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The Cross My Heart Meme

When only a dysfunctional relationship will do.

Rules
1. Post with a character, put the name and canon in the subject line. In the body of the comment, give your preferences and some if possible some information about the character.
2. Respond to others and roleplay a dysfunctional relationship.
3. Feel free to take inspiration/scenes from the list below or write your own prompt.

Scenarios

1. Try to tell you 'no', but my body keeps on telling you 'yes'. You absolutely, positively do NOT want to sleep with this person again. So why the heck do you keep waking up with their underwear on your bedpost?

2. What happens when a tornado meets a volcano. Maybe you're just too different to see eye to eye. Or maybe you're just too alike and no one's going to compromise. Either way, your battle of wills looks more like World War 3 than a lover's spat.

3. All your love is revenge. You don't know why you're together. You don't know how to be apart. But is whatever that's making you stay with this person worth all the misery?

4. I would die for you baby (but you won't do the same). Ever love someone so much you'd take a bullet for them? What if you want to find out if they would do the same for you? It's not that crazy to demand the same kind of devotion from your lover, right? After all, it's only fair. You aren't obsessed, you're just in love.

5. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Where did things go wrong? You started out so in love, so attached, and now it seems like things are falling apart. Can the relationship be fixed or is this where you both stare awkwardly at each other and decide who gets the CDs and who gets the goldfish?

6. You let me complicate you. You're not good for them. You're corrupting them, you're ruining their life, you're causing them pain, even if you never meant to. Why are they still hanging around?

7. I don't care if you really care as long as you don't go. So there's no love in the relationship. But there's so many other reasons to stay together, right? Sometimes having a lover is more important than being a lover.

8. I will go down with this ship. It's been over a long time and your lover has moved on. But you're never going to give up the hope that they might come back to you. Love is supposed to be forever.

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Dean hadn't been in Lindsey's office in awhile now, though there was a distinct difference between this time and the last. Instead of being thrown into the room he strolled in, grinning like an idiot after being told he could enter by the cute little secretary outside. For a moment he felt like his old self again. He'd just parked his car in the parking garage, happy to have found it and it's contents untouched. He even found his old leather jacket which he was now wearing.

Plus he was pretty sure he wouldn't get yelled at today. He'd followed all his instructions. They'd given him a mark, a curfew, and a long list of things he wasn't allowed to do. Thankfully that list didn't involve offing the wild in under two hours, going to some dive bar in la, having a few drinks, and fucking s cute little brunette...but he had on a tracking device, they knew everywhere he was going. Besides, he'd been home by curfew.

He walked over to Lindsey's desk, collapsing into one of the available chairs. "Mission accomplished. I gotta say it was weird having a clean up crew provided, nice not to have to run or hide a body."

Unfortunately, all that pride had blocked out a few important details for the hunter, such as he was walking into a vampire's office and smelling like bar smoke, beer, and the cheep perfume of the last cute girl he had sex with, not to mention the lingering stink of musk, was probably a bad idea.

Lindsey had looked up when Dean entered, but nostrils flaring quickly, his eyes narrowed and he returned to perusing the case documents that he had been absorbed with when Dean walked in. It was well past midnight, but given his current nature, working the midnight oil was pretty natural too.

Without glancing up again, Lindsey frowned and said, in a simple direct tone, "You stink."

Dean cocked his head at Lindsey's comment, letting out a small laugh. "Thanks, it's nice to see you too.". He crossed his legs, waiting for...something. "So I'm back, early I might add. You guys gave me till sunrise. I was told to report back to you...is now a bad time or something?"

Finally Lindsey looked up again to give the human a flat look. "Then why didn't you stay out until sunrise? It is not as if you're hiding that you weren't on company business the past hour." He placed the files down on his desk and looked the human up and down. He couldn't fault him for bucking a little when given the freedom, but he didn't have to bring it into Lindsey's office.

Dean shrugged, trying not to squirm under the close scrutiny. "I didn't wanna risk it. Don't know the city that well and the last thing I needed was to end up lost in la and get back late. You people made it clear what breaking the rules meant.". And while he didn't think they'd kill him or something like thst for being late, he could see them putting him back in a cell and not putting him in the field again anytime soon. "And...yeah I had a little fun. But only after I finished work. I double and triple checked that work agreement I signed, I wasn't breaking any rules."

