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Yandere Alphabet - Demon!Dean Winchester

TW: Toxic Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Controlling Behavior, Hints of Physical Abuse, Hints of Verbal Abuse, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder, Isolation And Spanking As Punishment, Cursing, Manipulation. A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s a physical lover, and he doesn’t give two fucks about PDA. He’ll kiss and touch you whenever and wherever he likes. He always gives you heated, passionate kisses while grasping all over your body and pressing you up against him. When he’s really affected, he’ll growl while kissing you, and his eyes will flash black on occasion.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Demon Dean, at this point, is a malevolent being and will resort to more grotesque methods when it comes to his darling. Even if it means killing innocent people who look at you the wrong way or dare touch you, well, try. He’ll break the person’s bones before they even lay a finger on you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Depending on how you react to the situation, his treatment of you varies. If you behave, he'll treat you good by his definition. However, if you react badly, he's going to not react well. Yes, he’ll mock you, because we need to remember that he may love you, but that doesn't change his nature. He has a cruel sense of humor.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll make you come with him on his killing sprees. You’re not a fan of blood; that’s too bad. You’ll just have to get used to it, because that’s all you’re ever going to see besides him. Blood and carnage.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Demon Dean still has some of his old traits from when he was human. He doesn't like expressing his emotions until he trusts you enough. Which would take a long time. However, when he finally trusts you, he’ll be more open about his feelings for you. He still keeps things close to his chest, though he might never speak with you about it. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, he’s pissed.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, your relationship isn't a game to him. But getting you to fall in love with him will be like a game, and he'll triumph. It’s only a matter of time. Demon Dean wouldn't like seeing you try to escape; it would automatically anger him. He’ll lash out at you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with him would be your fights with him. He's scary when he’s angry, especially when it's towards you. He’ll practically scream in your face and manhandle you. Another thing would be him forcing you to see his killing sprees. He doesn't trust you enough to leave you on your own, so you'll have to witness his brutality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When it comes to your future with him, you’re stuck with him, and not even death would separate you. He’ll secretly try to uncover a way to turn you into a demon. You'll be isolated from hunters; demons wouldn't dare approach you. He’s the only thing you’ll ever need; nobody else can help you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Extremely, however, it’s not because he’s insecure; you simply belong to him and are completely off-limits. Coping, what’s that? He’s going to lash out in a violent way at the person attempting to flirt with you. He left people bloodied to a pulp on the floor before, and he has done worse.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It’s discrete, but he’s a little softer around you, and he would let you get away with small things that he wouldn’t tolerate if it were another person. As a demon, he’s not afraid to show you how deep his love runs for you. He’s clingy and always has a hand grabbing you somewhere. He’s very possessive, and he tends to keep you to himself.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When it comes to demon dean, there is no time for courting or lightly approaching you about his feelings. When he kidnapped you, there were no romantic gestures or heartfelt confessions; you simply belonged to him, and you need to get used to it.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course, Dean treats you differently compared to others. He’s less rough around the edge, and he does try to control his temper better around you. You’re his, and he doesn’t mistreat what belongs to him. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depending on what you do, however, he'll simply tie you to the bedpost and keep you there until you learn your lesson. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he will force you over your lap and smack your ass until you’re begging for forgiveness. Trust me, he wouldn’t make it fun for you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The better question is: how many rights would he allow you to have? All you need to do around him is eat, sleep, and look pretty for him. Misbehave, and you’re going to be chained to the bed again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He will have zero patience with you, so you better behave for your own sake. He's not afraid of punishing you, however he sees fit, because you didn’t listen to him or try to escape. Therefore, try not to upset him too much.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, he would never move on. If you died or were killed, his rampage would be talked about in Hell for centuries. If you manage to escape, it won’t last long. He’s going to get you back, whatever it takes, so enjoy the freedom while it lasts.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Ha! Hell no. However, after being cured, he will feel horrible for how he treated you. He’ll feel ashamed that his darker feelings for you were brought to light. He really does love you, but the demonic side of him has horrible ways of showing it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His transformation into a demon allowed his yandere tendencies to be brought to the surface. He doesn’t have to hold back his urges anymore, and why would he want to?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Of course he doesn’t like it; he prefers you being obedient and rather docile. He would never admit this, but he would want you to be happy with him, even as a demon. If you try avoiding him, he’ll keep bugging you and forcing you to talk to him. He lacks patience, so your screams and cries will only make him angrier the longer you keep having tantrums.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Demon Dean would never hurt you intentionally, especially by abusing you to make you cooperate. Sure, when he lashes out, there may be a few accidents, but that’s all they are. Accidents. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There are two things you could use: his killing urges and/or feeding into his ego. If you want to play the waiting game, you would have to gain his trust enough to allow you to be out of his sight. Simply pretending to love him won’t be enough because he’ll see right through you. When he goes on his killing sprees, leaving you behind for once will be your chance and only chance to escape. You better protect yourself; he will find you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No matter how much he cares about you, he will hurt your feelings at times, especially when he flirts with other women in front of you. When he’s extremely angry or has the itching need to kill something, you need to stay out of his way. He will lash out at you with hurtful words and potential bruises.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Demon Dean cares about you despite who he is, and he doesn’t like upsetting you. You’re not much fun with tears in your eyes. As a demon, you’re the only one that makes him feel things—feelings he used to hide within when he was human. Anyway, he would go to the ultimate length to win you over. He’s not going to beg on his knees for your love, but he’ll show you how much he worships you in his own way. You want him to kill someone and bring you their head? He'll do it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

After Dean became a demon and left with Crowley, he didn’t take you with him at the time, no matter how much he wanted to. However, you’ve never left his thoughts, no matter how much he tried to drink your sweet voice away. You haunted him for months until he finally snapped and came after you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If Dean was never cured or you never managed a way to escape from him, he’ll find a way to break you and make you depend solely on him. Make you finally see that he is the only thing that would kill to keep you safe. One way or another, he’ll make you fall for him.

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Hey bestie❤️🖤❤️ I saw you had one request slot left!

Feel free to delete this if you don’t like the prompt but could you write something for Paul x Siren reader? To me he seems like he’d be the most likely to date another monster (and who better to date a creature who’s whole thing is seducing others, than the master of flirting himself😂) details up to you!

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Pairing: Paul x Fem Siren!Reader

TW: Written in Paul's POV, Cursing, injured reader, mentions of blood, Vampire Superstitions, Slight Yandere Behavior.

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful request, my dear! I had a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy this! Please note that any gifs I use are not mine! I am open to writing another part if demanded enough! Reblogs are appreciated!!

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It was a quiet night in Santa Carla, and the boys were spending it within the cave. David was seated in his wheelchair, Dwayne was showing Laddie astonishing pictures from one of his numerous books, and Marko was drawing at the fountain. Paul, on the other hand, was totally bored out of his mind on the couch. He kept listening to the same albums; he was out of pot, and he wasn't hungry because the boys were still full from the night before. His legs were feeling restless, and he wanted to move.

Paul sighed before rising to his feet, adjusting his jacket, and making his way to the exit. "I'll catch ya later!" He said, giving David a sly grin.

"Where you goin'?" Marko asked, setting down his sketchbook and rising up to follow the taller blonde. The two were always inseparable, and Paul never minded the company.

"Goin' for a ride; you wanna go?" Paul asked, pausing at the door to turn towards Marko, his mischievous grin remaining on his face. "I'm getting bored just sittin' around."

"You know I do." Marko retorted, playfully slapping Paul's shoulder before exiting the cave.

