#jeffrey continued: BECAUSE OF DEAN'S //FUCKING// *FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

[bitchboyblonde]

He can't BELIEVE that fucking asshole was RIGHT about Sarah SETTLING FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ACTIVELY RUBBING HIS HOMEWRECKING ABILITIES IN JEFFREY'S FACE WITH ZERO EMPATHY OR COMPASSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEFFREY'S FUCKING WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[justthehiddleswrites]

Are You Jealous | Chris Evans x Reader

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary:  You spot Chris’s old co-star, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, at a party. Chris introduces the two of you but the attention you lavish on Jeffrey does not go unignored by Chris.

Warnings: Smut,Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex,Vaginal Fingering,Jealousy, mentions of cheating

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“Babe, babe,” you smacked Chris’s arm to get his attention.

“Yes?” Chris spun to face you, a gigantic smile on his face. You looked stunning tonight, the envy of every woman in the room.

“Is that Jeffrey Dean Morgan over there?” you gestured to a bearded man in the corner.

Chris squinted across the party. “Yeah it looks like it. Would you like to meet him?”

You stifled a squeal. “Can we?”

“Of course, babe.” He squeezed you tight.

He led you over to where his former costar stood conversing with a small group.

“Evans!” Jeffrey boomed when Chris came into view. “Nice beard!”

You giggled as Chris ran his hand over his whiskers. You were still undecided whether you liked the whiskers or preferred Chris clean shaven.

“Jeffrey!” Chris returned the greeting. The two men hugged as you stood awkwardly to the side. “No Hilarie tonight?”

“Kids have a cold.” Jeffrey looked over Chris’s shoulder at you. “Who is this?”

“Meet my girlfriend.” Chris gestured towards you.

“Pleasure.” You extended your hand. Jeffrey shook your hand with a firm grip and pulled you closer to him.

“Girlfriend for now, but I see how everyone is looking at her. She might decide to upgrade.” Jeffrey gave you a bit of a wink.

You giggled and tucked your chin against your chest. “Jeffrey!” You swatted at him.

“Call me Jeff.”

Chris narrowed his eyes at the exchange. He did not like the way Jeffrey’s eyes lingered over your neckline. He realized Jeffrey was married, but it didn’t make the whole situation any better.

“We don’t want to take any more of your time,” Chris pulled you back against him.

“Actually, I have been dying for some friendly conversation. I would love for you to hang around.” his eyes darted to you.

“Chris, can we hang around for a bit?” You asked, gripping his sleeve.

“Whatever you want, babe.” Chris leaned down to kiss you.

You smiled and turned to ask Jeffrey the first of many questions.

-

Two Hours Later

Chris leaned against the bar, peeling the label off his bottle of beer. You sat at a nearby table, leaning forward on your elbows. Jeffrey sat opposite to you, his hand gesturing in the air as he told a story.

“That’s some lucky girl.” the bartender commented as he cleaned a glass.

Chris’s head snapped around. “Why do you say that?

“The most beautiful girl in the room with the most mysterious guy. They are making everyone jealous tonight.”

“That is my girlfriend, and he’s married.” Chris snapped back. He pulled himself up to his full height.

“Sure doesn’t look like it from here. Just because you came with the girl doesn’t mean you are leaving with her. Another beer?” He gestured to Chris’s empty bottle.

“Nah, man.” Chris swigged the dredges before heading towards you.

“We’re leaving.” Chris stated, standing behind you. His eyes glared at Jeffrey.

You glanced at Chris over your shoulder, your brows furrowed at his expression. “I’m so sorry, honey. I lose track of time!”

You shuffled to standing and extended your hand. “Thank you for indulging me, Jeffrey.”

“My pleasure. Don’t forget the invitation to come out and meet Hilarie and the kids. Bring Chris with you, if you insist.” He gave you another wink. You giggled while Chris seethed.

“We couldn’t possibly impose on your family.” Chris made excuses as he grabbed your arm to steer you towards the exit.

You barely got in a goodbye and a wave before the two of you left the room. Chris stomped his way to the car. He slammed the car door and snapped the car into reverse.

“You’re mad.” you commented once you were on the road.

“What gave you that impression?” Chris snarked back.

That you nearly ripped the gear shift from the console.”

“Oh what do you know, she’s a comedian.” Chris gave a cynical chuckle. His face returned to a sour disposition.

“Is this about Jeff? We were just talking. He is a friendly guy.”

“Yeah and you’re friendly girl. I’m surprised you didn’t just hop right into his lap and nuzzle into his beard.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! Are you jealous?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No.”

“You ARE! Oh my god. For fuck’s sake Chris, he’s married with kids!!”

As the car pulled into the garage, Chris turned the car off and stomped into the house, slamming door along the way.

You followed suit, catching up to him in the dining room.

“So I am not allowed to talk to other guys?!” your voice turning shrill.

“Of course not. I’m not some controlling asshole. But do you have to hang all over them? And laugh like that?”

“My laughing upsets you.”

“It’s same laugh you had on our first date.” Chris’s tone softened as his head dropped to his chest.

You moved to stand in front of him. Your hands slid up his chest, tracing the edges of his muscles. You pressed against him.

“You have nothing to worry about.” You kissed along his jawline, which flexed under your touch.

“People cheat, babe.” His hands fell to the side.

“I don’t. I won’t.” You pulled up to stare him in the eyes. “I’m yours.” You pressed your lips to his.

Chris pulled you against his chest. His hands gripped your hips, certain to leave bruises. Chris walked you across the room until your backside hit against the dining table.

“You are mine.” Chris murmured as his hands slid down from your hips to cup your ass. In one motion, he lifted you up onto the table.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing the hem of your dress to inch up your thighs. Chris helped edge it up further. His eyes widened.

“No underwear?” Chris’s lips curled into a smile.

“Panty lines.”

Chris lowered himself to his knees between your legs. His nose nudged against your clit as he licked flat against your folds. You stuttered.

“Fuck, Chris!” you propped yourself onto your elbows.

Chris didn’t respond but continued to lick against you. He pushed your legs further apart. Your head fell back as he slipped his finger inside of you.

“Babe, you’re so wet for me. It is for me, right?” He paused his finger.

“Only for you.” you whimpered. “Please.”

Chris chuckled as he resumed curling his finger inside of you, soon adding a second one.

Your hands flexed at your sides as your orgasm grew closer.

“Come for me.” Chris commanded as his finger scissor and curl inside you.

A wave of pleasure rolled through your body. Your toes curled as Chris continued through your orgasm.

He pulled himself to standing and undid his belt and his pants dropped to the floor along with his boxers. He gave his cock a few strokes with his hand, smearing pre cum along the shaft before pushing into you.

Chris groaned. “God, you are amazing.” He snapped his hips against you.

As Chris thrusted into you, a second orgasm built up inside you. He leaned forward and squeeze your breasts through your dress. You moaned as he pinched your nipples.

“Fuck, Chris, I’m close.” you gasped.

Chris continued on a bruising pace and the coil inside you snapped and you clenched around Chris’s cock. He bit his lip as he spilled inside you.

His movements stilled, and a thin layer of sweat gleamed on this forehead. Chris pulled out and helped you down off the table, you didn’t even bothered to pull down your dress.

Chris kissed your temple. “You are too good for me.”

“Yes, I am.” you giggled back. “Maybe I should give Jeffrey a call.” You took off to the bedroom in a run.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Chris bellowed with a laugh in his voice as took off after you, gaining with each stride, following the sound of your giggles with a smile on his face.

[ffakc]

The Boys of Fall - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

I based this off a dream I had where Jeff and my dad were watching football together. I was being super flirty the whole time while Jeff just wanted to watch the game 😂

The Chicago Bears versus the Seattle Seahawks. Tim versus Jeff. My loving dad versus my loving husband. I prepared a feast of game day snacks for my guys and picked up their favorite brews. Today was going to be intense, to say the least.

I build a plate of food and head to the living room. The game was well underway. Jeff taps his knee with a smile and I sit on his lap.

“Here, try this,” I run my fingers through Jeff’s graying hair and kiss him. I hold a chip with hot spinach dip up to his mouth. He takes a large bite.

“Oh my,” he rolls his eyes back, “Did you make this?” he takes a sip of ice cold beer. I gesture to my mom. “Ma, you’ve really outdone yourself!”

“Thanks, Jeff!” my mom smiles. My husband looks over his array of snacks, trying to decide what to sample next.

“I’m 24 years old and I still don’t understand football,” I laugh and continue petting Jeff’s hair.

“I’ve explained it to you before!” my dad says.

“Well, the gist of it is the defense tries to prevent the offense from scoring the football. The offense must advance the ball at least 10 yards every four plays or downs. Each time the offense is successful in advancing the ball 10 yards, they get four more downs or what is called a ‘first down’. Does that make sense, sweetheart?” Jeff explains.

“A little bit,” I reply, “You’re so cute when you talk about the stuff you love.” I curl up under the fuzzy blanket while Jeff’s hands rub my back.

“These wings are delicious too, doll. And you don’t even miss the meat!” Jeff remarks, biting into a cauliflower Buffalo wing.

“Yeah, she made those for Grandpa once and damn near killed him,” my dad jokes.

“It’s true! I think I added more hot sauce than barbecue,” I giggle.

“I don’t mind a little heat,” Jeff replies.

“Well, if you’re going to eat those spicy wings,” I lean into Jeff’s ear, my voice barely above a whisper, “You better brush your teeth real good later. I want your mouth all over me, Daddy.” I feel Jeff get excited in his gray Seahawks sweatpants, grateful he was under the blanket, for those sweatpants definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. He squeezes my backside and bites his lower lip. His face quickly turns to frustration.

“NOT A PASS!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!” my husband yells, causing me to flinch, “Sorry, babe,” Jeff rubs my shoulder, “Didn’t mean to scare you.” My dad laughs maniacally.

“Well, Mr. Morgan! Look who’s not doing so hot!” Jeff tosses up a middle finger with a smirk. “Hey now, play nice. Just because your team sucks doesn’t mean you get to flip off your father in law.”

“Can I smack your dad?” Jeff jokes.

“Jeffrey!” I playfully slap his chest and we all laugh, “How about another beer?” Jeff nods.

“God, I really love your daughter, Mr. C,” Jeff says as I hand him the beverage with a kiss, “Thanks, baby.” I sit back on my husband’s knee.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else for a son in law, Jeff. Look at the way she looks at you.” I make a goofy face and Jeff wheezes, “Okay, maybe not like THAT. But it makes me so happy to see her happy. She never holds back about how much she loves you, and don’t we all want that in a partner?”

“Very true, I’ll drink to that. I love you, (name).”

“I love you too, Jeffrey,” I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck.

***

I waited for my husband to finish his shower as I dicked around on my phone. We were sleeping in my childhood bedroom. I shut off the lamp next to the bed, letting the moonlight illuminate the space I used to call my own. The crisp, fall breeze feels heavenly. Jeff appears in the doorway, hair damp and pajama bottoms clinging to his hips. His manly, brunette chest hair turned me on like crazy. He shuts and locks the door behind him.

“Nice room you’ve got here. I dig the orange walls,” my husband looks around.

“Yeah, I think we repainted my junior year of high school. I was going through an artsy phase,” I giggle.

“It’s very cozy,” Jeff smiles and places his glasses on the nightstand. I beckon with my finger. “What are you doin’, Princess?” He climbs on top of me and kisses me deeply, tasting very faintly of cigarettes, but mostly like minty toothpaste, “Oh, I see. I know what you want. Don’t worry,” he glides his tongue over his teeth, “Nice and clean, no more Buffalo sauce,” he teases. I laugh as he buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning. My husband smells so damn good. Jeff’s kisses trail down my body, “Look at my little girl. Oh fuck yes. So wet already, Princess?” he rasps, burying his nose in the freshly trimmed hair of my most sensitive area.

“You always get me there, Daddy,” I nod and bite my lip.

“You smell scrumptious. Good enough to eat, baby cakes,” Jeff lowers his voice to a whisper, “We’re going to have to keep it down a bit, doll,” Jeff makes a satisfied “mmm” noise and he sucks my clit, “Don’t want Mom and Dad to know how good I tongue-fuck you, hm?” He slurps loudly, “That’s my good girl.” He kisses around my outer lips and slides a finger inside.

“Daddy,” I whine, “Oh fuck!” I rock myself against Jeff’s hot, wet mouth as he grips my hips. He adds another slender finger and begins curling them slightly, hitting just the right spot. “Jeffrey, oh god yes! Jeffrey!” I gasp. Staying quiet while my silver fox’s tongue dove in and out and around every inch of me was damn near impossible.

“You sure have a pretty little pussy, my gorgeous wife,” I LOVED when Jeff called me that. I was Mrs. Morgan, now and forever, and he was never going to let me go. Jeff brings me to the edge of a mind blowing orgasm and readjusts himself. He hovers above me, pressing his lips into mine. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little brains out now,” Jeff lets out a vaguely Negan sounding chuckle. I beg for it as he taps the tip of his hard cock against my clit, “But maybe,” I run my hands over his stomach and across his chest, his nipples hardening from the stimulation and the cool night air. “Maybe I want you to beg for it, sweetheart,” his croaky voice gives me chills.

“Please, I need it so bad,” I can barely speak.

“I can’t hear you,” Jeff teases.

“Please, Jeff! I need your big, fat cock inside of me!” I speak a little louder.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Jeff sinks into me with a groan, “I ain’t going to last long, you feel so go-oh hell yes, that’s it. Right there,” he bites his lower lip as he thrusts deep and slow, smooth and even. The fullness makes me shake. He hushes me gently as he brushes two fingers over my clit, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, sweetheart, I’m so close.”

“Come on, Daddy. Finish inside me, Jeff. Please finish insi- oh fuck! Fuck me harder!” I whine. Jeff quickens his pace as small beads of sweat gather on his forehead. Jeff curses under his breath, making low growls of pleasure.

“You want it in your pussy, hm? You want Daddy to breed you good?” I nod quickly and inhale sharply as an intense orgasm overtakes me. I shove my face in the pillow, attempting to muffle my sounds. “I’m fucking cumming, Princess, oh fuck yes! Yes, baby girl! Oh god!” I drip with Jeff’s sticky, warm juices as he pulls out. He rests his head on my chest and I begin stroking his hair.

“Jeffrey Dean, you fucking animal,” I pant.

“I’ve still got it. At 54, I’ve still got it,” Jeff jokes.

***

Jeff pours himself a cup of coffee and joins us at the dining room table. He rests his head on my shoulder lovingly.

“Did you sleep good? You look tired, Jeff,” my mom laughs.

“Yeah, slept wonderfully,” Jeff smiles.

“Is everyone still coming over later?” I ask.

“As far as I know. If you two want to run to the store-“

“Okay, I have to say something. It’s bugging the hell out of me,” my dad speaks up.

“You okay, Mr. C?” Jeff looks confused.

“Yeah, um, I couldn’t sleep last night. Now, I can’t stop you guys from doing what married couples do, just know that the headboard in that bedroom is LOOSE and LOUD,” my dad says.

“Oh my god,” I bury my face in my hands and Jeff turns red.

“Just be more careful, okay bud?” my dad pats his son in law’s shoulder.

“Yes sir,” Jeff holds back laughter. I sip my coffee with a smirk, squeezing Jeff’s knee under the table. And here we thought we were being sneaky.

[fuckingfuckityfuck]

First

A/N: Originally,this was supposed to be a story but then my drafts got deleted idek why or how.I tried to write it the way how I remembered it.Let me know your thoughts on this one.✨

Pairing/s : Jeffrey Dean Morgan x reader, Negan x reader

Warning/s: mentions of sex

Tomorrow will be my second week portraying one of Negan's wives on the walking dead.

My first scene was easy.I had one line and that was it.The rest was either me walking around or sitting pretty.

Jeffrey made sure that I was comfortable with him.That's why he decided to have sessions with me before doing the actual scenes.And you were fine with it.

The other casts and staffs were very friendly and fun to work with.They welcomed me with big open arms into their family.

Since this was your first ever show,Kirkman thought it would be fun experimenting with your character.

You knew how wild his imagination was and you were pretty excited with how your character is going to be portrayed.

