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Take the Edge Off

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Title: Take the Edge Off

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,216

Summary: Reader is left shaken after a close call on a hunt, so John invites her back to his hotel room for a drink.

Warnings: Reader and John get drunk. Suggested naughtiness.

Take the Edge Off

The ride back to the motel was laden with a heavy silence as you fought to control the trembling in your hands, staring as you willed them to finally still. While close calls were something far from uncommon, they always left you shaken, this one in particular as you tried in vain to block the recent  memories from resurfacing.

John watched you wearily from the corner of his eye as he navigated the darkened and deserted highway, reaching over to give your knee a light squeeze, causing you to jump back to reality.

“Sorry” he grumbled by way of apology, retracting his hand and keeping his gaze focused on the highway.

“You doing okay?” he asked after a pause, the amusement coming back into his voice as you leaned your head back onto the headrest of the seat.

“I’m fine” you muttered back, staring at the lining on the roof of the car above your head.

John chuckled lightly, “Sure you are, sweetheart.” His voice was light and while he witnessed the near fatal incident, he was quick to dismiss it as you were still alive and the threat was not.

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Fantasies and Confessions:

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Leather and Lace Masterlist

Last Updated: 2/12/16  8:36pm

Summary: A/U in which the Reader is married to and has a child with Soldier!Sam.

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean, John, Ellen, Jo, Cole, OC’s

Warnings:  Angst. Funerals. Death. Language. General Sadness. Depression. Mentions of Suicide. Rape. Torture. READER BEWARE

Author’s Note: Thank you to @ohfora67impala, @roseringleader13, and@abaddonwithyall for helping me out this. This project is VERY personal to me and I really appreciate the input. As always, let me know what you think!

Tagging: @aprofoundbondwithdean, @desiringspnimagines, @bovaria

Episode 1: “Dog Tags” - You start over in a new town after receiving horrific news, where you meet new friends, and start a new job. 

Episode 2: “Visitor” - You go on a double date and trouble ensues. 

Episode 3: “Memory” - After some disturbing news you remember back to a special day. 

Episode 4: “Reunion” - Your visit doesn’t go as planned. 

Episode 5: “Come Home” - Sam talks about how he got home. 

Episode 6: “Shiver” - Sam takes things to a whole new level. 

Episode 7: “Charred” - Things really heat up.

Episode 8: “Awakening” - Everyone is finally getting over their fears.

Distorted Reality - Chapter 1

Professor!Pellegrino x Reader AU

Words: 1,730

Warnings: None in this chapter, unless you count lustful thoughts.

Summary: Reader fell hard for Professor Pellegrino the moment she’d met him, finding him both gorgeous and easy to talk to. When her fantasies become so vivid that they begin to distract her during class, she scolds herself, for what would a gorgeous Professor ever want with her?

A/N: Trying something a little different. Let me know what you think ;) Future chapters will be a little longer than this… and smut is inevitable.

Originally posted by misha-collins-angel-of-thursday

Chapter 1

Tuesday mornings were a drag. For whatever ungodly reason, you’d decided to take the eight am class and lived to regret it. You trudged through your morning, extra large coffee in hand, staring bleary eyed at the Professors as you struggled to pay even an ounce attention.

The afternoons, however, were an entirely different story.

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Imagine coming home after a long day to find John reading in bed.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This was @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s idea XD

“John?” you called into the quiet house as you threw your bag onto the floor and kicked your shoes off, curling your toes against the tiled floor and dreaming of the moment when you’re finally able to get off your feet.

“In here, baby” John’s voice called from the bedroom.

It was typical of John to be awake at ungodly hours, but even you were a little surprised at his alert tone, given that it was nearly 3am.

You padded silently across the floor and peaked into the room, your breath coming out in a long, winded sigh as you lay eyes on him. He was propped up in bed, black rimmed glasses on his face and a thick novel in his lap. The smile that spread across his lips when he saw you warmed you down to your very soul and you were quick to close the distance between you and the bed, jumping in beside him.

“What are you reading, old man?” you teased him, much as you always did.

You pawed at the book he was holding, careful not to lose his place as you flipped it close to look at the cover.

“IT? Really? I never had you pegged for a Stephen King fan” you mused, cuddling up against his side to lay your head on his chest and drape your arm over his stomach.

The warmth of his body radiated against your chilled skin and you soaked it up happily, rubbing your face against him and deeply inhaling his intoxicating musk. The soft bedding seemed to form perfectly around you and hug your tired frame as it lay cradled next to John.

