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Acquired Tastes
Negan x GN!Reader
18+ ONLY / Requests are OPEN
Summary: Negan likes to see just what it takes to wake you up sometimes.
CW: Somno, light cnc, Daddy kink. No pronouns are used for the reader, but they do have afab anatomy.
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Negan knows, technically- that this is wrong. Technically, he shouldn’t want to put his fingers inside you while you’re sleeping and unaware. Technically, he shouldn’t want to push his thick cock inside you and see how long he can hold out and keep you asleep before you wake up and cum all over him.
God, he shouldn’t want it. And yet, here he is, standing over your peaceful form, groping at his very hard cock and inching the blankets off you. He almost chuckles at the way you instinctively curl up a little tighter to combat the cold.
He trails one finger down over your hip and over the line of your panties. You sigh in your sleep, snuggling closer into the pillow. He grins wolfishly and trails that finger underneath the edge of your panties to play at your folds.
“Oh, darling-” he whispers to himself. “Are you having naughty dreams about me?”
His finger slides up and down through your crease, collecting wetness as he goes. You let out a little noise in your sleep, brows furrowing down. It’s when his finger rubs against your clit ever so softly that your mouth pops open, a little panting whimper escaping you that makes Negan’s cock twitch.
He continues to rub at you for another minute or so, just until you start to wake up and then he stops again. He does this several times, working you up and then stopping and waiting until you settle back down again. Every time you were worked a little closer to the edge your sleep grew a little more restless and Negan loved to see it.
Eventually, he slides one finger inside you, pushing inside with little resistance. Clenching around him, he appreciatively gazes over the way you whimper and subconsciously grind yourself back against him. He slides a second in, pausing when you make a sound dangerously close to consciousness. Negan holds his breath, waiting to see if you’ll settle back down again. He’s already pushed the limits of the depth of your sleep.
Once you relax, he starts to pump them inside you. He’s not close to caring if you wake any more, and arches his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that he knows you love so much. Oh, the amount of times he’s made you squirt from attention to that spot. Your whining grows louder, hips beginning to wiggle before you finally open your eyes, letting out a yelp that mixes overwhelming pleasure and shock.
Your instinct is to kick him off and get him away from you. But Negan knows this and knows exactly how to stop that plan right in its tracks.
“Oh, what’s the matter, doll?” Negan laughs, pressing his free hand into your thigh to keep your legs from closing. He clambers onto the bed between your legs, situating himself comfortably. You cry out, head falling back as he thrusts his fingers into a particularly good spot. “Cat got your tongue, huh?”
“Oh, fuck- Negan- what are you doing?” You pant, thighs quivering. Your jaw drops open as he shoves a third finger inside, stretching you so nicely it’s all you can do not to melt completely into the bed.
“What does it look like?” He replies, pressing a sharp and painful bite into your knee. You whine and try to knee him. He catches the rogue knee and bites down into the flesh of your thigh painfully. You chuckle out a moan and he crooks his fingers up. The man knows what he’s doing, that is for sure.
Negan presses kisses down your thigh until he reaches between your legs, his beard scratching at your soft skin. He flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit and laughs at the way you gasp, bringing your hands up to tug at his hair.
“Now, now,” he tuts disapprovingly. “Don’t be rude, baby. Daddy’s workin’.”
You groan in frustration, but it doesn’t take long before he’s flicking his tongue over your clit like he’s praying to God (aka, your pussy) and fucking into you with his fingers at the same time. He knows exactly which spots to make you come undone, and exactly which letters to trace over your clit with his tongue to make you shake around him. You’re sure whatever he’s tracing into you are absolutely filthy words, but he’s never actually told you the prayer he carves with his tongue into your pussy. You doubt he ever will.
You cum like that, on his fingers and on his tongue. And he works you through it, licking up every drop of your cum. You grow restless with the overstimulation, whining and bucking beneath him. He holds you down and forces another one, and then a third orgasm out of you.
You’re a sweaty and exhausted mess by the time he's done. Muscles twitch and your legs ache like nothing else. Negan collapses on the bed beside you and pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You grin, and capture him in a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this with you, and it wouldn’t be the last.
The both of you had acquired taste, but that’s just what made you so perfect for each other.
“Now, how about a shower?”
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Sneaking Out
Stepdad! Negan x F! Reader
summary Negan catches you sneaking out to go to a party and punishes you accordingly
tags age gap (reader is 19, Negan is pushing 40), spanking, unprotected p in v, making out, slight dacryphilia, stepcest, nudity, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, vaguely implied underaged drinking, hair pulling, use of pet names, cumshot
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wc: 2.65k
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She sat on her bed, crying. Knees tucked to her chest and head held in her hands as small sniffles and whimpers escaped her lips, despite her best efforts to stay silent. She resented her mom for being so strict and not letting her go out to parties like others her age. She was sure her mom would have let up once she graduated high school, especially since she was legally an adult now, but it only seemed like she doubled down even more. Things got even worse once her mom married her stepdad, Negan. Per her mother's request, he installed security cameras in the front of house and the backyard to ensure she couldn't sneak out. And the few times she tried, she failed, because Negan would be up late, playing video games in the living room or smoking a cigarette in the backyard by the poolside, making it impossible for her to sneak out. She was so miserable, watching everyone have fun over the summer before college while she wasted away in her room with her only entertainment being behind a screen or imbedded in the pages of a book.
It was so unfair. Especially because she knew tonight was gonna be the party of the year. One of the rich girls in her graduating class was throwing a pool party at her mansion, her mansion which housed one of the best pools she'd ever seen. And somehow, she was lucky enough to be invited. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and if it meant being grounded for an eternity, so be it.
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She had one foot out her bedroom window when she heard a knock on her door.
"Hey kid, can I come in?" her stepdad, Negan's, voice called from the other side of the door.
"One sec, I'm not decent!" she fibbed as she stumbled back inside her room. She shut the window as silently it would go before she slipped under the covers of her bed, hiding the fact she had on nothing but a tropical, triangle bikini.
"Okay, you can come in now," she called out. Negan let himself in, glancing around her room suspiciously. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, tattoos peeking out from beneath his white t-shirt, and obvious outline of his dick through his gray sweatpants that hung low on his waist. Despite being hidden beneath her sheets and comforter, she felt vulnerable and naked beneath his skeptical gaze.
"You're not plannin' on sneakin' out, are ya?" he asked, tongue seductively swiping across his bottom lip. She nervously swallowed, heat blossoming across her cheeks.
"N-no, why?" came her shaky reply.
"You are a shit liar, kid," he laughed, a handsome smirk on his face.
"Why would I sneak out? There's nothing for me to out there anyway," she doubled down, not feeding into his bait. He stalked closer to her bed before sitting down at the foot of it, hazel eyes boring into her soul.
"So you're not going to that pool party happening right now?" The tone of his voice was sarcastic, hinting that he didn't believe a word coming from her mouth.
"Pool party? What pool party?" She punctuated her question with a fake yawn to try and convince Negan that she really was tired and ready to go to bed for the night.
"If you say so, kid. Just know that if I catch your lying ass sneaking out tonight, you'll be in for a world of hell when I punish you." Her thighs involuntarily squeezed together at his words and the action didn't go unnoticed by Negan. She nodded her head while silently praying he'd hurry up and leave so she can sneak out.
His eyes narrowed at her as he stood up. "Night, kiddo," he said, patting her knee through the comforter for good measure.
"Night, Negan!"
She continued laying in her bed, petrified, for another ten minutes until she heard the door to her mom's bedroom shut. Negan's words did manage to strike some fear into her, but not enough to deter her from her original plan. She was sure he was in bed now and falling asleep for the night. After silently sliding out of her bed, she tucked a few decorative pillows in her previous place in hope they'd fool Negan or her mom if they peek in to check on her.
Her hands were shaky when she re-opened her bedroom window. Nerves were finally getting to her. She could hear her heart beating rapidly in her ears as she began having second thoughts about doing this. Negan was nowhere near as strict as her mom, so his punishment couldn't actually that bad. Not that she'd actually have to worry about his punishment, because she wasn't gonna get caught.
She crept out of her window and stepped onto the roof. She closed her window, only leaving it slightly ajar so she could get back inside later. Careful not to slip on the roof's slippery shingles, she tiptoed to the edge and looked over at the space from here to the grassy ground. Too late to go back now. She sat on the ledge and turned herself around so she could hang from the ledge before dropping into the soft grass.
She looked back at the house, elated she was finally out and what fun was about to come
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The dark morning sky was slowly beginning to turn into a lighter blue as she clumsily climbed the trellis back onto the second story's roof. Her slightly intoxicated brain made it so her movements weren't as agile and quiet like before. She lifted her window open and unceremoniously fell inside, smacking the carpeted flooring with her face.
The first thing she noticed was the potent smell of tobacco followed by his signature whistling.
"Aw, fuck," she groaned to herself. She heard the springs of her mattress release as Negan got up and soon his socked feet came into her view. He reached out a hand and helped her up after she gratefully accepted it.
