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Warnings: 18+, brat reader, unprotected p in v, unconsenual creampie, satoru is an asshole, one mention of daddy, implied age gap, implied period sex (reader is pmsing)
Prompt: you've been a brat all week because of your period and satoru is sick of it
That time of the month was always hell for you. Cramps, a heavy flow, and intense cravings for the most random foods plagued you for the entire week, sometimes longer.
Not to mention your mood swings.
Satoru was always so kind and patient with you during your periods, rushing to the store to get you all that you needed and craved. He'd bring you a heating pad and tuck you into bed, never forgetting to make sure you had a clean pad on.
This week, something was in the water. You'd been such a brat, defying Satoru's words and giving him an unusually bad attitude. He never likes when you act like this, and he punishes you for it whenever he gets the chance.
Now, the both of you were cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner. You had been put in charge of washing the dishes, but something in you just didn't want to.
So, of course, you stood there in front of Satoru with your arms crossed, pouting at him.
"If my brat can’t be nice, then maybe it’s time for her nap time."
You put your hands on your hips, exclaiming, "I have not been a brat!"
"Oh really?" Satoru raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why did you call me 'old man' like five times today?" He chuckled, shaking his head.
You laughed to yourself, sighing, "Yeah, that was funny."
He rolled his eyes. "My point. Like I asked, you done being a brat?"
You crossed your arms, wiggling your shoulders as you made yourself comfortable.
"Actually, no, I’m not done."
Satoru let out a hearty laugh, watching you pout, and ruffled your hair.
"Alright then, kiddo." His tone turned playful again, leaning back on the counter. "Guess we're gonna have to find some way to punish you."
“Uh huh, you say that a lot, but never actually do anything about it.” You roll your eyes this time.
With a grin, he strolled over, towering over you. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he took hold of your wrist, pulling you close until you were pressed against his body.
"How about this..." he murmured, leaning down to whisper into your ear.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he spun you around, pushing you into the counter with your ass in the air. His free hand slid up the back of your thigh, pushing your skirt up as he gripped your ass tightly.
"I'm gonna show you what happens to brats who tease the strongest," he laughs, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "You're gonna learn to respect your elders, princess."
"Yeah, right," You snorted, making a show of rolling your eyes at him.
Satoru chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into your ass. "Oh, I think you'll learn real quick." His other hand moved to your cunt, aiming to rub at your clit in slow circles.
You weren't wearing any underwear.
"No panties? Really? What, have you been depserate for me to fuck you all day? And you’re soaking…”
You barked at him, trying to back your ass further into him. "It's your fault you haven't noticed me all day! I've been trying to get your attention since this morning!!"
He only groaned, exasperated and horny.
"Oh, cut the bullshit already. You're starting to get on my nerves, y'know." He bucked his hips into yours, shrugging off his shirt and unbuckling his pants.
He loomed above you as he looked down into your eyes. His pants fell down around his ankles, revealing his thick cock which was already half hard from all the teasing. "Now quit your bitching and enjoy the ride, sweetheart."
Without warning, he slammed his cock deep inside you, stretching your tight walls around his girth. A low moan escaped his lips as he began thrusting roughly, pounding into you relentlessly.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me..." he groaned, gripping your hips tightly as he fucked you harder. "Take it, brat. This is what you wanted, isn't it? My big dick splitting you open?"
"Gimme a warning next time you rawdog me!" You- You better not cum inside me, Satoru!" You snap as he pushes you into the mattress.
He ignores you this time, and you take offense to that. How dare he ignore you! He's fucking you so relentlessly that you're starting to have a hard time thinking, so getting your words out is going to be harder.
"T-Toru… listen to... me! Fuck!" You're feeling so good you can't even be mad at him anymore, you're finally getting what you what after a day of nothing. But why is it that you still want to be defiant?
You mumble something into the bed, moaning against the comforter.
"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?" He asks mockingly, leaning in closer as if trying to hear you better. You mumble again, and this time he picks your head up by your hair and forces you to look at him as he continues to pound into you. "What did you say, brat? Huh? I can't hear you over all that moaning."
His voice was husky now, filled with lust and annoyance. He continued slamming into you mercilessly until he felt your walls start clenching around his throbbing member. It only spurred him on further, pushing himself harder into you. He let out a low growl, feeling your body tightening around him. The sensation made his dick twitch, signaling his impending release. But instead of slowing down like a normal person would, he increased his pace, driving deeper into you each time.
"You like that? Feeling my big cock stretch that tight hole of yours? Finally shut you up, huh?" He snickered, reaching down underneath you to tease your clit with his thumb.
"Dumb bitch being a pain all day... I'll show you... Callin' me old..." he growled, grinding his teeth as he pounded into you harder and harder with every thrust.