Paul turned towards Dwayne and David, giving them a playful wave. "Don't miss us too much!" He laughed and dashed off, ignoring David, who was flipping him off.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.

Paul leaned on the bike's seat, his fingers delicately tapping on the white fabric of his slacks while his hands played an imaginary beat across his thighs. His thoughts were racing, and he was even more fidgety than when he was in the cave. His eyes swept through the people on the boardwalk. His previous plans for pulling mischief on the security guard or other strangers were long abandoned. He had a rare flutter of anxiety in his chest and was perplexed.

What was wrong with him?

On his own bike, Marko was seated next to him, munching on a popsicle from one of the stands. Marko didn't seem to notice that Paul was acting strangely tonight, as the smaller man minded his own business at the worst possible time. 

Then everything hit him at once.

His keen hearing detected another sound in the distance, somewhere along the beach, yet his ears gave the impression that it was taking place directly next to him. The eerie sound of crying both captivated and alarmed him. The haunting sounds that caused his thoughts to shut down made him stiffen as he tried to make sense of them. He was forced to narrow his attention to the noise's source while everything else—including the crowd's yelling and the flashing lights—seemed to fade away. The cries had a strangely non-human quality to them.

"Dude, you hear that?" Paul asked quietly, his eyes scanning along the beach underneath the boardwalk.

Marko paused, glancing at the taller blonde with a hint of confusion. "Hear what? The usual sound of kids screaming their heads off?" He remarked with a slight tease.

Paul huffed a little before shaking his head. "You don't hear those cries?" He pointed in the direction it was coming from. "Over there."

Marko focused his hearing in that direction before shaking his head. "No dude, you high or somethin?" He teased.

Paul felt his heart on the verge of breaking and exploding as the cries appeared to become louder abruptly. He felt the need to be protective, so he immediately started his bike.

"I gotta go." Paul said, swiftly yet clumsily switching on his engine and taking off towards the beach before Marko could even reply.

The rumble of the engine and the sound of the breaking waves disrupted the silence, which Paul found uncomfortable as he slowly came to a stop.

He settled on a spot close to the towering sea stacks that serve as the beach's terminus. The seashore was covered in stray rocks and stones that were durable and sharp enough to hurt someone if they weren't careful.

The blonde vampire turned off the motor and slowly put out his kickstand with the edge of his boot. As he stepped off his bike, his ears once again searched for the previous eerie sounds as his eyes took in his surroundings.

He took a few steps and waited for a few seconds before being greeted by additional smashing waves. He sighed angrily and headed back to his bike. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him after all.

"Fuck it." He muttered, getting ready to hop onto his bike.

That's when he heard it once more.

From the opposite side of the boulder stacks, faint cries could be heard. He realized they were howls of pain as he got closer. Paul's undead heart would have been pounding in his chest if the organ was still pumping blood.

Someone was harmed, someone valuable, someone significant, and his instincts were resonating throughout his thoughts. Paul rushed forward towards the rocks without pausing; the flare of gold and crimson in his eyes gave them an unhuman appearance. He ascended the rock structure using his vampire abilities, his boots touching the surface as he did so. As his eyes were drawn towards the ground, they widened, and his body grew tense. 

Paul has seen various creatures throughout his immortal life, monsters that roamed the earth, yet he has never seen one that roamed the sea.

A Siren, his mate, you.

Your skin had a texture and color resembling that of a shark, being grey with blue undertones, and your hair was knotted and covered in sand. Your hands were webbed, and your razor-sharp fangs and talons coiled into a lethal point. Your eyes were a tiny ring of color, and your pupils were dilated. Your tail was a deadly weapon, with spikes running the length of its sides. You were both eerily gorgeous and completely monstrous.

You were perfect.

When the smell of blood entered his senses and he at last realized what was happening, his pupils dilated. You were caught in a net, the cords cutting into your skin and nicking your face and sensitive gills. His ears were ringing, and he remembered hearing your cries of misery.

"Shit, hold on!" Paul yelled as he sprung from the rocks and sprinted at your helpless form. He sprang back in alarm when your webbed hand pierced the net and your talons reached out to strike at him Your angered hissing echoed in the air as you effortlessly tried to defend yourself despite your predicament.

"Woah, woah, babe!" Paul exclaimed, raising his hands in an attempt to show he wasn't trying to hurt you, that he meant no harm. He paused to take in your appearance for a moment while you hissed at him once more. He couldn't help but think it was adorable, and a small grin broke out on his face.

"I'm just trying to help you." He said softly, bringing his hands down and bending slightly, while attempting to appear non-threatening despite the gleam in his eyes. "You cool with that, babe?" He whispered, his golden eyes meeting your own, silently hoping that your bond would placate you somehow.

You must have felt the connection between you and him as your hissing slowly came to a stop and your hand dropped back onto the sand. You huffed and moved your gaze towards the sand, the fight within you dissipating.

Paul moved closer to you and brought himself to his knees, taking in the damage and knowing he needed to act quickly. Without thinking, his own talons emerged, and he began slashing through the ropes, his own vampire strength assisting him in your freedom.

As he continued slashing, he returned his gaze to you, and your eyes connected with his once more. You watched him with slight apprehension and intrigue, the color of your irises returning as your pupils shrank to normal size. He desperately wished you could say something; your voice would be the most beautiful music. Yet, even if you couldn't, your eyes still spoke a thousand words.

Shit, he's getting like Dwayne.

Once you were finally released, Paul proceeded to wrap his arms around you, one around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He almost purred in satisfaction when your own arms wrapped around his neck, and your face pressed against his neck. He didn't care that your teeth were dangerously close to his jugular; he would gladly die by your teeth if it meant saving you. Despite the fact that your tail made you well over six feet tall and heavy, Paul was able to pick you up without any problem.

"I gotcha, babe." He whispered against your fin-like ear, treading towards the water. He hesitated at the shoreline, knowing the consequences of trying to cross through running water. Did the ocean really count? He didn't know, but he was going to find out.

He stepped into the water, slowly moving through the lapping water as he tread through. Instantly, his legs felt like they were on fire, moving through lava rather than the salty water of the ocean. With a small hiss of pain, he continued until the water reached his thighs.

With another hiss of pain, he placed you into the water, his arms stinging as he released you, and you instantly launched into the water, disappearing into the darkened depths.

He sighed in a mixture of disappointment and sadness, knowing that you must not have felt as connected as he thought you were. You were probably swimming further and further away from him, returning to your own home in the sea.

However, his eyes widened when your head emerged from the water, and you looked up at him with an expression that he couldn't place. He smiled and bent down slightly, ignoring the stinging feeling throughout his arms and legs, your faces were only a few inches from one another.

Finally, you did something that completely surprised him...and made his instincts soar.

"Thank you..." You whispered softly, a small smile appearing on your face as your eyes sparkled under the moonlight.

Paul was speechless, his eyes refusing to break from your own as he brought his hand towards your cheek, his talons gently brushing against the texture of your skin.

"Anything for you." He purred, slowly bringing his face towards yours for a kiss.

However, you only giggled and pulled away, and with a swift motion, you disappeared into the waves once more, and you were no longer in sight.

Paul straightened himself into a standing stance while observing the horizon. He missed your presence and couldn't help but grin at the situation at hand. But he didn't mind since he was certain that your bond would eventually bring you back to him.

The next time, he won't let you get away; he will make you his. He'll, wait and he will strike. 

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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 (Dean Winchester Smut)

FemReader x Dean Winchester 18+ NO MINORS TW: VERY heavy smut warning, language.