He looked pissed. His thick eyebrows settled into a frown and his hazel-green eyes were devoid of any kindness. She nervously crossed her arms over her body, feeling naked under his gaze.
"How was the pool party?" he asked.
"I wasn't a-at a pool party!" she lied.
His look only darkened, making her weak in the knees. From fear or arousal, she couldn't tell.
"What kinda goddamn fuckin' idiot do you take me for? You are literally dripping wet and wearin' a damn bikini!" he pointed out the obvious.
"I was swimming in our own pool in the backyard!" she lied with such little conviction that she couldn't even fool herself
He stepped closer to her and if she wasn't already so close to the wall she'd have stepped back. She averted her gaze and chose to look at the chipped, bubblegum pink nail polish that adorned her toes. Negan wasn't having any of it, though, and forced her to look up at him by grabbing a fistful of her wet hair and tilting her head up. Hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
"What did I tell you would happen if I caught you sneaking out?" he asked between clenched teeth.
"That...that you're gonna p-punish me..." The tears were streaming down her face now as she sniveled pathetically.
"Attagirl," he darkly praised, a sinister smirk spreading across his face. The slight praise caused her stomach to do backflips and her core to clench over nothing. Her face felt hot and her breathing shallowed as her only thoughts were what Negan would do next.
His grip on her hair stayed firm as he walked her over to her bed. He released his hold before taking a seat onto the plush mattress. She stood before him, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot and nibbling the skin around her thumbnail, awaiting what was to come. His large, warm hands gripped her hips, pulling her to stand between his legs. She glanced down at him as he looked up at her, but her eyes drifted past his face and down to the bulge growing in his sweatpants. She was embarrassed to admit it, but her mouth watered at the sight.
"Now, I want you to know that this shit could have been avoided had your stubborn ass just listened to me," he stated, his grip on her hips growing firmer. She nodded her head, not knowing what to say and not wanting to anger her stepdad even further.
He pulled the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms and let the damp garment fall to the floor between her feet. She nervously bit her bottom lip and looked down at him, but he was too busy eyeing her cunt and soft thighs, which glimmered with the slick of her arousal. He looked up at her as he licked his bottom lip. He patted his thighs.
"Bend over my fuckin' knee, doll," he ordered. She warily obeyed, despite the humiliation of having him see her bare, wet pussy. His roughish hands caressed the soft flesh of her ass, admiring the mounds. Without warning, his hand came down harshly on her right cheek, earning a yelp from her.
"Keep it down," he hissed before landing an even harsher slap to her other cheek. She only whimpered this time, pursing her lips to fight the noises that yearned to escape. He continued his assailment on her ass, leaving it stinging with numbness. Her whimpers turned into a mixture of sobs and wanton moans which only tightened his pants. By the looks of it, he wasn't the only one getting off to this punishment. Her cunt sparkled with her arousal, arousal which was leaking down her thighs.
"Negan, please!" she begged. Her thighs were clenched together as she tried to rub her aching clit on his thigh.
"What is it that you want, baby?" he questioned. His big hands kneaded at her squishy flesh. He knew damn well what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her beg. Her weeping pussy was practically begging to be stuffed with his big cock.
"Need you! Need to feel you inside me," she begged between sniffles and sobs. She stood up from being bent over his lap and sat on it, straddling him instead. His arms snaked around her waist and hers around his neck before she leaned down almost close enough to connect her lips to his.
"Please, Negan?" she whispered against his lips. His eyes flitted from hers down to her lips which were so close to his. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gently pressed her soft lips to his, his facial hair pricking at her skin. Negan could name a plethora of reasons why this would be wrong, but the one reason it felt right overpowered them all, so he grabbed the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers. The desperate moan she let out gave Negan the perfect opening to slip his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like some fruity cocktail that was really just a bunch of things mixed together by some inexperienced kid. He'd have to take her out for a real drink one day. His tongue traversed her mouth, consuming her. She desperately ground her bare pussy on his clothed bulge, eliciting pleasured groans from him. His hands felt up her body before untying her bikini top from the back and the neck, leaving her completely bare on his lap.
"Please, Negan, I need to feel you," she begged after pulling away from the kiss. His eyes were glued to her tits, watching them as her chest rose and fell while she caught her breath. He cupped them in his hands before giving them a squeeze. Her head fell back as she let out a wanton moan. The rough skin of his fingertips gave her hardened nipples some much needed friction as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.
"You got some nice fuckin' tits, babydoll," he complimented, only making her wetter.
Her hands slid down his chest, then torso, then stopped at the waistband of his pants.
"Neeegaaan," she impatiently whined.
"Well, baby, if you want it, go ahead and fuckin' take it." His dimpled smile almost brought her to her release right then and there. He lifted his hips so she could pull his cock free. His length audibly smacked his abdomen, the tip an angry, flaming red and leaking with precum. If her core wasn't aching so badly, she'd have gladly taken him down her throat. She took him in her hand. He was so big that her fingers didn't even touch. She stroked him a few times as he sucked bruising marks onto her neck and collarbones. He held onto her hips as she lined him up with her sopping center, stroking him along her slick folds before sinking all the way down on him. The stretch was there, but not painful because she was so wet and ready for him.
"Negan, you feel so good!" she moaned once he bottomed out inside of her. Her nails dug little crescent moons into his skin through his shirt as she began bouncing on his cock. He admired her tits bouncing as she rode him before pulling her closer and taking one in his mouth, kneading the other with his free hand.
The squelching sounds of her wet pussy and the smell off sex permeating her bedroom only made things more erotic. Negan was hitting every spot perfectly, but he wanted more. He freed her tit from his mouth before flipping their position. Her back was now laying against the bed and Negan stood over her, his cock still inside. Now that he had more control, his thrusts came harder and faster, his tip almost kissing her cervix.
"Goddammit, doll, you were made for my cock!" he praised. More profanities and moans fell from his mouth as her wet, spongy walls squeezed his cock. Her moans were growing louder and louder, making Negan worry that they might wake up her mom...who was his wife.
"I know that my dick is the best damn dick you've had and ever will have in your entire goddamn life, but you need to keep it down," he lectured. She rolled her eyes but pursed her lips in a feeble attempt to keep quiet.
They were both close to reaching their peaks and it was obvious by the way his thrusts grew rushed and sloppy and how her cunt was squeezing him.
"I'm gonna-" her sentence was cut off by a scream of ecstasy which caused Negan to cover her loud mouth with his palm. Her cunt squeezed him as her back arched off the bed and eyes rolled to the back of her head while she came. If he was thinking straight, he'd have left her high and dry as punishment, but his own orgasm was close and he'd be damned if he didn't cum. She removed his hand from covering her mouth and took two of his long, thick fingers into her mouth.
"Ho-ly fuckin' shit!" He swore, marveling at the sight. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on the digits.
"That's. My. Girl!" he praised with each thrust.He pulled out of her just as his orgasm came over him and shot his load onto her tits and stomach. He flopped onto the bed beside her and she rolled into his strong arms.
"Y'know I can't stay, gotta get back to your mom before she wakes up."
"Just ten more minutes?" she begged, looking up at Negan with those doe eyes of hers.
He sighed and lightheartedly rolled his eyes.
"Anything for my babydoll."
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Video Games
Pre-apocalypse!Negan x Reader
Song inspo: Video Games by Lana Del Rey
Summary: Negan's girlfriend, (y/n), distracts him while he's playing video games with his online buddies.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, oral (male-receiving), a short one-shot of blowing Negan while he's playing his game ;)
"Negan! Come eat!" I call for the second time.
"Take that, you sorry shits!" Negan yells back at his TV screen, ignoring me in the process. That ass, I know he can hear me.
I sigh with frustration. The only negative thing about dating that man is his video game addiction.
I stomp into his man cave with my hand on my hip and stare at him with annoyance. "Negan."
"Baby. Hold on, I'm about to win." He whispers while holding his hand over his headset.
"Who are you even playing with?"
"I dunno. Some teenagers." He shrugs.
He goes back to his game. "OH, you son of a bitch."
While he's staring intensely at his game, I'm staring intensely at him. The black tank top he's wearing allows me to admire how his arm muscles flex when he uses his skilled fingers to press buttons on the controller.
Do all men play video games in their boxers? Because this should be a sin. He looks so.. yummy.
I sigh, taking the hair tie off my wrist and tying my hair back.
If he won't pay attention to me, I'll make him.
I walk over to him and get on my knees in front of him, spreading his legs. He leans back a little and widens his eyes, finally looking at me. He puts his hand back over the headset. "Baby, what are you doing?"
"Shhh, play your game." I grin and push on his stomach for him to lean back further. His jaw drops slightly open as he realizes what's about to happen, but he listens and leans back in his chair.
"Watch the screen Negan, not me." I pull his semi-hard cock out of the slit in his boxers, stroking it a couple times before it turns to steel in my hand. How can a man this handsome also have such a big cock? And how did I get so lucky?
Negan tries to focus on his game but stops to watch me lick him from the base to the tip. I watch him watch me and moan at how good he tastes.
"Fuck, baby." He groans.