He wanted your character to be lively and very sarcastic.He wanted you to have that power over Negan.Your character is Negan's favorite wife.

At first,it was hard to act intimidating infront of Jeffrey.Hell,you were intimidated by him.

A knock on the door pulled you away from your thoughts.I stood up and opened the door to see Jeffrey standing there with papers in his hands.

"Time for rehearsals?" He said and I mentally face palmed myself.

"Oh god." I muttered.

Jeffrey chuckled and patted my shoulders.

"I see,you're not the only one stressed out here.Angela wanted to know if you're fine with our next scene." He asked.

And I totally forgot the most important thing.My love making scene with Jeffrey will be tonight.

"What's wrong with me and my memory today.I totally forgot that it's today." I said and Jeffrey laughed.

"I feel like you're the old one here and not me." He joked and I nervously laughed.

"Why don't we get inside and start our rehearsal?That way we can discuss our scene?" Jeffrey continued and I nodded at his suggestion,which is good.

Mostly,for our scenes,I just follow his lead.I told him that and he knows.

She couldn't believe the rage building inside her.She wasn't acting like herself but she couldn't stop the words coming out from her mouth.

For some reason,she wanted to test how far Negan would go.

Twirling around to grab the door knob,she heard a slam on the table.

"Don't you even fucking dare leave this room without fixing the shit you caused" Negan angrily said in a loud voice.

Holy shit,calm yourself y/n.Just like you practiced,you will be fine.

Breathing heavily,you slowly turned around to see Negan glaring up at you.

"Can't you just let me go?You said it yourself that if we don't feel like we belong here anymore,then we can just go.There are walkers everywhere,Negan." You said in a low voice,not wanting to increase the tension building between you two.

"That's the real threat,not me walking away from your overprotective and jealous ass.I just don't get why you have to punish every single man who comes across me?It's not like I'll cheat on you or anything." You continued explaining to him.

It was starting to frustrate you everytime you hear someone gets a hot iron on their face or a lash on their back just because Negan apparently saw them checking you out.

"I don't even know if this is marriage to you,it clearly isn't one.We're supposed to be partners.Not you owning me,telling me to just be here when I fully know that I can be out there too.Earlier,what I did,I had to prove to myself that I can do it too.And I did." You said and saw his eyes soften a little bit.

Slowly,Negan stood up from the couch and went to stand in front of you.

You felt his hand on your chin,tilting your head up so he could look at your face.

You saw his eyes glimmer with humor and lust?

"So you want us to be like a normal married couple?Not this apocalyptic survival mode marriage?Do I have to bring you breakfast in bed?" Negan mumbled and you wanted to punch him right there and then.

"I can't even talk to you properly.You always have these crazy ass jokes.Am I a joke to you?"

"Oh kitten,you are not a joke to me.You are my lifeline.Jokes aside,i also happen to love your pussy.Which brings me to ask,what time does your pussy open?" Negan said as he put his hand on your waist,pulling you closer to him.You giggled and looked up at him.

And that's where you lost it.You pulled his face and kissed him hungrily.Following the script,Jeffrey held your face between his hands.You felt his tongue on your lips,asking for permission.

You moaned out when you felt his hand on your waist,going lower to your ass.

Negan growled when he felt your hand on his growing bulge.He missed her like hell.

Being able to do this with her after being gone for weeks makes him want to slam his dick in her wet pussy right there and then.

But he needs to feel her,touch her,savor every inch of her body that he missed.

"God,i fucking miss this,kitten." Negan mumbled while trying to unclasp your bra.

With one movement,he pulled down your bra,leaving your chest bare for him to see.

Negan wasted no time and went to suck one of your boobs,his left hand playing with the other one.Your hands are tugging at his hair,feeling a wet sensation pooling between your legs.

"Negan,please" You moaned out,forcing him down to your legs.

Jeffrey looked up at you,at that moment,you didn't know what to feel when you saw his face.You wanted to pounce on him,feel him between you,slamming his huge dick in a hard thrust of his hips.You totally forgot that you were just filming a scene.

"I love it when you say my name like that,makes me want to ram my big,fat,juicy cock inside your wet little cunt.Do you want that?" Negan growled while fondling with the hem of your panties.

You nodded,not having the voice to speak out.You just wanted to lay down and let him have his way on you.

"Fuck,you're already dripping wet on my fingers and that's just me playing with your delicious breasts" Negan said as he put one finger inside of you.

Good lord,as much as you wanted him to pounce on you,there were people everywhere.You can feel everyone's eyes at the both of you.But here's Jeffrey not even caring about anyone.

"Cut! Next scene we'll have you lay down on Negan's bed.Take a break for 30 minutes." Greg yelled using a microphone.

People shuffled around,leaving you and Jeffrey alone.

"That was hot"Jeffrey said as he threw you a bathrobe while putting his over his body.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"I hope i looked fine.I feel like my hair's everywhere.We still have to do the main scene and that's where I'm worried most." You said.

Jeffrey shook his head."You look absolutely stunning with your hair all over the place.You look like you're about to get fucked"

You sighed.

It was hard to pretend that it's not affecting you,but it does.Every scene that you do with him,gets harder for you.You just hoped that no one would notice.Even Jeffrey.

masterlist

[northernxstories]

a contemplation of muses

Multi-thread Muses - in other words will multi-ship the fuck outta these boys.

Bjorn - obviously. I literally adore this muse. If you want him, you can have him. You will continue to see 100 different versions of him on this blog as he can either be a sweet teddy bear or a mean ol’ grumpy bear. Mostly sweet but can also be a prideful prickly man. 

Ivar - another obvious selection because he is terrible and wonderful all at once. I love him. You want him, he’s yours. 

Rare Thread Muses - less common muses. Will still multi-ship them though.

Sullivan - my sociopath who enjoys doing very bad things to very pretty people. If you want the darkness and Ivar seems soft to you, here is the muse for you (assuming you don’t mind Mr. Wentworth Miller’s gorgeous face).

Ubbe - mostly still here for those glorious poly threads or the rare ship where he just works. 

Single Player Muses - muses I will write for one mun (or ship). usually created for someone specifically or for an rpg that died. If you don’t like seeing your favourites in a thousand different pairings with other muns, these are the ones I have on offer. They will be struck from this list as they are claimed so no confusion. 

Theodore (Tom Hiddleston FC)

Jack (Sebastian Stan FC)

Bash (Tom Hardy FC)

Avery (Harrison Osterfield FC)

[Others in this category include: Daniel Sharman, David Guintoli, Paul Rudd, Henry Ian Cusick and Jeffrey Dean Morgan]

Last but never least - faces I love but am pretty sure no one else does but putting here on the off chance there are other nerds out there like me who love these men.

Daniel [John Cho FC]

Gustus (from the 100 - hardly any gifs but fully obsessed with his character)

I have been obsessed with Alessandro Juliani since he was Felix Gaeta on BSG but I think I might be the only one. 

[ms-rampage]

New Dawn: New Horizons Chapter 2 - An Archangel’s Daughter

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: Gabriel confronts Lucifer to protect Daenerys from him. Cristina tells her parents about her encounter with Lucifer. 

Guest OCs: Thomas Winchester-Smith (FC: Colin Ford), Jeffrey Winchester-Smith (FC: Dylan Everett)

Guest characters: Carmina Rye, Gabriel [Supernatural], Lucifer [Supernatural]. Sam and Dean Winchester [mentioned]

Written by @athenalillystar and myself. Supernatural & Far Cry New Dawn crossover. Hope y'all enjoy! 💗💗

Taglist: @wargames94 @rabbitsoldier @mrsladydiana @vicki-the-sinner

The Winchester kids, and Carmina Rye sitting at Roughneck’s Crag. Laughing, having a great time, and enjoying the Montana night around the bonfire. 

Not far from them, Lucifer appears, tracking down Daenerys. Just to see how special this human child is to his brother. He walks through the tall grass, the lights from the hut lightning up the dark mountain, wooded area with dead trees, dirt roads and the loud rock music playing.

Lucifer sees the kids, figuring out which one of them is Daenerys. Clearly it’s not either of the two boys, it's not the tall brunette with the blue streaks because he met, and spoke to her hours earlier. 

So it’s either pink, purple hair (Daenerys), glasses (Bianca), or beanie (Carmina).

He listens in on their conversations from 25 feet away, hiding in the darkness. Underneath the water tower. So far he’s able to get their names.

Jeffrey, Thomas, Bianca, Carmina and Daenerys, but still doesn’t know who is who. The small pink, purple haired girl steps away from the others.

“Dae, where you going?!” Cristina asks.

“I’m getting a drink!!” she responds. 

“Get me one too!” the elder sibling responds. 

“So you’re the one who’s holding my brother back” Lucifer says to himself. 

He follows her, while remaining hidden. “Who would’ve known the small pink, purple haired one would be “fathered” by my brother” he tells himself, “It makes sense. She looks like a unicorn threw up on her hair, she looks like she eats a lot of candy, sugar, and yet has a petite figure”. 

He watches her go through the cupboards inside the hut. He’s about to approach her, when the sound of wings fluttering stops him.

“What are you doing here?!?” an angry whisper asks. He turns around, and sees a furious Gabriel with his arms crossed.

Lucifer smirks, “I see you’ve been working on your dad face. Keep it up, it looks good” giving him a thumbs up.

His arms still crossed, and still angry, “What are you doing here?!?” he asks again.

“I just wanted to see what was so special about “wittle” Daenerys” he says mockingly.

“Get out of here!” he demands him.

He scoffs, and crosses his arms “No, and if I don’t, what are you gonna do about it?!. With very little powers you have”.

He takes a few steps closer to him. “I’m not gonna need much to take you down Lucifer” Gabriel threatens him. He gives him a mocking look, and chuckles. 

“Really? Because I can kill you right now, and little Dany won’t know what happened to her “father”. Does she even know you’re an Archangel?!. Well half Archangel, but more on the human side”.

Not wanting to give his brother the satisfaction on telling him the truth. He continues to stare at him, not saying a word. His lack of response makes Lucifer’s mouth drop open in a dramatic fashion.

His hand covering his mouth, “Oh my dad, she doesn’t know you’re, or were, an Archangel!?!”.

Gabriel looks away for a moment, and back at Lucifer, shaking his head “No. No she doesn’t know, and I don’t want her to know. She doesn’t know I’m not her real father, and Kate wants it that way”.

Lucifer clenches his teeth, squinting his eyes and says mockingly, “It’s never a good thing to lie to your child. Well she’s not your child, so I guess it's okay to lie to her”.

He stares at him once more, telling his older brother in frustration “Lucifer, just leave. I have enough on my plate already”.

He immediately responds back, “And what is that Gabe?!. Not having your powers?. Dad not answering your calls?. Being a human?. It sucks doesn’t it?!?”.

He raises his hand, snapping his fingers, freezing time, and approaches the group of kids. Standing behind Daenerys.

“Lucifer!” Gabriel mutters angrily, marching towards him “Lucifer, get away from them!!”.

He glares at Daenerys in disgust, “What is so special about this small human?!?. I mean this color. It's so bleh” he gags in disgust.

“Lucifer, stay away from them!” he threatens him again.

“But this one!” he points to Cristina, “This one, I like. I spoke to her earlier”.

Gabriel looks at him in confusion, “You spoke to Cristina?!?”.

He nods his head, “Yep. We had a nice little chat. About how dad farted on humanity, tried to wipe them all out. How he spoke to Joseph Seed about the Collapse, and how he played him”.

“She knows you’re!?!” he asks, motioning his hand up, and down “Lucifer?!”.

“Yeah, she freaked out!. I don’t think mommy Paige told her about, our kind” he whispers the last few words.

He follows up, “Which makes sense because your pink headed daughter doesn’t know you’re an Archangel, and pretty much lied to her, her whole life. How old is she? 12? 14? 15?”. 

“She’s 16” he mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“16!” he says “ethusasically”, placing his hands on his cheeks, “Wow, she should be in high school. Talking about boys, getting her nails done, or something like that. I don’t know”.

Still fed up with his brother's antics and already annoyed that he decided to show himself to his human niece, and is threatening his daughter. 

“What are you trying to do here?!?” he asks, irritated with his brother's antics. 

“Seriously. What is so special about her?” he motions to Daenerys, “What’s so special about Kate Winchester, or the Winchesters in general?!?”, trying to somehow convince his brother.

Gabriel groans in annoyance, rolling his eyes, “Okay, fine. When I cast out of Heaven, and landed here, the only humans I knew were the Winchesters. I didn’t know Kate, and Paige were pregnant. With very little strength, and powers I had, I went to them and their family. I knew they would take me in. Yeah they didn’t really trust me at first, but then I explained to them what was happening in the world. They believed me. Now with Dany, when Kate was pregnant I took care of her, and she gave birth, I took care of the baby. I helped Kate raise her, and that's why she's so important to me. I watched her grow up, and she saw me as her father.”

Lucifer acts touched to what his little brother had said. He says, pretending to be tearful. 

“That was just so touching” he wipes a fake tear from his eye. “I can feel my heart growing with happiness”. 

Gabriel knows he’s faking it. It’s his thing.

“Yeah sure. You really think I’m gonna believe that crap” he tells him.

Gabriel looks at his temporarily frozen daughter, “Believe me or not, I don’t care. Whether she came from me or not. She’s still my daughter. I helped raise her, and if I have to protect her from you, or any other bag of dicks, I will. My lack of powers won’t stop me from protecting her”.

Lucifer shrugs, lifting his arms up, “Have it your way, but also remember I’m still not done with you”.

He snaps his fingers, disappearing, and unfreezing time. Gabriel quickly teleports back to the compound. 

Daenerys looks in the direction where her dad was standing. Thinking she saw him, just merely seconds ago.

“You okay Dae?” Bianca asks her. 

She looks around confused, “Yeah, I thought I saw my dad. That was weird” she laughs it off. 

They all stay there for another 15 minutes before getting up, heading back to their car, and going home.

***

Back at the compound Gabriel walks through the front door, and a worried Kate approaches him.

“Gabe!! Where have you been?!?” she asks, now relievedly.

He stammers a bit, “I-I uh”. He lets out a sharp exhale, and tells her the truth, “When I went out earlier to contact my dad, Lucifer”.

“Lucifer?!?!” Kate exclaims. It catches Paige, Kenneth, Adrian, Mandy, Mark and Nate's attention, making all of them turn around.

“What about Lucifer?!?” Paige asks from the kitchen.

He continues “Lucifer appeared to me, and he wanted me to go with him”.

“Go with him? Where?” Kate asks.

“He didn’t say. He saw you Kate in one of the windows, and he was like “You live with the Losechesters now?!” and I told him that I am. I told him that I couldn’t go with him because of her”.

“Daenerys?!” she whispers.

Nodding his head, “Yeah, he went to where they were at tonight, and I was able to confront him before she could see him”.

“Oh no, no, no” Kate mutters, shaking her head. 

The others, Cody, Martin, Barbara and everyone else hear the commotion and enter the living room. 

“He didn’t say anything to her, or he didn’t do anything to them?!?” she asks, about to start panicking. 

“No, no he didn’t do anything to them, or to her. But he did mention that he. Talked to Cristina earlier” he hesitates on the last part.

“What?!?!” Paige shouts, getting up from her seat “What did that asshole say to her?!?”.

“He knew she was your kid, and he also wanted to know why Daenerys is so special to me. I told him why, but he didn’t believe me. Which is typical of him".

Exhaling in frustration, “I can’t believe him. I can’t believe he would show himself to her, and all those years. I tried shielding our kids from that life and all that demon crap”.

“Well it doesn’t really help when we have an actual Archangel living with us” Mark informs Paige.

“I know, I know, but none of the kids know he’s an Archangel” she tells them, stress in hervoice.

Gabe sighs “That’s another thing Lucifer mentioned”. 

“What?!” Kate asks.

“He asked if Daenerys knew I’m an Archangel, and I told him “that I don’t want her to ever find out about it", and he tried to make me feel guilty for lying to her”.

They all stare at him, he continues “He also asked if she knows that I’m not her real dad”.

Kate looks at the floor in anger, her hands trembling, “I can’t believe him. I expected this from him, but him putting our daughter into it, that's crossing a major fucking line”.

They see headlights, a car pulling into the property, they all turn back and see the kids. 

