Can we Also get daemon x players hcs for yumeshippers i need some for myself👀 and skips x daemon x player if youre comfortable with poly ships too
Im staring to see a trend with Daemon and Skips...(not a bad thing!)
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Daemon would be loving in his own weird way. Others may not understand but you do and thats what matters
Daemon would be like a weird needy cat. Sometimes wanting affection and the next making something slightly inconvenient(lovingly)
They would take everything you say literally when it comes to things you want or think of. Your so hungry you could eat a horse? Don't question the horse in the room...(lost the plot with this one I fear.)
Daemon is hard to fluster! They always end up making you blush first and he is so smug about it too!
If something inconveniences you they would make it suddenly dissappear. Glitches work weirdly like that. Only for it to reappear somewhere else randomly later
Daemon would sneak up behind you to spook you. He loves getting a reaction out of you.
+ Skips
Game nights weekly with all three of you. Simple stuff, hangman, pictonary, ect.
Skips runs cold while Daemon runs hot. Best of both worlds for cuddle partners.
All have matching bracelets reflecting eacothers colors
Becomes a flustered mess. Stuttering, deflecting. The rooms seem stuffy and they’re too warm. Cannot look back into your eyes and cannot express why it makes them so shy to be thus admired.
Aemond, Rhaena, Laenor, Helaena.
Smiles softly, back at you, a small tinge of appreciation tugging at their heart. Gets closer to you to kiss you as a way to express just how lucky they are to have you by they’re side, and how in love they are with you too.
Rhaenyra, Baela, Jacaerys, Daemon.
Laughs it off, teasing you back because of your lovesick expression, makes you feel shy to get back at the embarrassment you don’t know you’ve made them feel. It’s just another excuse to have you in their arms.
Daemon, Aegon, Laenor, Jacaerys, Baela.
Blurb of their reactions under the cut
Aegon:
There’s a softness in him that nobody else but you can see. Sharing a warm bath, the chirping of birds as only sound breaking the silence. You were currently admiring Aegon's peaceful traits. His head leaned back, resting back against the bath, eyes closed to take as much advantage of the calm as he could. The lines of stress that usually creased his forehead were gone, the frown of his perpetual pompous air left its place to the soft and natural smiley position of his lips. One of your fingers, that until then had been busied drawing nonsensical forms on his chest, made it's way up to the corner of his lips, to trace them.
Aegon opened an eye. “Careful, my love, your gaze will make me melt at this rate,” he teased in a hoarse whisper. His hand coming to hold yours and he pressed a kiss to your fingers.
“I cannot melt what is already made of fire.” You sputtered, lowering your gaze to his chest, startled by the intensity of his gaze. You'd tried to make your tone teasing, as his was, but the fatlering of your voice had you wince a little. Aegon simply hummed a breathless chuckle, adjusting himself under you, hips grazing your behind momentarily.
“Admit it, you wanted to touch me.” And seeing as you started to shake your head, trying to deny his playful accusation, Aegon placed a soft hand to your cheek, now looking down at you. “That’s alright. I cannot fault you for it.”
Aemond:
“I can feel your gaze, Qelos.” He was sitting at the very front of his cushion seat, a heavy and dusty volume sat on his knee, a position he’d held for hours now. You’d abandoned your own activity to look at the man’s form, appreciating him. Aemond had tolerated it for a while, but after half an hour had passed and he could still see your body half turned to him, the dragon hybrid couldn’t resist teasing you about it anymore. His purple irises rose to meet your.
“Can’t I just admire you?” You asked. Not teasing, it was an earnest question, and somehow, that took Aemond by surprise even more. And when your eyes trailed his figure, as if to prove your point, the man nearly broke.
A heat overtook him, creeping it’s tingling fingers on the back of his neck, burning a path to his face and down his spine. The book on his knees nearly tumbled down, shaken by the jolt echoing through his body. Aemond closed it, a sharp thud breaking the flustered silence that had overtaken the room.
“You’re speaking nonsense.” The prince managed to say, his gaze hardening, as if it would distract you from the flush of his cheeks. Your lips curled into a smile and his own raised to mirror your expression, on a smaller scale.
“I would argue that it makes perfect sense, my prince.” You rose from your seat to instead kneel in front of Aemond, removing the book from his laps and letting your hand take place on him instead. Your eyes met his, nothing but love in them as you spoke. Aemond swallowed harshly, hands coming to rest upon yours, his eye roaming your face, unsure, but not unpleased by your words.
You could still see the dark scale that started to cover his jaw, his embarassment very visible now.
Baela:
“Such a high praise it is, my Rider, to have your eyes follow me as I train.” Baela’s words were loud, teasing you publicly as she’d caught you looking at her flying. Her wings still strained against the wind, hands on her hips. The help working in proximity all looked at you both, in turns, stilling for a moment. You groaned, running a hand to your face.
“Baela…” But your concerns went unheard as Baela walked up to you, large grin breaking her usual stern but lovely face, wind-wiped cheeks darker than usual.
“Did the sight please you? Was my spectacle worthy?” The princess took one of your hands in hers, eyes shining as she asked. The other rested against your hip, were her mark seemed to warm up, spreading a comforting heat throught your body. You had always enjoyed watching her fly, and the figures she’d manage today, you gathered now, had been to show off to you. A wave of embarrassment crawled up your spine, tingling to the base of your neck.
“You know it always does.” You muttered, making Baela laugh out loud, her head thrown back, throat exposed. She rarely let herself go this much in public. You smiled, eyes taking in the sight of her now, too. “You’re always perfect.”
