shoot some pool

For @k6034​. Thank you so much!

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they go to the bar that night. He just drags his friend along with him when he goes out for the night, ready to shoot some pool and drink some beer.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they laugh together at the bar, Dean telling Cas funny stories from his childhood. He just wants to relax, and it’s nice to remember the good times. It’s even better to see Cas smile like that. Like maybe he’s relaxed too.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they move to the pool table. He just likes how strong Cas looks with his coat billowing behind him and that serious expression on his face. It’s just nice to have someone like that on his side. Someone he can trust.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when Cas pouts at missing shot after shot. “I understand the physics of this,” Cas tells him, “but I can’t seem to line the shot up correctly to achieve it.” Dean slides in behind him without thinking, because Dean’s a pro and knows he can show his friend the proper way to shoot.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as they bend over the table together, Cas’ solid body beneath Dean’s, their hands touching. But he does know that this feels different, that Cas’ face isn’t normally this close, that his own heart doesn’t usually pound this way.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as he keeps correcting Cas’ shot, curling closer and closer, forgetting that he’s supposed to keep space between them, that he shouldn’t hold his hand over Cas’ that long afterward.

But Dean knows he’s in love with Cas when Cas leans in and kisses him, soft and slow, lips curling up in a smile over Dean’s mouth, silently saying it’s about time, I’ve been waiting.

And from the look on Cas’ face when he pulls away, Cas knows Dean’s in love, too.

Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.



WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)

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“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

Johnnyx reader x Dallas smut...

WARNING EXTREME SMUT
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Johnny liked you, it wasn’t a secret to the gang, they had found out when the crush first started. He would always blush when you called him cutie, or hugged him, or even looked at him for more then a second. Yes they all knew their little Johnnycakes was head over heels, everyone did, except you. But the gang didn’t know as much about Johnny as Dally did, Johnny told Dally everything, and so when Johnny told Dally of his dilemma-Dally took it upon himself to find a way to help him.

The wind was chilly that night, you were making your way up to Buck’s. Dally had invited you, and having nothing else to do, you took him up on his offer. Now you weren’t much of a drinker, or partier for that matter. But you didn’t mind Buck’s music, and figured you could just shoot some games of pool with Dal. Upon entering you were met with the smell of smoke and alcohol-and the sounds of talking, laughter, glasses, and Hank Williams. Shuffling through the crowd you made your way over to the pool tables and let out a sigh of relief when you saw they were somewhat empty.

“Hey there pretty lady, come here often?” You heard a husky voice ask as an arm wrapped around your waist. Looking up you were met with the deep brown eyes of Dallas Winston.

“Hey Dally, how ya been?” You asked hugging him for a moment.

“Pretty good, though better now that you showed up” he winked, you laughed and shook your head. You were used to Dally’s playful flirting by now, he knew you liked Johnny anyways. He was the only one who you told about your secret crush. You set up the pool table, and you and Dallas began to play.

Six games later you were up by two games, which Dally wasn’t very pleased about.

“How the hell?” he asked you, to which you only laughed before shooting another ball into a pocket.

“If you would quit staring at my ass you could maybe play” You told him, it was true, Dallas had been staring at your body all night. Not just his usual playful flirting, this was something more. You were a bit confused, you would have been lieing if you said you never thought of him that way. But that was before your feelings for Johnny. Sweet little Johnny, he was one of your best friends, you talked to him all the time, saw movies together-you were pretty much always by his side…It was really no reason you loved the boy.

“H-Hey guys” You heard that soft shy voice say, and at first you just thought your mind made it up, your thoughts having been on him and all. No, it wasn’t until Dally spoke that you realized Johnny was actually there.

“Hey Johnnycakes, glad you could make it” he said ruffling his hair, which Johnny quickly smoothed back down.

“Hey {y/n}” He smiled, that blush already forming on his tanned cheeks.

“Hey cutie” you smiled back as you hugged him. Dally laughed and said he was gonna go get Johnny a pop, leaving you two alone.

“So what are you doing here? Didn’t peg you as a bar type” You laughed, Johnny looked down at the ground for a moment before answering.

“I’m not, Dally invited me” He told you, something in your brain clicked…Dally was the only one who knew you liked Johnny…That boy was not trying to set something up, was he?

“Here ya go Johnnycakes” Dallas said, returning and handing the soda to Johnny. You returned to your game and beat Dallas for the third time that night.

“Beginners luck is all” Dallas scoffed, you just rolled your eyes.

“How is it beginners luck when that is the third time?” You asked smirking, earning a laugh from Johnny.

“You’re just mad cause you know I’m better” You stuck your tongue out at Dallas.

“Oh ya your better, ain’t done one thing that took guts in your life, but you’re better” Dally replied setting up the table again.

“Hey I’ve done stuff!” You told him, he just smirked and looked at you.

“Name one” You thought for a moment…Ok so maybe you had always played it safe, but still.

“See told ya” he said, turning back to the table.

“You wouldn’t even do something on a dare” he added

“Oh ya? Dare me then” You told him, hand on your hip as you waited.

“Kiss him” he smirked when your face when red.

“W-what?” you asked

“You heard me, if you are so bad and not afraid of a dare. Kiss him” he said nodding over to Johnny, who at this point was as red as a tomato.

“A-Alright” You stuttered as you took a step and closed the gap between Johnny and yourself. His eyes met yours for only a moment before you leaned in and captured his lips. He was hesitant at first, before you felt him lean into the kiss as well. You were about to pull away when you felt his hand rest on the side of your neck, his other on you waist, and his tongue running across your lips. Smiling, you gave in and let him have access-though you were a bit surprised by his boldness. His tongue played with your, enticing it in it’s game as you noted that he tasted like cigarettes and coke. You hadn’t even felt your body backing up, but you soon felt the hard wood of the pool table hit your lower back.

“Whoa kids, get a room” Dallas laughed, causing you both to snap out of your little world. Johnny pulled back first, his face red as he tired to catch his breath-you were sure you looked the same in his eyes. The next half hour was spent filled with awkward silence between you and Johnny, except for a few flirty glances. Though it seemed that Johnny and Dally had their own silent conversation going, as they would both glance at each other before looking off into the crowd. When the bar started getting more and more full, you could see the uneasiness in Johnny, and you supposed Dally could see it too.

“Come on, lets head up” he spoke as he put the pool stick down and made his way to the stairs. You and Johnny followed, happy to be away from the ever growing crowd of drunks. Dally led you to the biggest room on the second floor, and once you entered, the music blaring downstairs became muffled.

“This room is huge” Johnny noted looking around.

“This bed is huge” You laughed as you jumped on it, bouncing slightly. Dallas and Johnny shared a look, before Dallas smirked and walked over to you.

“Hey {y/n}, remember when I say you ain’t done one thing that took guts in your life?” He asked sitting beside you.

“Ya and I proved you wrong” You told him

“Na you just did a dare, but I got an idea how you can prove me wrong” he told you, his smirk growing wider.

“Oh? And what is it?” You asked, honestly curious.

“Have a little fun with me and Johnnycakes tonight” he told you, his smirk never leaving, even as your face grew hot and red.

“W-What?” You asked, stunned by his statement.

“Come on {y/n}, Johnny likes you too, and I know you told Evie you wanted to have a romp with me” he told you, this time you and Johnny both flushed red.

“Dally she ain’t got to if she don’t want to” Johnny said stepping closer to you both. Even in such an awkward situation, he was still a sweetheart. Your thoughts wondered for a moment. Johnny liked you back? You could feel the smile before you even knew it was there. You were ok with the idea of being with Johnny, and it was true, you had told Evie when you first joined the gang, that you wanted at least one romp with Dallas.