“Okay, let's not say anything to them until we get all of this figured out” Paige tells them. 

They all agree, and go do their own thing. The kids enter the house, still talking and laughing.

Gabriel, who is still worried about his brother doing harm to Daenerys, stays quiet about the whole thing until he can figure out a way to get rid of him. Or somehow keep his ass quiet, and prevent him from showing himself to her, and the other kids.

****

Later that night, Cristina is unable to sleep, or prevent her mind from wandering because of Lucifer. She gets up out of bed, goes to her parents room. 

Paige and Kenneth look up at her.

“What’s wrong Cri?” Kenneth asks.

A look of worry and confusion on her face, “There’s something I need to tell you both” she says to them. 

“What is it?” Paige asks, already knowing what this is about. 

She sits at the edge of their bed, “Earlier today when Daenerys, Bianca and I went to scavenge for supplies. When I was alone in one of the houses looking for supplies. A man appeared, and he said his name was Lucifer”.

Paige and Kenneth look at each other, “What did he look like?!” she asks.

“He was tall, had blond hair, blue eyes. Had some facial hair. He was wearing a mustard color, beige jacket, white t-shirt, and dark blue jeans” she explains every detail of him, from what she can remember of the encounter.

Paige sighs, looks down at the floor. “That was indeed Lucifer.”

“He said he knew you, and aunt Kate” Cristina tells them. 

Paige nods her head, “Yeah, we have a long history with him. Kate killed Lilith all those years ago, and Kate happens to be Lilith’s true vessel. We thought killing her, for the 2nd time, would prevent Lucifer from rising, and getting out of his cage but it did the exact opposite. It freed Lucifer from his cage. She had me killed, and I died. I spent 20 years in Hell, which is 2 months Earth time. I was raised from perdition by the Archangel Michael. In total I’ve died 7 times”. 

Cristina looks at her mother with wide eyes and disbelief. Completely speechless. She looks over at her father Kenneth, and he nods his head. This better be all a dream. This can’t be real!.

“What? How? When? What?!!” she stammers, “Who else knows about this?!?”.

“I do, your grandmother, and your aunt” Kenneth answers, “No one else can know about this. Not your siblings, not Daenerys, not a soul can know about this sort of thing.”

Paige explains to her eldest, “I was 4 years old when my dad died. He died in a house fire that was started by a demon named Azazel. Your grandmother, aunt and I travel a lot, hunting down the demon that killed my father, and ruined our family. It’s a very long story, just to give you the short version. I never wanted you, and your siblings to live the life Kate and I lived growing up”. 

“We wanted a normal life for you guys” Kate jumps in, leaning against the doorframe, “I agree, no one else can know about this, and the man you saw today. Lucifer, the real Lucifer”.

“Okay so what about Sam and Dean Winchester?!?” she asks, "Who are they??".

Kate and Paige look at each other and nod their heads.

“They’re family. Were family. They were our 1st cousins, their dad John, and our dad Joel were cousins. Their dads Henry and Alfred were brothers” Paige tells her, holding back tears, "Your brothers are named after them. They were the best hunters we have ever known. They were very brave. They've saved the world so many times, and we've never forgotten about them. We always think about them." 

“We come from a long line of hunters. Not your typical hunters, but we hunted monsters. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, demons, all that shit” Kate tells her. 

“I need to go lie down” Cristina says, getting up from the bed, going to her room. Feeling lightheaded.

“Don’t tell anyone. Please, we don't want anyone to freak out, or panic. So just don’t tell anyone” Paige pleads her. 

“Okay” Cristina mutters, nodding her head. Walking towards her bedroom. 

Going to her room, laying down on her bed, and trying to go to sleep. Only to wake up minutes later to the sound of rustling in the corner of her room. She sits up, turning on her light. Nothing. She lays back down, closing her eyes.

The rustling returns but she ignores it, turning on to her side, facing the wall. She hears very faint humming, thinking it's just her imagination. She ignores it. It grows slightly louder, and kind of obnoxious. 

She sits up, and turns on her light again. She sees the same man from that afternoon. Lucifer.

“Hello!” he greets with that same calm voice, and a slight smirk on his face.

She’s about to scream, but he covers her mouth immediately. Muffling her screams.

“Why do you humans always act this way to surprising visitors?!?!” he asks annoyed, shaking his head.  

[letterstothemidnightsociety]

Alright, so if you've been following along with me, Supernatural season 3 starts out on a trio of episodes that are Really Fun, slides into some episodes that are Pretty OK, then takes a real nose dive into Bummersville. Hoo boy guys, I really hope that this season picks up. I mean, it won’t, but I can still dream. 2021 was maybe not the year to start watching this season. Fair warning.

The next three episodes for this season are just, like, real downers. First we get “Fresh Blood,” which, aside from the terrible title, starts out on a high note. Gordon (gross) somehow manages to catch up with Bela (HOW??) and threatens her if she doesn’t hand over the Winchesters. Bela, in all of her class and grace, won’t give them up because she has a high price point and Gordon is really lowballing her here. Just like, yes, ok, please stay forever, you’re amazing and I love you. And what a scene this is! You have two characters, one with a strict moral code (albeit one that allows for violence and winning at all costs) and the other with almost NO moral code, but an allegiance that can be bought with the best price and it’s such a fun back and forth until Gordon pulls out a gun. And then she pulls out her phone and just has Dean on speed dial and that’s maybe my fav part. Bela has run into the Winchesters twice and they maybe legit hate her but she’s very much like, oh yeah, my BFF’s the Winchesters, I love those idiots!

I love that we come back to this moment later in the episode when Bela, like, three days later, is like, Oh! I guess I should warn the Winchesters that some crazy guy is after them! She’s just so casual about it you kind of get the feeling that, even though technically Gordon was threatening her life, she doesn’t view him as A Threat. She gives the Winchesters a heads up just to be like oh yeah, you might want to watch out for this mild inconvenience, and she seems legit shocked when Dean freaks out. There’s this moment that plays across her face like, oh shit, did I...did I fuck up? And it adds a nice bit of depth to her character. She’s seems honestly worried, both for the lives of the Winchesters but also that Dean won’t like her anymore and that is just a charming bit of A C T I N G!

I am gonna miss her SO MUCH when she dies at the end of this season. WHY did we CANCEL HER???

But despite the fun beginning, this episode is about monsters and how people become monsters and how other people are probably the reason. Because our main baddie is a vampire who hunts to...well, listen if we look at the facts that he lays out in his monologue, it’s a little more tragic - he’s trying to replace the daughters that he lost hundreds of years ago, cool motive, still murder. In practice though, he goes around turning hot blonde coeds into vampires and then ?????? Who knows. I’d like to believe that this was a problem with the CW executives or maybe casting/directing and not with the writing, but it’s SPN and you really can’t be sure with anything. The fact is, this is a CW show from the early 2000’s and a lot of their extras are cast to type. And that’s maybe me exhibiting some girl-on-girl crime, but there are other episodes that did a much less blatantly gross job casting their extras/Very Special Guest Stars.

Anyway, the POINT of this guy is that he’s a monster because someone killed his daughter and he’s just been trying to fill that grief hole inside of him for centuries. This is not unlike Gordon, who ALSO has been trying to fill a grief hole that he’s had for decades, except he’s not killing people and resurrecting them as blood suckers, he’s just killing them. And then, when the Vamp decides to turn Gordon it’s a real sweet moment of comeuppance for like, a HOT second and then you’re like, awww dude, ya done f’ed up. That was a bad idea. You’ve made a HUGE mistake.

More importantly, our Vampire In Question finally runs into the Winchesters and get’s to say things like “I was desperate! You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?” and also “I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like ... it's like being dead already.” and Dean’s v. much like, THIS IS TOO REAL ROY.

Sam may ALSO be feeling Too Real feelings because he is DONE dicking around with Gordon and honestly yes, I like this, this is good Sam development. It’s nice to know that Sam has a breaking point. And I admit I’m of two minds about this moment because 1) I love the idea of Dark!Sam this season and that maybe Sam’s decision to actually kill Gordon is just one step in that process but 2) I ALSO love the idea of Sam Lite finally having a breaking point and Gordon is IT. I don’t know which theory I like more in this scenario, but they are both good theories.

I think as much as this episode wants to draw parallels between the monsters and Dean (thank you artful editors), you can’t look at the “I’ve lost everyone I ever loved,” line and not think of Sam? Cuz he’s got one (1) person left in his life that hasn’t died horribly, so how desperate is he about to get through the end of this season? I’ve definitely been watching this season with eyes on all the ominous Dean foreshadowing, but the Sam foreshadowing is also there, just buried under the heavy weight of a thousand smulders and suicidal levels of denial.

And also, FUCK the tag on this episode! Guys, it is CUTE but it is also HORRIBLE. Dean starts teaching Sam how to fix the Impala and at first it’s all, “Oh! Adorable Brothers Being Brothers!” and I loved it but then I almost immediately hated it because you realize this is about making sure Sam can get along without him once he’s gone and Dean just accepts his own death with such casual ease that it’s just...INFURIATING!

This scene was rude and I HATE IT!

Cut to - “A Very Supernatural Christmas” Special!

Guys, I was so excited when I got to this episode. THIS is Classic Supernatural Shenanigans. Plus, you know a Holiday Special is the ultimate sign that this show has Made It, right? Or it could be a sign that they’re selling out, who knows, but I think we can say that at this point in the series, SPN is established enough to start having fun with their fans. That’s what this says to me. BUT THEN what we get is like...oh boy.

First - like, I’mma beat this horse to death, but what is WRONG with this FAMILY? John Winchester very quickly devolved into the sort of father that forgot about every single holiday and did not ever, even a little bit, make up for it. It’s not a surprise, but it kind of wrecked me seeing a flashback where Baby Dean is just so attached to a father who can’t be bothered to actually care for his children. I know he’s not in this episode because Jeffrey Dean Morgan was tied up in other projects, but the fact that John doesn’t show up at the end to button the flashbacks with a But then he DID show up for Christmas! just makes this plot line that more gutting. And despite Dean’s hero worship of their father, this is maybe the Christmas where Baby Sam stops believing in his own father. The only bright side to this is that it continues to enforce the fact that Bobby should have sued John for custody. Bobby should maybe STILL Sue for custody so that Dean at least would feel like someone wants him for once in his life, damnit.

And then we wrap this episode up with the Best Worst Christmas of all, because we see Sam start to...also?? accept that Dean is about to die? Cuz that’s what this episode is really about - Dean’s Last Christmas. And everything about that makes me ~ u p s e t ~.

So Sam decides to put his curmudgeonly grinchy attitude aside in order to make it a special day for Dean and ugh. UGH. UGHGHGHG. Season three is the worst guys, and I can’t believe I didn’t realize that until right this second now.

So let’s wrap this up with "Malleus Maleficarum", honestly an episode that is mostly forgettable until we get to, like, the last five minutes. Sure, witches and curses and selling your soul, woohoo whatever.

But then we get some real Ruby centric reveals and like, WHAT is happening?? First off, the scene where Ruby and Tammy have a moment is a real Moment. There is some baggage and tension here and it is heavy. And then Tammy drops the mic when she reveals that Ruby used to be human.

THEN, Ruby legit saves their asses by killing Tammy with a fancy magic knife. Ok, Dean does the actual killing, but Ruby brought the fancy magic knife. So between the hot and heavy tension with “Tammy” and her repeated attempts to keep the Winchesters alive, we’re left wondering what IS Ruby’s deal? I personally wonder how much of the show’s mythology the show actually has figured out at this point? Because interviews with Kripke definitely walk the line between “Oh we definitely have this whole thing worked out,” and “yeah, we’re sort of finding things as we go along,” which is maybe why it’s able to last as long as it does. More on that later.

Of course the big kicker is the final scene between Ruby and Dean. Dean is almost on board with Ruby at this point in the season, and much like his scene with the demon in “Sin City”, they share a kind of vulnerable moment together where Ruby admits that, yeah, she was human once and yeah, Hell will destroy you, body and soul, and yeah Dean’s worst fear will probably come true - he will become the thing he hunts, no ifs, ands or buts about it. And Dean knows that Ruby knows that Dean knows that there’s no way to save Dean from his fate, but they both agree that they can’t take Sam’s last ounce of hope away from him because, for both of them, Sam is their hope. Ruby and Dean both see the war happening around them and they know that with Dean gone, Sam’s maybe the last guy holding back the tide to save all humanity.

Which, honestly? Bull shit. Do you know how many hunters are out there? Neither do I, but this season seems to indicate that there are a LOT. We have barely scratched the surface on the hunter community and it’s a damn shame that they are all weirdo loners because there is a war going on. You know what works great in a war? An ARMY. Buncha mentally unstable, martyr-complex ijits who can’t put their differences aside for one damn MINUTE so that maybe, JUST maybe, the could actually defeat the evil they’ve spent their entire lives dedicated to fighting. And if Ruby and Dean wanted to help Sam, what they should probably do is get him plugged in to that community. I do believe that of all they backasswards, self-obsessed, painfully anti-social crazies out there, the Winchesters are THE WORST.

Listen tho, this was like, a solid scene between these two. Just a lot of work goin' into this and it paid off.

Anyway, back to the mythology for a hot second - This sort of loosey-goosey stumbling into your own world building is probably another one of those things that you’ll only really get in a show with this many episodes per season? It’s that room to play and experiment and just make stuff up as you go along. I think the slow drip method of releasing episodes ALSO helps in this scenario because you’re able to see what fans are reacting to in almost-real time. When viewers are binging episodes, I think you're less likely to see what specifically they’re reacting to and more wholistically they’re reacting to. And that’s not to say you won’t see those specific things that they like/love eventually, but by the time you get there, your season’s been produced in its entirety and you’ll have to bear that in mind for (hopefully) next season. But with SPN, they were writing and producing the show at the same time that some of the episodes were airing. That’s why they were able to make decisions on the fly, based on what fans responded to. And definitely by this point in the show, there was a sizeable and vocal fan base that made their feelings VERY well-known. We’re only in season three, but they’ve already had a number of con appearances and a pretty active online presence. That kind of feedback has got to be helpful, from a writing perspective, but it also allows for things like characters getting cut because nobody liked them for some dumb reason. BUT, if you’re fighting to stay on the air for 100 episodes or longer, responding to fan reactions is what’s gonna do it and that’s a fact.

[babygirl06301]

1x22: Devil’s Trap Rating: ★★★★★

Look here for my explanations of these reviews.

Written by: Eric Kripke

Directed by: Kim Manners

Y’all, Alpha Dean showed up in this episode! Here I was thinking that this version of Dean didn’t show up until after John died, but I guess it just became permanent then because damn. Also, Bobby’s here, yay!

What I liked: All of it, dog. Can you believe this my first 5 out of 5 in the series? I’ll talk about Dean down below, but holy shit, Jensen? Alpha Dean wasn’t the only thing to come out in this episode; so did Jensen’s Oscar. Actually, fuck that, all the acting in this episode was so insane? Not the least of which is because Azazel!John is like Negan on crack. I’m just going to end up talking about the characters, so I’m moving on.

What I didn’t like: That Azazel hurt Dean’s feelings? That Dean has to be put through so much shit? That John couldn’t have been a better father before this episode basically sentenced him to death in 2x01? That Sam was forced to lose his chance at revenge because he didn’t want to break up his family? That this episode hurt me?

There’s nothing wrong with this episode, for real. I can’t think of anything at all.

Character work: Where do I begin this essay? Honestly, and this isn’t just me being biased, most of the development was Dean’s. This episode was very much about Dean being absolutely terrified to lose his father, his family. In the beginning, when he was interrogating Meg, the rage he had literally set me back because it was so present in every gesture Dean made and every word he spoke. It’s so fascinating that Dean both ran away from the fight and ran toward it during this episode. Dean wanted to get John back before facing Azazel, but he was ready to walk into Hell to get him. And the tortured expression he has when he’s talking about the lack of remorse he feels for killing a possessed human is such a harrowing foreshadow of what he’ll feel in S4. 