Baela wings fluttered behind her, and brought your hand to her lips, kissing your fingers softly. “I’m glad, then.”
Daemon:
He caught you by surprise, a grin carving his face, and the glint in his eyes made your stomach drop. He looked like a predator having found his prey, stalking closer to you softly, purposefully.
“See something you liked, Azantys?” His deep tone send shivers down your spine, but you cannot bring yourself to lower your gaze from his face.
“Maybe I have.” You answered him softly, your hands coming to fumble with a piece of your outfit nervously. You monitor his movement, watching him creep closer to you until his chest nearly touches yours.
It’s like a battle happening, quietly as you study each other’s gaze, his smirk getting bigger with each seconds. “Have you? Pray tell, what.” He purred, one hand coming to the small of your back to press you closer to him. You could feel the warmth of his body seeping through his to you, and you weren’t sure if what you were feeling was embarrassment or it was just… him.
A chuckle left Daemon as you lowered your head to hid your face against his shoulder, yet, it didn’t deter him from teasing you further. “Now, Azantys, you have to say. I want to share your likings, how mean of you to keep them from me.” The rumble of his voice made your heart spike up.
Helaena:
“Is their something you wished to talk about?” Helaena asked softly, raising her head to look at you.
For the first time in weeks the princess had time to be alone (or as alone a princess could be) to do whatever she please. No meetings to hold, no party to attend, no children to keep, no mother to entertain. Only her, her embroidery and you, to keep Helaena company.
At the sound of her voice, and once her gaze met yours, you jolted, sitting straight in your chair. ‘’No, my lady. I was simply admiring your work.’’
You hadn't strike to fluster the princess, but you achieved it nonetheless. Her pale skin flushed, from the part of her neck that wasn't covered in grey-ish-blue scale to the tip of her ears, in a pinkish hue. ‘’You flatter me.’’ She mumbled, raising her legs to tuck them underneath her, a childish habit she still hadn’t got rid of, no matter how hard her mother had tried to train her into forgetting it. You smiled.
‘’It’s the truth.’’ You shrugged. The new colours on the princess’ skin gave you an odd sens of pride. But your words proved to be the wrong one to bring back calmness within Helaena’s demeanor, as her blush darkened and she hid her face with the curtain of her hair.
Jacaerys:
He’d done nothing particular, and yet, found you looking at him with enamoured eyes, a daze expression and a soft smile on your face, as he came back in your quarters, all sweaty from his sword practice.
‘’Have I done something, my Crown?’’ His expression mirrored yours, as a smile bloomed on his face, raising an arm to remove the layer of sweat from his brows, raising one quizzically, trying to get an answer out of you.
‘’I find that you have nothing to do more than be yourself for me to be in awe, my prince.’’
You never called him your prince, except when you wanted to rile him up, or tease him a little. His lips curled into a full smile now. He got closer to you, gently, measuring his movement not to make you suspicious of anything, prefering to bid his time with a teasing banter.
‘’Do you, now. Such luck I have to be married to such a loving mate.’’ He purred, stalking closer to you before wrapping his arms around your middle.
‘’EW! Jace.’’ You complained automatically, felling his drenched body press into you, the sulfur scent of his sweat now sticking to your clothes. Pushing him away didn’t work as he stayed encroached to you like a monkey to a branch.
‘’I thought you loved me as myself?’’ He pouted, rubbing his face to your neck, making you groan.
Laenor:
‘’You’re not listening.’’ Laenor accused, laughing. The ship that held you both was still docked, because Laenor had been adamant in showing you how to knot properly, which his father had thought you both when you were younger, but who were you to refuse you lover of spending time with you?
‘’I was!’’ You countered loudly, punching his shoulder, weakly, but still driving your frustration of his teasing across.
‘’No, you’re not, you’re just looking at me with big, dreamy eyes, and drooling.’’ He scoffed, tone playful, rubbing his own chin as if to mimic your supposed drooling. And you knew for a fact that you had never drooled in your life, not even for him.
But you pass a hand under your chin anyway, for good measure. ‘’I don’t drool.’’ You muttered, lowering your face toward the rope Laenor and you shared to practice your knotting, already working the one he was showing you, intending to prove Laenor wrong. But a finger under your chin stopped you, forcing you to look up at the smiling man once more.
‘’Whatever you say, Nūmio.’’ He smiled and leaned closer to kiss your lips softly, for a short moment. ‘’I find it endearing.’’ He whispered against your lips.
The words : ''You're terrible.'' Came out as a huff, mumbled against Laenor's lips also. And it made him preen harder, leaning against you completly now, the little crest of scale and nerves potruding from his jaws now extending with pride.
Rhaena:
‘’You’ll do marvellously well.’’ You repeated to Rhaena as she was pacing the room nervously, wrenching her hands with every breath.
‘’You don’t know that. Maybe they’ll rescind their protection. Maybe my offer won’t be enough to keep us here.’’ She denied, shaking her head, walking back to you. She was paler than usual, and you knew that this meeting would prove essential to keep Rhaenyra’s youngest children safe until you could find a way to go to Pentos undetected.
You ran your hands over her arms, up her shoulders until you reached her neck, thumbs caressing her jaw softly. ‘’You will do just fine. They are our allies. Why would they not agree to offer us protection?’’ You ressoned with her, eyes scanning her face. Even in the depth of nervousness, she was the prettiest sight your eyes had ever landed on.
‘’Don’t look at me like that.’’ Rhaena murmured, her hands coming to cover yours, eyes casting downward now.
‘’Like what?’’ Innocent enough, but you wanted her to say it, she always tried to deflect how you saw her, and now, now, you knew she needed to feel loved and supported more than anything.