“O-Ok” you told them quietly, both of the boys stopped the conversation they had been having and turned to you.

“R-Really {y/n} you don’t have to” Johnny started, but you shook your head, smiling up at him.

“But I want to” You told him, earning a chuckle from Dallas.

“That’s more like it {y/n}” he stated before pulling you to him, crashing his lips on yours. You were shocked at first, but soon leaned into the kiss as his tongue pushed past your lips, exploring the new territory before wrapping around your own. You felt your jacket being slipped off of your shoulders, before hands began crawling up your shirt, soon massaging your bra clad breasts. You moaned in his mouth as he worked your body, soon pulling away to rid you of your shirt. You turned your head as Dallas began trailing rough kisses along your neck his hands never leaving your breasts. Opening your eyes you saw Johnny watching, his lip almost bloody from how hard he was biting it, smiling, you grabbed his jacket and brought his lips to yours. One of his hands rested on the bed behind you, while his other landed on your upper thigh as he kissed you. You moaned in the kiss when Dallas bit your soft spot and Johnny’s tongue rushed in to play with your own. You hadn’t even felt your bra being taken off until Dally’s lips left your neck to trail down to latch onto a hardened bud.

“Shit!” You moaned, breaking the kiss as your fingers tangled in Dally’s hair. Another moaned bubbled out of your throat when Johnny’s lips attached to your soft spot. You felt Johnny’s hand leave your thigh, soon pressing against your clothes heat. You groaned at the feeling, you head falling forward. You opened your half lidded eyes to see Dally’s hand leave Johnny’s, and then it suddenly clicked. Dally knew Johnny was a virgin, and he was helping him. You soon felt Dally’s mouth leave your breasts and travel back to your neck, his hand taking it’s place. The hand against your heat slowly made it’s way to the button on your pants, undoing it, before traveling inside your panties.

“S-Shit Johnny” you breathed as his hand skimmed over your clit while it made it’s way to your wetness. His fingers ran along your folds, your core soaking them in no time, before he began to ease one inside you. Your breath caught while your fingers tangled in his raven hair. He began pumping, slowly at first, and you can’t help the moans that leave you. Dallas pulls away and begins to take your pants and panties off. Johnny’s hand speeding up due to the more room, and you couldn’t help but throw your head back when you felt the rough suck on your clit. Looking down you watched as Dallas’s mouth teased your body, Johnny watched as well, his hands faltering only for a moment. Dallas soon left your body completely, standing up as he began to undress. Though your body wasn’t left for long as you felt another rough suck on your clit along with another digit being added to your pounding core. Johnny picked up where Dally had left off and Dally smirked at the fact. You could read the “kid is a fast learner” thought clear on his face. Johnny picked up his pace and had your eyes rolling back as you felt your release coming to it’s peak. You let out a moan of his name when he began flicking his tongue over your clit, successfully pushing you over. He watched as you slowly came down from your high, his fingers slowly coming to a stop while you tried to catch your breath.

“Way to go kid, you made her cum first” Dallas smirked while Johnny blushed at his statement. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at Dally’s remark as you grabbed Johnny’s jacket and gently pulled him back to your lips. Dallas began fingering you next, entering a third digit as he stretched you. He told Johnny to go ahead and undress, stating that the real fun was about to start. You rocked your hips in time with Dally’s fingers as you watched Johnny undress himself, letting out a small whine when Dally pulled his fingers away. He chuckled and brought you up to stand beside him, he told Johnny to sit back on the bed. Johnny did as he was told, backing up until his back hit the wall. Dally then smirked at you and with a remark of.

“You know what to do” he held your hips and bent you over the bed. You looked up at Johnny, his brown eyes wide as he watched your every move. Gently, you wrapped your hand around him, watching as his breath caught in his throat, before spilling into a moan as you began pumping him. You ran your tongue along the vein before gliding it over the slit, Johnny grabbed the sheets tighter as he watched you wrap you lips around him, taking him in your mouth.

“S-Shit” he groaned when you hollowed your cheeks and gave a rough suck. You could feel Dally’s finger running along your core, before you felt them leave, soon being replaced as he began sliding into you. He let out a few grunted curses when he settled inside, your warm slick walls clamping tightly around him. You on the other hand, had let out a moan at the fullness, and Johnny’s hand tangled in you {h/c} locks when he felt the vibrations. Dallas didn’t start out slow and gentle, and you hadn’t honestly expected him to, this was Dallas after all. Your body jolted forward at his first thrust, causing you to deep throat Johnny. When he pulled away you did as well. This went on as Dallas set the fast and hard pace, holding your hip with one hand, as the other reached down and played with your clit. By now both of Johnny’s hands were knotted in your hair as he guided you along him, his hips bucking every now and then while he moaned your name.

“Shit!” he moaned when you let out a loud moan around him. Dallas smiled as he began hitting that spot inside of you more often, causing your moans to become louder. You could feel your release coming again, Dally’s pace on your body making you peak faster then you had hoped.

“{y-y/n}” Johnny moaned, you could tell he was almost spent as well. You let out a light yelp when you felt your hair being tugged out of Johnny’s grip, your head tilted back as you released him.

“Not yet” Dallas grunted, still holding your hair. You were about to ask him what he meant when you lips were captured in a heated needy kiss. Dallas let go of your hair and Johnny’s took their place as your tongues battled. The kiss was only broken when you let out a scream of Dallas’s name, your release finally coming as you trembled and tried to keep your body up. You heard Dallas moan your name before you felt his body slow to a stop. You felt him back away from you, slowly pulling himself out until you couldn’t feel him anymore. The room was quiet for a moment, as you laid down, nothing but the sounds of panting, before you heard jeans being zipped.

“I’ll let you kids have some time to yourself” Dallas said picking up his shirt as he looked at Johnny, then you.

“It was fun {y/n}” he smirked and leaned in to kiss you, before standing and leaving.

Johnny looked down at you, his breath was just as fast as he kissed you, trailing kisses down your neck while he settled between your thighs. He looked up at you, asking for permission. Even after all you guys had done, he still wanted to know you were ok with this. Smiling at him, you nodded. He slid into you easily, your previous actions making it easier. His pace was so different from Dally’s. Johnny was slow and soft, he trailed soft kisses down your neck and back, capturing your lips in a gentle embrace. Dally was a romp, simple as that, Johnny though-Johnny made love. You could feel it in every kiss he gave, every gentle caress, every soft “I love you” whispered. But you could also tell that he was holding back, your previous actions on him had his body yearning for release. Right now you could see the amount of self control he had to stay that soft slow pace.

“Johnny” you moaned, earning a sudden hard thrust.

‘So he really is that much on the edge of losing that control’ you thought

“Johnny..Ahh! F-Faster” You moaned, your hands grabbing at his back while you wrapped your legs around his waist. He didn’t need to be told twice, his body wasn’t letting him even think about turning down your request as it sped up. His control had slipped and he knew he wouldn’t get it back. Not with the way you clawed at his back, or the way your head was thrown back as moan after moan left you-and definitely not with the way your hips rushed forward to meet his.

“D-Damn…{y-y/n}” He moaned against your neck as his hands reached under your arms, hooking around them as he grabbed your shoulders and brought you down harder against him. Your moans were louder now, while he sped up a little more, bringing you down onto him when..

