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Don’t Leave ~Dean Winchester~

Request:

Hey! Can you do a oneshot where you dated Dean like 10 years ago but had to break it off due to family issues on his end, you bump into him in a bar 10 years later and find out he has a girlfriend, but old feelings arise between you both and there's a lot of flirting and reminiscing until you give in and there's a whole lot of dirty rough sex (none of them regret it). Thanks!

Warnings: Rough sex

Pairings: Platonic!reader x Sam, ex!reader x Dean

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The tar road of the parking lot crunched underneath your boots as you climbed out of the passenger seat of a truck. The rain trickling down ever so slightly onto your leather jacket. The crisp night burning at your lungs.

Another date night, another bar, another one night stand that you probably won’t ever see again or remember for that matter.

The bright eyed, pale face ran around to your side. You forced a smile as he grabbed your hand. He was good-looking, well-off, and evidently liked you, so you convinced yourself to give it a go.

In between hunting and constantly moving around the country there wasn’t much for you to look forward to at the end of every day. This although, was nice, enough, for now.

“I do really enjoy this place, great food and great beer.” Paul, your date beamed. You smiled as his hand squeezed yours leading you towards the bar. You silently hoped you didn’t end up in the bedroom with him.

“Well, we are in luck, I am both hungry and thirsty.” you joked and he chuckled. You both quickly approached the entrance to the bar, the music pouring out loudly with every whip open from the door.

You followed Paul into the bar, the warmth rolling over your shoulders. Almost instantly bringing a calm and relaxing mood over your body.

“I’ll get us a drink!” he called over the music and you nodded your eyes drifting towards the pool table.

“Do you play pool?” you called back and his quickly whipped back, going back and forth between you and the green table.

“Not really, don’t like it” he stated, looking uninterested at the suggestion.

“I’ll show you!” You smiled back as he turned and walked towards the bar. You could’ve sworn he rolled his eyes.

You shook your head slightly, trying not to self destruct the date before it had even started. You quickly made your way through a sea of bodies, placing a coin on the table to ensure you would get the next game. If Paul didn’t like pool this might help you get some sort of conversation going.

The music was blaring, people were chatting and laughing. Some were dancing on a dance floor and you couldn’t wait to loosen up and get a drink down you as quickly as humanly possible. It had been a hard few days of hunting and doing it by yourself was taking a toll.

You found a bar stool and table close to the pool area. You quickly slid off your leather jacket to reveal your lace bodysuit emphasising your toned arms and showing your midriff off, through the tight lace. You caught Paul’s eyes in the crowd coming over with two drinks in his hands.

You waved him over as you silently took a seat. His eyes rolled over your toned shoulders and you almost suddenly felt too exposed. He quietly sat down and slid your pint over to you.

“Thank you!” you smiled, “We are in next, for a game.”

He nodded and turned towards the pool table.

“Or I’ll just play the winner, whatever works.” you suggested, he nodded slightly. “That way we can do it together.”

He nodded again and you inhaled deeply. An awkward tension fell over you suddenly as you took a long sip of the beer.

“So, do you enjoy the corporate world?” you questioned as his eyes came back to yours.

“Yes I do, lots of room to improve and move up in.” he answered poignantly, taking a long sip of his pint. You forced a smile, sipping on the beer, attempting to think of another talking point. The conversation online had been so incredibly dry but he was willing to meet in person and you were hoping for the best.

Maybe he just couldn’t translate well via messages? But, as the date ticked on, you realised quickly it was the same in person.

“I’ve always thought of pursuing it as a career.” you lied, hoping that you sounded enthusiastic enough but to your surprise, he let a laugh escape his mouth and your eyes slightly widened.

“Sure!” he laughed again and your eyebrows furrowed. You were about to interject when someone’s voice halted you a stop.

“Next game!”

You slowly stood up, attempting to push your annoyance with Paul to the side for laughing at your attempt to make some sort of conversation with him. Fuck you, you silently thought.

You shook your head and approached the table when your eyes landed on the one and only,

Dean Winchester.

You hadn’t realised all the emotion that was still attached to his face, but every single bit flooded into your head as if flood gates had broken. It made your arms numb. Your tummy released a flock of butterflies and your heart rate increased.

He looked just as surprised as you were and within an instant, smiles broke across both of your faces.

“Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck, embracing him. He squeezed you tightly and spun you around laughing into your neck.

“Y/N, it has been too long.” he called out laughing, sipping the last of his pint. You laughed with him, shaking your head in agreement.

“It really has Dean.” you stated, almost teary eyed at the surprise of seeing him. Sam suddenly appeared behind him and you broke into yet another wide smile.

“Sam!” you called as he embraced you for a hug.

“Oh Y/N it is so good to see you.” he said as you had to swallow a few more tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. You suddenly felt warm, your heart felt at ease and you felt that you could finally unwind but before you could continue chatting with the boys, Paul suddenly appeared next to you, hand around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Y/N, who’s your friends?” he questioned as you frowned at the odd gesture. A minute ago mocking you, and now seemingly very insecure.

“Paul, these are two old friends. We worked together about 10 years ago.” you smiled as they nodded, introducing themselves.

Dean’s eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary, especially on Paul’s uninvited hand on your waist.

“Sam and Dean, nice to meet you.” Paul nodded, averting his attention to you.

“Should we get onto pool then Y/N?” he questioned and you nodded.

“It’s actually one of you competing against the winner of the previous game.” Sam stated smiling,

“Which is Dean.”

Your eyes widened as you smiled towards him. Paul stiffened next to you, almost tightening his grip on your waist.

“You are so on, Winchester.” you chuckled. Paul’s eyebrows furrowed as you pulled yourself from his arm. “Y/N” your name echoed, “We should probably head off to get a table, for dinner, or just head some other place.”

You turned slightly as Paul shifted uncomfortably, you nodded slowly.

“One game, and I am sure our table will be ready. I can show you how to play too.” your answered as he pulled you closer.

“It seems to me you are a little too comfortable around your work mates.” he sneered into your ear.

“Look, Paul. Go ahead, if you’d like to go that is fine, but I would like to stay.” you responded quietly,

“I get we are on a date but I think we both know we aren’t each others cup of tea and that it isn't going to go anywhere, you are welcome to join us but if you are not comfortable. I do understand.”

His eyes were wide in astonishment as he slowly nodded. You did feel a pinch of heartache, the type you get when you know you are being slightly unreasonable but it was true, that this was never going to eventuate into anything. Without saying anything else he turned and left.

You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, and cracked a smile when Sam threw his arm around your shoulder.

“Where did you get that guy? Jesus.” he chuckled. Dean’s eyes were still glued to you as you smiled at him.

“Well, I didn’t just end a date for you to keep staring at me like this. Are we going to play or not?” you slickly questioned as Dean smirked.

“God, have we missed you.”

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A couple of hours later and about 10 whiskey shots in, you were seated clutching at your belly with laughter. Sam’s head back and Dean’s laugh filling your head to the brim.

“Man, do you remember that time when Y/N tased Ed from ghostfacers?” Sam laughed, mimicking the “GHOSTFACERS” in the deepest voice imaginable. You burst out laughing again,

“I mean, c’mon do you blame me?” you called out as you caught Dean’s lingering eyes on you again.

“Dean looked like he was going to murder either one of them at any given point in time.” You teased, shoving his arm ever so slightly. Noticing he had gone quiet.

“Anyway, what have you been up to?” Sam questioned, “Linking up with other hunters?”

“Here and there, but mostly on my own.” you retorted,

“I mean tonight was the exception, just wanted to feel normal, but it rarely ever works out.”

“Well I am happy that our paths crossed again, but I need another drink and so do you two.” Sam stated, getting up with a long screech of the chair. You smiled over at Dean and he caught your eyes. Too many whiskey shots impairing your thought process.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you, for what you did for me.” you spoke suddenly and his head turned to you.

“You helped me become such a strong hunter and helped me through so much of my own trauma and I am deeply sorry for never being able to do that for you.”

“No, no, no, don’t.” he started leaning forward,

“Do not apologise when we both know it was my fault you left.” he croaked, you swore you could almost see him tear up.

“Dean, don’t start with this.” you spoke up, leaning over and placing a hand on his forearm. He almost twitched at your touch.

“It was just the wrong time for us.” you softly reassured. He nodded.

You both knew at the time you were perfect for one another, in each and every aspect of your life together it was a match made in heaven, but he was taking on too much in his life, too much responsibility for you to be a priority for him.

A tear tore at your cheek, you chuckled.

“But, it was not all for nothing. I’ve got two amazing people, who I still love and care for here now, catching up and thinking back to all the good times we've shared,” you sniffled,

“And I wouldn’t give that up for the world.”

He smiled, squeezing your hand tightly. Sam returned managing to carry three more whiskey shots to the table. You and Dean both groaned in protests and laughter escaped from Sam.

“Just drink it.” he stated. You clinked your glasses together and threw the whiskey down your throat. It violently burning at your throat. You exhaled sharply,

“So, what else has been happening in the life of the Winchesters?” you chuckled, leaning back on the chair. Sam and Dean both chuckled. Dean’s eyes shifting uncomfortably as Sam’s gaze landed on you.

“Well other than Dean getting tied down by a girl, not much other than hunting.” Sam shrugged his shoulders and your eyes widened.

A pang of sadness, guilt, and regret pooled over your chest. Your eyes stayed glued to your empty glass, slowly spinning it around in your hand.

“Yep, always me, getting tied down there Sammy.” Dean’s voice came, annoyance laced in his tone.

“Well, congratulations on having a little bit of normalcy in your lives then.” you laughed, breaking the odd tension.

“I had to pretend that I would like to explore and climb the corporate ladder tonight.” you scoffed and Sam gave a low whistle as Dean leaned back in his chair.

“Ah, the joys. Well, Molly doesn’t know about any of this.” Dean lowly stated, as you nodded.

“Well, I don’t blame you. It’s a big responsibility to carry.”

The conversation dwindled as you took a slow slip of the glass of water that remained untouched until now.

“Well, I think that is my cue. One too many whiskey shots for me.” Sam stated, getting up. He placed a kiss to your temple and squeezed your shoulders slightly.

“Goodnight sweetheart, come by tomorrow and we can see if we can crack this poltergeist case.” he stated, lazily and drunkenly wandering out of the bar. You nodded, calling a goodnight sentiment after him. Silence fell over the table.

“I’m sorry about that. I should’ve told you sooner.” Dean angrily stated.