‘’I don’t know. Like I hung the moon or something…’’ She whispered, ducking her head to lean her forehead against your shoulder.
‘’You didn’t?’’ You exclaimed, faking surprise, which made her chuckle, and look up at you again.
You’d accomplish your mission.
Rhaenyra:
‘’You look pretty, my lady.’’ You told her, wrapping an arm around her middle, supporting her very pregnant belly. Legs on each side of her tail, you were glad that her wings were not out as they were earlier today.
Rhaenyra had been on her feet for most of the day, going about war strategy and plotting letters for her allies. Today was the first time since the morning that you actually were in the same room as her, and you would use this to your advantage.
‘’I am the size of a ship, wearing the most boring dress of mine and my hair is a mess, Beloved. Do not lie to me.’’ She complained, ordered your softly, letting her head fall to your shoulder as you took some of the weight of the baby growing inside of her,
‘’I wouldn’t dare lie, Nyra. Your’re always pretty. I just wanted to make sure someone told you today.’’ You hummed, kissing her shoulder. The mirror reflected you both, letting Rhaenyra see your face even if her back was pressed to your chest.
She chuckled, kissing the side of your face. ‘’You’re the first one to tell me. Thank you.’’
You smiled at her, looking in the mirror to catch her eyes. ‘’You are most welcome.’’
Not even kidding, homeboy just loves sex. Whatever way it comes, it's a win.
Especially when it comes to your body.
Thank Chuck you have the same stamina and desire that he does. It just makes it even better.
It's kind obvious but: Impala sex.
Sam walked in you two about to get it in kitchen more times he would like to admit (he is also too traumatized to eat on the kitchen table, thank you).
He has no interest in harming you.
Enjoys leaving bitmarks, though. And receiving then.
ROLEPLAY!
Light dirty talk. Examples; you look so good on me, come hide me, take me like this, sweetheart.
Calls you sweetheart.
Ass spanking, yes.
HE LOVES, LOVES, LOVES WHEN YOU RIDE HIM.
He's a boob man. Let him suck, grab, and fuck them.
Dean is the best eating pussy.
You have a guilty pleasure called being turned on by his tattoo and he knows it.
Weirdly turned on when you smell like one of the roads' restaurants or he watches you finish a whole cheeseburger by yourself. (Y'all remember when he said it was good when the waitress smelled like burguer and Sam was like WTF???)
This dialogue happened more than once:
Dean: So, I saw it in a movie--
You: Was it porn?
Dean: No-- *gets glared* Yes.
You: Porn isn't a good source for sex, Winchester. For as ironic as it seems. It's just a bunch of most unpleasant things.
You: But I can show you some new moves.
Demon!Dean:
Dom, of course. If he had stayed for a bit longer, he'd be willing to try out some sub behavior, but it would be gone just as quick.
Sex with him is just like experiencing luxury itself over and over again.
To sin had never been so pleasurable.
It's intense. From the kiss to the grabbing waist, until the orgasm's release. Everything about and with him is just intense.
Public sex.
Exhibitionism.
Daddy kink.
Dirty talk. Calling you his cockslut, telling you to cum over his cock, to take his cock like a slut like you are made to, etc.
Would 100% fuck you in front of someone and then kill them after that because they got turned on.
Possessive sex. Bite marks are not soft and will bleed sometimes.
So will his grabbing; not bleed, but for sure leave a purple/red mark on it.
He loves throwing you against the wall.
Beg for him.
His eyes go black when he cums. There, I said it.
You secretly like it, who knows why.
Slightly blood play. He is a demon, after all.
Not really into toys, but the exception is for when he allows a submissive (or as close as he can get to it) night. Strapon, probably. But it wouldn't endure much and he would make you fuck yourself with it in front of him, while you beg for his cock.
To be honest, he didn't hate the submissive night that became submissive five minutes, but it's not something he is really into.
Michael!Dean:
Dom. And not a gentle one, but certainly the most fascinated ever.
Humans are breakable, okay? But their fragility can be useful when it comes to intercourse. He is very interested in how your body reacts so easily.
Knife play & blood play. He enjoys watching your skin opening, healing it, then scratching it open again to see the blood leaving. It's just so simple.
Choking kink.
Lots of toys! As mentioned, the human body is fascinating because it has just so many ways to play.
Anal and oral fixation.
It's sex, but it's all about power.
A special shout out to handcuffs/ropes/blindfold, they are very helpful during his experiment. You aren't really as controlled as he is when it comes to pleasure. Wonder if any human would be because the things he does to you...
Sometimes he will record you two.
Master is a good thing to call him.
Daddy kink is out of question.
Double penetration kink.
Although, he will use a strap on. Not really into in sharing, but isn't possession like Demon!Dean.
Isn't vocal during sex, actually.
Even though there are his first attempts to understand the concept of sex aka why humans seem so obsessed with it, he likes to appreciate fucking in silence.
He already used a strapon for your ass, a vibrator for your sexual genital and his cock for your mouth to examine how long you would endure.
Mark of Cain!Dean:
Let's go with switch, leaning towards Dom, but always between lovely and rough out of fear of hurting you.
Lots of angst sex.
Really. He is always edgy.
BUT, also lots of rough sex. He needs to take it out somehow.
Will mostly be scared of hurting you. He can't trust himself. But you always get the best of him just by being there.
Long, passionate kisses.
Loves. Sucking. Every. Part. Of. You.
69!!!
Comfort sex.
Fucking after killing will happen.
Sometimes he will go too far (either it is with pounding or grabbing you) without meaning to.
