Hey, If You Want Could You Write Another Imagine For Ghost Rider (Johnny Blaze)? Maybe Where The Readers

Hey, if you want could you write another imagine for Ghost Rider (Johnny Blaze)? Maybe where the reader’s in a fight she can’t handle and the Rider comes in and saves her last minute?

Hey! Of course I can another Ghost Rider! :p 

Saved By The Walking Fire Stick

“On my way to kill some guys doing illegal shit.” You sing as you skip towards the group of baddies (obviously -_-).

“Hello.” The group turns to you holding out your lucky gun. It releases a bullet and into one of their heads. “Goodbye.”

More guys come out of the abandoned warehouses, all sorts of weapons in each other’s hands.

“Oh, shit.” Should’ve brought more ammo, dumbass.

With the amount of ammo you have, you manage to get roughly around a third of the group down.

You start to beat some away with the ammo-less weapon.

Quickly remembering, you have some spare bullets in the pockets of your pants.

Chains grab the attention of the group, yours as well. 

The metal chains wrap around a side of the men, their bodies burning to a crisp and crumbling to the ground once released.

The rest of the group scatter, pushing each other out of the way to run the opposite direction.

You throw your gun towards Rider, him catching it. His lower jaw moves up as if he’s smiling, which he is.

“I had it! I had extra ammo.”

He grunts back in response.

“I just remembered it was in my pocket.”

Walking towards him, he has your gun extended out for you to take back, which you do.

Continuing to walk, you see his bike parked next to yours.

You see your small bullet bag hanging off the side of your bike. “Motherfuck!” 

You watch Rider hop onto his bike, the chains wrapped around his shoulders and across his chest and back.

“Leave me alone! Just get your flaming ass back to the house.”

Hey! What about one where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13-14) and a hunt goes wrong and Sam and dean die and she breaks down in Cas’ arms telling him what happend ? Thanks!

Let’s do this! Thank you for the request :p

Cas Is Always There

You and your brothers stand outside the wrecked and abandoned warehouse from taking a pack of wolves. 

The three of you have some sort of wound on your face. Sam with claw marks, Dean have a small cut, and yourself having a cut on your eyebrow and a split lip.

“I think we got them.” You chuckle.

Sam and Dean give you their bitch faces. “You weren’t supposed to come!”

“Let alone hide in the backseat of Baby!” Dean finishes. 

“At least you two bloody idjits are alive! If I hadn’t been in Baby, then both of you would be dead.” Your eyebrows are furrowed softly.

Dean and Sam start to talk, but their voices begin to fade out.

“Behind-” Your voice breaks the fading noise.

Dean and Sam turn around to have two wolves have an arm in each of your brothers’ chests.

“No!” You scream, raising your gun to shoot both the wolves’ in their heads as soon as their hands get out and be covered in the thick, crimson liquid.

Your brothers’ bodies drop to the ground. 

You scream and cry whilst dropping to your knees. You start to hyperventilate. “Get up.” You manage to get out. They’re just playing some sick prank.

“No.” You look up to the voice. “What happened?” Cas asked. You say nothing, letting your struggled breathing take over.

He opens his arms for you, immediately running into them. One hand is on your lower back, the other cupping the back of your head.

He doesn’t care that your tears are wetting his trench coat. “(Y/N), you need to calm your breathing.” 

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” His vessel’s heartbeat is calming you down. “What happened?” He repeated the question.

“I hid in the backseat of Baby as I had a bad feeling about this hunt. I helped them kill the pack and we thought we got them all, we did. But the two that killed them must’ve been hiding.”

After a few seconds of silence, “I’m going to take you back to the bunker.”

You shake your head against his chest, “No. You’re going to take us back to the bunker.” You glance up at him with tears in your eyes, wanting to slip out. He nods.

You slowly walk to Baby and sit in the passenger seat, watching Cas put the dead bodies of your brothers in the back seat. After that’s done, he sits in the driver’s seat. 

“I don’t want to drive.” You say sadly. Cas nods as the engine starts and Baby is back onto the road.

On the way to the bunker, your head is resting in the angel’s lap, one of his hands lying on your side.

Once there, Cas carries you bridal style to your room. Your head rests against his neck, something you’d always do when Sam or Dean carried you.

Setting you on your bed, he leans you against the head rest and kisses your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment, reminding you of the kisses good night.

“Can you stay?” Your voice is hoarse from the screams. “Yeah, I can.” Cas takes his shoes off to do your movement on the bed.

You move to lie your head on top of his chest. His arm wounds around your shoulder and draw lines and figure 8s on your back. You drape your leg in between his.

“I don’t want them gone, Cas. I want them back.”

“We’ll think of something.” He kisses the top of your head as you’re dozing off to sleep. “I’ll do something.”

Heyyy!! what abou one where Dean and Sam little brother is kinda dating Jack in secret, and when his brothers discover about the relation they get angry but Jack try to convince the brothers to let they date

You got it! Hope you enjoy it

Surprise?

Arms wrap around you as you’re standing at the oven, cooking up some bacon. You lean back into the body. 

“Hey, Jackie.” His head rests itself in the joint of where your neck meets your shoulder. “My brothers are gonna be home soon and Dean is immediately gonna smell the bacon.”

“We got time.” He mumbles against your neck. Your phone vibrates, a text notification popping up from Sam. “Eh, not really. They’re gonna be here in 5 minutes.”

In that short amount of time, the bacon was ready and Jack is sitting at the table. 

Running footsteps makes you have a plate of bacon extended out, it being snatched out of your hands. 

