Summary: When investigating a apartment Dean, Sam, and Y/N discover a paddle. Y/N gets nervous seeing it and the brothers soon discover she likes to be spanked.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, spanking, dirty talk, public sex, smut,
Word Count: 2,202
A/N: Thank you @attractiverandomness for beta reading girl! This one was hot to write I very much enjoyed it, and I hope you do as well.
“You said all the windows and doors were locked?” You questioned the elderly landlord standing in front of you. “There were no signs of forced entry and nothing was stolen?”
“No, it’s just like I told the officers Agent Rowling, there was nothing in here but the dead girl.” She looked around the empty apartment apprehensively, before her eyes were drawn to the blood stained wood. “All I know is the neighbors were complaining about the smell. That’s when we found her; the poor thing.” She shook her head back and forth, holding her fist in front of her mouth and nose. “I hope you three find the sick bastard who did this.” She nodded, clearly affected by the trauma.
Imagine Dean calling Sam to tell him some bad news.
A/N: Starting off Angst Appreciation Day with a short imagine.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
Dean took a shuddering breath as he tried to collect himself. He didn’t know how he was supposed to call Sam; he hadn’t talked to him since he left for Stanford three years ago. Now he had to call and tell him that their baby sister was-
Shaking his head Dean tried to clear his mind, hoping that if he shook his head hard enough he’d be able to forget for a moment what happened to you.
He’d be able to forget the way you screamed his name for help.
He’d be able to forget the fear in your eyes as he tried to stop the profuse bleeding from your chest.
He’d be able to forget how you begged him to save you.
He’d be able to forget how he felt you take your last breathes.
He’d be able to forget that you were dead because he had overlooked a closet in the house you two were hunting a shifter at.
He’d be able to forget that your death was on him.
But he couldn’t, and now he was going to have to call his brother to tell him that their little sister; their barely eighteen year old sister was dead.
The last time Y/N had talked to Sam she was telling him that she had decided against going off to college so that she could stay with Dean.
She stayed because of him.
Everything was because of him.
Pressing the send button Dean held the phone up to his ear, hoping Sam wouldn’t answer but knowing he would since Dean was using your phone.
“Hey Y/N.” Sam’s voice came through the other end of the line.
“Sammy.” Dean’s voice cracked.
The phone was silent for a moment and that was when Dean knew that Sam had realized why he was getting the call.
Valentine’s Day, it’s a day when girls get treated special chocolates, flowers, etc… Don’t get me wrong I used to love this day. My dad always shower’s me and my mom with gifts, my mom and her puddin (a.k.a my dad) always look so in love on this holiday. Not that long ago I used to spend this day with my own puddin. that was still this last year.
My puddin’s name was Beck. We had a lot in common, murder, left, etc. Needless to say I’m exactly like my mom Harley and my dad Joker to a T. Me and Beck had a similar relationship to my parents but I was more in charge than he was. He always just wanted me to be happy, and with him I was. But last year we were just out walking around spending time together when one of my dad’s greedy business partners…
~~~~~~~~~~~ past \ flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~
Me and Beck Decided to sit down in a park under a tree. He has his left arm around my shoulders holding my left hand in his. And he is playing with my right hand. I’m currently leaning into him. We just kept cracking jokes and planning our next theft. When we decided to get up and leave because it was around 11 p.m. as we went to exit the park, suddenly a man I recognize from one of my dad’s business meetings/deals started walking towards us, he has a gun in his hand already cocked from what I can tell.
“You know your father really shouldn’t let you out after dark. It’s too much of a great opportunity” the man said with an evil-looking smirk.
Beck move me behind him, both of us carefully watching the gun.
“ What do you want?” beck asked. While we link our hands.
“ What do I want? I don’t want your little girlfriend dead. That’s what I want. To send a message to Mr. J, that he can’t mess with everyone rule everyone! That there are consequences. What better consequence than seeing his daughter dead! “ He said laughing like a madman.
I moved in front of Beck.
“Then do it.” I said. He looked at me shocked. “ Do it. He will tear you to pieces. You think he’s bad now, imagine what his wrath will be like when his princess is dead.”
He started laughing even more and he raised the gun and pointed it at my head.
“ don’t worry this is gonna hurt” he said with us a sadistic smile .