Cuddle before sex, which is mostly like holding him close while he collapses, because you will mostly fall asleep after. It's always exhaustive to be with him, either it's physically or emotionally.
Noises. A lot of groaning and whining.
Ngl, he might cry a bit before or during sex. If it's before, you will kiss him and it will lead to sex. If it's during, you will reassure him that it'll be okay, he can control it, he isn't hurting you.
No blood kink, but you two did have sex while he was stained in blood. More than once.
Alternative Universe!Dean:
Hey, sweet sub.
Look at him!
The most sub of all subs.
Loves nipple play.
Grabbing/squeezing ass? YES, PLEASE.
Best kisser ever.
Calls it making love, even when it's a bit rough.
A BIT. He can't take too much. He is baby.
Boob sucking, that's on him.
Will endure a bit during ''beg'' playing, but he tries his best.
Has a playlist named 'make love to you', which is full of his sex songs.
Cuddles after.
Bite his ear, it's his sweet spot.
Has no self control. Loud moans, quiet please(s) and screaming your name.
Is going to kiss your whole body.
He cums somewhere besides inside you? Don't worry, he will be happy to clean it up.
Shower sex!
Will be into mommy kink if you push him a bit.
Loves eating you out just for the pleasure of it. Something he has in common with this universe Dean.
Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (Platonic)
Trigger Warnings: Abuse, blood, forced captivity, swearing canon typical violence, Demon Dean is a dick, ANGST!!!
Word Count: Around 3500
A/N: This was written for @percussiongirl2017 550 followers challenge. The song I chose was Stitches by Shawn Mendes. I have always loved this song. Any who this is very angsty so be aware. Also, this is my first time writing Demon Dean so please be nice (also note I haven’t seen the Demon Dean episodes in a bit so this is written from how I remember him being). Lastly, I left this with an open ending so if anyone want a part 2 let me know. I would be more than happy to accommodate. P.S. Rita, congrats on your graduation girl, that’s a major milestone accomplished and you should be proud.
Summary: What happens when Dean is the love of your life but is “killed” by Metatron and becomes a Knight of Hell? Well, let’s just say it’s not the Dean you fell in love with. Will what he puts you through be worth trying to save him or is it just best for you to call a quits while you still have your life?
***Italics are flashbacks***
***Bolded are song lyrics***
***Bolded Italics are memories (basically it was a flashback in a flashback)***
You couldn’t believe the sight before you. Sam had Dean cradled in his arms crying. Dean laid motionless in his brother’s hands beaten and bloody. His face was covered in blood, dripping from his mouth and nose. You looked to Sam and he just shook his head while his hands cradled Dean’s head. You fell to your knees shaking your head as the tears stared to roll down your cheeks. You couldn’t breathe. But, you knew you had to quickly recompose yourself so you took a deep breath and walked over to Sam knowing he was going to need your help.
“Sam we need to get him out of here,” you said.
Sam nodded his head with his cheeks soaked with tears and replied, “Yeah,” as he scooped up his big brother in his arms and proceeded to the Impala.
The ride back to the bunker was one of complete silence aside from the occasional sob from you or Sam. You would look in the rear view every so often to glance at the lifeless body of the man you loved. You couldn’t bear to see the man you loved with blood all over his body and laying so motionless so you just stared out the passenger side window into the night sky reminiscing and plotting some form of revenge on Metatron.
---- It was your second date and Dean had the whole night planned down to the last detail. He wanted the night to be romantic and special for you. He wanted you to have a normal date like every other couple who weren’t hunters had. He wanted you to feel loved and normal and special all at the same time. So, he made reservations at the fancy Italian restaurant just a mile away because he knew how much you loved Italian (I mean who doesn’t? Am I right?) He told you to wear something nice and he would wear his nicest clothes. You wore a simple black lace dress that had one long sleeve down the right arm and sleeveless on the left and it hugged your body to highlight your curves. You paired it with a pair of black spiked heels, to pull your personality in it a bit, and a black clutch. When Dean saw you his jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes seemed to get glossy and he walked up to you and gave you a squeeze telling you how god damned gorgeous you looked. He on the other hand shocked you. He was in a white button up and a black suit and dress pants. Completely unlike Dean but so damn sexy. So, you replied to him ditto. He gave you the flowers he had gotten and took your arm in his.
Y’all went to the restaurant and had the best dinner of your lives and Dean was a gentleman the whole time, but also had that sense of humor that made you laugh nonstop. After the restaurant, he drove you down to the beach so you could walk along the shore and just be comfortable in each other’s company. Halfway down the beach you had your heels in your hands and began to shiver at the cool ocean breeze. Dean took notice and slipped out of his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You spent an hour at the beach before you headed back to the bunker.
Once back, he grabbed you and kissed you passionately. His lips moved in synch with yours, even nibbled on your bottom lip. He slid his tongue in and you didn’t hesitate to let him in and melt into his touch. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you back to his room where you would have the most sensual, passionate, and best sex of your life.
This was the best date you had ever been on. Dean Winchester was the love of your life. After that night, there was no questioning that. ----
Once you reached the bunker Sam carefully slid Dean’s broken body out of the Impala and brought him into his Dean’s room. He gently laid him on the neatly made bed while a tear escaped his eye and raced down his cheek. You on the other hand had had enough of the day and ran into your room and closed yourself off from the world finally letting grief and sadness take over.