"What the - bro, did you just moan?" A high-pitched male voice laughs from the other end of the headset.
"What? No." Negan snaps annoyed at him and glances at me again as I take him completely in my mouth. He bites his bottom lip in attempt to be quiet.
I take him as deep as I can and look up at him with lust-filled eyes to see his reaction. His head is leaned back and his mouth is slightly dropped open.
"Negan! Dude, you coming?" I hear a different voice this time.
"Almost... I mean, yeah. Right behind you."
I smile with his cock in my mouth and continue to suck him harder and faster.
"Fuck." He jerks the headset off and tosses it to the side after muting it. "My dirty fucking girl." He grips my ponytail and pushes my head down further, making my eyes water.
"You want my cum, baby?" His voice is deep and raspy and it makes me clench my legs together. I nod my head and try to focus on not gagging.
"Fuuuck, y/n." He lets out a string of the sexiest moans I've ever heard a man make before shooting his load in my mouth. It's so much that a little bit drips from the corner of my mouth as I attempt to swallow it all down.
"Goddamn, baby. Come here." I look up at him and leans down to me. He wipes the cum dripping from my mouth with his thumb and pushes it back into my mouth. "Good girl." He kisses me sweetly and I stand up, noticing his screen.
"You happy now, baby? You made me die." He teases, nodding to the the TV.
I shrug, walking away. "Maybe next time you'll come when I call you."
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Title: Control
Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: You and Negan have the same temperament, and when you both get into an argument, it is always a battle of power and control that ultimately leads to angry, rough, dominant sex. In this instance, who wins the argument?
Word Count: 1,077Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I know it has truly been such a long, long time, but I have missed writing. Thank you to the anon who sent in this request. I hope it turned out okay! Enjoy!
“You belong to me.” Negan said, staring deeply into your eyes. The smirk was long gone from his lips. His jaw was clenched. His grip on Lucille tightening and the whites on his knuckles appearing from its clench. “Do I need to fucking remind you?”
You rolled your eyes. You had known Negan long before the apocalypse, even helped him cope with his wife’s death, but with the same temperament, arguments were always inevitable. It was always a battle of dominance between the both of you. At this point, keeping score was useless; you both had your fair share of winning arguments.
“Oh no, not at all. You spew that bullshit to everyone in this place, so it’s kind of hard to forget,” you replied sarcastically.
“I need to fucking keep order in here, or else people will die.”
“Right. Like you are the only one able to keep them safe.”
“I am!” Negan yelled. “These sorry fucks wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me!” He advanced towards you, his eyes never deviating from yours.
“And who saved you?”
“Oh, fuck you.” Negan cornered you, resting Lucille against the wall. He stepped forward until his chest was pressed against yours; your back pressed against the wall. It always started this way. The argument starting as a yelling match and leading into angry, rough sex.
“You need to realize that when it comes to me, I’m not just some person you saved.” Your eyes bore into his. You noticed the darkness in Negan’s eyes and even without a response from him, you knew where his mind had gone. There was a moment of silence, staring into each other’s eyes and reliving plenty of memories from the past. You both were breathing heavy and with your back against the wall and Negan mere inches away from your face, anger soon turned into lust.
All of a sudden, Negan’s strong hands grasped your hips and pulled you flush against him. You gasped and in that moment, Negan knew he had broken down your walls and you had forgotten just exactly what you two were arguing about.
“From the way you’re looking at me, I think it’s safe to say that you do fucking belong to me,” Negan grinned.
“Oh, shut up!” You tried to squirm away from him, but instead, he turned you around with your back now facing him. Without hesitation, Negan gently pushed you against the wall and you put your hands out in front of you to brace the soft impact. He grabbed the waistband of your jeans and roughly tugged it down with your panties. You were exposed for Negan, waiting impatiently.
“Negan…” You begged.
“Goddamn, I love the way you say my fucking name.” You could hear movement coming from behind you and you turned your head to take a look. You noticed Negan undoing the belt on his pants and pushing it down his legs. Suddenly, his erected member sprang free. You gasped, awaiting for what was to come. After the brief argument, you knew Negan was going to be rough and you couldn’t wait.
Negan pushed his foot out to gently spread your legs, which you willingly did for him. Instead, you pressed your hands against the wall and bent over for him, pushing your backside eagerly against him. You could feel the warmth of his member pressing against you, pulsating and throbbing.
“You want this bad, don’t you?” Negan said, grasping his member and running the tip along your slick opening.
“Negan, please…”
“Wow, what a fucking treat! I didn’t even have to ask you to beg and here you are, already doing it.”
“Negan!” You exclaimed impatiently.
“Say it then…” He pushed his tip inside of you, which caused you to gasp, but before you could take control and push back against him to allow him to enter you completely, you felt him pull away.
“Negan, stop playing around…”
“Oh, baby, I’m not. Say it. Who do you fucking belong to?” He continued the movements of running his tip along your slit, sliding into you just enough to give you a taste and then pulling back, leaving you empty, wet, impatient, and frustrated.
“No,” you replied. “Just fuck me.”
“Mm… Where are your manners, baby? You want it so bad, then fucking say it.” Negan suddenly slammed into you, feeling your tight walls surround his length, but before either of you could enjoy it, he pulled away. You let out a frustrated sound and suddenly turned around to face him.
Negan was smirking, slowly stroking his length as his eyes raked over your exposed lower half. Instead, you kicked away your jeans and removed your shirt and bra. Negan couldn’t help but watch you undress, feeling himself leaking at the sight of you.
“You are goddamn beautiful,” he commented.
You didn’t reply. Instead, you pushed him back against the bed, watching the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and ultimately falling back.
“I get a show and you are going to ride me? Fuck me!” Negan grinned, removing his white shirt and tossing it over the bed.
“Shut up,” you said. “You belong to me.”
Negan widened his eyes. The sudden urge to take control appeared and he pulled you to him, your body falling on top of his. You tried to grab his hands to place above his head, but he wasn’t letting up. Instead, he rolled over and placed himself between your legs while grasping your wrists with one hand and pressing them on the bed above your head.
“I think you’re mistaken. For the amount of times you’ve been on your knees for me, I’d say you belong to me,” Negan growled. With his free hand, he reached down and let his fingertips run across your wet slit. You gasped, your body shuddering for more contact.
“It’s all for show,” you retaliated. “At the end of the day, Negan, we both know you would do anything for me.” You stared deeply into his eyes, feeling his fingertips dance across your wet heat.
Negan’s eyes softened for a moment. While this was all fun and games, you and Negan both knew that there was love between you. Unspoken love, but love nonetheless.
“Mmm, I guess you fucking win…” Negan moved his hands to rest near your head, keeping his eyes locked onto yours and slowly sliding himself into you. “This time at least.”
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Summary: John pulls up on a vampire hunt only to find a young hunter he knows, Vivian, insisting on handling the hunt alone despite not knowing what she’s dealing with, leading him to reluctantly agree to help and teach her.
Characters: John Winchester (pre-season 1, JDM era), Vivian (hunter OC), and unnamed vampire OC.
Content: Hunting violence, vampire attack, and semi-public smut.
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Meet Me at the Farmers Market! - 3. Sunflower
Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader
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Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!
Rating: M
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Jealous! Joel Miller, Tommy is a meddling little shit, Joel is emotionally constipated, Joel checks out his new vendor neighbor like a fucking caveman!
Chapter Summary: Joel, meet Sunflower. This story takes place before parts 1 + 2.
Banners by @saradika
"I heard there's a new vendor this week."
Joel grunts, lugging the 10x10 pop-up tent from his truck as Tommy casually steps out of the passenger side, a cigarette dangling lazily from the corner of his mouth.
"Put that out, asshole, and come give me a hand," Joel says, dropping the tent onto the blazing Texas pavement.
Tommy flicks the cigarette out into the wind, snagging the pop-up table from the truck bed as Joel lines up the tent with precision, not a hair's breadth off from the designated markers.
"You ain't a bit curious about your new neighbor? Sylvie spilled the beans. Says it's some out-of-town florist, a friend from her college days. Rumor has it she's a looker... and flying solo," he says, shooting Joel a pointed look, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh yeah? and how did you get Sylvia to tell you this?"
"I have my ways."
"I'm sure you do."
"So, I was thinking..."
"No."
"Oh come on, Joel! You didn't even know what I was going to say!"
Joel grabs the last crate from his truck, slamming the tailgate in frustration as he shoves it into his meddling brother's chest. "Why would I be interested in some random girl who," he huffs, "I ain't know nothing about? What if shes..."
"Silvie showed me a picture of her, she's exactly your type!" Tommy pulls out his phone, flicking through his messages. "I just so happened to ask her to send me one of her photos..."
"I'M. NOT. INTERESTED." Joel snarls, gritting his teeth.
A JDM minivan, adorned with painted sunflowers, pulls up behind the brothers, a voice calling out as they bicker.
"Excuse me," a sweet and amused voice breaks through, observing the tense standoff between the two men. "Mind if I slip into my stall real quick?"