I also loved the acknowledgement that Dean holds his family together because that role kind of gets passed to Sam by the later seasons, even though everyone still gathers around Dean. Maybe it’s just that Sam holds Dean together so Dean can hold everyone else together. That acknowledgement comes during an episode, too, where Sam is compared to John; this mention of Dean protecting his family shows a way in which he’s like Mary. Plus, on top of all that, his greatest fears are exposed by Azazel: that his family doesn’t need him as much as he needs them, that Dean will lose his family, despite all his efforts. The shit they did with Dean this episode is something else. Some of the best development I’ve seen come out of this show.

Favorite scene: I know this is kind of a cop out because the scene was, like, a full six minutes long, but the scene where Azazel is taunting the boys before he leaves John’s body is so good. Jeffrey’s acting is so captivating, plus the pain you see on Dean’s face coupled with the confliction on Sam’s when he’s trying to decide if he should kill John or not is next level. Also, the fear that Dean has when he thinks he’s going to die? Y’all, Dean rarely ever looks that scared after this point, so relishing it here is where it’s at.

Favorite moment: Weird, but when the Impala gets run off the road. It’s so impactful. I’ve seen my fair share of surprise crashes in TV shows, but after all the build up during this episode, the crash at the end was timed exactly right. It also scared the shit out of me, even though I knew it was coming.

Iconic quote: “You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don’t need you. Not like you need them. Sam—he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you.” That’s pain right there.

This is up there for one of the best SPN season finales. I’m hyped to continue because I’ve got a lot of stuff I’m gonna be looking out for after this episode. I know there are amazing things in the later seasons, but the story just doesn’t pop like it does in this episode.

If you want to read my season review, check it out on my blog.

[sookiesookster]

just going to do a quick run down of my character i’ll be bring to life on the site! as well as things i’m hunting for, for them! and there is a lot going on with everyone and ugh i’m just incredibly excited for them alllllll!!!!

makani viali - roman reigns (39) , divorced with one child -- halea’s kj apa.  line back for the dallas cowboys and he is slowly coming to the end of his football career. has been divorced for the last ten years, they have a very civil relationship with one another. bryce dallas howard is the suggested face for the mother because well she is quite fitting if you ask me ;) they’ve got a good co-parenting relationship! he has two brothers (all of whom have different fathers guess you could say mom was a bit of a whore) suggested faces are dwayne johnson and jason momoa. lastly his love life.. i’m digging the idea of a dallas cowboy cheerleader type relationship, but truthfully i haven’t given it a lot of thought! <3 

beaux kendall - chris wood (35) , single/complicated/it is in the works/but he is definitely off the market. has seven younger sisters. 24, 25(taken), 26, 27, 28, 29(taken), & 30. they’ve all got southern bumpkin names going for them so that is a lot of fun! beaux is protective of them all! he is a police officer with the austin police department and i’d love to have his partner who i’d love to be female and definitely would not mind having melissa benoist and yes i know they are a love interest in real life but i just love a cute friendship dynamic for them! also maybe an ex who fucked him up/cheated on him/made him believe love was impossible? beaux is legit a puppy dog of a human being. 

chicago rowley - thomas doherty (23) , in a relationship. came from a single parent home where his mother was worthless and didn’t raise him he raised himself type of situation. ran away at the age of 17 with the love of his life and never looked back. spends a lot of time on the road, never stays anywhere longer than a year. sings country music and plays guitar at local bars to get by. wouldn’t mind finding a small group of friends for him to make over the years that he and his lady have crashed with a time or two. 

mattea stafford - demi lovato (30) , married to an enforcer of the MC. had a horrible childhood never really though highly of herself until she meant her husband and he quickly swept her away and it was a whirlwind of a relationship. one that got worse before it ever got better, now though better than ever. has two shithead brothers (older most likely) that she has helped get out of tight spots even though they probably do not deserve it but they’re the only family she has left now -- well besides her husband and niece. owns a burlesque club and treats all her girls like fine wine and is also a front with the MC business in austin (most likely girls whom are partnered or have hooked up with MC men). 

quinne upwood - john krasinski (43) , has been married for the last 14 years and has two children (gage 10, bridget 7). their marriage has been very rocky so quinne spends a lot of time away from home -- he is a professor at baylor university. thinking maybe emily blunt for the wife -- just because we can? also looking for a student early to mid 20′s, that quinne has started to sleep with and it is complicated and he isn’t sure what he thinks of the whole thing and thinks he should tell his wife or leave her or honestly doesn’t know. this could be something that turns into a polyship, but could be something that continues where he is married but has a girlfriend? or could be one where he goes back to is wife or leaves his wife -- i want to play it out! comes from a big texas family and ALL the siblings are over the age of 40! 

rebel ellison - jeffrey dean morgan 2 (55) - married to  his wife for 26 years (jessica chastain preferred) has four children  (24, 22, 19, 18) -- runs the MC out of austin while his twin brother (remington halea’s JDM) runs the MC out of dallas! he is happily married meant his wife in the navy fell in love. also runs a motorcycle shop as the club front -- obviously. also hunting christina hendricks for remington (halea’s jdm) ex wife and the sister of jessica chastain! (bc why not have siblings married) jessica is a patch member as well as the elite bitch old lady ;) also wouldn’t mind kristofer hivju as their brother and a police officer (i will totally make you a cute little ship for him because i fucking love him and i’m not ashamed) just a whole lot of fuckery going on! and obviously need more MC members. ranking members MUST be 30+ (except vp, secretary, treasurer must be 40+) patch members must be 25+ and prospects must be 21+ there will be a lot of information for the MC and there is one in dallas and one in austin <3 and nomads in waco!)

sage davenport - sebastian stan (40) - married to his husband for ten years and i would LOVE for it to be jamie dornan! about five years ago they decided to turn their marriage into a polyship when the married couple brought in a third male (matthew gray gubler? hehe) and while everything seemed to be perfect, sage recently started hanging out with his intern/secretary in a friendly minor before he easily became smitten and now he wants to bring her into their love nest as a 4th (mostly his bc i’m thinking the other two may not be keen on females?) i’d really love for that to be shailene woodley because since seeing the gifs i’m like FUCK please man! comes from a decent size family 6-10 siblings (more information will be figured out!) 

obviously i have so many character ideas this is just my first 8 freebies ;) but i need so many things and i’m always down for smashing plots/ships and doing shit! so if you got ideas, interested in things message me here or hit me up on discord: jamie#7222

[geek-gem]

I just wanna say this was some stuff I said and corrected to my friend @lovezdarestevez4ever mainly it was this funny talk of, "Just imagine if Michael Bay made a Sonic movie?" And I've had this draft saved since last week or so.

But also I wanna be honest. I'm interested and kind of excited for the upcoming Sonic movie. It looks entertaining and seems to be in the right hands.

Yet I wanted to be funny and just.....you can take this of me being funny with myself. Again I'm liking with what they are doing with the Sonic movie. While I wouldn't mind something a bit more serious.

It's maybe just maybe this wasn't the route they took or whatever. Besides if your wondering about Shadow at the end. I think Adam Driver would be good as Shadow. Originally it would of been Wentworth Miller voicing him. But what I've seen from that famous clip from Marriage Story of Adam Driver and Scarlett Johansson...yeah Adam is a fantastic actor. Especially would be funny if I kept Scarlett as Rouge but I didn't

Anyway enjoy this silliness I'm posting a day before 2020.

GeekGem: My version or my trilogy of Sonic movies is a passion project of mine. I want to respect the legacy of the Sonic franchise, and a love letter to all of the fans. It has depth, meaning, and many audiences will love Sonic even more afterwards. I want to make the Sonic fanbase proud with my vision.

Fans: Awww......sounds like this movie is gonna be really great. :) Especially a trilogy of movies. But I hope he doesn't get too ahead of himself.

GeekGem: Okay so after that meaningful statement, here's a first look at my vision. *Shows many explosions, robots destroying shit, it's the Sonic Unleashed intro but updated 10 times for the big screen, soldiers shooting robots in the face, Sonic destroying multiple robots, slow motion everywhere, dramatic music for the sake of being dramatic* 

Fans:.....what the fuck? 0_0 

GeekGem: Also we have a main human character who is a excellent character. He's a soldier. He shoots shit, and is basically if Sonic was a human in a way.

Fans: Wait why the Hell is there a human anyway? Also why the Hell is he a soldier? 

GeekGem: Because Chris Throndyke is a fuckin pussy. He was a poorly written character, and also a selfish brat. The main character should of been Helen which I highly agree with. Or even a God damn soldier. Because I'm strangely tired of these main human character being civilians. I want someone with combat experience. 

Fans:....okay I agree with Chris Thorndyke. But GeekGem how much Call Of Duty have you've been playing? 

GeekGem: A lot recently.

Continued.

GeekGem: Here's some of the cast here. Tom Holland as Sonic, Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Dr. Robotnik, Jack Dylan Grazer as Tails, and Jill Harris as Amy Rose. 

Fans: Hey not bad casting. :) Those choices are great. But who's this Jill person? Hey she's gonna some nice credits here WAIT CHARLIE FROM HAZBIN HOTEL!? 

GeekGem:....it's an idea I've had. 

Fan: You're a sneaky son of a bitch. 

GeekGem: I mean check out Lisa Hannigan as Rouge. 

Fans: What who WAIT BLUE DIAMOND FROM STEVEN UNIVERSE!? 

GeekGem: Alright I'm wonder if I should cast Brenton Thwaites or Chris Pratt as the main human. Most likely Chris or whatever. 

Fans: Oh my God imagine Shadows casting.

[howdyep]

My 54th birthday

Sometimes birthdays are complicated.

This is one of those birthdays.

This is only my second birthday without both of my parents.  It is very hard to celebrate the day you were born when the people responsible for your birth are no longer alive.  I miss my parents.  I miss the feeling of home they provided just by breathing.  I miss their guidance, support and love.   I miss the sound of their voices, which I am starting to forget. I miss their hugs.  I miss us watching TV together.  I miss family dinners.  I miss their companionship.  I miss their sense of humor.  I miss my father’s stories.  I miss my mother’s laugh.  

This birthday is leading up to a big one.  I will be 54 tomorrow.  That just leaves me one year until I am 55.  That number scares me.  I am not sure why, but it does.  Perhaps because to me 55 is old.

Gambino’s no longer makes my favorite King Cake that I order from New Orleans to be delivered for my birthday.  Boo to you for that, Gambino’s!  Boo!

I am not on the final Walker Stalker Cruise that is happening right now.  Norman Reedus, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Ross Marquand and Tom Payne are all in the same place at the same time on my birthday and I am not there.  That sucks ass.

I am also not in San Francisco where two founding members of Journey are going to play a concert with Deen Castronovo on drums and some vocals on my birthday.  That also sucks ass.

 So, what is the up side of this birthday?  

Two weeks ago my stylist, Finis, cut off the hair color that we had let grow out.  Now my hair is my natural color.  Mostly grey.  I am me. It is both terrifying and liberating.

The time of giving no fucks is coming.  I can sense it.  It is on the horizon waiting for me to let go of the fear and open my arms to it.  

I am learning to live, not just be alive.  I am stretching past my comfort zones.  I am challenging myself.  I have grown. A lot.  I continue to seek opportunities for growth.  I don’t ever want to stop learning.  I continue to strive to put love, empathy and unity out into the universe.

My dear friend Cathy suggested that I just have an open house for my birthday and let people come and go as they please.  I have some snacks, other people are bringing snacks and Cathy is bringing my birthday King Cake.  We can watch a movie, color, do crafting, play games and stuff our faces.  No schedule.  I have never done this before, but more people RSVP’d yes to this than anything before in my 54 years of life, so the plan was spot on.  I won’t be alone on my birthday and that is the best present of all.

[fuckthis-and-fuckthat]

The Hotel

Jeffrey dean MorganXreader

A/N- I had this dream and I thought it would be great for a fic. So here it is. It was written on the span of 3 hours at 2 in the morning. It is garbage. Like me.

Summary- You're on a road trip and just happen to stop at a hotel at the wrong time. You weren't expecting it to be under attack or to meet the man of your dreams. 

Warning- murder, blood, cursing. 

A/N- this will most likely be a series. Idk how long. 

