Supernatural Imagines and Preferences

AbbadonxReader: Dangerous Woman

Of course you just had to get your ass caught by the one bitch you were told to avoid. The demon with a sweet tooth for submissive types.

You dangled from the trip wire that was wrapped around your wrists. It suspended you and made you stretch to touch the ground. In dark alley, a certain red haired, black eyed bitch stood a few feet away from you. She smiled dimly as she watched you struggle against your bonds.

"So this is the precious little Y/n the Winchesters were so desperate to protect?" She mocked.

You growled, "Are you kidding me? Those dimwits sold me out?"

She walked up to you and grabbed your chin, "Well, they didn't sell you out, but I have heard your name used once or twice." She gave your cheek a playful pat. She slid her fingers along your shoulders and walked a circle around you.

"You are going to be so much fun to torture." She smiled, "I can tell, you're the kind to keep your mouth shut until I threaten something precious, like an eye or an ear." She stroked your hair softly.

You tilted your head to the side, "I don't know anything about those two. Yeah, I've worked with them once or twice, but I'd hardly say we could be considered friends."

She shrugged, "Well that's how you feel. What about them? They seem to like you, and you seem to keep on good terms with them."

"Well if I were on bad terms, I'd be dead." You deadpanned.

"Yes," she nodded, "I suppose you would be."

"So am I bait or just-" you were cut off.

"I'm not going to say which one," she leaned in close to you, "but one of them seems to have a tiny crush on you. So, yes honey, You are the bait. But, I'm not going to torture you. I have slightly different plans." She leaned in and kissed you lightly.

You flinch back in surprise, you'd been with other girls before, although you had a preference towards guys, but with a demon? Who were you, Sam Winchester? Hell no!

"Whoa there toots," you smirk shyly, "you aren't my type."

She yanked your hair and exposed your neck, "What, female?" She lightly kissed and bit your collarbone.

"No." You snarled. You kicked upwards and feel your boot land in between her legs, "Demon."

She growled fiercely and grabbed your neck, "I think we should take this someplace more private."

She squeezes your neck with a fierce grip. Your head feels like it's about to explode until you suddenly feel ultimately weightless. Unknown to you, you'd fainted dead away into Abbadon's waiting arms.
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You come to strapped down to a table. You tug at your straps that are wrapped tightly around your wrists. Someone has removed your jacket. And your shirt. And your bra. And your pants. A thick black leather band covers your chest and is so constricting you can hardly breathe. Another thick black band grips your lower half although being slightly looser. You grunt through the tight gag in your mouth and struggle until the sound of a door slamming and loud clicking heels turns your attention away.

Abbadon, in a tight fitted black dress meets your eyes. The dress looks like leather and barely leaves anything to the imagination. She holds a thin whip in her hand and she slaps it against her hand. "Look whose awake."

She slaps the whip in her hand and you flinch at the loud sound. She lets out an amused laugh. "Oh Darling, don't worry. I don't bite on the first round." She winks suggestively. She traces your exposed belly lightly with the whip and slaps it firmly.

It stings slightly as you give a muffled shout. You stare angrily at her, demanding she stop. She gives another slap and shakes her head, "A proper beating doesn't start until you wish it was over." She licked her lips and pulled the gag out of your mouth. 

"Any helpful information on the Winchesters is all I'm after." She pouted. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will." She smiled.

She walked over to a steel table on the other side of the room and unfolded a cloth. She picked something up and examined it before wrapping a cord around her hands. She hid it behind her and swung the cord in circles as she walked towards you.

"W-what are you doing?" You were nervous. You wouldn't put it past her to pull a chainsaw out if she thought it would help.

She plugged in the cord to a hidden outlet on the chair and pulled out the hidden object from behind her. A dark shiny vibrator rests in her palms, she gives it a click and it turns on with a threatening hum. You yank fiercely at your bonds, trying to break free.

"Wait, please don't-"

The vibrator hits your clit and your head flies back at the new sensation. You continue to thrash until she rubs it circularly, then you ease into it.

"Uh- Jesus." You move your hips to match her rhythm.

"Not tonight, darling." She smirks. "And to think, we've only just begun."

"Go to hell." You feel beads of sweat run down your forehead.

"That's the spirit." She winks.

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I AM SOOOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO DAMN LONG.

So I'm entering college now 🎉 and it's nice. Good campus, nice people, there's two Starbucks. But I'm only talking about the important things.  

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