Joel pivots toward the voice, a glare etched on his face, irritated at being caught in this compromising and - rather fucking irritating - situation. "Just hold..." His words trail off as he lays eyes on the girl — no, a full-fledged woman, his new vendor neighbor. Goddammit, he thinks, she's fucking gorgeous. Fucking Tommy...
It's Tommy who speaks first.
"Well, hello there!" he calls out, a look of satisfaction on his face as he faces you. "Don't mind us, let us get out of your way!" he pulls him aside, rolling his eyes at his brother's sudden silence. "I fuckin' told you," he whispers in his ear. Joel swears he feels his satisfied told-you-so smirk as he pivots toward your direction, the smug bastard.
You pull into the stall next to his, your hair piled up into a messy bun, sunglasses perched on your nose. You're wearing an oversized flannel, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, hints of flowers - Jasmine? - delicately tattooed on your forearms. "Thanks!" you call out, your voice - your voice... The voice of a fucking angel, he thinks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nervously nods in your direction.
"Need a hand?" Tommy says as he approaches you, his hands in his back pockets. "Joel's just about done setting up, why don’t I give you a hand? I’m Tommy, by the way. That grumpy asshole right there is Joel.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I got..."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head off, Joel's a big boy, he can manage."
Joel rolls his eyes as he sees Tommy saunter over to you, opening your door as you step out of your van. He breathes heavily as he sees your legs pop out, the sight of your very short jeans cutoffs barely covering your... assets. Those shorts should be fucking illegal, he thinks as he fiddles with the collar of his shirt, suddenly too tight and constricting, the Texas sun and the heat suddenly plunging him headfirst into the depths of hell.
Joel glares at nothing as he watches the two of you from the corner of his eye, your head thrown back as you laugh - with your entire fucking body - at something stupid that his brother is telling you as you both look in his direction, Tommy's head shaking as you playfully slap him in response. How in the fuck does he make it look so easy? he ponders as he sees his brother effortlessly make buddy-buddy with his new vendor neighbor.
"Dad," Sarah calls out as she stands next to him, mindlessly arranging his woodland carvings on his vending table. "What the hell is up with you today?" she chides as she takes in her father's tense form, his hands clenching atop the table. She looks in the direction that her father is looking at, seeing her uncle standing next to you in your stall as you arrange several floral arrangements on your table. "Who is that with Uncle Tommy? She's new. She's pretty, Uncle Tommy doesn't waste a darn minute, huh?"
"I don't know," Joel grumbles. "Some transplant from out west. Sylvie's friend."
"Sunflower? That's her?"
"Sunflower?"
"Yeah, Sylvie's friend from Washington. They were college roommates, she's planning on opening a nursery in town sometime soon. Next to your office, I heard. I want to pick her brain, she's totally cool! She lived in Japan for a while, and learned ikebana!"
"Ike... what?"
Sarah rolls her eyes at her father's ignorance. "IkeBANA, the art of Japanese floral arrangement?" she motions to the flower arrangements on her table. "It's not like the stuff you get at the Whole Foods, it's totally fucking cool!"
"Language, girlie."
"Dad, I'm in college now, I'm a fully realized adult, and if I like to recall," she gives him a pointed look, "I didn't have the best influence about swearing growing up, especially with you and Uncle Tommy cussing each other out every five minutes!"
Tommy waves in your direction as he approaches Joel and Sarah, a wide smile on his face. "Shes somethin' else," he says to the both of them, placing an arm around Sarah as he nods in your direction. "Her family was stationed in Yokosuka back when she was in high school, that's how she learned how to do all of her arrangements and shit. She also does this thing where she fixes broken stuff with liquid gold... her pottery is fucking amazing! better than these fucking critters we be selling every weekend..."
"Kintsugi, Uncle Tommy. That's what it's called."
"Whatever it is, don't ya think she would be perfect for your old man?"
Sarah scoffs, punching Tommy in the ribs. "Didn't you just spend the entire morning flirting with her?"
"Tommy flirts with anything with two legs"
Tommy flicks Joel off. "I have you know, I was talking up your Papi for the last hour, tellin' her all about his woodland critters and how he's a business owner, shit, I even offered his services for her new nursery...."
"Tommy..." Joel warns, shaking his head in frustration. "We ain't got time for some new project..."
"Her new space is the one next to ours! you know, Jimmy's old spot! It's hardly an inconvenience! I'm sure judging how your mouth flopped like a fish when you laid eyes on her you wouldn't mind her being around so much as you like to deny it!"
"Hi," a voice interrupts the three of them, their eyes darting towards you in shock.
"Hey Sunflower!" Tommy clears his throat as he motions at you. "What's that tree you got in your hands? It's a baby!"
You look at the Bonsai tree in your hands, it's reclaimed pot laced with gold. "Oh, it's just a little gift for Joel, now that we're vendor neighbors," you reply, a shy smile on your face. You hand it over to Joel, his hands slightly gracing yours, as he looks at it in wonder. "It's in a reclaimed pot that I fixed with liquid gold... it's called Kitsungi. I hope we can be friends, and thank you for offering to help out with the nursery, Tommy told me you own a construction company..." you look up at him expectantly.
"Dad..." Sarah whispers, nudging him. "Say thank you!"
"Your tent is three inches off from your marker, by the way," he replies as he places the bonsai off to the side of his display table. "You might want to get that checked out, don't want to get a fine or anything like that."
"Oh," you reply. "Yeah, thanks for telling me..."
"What he means is, thank you, Sunflower. I'm Sarah, by the way. Joel's daughter," she cuts in, clearly embarrassed by her father's gruffness. "Don't worry, he's not always like this!"
"He's actually always like this," Tommy mutters.
"Well, It was nice meeting you all," you say as you look in Joel's direction. You nervously bite your lip as he looks at you intensely as he suddenly licks his lips in response. Tommy and Sarah both look at the interaction, giving each other a knowing look. "I hope to see you around," you say, turning as you walk back to your booth. "Thanks again!" Sarah yells at your retreating form.
"Joel... what in the..."
"Don't fucking say it, Tommy."
"You just looked at her like she was in fucking heat or something, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Don't!" he warns, looking in your direction as you bend over, grabbing a basket off of the ground. He adjusts his collar again, his face suddenly covered in sweat.
"Oh Dad," Sarah muses, looking in your direction.
"You're SO FUCKED."
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Jensen Ackles and Jeffrey Dean Morgan | New Jersey Convention, Main Panel (April 16, 2023)
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“hey dad! times been good to ya” (x)
when jensen and danneel had crushes on each other but were tied up with other people jensen wrote her a note that said “not now. but someday” and she still has it (x)
jdm was on jensens first date with danneel bc JENSEN INVITED HIM BC HE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A FIRST DATE (x)
jensen: jdm got off a motorcycle in slomo and i saw hilarie’s jaw on the floor. she had no idea who he was (x)
fan: fav backstage moment from cons jdm: when i told everyone i was having a daughter bc i wasnt supposed to (x)
jensen: when we announced the end of spn and at SDCC there were 7000 people and i told jared “take this in. this is it” (x)
*everyone arguing over an answer* jensen; glad we figured that out. great job jdm: im still confused (x)
jensen got in trouble for sharing info abt a project last con so he will not be saying ANYTHING (x)
fan; SOLDIER BOY COMING BACK? jensen: uh…….no comment (x)
theyre talking about their daughters jdm: mine will be the death of me jensen: one will be the death of me and the other will take care of me jdm; mine will be twerking over my grave jensen: HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW DADDY (x)
.@JDMorgan : the year I did #Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy changed my life #SPNNJ (x)
.@JensenAckles getting the part of Tony in West Side Story in high school was life changing - after his baseball coach talked him into doing it. (x)
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the drama teacher at Jensen’s school wanted him to be in the spring musical and his baseball coach was like “you’ve played with me for three years. go give this a shot i promise we’ll be in the front row” (x) a talent scout was at the play and told jensen that he had it and he should come to LA and he went “lol take a hike” (x) THE ROLE WAS TONY IN WEST SIDE STORY!!! and his whole baseball team was like “woah ” (x)
jensen: getting into the industry is harder now that it was back then jdm: i dont even know how to get an agent now jensen: yeah dont ask us for advice (x)
Question: Jensen, what was your favorite thing about soldier boy? JDM: the codpiece. *crowd laughs* JDM: sorry, I thought you were asking me. (x)
the boots soldier boy wore on the show are the same ones that dean wore on spn. they’re called carolinas (x)
jensen: jdm texted me when i was getting fitted and he was immediately like “SHOW ME THE COD PIECE” and i was like “perfect timing i have five of them lined up which one” AND JDM SAID “PICK THE BIGGEST ONE” (x)
fan; nash was amazing. is there hope for touring in the future for radio co? jensen: thanks it took a lot of drugs jdm: he’s not lying (x)
jensen: touring might be aggressive but anything is on the table (x)
jdm: i watched it online and i remember texting you being like “what the fuck is going on that was amazing” (x)
jensen looked at steve and said “this is a bad idea we should leave” right before going on bc louden swain KILLED and they didnt wanna follow that (x)
.@JensenAckles : even tho it was a vengeful mission, John set out to right a wrong. In The Winchesters we wanted to show John before that trauma. (x)
jensen says the pilot of spn “holds up today” (x)
fan: whats your fav format to play in (movies, tv, voice acting, etc) jdm; whatever has the best writing. we knew supernatural was going to be good by the first ep (x)
jensen turns towards tv bc he doesnt know where it’ll go and where it will end (x)
jensen: ive done soap operas and that was 20-24 pages of dialogue a day (x)
APPARENTLY ONE TIME JENSEN TAPED JEFF’S DIALOGUE TO HIS CHEST AND HE WAS LIKE “WE GOTTA GET THROUGH THE DAY LOOK AT MY TITS” (x)
JENSEN TALKING ABOUT FRIENDS AND HE YELLS “PIVOT” (x)
jensen: i heard “anyway you want it” in the car and almost got out before the second chorus hit bc i thought i was late for stage (x)
fan: go to karaoke song? jensen: have u ever done karaoke? jdm: never in my life. i think you asked me once and i said “goodnight 👋🏻 ” jensen: right but it was more like “goodnight 🖕🏻 (x)
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#Jensen Ackles#Jeffrey Dean Morgan#NJCon23#SPNNJ#Jensen: Panel Highlights#*#I really enjoyed their dynamic#and how supportive of each other they are#it's very genuine
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Teach Me
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Characters: Cal McCarthy x F!Reader
Summary: When spending a night alone at a dive bar leaves you smitten with a particularly skilled pool player you decide to take matters into your own hands.
