#dadfucker friday

[dadfuckerfest]

DADFUCKER DANUARY IS HERE. HAPPY DADFUCKING HOLIDAYS, YA FILTHY ANIMALS!

Dadfucker December is a celebration of SPN dads fucking during December, in the form of a prompt meme. “Fucking” is loosely construed. So is “dad.” And also the event will be open through January 15th.

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Keep reading for rules and regulations:

HOW DOES THIS WORK? Leave a prompt, claim a prompt, fill a prompt. Prompt submissions are now open! Fills will be accepted through January 15th. Make sure to link/cross-post to tumblr so we can reblog and save your creations for posterity!

WHICH DADS AND WHICH FUCKERS? John Winchester is the daddiest and most fuckable of all dads, but other eligible dads include Chuck, Cain, Crowley, Castiel, Sam, Dean, etc. Any dadfucker is allowed as long as the dad they’re fucking is their dad, or they’re otherwise fucking some other dad in a dadfucking way.

HOW LONG SHOULD MY PROMPT BE? A prompt can be as long and detailed or as abstract as you want. You can request a “vibe” in a couple of words, or you can specify a pairing and an act and a line of dialogue; the prompt tagging feature is your friend!

HOW LONG SHOULD MY FILL BE? Your fill has to be zero words long! Art and gifsets and edits and mixtapes are most welcome! If you do want to write fic, however, a minimum of 500 words is probably a safe place to start.

HOW MUCH DADFUCKING? We’re here to celebrate dadfucking, obviously, but sometimes just a little hint of dadfucking is enough. This is to say, we’ll gladly take all ratings as long as the work can be reasonably tagged with a slash (“/”).

MUST MY PROMPT/FILL BE HOLIDAY-THEMED? No. The holiday is the dadfucking we jerk off to along the way.

I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING THAT NO ONE HAS PROMPTED. Send in the prompt yourself! Prompts are anonymous! Otherwise you can just mention @dadfuckerfest on your lovely creation and we’ll go from there. And don't forget to add it manually to the AO3 collection!

I HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION YOU DIDN’T ANSWER. Send an ask, our box is open!

[lovetransaction]

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Warnings: Underage Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester, John Winchester/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Parent/Child Incest, Voyeurism, Possessive Behavior for dadfucker december 2023 / @dadfuckerfest​ Summary:

John develops a habit when they settle somewhere that's not a motel, and baby baby baby do you like it?

[pregnancykink]

hi spike i went to sleep last night thinking about john baby-trapping dean after sam leaves, bc ofc he would. but dean concludes they can’t have a baby for the obvious reasons, and john really plays up how torn up about it he is so dean is like “wow i can truly never leave him after we went through this together.” abortion-trapping. i just thought you should know

HIIIIII omg I love when ur online and I love this sm. Normally I think of Dean as the baby-trapper so John doing it is SO INSPIRED like omg that’s wife he needs sonwife around and NOT thinking about Sam. But ABORTION-TRAPPING IS THE MOST BONKERS INSPIRED THING I’VE EVER HEARD your mind is huge happy Friday oh my GOD. Thank you so much

[icarriedyouout]

Back Soon

John/Dean, 955 words, pre-slash

Dean's 14, and he's standing next to the car, alone, shivering. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, but the hunt is over, the monster is dead, and Dad'll be back soon.

Dad will be back soon.

[amiwritesthings]

piggybacking on @missmisdemeanor's ask, on this wonderful dadfucker friday, tell me all about your favorite works (if you're a writer) or your favorite fic (if you're a reader) [or both! both is good!]! let's give ourselves and our favorite writers some love!!

here are some of my absolute faves:

there's no i in team by @vintagedean

it may be pure smut but there is still so much going on beneath the surface and i keep coming back to this time and time again!

what it is by @wastemanjohn

what are you even doing with your life if you haven't read this one yet? it is *that* good, it will alter your brain chemistry forever.

new year's eve, 2002 by @egipci

it is melancholic and heartwarming at the same time and em's writing really doesn't get enough attention, so go check it out if you have a moment!