I am laying on the bed with Dean, us both laying on our sides, me in front of him as his right arm was laying under my head and coming to wrap around my front near my chest and his left arm wrapped around my waist, our bodies pressed against each other. We had been laying here like this for hours now, watching movies together and just relaxing after he and Sam had gotten back from a Vamp hunt. The feeling of Dean’s wandering hand pulled my attention from the movie, though I didn’t react yet. I stayed in place, waiting to see what he and his wandering hand would do. Dean’s hand slowly and softly glided along my hip and thigh for a couple of minutes before it slowly made its way along my stomach and to the waistband of my sweatpants. My heart was racing with anticipation at this point, knowing exactly what was about to happen. The feeling of Dean’s hand as it moved along my skin, setting my skin alight. I then feel his fingers creep their way into the waistband of my pants, inching their way inside, his palm flat against my skin as his hand moves its way down, closer to where I needed him to touch me. As his hand moved closer, just as I thought he was about to touch my clit, his fingers parted, missing my clit as his hand moved down. I let out a disappointed breath as he did that. Dean must have noticed my disappointment, as I hear him let out a low and deep chuckle. “Patience, Sweetheart” He whispers into my ear, his voice low, deep and teasing. Dean continues to tease me with his fingers for a few moments before I finally feel him run his middle finger up my already soaking pussy, all the way up until he reaches my clit, then he runs his finger back down, repeating this action. “Damn sweetheart. You’re already so wet for me.” Dean whispers into my ear, his voice deep and gravelly. He continues to move his finger along my wet pussy. “Is this all for me? Do I really make you this wet just from touching you?” He whispers into my ear again, his breath fanning against my skin. My hips push into his hand, needing more. My breathing picking up and my heart beating out of my chest. Dean always had this effect on me. Even just a simple look or touch from him could turn me on like crazy and leave my panties soaking. And he fucking knew it. 

I then felt as Dean began kissing up and down my neck. I pushed my ass back against him, only to feel just how hard he already was… Which only turned me on even more. Dean used his right hand to trace around my breast, eventually circling around my nipple, causing it to stiffen. He then moved his fingers to pinch and roll my nipple. The combination of him playing with my nipple and his finger still running up and down my wet pussy, caused me to let out a moan. “That’a girl. You know I love it when you make noise for me Sweetheart.” Dean praises, his voice rough and low in my ear. I then feel as Dean pushed his middle and ring fingers into my aching pussy. I let out another moan and push back into him in response. Dean moves his fingers in and out of me slowly, teasingly, still playing with my nipple with his other hand and pressing wet kisses up and down my neck. After a couple minutes of this, I feel Dean slowly pull his fingers out of me, slowly sliding them up along my slit and to my clit, where he then begins to rub slow circles on it. This action causes my hips to twitch at the feeling for a moment. “Dean, please..” I breathe out, my voice sounding almost begging. I hear Dean let out a low and teasing chuckle. “Please what? Say it. I want to hear you say it, Sweetheart.” He says into my ear. He knows exactly what I want but, as he usually does, he wants to tease me and hear me say it out loud. “Please.. Fuck me. I need you inside me, Dean.” I breathe out, begging for him. As soon as those words left my mouth, Dean pulled away and moved me so I was now laying on my back. Dean sat above me, between my now open legs, looking down at me. He moved his hands up my legs, his thumbs running along the inside of my thighs as his hands moved up until they met the waistband of my pants. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and with one smooth and swift move, he pulled my pants, along with my panties, down and completely off of my body. I look up at Dean, my eyes full of a needy lust. 

I watch as Dean pulls his shirt off in one swift movement and I quickly follow, taking my own shirt off, leaving me naked. Dean takes a moment to look down at my naked body, his eyes raking over me as his fingers work to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, his eyes never leaving me, his gaze intense. My own eyes flickered down to where his hands were. As he pulled his pants down, his hard cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. I let out a shaky breath as my eyes stayed glued to his cock. “You enjoying yourself there, Sweetheart? You like staring at my cock? Cause it’s all yours.” Dean says, his voice low and husky as his eyes stare down at me with an intense lust, as he pulls his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, dropping them to the floor. I silently nod my head as I stare up into his eyes. I watch as Dean slowly moves back and crawls on top of me, pressing my body down into the mattress. I can feel Dean's hard cock pressing against my pussy, causing me to push my hips up into him, searching for some kind of friction. Dean feels this and smirks down at me, moving his right hand up to brush a strand of hair out of my face as he stares down at me. Seeing the needy look in my eyes and feeling the neediness in my movements, he chuckles then leans down close to my ear, his breath fanning against my skin. “You want me inside you so bad, don’t you Sweetheart?” He whispers in a husky voice, as he starts to move his hips, sliding his cock along my pussy. “Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how desperate you are for me to fuck you.” He adds. I bring my hands up and under his arms, placing them on his back as I stare up into his eyes. “Please Dean. Please. I need you to fuck me. I need you inside of me now.” I beg desperately. As soon as the words leave my mouth, Dean reaches a hand down, taking hold of himself, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance and pushing himself inside of me in one fluid motion. I let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turned into a moan.

Wasting no time, Dean moved his hips fast and hard against mine, his cock thrusting in and out of me. My fingers dig into his back as my legs instinctively open wider, letting him move deeper inside of me. “Fuck Sweetheart. You have no idea how good you feel around me.” Dean says next to your ear with a grunt as he picks up the pace. Hearing him say that and hearing the grunt that comes from him, ***causes my muscles to flex around him as he thrusts into me. I move one of my hands from Dean’s back to the side of his face, looking up into his eyes as he continues to thrust. Dean then leans down, capturing my lips in a hard, passionate kiss. My hand moves to the back of his head, pulling him in closer and moaning into the kiss. After a few moments, our lips part and I let my head tilt back and rest against the pillow. I feel Dean’s mouth on my neck as he presses wet kisses along my skin, making his way up to my ear. “You ready, Sweetheart?” Dean whispers into my ear and without waiting for a reply, he pulls out of me and flips us around so he is on his back and he pulls me to be on top of him, straddling his hips. It takes me a second to collect myself, but I do so quickly. Dean’s hands are gripping my hips as he smirks up at me. “You all good up there?” He asks, brushing his thumbs against my hips. “Yeah, I’m good.” I breathe out. After I confirm that I’m fine, Dean lifts me up slightly, grabbing himself and positioning himself at my entrance again. He then pushes the head of his cock into me slightly before releasing himself and moving his hand back to my hip as he brings me down onto him. I let out a moan as he fills me again. Dean’s hands grip my hips a little tighter as he moves my hips in a circular motion a few times against himself. I then lay my hands against his chest and begin to move my hips back and forth against him. Dean keeps his grip on my hips as I move and stares up at me, our eyes locked on each other. I grind and roll my hips against him every now and then. 