What happened next when all so fast. I heard the gun go off. But then Beck jumped in front of me. Because he’s taller the bullet hit his chest. His lungs to be exact. He fell to the ground I moved him in my lap and I put my hands over his wound trying to stop the bleeding.
“No, no, no, no, no.” I say while tears start to run down my face. “ No I-I can’t lose you. I-I can’t”.
He reached up stroking my cheeks. Blood running down his mouth. “ Hey, shhh, it will be okay. Maybe not me…” he started to cough up blood. “ Not going to make it I know that so I-I need to tell you something.”
“O-o-k anything” I said trying not to sob.
“ Babydoll, I love you have since the day I met you and I always will, even after I die. Please don’t shut down after this, please…”
“ H-how Do you know I would shut down” I said, more as a statement than a question.
“ cuz I know you, just as well as your dad does… babydoll I get if you do shut down for a while but please promise me not for long, okay?” He asked me.
“I-I pr-promise “ I said my voice shaky. “ I love you, always remember that, okay”
“ I will, I promise.” he says then we kiss. When we pull away he smiles then I See the Light leave his eyes.
That’s when I hear the man laugh again. “ I’ll Always Love You, blah blah blah blah.” he said mockingly I put my knife out of my boot and then throw it at him hitting his heart directly.
I look back down at beck And I start to sob loudly, really glad now that the parks in the middle of nowhere, so no one can hear me. I pulled his body closer and I dropped my head on his chest sobbing.
Me and Harl’s we’re just getting back from dinner and a heist. We went to our room I changed out of my black and white suit, and Harley got out of her new dress I got her for today. It was around almost 4 a.m. I decided before I went to bed to go check up on my princess. As I’m walking to her room I noticed the door open a crack, when she’s asleep she always has it shut, in fact whenever she’s in there she has the door shut.
I pushed the door open I look around and she’s not there. Her curfew is 3 a.m. beck her boyfriend as much as I hate the idea of her having someone other than me and Harley loving her (and Frost caring). Beck always has her home on time.
“HARLEY!” I yelled she came into the room and looked around then turn to me and looked confused. “ Track her on the laptop through her phone, text me the location. FROST” He entered. “ Pull the car around, we’re going searching for my little girl”.
We were near the outside of Gotham when I finally got the text from Harley said she was in a park a little bit outside of Gotham. Once we knew where to go Frost speed Up.
As we pulled up I jumped out of the car. We walked into the park after a while I saw 1 figure lying down And a little further there were two figures 1 hunched over the other. When we got closer I noticed a business partner one I was going to have killed, he had my daughters dagger in his chest. I turned to the other two figures and that’s when I noticed that the one hunched over was my daughter and she was hunched over Beck. Oh God, this is going to hit her hard.
“ Frost, have 2 goons take the Traders body and dump it off where his men will see it. Then come over there” I told him well motioning with my head over to by my daughter.
I walked over to her and I kneel down behind her. “ Sweetheart, princess… what happened?” I asked her while putting a hand on her shoulder.
She lifted her head and looks up at me in that moment I swear my heart cracked. The broken look in her eyes with tears stains all down her face, mixed with blood.
“I-I-I tryed, I-I-I t-tr-tryed to stop the bleeding b-but, I couldn’t.” she kept looking back and forth between me, Frost, and Beck. While new tears came streaming down her face.
I move my hand up and down her back trying to comfort her.
“H-he saved me. He s-saved my l-life. And I c-couldn’t save his.” she said in between sobs.
“ shhhh… “ I pulled her into my chest rocking her trying to calm her down the best I could. “ shhhh… It will be okay. Let’s go home and get you cleaned up.” I started to pick her up but she wiggled away clinging to the boys body.
“ no I-I can’t leave him” she sobbed into his neck.
I stood up “ Frost, put the boy in the far back of the car. I’ll lay her down in the back and we’ll head home”.
I leaned down again “ princess, we will take him with us, wrap your arms around my neck.”
She did As told and I picked her up Bridal style. As I started to walk back to the car she buried her face in my shoulder. Once we got to the car I laid her down in the back.
On the way back to the house y/n fell asleep.
Once we got home I picked her up and carried her into the house.
“ Hey ya puddin! Did ya find-” Harley started the say but once she saw y/n in my arms. She walked over checking her over.
“Harl’s . stop.” I said, She looks up at me like I’m crazy. “ it’s not her blood.”