“No, no, no. It is fine.” you reassured,

“I guess after 10 years there are still some feelings there.” you drunkenly continued. His eyes slightly widened, and you almost stabbed yourself with the blunt butter knife on the table.

“Like I mean not like that, but like feelings you know,” you murmured on, eventually placing your hands on your cheeks as Dean let out a low laugh.

“I didn’t actually think “like that” but now I am.” he stated, locking eyes with you. Your eyes widened as he let out another low chuckle.

“Dean Winchester.” you warned, reminding not only Dean but yourself of the seriousness of this situation. He nodded, putting his hands up in defence as you felt a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Well, we should probably follow Sammy’s example and head off to bed.” you announced, slipping on your jacket. You and Dean lazily walked out of the bar and stood outside, shaded from the rain.

“Well, I am right across from here.” Dean lazily pointed. You nodded,

“I am across town, so I will see you tomorrow.”

Dean nodded, wrapping his arms around you. He squeezed you in a longing manner and all you could think about was how safe and secure his embrace felt. Nothing prepared you for what happened next.

Dean swiftly pushed you up against the wall, planting a deep kiss on your mouth. Squeezing you tightly. He tasted of whiskey, and something that just made him, Dean.

You were so shocked a sudden and deep moan escaped your mouth as your mouths melted together. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or your own lust that kept you there longer but you quickly pushed him away as every inch of your body protested.

“Dean, w-we sh-shouldn’t do this.” you struggled, as his orbs rolled over your facial features.

“Y/N, all I can think about is, you.” Dean stated in frustration,

“I have never felt the same about anyone after you.”

Your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he kissed you again. This time you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, pull him close and feel him against you. Your body had longed to be in his embrace, once again.

“Come with me?” Dean questioned, out of breath from the kiss. You inhaled sharply, quickly shaking your head.

“No, Dean, I mean...” you struggled, fidgeting with your hands,

“We can’t do... and what about Molly...”

You saw his face shift as he too came to the harsh reality of what you both were doing. He swallowed heavily, pulling away from you. The warmth of his body suddenly leaving you, it was suddenly too cold.

He ran his hand over his face roughly and you almost burst out into tears, from pure frustration, hatred towards the situation you had gotten yourself into and seeing him so upset.

“You know it’s never going to work with Molly.” Dean’s voice cut through the air, and your eyes glued to his every move.

“I will call her now if I need to, but I don’t want to leave you,” Dean’s voice cracked,

“ever, again.”

His eyes were filled to the brim with tears threatening to run down his face. You closed the gap between you. His jaw tightened,

“Everyday I wake up knowing that I lost you, I didn’t fight for you and that I didn’t do enough to keep you in my life.”

Your eyes widened as he paced in front of you. The feelings of regret and sadness pooling over his face.

“We don't have to do anything tonight.” he murmured,

“I just don’t want to lose you again.”

You smiled at him, closing the gap between you and slowly taking his hands in yours.

“Dean, you never lost me.”

“Come with me?” Dean questioned, again.

“Yes, of course.” you responded as a smile cracked across his face.

“Well, we will have to make a run for it.” he laughed, out.

You ran laughing in the rain, across to the motel. Dean and Sam had booked seperate rooms, and at the back of your mind you were so extremely grateful.

Dean quickly opened the door, and before you knew it, he had you up against the door. His kisses and embrace had more passion than before, more want and more need. He kissed and sucked harshly on your sweet spot- the one he’s clearly not forgotten. He teased moans out of you, that only he was ever able to do.

“Oh god, how I've missed hearing that voice.” he lowly growled against your skin. You suddenly realised how wet you must be, warming more and more as he continued to kiss and bite at your neck.

A bruise or two bound to be evident.

“You still like it rough Y/N?” he questioned, pulling away slightly and you nodded.

“I appreciate all the questions but can -” you managed as he grabbed a hold of your clothed sex, providing the right amount of pressure to make you bite back a scream. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling at the t-shirt. He chuckled lowly.

“I have missed the sarcasm, and I’ve missed how you squirm and moan.” he teased as you shot him a warning glare. He pulled your jacket off, discarding it somewhere in the room, turned you and pulled down your jeans.

Your head pressed against the door, panting in frustration and need for him.

“Did you think I was going to give it to you that easily?” Dean chuckled in your ear, making you groan in want. You slowly turned, stripping off whatever clothes you still had on. His mouth glued to your skin.

“Well, it is your turn.” you teased, “To get undressed.”

You walked towards the bed and seductively waited for Dean to get close enough behind you, before bending forwards slowly. Feeling him harden through his boxers. He groaned as he gripped your hips tightly.

“God, I have missed every bit of you.” he panted, pulling his boxers down. You squirmed, arching your hips back in hoped of feeling more of him- but he slipped inside of you easily and pushed forward in a hard motion.

“Dean!” you exclaimed as he repeated the motion again, hands gripping onto your waist. Your fingers getting lost in the bed sheet as he continued to fuck you hard from behind.

He leaned forward pressing up against your back, still deep inside of you. Gripping you tightly, clearly struggling himself. He stilled.

“C’mon Dean, don’t tell me someone is struggling.” you teased as he chuckled against your skin, slowly pulling out of you. You almost moaned at the loss of his cock inside of you.

He flipped you around and planted his mouth onto yours once more. Before you knew it, he slammed himself into your wet sex and you both moaned into each other.

“Dean” you whimpered, as his eyes locked with yours.

“You okay?” he quickly whispered, slowing his actions. You nodded,

“I’m close.” you managed and he smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead, slamming hard into you once more. You moaned loudly, body going numb with pleasure as you gripped onto Dean.

“There you go sweetheart” he ushered as your moaning grew louder with every thrust of his body. Your eyes squeezed shut as Dean’s movements grew harder and harder.

“Come for me Y/N.” he whispered and that was what pushed you straight over the edge. Dean’s thrust didn’t falter as you came, body twitching with the wave of pleasure that crashed through your core. Then you felt him reach the peak of his pleasure thrusting into you and movements sputtering as his body went limp against yours, holding you tightly.

He fell down next to you, embracing you and pulling you close to him. Resting his chin on your shoulder, kissing your shoulder as both of you regained your breath.

“Everything with you in, is better.” he whispered. You smiled,

“You have to tell me that because we just had sex.” you joked. He chuckled,

“Very true, but I don’t lie.” he answered back, squeezing you ever so slightly.

“Don’t leave.” he murmured against your skin.

“Never again.” you whispered back as you both drifted off into a deep sleep, knowing that you were in the arms of the only person that has ever truly cared, seen and loved you for you.

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simplyrochellemari · 1 year

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Hey…so I was just bored and looking through Tumblr and got to your like page…

So, how are you feeling? I hope your day was okay, if you want to talk to someone you can chat with me…one internet stranger to another internet stranger

How sweet. Thank you! I am okay. How are you? I hope your day was good. xx

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simplyrochellemari · 2 years

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End to a long hiatus!

Hi everyone!

I am back after a long hiatus and to be writing again feels so so incredibly great. I have an updated Master List linked in this post. I hope to get back on the bandwagon soon and get my posts up to 1-2 a day soon but all in good time.

Feel free to send me some requests as my creative juices are flowing :)

https://simplyrochellemari.tumblr.com/post/159796754091/simply-the-masterlist

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simplyrochellemari · 2 years

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No rest for the wickedness ~Dean Winchester~

Summary: You watch Dean go to hell.

Pairings: Platonic!Sam Lover!Dean

Warnings: None in particular but just gruesome and sad.

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“Oh for god’s sake would you two stop bickering and focus.” Sam retorted as your eyes fell across the lawn that sprawled out in front of you. The cold air of the evening gnawing at your skin.

Ruby and Dean finally quieted down and your laboured breathing became evident. For the first time in a long time, you were afraid. Scared of what the end of this night might mean for everyone. You, Sam, Bobby even Ruby.

Only a couple hours left to save Dean from the deal. Only a couple of hours to save the man, lover, friend and family you have found in him. Sam and you were the literal embodiment of siblings but Dean, that man became so much more to you than you could’ve ever imagined. He was your person.

You were scared out of your mind and you could feel that oh so familiar feeling, icing you to the bone, the dread and anxiety. A reassuring arm pulled you from your little freeze and you startled slightly.

“Y/N, you okay?” Sam’s voice came soft and caring. The muffled noise around you dissipating and everything becoming excruciatingly clear.

“Yeah, I am fine.” you quickly stated as you could feel both Dean and Sam’s eyes roll over your frame, worried, probably, but who wasn’t at this point.

You could hear Ruby’s cruel laugh from the inside of her chest and you almost rolled your eyes.

“Y/N reeks of fear, extreme fear, Lilith can probably smell her from here.” Ruby sneered and without thinking you grabbed the knife out of Dean’s grip, shoving her up against the gate you were standing behind. She swallowed heavily and her body tensed as you pressed the cold knife against her bare shoulder.

“Fear makes people do stupid things Ruby, watch yourself.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Everyone calm down. We are no use to anyone dead or fighting one another.” Dean rambled, waving his own hands around in pure anxiety. You stepped back and Ruby turned flashing her black eyes at you.

‘Bitch’ you thought.

“For once Dean is right, just try and not shake like a goddamn leaf.” Ruby clapped back and you rolled your eyes.

Your eyes casted back to the lawn and the surrounding houses and you almost groaned. People from each house now standing on the edge of the pathways, staring straight towards you. There were too many dark, demonic and black eyes gazing in your direction, too many to fight off.

You didn’t pray often, but tonight you prayed. Prayed that everything just for once went according to plan and that if there was some sort of higher power, he or she would listen.

“Well I am guessing Lilith isn’t going to be surprised?” Sam questioned as your eyes scanned for an exit route between the sea of the possessed bodies.

“I don’t know what is taking Bobby so long, he should’ve-” but before Dean could finish his sentence the sprinklers came on clearing a pathway to the front door that Lilith was supposedly behind.

“Go!” Dean’s voice erupted as you flung open the gate. Breaking into a sprint across the lawn. The cold air coming into your lungs so quickly it stung, your lungs burned as you cleared it over the section. You heard Dean’s victory chuckle as you ran up the porch, a small win in a very long night.

“Go, go, go- inside.” Ruby hissed as we all piled inside, we barely had time to catch our breath as the eery quiet wave of the house fell over us as the door latched.

We all stood for a couple of seconds trying to sense any movement. The smell of death lingered in the house. Not just because of the elderly women’s body covered in insects laying at your feet, it was embedded in the walls.