“Johnny!” You screamed as he hit that spot inside you, Dallas had told him about it, said if he found it to make sure he didn’t lose it again, and he was about to make dang sure he didn’t. One of his hands left your shoulder as it grabbed your hip, holding you steady as he thrusted into you, hitting that spot every time.

“S-Shit! Johnny..Ahh! I-I can’t!” You begged as your vision began to blur for the third time tonight, Johnny didn’t mind though, he honestly didn’t know how much longer he could hold his own end at bay. The way you were pulsing around him had him shuddering and yearning to give in to his body’s needs.

“Then don’t” he groaned in your ear as he kissed and nipped along your neck, sucking hard on your soft spot. That was all it took as you released once again, throwing your head back as you screamed his name. He soon followed, your walls clamping around him sending him over his own edge as he called out your name. The room spun for a moment, the air feeling electrified as you tried to catch your breath. Your ears rang and your eyes were hard to open.

“I love you” you heard a breathy voice whisper. You could only smile, your heart now pounding from not only the sex, but from knowing the boy you loved, loved you too.

“I love you too cutie” You smiled up at him before he leaned down and kissed you. He slid out and laid down next to you, holding you in his arms as your breaths evened out.

“I have to ask something” You told him, as he hmmm’d in response.

“How come Dally set this all up?” The room was quiet for a moment, before Johnny spoke again.

“I told him how much I liked you, and how I wanted to…”

“How you wanted to what?” You asked, a playful smirk on your lips

“You know {y/n}” he said blushing as he avoided your gaze. You both had pretty much just had a threesome, and yet he was still so shy to even talk about it. This boy was gonna kill you from cuteness overload.

“Come on Johnnycakes” you smiled, nuzzling into his neck.

“I told him I wanted to make love to you” he stated, you could feel his cheeks heating up as you giggled.

“H-He said he would help me out, set something up…Guide me through it” he added looking away again. You smiled and turned his face to look at you.

“I’ll have to thank him then” You told him smiling as you brought him down for a kiss, that soon got quite heated.

“Hey Johnnycakes” he smiled against his lips

“Ya {nickname}?”

“How about another round?” you asked, his face going red before a smile appeared on his lips, before they captured yours once more…Lets just say that you two didn’t leave Buck’s that night.

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Just an authors not- I found this on fanfiction.net I didn’t write this myself I do write smut though so just send in requests.
I didn’t know wether this is on tumblr or not and thought it was great so I shared it. Credits to the person who wrote this if your on here, hope you don’t mind.

Intervention for Winn

“Okay, okay, yes, Lyra and I were there last night, but her brother’s safe and sound now, so no art thievery, I swear, we just – ”

“Whoa Winn, slow down. I don’t know where you and Lyra were after your Guardian stint last night and I really don’t want to. That’s not why I’m calling.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But I do have donuts for you, if you… I kind of… I need to talk to you… alone… I mean, I’m sorry, you and Lyra probably have plans – ”

“Name the time and place, my favorite pool shark, and I’ll be there.”

“You gotta stop calling me that.”

“You love it.”

“Do we wanna go back to the public undecency you and Lyra apparently got up to last night?”

“Time and place, Maggie. Uh, Detective Sawyer.”

“8 o'clock. The bar okay for you?”

“Only if we can shoot some pool, my favorite… um… girlfriend of Alex’s…”

“Sure, Winn. Sure.”

She hangs up and she glances at Alex and James and Kara.

“Still not sure why you guys wanted me to be the one to call him.”

“You’re new, Maggie. If you say you want to see him without his girlfriend, he’ll come. He likes you and he doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with you.”

“Because he’s scared of me?”

“Yes, babe. You’re terrifying.”

James and Kara snort, and Alex and Maggie glare teasingly.

“You’re sure Brian’s information’s accurate?” Kara asks one more time.

One more time because Winn is happy, and Winn is giddy, and she doesn’t want to take that from him.

Or, worse, have him turn away from all of them because he’s offended by their intervention.

“Winn might be more scared of your sister than he is of me, but I’ve got fear down to Brian’s boots. He might be a little… odd. But his intel’s never failed me before.”

James sighs and rubs his hand over his face.

“It’s not hard to believe, Kara. I mean, I wish it were, but… you should have seen Lyra go after that boy at the liquor store. He was just a kid, you know, and it was like she had no empathy.”

Maggie sighs and Alex twitches. Maggie takes her hand, because she knows that Alex, of all people, understands Lyra’s tendency to go overboard. To cause pain, and to enjoy it. And they’re working on it together. Slowly. Excrutiatingly.

They’re pretty quiet until 8 o'clock rolls around and Winn strolls into the bar.

His brow furrows immediately, and he points to each of his friends in turn.

“Is this an ambush, Sawyer? I thought it was gonna be just you and me, mano a mano, shooting shots and shooting pool and – ”

“Stop talking and sit, Schott,” Alex cuts him off, and Kara leans over to tone Alex down.

He obeys, silently, staring at James.

“What’s this about, man?”

James clears his throat and folds his hands on the table. He adjusts in his seat and he glances at Kara and he looks back at Winn and he takes a deep breath.

“Winn, man, listen. I haven’t felt… I haven’t felt like I’ve had a brother since Clark. But you, Winn? You’re my brother. And I love that you’re happy, and you deserve that, man, you deserve it so much. But Winn, you’re such a nice guy that it… it can be easy for people to take advantage of you.”

“Like Kara. With Mon-el,” Maggie supplies gently, and Kara nods while holding Alex’s hand across the table.

“But we had an intervention for Kara about Mon-el, it… wait…” Winn looks around and almost stands back up, but James takes one shoulder and Maggie takes another, and they gently, very gently, push him back down to sit. “Is this an… intervention? About Lyra? Because I talked to her, James, and I told you, if you don’t want her on team Guardian, she won’t be, I talked to her – ”

“Yeah, and she apparently broke a glass and did a lot of screaming and accusing you of calling her crazy, Winn,” Kara says, her eyes soft, her voice almost softer.

Winn looks at each of them in turn, stammering.

“She’s… she’s passionate, okay? She just wants to help, and she felt like I was calling her crazy and telling her she wasn’t worth it – ”

“But that’s not what you were telling her, man. And even if you were – to break a glass like that? To yell at you like that?”

“Dude, my sister has superpowers. If she broke every glass she came across when she’d be angry, we… Winn, she’s gotta have more control than that. It’s abusive, dude, she can’t – ”

“Oh, right, Alex, and you can talk about control, and abuse, Miss Get Me a Wrench.”

Alex almost stands, the shadows behind her eyes bursting into flame. Kara and Maggie still her with their hands, their whispers, and James stills Winn with his own.

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry, Alex, that was out of line, I didn’t… I’m sorry, I just… got defensive, I… I’m sorry, Alex.”

“You’re not wrong,” she mutters, like she’d rather admit anything else in the world. “But it just makes me get it even more, Winn. It wouldn’t be acceptable if I carried that… rage… into my relationship with Maggie. Hell, it’s apparently not even acceptable when I carry it into the DEO. So dude, I get it. I sympathize with Lyra, I do. But Winn, she can’t treat you like that. She can’t. It’s not okay.”

His eyes bore into Alex’s for a long, long, long moment. Maggie and Kara exchange a tense glance, and James keeps his eyes focused on his brother.

“But I think I might love her.”

Kara stands and crosses to Winn’s side of the table, kneeling next to him and pulling him into a soft hug. “I know. And I’m so sorry, Winn. But that’s the thing. About you. And, I guess, about me. We love so hard and forgive so easily that it’s almost impossible to see when we’re being treated badly. And you don’t deserve it, Winn. You don’t.”