"No, you weren't." Still debating if he should remain annoyed or not, Lindsey decided he could be, for a little while yet. He was going to have to be smelling Dean's scent the rest of the night after all.

In fact, the more he flared his nose against that smell of musk, the more it was bringing forth urges that he hadn't had in a while.

"Next time you do something like this, you take a shower before you come here. Now get on your knees and come around."

Dean froze, starting to look nervous. "I...I can go take a shower now? Sorry, I forgot about the whole vampire senses thing, okay?". And he had. The few times he'd been around vamps it was usually just to kill them, he didn't really need to know much about them besides how to kill them. "Only reason I went right to you is cause the guy downstairs told me to. But I'll go get cleaned up and done back, alright?". He stood up and turned to leave.

Lindsey's growl was low and not quite human. "I said," he spoke patiently, "get on your knees and come around." He pushed back from his large desk and leaned in his chair in a way that would be horrifically familiar to Dean, especially with how he spread his legs apart.

"How else am I to deal with the stink of your sex in my office the whole night?"

Dean flinched at the familiar stance but grit his teeth and forced himself to turn back towards Lindsey. Get on his knees and come over, Lindsey didn't expect him to crawl, did he? Instead dean just started walking forward, any joy or excitement he had for tonight replaced with annoyance and misery. "Then ill go wash it off..,.you never said I wasn't allowed to have sex with people."

"I never said that," Lindsey answered in an annoyingly arrogant tone as he waited for Dean to do as he was told. "Just that you don't bring it back to my presence. It arouses the demon, you can say." Just as seeing the hunter, so fresh from a hunt and kill, was now vulnerable on his knees did. Lindsey really didn't abuse his power as much as he should or to his demon's satisfaction, but it was always such a treat when he did.

"ok...then just let me leave right now and you won't have to deal with it." He still hard stains of blood on his over shirt from killing this thing. He got to feel strong for a second, like his old self and now he was sinking to his knees in front of another man, keeping his eyes lowered in shame.

"Too late," Lindsey told him, his hand reaching out to card through Dean's hair. "I'll be smelling you in here for hours and I can't have that... not without my scent to cover it." He coaxed Dean's head forward a bit. "Just a quick job. Think of it as a thank you for tonight."

"What the hell? What about a thank you for me? I'm the one that did all the work.". Dean cringed when he was pushed forward and was overcome with self loathing as his Garda automatically came up to open Lindsey's pants and pull him out. He'd done this enough times at this point, he was getting better at making it go quickly. But it didn't make this any less degrading.

"And you already got your rocks off," Lindsey pointed out, which was the crux of the problem that caused this situation in the first place. "You were practically begging to be given the opportunity. I don't think a 'thank you' is too much out of line."

Lindsey grinned when he was removed from his confines, already semi-hard for what was to come. Leaning forward, he smirked at the human. "You would've offered your ass for the chance tonight."

"No, I wouldn't have....believe me.". He glared up at Lindsey but knew what he had to do. He took a breathe to collect himself before moving forward, taking him as deep as he could which he was ashamed to see was getting deeper than his first time. He lightly dragged his teeth up his length before swirling his tongue around him, sucking lightly. Hed almost even gotten used to the taste of pre cum at this point. Almost.

"That's what you say..." But Lindsey's argument trailed off when Dean took him, nearly deep enough that he almost disappeared completely into the human's mouth. His hand behind Dean's head tightened in Dean's hair as his other one gripped the arm of his chair tightly, making a dangerously creaking noise as his fingers grasped their hold.

He bucked lightly, but quickly held himself down again before that would choke Dean. Somehow, much to the disappointment of his demon, Lindsey somehow still managed to not completely use Dean as thoroughly as he could, or should. Instead, he let the man go at his own speed and he grunted out at what an amazing job the human was doing.