“That’s it baby, just like that. Fuck you feel so goddamn good riding me like that.” Dean says with a grunt and a moan as his eyes drift down to where our bodies are connected. I move my hips faster against him, wanting to make him feel as good as I could. Shaky and uneven breaths and moans leaving me as I move against him, my fingers pressing into his chest. After a minute or two, Dean gripped my hips tighter, lifting them slightly and began thrusting up into me. “Oh, fuck.” I Moan out as Dean moved in and out of me at a fast and desperate pace, seemingly taking over, even in this position. Dean’s breathing grew heavier and more deep guttural grunts left him. My breathing picked up too, as I squeezed my eyes shut at the feeling of his thrusts growing in pace and force, hitting all of the right spots deep inside of me. A moan/whimper left me as an especially rough thrust was made. “You okay there, baby?” Dean grunted out, his voice rough and low, his pace never slowing as he asked. I nod my head, my eyes still squeezed shut as I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. “Come on baby. Use your words.” Dean urged, as he sped up slightly. “Or do you want me to stop?” He added teasingly, knowing I wouldn’t want him to stop now that he could see and feel just how close to orgasm I was. “Don’t stop, Dean. Please, don’t fucking stop.” I beg. Dean smirked at my response. “Mmmm. You look like you’re just about ready to cum. Is that right? You ready to cum around my cock, Sweetheart?” Dean teased, his voice low. I could hear his own breathing was heavy and laboured. “Yes. Yes, I’m so close, Dean. Fuck.” I pant out as I feel my orgasm building up and my muscles begin to tighten as my pleasure builds and builds. I know Dean can feel this, as he lets out a low and deep moan at the feeling of my muscles beginning to tighten and squeeze around him. Dean then stops all movement, causing my once building orgasm to slowly fade. My eyes snap open as I look down at him. “Wha- why did you stop?” I pant out, as I try to move my hips against him to get the feeling back, but Dean holds my hips firmly in place, not letting me move. I see a smirk come to his face as he lifts me off of him. “I wanna see you in one more position before I let you cum, Sweetheart.” He says as he gets up from his lying position, moving us around, pushing me onto all fours and getting behind me.

I feel Dean’s hands move up and down my back a few times before one of his hands comes to rest on my hip, the other one moving a bit lower to rub my ass before he delivers a sudden and firm smack to it. I let out a gasp as he does this, not expecting it but also not hating it. Dean rubs the spot, where he just spanked me, for a moment before he delivers another firm smack to my ass. He then moves that hand to grab is cock, positioning it at my entrance before he slowly rubs it along my pussy a few times, teasing me. “Fuck Dean, Please. Please just fuck me and let me cum.” I beg desperately, pushing my ass back into him. “God, hearing you beg for my cock is so hot, baby.” He says, his voice low and rough as he continues to tease my pussy with his cock. “Say it again. Tell me how much you want my cock.” He adds, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit a few times. I let out a moan as he does this. “Please Dean. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum. I need your cock so fucking bad.” I beg desperately. Satisfied with my words, Dean quickly moves his cock to my entrance and pushes himself into me. Moving his other hand back to my hip, he grips my hips and begins to fuck me at a fast and rough pace, now determind to make me cum, himself as well. I moan as he fucks me at this pace. My fists gripping the sheets as he roughly thrusts into me. I can hear the grunts and heavy breaths coming from him as he moves. As his thrusts continue, I soon feel my orgasm hit me. I let out a gasp/moan as my eyes squeeze shut. My walls clench and unclench around Dean’s cock over and over again. “Fuck, oh fuck.. Fuck.” Is all I can manage to pant out as I cum. Dean’s grip on my hips tightens almost painfully as he cums inside of me, his cock pulsing and burying deep inside of my pussy. He lets out a few deep, guttural grunts as he thrusts into me a few more times, his thrusts rough and harsh and grunting with each one.

He eventually stills his movements, his breathing ragged and heavy, mine the same. Dean then moves his hands, running them soothingly up and down my back. “Fuck. You did so goddamn amazing, Sweetheart.” He praised me as he continued to run his hands up and down my back. Dean slowly pulls out of me and lays me down before he lays down himself. Dean lays on his side and pulls me against him, us facing each other. He caresses my cheek softly a few times as he looks at me, then he presses soft, loving kisses to my forehead, cheek then my lips. “I love you, Sweetheart.” He whispers to me, his arm tightening around me a little more as his other arm moves down, his hand comfortingly running down my arm then my side then to my hip and thigh. “I love you too, Dean.” I whisper back, my voice tired. Dean then moves his hand to the small of my back as he begins to rub his thumb against the skin. He presses a kiss to the top of my head as he pulls me closer to him.

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ID BE LIKE THAT TIKTOK MEME. “I SAID STOP” IN A DEEP ASS VOICE TWO SECONDS ATER RUNNING

I was so excited to learn your requests are open!! I don't know about you but I'd love a lost boys piece where they play a fun game of hide and seek (the kind where they get to play hunter and get a very sensual reward if they find their victim/lover). I hope this is good for you! If you would rather just pick one boy to focus on, then it's your choice who you want 😊

In The Dark

Pairing: David x G/N!Reader

TW: Predator/Prey Dynamic, Hints of intercourse, few curse words, slightly 18+

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This was a wonderful request and im so sorry it took so long to finish and there wasn't much smutty goodness. I hope you enjoy reading, regardless! ❤️

“I don’t do games, Doll.” 

For once, David wasn’t paying much attention to you; instead, he was searching for his misplaced lighter while you were grinning sweetly over his seated form. He swears he put the damn thing in his pocket; now where the hell did it go?

"But I think you'll enjoy this one." You shot back, observing his predicament and taking out an extra lighter and offering it to him. David was prone to misplacing his cigarette lighters. You were usually carrying extra after he misplaced one so many times and became irritable as a result.

David turned towards you, seeing the pretty smile on your face and holding out another lighter for him. He smirked before taking the offered lighter, his gloved fingertips brushing against your own, leaving your skin tingling. “Thanks, babe.” He said, putting his cigarette in his mouth and flicking the lighter. 

As he did, you automatically cupped your hands around the lighter to stop any breeze that would prevent the flame from starting. You had a little pout on your face, feeling like he was ignoring you to end the conversation. David gently pulled your hands back a little with his finger after noticing that they were too close to the oncoming flame. He didn't want to take the chance of burning you by mistake, as he did once before. 

When he had lit the cigarette, he reclined in his wheelchair without tearing his eyes away from you, taking a small drag. He observed the small frown on your face, your eyes averting from his own. Even though he would never admit it, he disliked seeing you unhappy, especially when it was because of him. He sighed and released smoke from his mouth after giving it some thought. 

“Alright, come here.” He muttered, giving you a two-fingered gesture and widening his legs in invitation. 

Hearing his words, you turned to face him, that charming smile coming back as you approached him. You proceeded to situate yourself sideways on his lap, perched on his knee, with your arms wrapped around his neck. David placed one arm around your waist to restrain you against him, his other hand holding the cigarette rested on your thigh, and the small stick turned away so that it wouldn't hurt you. 

“What game are we playing?” He questioned, his hand holding your waist and trailing up and down your side. Without looking away, he took another inhale of his cigarette before putting it down once more.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and you were filled with excitement and anticipation. You bent down to whisper in his ear as your hand extended to rub his stubble, and your nails teased his skin. Though you weren't generally this teasing to anyone, however, your lover wasn't just anyone and possessed the ability to bring out your adventurous side. 

Whispering sensually in his sensitive ear, you were unable to notice the way your mate’s eyes flashed a menacing yellow and a wicked smile appeared on his face. But the way his grasp tightened around your waist was unmistakable. His gaze followed the fingers caressing his cheek before he turned his head to press a possessive kiss on the sensitive skin of your wrist, his fangs grazing your pulse. 

“And my reward?” He growled, his eyes reverting to normal as he took another puff on his cigarette to calm himself down, turning back to face you. His hand, placed on your side, squeezed you once more, his resolve crumbling.

“You’re looking at it.” You replied with a mischievous smirk. 

As you dashed through the thick underbrush of the forest, the moon served as your sole source of illumination and complete dread. Shadows loomed large, threatening to swallow you, as the moon's beams shined through the dense tree trunks. Your lungs were straining to take in much-needed oxygen, and your heart was pounding rapidly inside your heaving chest. You didn't want to slow down, even though your whole body ached for a moment to recuperate.

