#Jeffrey dean morgen fluff

[little-diable]

Hello stranger - Negan (smut)

Man I just love him and writing for him. Enjoy my loves. xxx

“Wrap it up, we’re leaving.”, Negan called as he intensely watched Rick, a devious smirk on the saviors lips, his green eyes were focused on the former cop. “Don’t look at me like that Rick, don’t worry, I’ll miss you too.”, he winked at him and turned towards the vans, whistling his typical tune as he swung Lucille over his shoulder.

“I didn’t really believe the stories it at first, a man called Negan, who walks around with a baseball bat, who also seems to be a true asshole? It sounded a bit sketchy, but it truly reminded me of somebody I knew, somebody from my life, before the apocalypse.”, the voice made him freeze on the spot, he slightly tilted his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed together as he slowly turned towards her, “Hello stranger.”. 

A chuckle escaped him as his eyes found her (y/e/c) ones, he pressed Lucille into Simons hands, strode towards her and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/n) laughed against his skin, squealing as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his middle, “how the fuck did you even survive?”, he murmured against her forehead, kissing her soft skin. “Oh stop that, as if you thought, that I was dead?”, her eyes were wandering across his face, the all too familiar warmth began to spread through her, it felt surreal, to finally be back in his arms. 

“Come on, follow me, we’ve got some things to talk about.”, he began to walk towards the vans once again, only stopping as “now, why would I follow you?” left her lips. (Y/n) couldn’t quite pin point the expression on his face down to anything specific, “I’m not letting you stay here, (y/n).”, the icy undertone in his voice made her shudder, his expression was hard, emotionless, not giving her any space to argue. 

“I can’t just leave, Negan.”, she didn’t care about the confused bystanders, her heart was still rapidly beating, hands buried in the pockets of her leatherjacket, knowing not to enrage her old friend any further. A groan left Negan, he ran a hand across his face, “I’ll bring you back tomorrow, if that’s what you want.”, a smirk made its way onto her lips, she still knew how to handle him, good. 

Rick grasped her wrist, ignoring the sharp glare Negan shot him, “you shouldn’t trust him, (y/n) he-”, Negan's sarcastic laugh interrupted him, a distressed expression grazed Ricks features, slightly turning his head towards his enemy. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow.”, she squeezed his hand, shot him one last smile and walked towards Negan, taking his hand. “Don’t.”, (y/n) pinched his skin, stopping him from embarrassing Rick any further. 

The two of them were riding in one truck, he had to bite down any sarcastic comments, that were about to bubble out of him, knowing that she was in no mood to be messed with. “I missed you, doll.”, Negan smiled at her, eyes momentarily wandering across her face, truly taking her in for the first time, since he had last seen her. “Missed you too.”, she mumbled, trying to control her racing heart, biting down the gasp, that was about to leave her as he placed his hand on her thigh. 

“Welcome to the sanctuary.”, he whistled, fingers interlaced with hers, Negan wasn’t planning on letting go of her anytime soon. He pulled her through the hallways, up the stairs, to his quarters, “is Lucille here?”, her question made him visibly gulp, the grip he had on her hand got tighter. “No, she died a few years ago.”, Negan whispered, fumbling with the handle of his door.

Wordlessly she pulled him in for a hug, hands grasping the fabric of his worn out leatherjacket, her insides were churning, her heart felt heavy, she had loved Lucille, it was hard to process the fact, that she was gone, truly gone. (Y/n) could still remember most of the nights, where she had crashed on Negan and Lucilles couch, head pressed against his chest as she was sleeping upstairs. Even though (y/n)s heart had always been aching for him, she had never crossed the invisible line, never found the strength in her to admit her feelings to him, knowing that she could easily lose Lucilles friendship on the way. 

“It’s alright, still got her with me.”, he patted his baseball bat, the typical Negan-smirk on his lips, he pushed her down on his couch and walked towards his stack of alcohol. “Same as usual?”, his voice got raspier, he was trying to push the old memories, that were about to flood through his mind, away. An approving hum rumbled through her, (y/n) was pulling off her jacket, unlacing her boots, trying to get herself as comfortable as possible. 

Negan placed the glass of whisky down on the coffee table, sat down next to her and pulled her legs onto his lap, this felt like a dream. He had terribly missed her, (y/n) had always been one of his closest friends, his shoulder to cry on, if things with Lucille were about to escalate once again, but she had also been the girl he had been crushing on for the longest time. It felt surreal to be reunited with her, years after he had last seen her, “so, how’s life?”, she casually asked, bit down on her lip, to stop the ridiculous smirk from spreading.