Tears starting welling in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, and even though you tried desperately, you couldn't form any words to snap back at him. You were unable to give him the attitude you've been giving him all day now that you've been stuffed with his cock.
Seeing your tears, Satoru slowed down slightly, only to change angles and hit that spot deep inside you that makes you gasp.
"Ah, there we go. Found that sweet spot, didn't I?" He leaned down, whispering in your ear. "Now, tell me, who's the best, hmm? Who's the strongest? Who's fucking you senseless right now?" He punctuated each question with a sharp thrust, making sure you felt every inch of him. "Or are you still gonna sass me, brat?"
You claw at the marble counter, desperately reaching for a grip as he grabbed onto your hair again, looking down at you above his glasses.
“I… I can't…” you gasp, your eyes boring into his.
"You can't? Can't what? Oh, can't take it? You poor fucking thing," he says mockingly. "You're taking me pretty damn well, I'd say. Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up."
Feeling your pussy clamping down tighter around his cock, Satoru knew he was close. With a few more hard thrusts, he felt himself nearing climax. "That's it... Just relax and enjoy it. Let daddy fill you up..." He whispered, picking up speed once more as he chased after his orgasm.
He reached beneath you again, finding your clit and rubbing it furiously as he drove into you relentlessly. The combination of his thick cock pounding into your dripping wet cunt and the stimulation on your clit had you seeing stars within moments.
As you neared your own peak, Satoru leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Ready to cum, sweetheart?" His voice was laced with sarcasm, but there was genuine excitement behind it.
All you can do is moan as your orgasm hits you, forcing your body to convulse and shake around his cock. Still fucking you, Satoru spilled his seed into you and whined as his dick twitched inside you. You're definitely making fun of him for that later.
Feeling your tight walls squeezing him so intensely, he let out a loud groan of satisfaction. "Fuck... " He panted heavily, slowly stopping his movements as he rode out his orgasm. He stayed buried deep inside you for several long moments before finally pulling out.
After catching his breath, he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk. "There we go... Feeling better now?" He teased lightly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.
You can feel his load dripping out of you, and the realization hits you. Fuck.
Suddenly wide-eyed, you smack his arm. "I was serious when I told you not to cum inside me, y'know!"
Satoru shrugs and smirks at you. "Too bad. Brats don't always get what they want."
Prompt: you wake up the morning after with megumi and gojo ruins it
The crisp, warm sun shines into Megumi's dorm room, its rays making pools of sunlight on the floor. The warmth of the sun seeps into the room like water soaks. The birds are singing on the trees outside.
You're tucked underneath Megumi's duvet, snuggling into his warm sweater. The morning after is always so peaceful. Everything has fallen into place, everything is exactly where it should be.
Last night was perfect, what you have been dreaming of for weeks since you have met Megumi. Now you're secretly sharing a bed with him, only clad in his t-shirt and your panties.
"Ohhh Megumi!" Gojo knocks on the door. You can hear his cocky smile.
Megumi groans, furthering himself into his pillow and tightening his embrace. You rub your feet on his legs as you giggle, knowing that Gojo is going to open the door any second.
Gojo calls for Megumi and knocks again against the old wood.
"It's time to get up, Fushiguro! Have you seen Y/N by the way? Checked their room, wasn't there. Oh, maybe they're up already." He trails off, absent-mindedly talking to himself.
Megumi laughs under his breath this time and intertwines his legs with yours.
"He's such an idiot," He breathes, shaking his head.
"You open that door and you're dead, Gojo."
"Ooh~ grumpy are we? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Aww, let me help!" Gojo says, finally turning the knob of the door.
Megumi grabs the pillow and pulls it from underneath his head. He throws it at Gojo, who catches it and laughs.
"You're really grumpy this morning. Or is it something you're hiding, hmm?"
"I will kill you," Megumi grinds his teeth, looking up at Gojo.
You, very quietly, shrink yourself underneath the blanket to avoid being seen.
"Alright, alright. I'm done." Gojo throws up his hands in surrender, walking out of the room.
"But you better be there for breakfast. Both of you."
The knife plunged down into his father's chest over and over again as Yancy screamed at the top of his lungs, ripping his throat. Blood splattered and covered Yancy's face and clothes, but he didn't care. He wanted his father dead, to pay for what he'd done to his mother.
Yancy stops for a moment, looking over at his mother's body. No one's going to believe what really happened. Why would they? They'll see Yancy covered in both his mother's and his father's blood and it'll be obvious. His father had come home drunk again, and made the mistake of laying hands on Yancy's mother. Yancy was on him immediately, cursing him for even thinking about touching his mother like that - like a drunken fool.
The red and blue lights pierced Yancy's vision as he was escorted out of his home with his hands behind his back in handcuffs. The shock of what he'd just done was too overwhelming to think about the handcuffs cutting into his bloodied wrists.