Automatically Ruby and Sam gravitated towards the right of the house leaving Dean and yourself alone at the entrance. Your gun had found its way into your hand and your hands shook, visibly, you tried to stabilise it but Dean slowly laid a hand on your shaking arm.

“Y/N,” Dean whispered and you turned your head towards him feeling your eyes well up with tears.

“What?” you hissed, viscously biting down on your lip.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” he smirked. A tight smile spread across your lips trying to hold back the tears you’ve been holding in over the last few months. You both had never really bothered with “I love you” especially not Dean but this was his way of letting you know he does.

“And I’ll do everything in my power to pull you from hell Dean Winchester.” you whispered back as he winked at you, tears in his own eyes that he quickly blinked away. You started moving towards the left, scanning every inch of the house.

“Dean! Y/N!” Sam’s voice thundered as you neared the staircase. You bolted closer staring up as he came down followed by Ruby, another women and the little girl that was supposedly being possessed by Lilith.

“Lilith must be here somewhere else, she wouldn’t just leave” Ruby chimed. You almost groaned but focused on helping the little girl and her mother to the basement to hide behind a salt line. Once they disappeared you turned towards the boys.

“Okay, she’s got Sam and Dean here. 2 for 1 special guys. Where’s this whore hiding?” You blurted, annoyed, you were running out of time.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chimed in as your head lolled to him, you winked and he gave you a small smile.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” you defended but before anyone could say anything an icy cold wisp of wind tore through the house. Your eyes whipped to Dean’s as he swallowed heavily.

“Hell hounds.” he breathed.

“Dean where?” Sam echoed as you turned your back immediately, standing in front of Dean protectively. Dean motioned to where the hounds were coming from.

“Everyone in here now!” Ruby called over the howling of the hounds. You felt Dean move behind you and broke into a sprint behind him into the room where Ruby was standing followed by Sam.

The doors slammed shut and you placed your full body weight on them, reeling at the howling and barking coming from the other side of it.

“Someone help.” you exclaimed through gritted teeth as Sam’s tall figure appeared next to you pushing against the demonic beings that were coming to get Dean.

“Dean, stay back!” you yelled as he quickly trickled a line of goofer dust to the bottom of the door. The howling and intense pushing from the other side of the door suddenly disappeared. Sam’s eyes caught yours and you both stepped away vigilantly.

“Bastards.” Dean exclaimed hands balled into fists. You slowly turned as Sam paced to the window. Ruby stood still as your eyes caught Dean’s.

He was scared and you wanted to break into a sprint and hold him.

Hold him tight and protect him from everything.

You would do anything to pull him out of this contract and save him from the agony and pain he’s about to endure.

It made you feel sick to your stomach.

“Where’s the knife?” you asked as Sam pulled it from his jacket and you nodded.

“Just checking.” you whispered.

“Well folks, I’ve got a minute left.” Dean said as he clapped his hands together.

“We’ll find Lilith.” Sam gritted and Ruby gurgled almost in a laugh.

“Sam she’s long gone and this one is going to go to hell because we can’t fight off those hellhounds.” Ruby exclaimed angrily, motioning towards Dean.

“Then leave,” you hissed suddenly as Sam slowly walked closer to Ruby “plus I thought you were convinced she was still here.”

They knew and so did you. Ruby made eye contact with you, and you weren’t met with the dark eyes, but the light grey Lilith eyes. You lurched forward at her and Sam extended his arm to sink the knife into what you now know as Lilith’s neck.

But everything stopped mid air. Your body flung to the nearest wall and you grunted out in pain. Opening your eyes the same happened to Sam and Dean and just like that Lilith won.

“Where’s Ruby you bitch?” you called out.

“I sent her far, far, far away.” Lilith hissed slowly walking closer to the door.

“Please Lilith take me instead.” you breathed as she chuckled. Dean and Sam both protesting in the background.

“I’ll become one of you. I’ll serve you. I’ll steal souls whatever sick demon thing you want me to do but just don’t take Dean, please.” you begged. She stared at you and laughed.

“Don’t you worry sweetheart- you will become one of us one day- but I can’t starve hell from some Winchester flesh.” she chuckled.

“Y/N close your eyes. I don’t want you to see this.” Dean exclaimed, “-you too Sammy. I love you both- look after each other.” Dean finished as Lilith flung the door open and the hell hounds broke through.

The scream that erupted from you was laced with pure agony and pain. You didn’t do as you were told, instead you screamed and pulled against Lilith’s restraints and watched Dean being torn into pieces.

You screamed and you didn’t think the pain would ever stop.

Lilith’s hold on you suddenly disappeared as Dean stopped moving completely and the howling disappeared. He was in hell.

You turned to look at Sam, who’s tear streaked face stared at you. You both broke, everything inside you broke. You crawled towards Dean’s body as the sobs tore through yours.

Your body shaking as you hoisted him onto your lap with great effort and stroked his hair. His eyes vacant and unmoving. Sam plopped down next to you with immense effort and sobbed.

“Oh god please.” you cried out, “Please god no.”

The tears did not seize, for days, maybe weeks.

The pain although lingered forever. The pain of loosing Dean was like a poisonous plant so dark and barbed and with each breath you took to live through the pain it wrenched it’s barbs into your heart, tearing away at life itself and ripping holes in your soul.

You wanted him back and nothing would be able to stop that hurt.

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simplyrochellemari · 5 years

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Do you rp?

Just depends :)

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simplyrochellemari · 5 years

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may I have link to your masterlist please? I'm looking forward to reading more of your works!

http://simplyrochellemari.tumblr.com/post/159796754091/masterlist

There you go xx

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simplyrochellemari · 5 years

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Hey, you know your James Conrad flying fic? I saw the story on Wattpad by WarriorDarkTail, she took your story. It's on Various x Reader {Completed}. I just thought I should let you know

Hey thank you for letting me know xx Quite annoying despite them briefly stating “not original works”.

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simplyrochellemari · 6 years

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Hey :) I loved your James Conrad imagine. Is there a chance you'll write another one bc they are so rare?

Hey! I would love to! Would you mind giving me some ideas as too what you were after? :)

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simplyrochellemari · 6 years

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Girl can I pleeeeeaassseeee get your masterlist? I can’t find a link anywhere😭 and I’m so eager to binge your masterpieces

Naww! So sweet of you hon xx I’ve inboxes you 😘

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simplyrochellemari · 6 years

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Flashlight ~Sam Winchester~

Summary: You and Dean are in a destructive relationship. Sam is always there to pick you up and one night things go further.

Pairings: sam x reader

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, verbally abusive relationship, angst.

“Dean don't, do this again!” you called after him as he stalked towards the door of the bunker.

He spun around on his heel,

“No!” he called out, “You don't do this!”

Your eyes shot venom at him as he heaved in frustration and anger. His jaw clenched as you almost grabbed a vase and threw it across the room at him.

“Alright you go drink your problems away!” you hissed at him. He stepped closer to you in one dangerous step.

“I don't drink my problems away Y/N.” he defended.

“Oh okay sorry, run away from them rather than actually resolving the problem!” you called out sarcasm dripping from your words.

“Oh Y/N it is always this with you- I want to fix it but you won't fucking let me!” he snapped back.

“Because what you mean by fixing is saying sorry, fucking and doing the same shit again!” you yelled out.

“I’m going. Don't wait up.” he hissed pulling his jacket on.

“Trust me- I won't.” you spat as the door fell shut. The silence reverberating off the wall.

The soft hum of Sam’s MP3 player the only noise disturbing the awkward and tension filled silence in the bunker. You stood stagnant staring at the bunker door.

You didn't know if you wanted to cry, scream, laugh. All of the emotions hit you at once.

Suddenly you heard movement behind you which made you flinch.

“Y/N?” a gravelly voice came. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Sam, God, I’m so sorry.” you turned around and his soft eyes caught yours. You swallowed heavily to prevent yourself from crying and Sam noticed almost immediately. He knew all too well.

“Hey it’s alright.” he tried, as he stepped closer to you as tears slowly started rolling over your cheeks. He pulled you close to his chest and let you hold on to him as the emotions overcame you.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” he breathed, slowly rubbing your back.

You pulled away from him as he gently pushed hair out of your face.

“I’m so sorry Sam. I’m such a mess.” you choked, wiping violently at tears.

“Y/N, don’t be sorry. Come on.” he reassured, pulling you slightly behind him,

“I’ve boiled the kettle. I’ll make you some coffee.”

You fell silent as he led you towards the lounge in the bunker and here his music was humming evidently. The words of a song familiar to you enveloping you like wildfire and calming your heart that was beating a million miles a minute.

This was what always happened with Dean. You couldn’t get the stubborn man to listen, sit down and talk out the problems your 2 year relationship had incurred. You wished he would just help you carry all of this bullshit instead of scurrying away and leaving you to pull all of it.

You stared at the stack of books on the coffee table, deep in thought, until Sam gently sat down next to you with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

“What are you thinking?” he breathed handing you the cup.

“Everything. Honestly everything is going through my mind at the same god damn time” you said sipping the coffee allowing the warm liquid to drizzle down your throat.

“Everything at once and all I want to do is just to clear every fucking thought in my head.” you breathed placing the cup on the table as Sam smiled softly. You leaned back against the couch groaning.

“And I want everything with Dean to either go away, fix itself or disappear” you exclaimed. Sam chuckled,

“Come, stand up.” he breathed and you frowned as he took your hand and led you out to an open space in the lounge.

“Sam what the hell are you doing?” you breathed.

“Taking your mind off things.” he replied.

‘What day is it and in what month this clock never seemed so alive.’

The song hummed in the background as Sam pulled you incredibly close to him. His breath fanning your ear.

“Just try to clear your head, relax and forget everything with Dean, with hunting- just everything.” he whispered and you nodded closing your eyes as you both swayed to the music.

Sam’s hand slowly caressing the small of you back and his other hand enveloping your frail and shaking fingers.

You slowly laid your head against his chest, listening to him hum with the song. His breathing calm and collective.

‘Cause it’s you and me and all other people and I don’t know why but I can’t keep my eyes off of you’

The words hit you hard as Sam’s heart hammered against his chest as you pulled your head from his chest to check if he was okay. His soft glance rolled over your face and slowly his hand found its way to your cheek where tear stains still flecked your skin.

‘You got my head spinning. I don’t know where to go from here.’

He inhaled as you stared at the man that had always been there picking up the broken pieces of you. The scattered pieces, the pieces that you threw away, the pieces that were stolen from you, the pieces that Dean broke off of you.

He was always, always, always there ready to put you together or at least try.

Then the unexpected happened. His eyes slowly slid to your plump lips and yours to his.

