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Season 2, Episode 1 - In My Time of Dying

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(Authors Note: TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️. Reader has a minor panic attack, before anyone gets offended. Though it's not anybody's business I will put it out there that I personally have suffered with trauma induced panic attacks. So I am not writing out of my ass, this is all based off of MY experience and not anyone else's. If it's not the same for you, you can skip over it. Thank you🫶)

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Third Person POV

The possessed truck driver that crashed into the Impala and Harley purposely, steps out of his truck, black eyed and unharmed. He strolls slowly to the crash site in-front of him. Y/N sprawled out on the road, unconscious. Just meters away from the drivers side door of the Impala. All three Winchester men also unconscious in the demolished car.

Sam begins to come to a bit when he hears the footsteps. He tightens his grip on the Colt as the demon approaches. The demon then rips the drivers side door off with all his might, "Get.Back..." Sam warns the demon in a deadly tone, glaring at his through his bloodied eyes. "...or I'll kill you. I swear to God" He aims the gun at the demon.

The demon smirks, "You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else" The demon calls him out of his bluff. Sam breathes heavily, cocking the gun at the demon. A 'no bullshit' look on his face. "You wanna bet?" Sam seethes through his teeth, his mouth coated in his own blood.

The demon just smiles widely and then starts screaming, barfing up a black smoke, exactly the way John did when Yellow Eyes possessed him. The truck driver falls to his knees, no longer possessed. Sam sighs heavily, gripping his sprained arm as the driver comes too. A horrified looks on his face at the sight infront of him.

"Oh my God. Did I do this?" The driver gasps terrified. "Dad?" Sam groans, calling out for his unconscious father. "Dean?!" Sam calls out for his unconscious older brother. Sam's eyes flicker outside to Y/N sprawled on the ground, her body limp. "Y/N/N!?" Sam screams painfully.

Hours later, paramedics finally showed up. The sun is now shining as the helicopter above scans the area. Dean is being strapped to a gurney along with Sam and John. They rush him into the ambulance as Y/N begins to come to. Her eyes flutter open, her face twice as bruised as it was.

Y/N's POV

"Y/n/n..." My fathers weak voice croaks, he weakly pulls the machete from his gut, the blood escaping from his wounds through and through.

"I love you, baby" He says weakly. "I love you too, daddy" I sob, staring into my fathers eyes. "It's okay....you can go now" I cry, holding my father in my arms as he takes his last breath. The light that was once in his eyes, now going out.

"No...no....NOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream painfully.

I'm woken up to the sound of shouting. "Significant passengers soace intrusion. Unresponsive. BP. 180, over 50. Heart rate—". My eyes shoot open to the sight of the sun blinding me, a helicopter over head. "NOOOOO!!!" I scream loudly, trying to toss and fight off the paramedics holding me down on the gurney. "Miss! Ma'am! Please! We're trying to help you!" The female paramedic holds me down, putting a clear oxygen mask over my nose.

"D-d-dean...Sammy..." I croak weakly. "What's your name sweetie?" The male paramedic asks me. "Wheres...my....Dean??" I breath heavily. Groaning from the sticking pain in my left side, I'm pretty sure my ribs are broken. I look around, my eyes searching for the boys. "Sammy....where's...Sammy?" I sob. "Ma'am, we're doing everything we can. But we need to focus on you right now." The male paramedic says gently.

"Tell me if they're okay!! Tell me my fellas are okay!!" I plead with them. "You have to stay still!" The female paramedic tries to calm me down. "Are they even alive?!" I yell as I sob. "You dislocated your knee in the crash. We're gonna need to pop it back in. So take a deep breath okay sweetie?" The female paramedic guides me gently as the man holds my knee in place.

"Yes ma'am" I nod tearfully. She gives the man a nod. "On three. One...two..." She didn't make it to three but that's when a sickening snap in my knee sounded as he popped it back into place. "AHHHHH!!" I screamed painfully at the bone being placed back into my knee socket. I clutched my knee in pain sobbing.

Deans POV

I jump awake in a hospital bed. A white T-Shirt on with some hospital pants. Surrounded by goddamned EKG machines and all that technical nerd stuff Sammy and y/n/n know all about. My eyes scan the empty room, groaning slightly, I throw my legs off the bed and I begin to make my way to the door.

"Sam? Y/N?" I call out for them but the hallway is empty. "Dad? Anybody?!" My voice fills the empty corridor. I make my way to the large staircase leading downstairs to the hospital. "Shiloh County, Nurses' Station. How can I transfer your call?" A woman by the receptionist desk answers a phone.

"Excuse me" I call out for her, groaning as I walk down the stairs and towards the reception desk. "Hi. I uh- I think I was in a car accident. With my dad, my brother and my gir-...my friend. On her bike. I just need to find them." I clear my throat, explaining to the receptionist. But she doesn't take me on.

"Hello?" I call out to her, confused as to why she didn't answer me. Is she not hearing me? I snap my fingers in-front of her face and wave my hands but it's like I'm invisible. She then walks away. I rush down the halls looking for anyone, that's when I stumbled on a room. My room. What I saw shocked me to my core.

It was Y/N sat next to my hospital bed, her face buried in her hands sobbing. In the bed was me, hooked up to a life support machine, tubes sticking out of my mouth. I stepped closer, horrified at the state I was in. The state Y/N was in. "Y/N? Princess? Are you okay? Please tell me you can hear me with your ESP thing" I knelt next to her, pleading for her to hear something.

She raised her head a bit, almost as if she heard something. Her swollen red eyes directed at me. Her face glassed over with concern and confusion. She only had a sports bra on with a hospital pants, a cast around her right knee, a stitched up gash on her forehead similar to mine and a white wrapping around her midsection.

Blood was seeping through the gauze a little on her left side ribs. Her hair was in a mess and she looked as though she hadn't slept all night. But somehow, she still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. My heart stopped at the sight, shock taking over my body. I wasn't sure if she saw me but I'm praying she does.

Third Person POV

The second Dean stepped into that room, Y/N felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up. She wasn't sure what it was, all she had on her mind was the man she loved, was next to her strapped to life support. Fighting for his life. She raised her head a bit when she felt his presence but she didn't pay mind to it.

Sam emerges through the room door, his heart sinked when he saw his brother on that hospital bed. "Sammy" Dean says relieved. "You and y/n/n look good...considering..." Dean trails off realizing Sam can't hear him either. "Please tell me you guys can hear me" Dean pleads. "Oh, no" Sam gasps, tears forming in his eyes at his brothers state.

"How's dad? Is he okay?" Dean asks worried. His heart beats out of his chest. He turns to Y/N, "Come on, sweetheart. You're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something" Dean pleads with her. Turning to his brother. "Come on dude, talk to me" He pleads with his brother.

Something in the back of Y/N's mind tells her to ask Sam something, "How's John?" She asks the younger Winchester in a worried tone. He turns to her, tears in his eyes. "He's asleep. Resting" Sam informs her. "Did the doctor say anything about Dean?" Sam asks her tearfully. She shakes her head, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I haven't seen his doctor yet. I'm supposed to be in my room. I found him here" Y/N admits to Sam who sighs heavily. A doctor enters the room, "Your father's awake" The doctor tells them. They all turn to him, "You can go see him, if you like" He adds. "Oh thank god" Dean and Y/N mutter relieved. But of course, she can't hear him.

"Doc, what about my bo-...my friend. What about my friend?" Y/N asks worried, clearing her throat she bites on her nails nervously out of habit. Dean notices this, "Quit biting your nails" He mutters rolling his eyes, her eyes flicking in his direction. But she doesn't hear him, but she removes her finger from her mouth hesitantly. Dean is taken back when she looks in his direction. Though she can't see him, he's sure she can feel his presence.

That's good enough for him. At least he's got his foot in the door. Hope rises in his chest. Sam looks at the doctor with a pained expression, hoping for a good answer. "Well, he sustained serious injury. Blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema" The doctor explains.

"Well, what can we do?" Sam asks him. "Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up" The doctor sighs. "If....he wakes up" He adds as they look down at Dean nodding. Their gazes snap back to him, grief stricken. "If?" Y/N gasps, pushing herself up from the chair. "What are you talking about, doc. I'm waking up!" Dean insists but they can't hear him.

"I have to be honest, most people with his degree of injury wouldn't have survives this long. He's fighting very hard" The doctor assured them honestly. "But you kids need to have realistic expectations" The doctor puts it bluntly. "Come on, guys. Go find some Hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me! I'll be fine" Dean presses angrily but they can't hear him. Sam and Y/N are distraught, they felt as if their whole world was ending.

First her dad, and now Dean. Y/N's chest begin to heave furiously and he palms began to clam up. The doctor walks out as Dean calls out for them. Y/N felt her body getting weaker, her knee felt as though it was engulfed in flames. The thought of Dean not making it, she couldn't bare it. Tears brimmed at her eyes. She began to wobble a bit and Dean noticed. Rushing to help her but his hand went right through her.

"Sam? Y/N! Come on!" Dean pleads. Y/N grips onto Sam to stop herself from falling, he snaps out of his daze. "Crap, sorry. Hey I got you" I tells her gently, holding her up by her waist. Her breathing quickens further and Sam noticed this, Dean knew exactly what this meant. She was having a panic attack. "Hold her, Sam! Tell her to take deep breaths!" Dean urges his brother but Sam can't hear him.

"Y/N, babe....hey hey hey. It's okay, it'll be okay. I'm here" Dean coos gently, trying talk to her. "Sam..." Y/N breathes out, clutching onto Sam's shoulder, her sweaty palms grip tightening around his shoulder blade. Concern and panic etched on his face. Not knowing what to do. "Y/n/n, hey look at me" Her gaze snaps to Sam's eyes when he says this, her chest heaving with anxious.

"Take deep breaths. One....two...three..." She nods shakily, listening to the sound of her best friends voice. Wishing it was Dean's voice. Meanwhile, he's looking on, terrified her heart might give out. He's helpless, he can't hold her, kiss her on her forehead and tell her it's gonna be alright. As y/n takes the deep breaths, she calms down subsequently.

"Thanks Sammy" She says gratefully, breathing heavily. "You're welcome, y/n/n" He gives her a small tight genuine smile. He takes her hand and wraps it around her shoulder, helping her walk out of the room to go and check on John.

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"Alright. Here. Give them my insurance" John hands Sam his wallet with his insurance card. "You covered, sweetheart?" John asks Y/N. "Yes sir" She responds, holding up her fake insurance card. Sam looks down at the name and smiles a bit, "Elroy McGillicuddy?" Sam snickers, pulling a chair for Y/N and then one for him to sit next to John's bed.

John smirks a bit, "And his two loving sons" He smiles. "I'm Mildred Tulworts. Loving daughter of Harold Tulworts" Y/N shows Sam her fake insurance card, who chuckles a bit as John shakes his head smiling. "Your father always knew how to come up with the weirdest aliases" John chuckles. Y/N's smile drops a bit, tears in her eyes.

"Every Alias he had was a joke" Y/N chuckles lightly. "So...What else did the doctor say about Dean?" John asks concerned. "Nothing" They respond in unison, with a shrug. "Look, if the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to. Thats all" Y/N says calmly. "What could we possibly do?" Sam asks her cocking his eyebrow. "I don't know, we'll go find some...hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him and..." Y/N says sighing, unconsciously repeating Deans words earlier.

"We'll look for someone" John assured them. "Yeah" They both nod sighing. "But, kids....I don't know if we'll find anyone" John says honestly. "Why not?" Sam asks confused. "We found that faith healer before for y/n" He adds. "Alright, that was one in a million" John says. "So what, then we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam scoffs irritated.

Y/N looks between the father and son nervously. "No, I said we'd look. Alright? I'll check under every stone" John says firmly. Sam and Y/N sigh nodding. "Where's the Colt?" John asks. Y/N's eye twitches angrily at this as Sam looks at his father in disbelief. "Your son is dying and you're worried about about the Colt?" She spits angrily, narrowing her eyes at John.

Sam scoffs in disgust that his father is so nonchalant about Dean fighting for his life but the only thing he truly sounded concerned about is the Colt. "We are hunting this demon and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card" John says defensively. They shake their heads, "It's in the trunk. They dragged the car and y/n's bike off I-83." Sam answers quietly.

"Alright, you gotta clean out that trunk and whatever is is y/n's bike before some junk man sees what's inside" John instructs them. "I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out. He's gonna tow the Impala and Harley with his truck back to his place" Y/N informs him. "Alright. Sam, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt and bring it back to me. And watch out for hospital security" He instructs Sam.

"Y/N, you stay here. You could barely walk so take it easy and rest" He says gently to her. "I think we got it covered" Sam says in a cold tone. Sam helps Y/N up, they both begin to walk out the room, "Hey" John calls out for them. They stop in their tracks and turn to John. "Here. I made a list of things I need. Have Bobby pick them up for me" John hands Sam a piece of paper.

Y/N peers to take a look at this list, "Acacia? Oil or Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" She questions curiously. "Protection" John simply answers. They sigh and begin to walk out again but Sam stops. "Hey, Dad. You know the demon? He said he had plans for me and y/n. And for children like us. You have any idea what he meant?" Sam asks him, hoping for an answer.

John shakes his head, "No, I don't" He responds but y/n narrows her eyes suspiciously at him. Something tells her he knows more than he's letting on. "Okay, thanks" She simple says, both her and Sam make their way out of the room. Y/N limping as Sam helps her. Without their knowledge, Dean was at the corner of the room listening the whole time.

His arms crossed over his chest as he stares at his father with a suspicious look, "Well, you sure know something" Dean mutters knowingly. The guilty expression on his fathers face was easily read by him, he knew the man like the back of his palm. John was hiding something, and Dean was gonna have to be the one to figure it out.

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Now at I-83, Sam strolls over to Bobby, his mouth agape when he takes a look at the Impala and Harley. "Oh man" He gasps. "Dean and Y/N are gonna be pissed" He states as Bobby shakes his head at the completely demolished Impala and Harley. "Y/N might blow a gasket, that was the only thing she had left from her dad" Sam sighs sadly.

"Look, Sam, it's- These just ain't worth a tow" Bobby says honestly, walking over to the trunk. He opens it up as Sam goes over to Y/N's bike, stopping down. He pulls off the seat top to empty out the compartment under the seat. "I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap. Y/N could figure out what to do with her bike when she gets back" Bobby suggests.

Sam shakes his head, going over to the flattened backseat to take out his crushed computer. "No. Dean would kill me if we did that. And y/n would bleach my hair in my sleep" Sam scoffs. "When they get better, they're gonna wanna fix it" He adds, placing the computer on the roof.

"There's nothing to fix. Frames a pretzel. The engines ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging" Bobby points out to the Impala. Then turning to the Harley, "The engine is basically a pancake. The only thing here that's worth keeping is the helmet" Bobby points out to the Harley. "Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, thats enough. We're not just gonna give up on..." Sam trails off, taking a deep breath.

Bobby gives him a sympathetic look before nodding, "Okay. You got it" He responds. Sam sighs and takes the list John gave him out, "Here. Uh...dad asked if you could get this stuff for him" He hands Bobby the list over the top of the Impala. "What John want with this?" Bobby asks, cocking an eyebrow after he scans the list.

"Protection from the demon" Sam shrugs. Bobby has a troubled look on his face and Sam notices this, "What?" He asks. "Oh, nothing. It's just-" Bobby tries to brush it off but Sam cuts him off, "Bobby. What's going on?" Sam asks him firmly. The guilt on Bobby's face was obvious.

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Meanwhile, Y/N is sat by Deans bedside, her hand resting gently on his. She strokes the back of his palm with her thumb, her lip quivering. She takes a deep breath, trying not to cry anymore. Dean is in the corner of the room, his heart yearning just to feel her touch. Guilt seeping through, all he could do was watch from a distance. A pained expression on his face.

She sighs before starting, "This is gonna sound crazy....but then again. According to you, I am" She weakly chuckles, a small smile appears on Deans face at her comment. "You sure are" He mutters chuckling. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I think you can. I've been feeling that 'ESP thing' you're always on about. And I want to believe you're here, listening" She says tearfully as Dean listens on.

"Me and Sam. We miss you. And we need you. You're the glue to our families, we'd be nowhere without you....you're one of the strongest people I know, Dean. And I know you can get past this. Screw what the docs are saying, they don't know the things we do" She sobs, bringing his hand to her lips. "They don't know you like I do" She whispers against his knuckles.

Deans heart breaks at her words. "Y/N...." He sighs sadly as she kisses his knuckles. She sniffles slightly, "I miss you, goddamnit. I miss your idiotic jokes. Your horrible yet funny movie references. I miss your cheeky smile when you see pie. I miss your overly sexual corny jokes" She chuckles lightly, Dean shaking his head chuckling along with her. A blush rising to both their faces. "I miss flirting with you back and forth and you getting all flustered." She blushes.

His eyes widen, "I was hoping you didn't notice that" Dean mutters embarrassed, walking over to her. He takes a seat on the bed in front of her. "I'm gonna do something. And you're probably gonna make fun of me. So screw you in advance" She mutters jokingly, bringing her other hand to clasp around his palm in a praying gesture. She closes her eyes slowly, taking a deep breath.

"Son of a bitch...you're gotta be kidding me" Deans agape when he realizes what she's gonna do. "Hey, God...whoever is listening. I don't do this as much as I should. I don't even know how the fuck it start this-oh shit I just cursed. GOSH, sorry. Ugh, I'm terrible at this" She curses herself for swearing while praying. Deans hand is over his mouth trying not to burst into hysterics as she struggles to pray.