Word count: 2.8K
Warnings: NSFW - Vaginal sex, repeated use of 'cowboy' bc I can, creampie, praise, dirty talk
A/N: Yes this is just an excuse to express my love for cowboy JDM. I know Cal is a deadbeat kinda asshole in the film (really sparked the daddy issues there), but I'd like to think he could be pretty affectionate with someone intimately. So that's what this is ;) P.S. I have never played pool in my entire life
The glass slid towards you, the liquor within it swirling and rippling for a moment before you stilled it with your hand. After grasping your fourth or fifth drink of the night you lifted your head to stare at the man that had captured your interest for the past hour, the undefeated master of pool, judging by the many victories and complete lack of losses he'd had the entire time you'd been watching him, and probably even before you arrived. He was handsome in that rough and rugged type of way, the way he'd lean up after taking a shot with the pool cue and his tongue would pass over his bottom lip, flashing a smile right afterwards that made your stomach flutter. And that cowboy hat? Well, he was totally your thing. You downed the last of your drink, throwing it back before placing it back down onto the counter and sliding off of the barstool. Call it liquid courage, but when you stood to your feet and started to approach him you knew you were only happy for this night to end in one way, and that was beneath him. He just got done with his latest match, his opponent grumbling something incoherent before storming off defeated whilst the man of the hour gathered his prize, a couple of twenty dollar bills sprawled across one edge of the pool table.
"Hey."
He turned to face you, folding the bills and stuffing them into his pocket.
"You looking to play?" He queried with slightly furrowed brows, the apparent confusion written all over his face as you didn't look the type to play pool.
You weren't.
"Oh no, god I'd be hopeless. Especially against the likes of you."
Your first bit of flattery draws a chuckle out of him as he leans back against the pool table, nonchalantly stuffing one hand into his pocket.
"And the name of the man whose emptied the wallets of about five guys in the past hour is?"
"Cal." He says, a smile still lingering on his lips as he took his hat off and rested it on the surround of the pool table.
You knew you were being rather forward, but he didn't seem to be refusing any of your advancements, and it only encouraged you further.
"Well, Cal," you started whilst you took slow steps towards him, "could you show me how to play?"
Despite the innocence in your eyes at your suggestion, your intention was entirely the opposite, and Cal knew it.
"Sure I can hon, just gimme a minute."
You nodded, trying not to seem overly enthusiastic about his acceptance of your impulsive offer. You watched as he set all of the balls into a triangular rack and then lifted it off to set it aside. He rounded the table back to where you stood and then chalked the pool cue, something you'd watched him do a dozen times since he'd caught your eye tonight.
"Who taught you how to play?" You asked out of pure curiosity as he placed the white cue ball down on the table and leaned over.
"My old man. Playing pool's in my blood, feel like I've been doin' it ever since I could walk." He remarked as he gave the cue ball a firm shot, and you watched as it collided with the others, breaking up the formation and scattering them out all over the table.
Cal watched them closely, like he was calculating something, and then walked to one side of the pool table.
"C'mere." He accompanied his demand by patting the wooden edge of the table, and you made your way to the space he indicated for you without the slightest hesitation.
He chalked the pool cue before passing it to you, and you took it from him, holding it rather awkwardly. It was painfully obvious that it wasn't natural to you. Cal made his way behind you, and it was hard to suppress the smug smile teasing at your lips when he carefully placed a hand on the small of your back.
"Show me your dominant hand."
You slightly raised your dominant hand, and his hand pressed over the back of yours, fingers closing around it to guide it to wherever it needed to be. He brought it to a point towards the back of the stick, then pressed it gently against your hip.
"Alright, lean over."
You did just that, bending over and feeling the way he was pressed up behind you as he moved in closer, his arms reaching around you. He peered over your shoulder as he reached for your free hand and placed it on the table.
"Spread your fingers apart."
You put some space between your fingers.
"And you're gonna wanna keep the cue here."
He moved the cue to the space between your thumb and index finger, and then moved his hands to rest on your hips. You hoped the subtle music and general ambience of the bar were enough to disguise the small hitch in your breath as he held you, as he touched you.
"Now just spread your feet apart a little, and relax. If you tighten up your grip you'll screw your shot."
You knew Cal was being serious in his advice, but you couldn't help but allow some of the words to have a double meaning. Especially since his groin was pressing into your backside, and he was practically husking every one of his demands into your ear due to the closeness. You slightly spread your feet apart, steadying yourself to prepare to take the shot, then took it. The cue ball tumbled towards a red one, hitting it at such an angle it ricocheted off the edge of the table and tumbled straight into one of the pockets. Maybe it was just beginner's luck, but the hands of the pro responsible for your newly acquired pool skills were still holding your hips, so you begged to differ.
"Oh shit!" You mumbled with a surprised giggle, and Cal's laughter mixed with your own.
"Atta girl." He praised as he pecked your cheek, his stubble pressing into your skin when he did, and then he leaned off of you.
A little flustered you straightened your back and turned to face him, passing the pool cue back to him. His fingers brushed over yours when he took it from you, and the way his eyes never tore from the gaze of your own keen irises had you weak in the knees.
"Not interrupting a game here am I?" The voice of a stranger interrupted your moment, and Cal turned to look at him with a slight tilt of his head.
"Not at all, you lookin' to play?"
"Sure as hell am." The man replied.
The stranger wandered off to retrieve a pool cue and Cal turned his attention back towards you, reaching past you to take his hat from where he'd laid it on the table and place it on your head, the odd feeling of a far too large cowboy hat sitting on your hair making you snicker.
"You stick around and we can talk some more after this game, how's that sound, doll?" He paired his words with his thumb and index finger taking hold of your chin, and you looked up at him through your lashes, tilting your head back slightly to stop the hat from obscuring your vision.
"Better yet." You drawled as you removed the hat from your head, using your free hand to smooth down your ruffled hair.
You leaned in afterwards till your lips were inches from his ear, the side of your face pressing into his stubble.
"You win this game and we'll go wherever you like, how's that sound?"
A beat passed before you leaned back to look at him, and the sense of pride you felt was instant. His eyes were glazed over with utter lust, and his top teeth were pressed into the underside of his bottom lip, though it was mostly disguised by the scruff of his beard.
"Alright, you're on." He murmured pointedly, moving to the pool table as his opponent returned, and you moved off to the side to spectate.
He never had to try all too hard to pull off a win, but if there was any sort of effort he could put in to secure his already outstanding chances, he was. Cal was making eyes at you occasionally throughout, eyes boring into yours with every perfect shot, and eventually, he'd wiped the table clean. Poor guy never stood a chance, or even took a single shot. Cal chuckled as he pocketed the last ball, turning to his slack-jawed opponent, and holding his hand out with an open palm in a self-congratulatory manner.
"Twenty dollars, right, pal?"
It was arrogant, but he had every right to be. The guy sighed as he reached into his pocket placing a twenty dollar bill into his palm and then walked off, smart enough not to attempt to win his money back in a rematch. Cal stuffed the money into his pocket with the rest of it before sauntering back towards you, and you made no attempt to disguise the admiration in your eyes. Not one bit. He took his cowboy hat back from you as you'd been holding it for him the entire short, almost one player game, and placed it back onto his head.
"So, how 'bout that bet?" Cal reminded with a shit-eating grin, like he was on cloud nine.
You laughed and placed one hand on his chest, running it down his button-up shirt.
"Lead the way, cowboy."