Leaning in his lips melted in yours, moving together just like your bodies that were swaying with the music. His arm pulled you dangerously close to his body pressing you flush against him- giving him the chance to deepen the kiss.

Your arms snaked around his neck as you kissed him with a newfound passion and a fire ignited within in you something you had thought was lost. You were lost in the beautiful passionate bliss that was Sam Winchester and he in yours when he pulled away.

Everything was cut short, even the sudden cold and crisp air of the bunker hit you hard. He stepped back hand on his mouth.

“Y/N...” he started and you averted your eyes. Your eyes dropped to the floor. He regretted it. Regretted it big time and you could feel it in the shift of mood in the room.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have. I wasn’t thinking about you or...” he trailed off and a wave of emotion overcame you.

“or Dean right?” you questioned and he only nodded, slowly sweeping his hair back.

“You’re sorry Sam but I’m not.” you whispered sheepishly. “And I know this makes me a horrible person but what you just made me feel I've been looking for, for so long and I thought it was me but...”

His eyebrows knitted together in compassion and sympathy as he bit his lip. You shook your head shaking the unfinished sentence.

“And I'm sorry if you didn't feel the same thing but God Sam I'm so lost.” you whispered your own voice cracking as he sighed knowingly.

“I’ve been so lost for so long and somehow you are always standing somewhere with a fucking flashlight pulling me back and helping me get back to being me and loving me in a way that you only could given I was with your brother.”

His mouth hung open slightly startled at the words that left your mouth. And for the however many time that night it was like cold water was thrown onto your body and you realised what you just confessed to him.

“Oh dear God Sam. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t have to say anything.” you apologised. A moment of silence between the two of you made you realise what you had to do.

“I’m just going to leave. That’s what we all need.” you breathed carefully and Sam flinched at the words.

“That’s not what I need” he confessed and stalked over to you. You looked at him startled but before you could protest, or say anything for that matter he had his arms around you and his lips roaming yours as if it was the most familiar thing to him. Like it was the only thing he knew.

He pushed you backwards faster than you anticipated and your back hit a wall. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he moaned into the kiss.

The action surprised you so much that you pulled his hair slightly at the nape of is neck and his mouth roamed the soft spot behind your ear. He slowly pulled away to stare into your eyes.

“Is this okay?” he questioned.

“Yes Sam. This is more than okay.”

“Then jump.” he instructed and you did as you were told. Jumping wrapping your legs around his waist as he attacked your neck with bites, licks, and soft kisses. He slowly walked you to his room, kicking the door closed with one swift movement once you arrived inside.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I was never jealous because I knew I could give you all that he could and more.” he whispered.

“It broke me too see how he treated you and I knew. I knew if I got the chance to give you what you deserve I would.” he explained as he stood before the bed with you in his arms.

“And this is it sweetheart. I’m with you if you’re with me?”

Your heart warmed as you placed a soft kiss to his forehead gripping his head between your palms.

“I’m with you.” you whispered. And he suddenly dropped you onto the bed.

“Then get ready sweetheart.” he breathed, “Because you have no idea what you do to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he slipped off his shirt. Your core heated at his words as you slowly started undressing for him whilst sitting on the bed.

You stood up from the bed only wearing your bra and panties smiling at Sam. He grinned.

“You’re in trouble now sweetheart.” he chuckled walking towards you only in his boxers.

He pushed you back down on the bed and your body warmth enveloped each others as he pushed his bulge against your panty clad core.

This alone sent a spark flying through your core as your back arched. Sam chuckled his hair tousled as he stared down at you.

“First one to make a noise looses.” he stated confidently, grinning.

“You are on Sam.” you determinately said a sly smile crossing his face as his cold hand suddenly slipped into your underwear- not touching anything just disturbing the warmth of your core.

You bit your lower lip as your back arched off the bed in pure pleasure again.

“Almost got you there”

“No chance Sammy.” you answered quickly flipping the both of you. You straddling him. He looked taken aback as you flung his hands to above his head. You ran your hands down his body and positioned yourself right above the crowning bulge.

You let yourself grind down on him hard and suddenly for him as pleasure shot through your core, he tensed amazingly under your touch and you caught him biting his lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

You repeated the same action and his hands flew to your hips. He exhaled slowly trying to compose himself.

“Close.” he chuckled, “But I’m going to win.”

He quickly flipped you over, sneaking his hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, seductively sliding it down your arms leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“You’re beautiful.” he whispered leaning down and not hesitating to place his mouth over one nipple, his hand slowly massaging the other, tweaking the peaked nipple every so often. He swapped breasts and the sensation built a knot straight in your core.

“C’mon Y/N tell me what you want, moan, groan anything.” he whispered blowing onto your nipple. You shivered and at that exact moment he pushed his bulge harshly in-between your legs sending a strong pulse of pleasure up your spine.

You moaned and you weren’t ashamed.

“I win.” Sam whispered into your ear, making you shiver at his tone. His hand slid into your underwear again and his cold fingers pressed against your burning core this time making you moan his name.

“Sam.” you moaned again as he kissed your jawline.

“I’ve got you Y/N. Let go of everything.”

And you did. He worked at your core with his fingers and you came, and came again until he pulled his wet and sticky fingers from your oversensitive clit.

He seductively licked his fingers clean and quickly removed both of your remaining clothing as you tried to recover from your first two orgasms of the night.

“You okay?” he questioned.

You nodded,

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

He smiled, quickly rolling on the condom he had gotten off the nightstand. He was massive.

“Oh your not going to be walking right tomorrow.” he chuckled.

He was so big and it had taken you a moment to realise this, straight after you were being a cocky little shit about things. He was truly big and you were suddenly nervous that you wouldn’t be able to take him fully.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll take it slow.” he whispered immediately noticing your worry.

He spread your legs slowly as he kissed your forehead. He positioned himself at your entrance and you could feel your core screaming for him, the knot already building by just his presence.

He nodded and slowly moved forward, into you and you both moaned and groaned as he just kept going until he filled you to the hilt. He paused for a moment allowing you to adjust to the size of him.

“You alright?” he breathed again as your core burned for movement.

“Yes Sam.” you affirmed and he pulled out all the way and slammed back into you. You moaned loudly as he slammed back with more force.

“Oh dear god Sam.” you groaned as he hit a spot in your body that made your toes curl and mind go blank with pleasure.

“More Sam.” you pleaded and somehow, in someway he obliged.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, this feels so good Y/N” he whispered as he slammed into you again and again and again.

“You- you feel so good.” he moaned.

Your climax built rapidly and by the looks and sound of it his was as well.

“Sam are you-” you barely managed.

“So so close sweetheart.” he whispered his forehead leaning onto yours and him fucking you senseless.

“Sam I can’t hold it-” you breathed as you clenched, wanting him to cum first, wanting him to feel pleasure first. This was how it always was with all of the people you had been with before.

“Don’t Y/N, don’t. Cum. Cum for me darling” he whispered placing a finger onto your clit rubbing a few lazy circles and sending you soaring over the edge. The tightness in between your legs was so beautiful he came hard. His movements spluttered but didn’t stop, prolonging both of your orgasms.

“Yes, god yes.” he moaned into your neck as you pulled him close to you. He collapsed beside you pulling you as close as he possibly could.

“You okay?” he whispered placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yes Sam. I’ve never felt more okay than at this moment.”

“Good because I’m feeling pretty fantastic that I get to sleep next to you tonight.” he breathed and you smiled as you both fell silent.

You didn’t know how you would tell Dean or how he’d react but you knew that you and Sam were meant to be, were meant for one another and you couldn't deny it anymore.

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simplyrochellemari · 6 years

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My Love ~Dean Winchester~

Summary: Your first time with Dean Winchester

Pairings: brother!Sam x reader , lover!Dean x reader

Warnings: None really. Its the readers first time so I guess that can be a warning? It is super fluffy x

Author’s Note: Yo send me some requests to get rid of the writer’s block- please.

You jumped slightly when Sam dropped a book next to you on the table.

“I’m not going to disagree this time- it was actually not that bad.” he retorted, slipping on his leather jacket.

“Please, you loved it, you can just admit it for once.” you replied sarcastically.

“Sometimes the dead is better” you echoed in the deepest voice you could muster, quoting the iconic Stephen King.

“If only it is like that in real life.” he winked and you shook your head at the youngest Winchester as he crossed over to the couch where Dean had been lazing the whole afternoon.

“Then we’d be normal, how tedious would that not have been.” you laughed.

You had been travelling with the Winchester brothers for over 5 years now after they swooped in on one of your families’ vampire cases. Your parents passed away throwing themselves in the line of fire to protect the Winchesters but most importantly you.

And they did. They fulfilled the ultimate role parents carry on their shoulders. To protect their children- even if 2 thirds of them weren’t blood. And you knew that is what kept you three so incredibly close, and the reason why you would never leave them and they would never leave you.

But you never expected to fall in love with the one and only Dean Winchester.

The one who always pushed you to be better, who soothed the hole you had carved within in you like no one else could and the one that showed you despite everything that happens in a hunter’s life that you can carry on and that you were worth it. That you are strong enough and no one can take that away from you. He continuously showed you this despite his hard as hell exterior. Even if that was buying you your favourite chocolate.

Sam on the other hand was the brother you never had and the one that you confided in the most about every day life. From PMS, to dickheads at pubs, to books, to research, to gossip, to tv shows, to movies but most importantly about Dean. And unfortunately you accidentally blurted to him that you were a virgin one night when you tow were having an ‘in depth’ conversation, which was similar in the way he had found out about Dean.

Sam had suspected the ‘crush’ for sometime now and had started teasing you relentlessly about it as soon as you fessed up and told him about it. Which was probably the worst choice you had made in sometime. Which was right up there with telling him that you were a virgin.

But you were falling hard and fast for Dean but you knew you can’t compromise the relationship you had built on for the past 5 years.

Your eyes reverted back to Sam leaning over Dean and shaking him ferociously.

“Hey I’m taking baby. Just going to get a drink and something to eat.” Sam informed.

“You better take care of her or your face will get some serious reorganising.” he warned and Sam combed his long locks back with his fingers, a laugh escaping from him.

“I’ll be out for sometime, so don’t wait up for me.” he winked in malice. Smirking towards you. But before you could throw something at him he swung the door open and disappeared. The door fell shut leaving you in silence. The television blaring.

“You hungry?” you questioned walking over to the living room area of your motel room. Where Dean was seated watching some sort of gameshow.

