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imyourbratzdoll · 3 months

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - when the world was good, negan had always visited the strawberry shack after work and when the world ended, he didn't expect to find the place still up and running.

warning - smut, gloryhole, creampie, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Negan stared shocked at the building still standing as though it had never been touched by the apocalypse. The sign still flashing ‘The Strawberry Shack’, no sign of the dead around. He was brought back to when the world was fine when the dead didn’t walk. He remembered finding this place and heading inside, finding the perfect woman each time. That woman being you, you were the one he’d cheat on his wife with. You’d take away all his thoughts and feelings. He wondered if there was anyone inside, so with large strides, Negan heads toward the building and enters. Stopping short as he sees the same woman sitting at the front desk.

“Hiya hun, nice to see ya again. What would you like?” She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the counter, staring at him as she waits for his response.

“Sex, sugar. But I got no cash.” Negan watches, waiting to wake up and for this to be a dream.

The woman waves her hand, “Don’t worry, hun. It’s free of charge for our favourite customer.” She smirks, “You know where to go.” He nods, walking toward the door and he surveys the room. It seems that only one person is working, and he’d recognise that arse anywhere.

“I see you’re still working, sugar. Even with the hell going on outside.” He walks closer, eyes focused on how you clench around nothing at his voice. “How I’ve missed you. Shit.” He groans, feeling his cock harden and throb. Negan grabs the flesh of your arse, giving it a good squeeze before he reaches down and plays with your clit. “Fuck, sugar. You’re already so wet for me.” He leans Lucille against the wall as he reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his cock. Giving it a few strokes, watching precum leak for his swollen tip. “So, fucking hard for you.”

Negan lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down as he collects your juices before he slowly pushes into you. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, leaning one hand against the wall while the other grips your hips. “Jesus, sugar. You’re so fucking tight!” He groans, sliding deep inside of you before pulling back out and thrusting in, repeating the movements over and over. “Shit!” His balls slap against your clit, causing you to dig your nails into the bench beneath you, your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper.

Your moans fill the room alongside the slapping of skin, you wiggle your arse, pushing up against him, causing him to go deeper inside of you. “That’s it, baby girl. You gonna let Daddy breed you, huh? Pump you full of my cum like before? You miss being full of me, sugar?” Negan’s words cause you to clench around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes! Yes! Please breed me, Daddy! Pump me full!” You whine, your toes curl as you cum, coating Negan’s cock with your juices. He grips your hips harder, burying himself deeper inside of you as he cums, coating your walls with his white cream. You sag, sinking into the bench beneath you.

“Fuck me, sugar. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. Might have to take you with me.” Negan groans as he gently pulls out of you, tucking his cock back into his jeans and pushing his cum that leaks from your cunt back in. You let out a huff, your lower half tingling. “I gotta go, sugar. I hope we meet again.” He pinches your cheek before grabbing Lucille, swinging his bat over his shoulder and walks off, giving the woman at the front desk a nod before leaving, heading back to his sanctuary.

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negans-lucille-tblr · 3 months

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The Luckiest | JDM x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A premier leaves Y/N feeling insecure, but luckily her husband knows how to help.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader (Reader is about Jensen’s age)

Tags: Daddy kink, insecure!reader, insecurities, minor angst, oral sex (fem rec), p in v, praise kink, validation, fluff

WC: ± 2.7K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

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“Wow, Danneel looks incredible,” you sigh, your eyes landing on the dress that looks like it was handmade for Dee’s exact figure. Her hair and makeup are just as flawless as the rest of her, and she poses with her husband effortlessly as you shuffle awkwardly next to your own husband.

“She looks nice,” your husband agrees, “but you look better.”

You scoff at him, shaking your head in disagreement. Even though you and Dee are nearly the same age, you feel like your days of looking anywhere close to as glamorous as she is are past you. She’s even managed to have three kids and still look that good, and that just doesn’t seem fair.

You glance back at your husband to see him rolling his eyes.

“What?”

“You,” he chuckles softly. “I can practically hear your thoughts.”

“Oh yeah, and what am I thinking then?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re thinking that you’re not as pretty as her, and that you’ll never be that pretty, but you’re wrong,” he insists with a nonchalant shrug. He pauses when the organiser you’re standing beside ushers you onto the photo line. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful, perfect girl here,” he adds casually, stepping out to begin posing for the cameras.

You feel a little flustered for a second, just staring after him as the flashes illuminate him. He looks so perfect tonight in his suit without a tie. He looks over at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifts his hand and beckons you over with a flick of two fingers. You immediately obey, sliding up to his side where you feel totally safe, and pay the cameras no mind, finally putting the thought of your comparison to Dee out of your mind for a moment as you ride the high of Jeff’s recent words.

You giggle when he leans down to kiss your cheek and then he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes hot breath against your skin.

“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he growls softly, making your insides flutter.

“Can we go soon?” you plead with your husband once all the formalities are over with and there’s just alcohol and mingling left. “I’m tired and my feet are killing me,” you complain, shuffling around in your uncomfortable heels.

Jeff chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor to your shoes, before looking back up and into your eyes.

“Five more minutes? I promised Jared I’d have a scotch with him,” Jeff explains softly, and you whine quietly under your breath but don’t protest too loudly, afraid of offending someone around you. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he smirks devilishly, and then slips away, off to find Jared, you presume, and you wonder just what he means by making it worth the wait.

Your mind at first thinks of something sexual, because after that smirk, you’re pretty sure he was coming onto you, but you can’t think of anything worse right now. You’ve spent the night surrounded by women far prettier and slimmer and better than you in every single way, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball of self pity and sleep this whole evening off. You’re not sure what’s really gotten into you lately, but you’ve never felt this badly about yourself before. You’ve never loved yourself, but your insecurities have never gotten this bad. But then you suppose you and Jeff have been married a short while now, and the ‘honeymoon’ phase died off a little while ago. He used to barely keep his hands off of you, and while he still says the right things and calls you beautiful and makes you feel loved, it’s been a while since you’ve been made to feel sexy.

When Jeff finally pries himself away from the boys, he finds you once again, and wraps his arm around your waist, finally putting you out of your misery and telling you you can go home. He leads you out to the limo quietly, and opens the door for you to climb in, getting in alongside you. The driver takes you home, and you sit in silence with your husband in the back for a short while, just looking out of the window until you feel his hand on your thigh. Turning your head you catch his eye, and offer him a weak smile at best, feeling truly exhausted and ready to get out of your stupid dress, feeling like you’re trying too hard.

Jeff doesn’t say anything, and his eyes leave yours as he glances towards the driver, the partian most of the way up, so he reaches over to the switch and closes it completely. That’s when his hand slips down your thigh, to the hem of your dress, and then under it, moving back up to where it was, only this time, on your bare skin.