After all, you wanted to give him a good chase. 

Before the game began, David was nice enough to give you a head start. At the time, his back was turned towards you, with his hands shoved inside his pockets. The ease with which he held himself should have been apparent from his posture. But being his mate, you knew otherwise. His eyes possessed a feral gleam in them, and the strain in his shoulders suggested that his control was gradually slipping away. As soon as he turned his back on you, you took advantage of his mercy and hurried into the trees, never turning back. 

You've been running for an extended period of time, and if you kept going, your lungs were bound to burst. It seems strange that you haven't heard or seen any signs of David. Perhaps he hasn't searched for you yet? You hesitated, stopping briefly to give yourself a chance to gather your thoughts and catch your breath. 

You peered through the trees, attempting to acclimate yourself to the surrounding darkness. Small birds were moving about their daily lives, and the sounds of insects buzzing filled the woods. The most frightening predator on the planet, David, was someone you knew you would never hear approaching, and you needed to be cautious. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of your stomach, as if David could suddenly emerge from the shadows. 

Your hand was lying on your chest to regulate your heartbeat as you fought to regain your breath. With every exhale, small clouds passed through your lips from the frigid weather. You closed your eyes, attempting to think of a different plan of action. At this point, you were too preoccupied to notice that the only sounds in the area were your own breathing.

Your breathing gradually calmed down, and you opened your eyes and looked around the woods once again. But your stomach began to twist into knots as the sinking sensation increased. The glowing golden eyes within the darkness were peering straight through you and chills traveled down your spine.

“I see you…” He whispered menacingly, his chest rumbling in the form of a growl. 

You began to sprint in the opposite direction without thought, an intuitive urge for survival taking over every fiber of your being. When it came to him, there were no limitations or holding back; therefore, you should have known better than to tease him. The realization that you wouldn't make it through the night exhilarated you.

His deep chuckle reverberated across the forest, resonating with the trees. Everything within you shuddered, causing you to glance behind you as you tried to maintain distance. You nearly passed out from the horror of what you witnessed above you. David was soaring through the treetops, a manic grin on his newly-transformed face as he peered down at you. 

Without warning, he dove down towards you, his arms outstretched in an attempt to snatch you. His fangs were gleaming underneath the moonlight, threatening to sink themselves into your delicate skin.

You managed to sidestep his strike somehow, almost falling to the ground as you hurried away in an alternate direction. His enraged hissing pierced your ears as he continued to pursue you. However, you knew he could snatch you at any given moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity. He enjoyed the scared look in your pretty eyes and your blood pumping from adrenaline.

Game’s over.

His loud hissing stopped instantaneously, and all that could be heard were your scurrying footsteps. You were too afraid to stop running, thinking that David was trying to trick you. However, the burning sensation in your lungs forced you to stop.

Your gaze scanned the area around you as the sinking sensation in your stomach intensified once more. You backed away until you bumped into the trunk of a nearby tree, resting your hand on your chest. 

“D-David?” You whispered.

Just as you were whispering his name, there was a thump from above, sending shivers down your spine, coming from the tree. Your breaths became unstable, your hands trembling as you cocked your head back towards the sound, filled with horror and absolute excitement.

David was perched on the branch above you, crouching with his forearms resting on his knees. His glowing eyes were gleaming with mischief. He was leaning towards you, his supernatural abilities allowing him to stay perfectly balanced, similar to a vulture staring down at their meal.

“Where you goin’?” He purred in a condescending tone, flashing his sharp fangs that glimmered underneath the moonlight.

You were trying to flee again before you had a chance to think things through, and then you were thrown to the ground. Sprawled down over the ground, you weren't even able to get up when a gloved hand clutched at the back of your neck, rendering you immobile. 

David chuckled darkly, his knees caging you underneath him as he leaned down towards your ear. “I win.” He growled, the tips of his fangs grazing the shell of your ear. 

The sensation made your whole body tremble, and his weight pinning you down made your cheeks flush with arousal. Everything felt primal, being underneath your mate as he held you down in the dirt with his fangs aching to sink into you.

“Mm, you did.” You whispered, a smirk appearing on your face as your mate proceeded to press heated kisses against your jawline, trailing down towards the junction between your neck and shoulder. “And your reward?”

“You know what I want.” He snarled into your delicate neck. 

Without another word, his gloved hands gripped your hips, roughly pulling you into arching your back for him. 

Over the course of the night, your lover of the night growled with delight in response to your delicious cries. One thing was certain: you needed to feed into his sadistic pleasures more often.

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Me when no get chased by David IRL:

I was so excited to learn your requests are open!! I don't know about you but I'd love a lost boys piece where they play a fun game of hide and seek (the kind where they get to play hunter and get a very sensual reward if they find their victim/lover). I hope this is good for you! If you would rather just pick one boy to focus on, then it's your choice who you want 😊

In The Dark

Pairing: David x G/N!Reader

TW: Predator/Prey Dynamic, Hints of intercourse, few curse words, slightly 18+

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This was a wonderful request and im so sorry it took so long to finish and there wasn't much smutty goodness. I hope you enjoy reading, regardless! ❤️

“I don’t do games, Doll.” 

For once, David wasn’t paying much attention to you; instead, he was searching for his misplaced lighter while you were grinning sweetly over his seated form. He swears he put the damn thing in his pocket; now where the hell did it go?

"But I think you'll enjoy this one." You shot back, observing his predicament and taking out an extra lighter and offering it to him. David was prone to misplacing his cigarette lighters. You were usually carrying extra after he misplaced one so many times and became irritable as a result.

David turned towards you, seeing the pretty smile on your face and holding out another lighter for him. He smirked before taking the offered lighter, his gloved fingertips brushing against your own, leaving your skin tingling. “Thanks, babe.” He said, putting his cigarette in his mouth and flicking the lighter. 

As he did, you automatically cupped your hands around the lighter to stop any breeze that would prevent the flame from starting. You had a little pout on your face, feeling like he was ignoring you to end the conversation. David gently pulled your hands back a little with his finger after noticing that they were too close to the oncoming flame. He didn't want to take the chance of burning you by mistake, as he did once before. 

When he had lit the cigarette, he reclined in his wheelchair without tearing his eyes away from you, taking a small drag. He observed the small frown on your face, your eyes averting from his own. Even though he would never admit it, he disliked seeing you unhappy, especially when it was because of him. He sighed and released smoke from his mouth after giving it some thought. 

“Alright, come here.” He muttered, giving you a two-fingered gesture and widening his legs in invitation. 

Hearing his words, you turned to face him, that charming smile coming back as you approached him. You proceeded to situate yourself sideways on his lap, perched on his knee, with your arms wrapped around his neck. David placed one arm around your waist to restrain you against him, his other hand holding the cigarette rested on your thigh, and the small stick turned away so that it wouldn't hurt you. 

“What game are we playing?” He questioned, his hand holding your waist and trailing up and down your side. Without looking away, he took another inhale of his cigarette before putting it down once more.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and you were filled with excitement and anticipation. You bent down to whisper in his ear as your hand extended to rub his stubble, and your nails teased his skin. Though you weren't generally this teasing to anyone, however, your lover wasn't just anyone and possessed the ability to bring out your adventurous side. 

Whispering sensually in his sensitive ear, you were unable to notice the way your mate’s eyes flashed a menacing yellow and a wicked smile appeared on his face. But the way his grasp tightened around your waist was unmistakable. His gaze followed the fingers caressing his cheek before he turned his head to press a possessive kiss on the sensitive skin of your wrist, his fangs grazing your pulse. 

