whatever it was.

Now, chest to chest, Chris leaned down. Bringing his mouth to your ear, you could hear him breath ever so softly before he spoke.

“Do you want to be tamed, angel?”

The raw feeling growing all over your body was boldly becoming more and more evident. You wanted this man more than ever. Fighting it wouldn’t be right but even as he stood so close, you weren’t ready to fight him off anyways. You wanted it ... so bad.

Maybe it was the adrenaline of the nonexistent argument that still swam through his veins or maybe , it was the endearing mannerisms that he had towards you - whatever the final verdict may be, you made the move. You wanted to.

“Yes,” you breathed , gradually turning to meet his lips on a slow heated kiss.

Time had stopped. Suddenly.

The moment washed over your body as you carefully placed your glass down on the nearby table. Wanting and hoping the moment lasted forever. But as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss it made time speed up and sluggishly turn dark. Your eyes closed letting his taste and scent consume your every aspect of life. Every detail about yourself was now blurring and lazily turning into his wants and needs. From fighting lips and tongues, went to Chris lightly dropping small pecks on your cheeks , kissing your bruises which have healed slowly after the week ‘accident’. He cupped your face, coming to a pause as you let your eyes open steadily. He watched, examining the pain painted on your skin. Your busted lip was a severe scar now, but a week ago it was a bloody mess. And your bruised eye, was now an unpleasant color of deep green with dark purple.

You were still healing but even as he looked at you and your flaws, he was gentle. You didn’t want this to stop. You wanted more.

“Am I hideous to look at?” The question slipped out , you blamed your self esteem and wanting to be appreciated even with a bruised conscience. But sometimes it’s hard too. Especially in this world. Chris furrowed his brows, his eyes taking in your sad features as he leaned back to your lips. Gently placing another kiss, carefully moving up to your nose.

Placing another kiss.

Then making his way to both your eyes, he tried his best to be gentle, like a feather , and placed another kiss.

“Never have I seen such beauty.” He whispered , you weren’t aware of the way it made you feel. What did you expect ? It was kind and sweet the way he treated you , and once again, all of this was new to you. Everything having to do with him was suddenly a new chapter that you wished had no end. And just as the seconds went by, burning a hole into your existence, you wanted him even more.

So on your tiptoes, you went back to his mouth. Taking his thick bottom lip , sucking on it slowly. You could still taste the wine on him, it was intoxicating how much more addictive an action could be. But hearing him groan at your move, set your body ablaze. Going to wrap your arms around him again, you let him casually push you up against the nearest wall, letting his hands roam your body.

Through humming and gasping for air, the tension kept growing. Chris was a mess, between wanting to be gentle with you and wanting to completely wreck you. His hands would stay on your face, his mouth not once leaving yours , needing to taste you. Breath you in. It was as if Chris wanted to give you air and at the same time take it all. But every other moment, his hands would drop down to your throat, then your breast. Softly kneading them , making you squirm and moan. With every whine that escaped your lips, a smile appeared on his mouth.

“I’m scared to hurt you,” Chris said mid kiss, coming again to a halt. It was hurting him to hold back, you could already feel his bulge growing inside his jeans , wanting to be released but he contained himself. He took deep breaths, needing to find the strength to take it easy on you but you didn’t want that.

“You won’t, trust me.” You replied simply. Giving Chris the green light to grip your thighs and haul you up. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his torso. Going back to kiss him was a heated mess. A mixture of saliva with your sudden soft sighs , seemed to make him harder than ever. Pulling your tank top off was your work, but Chris letting his hand slyly enter your shorts to find you wet, was his work. He hummed into your mouth, letting his thumb rub against your clit. A desperate notion fell upon you, silently begging him for more, as your hands began to pull on his buttoned shirt. He knew you wanted more. So he delivered. Carefully letting you get rid of his shirt , along the way your clothes ended on the ground too. Leaving you bare for him. The wall seemed almost enough to cool your argent body the longer this went on.

“I have to be inside you. Please. Please let me fuck you, angel.”