He told her all about the sanctuary, about their rules and his reasons for going against Rick and his community, trying to make her understand, why he was treating them like that. She intensely listened, hanging onto every word, that left his lips, keeping herself from drifting off into another daydream, where she’d think about their past experiences together. “What about you?”, he mindlessly ran his hand up and down her legs, sipping on his drink every now and then, relishing in the feeling of being that close to her. 

“You know, the usual I guess, lost my parents along the way and somehow stumbled across Ricks community a few days ago, desperate for a place, where I could sleep, without having to worry about any nearby walkers.”, a yawn left her lips, followed by a drowsy smile, (y/n) took a hold of his wandering hand, “I truly missed you, Negan.”. He pulled her against his chest, inhaling her scent, trying to remind himself once again, that this was real, she was indeed sitting next to him, he had her back, finally.  

The savior couldn’t keep his hands from wandering underneath her shirt, giving into the feelings, that had been taking up his mind for the longest time, coaxing a small groan out of her. She lifted her head off his chest and grasped the fabric of his red scarf, (y/n)s eyes were hooked onto his green ones, only slightly switching her focus down onto his lips, debating wether or not she should just give into her cravings and kiss him. Negan seemed to make the decision for her as he dipped his head down and lightly pressed his lips against hers, tasting her for the first time ever. 

His stubble was poking her skin, intensifying the new sensation, her hands grasped the back of his neck, keeping him from moving away from her. Negan pulled her onto his lap, deepening the kiss as he pushed his tongue past her lips. She moaned into his mouth, slightly moving her hips against his, feeling the growing bulge in his pants, “shit doll, I’ve pictured this moment so many times.”, he moved his mouth down her jaw, sucked on her skin and slightly bit into the spot underneath her ears. 

“Fuck, me too.”, she could feel the faint beating of her pulse between her thighs, her eyes rolled backwards, (y/n) had to remind herself to breathe, she was put under his spell, wrapped in his embrace. “Bet you’re panties are fucking soaked by now, huh?”, he whispered into her ear, shamelessly cupping her centre, her palms were sweaty, giving into the tingling feeling, that was crashing upon her in waves. 

Negan rose from the sofa, with her wrapped around his body, he pinned her down on his mattress, hands finding their way back to her core. “Please, Negan, touch me.”, she pressed her head into the soft material of his bedding, "on one condition only.”, he stopped his movements, eyes finding hers. 

“You’ll stay.”, (y/n) seemed to snap out of her trance, she firmly placed her hands on his chest and shoved him off her. “You fucking asshole.”, she smirked at him, he hadn’t changed at all, this felt like a big déjà-vu to her, reminding her of the day, where she had told him, that she’d only touch him, if he’d come clean to Lucille, something (y/n) knew he’d never do. 

“Payback’s a bitch, doll.”, he dipped his head down and kissed her, Negan had to taste her, knowing he had her trapped, she’d give into his command in a few moments, only guessing, that she must feel the same way about him. “Fuck.”, she moaned into his mouth, hands holding onto his jacket, “okay”, she nodded her head, trying to convince herself, that this was the right thing to do. “Good choice.”, he kissed down her neck, hands wandering underneath her shirt, exploring her soft skin, up to her boobs, Negan groaned as he noticed, that she wasn’t wearing a bra. 

(Y/n) lifted her head off the mattress, pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her skin to his hungry eyes, her head was spinning, he was touching her, finally, after years of teasing each other. “You’re gorgeous, doll.”, he sucked on her nipples, his beard was roughing up her skin, a burn she’d learn to love in no time. Her own hands were beginning to wander, exploring the unfamiliar territory, up his chest, where she tugged on the fabric of his white shirt, hoping that he’d get the hint. 

“Patience”, he mumbled against her skin, snatching her hands off his chest and pinning them down on the bed, Negan was still showing some love to her chest, admiring her skin, the skin he had wanted to touch numerous times before. Slowly he kissed his way down to her trousers, hands placed on her thighs, crawling closer to her aching heat. 

His eyes found hers as he pressed a kiss to her clothed core, she didn’t need to see his lips, to know that he was smirking at her. Negan finally began to take off some of his own clothes, first the leatherjacket and then his white shirt, (y/n)s eyes were dancing across his skin, desperate to feel his skin against hers. 