“ Then whose is-” she started to question but then Frost walked in with the boy’s body. I could tell by the look on her face she connected the most visible dots.
“ Put the boy in the garage for now, tomorrow we will get the full story. As for now. Let’s get some sleep… it’s been a long night.” I Sighed.
I walked up the stairs to y/n’s room, I walked into her room and went to her bathroom set her down a counter after waking her up. I washed the blood off her face and hands\arms. Harley then came in with clean clothes. I left the bathroom and shut the door letting Harley help her change.
All I can think about while waiting was how her face looked when I was cleaning her up. She looks so broken. She hasn’t spoken since the park. I knowing my princess she’s going to shut down and keep everything inside and not let it out. She gets that from me. The door to the bathroom opened y/n kept her eyes Down, Harley comes out behind her. I lean down and scoop y/n up and walk over to her bed, Harl’s pulls the sheets back and I place my princess down and pull the sheets over her. She curled into a ball, I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
As me and Harley went to our own room. Once we got in bed. “ Puddin, It’s not ya fault. I know that’s what’ya think, But it’s not.” she said Running her hands up and down my arm.
“ Harl’s Our little girl is heartbroken. She’s only sixteen she shouldn’t be heartbroken at this age, she shouldn’t be heartbroken ever. Harley she’s not going to forgive herself for this.” I sighed.
“She’s heartbroken, yes. She’s never going to forgive herself because she couldn’t do anything to help her love of her life and he died protecting her. She will never forgive or forget but it will get easier. She’ll probably shut down for a while ya, but she will be happy again, in time” Of course Harley knows what to say, she was a chiatrist at one point.
I turned around and flipped off the light “ I hope so Harl’s”.
I woke up and remembered everything I really hoped it was all a dream but it wasn’t.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (end of) past \ flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah that’s how it went I told Mom and Dad everything that happened. I shut down for about 2 months. Then me and my dad went on ‘many’ killing sprees. And anyway I’ve been helping my dad a lot. (oh and after that night we did give Beck a nice funeral).
Anyway back to, today it’s valentine’s day again, the first one since Beck’s death. I was in my room designing my next tattoo and my door open, “Daddy, what’s up?” I asked him. He came over to my been sat down next to me, he kissed my head.
“ Princess I was wondering what you want to do today?” he asked.
“ Dad, no offense but I hate today, so I don’t really want to do anything.” I told him and went back to shadowing.
Then he grabbed my pencil.
“ Look. Princess. I know last year’s Valentine’s day was good and then horribly terrible. But I want to do something with you.” He told me an in a voice that if anyone else used towards me I would kill.
“ Okay, like what?” I asked giving my full attention but had a sarcastic smile on my face.
Once he got a look at the smile on my face he did his signature laugh. He then pointed his finger at me “ You, my sweet darling daughter are so much like me. And to answer your question we can shoot up some stores, kill people, anything.”
“ Can we get soda and other junk and just hang out at Ace Chemicals? You and Mom can redo her vow like you do every Valentine’s Day.” I asked looking up at him he looks a little shocked that I knew what him and Mom do every Valentine’s Day.
“ Of course we can, and if you want I will teach you new ways to kill.” He said.
“Let’s do it” I said and we both did his laugh. Needless to say I actually had a good day considering the situation.
Happy Reading! :) This is literally just porn. Not even a plot.
Word Count: 824
Dean x Reader
Voyeurism on Dean’s part
Dean knew he shouldn’t be watching you.
He had woken up at some point in the middle of the night craving something to drink. He got up, sliding on his pants so he wouldn’t be walking around in his boxers. If you weren’t staying at the bunker, he wouldn’t have cared, but he wasn’t sure where you stood. There was definitely some flirtation, both of you seeing where your feelings lied, but nothing had come out of that. You two just kept dancing the same dance, never going past meaningless flirting.
Dean tried to be quiet as he walked down the hallway, as he had to go past both yours and Sam’s rooms to get to the kitchen. Something stopped him, though. He heard noises coming from your room, soft moans and covers rustling.