"You are under arrest for the murder of..." the officer's words are lost in Yancy's ears as the officer opens the back door of the police cruiser. He pushes down on Yancy's head and Yancy obeys, sinking into the seat of the car.
"Mama...I'm sorry," Yancy whispers to himself, "I wanted to protect you."
Yancy sits up in bed, his body glistening with sweat. The same nightmare again. It's been years, he's served his sentence and now he gets to live life on his own, with you. He did what he was supposed to do, why is it still raining? Years of therapy, years of living in prison, so why didn't he get to have nice dreams every night?
"Doll, wake up," Yancy says, his voice cracking as tears well in his eyes. He was never good at waking you up when he had these nightmares. He was always sure he burdened you, or that you'd get angry with him. But he needed you now. He was desperate to hold you.
You stir slightly, turning onto your back. "Yance?"
Yancy shakes your arm again, "Baby, please, I need youse."
You shake your head, trying to get out of the grip that sleep has you in. Sitting up, you see Yancy dripping sweat, his eyes red and his face wet with tears.
"Oh, Yancy, it's alright. You're not there anymore, okay?" You whisper to him, slipping off his shirt so he can cool down.
He's breathing heavily and his bottom lip quivers. "It always feels like I'm back there, y'know?"
"I know, Yance," you whisper softly, brushing back a strand of hair that fell in his face. You curl into his body, slowly rubbing his arm as he finally catches his breath.
Still at a whisper, you say, "You're safe now. I've got you, it's alright."
Yancy drops his head onto yours, heavily sighing. "Thank youse f'bein' here, doll. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Waking up in the dark motel room, you were freezing. The only light you could see with was from a streetlight outside. You sat up in bed next to Dean, just in your own t-shirt and shorts. You shivered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms. Why was it so damn cold in here?!
Looking around, you find one of Dean's hoodies and pull it over your head. You shiver a final time before shoving the blanket over yourself and huddling up next to Dean, still dead asleep. You rub your cold legs over his, desperately trying to warm up. He still doesn't move, thankfully. You don't want to bother him, he's had too long of a day with this case. You wrap an arm around his torso and slowly but surely fall back asleep.
You wake up feeling a kiss on your forehead.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Dean coos, softly rubbing your shoulder.
You stir, snuggling your face deeper into the pillow. Dean settles in next to you and sets his steaming cup of fresh coffee on the motel's nightstand. He throws an arm over you, inviting you to cuddle with him. Barely opening your eyes, you groggily curl up next to him.
He looks you over, finally noticing you wearing his hoodie. "Comfortable?" He asks, his lip curling into a smirk.
"Huh?" You look down at yourself. "Oh, yeah. I was cold last night, was all I could find." You look up at him, your eyes barely able to stay open. "You want it back?"
He shakes his head and purses his lips, waving a hand. "Nah, you keep it. I can get more."
You smile and bury your head into his chest, "Good, I wasn't planning on giving it back."
Prompt: you tell annus about a kink you'd like to try out
You start to feel like you're losing your breath. How long have you been running? You can barely see anything with this shitty flashlight, and you don't know where Annus could be.
You had told him about a kink you wanted to try out, but you didn't think he'd actually try to pull it off. He was hunting you now, chasing you through the deep woods behind the park. You knew he was toying with you, playing with his prey.
“Little bunny, I can hear you,” you can hear Annus singsonging.
Shit. He's close.
Your breath escapes you, and a crack echoes through the trees.
“Shit!” You exclaim, scrambling to get your balance.
You can see the hotel in the near distance, softly lit up by dim yellow streetlights. You make a run for it, swiftly leaping over the dead branches on the ground. You make the mistake of looking behind you, as you can see Annus walking towards you with planned, swift steps. Panicking, you just barely manage to reach the hotel doors, barging in and locking the door behind you.
“Oh, bunny,” Annus tsks at you, chuckling deeply.
As you try to catch your breath, you shine your flashlight across the darkened hotel foyer. You manage to get to your feet and start walking slowly, the darkness enveloping you. You're sure he won't be able to get into the building for some time, but you still won't know when.
You think you can hear a door knob wiggling in the distance. Your body jolts at the noise, startling you out of your focus. Shining your flashlight in that direction, you swear you can hear a door opening.
You gasp quietly. He's inside?!
You continue walking around the building, keeping away from windows and doors. Down the hallway, you can see a dimmed lamp shining through the darkness, and you make your way towards it.
As you approach the lamp sitting on the side table, you hear footsteps. You can't tell where they are in proximity to you, but they're close. Chills travel up your spine, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You wonder what Annus could possibly do when he catches you - you couldn't wait.
You hear a deep, echoing chuckle. You knew Annus was near, but not how close. The door closest to you catches your attention and you slip inside, turning off your flashlight.
The room is pitch black, but your eyes adjust quickly. You barely make it to the middle of the room before you can hear another chuckle just behind you.
