Summary: Reader is
left shaken after a close call on a hunt, so John invites her back to
his hotel room for a drink.
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
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.
The all-new 2017 Ford GT will be available in a limited-edition Heritage theme honoring the GT40 Mark II driven to victory by Bruce McLaren and Chris Amon at Le Mans in 1966 – part of the historic 1-2-3 Ford GT sweep. The car will feature unique interior & exterior color themes, and an exclusive wheel finish.
The Ford GT ’66 Heritage Edition features a Shadow Black exterior in either gloss or matte finish with silver stripes and exposed carbon fiber package. The car sports Frozen White #2 hood and door graphics, and 20-inch one-piece forged aluminum wheels in a gold satin clearcoat with black lug nuts.
The interior of the limited edition model wraps the Ford GT carbon-fiber seats in Ebony leather, with pillowed inserts and plow-through stitching, and the seats’ head restraints and the steering wheel are debossed with the Ford GT logo. The instrument panel, pillars and headliner also features an Ebony-leather wrap, with gold appliqués on the instrument panel, the seat’s X-brace and shift paddles. Like the 1966 race car, the steering wheel is leather wrapped, with seat belts featuring a unique blue webbing.
Rounding out the modifications to the Ford GT ’66 Heritage Edition are a unique serialized identification plate, the #2 interior door graphic, and exposed matte carbon fiber door sills, air register pods and center console.
Limited quantities will be available for the 2017 model year only.
In the last post for today, we’re going to take a closer look at two monochrome looks that Gaga wore in the same week back in November 2015. Both happen to be from the same designer and same collection. Read further to find out more!
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.
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.
afternoons, however, were an entirely different story.
“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
“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.
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.
(A/N: I went with Jealous!Crowley, as I do so love to toy with him. I hope you like it nony! <3)
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
“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.
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
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
“Oh, don’t be like
that, love” Crowley said easily, tilting his head to regard you.
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
“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.
“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
“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
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…
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.
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
“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.
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
“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.
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.
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.
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.
“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…
develops irrational feelings for the devil. But those feelings could
never be reciprocated, could they?
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 –
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
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…