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, even though you know the driver won’t hear you through the privacy screen.

“I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you as long as I could, but I don’t think I can resist any longer,” he states matter-of-factly.

You scoff and shake your head, wondering if he’s just saying and doing all this to make you feel better. He’s not acted like this since you were dating.

“Jeff, c’mon,” you sigh, pushing his hand away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, blinking.

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” you insist, feeling tears begin to press at the backs of your eyes as you look out the window again.

“Is this about Dee?” he asks, his hand once again on your thigh, but this time it’s lower down, over your dress, and he squeezes it lovingly.

“No… yes… maybe… I don’t know, Jeff, I’m just tired, and I feel shitty,” you finally conclude.

Jeff sighs heavily, his thumb brushing back and forth along your leg. “Alright,” he finally relents, and much to your disappointment he lets go.

For a moment, you feel annoyed that he hadn’t tried harder to cheer you up, wondering if he too thinks that Dee is more attractive than you, and when you glance over at him to wonder what he’s thinking, his eyes are fixed on his own window, and stay that way for the rest of the ride home.

It’s even quieter between you as you get through your front door, and you’re even more determined to get into comfortable clothes and go straight to bed, but before you can make your way to the stairs, you feel Jeff’s hand wrap around your wrist and tug you backwards, bringing you towards him.

“Jeff, please,” you whine, but when you finally look up at him and see the darkness in his eyes, you pause your protests.

“Jeff?” he questions, “have you forgotten your manners, young lady?”

“No, Daddy,” you reply, almost so quickly it’s embarrassing.

“That’s better,” he nods, and a tiny smirk dances along his lips. “Now, do you really want to go to bed, or do you want Daddy to remind you just how perfect he thinks you are?”

Jeff hadn’t pulled out the ‘daddy’ card in a long time, and instantly you remember back to the days spent between sheets when you first started dating, and how he would be so perfect at taking control, but there was always something so soft and caring with everything he did. You were his, you belonged to him, he could make you do anything he wanted, but in return he made you feel safe and protected, and like the most special thing in his world. And that’s when it hits you. This is what you’d been missing, this is what made you feel good about yourself before, and since it stopped, it’s like you felt like part of you had been taken away. And, of course, Jeff is just utterly perfect and can somehow read your mind and know you better than you know yourself. So of course, he knows exactly what he’s doing right now.

“I think I need a reminder,” you finally tell him, your voice quiet and soft.

“I think you’re right,” Jeff nods in agreement, pulling you tight against him, reaching up to caress the side of your face lovingly. “Because I don’t like the way you talked about my baby girl tonight.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you’ve let him down somehow.

“That’s okay. It’s my fault, I forget to remind her how she drives me crazy. I stopped telling her how often I find myself watching her, wishing I could be inside her all day every day. I guess she doesn’t realise how often I find myself thinking about fucking her.”

You whimper at his words, your legs becoming wobbly for a reason other than your heels, now. Your aching feet are the last thing on your mind as your pussy begins to drip in your panties, and you rub your thighs together for friction.

“I just wish she’d believe me whenever I do tell her these things. Because I really couldn’t wait to get her home tonight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her skin, couldn’t wait to rip this dress off and leave it on the floor. She was the only one that could steal my attention tonight.”

“Is that why you had a scotch with Jared?” you bravely sass, and Jeff chuckles, a little darker than usual which only makes your insides flutter.

“If I remember rightly, teasing is one of your favourite forms of foreplay,” he smirks, and you pout your lips, hating that he’s right and he knows you that well. “Now if you don’t mind, baby girl, I think I’ve been patient enough tonight,” he growls lowly, bringing his lips to within millimeters of yours. “I wanted to spend the car ride there with my mouth between your legs, but I didn’t wanna ruin your outfit.”

“Well you can ruin it now,” you breathe out, “Daddy,” you quickly add when you remember.

“Good,” Jeff growls, his hand twisting into your hair as he closes the gap between you and kisses you fervently.

You expect him to move it towards the stairs, or maybe even lift you and carry you to your bedroom, but Jeff does no such thing, and after a few moments of making out in the hallway, he begins to guide you backwards, towards the couch in the living room, pushing your back against the tall arm. You're just tall enough to slide your ass onto it, and Jeff’s lips leave yours as they drop to your thighs, and he eagerly pushes your dress up your legs and pulls your panties to one side, placing sloppy, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart.

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine, pushing your fingers through his hair and making him chuckle against your skin.

“I’ve missed that word on your lips,” he groans, biting down on your skin playfully.

“I’ve missed it too,” you admit, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking perfect, look at you. How did I get so lucky, hm?” he hums, and then licks a stripe through your slick, only moaning louder as the taste hits his tongue.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back in the ripple of pleasure that washes over you at the first sensation between your legs.

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, licking another stipe, and another, before sucking your clit between his lips.

He dines on your pussy for what might be hours, and your legs tremble and shake around him when you release your third orgasm onto his tongue, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high, only to feel Jeff’s mouth build it back up once again.

“Please, Daddy, want your cock so bad, please,” you beg, wearily.

“How can I resist when you beg so fucking pretty?” he groans, finally standing at full height, unzipping his slacks and fisting out his rock hard cock. You moan at the sight which makes him chuckle, and instinctively your legs widen further as if to invite him in. “Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Jeff growls, his lips and beard still glistening with your slick. “I could make myself cum just watching you like this,” he smirks, his fist slowly moving up and down his shaft.

“No,” you whine needily, wanting him inside you before he even thinks about ending this. “Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you beg.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, stepping forward. He reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to look right at him, his cock teasing your entrance. “Do you wanna know what me and the boys talked about tonight?” he asks, and you instantly nod your head, wanting to know absolutely anything he is willing to tell you right now. “I told them how I couldn’t wait to get you home, how lucky I was that out of all the girls there tonight, you were the one I married… I told them how hard you made my cock the second I saw you in this dress this evening,” he tells you. “And d’you know what Jensen said?”

You shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. “No,” you whine, still desperate for Jeff to stop teasing and push his cock inside you already.

“He told me he couldn’t blame me, told me I was a lucky guy,” Jeff confirms, a smirk spreading over his mouth. “I couldn’t agree more.”

The fact that someone else thinks that you’re attractive – someone who is married to someone as perfect as Danneel, no less – seems to do wonders for your confidence, and if you hadn’t already started to lift out of your funk thanks to Jeff’s words tonight, this would’ve certainly done it alone. Jeff seems to choose that exact moment to sink into you, and your eyes roll in pleasure as he hums and whispers about how perfect you feel, and how he never wants to fuck another pussy, how yours is the only one he ever wants wrapped around his cock again.