It sounded more like Chris was now begging for your permission, another thing you were not used to. Something about this made you feel powerful. Like you were on top of the world and no one could bring you down. His groans of desperation kept growing the longer you kept him away from what he desired. It was a game , really. A silly erotic game. That for some odd reason was twisted enough to make you crave him more. The passion between the two of you was real and even though your domineering character came to life, you also wanted to please him in every way.

Giving him a quick and airy ‘yes’, Chris went to work. Skillfully he managed to still hold you up as he sent a hand down to his jeans. Unbuckling and dropping them quickly. You could smell his scent. The musky manly aroma that made you groan into his neck. It didn’t take long for his length to skim your mound, Chris teased you for a bit, needing your essence to coat the tip right before he aligned it with your soaking core. But before Chris made a move to push into you, he froze. Taking a deep breath, he held you closer; tighter. Sensing his tense actions, you worried.

“Hold on.” He finally breathed, maneuvering you off the wall and over to the couch. He laid down, letting you sit pretty on top of him as he watched you proudly.

“I want you to ride me, angel.” He said casually, his large hands gripping your hips, setting you up for the ride of your life. So you sat up higher on your knees, he aligned his cock once again, then he removed his hands off and away from you. Smoothly, he brought his hands up and above his head, holding on to the arm cushion of the couch. He was giving you all the power and you took it.

Lazily sinking down, letting his manhood open you up so deliciously. Every sigh that escaped your mouth was complimented by a deep hum from Chris. His eyes attached to the sight before him. He watched as your pussy took his length whole, suddenly disappearing as it bottomed out. His eyes scrunched closed, brows furrowed while his chest and abdomen constricted with each heavy breath he took. Letting the moment swim by as you got used to his size, he was most definitely bigger and thicker than you’ve ever had and at first , it was hard not to scream. But you toughed it out. Raising your hips a tiny bit, and slowly grinding down. You needed the sting and pain to finally mix with the pleasure, so you went on.

Starting off slow and steady, letting the moment heat up. His chest rose , while your lips trembled. After a few back and forth , you got used to it , finally finding a rhythm that worked perfectly fine for you.

“Damn,” Chris would cuss under his breath, his eyes were mesmerized with the way you rode him and the way you bit on your bottom lip. You would praise him in faint whispers, in hopes that he wouldn’t hear you. It was bizarre honestly, you were on a high the faster your tempo sped up. You began to bounce on his dick, your hands on his chest trying to hold on as you inadvertently praised him some more. And even though you thought that was all in your head, he heard you. Heard you loud and clear. He felt daring now, sending his hands back to your hips to keep you in place so he can thrust up into you.

“C-Chris,” you choked out, surprised by the sudden shift but the biggest change was when he hugged you tightly, and flipped each other. You landed on your back smoothly, legs wide open as he held onto your knees for support. He took one last look at your fucked out frame and went back to pumping into you. His stroke game was strong, deep long strokes were his favorite, making your eyes roll and your toes curl the deeper he went. At one point, you had to hold on to your breast with the impact he made fucking you into the couch. You could see, the veins on his arms, neck and right down to the V.. reaching out, you caressed everything you could touch. Meanwhile, still a whimpering mess as your moans begin to turn into screams of pleasure the closer you both get to the end. His rhythm became out of control, without a warning, he leaned down to find your lips as your legs went over his shoulders- opening you up some more to his pounding.

But every noise you made was quickly swallowed by his kiss. Taking your screams, shouts of profanity as you came undone beneath him. Your legs shook, buckling harshly around his neck as he went on to find his climax.

Immediately, he stood up, pulled out and came all over your stomach unannounced. Panting loudly as he milked his cock thoroughly, letting every drop of his seed coat your skin. It was a mess but you still giggled. Glancing up to look at him, naked and in all his glory.

The sudden question came to mind: what does this mean to the friendship? The business plan? What about the secrets?

You pondered said things for a while just as Chris carried you into bed, making himself comfortable behind you. He cuddled nicely, it felt good as a warm feeling soon took over your soul. This was a new step in whatever friendship you both had, but maybe this was a good thing.

