#why does the wifi suddenly extend across the road now

[brain-empty]

im outside and slurping off the school wifi lol

[thatlittlered]

Burning Desire | Duo

Summary: A late night at some trashy bar gets John a whole lot more than he bargained for but he’ll have to put on a fight just to keep it.

Read Part One.

His hands are gripping the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. Your skirt is riding up from where you sit on the passenger’s seat but you’re too busy gazing outside the window to notice.

He wishes you would say something, anything to relieve him from this torture. Anything to make him forget about the fact that what he wants lies only inches away from his reach. All he has to do is spread his arm and...

“This is a nice ride you have.”

Good God, you’re killing him with that smile.

“Oldie but goodie, huh?” he catches you winking and bites down a sigh.

You’re enjoying this.

He grunts a ‘thank you’ or at least he thinks he does before his eyes are back on the road in hopes of not killing you both today.

“You get in cars with strangers often?”

He’s not quite sure what came over him, but the need to ask was almost as big as the need to touch you right now.

You smile again, extending your hand for him to take and he quickly picks up on your offer. John’s palm envelopes yours, large and warm and sweaty enough to make you realize the effect you have on him. Your smile widens.

“The name is Y/N.”

His response comes with a clearing of his throat as if to ground himself in the moment, “John.”

You settle back on the seat with a grin on your face.

“See? No such thing as strangers anymore.”

He laughs, as to why he’s not so sure. Maybe it’s your attitude or maybe self-pity once he realizes how deep in the shit he really is. You overwhelm him.

It’s five am and no diner’s serving breakfast, of course. You settle for burgers and he thinks that’s good enough as long as you’re sitting right across him in the small faux leather-clad booth.

The food arrives in little time, filling both of your senses with the scent. John’s eyes never leave you but you seem entirely invested in the little basket that’s placed in front of you.

You feel his stare and decide to have your fun with him.

Your leg grazes against his, softly at first; barely there. Yet he feels it. It’s like electricity rushing through his body and his onyx eyes twitch.

You can’t help but smile in triumph.

“Split the fries?”

He nods and you quickly grab one to place in his mouth, lightly grazing his facial hair before moving your hand away. He happily munches on them and you take the opportunity to stuff one into your own mouth, only halfway in.

John’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and he gapes at the expectant look you’re giving him, the way your lips pout for him to understand. Then your face inches closer to his and the message is clear.

Split them.

He groans and glares at the look you’re giving him; wide eyes and pouty lips driving him mad. “You’re impossible…”

His teeth sink into the soft flesh of the fry, merely inches away from your mouth and he quickly moves back to his seat like he’s Icarus and flying too close to the sun. The grin that pulls at your lips reminds him of a Cheshire cat. You wipe the bit of stray ketchup around your mouth, licking your finger clean.

John’s heart ceases its beat right then. He’s just meat and bones now, simply sitting there as the rest of your meal continues in silence. Your leg is still touching his. Your soft lips peck his own with every fry that you ‘share’ and all he does is gape at you in fear of this incredulous power you possess over him.

The fog inside his brain only clears up when your back hits the door of his house and he can feel your thighs around him, your mouth molding with his own. The weight of your body is nothing when carrying you to his room but there’s a sense of relief overwhelming him when he finally gets to lay you on the bed and he realizes that you’re still very much here, that this is not just a dream.

In the room that is twilight and shadow and sterile white surrounding you everywhere, your bodies are glued together, close enough to breathe the same air�� relish in each other’s scent. He feels your hand in his hair. Oh, how you love the softness of it; dark locks tangling themselves between your fingers.

Then your hand is down his cheekbones, tracing the well-groomed beard down to his lips. He watches you in utter admiration, a mortal man paying homage to the goddess Venus herself. His mind’s enslaver.

You kiss him, long and sweet and rid him of all inhibitions. He’s yours for tonight.

A laugh breaks John out of his reverie and he cracks an eye open, stealing a glance at the disheveled you. Your gleaming eyes are focused on the hindrance that his jeans are. You want them off.

“Too many clothes…” you whimper, lips grazing his earlobe in a way that makes him shudder.