His constant praises and brutal thrusts are enough to keep your climaxes coming, over and over again as you desperately try to hold onto your last remaining shred of sanity, but by the time Jeff’s through with you, you’re barely able to move, and your whole body trembles in his hold when he finally pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair as you both recover on the couch together. You smile happily to yourself, feeling so much better than you had been earlier this evening, and maybe it’s the countless orgasms he ripped from your body, but you feel like maybe you could believe at least some of the things Jeff had told you.

“You were lying weren’t you?” you finally ask, looking up at him.

“I don’t lie to you, baby girl,” Jeff insists, with no room for an argument in his voice.

“Jensen didn’t say that,” you tell him, adamantly.

“He did, actually,” Jeff chuckles. “Actually made me a little jealous,” he admits. “I urm… I know I’m not as attractive as him, and he’s younger, could probably keep up with you better,” he blushes.

You scoff, sitting up to shake your head at him. “Are you kidding? I was the luckiest girl there tonight.”

Jeff shakes his head, and you quickly realise that you’re not the only insecure one in your relationship, and you wonder if this is how you make Jeff feel when you say similar things about yourself.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you announce. “I’ll start believing you if you start believing me.”

“Alright, deal,” Jeff nods, smiling softly. “But on one condition,” he adds, which makes you frown slightly. “We bring that Daddy thing back because fuck, that was hot.”

You laugh and nod your head. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay with that,” you smirk.

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captsharonstark · 9 months

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"Sometimes the eyes speak much louder than the mouth ever could." -Steve Wentworth.

Negan and Maggie looking at each other throughout Dead City 1x06 (Doma Smo).

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eufezco · 6 months

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this is me every time i see a new post under the negan tags

#negan #negan smith #negan smith smut #negan smith fluff #negan smith angst #negan fluff #negan smut #negan angst #jeffrey dean morgan #twd negan #negan x reader #the walking dead negan #the walking dead #twd

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rickswh0r3 · 7 months

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okayyyyy, might post a negan edit rnnn

who wants to be in the taglist ??

#i promise a rick one is coming #comment pls if you want to be tagged #i am in a little negan phase okay?#the walking dead #negan #negan smith #jeffrey dean morgan #negan angst #negan smut #negan x oc #negan x y/n #negan x you #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #twd negan #negan imagine #twd

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 2 months

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Damage Control - 2x01 In My Time Of Dying

“Dad! Dean! Dean!!”

No answer. Next to Sam, in the wrecked Impala, his father isn’t moving, and in the rearview mirror, his brother is completely still, blood from a new head wound running down his corpse-pale face.

No.

“NO!”

Sam’s head is still spinning from the crash, he can’t see out of his right eye, and it’s quite possible that he’s doing damage to himself by moving, but he doesn’t care. Grunting, he leans over to his father, checking for a pulse. He has to block out the rushing of his own blood and the shocked blathering of the truck driver who’s hovering uselessly outside.

“Is he alive?” the man whimpers and, thank God, yes, Sam feels a steady pulse under his fingertips. Dad’s breathing, too, his chest rising and falling steadily. Unconscious, but alive.

“Call an ambulance!” Sam shouts at the truck driver. “9-1-1! Now!”

The man stares, blinking. Then he stammers: “I- I-… I’m sorry! I can’t, I have to…”

Incredulous, Sam sees him stumble away and off into the darkness.

“Sonofa-“ Sam wipes blood out of his eye, his anger flaring so white it momentarily blots out the pain.

Dean.

He has to shove the driver’s door open with his shoulder and tumbles out onto the tarmac in a heap. Nausea wells up as the world sick-cycles around him. Concussion? Probably.

Dean.

He drags himself to his feet, fumbling for his phone, but it’s not in his jacket pocket anymore. Must’ve lost it in the crash. The Impala’s rear passenger door puts up even more of a fight, and panic wells up in Sam as he pulls and pulls and eventually hammers against the glass, his brother so frighteningly pale and motionless right behind it.

Please, no, he can’t be, he’s not…

Sam lurches over to the trunk and somehow manages to yank it open. He grabs the first heavy thing he can find - the sawed-off Dean made when he was just a boy - and uses its butt end to smash the window. Glass covers Dean like snow now, and Sam reaches inside, brushing shards off to press two trembling fingers to Dean’s carotid.

Come one, come on…

The world stops. Everything stops as Sam wills his fingertips to feel something.

There!

Relief almost makes his legs buckle when he finds a heartbeat. It’s thready and too fast - blood loss, Sam’s brain telegraphs - but it’s there. Shifting his hand to Dean’s nose, he feels a faint puff of breath against his skin as well.

“Dean?”

Sam gently grabs his brother by the shoulder and shakes, mindful not to jostle him too much. Then he pats his cheek, grimacing at the ugly, gaping wound on Dean’s forehead. The sight makes his stomach lurch.

“Dean, can you hear me?”

He can’t. His head lolls against the backrest like a rag doll’s. A wave of desperation and dizziness rolls over Sam. He drops his head to his chest, breathing hard, his vision blacking out for a second. His back is starting to seize up, half-leaning into the car like that, and his legs feel like rubber.

Phone.

“Dad!” he shouts, hoping his father may have come around up front, that he’s not entirely alone with this fucked-up mess anymore.

No luck. John Winchester remains unmoving in the front seat, blood everydamnwhere, and Sam swallows a lump in his throat that might be tears or his stomach contents pushing up, who knows.

Phone.

Clinging to the window frame, ears buzzing, he reaches back inside, patting Dean down for his cell phone. He’s got to have one. He always keeps it in the inside pocket of his jacket, it’s gotta be-

Sam almost cries with relief when he feels its hard rectangular shape. His fingers slick with Winchester blood - his own, Dad’s, Dean’s? - he fumbles until he’s got the phone out, then he lets himself slide down to the ground, his back against the ruined car, the phone clutched in his hand. His hand tingles when he lifts it, and he has to squint through a reddish haze to see the buttons-

Fuck.

The small screen is smashed. The phone’s dead.

The ground drops out from underneath Sam. Bile shoots into his mouth. He leans to his right, one palm in the dirt, gagging. Vomit splatters against the side of the Impala.

Dean’s gonna kill him.

Sam spits and the world capsizes, and then he feels cold tarmac and grit against his cheek, and he passes out.

xxx

He comes around to the thwup-thwup sound of rotor blades and to latex-gloved hands cupping his cheeks. A bright light shines into his one good eye.

“...hear me? You with me, buddy?”

Sam swats at the light. His head is splitting in two.

“Wha- yeah…”

A man in a blue uniform swims into half-focus in front of him.

Medic.

The car crash.

The demon.

Dad.

Dean.

“Where are-…?”

Vision swimming, Sam looks around for his father and brother - or tries to, since the medic quickly locks his head in a firm grip.

“Whoa, buddy, easy! Keep your head still! You may have injured your neck. Just don’t move, alright? We’ve got you!”