“I haven’t been with someone in so long , I forgot how amazing it felt.”

He murmured into your hair, you could sense his drowsiness taking over as his breathing calms. His arms brought you in a little tighter as the seconds ticked by, making you feel all giddy. It’s been so long that you too haven’t felt like this , the moment itself was perfect.

Maybe ... a little too perfect.

But like always, before your final thought of drifting off to sleep , a bad feeling seemed to vibrate in your chest.

The night was dark... darker than ever. The wind is loud, a chatter within leaves as sudden whispers catch your attention.

By your window.

You hear them.

Goodnight...

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Chapter Six IS OUT NOW...

[crashdevlin]

To Hell and Back- 5: Highway to Hell

To Hell and Back Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version). This is an AU of my story ‘Marion’ and is just as epic as that series. 

Summary: Marion’s relentless nature gets her in serious trouble.

Pairing(s): Crowley x Marion

Word Count: 3273

Chapter Warnings: descriptions of child abuse, Hell, torture

Marion was seven hours into her twenty hour drive when she got a call from Dean. "Hey. Haven't heard from you in weeks. Tryin' to pull a 'Dad' on me?"

"No. I'm trying to pull a 'Sam'. You know, I was told to stay away." She responded.

She could hear Dean sigh through the phone. "Look, I didn't mean-"

"You did, D., but it's fine, dude. I totally understand. You need to spend time with Sam. He's gone revenge horny and you have to be with him... without me. It's cool. It's been a long time since I've had some peace and quiet, so I'm cool with this. Just tell me that you guys are keeping safe."

"Of course, we are. So, what are you up to? Any interesting hunts on the horizon?"

"No. It's all quiet on this end." She said, soliciting a scoff from the demon in her passenger seat.

"Sammy and I have been pretty busy, actually. A wendigo a couple weeks ago, a kid haunting the families of the boys who killed him after that and we just got a call from Jerry Panowski. Remember him? The, uh, the pol-"

"Poltergeist, yeah. I remember him."

"Yeah, well, there was this plane crash. He says there's somethin' janky about it."

"Oh, a plane crash? Cool, so you're finally gonna try out those Homeland credentials?"

"Maybe." There was a moment before. "How'd you know?"

She rolled her eyes. The amount of attention she paid her brother was ridiculous when confronted with the amount of attention her twin didn't pay her. "Just a good guess, I guess."

"Hey. I, uh, it won't be long, Marion. He's still not sleeping, but I'll get him back on track and we'll be fine. All of us. We'll track down Dad and it'll be like old times."

"Gods, I hope not, Dean." She exclaimed. "If it's gonna be like it was five years ago, I'd be better off just staying gone."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She'd known he was going to be offended.

"Do you honestly not remember, D.? Ten years ago, Dad started ignoring me and got all paranoid about Sam. The shouting matches between them started and he beat Sam more with his words than he ever beat me with his fists. I was an outsider for years before that but once Dad started ignoring me and you went to defending Sam, I was fucking invisible. If you and Sam find Dad and it goes back to the way it was before, then I would be happier alone."

"Dad never hit you." Dean growled. "I wish you wouldn't say that. I didn't see it. Sam didn't see it. We lived in motel rooms, Marion. If Dad hit you, we would've seen."

"You were so far up that man's ass, you could see where his fists were! Fuck, you didn't want to see! And Sammy? Dad was good at keepin' shit from him. Sammy didn't even know where Dad went all the time 'til he was eight years old!" She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip. "Bobby knew. Bobby knew what Dad was doing. Why do you think he took me in, taught me how to defend myself? It wasn't so that I could hunt, that's for damn sure! Look, you believe whatever the fuck you want, D., but I will not be coming back to the same shit I dealt with for my whole life." She hung up and threw the phone into the backseat.

"Delusional, innit he?" Crowley asked, looking over at her.