“You’re all not… mad at me?”

“No!”

“Absolutely not!”

“No.”

“Dude, why would we be mad at you?”

“Because I’m stupid, apparently, I’m just… stupid.”

“You’re not. You’re not stupid, Winn. Your kindness is… it’s beautiful, man. But you gotta look out for yourself. And sometimes you forget to, or don’t know you deserve to, so…”

“So you have your family to help get you there.”

“Family, huh, Kara?” he looks down at her, his lips twisting into a soft smile.

“Family,” she confirms, and Winn doesn’t remember ever feeling this loved. This cared for. This… home.

Jealousy

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1282

Warning: Jealous Dean, swearing, fluff

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You, Sam and Dean had just finished a hunt. It had been a pretty simple one, just a routine salt and burn, but you had all decided to go to the bar to celebrate anyway. Any reason to get drunk was fine  with you. 

“Go talk to her, Sammy,” Dean encouraged his younger brother. You had spent the last ten minutes talking about the girl at the bar who had been sending Sam a few flirtatious smiles. Of course, Sam was too much of a pansy to actually go speak to her. 

“Dean, let’s just have a drink,” Sam tried to brush it off, but he wasn’t going to get away with it that easily. 

“C'mon, Sammy, why won’t you go talk to her?” You asked and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” He sighed as he stood up from the table and made his way over to the bar. You and Dean high-fived as you watched him talk to the girl.

“Finally,” You chuckled, “I thought he’d never get some.”

“Come on,” Dean said as he stood up, “Let’s go shoot some pool.”

Dean led you over to the pool table and set it up as you watched Sam flirt with a smirk on your face. Though you knew he was probably really embarrassed that you and Dean were there, he seemed to be doing quite well. In fact, the girl at the bar was practically throwing herself at him.

“You wanna break?” Dean asked, interrupting your thoughts as he handed you a stick.

“Yeah, sure,” You smiled.

Once you and Dean had played a few games, he headed over to the bar to get you both a drink. It was then that a rather attractive stranger approached you from the other side of the room.

“Hey, sugar, you mind if me and my buds play a quick game while you wait for your boyfriend?” He asked as he leaned against the pool table beside you.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend, but sure,” You smiled as you handed him the pool stick. Instead of taking it, he smirked at you.

“Not your boyfriend, huh? Then why don’t you play me. Loser buys the winner a drink,” He leaned a little closer and you smirked up at him.

“Sure, and I’ll have a whisky when I win,” You grinned and he shook his head.

“That’s big talk coming from a little thing like you,” He smirked as he gestured for you to break.

As Dean walked back from the bar with your beers, he saw you playing pool with another guy. He frowned as he watched you giggle and smile flirtatiously at him. If he was being honest, Dean had liked you for a long time, but he didn’t want to risk losing your friendship by admitting his feelings to you. Still, he hated watching you flirt with other guys.

When he saw the guy you were talking to brush the hair out of your face, he lost it. Without even thinking, he stormed over to where you were and shot daggers at the stranger.

“Dean? What’s wrong?” You asked when you saw the hateful look on Dean’s face. He looked at you for a moment, but then his features softened and he didn’t seem angry at all.

“Nothing,” He lied, “You wanna set up another game?”

“She’s busy a second, buddy. Why don’t you wait your turn?” The attractive stranger asked and you watched as Dean sent him the most horrid look. 

“Why don’t you piss off, buddy?” Dean spat as moved so that he was almost completely blocking you from the man.

“Dean…” You tried to calm him by putting your hand on his shoulder, but he simply shrugged you off.

“She says your not her boyfriend, pal, so why don’t you just get out of here?” The man growled as Dean squared up to him. There was a clear size difference between the two, but the flirty stranger didn’t seem to want to back down.

You watched as the anger rose inside of Dean, but you couldn’t quite figure out why. You had flirted with plenty of people in front of him, and he had done the same. Something about this one just seemed to piss his off.

“Dean, let’s just go,” You insisted as you tugged on his arm. He resisted at first, but then followed you as you led him out of the bar.

As you were walking out, you watched as the man you had been flirting with went back to his group.

“I never wanted the little slut anyway,” He remarked and you knew that had done it. Dean turned around again and stalked over to the man with a fury that even frightened you. Before you knew what was going on, Dean’s fist had collided with the man’s face and he had fallen to the ground.

“Dean!” You yelled and you rushed over. With just one punch, Dean broken the guy’s nose. Dean stepped forward to hit his again, but you put yourself between the two, not really wanting anymore trouble.

“Stop!” You yelled as Dean looked at you. He sent one last glare down at the guy before turning around and storming out. You looked down at the guy once more before following your friend out of the bar.

When you got outside, you ran to catch up with Dean. He looked furious and you couldn’t believe how he had reacted in there.

“What was that, Dean?” You asked, sounding a little more angry than you intended.

“He shouldn’t have said that about you, Y/N,” Dean remarked, but it was more than that. Dean was angry before the guy had said anything at all.

“No,” You insisted as you stopped him, “That’s not it. You were angry when you came back from the bar. What’s going on with you?”

“What’s going on with me? You’re the one flirting with scumbags like him,” Dean scoffed and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I get it. You can talk to as many blonde bimbos as you like, but the moment I show interest in a guy it’s wrong? What the hell is your problem, Dean? It’s none of your business who I flirt with, so why are you getting involved?” You yelled.

“Because I like you, okay?” He yelled back at you and a awkward silence fell between the two of you.

“You… what?” You asked, a little confused by what he meant. He liked you?

“I like you and I think you deserve better than some scumbag you picked up in a shitty bar. Jeez, I wasn’t gonna sit back and watch you give it up to some sleazy guy,” Dean frowned as he looked down to his feet.

You stared at him for a moment, not quite sure what to say. You had liked Dean for a long time, but you didn’t want to tell him because you didn’t want it to ruin your relationship. Secretly, it killed you every time you watched him chat up girls at bars. But he had felt the exact same.

“I- I like you too, Dean.” You said after a long pause, breaking the silence. Dean looked up with a shocked expression on his face.

“You do?” He asked and you nodded.

Next thing you knew, Dean was closing the space between the two of you, his lips lightly brushing yours. His kiss was soft and gentle, but so full of desperation, almost as if he thought you would disappear at any moment. You deepened the kiss, your hands lacing into his hair as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

Follow my Lead

A/N: I’m not sure if there will be a part two or not. I have a lot of things on my list to write. If there is it will not appear for a while. Sorry it took so long to get this posted. Sick Parents and no life.

Word Count: 1,243

Request: Maybe a Julian Albert imagine based on the song “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran?

Originally posted by nellaey

We’re going out tonight. Get dressed. I’ll be there in 20.

I rolled my eyes as I stared at the text my friend had just sent. She always wanted to go out. She just dumped her last boyfriend and was on the prowl… again. 

Normally I would have objected; I would have come up with a half-assed excuse to avoid the drunken disaster she would become. But this week had been an utter shit fest. The CEO had come in from New York and was on my back about the new media proposal and my coworkers were less than helpful. Not to mention that Chase, one of the media consultants had been relentlessly asking me for a date; about one step short of sexual harassment. And had he not been a complete arrogant asshole I might have said yes. 

I slipped on my loose spaghetti strap black tank and favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans before throwing my long hair up into messy top-knot bun. Before long Hannah was knocking down my door, “Open up! Come on let’s go!”

I swung the door open and stepped out into the hallway, locking the door behind me, “Hey Hannah. Where are we going? Dom’s or Eclipse?”