It’s the familiar soothing blah-blah Sam’s heard from EMT’s before, and although he struggles against the man’s grip, asking about Dad and Dean again and again, they slap a neck brace on him and wrestle him onto a stretcher. Someone tapes something over his eye and he feels the sting of a needle in his hand. Pain pulses through his head and down the right side of his face.

“Please! My dad and my brother! Where are-“

Bucking against the straps, he sees a stretcher being rushed past him. A glimpse of salt-and-pepper hair. Dad. A helicopter idles somewhere behind him, deafeningly loud. The place is swarming with EMT’s. The sky is too bright above him. If he could only see…

“Are they even alive?!” Sam’s desperate shout drowns in the din. He fights to sit up, and then he’s in the back of an ambulance, doors slamming shut, and something warm rushes up the vein in his arm, to his head, softening it all and taking the pain away.

xxx

He’s in an ER when the sedation or the morphine or whatever they gave him wears off a little. Everything’s still cottony, fragmented, muted. Lights and blue scrubs, people bustling around him. Voices. Beeping. The smell of blood and disinfectant. Sam wrinkles his nose against the nausea.

The neck brace is gone; he can turn his head. Still no vision on his right side. A bandage itches on his face. To his left, a curtain, half drawn. Pain-filled moaning. Naked legs shifting on a gurney, one of them bloody, a nurse holding it down. On the floor, discarded, cut-off pants and a familiar pair of boots.

Dad.

Sam pushes himself up on his elbows. The room pirouettes, and a ring of pain flares around his covered eye. Sam gasps and digs his fingers into the bedsheets, but he remains upright.

Dad’s alive. Where’s Dean?

Determined, Sam swings his legs off the gurney - and almost falls over, face forward.

“Easy there, sweetheart!” Hands are on his shoulders, pushing him back. A round, dark-skinned face in front of him, brown eyes motherly staring him down. “You were in an accident. You’re in no shape to get up. Just lay back down. You’ll be alright.”

“My brother, please!” Sam blurts, his tongue too thick in his mouth. “Is he alive?”

“If you stay calm, I’ll check. What’s his name, honey?”

Sam hesitates. They never give their real names, but he has no idea if Dean’s been conscious, or his father, and which alias they used.

“I’m not…”

The nurse frowns, still trying to ease Sam back down on the gurney. “You don’t know his name? Do you remember yours?” She studies him intently, reaching for a penlight in her breast pocket.

“I do, I just-”

Sam stops talking when a gurney bed is rushed past, surrounded by nurses, doctors and medical equipment. The patient on it has a bandage wrapped around his head, pushing up his spiky hair. A breathing tube protrudes from his mouth.

Sam’s heart skips a beat. “That’s him! That’s my brother! What’s going on? Where are they taking him?!”

He’s still half on, half off his own gurney, but so wobbly that he’s no match for the matronly nurse. “I’ll find out if you let me,” she says, hoisting his legs back onto the mattress. “You sit tight, and I’ll get you the information you need. Deal?”

Everything in Sam wants to fight. He wants to get up and find out what’s going on behind that curtain where he can’t hear his dad moaning anymore. He wants to run after Dean and stay with him. If this was him on that bed, his big brother would never leave his side. He’d throw punches if anyone tried to separate them. But Sam is done in, shaky with exhaustion, drugged, and the right side of his face feels like it’s about to disintegrate. His stomach twists, and nausea wells up in his throat.

“Yeah. Okay.” Pinch-faced, he eases himself back against the pillow.

“Good boy,” the nurse says mildly. She really is experienced, because he somehow has an emesis bowl in his hands now, and she comfortingly pats his hand. “Deep breaths, honey.” Then she quickly checks his left pupil with her penlight and clips a pulse-ox monitor to his finger. “I’ll be back in a second with an update on your father and brother. And then we’ll get you a head CT. Hang tight, alright?”

Feeling like crap, Sam nods, his good eye closed against the brightness of the room.

xxx

Exploratory laparotomy.

That’s what they’re performing on Dean in one of the ORs behind the “authorized personnel only” doors Sam’s been staring at for the past hour. The ER nurse had kept her promise and told Sam what she’d been able to find out - that Dean was in critical condition; that the wounds on his torso needed to be fixed in an OR, that he was bleeding internally as well, and that he had a severe head trauma on top of it all. He’d lost a lot of blood and was getting transfusions. That it might take a few hours until he was out of surgery and they could give Sam more answers.

Their father had gotten lucky. He was in recovery right now, resurfacing from general anesthesia to remove the bullet from his leg - the bullet Sam had fired. Despite the tension and the panic and the split second decision Sam had to make, he’d aimed well. It was a flesh wound, nothing crucial injured. Dad would be back on his feet in no time. The concussion he’d suffered in the car crash wasn’t severe either. He’d be fine.

Sam himself doesn’t feel fine. The ER doc had let him go after a set of X-rays and a head CT had ruled out an orbital fracture and confirmed that his own concussion was only mild. As glad as he is that he’s not stuck in a hospital bed, he feels sore and woozy and can’t quite remember the last time he’s had anything to eat. With all of their stuff still in the wrecked Impala, he can’t even change his dirty clothes, and his jacket is stiff with dried blood - some of it his, some Dean’s. Time seems to stretch as he sits there, waiting and staring at those damn doors. Irritated, he peels the bandage off his right eye. It itches, and he needs to be ready, needs to be able to see when they roll his brother through those doors.

It’s strange how scared he is of losing Dean. Only a few weeks ago, he would’ve sworn that he didn’t care much about his brother, that Dean could go to hell for all he cared. But something had changed in those recent weeks since Stanford. Their old rivalry, Sam’s need for rebellion and independence, his disdain for Dean’s choice of lifestyle - it had all but dissipated. The longer they stayed together, the more Sam had a feeling they were beginning to see eye to eye. And since Jess died, and with Dad going AWOL, Dean had become the only family Sam had left.

For many years, Sam had seen Dean as an annoying sibling at best and as an oppressor he couldn’t get rid off at worst. Now, maybe for the first time ever, he was seeing him as his brother.

Don’t do this to me, Dean, he thinks, chest clenching in fear and anger alike. Don’t die on me. I’ll be so pissed!

Suddenly, the doors to the OR wing swing open, and Sam jumps to his feet, blinking away dizziness. A man in surgical scrubs appears.

“Family of Elroy and Dean MacGillicuddy?”

Now, that’s an alias Sam hasn’t heard in a while.

But at least it means that his father must’ve been conscious and lucid enough to give the hospital personnel fake names.

“Yes, here!” He tries not to sway on his feet as the man approaches him.

“My name’s Doctor Jonasson. I’m part of the surgical team that’s taking care of your- …brother, I assume?”