I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
That was a month ago. Now here you were beaten, bloody, and broken. You were covered in bruises from head to toe. Your wrist was swollen and purple and hurt like a bitch meaning it was most likely broken from your last beating. Your hair was matted down to your head with dried blood. You had dried blood sticking to your face that came from your mouth and nose. Your ribs were throbbing and you were pretty sure that you dislocated your knee. On top of all that, you had a pain in your head that felt like someone stabbed you and was sitting there wiggling the knife. With all the hunts that you had been on you’d figured that you had been hurt in every way possible by now. Boy, were you wrong. No one has ever left you this beaten and sore. You didn’t think he had it in him to do this to you. HIM. Of all people in the world he was the last person you thought would be capable of this type of violence towards you.
However, the beatings weren’t even the worst part. That you could handle. You had handled those situations pretty much your whole life being raised a hunter. It had been the venomous words that escaped his mouth that had cut you deeper than a knife.
“You stupid bitch.”
“What did I ever see in you?”
“You know you are only good as a punching bag.”
“Nobody will ever love you. Not with the way you follow like a lost puppy.”
Those were his words that would float through your mind. Those were the words that took the life right out of you. The very pink plump lips that would breathe the life into you. Dean’s lips. The love of your life that once doted over you now stood tall and told you you were worthless.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on
You knew your body couldn’t take much more of what Dean was throwing at you. You had aches and pains on every single part of your body. It physically hurt you to take a breath. You knew you wouldn’t survive another beating like the one given to you yesterday and you knew he was only going to escalate. You knew your mind couldn’t handle another emotional lashing either. He already had you feeling worthless, like a piece of trash. If he continued there would be nothing left of (Y/N). You would be just a shell of a person. You were struggling to hold on to the little bit of you that you had left as it was.
With all the blood, it almost felt like you were drowning in it. You couldn’t get out of it. You couldn’t get away from it. It felt like it was suffocating you. It felt like HE was suffocating you.
You then realized that there was no fixing Dean. You couldn’t do it. You were not strong enough. He had taken the life out of you. If Dean could be saved you weren’t going to be the one doing it. He was slowly killing you. The only way you would make it out of this alive was to let him go. It killed you to say that but you had to let him go and find a way to contact Sam and find a way out. A way to get away from the only man you have ever loved.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
One punch. Two punches. A kick and then another punch. You picked yourself off the ground to look Dean in the eyes only to see them flash black. You had been with Dean for two weeks now and this was becoming a routine. He wanted to beat the life out of you. He punched you again effectively dropping you to the ground and he proceeded to kick you in the chest. He stood there and watched you pull yourself up bleeding and gasping for air from the previous kick.
That was the moment you knew Dean wasn’t Dean, at least not anymore as you fell to your knees shaking. Pain and realization took over your entire body at that moment. Instead of getting kisses from Dean you would be getting stitches.
Despite him not being him anymore you hoped that there was one shred of humanity left in this person. Through your aches and pains, you stared into Dean’s eyes grasping at the hope you could see something and begged him to stop with the beatings. You begged for him to help you and not hurt you. But all he did was smile and chuckle at you. That was when you knew you were trouble.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sew
I'm left seeing red on my own
You woke up the next morning to soft knocks on your door. You sat up in your bed and smoothed out your hair.
“Come in,” you said, your voice hoarse from all the crying the night before.
“Hey, (Y/N). How are you doing?” Sam asked.
You smiled at him appreciating the compassion as you can tell he was a wreck himself. “I’m sad, Sammy, but I’m alive so that counts for something.” He smiled and let out a chuckle and looked at you with sadness. “How are you doing Sammy? Honestly,” you asked.
“Not great to be completely honest. I already miss him (Y/N). I know you do too. He was the love of your love, but he was my big brother and all I had left, besides you. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him,” he replied.
You looked at him with glossy eyes and pulled him in for a tight hug and squeezed him. You wanted to give him every ounce of love you could because he was right, you did love Dean, but Dean was Sam’s only family and now he had lost that like everyone else in his life. “It’s going to be fine Sammy. I’ll be here for you and you’ll be here for me. We’ll be each other’s rock. We will get each other through this with all the love we can spare,” you said and Sam squeezed you tighter hanging on every word you said.
Once you let go of each other you decided it was best to prepare Dean’s body for the pyre. So, you both got dressed and went to Dean’s room. What you found, or better yet what you didn’t find shocked you both. Dean, or rather his body, was gone. “What the hell?” you both said in unison not having a clue of what’s going on.
Over the next two days you and Sam had been looking for any sign of Dean anywhere. Searching traffic cams, security cameras, even atm cameras and you both were coming up empty handed. After going hours without a break Sam suggested a food break and you agreed so he ran to the market to get you both some grub.
A few minutes after Sam left your phone rang and the name that popped up shocked you. Dean. So, naturally you answered.
“Hello? Dean? Is that you?” you asked.
“(Y/N), yeah it’s me. Look I know you may have a lot of questions but I don’t have a lot of time so can you meet me at that beach where we had our second date so we can talk?” Dean said.
“Uhh……. yeah sure. When?”
“Now. If you could?”
“Sure see you in a few.”
You hung up the phone and quickly scribbled a note for Sam saying you went to check a lead and would call him if it checked out and ran out the door.
You were standing on the beach waiting for Dean when you turned around and saw him approaching. You smiled and almost ran up to him until you realized that Crowley was with him. You were confused since you guys were supposed to hate him.
“Hey Dean. What’s with the demon tail?” you asked.
“That’s what I’m here to tell you. Obviously, I didn’t die but I became something else,” Dean said as his eyes flicked black and then back to normal again. “I’m a knight of hell now.”
To say were shocked was an understatement. You backed up a little bit and said “Like Abaddon?”
“Yeah. Something to do with the mark. It won’t let me die.”