At first, he wasn’t sure what he was hearing. He thought you were maybe just moving around in your sleep, or maybe having a nightmare. The door was already cracked open slightly, so he opened it more to check on you, making sure you were alright.
summary: you get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning
(this was a rewrite of an old oneshot, sorry for not including anyone new)
The metallic hallway floor was cold under your feet as you made your way to the shared kitchen of the Avengers, and you silently cursed Tony for not putting in heated floors for the cold New York winters. The sweatshirt you were wearing came down to your hips, just where the thick sweatpants started. Being comfortable was key for your mornings, since you were in charge of waking everyone up and making sure they got ready for the new day at hand. Training sessions never started before 8am, so it gave you time to eat a snack and wake up before going about the routine. There was one time when Thor had just gotten an iPhone and smashed it with Mjolnir the next morning when the buzzer started to go off. Then, the following morning, Natasha threw hers out the window, and on its way out Clint shot it with an arrow. The Avengers were really just a group of people who didn’t know what the hell to do with their phones.
Your first stop on the route was to Steve’s room, he was still not caught up at a decent enough pace to use an iPhone just yet. He lived on the same floor as you though, so he was the breakfast maker for everyone while you were off getting them to wake up. The door always had this creak whenever you opened it, and Steve learned to sleep through it. You walked to the side of the bed he was facing, and after a gentle nudge to his shoulder you whispered, “Hey Cap, good morning.” His eyes always opened slow as he got his bearings, and you took a moment to appreciate his ruffled hair and sleep eyes. Steve’s room was the cleanest out of all the Avengers, it even smelled decent. Steve rolled over on his back, and stretched for a moment before standing and finding a shirt to go into the kitchen with.
Next was Bucky, and you made sure that you took an extra deep breath before stepping into his room. In the past, you’ve walked into a completely nude Bucky who was also spread eagle on the bed. There’s been times where he’s not even in the bed, and he’s with his weapons by the closet. This time however, he was peacefully sleeping and stirred slightly at the sound of your feet padding across the carpet. You made a point to make yourself known as you came in with a little knock on the door. So he happily smiled and greeted you a good morning, in that wonderful husky voice. Bucky’s laugh made you smile as you made your way out of his room and towards the stairwell.
Clint’s room on the floor below was your next stop, and technically speaking it was Natasha’s room as well. They were easily woken up, considering all you had to do was open the door and yell, “Wake up time!” Those two shot up like there was a murderer at their door. A lot of the mornings you had to duck in case Clint was ‘sleep grabbing’ his bow the night before, and sometimes Tasha would sleep with a gun under her pillow after an unsettling mission. They had the blinds drawn in their room so there was no sunlight coming through. So it was difficult to see what you were walking into some times, let alone what time of day it was.
Down the hall from them was Thor’s room, and it was big enough to fit a king. He was also your favorite to wake up, other than Steve. Thor was the happiest to see you in the morning, and in general he was just the happiest one around the tower. Once you opened Thor’s door, you ran and leapt to the King size bed. “Good morning Thor!” You tickled his sides as he started to warm up and adjust to the light streaming in through the large windows.
“Oh lady y/n, you never fail to make me laugh in the morning!” Thor groggily spoke, and his voice was so deep it practically made the walls rumble. His laugh thundered on even as you walked out of his room, and you continued on with the routine.
Tony was next on occasion, but all he really needed was Pepper. However, she was out of town at that particular moment. So you hopped on the elevator, and rode to the top floor. The billionaire was already awake and moving by the time you’d reached his floor, so he took the opportunity to ride with you down to breakfast.
Everyone was sitting around the giant oak table, joking around and laughing about some of the older mission stories. The super soldiers were just now sitting down with everyone, and they still had their “dance around the kitchen” playlist going full blast. People were singing along, and being nice for once while sharing the pancakes that Steve had just made. You took a moment to appreciate the people sitting in front of you, when Thor interrupted your thoughts by putting his left arm over your shoulder, and announced, “We love you the most, lady y/n.”
Request: Can you do a one shot or something where the reader is the Winchester’s hunter partner and they get into a huge fight and she leaves to go out to a bar, and gets kidnapped by a demon and the demon tortures her for information on the Winchesters, and she doesn’t give up the info so she keeps on getting tortured, but gets saved by the Winchesters right before she would have died, and it ends with a love confession from Sam
Warnings: Language, torture
Word Count: 1,370
A/N: I’m so sorry I can’t remember if this was an anon or not. On another note I am loving all this Sam writing. I promise I’m working on the other one
“You do know you could have been killed right?”