Whipping around, Annus charges on you and lifts something over his head. Before you can process what happened, you're on the ground, out cold.
You feel something pumping inside you over and over again, bucking into your hips.
What's happening? You feel yourself waking up, and instantly feel a dull ache throbbing on your head. Your head is pounding and you can't see anything. Annus must have blindfolded you.
“Awake so soon? I'm surprised. I knocked you out pretty hard.”
A rasping voice in your ear makes you jump. He's fucking you, that's what that feeling inside you is.
“Annus, please!”
Tears cloud your eyes and a cold, pointy object touches your neck.
He's really going all out with this. You were so exhausted from all that running, and now exhausted from the pounding in your pussy.
"My little prey,” Annus growls, slowly dragging the dull side of the blade along your neck. “That's right, cry for me. You're so pretty when you cry.”
You had a safe word, right? You hadn't discussed it before coming to the park, but you hadn't discussed this before coming here either.
“A-Annus, fu..ck”, you whimper as he rams into you from behind, wrapping his arm around your throat.
“That's it, sweetheart, you take me so well.”
He tightens his grip on your throat, cutting off your oxygen but not enough to knock you unconscious. He knows what he's doing - he's done his research.
“I- I can't,” you breathe, “I can't take it.”
Annus adjusts the knife on your neck.
“Of course you can, you poor thing. Just look at how wet you are.”
His voice is deep, but slow. Like a hot knife cutting through butter.
You're melting at the sound of his voice and getting wetter by the second. You can hear yourself squelching on his cock.
“Do you hear yourself?” He mocks, moving his arm to the middle of your back, pushing you into the bed.
“Keep- keep talking, gonna cum,” you whine, the familiar feeling in your gut starting to form.
“Yeah? You're really getting off to this, huh?” Annus growls from behind you.
“Yes! I love it! I love the way you fuck me, Annus!” Tears well in your eyes, overwhelmed from the amount of pleasure you were in.
Annus whips you around on your back with ease and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.
“Cum for me, whore.”
The familiar pit in your abdomen grows, and soon you're shaking and shivering violently. The pleasure is so much, tears fall from your eyes and drip into your ears. Just after your release, Annus is spitting his load into your soaked cunt, still fucking you mercilessly.
“You're mine, all mine, bunny.” He says, growling in your ear.
As you come down from your high, he slowly stops bucking his hips in you. Every time his hips hit yours, a tinge of pain swells through your body. You're definitely not going to be walking right the next couple of days. You're sure he won't let you live that down.
Annus slowly pulls out of you, both your and his cum dripping onto the bed. You are breathing heavily and still shivering from your orgasm. You're having trouble keeping your eyes open, and you think you see Annus briskly walking to the bathroom.
“This place doesn't have much, but at least they have washcloths,” he says, suddenly next to you, and cold washes over your forehead.
Annus wipes the sweat away from your forehead and dabs the rest of your body down gently, quietly humming. Your body shivers and your eyes flutter open, Annus coming into focus.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, kissing your forehead.
Nodding, you answer softly, “Uh huh.”
Annus chuckles, tossing the washcloth into the bathroom. He joins you in bed, tucking you in the soft blanket.
The knife plunged down into his father's chest over and over again as Yancy screamed at the top of his lungs, ripping his throat. Blood splattered and covered Yancy's face and clothes, but he didn't care. He wanted his father dead, to pay for what he'd done to his mother.
Yancy stops for a moment, looking over at his mother's body. No one's going to believe what really happened. Why would they? They'll see Yancy covered in both his mother's and his father's blood and it'll be obvious. His father had come home drunk again, and made the mistake of laying hands on Yancy's mother. Yancy was on him immediately, cursing him for even thinking about touching his mother like that - like a drunken fool.
The red and blue lights pierced Yancy's vision as he was escorted out of his home with his hands behind his back in handcuffs. The shock of what he'd just done was too overwhelming to think about the handcuffs cutting into his bloodied wrists.
"You are under arrest for the murder of..." the officer's words are lost in Yancy's ears as the officer opens the back door of the police cruiser. He pushes down on Yancy's head and Yancy obeys, sinking into the seat of the car.
"Mama...I'm sorry," Yancy whispers to himself, "I wanted to protect you."
Yancy sits up in bed, his body glistening with sweat. The same nightmare again. It's been years, he's served his sentence and now he gets to live life on his own, with you. He did what he was supposed to do, why is it still raining? Years of therapy, years of living in prison, so why didn't he get to have nice dreams every night?
"Doll, wake up," Yancy says, his voice cracking as tears well in his eyes. He was never good at waking you up when he had these nightmares. He was always sure he burdened you, or that you'd get angry with him. But he needed you now. He was desperate to hold you.
You stir slightly, turning onto your back. "Yance?"
Yancy shakes your arm again, "Baby, please, I need youse."