At that statement, all you could see was red and realized that Crowley had to have known about this and tricked Dean so you lashed out at him. An action you would soon later come to regret as you felt something hard hit your head and then black.
When you woke up you were in a dungeon of some sort and your hands were chained to the wall. You realized Dean was the one who knocked you out and that he needed to be saved.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on
You stood with your hands still chained to the wall and checked to see the coast was clear. Every day you had been clawing at the wall to loosen the foundation around the shackles and today you could yank them out of the wall. You carefully and silently ran out the door and through whatever warehouse you were in without anyone noticing you and escaped. However, before you got completely out you noticed a phone on one of the work tables and snatched it and ran out the door.
You ran a few blocks before deciding it was safe to take a break and make a phone call. THE phone call that was supposed to made a month ago. You had to call Sam. You dialed his number and pushed call as you released a breath and leaned against the alley wall.
“Hello?” Sam said.
“Sammy, it’s me (Y/N). I need your help,” you said.
“Yeah anything (Y/N). Where have you been? It’s been like a month. You said you would call and then radio silence. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m glad you called, but what the hell?”
“I know Sammy. I’m sorry. A lot has happened and I will tell you all of it but not right now. I just…. I just really need you to come get me.”
With that last sentence, your voice cracked and it almost seemed like a sob, which concerned Sam. This gave him a bad feeling. “I’ll be right there (Y/N). I’m tracking the phone you are on right now. I’ll be there shortly just hang to for me ok?”
“Ok Sammy. See you soon.”
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Sam came and got you like he promised but when he saw the state you were in, it shook him to his core. Now you were both back at the bunker and Sam made you sit down and drink some water while he fetched every medical supply he could find. Once back he cleaned the blood from your face and arms. He bandaged the ligatures on your wrists that came from the shackles and put a splint on your broken wrist and explained you’d have to see a doctor later. He tended to the small cuts on your abdomen being very weary of all the bruises. When you would hiss, he would give you those puppy dog eyes saying sorry. He them gave you a rag to bite down on while he put your knee back in place. Lastly, he led you to the sink and rinsed all the blood out of your hair to ensure there was nothing currently bleeding on your head. Throughout all this he couldn’t help but wonder what did this. Whatever or whoever did, he was for sure going to kill. You didn’t deserve this.
“Hey Sam?” you said.
“Yeah (Y/N)?” Sam said.
“I want to tell you what happened, but I’m afraid you won’t believe me. Hell, I was there and I still don’t believe it.”
“(Y/N), sweetie you can tell me anything and I’ll believe you. You haven’t lied to me before. I trust you.”
“Dean’s a demon, well more like a knight of hell to be exact,” you blurted out ripping off the metaphorical band-aid.
“I know. I mean the demon part not the knight of hell part. But that does make sense.”
“You know?”
“Yeah. Right after you left I found footage of him at a convenience store killing people and then boom black eyes.”
“Well, he was my lead. He called me to ask to meet up at the beach we had our second date on and I went. Only he wasn’t alone, Crowley was with him, and he didn’t want to talk.”
“What are you saying?”
Here it goes. You were going to tell Sammy and either destroy him or lose him because why would Dean ever do this to you. Either way he was going to be pissed at what you for what you are about to say.
“Dean knocked me out, locked me in a dungeon, and then he and Crowley took turns torturing me for the last month,” you said as quick as possible as the tears started to flow and you started to shake with sobs.
Sam grabbed you and squeezed you in a tight hug while you cried into his chest. “I’m so sorry (Y/N). I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to find you. I’m just so sorry.”
This was not the reaction you expected, but it was the one you were hoping for because in all honesty with Dean gone he was all you had left and losing him would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. “It’s ok Sam. Really. I mean do I hurt like hell, yeah. Does it suck that it was the love of my life that did this to me? Hell, yeah. But I’m alive that’s all that matters and I certainly don’t blame you because for all you knew I was hunting down a lead.”
“I still feel bad.”
“Don’t because what I’m about to tell you might make you hate me but I have to say it.”
“Ok….”
“I know you want to look for Dean. I know you want to find, help him and cure him, but Sammy I can’t. I love him and I always will, you know that. I just have to let him go because that’s not him, not anymore. If I don’t get him out of my head Sammy, I’ll end up dead because even though the beatings were brutal they were nothing compared to the verbal lashings I got daily, multiple times a day.”
Sam just looked at you with sad eyes, tears forming but not quite tipping over his eyelids. This was sympathy. You knew Sam. He wasn’t upset with you for saying that. He was upset that thing got so bad for you that you have to feel this way. He knew he needed to protect you but he knew he also had to save his brother.
“I’m sorry you had to endure that. And I’m not mad at all. With what he put you through I completely understand, but here’s the thing I have to save him (Y/N). And there’s no way in hell I’m letting you out of my sight. It’s my job to protect you now more than ever. So, what if you don’t look for him and just let him go and I’ll do it. On my own time and I won’t even bring it up? Does that sound like something you could do?”
“Yeah Sammy, I think so.”
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You looked so good on his cock. God, how could he get someone as gorgeous as you? And it had to be him. No one else would memorize your sweet spots, favorite dirty words, and secret pleasures. Dean was full of himself for being able to fuck you, and shouldn't he be?
You were amazing. Hot, spicy, and you owner of the best ass he had ever seen. You allowed him to fuck you there, too. How was he not supposed to feel like a king when you were in his arms? You were his babygirl, ready to give him whatever he asked. Just like you should.