“Yes, he’s my brother,” Sam confirms. “I’m Sam W-… MacGillicuddy.”

The doctor eyes him with a frown, scanning his facial injuries and bedraggled appearance.

“Would you like to sit down, Mr. MacGillicuddy?”

Sam waves him off. “No, thanks. What’s with my brother?”

“I’m here to update you that the surgery is still ongoing, but we’ve found the source of the bleeding, and the surgical team is in the process of fixing it. It will be another hour or so before we can close him up, and afterwards he’ll go up to the ICU. We’ll let you know when he’s settled and when you can see him.” The man’s face remains neutral.

“Does that mean he’s gonna be okay?” Sam’s heart beats fast.

“For now, his status remains critical. He’s been through the wringer, and his neurological status is still unclear. The lead surgeon will come and find you after the surgery to explain the details.”

Unsure what to do with this information, Sam just nods. His ears are buzzing a little and his head hurts.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. MacGillicuddy?”

“Huh?” Blinking, Sam realizes that the other man is looking at him with mild concern.

“You look a little peaky,” the doctor says, professionally empathetic. “Is there anything you need? Anyone we should call for you?”

Sam shakes his head which only increases his dizziness.

“No,” he says. “I’m good. Thank you.”

“If you’re sure…” The man gives him another taxing look. “I have to go back in. If you want to wait here, I’d advise you to at least sit down. I’ll tell the nurses to get you some coffee and keep an eye on you.”

Obediently, Sam takes a seat, his hands trembling on the armrests. “Thank you.”

The doctor leaves, and when the doors close behind him, Sam feels overwhelmingly forlorn.

What is he supposed to do now?

Exhausted, in pain and afraid, his father’s old emergency instructions resurface from his childhood memory. A name pops out of the haze. A phone number he had to memorize as a kid.

Shakily, Sam gets up and finds the nurses’ station down the hall.

“Excuse me,” he says to the young brunette behind the desk. “I- I was in an accident with my family, and I lost my phone. I need to call someone. Can I please- ?” He points at the landline behind the partition.

Seeing his injuries, the nurse gives him a quick, reassuring smile. “Of course. Here.” She picks up the phone’s receiver and, stretching its cord, hands it over the desk to Sam. “What’s the number?”

Sam dictates it to her. When he presses the receiver to his ear and hears the ringtone, he turns away from the nurse as best as he can.

Please pick up please pick up please-

“Where the hell did you get this number?!”

Sam gasps with relief. He swallows back tears. “Bobby?” he says, voice quivering. “It’s me. Sam.”

On the other end, the gruffness disappears from the older man’s voice.

“Sam? What happened, son?”

It takes a while for Sam to explain.

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samanddean76 · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Donna Ackles, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jensen Ackles, Omega Jared Padalecki, Omega Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Omega Donna Ackles, Top Jensen Ackles/Bottom Jared Padalecki, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Jared Padalecki, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, very brief - Freeform, Part of the Societal Structure, Canon-Typical Violence, Revenge, Or Justice, soul mates, Angst, Love, Magic, Time Travel, Prophetic Dreams, Jensen Is A Mystic, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Sequel To Jared's 41st Birthday Story, all the feels, Righting a Wrong Series: Part 6 of The 2023 Birthday Collection, Part 2 of The Workhorse Verse Summary:

Alpha Jensen is just a little boy when he begins to dream about his Omega, who is the village workhorse, and every night the other Alpha's hurt him in ways that Jensen cannot begin to understand. In an effort to help her only child, Donna brings in an instructor, Mr. Morgan, who teaches Jensen all that he will need to know so that he might be able to rescue his Omega one day.

The problem with that scenario? Jensen is a sickly Alpha who was born almost two hundred years after his Omega. How is he supposed to save his soul mate when he can't even save himself?

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This is the follow-up to The Workhorse which was a story written for Jared's 41st birthday.

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kattekaren · 1 year

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Caption this!

#Elizabeth Mitchell #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #crackship #angst I suppose #mitchell x morgan

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dilffinfectionn · 1 year

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As Lana Del Rey once said ✨i’ve gots a taste for men who are older✨

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #norman reedus #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #norman reedus smut #jeffrey dean morgan #daddy negan #Negan #the walking dead negan #negan smut #negan fluff #negan angst #smut #spank me daddy #daddy issues

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imyourbratzdoll · 3 months

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𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - john has been stressed while on the road, hiding from the supernatural wasn't the easiest job, but thankfully a certain sign caught his eye.

warning - smut, being used, gloryhole, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

John had been on the road for a long time now and he was in some desperate need of release. At first, he thought he needed it through a hunt, but after killing a nest of vampires, he could still feel that pent up frustration. It was gnawing at him, he had fucked his fist, not wanting to bother with finding a woman and still it didn’t work. Not until he finally came across a flashing sign that read ‘The Strawberry Shack’, something pulling him towards it.

He parks his car, turning it off before he gets out, checking his surroundings before he enters the building. John checks for anything weird or supernatural as he walks up to the front desk. “Hiya sugar. What can I do you for?”

He stares for a while, “I heard this is the place for release?” The woman nods.

“What kinda release you looking for? We got oral or…” Before she can finish her sentence, John slams his money down. Something coming over him as he hears this.

“The second option.” She directs him to which door he needs to go through and with determination, John storms toward that area. Making his way through the door and surveying the room before he sets his sights on you and makes his way over. He feels his pants tighten as his cock strains against them, groaning, John quickly unzips his jeans and takes out his throbbing member. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m just going to use you for a bit if that’s okay.”

You whimper, feeling your cunt throb from his voice and his words. “Uh huh, use me please.”

The moment those words slip from your lips, John lines himself up against you. Pushing in slowly with a groan, feeling your tight walls squeeze around him. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel amazing.” The sound of slapping fills the room as John begins to pound into you, gripping your hips as he uses your body as promised. Your juices leak from your tight hole, coating his cock and your thighs. “That’s my good girl.”

You moan, gripping the soft bench underneath you, you bury your face into the pillow, practically drooling as John continues to fuck you, pounding into your g-spot like there’s no tomorrow. Your head flies back as your arse stings, John’s hand moves away after slapping your cheeks and watching your arse ripple.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.” His hands grip your hips again, going harder and faster if that’s even possible. You moan freely and loudly, not being able to see the smirk on the man’s face. “Good girl, such pretty sounds. Are they all for me?” He grunts, slowing his thrusts as he watches his cock slide in and out of you, white coating his base.

“Yes, yes! All for you!” John groans, hips snapping as he slams his cock deep inside of you, fucking you until he feels his balls tighten and his tip twitch. Your walls squeeze him as hot cum spurts out of his thick tip, coating your walls. You follow suit, juices squirting out, covering him. “Ahh!”