You shake your head, trying to get out of the grip that sleep has you in. Sitting up, you see Yancy dripping sweat, his eyes red and his face wet with tears.
"Oh, Yancy, it's alright. You're not there anymore, okay?" You whisper to him, slipping off his shirt so he can cool down.
He's breathing heavily and his bottom lip quivers. "It always feels like I'm back there, y'know?"
"I know, Yance," you whisper softly, brushing back a strand of hair that fell in his face. You curl into his body, slowly rubbing his arm as he finally catches his breath.
Still at a whisper, you say, "You're safe now. I've got you, it's alright."
Yancy drops his head onto yours, heavily sighing. "Thank youse f'bein' here, doll. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Prompt: you tell annus about a kink you'd like to try out
You start to feel like you're losing your breath. How long have you been running? You can barely see anything with this shitty flashlight, and you don't know where Annus could be.
You had told him about a kink you wanted to try out, but you didn't think he'd actually try to pull it off. He was hunting you now, chasing you through the deep woods behind the park. You knew he was toying with you, playing with his prey.
“Little bunny, I can hear you,” you can hear Annus singsonging.
Shit. He's close.
Your breath escapes you, and a crack echoes through the trees.
“Shit!” You exclaim, scrambling to get your balance.
You can see the hotel in the near distance, softly lit up by dim yellow streetlights. You make a run for it, swiftly leaping over the dead branches on the ground. You make the mistake of looking behind you, as you can see Annus walking towards you with planned, swift steps. Panicking, you just barely manage to reach the hotel doors, barging in and locking the door behind you.
“Oh, bunny,” Annus tsks at you, chuckling deeply.
As you try to catch your breath, you shine your flashlight across the darkened hotel foyer. You manage to get to your feet and start walking slowly, the darkness enveloping you. You're sure he won't be able to get into the building for some time, but you still won't know when.
You think you can hear a door knob wiggling in the distance. Your body jolts at the noise, startling you out of your focus. Shining your flashlight in that direction, you swear you can hear a door opening.
You gasp quietly. He's inside?!
You continue walking around the building, keeping away from windows and doors. Down the hallway, you can see a dimmed lamp shining through the darkness, and you make your way towards it.
As you approach the lamp sitting on the side table, you hear footsteps. You can't tell where they are in proximity to you, but they're close. Chills travel up your spine, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You wonder what Annus could possibly do when he catches you - you couldn't wait.
You hear a deep, echoing chuckle. You knew Annus was near, but not how close. The door closest to you catches your attention and you slip inside, turning off your flashlight.
The room is pitch black, but your eyes adjust quickly. You barely make it to the middle of the room before you can hear another chuckle just behind you.
Whipping around, Annus charges on you and lifts something over his head. Before you can process what happened, you're on the ground, out cold.
You feel something pumping inside you over and over again, bucking into your hips.
What's happening? You feel yourself waking up, and instantly feel a dull ache throbbing on your head. Your head is pounding and you can't see anything. Annus must have blindfolded you.
“Awake so soon? I'm surprised. I knocked you out pretty hard.”
A rasping voice in your ear makes you jump. He's fucking you, that's what that feeling inside you is.
“Annus, please!”
Tears cloud your eyes and a cold, pointy object touches your neck.
He's really going all out with this. You were so exhausted from all that running, and now exhausted from the pounding in your pussy.
"My little prey,” Annus growls, slowly dragging the dull side of the blade along your neck. “That's right, cry for me. You're so pretty when you cry.”
You had a safe word, right? You hadn't discussed it before coming to the park, but you hadn't discussed this before coming here either.
“A-Annus, fu..ck”, you whimper as he rams into you from behind, wrapping his arm around your throat.
“That's it, sweetheart, you take me so well.”
He tightens his grip on your throat, cutting off your oxygen but not enough to knock you unconscious. He knows what he's doing - he's done his research.
“I- I can't,” you breathe, “I can't take it.”
Annus adjusts the knife on your neck.
“Of course you can, you poor thing. Just look at how wet you are.”
His voice is deep, but slow. Like a hot knife cutting through butter.
You're melting at the sound of his voice and getting wetter by the second. You can hear yourself squelching on his cock.
“Do you hear yourself?” He mocks, moving his arm to the middle of your back, pushing you into the bed.
“Keep- keep talking, gonna cum,” you whine, the familiar feeling in your gut starting to form.
“Yeah? You're really getting off to this, huh?” Annus growls from behind you.
“Yes! I love it! I love the way you fuck me, Annus!” Tears well in your eyes, overwhelmed from the amount of pleasure you were in.
Annus whips you around on your back with ease and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.
“Cum for me, whore.”
The familiar pit in your abdomen grows, and soon you're shaking and shivering violently. The pleasure is so much, tears fall from your eyes and drip into your ears. Just after your release, Annus is spitting his load into your soaked cunt, still fucking you mercilessly.