@tbhimprobablylost1613

Something was immediately off. You felt it in the air around you. The men in all black with ear pieces in and carrying huge bags. It wasn't right. Looking around the hotel lobby, there were more and more entering through the front doors, and you noticed a few guns placed in their belts. As soon as you saw a man take out a large piece of metal and stuck it through the door handles, you pulled out your phone, dialing 911. Explaining what was going on, you quickly exited through a door, leading down a hallway, shoving your phone deep in your bra. You start to run as fast as you could towards the back exit, hoping to get out, but not such luck. As you make a bealine around a corner, you run into a large man, tumbling down on your ass. "Mph..fuck." looking up, your met with a tall man wrapped in leather and a salt and pepper beard. Looking into those hazel, eyes, your heart leapt to your  throat. "Oh my god." You gently breath out, "You're JDM." Mentally smacking yourself, you rush to your feet and he places his hands on your elbows to help while chuckling. "Yeah, that's me, Darlin'. Whatcha' runnin' for?" Asking as he licks his bottom lip, you quickly remember what's happening. The look of pure horror and panick washes over your face and Jeffrey notices by the way his eyebrows twitch. "I-um..." Y/N, this is not a time for stuttering! Your brain screams at you. Letting your brian take over, you kick away your nerves as best as you can. "The hotel is about to be under attack. The police are on the way. We need to leave now." Obviously a little confused, he blinks a few times, "What?" Rolling your eyes, you sigh angrily, "There's men in the lobby who just blocked the door and have large bags. They have ear pieces and it's fishy. I called the fucking cops and we need to fucking leave before we get stuck in this shit!" Finishing off with no more breath, you grab him by his leather coated arm, pulling him down the hallway. Having no idea what Jeffrey is saying, you almost reach the door before he pulls against you, making you turn around, "Hey, hey!" He yells "I need you to calm the fuck down and explain better!" "Look, man! They have fucking guns and the front door is blocked. We. Need. To. Fucking. Go." Gritting your teeth together you look him dead in the eye, jumping when gun shots and screams rang out. "We need to leave. Now." Your voice was deeper, more serious as you spoke, and recognition appeared on his face Swallowing, he nodded, "Okay. Just stay behind me." Latching onto your hand, he grips it tightly and it takes all the strength in you to not melt in a puddle by how warm and large his hands are. You both reach the door and Jeffery tries pushing it open, but something is holding it in place, "Son of a bitch." His hand tightened slightly around yours as he thought for a moment. "Stay back." He pushes gently on your sromach and you step back. More gun shots are fired, and you jump at the noise. Watching as his leg went up, about to kick the door down, your whimpering voice stopped him. You knew what it was when it pressed to the back of your skull, the cool metal poking your skin. "Jeffrey..." your voice came out weak and scared, a little shakey. The moment he heard your voice, he turned on his heel, now facing you with a gun to your head. "Don't you fuckin' touch her." He growls, eyes becoming darker as each moment passes. "Oh, don't worry, I won't touch a hair on her pretty little head." The man behind you bites back, running a hand down your side, "but that won't stop me from touching other things." His hand goes to your ass and your anger finally kicks in, saying 'fuck you' to fear. Jeffery's body was tence. Chest heaving and hands clenched. He wasn't happy and you knew it, but you looked him in his eyes, gently nodding, letting him know you had it under control. Your eyes roamed over to the wall where a fire alarm was, in a glass box. If you could just get him over there, you could break it and get away. Jeffery seemed to follow your eyes and he gave you a nod, letting you know he was on board with whatever plan you had. You move your body to the right, trying to get out of his grip, which you do a little, managing to only get so far until he pushes you against the wall right beside of the fire alarm. You bite your lip at the force of impact, groaning a little as your head aches. The man cackles out a laugh and both you and Jeffrey grimace. "Bad girl." He smirks, putting the gun into his belt. He now uses both hands to grip your hips and keeping you still. In a matter of seconds, youre taking your thumbs and pushing them into his eyes, pressing as hard as you can and blood trickles down his face. He snatches his hands away to grab at yours, crying out in pain when he grips your wrists. Pulling one hand away, you break the glass with your fist, grabbing whatever piece you can find, clenching it hard. There was only a few places you could actually stab him with the glass and you weren't about to be some stupid bitch in a movie who stabs him in the leg. It wouldn't go in his side because of the thick jacket he was wearing. So the only possible place would be the chest, stomach, or neck. Either way, this dude was going to most likely die. Gripping with all your strength, you slam it into his chest, and the glass slices your palm open wide. Jeffrey is by your side in an instant, pulling him away and pushing him to the ground, kicking him in his face, knocking him out. Jeffery grabs the guys gun, tucking it in the back of his pants. You lean your head back on the wall, sliding down, falling once again on your ass. Your legs are spread in front of you and you don't even care if Jeffrey can see up your short skirt. Your hand is burning intensely and blood is still flowing out of it, so you clench your hand back into a fist. Jeffrey is busy patting the man down, finding another gun and a pocket knife. You take the short moment to take in his form. Mentally laughing about how all the times you read about this exact moment in fan fiction. But you eyes land on his thighs in the black denim, squatted down. He stashed the knife in his boot and slides the gun over to you, still keeping his back turned. You pick it up, giggling at how it was like a scene from a movie. You do the same as him, tucking it in the back of your skirt, happy it was a little too tight around your waist, making the gun fit smoothly. When he turns around, his hazel eyes soften when they land on you. You look down, noticing how blood has now dripped onto your legs, and is probably now everywhere else. You gently smile at him and he smiles back, moving to sit on his knees between your legs. He cupps your cheek in his hand, checking your face for anything. You can't help but smile at him when his thumb brushes a tear that slips down your cheek. He smiles down at and places a kiss on your head. "I never caught your name." He says with the slightest since of humor, handing you a bandanna, wrapping it around your hand. You wince at the pain, but tell him to continue. "It's Y/N Y/L/N. And will you take a picture with me?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, a little laugh coming from your lips. "Why the hell not?" Jeffrey chuckles and you pull your phone free from your bra. "Here. Let me." He takes your phone from you and swipes over to the camera. When he holds it up, you can't help but cringe at your appearance. Blood had splattered on your face, but your makeup was still intact. You both smile as he snaps the picture, handing you back your phone, letting you stuff it back in your bra. "You okay?" He asks, concern clear in his voice, but not pressing too hard. "I mean, I just jabbed a dudes eye balls out and Stabbed him, so, as okay as I'm gonna be." You glance over at his lifeless form, feeling a bit ill ass you now actually take in the fact that there is a dead man infront of you and you're covered in his blood. You knock off the feeling, clearing your throat, "I think we should leave. They'll be coming soon to clear the area." Jeffery helps you up, making sure your steady, keeping a hand on your waist. "I think for right now, i's gonna' be tough, but yah gotta keep them feelin's away, Y/N. I don't fuckin' know what kinda shit we're gonna' have to do." His voice is sincere and rough all at the same time, and it makes your heart melt, but it's not the time for that, but you just nod, mumbling "I know." You know he's right. Who know's what's gonna happen, who know's what you're gonna have to do to survive. You nod your head as you talk in your mind, pushing away your feelings. "Let's do this shit." You grunt, reaching into your skirt, getting your pistol, cocking it. "You know how to shoot?" He asks, pointing at your gun. "I know enough." You shrugg. "Look." Stepping behind you, he wrapps his arms around you, placing your hands where they need to be, "thumb here, pointers here. When you shoot, keep your knees shoulder length apart and elbows locked, like this." He pressed onto your body with his chest, using his foot to kick apart your legs. "There yah go. Keep your thumbs out of the way. Where ever your thumbs are, that's what you're pointin' at." Letting go of you, he squeezes your shoulder. "What's your favorite tv show?" Jeffrey questions, and you giggle at the question. "The Walking Dead." He chuckles as well. "Who's your favorite character?" "Negan." "What would Negan do?" "He'd kick some fucking ass." "Then let's kick some fucking ass." Both of you feeling the electric buzz of adrenaline, you nod at eachother. Jeffrey takes out his gun as well, and you both round a corner. He points to the left and you point to the right. No one to be found, you stand side by side, taking a left turn, heading to the lobby. Reaching it, he holds up his hand to stop you, and he walks closer to the end of the hallway, peeping his head out just a little to see. Turning back around, he reaches you, mumbling a "about 30". Following him, he leads you down the hallway. When you near the elevators, you find a map. "All of the doors are gonna be blocked. We need a different way." You point up at the ceiling to the air vents, "we gotta do it like the movies. Let's John McClane this bitch." Finding a confrence room, there was a vent in the middle of the room, right above the large table. The vent looked to be big ebough that both you and Jeffrey could get in. "I'll hoist yah up." He suggests, helping you on the table, climbing in after you. He holds is hands out for you to stand on them, and he lifts you into the air. You hook your fingers onto the vent and loosen the bults, letting it open, but still being connected. "Higher" pushing you up higher, you stick your arms through the opening, trying to pull yourself up, struggling a little, so Jeffrey gives you a push, and you slide right in. "Alright, come on." Looking back down at him, he jumps, grabbing ahold of the edge, pulling himself up. Sweat had coated his skin and was glistening in the low lighting of the air vents, and you pryed your eyes away from him. You pull the vent back up, putting the bolts back on. "You got a lighter?" Digging into his pocket, he flicks open his zappo, lighting it before handing it over. "I'll go first." Getting onto all fours, he follows after you. You work your way through the vents, until reaching the end and coming to a turn, "left or right?" You ask "Go left." "Okie dokie." Taking a left you go to the end, asking the same question, this time getting a right. Then again, but this time you could see what looked to be sunlight, "we got sun!" You announce, picking up the pace the best you could. When you get to it, you look through, finding that you were at the side of the building, but you could see all of the caution tape and police cars, including swat team and news reporters. "This is our way out. It's a little bit of a jump." Closing his lighter, you hand it back to him. "You gotta go first on this one." Looking over at him and the tight air vent, you don't know how it's possible. But Jeffrey lays dow on his back "Here, crawl over me." He motions to his body, and you can't fight the bubbles in your tummy. "Don't look up my skirt." Straddling his lower legs, your legs don't have enough room to fit between him and the vent wall. "Okay, well um, I have to slide over you. Mah legs don't fit." "Whatever yah gotta do, Doll." He chuckles. There it is! You pratically scream with joy when he says the pet name that you've been waiting for. The one he always says in fanfics. "We ain't got all day." Tapping your thigh with his finger, you clear your throat. "Y-yeah." You pull your skirt up so it's now at the bottom of your ass, not on your thighs, that way you can move them more. You have just enogh room to slide up and starddle his stomach a little, so you do so, leaning foward so your hands are above his head. Looking down at him, he has a smirk pressed on his features, "you owe me a drink." Sliding up a little more, you pick up one of your legs, stretching just enough that you get your leg over his shoulder. Moving the other one, you are now pratically straddling his face and quickly move foward, feeling your cheeks redden. Jeffrey slides foward to where his feet are touching the vent. Leaning up on his hands, be kicks it once, twice, then it falls open. It's a little high jump down, so that's why you made him go first, and he lands pretty good. "Come on, sweetheart. Go feet first. I'll catch yah." Doing as he says, you dangle your legs over the edge, slowly sliding until you slip out, and Jeffrey catches you in his big strong arms. He sits you down on your feet, arms still around your waist, bodies still pressed together, and you can't help but smile brightly at him "we made it." You chirp, batting your eye lashes a little " "That we fucking did. How bout' we go get that pretty little face cleaned up and I grab yah that drink?" Smirking, he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Sounds good. But we gotto go explain to those cops about what happened and that'll probably take all day. But after that, sure." "Alright, smart ass. Let's go." Chuckling, he keeps an arm around your waist as you walk, "and cute panties by the way." Stupid mid track, you smile and slap his chest, "Jeffrey Dean Morgan! I told you to not look!" "Oh, as if yah care." "Shut up."

[pink1031]

Dirty Little Secret- Chapter 3

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Other Characters: Jared, Danneel, JJ, Gen, Richard Speight, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus, Gino Graul, and more I’m sure along the way.  

Summary: You are a new character on the show Supernatural, a new hunter named Riley. You are just starting your second season as a regular. Even though you have known Jensen for years and have been close friends, your relationship grows into something more during filming.  You both know that you shouldn’t act on your feelings but you just can’t help it.  What will happen if you do? (I suck at summaries, that is why I rarely write them.)

Warnings: Married! Jensen, smut, oral both male and female receiving, cheating, anal, some Dom Jensen, angst, fluff, rough sex,Daddy kink, some asshole Jensen moments, NSFW.  These warnings will apply for most chapters. I will try to add more warnings as needed. 

A/N: This is my first time writing RPF.  I hate that I even have to say this part: This is purely fiction! No disrespect to Danneel Ackles, Jensen, or his family. I also wrote this story without the twins having been born.  It was just easier on my part not to have to write about babies. Gifs are not mine, they were all found on Google.  This story has not been betaed, all mistakes are my own.  Chuck help me, this story took on a mind of it’s own and it is going to be a long one.  I do not have a schedule when it will be updated because well, words are hard.

@build-a-pyre

@wildefire

It was the last day of filming for the week and then you had a three-day weekend since Labor Day was Monday.  You needed the break because you were tired. Twelve and fourteen hours day would eventually take a toll on anyone but you as much as you needed the break you didn’t want the break from Jensen.  He was quickly becoming a drug you were addicted too.  That is why you found yourself in his trailer once more after shooting was finished for the night.  

The two of you lay in his bed, naked bodies tangled together, panting, hearts racing as you collapsed against each other.  

“Damn Jay, just when I think it can’t get any better.” You giggled as you rested your head against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.  

He laughed softly as he stroked the soft flesh of your back.  “You are amazing baby girl.  I just can’t get enough of you.”  He moaned as he kissed the crown of your head.  

You hummed your response as you let your fingers draw random patterns against his chest and down his stomach. “How am I supposed to go three whole days without you Jay?”  You whined against his skin as you placed soft kisses to his chest.  

“I know baby.” Jensen grumbled softly. “I don’t like it either. You are spoiling me already with that insatiable little pussy.” He chuckled.  

You laughed softly and rolled to your stomach, your chin resting against his chest so you could look up into those mesmerizing green eyes.  “I’m not the only one who is insatiable.” You grinned.

“What can I say sweetheart, you bring out the animal in me.” He gave you a teasing smirk as he ran his fingers through the soft strands of your hair.  

“Mmm, that’s a good thing.” You purred softly before turning your head to his hand that was stroking your hair and placed a soft kiss to his wrist.  Jensen stopped stroking your hair as your lips traveled from his wrist up to the palm of his hand.  Your tongue flicked out to taste his calloused palm.  Your moan was barely audible as you could still taste and smell your slick that had coated his hand from moments before.  Jensen grinned as he felt your moan vibrate against his skin.  He brought his fingers to your full lips gently tracing the soft vessels before sliding two digits into your mouth.  You hummed softly as you sucked at his fingers.  

“Shit baby.” he groaned as he slowly pumped his long fingers back and forth against your tongue. Jensen felt his cock begin to stir again as your tongue swirled around his fingers and he watched your cheeks cave.  He was always surprised how short his refractory period was with you.  You were like gasoline being poured on the fire that was constantly simmering between his thighs.  Jensen shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth until he heard you gag. The sound alone made his dick twitch and lengthen against his abdomen.  

Your eyes were closed as you moaned softly around his fingers.  You could get drunk just on his touch, on his presence.  “Like I said, insatiable.” Jensen chuckled softly as he watched you suck on his fingers like it was the best thing you had ever had in your mouth.  He marveled at you.  He had never met anyone that craved him the way you did.  You were so eager for him and your body responded to him in ways he couldn’t even describe.  

Your eyes snapped open to peer up at him as his gravelly voice cut through straight to your pussy making your empty walls clenched around nothing as he spoke. “Careful you are making Daddy hard again dirty girl and I’m going to have to fuck that sweet little pussy again before I let you get any sleep.”

The delicious rasp of his deep voice spouting such dirty words made your body ache again with need. You whimpered softly around his fingers before you slowly pulled your mouth away from his now slick digits.  “Yeah?” Your voice was trembling with the new rush of arousal flooding between your thighs. You tugged at your bottom lip and looked up at him with your best innocent look plastered on your face.

“Oh yeah baby. You want that don‘t you? Want Daddy to fuck you again?”  

“Yes.” You breathed out your soft response.

“Say it baby girl.” Jensen brought his hand back up to your silken locks, tangling his fingers tightly in your soft hair.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“You can do better than that baby.  Try again.” Jensen smirked.

“Fuck me Daddy, please.” You whimpered unashamedly.

Jensen’s eyes closed as he groaned deeply at your words. His cock at full mast now.  “Hell yes baby.  Get on my cock.  Ride me.”

You were quick to scramble up to your knees, throwing your leg over his waist to straddle him.  Your pupils blown with lust making your bright eyes darker as you looked down at him.  Your soft hand circled his cock and stroked slowly back and forth along his length. Your soft tight fist around his cock had Jensen lifting his hips off the bed as you guided the hard swollen head towards your damp folds.  You rose up higher on your knees as the head of his cock settled against your tight entrance before swiftly sinking down on the hard length until your ass rested in his lap.  You both groaned together as he filled you so full.  

“Sonofabitch.” Jensen gasped.  “Always so fucking tight and wet.”  His hands came up to clutch at the curve of your hips as you began to rock back and forth in his lap slowly. Your hips swiveled as you ground down onto his rigid cock loving how you could feel every inch inside of you squeezing walls.  

Jensen’s hips rose from under you, snapping upward to drive himself deeper into your wetness. You cried out as your body jolted, your back arching and your hands moving behind you to clutch as his muscled thighs.  He ran his large hands from your waist to your breasts as they thrust forward. His hands mauling at the full globes bringing whimpered cries and a fluttering of your pussy around his cock.  You ground your hips in tight circles onto his cock as his eyes traveled the length of your body to where you were joined together.

“Look at you baby girl, taking Daddy’s cock so good.” He growled sliding his hand up to wrap his fingers around the pale flesh of your throat.  “I could live in this pussy darlin’.”

“Fuck Daddy.” You gasped as his hand tightened at your neck and you began to bounce harder on his cock.  The sight of you above him, your back arched, breasts thrust forward, your head falling back, eyes closed, your lips parted with every moan was driving him wild.  He wanted to let you be in control for once but he couldn’t, the need to plow into you and fuck you into oblivion was too great as he heard you call him daddy.  With his hand still on your throat he flipped you both so quickly your eyes flew open in surprise and a soft yelp sprang from your lips.

Jensen kept his grip on your throat as he spread your legs wide with his own thighs.  He drove into you, spearing his thick cock deep into your quaking pussy until you were screaming his name.  The hard girth of his cock pulled and pushed through your clutching walls until the coil inside of you snapped and you shattered in pure ecstasy under him.  

“That’s it baby, cum for Daddy.” Jensen growled as he teetered tumultuously towards the edge of his own release.  His hips continued their savage assault on your cumming cunt.  Your clenching, grasping, clutching walls milked at his cock as he reached his peaked and roared with the force of his orgasm.  Jensen’s thrust grew slow and sloppy as he filled you full of his sticky seed until he finally collapsed against you.  He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he fought to catch his breath.  

Jensen slowly rolled to his back, his chest rising and falling as he labored breaths began to even out.  He turned his head to look over at you, taking in your own rapid breathing, your eyes closed and your full lips still parted as you came down from your completely blissed out state.  

“You good baby girl?” He asked and even with your eyes closed you could hear the smile in his voice.

A grin curled your swollen lips as you replied. “If I was any better I couldn’t stand it.”  You giggled softly.  

Jensen’s smile widened as he scooped you up in his arms and snuggled you into his side.  You curled into him, a perfect fit against his body.  You were still amazed that you were here with him and all of this was really happening.  With that thought came the other half of that coin, this was really happening, you were having an affair with a married man.  

“Jay?” You asked softly and Jensen softly hummed his response. “What’s going to happen, I mean how are we going to deal with”

“Shh baby girl.” His hand gently stroked your soft cheek.  “It’s going to be okay.  We will figure it out.  Try not to worry about it.” Jensen gently tilted your chin as he lowered his lips and kissed you softly.  

You returned the kiss, softly sucking at his bottom lip as you pulled back.  “But Jay, we probably should talk about…”

Once more he cut you off by pressing his full lips against your own. “We gotta sleep now baby.  We only have a few hours before we have to get up to fly out.”