“It’s nice to read about fictional monsters for once” John replied in a short, huffed laughed as he set the book on the nightstand.

His strong arms wrapped around you and he kissed the top of your head with a long, slow kiss, followed by several short ones as he gently cupped your chin and turned your face up to meet his. When his lips met yours, you smiled against them.

“I need to shower, I smell terrible” you stated, laying a hand on his chest and leaning back to look him in the eye.

“I think you smell delicious” John pressed, burying his face into the side of your neck as he nibbled playfully.

You gave a squeal of delight but slipped out of his grasp and rolled off of the bed.

“Seriously, I’m disgusting” you repeated in a sad tone, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed with him.

“In that case, I should probably join you. Safety in numbers and all that” John suggested with a wolfish grin.

And you couldn’t argue with that.

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(A/N: I went with Jealous!Crowley, as I do so love to toy with him. I hope you like it nony! <3)

Originally posted by crowleycanyounot


There was something rather sinfully wonderful about Crowley’s face when he was jealous. The way his eyes would narrow, flames practically dancing behind them as he studied you. His gaze catching your every movement, causing his jaw to set and lips to press into a thin line. The faintly veiled anger radiating from him in waves as you toyed and teased with his typically composed exterior. You knew how to break his character, you knew how to get him so riled up that he’d be ready to decimate every single thing in the room and punish you for your wicked ways.

And that was exactly why you did it.

You knew the poor sap you were flirting with was in no real danger, but if he only knew who was watching him, ready to scatter his organs to the four corners of the earth, he’d have been running to the hills.

You trailed your fingers up his arm, shamelessly flirting the information you needed out of him, milking it for all it was worth. A glazed look in his eye told you that he was putty in your hand, but you continued to pile little affections on him until you could almost hear Crowley growling behind you.

A rough hand closed around you bicep, snapping you and the informant back to reality as Crowley hauled you to your feet. The thrill of the chase welled up inside you, and while Crowley was cross, you’d knew you’d won the game. He didn’t even bother to drag you from the bar, forgoing his usual ‘go-to’ of getting outside before zapping the two of you some place more private. Your eyes went wide as smashed open the Men’s Room door, ordering the startled man who’d been washing his hands to get out.

The door had hardly swung shut behind the retreating man before Crowley snapped his fingers, locking the door and turning to regard you with a fierce look in his eyes.

“You want to play games, Darling?” he asked, his chest heaving with adrenaline and rage.

You licked your bottom lip before pulling it between your teeth and cocking an eyebrow at him, challenging him to do his worst.

An eerie calm settled around him as he took a step closer to you, his gaze deliberate sliding around the room as if to show what you’d made him resort to. Gradually he brought himself to look at you again, the distance between you now minimal and you felt the first quakes of fear and anticipation flooding you as he spoke.

“Well, what do you say we get started then?”

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Just a Touch

@kazchester-fanfiction - Hope you like it <3

Originally posted by hunters-hiraeth

Just a Touch

While it is said that not all days can be good ones, the gloom that hung over you now came in a fog so thick that it was difficult for you to see passed it and back to the last time when you were truly happy. Your shoulders slumped as you exhaled long and slow, knowing full well that you were moping but unable to shake yourself from the funk of your mood and carry on with the day. Sam and Dean had left late last night, which left you alone with only your thoughts for company. And that, perhaps, was the worst part of it. Without their noise in the background, it gave way to let your thoughts scream at you into the silence of the room as you sat at the table, desperately trying to drown out their seemingly endless assault with research.

The faint stirring of feathers behind you caught your attention, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn to see which angel may have appeared behind you. While the loneliness was indeed suffocating, sharing your misery wasn’t exactly what you had in mind either.

“You are alone” they said, standing awkwardly out of your sight range, the barest hint of questioning in their voice. Gadreel still seemed to be in that awkward place of not quite fitting in with humanity, though he strongly made the effort to try.

“Sam and Dean will be back in a few days, they’re in Michigan if you need them” you replied, eyes scanning over the book in front of you but seeing nothing.

You hated being short with him, he’d only ever been kind to you, but in the moment you couldn’t see what good his presence could bring you.

His movements were stiff and uncertain as he came to stand beside you, looking down at you with his head slightly cocked to the side as if silently questioning if he were welcomed. With a sigh you flipped the book closed, nodding as you gestured to the seat beside you, answering his silent question.