He nods in what you can only describe as desperation, making the mattress bounce softly as he lifts himself from the bed enough to fumble with the material on his legs that’s now beginning to itch the longer it restricts him. Soon enough, all his clothes are a mess on the floor as they should be and you beckon him back into your open arms, eager to rid your own clothes.

John watches a delicate hand wrap in the material of your V-neck, pulling it down enough to give him a heart attack when his gaze falls to your breasts; contained within a lacy bra and eager to be touched by his hands, his mouth.

He aches.

“You gonna help me take this off or should I just help myself?”

He growls, low and dangerous and you almost shudder at how lovely he sounds. You do shudder though when his hands come in contact with the soft skin on your stomach and slowly tug the shirt off, taking in your scent that clings there. His mouth is surprisingly soft while trailing a path to your breasts. You work on your bra while he does and his hand squeezes yours as a ‘thank you’.

He doesn’t want to waste another moment.

Your skirt follows and you feel your back arch in anticipation, knowing where John’s hands will soon reach. His fingers slide over the tiny piece of fabric that your underwear consists of and your head rocks back against the pillow as they do, the first moan escaping your lips.

He drinks that sound in, he does. Suddenly, all that’s important is making you do it again and again till you’re begging him to stop and all that’s heard inside the room are the sounds that you’re making.

He yanks the lacy barrier off and you moan again, this time louder. His eyes darken impossibly so at the heavenly sound that seems to linger on your lips. They’re more sweet-sounding than your laugh, something seemingly impossible but he swears that it’s true.

Your hands wrap around his biceps, feeling the beautiful muscles up there and pulling him closer on top of your body. There’s no space to be left between your aching selves and he accepts it, feeds off it. His finger hesitantly grazes where your burning heat rests and he thinks he hasn’t done this in forever.

He only hopes you can’t tell.

Yet you seize his movements, grabbing his hand and kissing the palm like it’s something sacred. John wants to laugh at the irony of that; those hands have killed and hurt and injured countless. It doesn’t matter when they’re touching you, of course. It almost feels like a cleansing of sorts, like redemption.

“Fuck foreplay?” his voice comes out in a grunt. He’s falling apart right in front of you and it’s hard not to bloody enjoy it.

You laugh, breathless as you are and all undone under his body, “Fuck foreplay.”

He fills you and it’s deliciously slow… until it’s not. The heels of your feet seem to dig in his behind with every thrust he gives but he doesn’t mind it. He couldn’t, not when he’s being so consumed by all that’s you.

Again and again, you squeeze around him and he grunts. He’s fucking losing it.

All he can hear is the wonderful sound of skin slapping together and soft mutters of ‘John!’ that fall from your lips. His thrusts are becoming sloppier and he’s long lost his pace but you don’t seem to mind it. You’re both impossibly close to the edge.

When it comes, it’s like electricity shooting through his body. With a single, final thrust John buries himself in you, whispering something into your neck. Still, his fingers move vigorously to please you and it’s not long until you join him.

With panting breaths and still wandering hands, the fog in both of your visions starts to disperse. You hold each other through it, allowing your bodies to mold together in the late of the night – or rather, early morning.

John doesn’t take his eyes off you once until you’re succumbing to sleep and he follows you then, albeit hesitant.

He’s fucking terrified you’ll disappear from his side should he dare to close his eyes for more than a moment, but the prospect of sleep is almost as seductive as you and he gives in for the second time tonight.

True to his thoughts, you’re gone with the first morning light.

Tags: @morningriseghost @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @homesoutofhuman

[thatonecurlygirl]

Nephilim Sitter

Jack x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

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“(y/n)!” You hear a deep voice call your name, followed by a knock on your door. “(y/n), It’s Dean Winchester.” He calls from the other side of the door.

You quickly throw on some pants and run to the door, looking through the peephole to be sure it was Dean Winchester. Being a hunter is not an easy life to live, especially with having close ties to the Winchester brothers. You unlock and open the door, stepping back to let Dean walk in. you’ve pretty much known the Winchesters my whole life. You were Bobby Singer’s niece, he took you in when you was just five and taught you the way of the hunter.