"I know I'm doing this in a somewhat selfish situation. But I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for Dean. Because he of all people deserve to live. Now he's not prefect, I mean-" She scoffs a bit, "Dean is definitely not perfect" Y/N chuckles shaking her head as Dean rolls his eyes. "But he's got a bigger heart than he likes to admit. He's done nothing but protect me and Sam our whole lives. But no one really protected him, he doesn't deserve this. So I'm begging, I'd get down on my knees if I could" She pleads, tears threatening to fall again.

Dean is speechless that Y/N would go to the extent to pray for him. Despite everything that they've seen in their lives, she was never much of a believer and neither was he. "But he's family. And if you really are an all knowing type of God. You'll know, he deserves to walk out of here without a scratch. Please. We need him.....I need him" Y/N prays tearfully. "Amen" She finishes, opening her eyes that are red and burning. Still swollen from that demon attack.

Her gaze rests on Dean laying in the bed. While she was praying, Dean was sobbing the entire time, unbeknownst to her. "You can make fun of me for that all you want, when you get better" She whispers to Dean on the bed, smiling, she brings her hand slowly to the crown on his head. Caressing his short dark blonde hair gently.

Tears flowing down his face, he kneels in-front of her chair.

Then resting his hand gently on her cheek, "Princess..." Dean whispers. Y/N jumps slightly, a cold yet soothing warmth filling her body. She could've sworn she heard him call out to her. Dean is surprised when she felt him touch her this time. Her gaze falls to the exact spot Dean is knelt down at. Her eyes wide and his eyes wide. She still can't see him but she could feel the drift of a touch. "Charming?" She whispers shocked.

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John is sat at the foot of Deans hospital bed, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looks at his elder son, fighting for his life, hooked up to a bunch of machines. Y/N was asleep on the couch across from the bed, her right sprained knee propped on the couch, with her left leg dangling off the edge. A crutch she stole from the medical closet was leaned up against the wall.

Deans spirit enters the room, "Come on, Dad. You gotta help me" Dean pleads but John can't hear him. "I gotta get better, I gotta get back in there" He stresses, his eyes trained on John's face filled with despair. "I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you gonna do anything?" Dean painfully scoffs.

"Aren't you even gonna say anything?!" He snaps angrily, John's eyes still resting on his son on the bed. Dean shakes his head angrily, "I've done everything you and f/n have every asked me. Everything! I've given everything I've ever had! And you're just gonna sit there and you're gonna watch me die?!" Dean yells painfully. "What the hell kind of father are you?!" He snaps.

A rumbling sound outside catches Deans attention, cutting him monologue short. "What is that?" He mutters, turning around. He steps out of the room, only for something that looked like a spirit to come flying past him. He jumps back, turning to John and a sleeping Y/N on the couch. "I take it you two didn't see that" He mutters, chasing after the spirit.

He speed walks down the hall, looking for the spirit he just say. He felt a gust of air behind him along with a whooshing sound. Turning around to see the ghostly transport figure turn the corner. He rushes after it, stumbling upon a room to see a woman gasping and choking on the ground. "Help. Help. Help!" She pleads, convulsing.

"Hey! I need some help in here!" Dean calls for help but no one could hear him. "I..can't...breathe..." The woman chokes for air. Dean rushes over to her, stooping next to her. He tries to give her CPR but his hand goes right through her. Her gasping stops suddenly, Deans eyes widen in horror at this.

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Later, Sam came back from Bobby's and told y/n what the list was actually about. Both pissed beyond shit. Y/N limps into John's room on the crutch, Sam infront of her, his bag draped over his shoulder with the items. A stoic expression on both their faces. Dean enters the room frantically behind them. "Sammy, y/n/n. Tell me you two can freaking hear me. There's something in the hospital! Now you gotta bring me back and we all gotta hunt this thing" Dean tries to warn them but they can't hear him.

Sam just rests his bag down on the chair, his back turnt to John, his eyes trained outside the window. "Sam! Y/N!" Dean calls out for them. Since entering the room. Sam and Y/N haven't said a word. Y/N leans on the crutches at the foot of John's bed, glaring at him. "You two are quiet" John states. Y/N's eye twitches angrily, her jaw clenched.

As Sam turns to his father, a aggravated look on his face. He tosses the bag onto of the bed by Johns foot. "You think we wouldn't find out?" He snaps. "What are you talking about?" John feigns confusion. "Cut the crap, John." Y/N snaps back. "That stuff from Bobby. You don't use it to ward off a demon. You use it to summon one" She states, fuming with rage. John's face drops, caught redhanded.

"You're planning on bringing the demon here. Having some stupid, macho showdown!" Sam yells angrily. "I have a plan, kids" John says calmly. "That's exactly our point. Dean is dying and you have a plan!" Y/N yells as Dean walks over to the bed next to her, a scared look on his face as the three argue.

"You know what? You care about killing this demon, more than do you your own son!" Sam shouts at the top of his lungs, pointing to the door and back to John. "Come on guys. Don't do this!" Dean pleads but they can't hear him. "Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean!" John shouts back defensively. "How?!" Sam and Y/N exclaim in unison. "How is revenge gonna help him?! You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!" Sam adds angrily.

Dean places his hand on his head stressed, "Please guys, don't do this!" Dean pleads, anger building in him. "This demon killed your mother and it killed your mother too, y/n! It killed your girlfriend, Sam! You begged me to be apart of this hunt!" John barks at the two younger hunters, their faces contorting painfully.

He then turns to Sam. "Now if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would've happened!" John further adds. Sam grimaces, stepping closer to John. "It was possessing you, Dad. I would've killed you too!" Sam growls. "Yeah and your brother would be awake!" John retorts. Their faces dropped at this. "Go to hell" Sam grits his teeth at John.

Y/N's eyes widen at Sam's words. "Okay, that's enough!". "Shut up all of you!!" Y/N and Dean yell at the same time. She puts her free hand infront of Sam, trying to push him out of the room. "Let's go Sam!" She tries to get him out. "You know, I should've never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake!" John seethes through his teeth as Y/N tries to pull Sam out of the room.

"I said, SHUT UP!!!" Dean bellows, absolutely fed up of the bickering. He slaps John's glass of water off the table, the glass smashes into pieces on the ground. The three conscious hunters head snap in the direction of the glass breaking. Their argument cutting short. They all look at each other shocked and confused, mirroring Deans expression.

"Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that motherfucker" Dean mutters proudly but still shocked. "I knew it" Y/N gasps, realization hitting her like that truck. "Sam, take a walk" Y/N instructs him calmly. Sam's gaze snaps to her, "But, I-" He goes to further argue but she cuts him off. "Take a walk, Samuel!" She snaps firmly, pointing to the door, the three Winchester men eyes widen at her tone, now realizing she's serious.

He nods obediently before giving his father one last glare before walking out the door to head to Deans room. When Sam finally leaves, y/n turns to John. Pure fury in her eyes. "Listen, y/n. I don't wanna hear i-" John goes to say but she cuts him off with a huff. "No. You're gonna listen to me, John Winchester. Because I'm not your kid who's gonna take your crap. And I'm certainly not, Dean" She clenches her jaw angrily.

Dean is still at the corner of the room, his mouth agape at the fact that Y/N is standing up to his father for him. "Excuse me?" John scoffs baffled by her tone. "You heard me." She snaps back. "Dean has done NOTHING but WORSHIP the ground you and dad walked on from day one! And this is how you repay him?! You just toss him away like trash?!" Y/N growls enraged. John's chests heaves with anger, clenching his jaw as the guilt rises in him.

"No you don't get to tell me t-!" John goes to argue but she cuts him off. "How bout for once, instead of being a drill sergeant, you be a father?!" She exclaims exasperatedly. His mouth snaps shut again, speechless. John's eyes doesn't meet hers, his head bowed in shame. "I mean, Dean does everything you ask him to. If you ask him to jump off a bridge and it means saving the world. He would swan dive straight off without hesitation, just to make you happy!" She further reiterates.

"Your.Son.Is.Dying." Y/N grits her teeth, tears threatening to fall out her eyes again. "And he needs you. Right now, it's not Sam he wants. And it sure as hell ain't me. It's you, John" She sighs. John's tear filled eyes finally meets her, "Just please, go hold his hand and tell him it'll be okay. You never know what could happen" She pleads with him. John nods tearfully, grief stricken.

Dean felt a sense of admiration, his heart swelling as he stares at the scene unfolding in-front of him. Y/N cared about him, that's all he could ever ask for. "You're right" He admits, sniffling back tears. She's shocked from this and so is Dean. "You're damn right I am" She says firmly. At that second, Dean begins to feel a pain in his mid section. He falls to the ground knee first, groaning in pain. The image of his spirit fading. Y/N and John notice some nurses and doctors rushing down the halls.

"What-" Dean mutters, gasping in pain. "Something's going on out there. Go check it out" John tells her urgently. She nods before making her way out of the room. She reaches to Deans room to see Sam standing in-front of it, tears in his eyes. Limping towards Sam on her crutches, she asks, "Sammy, what's-" She goes to ask, her statement cutting short when she sees some nurses and doctors around Deans body.

He was coding and the doctors were shocking him to get his heartbeat back. "No" Y/N gasps tearfully. Clutching onto Sam, both their hearts breaking at the sight. "Clear!" A nurse exclaims, shocking Dean with the paddles. "Still no pulse" Another nurse says. "Come on, Dean. Come on!" Sam prays, as he holds y/n up. Both crying as y/n's head lays on his shoulder. "Okay, let's go again. 360" The doctor instructs.

"Charging" the nurse obliges. "All clear?" The doctor asks, resting the paddles to Deans chests. "Clear!" The nurse responds, the doctor then shocking Dean. Sam and Y/N look on in tears as the doctors shock Dean but he's not coming to. Deans spirit emerges from behind them. His eyes widening when he sees the spirit from earlier hovering above his body. "Get the hell away from me!" He bellows angrily.

"Stay back!" He yells, running into the room past Sam and Y/N. The spirit still hovers over Dean, "I SAID GET BACK!!!" Dean screams, grabbing onto the spirit, only to be tossed into the wall. The spirit turns to look at him before disapparating out of the room. Dean rushes after it and then the nurse says, "We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm" to the doctor. Sam and Y/N let out a harsh breath of relief.

Meanwhile, Dean is canvassing the halls. Looking desperately for the spirit. He's unsuccessful so he goes back to his room to see Sam and Y/N still there. Tears still in their eyes as they stare at the machine monitoring Deans heartbeat. "Don't worry Sammy and y/n/n. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me" Dean assures them but they can't hear him.

However y/n feels a familiar chill to her right side, the side where Deans standing. She looks over quickly, only to see there's no one there. "It's some kind of spirit but I could grab it. And if I could grab it, I can kill it" He adds. Sam notices y/n look over to her right side. Feeling almost the exact same chill but not as strong.

"Did you feel that too??" Sam asks her quietly. She nods shakily, "Yeah..." She whispers. Dean smiles a bit, hopeful that they'll find a way to communicate with him.

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Dean wanders down the halls, the sound of a woman's voice drawing him out of his sullen mood. "Can't you see me?!" The woman yells frustrated. "Why won't you look at me?!" The woman further yells. Dean huffs in irritation, "Now what?" He grumbles, following after the sound of her voice.

He ends up at the stairs near the receptionist he was earlier, "Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" A young beautiful woman, dressed similar to Dean tries to get the attention of people in the hospital but she's unsuccessful. "Can you see me?!" Dean asks her. She turns around shocked. "Yeah" She breathes out relieved.

Hope rises in Deans chest, "Hi, just uh...calm down" He says to her gently. "What's your name?" He asks. "Tessa" She responds a bit shakily. "Okay, good. Tessa. I'm Dean" He introduces himself. "What's happening to me?" Tessa asks fearfully. Dean felt pity towards the girl, she wasn't aware of anything going on. "Am I- Am I dead?" She stutters, her voice breaking. "That sort of depends" Dean responds honestly.

They're now infront of Tessa's room. Her physical body also on life support like Dean. A woman next to her bed who Tessa makes out to be her mother. "I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy" She says confused. "I hate to bear bad news but....I think there were some complications" Dean says awkwardly. "It's just a dream. That's all. This is just...a very weird...unbelievably vivid dream" Tessa tries to convince herself firmly.

Dean gives the girl a sympathetic look, "Tessa. It's not a dream" He says honestly. Her face drops, "Then what else could it be?" She asks him. Dean hesitated to answer, trying to find the right words, "You ever heard of an out-of-body experience?" He asks her but she shakes her head. "What are you, some New Age-y guy?" Tessa huffs.

Dean scoffs, "You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni?" He retorts. She looks down shaking her head, "It's actually a very old idea. It's got a lot of names. Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches. I think it's happening to us" He explain to her calmly. "And if it is....it means that we're spirits of people close to death" He adds. Tessas eyes widen in fear, turning back to look at her body and then back to Dean.

"So we're gonna die?" She asks, "No. not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better. You can snap right back in there and wake up" Dean responds firmly. She looks at him hesitantly.

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"What do you mean you guys 'felt something'?" John asks Sam and y/n who are explaining what they felt earlier. "I mean..." Y/N sighs, looking between the two of them nervously. "Go on sweetheart" John urges her. She sighs before starting, "I mean, when I was in Deans room earlier. I was praying" She begins. "You prayed?" Sam cocks his eyebrow, surprised at this.

"Yes. Shut up" She huffs, rolling her eyes as Sam puts him hands up in surrender. "As I was saying" She says exasperated. "I was praying. And when I finished, I felt this kind of chill on my cheek and it spread to the rest of my body. I was sitting at his bedside and I could've sworn I heard someone say 'Princess' " She adds, giving them a knowing look. Their eyes widen.

"The only person on this earth that calls me that is Dean. And the same thing happened after the doctors got his pulse back. Sam said he felt it too" Y/N tries to further explain. "Exactly, it felt like...Dean. Like he was there but just out of eyeshot" Sam defends her point. "I don't know if our psychic thing or what. But do you think it's even possible? You think his spirit could be around?" Y/N asks John.

John smiles slightly, "Anything's possible" He says nodding. "Well, there's one way to find out" Sam says firmly. "What's that?" Y/N asks confused. "You'll see, let's go" He says vaguely, helping her out of the room. "I've got it. I'm not a child" She grumbles, slapping his arm out of the way as she limps using her stolen crutch. Y/N hates the feeling of being helpless, she appreciates Sam's helpfulness but it still sucks.

"Okay Thumbelina, if you fall I'm not picking you up" He retorts, putting his hands up in surrender. She narrows his eyes at him, huffing because of the smug look on his face. "Shut it, little Winchester" She huffs. "Where are you guys going?" John asks them. "I gotta go pick something up. I'll be back" Sam responds. "Wait, kids" John calls out to them as they go to walk out.

They turn back to him, "I promise, I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Deans okay" John promises. They share a look before nodding firmly, now headed out of John's room.

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"I gotta say, I'm impressed" Dean says to Tessa as they wander down the halls. "With what?" She asks confused. "You. You know, most people in your spout would be Jell-O by now, but you're taking this pretty well. Maybe better than me" He responds. "Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But...now I don't know. Maybe, I'm dealing" She turns to him, sighing.

"So you're okay with dying?" Dean cocks his eyebrow at this suspiciously. "No, of course not" Tessa scoffs. "I just think, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen. It's out of my control. It's just fate" She puts it simple while Dean nods, the look on his face is not convinced with what she's dishing out. "Now that's crap" Dean blurts out, causing Tessa's face to drop.

"You always have a choice. You could either roll over and die or you keep fighting no matter wh-" Dean begins to say firmly but stops mid sentence when he hears a woman over the PA say, "Dr. Kripke to Room 237. Code blue. Dr. Kripke.." as some nurses and doctors rush to the room. Dean turns and begins to follow behind him.

"Dean, where are you going?" Tessa asks panicked. He turns to her, "Just wait here" He says calmly before turning back to run behind the doctors. He reaches a room where a little girl is being resuscitated, "Give me another amp of epi please" A doctor says to the nurse, Deans face is contorted with horror at the sight of the little girl dying. His eyes flicker above her to see the spirit that was hovering over him earlier, hovering over her.

"Get away from her!" Dean growls, reaching over to grab the spirit but it disapparates quickly. He watches as the doctors try to restart her heart but they're failing.

"Come on"

"Negative"

"Still nothing"

"Alright, let's call it"

"Time of death, 5:11 p.m."

"At least she's not suffering anymore"

Reality hits Dean, his heart paining because the little girl just lost her life. And soon enough, whether he wants to accept it or not. That could be him.

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Y/N has her head laid on Deans bed, sitting on the chair next to it. Half asleep as Sam walks into the room with a paper bag, "Hey, wake up" Sam says gently, reaching over to shake her shoulder lightly. She shoots up startled, "Huh, what? I'm awake" Babbling sleepily, wiping the drool from her mouth. Sam shakes his head with a small smile on his face.

Heart warmed from the fact that y/n refused to leave Deans side this entire time. It's a stressful day for all of them and he's surprised she hasn't reached for her pack of cigarettes yet. "What's that?" Y/N asks, pointing to the paper bag in Sams hand as she yawns. Sam sighs deeply, looking over at Dean. "We think maybe Deans around, and if he is....you both will make fun over me for this but um...." He pauses, looking down at the bag.