His eyes fixed on you as he sat, taking in your slouched figure and sullen expression.

“Would I be correct in assuming that something is troubling you?” he wagered, eyes still searching you as if you must have some physical wound to warrant the current state of your mood.

“I’m fine” you answered quickly, staring at the surface of the table as your fingers traced aimless circles around it.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see his brow crinkle and his eyes narrow slightly, clearly not believing you but unsure of how to approach the subject.

“I could help you? If you tell me what you need…” he offered, leaning in closer towards you, his worried eyes desperately trying to lock onto yours.

“Nothing… I don’t need anything” you murmured, flipping your book open again as you rested your elbow on the table and propped your head in your hand.

He hesitated, watching you for a moment and you could almost feel his determination to help. The thought lifted your spirits slightly, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up for your mood to change that quickly.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, though the feeling of him watching you never left. In a steady, deliberate movement, his hand suddenly stretched up on the table, drifting towards your fingers that had earlier been tracing circles. With a feather light movement, the tips of his fingers drifted across the back of your hand until they slipped between yours, his palm closing over the back of your hand as he gently squeezed.

That simple contact was all you needed, a calm settling around you as you exhaled, feeling the gloom dissipate with each breath you took. The warmth of his touch spread through your body, chasing any lingering tendrils of sadness that fought to keep their claws in you.

Looking over your arm you smiled at him, his soft smile mimicking yours, and while the sadness had all but left you, your fingers tightened slightly into his, enjoying the moment far too much to let go any time soon.

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So Close It Hurts

Originally posted by nightofthelivingfig

Title: So Close It Hurts

Words: 662

Summary: Imagine your boyfriend Crowley finding you in bed with Lucifer

A/N: Sorry, I just like hurting Crowley lately. :p

Quiet, gentle moments with Lucifer were rare and something you deeply coveted. Sitting with him on your bed, nuzzling your face into his neck while your head rested against his chest felt like a dream… albeit a complicated mess of one.

His one arm was wrapped protectively around you while the other absently stroked your hair, running his fingers through the strands and letting his hand glide down your back before repeating the process in a constant, steady loop. The chill of his skin seeped through his clothes, cool enough to cause a shudder to ripple through you but not enough to make you pull away. You found comfort in his cold embrace, and that was something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Resting his cheek against the top of your head, the two of you merely sat in silently in each others company, enjoying what little time you could steal together.

“Well, isn’t this touching?” a gruff voice said from the doorway.

Fear gripped you like an iron fist in your stomach as you flew to your feet, unashamed to hide behind Lucifer as he calmly stood in front of you.

“Imagine the surprise on your face” Crowley teased lightly, though the subtle tones of his anger could still be detected behind his relaxed exterior.

“Crowley…” you began, fighting to stop the trembling that shook your entire body.

You and the former crossroads demon had been an item for sometime, though in recent months you’d found yourself being lured away by the Devil. His charm and the way he carried himself, the way power just radiated off of him in waves all had you swept off of your feet and soon you were welcoming him into your bed without a second thought. It was only after the fact that you realized the magnitude of your indiscretion, and by then it was already too late. Lucifer lavished affection on you, whispering how you were his mate and how you would always be his.

Whatever the reason, whatever the situation, you were irrevocably his from that moment on in mind, body and soul.

The feelings for Crowley hadn’t faded the way you thought they would. You assumed once you had given yourself to Lucifer that you would be able to confront Crowley, be honest that you no longer felt anything for him and be able to break things off. But that wasn’t the case. You still loved him and the thought of hurting him haunted you… though not enough to stop seeing Lucifer either.

“I suppose I should have expected as much… A whore, is a whore, is a whore” Crowley shrugged, stepping into the room while still keeping his distance from you and Lucifer.

His words stung you more than you wanted to admit, and without fully intending too, you stepped out from behind Lucifer, looking at Crowley with a hurt expression.

“Oh, don’t be like that, love” Crowley said easily, tilting his head to regard you.

“Clearly you’ve already traded me in… no sense regretting your decision now” he concluded, looking over your shoulder to where Lucifer stood, watching the scene unfold before him with an impassive expression, though his stance was clearly ready to intercede should the need arise.

“But know this, Y/N,” Crowley said darkly, stepping closer to you so your faces were nearly touching and his eyes locked onto yours, “All the love that I felt for you, all of the passion… it’s not gone… it’s merely been poisoned, darling. It’s turned dark… cold… and the Devil himself cannot stop the wrath of that darkness from reaching you. I will unleash Hell upon you… and when I do, just know, well and truly know, that that darkness… it could have been love instead.”