“And my reward?” He growled, his eyes reverting to normal as he took another puff on his cigarette to calm himself down, turning back to face you. His hand, placed on your side, squeezed you once more, his resolve crumbling.

“You’re looking at it.” You replied with a mischievous smirk. 

As you dashed through the thick underbrush of the forest, the moon served as your sole source of illumination and complete dread. Shadows loomed large, threatening to swallow you, as the moon's beams shined through the dense tree trunks. Your lungs were straining to take in much-needed oxygen, and your heart was pounding rapidly inside your heaving chest. You didn't want to slow down, even though your whole body ached for a moment to recuperate.

After all, you wanted to give him a good chase. 

Before the game began, David was nice enough to give you a head start. At the time, his back was turned towards you, with his hands shoved inside his pockets. The ease with which he held himself should have been apparent from his posture. But being his mate, you knew otherwise. His eyes possessed a feral gleam in them, and the strain in his shoulders suggested that his control was gradually slipping away. As soon as he turned his back on you, you took advantage of his mercy and hurried into the trees, never turning back. 

You've been running for an extended period of time, and if you kept going, your lungs were bound to burst. It seems strange that you haven't heard or seen any signs of David. Perhaps he hasn't searched for you yet? You hesitated, stopping briefly to give yourself a chance to gather your thoughts and catch your breath. 

You peered through the trees, attempting to acclimate yourself to the surrounding darkness. Small birds were moving about their daily lives, and the sounds of insects buzzing filled the woods. The most frightening predator on the planet, David, was someone you knew you would never hear approaching, and you needed to be cautious. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of your stomach, as if David could suddenly emerge from the shadows. 

Your hand was lying on your chest to regulate your heartbeat as you fought to regain your breath. With every exhale, small clouds passed through your lips from the frigid weather. You closed your eyes, attempting to think of a different plan of action. At this point, you were too preoccupied to notice that the only sounds in the area were your own breathing.

Your breathing gradually calmed down, and you opened your eyes and looked around the woods once again. But your stomach began to twist into knots as the sinking sensation increased. The glowing golden eyes within the darkness were peering straight through you and chills traveled down your spine.

“I see you…” He whispered menacingly, his chest rumbling in the form of a growl. 

You began to sprint in the opposite direction without thought, an intuitive urge for survival taking over every fiber of your being. When it came to him, there were no limitations or holding back; therefore, you should have known better than to tease him. The realization that you wouldn't make it through the night exhilarated you.

His deep chuckle reverberated across the forest, resonating with the trees. Everything within you shuddered, causing you to glance behind you as you tried to maintain distance. You nearly passed out from the horror of what you witnessed above you. David was soaring through the treetops, a manic grin on his newly-transformed face as he peered down at you. 

Without warning, he dove down towards you, his arms outstretched in an attempt to snatch you. His fangs were gleaming underneath the moonlight, threatening to sink themselves into your delicate skin.

You managed to sidestep his strike somehow, almost falling to the ground as you hurried away in an alternate direction. His enraged hissing pierced your ears as he continued to pursue you. However, you knew he could snatch you at any given moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity. He enjoyed the scared look in your pretty eyes and your blood pumping from adrenaline.

Game’s over.

His loud hissing stopped instantaneously, and all that could be heard were your scurrying footsteps. You were too afraid to stop running, thinking that David was trying to trick you. However, the burning sensation in your lungs forced you to stop.

Your gaze scanned the area around you as the sinking sensation in your stomach intensified once more. You backed away until you bumped into the trunk of a nearby tree, resting your hand on your chest. 

“D-David?” You whispered.

Just as you were whispering his name, there was a thump from above, sending shivers down your spine, coming from the tree. Your breaths became unstable, your hands trembling as you cocked your head back towards the sound, filled with horror and absolute excitement.

David was perched on the branch above you, crouching with his forearms resting on his knees. His glowing eyes were gleaming with mischief. He was leaning towards you, his supernatural abilities allowing him to stay perfectly balanced, similar to a vulture staring down at their meal.

“Where you goin’?” He purred in a condescending tone, flashing his sharp fangs that glimmered underneath the moonlight.

You were trying to flee again before you had a chance to think things through, and then you were thrown to the ground. Sprawled down over the ground, you weren't even able to get up when a gloved hand clutched at the back of your neck, rendering you immobile. 

David chuckled darkly, his knees caging you underneath him as he leaned down towards your ear. “I win.” He growled, the tips of his fangs grazing the shell of your ear. 

The sensation made your whole body tremble, and his weight pinning you down made your cheeks flush with arousal. Everything felt primal, being underneath your mate as he held you down in the dirt with his fangs aching to sink into you.

“Mm, you did.” You whispered, a smirk appearing on your face as your mate proceeded to press heated kisses against your jawline, trailing down towards the junction between your neck and shoulder. “And your reward?”

“You know what I want.” He snarled into your delicate neck. 

Without another word, his gloved hands gripped your hips, roughly pulling you into arching your back for him. 

Over the course of the night, your lover of the night growled with delight in response to your delicious cries. One thing was certain: you needed to feed into his sadistic pleasures more often.

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UMMMMMMM WHATTTT??!!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 IM JUST GONNA……. THIS IS……… GOT DAYYUUUMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

*note this is not me coming back, you can read about that here.

SMUT MINORS DNI Paul hooked your legs over his own and you whimpered at the sight of yourself spread out in his lap. He chuckled and nipped at your ear as he ran a finger through your folds. He brought the soaked finger to his lips and sucked it clean, prompting a moan to fall from your lips.

“How ya doin’ over there bud?” Paul asked, nodding to Marko who was positioned in a chair next to the mirror with his pants unbuckled and his cock in hand. The sight made you clench around nothing.

“Oh I’m just fine man, keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Marko said winking at you. You caught sight of Paul’s devilish grin in the reflection as he began to rub tiny, soft circles around your clit.

You sucked in a breath at his attentions, leaning your head back against his shoulder while he hummed and continued. “Look how pretty this sweet little pussy is,” he purred in your ear, tilting your head up so you were faced with the vision of his fingers swirling around your most sensitive spot. You mewled, blushing as his reflection smirked at you.

“Think she’s ready for more?” Paul asked, quirking his eyebrow. You waited for Marko’s reply, though his hands were full, until he realized he was talking to you. “…don’t you mean am I ready for more?” you asked, confused.

Paul’s smirk deepened, “wasn’t talkin bout you baby, was talkin bout her” his fingers left your clit to stroke your outer lips. You gasped as you realized what he meant.

Your hands moved to hide your face as a puddle of wetness began to pool beneath you. You were positive you were soaking Paul’s lap but he didn’t seem to mind.

He slid a finger into you and began to bend it slowly. He gasped teasingly, “look how she sucked me right in baby, holding me so tight?” He kissed your neck as he rubbed against your g spot.

You did everything you could not to scream as your head lulled back onto his shoulder once more. “Uh uh,” Paul scolded, rolling his shoulder so your head popped up, “want you to watch me while I make you feel good babygirl ok?”

You nodded and let out a soft whimper in reply. He chuckled to himself again as he took in the sight of your pouting face in the mirror, your bottom lip popped out, your cheeks red, and your eyes silently begging for more.

“Bein so good, can’t help myself from giving ya whatcha want sugar,” he slipped another finger in beside the first one and rubbed the spongey spot inside you with both. His other hand came around to stroke your clit again.