He reaches in to pull out an Ouija Board, "But there's one way we all can talk" Sam says. Dean scoffs behind him, the two still not seeing him as Y/N shoots Sam an unimpressed look. "Oh you gotta be kidding me" Dean and Y/N mutter in unison. Sam beckons y/n over to the foot of Deans bed, taking a seat on the ground cross legged.

"It's our only option y/n/n" Sam defends. "It's an ouija board, Sammy. I feel like I'm in a slumber party" Y/N scoffs as Dean chuckles at her humor. Sam gives her a pleading look, her face softens at his desperation before sighing. She obliged, limping over to the foot of the bed. Dean scoffs, "Come on, one puppy dog look from him and you're jello" Dean rolls his eyes, feeling a bit jealous.

"Here, let me..." Sam helps her to the ground to take a seat across from him. "Don't you forget who thought you that puppy dog look" Y/N points at him firmly as Sam smirks lightly. He takes the board out of the box and places it between him and y/n. They place their fingers in the planchette. As y/n touches the board, a slightly tingly feeling creeps up her fingers and down her spine. "Dean?" Sam calls out to him brother. "Dean, are you here?" Y/N calls out.

She sighs, "Well, that's a bust. How bout we braid each others hair, Sam?" Y/N retorts jokingly with a cheeky causing Dean and Sam to shake their heads amused, "We might as well break out into pillow fights" Dean mutters, taking a seat on the other side of the board, he sits crossed legged like Sam. "Alright, guys. This isn't gonna work" Dean then places his fingers on the planchette like them.

She gasps lightly the second he touches it, a surge of power running through her. She quickly pulls her hands away. "What's wrong?" Sam asks her concerned. She's still shaken, not sure why she did. "I thought I felt- Nothing" She responds, slowly putting her hands back. Dean cocks his eyebrows at this and then slightly begins to move it towards the 'Yes' on the board. Sam and Y/N scoff in relief, "Y/N...if that's you moving it- " Sam says warily.

"I'm fucked up, Sam but I'm not that fucked up. That ain't me" She mutters back. Dean is stunned that it worked. "I'll be damned" Dean mutters. Sam and Y/N smile at each other, chuckling in relief. "Oh, It's good to hear from you, charming" Y/N says softly, her heart swelling. A smile takes over Deans face. "It hasn't been the same without you, Dean" Sam says tearfully. "Damn straight" Dean responds.

In that moment, a white flash engulfs y/n's eyes. She gasps in pain, tilting her head towards the ceiling. "Y/N?!" Sam calls out for her concerned. His face is etched in horror when he notices her eyes are pure white. Dean is stunned, "What's going on?!" He asks. His voice filled her ears, as if it was her favorite song. Her eyes widen, settled in Deans direction.

Her fingers remain on the board, "Dean?" She whispers shakily, absolutely taken back that she could see Dean now. "Y/N? You can see me?!" Dean is shaken. She nods tearfully as Sam looks confused, "Can you see him?" Sam asks baffled. "Yeah" She croaks. "Oh thank g-" Dean goes to reach over to hug her but she stops him. "No, don't!" Y/N says, making him holt in position.

He looks at her confused. "I think us touching this is why I can see you" She says calmly. Dean nods understandably, "I'm just happy you can see me" Dean sighs as y/n smiles tearfully. "Me too" She sniffles. "How can you see and hear him but I can't?" Sam asks confused, a bit heartbroken he can't see his brother. "I don't know, but I can communicate for us now" She says hopefully.

"There's a spirit in the hospital. We need to hunt it" Dean quickly tells her. Her eyebrows raised at this, "A hunt? You're hunting" She gasps. "A hunt?" Sam asks. Y/N nods, "He said there's a spirit in the hospital and we have to hunt it" Y/N reiterates Deans words. "Ask him what kind of spirit is it" Sam tells her. She nods, "What kind of spirit do you think it is?" Y/N asks him.

"A reaper. I don't think it's killing people, I think it's taking them. You know...when their time is just up" Dean responds. Her heart drops, tears welling up in her eyes again, "So you think...it's after you?" She whispers. "It is" Dean says sadly. "What did he say?" Sam asks. "Oh, sorry. It's a reaper. And it's after him" Y/N says. Sams heart drops painfully.

"If it's here naturally...there's no way to stop it" Sam says in a solemn tone. "Yeah, you can't kill death" Dean sighs. "Dean, you're uh-" Y/N stutters. "I'm screwed, babe" Dean responds pessimistic. "No. No no no." She says firmly. "There's got to be a way" Sam insists, shaking his head he takes his hand off of the board. "Dad'll know what to do" Sam says, getting up from the ground.

"Where are you going?" Y/N asks, her hand still on the board as Dean looks on. "Dads room" Sam answers, leaving Dean and y/n in the room. They look at each other tearfully, "You'll be okay" Y/N insists. Dean shakes his head sighing, "I'm gonna make sure of it" She says firmly. Dean smiles sadly, "Thanks princess" He says tearfully before taking his hands off of the board, disapparating infront of y/n's eyes, tears brim at her eyes.

Finally allow herself to break down again. Her chest aching. She already lost her dad, she couldn't bare to lose Dean too. Deans heart swells painfully as Y/N cries into her hands because he probably isn't gonna make it. But Dean hasn't given up, he's determined to find a way to protect him family, to be there for them. One way or another, he's gonna make it.

Sam enters John's room in a rush, only to see the bed empty, his father no where in sight, "Dad?" Sam whispers in confusion.

In that exact moment, John enters the boiler room of the hospital. One of his arms in a sling, the other carrying the bag of stuff he asked Bobby to get for him. He rests it down in the middle of the room, groaning from the pain coursing through his body. He kneels and takes out some chalk and begins drawing a line with a circle on one end of the line, possibly a trap for the demon.

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Y/N hears the door open and quickly wipe her tears away, "Hey, so dad wasn't in his room" Sam tells her whilst helping her up from the ground she was still on, "Where is he?" She and Dean ask in unison worried, dusting herself off as she uses the crutch to balance. "I don't know. But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something in here" He tells her, taking a seat on Deans bed while she sits on the chair she was on earlier.

Dean moves closer as Sam flips through the journal and that's when she felt the chill she got earlier. She's pretty sure Dean is standing next to them. "Thanks for not giving up on me, guys" Dean says gratefully, although they can't hear him anymore. He takes a look at his vegetative state on the bed, painfully grimacing.

Sam then flips to a page about reapers, Deans face contorts in disbelief when he reads off of the page, shaking his head he mutters, "Son of a bitch" before running out of the room to look for Tessa. Leaving Sam and Y/N in the room. Dean trudges down the hall, back to Tessa's room only to now see her dressed in a black pantsuit, the room empty, not a soul in sight.

"Hi Dean" Tessa says in a solemn tone as she leans on the hospital bed. "You know, you read the most interesting things." Dean grits his teeth. "For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception?" Dean states ironically, offering a sarcastic chuckle as Tessa looks at him guilt ridden. "I sure didn't" He scoffs.

She doesn't answer so he continues, walking closer to her. "Basically, they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say a....a pretty girl" He points out, calling her out on her true identity. "You're much prettier than the last reaper I met" Dean states angrily, a small smile appearing on Tessa's face. "I was wondering when you'd figure it out" She says calmly.

Dean shakes his head, "I should've known. That whole 'accepting fate' rap of your is farrr too laidback for a dead chick. But you know, the mother and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out" He further says. "It's my sandbox. I can make you see whatever I want" She simply puts it. "What is this, like, a turn on for you? Huh? Toying with me?" He spits angrily.

"You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girls feelings" She shrugs as Dean looks at her with disbelief. "This was the only way I could get you to talk to me" Tessa says calmly. "Okay, fine. We're talking. The hell do you wanna talk about?" Dean spits. Tessa gets up from the bed and moves closer to Dean.

"How death is nothing to fear" She says, bringing her hand up to place it on his cheek. "It's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already" She says calmly as she strokes his cheek. Dean shakes his head, refusing to believe it.

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Meanwhile, John set up an altar with red candles. A pentagon with circles at each point, red candles in each circle. He sits crossed legged in front of it, chanting an incantation in Latin, trying to summon the demon. He pulls out his knife, pressing the blade to his palm, digging it into his skin as he groans from the pressure and pain, continuing to chant the incantation as the blood drips into the bowl with the ingredients he made Bobby get.

He then strikes a match, before finishing the incantation. Dropping the lit match into the bowl, it lights aflame for a couple seconds before diminishing. John gets up from the altar and warily looks around the room for any signs on the demon. His heart stops when a man grabs his shoulder of a sudden, "What the hell are you doing down here buddy?" The man asks him suspiciously.

"I can explain" John quickly tries to come up with a lie. "Yeah? You're gonna explain to Security. Come on, follow me" The man says firmly, proceeding to usher John out. But he narrows his eyes at the man before smirking, he then cocks the Colt in his direction. "Hey!" The man turns around, eyes wide at the gun trained in his direction.

"How stupid do you think I am?" John smirks smugly. The man's eyes turn to a flash of yellow, a wide smirk taking over his face. "You really want an honest answer to that?" The man chuckles as two demon possessed doctors emerge from the background. "You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things....but suicidally reckless wasn't one of them" The yellow eyed demon smirks menacingly, mocking John.

"I could always shoot you" John retorts, mimicking his tone. "You could always miss" The demon smiles, pretending to try to take the gun away from John before chuckling darkly. "And you only got one try, don't you?" The demon winks at him. "Did you really think you could trap me?" The demon says smugly.

"Oh, I don't wanna trap you" John smirks, uncocking the hun. He lowers it, "I wanna make a deal" John says simply. The demons eyes widen in shock but his smile also widens.

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Sam and Y/N are still in Dean's room, "Dean. Are you here?" Y/N calls out for Dean but she doesn't feel or see anything. She looks over at Sam sadly and shakes her head. "We couldn't find anything in the book, I don't know how we can help you" Sam stresses, talking to Dean as he takes a seat on the couch. He rakes his hands through his hair nervously. "But we'll keep trying, alright?" Y/N adds. Resting her hand on the crown of his head.

"As long as you keep fighting" She says gently as she strokes his hair. "I mean, come on. You can't leave me and Sam all alone with John. They'll kill each other. You know that" Y/N jokes lightly, chuckling painfully. Sam cracks a smile at this. "We'll probably send y/n to an early grave because we stressed her out so much" Sam adds jokingly, earning a scoffed chuckle from y/n.

"I give it two weeks tops" She chuckles shaking her head. Their smiles drop slowly, "Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man. Not now. We were just starting to be brothers again" Sam whispers tearfully. Y/N gives him a sympathetic look, "Can you hear me?" Sam sobs lowly, his head bowed in his hands. Y/N sighs, getting up from her chair.

She slowly limps to the couch, settling next to her best friend. She then wraps one of her arms around his shoulder comfortingly, "He never stopped being your brother, Sammy" She says gently. This makes whatever Sam was holding onto break. The dam inside of his just started flowing. He buries his head in her shoulder sobbing. "He'll be okay" She tries to convince not only Sam, but herself. Stroking his hair as he sobs painfully.

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Back in the room with Tessa, "Look, I'm sure you've heard this before but...you gotta make an exception. You gotta cut me a break" Dean pleads with the reaper as he looks out the window. "Stage 3, bargaining" Tessa says. He turns to her. "I'm serious" He says. "My family's in danger. See we're kind of in the middle of this....um...war. And they need me" He tries to explain.

"The fights over" Tessa says calmly. "No it isn't" Dean insists. "It is for you" She states making his heart drop. "Dean, you're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong" She further elaborates. "The battle goes on without them" She assures him.

"My brother. Y/N. They could die without me" Dean pleads. "Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it" She tells him honestly. Deans face drops, he turns away not answering her. "It's an honorable death. A warriors death" She tries to persuade him. "I think I'll pass on the 72 virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyways" Dean scoffs, covering up his sorrow with humor.

"That's funny. You're very cute." Tessa smiles. "There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is gonna rot in the ground. My family is gonna die!" Dean bellows. "No. I'm not going with you. I don't care what you do" Dean says firmly, shaking his head. Tessa sighs and moves closer to him. "Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But...you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts." She states.

Dean looks at her confused, "So, yes. You can stay...you'll stay here for years...disembodied, scared. And over the decades, it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent" She says calmly. "What are you saying?" Dean asks fearfully, not wanting to believe what she's saying. "Dean...how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one" She explains. Realization dawns on Dean, "The same thing you hunt" She adds. His heart stops, fearing he'll end up a vengeful spirit.

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Back in the boiler room, "It's very unseemly. Making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?" The yellow eyed demon says suspiciously, "It's not trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet...but you gotta help Dean" John says firmly. The demon moves closer to the patriarch Winchester. "You gotta bring him back." John says.

"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them" The demon grins widely, John doesn't allow his words to get to him. "It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean" John says plainly. "Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me" The demon growls as John smiles smugly.

"But still, you're right. He isn't much of a threat. And neither is your other son, of course" The demon smirks. "Their little hot friend though, she is a gamble....I can't read her cards. But I will eventually" He smiles widely as John's smile falters, moving closer to John. "You know the truth, right? About Sammy, y/n/n and the other children?" The demon asks.

"Yeah. I've known for a while" John responds in a low tone. "But they don't, do they? You and f/n have been playing dumb" The demon presses. "Can you bring Dean back? Yes or no?" John grits his teeth angrily, glaring at him, not wanting to talk about this subject further. "No. But I know someone who can. It's not a problem" The demon responds with a dark smile.

"Good" John responds plainly, still glaring at him. "And before I give you the gun, I'm gonna wanna make sure that Deans okay, with my own eyes" He bargains. "Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" The demon feigns innocence in a mock hurt tone. John just scoffs, "Fine." The demon obliges. "So we have a deal?" John asks. "No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot" The demon growls.

"With what?" John scoffs. The demon glares at him, getting up into his face. "There's something else I want as much as that gun. Maybe more" The demon says in a menacing tone. John gulps fearfully but keeps his game face on.

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Dean and Tessa are sat on the hospital bed, "It's time to put the pain behind you" Tessa is still trying to convince Dean, caressing his hair gently. The way she's doing it right now, it doesn't seem to bring comfort to him. Part of his is wishing it was Y/N comforting him. All he wants to see is that beautiful cheeky smile on her face one last time before he kicks the bucket. "And go where?" Dean asks, his face filled with despair.

"Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline" Tessa says softly, taking her hand off of him. "Moment of truth....so what's it going to be?" She asks him. Dean hesitates for a second before turning to Tessa. He doesn't get a chance to answer because the lights in the room started to flicker, the electricity began buzzing.

They look around in worry, "What are you doing that for?" Dean asks her fearfully. She looks over at him confused, "I'm not doing it" She tells him. Their eyes flicker over to the vent when they see a black cloudy smoke coming out from it. It begins to engulf Tessa."What the hell?" Dean mutters confused. "You can't do this! Get away!!" She screams pained as Dean looks on, eyes wide with terror.

"What's happening?!" He screams fearfully as the cloud enters Tessa's mouth, the reaper screams as it does so. She then turns to Dean in a snap, with now yellow eyes. "Todays your lucky day, kid" before resting her hand on his forehead. Deans eyes widen, groaning in pain.

Back in his hospital room, Y/N is still consoling a broken Sam. Dean gasps awake, causing their heads to snap up in his direction. "Dean?!" They exclaim surprised as Dean chokes on the tubes in his mouth. "Help!!! We need help!!!!" Y/N screams for help from the doctors.

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"I can't explain it. The edemas vanished, the internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good" The doctor explains as he reads from the file after doing a fully body work on Dean. He's stunned by this and so are they. "You got some kind of angel watching over you" The doctor comments, still in disbelief. "Thanks doc" Dean thanks him before the doctor walks out of the room.

"You guys said a reaper was after me?" Dean asks the two younger hunters. "Yeah" Sam responds. "I saw you, full form everything. You talked to me. It was weird, I'm not gonna lie" Y/N says. "How?" Dean asks her surprised. "Beats me" She scoffs. "How'd I ditch the reaper though?" He asks them. "You got me." Sam responds shaking his head. "Dean, you really don't remember anything?" Y/N asks him again but he shakes his head.

"No, except this pit in my stomach" Dean responds, looking over at them. "Guys, something's wrong" Dean insists. A knocking on the door draws their attention, they turn to see John leaning on the door frame. "How you feeling, dude?" John asks his elder son with a smile. "Fine, I guess. I'm alive" Dean responds. "That's what matters" John says softly with a content smile.

"Where were you last night?" Sam asks his father suspiciously. "I had some things to take care of" John responds vaguely. "Well, that's specific" Sam retorts sarcastically. This makes y/n shake her head scoffing, "Come on, Sam" Dean groans. "Did you go after the demon?" Sam asks. "No" John lies. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam picks an argument as Dean and Y/N shake their heads.

John sighs and enters the room, "Can we not fight?" John pleads. The three younger hunters look at him surprised when a smile takes his face over, "You know, half the time we're fighting. I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads" John chuckles, Sam is beyond taken back. "Sammy, I've- I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could." John says tearfully.

Dean turns his head to his father in suspicion as Y/N narrows her eyes at John. "I just don't wanna fight anymore, okay?" John says calmly. The boys have no idea how to respond, "John, are you alright?" Y/N asks him concerned. He just smiles wider, a content look on his face. "Yeah. I'm just a little tired" John nods smiling, she isn't convinced but they take the bait.

"Hey, Sam. Would you mind- uh. Would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" John asks him younger son. "Yeah. Yeah sure" Sam says hesitantly before looking over at Dean and walking out the room. The silence is a little awkward so y/n gets up from her chair. "I'm gonna, uh, catch up with Sam and give you two some privacy" Y/N says, balancing herself on the crutch. John gives her a grateful smile.