John gently pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you, he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans and zips himself up. The tension has finally left his body and he doesn’t feel so frustrated anymore. “Thanks for that, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll see you next time.” He gives your arse a light tap before leaving, keeping the mental image of his cum leaking out in his head as he heads back to his car and drives off.

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negans-lucille-tblr · 7 months

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Negan Masterlist

Below you’ll find all of my Negan fictions.

Please note any trigger warnings and if a fic is 18+ before reading!

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JDM and Characters Master-Masterpost

CROSSOVERS

Prized Possession

Summary: Negan’s back at Alexandria to collect and this time he wants Rick’s prized possession; you.

Rating: 18+ - NSFW (Smut, Fluff and Angst)

Status: Complete

Chapters: 29

TW: scenes of dub-con and sexual assault

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A - Z with Negan (Smut Edition)

Summary: A short story for each letter of the alphabet exploring many different kinks and fantasies with Negan.

Rating: 18+ - every single part will be smut, some mild, some strong.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 26

TW: Knife play, Rape play

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Loyalties Lie

Summary: Dean, Y/N and Sam are doing all they can to survive in the apocalypse when they stubble across the Saviors. Negan’s striking resemblance to their father, John, has Sam weary and Dean eager to please. But Negan is leading Dean down a dark path despite Y/N and Sam’s attempts to keep him away. As things take a turn for the worst, everyone is left to question where their loyalties lie.

A TWD/SPN crossover set in The Walking Dead Universe (Around season 8)

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Major Angst, Fluff, Dark themes)

Status: Posting on Patreon - coming soon to Tumblr

Chapters: 20

Patience is a Virtue

Summary: Returning to your old high school for college placement, you find yourself being mentored by Coach Negan, the teacher you would relentlessly flirt with as a student, only this time, he’s not letting you get away with it so easily.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut and some Angst)

Parts: 2

Part One Part Two

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The Backseat

Summary: Y/N is the spoiled, ‘pampered princess’ daughter of rich businessman, Simon Y/L/N. As soon as she hits 18 she starts to prove she’s quite the handful. Meanwhile, Simon’s recently divorced best friend, Negan, is looking for a job. Simon hires Negan to chauffeur and keep control of Y/N, but it’s not long before she’s making him lose control too.

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Parts: 5

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Escape

Summary: Y/N is desperate to escape her hometown and her controlling half-brothers, Sam and Dean, and now she’s 18 college seems like the only way out. But her gym coach, Negan is failing her and his proposition to help her pass takes a bad turn.

A SPN/TWD Crossover mini fic set in an AU

Rating: 18+ (Dark Fic - Smut/Angst/Sistercest)

Bad Blood (AU)

Summary: You thought you’d put the past behind you, until it moves it moves in next door and opens old wounds and reignites old flames.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut)

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A Night with Negan (JDM/Negan)

Summary: When Jeff discovers you are attracted to his character, Negan, he knows what this year’s anniversary gift will be.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut and a pinch of Fluff)

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Chocolate and Wine

Summary: After nursing some of the Saviors back to health, Negan owes you a favour.

Rating: 13+? (This would literally be like a NR if it wasn’t for Negan and his foul mouth) Fluff

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Numb

Summary: When Negan discovers one of his people is hurting themselves, he does everything in his power to make them feel something better.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (swearing, sex and self harm)

WARNING: SELF HARM. The reader doesn’t physically harm themselves in the fic but it is talked about and there is imagery of the self inflicted wounds, and talk about why they self harm. Please don’t read this if it’s triggering for you.

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It’s Good to be Back

(with FP Jones (Riverdale) )

Summary: Former Serpent King, Negan, is back at his old stomping ground. And as you find out, him and current King, FP, make quite the team

Rating: 18+ NSFW (swearing and sex - shameless threesome)

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Initiation

(with John Winchester (SPN) )

Summary: Negan doesn’t like your attitude and before you can join the Saviors, John needs to prove he can keep you in your place.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (swearing and sex - shameless threesome)

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Look What You Made Me Do

Summary: Negan’s there to welcome home his step-daughter after her first date, but he doesn’t like what she chose to wear, and decides to show her what the consequences of dressing like a slut might be.

Rating: 18+ (Dark Fic - non con)

Distraction

Summary: Negan’s watching baseball, but you have a distraction.

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut & Swearing)

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Better Grades

Summary: To stay on the dance squad, you need better grades. Which is where Coach Negan comes in. (Smut prompt request)

Rating: 18+ NSFW (Smut)

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Leave a Mark

Summary: No plot, just smut. Kinky sex (spanking), affair. (Smut prompt request)

Rating: 18+ NSFW (smut)

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Coffee

Summary: A blind date with Negan goes well, so you invite him back for coffee. But you don’t get that far. (DRABBLES ARE HARD TO SUMMARISE OKAY!?) (Smut prompt request)

Rating: 18+ NSFW (smut)

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A Bad Dream

Summary: A bad dream sees you in bed with your step dad, Negan - but it’s far from innocent.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers Prompt request

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Daddy Day Care

Summary: It was Negan’s first day of Daddy day care.

Rating: 13+ (Fluff but some swearing)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

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Better Than You

Summary: Negan knew it was wrong, but no one does it Better than you.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

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Room 406

Summary: The sins room 406 has seen…

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

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The New Recruit

Summary: Negan has a new recruit

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: 1000 Followers prompt request

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Win You Over

Summary: Negan wants you, but you’re not playing game

Rating: 13+ (Swearing because Negan)

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Daddy’s Little Girl

Summary: Daddy takes what he wants when he’s drunk.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

A/N: Drunk drabble - dub con, incest could be implied.

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The Best I’ll Ever Have

Summary: Negan’s a proud guy who doesn’t like the idea of being outdone and you can’t wait for him to prove you wrong.

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

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* Negan Bingo Masterlist *

#negan #negan x reader #negan x you #fanfic #twd fanfic #the walking dead #smut #angst #fluff #dark fic #masterlist #negans-lucille-tblr #jeffrey dean morgan

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Burning My Back

John ran into a man from his marine days in a diner and they stopped to talk.

"Long time no see." The man says. His name is Jim. John remembers him. He was a few years older than he was. Jim looks older. More so than he should. He asks John about his life. "You got a family?" He asks.

John nods. "Two boys. All grown up now." He says.

Jim smiles. "Sounds nice. I ain't got any. Wife and I tried but. . ." He shook his head and John understands. "Probably for the best anyhow."

