Hello! I am trying to find good homes for some of my Doujinshis.
I also have for sale some Japanese books that have never been read...
The Doujinshis and books are completely in Japanese.
Doujinshis have various pairings. Will provide more pictures where needed.
Price per Doujinshi / Book : 5 Dollars + shipping
I ship from Switzerland so it’s cheaper if you are from Europe.
I’m willing to negotiate if someone wants more than 2 on price ;)
AN: For @sams-serialkiller-fetish. Could be seen as kind of a sequel for Dean’s Whiskey Girl.
It was time to trade in. Dean’s bike had just about had it. She was falling apart at every turn and (Y/n) was honestly afraid that the next time he took a corner too fast or went just a little over the speed limit, she would just start falling apart.
“But, I’ve had her since I first started riding.” Dean said, polishing the bike. “I just can’t trade her in.”
“I’m not saying trade her in. I love her too.” (Y/n) said. “I’m just saying, I would feel a lot safer if you used her for not fast activities and everyday life.” Dean sighed. He knew (Y/n) was right. The bike had been a gift from his dad though, waiting for him the minute he got his motorcycle license. And, just like Baby, it would be hard to let go. (Y/n) could see how upset Dean was at the idea of benching his bike. So she headed inside to make a few calls.
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Dean had taken to driving Baby for awhile. He usually saved her for grocery trips or things that he couldn’t fit in saddlebags on the side of his bike. Sam didn’t say anything to him about it. He knew the day that Dean’s bike took three tries to start, it would come to this. Plus, he really missed seeing Baby out and about. That’s what Dean used to pick him up at school with anyway.
“When are you going to get a new bike?” Sam asked while they were at lunch.
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m getting on my girl.” Dean said.
“(Y/n)?” Sam asked.
“No. My bike. Having another one around make me feel like I’m cheating on her. But I can’t get rid of her.” He sighed and ate some of his fries. “God, I’m weird, aren’t I?”
“Nah man.” Sam said, eating his salad. “You just are attached.” Dean sighed. When he was younger, he loved being the unattached drifter with the pussy melting smile and the badass bike. But here he was: engaged, almost 40, and upset over that same bike not being able to keep up.
Man, he hated and loved getting old.
****
(Y/n) got Sam in on the surprise she had for Dean. Sam kept his brother distracted all day while (Y/n) waited for it to be delivered. She had been working closely with the dealer for the past month or so, trying to get every detail just right. And Dean loved surprises. Usually. (Y/n) really just hoped that it was one of those times he would just love it.
“Man, I am exhausted.” Dean said as he got out of Baby and Sam got off his bike. “Why did you make me run all those errands? One of the boys could’ve done it.”
“I like to torture you.” Sam said with a shrug. Dean rolled his eyes and started towards the house when (Y/n) came running out.
“You can’t go in.” She said.
“Why? I’m not muddy, am I?” Dean asked.
“No. I think there’s something in the garage. You need to look at it.” (Y/n) told him. He sighed. He was tired and he wanted to shower, but he knew that (Y/n) would not relax if there was an opossum or something in the garage. (Y/n) typed in the number on the keypad and stood back as the garage door opened.
There was something in the garage, but it wasn’t what Dean was expecting.
Because sitting there, right by his bike, was a newer, shinier copy.
“Oh my god.” Dean gasped, walking forward. “Is this mine?”
“No it’s Sam’s.” (Y/n) said, rolling her eyes. “Of course it’s yours silly.” He looked over at her. “I got Sam to help distract you while I ironed out the last few details and got her here. I know it’s not the same but…” She was stopped by Dean scooping her up into a hug and kissing her deeply.
“This is the best present I’ve ever gotten.” He said. He kept kissing her and Sam took a step back.
“I’m just going to be going now.” He said, heading back to his bike. “Can’t wait to meet my niece or nephew in nine months!” (Y/n) and Dean both flipped him off, making Sam laugh as he took off down the road.
“I can’t believe you did this for me.” Dean said. “I don’t deserve you.”
“I love you.” (Y/n) said, smiling up at him. “Wanna take her for a spin?”