“Actually this guy I work with recommended another place. The Lighthouse Tavern. It’s kind of low key compared to our usual places but it should be fun,” she squealed before we scurried downstairs and climbed into a cab.


When she said low key she wasn’t kidding. Hannah usually preferred dance clubs with raging music and sweaty men but this was something else entirely. We walked in and it was extremely chill. There was music playing from a juke box and a couple pool tables in the back as well as darts. Not at all Hannah’s speed, but surprisingly, I was really enjoying the ambiance. 

Hannah leaned over the bar showing herself off to the bartender, “I’ll have a vodka cranberry,” she smiled and played with her hair. The bartender not-so subtly glanced down her shirt before turning to me.

“Gin and Tonic,” I forced a smile then straddled the stool next to Hannah, “So who recommended this place again?” Hannah worked as the assistant to the Captain of the CCPD but from the looks of this place it wasn’t a police bar.

“His last name’s Albert. I don’t know him very well,” she took a sip from her glass, “ He just started at CCPD a few months ago, works in the crime lab.”

I nodded before taking a large swig of my drink, “Want to shoot some pool?” 

“No,” she smiled eyeing a man sitting at the other end of the bar, “I think I’m good,” she grabbed her drink and her clutch, “I’ll catch you later.”

I watched her walk off to the tall, shaggy haired man sitting there with a crooked grin. “Yeah, bye,” I whispered to myself before turning back to my drink, no longer in the mood to shoot pool.

“Excuse me. Sir,” a blonde man leaned against the bar next to me, trying to get the bartender’s attention in that irresistible British accent. “Sir,” he waved at the man who obviously didn’t care about his customers needs. The blonde let out a huff and I stepped in.

“Hey,” I let out a little louder than intended but it clearly pulled the man from his daze, “I’ll have another, and my friend…” I motioned to the stranger who looked a little confused but responded quickly.

“Oh yes, a pint on tap,” he gave a small smile and then joined me sitting on the stool where my friend had just been. He leaned in and gave a heartwarming smile, “Thank you.”

“Oh, not a problem,” I replied casually as the bartender handed both of us our drinks. I ran my finger down the side of the glass, the condensation collecting on my skin.

“I’m Julian,” he held out his hand, a quite formal introduction for where we were. But there was no denying it. He was holy hell attractive. The blonde hair, blue eyes, and that jawline.

“Y/n,” I shook his hand and sipped my drink admiring his name. What was he doing here with me? An extremely attractive man with a British accent chose to spend his evening talking to me. Maybe my week was turning around after all.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he leaned against the bar casually, as if he had used this line hundreds of times.

“Are you a regular?” I brushed my hair from my face and let a small smile play at my lips.

“I wouldn’t say regular, on occasion,” he took a drink, his glass hiding his face.

“My friend suggested it,” I also took another drink hoping that my night would continue to turn out better than expected.

“You must thank your friend for me.” I felt myself blush and tried to hide the redness that was obviously flooding my cheeks, “Would you like to dance, Y/n?” he offered his hand and with a smile I accepted.

He popped a few quarters in the jukebox and selected a song. The music began to ring through the air. 

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

Ed Sheeran’s new song about two strangers meeting in a bar… well it sure was accurate. Julian had his arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. His eyes were blown wide with lust. There was no denying the attraction between us.

You come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop
Put Van The Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance
And now I’m singing like

I ran my fingers up around his neck and began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. I bit my lip thinking about where this might lead.

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

His right hand cupped my cheek and he brushed my lips with his thumb, his eyes burning into me. I licked my lips and he leaned in closer. My breath hitched as his lips grazed mine.

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

His lips were soft, warm. His lips moved expertly against my own. We worked together in perfect synchrony. He pulled back slightly and intertwined his fingers with my own, “You want to get out of here?” a shy smile played at his slightly swollen lips.

Resisting the urge to yell hell yes, I whispered, “Yes.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and began to guide me from the bar, the song still playing in the background.

And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body

Ever so accurate.


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New Wincest Fic: Bucket List

Written for @ilostmyshoe-79​‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge

Prompt: Boisterous

Pairing: Wincest

Rating: T

Summary: Dean’s working through his bucket list, and Sam hates it

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There’s 73 days left until Sam’s world ends.

73 days to salvage something from the clusterfuck of Dean’s deal, before hellhounds drag his brother down below.

73 days until Dean dies, and Dean is the life of the party.

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Not Kidding

Pairing: jealous!Lucifer x Reader, Winchesters x Sister!reader
Word count: 1,058
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut
Request: Anonymous. I was just wondering if you could do a jealous!Lucifer x reader fic where Sam and Dean are the reader’s overprotective brothers.


Laying on Lucifer, you smiled up at him. Your legs were between his, your arms folded under your chin on his stomach. His fingers moved through your hair lovingly, trailing down over your jaw now and then. Moving up, you straddled him, your arms holding yourself up. The tip of his nose nudged yours, his lips turning up into a smile. Lucifer pulled you down into a deep kiss, your naked chest against his. You whimpered into the kiss, causing him to chuckle. He knew exactly what he did to you.

Just as you were about to roll so that he was on top of you, you heard footsteps in the hall. Sitting up, your head whipped towards the door. Your eyes looked at Lucifer. He simply put his fingers to his lips before snapping away, leaving you naked in a tangled mess of sheets.

Your door opened and Dean peeked in, his eyes going wide. You were sitting in the middle of the bed, holding the sheet to your chest, your hair giving you away. Your cheeks turned bright pink. “Hi, Dean.” You managed.

His jaw clenched. “We’re home.” He ground out. “Downstairs, now.” Dean told you before shutting the door and storming down to the war room.

“Fuck.” You sighed.

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I imagine in The Fakes, everyone takes the piss out of Jack. It started when she was a membera of the Cockbites, and Geoff and Gus continuously pushed her to see how far they could get before she’d leave the room. It’s continued, and she just takes it, because these are her boys and it’s honestly in good fun. So she allows it.

Like the one time where she grabbed a random flare gun out of the apartment and didn’t realize that it was Geoff’s new one. The moment she turned on her headset, all she hears us “Jack is a fat cunt”. Its all spirals downhill from there, her finally returning the custom made gun.

But God help anyone outside of the crew who mocks Jack.

Her and Michael are out on a shopping trip and on the way to the car, three gang members walk past. One of them bumps her, and she’s polite about it, but he retaliates with “Watch where you’re going, you dumb bitch.”

His buddies don’t even get a chance to laugh before Michael is on top of the guy, slamming his head into the concrete.

A rival crew gets super lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) and pick up Jack and Ryan. They’re interrogating them, and Ryan’s being his creepy fucking self, laughing and giggling while the guys electrocuting him. Jacks being stoic as fuck, eyes straight ahead, fists clenched, no noise escaping her as they slice designs in her arms. Finally, in frustration, one of them screams at her, calling her an “ugly whore.”

There is no more laughter from Ryan. Now it’s a steady stream of threats, descriptions of how they’re all going to die. Each one is more descriptive and terrifying than the last, and it’s enough of a distraction for Jack to slip her bloody wrists out of her bounds. She stabs one guy and knocks the other down, giving her enough time to free Ryan.

What happened next was, well, just say that Ryan fulfilled his threats.

Geoff sends Jack to make a deal with some gunrunners. She goes, Gavin in her ear and Ryan outside as backup. During the deal, it obvious that they don’t respect her, even going as far as saying “Go back to the kitchen bitch, and tell your boss to send a man to this deal.” Jack is unfailingly polite about it, mainly because she knows that they made the mistake of being loud enough for Gavin to hear it over the com.