"You take it easy, alright sweetheart?" John says to her gently. She looks at him confused before he engulfs her in a hug. She's taken back by this as Deans eyebrows shoot to the sky. "Uh, yeah. I will, Mr. Winchester" She chuckles awkwardly, patting his back. When John pulls away, "It's John" He smiles. She smiles back, "Sorry, John" She responds, guilt rising in her chest.

"And I'm sorry about yelling at you" She apologizes sincerely. "It's alright, we were all stressed. You've been through a lot already." He smiles, giving her a sympathetic look. "Thanks" Y/N sighs in relief gratefully before she limps out of the room. Y/N and Dean share a confused look from behind Johns back. She mouths, 'What the fuck?' To Dean who just shrugs.

He notices the look of despair on his fathers face and breaks the ice, "What is it?" Dean asks him. John sighs, "You know, when you were a kid...me and f/n come home from a hunt. And after what I'd seen, I'd be....I'd be wrecked" He admits. A tearful smile on his face, "And you....you'd come up to me and you'd put your hand on my shoulder, and you'd look me in the eye, and you-" John holds back a sob, tears brimming in his eyes threatening to fall.

"You'd say, 'It's okay, Dad' ". He smiles tearfully. Dean doesn't know how to answer, "Dean....I'm sorry" John apologizes sincerely. "For what?" Dean asks. "You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should've been saying that to you" John says honestly. "You know, I put- I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sam and Y/N, and you took care of me and F/N. You did that. And you didn't complain, not once" John says proudly.

"I just want you to know...that I am so proud of you" John sniffles. "This really you talking?" Dean asks warily, not expecting any of this from his father. "Yeah. Yeah it's really me" John responds smiling as he sniffles. "Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asks. John just sighs and takes a seat on his sons bed. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out an old red velvet box, Dean is confused when John hands it to him.

"Dad, what's this?" He asks his father when he opens it to see white gold princess-cut ring, the diamond was small but dazzling. The band was thin but sturdy. "It's your mothers wedding ring" John answers. Deans eyes snap up to his fathers in shock. "Why are you giving me this?" Dean asks his father stunned. "Because it's always been with me and the right person to give it to is my eldest son" John smiles.

His eyes flickers to the door then back to Dean, "And I think you and I both know, who the right person for you to give that to is" He gives his son a knowing look, Deans heart swells at this. "I- I don't k-" Dean stutters, his eyes trained on the gorgeous ring. "It's okay son" John assures him chuckling. "Y/N is an amazing girl. She didn't leave your side for one second, and might I mention, came to your defense without hesitation and gave me a hefty piece of her mind" John chuckles shaking his head.

"I don't know what to say that" Dean says still taken back. John smiles, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Just promise me you'll watch out for Sammy and y/n/n, okay?" John orders him gently. "Yeah, Dad. You know I will" Dean responds in a cracky tone, clutching the ring box in his hand. Closing it to look up at his father, tears now running down Johns face. "You're scaring me" Dean croaks at the sight of his father crying.

"Don't be scared, Dean" John assures him tearfully, he then leans over and whispers something in Deans ear. The ring box falls from Deans clutches, his face dropping at his fathers request,not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. Wondering, why in tarnation would his father give him this ring, ask him to take care of Sam and Y/N but then request such monstrosity of him.

When John pulls away, he stands up and looks down to see his son with pure disbelief, conflict, pain etched on his face. He gives his son a firm nod and a tearful smile but Dean can't even look him in the eye. John then exits Deans room, strolling down the hall. Despair and horror on his face. He reenters his room, met face to face with the man he made the deal with to save Deans life. He then takes the Colt out of his pocket, resting it on the table. "Okay" He says to the man in a solemn tone.

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Sam and Y/N stroll down the hall, "Did you put sugar in mine?" Y/N asks him, sipping her coffee. She grimaces a bit at the bitterness. "I put three packs" Sam informs her, chuckling at the look on her face as she limps, "Jesus, this tastes the the bottom of the filter" She grimaces. "You're just deprived from nicotine and also, a sugar junkie" Sam retorts jokingly scoffing.

"Don't be a hater Mr. Half-Caf Double Vanilla Latte" She retorts rolling her eyes chuckling and Sam smiles. Her smile drops and she stops in her tracks when her eyes land on a man sprawled out on the floor in a room. Her heart sinks to the floor, "What's w-" Sam asks, looking in the direction her eyes are trained in. "Dad?" Sam whispers pained, rushing to his fathers side.

His grip on the coffee cup he was bringing for John falters. "Help!!! We need help!!!" Y/N screams for nurses along with Sam. "Please! Somebody help us!!" Sam pleads. Nurses and Doctors pile in within seconds.

The doctors are trying to resuscitate John Winchester as the three younger hunters look on, tears in their eyes. "Guys, you'll have to wait outside" A nurse tries to usher them out. "No, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean snaps. The doctors have an oxygen mask over John's nose, pumping his chest. "Okay, let's try again. An amp of atropine" The doctor orders the nurse. "Come on" Dean pleads tearfully.

"Pushing atropine....In" The nurse does as the doctor says. Sam is breathing heavily looking on as y/n tries to control herself, staying strong for the boys. "Okay, stop compression" The doctor orders. "Stopped. Last breath" The nurse obliges taking her hand off of John's chest as the other nurse takes the mask off. The monitor showing he has no heartbeat.

"Come on, come on, come one" Dean mutters pleadingly. "Still no pulse" Another nurse says, placing her finger to his neck. "Okay, that's it, everybody. I'll call it" The doctor says.

"Time of death, 10:41 a.m."

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Authors Note: DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD!!😁I took way longer with this chapter because I got sick over this past week, but I'm doing a little better now. Updates might be a bit slower but I'm trying, thank you to those who are reading and here is the season 2 premiere!!! Note that this chapter is not edited. Hope everyone enjoyed.

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digenerate-trash · 10 months

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Yandere Teachers!!! (who are also freaks)

Sirris

Sirris is the cool teacherTM but that's only because he's hiding the fact that he's a freak from everyone.

he's got a regular hook-up with some random once a month he pays them to film them having sex for his sex ed classes. But since he's met you he's stopped that. Now he only wants to make amateur porn with one person now and he's going to do it one way or another

Will drug you. Says it's for pain but he's just a big fan of seeing you drooling with your eyes rolled back.

Tones of pictures. Never of your face. He doesn't want any evidence against him.

Very adamant that your relationship (if you can call it that) stays hidden. Never even touches you on school property.

Would absolutely fist-fight Leighton in the parking lot if he found out about anything that freak does to you.

Very adamant that you and Sydney get along. If you don't get along he's first going to try and convince Sydney to change to fit you better and if that doesn't work he's going to force you to change to get along with Sydney.

Obsessed with ass. I can't explain it.

Very clean.

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Mason

Mason is pretty gentle and because of that, he's not too forward with you.

it's a lot of staring though. Like to much

At school, he's very interested in only school topics. But at the lake, he's more interested in talking to you.

Man loves his exercise and wants you to do it too. Wants to keep you healthy.

Mans is a big puppy.

He will try and get his scent onto you, especially after swimming lessons.

He refrains from touching you a lot because even the feeling of you is enough to get him going.

Absolutely will fuck you at the lake and nowhere else. it's where he feels the most safe

Mason’s fucking is always very rough and brutal. You covered in marks bites scratches and hickeys

Will take you for coffee afterward and apologize for being too rough. He just gets carried away too easily.

River

Dude has no boundaries when he comes to terms that he's obsessed with you.

He finally has the guts to get Whitney suspended when he sees the bully's hands on you. It wasn't easy but he did it.

Still believes in using a ruler as punishment but quickly stops when you moan.

Chasity belt chafes his dick every time it gets too close to him.

He never wants to defile you. Wants to believe that you are a precious little virgin that has never touched anyone.

he's happy when you show up to help at the soup kitchen. But now he has to protect you here as well.

Will hit other staff with anything he's got close by if he catches them staring.

No one dares hit him back when he's doing the same thing.

Man is so pent-up. Even god is placing bets on when he's going to ditch his vow to wreck you.

Winter

Very old-fashioned. Wants a traditional wife/spouse to dote on and care for. Thinks you are the perfect person for that life no matter what you are actually like.

Constantly keeping you after class. He keeps telling you that your grades are slipping no matter how hard you try you can't seem to fix it.

Absolutely offers a “favors” for “favors” deal.

Even if you refuse you getting bent over his desk and fucked. Dude is like a man possessed and then when he's done he kicks you out.

This can happen several days a week he's started putting up a “back in 20” sign up when you walk in.

Sadistic streek.

Loves having you visit the museum. There's always something new for you to try out.

Big bondage fan. Adores what you look like in ropes. The pillory. Ect. basically, whenever you're helpless he gets stupid hard.

he's gonna fuck you in all of his little replica contraptions. don't fight it.

If you do though get ready for him to literally whip you.

Doren (Written by @degrees-of-fuck please give them lots of love they were very nice to help me with this!!!)

Big Warped Protectiveness vibes I think, paired with a short fuse and a tendency to go a bit fuckoff wild when the line is crossed. Doren’s like this at the best of times but Yandoren is gonna need to be held back from all these assault charges calling for him.

Wants you to like and trust him!! He has your best interests at heart! He’ll keep you safe from this world! And also maybe enable you a little. I don’t think he quite consciously puts together what he’s doing when he as your teacher is positioning himself as your friendly protector who always has space for you in his home for these reasons. It’s fine when he does it because he’s not a bad person and he doesn’t want to hurt you! Not grooming, nuh-uh. Regardless, I think he’d prefer it if any involvement between the two of you had technically been your idea…

Yandoren Could maaaaaybe be tempted to spend just a little more time at home by you visiting him often enough, but I mostly imagine him coming up with excuses to invite you along to… Whatever it is he does, when it’s possible - so he doesn’t have to worry about what could be happening to you out there or about you showing up to class covered in others’ fluids again.

If yall fuckin, you NEED to be like, physically ‘on top’ or your ass is getting SMOTHERED.

Goes the fuck off on roleplaying and dirty talk probably. Let him have his sex soliloquy he NEEDS IT. I’m not sure it can be prevented.

I have an image in my head of him doing a soliloquy that gets increasingly frantic before he just fucking goes apeshit on you. IS he a werewolf? I dunno. But it’s times like this when the rumor comes to mind.

Tight protective bear hugs, that can get GENUINELY QUITE PAINFUL depending on his mood.

I have an image of him fucking prowling the schoolyard to keep an eye on you. Freak.

This story probably ends with him getting done for assault or manslaughter ngl. Maybe you can go on the lam together. Romantic! :)))

#dol teachers #degrees of lewdity #tw rape #tw violence #sirris the science teacher #river the math teacher #mason the swimming teacher #winter the history teacher #doren the english teacher #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months

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https://x.com/boycandyhot/status/1802872813570678794?s=46&t=zX9HxUHW39UFoPnzCdFaCA

… just leaving this here for your imagination to run wild

[Link] to a very NSFW video on Twitter of a guy wearing just a dark green ARMY shirt, no pants, laying back on his bunk while several other men around him use him. There's one guy fucking his ass, another fucking his throat, and several others with phone flashlights.

I am imagining two things:

1. This happening with Steve, of course, as the being the one used.

It's after a mission that had to be abandoned halfway through, there was no time to come down, no victory, and now there's no way for Steve to shake all the fucking adrenaline pumping through his bulging veins like hot venom. He swears, with every pump of his racing heart, he feels it sting more, rushing from his brain to pollute his chest and spread even further into his fingers that curl into fists and his toes that dig into the bottoms of his heavy boots.

He has so much goddamn energy and nothing to do with it.

He's shaking, trying to contain everything. And he's trying not to make a big deal about it, but he can't fucking sit still. It actually hurts. All that adrenaline dumped into his system with no outlet of feats of super-strength or -speed or -agility. The march back to the barracks from the HYDRA hell hole they had to abandon gutting did nothing to dull Steve's high.

It feels like being high. Shaking, unfocused, the world too bright, and his muscle and bone larger than his skin. He just wants to come down.

Bucky punches him in the arm eventually, husking something about cutting it out, stop squirming, punk. Some of us are trying to sleep.

Steve can't stop.

Steve can't sleep.

Bucky sits himself uo in the the bunk he's secretly sharing with Steve, giving him that smarmy grin he wears when he's about to get in trouble, stringing some girl along, sealing drinks or cigarettes from the bar to make her giggle and feel lighter than air when he twirls her back onto the floor. He's a charmer, that's for sure. And he knows too much about Steve, like, for example, that when he's really having a tough time sleeping, he just needs a good fuck to be knocked out. Something about an orgasm, especially an orgasm ripped out of him from Bucky's cock pounding his sweet spot, his own cock unassassited against his belly, that hits his occassional insomnia in the teeth. So... now that he's super, what about a super knockout?

A super knockout? Steve has no idea what he means, but it isn't helping him stay still because now he's thinking about Bucky grabbing him and folding him in half and pounding him like he did when he was smaller and fragile but desperate to have someone treat him like he wasn't. Manhandled. Fucked.

The venom in his veins, killing him slowly, lights at the same intensity as vodka.

Steve is immediately in flames.

Bucky grins, knowing it, and explaining by betting him five bucks that he can convince the rest of the Howlies to help him and, oh, you know, fuck out some of that energy? Whaddya say, Stevie?

Steve can only whimper, clenching on nothing, suddenly too aware of how empty he is and how full he could be. He wants to be exhausted by fullness, fucked until he passes out, and, goddamnit, how doss Bucky know what he needs better than he does?

2. This being fantasized about, again, by Steve, but without it actually happening.

They're crammed into Steve's bunk while the others are out on weekend leave, stumbling through bars, no doubt, picking up women and laughing too loud through clouds of fragrant cigarette smoke. They're pretty fucking sure that all the other soldiers are out and will stay out for a few more hours, but Steve and Bucky don't know.

So... they're using their alone time the best they can while still being secretive about it.

Bucky has the thin, regulation blankets thrown over them as he plunges in and out of Steve's tight fucking body with the most obscene sounds. Wet. Tight. Hard. Fast. The bunk is creaking beneath their weight.

They're trying to be stealthy, and it isn't working. It can't. Of fucking course they're lost in this. Fucking. Its goddamn animal. They hardly get the chance these days, so when they do, they go hard.

Bucky is going so hard. Steve is clawing at his arms and back and any part of his man that he can reach with his head thrown back. As he claws desperately, his arms flex, and his big biceps push those new, soft tits together into cleavage that makes Bucky insane.

In-fucking-sane.

Besides, the serum made his sweet little hole smaller, Bucky fucking swears. He's so hot and tight. He's clinging to his dick like his body wants to break his cock or like he never wants it to leave again, trying to keep it inside his sculpted, pretty ass forever.

Bucky could fuck him forever, except--

"You makin' so much goddamn noise, Stevie," Bucky whisper-snarls, mean in the best way, "can't control yourself, can ya? You're leaving me no choice here, sweetheart. I either gotta keep m' hand over your big mouth the whole time I plow your pretty ass into next Sunday or you're gonna get the whole base over here, moaning, oh, oh, oh, Buck! Buck! Mmm! Fuck me! Oh, Bucky! God, sweetheart, you're givin' a guy an ego, cryin' like some two-bit floozy for it. Is that what you want? You wan' everyone on base to know who's slut ya are? Yah want 'em to come check it out and see if they can muffle you themselves, Captain Slut? You wan'em to shove their dick so deep in your throat while I ride your ass that you can't make a sound, huh, sweetheart? Is that it?"

Steve sobs. Bucky is making it so much wooooorse. How can he not fucking moan and cry and writhe underneath him now?

Nevermind--jokes on me, I have more to imagine, always more 😏

3. This happening but with Bucky as the one the one used.

Bucky and Steve have had an arrangement for years. In Brooklyn, Bucky goes out with gals and does whatever he does with them. Drinking. Dancing. And... more, sometimes. Not all of the ladies, but some. Bucky's frequent dates help get those most suspicious about their living together, two bachelor's, off their backs, letting them stay together. So, it works. Steve knows he's enough for Bucky-- he's been told, and he believes it--but he also knows Bucky enjoys himself when he's out.

Thus, when Bucky was shipped out, they made an adjustment to their arrangement. On the front lines, Bucky could get his needs met and back home. And if Steve found anyone to pass the time with back home, that's just fine, too. They'll be together after, regardless.

So...

Bucky.

Bucky misses his guy bad. He's just a man. He has an appetite. Maybe a larger appetite than the average born from the need to satisfy his Stevie and his dates that he took because he liked them, yeah, but also because it helped everyone out. Maybe he just likes the attention. Whatever the reason, he snaps eventually. He tries to go without like he knows Steve will--stubborn ass, but also somehow missed by the eyes of everyone else. He can't, though.

He gets just a few weeks into boot camp and cracks. He sucks one dick and... suddenly, word gets around. Fast.

And before he knows it, he's being razzed during training, in the mess hall, and everywhere he goes on base--slaps on the backs, pats on the ass, whispers in his ear, notes pressed into the palm of his hand, smoldering looks catching his eye. These men are desperate. And they want someone willing.

Bucky is willing.

Maybe a little too willing.