Marion tried to fight the angry tears that were trying to pop up in her eyes. "They both had blinders on for that time of our lives, and they always have blinders on when it comes to each other. If nothing else, Crowley, this whole 'staying away from the family' thing is letting me get some shit off my chest that I never would've said in the past."

She wondered, sometimes, if it really was as bad as she remembered it to be. She often feared she might've given herself to Crowley for nothing.

Crowley seemed to sense where her mind had wandered. "I remember watching it happen, once. You were twelve, I believe. Mr. Singer was called on a hunt and sent you back to your father. Dean left to go chase a girl at the arcade down the street and Sam had fallen asleep in bed reading. John came back to the motel, drunk on somethin' cheap. You were watching Scooby Doo, he felt you should have been working on your knife skills. He grabbed your collar and shook you but his drunken fingers lost their grip and you went flying into the TV."

She nodded. "When he pulled me up off the ground, he pulled so hard that he dislocated my shoulder." She whispered.

"Your brothers didn't even ask why you were favoring yer arm or why you were having trouble hearing them with your right ear."

"They sure noticed the TV was busted, though." She chuckled. "You smoked into that biker at the next stop. I've never seen my Dad so bruised and bloody, not from any hunt he's ever been on."

Crowley gave a small smile. "They don't remember anything because they don't want to. But one day, they'll know John for who he really is."

She smiled, brightly, and reached over to pat Crowley's knee. "Thank you for putting an end to that."

"It wasn't me, Darling. That was... that was you. It was your deal."

"You gave me a pretty sweet deal compared to the idiots I mark."

"I'm glad you are finally starting to realize that."

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Crowley walked into his study while Marion got settled into the room he'd specifically chosen for her. He sighed as a demon wearing an old redneck appeared beside him. "You've got one of my Winchesters." The intruder said, eyes flashing yellow.

"No, I've got mine." Crowley responded. "Wanna read 'er contract?"

"I claimed the Winchester kids before those brats were even born. The only reason you have that contract is because you were able to convince Lilith that she could help you get your numbers up. If it were up to me, that one would be dead." Crowley sighed and made a show of pouring his scotch. He'd heard this spiel many times before. "She's a wild card, Crowley. She could make us or break us, and I find the boys much easier to manipulate. Don't think for a single minute that you really have her under your control. Contract or not, she's a hunter."

"She's not just a hunter, Azazel. She's a Winchester. Instill loyalty and they will follow you to the ends. I've got her as long as her family keeps pushing her away." Crowley smiled, sarcastically. "Wild card: tamed."

"I hope you're right, Crowley."

"Crowley... who's this?" Marion asked, walking into the study and giving a wary look to the other demon in the room. "Thought it was just gonna be you, me, and the hounds."

"Can't help the higher-ups comin' to check on us, love. Marion, Azazel, Marion." Crowley motioned between the two with his scotch glass.

Marion looked at Azazel for a few long moments, her breath coming in short, her heart racing as she fought panic and rage. "I'm not feeling very well. I'm gonna go lay down." She swallowed before retreating from the room. Crowley was following right behind her and, as soon as the door to her bedroom closed, she turned to him with fury. "You've been lying to me! For years!"

Crowley shook his head. "What do you mean?"

"I recognize him! Not the man, not that meat suit, the eyes! Those jaundice-looking, sickly yellow eyes! He's the one who killed my mom! And Sam's girlfriend, right?!" Crowley opened his mouth to respond, but Marion didn't give him time to answer. "Because they got in the way of whatever your bosses have planned for my family and you want me to just sit back and be your fucking house human? What kind of person would I be, what kind of hunter would I be, if I didn't try to warn them?"

Her breath was coming in short as she ranted. "How can I sit here and play pretend like I'm your pet? Sit here, surrounded by the monsters manipulating my family to their own ends and not say anything?"

"Marion, please... don't make me-" Crowley's eyes pleaded but she felt no pity.

"I won't ever stop trying. Any chains you place on me, be they literal or metaphysical, I will break them, and you will have to explain to Lilith why you had to kill me." She shook her head as angry tears started to pour down her face. "You might as well take me to Hell now, Fergus, because I'm never gonna stop."

