WELL I THINK ILL SAY A COUPLE OF WORDS IF YOU DON’T MIND I NEVER REALLY GOT ON WITH YOUR BIRD THE FIRST TIME I MET HER OUT DRESSED IN NOWT TELLING EVERYBODY YOU WERE SHAGGING ABOUT ! WELL WHOS THIS?? GOING FOR THE KISS IM PROBABLY GONNA YOSH IN YOUR MOUTH BECAUSE ITS 5 PAST 3 I CAN HARDLY SEE AND I’M ON THE VERGE OF PASSING OUT
Imagine learning that Sam and Dean were hunters and wanting to become one yourself. Dean tries to teach you, but he’s worried about you getting hurt. Feeling bad about it, Sam takes you on your first hunt but things go horribly wrong and Dean has to think quick.
Dean x Reader | Sam | Castiel (mentioned)
Warnings: Judge it by the gifs.
Nothing could have prepared you for this. This was an absolute
nightmare. To see Sam, hands bound behind his back, that gnarly gash on his
forehead, it was traumatizing enough without the memory of your own beating.
You felt your eye start to close itself shut and you were sure that you
had a loose tooth wiggling around, though it was honestly hard to tell through
all the iron building up inside your mouth.
The door to the basement opened and you feared the worst. That woman,
the blonde, she’d descend the stairs as slowly as possible, putting you and Sam
on edge as she tried to think of what she could do next.
With no idea as to what the woman wanted, you and Sam had no choice but
to sit back and take it. Sam tried countless times to have you freed, knowing
his older brother would shoot him dead if he ever found out you were captured
and tied up in a basement with no contact whatsoever.
When she appeared in the doorway, there was a triumphant smirk across
her lips that sent a shiver down your spine. You felt the snot oozing out of
your nose and the tears mixing in, not a great combination with the liquid iron
in your mouth.
She grabbed something to her side and pulled a figure into the view. You
and Sam gasped at the same time, realizing you knew this figure to be Dean. His
hands were bound in the same chains that bound yours and Sam’s, his hair was a
mess and his nose was pouring blood.
Your heart was racing against your chest, making it more difficult to
breath, to keep still. The tears you nearly had under control were now trickling
down your cheeks again. Dean was your last hope until now.
Dean was on the second step when the woman winked at you and shoved the
man down the last ten steps. There were a lot of cracks and groans and maybe
even a cry as Dean hit the concrete below with another sickening crunch.
“Dean!” You cried out, not able to stop yourself or the thrashing that
came out of you next.
Dean looked up with his eye now forming a black ring around it. He
winked with his good eye, a small hint of a smirk playing on his lips that told
you he had a plan, but you weren’t so sure. How could he have a plan like this?
He wasn’t supposed to know where you or Sam were.
“Ahhh. Is this the girlfriend?” The woman’s voice was high-pitched and
very annoying. Every time she opened her mouth you expected a mirror to break.
When no one answered, she finished walking down the stairs and picked
Dean up by his ear. You had to turn away in case anything started tearing.
“Listen,” she tossed Dean in the chair between you and Sam and chained
his feet to the ground. The chains looked too tight for Dean’s ankles and his eye
looked like it might start closing on its own any second. “I don’t actually
like doing any of this, but now that I have all three of you here, I might as
well get to the point.”
Her blonde hair was tucked so neatly into a bun, you wondered how she
was able to think. Her face reminded you of a wicked witch and her outfit, well
that was too much like an office woman and not a human who beats up people.
You sneak a glance at Dean. He’s looking right at you, his lips parted
so he could breath and his hands before him in his lap were opening and
closing, like he might be trying to get the feeling back. It hurt, knowing this
was all your fault.
“Get to it then.” Sam growled from his chair. You could barely see him,
his chair sitting just a few inches in front of Dean’s. His jaw was clenched
and his eye was twitching from his nerves. He was ready to taste blood.
The woman cackled, proving your wicked witch theory further, and she
shook her head. “You Winchesters crack me up, you know?” She stepped in front
of Sam. “Always ready for a fight. But I don’t know who this one is.” She
straightened up and looked over at you. “She’s obviously new to the hunting
scene, am I right? She hardly knew how to defend herself.”