[schizosamwincester]

I should probably regret my life choices. I don't, but I should

[wastemanjohn]

hi china! does deanjohn + drunk sex strike your fancy? i’ve been thinking about it lately

HI LANA and oooof absolutely

Scenario 1: They ONLY fuck when they're drunk. Post hunt adrenaline, a whole lot of whisky, John stricken with a rush of loneliness and Dean happy for the attention; backseat, bathroom stall, sometimes a motel bed, but it's always frantic and intense and rough and usually involves Dean bent over or with his face pushed into a pillow, so he never sees his father's face when he comes. And they never talk about it; never acknowledge it. They wake up the next day and go back to their lives. There's no talk of stopping, because there's no talk about it at all; in fact, John ends up taking it to his grave. And Dean - Dean spends the rest of his life trying to pretend those hazy memories are just snippets of dreams he must have had once, because with hindsight and distance - he can confront a lot of things about John, but not that. He'll never be able to look at that.

Scenario 2: They're fucking... maybe still never missionary, maybe it's never nice exactly, never candles and rose petals, but it happens whether they're drunk or not. But when John drinks - sometimes he can get a little mean. A little uninhibited. Sometimes he's a little emotional, that lid he just about keeps on his anger most of the time flies right the fuck off. When John's drunk, just sometimes, he seems so angry; and Dean gets the brunt of it. It doesn't feel that bad at the time; maybe he zones out, maybe he's too busy trying to be good, to be what Dad needs, trying to be there for Dad the same way he is when Dad needs someone to prise a bottle out of his hand and get him undressed for bed - no, Dean just deals with it, and it's not until the next morning that he realizes fully what it was. Sees it in the blushing purple bruises on his hips, his thighs, imprints of Dad's fingers; in the puncture wounds of Dad's teeth on his neck, some of them crusty with dried blood, god, Dad was so angry - and Dad still smells of whisky, and something stale and bitter like shame, and he doesn't look at Dean when he tells them they need to hunt apart for a while; and as always, Dad knows best, so Dean nods and takes it on the chin. Does Dean go to Bobby for comfort sometimes after nights like this? In my head yeah but that's another story.

Scenario 3: John's fucking pathetic and the only thing he has in the world is his pretty sonwife. And when hunting's going well and there are no raging storms hanging over them, when John's a little less tense than usual, when he's drunk on beer instead of liquor - those are the best nights of Dean's life. He's getting railed so fucking gently. He's getting kisses. He's getting endless, uninhibited praise. He's getting handholding. John may or may not also want to kiss Dean's lil pot belly all over and remark about how cute it is until Dean squirms and whines for him to knock it off - its not that soft, Dad, Jesus, you're giving me a fucking complex here - but again, that's another story.

[missmisdemeanor]

Happy DFF Lana! I'm going to go for a horny question bc my brain is fried, what's John's favourite way to fuck Dean? Position, hard/slow, little idiosyncrasies... tell me the gross 👀

so this got away from me a little. smut under the cut.

It’s– God, almost four in the morning and neither of them have slept. John’s insomnia is an old beast, its teeth worn down from gnawing at him over the course of two decades. Dean’s is a brand new animal, and it’s teething. It bites red rings under his eldest son’s eyes, visible as Dean sits at the motel desk cleaning another gun. He’s given up any pretense of going to sleep, just like last night and the night before. Three nights prior, they’d finished the last of their store of sleeping pills.

John watches him from the unmade bed. They only get one-bed rooms these days, with Sam gone. John watches him, like he has for years. And it’s a dance. Dean sways subtly, arm pulling back. He puts the gun down. John follows arm with eyes in a fluid motion. “Dean,” he calls, lips loose around the syllable.

“Go to sleep,” Dean rasps. Every word is forced through the front of his throat.