A hand appeared on her shoulder as the redneck with the yellow eyes showed up behind her. "I thought you'd never ask."

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Marion woke up in a chair, drenched in sweat, with the smell of sulfur pervading her senses. It was such a hot rotten egg smell that it made her gag. "You've brought a live one? How did you even manage?"

"Crowley had her on contract. Didn't even have to engage a reaper. She's here, but no one can know she's here. We don't want her being found. Oh, and you can't let her die. Anything else is fair game, Alistair."

"Can't let her die? She's a human in Hell! Why can't I kill her?"

"Believe me, I feel your pain, but if she dies, she goes up." Azazel jabbed two fingers upward. "And she knows a lot more about our plans than I want Heaven privy to. Just give her some of that potato soup you used to whip up for the Jews, keep the torture less than fatal and we'll be fine. After we finish the plan, then you can take her out."

"So... you're Crowley's bitch." Alistair walked over to her as Azazel disappeared. "It's been a long time since I had to worry about keeping a victim alive. It's definitely a unique challenge down here. So, did you get caught with something you should have left alone? So curious, you humans."

Marion looked at him defiantly but said nothing as he slowly brought a knife to her sweat-soaked clavicle. "I love when they think they can hold out. You think you're strong because you're a hunter, a soldier for your father's cause. In the end, you are just a fragile little girl in a vessel full of pain receptors... and I know just how to activate every single one of them."

"But you won't." She whispered, hopefully.

He smirked. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because..." She swallowed. "You need to keep me alive. If you torture me the way you want, I'll go into shock and I'll die. If I have no hope, no reason to try to hang on... if you put me in a position where I might have any say in whether I live or die... I will choose to die, and you can't let that happen. So... you'll have to go soft on the torture, Al."

"You're right, of course. But I have all the time I need to slowly break every part of you, and unlike every other soul in this place, you won't be made whole again at the next dawn." He dug the knife into her skin, slicing a shallow cut from her clavicle to her navel and smiling as she cried out in agony.

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Marion spent much of the next few decades screaming. She was usually alone, but for Alistair. Every couple of years, Azazel would show up to see if she was still alive and to mockingly monitor her mental state. Lilith showed up just twice to taunt her. She never saw Crowley and after a few years, she didn't think she wanted to.

She didn't try to talk, anymore, her voice disused except to scream in Alistair's face. She thought she might have even forgotten how to speak until the day Azazel walked into her cell with a guest in tow. Her eyes widened at the sight of her father... his soul, anyway.

Her voice was hoarse, but she managed a whisper. "Dad?"

"I'm so happy to see this little family reunion! It's not every day we get to see something so touching in Hell." Azazel quipped.

"Marion, what are you- your brothers have been looking for you for months." John's voice was pure confusion, but his words made Marion tear up at the thought that she'd only missed several months on Earth, while she'd spent a century in Hell, alone and in pain.

"It's been quite a bit longer for poor, young Marion, and to answer for her, since I know this is all a bit overwhelming... she fell in with a bad crowd, John. She made friends with a demon, a pissant little crossroads demon." Azazel slammed his hands down on her shoulders and she whimpered. "Between that and her nosy Winchester nature, we had to shove her deep into the Pit so that we could maintain the plan."

"Friends with a demon? What is he talking about, Marion?" John asked, his voice full of accusations.

Marion looked down, dread filling her as she was forced to finally divulge her greatest secret to her father. "He saved my life. Back before Mom, before this hunting bullshit, before any of us knew about monsters." She closed her eyes. "We were at the park when D. and I were four. Dean begged and pleaded and finally convinced you to get us ice cream from the truck. I was more interested in a butterfly, this pretty yellow and blue one. I chased it out of the park and it flew into the street. There was a truck and it would've flattened me, but Crowley pulled me back just in time."