And, guh, Bucky can't fucking wait to tell Steve about this. He fantasizes about it when he's being jostled and fucked, a cock in his ass and another down his throat while there's two rubbing hard and wet against his hip, waiting for their turn. He wants to see the look on Steve's face. He wants to know how squeaky his voice will get when he asks how it felt. He wants to know the shade of embarrassed, turned-on pink he'll turn when Bucky describes the syrupy, hot feeling of drowning in pleasure as he's filled from every angle. All those dicks. All that body heat. All the musky, groaning men using him. He wants to know if Steve will want a live reenactment, if when he gets home from the war and swaggers into their little apartment, Steve will trail after him, out on the town, prowling through those specific bars looking for specific men that might want a piece of Bucky so Steve can see for himself what he looks like taking so much, boneless with his eyes rolling back, gurgling out all these sweet, little muffled sounds. Bucky's getting fucking ruined by all these men but he's thinking of just one--Steve.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky x others #stucky x the howling commandos #👀

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gamblersdoll · 6 months

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Hello~ I was wondering if I could maybe get something (headcanons, fic, anything, you can choose) where Guts and reader are a lot alike and they end up comforting each other? like maybe they aren’t together yet, but there’s a lot of chemistry there. And if possible I think it would be nice if it started out fluffy and then maybe got a little smutty? If it’s too complicated I understand. Thank you for reading and have a good day!

hi sweetheart, yes you can. thanks for your submission!🩶

cw: oral(f receiving) and fluff. pre eclipse and post eclipse, mention of death

when you and guts met, it wasn’t necessarily a good nor bad start, it was just, you both were there.

you were like each other, more to yourself. of course a great helping hand to the band, and of course you would go at each others throats, with the separation caused by griffith.

so at first you weren’t necessarily buddy buddy. but he respected you, although a woman– you could hold your own. and it led to small talks, talks of his past, never really about yours. (which, he kind of hated.) but, he would never miss the curve of your hands, or the heat radiating from your waist. he wouldnt miss the lingering glances on each other.

hes also amazed when are able so slightly to lift his sword– compared to others. yet you still were able to remain ‘soft.’

unfortunately for you, his heart was set on something else. or someone, you could never tell with that brute. and unfortunately that caused him to believe you weren’t interested, so he did end up having his heart set on something(one) else.

the nights you had to sleep next to each other, hes somewhat needy. but its a ‘i need warmth’.

and when the eclipse happened, everything changed within him. you, casca, guts, and ricket were the only standing survivors— minus casca losing her memory. and guts losing some parts of him.

“im coming with you.” you said, folding your arms in a stand.

“no, youre not.” he gruffed out, trying his hardest to move past you. you were quick, he would always give you that. “if you werent a woman-“

“-youd push me the fuck out the way, i know. but would you rather just die out there or have someone come save your ass?”

and you bet he needed you–what?

and you both are around a campfire, remembering the death of your friends, almost yourself. but he held you, trying your best to stay warm. this time, his and your hearts were somewhat pounding. remembering when you were much younger, going at each others throats because of how shut off you were from each other. you would mistake him as a brute, a careless person. and he mistaken you for a callous woman, someone who was only ready to snap back or look up with soft eyes.. yet in a battle field.

so how you ended up in this mans arms? you didnt know. currently on some hill under a tree while his and your weapon are dug into the soil of the earth. he only wishes that things were different between you and him, somewhat. and you were on the same page. you wouldnt be able to see how happy you were to opening up, (hence, causing him to open up more, and why he had an arm around your waist.)

so what was stopping you? fear. but guts was a ‘damned if i do damned if i dont’, and thats how you shared a kiss.

for a strong man, he was delicate with your lips, pepper kisses first, then he would put a hand on your cheek and kissing you softly. his skin would get goosebumps from the way your delicate hands would slide against his skin, crawl through his hair. and putting a hand on his arms.

and where were you now? on your back, with a large hand pinching your nipple and a mouth on your clit. your legs somewhat ached, being pried open by his arm and desperately lapping away at your folds. he had been wanting- no, needing this. he needed to know what you tasted like three damn years ago! but he had you now. he missed out on this?

and hes the one desperately needing you to cum, curling his tongue in your walls and making your delectable moans louder. he didnt care for himself being able to climax, but you? he was demanding that you did. and after you did, he was all over you.

he vowed himself to protect you, protect you from the enemy, especially griffith. and you vowed yourself to him, of course, you both did it silently. but that did not stop you both from waking up in each others arms and feeling each other’s breaths.

“dont leave, ‘kay?” he said, holding you in an arm and feeling the vibrations of his vocal cords on your head.

“im not, i promise.” you said, and thats how you both made promises— pinky promises.

#guts x reader #guts berserk #berserk #berserk guts #guts

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kitsune-pop · 18 days

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a hot girl gave me and idea, and now here we are. cw for vore, scat, disregard for human life and cringe content involving an oblivious gutslut

you were waiting for your friend to text you back when you saw her across the mall. she was gorgeous in her crop top, pudgy belly on full display, soft flesh jiggling with each step. your eyes were focused on her bellybutton, the extra pudge deepening it ever so slightly, bouncing gently as it moved closer to you. you could only imagine how soft it was, your mind quickly running away from you as-

“hey freak, what are you staring at?”

panic immediately shoots through you as you look up to see her annoyed face glaring down at you. heat rises in your cheeks as you realize you were so mesmerized by her bellybutton that you didn't even notice her walk up to where you're sitting. you try to stammer out a reply when she cuts you off.

“oh, I bet I know. weirdos like you always like the same thing.”

she places her hand on her belly, fingers just shy of the object of your desire. your blush intensifies as you look away, too embarrassed to say anything. a cruel smirk spread across her face as she quickly grabbed your head and forced it back to her belly before pushing you into her pudge.

“well, don't be shy! you were already staring at me, might as well get a closer look!”

you barely struggled before accepting the stranger's unexpected kindness, pressing yourself even further into her stomach, nuzzling into her bellybutton and trying to keep your moans to yourself. her hand stayed firm on your head, helping you rub circles into her chubby tummy. you couldn’t resist slipping your tongue out, gingerly licking at the opening of her navel. when you felt her push you into her even harder you got to work, kissing and licking all over her belly, making out with her navel like your life depended on it. your legs were squeezed tightly together as your heart sped up, one of your deepest fantasies was coming true!

her hand moved to the back of your head, pushing you deeper into her pudge. all you focused on was how soft her tummy felt, how nice the slight salty taste of her sweat was, how deep her bellybutton was…

you realized too late just how deep you were once your shoulders slipped in, and by then it was too late. you could barely struggle in the tight confines as you were pulled deeper and deeper, eventually dropping into her stomach which immediately began to groan and growl around you. you sighed, realizing your hubris too late; of course this stranger wasn't doing this for you, but you were too turned on to think that far ahead. your prison rumbled around you as you heard your captor burp, slapping her belly before she started walking.

you felt hands rubbing along the girl's belly, and some faint conversation reached your ears. she must have been with her friends before she caught you staring. her belly really started to gurgle and churn around you now, acids pooling at the bottom of her stomach. parts of your clothes were already melting away as the fleshy walls massaged acids into them while the girl who ate you started to move again

you could only imagine how it must have looked from the outside, a beautiful pred walking through throngs of people with a huge gut filled with a thoughtless gutslut just waiting to digest. every so often she would stop, shopping for something or laughing with her friends. you'd often feel hands massaging her belly, helping soften your form more and more as the acids continued to rise. you already couldn't feel your feet, and your ass was going from tingley to itchy. it didn't seem like all that long before the acids closed around your head, although if it was because they rose far enough or enough of you melted away that you just slid under you'll never know.

eventually your pred felt you moving through her intestines, barely lasting an hour inside her. gutsluts like you were always so easy to pull in, and you practically dove into her navel at first sight.

“hang on guys, gotta let this loser out.”

she flipped up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side as she squatted down, clenching her muscles. before long a smooth turd slipped out of her asshole, plopping onto the tile floor beneath her. several more joined the first as a rather impressive pile formed under her, quickly filling the small shop she was in with the stench of her most recent meal.

straightening up once she was done she glanced back at the pile of shit sitting between clothing racks, surprised at just how much crap you turned into. unfortunately for you she almost immediately forgot about it when she saw one of the clerks staring, red faced and flustered at her exposed navel.

#silly millie speaks #v0re #v.ore #soft vore #navel vore #soft digestion #digestion vore #rapid digestion #vore scat

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clearexpertarcade · 2 years

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It creeps up

You hardly even noticed it at first you quit working out regularly i mean work just got in the way and you start to get takeout more i mean you don't have time to cook and a little piazza never hurt anyway and on the weekend you reword urself for a hard work week with a beer or two you earn it and it not ur fault if you mates only want to sit at a bar and watch the game while nocking back beer and pizza and You do had a tendency to munch on unhealthy snacks all the time you can’t work on a empty stomach i mean Sure, your belly wasn’t perfectly flat anymore You weren’t getting fat, you just weren’t as skinny as you were in high school but no one is mean you did’t even noticed your little belly until now i bet it just in ur head it was easy enough to cover up. You had plenty of shirts that were loose enough to hide your little belly, and you naturally started phasing out the more form-fitting shirts from your wardrobe. It wasn’t a big deal i mean You can lose it in no time You just needed to adjust your diet a little. But time moves on and you forget about it and you fail to change ur diet maybe you cut back on snacks but that had only lasted a week until you want back to ur old hobbits now your little gut was visible under most of your shirts but they still fit how were you supposed to know your extra pounds found friends even your chest didn’t seem quite as flat as it once had but i mean it not like you had anything to worry about you know if you where getting fat.suddenly didn’t need to wear belts except on your loosest pants. Well, it seemed sudden at least and before long your once-loose pants were becoming uncomfortable and your gut on the verge of an overhang i mean how did that happen You were going to really have to keep an eye on your weight.your eating habits stayed the same not matter how many time you said you going to cut back and now you were paying the consequences Your ass could hardly fit in your old jeans, and your belly was jutting out further than ever. Flabby love handles were peeking out over your hips, and your chest was still getting softer and less not forget the time there was a “V” shaped gap where your pants button, and the zipper didn’t reach all the way to the top leaving your belly hanging over ur very tight pants When you bought your first pair of 34” jeans, you knew things were getting out of hand. Wait, hadn’t you worn 30’s in college? You couldn’t even remember when you had switched over to 32’s. You supposed you hadn’t even given it a second thought.You resolved to stop snacking so much. Realising that that had failed in the past, you resolved to start exercising too. when the buttons on your size large shirt started straining you knew you were getting big but you weren’t really that big were you when you realised you ought to buy a pair of 40” pants. Some of your 38’s were getting snug, and it would take time for the new exercise plan to start affecting your weight. Maybe a pair of comfy sweats too, for when you went to the gym. Man, you had a lot of work ahead of you. Your rounded gut was getting kind of soft. And your puffy nipples pushed into your tighter shirts. And your thighs were getting kind of thick. And hadn’t your jaw looked more defined before? Well, it was nothing a solid routine couldn’t solve.When your belly eclipsed your belt buckle, you realised you had gotten fat. When had that happened? Sure, you had put on some weight, but it hadn’t been that bad It seemed like just a few months ago you had been thin. Well, a few years. You weren’t sure whether to be more surprised by the speed of your gain Your sedentary lifestyle probably hadn’t helped things. Your main pastimes over the last few years had been playing video games and watching Netflix.You would probably have to cut back on the unhealthy foods too, but that would be difficult. How could you survive without ice cream and donuts? And maybe you would have to try saving leftovers more often. Eating several portions of pasta in a day probably wasn’t that healthy. This time you would keep your resolve. another year passes and you started shopping at the big and tall store, you knew you had gotten fat. Well, fatter the last time you wore a XL top you could barely pull it over your gut and when you won’t looking you underbelly would be exposed but to be honest, you had gotten used to your larger size. It was getting harder to remember what being thin had felt like.You were used to having a double chin, and you hardly noticed the flab that covered your arms. At some point your chest had turned into a definite pair of moobs, but you had no idea when. It had just sort of happened When your belly covered your crotch, you knew you had changed for good.

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novadreii · 4 months

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Hi! I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry you went through all of that with your ex. That sounded so hard, but you sound pretty resilient! Can I share my story here, I'm at such a loss and I'm in a relationship that sounds kind of similar. Very hot and cold. Used to think the world of me, now he hates my guts. I do struggle with anxiety and ocd and am on medication to help, but I stg he makes it a million times worse than it needs to be.

He's been treating me worse and worse in last 6 months (1.5 years together), but then I will get occasional flashes of the guy I fell in love with in the beginning and it's like I get freaking amnesia for all the shitty treatment (he mainly just straight up ignores me like I don't exist when I don't behave exactly the way he wants me to, stays out till 5am without any contact, likes pics of and follows Instagram models which I haaaateeee, etc). I just want the man I fell for back. I know I should probably leave but the thought of following through feels like dying. I really love him so much. Can I ask you to share any tips that made leaving easier? To get over your love for them? I am so miserable, but I'm scared leaving will be the wrong decision. Gahhh I'm sorry this is so long. I need help and have nobody I can really confide in :/.

Hello and hi! Of course you can share and I'd love to share what worked for me. My jaw was agape reading your ask because 90% of this sounds exactly like my ex. Specifically, the hot and cold treatment, the devaluation, lack of empathy and the silent treatment as a control strategy.

Believe me, I know how gut-wrenchingly painful someone you love who supposedly loves you ignoring your entire existence like you're a ghost they can't interact with is. To look in their eyes and see literally nothing there, to know they couldn't give a shit if you lived or died.

You can leave. And I really think you should. This kind of misery over time erodes your mental health, self-esteem, sense of self, and your physical health too. The longer you stay, the higher the cost.

Good news is, you are probably not as in love with this person as you think. Your subconscious knows it's not safe to love people who don't care about you, but you CAN absolutely become addicted to a person like they are a drug.

You are likely dating some kind of narcissist/sociopath/avoidant. Hard to tell, even with mine, but the telltale stonewalling/silent treatment, devaluation of things he used to love about you, and complete lack of empathy for your suffering points in those directions. They put on such a good fucking show in the beginning, I bet he love bombed the shit out of you and it's hard to resist such devout adoration. Believe me, I knowwwwww.

Look up trauma bonds on YouTube. There are tons of videos. The intermittent reinforcenent from the hot/cold behaviour keeps you addicted and coming back for more. You think if you can just shrink yourself down enough, you can bring him back. It's why leaving feels impossible even though you're not happy anymore. You have hope, and hope is normally a beautiful thing to have. But not when it comes to people who are emotionally immature and unavailable.

You need to cut this person off cold turkey, in my opinion. Move away, cut all contact, remove them and block them on everything. Yes, you need to detox from a person. It's the same principle as quitting cigarettes. Even a puff every now and again will keep you addicted.

This will feel like ass. A withdrawal for the ages. Your heart will feel so broken, but it WILL PASS. You have to keep that faith to get through. During this time the best thing to do is stay busy, lean on your support network, and take care of yourself.

The single most effective thing I did to get over him though was concentrate on all the negative things about him and our relationship. All the awful memories. The nights spent crying myself to sleep alone in our bed because he insisted we couldn't work on our relationship in the same home and took off to his fucking parents' house for 3 months lmao.

When I missed him, I would replay all the moments he ignored me, denied me closeness/communication, literally stared at me expressionless when I cried and begged for him to talk to me. I treated this like science (bc it is) and trained myself to associate him with only the pain he caused me, which was substantial. No good times, no positive traits. Bad times only.

I screenshotted any awful interactions I could find over text messages, and deleted literally everything else positive about our relationship that I could find on my phone, Discord and Tumblr. We had a little server that documented our relationship, I left it so I wouldn't be tempted to read over the good times. I left/sold whatever gifts he got me, or any reminders/memorabilia of us. It's like the CIA did a crime scene wipe of this man from my life.

The memories that remain are the awful ones only. Without reminders of the good, you'd be surprised at what you can forget with time. The good times and tender moments will fade. Sometimes they pop back in; send those memories some love & gratitude and move on.

Do not text or call him, this gives him power over you. He will think he can still treat you however the fuck he wants to if you hang around. He will not respect you. Whenever you miss him, replay the abuse, journal as if you're writing to him, but do not under any circumstances contact him. You must delete this person from your life in order to rebuild it.

People were trying to give me the same advice 6 months before we broke up, but I stubbornly clung on. I wasn't ready, I hadn't suffered enough yet. I really believed his bullshit, that he loved me and wanted to work on things, but his actions never once lined up with his words.

Once I realized that, it became apparent that the Good™ side of him I was hoping to see again, the man I fell for, was no longer there. Real or not, he was gone like the mfing wind and I was going to destroy my sanity trying so hard to get him back. He became a stranger to me.

So, I broke up with him, realizing that this would be my life for who knows how long if I didn't put my foot down. I genuinely couldn't do another second of it. He ignored my break up message too, LOL.

It took me a few weeks to confidently feel like I did not love him romantically anymore. He was wanting to be stay friends, hinting at getting back together one day, and at first I was so pathetically receptive. But one night a few weeks after the breakup I asked if we could clear the air so I could move past this and be able to be friends, and he fucking shut me down AGAIN. Again!!!! After everything he put me through. I felt so fucking dismissed, unheard, and embarrassed that I'd thrown my dignity on the floor for someone who proved time and time again he didn't give a fuck about my needs or wants.

This is when I understood that this is not love!!! Love does not only take. It is not concerned with ego or power or with satisfying one's own desires only. Love is empathy, it's having compassion and mercy. He had none of these things for me. He wanted to string me along for God knows how long so he could get his validation without doing any work. This was the moment I broke fucking free and never looked back. I saw and focused on his selfishness and cruelty, and disgust set in for me in place of love.