“You know I can’t.”

John’s lips turn up. Dean is particularly beautiful in the low light, in the early hours, with red-ringed eyes and subtly shaking limbs. Like John, he’s scuffed from their years of violent life, like a rock endlessly tumbling down a jagged mountain, gathering chips and scratches along the way. His shattered edges soften under lamplight, under a haze of sleeplessness. Fog fills his voice and his body echoes a sort of delicateness it hasn’t truly held since he carried Sam out of the fire.

“Yeah,” Dean chuckles. Dry. There’s a sink in the bathroom, but he hasn’t had a sip of water in twelve hours, easy. Just one beer and a couple cigarettes. “I know.”

“Come here,” John says. Gentle, always gentle. Dean doesn’t fight like Sam does–or rather did. And John’s instruction is a plea far more than a command. He remembers Dean younger, standing with hands on John’s knee, seated. Dad, are you okay? Teenaged, a broader palm on John’s shoulder. Hey. Let’s all relax, alright? To Dean, the face of a put-together father has always been made of glass. 

He sees the man John is, so John doesn't try to hide it.

Dean sighs. Wordlessly, he stands on weak bowlegs. His feet are silent on the motel’s brown wall-to-wall carpet, and he sits next to John in bed.

“There you are,” John smiles. Dean doesn’t brush it off, not with a laugh or by moving away. 

This is routine– one two three, one two three. John sits up and his fingers dance along Dean’s jaw, across the coarse stubble he hasn’t bothered shaving. Dean’s hands pull John’s shirt off, almost like a parent helping a child change clothes. It’s not hungry, not insistent. Not yet.

John coaxes Dean from his cotton tee in turn, runs rough hands up Dean’s scarred sides. It’s redundant at this point to call him beautiful. Maybe the words leach out of John’s admiring eyes. 

Jeans and boxers too are discarded, and Dean’s legs are almost as hairy as John’s these days. Dean has John’s blunt jaw and his soft stomach. He has his mother’s eyes.

Dean’s legs come over John’s and press their cocks together. The hair on Dean’s is lighter, and it curves the opposite way if you really pay attention. Which John does. He’s made a mental study of Dean so meticulous and for so many years it could constitute a doctorate. His hand reaches out first, hairy-knuckled and gnarled as a storm-worn oak. It wraps around them both, stroking slow, breathing life into soft, tired bodies. 

Dean’s hand wraps on top of John’s, softer palms from youth but certainly not easy living. Slow, ever-tighter. They groan in unison, breathing heavily. When John looks up into Dean’s eyes, they’re half-lidded, his pupils blown wider than they were even with the room so dim. His cock’s hardening in John’s hand, the tip turning a stunning shade of pink-red. John’s cock fills half from pleasure and half from watching Dean, the way his stomach folds as he gets comfortable and his hips start rocking. His palm’s getting sweaty against the back of John’s hand.

John’s the first to break the relative silence. “Fuck…I could come like this.”

Dean grunts. A swarm of red bees descends on his summer-peach cheeks. They flit invisibly fast wings against his neck, up to his ears. “Don’t,” his voice buzzes, low. He leans into John’s shoulder and rests his warm chin there. 

John’s hand stills. “Holding out for something better?”

Dean shakes his head. His hair’s getting shaggy. John likes to put his fingers in it, and he doesn’t hold back from doing so now. “Yeah.” He breathes out in a stream, like blowing out a birthday candle. “Fuck me.”

They never say make love. They don’t kiss particularly often either. Dean doesn’t ham up his fuck me though, it’s gruff and sincere. John presses cracked lips to Dean’s oily hairline, that much is okay. “Of course.”

Dean situates himself like he has for months of late nights, stomach flat to the sheets. John takes the lube off the nightstand. They’d left it on top of the motel’s stationery the day they got there. A week ago, maybe. Stomach-to-back is their favourite position, and John doesn’t know how much of that is about avoiding each other’s eyes.