Cal was staying at a motel not too far, and your back was pressed against the inside of the door to his room before you knew it. His hands were all over you, caressing your waist whilst his lips moved against yours, only drawing a hand back once to toss his hat aside, and then it was on you again. He eventually pulled you from the door with the grip he had on your hips, slamming your chest against his whilst he spun you, beginning a slow walk that backed you in the direction of the bed until it hit your calves and sent you falling back onto it. After landing on the sheets you dug your fingers into the waistband of your mini skirt whilst Cal unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall down his shoulders until he shook it off, and then yanked the white tank top he'd worn beneath it over his head. As his top landed on the floor so did your panties, then his hands worked at his belt, undoing it before pulling it through the belt loops of his jeans and slinging it onto the floor to join the rest of the crumpled pile of clothing. Cal was impatient, his fingers quick to unbutton his jeans and let them carelessly fall to gather at his ankles, not even bothering to step out of them. Gazing down at you sprawled on the bed beneath him he slipped his hands beneath the underside of your thighs and pulled you towards him, the sudden jerk of your body and the way your lower half tipped over the edge of the bed before being supported with his own making you laugh.
"Eager much?" You teased as he lifted one of your legs and propped it up on his shoulder, his hand resting just above your knee to keep your leg straightened out against him, and he chuckled.
"Ain't this my reward for being such a damn good player?"
He'd shoved the waistband of his boxers down until it fell with the rest of the garments gathered at his ankles, something you hadn't noticed until you felt him sink into you, the sudden stretch around him eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips.
"Holy shit." You cursed, your hand instinctively seizing the wrist of the hand he was using to grip your hip.
It just felt like you needed something, anything to hold. Something to dig your nails into, something to ease you through the feel of his slow, intense thrusts. Every now and then, when he'd bury himself inside you and draw all the way back out again, his eyes would screw shut for a moment. His head even tipped back, and the groans that would rumble from his throat rendered the slow, punctuated roll of his hips inefficient. You needed more.
"Fuck Cal, just give it to me baby, please."
When he lifted his head to look back at you there was an eagerness to his eye that made you feel as though you should be bracing yourself. He planted a soft kiss on the inner side of your thigh before coming down closer to you, the way your leg was still propped against him allowing him to angle himself even deeper, the fullness making you whimper.
"You want it, huh?" He rasped.
All you could muster was the frantic nod of your head, the words in your mouth failing with the feel of every move he made, and he smiled. He brought your other leg up onto his shoulder and leaned down until he was practically folding you in half, the angle and the feel of your knees pressing against your chest winding you. Then, heaven. His thrusts were hard, the pace of his hips leaving you a breathless, moaning mess, eyes slightly rolling every time he buried himself inside you, over and over. It was an onslaught, something to which you succumbed to, especially when he crashed his lips against yours. He tasted like caffeine and cigarettes, a wildly fitting combination for the type of man he was. There was no way the thin walls of this motel were containing your cries, so the press of his lips would have to serve as the only way of muffling your earnest, untamed noises, every thrust drawing out a stream of euphonious, needy moans. He leaned back just to let you breathe, lips parting to speak.
"Damn, you sound so fuckin' pretty. You gonna cum, sweetheart?"
All you could do was fall into a string of curses and pleads, every one of your pretty pleases mixed in with your shaky sharp breaths bringing you both closer to release. He only fucked into you harder when he felt you clench around him, your head tipping back as your back arched and you felt the urge to squirm, but his body kept you pinned beneath him. It didn't take much longer for his relentless, undeviating thrusts to grow sloppier, the low, rough grunts flowing from his throat growing louder until he spilt inside of you. He stilled his movements and leaned up enough to allow you to move your legs, to which you languidly rested them on either side of his hips, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. When your shallow breaths eventually evened out he pecked your lips and leaned off of you, breath heavy as he straightened his back. Cal leaned down to slide his boxers back up his legs, then his loose-fitting jeans, and the space beside you dipped as he laid down at the head of the bed with a sigh.
"Well, don't think I ever had a pay-off like that before." He chuckled a little breathlessly.
You snorted your laughter, the flattery prompting you to lean up and crawl to him, his half-lidded eyes fixed on you as you moved to him and settled down on top of him, hands resting at his sides while you rested your chin on his chest.
"Lot more where that came from if you take my number, cowboy."
He grinned at the persistent pet name and used his index finger to pick your chin up from his chest, his thumb soon joining to cup your chin and tilt your head to look at him.
"I think it'd make me the stupidest man in the world if I didn't, course hon. Tell you what, you go get cleaned up and we'll grab a bite to eat."
His thumb dragged lightly across your bottom lip as he spoke, and you hardly had much to dispute when it came to the evening plans he'd sprung upon you.
"Sure." You muttered, a smile teasing at the corners of your mouth as you leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips.
You sat up afterwards, turning to make your way off the bed but halting for a moment when you felt a playful hand come down on your ass, the sensation making you let out a surprised gasp.
"Cal!"
He only laughed as you continued to scramble off the bed and spun to face him when you stood to your feet, the light of gratification in his eyes not lost on you.
"Go on, I'm hungry."
You rolled your eyes and headed to the bathroom, excitement in your step as you did.
The night sure as hell ended the one way you wanted it to.
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J2 Chicon Gold Panel 2023
The boys are looking gorgeous, Jared's hair has gotten longer and is so fluffy it’s very Sam Winchester 😍
Let’s hop right into the questions!
The first one isn't really a question it’s a fan letting them know what they'd like to see in a 16th season which is pretty much everything but the kitchen sink including the Walkerverse cast making guest appearances. Jensen says that would be an interesting challenge to pull off, he’s not sure how that would work. Jared says he’s gonna be really honest that now that he’s gainfully unemployed for the foreseeable future he’s thought it’d be fun to start trying to think of stuff but legitimately they can’t talk to writers because of the strike, they can’t have creative conversations right now but hopefully they [the writers] come to terms that are agreeable for everybody and they can start developing it while still looking like Sam and Dean. Jensen echoes that, and says that they have some time on their hands and think let’s make some phone calls then remembers they can’t, nobody will take their calls right now because everybody’s on strike. x
There were a lot of little nods to different shows in SPN, what other shows would they have liked to have given a nod to in the show?
Jared says it would have been fun to show up on TVD or Arrow, that they had buddies on all sorts of networks. Jensen says that they would always joke about the last episode of TVD just being the Impala rolling into town, and they often joke too about Sam and Dean showing up on TWD and just dealing with zombies in such an easy way by just walking away from them and they give an example of this, he also says that some didn’t even have lower halves they were just crawling how does that pose a threat to anything- I don't watch Walking Dead but I know those zombies have evolved so I wouldn't be so confident about being able to just walk away from them boys x
Were there any characters, like guest stars, that they wish had had a bigger role?
Jared answers that it would have been great to have JDM around more, and he thinks JDM wanted to be around but Grey’s Anatomy picked him up before they could, Grey’s made an offer and SPN didn’t know where s1 was going yet, and although selfishly he would have like to have had the dynamic of dad and sons more it’s kind of perfect for what the story became; looking at the show as a whole it’s like well that’s great cause it made Jared as Sam kinda want his dad more without being willing to say it so when they had JDM come back and at this point he starts laughing as he recalls that he hit Jeffrey in the balls by mistake which he says was the most epic shot in all years of SPN. Seriously, if you have somehow not seen that blooper look it up it's so funny.
Jensen would say there are kinda two lists. There are actors they would love to have come back and then there’s the list of the characters they would love to have come back and a lot of times they coincide for instance an actor and character he would have liked to have had explore the story more is Benny. He was such a unique character in that situation especially given that Dean has always been so black and white about if it’s a monster it had to die and here you have somebody who was a monster but was also a friend to him so he thought that posed some really good issues. But ultimately it’s a show about two brothers and that’s where it always kinda came back to; Jared mentions Sully, Jensen agrees, says again both the actor and the character were fantastic.
They ask the fan who they would have liked more of and the fan replies Charlie, Jensen says to have her more involved with the brothers story would have been great. x
If they could add another ep to SPN what would it be about?
Jensen would have just added one scene, in the scene where Sam and Dean get out of the Impala next to the barn when they go into the fight he would have just had Dean put on a backpack. Would have just added that little nugget. So it would have been like ow instead of 💀
Jared says they should have had an alternate ending where Jensen was like 'oh that could have been bad', and Jensen says were the rebar would have gone in the space between his arm and his torso.
Jensen feels like they did every episode imaginable, they did a musical episode, they did an episode with dancing like Fred Astire, they did one from the car’s POV there wasn’t a lot left unturned after 15 seasons.
A fan screams out gender swap and they reply they did a body swap but Jared adds that while he thinks it would have been amazing to do a gender swap and he bets the writers probably thought about it to be brutally honest he thinks it would have been really difficult to try and make sure that everybody knew it was in good fun, that they weren’t making fun of men or women. Fans would have known but maybe a broader audience wouldn’t have. x
What’s been their favorite fan interaction?