You showed him that in the way you loved to massage his balls while you sucked his cock, or how you wouldn't complain when he came on your face. How you would groan his name when he sucked your boobs. Marvelous. When he ate you out and you screamed as if you wanted Sam to hear his big brother taking all of you. You’d tease him just to see how far the green-eyed man would go until he collapsed into black eyes and fucked you into the nearest corner. He left all those possessive marks in visible places so that other people would look at you and notice that belonged to Dean Winchester, a feared being.
The whiskey flavor stained your lips when Dean attacked your pretty, slutty mouth and called you all the names the saints would be ashamed of. You begged for more on your knees. His little mental game of testing how many fingers you could endure at once was exhilarating. That needy clit of yours was only for his touching. When you rode him so hard, it seemed like you wanted his cock to get stuck into your tight pussy forever. It was the best thing you've had inside you right after his fingers and tongue, and he knew it. The way you made it hard for him to control the urge to rip out your throat with his teeth for no apparent reason took your breath away— but if he did, Dean was sure that you would die screaming in pleasure for him.
Even your dominant side for hunts disappeared along with your assertive talking in times like this. You were so submissive to him. Exactly how he liked his bitch to be.
Who else could make anyone feel like this? He almost felt sorry for all the flings he'd declined for you. They were missing the sex of their lives.
You should feel lucky to have him, like how Dean felt with you when he was eating you out like a hungry animal. Even your taste was made especially for his taste, maybe this life was great enough for a man like him.
Dean Winchester was the best for you; your one and only, your lifeline. He knew that, and the way you whimpered for his touch proved that you did, too. Finally some recognition for all the things he’d done.
He saved the world once or twice. He’d finally broken the demon inside of him. All those annoying feelings of guilt, despair, and self-hatred were washed away with holy water.
The Winchester could see it now. He deserved your wet pussy, your howls, your soft skin sweaty against his. He deserved your body spread on the bed for him. He deserved to fuck you in front of everyone, just so he could kill whoever got excited because you were his. He was the knight of hell, and you were his big prize.
He deserved you.
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Summary: You finally fall for Demon!Dean's charm and give yourself to him.
Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), language, smasgt.
You grimaced when your feet touched the cold ground of your bedroom, although it was still strange to think about that place as such. After all, it had been years sleeping and not sleeping in a room shared with Dean. To glare at the walls and not to find any rock bands posters or accidentally trip on one of his adult magazines was at the bare minimum. But then, there was nothing you could do about that. Accepting a demon version of your boyfriend’s invitation to stay in your and Dean’s old room was completely out of limits.
Dean, or his demon self, as you needed to remind yourself more than you’d like to admit, was living in the bunker again after an unsuccessful attempt of curing him. Castiel had said that maybe the cure didn’t work out as all of you intended, but it could’ve somehow reminded him of humanly emotions in a deeper sense.
Cas had been resting in the bunker more than usual just to make sure that you and Sam were safe. When he wasn’t there, the angel would be busy looking for another way to cure the eldest Winchester. You and Sam had been searching as much as possible, outside of Dean’s protests against it.
‘’Personally, I like the disease. Come on, guys. I’m still me, just better,” he had said right before he started looking for a new case.
Shaking your head, you rose up from the bed. The clock appointed two in the AM, reporting your obvious insomnia. A sigh escaped from your lips as you walked out the door, silently pacing towards the kitchen. Perhaps a cup of water would help. If you were lucky, the chocolate bar you had left in the fridge would be there still.
The frosty breeze from the refrigerator on your face was near to a midnight relief, which caused you to smile softly. Its light was your only company while you looked for the forgotten chocolate bar, until a deep voice spoke: ‘’You have been avoiding me, sweetheart.’’
You turned around with a swift move, mildly surprised by his sudden presence. Dean smirked at you, half of his face concealed by the darkness that the refrigerator light couldn’t reach.
You huffed. ‘’It’s two in the morning, and I just came to get some water, Dean. Let’s not start it.’’
‘’But I wanna start it, (Y/N). Come on, it’s been days.’’ Out of nowhere, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, the blackish shadows enveloping both of you. You gasped, placing your hands on his chest to separate you two.
‘’Let me go!’’ You groaned at Dean, pushing him away, but it didn’t have any effect. If anything, he only pulled you closer. You couldn't see anything in the dark. Yet, it wasn’t quite necessary. His breath hitting your cheek was warning enough of how close he was.
‘’I get it, (Y/N). You miss the good ol’ Dean, but he is gone for good, sweetheart. I’m all that’s left. Don’t you miss me enough to want me like this?’’
Before your answer, he held you. Pressing his body to yours, you felt his semi erect cock against you. You pursed your lips together in an attempt to keep the clear pleasure of feeling his body to yourself. You didn’t need to give him such satisfaction. Besides, he wasn’t your Dean.
He wasn’t your Dean, you had to remind yourself. What was pretty complicated considering how close you were, and how many wonderful memories were attached to similar situations.
‘’What? Cat got your tongue?’’ Dean smirked, moving his hips against yours. A weak moan left your lips. He grinned, leaning him to lick your neck with no scruples. ‘’Or demon did?’’ Although his voice remained harsh and deadly sexy, even his tune had changed. The way he laughed was treacherous, like everything about a demon was supposed to be. You should be scared. You should be mad. You should be anything but attracted to what once was your loving Dean. People didn’t see a demon and fantasize about getting in bed with them. They ran away and started searching for a religious solution to protect them. Right now, it seemed like you were praying to stay with the devil.
Deep down, it was him. There was a fragile, tiny voice in your mind that insisted for you to believe that. He was still your Dean, damaged as fuck, but the man you had loved for years. All your rationality told you to run away, to push him, scream at him until Sam woke up, just so you wouldn’t have a way near Dean again. You had been doing it with ease for three days, but it was only getting harder.