“What are you doing here Dean?” You ask, shutting the door behind him and he turns around. “I only see you when you need something.” you cross your arms.

He reaches back and rubs the back of his neck, “About that…” He says, his muscles flexing. Although Dean is old enough to be your Dad, You’ve always had the biggest crush on him- you have a thing or two for older guys. “We kind of need your help.”

“Of course you do.” You sit on the arm of my love seat looking up at Dean. “What is it this time Winchester?”

“I expect you’ve heard about Lucifer and his spawn child right?” He asks with a crooked smile on his face.

“I have and?”

“We need you.” He admits, but not in the way you’ve always fantasized. “We are wanting to go up against Lucifer and we need your help.” He leans forward toward you. “And you kid are one of the best out here and you keep a low profile, so no one will be expecting you.”

“So you are asking me, a twenty-some years girl half your size to risk my life to help some guys who never even call?” You ask, folding my arms across my chest.

“Well-”

“I’ll go pack my things.” You stand up, heading to your room.

You pull out my to-go duffle bag and start neatly putting clothes into my bag and topping it off with a few weapons. You flick off lights and unplug my wifi- you can never be too careful. You pull on my combat boots and throw on my favorite leather jacket and walking into the room where Dean is still sitting. You grab your laptop, shoving it up under your arm and walk out behind Dean, locking up tight before following him into the Impala.

“Where is Sammy long legs?” You ask as you slip into the driver's seat.

“He is at the bunker, I will explain more when we get there. It’s kind of a weird situation and story.” Dean says, turning off the main road and down a hidden one.

“What isn’t with you guys.” You shake your head, watching the trees pass me by. “Sam trying to figure out how to get your mom back?”

“How did you kn-“

“Dean are you really about to ask me that question?” You scoff. “I know because I am damn good at what I do.”

“Yeah, he is. I assume you’ve heard the story?” He asks, pulling into a garage.

“I have.” You look around as Dean parks, the garage door closing. “So you tell me that you lived this close and never stopped by?” You shake your head and step out with my bag slung over your shoulder. “Lead the way, Winchester.”

You follow Dean down the swirl of stairs to see Sam sitting at the long, conference-like table. Sam stands up arms extended as you walk over, letting him envelop you in a hug. Although you have always thought Dean was hot as all get out, Sam was always your favorite. Dean has always been a hard-ass and you don’t want anyone to get you wrong he is fun to hang out with, but he can irritate you quicker than anything. Sam, on the other hand, has always been kind and caring and always took your side when you argued with Dean, he is like the best big brother.

“Hey, kiddo.” Sam says hugging me tightly, “Staying out of trouble?” He lets go and steps back, placing his arms across his chest.

“Absolutely not, but I’m still alive aren’t I.” You smile.

I’m going to show her around the house and let her meet him.” Dean gently grabs your arm and pulls you down the hall. “Let’s go, you got a lot to take in.”

“So who am I meeting?” You ask, readjusting the duffle on my arm.

The two of you walk up to a room and he opens the door. “You can stay here in this room.” He says and you throw your bag onto the bed in the room. “You are meeting your new project. Satan’s son.”

“Wait, what?” You stop in your tracks, Dean stopping and turning around to face you. “I thought I was going on a case with you guys?”

“Yeah well, you get a case of your own.” He says as we walk past rooms, letting you peek in to get a good look at them. “You get to watch Jack while we go out on cases.”

“I’m not a babysitter Dean!” You yell a little louder than expected. “I go out on hunts all the time. This is not my destiny. I am a hunter and a damn good one too.”

“And I don’t doubt your abilities, hell you’ve saved my ass plenty of times, but this is important. Please.” He says a word you’ve rarely heard come out of his mouth and you let out a defeated sigh.

“Fine, let’s meet this kid.” You groan as he leads you back down the hall.

Dean brings his ear to the door and knocks. Why the hell is this man knocking at a baby’s door. Suddenly the door opens and there appears one of the most beautiful creatures you’ve seen in your life. Your eyes widen as he smiles at me and sticks his hand out to shake mine.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He says in the cutest voice.