“I know, Sam.”
“What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t.” You walked into the motel room first and you heard Sam toss his jacket aside, his broad shoulders tensing. The door slammed.
“Y/N, we had a plan. If you just stuck to the plan-”
“If we had stuck to the plan more people would have died. You and Dean would have died, Sam. I don’t think I heard a thank you.” You cut Sam off and glared at him, feeling the burn of the gash on your arm and the warm blood seeping through your shirt.
Ooh, how many requests can I make? #5 please! Thanks!
Ray of Sunshine - Dean x Reader - AU
Babysitting for Sam was always nice. Because your niece was nice. She was a ray of sunshine and seeing her smile or laugh just filled your heart with happiness.
But, today, there was more at stake. Today, Mickey was faced with an impossible choice. Okay, maybe it was unfair to the poor innocent kid, but it was too late now, and she had to give an answer.
“Who do you like best? Me or uncle Dean?”
The kid was actually giving this some thoughts, which was nothing but normal. You and Dean were, her words, her two favorite people in the whole world, so now this pick and choose needed some consideration.
Except, you could see Dean from the corner of your eye, mouthing stuff at her. Typical.
“Dean, I swear to God,” you said, putting a hand over his mouth. “No bribing her. We promised this was gonna be fair.”
He moved your hand away, then looked at you with innocence. “I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, right. I know you. You were promising her ice-cream, weren’t you?”
Your niece’s eyes immediately went wide at the mention of her favorite food. “Ice-cream?” She asked, faking indifference. Little liar like her uncle. Uncle who, by the way, was nodding at her right now, until you turned to glare at him. This momentarily stopped him. You were never gonna win this battle. Unless…
“You’re gonna get ice-cream anyway, Mickey. So just pick who you like best and then we can go buy it.” Now you were the one smiling innocently. Take this, Dean, you little shit.
Mickey sighed. “I have to think about it,” she said. Oh, it looked like this was gonna take some time.
And it did.
A couple of hours and a Disney movie later, when Sam came home, Dean stood up from the couch and went to grab the coats to leave. That’s when Mickey looked up with conviction in her eyes. “I decided. I choose uncle Dean. I’m sorry, auntie.”
“It’s okay,” you told her in hushed tones, a smile on your face only for her to see.
“Choose for what?” Sam asked the room and, before you could reply, he frowned at something behind you. Or, rather, at someone.
“Please tell me he isn’t doing his victory dance behind me,” you said shaking your head.
“Oh, he is.”
Dean handed you your coat, then went to pick up his niece in his arms, and kissed her cheek. “We’re taking her for ice-cream, Sammy. She really deserves it. Don’t you, peanut?”
Cuteness personified. Both Mickey and Dean. All smiles and happiness as they exited the apartment, and went down the stairs.
“Sore about the defeat?” Dean asked when you were alone, walking home hand in hand, an umbrella over your heads.
You looked at him and smiled. “Am I?”
“No, you aren’t,” he said in realization, a frown showing up on his face. “Why aren’t you?”
“Because I knew her answer. I’ve always known.”
His frown was only growing. “So what did you ask her for?”
“Cause I wanted you to know,” you replied with a smile and a small shrug. “You kinda deserved it, so…”
“You -” He smiled. He beamed at you. “What am I gonna do with you? C’mere.” He let go of your hand, and put his arm around your shoulders, moving you closer to him. His eyes closed as he kissed your temple and then he smiled again. Actual ray of sunshine, even on a rainy day.
Summary: (College!AU) In which you do something for Bucky that brightens his bad day.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,923
A/N: An anon requested “reader does something spontaneous and romantic for Bucky that she doesn’t even think of as romantic! And he is just floored by her thoughtfulness.“ This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”. Here’s a track list for the CD mentioned in this part.
@avengerstories - thank you for existing and being my very best friend/editor
You’re stuck in the middle of a heated debate between Bruce and Helen Cho about gamma radiation when Steve walks by. He scans the dining hall, letting his gaze fall from one table to the next, before balancing his tray in one hand so he can rub his forehead. As he does, he discreetly scans the room for a second time, reminding you of a lost child desperately seeking out his mother.
"Steve!” You call out, making sure your voice is loud enough to be heard over all the chatter. He turns around immediately, a relieved grin overtaking his features as he walks towards you.