I'm so sorry friend. It feels like such a betrayal to have someone you love so deeply and who you feel genuinely loves you pull such a total switch up on you. It fucks with your head. But you will be okay, if you cut them out. No contact, no sex, no social media. I encourage therapy if you have access to it.

Someone who loves you for real will be unable treat you badly on a chronic ongoing basis. They won't be able to see you cry without gathering you into their arms. Your pain will feel unbearable to them. This man does not fucking love you my dear. I'm sorry, truly, but I wish I'd understood this for myself years before I did.

Tldr: trauma bonds, negative associations only, no contact, detox, self care and spending time with people who actually care about you so can contrast how it feels.

I hope everything works out. Let me know how it goes if you'd like, I know how fucking isolating this shit is and I'm here if you need. No presh tho.

#anon #thank you for asking and good luck!!

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

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ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."

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goldentsum · 4 years

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━ thirst posts - idol! reader

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: finally, another bnha post-- my submissive and overstim fic on my bnha masterlist was lonely so i whipped up another bb HAHAHAHA UNEDITEDDDD

━ bakugou ♡

an angry boy that hides his feelings inside and in social media--.. he has multiple accounts that caters to different moods that he has, there’s the daddydom acct then theres the sweetbabyboi acct-- HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SOMEONE FINDING OUT HE HAS THE LATTER ACCOUNT

kacchan loves you because of the fact that you two were different but also similar, with him being angry and intimidating on the surface but a mess of feelings inside and with you being sweet and soft on the surface but a vixen inside

DUALITY-! TODOROKI DOESN’T EVEN COMPARE TO YOU WHEN IT COMES TO DUALITY-! bakugou would fight anyone for you if someone calls bullshit on you. he would 100% NO HESITATION would deck someone--

he def has thousands of pictures of you in his phone and laptop, the ratio of pics of him and other things to you is outstanding,, 1:8 def

HE ALSO SCREAMED ONE TIME WHEN YOU POSTED A VIDEO WITH YOU SHOWING YOUR DUALITY--! everyone in the dorm thought he was angry, in actuality he was hyperventilating because you’re so hot-- also this happens so frequently, class A doesn’t even address it

bakugou: [SCREAMING IN HIS ROOM]

class a: lol, yall hear something--

[(y/n)ssweetboi]: hOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO SOFT THEN TURN SO SINFULLY PRETTY?? I’M SO ANGRY AND SO ATTACKED RN-!! mOMMY NEEDS TO CALM THE TF DOWN AND SHOULD JUST WRAP THE HOLY THIGHS AROUND MY FACE-!

━ todoroki ♡

he’s basically the epitome of head empty just (y/n) 24/7 pls--

people would look at him and think, “huh, i wonder what goes inside that pretty head of his?” then todoroki’s brain just goes: “rAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) “

if someone has a mind-reading quirk, press f for them because of how sinful his thoughts are--

HE DOESN’T EVEN CARE IF ANYONE KNOWS HE’S THINKING OF LEWD THINGS! HE’S SO BRAVE PLS-! SO BRAVELY STUPID AND THIRSTY

in his room, he has a wall and altar that is dedicated for you. all of your merch, the past concert tickets and bands, polaroid pics he got in your albums, and polaroid pics of when he bought the royalty ticket are all on that wall-- yall wondering how he has all that money to afford that? three words. endeavor’s credit card.

this boy goes all out when you have a concert-! HE STAYS UP ALL NIGHT TO WAIT IN YOUR WEBSITE WAITING FOR THE SECOND THE PRE-SELLING OF TICKETS. he refreshes the site every 1 second pls--

shouto: [refreshing the site for the nth time at 3 AM] [clearly sleepy]

site: PRE-SELLING

shouto: [SHOOKEDT] [awake af] i AM SPEED-! CLICK YOU FU-

he’s also so cocky and boast-y on his account pls-! he’s so different in his main and irl

[officially_(y/n)sbabydaddy]: i GOT THE ROYALTY TICKET-! AGAIN! you peasants can’t relate, huh. press f for all of you. i’m going to see my baby mama again <3 a little fact for yall, (y/n) smells really good <3 especially when she’s sweating 🥴 bet she tastes amazing as she smells <3

━ kirishima ♡

baby kiri is still a little shy about mentioning that he likes you and kpop but that doesn’t mean if someone ask him about kpop, he’ll act like he hates it or he doesn’t know.

A CLOSET HARD STAN THOUGH

hard stan kiri goes HARD FR like his quirk and his dicc AND HE CAN’T BE STOPPED IF HE STARTS

he has you being pretty as usual as his lockscreen and got all giddy and happy when his grandmother ask if you were his girlfriend,, bet your ass that kiri said that you are-!

inside his phone though, is a completely different matter-.. this boy has all sort of thirst pics of you! and he gets a little shy when he stares at your pictures for a little too long and makes eye contact with you in the pic LIKE HE WASN’T JUST THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING LEWD-!

he and kaminari binge watches you and your group’s web series and THEY ALWAYS WATCH YOUR COMEBACK TOGETHER AND SCREAM TOGETHER

kaminari thinks kiri is a soft stan and tries to get him to join the dark side aka the hard stan side of twitter-- what kaminari doesn’t know is that kiri is on there already and also creates contents here and there 👀

kaminari: bruhh-! look at this edit of (y/n) as a demon-!

kirishima: [looking at the video he edited all night] wow--

[rockhardfor(y/n)]: if you see something in my pants- PLEASE ITS NOT A WEAPON AND JUST MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! i don’t wanna go through that again as i try to explain that a video of a queen throwing it back is the cause of that-- </3

━ shinsou ♡

HIM AND TODOROKI ARE THE SAME WITH HOW THEIR THOUGHTS GET 0-100 REAL QUICK-! LEWD THOUGHTS ARE LIVING RENT FREE IN THEIR BRAIN PLS--

also that tired look on shinsou’s face is not showing what really goes on his head bUT unlike todoroki, he gets conscious of his thoughts when he gets to the real nasty parts when he’s daydreaming as he remembers there’s people with quirks around him

shinsou: [thinks about you getting your guts rearranged by him] hehe~ <3

also shinsou internally: [realizes that someone might know what he’s thinking about] 002223444212487537924 lah la la la laaa! i’m thinking of rabbits-... yeah rabbits lol fluffy rabbits that hops across the garden- nothing dirty here. just pure innocent thoughts

shinsou also creates and reads fanfiction-- as soon as that bell rings, he would zoom zoom out of that classroom and into his room to read smuts

then he gets inspired and he stays up all night to write THE DIRTIEST SMUT ANYONE HAS EVER READ-!! the piece gets A LOT of hearts and comments and he’s PROUD PROUD

now he also has commissions for fanfiction and shinsou is getting money because of how perverted his thoughts are-! he’s also so talented in writing! HE LEGIT GOES INTO DETAILS SO PEOPLE ARE LIKE: “WOAH-!! HOLY WATERRR”

it’s a win-win for shinsou, he can turn his fantasies into stories and GETS money for it? bruh, fap material AND GET CASH <3

[(y/n)as_akittycat]: so is anyone not gonna comment on what (y/n) was doing in the background? KITTY WAS ON H E R KNEESS-!! bruh, kitty is flexible- ya’ll know what this means, right? mORE POSITIONS-! <3

━ kaminari ♡

this boy has no filter THEN HAS THE AUDACITY TO GET EMBARRASS BY IT-! LIKE AREN’T YOU THE ONE WHO SAID, “i want to fuck (y/n) so hard that her ancestors could feel it-”

so are you not gonna do it? bruh, talk about empty promises-

HE MAKES SHINSOU SHOOKEDT WITH THINGS HE SAYS AND THAT TIRED BOY MAKES SMUTS-! shinsou def uses kaminari’s lines in his fanfics pls whatta power duo

kaminari: i wanna shove my dick down in (y/n)’s throat and cum so deep, you could see it trailing down her throat--

shinsou: [SHOOKEDT] what the fuck dude?

also shinsou internally: wRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN-!

ONE TIME, he got too excited when you posted a video of your choreography wearing those tiny shorts and he short-circuited-- he really went: “wIEEE~”

he’s cautious now not too excited, especially when he’s outside and you post out of no where

it’s also a miracle that his twitter account is still running with how erotic and lewd he gets in his tweets-- HE ALSO RETWEETS EDITS OF YOUR MOANS IN HIS FEED-! IN HIS MAIN ACCOUNT! HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A FAN ACCOUNT

he’s either REALLY FUCKING brave or just plain stupid. maybe both idk

[(y/n)k.denki]: have you ever just look at someone and go, “wow, i would really wanna fuck you hard right now” because i do. everytime i see my queen-- LET ME HIT (Y/N)-! I’LL BE GOOD I SWEARRRRRR

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maizumis · 3 years

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LOVE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE - suna x fem!reader smau

part 5: the date

summary: after years of not talking to each other, your childhood best friend decided to reach out again, how will everything go?

note: heavy make out session with suna, he says ily as the stupid boy he is, thanks to @sunalma cos one of the songs is out of her playlists<33

series masterlist - part 6

An elevator ride couldn't feel so long and short at the same time, biting your lip, scared of seeing that person after so many years.

Clumsily taking your keys out of your bag, you open the door and there you saw it, perfect, handsome boy you fell in love on the young years of high school

“you look beautiful, as always” He told you with his deep voice that made you shiver on spot, he seemed more mature now, with features no longer like the ones of a teenage boy. You were out of guard when his arms wrapped comfortably around your waist, still leaning into it

Looking at him, at his eyes, that same green eyes that made you fall in love when you were a child and that green eyes that were making you fall in love, again “Rin, I missed you” you whisper with a soft tone, your head resting in the comfiness of the crook of his neck, his left hand came to cup your cheek, taking in how fucking pretty you looked like that

“I missed you too, so much, do you want to know what did I plan?”

“yeah rin, I'm sure I'm gonna love it" he took your hand in his, leading the way to the passenger sit in his car "you're not gonna found out until we are there, so you better be patient" he slid the seatbelt in front of him and pecked your hand before starting the car "okay, I can handle that"

"the aux is yours then, pretty girl"

your eyes widen after hearing that pet name "do you want me to call you daddy too?" it was supposed to be funny, you thought he would only call you pretty girl in texts, apparently not

"if you like"

Pretty Please by Dua Lipa starts playing in the background, gradually turning up the volume until it was hard to hear your own voice

Suna thought the sight was pretty, the window on your side rolled down with the wind all over your face, happily singing by the lyrics not giving a single fuck about the world, just as he loved to remember you

"This makes me remember of the old days but instead of the car, you in my room giving me a concert that, in fact, didn't ask for"

his comment took you back down to earth, old days, just old days, no feelings attached at the moment; you were praying to any god up there to make the butterflies go away in your gut go away, you were one hundred percent sure he could hear your heart beating from where he was sitting, not even the loud music could hide it

“old days? We should make new memories I think”

"yeah, we can make new memories but we shouldn't let go of the ones we have, hand me your phone" you did as you were told, suspicious of what he was about to do until you saw him open Spotify, oh okay, he is gonna change the song.

Fluorescent Adolescent was now blasting from the stereo "umm, love this song, gives me the dancing in front of a mirror with a brush vibe"

He chuckled at what you said "and you did that? would like to see it with my own eyes"

"We are almost there, babe, close your eyes"

"Babe? we are not dating, Rintaro"

"maybe we should"

maybe we what? that did take you back, choosing for peace, you shut your mouth and closed your eyes, anxiously waiting for what he had

"you have your eyes closed, right"

"yes, rin, they are closed, I didn't know you were blind"

he opened the door of your seat, interlacing your hands so he could guide you behind a tall tree "I need you to stay here until I have everything done, okay? it's not gonna take more than ten minutes" he didn't give you time to answer that he was already walking back to his car.

"better be something good" you murmured under your breath, turning on your phone to scroll through social media until he called you.

he called you exactly eight minutes after he dropped you behind the tree "if you don't like this, then I don't know what should I do"

The scene in front of you was dreamy to say at least, the back of his car decorated with fairy lights, lots of blankets that seemed so warm, and pillows in all their forms that you knew for a fact they were comfortable as fuck, you were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, chanting like a mantra 'rin, this is beautiful' and 'im so thankful' he gladly took you in his arms, his nose behind your ears, landing a sweet peck right there

"you ready for movie night, pretty girl?"

"bet your ass I'm ready, Rintaro Suna" and with that you were off, running to his car ready to spend the best night of your life

Or perhaps the beginning of the end, who knows

Howl's moving castle last scenes were on the screen of his laptop, a weird feeling in your heart after he remembered it was- no, is your favorite; you two stared sitting beside the other and now he has his arm protectively around you, his back straight against the backseat while your head was on top of his underarms, cheeks smashed to his collarbone "you did remember it, rin" your eyes still locked on the screen in front of you, watching the movie credits.

He looked down at you with soft eyes, deciding to close the laptop and pull it aside "how could I not? hand me my phone"

you did as you were told, searching for the little device under the huge blankets "here! take it"

he quickly searched for a song and toss it aside, I Wanna Be Yours playing inside the car from the 11-inch phone "come here" he signaled, patting his lap.

it took you a good minute to realize what he meant but now you're on top of him, looking at his emerald eyes in search of a hint of what he is thinking

he took his time analyzing your feature, looking at your cheeks, forehead, baby hairs, nose, lips, and finally your eyes, he could see the past in them, and a little of his future too

"not as much as you, rin"

he didn't answer, to lost in the paradise of your face, he was now focused on your lips, how would they taste?

to answer his own question, he leaned into your face, into your lips that he knew that were begging to be touched by his own

your eyes were wide, taken by surprise by his action, even if you saw it coming, it was something you were dreaming for years now

he looked at your eyes again for a kind of permission, and when he saw you nod, his hand was in the back of your neck in a matter of seconds while yours found home on his hair, tugging it slightly

"a kiss and you're all whiny and needy"

"shut up and fucking kiss me-"

he took the chance of sliding his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every single place he could, his free hand now on your lower back to move you back and fort his lap, he took the flavor of the artificial coconut lip balm you were wearing, he took all he could, in fact

"not only you look good but you taste good too" you hear him groan before going into it again, soft pants coming out of your mouth, whimpering his name as a mantra r-rin, r-innie, arching your back to be closer to him, you could feel his smirk on your now puffy lips with every movement of your hips, the hand on your lower back now going down to grip your thigh

pulling out to catch a little air, you rested your head on his large neck, you two were in comfortable silence, your head rested against his chest and his hands caressing your cheek

maybe ten minutes passed while you were cuddling until your phone screen turned up after a notification- you didn't care about it but the time, past two in the morning "rin, would you take me home? is getting late" he gave your cheek a sweet kiss before standing out the car, extending his hands to help you do the same "of course I can, pretty girl"

the drive back home was quiet, you could hear Apocalypse in the car radio, looking by the window to the beautiful night lights in the city, suna's hand on your thigh, playing with it from time to time, using the other one to drive

"We are here"

"Thanks for bringing me home, rin, I had fun"

he stepped out of the car with you- not letting you out that easily, his hands with a firm grip of your waist and silence was around the two of you, just appreciating the presence of each other, your hands going inside his jackets to hold his waist too

"good night, I love you" he told you and sealed his words with one last kiss

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dude I would kill for more DADDY DEKU, the last one gave me liffff, maybe like... "embarrassed to ask".... some anal?? plez and thank you Mizz Nightmare <3 I love all your work!

yandere dom ! MIDORIYA IZUKU

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: condescension, degradation, coercion, profanity, abuse, DUBCON/NONCON, yandere, manipulation, suggestive language, slight infantilization

BUNNYHOLE

She’d started to lose track of how much time passed during their session, forgotten what she’d done to get in the position she was in, forgotten what it was Deku felt the need to remind her of. Too much blood rushing to her head in her position of kneeling over his chest, her ass arched up and her face pushed down, cheek resting on his pelvis, running her tongue up and down the length of his cock nuzzling in her small palm, lips locked and sucking on the pulsating veins bulging from his erection. Or perhaps it was her way of forgetting where she was, her way of escaping, becoming numb to spare herself the humiliation, the frustration, the hopelessness and desperation of being subjugated, of being taken against her will, where becoming mindless was her only option when being in the hands of the madman.

Deku’s larger than life hands held onto her hips, held her in place, stroking the dome of her ass affectionately yet wantonly every now and again as his mouth swallowed down on the juices starting to spill drizzly down her thighs. Fat fingers, lined with muscle, coming to delve ghostly over her folds, with his tongue prodding at her entrance. She’d managed to block most of his praising and coos out of mind, focusing on coming, yet now… having lost count of how many times she’d done so on his experience dedicated tongue, with her oversensitivity blaring and buzzing in her lower abdomen, gnarling and crying for it to stop, it was getting harder by the minute to forget where she was and who she was with when he was still so very intent on lapping at her sensitive heat with his thick tongue again and again and again.

And he knew it.

“Such a good Bunny.” He cooed, slurping at her opening, the stiff pinching scratching of the beard on his chin an extra factor of teasing friction on the lips of her pussy, the action sending vibrations to simmer through her and a moan to spur from where she was nuzzling on the hill of his hairy thigh, her mouth guzzling down on one of his balls, letting go with a wet pop to allow the noise to leave her throat unstrained. “Getting so wet for her Daddy.”

His sloppy tongue continuously licked up the ravine presented to him, making its way farther up than usual, playing with the other unused, and preferably so, tight hole.