“I’ve demolished a few pies in a matter of hours. I’ve never been this full or not hungry” Dean’s voice chimed as he sipped on the beer. A laugh escaped your body as you plopped down next to him.

“Dean Winchester, not hungry?” you sarcastically called out as his arm draped around your shoulder. You almost shivered under his touch but you composed yourself, quickly and leaned onto him. Something that was normal, but if only he knew what it did to you.

“Yeah, maybe you should just holy water and silver me for in case” he retorted, pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his shoulder and you smiled. If this was just what you wanted it to be. But it would never.

“Please, I’m such a professional, you would already be exorcised or dead if you were anything supernatural” You replied cockily as he laughed heavily, feeling his laugh thundered through his chest.

“You have learnt from the best.” he stated solemnly as you allowed your mind to wander and the noise of the television being drowned out by your own thoughts.

If you and Dean were to become more intimate or anything remotely more than friends it would ruin the relationship you have with him. This thought alone scared you so much that your fingers numbed and your heart dropped. You couldn’t imagine anything worse.

Other than the few months he had spent in hell.

Your mind wandered back into the real time, your chest in pain, your forehead decorated in a layer of sweat and your fist clenched around a piece of Dean’s shirt.

“How you holding up sweetheart?” he questioned flicking through the channels on the free television service the motel offered, choosing not to take much notice in the change in your behaviour. You relaxed suddenly as his hand slightly squeezed your shoulder.

“I’m fine, why?” you questioned, crooning your neck slightly to read his facial features.

“I’m just checking in that’s all.” he whispered and you nodded.

“It’s almost 6 years.” your voice came, your eyes drifting to the television and he stiffened slightly.

“Damn time flies.” he whispered taking another swig,

“I couldn’t image life without you, you know.” he stated in an assured manner. You shook your head, your cheeks turned crimson and your ears pulsed with blood.

“Please, your just saying that so burden little me doesn’t feel too bad about invading your lives.” you chuckled and he squeezed you tightly.

“You are as far from a burden as anything could possibly get.” he reassured, placing his arm around your middle but before he could say anything else your body convulsed out of instinct and an unbearable laugh escaped your body.

You hopped out of Dean’s embrace and he threw you a confused facial expression.

“God can you not! As you know I’m extremely ticklish.” you retorted staring at the eldest Winchester’s bewilderment. A smile broke across his face as he placed the beer bottle on the side table, but before you could move further away from him, he had you.

He pinned your arms above your head and straddled your middle. Placing just enough weight to keep you firmly in place. Your cried out in laughter as you envisioned what was going to happen. The smile that played on his lips made your recoil in more laughter, it echoing in the motel room.

“Dean!” your voice erupted as he ran his hands up and down your ribcage.

“I thought you were so professional” he taunted and your eyes stung with tears as you cried out in more laughter. And then suddenly his chest collided with yours as you moved his arms out from right under him. Your breathing was erratic and a smile still played on both of your lips, until your eyes connected with his.

His breath fanned your face and you felt like your heart was going to explode. His green orbs rolled over your eyes, towards your lips, and then towards your eyes again. Your stomach made an exciting flip, a warmth spreading in your lower stomach.

He slowly leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. Both melting together, fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece. You thought you were hallucinating.

But this was real, you and Dean, kissing, on a couch, in some crappy motel room.

Together his body so close to yours, heat radiating of both of you. Sparks ignited all over your body as your lips molded together in absolute perfection, love and lust. The realisation that he wanted to kiss you hit you and you felt like you were floating.

In an instant he pulled you from the couch, placing you on his lap. You didn’t dare break the kiss as your legs folded around him. It was your turn to straddle him.

The virgin in you was nervous and you didn’t know where to place your hands or what to do with your body but Dean the expert, made you feel just as experienced.

You laced your arms around his neck and tugged him closer. He took this as an invite to break the kiss and stare at you with flame green eyes, his lips puffed and the most tender red.

“That was amazing.” he whispered his arms draping around your waist. You blushed,

“It was more you than me.” you whispered slightly and he chuckled.

“Do you want to keep going Y/N?” he questioned and your eyes found his decorated with sincerity.

“Yes, God Dean, yes.” you replied and he smirked pulling you into another kiss. There were so many thoughts running through your head but nothing would stop what was going on right now. Nothing. Not even your insane inexperience.

Dean’s lips left yours and you almost moaned at the loss. He then found your neck, and made your toes curl in satisfaction, a loose knot forming in your lower stomach. Your hands got entangled in his hair as he kissed, sucked and bit at your neck.

His hardening erection provided just enough pressure to where you needed it the most. It hardening with every passing moment. Experimentally you rolled your hips and Dean tensed beneath you clenching his eyes shut, pulling his lips away from yours, struggling to silence the moan that escaped him.

But before you could do it again, his hands firmly gripped your hips and held them in place.

“Sweetheart if you keep doing that, I’m going to finish before we get started.” he whispered, leaning in to suck at spot behind your ear. A sinful moan escaped your body and you could feel Dean smile against your skin. Your gripped onto his shoulders.

“Shall we take this to the room?” he questioned and you nodded a flock of butterflies being released into your stomach. With one swift movement he had you over his shoulder and he was walking towards the bedroom.

“Dean, I can still walk” you called out to him as he chuckled.

“Your not going to be walking anytime soon.” he replied and your core heated at the thought of what was going to happen next.

Plopping you down on the bed he instantly pressed his body against yours nestling himself right where you needed him. He pulled you in for another passionate kiss as he rolled his own hips, making you stiffle a moan underneath him.

“Hey, don’t worry. It’s just me and you. We can be as loud as we want.” he smirked and you laughed slightly as he started kissing down your neck once rolling his hips against yours and your gripping his shoulders tightly as the knot tightened.

You had slipped your shirt off in between sensual and lingering kisses and Dean started tugging at your jeans. Your virgin body screamed at you to stop and tell him, but you couldn’t, what if he wouldn’t want you? You quickly helped him.

You laid almost bare in front of him and you couldn’t help but attempt to shield him from your body, trying to pull his eyes away from the curve of your hip, or your stomach.

“Hey, no, none of that.” he replied prying your hands of yourself, “You are beautiful.”

You smiled at him. He winked slipping off his own shirt and worming his way out of his own jeans. Your jaw almost dropped seeing his boxer clad erection.

You were sure you were not going to be able to take it all. But all thoughts disappeared when Dean slowly undid your bra. Slipping it off your body exposing your breasts to him.

“Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” he whispered and before you could respond or react his mouth attached to your hardened nipple. His hand tweaking the other one sending your back arching and the knot tightening in your stomach. Another moan escaped your mouth.

Dean kissed his way down your stomach, sending shivers and goosebumps across your body. He pulled you to the edge of the bed, lowering himself to the ground.

“You okay there?” he questioned, looking up toward you, locking eyes with you.

You swallowed, nodding, “Y-eah.”

He smiled and hooked his fingers onto your panties. Slowly slipping them off. He blew onto your wetness and you squirmed at the new sensation. His arm hooked around your waist to keep you from writhing beneath him. You were doing this. With Dean fucking Winchester.

Then his mouth attached to your clit, and your body convulsed. You moaned out as his tongue created spirals around your bundle of nerves sending the knot to tighten in your stomach. You gripped Dean’s locks in your hand as you moaned loudly.

“Dean!” you moaned as he flicked the tip of his tongue on your clit vigorously,

“Dean” you whimpered once more as he devoured you, sucking harshly at your swollen bundle of nerves, pushing harshly against you in just the right way. Your back arched off the bed as Dean sunk a finger into your burning core, curling it. You knew you had to be close, and if he had to do that once more you would come undone right here.

“I’m going to-” you breathed and Dean shook his head.

“Not yet sweetheart. You just hold on okay. I need to get you ready okay?” his voice came and your eyes almost rolled back.

He then inserted another finger, and didn’t hesitate to add a third. Your back arched and along with Dean sucking at your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you felt the wave reach its peak. It hovered.

You held it, your eyes seeing white spots. You bit your lip harshly and moaned, and moaned again.

“Dean!” you called out.

“It’s okay darling, cum for me.” he breathed and the knot tightened to a point of no return as you let go. Your whole body going numb and pleasure shooting through your core. You clenched harshly around his fingers as he sucked at your clit prolonging your orgasm.

“Dean, I need to tell-” you struggled as he continued sucking at your overly sensitive clit. He pulled away and allowed you to move up the bed once more.

“What is it Y/N?” he questioned, “Are you okay?”

“Dean I’m fine, that was-” you struggled for words, “The best thing ever but I need to tell you before we keep going that-”

You fell silent, “And I understand that if you don’t want to go all the way anymore- I’ll understand because I mean it’s difficult? I don’t know its just that-”

Dean quickly cut you off grabbing your shaking hand.

“Y/N what is it?” he questioned.

“Dean, I’m a virgin.” you blurted and his eyes rolled over your facial features. “So if you don’t want to keep going I understand.”

He chuckled deeply, “Y/N, nothing is going to scare me off from making love to the love of my life.”

Your eyes snapped to his and he smiled, genuinely smiled at you.

“What? I mean? me?” you questioned as he leaned in close to you.

“You. It has always been you.” he whispered and you melted for him once more. “And if you don’t want to do this now, I’ll wait even if it is another 5 years.”

You laughed against him, “I love you Dean Winchester and I don’t want to wait another minute.”

“Then I’ve got you.” he whispered and kissed you passionately, his hands roaming your body. Discovering spots that made you moan against him, sucking at the spot in your neck that made you wince in the most wonderful ways until he knew you were ready for him.

He stripped himself of his boxers and slowly leaned his forehead against yours. Your breathing became erratic once more and he noticed immediately.

“Hey, breath Y/N. It’s okay baby girl. I’m here.” he whispered and you immediately calmed down. He gave you a few moments to calm down before proceeding with anything.

“You okay?” he questioned, silently rolling on a condom he had grabbed off the nightstand and you nodded.

“Hold my hand Dean.” you whispered and he nodded, sliding his hand into yours.

“Alright sweetheart. I’m going to go slow.” he whispered and you nodded as you felt his tip at your dripping entrance. He pushed forward and you gasped, he pushed further in until met with some resistance.

He gave you a slight nod and pushed forward and past the barrier sending a searing pain through your core.

“I know it hurts Y/N, I am so sorry.” he whispered as he squeezed your hand and kissed along the trail of your tears. He stilled completely and you could see the struggle in his eyes but he wasn’t going to move until you were going to be okay with it.

“Dean” you broke the silence, “Move.”

