Every time he went out he’d put her in The Box. The wand was set just low enough to not let her cum, and on the floor in front of her was a tablet that played an never ending stream of porn, plus flashing up messages he’d send her – little encouragements, and occasionally updates like, ‘I’m bring a friend home’ or even worse ‘I’m bringing your friend home’.
At first they were just teases, until she finally begged him to do it for real. Just as he’d planned.
Baby, I know that I promised after you learnt to take my cock in your arse I’d finally take your real virginity, but I have to be honest, I love that you’re my little virgin slut. I’ve decided to keep you that way. So lift your legs up, that’s right, hug your knees. What’s this? I’m sorry, I know it’s a bit cold. It’s a fake pussy. With a bit of lube, and once it’s warmed up, it’ll feel nearly as good as yours would. For me anyway. Don’t cry baby, this is exciting. When I’m done there will be a warm, if fake, pussy to learn to suck my cum out of. And that’s going to be a very useful skill to learn, trust me. I’ll let you think on that while it warms up for 20 minutes. I don’t like it cold. So just stay like that, and I’ll be back soon. Love you.
With her training Kim had been able to resist their standard interrogation. But a day or two on the ClimaxOMatic, with the orgasm inhibitor drug coursing through her system would surely break her.
Once they took that gag off there wasn’t anything that wouldn’t come out of it, or be willingly accepted into it, they hoped.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader (Supernatural)
Prompt: Soulmate AU where you get a book at birth in which each page is a day and each chapter is a year. Each day, you get some information about their day, some things they said, some things they felt, some activities. Also, the last thing in the book will be the first words they said to you.
Requested?: Yes, by me.
Word count: 4,500 (Damn, that’s long)
(A/N): this is not my idea. Normally I write down from who I stole it, but I forgot. So if you know who made this idea, let me know! & I am obsessed with Supernatural and I love Dean! SO, that’s why! Heehee;)
Dean Winchester had always loved reading his book. The book about his soulmate, the only connection between them. At young age, he was confused as why her parents were so strict. She needed to run, and swim and at age seven, his soulmate got a knife for her birthday. But what was weird was that she didn’t seem to mind. Dean soon understood she was a hunter, just like he was becoming. That didn’t scare him. He knew she, as his soulmate, would be able to handle herself.
When Dean got older, he loved reading about her even more. She was really smart and good, she worked mostly alone and loved llama’s, which he thought was pretty amusing. He liked how she always was pretty happy, no matter what her injuries or the job was. The book said her smile was one to die for. He liked how she could flirt with boys, just for information. He liked how she was funny and drank tea with alcohol and drank tequila after each job. He fell in love with her, slowly and not because of her looks. He didn’t know how she would look. He hoped she was pretty.
Dean and Sam were at a motel, there was a job close by, but they wouldn’t make it there until tomorrow. Sam was in the shower, so Dean had a little bit time for him alone. Out of his bag, he took the already large book. Each chapter represented a year, and he was glad the book was so big, meaning she was still alive. The last few days, he hadn’t been able to read the book because of his research and the job. He had to catch up on a few days.
Walking around, driving in a car.
“I like chicken nuggets, but tart is better.”
She winked at the guy, whose mouth hung open. He wasn’t used to girl that pretty hitting on him.
Her eyes were tired, but this night would be sleepless, she would have to do research if she wanted to finish the job tomorrow.
Dean grinned, this was how he knew her, totally random, yet very determent. She liked to get a move on things.
Her boots were tight, she had checked that tree times already. Her dark shirt and pants were tight and easy to fight in. She took her bag and jumped in the jeep. The house was quiet, but she knew that the ghost of Julie could show up at any moment. Pain took over as something hit her in the back of her head. With a groan, she turned around, shotgun ready. She missed. She really needed to find that stupid box.
After what seemed like hours of reading, Dean relaxed. She was safe, mildly hurt but safe. That was the one thing he always hoped. That she would be alive, breathing and mentally healthy. He knew how it was to lose someone you care about, and he couldn’t lose her, not before they had met. Dean wasn’t really afraid she would die on a job, she had proven how good she was plenty of times.
“Reading about your soulmate?” Sam spoke and Dean looked up, Sams tone was slightly teasingly.
“So what? Everyone does.” Dean stated, calm, unamused. He saw Sam grin slightly.
Y/n didn’t like reading about her soulmate. She had read too much over the pain he had been through. She had read about his mothers death, and her parents had explained her everything. They didn’t know what had killed her, but it was something supernatural. She had read about how his father wasn’t really a good father. She had read about him being hungry a lot because he gave his little brother more food. That broke her heart. She wasn’t one to pity, and she told herself she didn’t pity him, but she wished he had had a better childhood, at least.
She walked out of the warm shower, her hair falling damp over her shoulders when she sat on her bed. Y/n really wanted to read her book, she always hoped she would read he was happy that day, even when he was happy for weeks, she would still hope he was happy. She hesitated. She always did. Swallowing hard, she took the book from the nightstand. The book felt heavy on her lap.