She made a jump, hopping further down on his lap, face buried in his ball-sack, yet was quickly pulled back by the strong hands on her hips, cheek thoroughly smeared with a glistening mix of saliva and precum and tears.

As though understating yet not caring about her distress, his hands comforted by messaging circles on her ass-cheeks, perhaps in an effort to keep her at bay as well. “Just play with Daddy’s cock while he plays with your cute little butt, okay Bunny?” She’d gotten so very used to instructions, so used to bending her own will.

His tongue found its way back to prodding at the tight hole, pummeling his fatness inside, seemingly trying to pry her open. “But, Daddy-” She tried, still in an effort to scramble away from his ongoing attack.

He would not have her disobedience, that time had passed long ago. His fingers starting to carve their presence into her midriff, stifling her attempt of escape. “Play with Daddy’s cock, just like I taught you.” He was firm in his demand this time, yet the same whine of condescension, of whiny patronizing correction, was still so disgustingly present in his tone. The voice that made her want to rip her hair out and strangle him with it.

Yet, she obeyed. Mouth proceeding to slobber over his massive cock, suckling on every inch of his girth, licking paths over every enhanced vein, making him groan and buck his hips into her face, letting her head disappear between his strong thighs, massive thighs that could snap her neck if she made the wrong move.

“Good little Bunny.” He drawled before he too continued.

Mewls and adorable small whines escaping her focus on pleasing his cock, as his tongue crammed into the tight space of her butthole. More tears gathered at her eye-sockets, falling onto his cock, making her taste her own despair on her tongue gargling on his balls.

“Bunny’s so hungry… sucking on Daddy’s balls like candy-apples.” She felt like gagging, not out of reflex, but out of disgust and wholehearted cringe for his words, but wasn’t given much space to feel anything but anxiety for too long, what with his thumbs making to spread her ass-cheeks further apart. He was happy to see she stayed in place, yet not surprised as the marks on her hips were already blooming with defined raw redness, evidence of just how intolerable hesitation and especially disobeying hesitation was in his cruel eyes. “Good girl.” He praised, hammering the thickness of his tongue inside her tight ass, now with the new easy access.

One hand shifted from its position of spreading her ass, pointer running over the budding hole curiously.

She felt her guts churn at the act, fear riding her body full with goosebumps. “Daddy?” She squeaked uncertainly, sucking in a breath, relenting from her sloppy activity between his legs, fingers curling into the bedsheets in a manner of bracing herself.

“You’ve such a pretty little butt.” He stated, where the amount of adoration was terrifyingly present in his calm and collected voice.

His finger quit its tormenting haunting and she sighed a relieved sigh, wet slicked face falling back onto his glistening manhood, tongue making to lick up his girth yet again.

“Does Bunny want one of Daddy’s fingers inside?” Her fear rushed back, causing her to go all light-headed while his tongue lapped at the bud again, wriggling over the ring of muscle, drawing circles on it, ignoring her growing anxiousness fully. “Hmm, I bet Bunny would love Daddy’s finger inside her little butt.” She’d gotten used to his suggestive language, knowing what was best for her, but still she couldn’t help but way her options, even though deep down knowing how if Deku wanted something from her pliable little body, he was sure to get it no matter the struggle and fight she put up. “Filling her up-” His musings were cut off, the little girl on top of him fighting ever so slightly to move further away from his antagonizing mouth, pleading with her face shoved into his cock.

“No, Daddy please, I don’t-” He didn’t like that, holding her back with his harsh grip, keeping her ass well arched and presented for him to ravage.

“To me it sounds like Bunny is begging to be punished.” He warned, still playing his games, still with his disgusting tone masking the true sentiment of his words. “Do you want Daddy to punish you, Bunny?” One hand stroked over the plump flesh of her ass, threatening to strike the unprotected skin again and again until she complied with his wishes. She knew from experience she didn't handle the pain well, always folding.

She backed down, better now than later with blooming bruises and a discomfort to sit for a week. “No, Daddy please, I’m sorry, I’ll behave.” She scurried back, scared into position, promptly sloshing over his cock with newfound devotion, moaning happily with his precum smeared on her face, anything to spare her from what cold hell he would show her if she didn’t.

He smiled, kissing the doughy flesh of her ass-cheek, welcoming her back. “Well then… tell Daddy how much you’d love his finger in your butt.” Hand returning. “Come on, don’t be shy.” Stroking over the bud of firm flesh, letting her feel the size of his fat finger, begging her to disobey him, begging her to cry and plead or to sob and force herself to obey his commands.

She chose the latter, knowing what other harsh torture awaited her was she not to comply like a good little girl. “Please, Daddy, please finger my ass.” He hummed contently in response, poking the hole ever so slightly, his fingertip sliding in the wetness of his drool. “I want your finger in my ass so badly, Daddy.” She whined, just like she knew he liked, wiggling her ass at him impatiently like the entitled brat he wanted her to be only for him to correct and humiliate.

“Bunny wants a finger up her little butt?” He spoke hurriedly in the spiked frenzied rush of her words, having them slur in drool as he kissed the hole sloppily, lightly biting the flesh of her one ass-cheek, again to scare her into playing the game.

“Yes please, Daddy.” She suckled on his girth desperately, letting false moans pass her lips as though she couldn’t get enough of his cock choking her throat. Playing the game, playing her part, surviving.

“This little butt right here?” He questioned, tongue flicking over the hole.

“Yes, Daddy please!” She started grinding her hips back into his mouth, knowing her enthusiasm is what his anticipation beckoned.

“Well, if you’re a good Bunny and play with Daddy’s cock then I’ll give this butt what it needs.” He needed her devotion, he needed her to understand just how under his thumb she was, he needed his ego satiated, his cruel sinister sadism fed.

“Thank you, Daddy…” She sobbed, fearing while knowing what he’d do if she were to disobey, resulting to dragging her tongue up and down his cock, hands working the base as she sucked, head bobbing up and down as she made cute little glugging sounds that had his stomach fluttering in utter bliss. “I love your cock, Daddy.” So sweet, just like he trained her.

He hummed at how precious she was, feeling somewhat proud of himself for having brought that out of her. “What do you love about it, Bunny?” His words pushed, but it wasn’t the only thing that was tormenting her. His tongue, burning and wet and forceful, dug into her backside, worming its way into her little hole as she tried her best, fighting with every nerve of her being, fear motivating her to stay perfectly still, though not managing to stifle the whimper.

Her breaths were shaky as she spoke to answer him before he grew impatient. “Daddy’s cock is so perfect and big, feels so good inside me.” He didn’t seem to care that she spoke with a cry in her voice.

His hand, having had rested on her ass as a warning, swung under, calloused textured rough fingers rubbed the bead of her clit, making her moan through her cries onto his cock. She was happy her position didn’t allow her to see his smirk. “I think Bunny thinks Daddy’s cock is scary, hmm?” His finger swirled, sandpaper-fingertip dragging over the sensitive swollen pearl again and again with little regard to how her stomach was curling. “A little intimidating, perhaps?” She rested her head on his thigh, her own thighs shaking, though his other hand kept her steady as his mouth sucked on her tender ring of muscle. “But Daddy’s a hero, Daddy would never hurt you, Bunny. Daddy loves you. You understand that, don’t you?” He asked, knowing damn well her answer would be scattered with how ruthless he was being with his fingers in her clit, abusing what power they had to make her bow.

“I love-ve you too, Da- daddy…” She drooled and sobbed out on his lap, wanting so badly to wind her thighs shut, protect what was about to burst, eyes closing and fluttering as her one hand dug fingernails into where they held her steady in the thick stiff muscles of his thighs, her other hand holding his cock, trying her best to guide him into her mouth so she could do as he demanded and save herself being scolded for not listening even though he was the one making it almost impossible to do much of anything except lie there and take it.

He stuck one finger, on long thick finger, into her sopping wet folds, felt her writhe before she could control herself, another finger still held firmly on her clit, drawing careful patterns he knew would make her mewl. “Daddy knows exactly how to please his little girl… and Bunny knows exactly how to please her Daddy, doesn’t she?” He asked rhetorically, words still carrying even though they were muffled into her ass. “I taught you so well.” His finger pumped, curling, scraping, hooking up into her spongey walls, making her mew. “Do you think Daddy’s a good teacher?” She could feel the curl of his salacious smirk as his teeth grazed past the lips of her pussy, tongue flicking, zig-zagging through the wet tender folds.

“The b- best.” She strained, inching further back as he was dragging, hauling her with his finger clawing at her insides.

“Good girl…” He purred, licking up and up until he met with the bud that now seemed to pulsate, her fear so endearingly on display for him. “I think Bunny deserves her prize.” His voice lowered, and she sucked in a breath with caught in her throat as she felt his hand, scathed and scarred and strangely rough and angled with how many times he’d broken his fingers.

He gave her much time to prepare, finger swirling circles onto the hole before dipping the tip inside. She scrunched her eyes shut at the feel of the tight skin of her hole stretching, forced apart to accommodate for Deku’s fat finger. The tight ring feeling as though ripping at the intrusion, tearing as he drove the digit slowly inside, a digit that seemed foreverlasting, growing thicker the more it inched inside her, until he was finally knuckle-deep.

She sucked with fervor now, in a way to pacify herself, gobbling down on his cock gluttonously. “Does it feel good, Bunny?” He asked, voice like honey so sweet it was burning. “My finger in your cute little butt?” He whined and mocked as he wiggled the length inside her, churning her guts in the prosses, earning small cries of discomfort from her slobbering on his cock.

“Yes, Daddy.” It was barely audible as she whimpered it into his thigh.

“Speak up.” He ordered, stern and stoic voice, still with his finger pumped and prompted into her tight ass, with the other hand’s fingers rubbing circles and pinching her swollen clit between them.

“Yes, Daddy.” Her back sloped as she tipped her head up. “I’m sorry.” Her one hand steadying her, placed in support on his thigh as the other tugged on his cock, fingers not managing to enclose around his girth as she messaged his length in long tentative strokes. “Thank you, Daddy, you feel so good.” She wasn’t exactly lying, and it was clear by the slick dripping that coated her thighs.

“Are you proud to have Daddy’s finger in your ass?” He asked, making her scrunch her brows, strangling herself with how hard she was trying to keep from crying. “You should be.” She cursed her existence, wishing she could take back whatever it was that had his eyes locked on her in the first place, whatever had him kidnapping her only to torment and use her as some slave. “To have Daddy’s number one hero finger pleasing your little quirkless butt.” And there it was, the reminder of how crucially inferior she was, such a perfect quirkless toy to feed his superiority-complex. “Tell me how grateful you are, Bunny.”

This was her life. Subjugated to a mere ragdoll for someone who’d do whatever the fuck they wanted to her, a life of belonging to someone, a life of a pet. “I love you so much, Daddy…” He groaned at her words, yet his fingers dug even harder into her hips. “You take such good care of me.” She just needed to tell him what he wanted to hear. “I’m hopeless without you. Thank you, Daddy.” Seems she did a good job, because he was shifting beneath her, hands letting her go for a second only to pull her into the new desired position.

“Come here, turn around.” He ordered, still in his frenzy, turning her around on his lap, making her sit with his cock smearing drool and precum over her stomach, hot against her skin where it bobbed up between the two of them. His hand and fingers glossy with juices from her pussy, came to grab her chin, cupping her cheek to still her as he pushed his lips onto her face, kissing her with hunger, as though in a hurry, his finger finding her ass again, sinking knuckle-deep inside her once again while grabbing onto the soft doughy flesh of ass, making her yelp against his lips, before he parted once more, a string of spit connecting them. “Does Bunny want Daddy’s cock inside her ass?” He mushed her face between his rough finger-pads, her lips puckered like a fish at him, eyes glossy with tearful plead, her thighs beginning to quake against him as she sat uncomfortably with his finger spearing her in the wrong hole.

Her bottom lip quivered then, eyes wide and brimming. “No- please… Daddy.” She would at least try to sway his mind, bargain her way out of it.

His look hardened, cocking an eyebrow at her resistance. “Is Bunny disobeying Daddy?” His grip on her face was past painful now, bruising, nails marking their presence, close to breaching her skin.

“No, Daddy, please-” She started, scrambling for something to save her, trying to make his hold relent, but falling short of making any savory excuses, reduced to mere whimpering as she accepted a preferred compromise. “My pussy would feel so lonely without you filling me up…” His fingers detached, yet only barely, still holding her chin, still controlling, though looking fascinated by the turn of events, pleasured with his little pet openly submitting to him, all with that adorable sweet voice. “I want your big beautiful number one cock inside me, please, Daddy please, I want you in my pussy.” She pushed forward to brush her breasts against his chest, grinding up into him in the process, hands brazenly stroking his cock all on their own command, forehead pressed against his as she did her best to seem seductive, licking her lips and maintaining eye-contact even as his green orbs seemed crazed and fervent and so dangerously feral.

“Bunny wants to come on Daddy’s cock, doesn’t she?” His tone was weirdly condescending, like he was talking to a toddler about getting ice-cream, and though she despised it with every fiber of her being, feeling like the tone itself was gasoline to a roaring raging fire, she did her best to swallow the smoke, knowing it would get her nowhere.

“Yes, Daddy. Pretty please.” She begged, and he wrapped his one hand around the small of her back, pushing her against his chest, his other hand still not having left, with its main finger inside her butt, doing small curious pumps into the tight flesh.

He licked the shell of her ear, a small chuckle coming out as huffs as his hand moved once again away from her back, to line his cock up with her still slick with spit clit, rubbing his cockhead over the bead before sliding it down to push open her sopping hole. “Can Bunny take Daddy in her cute little pussy with his finger inside her pretty ass? Yeah?” Tapping his thickness into her tightness while watching her nod in agreement, only slightly disappointed she didn’t repeat what she said once more, especially when it sounded so delicious dripping from her defeated lips. “Good girl, sit down on Daddy's cock.”

She eased down like she’d done for the past couple weeks, always surprised by just how thick he is, how stingingly and fearfully painful it is, always thinking it couldn’t possibly be as bad as she made it out to be previously though always proven wrong, thinking she ought to have stretched out to accommodate his size to a comfortable fit, yet not having achieved the pleasure still with how many times he’d ripped her apart.

“Hop on that dick little Bunny.” He whispered as she eased herself all the way down, cock fully sleeved inside her, feeling as she was about to burst, so full, so blown, yet he hadn’t any mercy left to spare. She felt his finger wiggle where it penetrated her backside entrance, how his cock and it messaged the wall that separated her two holes, feeling a new type of dangerous, giving her another worry even as the anxiety for what pain treading herself over his cock was already overwhelming enough on its own. “Come on, little Bunny, hands on my shoulders and jump.”

She hadn’t the mind to hold back the whimper, letting her seductive mask slip as the pain mingled pleasure demanded her attention more, hands unsteady as they gripped his shoulder, fingers running over those deep healed scars on his skin she’d gotten so used to tracing. She folded her feet over his legs, given her better balance as she began sliding him in and out slowly, at a pace she could hope to handle and hope was fast enough to please him and his beastly member.

He hummed, free hand coming up to toy with her breasts, grabbing it with those labor-knuckled fingers. “Such a happy little girl bouncing on Daddy’s cock…” He licked over his toothy-grin, salacious green eyes glistening with drunk toxic love-sick madness as he felt her tight suction on his manhood, gliding up and down, in and out, full and hollow. “What do you say?” He decided to tease, decided to make the hurt worse.

A soft whine left her and he couldn’t describe the sick bliss that fluttered in his chest because of it. “Thank you, Daddy.” She forced out yet again, her voice all shaken and adorable.

And still he felt the wanton desire to push. “For what, Bunny? Be specific.”

She knew the drill, what he wanted to hear, but that didn’t make it any easier to force from her throat, even harder to relent from seething the words through grit teeth where she knew such aggression wouldn’t be tolerated, because nothing but her complete and full submission would be tolerated by Deku. “Thank you, Daddy, for giving me your big beautiful number one cock.” What was funny was that it was in a sense still true, despite her hating every word of it, despite her cursing the sentence, the praise, the gratitude. It did feel good, behind the pain, behind her disgust, it felt good. What more, Deku was the number one hero, not just the strongest man alive, but intelligent, knowledgeable and ruthless too, where it really would be unwise to not feel grateful for having been chosen by him, where people should be grateful he even chooses to be a hero at all, when he could just as easily be a villain, or a bloody tyrant. She should be grateful that she was given the honor of being his. Her body sure knows how to show its humility, doing its best to please him, showing him just how appreciated and welcome his touches are with how undeniably wet her pussy gets each time, clenching around his shaft as it drills deep into her, filling her out, completing her, pushing into that spongey spot deep within her, making her stomach flip, toes curl, clit buzz with pleasure, shamefully come all over him.

He made a moan of awe, patronizing in its nature. “Are you gonna come for me? All over Daddy’s cock.” She wanted to scream, throw herself off his lap, slap him, claw and bite and kick, but instead she was doing exactly what he said. “A happy little Bunny stuffed with Daddy's cock and his finger up her bum.” He whined, hand having glided down from holding her chin in favor of wrapping around her throat, nose touching nose, emerald steel-eyes keenly watching her every move, feeling her clench around him, making him hiss with pleasure like a snake.

“Yes, Daddy please.” She never liked snakes. Her new life was made of snakes. Snakes taking the form of ropes, tying her down, chaining her up, snakes in her guts, swirling and coiling and tickling that strange pleasure that had treacherous venom drip onto the snake that penetrated her, his arms like snakes around her waist, thick constrictors holding her still, keeping her trapped for devouring.