With a snap of fingers he was gone, leaving you the weight of his threat hanging so heavily on your shoulders that Lucifer had to hold you before that weight crumpled you to the ground.

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Originally posted by welovehaehyuk

“A priest, really?” you teased, eyeing up the demon’s garb as he strolled passed you.

Crowley fixed you with a stare as a smirk turned up the corners of his lips.

“I put on this collar and suddenly everyone wants to confess their greatest sins to me. It’s almost too easily, really” he mused.

How you’d fallen for the King of Hell was beyond you, but your bad choices aside, you had to admit that while he was wearing those clothes, even you wanted to drop to your knees and… confess your sins.

Crowley paused and turned to you suddenly, as if reading the guilty thoughts on your face. His expression intrigued and almost playful as he took a step back towards you.

“I see that look in your eyes, pet” he goaded, a smug look on his face like he knew it was only a matter of time before you told him everything.

You wouldn’t give in that easy.

“What look?” you inquired, the innocence you’d tried to lace into your words sounded fake even to your own ears, but that only seemed to amuse him further.

He took another step, closing the already minimal distance between you and it seemed the closer he drew to you, the more you felt your facade fading.

“Come on, Darling” he challenged, tilting his head slightly to the side, the barest traces of a smile still etched upon his lips.

The playfulness was draining fast from his tone and being replaced by something much darker, and all the more alluring.

Without really intending to, you took a step towards him, bodies nearly touching as your eyes stayed unabashedly locked onto his.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he studied you, letting the already mounting tension increase the longer you both stared. Slowly he brought his hand up to cup your face, letting his thumb trail over your bottom lip as an appreciative noise rumbled deep in his chest.

It was then you came undone and gave into temptation. Whatever sins you had already accumulated that needed confessing, you were surely going to have a few more to add to that list after this…

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I Know! Isn’t It Great?

Title: Isn’t It Great?

Pairing: John x Reader

Words: 1,472

Summary: Reader and John are both hunters, but they never work together. Their tempers equally matched they find they have no chemistry for hunting. When it comes to sex however…

Prompt: “I know. Isn’t it great?” for @one-shots-supernatural‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge.

Warnings: Some violence against John. Reader and John struggle for dominance, though he never hits her. Swearing. Unprotected sex.

I Know! Isn’t It Great?

There he was, the demon you’d been tracking for 2 years. The demon that had killed your best friend… and you weren’t even the one to take him down.

“God dammit, John!” you shouted, turning and shoving John away from you into the wall.

“What? He’s dead! I was just doing my damn job!” he seethed back, pushing away from the wall to come stand in front of you.

“This was my case!” you raged, fighting back tears.

“Look, I’m sorry that I’m not sorry. Dead is dead” he retaliated, staring down at you.

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Beauty in Nature

Originally posted by ruuuzek

Beauty in Nature

Lucifer x Reader

Words: 1,103

Warnings: Thunderstorm, mentions of anxiety. It’s Fluff.

A/N: This was actually a challenge for me, as I struggle to see Lucifer as a fluffy character… so… enjoy my attempt at Fluffifer.

Beauty in Nature

Your chest constricted, squeezing your lungs until each ragged breath became forced and painful. You trembled at every crack of thunder that boomed overhead, rattling the windows of your home and making you cringe as you shut your eyes, willing the storm to pass quickly.

A deep sense of longing filled you, an ache for comfort that always went unfulfilled during every storm you were forced to endure and left you feeling more alone than ever. It must have been some cruel twist of fate that you were always on your own during these storms.

You sat on your bed, drawing your knees up under your chin and hugging them close to you, merely letting the loneliness fill you up and devour you to help numb the sickly unease that storm was causing you.

“You must really be desperate to call out to me…” a voice whispered from the darkest corner of your room.

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Originally posted by strengthcas

A/N: This is the more ‘innocent’ version of the Sam request for Reader and Sam being stuck in a tight space. I just could resist.


“Anymore bright ideas, genius?” you seethed in a hushed tone as you squeezed the pantry door closed behind you.

To be fair, you weren’t sure that it was entirely his fault, but you were quick to blame him for his half-baked plan of hiding in a kitchen pantry from the restless spirit you guys were hunting.