As he stroked you, you watched his fingers move inside you, come out a little and disappearing once more into your soft, soaked cunt.

You breathing became heavy as you felt yourself begin to flutter around Paul’s fingers. “Mmm she’s squeezing me so tight baby, must really love having me in here,” he teased, “like bein all filled up sugar?”

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. You were so close to tumbling over the edge when you caught sight of Marko. You’d been too distracted with your reflection to notice him rutting into his own hand until you were met with the vision of him cumming all over himself. The sight brought you to your peak and you watched yourself coat Paul’s fingers with your release.

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What are the rules of your requests?

Hi! All of my rules are in my pinned post at the top of my profile.

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Your "Even in Death" fic is fantastic, it's easily one of my favorites that I've read so far! Do you plan on releasing part 3 any time soon? No pressure to rush, of course!

Thank you!

Sorry this took me sooooo long to answer, I just haven’t been on tumblr in a LONG ass time. Even In Death was only ever supposed to be a one off thing, so there won’t ever be anymore parts to it.. But I’m happy that you really liked it!!

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You've been isekai'd to the fictional world of what you last played, read or watched (whatever was the most recent option)…what was it, would you survive and what would you do in it?

Supernatural…. I think I’d survive for a while, but I’d definitely end up dead within a year…. As for what I’d do… I would spend that year trying to fuck Dean Winchester.

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Imagine... Dean Coming To You For Comfort

Summary: Dean looks for comfort after a nightmare. He enjoys being the little spoon. 

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a fic where dean just needs some comfort from the reader? it could be platonic and dean just had a bad day or a nightmare and doesn't want to be alone and wants to be held without asking"

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Word Count: 902 

Warnings: language, nightmares, implied violence (hunting a vamp nest), brief mention of a gun reader keeps under the pillow, a little angst, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluff 

A/N: Found this in my wips, it's a little short but sweet. Enjoy. 

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“I said, I'm fucking fine, okay?!” 

Dean's words echoed in your ears. You'd only asked him the once and he just snapped at you, so when you got back to the bunker you beelined for your room and slammed the door. 

You didn't get food, you didn't shower off the motel shower from a few hours earlier like you usually would, and you didn't get any sleep either. ‘Monopoly’ speaking, you did not pass 'GO'. You just pouted in your bed. 

The hunt could've gone better; it also could've gone worse. 

You stared at the ceiling, still awake and wondering how to reproach Dean. He was clearly not fine but until he was able to admit that, there was no getting through to him. Dean was just too stubborn when he was in these moods and honestly you were a little, too. You wanted to help, but you didn't want to swallow your pride and walk down that hall just to have him yell at you again. 

You weren't a masochist. But you still laid there, in bed, overthinking everything that went wrong with the hunt. 

First of all, you should've brought Sam with you, or Cas. Dean said it would be simple enough though with the two of you. It wasn't and you almost got killed. Dean, of course, wasn't letting himself forget it. You could see that written all over his face on the ride home. 

Stopping your mind from racing wasn't easy. You counted the dots on the ceiling tiles as you listened to the ticking of Dean's wristwatch on your arm. He'd synchronized it to the time on his cell and given it to you before the hunt so you could stay structured in your plan against the vamp nest. 

It was smart, until it wasn't. There were more than you expected and you always jumped the gun and went in first. Standing still wasn't the easiest thing for you to do with all that adrenaline pumping in your veins. And you were used to hunting alone. Before the Winchesters came into the picture. 

Needless to say, everything that went wrong after that was about ninety-percent your fault. The other ten was simply a miscalculation.

You'd known the Winchesters for quite some time but moving into the bunker with them was fairly new. In the back of your mind, you hoped Dean wouldn't ask you to move out. You kinda liked not being completely alone anymore. The world was tough and they felt like family already. It would break your heart for sure; shatter any trust you had left. 

Your bedroom door creaked open slowly on its old hinges and a shadowed figure peaked its head inside your room. You held your breath for a moment and gripped the cool handle of your gun underneath your pillow. 

Always on guard. Even if the bunker was the safest place you'd ever been. 

"Easy, Y/N, it's just me." Dean said, pushing the door open the rest of the way so the light of the hall revealed his features. 

His expression was soft, too soft -broken like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the nightmares to prove it. His hair was disheveled and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. 

"Just wanted to check on you, I'll let you get back to sleep. Sorry I woke you, sweetheart." Dean breathed deep and slowly started to shut your door. "And sorry I yelled." 

"Wait," you sat up and placed the gun on the night table next to you before switching the light on low. "Come here. Close the door." 

You flipped back the covers, shuffled over to make room and patted the mattress beside you. Dean wiped the frown from his face with his hand and did as you said. He shut the door and settled into bed next to you. Tense and unmoving once he rolled onto his side facing away from you. 

He couldn't ask, but he didn't need to. 

You clicked off the light and tugged up the covers to his chin. Your palm rubbed over his shoulders and half-way down his back, then circled up again until you felt his muscles begin to relax. 

"That feels nice," he breathed and sniffled a little. 

You continued your motions for a while longer until his breathing evened out, you could tell he was still awake but knew he didn't intend on talking things out. That wasn't Dean. So instead, you rubbed up and down his arm and molded your chest into his back, settling into your position as big spoon. You squeezed him and held his hand against his chest. 

"Thank you," he sighed and weaved his fingers through yours. 

Dean didn't talk about feelings if he didn't have to. And for someone so 'tough', more often than not, he liked to be the little spoon. Especially to your big spoon. 

There was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ever to bring it up in the light of day. But things were just different at night and being vulnerable and open didn't feel as achy and oozy. 

Feelings were allowed to be felt in the dark. 

He'd be gone before you woke, starting breakfast and roasting coffee in the kitchen, but for now your pieces could hold his pieces together. 

And maybe you could both finally get some sleep. 

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✨ send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going ! hope you're having a beautiful day darling, sending lots of love your way✨

When the bestie thinks your dumb ass is wonderful.

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Eat shit 😘

My honest reaction:

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Hey bestie❤️🖤❤️ I saw you had one request slot left!

Feel free to delete this if you don’t like the prompt but could you write something for Paul x Siren reader? To me he seems like he’d be the most likely to date another monster (and who better to date a creature who’s whole thing is seducing others, than the master of flirting himself😂) details up to you!

Sea Nymph

Pairing: Paul x Fem Siren!Reader

TW: Written in Paul's POV, Cursing, injured reader, mentions of blood, Vampire Superstitions, Slight Yandere Behavior.

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful request, my dear! I had a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy this! Please note that any gifs I use are not mine! I am open to writing another part if demanded enough! Reblogs are appreciated!!

Word Count: 1.8k

Gif Credits: @lostboysluvr @noonlight-stims @loisfreakinglane

It was a quiet night in Santa Carla, and the boys were spending it within the cave. David was seated in his wheelchair, Dwayne was showing Laddie astonishing pictures from one of his numerous books, and Marko was drawing at the fountain. Paul, on the other hand, was totally bored out of his mind on the couch. He kept listening to the same albums; he was out of pot, and he wasn't hungry because the boys were still full from the night before. His legs were feeling restless, and he wanted to move.

Paul sighed before rising to his feet, adjusting his jacket, and making his way to the exit. "I'll catch ya later!" He said, giving David a sly grin.

"Where you goin'?" Marko asked, setting down his sketchbook and rising up to follow the taller blonde. The two were always inseparable, and Paul never minded the company.

"Goin' for a ride; you wanna go?" Paul asked, pausing at the door to turn towards Marko, his mischievous grin remaining on his face. "I'm getting bored just sittin' around."