“You're mine, all mine, bunny.” He says, growling in your ear.
As you come down from your high, he slowly stops bucking his hips in you. Every time his hips hit yours, a tinge of pain swells through your body. You're definitely not going to be walking right the next couple of days. You're sure he won't let you live that down.
Annus slowly pulls out of you, both your and his cum dripping onto the bed. You are breathing heavily and still shivering from your orgasm. You're having trouble keeping your eyes open, and you think you see Annus briskly walking to the bathroom.
“This place doesn't have much, but at least they have washcloths,” he says, suddenly next to you, and cold washes over your forehead.
Annus wipes the sweat away from your forehead and dabs the rest of your body down gently, quietly humming. Your body shivers and your eyes flutter open, Annus coming into focus.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, kissing your forehead.
Nodding, you answer softly, “Uh huh.”
Annus chuckles, tossing the washcloth into the bathroom. He joins you in bed, tucking you in the soft blanket.
Waking up in the dark motel room, you were freezing. The only light you could see with was from a streetlight outside. You sat up in bed next to Dean, just in your own t-shirt and shorts. You shivered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms. Why was it so damn cold in here?!
Looking around, you find one of Dean's hoodies and pull it over your head. You shiver a final time before shoving the blanket over yourself and huddling up next to Dean, still dead asleep. You rub your cold legs over his, desperately trying to warm up. He still doesn't move, thankfully. You don't want to bother him, he's had too long of a day with this case. You wrap an arm around his torso and slowly but surely fall back asleep.
You wake up feeling a kiss on your forehead.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Dean coos, softly rubbing your shoulder.
You stir, snuggling your face deeper into the pillow. Dean settles in next to you and sets his steaming cup of fresh coffee on the motel's nightstand. He throws an arm over you, inviting you to cuddle with him. Barely opening your eyes, you groggily curl up next to him.
He looks you over, finally noticing you wearing his hoodie. "Comfortable?" He asks, his lip curling into a smirk.
"Huh?" You look down at yourself. "Oh, yeah. I was cold last night, was all I could find." You look up at him, your eyes barely able to stay open. "You want it back?"
He shakes his head and purses his lips, waving a hand. "Nah, you keep it. I can get more."
You smile and bury your head into his chest, "Good, I wasn't planning on giving it back."
He loves it when you braid his hair. At first it felt weird to him, but as you kept doing it and hummed songs to him, it grew on him. Now he’ll ask you to braid his hair or put it in a ponytail for him.
He’ll teach you how to use a weapon and teach you about the supernatural world. You always like learning about the creatures more than the angels and demons.
Lots of cuddles. He loves spooning and burying his face in your neck. His strong arms are always wrapped around you tightly so you wake up sweating every morning.
You sometimes like to steal his shirts and wear them around the bunker. If you’re left alone, you’ll wear one of his shirts and underwear - they fit like a nightgown.
Classic rock is always on the radio no matter what. You like to dance around to it if you’re bored while Sam is doing research. Sometimes (when Dean isn’t home) you’ll put on your favorite music and lip sing to Sam and dance for him.
You’re the only one he lets call him a nickname (which include moosie, sweetie pie, honey)
Sometimes Dean will jokingly call Sam one of the nicknames you’ve given him
He always gets a bitchface in return
If Sam’s doing research and you want attention, you’ll sit in his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. He’ll let you cling to him while he works and rubs your back. Sometimes you’ll ask him what he’s working on and end up falling asleep while he’s rambling
Okay but imagine Sam and Dean dealing with actual adult stuff
Like Dean having to deal with car payments, Sam with student loans
Can you imagine the upkeep on the bunker??? Imagine the time they have to spend cleaning it
Also all the bugs????? Imagine how many spiders and rats would be around
I really can't imagine Dean doing laundry. I mean if Sam bribes him, yes, but I feel like he'd just leave it all to Sam, or they take turns (you can bet Sam made a chore chart)
I bet Sam deals with all the financials and budgeting too
Also how do they even get money????
Speaking of which imagine all the gas money
You'd think they'd earn money from hunting but I can't see that being the case
Imagine all the repairs they'd need too, computers, Baby, kitchen appliances, plumbing, other electronics, etc, etc
As lame as it sounds I'd love an episode where they're just normal adults, it'd be kinda funny seeing Dean (and especially Cas) handling adult stuff
Oh boy I can't forget taxes
Oh and doctor/dentist visits????
I feel like Dean doesn't like the dentist but that's probably just me
Do you think they have insurance?
Probably not, nevermind
Wait what about car insurance???
That's probably the only insurance they have, gotta keep Baby safe
So what happens when they get sick? They just have Cas make it all better?