Dean coughed, gagging slightly when Lindsey bucked. He pulled back a little to make himself relax before he started again, resting his hands on Lindsey's knees as he worked. He let his tongue dart out to swipe the tip, grimacing at the salty taste but he didn't stop moving his head, sucking a little harder in hopes of getting this over with as fast as possible.

It really didn't take long, not with how Dean was getting better at this every time. Lindsey clutched onto Dean as he got closer, unnecessary breath coming out faster. It was still Dean's best indication, and warning, for when Lindsey suddenly swelled and came into his mouth. He held Dean in place when he shot his load, and like every time, he let go and handed Dean a few tissues when he was done. "Yeah..." he murmured, relaxed in post coital lethargy. "That was good."

Dean would have bet Lindsey was going to pull out, mark his face in some weird territorial bullshit. But no, dean gagged as his mouth filled with cum but still managed to choke it down. When Lindsey pulled away dean fell back so he was sitting on the floor, using the tissue to whips his mouth. Any scrap of that swaggering hunter that entered his office now gone, replaced with a quiet, used man who wouldn't look Lindsey in the eye. "Anything else? Or can I go?"

Maybe if they were doing this in Dean's apartment, but not in the office where stains would be hard to get out. That was the cleaner method, and it was quite a power trip to bring the hunter down too. Enough that the demon was satisfied enough to leave the more logical minded lawyer behind so he could do his work.

And observe the handiwork he had done on Dean. "Yeah, go up and take a shower." Although he had to admit he liked the way he could scent himself on Dean now, but shit. "You've earned yourself a day out. Go take your car and get out of the building tomorrow. I don't want to see you around before sunset."

"Done," dean got to his feet and slink towards the door. Instructions to stay out of this hell hole for a day? Easiest orders to follow ever. Once he reached the door he couldn't help turning around to face Lindsey again, eyes still cast down. "Why the hell did they tell me to go to you in the first place when I got back?"

"So I know it's done and I can make plans." Lindsey gave Dean a scrutinizing look over. The other reason was he wanted to see for his own eyes that his blood slave hadn't sustained damage, but he didn't give that part voice. He wouldn't want Dean to think he was... concerned.

Dean nodded and turned to leave, already trying to think of where to go tomorrow. An hour ago he would have wanted to get laid again, now he wasn't sure. Lindsey didn't say he couldn't, but dean didn't wanna risk that again. Instead he thought maybe just going for a drive would be good....he could pretend he had his life back.

((you can start the next one whenever, I'm good for time jumping or doing if the following night. I'm at work so I'll just tag whatever you make when I'm on break. And feel free to tell me to leave you alone if you get sick of this, I just dig verses))

Lindsey returned to his work, feeling much more relaxed than earlier in the night. Nothing like a good orgasm and his blood pet where he belonged. And with the witness out of the way, he didn't have so much to worry about for this case anymore. It was a real relief.

The next day, with the vital witness unable to make her testimony, his case really came around. He hadn't won yet, the case won't be able to wrap up for at least another week, but it was as if the tide turned and everything just fell into place. Things went so well that by the time evening came around, Lindsey actually ordered pizza to take up to Dean's.

(( No worries, you're good. I like this story, it's kinda interesting to see how it's unfolding. I'll continue in this thread since it's pretty short so far but I do need need some help with ideas as to where to take them. Lindsey's feeling a sort of attachment to Dean, but he's still a vampire lawyer of W&H, so he can't just outright and, god forbid, be nice. ))

Dean hadn't done much with his day of freedom, not like he had a ton of cash. He went out for burgers alone, went on a drive alone and went and checked out the ocean alone. All he could think about was the fact that his brother wasn't there. He'd come home early, around 4 and hadn't left his bed since. This was his life now..,and if he wanted to keep Sam safe this was how his life was gonna stay. They could let him go for drives or play hunter but he was still owned, all he needed was a fucking collar.

Dean didn't even hear Lindsey knocking on his door, too busy laying in his way too large bed watching some crappy horror movie on his way too nice flat screen.

((I could see dean becoming a hit man for w&h, or an attack dog for Lindsey depending on how things progress. That's if dean doesn't snap and try something stupid. Dean is aware of angel and not a big fan so they have that in common? Lol))