Sam made a muted scoffing noise from behind you as you struggled to try and move beside him instead of having your ass being pressed up against him, sandwiching you between him and the door. You wiggled and shimmied as quietly as you could, but there wasn’t room for you to move around him.

“Can you stop doing that?” Sam asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m being as quiet as I can!” you grumbled back.

Managing to pull your lighter from your pocket, you looked around the tight space, seeking out anything that you could use to aid you.

“There!” you gestured to Sam, “Can you reach over me and grab that salt?”

“No!” Sam replied harshly, his breathing deep and labored.

“What? Why not? You’re not claustrophobic are you?” you teased.

Sam snorted but tried to shift away from you, still not reaching for the salt.

“Come on! I can’t lift my arms that high being squished here” you urged, trying to keep your voice down.

Sam sighed, stretching forward to reach the salt just above your head. His pelvis pressing harder against you.

“Uh… Sam… Please tell me that’s a Pringles can wedged between us” you fought hard to control your giggles, even as your face flushed.

“Shut up” Sam retorted, snatching the salt and dropping it so you could catch it.

“No, no, please tell me…” you teased, wiggling your hips a little more so they ground against him.

“Stop doing that!” Sam said in a rush of breath, though you could hear his breathing hitch in his throat.

“Me? I’m not doing anything. Just trying to make some room for both of us here” you replied in an overly faked innocent tone.

You heard Sam swallow hard and a groan roll from his throat. Just then the door flew open and Dean stood there with a wide smile plastered on his face.

“Hope I’m not interrupting” Dean grinned, eyeing the two of you as you stood frozen in place.

“Nope!” you said cheerily, looking at Sam over your shoulder. “Sam might need a minute alone though,” you said with a giggle, closing the door behind you as you stepped out.

“Screw you both” Sam’s muffled voice came from the pantry.

You and Dean hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time.

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“Maybe… just maybe you didn’t need all that much convincing after all” Lucifer teased, swinging his leg off of the arm of the chair and sitting up to lean forward towards you with his elbows on his knees.

You rolled your eyes, even as you felt your heart skip a deep and a dry lump squeeze in your throat. Lucifer’s blue eyes focused on you with such a heated intensity that you had to scold yourself not to move closer toward him too.

It took more effort than you cared to admit to get yourself to lean back and away from him, prying your eyes away just long enough to let reality reign back in. This was the Devil, and at the present he was in your charge to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid, which is apparently exactly what you were in danger of doing yourself. Even as you let your eyes slip back to him, stealing a quick glance as he watched you, tip of his index finger in his mouth and trouble written all over his face, you knew you were slipping.

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Originally posted by spnfans

“Come here often?” a smooth, yet gravelly voice asks from behind you.

You turn to see him seated as the base of your pedestal, scotch already in hand and a mischievous grin etched onto his face. The smile that spreads across your face couldn’t be stopped, though you try to smother it with a feigned look of boredom.

Taking a long, slow sip of his drink, he watches you roll your hips delicately to the music, dipping and swaying in his direction, without trying to make your teasing obvious. He lowers his glass, stroking the stubble on his chin and though you can hardly believe it, it seems that you may have made the King of Hell a little flustered.

And now was the perfect chance to have a little fun with him…

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This Isn’t Love

Title: This Isn’t Love - Part 1

Words: 571

Pairing: Eventual Lucifer x Reader

Summary: Reader develops irrational feelings for the devil. But those feelings could never be reciprocated, could they?

Warnings: None yet. Eventual smut and goodness knows what else.

A/N: Taking a stab at a Lucifer series since this idea has been hanging around my head for so long.

This Isn’t Love – Part 1

Love isn’t something that can be explained, predicted or accounted for. It happens without sense or reason, without agenda or expectation, and it can only have two possible outcomes. The first is that the subject of your desires reciprocates; feelings bloom and grow and that person becomes irrevocably tied to your life forever. The second, and undoubtedly the more difficult of the two, is that the subject does not reciprocate, which they are free not too, but still they become tied to your life, hopelessly within reach of our finger tips, yet always just far enough that we can only brush up against it and never quite grasp it.

Sometimes love is slow building, evolving over time due to proximity or circumstance. Other times it’s instant, like a freight train barrelling over you without hearing it’s blaring warning sound or having a chance to dodge it’s oncoming. The possibility of love is always around us. It can be suffocating or life giving, it can be cruel or kind. But if there’s one thing you’d learned about love in all your years…

Man was it stupid.

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