Prompt: Imagine being with the boys during “Fanfiction”
You sigh, packing the last blade into the trunk and slam it shut, rubbing your wounded arm that your boyfriend Dean patched up. He and his brother stand against the car, both of them with a beer in their hands. Sam moves slightly so you can stand in between him and Dean, and you rest your head on Dean’s shoulder.
“Y’know,” you say, “I teared up a bit at the end.”
Dean looks down at you, and your eyes meet. He gives you a small smile, then sips his beer. “The whole thing was strange for me. I still don’t believe that ‘we’ have our own- what was it?”
“Fandom,” you answer.
“I can’t get over that name, ‘CasDean’? I couldn’t stop laughing when I heard it,” Sam chimes in, smiling at his brother.
Dean gives him a death glare. “Shut your face.”
You and Sam laugh as you punch Dean’s arm playfully. Your boyfriend smiles down at you, kisses your head, and offers you the rest of his beer, which you don’t hesitate to take from him.
“I gotta watch the alcohol, since I’ll be driving. Get drunk all you want, Y/N.” says Dean, going around the car to get in the driver’s seat.
Sam laughs at this, getting in the front seat. “Since when do you ever say ‘I gotta watch the alcohol’?”
Dean doesn’t reply, he only starts the engine and waits for you to get in the back seat. You sit in the middle, unbuckled. You hold the ice cold beer, half full, and proceed to talk the Winchesters’ ears off, like always. Before the car starts moving, you lean over the seat to give Dean a sloppy kiss on the cheek, and when you’re comfortably seated again, he puts the car into drive and speeds away.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x sister!reader, Sam Winchester x sister!reader
Word Count: 1024
Warnings: swearing, blood, guns, mentions of hospitals, death
Prompt: Imagine getting hurt and Dean being able to help you
Silence.
After the gun goes off, the violent, loud noise echoing throughout the church, there is no noise at all. It is as if time stopped - and you, Dean, and the enemy were the only ones there. No sound of car engines running, birds chirping in the afternoon sky, nor electricity running. Drop the smallest of pins, and one could hear it as loud as the gunshot itself. If one was quiet enough in the room, they could hear the blood rushing through your bodies. It was eerie and horrific, yet calm and peaceful at the same time.
You feel an odd tingling sensation in your hip, and then it hits you. You suddenly collapse, screaming in pure agony. Pain courses through your veins and you grip as tightly as you can onto the wound. You can feel the bullet lodged in your hip, but you don’t care at the moment. You’re going to bleed out, and you could die at any given moment. Your breathing becomes shaky and fast. Your chest is tight, as if cold, strong hands are squeezing your lungs. All you’re focused on is the possibility of dying, right here in the middle of a vast, empty warehouse.
Your chest is heaving faster and your mouth is getting drier by the second. You’re screaming and crying, shaking violently. Blood covers your arms, your clothes, the floor. Dean Winchester is at your side immediately, panicking nearly as bad as you are. He grabs at your shoulders, your hands, your other hip. He’s breathing fast, but not as bad as you are. He’s trying to stay calm for you. Your panic attack is getting worse and worse by the second, which isn’t helping your asthma. Your throat and lungs are burning as if they’re being scorched. Panic rises in your gut as Dean leaves your side, pulling out his gun with anger. He guns down the enemy, once, twice - a third time. Three smoking bullet holes lay in the woman’s chest and she remains motionless.
“D-Dean!” You scream for your brother, wanting his comfort. You feel alone and abandoned, sitting there with your hands pressed against the open wound. It hurts more than anything you’ve ever experienced, the pain being indescribable itself. You know for sure there’s broken bones, but there’s so much pain you’re not able to tell how many.
“I’m sure Sam’s on his way,” he assures you, lowering to his knees next to you. He helps you lay down as straight as you can, your head resting on his lap. He tears off his tattered, denim jacket and presses it hard to your hip. Immediately, the pain doubles and you’re screaming again.
“Shh, shh, it’s gonna be okay. You gotta breathe with me,” Dean says gently, locking his eyes with yours. One of his hands holds the back of your head, and he pets your hair to try to calm you down.
You want Sam, you want Dean. You crave your brothers’ comfort, even though one of them is already sitting with you. Your entire body aches. You’re sure a reaper will show up when the doors to the church are slammed open hard, one of them falling off the hinges. You can’t look at whoever is there. Cinder blocks are on your chest, holding you down and preventing you from escaping or getting up. Your hands are shaking near Dean’s hands on your hip, the sight of blood sticking to them making your stomach turn.
Sam Winchester’s face comes into view above you, and a sudden sense of relief washes over you. Sam has always been there to calm your anxiety, as he’s the one you’ve always been so close to. You both share similar histories. However, you and your eldest brother share his love of greasy, unhealthy foods and muscle cars.