You nodded softly and snuggled tighter against him.  “Night Jay.” You closed your eyes even as you felt the guilt and dread begin to creep into your gut.

“Good night baby girl.” Jensen whispered softly before placing a kiss to the top of your head.  

The flight the next day was miserable but thankfully you were able to get a little shuteye on the plane.  It had been all you could do to get up and get moving to catch the first flight out of Vancouver. You were practically sleep walking as you made it through the terminal but luckily your plane was on time and the layover was less than hour.  It was early afternoon by the time you reached home.  You were still tired but catching little naps on the flights had helped to recharge you.  

‘Home for a three day break, thank Chuck for Labor Day‘, you thought to yourself as you slid out of the back of the SUV.  You planned on sleeping all day at least one of the days you were off.  

You approached the house dragging your suitcase behind you. The door opened before you ever reached it.

“There are my two favorite people!” Danneel squealed as she came running out the door.  “My sweet husband and my baby sister back home again!” She ran to you and hugged you tight, placing a kiss on your cheek.  

“Hey sis.” You smiled and returned the hug before she shimmied from your grip to make her way to her husband.  

“I missed you babe.” She giggled as she threw her arms around Jensen’s neck and kissed him hard enough to almost knock the man over.  

You looked back over your shoulder and watched the exchange briefly before you couldn’t take it any longer. You let out a deep breath and grabbed your suitcase as you headed into the house.  This was going to be a long three days.  

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Came Here To Forget: Part 6

Pairings: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Warnings: One night stand/ unprotected sex. fluff, angst, mentioned cheating ex, unplanned pregnancy.

Word Count: 3,251

A/N: The first part was based on an idea I got from the song Came Here To Forget by Blake Shelton. & let the record show that I LOVE Hilarie and Jeff together! They are straight up, couple goals! This story is simply for entertainment purposes.

A/N 2: The delivery was based off a true story about the birth of my niece. My half sister has a REALLY REALLY high pain tolerance. 

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87​

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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“I think I’m getting a little too big for this shit.” You grumbled to yourself as you stood on the edge of the porch with your hands on your lower back which made your 33 week bump stick out even farther than it was. “Hil, what do you need from me?”

“For you to sit your ass down!” Jeff called out from where he was helping his ex wife and his son out in the garden. “Taking it easy doesn’t mean helping out in the fucking garden!” You scowled at him as he sat back on his heels and looked at you over the tomato plants. “Park it.”

“I’m fine.” You said as you took a step down the stairs. Gus suddenly appeared directly in front of you on the next step and held his hands up.

“I have to make you stay up here.” He said with a smile. You returned the smile to him as you took a step back up the stairs.

“Smooth, Jeffrey. Send the kid to do your dirty work.” 

“You should have fucking listened to me then so I wouldn’t have to make Gus be the bad guy. No go sit down.” You rolled your eyes at him and meandered over to the couch you had had moved to the porch.

“You’re such a pain in my ass.” You grumbled to yourself as you sat down slowly with a sigh. Gus giggled as he helped you put your feet up on the couch before running back over to play in the garden. You groaned to yourself as you situated yourself a little more comfortably and settled back against the fabric. Your eyes drifted off to the trio that were happily working away and once again, you couldn’t help but notice the look.

Ever since Kelly had put the idea in your mind that Jeff looked at you as more than just his friend, you couldn’t help yourself but try to see it as well. In the past month, however, the only thing you saw was how much he still loved Hilarie and not you. It was like the pair of them got lost in their own little world when they were together and when Gus got involved, it was the happy Morgan family back together again. And you tried to tell yourself that it didn’t matter; that it didn’t bother you that some how, your child had brought the two of them closer together but it did.

It grew like a weed in your brain and clawed at your soul each and every waking moment of the day. You didn’t wanna talk to Kelly about it because you knew she would just rub it in your face. You couldn’t bring it to Jeff because if you were right, you risked your home. An irrational part of you even thought that if they got back together, that they would take you to court and take your child….

“Hey, where are you going?” Jeff called out as you shuffled back into the house. You glanced over your shoulder with a forced smile and shook your head.

“Just tired, ’s’all.” You pointed to the wall that lead to your bedroom and looked away so he wouldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. “See you tomorrow, Hil! Bye Gus!” You didn’t wait to hear their responses as you headed through the back door of the house and let the tears finally fall.

——

“Hey sweetheart.” Jeff said softly as he pushed open your bedroom door. You forced yourself to stay perfectly still so that he would think you were asleep but that didn’t seem to matter. “I brought you something to eat. You didn’t eat much at breakfast this morning.”

“I already ate.” You lied as you curled yourself around your body pillow a bit more.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, (Y/N).” Jeff growled as he moved to the other side of the bed so you’d be forced to look at him. “You’ve been acting funny for a week.”

“I’m stuck on your version of bed rest because you won’t let me do anything. No wonder I’m off.” He set the plate of food he brought you on his bedside table and gently but firmly grabbed your arm to keep you still as he sat down on the bed. 

“Now. I don’t know if you think I am blind.” He said as he moved his hand to the back of your shoulder to keep you from rolling away from him as he got more comfortable on your bed. “But I think you must. So now, we’re going to sit here, all night if we have to, until you tell me what’s going on.” You turned your face into the pillow and shook your head. He sighed loudly and moved his hand from your shoulder to run his fingers through your hair. “Alright. I’ve got all night, sweetheart.” Your tried to hold out and not say a word but the idea that had been rolling around in your head for the past couple hours just blurted out.

“You can’t take him from me!” You instantly burst into tears and Jeff scrambled to wrap his head around what you had just said.

“What? Why the hell would I take him?” He asked as he pulled your body pillow away from you and lay down in front of you so he could pull you into his arms.

“S-so you can be a family.” You sobbed as you tried to push him away weakly.

“(Y/N), What the hell are you talking about?” You shook your head and began to ramble incoherently to try to get your ideas out. “OK, OK. Hold on, calm down. Just calm down, baby girl.” He soothed as he held you close and rubbed your back. He kissed the top of your head and moved his hand to your bump to make sure your son wasn’t as upset as you were and let out a small sigh of relief when he only got one simple punch back to each poke he gave. After twenty minutes of hysterics, he brushed his fingers through your hair and sighed. “Alright. Now, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours that has you so upset.”

“You still love her.” You gasped as you tried to control your breathing. “I’ve been wa-watching and I can see it. An- and I know, I know she wants my baby so she can come home and you’ll let her!” You burst into tears again and Jeff looked at the wall behind you with a stunned look. Had it been any other person at any other time, he would have assumed that they were clinically insane. But he knew that in this moment and this situation, this fear you had was absolutely valid in your mind.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” He said softly as he carefully pulled you back so you would look at him. He held on to your chin and waited until you were looking at him before he continued. “Hilarie would never, ever fucking take your son away from you. And I would never allow that shit to happen. Ever. I'd go full Negan on her if she tried. And she doesn’t want to come home, sweetheart. She wants to make sure I’m happy. She wants to make sure that you make me happy. (Y/N), I’m falling in love with you. I’ve been talking to Hilarie and a few other people to kinda make sure I wasn’t just projecting because I’m lonely…”

“You love me?” You squeaked as you searched his eyes. A smile stretched across his face and he chuckled and nodded.

“Yea, baby. I love you.” Your emotions tried to flip to catch up but you couldn’t handle the fluctuation properly. So you simply started crying again.

“But I’m crazy!” You sobbed as you buried your face in his chest and gripped his shirt tight in your fists. He burst out laughing and nodded as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I know, sweetheart. I still love you.”

“OK.” You sobbed as you nodded your head. “‘cause I love you, too.”

——

“So are we ever going to pick a name for this little guy?” You asked Jeff as he walked through the living room for the hundredth time carrying your stuff from your old room to his room while you folded baby onesie after onesie fresh off the laundry line in your back yard.

“Oh no.” He laughed as he adjusted his grip on the bunch of hangers he had in his hand. “I’ve given you dozens of names. You need to pick a name.” You sighed as you set the black onesie from Kelly that read ‘Negan’s Main Man’ on top of the pile on the coffee table.

“None of them are just… perfect.” Jeff paused in the living room and looked at you with a heavy sigh.

“Alright. Let’s do this.” You looked over at him as he went over to a cabinet of old books you hadn’t actually gone through yet. He pulled a few tomes out and set them to the side before finding the one he was looking for. “Alright. Now, I’m gunna flip through this book and you’re gunna tell me when to stop.” He informed you as he showed you the ‘One Million and One Baby Names’ book cover. “Then I’ll run my finger down the page and you’ll tell me when. Then we have our name.”

“Wait, I don’t think…”

“Tell me when.” He said as he started flipping through the pages with his thumb. You panicked for a half second before shouting ‘when’ as you got up on your knees. “Left or right?” He met your eyes for a moment as he pointed to the two pages open in front of him.

“Um… right… no! Left!” He smirked as he put his pointer and middle on the page; one over each of the two columns.

“Tell me.” He said as he dragged both fingers down the page. You told him ‘now’ and he smirked and stopped his fingers. “Left or right.” You searched his eyes as you stood up slowly from the couch with an excited smile on your face.

“Left.” He cocked his eyebrow at you as you stopped right in front of him nervously and silently asked you in you were sure. You wordlessly nodded your head as you reached out to grab his wrist. He glanced down at the book and his smile grew as he turned it toward you so that you could see.

“Finnegan. Finn Morgan.” Your smile grew as you put your hand over your little boy and nodded.

“It’s perfect.” He nodded in agreement as he tossed the book onto the couch and put his hand on your bump as well.

“I absolutely agree with you, sweetheart. He’s perfect now.”

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“Let do something tonight for dinner.” You suggested as you folded your and Jeff’s laundry.

“Like what, baby girl?” You shrugged as you folded one of his infinite black t-shirt’s in half and added it to the pile of stuff you needed to hang as he dried off from his afternoon post farm work shower.

“Let’s go to the drive-in.” You said with a giant smile as you folded a pair of your shorts and added them to your pile. “It’s fun, peaceful, relaxing, anonymous… it may be our last chance to go out just the two of us.”

“You know what… that sounds like a perfect idea. We can have dinner there, too. Consider it a date.” Your smile grew even more as he came over and gave you a chaste kiss. Like he always did, he leaned down and gave your giant 37 week baby bump a kiss as well. “How about, you go take a shower, I’ll finish the laundry, and when you’re done, I’ll even paint your toe nails for you before we go, how about that?”

“You are really spoiling me, now.” You said as he helped pull you to your feet.

“That’s what I’m supposed to do for the woman I love.” You hummed and gave him a chaste kiss before heading around him to get in the shower. You stepped into the hot water with a sigh and turned the shower head to the massage function. You let it beat down on your lower back where Finn had apparently decided to press his butt against your spine causing your muscles to spasm randomly. You forced yourself to only enjoy the relief for a few minutes before turning the shower head back to spray and washing your hair and body.

“What color do you want?” Jeff asked as he handed you a towel.

“I’d tell you to surprise me but I can’t see my toes anymore to tell anyways.” You laughed as you wrung your hair out into the terry cloth.

“Red it is.” He chuckled as he grabbed a bottle of polish from the drawer. You giggled as you headed into the room to get dressed. You picked out a long, grey maxi dress with a red tie that wrapped around your waist above your bump to match the polish Jeff picked out. You threw your hair up into a bun with a hair clip and sat down on the bed with a sigh for a break.

“Oh, Finnegan. You need to give mommy a freaking break, little boy.” You said as you rubbed your hand over your ready to pop bump.

“Kicking again?” You shook your head as Jeff pulled the rocking chair foot rest over to the side of the bed and put on his glasses.

“No still just sitting on my spine.” You groaned as you tried to shift against the head board to get comfortable; something you were honestly believing would never happen again.

“You sure you wanna go out tonight?” He asked as he slowly dragged the polish brush over your big toe.

“Yea, I’m sure. I need to get out of the house one more time as a non mommy.” He smirked and glanced up at you over the top of his glasses.

“Sorry, baby girl. You can��t claim that title anymore.”

“Shut up and paint.” You said as you pointed at your toes.

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“Hey, seriously. Are you OK?” Jeff asked as you shifted between his legs on the bench seat of your truck during the movie.

“I’m gunna kill your son before he’s even born. I need him to move and he just… won’t.” Jeff watched you shift again and his brow furrowed.

“(Y/N). What kinda pain are you feeling?” You sighed as you shifted a little more onto your hip in hopes that gravity would move Finn.

“It’s just muscle spasms. He’s probably just got…”

“Like waves?” He interrupted as he sat up a bit more behind you. You nodded as you pointed at the screen through the windshield.

“Just watch the movie, I’m fine. I have a high pain thresh hold.”

“Jesus Christ. Sit up.” You looked up at him as he gently pushed on your shoulder to help you.

“I just got comfortable.” You whined.

“You’re in fucking labor! Sit the fuck up!” Your head whipped around as he pushed on your shoulders again to get you in your own seat.

“What? I am not…”

“(Y/N), move your ass. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“You’re just gunna be wasting your time.” You said in a slight sing song voice as you slid in your seat.

“Just… fuck, shut up. We’re going.” You threw your hands up in the air and buckled your seatbelt as Jeff turned the car over and headed out of the parking lot. You couldn’t stop grumbling to yourself the entire way there as you finished the bag of popcorn. Your boyfriend kept looking over at you and shaking his head. “How the hell do you not know you’re in labor?”

“I’m not.” You said in between bites. “I’m just having some muscle twitches. That’s all.”

“When did they start?” You shrugged as you chewed the popcorn in your mouth.

“This morning I think? Like four or five. Like I said, Finn just wiggled around and parked his ass on my spine…”

“Jesus Christ.” He grumbled as he scrubbed his hand down his chin and scratched at his beard. “Why… H… I just…” He finished his short rambling with a growl as he pulled into the hospital parking lot. He parked the truck quickly and rushed around to the other side as you tried to shift again to try to get your son to move. Your boyfriend looked like a nervous wreck as he helped you out of the car and practically carried you into the ER as he pulled a ball cap onto his head to keep his face covered.

“My girlfriend’s absolutely in labor and in denial about it.” The ER nurse looked up at you as you simply rolled your eyes.

“Not in labor.” You grumbled as she asked another woman behind the desk to bring a wheelchair around for you.

“Shut up and sit down.” You rolled your eyes and did what you were told and took a seat. The nurse rushed you off to the maternity ward as you continued to shift. You missed the nurse and your boyfriend exchange a look as they stopped at the nurses station.

“Possible start of labor.” The nurse told the other. She glanced down at you and her brow furrowed. “And… um… contractions are about two and a half, three minutes apart.”

“Not in labor!” You called out once again.

“Ignore her.” Jeff said and you could see how badly he wanted to simply cover your mouth to prove he was right. “She has a high pain tolerance.” Both nurses raised their eyebrows and looked down at you as you shifted to your hip in your vain attempt to move your son.

“Alright, well let’s get you in a room anyways and get you checked out just to be safe, OK? No harm in just checking.”

“Whatever.” You sighed as you were wheeled down the hall. You were getting more and more annoyed with each passing moment as you were helped on to a hospital bed to wait for the doctor on duty to come check you out. You made it all of three seconds from the time he stepped into the room and did your check before you were proven a liar.

“And you’re actually crowning.” He said as he and the nurse began to scramble to get prepared.

“Wait, he’s actually right?” You shrieked as you tried to sit up to see if the doctors were telling the truth.

“I’m always right.” Jeff said with a smile as he grabbed your hand.

“Alright (Y/N), I need you to push.”

“Wait. I’m not ready.” You tried.

“It’s OK, just push.” You did what you were told and pushed with all your might, only feeling a strong pressure with the muscle spasms you’d been feeling all day. “That’s it. Just a little more… aaaannnd you’re done.” You let out the breath you were holding as an adorable little cry filled the air.

“Holy fuckity fuck. I was in labor!”

“Yea you were sweetheart.” Jeff said as he cut the cord with tears in his eyes. He nodded his head to himself as you were handed Finnegan Matthew Morgan for the very first time.