He ruins them, hacking into the bank and stealing every penny from them. He also drops a hint to the FBI regarding when they’re were planning on leaving the country. He also found the weapons stashes and sent Ryan, Jeremy, and Michael to pick them up.

But the best one was Geoff. It was after a heist, and the two of them were hanging in a bar, drinking and shooting some pool, enjoying the after heist high. Some asshole bigger than Ryan decided to get handsy with Jack and when she shoved him away, he proceeded to insult her looks and attitude. He almost got to finish his spiel, except for the fact that Geoff pulled out the pistol from his pocket, pressed it to the guys temple and pulled the trigger. No hesitation, no remorse, no warning. Just cutting off the word cunt with a click and a boom.

Needless to say, they were never welcomed back in that bar. But the message was pretty clear.

You didn’t insult the Fakes second in Command

Flower Hill Villas (Montego Bay, Jamaica) :: This elegant retreat nestled in the prestigious Spring Farm gated community is the ideal setting for a large gathering. At 18,000 square feet it perfectly accommodates five couples, with additional bedding available for groups of up to 17 guests.

Once you drive in through the palm tree-lined entrance, step inside this Montego Bay villa and be prepared for pampering… Spend the day wandering the nearby white sand beach at the Half Moon Resort, lounging under the sun next to your private infinity pool or walking amongst the flowers on the villa’s 4.5 acres of lush green space.

After hours make it a night to remember by taking advantage of one of the villa’s three bars, shooting some pool or soaking in the jetted hot tub under the stars.

Professor’s First Kiss

Summary: While reader is out to dinner with Chuck, Professor John makes a surprise appearance. This was not how you thought your night would go.
Characters: Professor John Winchester & Female Reader
Word Count: Just shy of 1,200
Warnings:  Slight language, alcohol consumption, kissing (but seriously, does that really need a warning?).
Author’s Note: Part 2 of my Professor John series. GIF not mine (x) @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @hidingfrommychildren @balthazars-muse @mrs-squirrel-chester @aprofoundbondwithdean @mrswhozeewhatsis @iowarose

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Title: Raincheck
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 1,180
Characters: John Allerdyce x Reader, Bobby Drake, Jean Grey, Charles Xavier
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Family issues, making out
Notes: Request from anon for “The reader is really sad (crying, won’t leave the room) because its her little sister’s birthday and she can’t go home because her parents basically ran her out of the house. John does his best to comfort her because his family wasn’t exactly great to him either.”

Originally posted by pleasingpics

       “Where’s Y/N?”
       That had become a question frequently asked by John Allerdyce – much to the surprise of everyone around him. He typically didn’t care much about anyone, but the pretty young woman, with bright smiles and kind eyes, had grown on him. He always made sure that someone invited her when they were going out, always eager to spend time with her.
       “We asked her to come, but she said she wasn’t feeling up to it,” Bobby replied, shrugging. “C’mon, let’s go. We don’t want to miss the movie.”
       “You guys go on, I’m gonna go see if she’s alright,” John stated, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Bobby and Rogue both raised a questioning eyebrow, but said nothing as he walked off in the direction of Y/N’s room.
       John rapped on her bedroom door with his knuckles. After waiting a few minutes and receiving no response, he did it again, calling out “Y/N, it’s me, open up.”
       “What do you want?”
       Her tone surprised him. She was always incredibly nice to him, but she had said that with an uncharacteristically hateful tone. His brows furrowed together out of concern and confusion.
       “What’s wrong? How come you don’t wanna go out with us?”
       “I just don’t, alright? If that’s all you came here to ask, you have your answer, so please go away.”
       “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.”
       There were a few moments of silence, before the door flung open to reveal a very annoyed-looking Y/N. John immediately noticed that her eyes were red and a bit puffy.
       “What’s wrong?” he repeated, his voice much softer than before. She opened her mouth to give a reply, still looking irked – then her face scrunched up and she started crying again. John froze for a moment, being that he had absolutely no experience with crying girls. If it had been anyone else, he would have left right then, but his feelings for this particular crying girl compelled him to pull her into a hug. Her arms wrapped around his torso, and he could feel her tears beginning to soak into his shirt. John led her back into her room, kicking the door closed behind him. He noticed that there were a few envelopes and a medium-sized box on her bed, all with a big, bright red “RETURN TO SENDER” on them. He carefully laid down, so as not to damage any of the items, and she laid next to him, still clutching him tightly and crying.
       After about fifteen minutes of Y/N sobbing, while John slowly rubbed his hand up and down her back, she calmed down. Her breathing became more even, and her tears stopped.
       “I’m sorry.”
       “What the hell are you apologizing for?” John asked with a small chuckle.
       “For crying like an idiot in front of you, and ruining your shirt.”
       “Well, I know how it feels to have shitty parents. And you didn’t ‘cry like an idiot.’ Even if you did, I wouldn’t care. Also, I stole this shirt from Bobby, so I don’t give a shit about that either,” John replied, smiling down at her, although her face was still buried in his chest. “Wanna tell me why you were crying?”
       “It’s my little sister’s thirteenth birthday today. It’s our first year apart since my parents found out about my mutation and kicked me out. I knew they wouldn’t let me come see her, but I thought they’d at least let me send her stuff….”
       That explains the envelopes and the box… John thought to himself. He was equally angry and sad, a feeling that he wasn’t used to. Angry because of her asshole parents, and sad because he hated seeing her upset like this.
       “We could see if Professor Grey or Professor Xavier could get a message to her when they’re done teaching their classes; let her know you’re thinking of her,” John suggested. Y/N looked up at him and smiled.
       “That’s a really good idea. Thank you.”
       “Anytime, gorgeous,” he said, smiling back, before standing and pulling her up with him. “Now, let’s go shoot some pool. Me kicking your ass should take your mind off of things.”
       “Me kicking your ass definitely will,” she retorted, then followed him to the rec room. They were only there for a half hour, then they heard Professor Xavier’s voice in their minds.
       “Y/N, John, we need you in my office – immediately.
       They shot each other wary glances, before taking off in the direction of his office, unsure of the severity of the situation. Professor Grey opened the door for them before they had a chance to knock, and she wore a smile.
       “Someone’s very eager to see you, Y/N.”
       She stared at the professor with a confused expression, then her gaze found the young girl in the room. The girl wasted no time in running full-speed at Y/N, screaming “Sissy!” Y/N enveloped the girl in a bear hug, and John could see tears forming in her eyes.
       “Her sister’s powers manifested today, so their parents kicked her out. They packed all of her things, then put her in a cab directly to here,” Professor Grey whispered to John. He nodded, watching the scene before him with a small smile on his lips. He left quietly, knowing they needed some quality time together.
       After Y/N’s little sister had been enrolled and she was settled into her new room, Y/N found John again, playing a game of pool by himself. He was about to give her his usual “What’s up?” when her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, causing him to freeze. He awkwardly wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
       “Thank you,” she murmured into his chest.
       “For what?”
       “For being so nice to me. You were the only one who actually gave a shit that I was upset today, and you did what you could to help. So, thank you.”
       “Like I said: anything for you, gorgeous.”
       She put her hands on his shoulders and stood on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, at the same time John turned his head. Their lips met, and they both froze. But neither moved away.
       In fact, John’s other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the previously-maladroit kiss. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck, and one hand eventually drifted into his hair. When his fingers dug into her hip, she tugged lightly on his hair, earning a low groan from him. Then, very abruptly, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, both of them breathing heavily.
       “If I don’t stop myself now, I’m going to start ripping your clothes off. But I promised my little sister that we would go get pizza and go bowling,” Y/N explained, grinning. “Care to join us?”
       “Sure,” John replied, then a suggestive smirk formed on his lips. “But only if we can raincheck you ripping my clothes off.”
       “Deal.”