In any case, he’s dutiful. He owes that to Dean, who stuck around, who still hasn’t turned on him even though he doesn’t sleep anymore. Sam’s the one ghost they can’t hunt down. John squirts lube onto his fingers and presses them to Dean’s rim, pushes in with little preamble. The slide’s easy. Practised. 

Dean grunts, he lifts his hips off the mattress slightly. John curls two fingers inside him, spreading them apart slightly. He presses where he knows Dean likes it, and Dean moans into the sheets ever-so-quietly. John doesn’t miss details though. For once, he’s grateful to be hypervigilant. 

“Come on,” Dean complains, and it makes John laugh.

“Alright, calm down. I got you.”

Fucking Dean is a feeling like nothing else in the world. His tight rim chokes John’s cock as he pushes in, and he’s so soft and warm inside. Dean likes it wet, and the lube squelches as John starts thrusting into him. Pure bliss.

He's pressed to Dean’s back, coarse chest hair against the thin hair between Dean’s shoulder blades. It tugs as John moves, it hurts a little. “Oh, Dean…”

“Mm…” Dean ruts into the mattress and back up against John, up and down. John licks the side of his neck, tastes the cold sweat of his insomnia against the hot skin of arousal. He sinks his teeth into Dean’s shoulder, a claim.

Dean responds so sweetly to being touched. He’s good, so good. John pants in his ear and indulges himself, slow and deep. “Baby,” John groans, holding strong hips.

John likes being right here, feeling every one of Dean’s muscles activate as he writhes, searching desperately for more pleasure. He likes the feeling of Dean’s low, curved back, the way his round stomach fits right in that dip like they were made to slot together.

Clothes on the floor, diagonal on the bed. John leans forward to smell Dean’s breath as he exhales and it’s gross, sour and still lingering with cigarette smoke. 

“Love you,” John sighs, and Dean mumbles it back into the sheets. They’ve been saying it a lot more lately.

John picks up the pace, still with long, deep thrusts. He wants to feel the slide from base to tip. Dean moans openly, face full of fabric, arching his hips up for more. On another day, John might’ve teased him. Slut, good boy. You just love Daddy’s cock, don’t you? 

Not tonight. 

Dean’s body goes so lax under John’s he could be falling asleep. He isn’t, with the way those raw-throated noises carry on. “Touch me,” Dean asks, low and husky, and John could never say no.

He reaches a hand underneath to stroke Dean’s cock, appreciatively humming at how hard and wet with precome it is. He’s made the sheets wet too. Messy boy. “Mine,” John groans, canting his hips without finesse. “Close…”

“Mhh,” Dean tilts his head up to breathe properly as John squeezes his cock, thumbs at the tip, fucks deep into his wet asshole.

John comes hard, his abdomen tensing against Dean’s back. The tingling warmth spreads through all of his limbs. He stays still there as he finishes Dean off, which takes another minute of jerking him off and biting at his neck.

Dean’s especially beautiful when he comes, to the point where John likes Dean’s orgasms more than his own. His whole body shakes and he gasps, and John feels the spurts of wet come between his hand and the bed.

When he pulls out, Dean’s half asleep already. They’re not going to talk about it.

They never do.

[treevore]

john knows who's working that particular truck stop glory hole, but dean chooses not to look at the guys so he'll never know, john hopes

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ALL MORNING ABOUT THIS GNASHING TEETH LETS GAUR!!!!! (Update from 9 PM me: this took all day but yknow what? I stand by my madness)

Dean's halfway through rolling a cigarette to add to the pile when the door opens. He doesn't move, doesn't even look up, the sound of John's truck is as familiar to him as the sounds of his dad's breathing. It's a sign that dad's come home again, putting to rest his anxieties that dad would die on this one.