“It’s alright, Y/N. Everything is gonna be fine,” Sam says after you’ve calmed down a bit. The urge to start crying again is strong from just hearing your brother’s relaxing voice. The tears start flowing as he takes Dean’s now bloodied jacket away and presses ice cold paper towels around the wound to disinfect and clean it. After the wipes have been soaked with enough blood, Sam throws them aside and rushes to press clean rags to the wound, soaking them with even more blood.
“We can’t do this here,” Sam announces, sitting back and staring at the cleaned bullet hole in your hip.
“Why the hell not, Sam?! She’ll fucking die! And Cas, did you forget that you’re a goddamn angel? Help her!” Dean bellows, his eyebrows furrowing and his jaw clenching.
You’re finally able to look around after relaxing your body a bit. You notice Castiel standing next to a squatted Sam.
“Because, Dean,” Castiel says. “Yes, I’m fully aware that I am an angel, but I can’t fix this right now. We’re going to the hospital, end of story.” He walks away and pulls out his phone, presumably calling an ambulance.
You finally muster the strength to speak. It hurts a lot, but you need to ask them about your current condition. “Am I…Am I going to… die?” Your voice is quiet and raspy from yelling. You’re hiccupping silently from crying so much.
The boys look down at you. Sam comes closer to you, taking one of your bloodied hands in both of his. “I promise you, sweetheart. You are not dying today. Cas is calling an ambulance to come and get you, then you’ll be all patched up. You are going to be just fine, alright?”
You nod mindlessly, taking your brother’s words and pouring them over the anxiety and fear. When the ambulance arrives, both Dean and Sam assure you that they’ll be driving behind you, and that they’ll be right there with you at all times. Sam and Dean give you kisses on your forehead and try to smile brightly for you as you are lifted into the truck. Castiel and the boys rush to get into the Impala as the ambulance doors are closed. You can barely see the shiny black car speed off just behind you.
You can’t help but laugh at Jared’s stupid joke, but you didn’t expect Jensen to downright cry so hard from laughing. It wasn’t that funny, was it? Still, it’s Jensen. He finds everything Jared says funny. It’s adorable how they act like children on set and in panels.
“This is what I have to deal with on set,” you say into the microphone to the fans.
They roar with laughter, your heart fluttering.
“Oh come on, Y/N,” Jared says into the mic. “We’re not that bad.”
“You guys still laugh at fart jokes!” You protest, laughing.
Jensen is sent back into a laughing fit again when Jared decides to make a fart noise in the mic. This time Jensen’s face is turning red, and you pat his back to try and help him breathe. It’s so funny to him that he eventually falls to his knees on the floor of the stage from his chair.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x sister!reader, Sam Winchester x sister!reader
Word Count: 445
Warnings: none
Prompt: Imagine the boys finding out they have a sister
Author’s Note: I hope what I wrote is okay! Your prompt was a little confusing, but I expanded on a few ideas that you had.
“Sam, Dean,” Bobby says over the phone in which Sam holds in between himself and his older brother. “Get over here as fast as you can. I have something to show you boys.”
“Alright, Bobby,” says Dean. We’re on our way.”
Sam ends the call and pockets his phone. On their way to the door, Dean grabs the keys to the Impala and Sam asks, “What do you think he has for us?”
Dean shrugs one shoulder and holds the door open for Sam. “Who knows? It could literally be anything, knowing Bobby.”
At Bobby’s house, Sam and Dean sit across from Bobby at the table with papers scattered on the wooden surface. Bobby explains that he found clues that lead to you being the brothers’ sister, as he was looking through papers John handed down to him.
“So…we might have a sister?” Dean asks. “It’s like Adam all over again. Why doesn’t Dad tell us about these things?”
“Who knows, but there’s also a connection to Mary. There’s a possibility that she could have been born alongside Sam, therefore his twin, but I don’t know why she was taken away. I know where she lives now, and it isn’t too far away,” Bobby explains.
He hands Sam and Dean your address on a small piece of paper and documents that Bobby will think help you believe Sam and Dean. “Be careful. If she’s your sister, she knows almost everything you two know about hunting.”
Sam and Dean arrive at your house: a wooden, one-story log house similar to one of Bobby’s safe-houses. Sam knocks three times, and you open the door slightly, so they can see half of your face.
“Can I help you two?” you ask the boys.
“You must be Y/N. My name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean. Our uncle thinks you could be our sister.” Sam says with a friendly smile.
You open the door more, curious. You fold your arms across your chest. “Oh? Where’s your proof?”
Sam pulls his and your birth certificate out of his pocket and unfolds them. He hands the two papers to you and you read them over very carefully. You occasionally look up at them, furrowing your brows. When you finish, you hand them back over to Sam.
“Seems accurate. I mean, my dad used to tell me how I was separated from my twin brother at birth because I was hurting him or something. I can’t remember. I haven’t seen my dad in a while. But if you two really are my brothers, I think I have a long story to tell you.” You say to the boys.