“Only if you’re there with me.” Dean said with a smile. (Y/n) nodded.
Pairing : Demon!Reader x Crowley, Lucifer, Sam & Dean Winchester.
Word count : 1,639
Warnings : Girlpower (Reader takes what she wants), Human furniture, Past sexual relationship briefly mentioned, torture briefly mentioned, minor blood, a threat or two.
Square filled : Human furniture
Written for : @spnkinkbingo
SPN KINK BINGO MASTERLIST.
At 19, I sold my soul to the highest bidder. The church offered me salvation. The demon offered me all I could dream of for ten years.
Best damn deal I ever made. I never intended to live past 40 anyways. So to be able to spend my twenties living it up without worries was exactly what I dreamed of.
Parties. Travel. Money. Booze and sex. It was all perfect.
I asked him where to sign and he laughed. “A kiss, Love. We seal the deal with a kiss.”
I laughed. “Honey, you aim low. I'd’ve fucked you for it.”
And fuck him I did. For a week straight that man kept me in a bed before he finally vanished again.
Meer days before my 30th birthday, a hound came. I won't lie, I was scared. Fuck, I was hammered and thought I was hallucinating at first. That massive bitch was no damn hallucination. In typical me fashion, I tried to go down swinging.
That just pissed the thing off.
I found myself.. well, in hell, I guess. Unable to move, screams unheard. I couldn't even truly see the size of the space I was in. It was just everywhere. Large yet confining. I felt like I could see for miles, but at the same time, felt claustrophobic. It truly was hell, but there was entertainment.
A guy would come in. Bit of an accent and older. Whenever he got frustrated with me, he'd flash white eyes my way.
He got frustrated a lot.
He'd cut into me, make me bleed and make me scream.
Make me beg for more. “I've done a lot of crazy shit during my ten years, pal. Tried everything at least once. Some twice. Either fuck me, or stop making me horny. Because you giving me blue balls is the only thing torturous about this.”
He was pissed. He came back, what felt like months later, and pulled me from my confines by my hair. “The King will see you.”
Turned out, the king was my old pal from when I made my deal. His cock looked real glad to see me when I was thrown at his feet.
But that was a long time ago. And there's a new king now.
Or rather, Queen.
I throw open the doors and stride across the room, head held high as I ignore everyone else in the room. Heels click on the stone ground of the throne room and the long black trail of my dress follows behind me.
I step up to the dias, and smile at my throne. I had rid the room of all the furniture of it's previous rulers and replaced it all with my own. And it's made of flesh and blood. In fact, the throne itself was made of Hell’s previous rulers.
Stark naked, and skin red from the harsh scrubbing they received regularly, Crowley and Lucifer made my throne. Their raw skinned backs were my seat, their heads rests for my arms. There was no back, but I didn’t need one.
Other demons who had gotten in my way littered the room. One whose sole purpose was to stand there and hold candles at all times. If they went out, if he moved, he was whipped with a flogger soaked in holy water. That flogger sat near my throne in a large clear bowl as a reminder to all, and I kept one hand gloved just so I could reach in and grab it at a moments notice.
Turning to face the room, I gently lower myself onto their backs. Crowley’s legs are shorter, so my ass sits just a touch higher on Lucifer, but I’ve grown accustomed. Crowley had done well by me, so I afford him the small luxury of sitting all my weight on Lucifer behind him, and crossing my legs over his back.
“Why have I been called here?” I tip my head back, looking down on everyone.
“Winchesters.” That simple word causes a murmur to fill the room. Not just the demons who stand before me, but even the furniture talks.
“SILENCE!” The furniture is quick to quiet.
“They requested an audience with Crowley.”
“They wish to have a chat with my throne?”
He let out a whisper of a chuckle before clearing his throat. “I informed them he was no longer king. They requested to see the..”
“Speak.” I was growing impatient already.
“They requested to see the, and I quote, ‘new bitch in charge’” He paused for a moment, looking for a reaction. “Dean.” he motioned behind him with his head. “Dean said it.”
“Well, let them in.” He could tell by the look on my face that I didn't want to be kept waiting. “Now!”