Negan unbuttoned her trousers,  whispered a small “up”, for her to lift her hips, helping him pull the fabric down her legs, her panties were soaked through by now, completely ruined by her wetness. “You’re dripping.”, he chuckled against her thighs, slightly biting into the skin, teasing his way up to her core, where he shifted her panties to the side and plunged one finger into her heat, without warning her. “Oh shit, Negan.”, her hands found his hair, tangling themselves in it, trying to keep herself grounded, scared that she’d slip away any time soon. 

He ripped the fabric apart, ignoring the small protests, that left her lips, he added another finger into her heat as he kissed her clit. “Shh”, he whispered, trying to stop her from moving around too much, she hadn’t been touched like this in a long time, (y/n)s mind was racing, trying to stop herself from coming right there and then. Negan seemed to realize, how desperate she was to finally feel him against her, he slowly rose from the bed, tugged off his own trousers and boxers, while he was staring down on her. 

(Y/n) crawled towards him, grasped his throbbing length, only to he pushed backwards by him shortly after. “Relax.”, Negan kissed up her neck, to her lips, he pushed his tongue past her lips as he ran his tip through her folds, coating himself with her slickness. A moan fell from her lips, (y/n) interlaced her fingers with Negan's, her breathing got quicker the moment he finally pushed his length into her heat. 

Negan had his head buried in the crook of her neck, groaning against her skin, she felt good around him, tight, much better than he had ever imagined. She wrapped her legs round his waist, trying to pull him even closer, moaning his name, he completely stretched her, she was able to feel his every vein. 

“Negan, please.”, she needed him to move, to fasten his pace and wreck her, like she had imagined so many times before. He smirked, lifted his head off her skin and began to pound into her, set on a ferocious pace, making her squirm underneath his body. 

“So desperate.”, his eyes wouldn’t leave hers, Negan could tell that she was already close, she probably hadn’t been touched in a long time, thank goodness, otherwise he’d probably feel that small tingle of jealousy rise in his veins. His name fell from her lips, a fire was building up in her abdomen, pushing her closer to the edge with every thrust of his. 

He kept on rolling his hips against hers, (y/n)s walls were clenching around him, “Negan I -”, her first orgasm of the night washed over her, she moaned his name, nails clawing into the skin of his biceps, not noticing the way his eyes were admiring her. Negan felt something coming over him, that he hadn’t had felt in a long time, something that had always connected him with Lucille, love. 

Soon he was pushed over the edge as well, slowing his movement, “you’re perfect”, he whispered as he ran his thumb across her lower lip. (Y/n) smiled at him, ran her hand through his sweaty hair and pulled him in for another kiss. She finally felt at ease, in the arms of the man she had loved for most of her life, excited for what fate had planned for the both of them together. 

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[ao3feed-cockles]

B-Day szex, bugyi kink

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/26016868

by SassyMeg

Misha és Jensen egy Supernatural Conon vannak, miközben épp Mishnek szülinapja is van. Jen odaadaja Mishnek a szobája kulcskártyáját, és barátja, egyben a szerelme, ott várja meg. Jensen kis meglepetéssel készül... 😊 ❤️

Ez a fic Misha - mai napra eső -, 46. születésnapjára készült. Happy B-Day, Mish! ❤️ 😊

Words: 976, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Magyar

Series: Part 10 of Cockles - Gyöngyfüzér

Fandoms: Supernatural RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, említett Jared Padalecki, Említett Jeffrey Dean Morgen

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Cockles - Relationship, Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins

Additional Tags: Cockles, Con után, top!Misha, Felső-behatoló!Mish, bottom!Jensen, Alsó-befogadó!Jensen, Mish B-Day, szülinapos szex, bugyi kink, narancssárga alsó/rózsaszín bugyi, Blow Jobs, orálszex, Misszionárius póz, lassú szeretkezés, érzelmi kényelem, Fluff and Smut, némi szókimondás, kevésbé részletezett szex, happy endig, Boldog végkifejlet

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/26016868

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[little-diable]

Snowing like a motherfucker - JDM (fluff)

(my own gif)

Inspired by this post, just watched his videos again and had this idea. It was much funnier in my head, but I hope you still enjoy it. Love you. xxx

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“You should do another Instagram post, bet your followers are already missing you,” she teased Jeffrey as she put on her coat, thick boots were pounding against the floor as Jeffrey came out of the kitchen, a massive bottle of coffee in his hands. “Would you stop it.” He pulled her in, pressed kisses all over her face, enjoying the little squeals that left her lips.

It was heavily snowing as the couple was driving through their forest, (y/n) was a sucker for snow, totally obsessed with winter and the magic that seemed to follow them around. His eyes were focused on the gravel road that was covered in the white powdery substance. (Y/n)s hands were enclosed around the bottle of coffee, thankful that her husband was that considerate, providing her with at least a small source of heat.