“Jack as in Lucifer’s child, Jack?” You question as you shake his hand back and he nods. “Well Jack, I’m (y/n) and apparently I’m supposed to be-”

“She’s going to be continuing on your lessons.” Dean interrupts as you look up at him confused. “He needs help with learning about, you know, human things and Sam can’t do it all the time.”

You glare at Dean who is standing there with his arms folded across his chest smiling wide, knowing that he talked you into coming here to be a preschool teacher. You divert your attention to Jack who is standing there excitement painted on his face. You know, the kid looks innocent enough.

“What are you doing?” You ask, walking into his room as he smiles and walks to the television and picks up a DVD case.

“Dean gave me a movie to watch. He said I needed to get educated on how men and women interact, I was about to watch it.” He shows you the case and you quickly look back at Dean, who is nodding in pride.

“You know what Jack, this is not a very good movie.” You gently take it from his hands and chuck it across the room at Dean. “Come to my room and we will find something a little more appropriate for you.”

“Taking him to your room already? It hasn’t even been five minutes!” Dean winks and you.

You push past Dean, Jack following closely behind as you walk back to the room that Dean said you would be staying in. You leave the door open as both you and Jack take a seat on your bed. You pull my laptop out of my bag, pushing my bag off the bed, you gently lay the PC across your lap and search up a movie.

“What am I going to watch?” Jack asks, looking up into my eyes.

“A movie called, Dean’s an asshole.” You look over at Dean.

“Really?” He asks.

“Oh no, I was- I was just joking.” You look up at Jack who is now smiling and nodding his head. “I’m going to have to watch my favorite movie, Safe Haven.” You click on the movie and hand the laptop to him.

“Seriously, you just met the kid and you’re already having him watch Chick Flicks?” Dean grumbles.

“Definitely better than having him watch porn. He does not need to learn anything about that from you, that's for sure.” You step out of the room with Dean, cracking the door behind you.

“Oh, so are you going to handle teaching him about sex?” Dean teases, reaching out and gently pushing my shoulder. “I’m just kidding, that will not happen.”

“And why is that?” You scoff obviously offended.

“Because he is the literal spawn of Satan, I was iffy on letting him around you in the first place.” Dean shakes his head. “But you were the first one Sam thought of.”

“Yeah because we can trust her,” Sam says to Dean, walking over to join in the conversation. “We also know that God forbid something were to happen, you can hold your own,” Sam says to you.

“Yeah, well unless it’s Jack that happens.” Dean groans, obviously showing he is uncomfortable with the Jack situation.

“Should I be worried?” You ask looking between the boys, “I mean, Y'all wouldn’t just have him roaming around in here if you believed he was that dangerous.”

Sam and Dean look at each other before back at you, “He has to potential to do harm, but he also has the potential to do good. We just need a little help pushing him in the right direction and he is just getting a little frustrated.” Sam explains, “He really is a good kid.”

“Well Sam, if you say that Jackie boy in there is a good kid then I trust you.” You turn to walk into the room and look back at the guys over your shoulder. “Just don’t expect me to give him a time out or anything, the last thing we need is a Nephilim tantrum.”

You walk back into the room, cracking the door behind you and making my way to the bed beside Jack. He is watching the movie very intently. You sit down and scoot over next to him, as close as I can get without actually touching him. He points to the screen and looks up at you.

“So she is running away from that man because he hurt her?” He asks and you nod, “Why? She is very beautiful and seems very nice.” His eyebrows knit in confusion as he looks back down to the movie.

“Sometimes people have a little bit of monster in them. Sometimes people just have evil and hate built up inside them.” You explain, thinking of the men that came and slaughtered your parents fifteen years ago.

“I am not like this guy and I have evil in me.” He looks back at you, “I have monster in me, Lucifer is my father.” He explains.

“Jack, we all have the capability of evil, the capability of being monsters. Yes, Lucifer is your father and yes he is evil, but he has always had the capability of doing good and he chose not to. You can choose to be good. What or who people tell or think you are doesn’t make you any of that. It is your decision, not Sam and Dean’s, not Lucifer’s, or Mary’s, not Cas’s and not mine- I just hope you chose our side.”