He nodded and slowly pulled out, and pushed back in and to your surprise there was no pain, but a vibration of pleasure. He kept a slow and steady pace to allow you to adjust around him.

“Dean, you can go faster.” you breathed and he nodded suddenly picking up his pace sending the waves of pleasure through you faster then the first rhythm.

“Oh God Y/N. You are so tight.” he breathed into your neck, “I love you Y/N.”

You met his thrust suddenly and a guttural echo of your name escaped his lips as the veins in his neck pulsed. He squeezed your hand even tighter.

“Dean I’m close.” you breathed as he suddenly reached down to rub against your clit.

“Dean!” you moaned, “Oh Dean!”

“Y/N cum for me again Darling.” and with that you fell over the edge clenching so hard around Dean you bit onto his shoulder and your toes curled to the point of no return. He followed after throwing himself over the edge after you. He prolonged both of your highs by continuing his thrusts and reaching down to slowly, and lazily rub your bundle of oversensitive nerves.

“Oh Dean!” you groaned as he laughed slightly in the crook of your neck, his slight stubble sending goosebumps over your body.

“My name on your lips is the best thing I have ever heard.” he whispered, kissing your cheek. Your eyes started drooping close in exhaustion. He laid down next to you making sure to cover you with a blanket first, he pulled you close.

“Go to sleep darling.” he whispered and you fell into the welcoming abyss with your lover’s arms wrapped tightly around you and a stray four word sentence falling from your lip.

“I love you Dean”

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simplyrochellemari · 6 years

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By Your Side ~Klaus Mikaelson~

Summary: You have known the Mikaelsson family for a very long time, you are practically family. But when you had to depart unexpectedly for the sake of your own mental health you had never imagined how much it would hurt to be apart from them not until little Hope forces you to come back to New Orleans and the man you left behind.

Pairings: Vampire!Reader x Klaus, Platonic!Reader x Elijah and Rebekah

Warnings: Mentions of suicide but also deals a lot with the recovery of the reader. It’s definitely a happy ending to a dark time in the reader’s life even if that means fighting tooth and nail for the safety of her family.

When: It is set after Hayley gave birth to Hope, Hope gets sent away with Rebekah and Klaus and Elijah become secluded in their house. And the reader spurs them on to take action and gives them a little bit of hope.

You stalked into the Mikaelsson mansion, the familiarity even after being gone for so long hitting you right in your soundless heart.

Before you could fathom any other thought the memories of the years spent with the Originals flooded your mind and you couldn’t stop it, the house clouding your vision and bringing you the happiest of times in your life.

Helping Klaus through full moons, Elijah teaching you how to play the piano, reading together, painting, keeping them grounded if they tried to forget their humanity, being a vent for Rebekah in the house full of boys and keeping Klaus in line when it came to interacting with his siblings. And them being the family you needed.

But despite them constantly having your back your your life took a very wrong turn 7 years ago, a dark and dangerous turn where you simply just got sick of living this life and wanted to end it all. Moving constantly but being so stagnant. Luckily Klaus caught you just in time, seeing your exhausted and sobbing figure in the bathtub almost drowning in your own blood. He knew.

He knew what you had tried to do and he was, for the first time in quite sometime, scared out of his mind. Because out of the short list of people he cares about he couldn’t imagine somebody harming you, let alone yourself.

New Orleans wasn’t for you anymore and you had accepted that as you sat on the bed in Klaus’ arms with Elijah in the arm chair staring at you with immense sadness and Rebekah tear streaked face on the floor everyone worried.

This was the last thing you wanted, you didn’t want any of them to be burdened by you so you decided to leave.

You had made a promise to them that you would send regular updates and assure them you were alive, although you knew Klaus had someone follow you for the first 2 years of your travels. You got lost in all that this world had to offer.

It was the best choice you had made in your long lived life but all good things came with a massive cost. And this came with being away from the only people you were ever comfortable with and in some sense abandoning the one person that used to keep you sane. Klaus.

Your eyes travelled around the run down mansion. Linen covering the furniture, a musky smell in the place, dry blood somewhere and your eyes lastly trailing over the plants that had started devouring the staircase.

“Klaus!” you called out, it reverberating off of the walls. You were sure you could see some dust shift as the sound wave travelled through the area.

“Elijah!” you called again, standing at the bottom of the staircase. Rebekah had said that they were here, and you had trusted her.

Much like Klaus trusted her with Hope and after what she had told you about what was happening in the Original’s lives recently, you had to come back and help the only people you ever would call family.

“Listen I’m not in the mood to play hide and seek. You’ve got 3 dead werewolves in the alley, I skipped out on exploring the fucking amazon” you sighed, “And I just need a hug from my two favourite people and a drink.”

“Well,” a voice stated, “This is a excellent surprise”

You whipped around and Elijah stood behind you, smiling wide. Trying his best to keep the positive facade solid but you knew better. What he was feeling and you could see it in his stormy eyes.

You threw your arms around Elijah as he spun you around chuckling deeply into your neck. You inhaled the familiarity of him.

“Oh God how I've missed you.” you exclaimed and he placed you down.

“Likewise Y/N.” he laughed and you smiled.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” you stated and he squeezed your hand tightly.

“All that matters is that you are safe.” he breathed.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice breathed and you turned slowly seeing Klaus a few feet away from you. Frustrated, angry, depressed and most of all surprised Klaus.

“That’s me.” you declared. Tears decorated his eyes and you quickly stalked over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and allowing him to collapse onto your shoulder. He clawed onto you like you were his last lifeline.

“I’ve got you.” you reassured as you felt a sob tore through his body in frustration, anger and sadness. You knew what this was all for. That little miracle called Hope. It was all because he had to give up his own daughter to protect her from the vile and cruel people that had made enemies with Klaus and the rest of this family.

“You have no idea what has happened.” he mumbled squeezing you tightly.

“All I know is that Rebekah is travelling again, you have once again made up with Marcel, Hayley is a hybrid, and we have some witches and werewolves to get rid of.” you stated and Klaus’ grip loosened as you placed extra emphasis on Rebekah’s situation letting them know- that- well- you know about Hope.

Elijah came to stand next to you both of them with the same questioning and unsure expression plastered on both of their faces.

“You know? But-” Klaus started and you nodded. Elijah let out a nervous sigh and Klaus went back to determined and protective in an instant.

“Leave Y/N, we can handle the werewolves and witches on our own.” he breathed.

“No, sorry. That shit is not going to work. I’m staying. I’m helping. I want this place save not only for you but everyone we’ve ever loved and lost because of our enemies.” you snapped and his jaw clenched.

“It is too dangerous for you here Y/N” Klaus warned and Elijah hummed in response.

“I’m afraid Niklaus has a point Y/N. We have a difficult situation on our hands and it will be extremely helpful if we didn’t have to-” Elijah continued.

“No- I can handle myself plus you’ll only benefit from an extra pair of hands helping you carry this ‘difficult situation’” you chimed.

Klaus shook his head a annoyed smirk creeping across his lips.

“You are not going to drop this are you?” he questioned as Elijah smirked in his brother’s direction.

“Nope. I’m here to stay and help protect my family.” you stated, reaching for a bottle of whiskey and both of them nodded.

“Well then, I’ll go see where Hayley is- so that she can finally put a face to the infamous name.” Elijah teased.

“Infamous my ass.” you snapped back as he chuckled disappearing up the stairs. “More like famous”

Your eyes returned to where Klaus was standing and found his eyes locked onto your figure staring intently at you.

“How are you?” he questioned his eyes quietly scanning over you trying to see if he was missing something.

“I’m so much better Klaus, like this travel thing was truly one of the best choices I have made in quite sometime” you emphasised and he nodded genuinely smiling slightly,

“But I miss you, you and the rest of this crazy family.”

He quickly took your hand, biting his lip as if to search for the right words.

“Y/n darling, I missed you too but please go. Go to Rebekah. Go elsewhere. Please let us make this place safe again.”

“Klaus I’m not leaving you again. I would love to go to Rebekah- you of all people know how much I would love that but you and Elijah need someone familiar here to help you.”

“You are so stubborn.” he hissed.

“I know I’ve learnt from the best plus I’ve met a few allies over my years of travelling and I think we might just have an upper hand in this shit storm.”

His eyes landed on yours as you took a swig of the whiskey and handed it over to him.

“I feel like these witches and werewolves sometimes forget their not the only ones out their.” you declared, and a smile creeped across Klaus’ lips.

“Don’t tell me you went and got caught up in werewolf and witch drama Y/N?”

“Drama that has cemented allies within the Original Mikaelsson family.”

He nodded assuredly, “I’m glad to have you back love.”

“I knew my presence would rub off on you eventually and it only took a few minutes.” you chuckled as his eyes lit up and you decided that no matter what comes towards you. You’d never leave their side again.

#the originals #to #klaus #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus smut #NiklausxCaroline #elijah mikaelson #elijah x reader #elijah #rebekah mikaelson #rebekah #new orleans #nola #bayou #french quarter

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Well fuck me

Reblog if it’s getting bad again because me too.

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how do people not swear??? like where does their anger go?? how do they show their enthusiasm??? what if they stub their toe??? like saying golly gosh isn’t really gonna cut it barbara

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Khrabryy Part 3~Bucky Barnes~

Summary: Last Part to the Brave series

Warnings: This deals with explicit details of rape that the reader experienced.

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Author’s Note: I hope ya’ll like this. I was a little bit emotional whilst writing this part and cried a little. Tough times ya girl is going through but all will be good. And I am sorry this is very lengthy. I’m not going to do a word count but it is, sorry. Have a awesome day/night! x love ya’ll

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You stared at the LED light that buzzed above you, your eyes burning, swelling up with tears until you squeezed them shut tightly. The darkness welcoming you back, you flinched as someone opened the door to your room in the medical unit of the Avengers base.

Your eyes tore open and the blood slowly started circulating through your fingers and toes when you saw that is was just your doctor. He smiled at you, his pearly white set of teeth blinking under the light.

“Well Y/N, you are one tough human.” he chuckled and you slowly perked upright. The dizziness nearly enveloping you.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, groggy from the sleep and ‘rest’ you had for the past couple of days.

“I mean-” he started, sitting down next to you removing his glasses as if to emphasise his disbelief,

“That you should’ve died there.”

You swallowed heavily and a wave of nausea hit you and you had to grip the white sheets that was wrapped around your body. You were safe. You weren’t there.

“You lost close to 30 pounds due to starvation, and the trauma your body experienced due to the perilous beating, torture and rape. A normal person would’ve not lasted a month physically let alone mentally.” he started but you cut him off suddenly.

