Tired of the corruption brewing in her county that led to several tragic events, former deputy sheriff Daisy Johnson has decided to take matters into her own hands. Riding throughout the Wild West as the outlaw Quake, she does whatever it takes to stop the Hydra Gang and the Watchdogs from hurting the good people across the land, even if that means bringing down banks and bridges to do so. Despite her good intentions and deeds, Daisy is still hunted by the U.S. Marshal who wants to bring her in for justice as the most dangerous woman in the West.
One night, while pursuing a small band of Watchdog robbers, she comes across the fabled outlaw legend of the Mojave Desert: The Ghost Rider, a man cursed by a deal with the Devil to ride across the West seeking vengeance against those who spilled innocent blood. Daisy never really believed the folklore until she comes face-to-face with his flaming skull for herself.
When he doesn’t kill her like she expects, Daisy starts to pursue him to find out more about the man behind the myth. She quickly learns there is much more to Robbie Reyes than his murderous reputation. Seeing they have the same intentions, the two outlaws form an uneasy alliance in order to take on the ruthless gangs of the West together. Will their quest end with them riding off into the sunset, or being claimed as two more victims to the unforgiving Hell of the Wild West?
you’ll not only be a positive role model for little girls all over this country, but I personally will feel very… I will feel very proud to have a Chief that I can truly admire (Sharon Raydor to
Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, The Closer, Season 6, Ep 9)
Hey, could you do an imagine where you sam and dean are on a case, and you can’t get some important information from a police officer. Sam suggests that you flirt with the police officer and go on a date with him to get the information from him. Dean gets really jealous and ends tells you how he really feels.
Dean smut to make up for the weekend of no updates! Also, I changed the request so the Reader and Dean were already dating. If this isn’t what you wanted let me know!
“Any luck?” You asked your boyfriend as he made his way towards you. You stood with his brother Sam reviewing information on the case. You had almost nothing, due to an unhelpful police officer. Dean had been trying, unsuccessfully, to see what organs had been removed from the body. Sam had tried before him, and it was now up to you to find out.
“Hey (y/n).” Sam hesitated as you and Dean turned to look at him. “Maybe you should flirt with him a bit, you know. Soften him up.” You giggled as Dean glared at his brother. “C'mon Dean! You know how much we need this info.” Sam said sheepishly. You looked to Dean for confirmation of the plan.
“Work your magic babe.” Dean said with a forced smile. You winked at him before sauntering over to the officer, swinging your hips and licking your lips as you walked. The sleazy officers eyes were glued to your every step. His eyes occasionally roamed to your chest, and you made sure to stick your breasts out for him.
“Deputy Johnson?” You said silkily, eyeing his uniform. The Deputy smirked as he focused his full attention on you. You ran your hands up and down his arms, making sure to compliment the muscle you felt. He was still being tough, and eventually insisted he was too busy to talk about the case. You pouted your way to a tiny bit of information, but he still wasn’t convinced. He eventually agreed to talk about the case, but only if you went with him to dinner. You agreed, much to Dean’s displeasure.
He made his reservations very clear as you prepared for the date. You took the time to curl your hair and put on actual make up. You had a hard time picking a top, and Dean eventually pulled out a loose fitting blue shirt. The neckline was barley below a prudish standard, but you figured since Dean was letting you go in the first place you shouldn’t push a sexy outfit.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Because you don’t have too. We can get the information another way.” Dean said, clenching his jaw as a car pulled up to the motel you were staying at. You gave Dean a kiss before walking out the door, knowing you had to take one for the team. He clenched his jaw as he watched you get in the vehicle through the motel window. He glared daggers at Sam when he heard the engine rev, knowing baby would destroy the Deputy’s car in a race.
The date went even worse than you expected. You spent dinner neck deep in cheap alcohol and even cheaper pick up lines. No matter how hard you tried, the conversation always strayed far away from the case. You rolled your eyes as he made attempts to grab your hand. Knowing you were going to be a while, you texted Dean from under the table. You had seen a case file in the back seat of his car, and thought if you feigned sick you could grab it before the Deputy noticed.
You weren’t entirely faking when you told the officer you felt awful. This date along with a few drinks had your stomach churning, and not in a good way. He looked a bit disappointed when you asked to leave, but got up to drive you none the less. To your complete displeasure he wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood from the booth. You turned to walk outside and your body met with Dean’s. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but you figured he wasn’t too happy with Mr. Sleazy police man.