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The Hustle, part one

A John Winchester one shot written for @faith-in-dean‘s April writing challenge.

Prompt: “Two can play this game.”

John x reader

Words: 2192

Part two

Warnings: Smut, slightly kinky smut, control!kink, unprotected sex (stay safe irl), some cursing, intimidating sexy John.

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Serving up the last of the night’s drinks at your father’s roadhouse you watched what would be the last game of pool of the night go down. You knew he would win, he always did. Every time John Winchester walked in you knew he would leave with a pile of cash he had hustled from the other patrons. It was one of those hot and sticky summer evenings, so naturally there had been a lot of ice cold beer to tap, you’d been keeping busy most of the night, walking around in your sneakers, shorts and white t-shirt serving drinks. It was just too damn hot to care about the hunters and drunks looking you over. And truth was; there was one set of eyes you didn’t mind at all.


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21st Birthday

Word Count: 1057

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Drinking, language

A/N: Part 13 of the backstory for the series rewrite. Reading Part 1 of the Pilot is recommended but not entirely necessary. Reader is 21. Dean is 25. 

Written for @teamfreewill-imagine ‘s 20th birthday challenge. The song I was given was “Hollywood Nights” by Bob Seger. I had such a problem with this and this is what came out of it. Thanks to everyone who tried to help. 

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This was probably a bad idea, but you honestly didn’t care. It was your 21st birthday and nobody was around to celebrate it with you. Bobby was off on some hunt, Sam was at Stanford, and Dean was probably out prowling for some random barfly in some city far away. It was Valentine’s Day after all. Dean’s favorite holiday. He sounded super thrilled about it when he’d called in the morning to tell you happy birthday. He asked what you were up to and you told him nothing, not wanting the hypocritical lecture about screwing random dudes in bars.

You dressed in tight jeans and a tank top. Simple. Not to revealing, but revealing enough. Taking one last look in the mirror you gave yourself a nod of approval and ran out to your car, driving to the closest bar you could find.

You’d been sitting there for less than an hour when a guy caught your attention, sitting next to you and buying you a drink. He had piercing green eyes and dark black hair. Tall and muscular. Definitely worth the one night stand. “So you’re all alone on Valentine’s day?”

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Friends (Part 3)

Chris Motionless x reader

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, minor affections

 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,  Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10, Part 11)


You slam your shot down onto the bar with a victorious grin, Ryan slamming his down seconds too late.

“You lose!” You crow, laughing at his disappointed expression. “Five bucks, hand it over!”

You’d gotten quite a tolerance for alcohol in the past couple months, you weren’t quite as much of a lightweight as before, which all the guys were learning the hard way.

Ryan grumbles as he peels the five out of his wallet, reluctantly handing it over to you. You immediately turn to the bartender, waving it at him as you order another drink.

You had a nice buzz going.

You weren’t over the top drunk, yet, but you were definitely heading that way.

Which is exactly what you wanted.

After the episode a few hours earlier with your ex, you wanted to get so plastered the guys had to haul you back over their shoulders; normally, that would have mortified you, but that the moment, that was sort of your goal.

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American Money

Requested by @bucky-slut

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a Bucky fic based on American Money by BORNS?

Bucky x Reader. SO MUCH FLUFF. Word count: 2.4k

TW: reference to a bad break-up

You can listen to the song here 

A/N: This was my first time writing a fic based off of a song, so forgive me if it’s a little rough! I tried making it kind of like the story is about the reader, but the song is about how Bucky sees her. Also, I hadn’t heard this song before, but I really like it, so thanks for the recommendation! Hope you like the fic, and thanks for the request!


Your first day in the Avengers compound felt more like hitting rock bottom than like moving into what was essentially the most exclusive apartment building on earth. Sure, it had a pool, gym, screening rooms—all kinds of fancy things that you’d be sharing with Earth’s mightiest heroes, but to you it felt more like a last resort than an upgrade.

You weren’t an Avenger, or even a SHIELD agent. You were a public relations representative. You had worked for Tony Stark for years, trying to make his erratic behavior look good in the public eye, and then moved on to work for Pepper after she took over Stark Industries. In those years, you had become good friends with Tony, so much so that he was almost like a father to you. In a way, he was like the only family you had, and you were beyond appreciative when he offered you a room in the compound when you could no longer stay at your apartment.

You had met most of the team before when you were working to defend their actions in Sokovia after the incident with Ultron. However, when you walked into the lounge with your suitcase and saw everyone sitting around waiting for your arrival, you became really overwhelmed and started crying. Tony immediately ushered you off to your room so you could unpack and have some time alone to settle down.

Through tears, you threw your clothes into dresser drawers and hung up the nicer things in the closet. You set your laptop on the desk and set your makeup bag and jewelry box on the bathroom counter. You didn’t bring any knickknacks with you, but you pulled three books out of your suitcase and set them on the nightstand, and with that you had unpacked all of your things. You left most of your stuff behind, wanting a fresh start.

You sat down on the window seat and opened up your favorite book, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t focus on it, and just sat there staring blankly at the pages. This went on for an hour or so until you heard a faint knock at the door.

“Y/N? I just wanted to stop by and make sure you’re okay. Is it okay if I come in?”

You recognized the voice, even though it was one that you had only heard a few times. It was Bucky Barnes. You were a little surprised he was the first one to show up, rather than Tony or Steve, especially since Bucky tended to be a little more on the quiet side.

“Yeah Bucky, you can come in. The door’s unlocked.”

He walked into the room, closing the door behind him. You motioned toward the swivel chair at the desk, set your book back down on the nightstand, and turned to face Bucky as he sat down in the chair.

“So, do you wanna talk about it?” he asked with concern.

“Not much to talk about really. I got sick of my now ex-boyfriend treating me like shit, so I left. I didn’t have any place to go, so Tony said I could stay here. Kinda makes sense anyway, since I pretty much work for all of you. Sorry I broke down out there—the last few hours have just gone by really fast and I hadn’t really had time to process it until now, but I’m okay,” you explained. You weren’t sure why, but Bucky was really easy to talk to. Maybe he was just a good listener, or maybe there was something deeper going on, but you decided to put that thought in the back of your mind since you just broke up with your boyfriend eight hours ago. Either way, it felt really reassuring that you had someone there for you.


I was there when you fell from the clouds
And landed in the desert
There was a thunder inside of my heart
There was a wonderful pleasure

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Erm, not that your ex was treating you badly, but that you’re okay. Hey, so umm, I was thinking about going downstairs to shoot some pool. Wanna join me?” asked Bucky.

“Thanks, but I was just gonna go hop in the shower. I’m no good at pool anyway. Oh, damn it!!” you replied. Bucky gave you a look of confusion as you gritted your teeth and looked down at your lap.

“I didn’t bring any of my shower stuff. No shampoo or anything. I guess I’ll ask Nat if I can borrow some until I can get to the store. I don’t have a car—I usually took the bus everywhere when I lived in the city,” you explained.

“I can give you a ride. I don’t have a car either, but I have a motorcycle down in the garage. The fresh air would be nice anyway. So, how about it?” You were surprised at Bucky’s generosity and kindness. After all, you’d only talked to him a handful of times.