“Leave her out of this.” Dean hissed, bringing her attention on him. She
laughed again, this time sounding like a broken cat.
“She is the girlfriend.” She smirked. “Or secret lover? Either way, it’s
a shame you won’t make it together.”
This was the dark place Dean told you about. This was why he never
wanted you to hunt. He always told you there were terrors in this world that
you could never understand. It wasn’t the werewolves, the demons, the ghosts.
He was talking about everyday normal humans with the equipment to ruin your
life and a hell of a lot of time on their hands.
This was that dark place Dean dreaded. Give him a vampire any time—as long
as it was a supernatural creature with the ability to heal itself.
You wanted nothing more than to go back two days and tell Sam this was
all a bad idea. He was only trying to help, wanting to take you on a small
hunting trip so you would know what to do. Dean was slow about training you, slow
about bringing you on the field with him, but Sam wasn’t and that was the
The other problem was that Dean found out and followed you two, getting
himself caught in the process. He was the one, the only, that could potentially
save the two of you before anything really bad happened. Not anymore.
“I’m going to give you three some time alone.” She smiled calmly then, a
scary sort of calm that made your insides crawl. She turned on her heel and
ascended the stairs, slamming the metal door shut behind her.
None of you spoke for several minutes. You were afraid she was listening
in, though that was crazy since this room was built to be soundproof.
The only sounds you could hear was their breathing and somewhere behind
you there was water hitting the floor, telling you there was some kind of leak.
Finally, Dean broke the silence. “How could you.”
His words were directed at Sam, who was clearly trying to think of a way
to get out of it. You could almost hear his brain working away two chairs over.
“Dude, she was ready.”
“She’s not ready!” Dean snapped, turning his head to look at you. “Baby,
look at me.”
You didn’t. You couldn’t.
Dean sighed. “Castiel told me. He should be upstairs right now, taking
them out. I was a distraction in case they knew how to ward the place but they’re
“We were careless.” Sam admitted.
You raise your head and look over at the younger Winchester. “Had our
backs turned when we were caught.” He dropped his head.
The door flung open once more, catching you off guard. You gasped,
peering up in the doorway, scared of what you might see until you saw the glow.
Rosy cheeks and frosted lips, snow clinging to gloves as they attempt to assemble lopsided snowmen with coal smudged smiles and coat-button eyes, sticks for arms that wave in the wind
Snowflake dusted window panes with finger sloppy ‘i love yous’ written in cursive across the fog, scarves masking pulse points, masking purple-black bruises, masking teeth marks as Draco smiles and presses a kiss to your nose
Crackling fire spitting logs and icy feet pressed against legs. ‘get your feet off of me’ Draco says, curls his fingers around red painted toes with a sugar cookie smile crumbling at the edges of his mouth
Candy- cane sharp incisors piercing the edges of sonnets murmured against your neck, fingers cold and clasped, garland strung from the mantle
A kiss beneath the mistletoe that tastes like cocoa, tastes like melting - god - a laugh in his mouth and yours and you can’t quite tell the difference
Gingerbread houses and gumdrop eyes, decorating your heart before biting it in half
Skating on thin, thin ice and staring up at the clear afternoon sky, stars stealing at the corners of the sky
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You’re making out and a member walks in (Hyungwon, I.M & Shownu)
Hyungwon; You two were in the bedroom, you laying down with him on top of you, his hands on your waist, gripping it gently as his tongue explored your mouth. He moaned a little when you sucked on his tongue gently, the atmosphere growing a little heavy.
You both pulled away from each other with a gasp and looked towards the door, seeing Jooheon standing there with a phone in his hand, and a hand over his mouth. “ Oh, Jesus.. Okay..Nevermind..” He blinked and turned around, running out of the room. Hyungwon sighed, soon letting out a chuckle as he looked at you, “Sorry.” He mumbled and kissed the tip of your nose.
I.M; You were on top of him, straddling him with your lips pressed against his. He moaned quietly into the kiss, licking over your lips and pushing his tongue inside your mouth as his hands rested on your hips.