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[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 13

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

Series Masterlist

Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

*This chapter will have refernces to the Kuolema/Ville story I wrote at the beginning of the year, which can be found in the RPF Masterlist where the rest of the series is located, but it’s not something that will be detrimental. If you’ve already read TCoNR, then you’ll know who Lema is, and the story of her and Norman :)

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Our ride to Santa’s Workshop the next morning was pleasant despite the freezing temperatures. After bitching enough to Norman about his ventures in speeding and the fact that my eyebrows were going to freeze off if he didn’t slow it down, he kept to a reasonable speed to where I could actually enjoy the ride and take in the beautiful terrain around us. After the two hour ride to the small village that was blanketed in slow, we arrived at Santa’s Workshop and were greeted by the Big Man himself.

“Ho Ho Ho! Welcome to my workshop!” The actor portraying Santa beamed, his Finnish accent thick. He had a bright smile on his rosy cheek as he ushered us into a large wooden cabin, the warmth of the room enveloping us instantly. 

“I hear that you saw the Aurora yesterday, did they treat you well?” The jolly man asked as he let himself fall into one of the decadent chairs beside the roaring fireplace. Norman and I occupied the comfortable looking couch across from him, the camera crew surrounding us to get the best shot of the conversation.

“We did, it was beautiful,” Norman replied, smile curling his face as he bobbed his head. He turned to look at me and throw and arm over my shoulder, beaming, “I’m glad we got to do it. This has been a wild trip for sure.”

“Well I hope you see all there is to see here, and enjoy your trip through Finland, Now, join us for story time.” He smiled warmly as a group of other tourists came in and gathered around the man. The children sat on the floor in front of him, the parents and other adults fathered around on the other sides of the couch we were sitting on. The man went into what was obviously a rehearsed greeting while he pulled out a rather large book from the sack that sat beside his chair. 

I listened intently as he read everyone the traditional Christmas tales, as well as some of the legends and stories that were based in the Arctic Laplands. Once the man was finished we gathered with the other groups outside and wandered around the area, taking pictures in front of the giant snowman and playing wtih the beautiful Husky puppies that were raised there.

We had lunch at the small coffee cafe, the crew fascinated with making sure they got the perfect shot of Norman burning his tongue when taking a sip of his coffee.

Afterwards we ventured through the Reindeer sanctuary, taking the snowmobile tour and sleigh rides. Watching Norman try to drive a sleigh was probably funnier than the sight of him getting a blow job in a chicken suit.

OR the sight of me, giving him said blow job in said chicken suit.

I giggled at Norman as we munched on the food that was in front of us. We were back at the Apukka resort, spending the night before heading to Helsinki in the morning. We had ordered a bunch of stuff from the restaurant near by, and had locked ourselves in our room after the camera crew had retired to gorge. He was currently doing a little dance for the taste of whatever that he’d stuffed his mouth with.

“Fat ass,” I chuckled, popping a piece of potato in my mouth and smirking as he flipped me off. Holding my mouth open, i mumbled, “GImme some”

“Fat ass,” Norman mimicked, holding his fork out to me. I took the food in my already half-full mouth, my cheeks bulging as I chewed, earning me a snort from him, “How do you not weigh seven hundred pounds?”

“Good genetics,” I muttered before swallowing. I winked at him after wiping my mouth with my napkin, smirking at his dramatic eyeroll. 

“You ready for tomorrow?” He asked as he wiped his own face and closed his container of food before getting up off the bed to put it away, “Gonna be a long ride.”

“Don’t remind me,” I whined, closing my own lids and handing it to him as well, “Ten hours in the snow on the back of the bike? I’m gonna have hypothermia. Ville Valo better be worth it.”

“Did you just say ‘Ville Valo?’” Norman asked as he suddenly stopped on his way back into the bed, his eyes narrowing. 

“Uh, yeah,” I replied back, quirking my eyebrow, “He’s the lead singer of HIM.”

Norman’s eyes closed as he sighed deeply, his head shaking from side to side before he looked to the ceiling and chuckled, “Of fucking course he is.”

“Something wrong?” I asked, my head ticking to the side in curiosity.

“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just...gonna probably be awkward as fuck meeting him...again.” Norman sighed as he crawled under the covers with me, propping his head up on his knuckles.

“Again?”

“I met him last year when I was in Helsinki doing a photography thing with a friend of mine. He picked them up from the bar we’d been partying at.”

“And it’s gonna be awkward tomorrow because...?” I trailed off, prompting him to continue as he rolled over onto his back and scrubbed his face as it turned red.

“I kinda went back to my hotel with his soon-to-be ex wife...” He confessed when he removed his hands from his face and rolled back over to look at me, “And kinda shared some words with him about being a douche I think.”

“What?!” I screeched, rolling over myself to hide my burning face as I busted out laughing, “You fucked Kuolema Valo?!”

“Uh, well, yeah, but I didn’t know who either of them are at the time.” Norman answered, obviously still slightly embarrassed.

“Holy shit. My boyfriend fucked one of the hottest chicks in the entire fucking planet. She’s fucked Ville! By proxy, do you know what that means?” I asked excitedly, sitting up and rolling him onto his back so I could lay across his chest.

“What, babe?” Norman chuckled, brushing the hair back that had fallen in my face as I stared down at him in awe.

“I FUCKED VILLE VALO!” I concluded loudly, kissing him deeply and diving my tongue into his mouth. 

“Jesus, girl, you’re crazy,” Norman laughed once he pulled away from me, his hands wandering down my back to squeeze my ass, “You gonna leave me for him tomorrow if he gives you the chance or somethin’?”

“Maybe,” I replied teasingly, earning me a chuckle from him as he kneaded my ass some more, “She’s so fucking hot, dude. Was it good?”

“Whiskey, I’m not telling you that.” He snorted, attempting to distract me by kissing on my neck and jaw.

“Was she better than me?” I asked curiously, pulling away from his lips to quirk another haughty eyebrow at him, “Should I be jealous?”

Snorting again as he tried to hold back his laugh, Norman rolled his eyes before rolling me over onto my back so he could hover over me. He attacked my neck again with his lips and teeth, a low growl emitting from his throat as goosebumps flushed across my skin.

 “Ain’t no one better’n you, Whiskey,” He rasped, his voice low and gritty and dirty as one of his huge palms covered my breast to grope it, “Ain’t know one you gotta be jealous of.”

“Good,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist as we became tangled in the sheets, and in each other.

I was pretty proud of myself when I late a total of three whole hours on the back of Norman’s bike in the freezing cold weather. Norman was less than amused, though. 

“You know, the show is called Ride with Norman Reedus,” He griped into his helmet’s headset, “The point is to kinda...ride with me.”

“Honey, I don’t know if you understand this but your girlfriend weighs 100 pounds soaking wet and isn’t trying to die.” I retorted back into the microphone attached to me in the comfy, warm Suburban that was following Norman. 

“Pretty sure you said somethin’ of that nature the first time I met you.” Norman rasped through the line, making me roll my eyes.

“Pretty sure I did, too, babe.” I retorted back, earning me a chuckle him as revved the bike’s engine and rushed forward in front of the camera crew, flipping me off through the window as he passed.

It was only a couple hours later into the ride that the roads got too bad for the motorcycle and Norman had them load it up into the tailor so he could join me in the warmth. He instantly pressed his frozen fingers into the small of my back, wincing when I let out a shrill screech into his ear. 

We spent the rest of the way having random conversations about things we normally would never talk about as the camera man ‘directed’ us. You could tell that it was almost awkward because it’s not like he could talk about the details of the first time we met, or how we got together, or anything else having to do with our relationship. 

It was a very, very long drive.

Traffic is a mother fucking bitch wherever you are in the world. Add snow, and it’s worse. 

By the time we even got into Helsinki, we didn’t have time to even check into the hotel room much less make the dinner reservations that we’d planned, and were rushed to the spot where the concert was being held immediately. 

Try doing your makeup on a bumpy ass road, with your boyfriend trying to change clothes and knocking into you, with a camera pointed in your face. Yeah, not fun. 

Per usual, I looked like a raccoon. Whatever.

I was going to die. That was all there is to it. 

Norman had made sure that we were towards the front of the stage, surrounded by security when it was time for the band’s performance. He stood behind me with his hands on my hips until The drummer, whom I didn’t recognize, walked out, followed by Mige, Burton, and Linde. I immediately started screaming when Ville joined them, his deep voice rasping a greeting in Finnish that I didn’t even mind not understanding. 

Bending down to kiss my temple as I swooned, Norman teased, “You really weren’t kidding, were you?”

“Shut up,” I snapped back, smacking him in the chest with the back of my hand, “He’s still talking.”

After the brief introduction, Linde started playing out the beginning notes to my favorite song, and Norman would have sworn I’d lost my damn mind.

I climbed up on to his shoulders like he was a fucking tree, earning me a lot of grunts and “what the fucks” from him as I made myself comfortable to get the best view. 

“She's smiling like heaven is down on earth Sun is shining so bright it hurts All her wishes have finally com true Her heart is weeping.  Happiness is killing her. She'll be right here in my arms So in Love She'll be right here in these arms She can't let go”

“You are, absolutely, the best boyfriend any human being could possibly ever ask for,” I rasped hoarsely as we made our way out of the auditorium towards the back stage area. The camera guy said that they had everything that they needed, so they headed back to the hotel to prepare for the flight home the next day.

Norman had his arm thrown over my shoulders as he kissed the crown of my sweaty head, squeezing me tighter into his side, “Happy Valentines Day, Whiskey.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” I cooed back as I stepped up onto my tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips as we were ushered in to what appeared to be a green room of sorts. I instantly recognized two of the band members from another Finnish band that I listened to, Jussi and Jyrki from The 69 Eyes. Jyrki stood up from his seat with a smile, barking out a hello to Norman as he extended his hand for him to grasp and pull him into a hug. 

“It’s so good to see you, friend, long time.” Jyrki said excitedly, patting Norman on the back before turning his attention to me, “You must be Kylin, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, sir,” I squeaked out nervously, placing my sweaty palm into his hand. He kissed the back of mine and gave me a soft smile as I grinned at him stupidly, “I love all of ya’ll’s stuff, I wish we would’ve been able to get here to see ya’ll play.” 

“If that’s not the cutest fuckin’ Southern accent I’ve ever heard in my entire life!” Was suddenly heard as the door opened. Turning to see who it was, my eyes widened as Bam Margera walked in, followed by Ville and Kuolema. 

I immediately started sweating again, my mouth hanging open in awe as Bam shook hands with Norman, “Big fan, man.”

“Same here,” Norma rasped back, throwing his arm around my shoulders, “This is my girlfriend, Kylin.”

“Nice to meet ya, where’s that accent from?” Bam inquired, extending his hand while lifting an eyebrow.

My mouth kinda flopped around like a fish sucking air for a moment, before Norman practically smacked me on the back of my head and back into reality, “Uh..Uh... Texas, I”m from Texas.”

“Well, Tex, this here is Ville Valo and his beautiful wife Lema, but of course you prolly already knew that. Willie, this is-”

“Norman Reedus, I know.” Ville drawled lazily, cooling holding his hand out to shake Norman’s, “Surely, Bammy, you remember the story of when he fucked my wife.”

Kuolema’s mouth dropped as she gawked at her husband, slapping him in the chest before snapping something in Finnish that I could only assume to be a scolding, Her bright eyes turned to me as her face reddened, “Please excuse my husband, it’s nice to meet you” She asked in English, her accent thick as she sighed deeply before flicking her eyes to my boyfriend, “It’s good to see you again, Norman.”

“You too, sweetheart,” Norman replied with a small smile. 

I looked back up to Ville, who was glaring daggers at Norman without much subtly, smiling at him as I said, “I really loved the show, ya’ll are like...my favorite band ever.” 

“Good thing Norman here knows all the right people then, huh, love?” Ville deadpanned with a sarcastic smile.

“Anybody want anything to drink?” Jussi called from his spot at the makeshift bar as he pulled out two bottles of Vodka. 

“I’ll take a wine, veli!” Kuolema called back, before gesturing to me, “Do you want anything, darling?”

“Oh..uh, no thanks, I’m good,” I smiled back, internally grimacing when Norman quirked an eyebrow at my denial of alcohol.

“You okay, babe? You sure youd don’t want some Whiskey, sweetheart?” Norm asked curiously, looking down at me with his face furrowed.

“I’m fine, Norm. Just don’t feel like drinking tonight,” I shrugged easily, smiling up at him and hoping he would’t question it. 

“Alright, then, well, I’m drankin’, so I’ll be back,” Norman said as he squeezed me closer into this side, “You gonna be alright for a  minute or are you gonna embarrass yourself?”

“I’ll probably embarrass myself, but I’ll be okay,” I chuckled, earning me a giggle from Kuolema and Ville before Norman sauntered away to find Jussi. 

Kuolema led us to the couches and I sat on the opposite side of one of them as the couple, smiling like a creeper as I tried to realize that what was actually going on was reality. Bam plopped down into the chair closest to me, taking a sip of his Redbull as he leaned back, “So how you likin’ Finland, Tex?”]

“It’s cold,” I replied back with a smirk, nodding my head, “And snowier than New York or even Vancouver.”

“Your brother’s in that demon show, right? Supernatural or whatever? They film in Vancover?” Bam asked.

“Yeah, Jensen films in ‘Couver and I follow him around sometimes. I work for another one of the cast members as their assistant so I’m constantly up there. It’s a different kinda cold though.” I replied.

“That’s how I feel with Pennsylvania and here, it may be the same temperature, but the air is different,” Kuolema added as she took the offered glass from Jyrki, who smiled at me again before waling back over to where Norman and Jussi were talking. 

“So how did you meet Norman?” Kuolema asked, taking another sip of her wine and ignoring the annoyed look on Ville’s face.

“Oh, uh...” I huffed out a laugh, “I met him through my ex, Jeff. It’s a long story.”

Jesus, if I ever needed a fucking drink...

“Norman fancies things that belong to other people, huh?” Ville snickered, his eyebrow raising haughtily. Bam almost choked on his Redbull.

Good Lord...

“Um, it’s a little bit more complicated then that, actually.” I smiled politely back, internally appalled that this was what my first time meeting my idol consisted of. It was taking all of my willpower to not instinctually snap back at the man, go off on him, and storm out of the room, but I knew these were Norman’s friends and I had to behave, despite the most uncomfortable Valentines Day this was turning into be, “Um, I’m getting’ thirsty, so, um, I’m gonna go find Norm and get a drink. It really was nice to meet you, Ville, I’ve been a huge fan for years.”

I stood up from my spot on the couch at the same time Kuolema did. She grabbed me by the hand , winding our elbows together as we stepped over Bam’s feet. She gulped down the rest of the red liquid in her glass and said, “I’ll come with you. I’m needing a refill.”

Behind us, Bam could be heard bitching at Ville in what sounded like Finnish. Raising my eyebrows, I asked her about it.

“Oh, yeah, he kinda picked up on a lot of it over he years, plus with me in the house he gets to hear all the really good insults,” she answered with a giggle, her lips winding into a Cheshire grin as she looked over her shoulder as we approached Norman, Jussi, and Jyrki. The two band members greeted us again, snuggling Kuolema between them over dramatically as Norman tucked me into his side and kissed my temple. His breath already faintly smelled of Jack Daniels, and I smirked up at him at the goofy grin plastered on his face.

“You have brothers, don’t you, Kylin?” Lema asked as she pushed the two men off of her, regaining my attention,  “Isn’t it horrible?”

“Ya’ll’re siblings? Wow, I never knew that.” I replied with wide eyes.

“Long story,” She smirked, eyes flicking from mine to Norman again. I nodded my head with a snort in return before turning my head up to the man digging his nails into my back under my jacket.

“I think we’re about to get out of here, we got an early flight int he mornin’.” He rasped without looking away from me, getting a giggle from Kuolema in reply. 

“Awh, really? Leaving so early?” Jussi complained with a whine, distracting Norman from me for a second and gaining a laugh from him.

“Sorry, man. Time zones are a bitch and she’s gotta be all over this next week.” Norman sighed, pulling away from me to shake the two men’s hands and give Lema a quick hug goodbye. I gave her a hug as well and waved to everyone else as Norman practically dragged me out of the building, that devilish smile curling onto his face as his fingers dug into mine.