Marion looked up. "He disappeared so fast and I was so young... I thought I imagined it... but then I saw him again after the fire and he kept showing up whenever I was alone and I was alone a lot. He told me when i was nine that he was a demon, but... he'd always been so good to me, so I didn't think it mattered."

"Here's my favorite part, John." Azazel cut in.

"He saved my life on several hunts." Her voice had started coming in stronger, but much more hoarse for the effort. "And when you started hurting me, I knew I could count on him to stop it, but I... I didn't want him to hurt you to get the job done. I knew it was the alcohol and the stress and the sadness you felt when you looked at me and saw Mom. So... to make it stop without hurting you, I made a deal." She gasped out a sob as her body tried to cry but was too dehydrated to manage the tears. "I agreed to help Crowley find people who tried to run from the hounds, and he made it where I'm invisible to you when you're drunk. That's why you never noticed me anymore, because you're always drunk."

"You sold your soul?" John growled.

"No. I sold my life. You sold your soul. Which one did you do it for?"

John looked away. "Dean was dyin'. I had to."

Marion shook her head. She knew more than John thought she did. "Because somebody's gotta stop Sammy if this prick's plan works, right? You would've done it yourself if you thought you could, but no, you leave it to his brother to kill him."

"I just gave up my life and my soul and the only weapon that could take this monster down to save your brother! What else can I give?"

"Nothing now." She said, looking from her father to the demons standing over them. "Just... don't give them what they want! No matter what they do, don't-!" Marion managed to frantically get out half of her warning before Azazel's fist connected with the side of her head.

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Marion had woken up alone and stayed that way for a while, decades. Alistair had stopped coming to torture her, having found a new Winchester to play with that he didn't have to worry about keeping alive. Gallons of water, buckets of 'potato soup' which was mostly just potato water, and vitamin pills kept showing up with an increased frequency. So when her cell door opened and a form slunk in, she almost felt up to whatever fight was coming.

Crowley turned around from silently closing the cell door and surveyed the scene before him. If he hadn't known he was in the right place, he would never have recognized her. She was seventy-five pounds, if she was soaking wet, and she was covered in dirt and dried blood. On the wall over her head, there were hash marks, seemingly drawn in blood. A quick count told him that there were three hundred and sixty-five of them. More than half of them had a circle around it. Days and years. He heard a shuddering sigh as he stepped closer to her.

"You never came." She whispered and he had to school his face to keep his emotions at bay.

"It took me this long just to find you, Pony." His words were soft, and he used a nickname from her youth to put her at ease. "You think Azazel would just tell me where he put the only thing..." He faltered before continuing. "...worth taking from me?" He walked forward and pulled on her shackles to break the links. "I've spent years trying to find you, couldn't be blatant about it, called in favors from people I've been holding for centuries. Come on, stand up."

She shot a weak glare at him. "Do I look like I can stand?" She whispered.

"Well, if you wanna get out of here, you're gonna find the will to walk, sweetheart."

"Out?"

"Out." He insisted, helping her to her feet and ignoring the way the wounds and scars under his hands made him want to kill Alistair. "Out of Hell. A lot's happened since you've been gone, Pony. Sam died, Dean sold his soul at a crossroads and now the tin soldier who killed Baby Brother is on the way to open the Gates of Hell and let everyone out, which is sure to be a party. Sam and Dean are on their way to stop him, but he's bound to get the gates open for a few minutes, at least. I'm going to draw you a map. The soldier is gonna open that gate in about nine hours." Crowley pulled out a familiar piece of paper and turned it over, drawing a map.

He handed her the map, making sure Marion could see that it was drawn on her contract. "You make it there. You don't get caught. You make it here." He pointed to the far point on the map. "You make it topside and you burn the map. Azazel and Lilith can't bring you back without the clause in your contract saying your body can cross without a Reaper. Get topside, burn the map. Understand?"

She nodded, weakly. "Topside. Burn it."

Crowley ran his thumb across her dirty cheek and sighed. "Good luck, Pony."

She took a shaky step toward the door and sent and unaddressed prayer up to anyone who was listening. "Please, let me get out safe."