The car came to a halt, in the middle of the road.

“Uhm, Jeff?” Her eyebrows were pulled upwards, slightly rolling her eyes as he grasped his phone, of course, now would be the perfect time to film a video. “Hey folks, it’s me ... here I am in my woods, as you can see, it’s snowing like a motherfucker,” (y/n) tilted her head backwards, a laugh rumbled through her. “Jeff, you can’t say that,” she couldn’t stop laughing, tears were already leaving her eyes.

“Why?” Uncertainty washed over him as he watched her giggling form, it was hard to breath with all the laughter that left her. “Minors are going to watch your videos, you need to watch your dirty mouth, Mister Morgan.” She pulled him in for a kiss, still giggling against his lips. He groaned as she kept on teasing him, eyes wandering around their surroundings, suddenly he spotted something. 

Jeffrey pulled on her hand, “come on”, he helped her out of the car, eyes set on a very specific tree, a smile on his lips as he pulled his whining girl through the snow. He came to a halt, turned himself towards her, grasped her face with both hands. 

“Fuck, they’re cold,” she squealed. “I think you need to watch your dirty mouth, Misses Morgan.” Jeff pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were moving in synch with his, hands pulling on the pockets of his coat, trying to get closer to him.  

Just as he moved away from her, (y/n) realized that they were standing underneath a mistletoe, she wasn’t able to stop the “aw” from leaving her as her (y/e/c) eyes found his green ones. She pulled him in for another kiss, “I love you,” she whispered against his now swollen lips. 

Their wet boots were standing by the door, the smell of hot chocolate hung in the air, Jeffrey was sitting on his old clubhouse chair, (y/n) in his lap, head pressed against the crook of his neck, a cup of hot chocolate in both of their hands. Life was good.  

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[little-diable]

Farmers Market - JDM (fluff)

Currently taking requests. 

Damn HOW IS HE THAT HOT, JESUS FUCK?! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Just a short drabble, some domestic Jeff, inspired by this instagram post. 

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Spending some alone time with Jeff was something you would always cherish, he’d start the day around 6am, a carefree look on his face as he would look after your farm animals, you’d walk around town together, fingers interlaced, Jeff would wear his cowboy hat, you’d visit friends and talk to some of the store owners. 

“We need some stuff, do you want to drive into town with me?” You asked as you walked into his study, he was currently reading a script, glasses on, a concentrated look on his face. Jeff couldn’t stop the smile from spreading as he looked at you, his wonderful wife. “Of course, I’ll be ready in ten.” 

The both of you were driving into town, to visit the local farmers market, his right hand was buried in the back pocket of your worn out jeans, the ones you’d always combine with one of his blue flannels. Most of the time you would walk around the market, buy the stuff you’d need, while Jeff would talk to some of the farmers. 

Jeffs eyes were fixated on your figure, a smile on his lips as he watched you walk around the small market, you would talk to some of your neighbours, pet their dogs and make their kids laugh. 

A concentrated look was on your face as you were trying to decide on which type of cheese to buy, Jeff loved to watch you, he was mesmerized by you and absolutely adored you. 

As you walked towards him, a little while later, he took a hold of your hands, pulled you in for a kiss and whispered against your lips “damn I am so lucky to have you doll.”

On most of those days you’d cook together, mostly some meat and fresh vegetables from the market, you would sit on the sofa, legs interlaced with his, two glasses of red wine placed on the table in front of you. Both of you would talk about god knows what, smiles on your lips, relishing in the feeling of being together. 

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[little-diable]

Cinnamon and coffee - JDM fluff

This imagine is inspired by Jeffreys and Hilaries wonderful love story.

„(Y/n) I have enough of you sulking around and waiting for your prince charming to run into you and spill coffee all over you. You don’t live in one of your Tumblr stories, this is real life girl.”, her friend called from the kitchen, while she was grabbing them some wine.

With a sigh (y/n) closed the tumblr app on her phone and closed her eyes. They had moved from Australia to New York about six months ago, (y/n)s friend and her have been friends for about 7 years by now and were joined at the hip ever since. (Y/n) had managed to get a job at the Austrian museum in New York and her friend was trying to find jobs as an actress ‘round NYC.

“I know I know, I will probably die alone with 20 dogs surrounding me anyways, so no big deal. It’s fine”, a sarcastic laugh left her mouth as her friend took place next to her on the sofa. They had a beautiful view over the city from their living room. 