And this Dean made sure that your self control wasn’t the only thing getting harder. His clothed boner was still pressed against you. It grew more excited as he bit your neck, right on the sweet spot where most of his marks were left behind before.
You sniffled softly, which could be easily misunderstood by a low moan. He felt like your Dean. He looked like your Dean. He had your Dean’s memories. But he didn’t laugh like your Dean. He didn’t touch you like him, either. He was more assertive, certainly rougher. Even his mouth on your neck right now showed that. Still, he was too close. After months. He was here. Not quite the Dean you cried endless tears for, but it was enough for tonight.
You needed it. You needed Dean Winchester in whatever shape he would come. No one could point fingers at you for that; they didn’t know what it was like. He could not be your Dean, but he could love you like he did. And if that wasn't possible, he could fuck you like Dean used to.
Unseen tears rolled on your cheeks as you pushed him to the wall. You didn’t dare to make any further noise. It took Dean a second to understand what was going on, but an ill-natured smirk conquered his features when he did. He surely as hell had a good amount of memories on how you enjoyed sucking him off back then, as much as he loved eating you out for records. Your knees met your ground like a prayer’s would, but you weren’t looking for forgiveness. Pretty the opposite, you jumped right in the sin. There was no one, not even a higher power that could stop or help you now. You had crossed the line as you unzipped his pants and got rid of his jeans as fast as possible.
‘’You have no idea how much I missed your mouth, sweetheart.’’
When your lips touched the tip of his hardness, you didn’t feel any relief. It wasn’t a matter of just wanting to have sex with him. It was a necessity. Much like an addict getting another dose of the drug, there was no heavenly, rose-colored feeling. It was just a fulfilment of a need. You needed him, and who could blame you for that? After all you had been through, after fighting every instinct in your body to keep a safe distance, after seeing him die and come back only to lose him again. Maybe the Winchester was your perdition, like many people had told you before in a futile attempt to give friendly advice. Maybe you had achieved the limit or love had ultimately made you crazy.
Your body was shaking in abstinence as you finally put his trembling cock inside your mouth, not taking time to lick the drop of precum like you usually did to tease Dean before doing what he wished. His eyes were closed, head resting against the wall as he bit his lower lip. His precum was being cleaned up by your experienced tongue moving around his length. Your hand grabbed what wasn’t in your mouth yet, moving it up and down to make him more excited.
‘’Fuck, (Y/N). Do it, get all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours. You always loved it, didn’t you?’’ Dean’s groans were an evident desire for you to give him more, but, on your knees, it seemed like you were the one begging. Begging him to stay, to love you, to give you anything to hold on to. And if sex in the kitchen while Sam was sleeping and Castiel was doing an angelic version of rest was it, then so fucking be it.
You coughed a bit as you got more of his dick in your mouth, until your hand was completely replaced. You moaned against his cock when it hit the back of your throat. It only incentivized him even more. Dean’s hand finally found your hair, his fingers running through the (Y/H/C) sea as he asserted the rhythm. As you expected, he was fast, rough. Just what you needed.
After everything that happened to him, since the mark of Cain to his resurrection into a demon, you had been broken. And all your tiny, little pieces together were looking for him. Now, your mind was long gone, and all you knew was Dean Winchester. He was there. He was alive. He was with you again.
You sucked his cock, trying to follow his lead as much as you could without choking. Your tongue swirling around, up, and down his length. The grip on your hair tighter as he increased the pace, searching for his climax. Your pussy was a wet mess since you got on the ground for him, but you allowed your hand to slip into your panties and rub your clit as your mouth was fucked by Dean.
‘’Fuck, (Y/N). I’m coming. Will you be my good girl and swallow all of it?’’ Dean continued moving your head and his hips violently, your fingers caressing yourself as his cock bumped your throat carelessly. He was almost there, and so were you.
Your name left his lips in the form of a loud howl. It almost didn’t sound human. Well, it could always be the demon in him. His semen invaded your mouth as soon as your hands got dirty with your own climax, and all in your head was him, his name, the feeling that always accompanished his touches. You couldn't help but want him to keep close to you, a vivid reminder that he was there. He pulled away from you, and you almost whined, wanting to crawl closer to him. Fortunately, Dean didn’t plan on being apart from you for more than a few seconds, soon leaning forward to grab your jaw. The perfect angle for the refrigerator light to brighten his face. He looked at you through his lashes, indigo eyes dark with desire.
‘’Swallow all of it, (Y/N),” he commanded, as if you weren’t gonna do it anyway. You simply nodded, swallowing every single drop of his cum. That orgasm, though, didn’t feel as much like liberation as it should’ve. It felt like falling from grace. A sweet, tasty fall, but still. ‘’Open your mouth, let me see if you did as I told you. You always loved being my spicy, stubborn girl.’’ Dean pressed your jaw with his fingers. You opened your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out, only to gain a satisfied smile from the currently green-eyed man. ‘’What do we have here?’’ He grabbed your hand and pulled it closer to his lips, vivid eyes glaring at you as if he had caught a little kid doing something wrong. ‘’You were touching yourself, sweetheart? And came just from it and sucking me? How dirty.’’ Dangerously soft laughter echoed from his body but was soon ended when he licked your fingers, enjoying your taste. How he had missed you. ‘’Delicious, as always. You know what’s better? All of it just for me.’’
The refrigerator noises made the anthem for the moment you had sure you had lost your mind. What was done was done. Whatever it took, you couldn't lose him. Not again. You needed him.