John gives him an encouraging look but Jim just smiles and shakes his head. "You know I stayed on and did two more tours after you got discharged. Got myself up to corporal." He says. "Thought I'd make a career out of it. I wasn't good at anything else." John feels for him. "That didn't happen. Explosion got me hurt. Hurt got me discharged." Jim shrugs. "So I came home and got hitched." He stares off into the distance. "I think I scare the wife. I know I did when I first got married. Used to get so mad. Littlest damn thing would set me off. Sometimes nothing. I used to scream and break things. Hit her once or twice even." He looks as though he feels deep shame for that. John's torn between thinking he should and knowing it's unfair to blame him. "By all rights she should have left me but she didn't. She said we'd get through it and you know what? We did. For the longest time we did. We even tried for a few kids." A look of great sadness passed over his face. "Never could though." He pauses and grins at John. "But I guess that's for the best. Lately I've been getting bad again." His smile disappears. "I keep smelling the jungle. I haven't smelled that in years. When I first got back I'd wake up with the smell of napalm in my nose. You ever woke up with that?"

John says he has. When he first got back he spent a few months where he couldn't get the smell out of his system. He has to think now about what it smelled like and suddenly he can remember clear as day. Jim sees this on his face and knows. He smiles sadly. Apologetically.

"What about your wife?" Jim asks.

"Dead." And suddenly it's not napalm or jungle he can smell it's the smoke and ash of his house burning. He can feel the smoke in his throat and lungs and his eyes tear up just a little like he's still trying to see through it. He can almost feel the heat. And he can feel the hatred and worry he'd felt that night. "House fire. Arson."

Jim makes a sympathizing face which is nice but of course he can't really sympathize because that's not the really the truth. "They catch the guy?" He asks.

John shakes his head. "No."

"Any idea who it was?"

John nods and suddenly he thinks that maybe he can tell Jim because odds are that he'll never see the man again and he's so far off the radar that anything he says can't be traced back to him. "I know who it was." He says firmly. "Bastard came after my son. My baby son."

Jim's eyes go wide and he grits his teeth. "Men like that ain't men." Of course he has no idea why Yellow Eyes was after Sam but John lets him fill in the blanks and believe what he wants cause really it doesn't matter.

Then Jim leans forward and says in a quiet voice: "You go after him John?"

John gives him a long hard look and nods.

"You get him John?"

"Not yet."

And Jim nods, he can respect a man doing everything he can to protect his children. And really that's what John's doing. He's got some idea of what Yellow Eyes plans and he wants to keep Sam from it. Damn kid doesn't understand and he's too afraid to tell him the truth. It's so awful he wants to just stop it before Sam ever has to know. And Dean, well he knows he Dean loves his little brother and maybe it's not fair to expect him to protect Sammy like that but that's the way it is. There's a lot of bad in the world and if he could kill it all before it touches his kids he would but he can't and so he'll teach his kids to kill it too. To protect themselves.

"You be careful going after someone like that." Jim says.

John nods. "I am."

"You close to getting him?"

"Getting closer."

They pause a moment and John wonders if he's like Jim a little. Maybe it wasn't Vietnam that got him, maybe it was the fire. He doesn't like the thought but he thinks it must be true. He can almost always feel the flames on his back. Feel the rage towards Yellow Eyes. Feel the desire to save his children, even if it means hurting them in the process. Because he can handle them hating him, it hurts but if it's what keeps them alive in the process he's willing to do it.

Jim looks away and then back. "You ever feel out of place, John? Like you can't find anyone to talk to?"

John doesn't nod because nodding feels self pitying and he's not a man who likes to indulge in that. But he does know what Jim is talking about.

"Didn't think about it for years." Jim says. "Then I went to a buddy's funeral a year ago and it was like someone pulled the plug. I kept smelling the jungle and feeling the heat. Even when it's cold I feel it. Ain't been this bad since I first got back."

At the mention of Heat John feels a searing heat on his back. Maybe he is like Jim and has something bad he can't get out of his system. Maybe it was the fire that got him. Just like the war got Jim. He doesn't like the thought.

#john winchester #fanfiction #written sometime between 2010-1015 #fanfic #jeffrey dean morgan #dean winchester #sam winchester #tv #tv show #angst #obsession #anger #maybe some ptsd #parenting #bad parenting #fanfics

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Excuse me...

Have I acquired your attention? Good. Ok -

So, I don't know how many of you remember my Tell Me About drabbles, or who would care anymore, but...

Let's bring them back!

Now, you may say, "but, Beka- you never answered my original one... did you keep them all?" Yes. Yes I did. And.... Some of them got full fics that are on my Patreon and will someday appear here lol So, yeah, I may answer one from 2 years ago, but new ones are so much more fun, aren't they? Also, there's new characters to choose from! "Like who? and what? and how? and huh?" Well, keep on reading and all will be revealed!

So, you may know I've been working like 5608308 hours a week now that I have a new WFH job, which is great, but I'm burning out fast and I need some writing back in my life.

Send me an ASK that starts with "Tell Me About... " and then fill in the rest with whatever prompt you'd like. It can be angst, smut, fluff, crack, hardcore porn, a mix of all. You can also choose a character from the list below and I shall do an ___ x Reader. or a ship, if you'd prefer. or a mix. it's all good! Keep the prompt short and open. Ie: do not write me a fic and ask me to write you a fic of the fic. so.. more like..

"Tell Me About... Jensen and me in a submarine with cheese wiz and a porn mag"

But not that, bc why. I may just do that one on my own bc Why. Anyway- Send it in. And if it sparks a drabble, I shall give it to you. (please do not send gifs with it. they clog things up) You may also get a full fic if you're lucky ;)

Characters and Ships I will write with:

Jensen Ackles / Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, Tom Hanniger

Misha Collins / Castiel

Jeffrey Dean Morgan / John Winchester, Negan

TWD- Rick Grimes, Daryl

Chris Evans / Steve Rogers

Sebastian Stan / Bucky, Sebastian Stan, Sebastian Stan

Joe Goldberg - YOU (tv)

The Magicians- Quentin, Eliot, Penny, The whole gang. All of them.

Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner

SHIPS: Cockles/Destiel, StuckyxReader (who am I?), Queliot

I can't remember who I write for omg. just ask... you know what I'm into.

If you're unsure of a character or just wanna ask - send me a DM. I'm always around :)

LET'S DO THIS!

#requests open #jensen ackles #jdm #seb stan #joe goldberg

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Always daddy’s good girl (3) - Kinktober 8

Summary: You are still mad at John...

Rating: lightly explicit

Kinktober Special: Daddy kink

Square 4 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Teasing

Square 15 filled for @spnaubingo: Public sex

Square 4 filled for @j3bingo former @jdmorganmixedbingo

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, daddy kink, age gap, established relationship, needy John, dirty talk, light smut, unprotected sex, quickie, voyeurism

A/N: 3rd installment to: Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl

Words: 1,3 k

Kinktober 2022

2021 SPN AU BINGO masterlist

2022 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist

Jeffrey Dean Morgan Mixed Bingo masterlist

Another month later John wants you to join the Winchesters for a night out. The last hunt was a piece of cake and now, the boys are up to cheap drinks, fast sex, and celebrating the hunt. Or life in general.