“Beg for it.”

She sucked in a beaten breath, forcing her will to comply to his wishes, swallowing her pride, subduing the fighter in favor of having her fall on her own sword, instead of digging her own grave. “Daddy, please can I come on your cock?” One would think the human soul gets used to humiliation after some time, but the ball in her chest hadn’t softened no matter how many times she’d offered up her dignity, no matter how many times Deku had forced her to her knees. “You feel so good inside me, Daddy.” She mewed in gratitude, moaning as he hit the right spot again and again, making her go blind as she tried focusing on what sweet nothings she needed to say. “I wanna come for you so badly, Daddy please.” He gave her a kiss to her nose then, meant to be sweet even though it would have revolted her had she been in the right mind to feel anything but forcibly good, all sweet with chasing her release, riding him, jumping on his length like a good bunny should.

“Good Bunny.” He purred an she had not the mind to feel like cussing, only desperately waiting for him to allow her release. “You see? Things are so much easier when you do as you're told, when you do what Daddy tells you.” He bottomed out into her tight heat, filling her up to the hilt, felt her body spasm with half panic at how deep inside her he was and half pleasure with how dangerous it felt to have her cervix molded by the shape of his cock-head burying itself in the spongey spot. “Come on, come on Daddy’s cock, make Daddy feel good.” She couldn’t refuse, even if he’d told her to hold it, she couldn’t, couldn’t stop the lightning to shoot through her, pussy clenching around his cock like a death-grip, strangling his length, sucking on him, milking his shaft, unsure whether she wanted him to pull out or stay inside her warmth, but luckily that decision wasn’t up to her, all she needed to do was not forget her manners.

“Thank you, Daddy…” It dripped from her mouth like sweet-tasting poison, tongue dripping with thick drool as she panted and mewled with how he continued warming his cock inside her, trying to push further and deeper inside even though there was no more space to be filled, resulting to a deep thrusting that felt as though he was about to push through into her womb.

He kissed her cheek as she numbed down to a relaxed exhausted limp body in his arms. “You’re welcome, Bunny… but Daddy isn't finished with you yet.” She felt her stomach twist despite knowing how she wasn’t done until Deku shoots his thick cream and paints whatever part of her body he had the appetite for.

Pulled from her high by the knowledge of how it was a psychotic madman who had granted it, as she felt said green-haired man guide her to lay on her back.

“There you go, Bunny… such a cute mess.” He licked his lips, where she only barely tried to scurry away from his hungry lips gaining on her sensitive raw orgasm-glossed sex.

She whined when his tongue dragged up her slit to drink her juices, flicking over her tender swollen clit, hands in his hair, trying their best to refrain from yanking him away.

“Oh, Bunny’s so sensitive… did Daddy make you feel too good.” She squirmed beneath him, convulsing as he teased with his tongue and his lips and the light grazing ghosting of his teeth. “Look at you… Daddy’s little Crybunny.” He snickered, smirking as he gorged himself beneath her legs, loving the whiny moans and whimpers she couldn’t hold back, and how her hands tried ever so sweetly to nudge him off, how she dug the balls of her feet into the mattress to try and shuffle away from his attack, but not allowed to go anywhere with his arms locked around her thighs, keeping her just where he wanted her, shivering beneath him and only seconds away from crying and begging him to stop. “Does the little Bunny need her pacifier?” He hummed in askance. “Don’t you move a muscle, Bunny, I have a treat for you...”

He hopped off the bed with a speed that went unnoticed while she blinked to find him position behind her, hovering above her face, thick and fat and veined from hilt to tip, tidy shaven green-stubble above his strutting proud cock, a path of longer hairs trailing up to his belly-button and sprinkled into a pretty growth of chest-hair the higher up his chiseled abs it went.

“Open up, Bunny.” He tapped the glossy mushroom-tip onto her lips, smearing what concoction of precum and juices had mingled together there.

She did as commanded, parting her lips yet making sure to wrap her teeth, knowing how he didn’t appreciate being bitten either by accident or not, having little understanding to how hard it was to fit him in her mouth without letting her teeth graze his impressive girth.

“Taste yourself.” He groaned. “Suck me clean, Bunny.” He lightly patted the side of her face, fingers drumming on her cheek, telling her to hollow them in and suck on him. “There you go.” He praised, watching her struggle not to gag as he began lightly fucking the back of her throat, pushing farther down, liking how her already tight tunnel began clenching around him, trying to hold back the coughs. “Be a good Bunny and swallow all of me.”

Usually he’d enjoy the feel of her nose dipping into his pelvis, but now with her upside down, he could feel his balls being poked as they smothered her only remaining breathing option. Still, he took his time, knowing how she could take a few seconds without air, enjoying the look of his fat cock down her throat, his hand testing a daring stroke over her jugular, watching to see if she would convulse and gag and splutter out coughs like she did the first couple of times he ventured deep, yet was proud to see her stay in play with only a few panicked spams of her chest. He probed even further as he lightly pinched the outline of his shaft between his thumb and index-finger, listening to her begin to whine, a submissive little prayer to let her breathe again.

“Good Bunny…” He pulled out, large hands cupping her cheeks, telling her to remain lying there as he bent over to kiss her spit-slicked lips, his hand reaching over to palm her breast while the other reached farther to rub rough patterns into her terribly oversensitive clit, making her gasp out a strangled uncontrolled moan into his receiving mouth. “Come on, one more time.” He straightened himself, taking the opportunity to push through her open-mouthed panting with his dripping cock. “Get me nice and wet for your little Bunny-butt…”

Her eyes shot open, hands flailing instead of holding onto his thighs. “No-” She tried protesting, as she lightly tapped at his firm muscled ass with the face of her palm, slapping to get her discomfort across.

“No, no, Bunny, do as you’re told, do what Daddy says.” Deku chastised, grabbing her bothersome hands by the wrist and holding them behind his back, feeling her try to recoil away, yet well-trained enough to not bite as his cock pushed down her throat again. “Be a good Bunny and suck on Daddy.” He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, jutting lightly into her mouth. “Just like Daddy taught you.” His voice remained sweetly stoic, like a teacher or a parent, made her want to throw up on him, yet knowing how he didn’t stop last time she did, he just kept fucking her skull, even with the bile and acidic liquid burning in her throat. “Wash out all those filthy protests.” She whimpered at how his hands tightened around her wrists, balls lightly clapping over the bridge of her nose, swinging into her face each time he pushed until his entire length was enclosed to the hilt. “Teach you some manners Bunny-girl.”

Her eyes stung now, with the built-up tears that now flowed freely, dampening her hairline before dripping into the sheets.

Deku moaned, releasing her hands, needing his own to reposition his toy in the new desired position. “Up on your knees.” He remained staining at the edge of the bed, helping his darling kneel. “Posture, Bunny.” He chastised. “Arch that ass up for Daddy.”

His hand spread flat in the space between her shoulder blades, pushing her upper-body down into the sheets, gliding to enclose around the back of her neck to keep her still while the fingers of his other hand stroked chaffed fingertips up and down the tender lips of her pussy, diving between her folds to gather slick wetness he used to push into her sore hole, curling two digits into the spongey velvet walls, making her moan into the pillow she was forced against.

“Stay.” He ordered, all his warmth leaving her as she remained clutching and balling up the fabric of the sheets in her tiny useless fists, keeping her ass presented in the air, waiting with eager horror for Deku to return.

She heard him open a drawer, then click open a lid, the squirt of something she had an educated guess of what was, listened to the slick sounds of him messaging the liquid into his hands, before his heavy steps carried him back to his position behind her.

“Look at this precious little bunny-hole.” His fingers felt slippery as they rubbed and palmed her ass-cheeks, left hand lifting the plump flesh on one side, whilst the other moved to slide up and down the ravine before hooking a finger inside the top tight little ring of muscle. “Bunny needs Daddy’s cock inside her little butt, doesn’t she?” He pushed it in with ease now with the lube covering his hands, preparing the tightness by pumping the digit in and out, tickling the unsuspecting nerves that had never been played with before, the feeling strange yet surprisingly pleasant as his finger scraped downward, rubbing against a spot that had her pussy gushing around nothing. “Bunny’s tight little butt is just begging to be filled with Daddy's cock isn’t it, Bunny?”

She wasn’t too sure anymore. “No…”

He stuck another finger in with the first one at her reply, making her whine out a wail, toes curling, her one leg thumping up and down into the mattress, trying to shake and crawl away but not allowed to go anywhere with his hand reaching to recover the position it held before, holding her down, pressured around the back of her neck. “Up until now Bunny has been enjoying herself, but this attitude… tch, tch, Bunny... perhaps she needs a little reminder of who she belongs to?”

She whimpered at the feel of both his thick fingers gliding alongside each other in and out of her tight tender hole, as she clenched around them and around nothing where juices were dripping down her thighs.

“And there is no punishment without a little pain.”

He’d only been dipping his digits in halfway, and she realized this once he decided to go knuckle-deep inside her, making her jolt at the foreign feeling of something going inside, much deeper now.

She was arching her back up like a cat, trying to hide her ass from his antagonizing hands. “What have I told you about posture, Bunny?” His hand let partially go of her neck to glide up her spine, resting on the small of her back. “Give Daddy your hands.” She hesitated, taking her time to breath, feeling his fingers sink in, making her knees tremble, before she listened and folded her arms behind her, again like he’d taught her. “Now, arch your little Bunny-butt up for me.”

She took small shallow breaths as she readjusted her back into a slope again, knowing what was coming, however as she felt it, big and warm and slick and soft like velvet, riding up her drooling pussy, his fingers disappearing from playing with her hole to make room for what would soon take their place, something much bigger and much longer, both his hands grabbing each her wrists, but not before making a cross of her arms, perfectly immobile for him as he lined his aching eager cock up with her pulsating little hole, she couldn’t hold back.

“No, please, Daddy, I’ll be good.” She begged, trying to scramble away, but being to late as she was left simply sobbing into the mattress, unable to move to any other position without it hurting with how his hands had bent her arms behind her back, yet despite knowing this he still took it upon himself to raise his foot and place it down over the side of her face, stomping slightly on it as a warning to keep still. Her movement obliged, coming to a halt, though not able to contain the trembling. “Please…” She tried one last time, though knowing he had no mercy nor patience left to spare her.

“Don’t disobey Daddy.” He fit his cockhead into the dip of her back entrance again, lining up the attack. “Now Bunny, beg for Daddy to fill your little butt up.” She tried shaking her head beneath the pressure of his foot, feeling her heart in her throat, pouting and scrunching her eyes shut, sniffling so adorably, yet he couldn’t take any pity on her when this was a lesson she needed to learn. “I said beg.” He pulled her arms back, as she screamed with how her shoulder-blades were close to popping out, his foot mushing her face harder into the mattress.

“Pl- please Daddy… fill me u- up…” She blubbered, every inch of her quivering.

He quit his torture, leaving her to simply snivel. “Good girl.” And then he started pushing.

Big bulging mushroom head entering slowly as she whimpered, butthole seizing around it, swallowing it up. “You see, Bunny?” His movements stilled, letting her get used to the new feeling of having something so big fit in the firm taunt hole. “Your little butt is sucking on my cock like a lollipop.”

He aimed a drop of spit at where he was cramming inside her, the cold wetness hitting her with surprise as she slightly jumped on her knees, bouncing in the soft sponge of the mattress, the movement inadvertently making his cock rock with shallow thrusts in and out of her, messaging her opening.

He moaned at the cute gesture. “Bunny’s so eager to receive Daddy’s cock, isn’t she?” He slid farther in, making her moan as his cock dragged along the wall that separated from her pussy, making everything tighten up, her pussy feeling so empty, clenching on nothing at all, yet feeling his fat length in just the wrong place, teasing her, making her so unbelievably wet. “Tell Daddy how good it feels, Bunny.” He pulled out again, beginning a slow tempo of lolling halfway into her.

He looked to her face, flushed red and squished together beneath the sole and weight of his foot keeping her down, lips puckered and bloated, cheeks tear-stained, eyes sparkling as she mumbled on small bubbling purrs, unsure pleasure painting her face, looking like such an endearing hopeless mess as he squeezed into the tight fit of her perfect plump ass. “It feels good, Daddy.” She quavered, shaky breaths and small sniffles leaving her adorable expression.

He hummed in return, sinking just a little bit farther inside her, feeling her tense as he did, an open-mouthed whine leaving her, drool hanging like silver string from her lips. “I think Bunny can be more creative than that, can’t she?”

She knew better than to disobey, especially when he already had her in such a compromising postion, knowing he wasn’t far away from pushing all the way inside her still accommodating ass, make her scream and possibly bleed as he fucked her through yet another punishment. “Daddy’s cock feels so good. So good with your number one cock inside me. I love you, Daddy. I love Daddy’s cock. Thank you, Daddy.” She drooled out as sweetly as she could, which was sweeter than honey with how hard it was to breath in her position of being pushed into the pillow beneath her, body slunk with no way of getting up, a proper prayer-pose as Deku stuffed her even fuller, making her mew.

“That’s right…” He groaned, hips rocking slowly and carefully back and forth, opening her little butt with his thickness, messaging her insides, teasing all the sensitive provoked nerves, poking shallowly into the spot that usually had her coming were it not on the other side, in her other hole who was begging to be stimulated in a way that wasn’t half-way fulfilling and half-way terrifying. “And to think Bunny thought she didn’t want this. Daddy still hasn’t heard his apology…”

“You’re right, Daddy, I was wrong… I do want this…” Another moan was forced from her as he inched even further inside, pushing into uncharted and unsuspecting tender areas, making her bleat and sigh ever so sweetly, unable to do anything but lie there and feel every inch of him stuffing her full, taking his time enjoying her tight hole.

He moaned in awe at her words, nearly slobbering. “Daddy knows what’s best for you Bunny.” Another inch had her feeling even fuller, as though he was in her stomach. “Daddy knows what Bunny wants and needs.” He fucked with the added length for a short-lived while until pushing another full inch inside, having her whine out a moan, her ass shaking like a little tease, wiggling at him, her arms also trying ever so slightly on reflex to pull out of his grasp. “Daddy’s always right, Bunny only needs to please Daddy.”

He started sinking in inch after inch, unbothered or perhaps coaxed by how she struggled now, opting to bottom out fully, have his balls squished against her glossy pussy, his cock completely enclosed by her tight spasming butt, grunting out a shuddering groan of potent pleasure while feeling her little futile struggles trying so desperately to make him stop or slow down as he filled her up completely.

“You just need to listen… and obey.”

TIP-JAR

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vidalinav · 3 years

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Seriously trying to make a story out of this. It’s kind of fun.

They prepare for her that evening like a princess is set to arrive. All the best for a female who won’t think twice about killing him. There’s a full wardrobe, silk sheets, chocolate on her pillows. There are fresh blooming roses at every turn. Eris chooses a color of deep red for the fragrant bouquets, so she’ll think of that promise she makes him. He’ll sprinkle petals on the goddamn bed if he has too.

By the end of this, his father's head better be in her hands.

“I find it odd that she’s not going to stay with you in your own room,” Delphina jibes. She picks at the tea biscuits set on the freshly polished table. The young lady raises the cookie to her lips and Eris resists telling her to stop messing with the showcase. It’s nearly perfect without her sticky prints. “What’s the point of being married then?”

“They’re not married yet, Delphi.”

Eris spares a look to the clock and not to his oldest friend, but even that shows too much—the apprehension wiggling through his veins, hidden under courtly finery.

She arrives in less than twelve hours. Eris has marked it down to the minute. One slow turn of the longest clock hand.

“Julian, please tell your sister it’s impolite to discuss bedroom habits with a future high lord.”

“Future high lord, my ass,” the little sister in question snorts. “you’ll be lucky if your bride doesn't gut you in her first night. Is that why you’ll put her here? So, she’ll have limited access to where you sleep?"

“Is she that bloodthirsty,” Julian questions. Eris takes in his expression with an astute brow. Not the concern on his friend’s face, but the amusement. He must find it funny that they’ll be housing a potential threat. Of course, he does.

“The rest of the court thinks so,” Eris explains, casually. “Our high lord has already prepped several ways to get rid of her should need the arise.”

He tries not to grit his teeth at the words, at the mention of his father who looks at him with cautionary disdain as soon as he brings up the marriage proposal.

To house an obstinate female is one thing, to house a weapon is another.

“I’ve heard that she’s beautiful,” Julian remarks, smirking at him with that troublesome grin. “Beautiful enough to curse any male who looks at her wrongly. They say Hybern was already marked for death before the blade ever reached his throat.”

“Her sister stabbed him,” Eris dismisses with a wave of his hand. “She’s here because she has nowhere else to go.”

“And you’re just a kind future high lord offering his home?” Delphina snickers, taking another cookie from the frosted plates. Eris sighs inwardly at the trail of crumbs.

“I have need of her and she has need of me. That is all.”

“That’s all?” Delphina rolls her eyes. “You’re stupider than you think you are if that’s all. This is a plot of a romance novel.”

Eris wrinkles his nose at the same time Julian gives his sister a questioning look. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Delphina only sighs, mumbling something about males. “You’re bound to like her. Admit it, in fact, I'll bet on it. 100 gold marks. She’ll boil your blood, slam downs doors on your face, and you’ll be pacing in your room down the hall wondering when you’ll see her again.”

Julian scoffs, “Is that how you spend all your time? Reading romances?”

“Perhaps, you should read one brother. I see no females running to you.”

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

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You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more.

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people.

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course.

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman.

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss.

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck.

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

“When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?”

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

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