“Now it’s time for you to get your real gift, sweetheart,” Norman teased, his eyes darkened as he climbed onto the bed to hover over me.

“And what would that be, babe?” I teased back, bucking my hips into his obvious hardon as he wedged my thighs open with his knees. 

“Oh, I think you know, girl.” He grinned as he rutted his dick into my panties, hi hands lifting up the over-sized shirt I’d worn to bed. It slipped over my head easily, and a growl left his lips at the sight of my exposed nipples. 

“These things are getting bigger, Whiskey,” He commented before attaching his lips to a sensitive nub, gently caressing the other with his large palm. I writhed below him, arching my back into his mouth as he devoured me whole. My panties came off shortly after, followed by what few clothes he’d been wearing as well. 

He grasped his throbbing cock in his hand as he swirled the head around into my soaking folds, earning a desperate moan from me as I dug my own fingers into my hair and needily bit my lip. Another growl left him as he forced himself inside me, not stopping until every bit of him was perfectly seated inside me. 

I gasped at the fullness, always never completely ready for the stretch that my body had to make to accommodate him. He wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting again, a deep, feral moan vibrating through him and into me. I let out a loud mewl myself, my legs securing themselves around his waist as he set his pace. 

Our bodies moved in sync with each other as we scratched and groped and heaved, our pants and wails probably heard through the hotel complex. 

“Fuck, yes, take it, baby,” He snarled as his teeth sunk into my shoulder, my hands grasping at his sweaty hair as I keened. My orgasm washed over me unexpectedly, my shrill cry and tightening walls the only warning he had before my body gripped him like a vice, successfully spilling him over the edge as well. He came deep inside of me with a harsh roar, his hot seed filling me and leaking onto the sheets. 

He collapsed next to me for a moment to catch his breath before getting up and going to the bathroom for a wash cloth. He came back and kneeled onto the bed between my legs, wiping the traces of his mess while watching my face with a smile. 

My heart fluttered, wondering if he was going to say anything about my lack of concern for the obvious accident he’d made. He said nothing , though, just watched me as I bit my lip and returned his grin while he cleaned me off. 

He threw the rag in the direction of the bathroom before curling up under the covers with me, his body molding into mine like it always did.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Whiskey.” He rasped before kissing my shoulder and neck, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” 

[crzcorgi]

A Dream Come True ~ part 7

a Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus RPF

catch up here!

My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.  Also, let’s pretend that Jeffrey and Norman are single, no SO’s, no ties.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus ~ This chapter features just Jeff!

Word count ~ 2900

Warnings- NSFW, NSFW aesthetic

Under a cut due to sexy aesthetic

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 To say I was nervous was definitely an understatement. A proposition? What could he possibly want?

 “For years, I’ve never truly had a home. I have my farm, have had it for awhile, but I never got to spend time there. My roles taking me to all corners of the earth. But, as you know, I finally have a steady job. I am now able to spend much more time on my farm. But I also recently purchased a cabin in Georgia, not too far from the set. It’s small, but fuck I don’t need much.”

 He pulled me closer, one hand continuing to rub my back, the other gently placing some loose hairs behind my ear. He leaned down, just enough to place a sweet kiss to the top of my head. He stayed there and it felt so right. Everything felt right, like this is where I belonged, with Jeffrey. And I was sensing he felt the same way.

 “So, the thing is, I was sure, fucking positive, that landing this role, becoming more stable, that I would be at peace. I would be able to fly back home during my free time, be able to relax on the farm.

 “So, finding out how much hard work a farm is?” I giggled, figuring he hadn’t realized what he’d gotten into. Farms are a butt load of work.

 He sighed, pulling me even tighter. “No doll, I know how much work a farm is, I have farm hands for a lot of the work. I just take up some of the slack when I’m around. No, that’s not what’s happened.”

 I upset him? Or at least I think I did?

 “I’m sorry!” I told him as I took his hand, gently rubbing it. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” I tried to hold it back but sure as shit the tears started flowing. Stupid emotions.

 “Oh fuck! Sweetheart! I never meant to make you cry, I’m not upset with you! I promise!” He moved his arms, encircling my waist and pulling me completely into his lap. I laid my head against his chest as he leaned down to gently place another kiss on the top of my head. “You fucking smell like heaven darling. Mmhmm!” He kept his face in my hair, I could feel his hot breath, hear his little sniffs.

 “I’m sorry I’m so emotional. I just…” what do I say? That I’m falling for him? That I just met him and I already am feeling like we’ve known each other a lifetime? That the thought of saying goodbye is causing my heart to truly ache. He’ll just think I’m that crazy fangirl that fell into his arms at the con. And maybe he wouldn’t be so wrong.

 I was brought out of my thoughts by Jeff’s hand on my cheek. “Baby, you’ve got to stop all this thinking bad shit. I know that’s what you’re doing.” He squeezed me impossibly closer, my breath catching in my throat. “I knew something was missing in my life. I thought it was not have a fucking true home. Then I bought my farm, and while it has helped, I never got to spend much time there, not able to enjoy it. I was sure when I got the Walking Dead job, I’d be able to be home more, relax and enjoy life.”

 He sighed into my hair. I tilted my face up slowly afraid I might smash into his face. “That must have been wonderful, being in your own bed, waking up on your beautiful farm, smelling the clean country air. I bet you were overjoyed!”

 He looked down, right into my eyes. I could see something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. “I was happy, for a short while. Something was still ‘off’ I wasn’t sure what it was. I began taking more bike rides, alone and of course with Bubba.”

 “That must be such a thrill. Riding free like that, the wind, the sun on your back. It’s almost like flying!”

 “Yea, there is truly nothing like it doll. Really. I need to take you sometime. Would you like that?” He brought my chin up, kissing me softly. Pulling away, he held my chin still, forcing me to look at him. “Just answer sweetheart, no thinking about it.”

 I hesitated, “uh, yes, I would love that, but…”

 “But?”

 “Well, it’s not like we’re friends, or coworkers. After this weekend…”

 He let out a big sigh. “And this is where my proposition comes in. I don’t know if you could tell, see, just how nervous I am. But I can’t not ask you. Baby girl, these past days have been incredible, beyond wonderful. I could never have guessed that I would find someone at my age at a convention, much less someone who is causing me to question everything. I never believed in love at first sight, soulmates, none of that shit. I never thought I would find someone who made everything just fall into place, who made me truly look forward to the future. To want to finally settle down to have a home to come back to.”  

 He looked down, his arms falling away from me. I was trying to comprehend everything he just said. Was he talking about me? When he said love at first sight, soulmate, was that me? A home, did he mean me?

He looked so lost, almost scared. So I put aside all my questioning, my self doubts. And I wrapped him in my arms, brushing my lips thru his hair.

 “Everything is so confusing right now.” I snickered, turning my head so that we were now face to face, our foreheads almost touching. “But one thing is for sure, I’m falling for you Mr. Morgan. And I’m hoping that maybe the feeling is reciprocated?”

  I couldn’t believe I just blurted out my feelings. Maybe he isn’t feeling the same way? Maybe he just wants to talk to someone who he feels comfortable with? Maybe that’s what he’s saying, that it’s as if we were long lost friends reunited. Shit, and now I made an utter fool of myself. Admitting my schoolgirl feelings and actually believing that he would feel the same way.

 His laugh brought me back. “Doll face, you’re doing it again. I can practically see those wheels a spinnin’!” He leaned into me, his hands roughly grasping my cheeks and bringing our lips together. He was rough, his tongue quickly demanding entrance and which I readily allowed. Becoming a quickly heated kiss, my hands reaching up to grasp his hair, my moans muffled by our lips locked together.

 As quick as the kiss began, it ended. “Does that answer your question? I thought it was obvious.” He started stroking my hair, my eyes beginning to close. “Open your eyes sweetheart.” I opened them to see him looking downward, he took a hold of my hands, bringing them up to kiss each one.

 “My proposition, my question to you is. Fuck, I don’t know how to say this.” He was holding onto my hands for dear life, squeezing them tightly. “Be with me, come live with me. Come live on my farm, stay with me in Atlanta.”

 My mouth dropped open. He was asking me to live with him, to be with him. I must have looked as shocked as I felt because he made a groaning sound and began running his hands thru his hair. I quickly sprang into action.

 “No, no! I’m not saying no, I mean I'm…not saying anything. I guess…I’m shocked. I mean…are you asking me what I um, ah think you’re uh, asking me?”

 He looked into my eyes, moving our faces with mere inches of each other. “To be with me, wherever I am, wherever I go. Fuck girl, it’s crazy, I know. I’m crazy maybe. But I can’t, don’t want to be away from you. I can’t live without you. It’s like you’re the missing piece to my puzzle. I finally feel complete, content.”

 I was mesmerized, stunned. He was right, so very right. “Yes, I mean yes, I would love to go with you, anywhere, anyplace.”

 “You mean it sweet girl, you aren’t fucking with me are you? I’ve been screwed over in the past, my heart couldn’t take it again.”

 I placed my arms around his neck, turning my body to straddle his. “I would never kid you about my feelings for you. I know I hesitate when speaking, but you’ve got to understand my shock.” My fingers began caressing his scalp. “You talk about this all being new to you, but you have women throwing themselves at your feet day in and day out. I’m lucky if I have a date on any given weekend.”  I looked down, once again my lovely low  self-esteem rearing its ugly head.

“I’ve gotta tell you, I find that truly hard to comprehend. You are fucking amazing doll, everything about you. I’m in disbelief that you aren’t already taken.”

 His hands came up to grasp a hold of my head, pulling our lips together for another heated kiss. I would never get used to the thrill of his tongue begging entrance, the taste of his lips, the chills running through my body every time I hear, feel his growls.

 It felt like the kiss went on forever, I would never complain. But Jeff moved away, only to push me off of his lap and onto the bed. Throwing his leg over, he was straddling me, leaning down, his mouth now on my ear.

 “I need you now and I won’t take no for an answer.” His whispering causing me to shiver.

 And as if I’d say no.

 In one thrust he became fully seated, I could swear I felt his tip touching me in some deep place. He didn’t move right away, just becoming reacquainted with the feelings, although it had only been mere hours since our last time.

 “Is this fucking heaven, cause I can’t imagine a more amazing place than here, with you, inside you. This, this is where I belong.” He began kissing his way down the side of my neck, making me turn my head so he could have better access. Jeff began nudging his hips downward, slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, the desired outcome.

 “I love you, so much.” I could help it. I was so far gone. He was right, this had to be heaven because nothing, no one, could make me feel like this.

 “I love you too doll, fuck yes!” Suddenly, he flipped us over, his cock still deep inside me. “Ride me baby, fucking ride me hard and fast.” He slapped my ass, causing me to squeal and giggle.

 I sat up, feeling his dick moving to a very different position. “Ohhh god…” my eyes rolling back into my head, my mouth dropping open, riding the line of pleasure/pain closely. I couldn’t stop the moans, grunts, sighs falling from my mouth as I began moving my hips, gyrating over, around his more than ample manhood.

 “Jesus fuck, baby girl! You’re a fucking pro at this!” Jeff brought his arms up, each hand grasping onto a breast, causing me to jump. “Hold on sweetheart, fuck, I’m only just beginning.” I could tell he was enjoying this as much as me, his voice so much deeper, gruff. His words coming out between pants.

 As his long fingers deftly tweaked my now hypersensitive nipples, I continued my dance, the bit of pain felt at first long since giving way to pure blissful joy. I knew my end was so very near, moving my hand to my waiting nub.

 With my eyes closed, I didn’t see, but definitely felt, Jeff’s hand moving mine away. “Let me doll, just keep doin’ what…fuck…you’re doin’.”

 I couldn’t answer him, my breaths coming in quick pants. I just nodded the best I could. When his fingertip, one freaking fingertip, touched my clit, I came. I began shaking, shivering, my eyes wide open but seeing nothing.

 “I’m almost there baby, ride through your fucking high, help me finish y/n.”

 “God Jeffrey…YES!!!! Fuck YES!!!!!”  I kept up my ministrations, not only prolonging my orgasm , but causing another to begin.

 “Say my name…fuck… say my name again baby girl!”

 I repeated it, and repeated it. Louder each time as I came again. And fucking again. Never had I experienced such pleasure, such an amazing high that was never ending. I lost count of the actual number, but it had to be double digits.

 When Jeffrey came, I could feel everything. I could feel the beginning spasms his cock made. I felt the movement up his shaft, my channel contractions moving as one with his dick’s. I took in the soft, warm escape of his creamy fluid.

My body wouldn’t, couldn’t move, but gravity had other ideas. I began to fall forward, Jeff reaching up and gently assisting me down and into his arms. His arms pulling me closely, his fingers twirling my damp hair. I felt his now flaccid manhood slip free from me, mutual groans escaping from us both.

 “Simply amazing darling. Just when I think it can’t get any more fucking amazing, you surprise me.”

 His nose found its way into my hair. I could feel his sniffs, hear his sighs. He was so right. This was amazing. We were amazing. I’ve never felt these feelings before, not with anyone. As cliche as it was, we felt like home. Jeffrey was my home.

 We must have both dozed off, content in each other’s arms, a warmth, comfort, like no other. When I came to, I stretched my arms, my eyes opening when I felt no body next to mine. As I struggled to sit up, my body still a bit shaky from the wonderful lovemaking, I heard, then saw, Jeff coming out of the bathroom, a smile a mile wide on his face. The dimples on full display making me smile in return.

 “I’m sorry y/n, didn’t want to wake you, love watching you sleep. So fucking beautiful.” He sat down pulling me into his lap. “But fuck if I didn’t have to take a piss!” He giggled like a little boy.

 God this man!

 “S’ok, I don’t want to miss any time with you,can’t enjoy your company if I’m asleep, can I?”  I snuggled into him, smelling fresh smoke. “Cig break too? This is a no-smoking room.” I poked his chest jokingly.

 “Aww, dollface, just snuck a quick drag while I was on the toilet. No harm, no foul, right?”

 If someone had told me a couple of days ago I would be hanging around a smoker, much less sleeping with him, I would laughed in their face. I am not a militant anti-smoker by any means. But I don’t care for it, the smell of stale smoke a real turn off.

 Then why is it I find it extremely attractive, even sexy, when Jeffrey smelled like smoke. When he held a cigarette between his fingers, gah!

 “Deep thoughts baby girl?” His hand came up under my chin, tilting my face upward.

 “Just thinking about how damn attractive you are. Even with the nasty cigarettes.” I giggled hoping he wouldn’t be too offended.

 He leaned down, our lips barely touching but still such turn on. Pulling back barely, he spoke softly. “Nasty doll? You haven’t seen my nasty side yet. Maybe if you’re a good girl…”

 We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

 “What the fuck Morgan?! Door’s locked dood!”

 We looked at each, both letting out a loud laugh.

 “Be right there Bubba! Keep your fucking pants on!”

 Jeff stood from the bed, reaching over to the chair situated by the bed to grab his pants. Pulling them on, he began hopping towards the door, his face contorting.  I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

 Opening the door, Norman stepped inside quickly, a curt wave in my direction, shared shoulder slaps with Jeff, then headed right into the bathroom.

 “Sorry sweetheart, I gotta pee!”

 I snickered, pulling the sheets up around my chest. Jeff stepped back over to me, a look of concern on his face.

 “Jeff?” I could quite read if it was concern or something else that was causing a slight frown to appear on him.

 He sat down on the edge of the bed, his left arm darting out to take my hand. His simple action of rubbing my fingers calming my nerves.

 “We’ve got to tell Norman what we discussed, our mutual decision.” He paused, moving closer to me, his eyes meeting mine,  while simultaneously moving his hand to my cheek, delicately stroking it. “We are on the same page, right baby girl?” His eyes never leaving mine.

 “If I wasn’t sure before, I certainly am now. I cannot imagine a life without you in it Jeffrey. Not now, not tomorrow. Not ever.” I smiled at him, my eyes darting downward, feeling a bit shy at my admission.

“Look at me sweetheart.” I did as he asked. “I love you, everything about you, even when your mind tells you fucking lies. I know you still have doubts. But y/n, you are perfect for me. There is no one else.”

 We moved in unison, closing in. When our lips met, I sighed. I was where I wanted to be.