“That would be great! Thank you so much! I’ve just gotta grab my purse and we can go.” You grabbed your bag off of the floor and followed Bucky down to the garage. He handed you a helmet and you hopped onto the back of the bike. Bucky reached behind him and grabbed your hands, and then proceeded to wrap them tight around his waist.

“So you don’t fall off, Doll,” he said with a small smile playing on this lips.

The ride to the store was relatively short, and Bucky was patient as you picked out your shower items. You didn’t want to get too much stuff since you would have to stuff it all in your purse for the ride back to the Avengers compound, so it was a quick trip. When you got back out to the parking lot, Bucky paused before starting up the motorcycle again.

“Wanna take the scenic route back? It’s longer, but the view is nicer,” he asked you.

“I’d like that a lot,” you replied. You were surprised at how much you were enjoying your time with Bucky. For some reason, with him around it was really easy to forget about all of the drama that happened with your ex. You got back on the motorcycle and wrapped your arms tight around Bucky. Even through his jacket, you could feel how muscular he was, and couldn’t help but smile.

The ride back to the compound was beautiful. There were tall trees and fields of wildflowers that made the air smell heavenly as you sped down the country roads. In those moments, everything felt right, and good. You would’ve never dreamed that you’d be so happy so shortly after breaking up with your ex, but you couldn’t help but think of that old adage your mom used to say: “When God closes a door, He opens a window.” Maybe Bucky was your window. Assuming he wouldn’t be able to hear you, you began singing a little song to yourself. It wasn’t until much later that you found out the helmets had coms in them and Bucky could hear every note, but he kept his mouth shut because he liked the way you sang.


And like a stallion racing the rain
You rode on the back of my bike
I knew from the song that you sang
That you were my lover for life


Over the next few months, your friendship with Bucky grew strong. The two of you were closer than any other members of the team, and everyone else definitely noticed. You were best friends, but the tension between you two was so thick you could cut it with a knife. For a while towards the beginning of your friendship, you tried to ignore your feelings for him, assuming they were just rebound feelings after your break-up, but you were starting to realize that this was the real deal, and you were falling in love with him. You didn’t say anything for fear of ruining your friendship if the feeling wasn’t mutual.

One night, you and Bucky were sitting on the couch together watching a movie in the lounge. It was some 80s rom-com you’d watched a million times, but Bucky hadn’t seen it so you chose it anyway. You were a little drowsy, but didn’t realize how tired you really were until you woke up, finding yourself nuzzled into Bucky’s chest.

“Oh damn! I fell asleep. How long has the movie been over? I hope you weren’t sitting out here just for my sake,” you said, feeling a little embarrassed as you sat up.

“Eh, it’s been over for a while, but I didn’t want to wake you. You look really peaceful when you sleep, and I’m not gonna lie—it was kinda nice having you here, asleep in my arms,” he replied.

“Wait, Buck—is this conversation going where I think it’s going?” Bucky reached down and took your hand in his, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“I like you, Y/N, and I think maybe you like me too. Am I right on this one, or way off-base?” You leaned forward and planted a quick but loving kiss on his lips.

“I like you too, Bucky,” you said with a smile.


Oh, there’s no time to sleep
Oh, living in a dream


You and Bucky couldn’t keep your relationship a secret for long, and once word got out to the team that the two of you had gone from “just friends” to an actual couple you got nothing but cheeky smiles and silly winks from everyone for weeks. You didn’t care though—you had never been so happy in your entire life. One of Bucky’s favorite things was when you read to him—he was still trying to catch up on everything he missed while he was working for Hydra, and you loved sharing your favorite books with him. One sunny Saturday afternoon, the two of you were sitting under your favorite tree and you were reading him “A Moveable Feast” by Hemingway, when you noticed that he was clearly not paying attention to what you were saying, but instead he was staring at your face, smiling.

“Buck, if you don’t like this book we can read a different one. Also, why are you staring at me? I highly doubt my face is that interesting,”

“I’m not staring, I’m gazing—that’s how you look at beautiful things, you gaze. And I can’t help it—this light brings out the green in your eyes so much. It’s the prettiest green I’ve ever seen. Actually, I think it’s the prettiest color I’ve ever seen. Come here,” he said as he wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss.


So take me to the paradise
In your eyes
Green like American money
You taste just right
Sweet like Tennessee honey


You stood up and took Bucky’s hand, encouraging him to stand up and follow you as you began walking further into the woods.

“Where are we going, Doll?” he asked with a little concern in his voice.

“It looks like it’s gonna rain, so we have to go,” you replied with a sneaky smile playing on your lips.

“Doesn’t that mean we should go back?”

“No! It means we have to enjoy this last bit of sunlight while we’ve got it, and I know the perfect spot!” you said with enthusiasm as you began running, dragging Bucky along by the hand. The excitement in your eyes made him smile big and bright.


And we can run away
Swimming in the sunlight everyday
Paradise in your eyes
Green like American money


You led Bucky to a clearing in the trees, where the sun shined as if it was burning just for you. Purple wildflowers lined the ground, making the air smell divine. You turned around and draped your arms around the back of Bucky’s neck, and got up on your tiptoes to place a gentle peck on his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“This is my favorite place, you know,” you whispered, even though you knew nobody was around to hear you.

“Yeah, this spot is nice. The flowers are pretty,” he responded with a small smile.

“No, not this place,” you began, motioning to the clearing around you, “this place, in your arms,” you said as you inched closer to him. He leaned his face in and rested his forehead on yours. Right at that moment, the rain starting pouring down. Rather than run to the shelter of a tree, or back to the compound, Bucky kissed you. This was no peck on the lips, or even a passionate smooch—this was the kind of kiss that truly makes you weak in the knees. You had never experienced anything like it. You were cold from the rain, but also warm from the feelings surging through your entire body. You slowly realized that the reason this kiss felt so different than all of the others was because this was legitimately out of love.


So we took to the calico road
Running from the weather
There was a highway inside of her eyes
There was a buried treasure


When you finally broke apart for air, you couldn’t help but smile when you saw the look in his perfect blue eyes. Bucky placed his hands on your shoulders and ran them down the sides of your arms until he reached your hands, which he then held in his own.

“Y/N, I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart, and I will until my dying day,” he said with a genuine look in his eyes. You started to tear up at the sentiment, praying the rain would mask your tears.

“I love you too Bucky,” you replied as you squeezed his hands tighter. He planted a quick kiss on your lips, and noticed you were starting to shiver from the cold.

“Doll, we’d better get back. You’re gonna freeze out here in the rain,” you nodded, and the two of you started walking back toward the compound, hand in freezing hand.


And we got caught in the storm
You started flying a kite
At the end was the key to my heart
You were my lover for life


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The Hustle, part two

Part one

John x reader

Words: 2730

Warnings: smut, sorta kinky, unprotected sex (stay safe), control!kink.

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Lately it felt like your life was on hold. Summer had turned to fall, and you were standing still. Stuck in a roadhouse in the middle of nowhere, dreaming of escape. You wanted out, didn’t want your life to be what it most likely would; you taking over the roadhouse when your dad got too old, maybe getting married to a boy from town, living and dying by the tap. You craved excitement and adventure, the closest you’d gotten was your one night escapade with John Winchester, but he hadn’t been back. You’d worked hard on pushing the man out of your mind, but it had proven a hard task even as the days turned into weeks and months. A glance over at the pool table had you vividly remembering your failed attempt at hustling him, and the antics that followed.

“Hey!” Your dad pulled you out of your train of thought, blushing you met his eyes, “Lots of people are waiting to get served, honey. Get moving, please.”

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