“No,“ you cross your arms over your chest. “Forget it. I won’t go anywhere with you. You still didn’t make things up to me.”

“Doll, don’t be a brat,” John grumbles. He wraps his arms around your waistline from behind to bury his face in your hair. “I apologized. Let daddy buy you drinks and make things up to you some more.”

“Sex and drinks won’t fix that you broke my trust. You just let that guy watch us fuck. I’m not a prude, but letting strangers watch us is a hard limit.”

“I know,” he softly kisses your neck. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This will never happen again. Your man is a jealous and possessive old bastard. But I learned my lesson.”

“I don’t think you did. You only want to get laid again,” you smirk as Sam and Dean walk inside the library. “Look what the cat dragged into the bunker. Two lumberjacks.”

“Did you forgive him?” Dean grumbles. His father is in a bad mood since you forced a dry spell on the hunter. Every chance he gets, John makes sure his sons can’t get laid themselves.

If John suffers, he won’t let his boys have fun either.

“Like hell,” you size Dean up. “Do you think I’ll just forgive him for what he did? No. Fucking. Way. John Winchester must learn his lesson.”

“What did he do?” Sam huffs as you still refuse to tell them what happened. John presses his lips into a thin line while his sons try to interrogate you. “Y/N, what did he do?”

“He didn’t cheat, right?” the elder brother presses on. “Right?”

“I would’ve castrated him if he cheated on me,” your eyes darken as John tries to kiss your cheek. “If he puts his dick in another pussy, he’s dead.”

“I would never cheat on you, baby,” John mumbles against you. “I swear. You’re the only woman I want. And the only woman I had sex with since we met.”

“Sir, can you not make things up to Y/N? You are on the edge for weeks.”

“Stop asking stupid questions, Winchester.”

Dean easily dodges your attack when you try to punch his chin.

“No violence, sweetheart.”

“I’ll shoot you,” you grumble, “if you don’t stop asking stupid questions. What happens between me and your daddy is none of your business.”

“Boys, go and change. We will go to the bar and have some drinks. Maybe my girl will forgive me too.”

“In your dreams, Winchester.”

“Careful,” John whispers in your ear. “I’m still your daddy. If you don’t stop acting like a bad girl, I’ll treat you like a bad girl.”

“Well, maybe I should look for a new daddy then,” you wiggle out of John’s embrace.

He sighs deeply as you walk out of the library.

“Baby, I told you that I’m sorry…”

“Just a little more,” you think to yourself.

John is on the edge. You insisted on dancing tonight. He reluctantly agreed and now, he regrets his decision. You press your ass into his crotch and grind into him.

“Doll,” he warns. “Don’t make me lose control.”

You smirk.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you move your hand behind your head to pat his cheek. “I’m dancing, daddy.”

“You’re getting me hard.”

“That’s not my fault. Maybe you should learn to control your libido, John,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to hold you against his body. John starts to grind his raging hard-on into your ass.

“You are a little troublemaker,” he purrs in your ear. “But I’ll show you how to be a good girl, doll. Daddy will make sure you know whom you belong to.”

Dean watches you turn in his father’s embrace. He chuckles as you shamelessly cup John’s crotch, making even his father blush.

“Sammy, I think we are going to get laid tonight.”

“Dean, we didn’t even talk to one of the women,” Sam huffs. “How do you wanna know that we are going to get laid?“

“Call it a hunch…”

You watch John spread your legs roughly. He darts his tongue out while looking at your dripping cunt.

“See, I told you to not tease your daddy,” he slaps your pussy with his cock, making you whine. It’s been too long for you without sex too. “Do you even deserve my cock?”

John watches you cup your tits. “Cat got your tongue, doll? If I ask you a question,” he slaps your pussy with his hand, “I expect you to answer.”

“Daddy needs to make things up to me,” you coo. “You promised to have sex with me on the Impala to fuck with Dean.

“You really want to mess with my son, huh?”

You giggle.

“I really want to ruin his car with your cum, daddy,” you crook your finger. “Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

John grip one of your thighs. His blunt nails dig into your flesh as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “I think you deserve to get fucked by daddy.”

“I do.”

“Daddy is going to give it to you. I know you have missed my cock.”

He slowly inches his way inside your dripping cunt, not giving away he has something special planned for tonight. “Fuck, you’re always so hard for me, baby.”

“Only for you.”

John hooks your legs over his forearms. He wants to control your body and make sure, you won’t move too much. “Hmm…so good and big…”

“So wet and pretty,” you chuckle at his words. “This is my sweet cunt. The one I own. No one touches what’s mine.”

You’re propping yourself up on your elbows to watch John move his hips. His eyes are glued to his cock sliding in and out of your slicked cunt. He can’t look away, even though, he wants to watch your reaction.

Little gasps and moans leave your lips, letting John know that he hits your sweet spot.

John doesn’t have to look at your face. He already knows your lips parted a long time ago and that your eyes are closed. You always close your eyes when the pleasure gets too much.

“Daddy.”

“Shit, you’re already close, aren’t you?”

“’m gonna cum,” shit, it has been too long for you. Your pussy clamps hard down his cock a few thrusts later, dragging John with you over the edge.

“Damn, babe. I wanted to go for longer,” he breathlessly says. “Fuck…fuckity…fuck. That fucking cunt of yours, doll.”

“I don’t fucking care,” you fall back onto the hood to catch your breath. “I love me a quickie on Dean’s car.”

“You’re a dirty girl.”

“You’re a dirty daddy.”

“What the fuck!!!”

“Uh-oh. I think Dean caught us red-handed, daddy,” you giggle as John doesn’t give a shit his son walks toward his car. He still rolls his hips to ride your highs out.

“I said – what the fuck are you doing on my car!!” the hunter yells at John and you. “You can’t just fuck on my car!”

“It’s still my car.”

“You gave it to me.”

“Deano don’t be mad. I always dreamed of getting fucked on your car,” you wink at Dean. “Did you enjoy the show too, Sammy?”

“Warn me next time,” Sam shudders, but his eyes drift toward your chest. “Stuff for nightmares. Watching your father fuck your stepmother is the worst.”

“Don’t act as if there is no tent in your pants, Sammy.”

Sam's cheeks turn bright red at your words.

“How about you go back to that pretty girl you were chatting up earlier? I think she wants to ride some dick tonight…”

“You will clean my fucking car,” Dean turns around to storm back toward the bar. “I’m getting drunk to get the images of my father’s naked ass out of my head.”

“It’s a great ass,” you snicker as the brothers hurriedly walk away. “Don’t come home before you got laid. I and your daddy want to christen the bunker tonight…”

“And don’t think you will ever see my girl naked again,” John yells. “She is and always will be daddy’s good girl…”

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