“Nobody can know about that.” you replied bluntly. He frowned slightly,

“About the rape Y/N?” he questioned and your jaw tensed.

“Yes.” you gritted.

“I understand and no one will. This is still a functioning medical unit and I still have a code of conduct. Your reproductive system has stopped functioning, so once you return to eating normally, and -well- resuming a normal regime it will recover. But we will have to do some follow ups.”

You chuckled, ‘normal’, nothing in your life is ‘normal’, nothing will ever be ‘normal’.

“You need to see a therapist at least once a week to combat the post traumatic stress that you are likely to experience and are already showing symptoms of.” he intruded your thought process.

“I’ll be fine.” you snapped, and he nodded, ignoring your statement.

“I have released you from the medical ward. I have some pain relief on hold for you. Just come and see me and I’ll prescribe them into your name.”

You nodded pulling the covers off of your legs. You almost cringed as the doctor turned away and you heard someone clear their throat at the door.

The short you were wearing exposed your thin, grey and bruised legs. It used to sit beautifully around your strong, muscled legs but now- you struggled to keep it from falling down.

You looked up to see Steve leaning against the doorframe. The doctor tapped him on the shoulder and quickly left as you slid off the bed.

“Hey Stranger.” Steve’s voice came as you neared him. You smiled slightly as he offered his arm. You happily took it, wanting to lean against him.

“Thanks” you mumbled, the warmth radiating off of him.

“How are you feeling?” he questioned, and you swallowed heavily.

“I’m cold.” you replied and he chuckled.

“Well you have near 0% body fat.” he remarked and you snorted as you halted in front of Alex’s room.

She had fallen in love with her new home, and spent the whole of yesterday picking things from an online store to decorate it with, under the watchful eye of you and Nat.

With Tony’s bank details of course.

Everyone had fallen in love with her presence at the compound, but no one more than Bucky. The past week you had been back at the Avenger’s base Bucky and Alex has had some of the best times.

He took her to a diner with Nat when you were to ill to even look at food. He took her bowling when you struggled to stand due to the incompetent muscles of your legs, made sure she had enough books to read, and paper to draw on in her new room.

He had tucked her in every night and was the first to rush to her side when she had a bad dream. He had completely fallen in love with her, and you couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful and wonderful for her, after the shit she had been through.

You peered into the room to see her colorful, bright and happy face lazing in the window seat flipping through a photo album Steve gave her when she arrived.

“Hey Alex” you coughed and her head shot up. Her eyes twinkled in surprise as she rushed over to you. Wrapping her arms around your waist, squeezing tightly. Allowing you to let go of Steve briefly.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed, “Your iz bol'nitsy”

You laughed slightly and nodded, “I am done with hospitals for a while.“

She smiled brightly and wrapped a arm around your waist.

“Come, muzh is in the kitchen.” she beamed.

You squeezed onto Alex’s shoulder as you nodded. Steve squeezed your shoulder tightly.

“I’ve got a training shift to cover. I’ll see you tonight.” he breathed and you nodded smiling at him weakly as you and Alex continued along the corridor.

“Enjoying it here darling?” you questioned silently and she nodded squeezing you tightly.

“Yes. I lyublyu everyone.” she declared and you smiled. If only she knew how much they already loved her. She abruptly stopped before we could enter the kitchen, where you could see the slight outline of Bucky’s figure.

“What is wrong Alex?” you inquired looking down at her. Her eyes wide, and filled with a layer of tears. You grasped her head between your palms, kneeling as best you could.

“Alex?”

“Thank you.” she breathed and your heart ached. “Thank you for not leaving me-” but before she could finish the sentence you had already enveloped her in a hug.

“I would never leave you- never. Your stuck with me.” you whispered as she hugged you tighter.

“obeshchaniye?” she inquired.

“obeshchaniye.” you promised. You wiped a few tears from her cheeks and smiled.

“Let me go talk to muzh and clean up and maybe we can go watch a movie tonight.” you reassured and she nodded smiling before teetering to her room.

You entered the kitchen without hesitation and smiled when you saw Bucky crouched over a cutting board, dicing some vegetable. You didn’t make any noise as you walked in and the movement must’ve caught his eye when his head snapped up.

“Hey doll, what are you doing here?” he questioned dropping the knife on the board and rushing to your side. Slowly placing a hand on your waist- the feeling almost making you flinch.

“The doctor released me.” you answered bluntly and a smile broke across his lips as his hand slid into yours.

“That’s great news. I’m making something to eat- I was just on my way to you.” he explained. You nodded as he helped you sit down on the high chair.

“Steve walked by when he released me and we stopped at Alex’s room. How has she been doing? Sleeping okay? Eating?” you inquired as Bucky leaned forward.

“The first 2-3 nights was hell. She had nightmare upon nightmare. That’s why I wasn’t with you during the night. But it has settled now, that is why I stayed with you more. And she is eating just fine- we are struggling to keep up with the way she eats.” he chuckled.

You smiled and even let a slight chuckle escape your body.

“Its snacks upon snacks upon snacks” he informed and you smiled, content and happy with the information.

“And has she fully recovered?” you inquired.

“She is still a little sore at times but the doc had said that that is normal.” he answered and you nodded.

“But anyway, what did the doc say about you?” he questioned and you silently slipped on Bucky’s glass of water that was just within your reach.

“That I should’ve died.” you replied placing the glass down. Bucky’s eyes rolled over your facial features but you refused to make eye contact with him.

“And that mentally I should’ve cracked a long time ago but now I just have to return to ‘normal’“ you sarcastically continued.

“Y/N.” Bucky warned and you rolled your eyes.

“Bucky, normal? Nothing will ever be normal after what I went through.” you hissed, anger bubbling up inside of you.

“We’ll try together.”

“No.” you snapped angrily, accidentally pushing over the glass of water spilling it over the bench top.

“Fuck” you sigh in exasperation. You hopped off the chair and dizziness overcame you as you collapsed onto your knees.

Bucky rushed to your side as you struggled to get up from your position on the floor.

“Y/N it’s okay, take it easy. Let me help you-” he started again.

“It doesn’t work like that. Nothing will ever be normal for me! Nothing will ever be the same again.” you argued as you struggled to your feet with Bucky’s hand’s placed on your hips. You gripped the tabletop tightly, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to argue Buck.” you stated in exhaustion after a few moments of silence. He nodded,

“Me neither.”

“Have you guys found anything else on Alex that can help her get home to her parents?”

He shook his head standing close to you,

“We found her birth certificate but both the parents are deceased and there are no record of godparents and we still have no idea what she was doing there with them.”

“fuck.” you hissed, rubbing your temples.

“Yeah, but Tony has pulled some strings in regards to VISAS and immigration and she can stay here until she is able to support herself or a family member comes forward.” Bucky explained. Relief pooled over your shoulders and you let out a nervous sigh.

“And it is good- good for her. She likes it here. She has settled in very nicely.”

“Yeah Buck she has. She deserves this.” you declared and he nodded.

“I’m going to go clean up and just sleep for a while. I missed our bed.” you smiled weakly at him and he nodded.

“I’m sorry about the outburst., I’lll help clean-”

“Hey no, it’s okay. It is just water. I’ll take care of it.” he soothed, rubbing your shoulder blade, “Eat something before you go and I’ll come lay down with you.” Bucky offered and you almost recoiled at the mention of food.

“No thanks Buck. I really just want a shower and some comfortable sleep” you attempted and he nodded as you quickly departed.

You stared at the condensation that had collected on the mirror with your hot shower. Running a hand across the mirror gave you shivers as you came into view. Your sunken cheeks and grey skin pulled tight over your facial bones.

You looked terribly sick, and you knew deep down that you were. You quickly slipped on the slacks and sports-bra you had grabbed from your closet both uncomfortably big on your body.

You opened the door that lead to you and Bucky’s room and to your surprise Bucky sat comfortably on the bed flipping through channel after channel on the television mounted to the wall. The background noise giving you goosebumps.

His eyes landed on you and the blood drained from his face. White stricken face stared at you. He swallowed heavily, he averted his eyes to the television once again hoping you didn’t see, but you did. You quickly brushed your hair before crawling into bed next to Bucky.

“Better?” he questioned as you twisted the duvet around your body, and laid your head against his shoulder.

“Better.” you breathed and before you knew it you fell into a deep slumber.

The man stared at Alexandra with lust filled eyes. Stepping closer to her he almost growled running a hand over his crotch.

“idi k chertu” you angrily shouted and his eyes averted to you. ‘Go to hell’ you thought again. ‘Go to hell’ you repeated like a mantra as he neared you.

“They told me to use any one of you.” he hissed into your ear, licking a stripe on your throat as Alexandra whimpered behind him.

Your jaw clenched.

“Take me.” you whispered and he chuckled.

“Will you beg for it? Just so that she doesn’t have to come with me?”

“Take me” you strained voice came and Alexandra stood up and started yelling at you.

She screamed at you that she would go with him, that she would do this for you, that she was strong. But she didn’t know what they would do to her.

You almost threw up at the thought of her going with this piece of filth.

“NET ALEKS!” You shouted silencing her. “Syad'te!”

She quieted and followed your command. Quickly sitting down to avoid you being angry.

“Take me with you.” you breathed again and the man pulled you so that you were seated on your knees.

“Beg.” he hissed. You had to stifle sobs from tearing through your throat.

“Please, take me. Please, I want to come with you.” your voice monotonous as his erection hardened right at your eye level. You knew what was coming, and you had to protect Alex from this man with every muscle in your body.

“Come then shlyukha” he hissed at you calling you a ‘whore’ as you slowly stood up.

Alex attempted to say something as you followed the man out of your cell. You shot her a stern look and she sunk back into the wall.

You quietly followed the man to another cell, a few doors away from your own. The lanky bed there had a thin mattress and a dirty blanket strewn across it. You stopped violently in your way as the man grabbed you by the lower back.

Urging you forward.

An emptiness filling you, no matter how full he forced you to be physically. Violated.

You did the only thing you could, you cried silently. Praying that Bucky would come to your rescue and get you away. Praying that Alex didn’t hear your whimpers and sobs.

Praying, crying, calling out for Bucky on repeat.

“NO STOP!” you called out.

“No God please stop this!” your voice echoed in the room. You stirred in the bed pulling the tight bed sheet off of your legs. You jolted awake, shooting upright in the bed.

“God get away from me!” you called out your voice hoarse, feeling the presence of someone near you.