Jared can’t think of a specific instance off hand but something that has happened a couple of times is he’ll get the chance to talk to a fan and they’re with a friend and it seems like they’ve known each other their whole lives and they’ll be like ‘yeah we met on a chatline 5yrs ago, then met up at a con 2yrs ago and we’re best friends’. So seeing connection just seeing how the show has helped not just people enjoy it by themselves but strengthen their relationships. Sidenote: chatline my boy 😂
Jensen shares that Make-A-Wish would go to their set maybe like once or twice a year and that’s always a real treat and they try to make it as special as possible but the’s one that will always stand out to him and he doesn’t know if he can get through it without getting emotional but there was a youg lady about 13-14 yrs old and she had Leukimia or something- it was terminal and she went with her family, and her dad who was a firefighter he had a really beautiful ornate tattoo on his arm that was like a rose that went down to where he was holding it that represented her essentially but what really stood out about that visit was that he pulled them aside and he said through tears that there’s only so much that he can do as a father for his daughter but the smiles that they bring her on a daily basis when she watches their show that’s something he can’t bring and so he hugged them and said thank you for making his daughter smile even though she was dying essentialy, and that meant a lot to he and Jared and it’s one of those things that's like 'oh what we do here it does truly affect people', and there’s a saying in the industry 'we’re not curing cancer' and they’re not but what they might be doing is giving somebody a little bit of hope, giving somebody an escape from dealing with that; it just really hit home for him, it means a lot and it left a big impression. 😭
If they were a muppet which muppet would they be?
Jared would be Big Bird. Jensen would be Oscar the Grouch. And here’s your fun fact of the day, because when Jared answered Big Bird Jensen said that’s Sesame Street not Muppets before the fan said it counted, and it does because Sesame Street characters are technically Muppets! They were created by Jim Henson, and over the years there were actually crossovers between the Muppets and Sesame Street characters my personal favorite instance of this is the Muppet Family Christmas special from '87. And if you wanna bawl your eyes out you can see Big Bird pay homage to Jim Henson in his memorial by singing It’s Not Easy Being Green, both the Christmas special and that are available on youtube. x
Back to the boys, knowing what they know now were they to go to school tomorrow where would they go? And for what?
Jared quips the fan might not be far off because their industry is a little interesting right now. He thinks if he could go back to school there’s so much he’d love to learn, so many things he’s fascinated with he wishes there were 11 of him that could go and earn different degrees. One of the things he’s fascinated by is history and he thinks he would learn a lot about people and himself even from history, and that’s kinda what he tends to read is historical nonfiction, as of right now that would be his answer but ask him tomorrow and he might say French 😆 But he would love to learn more about history.
Jensen doesn’t know maybe a mechanics class, or they were just talking a little bit that morning about neuroscience and it’s just kinda fascinating what we know and what we don’t know about how the human brain works and functions, and another fascinating thing too is astrophysics. He says he and Jared were talking about this last night at which point Jared says Jensen has them in a rabbit hole but basically it was a conversation between Neil deGrasse Tyson and another astrophysicist and he was asking of what we can see and what we know of the universe how much has been researched in the last 50 years, and the professor said that if you were to take the universe and make it the size of the oceans on earth what we know and what we can see would be the equivalent of a 12oz glass of ocean water, and so if you were to say is there life out there well what we can see is no but that would be like taking your glass of water out of the ocean and being like there's no fish so that must mean there’s no fish in the ocean but clearly that’s not true, and Jensen finds that mindblowing.
Jared jokes this is why you don't want to be friends with Jensen cause you stay up all night trying to figure out what the hell he just showed you. x
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Question: Are there any characters, like guest stars, that you wish would have had bigger roles, I guess? Instead of just being guest stars in one or two episodes?
Jared: Yeah, great question. I think one of the obvious ones, and he's fresh on both of our minds because we were just making fun of his show? It would have been great to have JDM around more. [Audience cheers] Yeah, and I think he wanted to be around, and it was just Grey's Anatomy picked him up before we could? They made the offer and we didn't really know where season one was going yet - we being the writers and the studio, hadn't quite figured out - I think we were making Bugs [pointed cough], and like we've got to change this a little bit. But there are a bunch! But again, one of the strange things is, though obviously selfishly I would have liked to have had the dynamic of dad and sons more? It's kind of perfect for what the story became? Looking at Supernatural as a whole, it was like that's kinda great because it made Sam - it made Jared as Sam - kinda want his dad more without being willing to say it. So when he got to come back, and we hit him in the [gestures] nuts with the [laughing] - Which was the most epic shot in all the years of -
Jensen: It was amazing, it was amazing. Yeah, there's kind of two lists, I would say. There's the list of the actors that we would love to have come back and then there's the list of the characters, and a lot of times those, they coincide. For instance, this actor and this character are both ones that I would have liked to have had explored the stories of - Benny. Explore that story a little bit more. I just thought that was such a unique character and that situation, especially given the fact that Dean was always so kind of cut and dried, black and white about - it's a monster, its gotta die. Well, here you had somebody who was, but he had befriended him. So I thought that posed some really good issues, but ultimately it's a show about two brothers and that's where it always kind of came back to, which was fun. But yeah, there were a lot of -
Jared: Sully.
Jensen: Yeah, again, both the actor and the character were fantastic and would have loved to have worked more with - I'm trying to think of -
Jared: His character name?
Jensen: No no no no no, no, I'm trying to think of another one and I -
Jared: There's so many.
Jensen: There's so many, yeah.
Jared: Was there one that you had in mind when you asked?
Question: I just wanted Charlie to come back.
Jensen: I was gonna say Charlie is an obvious one, too, like to have her just kind of be a little bit more involved with the brothers' story, I think would have been great.
Jared: [points to fan from previous question who brought up some kind of megacrossover idea] Wonderfully, she's writing season 16, apparently, so ... Are you taking notes?
Jensen: Yeah, a little bit more Charlie.
Jared: A little more Charlie.
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Cann uuuu plas make negan x Virgin reader like anyway you want
Hi cutie!
Here are some GN!Virgin!Reader HCs. 18+ under the cut
requests are: open and encouraged
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Negan does his best to not go to far too fast, but he finds it difficult sometimes.
Given your inexperience, he loves to do his best to rile you up as much as possible. He likes to see how red he can get your cheeks to flush and how hard/wet he can get you.
All of the neck kissing and nosing. He loves the way it shoots goosebumps up and down your skin. Whenever he does this he likes to run his fingers down your arm and tease you for being so dirty.
When you decide you're ready, he does his best to make it special for you. A nice massage and having you up on his lap so he can feel you up and slowly strip you down.
He's reverent in the way he presses open-mouthed kisses up and down your body, telling you how gorgeous you are.
"Oh, my darling- is this all for me? God, you're gorgeous. Just fucking look at you. Perfect."
The first time he eats you out you cum on his tongue like a person possessed. He loves the way you yank at his hair.
The first time he fingered you open, he almost came untouched with how sensitive and tight you were
The first time he actually fucks you, it's soft and sweet. He's still Negan- and there's still light domination and throat holding, but he's so loving for you. He's in adoration of you.
After your first time he slowly starts introducing you to other kinks and things to try. And he always delights when you find something new to enjoy.
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Warning, FANDOM DRAMA
So as I continue to see my friend be stalked and harassed on tumblr I'm going to make this post. @guaranteedtojackyouup has been stalking @jdmorganz and making up lies about them because @londoncapsule was being harassed and @jdmorganz stood up for them. All in the name of @formerneganblogger who has been preaching about anti bullying but does nothing to stop their friends from attacking and harassing a heart patient. @formerneganblogger has hated me ever since I disagreed with her about something and blocked her. Since then I've been stalked and harassed. @londoncapsule is being harassed. @jdmorganz is having lies made up about her. I've been harassed for being bisexual, for my writing, etc. @jdmorganz has never been banned from anything nor have they ever bullied anyone. My followers and supporters have been contacted and harassed just for liking my stories. @formerneganblogger went to my followers and made up lies saying that I threatened her children to try to get them not to support me (I have screen shots) and anytime someone commented on my stories they were anonymously written and harassed for it. I have left @formerneganblogger alone from the very moment I blocked her other than when she was a coming to my blog to see my posts after she had been blocked. For someone who is being bullied herself, you think she would stop her "friends" from harassing others, yet here we are. I don't like tagging shit like this but @formerneganblogger @guaranteedtojackyouup and @onepostonemessage are now attacking and making lies up about a heart patient because she stood up for @londoncapsule and has always been very anti bullying. I'm disgusted that someone has so much time to waste to try to go after people who have blocked them.
If you are part of the negan or jdm fandom I suggest you send some love to @jdmorganz and @londoncapsule who have been our number one source for jdm material and now are being harassed because someone has some strange vendetta against people who don't agree with them. @londoncapsule and @jdmorganz deserve nothing but love and seeing a heart patient getting attacked has me floored. I'm sorry for tagging this and I promise I wont do it again but I think people need to be aware of the abuse that is taking place in the fandom and how things are absolute bullshit.
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His Good Boy
Summary: Jeff just loves to make Jensen suffer...
Rating: MATURE!!! THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!!