“Changkyun-ah, let’s have a game of overw-..”
You two pulled away from each other quickly, looking at Hyungwon who was stood there, trying to hold his laughter in. “Alright, i see you’re busy. I’ll go find Kihyun.” He mumbled and snorted, walking out of the living room, leaving you two flustered. “Oh fuck.. He’s going to tease me about this forever..” Changkyun sighed and leaned his head back at the couch.
Shownu; He had you in the practice room, against the mirror, his body pressed against yours with no space between you two. His plump lips moved against yours, hands cupping your cheeks. His tongue was moving around your own, playing with it and pulling away a little to nibble on your lower lip. You two jumped up and turned around to look at the door once you heard someone walk in.
“Oh shit. Sorry Hyung, i was just.. I left my.. Nevermind i’ll get it tomorrow, continue.”
Wonho winked at you two and left the practice room, making you blush. Shownu laughed and turned to look at you again, not fazed by it at all. “Let’s continue, then.” He grinned and pressed his lips against yours again.
He’s the new boy; all white blonde hair and flinty gray eyes, a pointed jaw and pale, pale skin blurred by chlorine constellations as he lingers at the pool edge
“Who’s that?” you ask, press your elbow into Pansy Parkinson’s ribs as water splashes onto the pavement and music bangs against garage doors. “The new boy.”
And you swear that his eyes flicker over to yours, linger for a summer slick second on your skin before darting away again - all live wires strung between your ribs
“Draco,” Pansy says, lipstick smeared around her mouth in a blurred red cloud as she clutches a plastic cup to her chest. “He’s from England - I heard, goes to a really fancy private school.”
“Draco,” you repeat, words dulled beneath top-forty tremors
The name tastes like cherry soda in your mouth
The over-large watch on Pansy’s wrist reads three o’clock when you head home, heart heavy and the straps of your heels clutched between your fingers as the pavement scrapes against your bare feet
There’s a car pulling up behind you, all burnt wheels and Presley on repeat and a voice - all smooth syllables and a thick English accent - calls out, “Need a ride?”
You glance back
See the new boy - Draco - face blurred by headlights and stoplights, all blinking red
A smile playing at the edge of his mouth as he bites on the end of a cigarette
And maybe it’s the burn of vodka, the thrill of the night, the fucking shock at the base of your spine as he stares at you
But you’re saying, “Okay,” and his smile is being eclipsed by a smirk as you slide into the passenger seat, leather sticky against your thighs
“Draco,” he says, taps his finger against the stick shift
“I’m-” you start, are swiftly interrupted by the rev of the car and the green of the traffic light
“I know,” he says -
And it feels like they’re drag racing
So this is how it goes,
You see him again at the beach, waves crashing onto craggy shores and sunburn stinging on your shoulders
He recognizes you, ankle deep in spin cycle sea foam, raises an arm and rakes his eyes over your red-striped bathing suit
Fourth of July fireworks exploding between your toes and hazy days are melding into melancholy weeks; knees knocking as you sit on curbs with popsicles sticky against your fingers, the pink neon sign on the all-night-diner blinking like his smile, flashing like ambulance hearts as he holds a gun to your chest and demands your heart -
You never have had a firm hold on it
and wilting like summer ghosts, lying on the road in the early morning with laughs thick in their mouths and music buzzing in their ears
Liquor stores and drive in movies, hands so close that they can almost touch
So this is how it ends,
Summer drowns at the bottom of a swimming pool and they watch from the top of a creaking ferris wheel
All Draco’s fingers on your jaw and his eyes on your mouth
All notebook hearts with your names drawn through the center and stitched through with an arrow as he presses his mouth to yours -
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White females who fuck BBC should never be using a condom. They should only be fucking bareback. A BBC should always be allowed to use your mouth, ass, and pussy without having to use a condom. It’s an honor and a privilege to allow a BBC to put his fluids inside of you. Yes there are risks associated with this, but your mindless body is for their enjoyment. You need to surrender your body to them as it is no longer yours.