Dean moans as he’d stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth. Sam sits down next to him with a bowl of salad. 

Taking a seat next to Jack, the four of you have a conversation. Jack has his hand on your thigh.

After you’re done eating, you peck Jack’s lips before taking everyone’s plates up.

“Uh, what was that?” Dean asks sternly.

Your body goes stiff. “What was what?” You ask in confusion. 

“You kissing Jack?” Sam asks next.

“Me kissing Jack doesn’t concern you.”

The three of you start to argue about your relationship with the Nephilim. Your voices go over each other.

“It’s either you break up with him now or we don’t call you our brother anymore and you walk out of this bunker and never come back!” 

“Dean.” Sam looks at the oldest brother, giving him the bitch face.

“I’d rather leave than break up with him!” You storm out of the kitchen and to your room to pack yours and Jack’s bags.

Dean gives Jack an angry look. 

“Dean, please, let us be together. You’ve noticed how happy he’s been since him and I got together.” 

“He’s right.” Sam says after he thinks about you being more happy from a single text, the saying of the Nephilim’s name or seeing him.

“You break his heart, I break you.” Dean points at him. “I’ll apologize to him when we’ve both calmed down.”

Jack nods and thanks the both of them as he walks out of the kitchen and to your shared room.

You’re walking all over the place and dumping each of your clothes into the two bags.

“(Y/N), we’re not leaving.”

“Yes, we are leaving. Dean said it himself and I’m not breaking up with you.”

His arms wrapping around you makes you stop and turn in his arms, your face mushed against his neck.

“I’ve talked to them and he’s gonna apologize once the both of you have calmed down. He also said that if I break your heart, he’ll break me. What does that mean?”

“I’ll explain once I’ve calmed down a bit more.”

Himself nodding, he releases you for a moment to put the bags on the ground and lay down on the bed.

He brings you down to lie on top of him. His hands rub against your back and sometimes playing with the short hairs at the nape of your neck. 

Your eyes start to shut as tiredness has come along. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

Minutes pass and a knock is at the door. A gentle ‘Come in’ from Jack has the door opened to show Dean. “How is he?”

“He’s calmed down and has gone to sleep. I’ll let him know once he’s awake that you have come in and wanted to see him.”

Dean nods and apologizes to him of how he reacted. “It is alright, Dean.” He nods again. 

He leans over the side of the bed to whisper a ‘I’m sorry, kid’ and presses a kiss to the side of your head. He pulls the blanket over the two of you before leaving.

Jack looks down to you have a small smile on your face. Your hands curl around the blanket to pull it up more and itself covering your mouth.

“That was a nice surprise.” Jack says to himself.

Early - Geralt x F!Reader

Summary: Waking up, Geralt finds you attached to his back and you whine about how early it is

With the sun coming through the window, Geralt slowly opens his eyes. He blocks the sun out of his face with his face as it's blinding.

He shifts a bit to feel your body up against his. He turns his head to see the top of yours.

Moving more onto his back, you instinctively move out of the way before laying your head against where his arm met his shoulder.

He slithers his arm underneath your neck to pull your naked body against his.

“Stop moving, it’s early.” You mumble, nuzzling your face against the top of his shoulder. 

“Hm,” is his response. 

He starts to draw random lines on your back and side.

“Wake me up when we need to go.”

Seconds of silence go past until he says, “We need to go now.”

Groaning, you turn your body away from his, his arm still rested under your neck and the back of your body against his side.

His body moves to be over yours, himself making you lie on your back, your eyes closed.

“We gotta go. That bard is going to waltz into this room and will demand us to go.”

Opening your eyes, you look into his golden ones. “We will go now if I get to sit on Roach and take a nap.”

You raise your hand to trace over his face.

“Hm. Fine.” He gets out of bed to get into his clothes, yourself staying in the bed and rolling onto your stomach in the middle of the furniture.

“It’s so fucking early!”

Hey! I had this Winchester sister (13 or 14) one where she gets beat up pretty badly in school and she’s sitting outside bleeding with cuts and bruises on her face and she’s just smoking and Gabriel is like hey what happend? And he takes the cigarette off her and is like have this lollipop instead?:)

*rubs hands together* You got it

Lollipop Smoker

The wind makes the small cuts on your face sting a little. You tug on your jacket as goosebumps and a shiver covers your body.

“So glad it’s the weekend.” You mumble to yourself.

A ding from your phone makes you take it out to see what the notification is. Text from Bean; We’re gonna be an hour late. Sorry, baby x

I’ll be waiting

You put your phone away to take out a cigarette and a lighter. Sticking the cigarette in your mouth, you light it up.

“What happened to you, sugar?” Immediately, you know it’s your trickster archangel. 

He takes in the view of the bruises and cuts on your face; your right eye swollen, a split lip, small cuts scattered all over your place, and two or three other bruises.

“Pricks,” is your answer before taking a puff of the cigarette and releasing the smoke out to the pouring rain.

Gabe sits next to you and takes the cigarette out of your fingers. You can’t be bothered to take it back.

Something sticky pokes at your lips. You figured it’s your favourite lollipop. “Have your lollipop.”

You take it and lean your head against his shoulder, his head now leaned against yours. “Bean and Sammy are gonna be an hour out.”

“Do they know about the pricks?”

“Yeah. They talked to the principal and (he/she) talked to the pricks and to stop. They get the chance when they do.”

“Just say my name and I’ll come to help you.”

“Thanks, Guppy.”

We need more Gabriel x Winchester sister (still 13-14) :)

Alright, sounds like a plan :) I'll try to think of one