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I haven’t even begun to write it yet. I’m hoping to make a start on it either tonight or tomorrow. I’m sorry. I’m currently going through a break up, so haven’t had much down time lately. I’ll get on it as soon as possibly though. ~Emily ❤
It will happen soon, I promise.
A/N: This could be a multi parter…what do you guys think? Gifs not mine
Pairings: John Winchester x Reader
John Forever Tags: @brooklyn-writes-flangst @the-waywarddaughter @supernaturalymarvel @crzcorgi @spnfanficpond
Warnings: Mentioned violence, blood, crying, hospitals? swearing
Word Count: 1415
Summary: Except this time felt different, John felt different; it was like he was trying to distance himself, wedge something between us instead of letting it go.
The sparse streetlights illuminated the truck cab every few metres, the rain glistening on the frosted glass; for once it was completely silent, no radio, no talking. I chanced a look towards him, noting the way that his jaw was set tight and his hands were gripping the steering wheel as though it was the only thing tethering him to reality; I decided against saying anything. Turning back to look out the window I rested my head against the door, my breath steaming from my lips; a soft sigh escaping; despite the fact that it was close to freezing outside I felt flushed, my blood racing through my veins with anxious anticipation.
Summary: Things had changed since the last time the boys had been to Harvelle’s Roadhouse. All three Winchester men were surprised when they saw what Ellen had done with the place, and saw noticed the new addition to the furnishings. John, Dean, and Sam were in for a very different, very intimate pit stop.
Warnings: swearing, teasing, foot play, toe sucking, dom!reader, sub!reader, dom!sam, sub!sam, dirty talk, smut, masturabtion, fingering…. I think thats it….
Pairings: Sam x reader
Characters: Sam, Reader, Benny, Dean (mentioned)
Word count: 1780
Sam shifted nervously outside what looked like a dressing room. He overheard Benny speaking to whom he could only assume was the girl from the stage. After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open, but all Sam could see was the back of Benny’s head. “I’ll be right outside if you need me, Miss.” He turned, holding the door open for Sam, and nudged him inside.
The second part is here!!!
#me
OMG GUYS I JUST REACHED 22K THANK YOU SO MUCH 🙌
#i feel #so weird #they were strangers here guys #they had no idea who the other was they were two random guys #filming the first episode of some show #god
complete strangers and then 3 episodes in we get this
I have no excuse for this, I just wanted to put Dean in pink shorts.
Ruth Connell, when asked what she would steal from the Supernatural set. Seattle Con 2016 (via ravendawns)
It’s been re-written, and I’m about to type it up on the laptop. I don’t know whether or not to post it straight away though. I’m thinking maybe leaving it til tomorrow? Or Sunday? I don’t know. Argh! I like it though. It’s my first piece of smutty writing, and it’s actually okay. I feel it could be better though, but I guess that’s just something that will improve in time.
Summary: Things had changed since the last time the boys had been to Harvelle’s Roadhouse. All three Winchester men were surprised when they saw what Ellen had done with the place, and saw noticed the new addition to the furnishings. John, Dean, and Sam were in for a very different, very intimate pit stop.
Warnings: A couple of swears maybe, pole dancing, drinking
Pairings: None – in this part
Characters: John, Dean, Sam, Reader, Ellen, Benny, Ash, Bobby (mentioned)
Word count: 776
“Ah, the ol’ roadhouse. Feels good to be back, eh lads?” John sighed a rare smile stretching across his face. He grunted as he opened the door of the Impala, turning in his seat to stretch his legs before standing. “I love this car, but I can’t wait to get my bloody truck back.” John’s truck was currently incapacitated in Bobby’s yard. The old man said he would have it up and running in a few days. That was now 5 weeks ago.
Sam and Dean practically ran ahead of their father towards the run down building. It had been a fair few years since the Winchesters had been here, and from the looks of the outside, and the lack of cars in the lot, things hadn’t changed at all.