"You know I do." Marko retorted, playfully slapping Paul's shoulder before exiting the cave.

Paul turned towards Dwayne and David, giving them a playful wave. "Don't miss us too much!" He laughed and dashed off, ignoring David, who was flipping him off.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.

Paul leaned on the bike's seat, his fingers delicately tapping on the white fabric of his slacks while his hands played an imaginary beat across his thighs. His thoughts were racing, and he was even more fidgety than when he was in the cave. His eyes swept through the people on the boardwalk. His previous plans for pulling mischief on the security guard or other strangers were long abandoned. He had a rare flutter of anxiety in his chest and was perplexed.

What was wrong with him?

On his own bike, Marko was seated next to him, munching on a popsicle from one of the stands. Marko didn't seem to notice that Paul was acting strangely tonight, as the smaller man minded his own business at the worst possible time. 

Then everything hit him at once.

His keen hearing detected another sound in the distance, somewhere along the beach, yet his ears gave the impression that it was taking place directly next to him. The eerie sound of crying both captivated and alarmed him. The haunting sounds that caused his thoughts to shut down made him stiffen as he tried to make sense of them. He was forced to narrow his attention to the noise's source while everything else—including the crowd's yelling and the flashing lights—seemed to fade away. The cries had a strangely non-human quality to them.

"Dude, you hear that?" Paul asked quietly, his eyes scanning along the beach underneath the boardwalk.

Marko paused, glancing at the taller blonde with a hint of confusion. "Hear what? The usual sound of kids screaming their heads off?" He remarked with a slight tease.

Paul huffed a little before shaking his head. "You don't hear those cries?" He pointed in the direction it was coming from. "Over there."

Marko focused his hearing in that direction before shaking his head. "No dude, you high or somethin?" He teased.

Paul felt his heart on the verge of breaking and exploding as the cries appeared to become louder abruptly. He felt the need to be protective, so he immediately started his bike.

"I gotta go." Paul said, swiftly yet clumsily switching on his engine and taking off towards the beach before Marko could even reply.

The rumble of the engine and the sound of the breaking waves disrupted the silence, which Paul found uncomfortable as he slowly came to a stop.

He settled on a spot close to the towering sea stacks that serve as the beach's terminus. The seashore was covered in stray rocks and stones that were durable and sharp enough to hurt someone if they weren't careful.

The blonde vampire turned off the motor and slowly put out his kickstand with the edge of his boot. As he stepped off his bike, his ears once again searched for the previous eerie sounds as his eyes took in his surroundings.

He took a few steps and waited for a few seconds before being greeted by additional smashing waves. He sighed angrily and headed back to his bike. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him after all.

"Fuck it." He muttered, getting ready to hop onto his bike.

That's when he heard it once more.

From the opposite side of the boulder stacks, faint cries could be heard. He realized they were howls of pain as he got closer. Paul's undead heart would have been pounding in his chest if the organ was still pumping blood.

Someone was harmed, someone valuable, someone significant, and his instincts were resonating throughout his thoughts. Paul rushed forward towards the rocks without pausing; the flare of gold and crimson in his eyes gave them an unhuman appearance. He ascended the rock structure using his vampire abilities, his boots touching the surface as he did so. As his eyes were drawn towards the ground, they widened, and his body grew tense. 

Paul has seen various creatures throughout his immortal life, monsters that roamed the earth, yet he has never seen one that roamed the sea.

A Siren, his mate, you.

Your skin had a texture and color resembling that of a shark, being grey with blue undertones, and your hair was knotted and covered in sand. Your hands were webbed, and your razor-sharp fangs and talons coiled into a lethal point. Your eyes were a tiny ring of color, and your pupils were dilated. Your tail was a deadly weapon, with spikes running the length of its sides. You were both eerily gorgeous and completely monstrous.

You were perfect.

When the smell of blood entered his senses and he at last realized what was happening, his pupils dilated. You were caught in a net, the cords cutting into your skin and nicking your face and sensitive gills. His ears were ringing, and he remembered hearing your cries of misery.

"Shit, hold on!" Paul yelled as he sprung from the rocks and sprinted at your helpless form. He sprang back in alarm when your webbed hand pierced the net and your talons reached out to strike at him Your angered hissing echoed in the air as you effortlessly tried to defend yourself despite your predicament.

"Woah, woah, babe!" Paul exclaimed, raising his hands in an attempt to show he wasn't trying to hurt you, that he meant no harm. He paused to take in your appearance for a moment while you hissed at him once more. He couldn't help but think it was adorable, and a small grin broke out on his face.

"I'm just trying to help you." He said softly, bringing his hands down and bending slightly, while attempting to appear non-threatening despite the gleam in his eyes. "You cool with that, babe?" He whispered, his golden eyes meeting your own, silently hoping that your bond would placate you somehow.

You must have felt the connection between you and him as your hissing slowly came to a stop and your hand dropped back onto the sand. You huffed and moved your gaze towards the sand, the fight within you dissipating.

Paul moved closer to you and brought himself to his knees, taking in the damage and knowing he needed to act quickly. Without thinking, his own talons emerged, and he began slashing through the ropes, his own vampire strength assisting him in your freedom.

As he continued slashing, he returned his gaze to you, and your eyes connected with his once more. You watched him with slight apprehension and intrigue, the color of your irises returning as your pupils shrank to normal size. He desperately wished you could say something; your voice would be the most beautiful music. Yet, even if you couldn't, your eyes still spoke a thousand words.

Shit, he's getting like Dwayne.

Once you were finally released, Paul proceeded to wrap his arms around you, one around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He almost purred in satisfaction when your own arms wrapped around his neck, and your face pressed against his neck. He didn't care that your teeth were dangerously close to his jugular; he would gladly die by your teeth if it meant saving you. Despite the fact that your tail made you well over six feet tall and heavy, Paul was able to pick you up without any problem.

"I gotcha, babe." He whispered against your fin-like ear, treading towards the water. He hesitated at the shoreline, knowing the consequences of trying to cross through running water. Did the ocean really count? He didn't know, but he was going to find out.

He stepped into the water, slowly moving through the lapping water as he tread through. Instantly, his legs felt like they were on fire, moving through lava rather than the salty water of the ocean. With a small hiss of pain, he continued until the water reached his thighs.

With another hiss of pain, he placed you into the water, his arms stinging as he released you, and you instantly launched into the water, disappearing into the darkened depths.

He sighed in a mixture of disappointment and sadness, knowing that you must not have felt as connected as he thought you were. You were probably swimming further and further away from him, returning to your own home in the sea.

However, his eyes widened when your head emerged from the water, and you looked up at him with an expression that he couldn't place. He smiled and bent down slightly, ignoring the stinging feeling throughout his arms and legs, your faces were only a few inches from one another.

Finally, you did something that completely surprised him...and made his instincts soar.

"Thank you..." You whispered softly, a small smile appearing on your face as your eyes sparkled under the moonlight.

Paul was speechless, his eyes refusing to break from your own as he brought his hand towards your cheek, his talons gently brushing against the texture of your skin.

"Anything for you." He purred, slowly bringing his face towards yours for a kiss.

However, you only giggled and pulled away, and with a swift motion, you disappeared into the waves once more, and you were no longer in sight.

Paul straightened himself into a standing stance while observing the horizon. He missed your presence and couldn't help but grin at the situation at hand. But he didn't mind since he was certain that your bond would eventually bring you back to him.

The next time, he won't let you get away; he will make you his. He'll, wait and he will strike. 

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