Word Count: 710
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Jeffery Dean Morgan (I said what I said)
Written For: @spnkinkevents
Prompt: Free Space (Daddy Kink/Praise Kink/Sub-Dom)
Warnings: *whew, here we go* SMUT! Penatrative Smut, M/M, Dom!JDM x Sub!Jensen, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Control Kink, Light Bondage, Pain Kink if you know where to look, Cheating, Language. Orgasm Control. Shaming, Begging. (I hope that's everything, cause I feel like I'm missing something)
A/N: *chuckles to self while heavily debating on not posting this...* This is the first bit if Kinky smut I've written in a long time. So be nice, cause I've NEVER written this kinda smut before. Any who, this is completely unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!
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"Please let me touch it, Oh fuck! Please, I need to touch it!" Jensen begged through gritted teeth, any pride or shame he had left had been thrown out of the window a long time ago.
His body was shivering, his thigh and leg muscles burning. Small beads of sweat rolled down his naked body, creating little lines of moisture that disappeared into nothing on top of his burning skin. His erect cock stood hard, red, and dripping between his legs. It was heavy, tingling, and full. He ached to touch himself as he watched it bob up and down seamlessly as he rode Jeff's cock in the same steady rhythm that he demanded of he keep pace to.
"Oh no pretty boy, what did Daddy tell you? You're gonna ride Daddy's cock until you cum untouched, and you're so close, to close to give up now," John said, his voice steady and even as his dark eyes watched Jensen bounce on his thick length harder, desperate and ready to fucking explode as Jeff tightened the grip he had on the belt that kept Jensen’s wrist tide firmly behind his back.
Jensen sobbed back a moan as his head lulled slightly, and he quickened his pace, his legs were twitching and jumping as he strained to somehow get himself off before he lost his goddamn mind while he all but rutted Jeff's cock deeper into his tight hole, adding even more delicious pressure to his prostate, and making his dick leak more as it twitched hard. Jeff moaned at the sight, damn near blowing his own load too soon.
"Come on Baby, you're not gonna cry and give up now are you? Such a good boy, taking my cock so well Jay. You're so fucking close, just let go, let yourself cum."
"PLEASE, HELP ME DADDY, PLEASE! JUST LET ME TOUCH IT FOR YOU!" Jensen pleased, and John's hips jerked forward, causing Jensen to be thrust forward and down again on Jeff's dick. God if he kept begging like that he was gonna make him cum in that pretty little ass of his, and he was gonna have his cum dripping out of his pretty little used hole, and into those expensive boxers during ops again. He's pretty sure one of the handlers could even smell it last time. The shame, that is...
Jeff continued to fuck upward unto Jensen as Jensen’s desperation grew, and he rode and rutted Jeff's cock into him with vigor, his whole body vibrating with pleasure and pain. It was a site Jeff would surely commit to memory.
"Shhhh," he hushed him, "Don't want Dee and Hil to know your Daddy's favorite little cock slut, and they're just outside that door there with your fans. Don't want them to know either now, be a good boy and cum for Daddy."
Jensen growled as his perfect white teeth sank into his lower lip, and his cock twitched again before cum, hot and white shot onto Jeff's bare chest, and Jensen’s body twitched and jerked above him as he finally found his release. The chair Jeff was sitting in creaked loudly, but he didn't care much
"God Boy, such a good boy," John moaned as he helped Jensen from his own cock and onto his knees, his hands still firmly tied behind his back. Jensen was so weak and pretty, his body still cock drunk and shivering lightly. What a fucking sight.
"Now," Jeff said as he stroked himself hard and fast right in front of Jensen's pretty, panting mouth. "Open up, and swallow like the good boy you are."
And he did, he was always such a good boy, next time, he was going to have to let him touch it.
Jeff moaned at the thought as he came into Jensen’s hot, waiting mouth, bracing Jensen’s jaw with one rough hand as Hilarie knocked outside of the door.
"Jeff! Baby! Have you seen Jensen? The handlers need him at autos!" She called, Jeff smirked down at his favorite little fuck toy while he worked to free his hands.
"Na babe! Haven't seen him! Maybe Jared has!" He called back over his shoulder, and Hil cursed as she marched off to find Jared.
"Now go clean yourself up, you have a con to finish, and when it's over, if you’re a good boy, I might fuck you again later."
"Yes sir," Jensen answered breathlessly as he watched Jeff slip out of the room after cleaning himself up and dressing quickly.
And fuck he couldn't wait to be his good boy.
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About a year ago I asked how JDM would stack against the other contenders at 170. Since then he's had three fights and his last he knocked out Burns a strong wrestler and grappler. After everything you've seen in the past year how does he stack up with the rest of the current division? Guys like Shavkat, Belal, Edwards, Ian Garry, Sean Brady, etc.?
I think the good thing for JDM is that, at this point, Burns is probably the best shot wrestler at the top of 170lbs. Edwards is ok at it but a lot of his takedowns come from extensive clinch wrestling. Same with Shavkat. His lead foot heavy style, forward pressure, and questionable wrestling instincts (shouts to him going for that same wizzar kick he ‘hit’ against Basil Hafez in the 3rd round against Burns) make him a target for guys who can get down underneath him. It’s why Hafez was able to take him down. Burns was able, intentionally or not, to turn those big level changes into big offense in the 2nd when he landed that big elbow and the overhand. Both came outs hat ducked down position. And JDM showed he’s a tough guy to keep down. He can really scramble up when he needs to.
I don’t take Sean Brady seriously in this match up. Man’s ability to wrestle and boxing defense completely evaporated in the face of Belal’s pressure. And that is Belal. For as talented and relentless a grappler he is, how can I trust him if he gets tagged and can’t immediately grab hold?
I do not trust Leon Edwards against high volume pressure fighters. Never have, never will. There’s a chance that Edwards is able to pick off JDM from range and keep the fight at a brisk pace, but I do not trust him to do that for 5 rounds. Like Nate and Colby were able to eventually find paths to their offense. If they can manage to do that in 25 minutes, I trust a big punching switch hitter like JDM with actual pressuring mechanics.
The best analogue for a Belal match up is probably Luque. Much like Burns, Belal was able to use lateral movement to set up his entries. Where I think JDM would have success over a guy like Luque is that he will likely not overstay his welcome. Luque is foot slow and Belal was able to turn him, occupying him with his hands while moving and then shooting for the leg. The concerning thing for JDM is he also likes that high crotch single leg on southpaw fighters. That said, I think I’d favor JDM. Belal does really struggle with southpaws and I have to think that a fighter with a more active lead hand and less likely to just plant and fire back makes him more he less likely to shoot in.
Ian Garry is weird. We’ve seen him struggle with a pressure fighter before (was it Gabe Green) but he managed to overcome with some really smart adjustments. The problem is that he recently fought Neal and just looked pedestrian at dealing with pressure. To the point a lot of his responses were turning and circling out at full speed. Not what you want to do against JDM.
Shavkat is by far the most interesting fight. A guy who will not let JDM pressure. Who will tie up with him if he does get backed up. A guy who is a smooth operator at mid range. But also a guy who we’ve seen hurt by crafty southpaws on the inside and outside. He’s not going to be able to get underneath JDM for easy takedowns and since Maddalena does not really kick, the takedowns are coming from the clinch. If he got JDM down, I trust him the most to actually do damage with any top position he gets. Also, he’s got those amazing knees that I could see JDM getting caught with should he look for the rear hand. I’m curious if he’d fight Shavkat out of southpaw because while he had some issues, a lot of his best offense was beating up on Neal by taking advantage of the angles the open guard match up presents.
They’re all great fights though. Hopefully we get the JDM vs Shavkat fight. Either for #1 contender or the title, should one of them beat Edwards.
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soooo, I'm trying to clear out my wips (the one-shots at least) so which one do you wanna read more?
escort!jensen/ businessman!jdm pining idiots in love obliterating boundaries
OR
jeff/jared relationship building and first time for i'm gonna teach you some french
idk lmk or something
#pretty sure i know the answer but whatevssss#pollssss#ami writes#wips#i'm gonna teach you some french#can't buy me love
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i am 95 percent certain that that is not the same actor that drove the truck in the last episode???
exactly why are those hospital sweat pants so fucking good for
that's u bro
the title screen is suuuch a glow up
is this where john makes a deal with a demon and saves dean??
i do love that sam says the same thing dean did
dean literally like died twice in 23 episodes.
dean fixes the car himself doesn't he??
jim is so young
good to get dean to have feelings when he knows it doesn't matter much
why is the ghost so fast lololol
"Go to hell" OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA
also of course there's shit going on in the hospital where dean almost dies
i remember her!!
he's such a kind soul
"it felt like dean" ugh fml
"you always have a choice" like you, when you died on a nail for no reason
DR KRIPKE wowwwww man
i think this is such a cute shot when they sit cross legged in front of each other
ohhhh i forgot about that one!
ANGEL WATCHING OVER HIM
demon here but still
DUDE???
it is healing that john says it but also... he's just doing it cause he's dying and then cas is gonna do the exact same thing wow
do they bring hom back? they must right? jdm is on cons, he can't have just been there for the first season
also such a crazy ep to start a season with
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