He gave a deep bow and turned, hurrying towards the door. When he returned, there were two men in tow, and several demons behind them almost cowering away from them.
“So it's true. Luci was sprung from the cage. Not smart, sweetheart.”
I watched his eyes flit to my lips at the smirk that graced the left side of my mouth. “The famous Winchester brothers.” The taller of the two hit the one who had spoken and motioned around. “You, giant.” He turned. “You'd make a fine addition to my collection.”
“Go to hell.” The other spat, taking a step so his shoulder was between me and his brother.
“Been there, done that, took over.” My arms came up in a grand gesture. “Now what can I do for you-”
“Dean.” a demon whispered into my ear. “That one is Dean. The other is Sam.”
I nod and gesture for Dean to speak. “We need Crowley.”
“You wish me to give you my throne? I use it often. What do I get in return?”
“You get to live.” he growled out.
Chuckling softly, I glanced to Sam. “I'm willing to trade.”
“What? I'm not giving you my soul, I-”
“It's useless to me.” I waved him off and he was stunned.
“A soul is-”
“Let me rephrase.” I pause and shift slightly in my seat. “I don't want it.”
“Then what the fuck do you want?” My calm demeanor is getting to him, I can see it.
Crowley is getting restless beneath me, his weight shifts slightly and Lucifer curses at him for it, but I just let my fingers run through Crowley's hair to calm him. “Sam.” I can see the shock, and then the anger as Dean starts moving closer, cursing about how I'll never get my hands on his brother. “Crowley means a lot to me, Dean. I will not simply give him away. I want something of equal value in return. Equivalent exchange.”
“He's my brother.”
“Crowley gave me the best years of my life.” I stand up. “He made me what I am. He gave me my deal, he got me off the rack, he taught me everything and then I took it from him to make him proud. I WANT SOMETHING OF EQUAL VALUE.”
“No.”
I smile sweetly, almost innocently at them and it instantly makes them uneasy. “Then I'll just keep you both. Take them.”
I snap my fingers, and my men are quick to apprehend the brothers, Dean struggling to get a hand free to reach the knife tucked under his flannel. Reaching in, I take it from it and hold it, point under his chin so he's looking at me eye to eye as I stand on the dais.
“You would make beautiful furniture, Dean Winchester.” I let the blade slip and a small trickle of blood runs down his throat and over his adams apple. Leaning in, I whisper into his ear. “Maybe I'll have you be my new bed.” I let out a soft moan and he tries to shift in their grasp. “Maybe I'll fuck your brother right on top of you.”
He's pissed, and there's defiance in his eyes as I back away.
“Take them both to my chambers. I want them stripped and washed.”
There's a chorus of “Yes, my Queen” as they get dragged out, kicking and fighting.
Once the room was cleared and I was left with my furniture, I turned, once again stepping closer to my throne, and hooked Crowley’s chin, making him crane his neck at an impossible angle to look up at me, his finger tips barely brushing the floor so he could.
“Did you really think I would give you up so easily?”
“No, my queen.” he was quick to answer.
“You are my favorite pet.” I smiled, my thumb brushing his bottom lip before dipping between them. “You, I will keep until I die. You, and only you.”
My thumb left the warmth of his mouth and spread his saliva across his cheek as I started to move away. But before I got too far, my fingers trailed down his back before giving his ass a firm slap.
Once the doors closed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed slightly. Crowley hung his head, but Lucifer dropped to sit on his hip and stretch his legs. “I want to kill you for raising that crazy bitch high enough to take over.” Lucifer spat.
Crowley sighed, and shifted to sit as well. “I was blinded. An utter fool.”
“You still fucking look at her like that.” Lucifer shook his head, but then looked to the door you had just walked out of. “But I got to admit,” he sighed and cracked his wrist. “She's crazy enough that if it had been me, I'd have been curious myself.”
“Someone's coming!” one of the ‘tables’ near the door warned.
Crowley and Lucifer both got back into position, and so did everyone else. “But right now, I just really want to fucking kill you.”
“Then bloody do it.”
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