“Agent. We’ve found some new information, and need you back on the case ASAP.” He said, over exaggerating every syllable. “Sorry if I’m interrupting something.” Dean’s eyes travelled down to your waist as he spoke, glaring daggers at the arm wrapped around his girl. You started to walk to Dean, silently thanking him for saving you from the horrible situation. Before you had even taken a step the Deputy had grabbed your arm and spun you towards him, crushing his face against yours in what should have been a kiss.
You saw fire in Dean’s eyes as you pulled away, and he stayed two steps ahead of you the entire walk to the impala. You knew he was angry, but he couldn’t possibly blame you. He locked the passenger door when you tried to open it, and you rolled your eyes as you climbed into the back. He slammed baby’s door as he climbed in the drivers side, glaring at you through the rear view mirror. You huffed and rolled your eyes, resting your head against the leather interior.
You stayed silent as the engine roared to life. Being to annoyed with Dean’s attitude, you kept silent throughout the whole ride. You soon heard the tires hit gravel and opened your eyes, confused as to where Dean was going. He drove another mile before pulling over and shutting the car off. He opened the door and got out, causing you close your eyes as you heard his door slam. It was a few minutes before you heard a sound, which turned out to be your door opening.
Dean slid into the backseat, but you refused to open your eyes. You felt his hand rest on your thigh as his mouth attacked your neck, leaving bruises and bite marks everywhere his lips met your skin. You moaned aloud, and Dean finally spoke. He told you to shut up as his teeth harshly bit your ear, making you cry out. He pulled back and you finally opened your eyes to meet his harsh glare.
“I said shut up.” Dean muttered possessively against your skin. He suddenly pulled back and ripped your shirt off your body before removing his shirt and pants. He laid you down in the backseat, bites starting from your neck and trailing down to your jeans. Dean slowly undid the button on your jeans before ripping them off your legs, leaving you almost completely exposed. You whimpered at the cold and felt Dean flip you over on your stomach. His large hand collided with your ass and you let out a low moan.
“I didn’t tell you to speak.” Dean said, slapping you until your ass was raw. He then proceeded to pull your panties from your legs, flipping you once more. You watched as he pulled his boxers down his legs, freeing his erection. He roughly pulled your on top of him, sinking you onto his large cock with no warning. You slapped your hand over your mouth to cover your moan, and Dean grinned at the action.
Dean placed his hands on your hips, crushing your body between his hands. He trailed an arm around your back, pulling you closer and unclasping your bra in the same motion. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as he bounced you on top of him. You felt pleasure course through your being as you bit Dean hard enough to draw blood. It was impossible to stifle your moans as an orgasm overtook you, much to Dean’s pleasure. He quickly pulled out of you before throwing you against the seats, your back sticking to the leather.
“Scream for me (y/n)” Dean said before pushing into you once more, drilling you like never before. You complied, moans rolling off your tongue at a high speed. “Scream. My. Name.” Dean said, speaking in time to his thrusts. He pounded into you faster, and you screamed out loud. You refused to cave and say his name because you were still a little annoyed with Dean.
“I said Scream. My. Name. (Y/n). Now.” Dean said. You felt bliss overtake you a second time and finally complied, yelling “Dean” over and over until you came down from your high. Dean was still thrusting before his hips stuttered. He suddenly pulled out and came all over your stomach, letting out a low groan as he released on you.
You both laid in the backseat, panting as you came down from the high. Dean wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, a gesture that meant he wasn’t upset anymore. You nuzzled in closer to his chest, thinking about making Dean angry more often.
Pairing: Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish Word Count: 1009 Summary: Jordan isn’t jealous, he’s just uncomfortable with the way Deputy Johnson is speaking to Lydia. A/N: idk that blond deputy just looks like the kind of asshole that would be like this. Also thanks lydiasdeputy for helping me with the deputy’s name ;)
Jordan liked Lydia, and the other deputies in the station knew that, because they all teased him whenever she left, calling out things like ‘you might want to go take a cold shower’ or ‘keep your hands above the desk at all times’, he’d just roll his eyes at them because he was certain that he and Lydia wouldn’t happen. She was Lydia Martin, a beautiful young high school student, she was eighteen which meant she was legally an adult, but Lydia wasn’t interested in him, if she was it was only as a friend. Jordan let out a loud exhausted huff as he rubbed his eyes, he knew he had plenty of time left until the end of his shift but, honestly, he just wanted to go home and collapse on his bed. “Hey Parrish, when you’re done with your daydreams, would you give this a read?” Another deputy threw down a file onto Jordan’s desk. Jordan quickly looked up and saw Deputy Johnson glaring down at him, “is that okay with you?”