He and his brother sneaked into the dark building, under the police tape to the house. His brother was first. The remains of the ghost where in the house, they only needed to find it before the ghost found them. They started from the basement, they had no clue where the body could be. He screamed, yelled for his brother to duck before firing. The ghost vanished, but they knew he would come back. He said that his brother needed to search upstairs, they didn’t have much time. He went downstairs, stairs made a lot of noise. His flashlight gave him some light. He opened doors, cabins, closets. But he noticed the newer wall. The bricks still had color. he yelled for his brother, not wanting him to be in more danger then needed. His brother stumbled it, gun ready. Together they broke down the wall, and an old corpse rolled out. Salt and burn. This job was done.
Y/n wanted more information, she always wanted more. But she knew that she wouldn’t. She hoped they would meet soon. Y/n didn’t want to go to sleep, even though she was tired. So, longing for her soulmate, she read her favorite parts again. The parts where he was happy, where he had a reason to smile. That always made her heart warm.
Dean and Sam Winchester sat in a diner, talking about the job.
“So, you think it is a vengeful spirit?” Sam asked Dean, leaning in over the table.
“Yes, I think it is. I mean, people disappearing near a forest? I checked it, and each year, in one week, this week, every night at least one person disappears. And that for seven days.” Dean took a sip out his cup.
“Okay, this is a job. But where do we start?” Dean wanted to answer that question, but then something caught his eye. No, a someone. A young woman walked past. Her hair fell over shoulders, decoration her leather jacket. She had a very tight pair of jeans on, and high heels. Dean didn’t notice she stood slightly unstable on the shoes. When she stopped by a table, Dean saw her red lips, flirty smile and low cut tank top. The man she talked to asked her to sit, and Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Even though there was obvious flirting, she didn’t seen interested. He wondered why she sat by him.
“Dean,” Sam started. “are you even listening?” Dean teared his eyes away from the beautiful woman.
“Yes, of course I was.”
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Only a few hours had passed, Dean would talk to a few people, and Sam, Sam would do some more research. Dean chose a house which was very close to the forest. It if was a spirit, then maybe they would know. He knocked on the door and was surprised when he saw the man the beautiful woman had flirted with.
“Hello, I’m from the police. I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night disappearance.” Dean smiled and the man, a slight hint of envy in his eyes.
“Come in.” He said and stepped aside. Inside the house it was cold, most things were dark and there were no flowers. he wouldn’t be surprised if he smelled death.
Once Dean sat, he started to ask questions. until he couldn’t help it anymore.
“So, you home alone? I mean if your girlfriend is here I would like to ask her a few questions.” Dean asked casually.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” the man almost snapped.
“Easy there, I just thought you had because you are so gentle.” Dean gave the man a sarcastic smile, he had everything he needed.
The mark of a believer, all the proof he needed that this girl was the one he was after. Having shared much company together and after they had started sending pictures to one another, his waiting had finally paid off; finally this mark on her arm signified what he had expected, that this girl knew the whereabouts of the relics that the mark of the Deathly Hallows signified.
When he arrived at her house he played it coolly at first, she was already waiting for him, stripped down to only those pretty white panties, her tattoo proudly displayed on her arm. His lust for her nearly overcame him, wanting to quell the desires she was so clearly displaying, yet he kept his mind on task, ready for the right moment to reveal his true intent. Having spoken with her for a long time previously, he knew that she had been in a state of orgasmic abstinence, now he was going to use this to his advantage. In such a state of longing, having spoken of finally meeting for a sexual encounter for a long time, she let him restrain her, shivering in anticipation of such pleasures he could give her while helplessly spread eagled within the magical bonds.
Her morning edges complete, it was time for her daily chores. The standard maid uniform included a tightly laced corset and a nice large plug, as well as the arm binder and the rather torturous nipple clamps attached to the strap above her knees.
If she pulled the clamps off her nipples, her orgasm date was pushed back another day. It hardly ever happens now, but it took her quite a few tries to figure out how to complete her dusting while maintaining the proper posture.
She had to be very careful and very thorough, so this process kept her occupied until dinnertime and the post-dinner service duty. Ensuring that everyone else was completely sexually satisfied was the most important part of her daily routine. It was also her favorite.
Lesbians who say they’ll never date a girl that has touched a man. People that say bi girls will cheat because they’re bi. There’s so much biphobia not only with straight people, but in the gay community
my lesbian friends who told me they were “high-key disappointed” when i started dating a cishet boy. my ex girlfriend who asked me “wait weren’t you gay” and then when i explained i was bi went “um. ew lol”. the whole “gold star lesbian” bullshit. can we face the biphobia in the lgbt community instead of shoving it under the rug lol
I’ve seen and reblogged this for the boy version as well, so it’s only fair if I do it for girls as well!!
letting someone create a false narrative of you is a small price to pay for having rid yourself of their toxicity. let them say what they want, if you and God know the truth, your life will flourish and their lies will rot theirs.
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