“Buck, help me!” you cried out, bursting into tears. Gripping at the sheets, for any weapon to protect you from the man. You jumped out of the bed you were held captive in, staggering blindly in the dark.

“Alex!” you called, “Where are you?”

The room you were in was pitch black dark and panic set in. Gripping your limbs tightly, leaving you shaking immensely.

“Where are you, you son of a bitch!” you cried out and suddenly blinding light filled the room. You flinched heavily where you were standing trying to shield your eyes from the light. But your eyes quickly adjusted as they landed on Bucky, who was standing sleepily but alert at the light switch of your room.

Your breathing raced along with your heart as your eyes darted frantically around the place to reassure you that you were home, that you were safe that Bucky wasn’t just a fragment of your imagination.

“Babe, your home.” he reassured, slowly walking towards you. Your eyes continued darting around the room as tears filled your eyes. You felt distorted, everything felt unreal, like a dream, like you were going to wake up in that hell again.

“Y/N look at me.” Bucky’s voice called out to you in a stern manner. Your eyes melted onto him, his hands lifted to show you that he was harmless, that he was real. The metal arm blinking heavily against the LED lights of the room.

The whole day crashed into your head, from being released from the medical unit, talking to Alex, Steve, falling asleep with Bucky and although relief pooled over you, you couldn’t manage to keep those sturdy walls up and you crumbled.

Crumbled fast and rapidly in front of Bucky.

“Bucky help me.” you sobbed suddenly, your legs to frail to carry the little weight that your upper body posed. But before you could collapse Bucky was there. He caught you as you collapsed onto him, his arms wrapping comfortably around your figure.

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” he soothed as your cried into his chest. Him slowly backing up until he lowered you both down onto the bed, you comfortably seated on his lap.

“He wanted to rape her-” you cried out during sobs as Bucky’s gripped tightened on your frame, “She wanted to go with him, but I couldn’t let her! Bucky I couldn’t let her!”

“I’ve got you Y/N. Talk to me.” he soothed as you cried even more. He knew this was okay, that this was needed for you. “I went with him Bucky. Every time he came in and he- Bucky he did awful things. I’m so sorry-” you cried out as Bucky rocked you silently, listening.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything Y/N. Don’t ever be sorry, it’s not your fault.”

“They beat me. Starved me. Raped me. Tortured me.” you sobbed against him and you pulled your head from his chest, wet face, red eyes staring at your husband. You were a mess and you knew it, and you would apologise later but now you had to talk these demons out of your system. “You were the only thing that kept me fighting.” you whispered your voice thick with tears. “You and Alex.”

Bucky’s eyes filled with tears as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I vow to love you, when you are falling apart and I will be there to hold you together.” he breathed as you closed your eyes letting his words pool over you.

“That son of a bitch who laid his hands on you, I swear that I will kill him, even if its the last thing I do.” he breathed confidently,

“I can never undo what he did to you.”

Your lower lip shook heavily as you tried to hold back tears, as the salty substance ran down Bucky’s own cheeks. He bit his lips violently.

“But I promise you that I will love you. That I will continue loving you, no matter how bad this gets because I am with you till the end of the road.”

He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead as you cleared your throat, attempting to speak without choking up with tears.

“She was so brave.” you breathed after a few moments of silence and he smiled slightly.

“She kept that fire in you burning. She was the brave you needed to keep fighting” he breathed as you started crying against his neck,

“Let us be that for you. This is how it gets better.” he breathed, kissing your forehead once more.

“Let me.”

#Winter Soldier #Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #steve x bucky #buckynat #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #winter solider x reader #winter solider imagine #james barnes #captain america #civil war #imagine #marvel #MARVEL FANDOM #preferences #writing

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Bad Cop ~Damon Salvatore~

Summary: Reader is a witch who is struggling with her newly discovered ‘dark’ past. Damon experiences it first hand and not only helps her cope but reveals a secret of his own.

Pairings: Damon x reader

Warnings: some angst

The heavy door of the Salvatore mansion fell shut behind you as you heard Damon’s voice echoing in the living room followed by a string of grunts and moans. Your pace quickened on your path to the living room and upon entering you wish you hadn’t.

The man’s abdomen was decorated in crimson, sweat spilled down his temples and the ropes that tied him to the chair violently cut into his ankles and wrists.

Your stomach churned for a second as your mind flashed back to the past few months since you had discovered your- according to Damon ‘witchy-ness’. You should be used to the violent mannerisms of the Salvatore brother by now- as you had your own dark mannerisms.

Nobody knew about which witch family you came from. Bonnie was the lucky one. A witch that came from a family that was good- always had good intentions. The ‘pure’ witches you could say.

You on the other hand. You came from a family of witches that all practised dark magic. Your family screwed over other witches, killed any supernatural being in their way, plotted mass murder against the Originals and many more vile things to only to gain the superior hand in the supernatural world.

Bonnie’s grandmother had made it clear that you were of dark origin and that she would do everything in her power to destroy every last one of your descendants.

Your whole heart had been blanketed by impossible darkness since that day. You noticed the evil sparking through in the magic you practised no matter how innocent the spell, you saw the immense out of control power you possessed.

You had only told Bonnie who comforted you, told you that we make the choices that make us- well- us. You had really tried to believe her but nothing really comforted you enough knowing how notorious your family name was in the supernatural world.

Your mind snapped back into the now. Damon turned around and his smile met your violent frown.

“Y/N” he smiled walking towards you.

“Damon what the hell is this? Your going to kill him! Stop this!” you hissed walking over to the man. You kneeled in front of him attempting to check the severity of his injuries.

“So uptight Y/N.” he breathed as you heard him pouring himself whiskey. You whipped around.

“This isn’t funny. You are making a beacon of yourself! All travellers come here!” you exclaimed angrily.

“If that means finding Markos the devil himself so be it.” he simply stated shrugging his shoulders, sipping from the glass.

You turned back towards the man, kneeling closer.

“Where is he?” you asked but the man smirked and spat towards you. His head flung towards you and collided with yours, making you stammer back.

Damon’s arms caught you in time, steadying you whilst flinging his whiskey glass towards the man. It colliding with his temple and shattered into pieces. In a blink of an eye Damon was hovering dangerously close to the man.

“She doesn’t like me hurting people buddy, but if you hurt her ever again I’ll rip your heart out.” Damon hissed as the man attempted to pull back in the chair.

“You don’t have enough witch power to find him right?” the man questioned and your blood heated as your head hammered. He was right you and Bonnie were not strong enough to interfere with what Markos was planning- even if you were a derivative of Satan himself according to her grandmother.

“We might not have enough to interfere with your master plan but...” you stated as he suddenly writhed in pain,

“I have enough to torture you in ways that would make Damon squirm.”

Damon stiffened as he stood next to you. The man screamed out as you mumbled the spell under your breath. The veins pulsing on his temple, you would’ve kept going but Damon’s hand on your shoulder froze your actions.

You seized and he collapsed as much as he could breathing heavily.

Damon took a step forward.

“Ready to talk?” he questioned. The man’s head lifted, with a smirk and you automatically repeated the spell with more ferocity. The man screamed again and Damon stepped back once more. Blood started seeping from the man’s nose as he convulsed in pain.

“Y/N stop.” Damon whispered, but you ignored him, readying your focus fully on the traveller. Damon’s grip on your shoulder didn’t seize as the man’s state worsened as you continued with the spell. His ears started bleeding and his mouth with the dark red liquid.

The man started coughing. He coughed blood, his eyes started tearing with blood. His body convulsing violently.

“Enough Y/N” Damon’s voice broke through the veil.

But a dark shadow gripped your soul and you continued with the spell that tormented the man before you. Him writhing in even more pain than he already was.

“Y/N stop it your going to kill him!” Damon shouted jumping in front of you and pushing you back. You snapped out of the trans and your eyes widened. His hands still gripping your shoulders tightly. Ready to shake you if you weren’t going to listen to him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your eyes caught Damon’s as your own started filling with tears. You stared at him in horror, and his eyes and whole facial expression softened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I” you started but Damon shook his head. “God Damon get away from me.”

You pushed his hands away from you as your breathing intensified.

“Oh my god- I can’t be here.” your voice wavered and you bolted out of the living room.

“Y/N!” Damon’s voice called but you ran. You neared the door, your escape almost evident.

A sob tore through your body before you could process anything else. Your hand reached for the knob but before you could open it a strong hand gripped your upper arm.

“Y/N!” Damon’s voice cut through your thoughts. You fought against his strong grip.

“Just stop fighting.” he hissed as he pulled you closer to him, spinning you to face him. His soft eyes rolled over your face, searching for an explanation, along with his rock hard facial expression.

“I don’t know how to-stop this” you sobbed as he violently bit the inside of his cheek, pulling his lips tight as he pulled you into his chest.

“Shhh it’s okay.” he soothed, smoothing out your hair.

“My family Damon- you don’t understand!” you sobbed against him as you clenched onto his shirt.

“I knew from day one who and what you were.” he breathed into your neck. You slowly pushed away from him. Blinking away tears as he slowly combed hair out of your face.

“What do you mean Damon?” you questioned hesitantly.

“I had a run in with your great grandmother, when she was a very young witch. Younger than you.” he explained,

“I’m not going to lie about them because they really, truly hated anything that breathed that could cast a spell”

Your heart dropped and you were thankful that he had held onto your arm.

“And that continued down the family tree. They gave us hell.” he chuckled,

“They wanted to kill us left right and centre and even attempted to kill the Originals.” he continued.

“And then you came.”

Your eyes locked onto his as his softened and filled with what only one could describe as love and care.

“And I was ready to put you down- before you could kill us to be completely honest with you.”

“Why didn’t you?” you angrily questioned, “Look at me. Still think I’m not like my dear family.”

“Yes I still do. Your not like them!” he exclaimed, “You are loving, and kind, and you care, you care about monsters like me!”

“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance because you don’t understand! I am just as much a monster that you see in yourself. I am loosing control Damon!” you argued back,

“I can feel the hate, the evil suffocating me” you angrily shouted.

“No!” he called back. “You are not like them. You are better. I know you.”

“Easy for you to say.” you hissed.

“Well damn” he hissed, “Then you better fight what ever evil you think you have in you because I am not killing another person I actually care about. Do you understand?”

You sheepishly nodded as he placed another hand on your shoulder.

“Plus I’ll be here to kick you in your ass if you ever decide to go rogue.”

You smiled as he gave you a crooked smile.

“I’ll be bad cop.” he stated, turning, walking back into the living room. You chuckled slightly.

“Better you than me buddy.”

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