“Did I tell you that Joey and Mike want us to come over for dinner next week? They invited some of their close friends, mostly actors, maybe I’ll have a chance to speak to some of them. Oh, and they told me that Jeffrey would be there”, unlike (y/n), she had a very bubbly personality. “No, you didn’t, but yeah sure. I miss them and their dogs.” 

Jeffrey would be there. Their neighbour. Joey talked a lot about him, said that he’d be a perfect fit for (y/n). To say that she was excited to meet him was an understatement, the stories about him intrigued her, lured her in.

Standing in front of her bedroom mirror she desperately tried to find something to wear for the dinner. Her friend had always been into fashion, while (y/n) couldn’t care less about what to wear. After looking through her closet for about 5 minutes, she decided on a pair of black skinny jeans and a maroon colored sweatshirt, paired with her black Dr Martens. 

It took them about fifty minutes to arrive at Joeys and Mikes farm, a beautiful old farmhouse with a massive garden. “Hello, my loves, I missed you so much, come on in.”, Joey greeted them with a big smile gracing his features. He was a very tall man, with greyish hair and blue eyes. He led them into the kitchen where Mike seemed to prepare the food. After surviving the stereotypical small talk Joey gave each one of them a glass of wine and they made their way to the living room.

There were 7 people scattered around the large living room, (y/n) could see the garden through the window fronts, the sun was just about to set,  leaving an orange, pinkish shimmer on the windows. Joey introduced them to his friends and (y/n)s friend instantly clicked with the group of people, she was a natural. “We are only waiting for one more, Jeffrey, he is the owner of the farm next door.”

A heavy knock was heard from the front door, it’s him. Jeffrey looked exactly like (y/n) had imagined him to be, tall, handsome and mysterious. He wore black pants, a dark blue sweater and a black cowboy hat. After hugging Joey, he stepped into the room. 

Her (y/e/c) eyes couldn’t leave his frame, she was hooked and hadn’t even talked to him yet. Jeffrey went around the room shaking hands and hugging some of the people, (y/n) could feel her friends eyes on her, she knew that (y/n) took an interest in him. Suddenly he stood in front of her his dark eyes meeting her (y/e/c) ones. “You must be (y/n), I heard a lot about you doll.”, oh god his voice. “Uhm yeah I hope only the good stuff, nice to meet you Jeffrey.”, she hated that her voice sounded so shaky.

“Okay guys, dinner is ready, let’s eat.”, Mike called from the kitchen. Jeffrey put a hand on the small of (y/n)s back and lead her to the table. She smiled at him as he pushed back her chair and helped her sit down, what a gentleman.

Dinner went by smoothly and by that, (y/n) couldn’t take her eyes off Jeffrey. They talked about her hometown, about his farm and about his acting jobs.  “Do you want to see the farm?”, she was quite proud of herself, that she didn’t pass out from Jeffreys deep voice whispering into her ear. She couldn’t find any words, her cheeks were flushed in a deep red by now, (y/n) nodded her head yes and off they went.

Jeffreys farm felt like home. The smell of leather and coffee hung in the air, he showed her around his house, never letting go of her hand, introducing (y/n) to his dogs and his alpacas. “Coffee?”, his kitchen looked very modern, painted in white, with a dark red stove. 

“My mom mixes cinnamon with the coffee beans before grounding them, supposed to work like a love potion.”, his eyes held a glimmer to them while he smirked at her. She couldn’t contain her giggles any longer. “I don’t think that you need a love potion to sweep me off my feet Jeffrey.”, she wasn’t sure where her courage come from in that moment but judging from the deep laugh erupting from his chest, he seemed to like her comment.

“You think you can come over and make me some coffee every day?”, she asked while sitting down next to him on the stairs that led out into his garden. He smiled at her while patting her knee, it was safe to say that even though she had only met him three hours ago, (y/n) was head over heels for him.

Her ringing phone ripped her out of her thoughts, (y/n)s friend was calling. She told her, that she was tired and wanted to go home. “Seems like I have to leave now, my friend is tired.”, with a sigh (y/n) took her coffee cup into the kitchen. “Give me your phone”, Jeffrey said, after typing in his number, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and said,“I’ll see you soon doll, text me as soon as you are home.”

Jeff and her started texting as soon as she got home. He had to leave the next day for a press tour in LA. Two days later a parcel arrived at her doorstep, a beautiful marine blue dress with the attached note “Your plane leaves tomorrow morning at 9, J xx”. A plane? She texted Jeff “What plane? Why the dress?”. “You are my plus one for a wedding and I miss you, killing two birds with one stone!” Oh, Jeff, you crazy bastard.

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