John finally barged through the front door, mumbling under his breath. After only a few steps, he walked straight into his sons. He looked at them confused; their mouths wide open, their jaws metaphorically on the floor.
The old hunter noticed a flash of light out of the corner of his eye, and thats when we saw what his boys were mesmerised by.
Apparently, Ellen Harvelle had built a stage in the corner of the dingy watering hole. Upon that stage, was a pole; and upon that pole, was you. You weren’t exactly leaving much to the imagination with what you were wearing – a black latex bra and hot pants, and 7inch heels – but it was enough to make everyone want more.
So much more.
Your long (Y/C/H) followed you around the pole, draping over your shoulders as your hold your position. Holding yourself in a “Superman” pose; left had behind you as you “lay” on your front. Your right are is stretched out in front of you, your legs perfectly straight and rigid the other side of the pole. The finish was going to be something they wouldn’t forget, you had skill, and everyone was sat on the edge of their seats, barely breathing, as they waited for you to make your move.
John could see the muscles in your left arm twitching, and a lump formed in his throat.
You let go and roll forwards, tucking your head to your chest, quickly finding the pole again with both hands, then swing both your legs over your head. Sam looked away, a worried expression creeping over his face. He eventually turned back in your direction, watching you intently as you slowly roll ourself onto the floor. The muscles in your abdomen flexing under the pressure.
The music died, and then so did the light. It was going to take a lot of whiskey for John and the boys to get their heads around what they just saw.
“All right there fellas?” a chuckle came from behind them, and that’s when they laid eyes on Ellen for the first time that night. Dean cleared his through, and parted his lips ready to speak, but Ellen pressed her index finger to his lips and shushed him. “Don’t even ask, Ash said we needed to ‘spice the place up’ and this is what he came up with.” She rolled her eyes and looked over at Ash, in his usual spot – curled up on the pool table. “Come, lets drink.”
“Someone please say something.” Sam whispered after taking a swig of his beer. John cleared his throat and straightened his back, “well that was definitely unexpected.” He glanced over at Ellen behind the bar and raised his glass. She swayed over to John, Dean and Sam and told them that she had a surprise for them. They all looked at each other completely baffled.
Fifteen minutes passed before Ellen returned, and she wasn’t alone. The man accompanying her was at least six feet tall and built like a brick shit house. “Guys, this is Benny, he’s (Y/N)’s bodyguard.” They all turned and nodded in acknowledgement. “Sam, you’re first.” Ellen beamed at him. Sam spat out his mouthful of drink. “Excuse me?!” “(Y/N) wants to see you.” Benny said in his gruff southern accent. Sam looked around unsure of what to do, noticing the look of pure jealously in his brother’s eyes. His dad gave a low throaty chortle and smacked Sam on the back, “Go on then!” John shouted at him, “its rude to keep a lady waiting.” Sam lifted himself onto shaky legs and chugged the rest of his beer.
Benny nodded at Sam, then turned and walked away. Both Dean and John pushed poor Sammy towards Benny then turned to each other, clinked their glasses and fell into a quiet conversation.
Its finally here! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
http://wotwd.tumblr.com/
So its taken me a while to finally figure out what I'm to do with this story, and seeing as I'm only half way through and about 6000 words in, I decided it would work best as a sort of mini series. Currently I'm editing and just generally making it more readable, as I feel like I kind of just rambled on a lot of the time. So yeah, within the next couple of hours, you'll have the first installment of "Sex On Legs"; partly inspired by one of my favourite songs : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hp6yhRPxYi8
Though my soul may set in darkness
It will rise in perfect light
“I’m not Mr. debonair suave. I’m just a regular boy who goofs around, pulls pranks, and makes jokes. That doesn’t sound very hot to me.” -Jensen Ackles
And that, sweet Jensen, is exactly what makes you so damn hot.
💖💖💖 #jeffreydeanmorgan #jdm #johnwinchester #supernatural
Ladies and gentlemen, Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