"We out of storebought?" John's voice is a tired growl. It's midday and he sounds exhausted. Dean's sure dad hasn't slept since he left the day before yesterday. At the comment, guilt swims in his guts. He coulda gone out, could have scraped some change out of the bottom of their bag and snagged a pack for him. Shit, he had slippery fingers, he probably could have pinched a pack.

"I'm kinda tight on cash, thought we might need food a little more." Dean said, looking his dad up and down. His face was gaunt, there was no way he'd stopped for food on the hunt. Of course, without Dean there to make sure his family was taken care of, they wouldn't do it themselves. Sam and John both relied on him, that was starkly clear when either one was without him.

He watched as John sighed and rubbed a big hand over his face, his posture slumping with exhaustion as he stood there. "You up to run by the Stray Dog?" Hunter bar, Dean knew what he meant by asking that immediately. 'Are you up to putting your mouth to some good use?'

The dog was a not-uncommon stop for the two of them. Seedy, packed with hunters that John didn't like but was willing to swap notes with. On Dean's front, the stalls in the bathroom had long ago had holes drilled into the shitty plywood that divided them - too shitty of a dive bar to have even bothered with standard metal stall walling. At least with the boards, the gap to see a dudes shoes was way smaller.

John gave his ass a quick sneaky squeeze as they parted and Dean headed to the bathroom, his eyes on the floor. The place was full of regulars, faces he'd seen before, and he didn't tend to think too much about the body on the other side of the wall.

They'd run this hustle before. Dad would take the money out front and send the guy back, Dean would be waiting in the bathroom to get on his knees and suck the guy off. Usually when they did this he'd spit into the toilet next to him, trying not to gag at the taste of the various dudes cum. Hunters weren't known for maintaining good diets, and that transferred in nasty ways.

Not even five minutes and he heard the door of the stall next to him scrape, heard the clink of the lock. Dean got to his knees as he heard the guy next door unzip. A minute or so passed as he listened to the guy in the stall next to him jerk himself hard before the dick was through the hole.

His breath caught in his chest as he sat there frozen in the moment. That was his dad. That was his dad's dick. Dean know what his dad's dick looked like, they'd spent years sharing hotel rooms and by-the-month studio rentals when there was a lot to deal with in one spot. He'd listened as his father jerked off, watching to make sure Sam stayed asleep and to be a sight barrier just in case.

John cleared his throat expectantly in the next stall, bringing Dean's focus back to the bar shitter. To his dad's dick stuck through the hole in the wall. He swallowed hard, his breathing shaky as he leaned in. "I know someone's in there, c'mon man," said John from the other side, putting on the affable tough guy voice he used around other hunters. The voice that said he didn't want shit, but he could handle it.

The dick in front of him - his dad's dick - wiggled around expectantly as Dean steeled himself. He could pretend this was some dude he didn't know well, someone he'd only known through a sheet of plywood. He took the dick into his mouth, sucking tentatively at first, more focused than usual on his teeth. Dean had never said anything about it, it was way too weird for him to admit out loud, but he'd always kind of wanted to suck his dad off.

He bobbed his head rhythmically, taking all of John's cock into his mouth with hungry enthusiasm. Dean could hear him breathing on the other side of the wall, could hear his dad's breaths grow raspy and quick as he sped up, driving John closer and closer to finishing.

Most of the time he wasn't this enthusiastic about sucking a dick though the wall, the act much more professionally technical and routine. Get the rhythm going, keep the suction consistent, slow down as he finishes, spit. Hearing his dad groan, the thump of his hand against the wall as John held himself steady, all of it was different. He'd made his dad make those noises.

Dean's heart fluttered in his chest as he felt his dad cum in his mouth, letting out a soft moan around his cock that mimicked the one John made on the other side of the hole. Dean swallowed as he listened to his dad's breathing return to normal, wiping his mouth clean of his spit as the footsteps receded.

Not two minutes later, he felt the cheap phone buzz in his pocket with a text. "Lets go." From dad. Jesus, had some sicko paid his dad to get sucked off by him? With a baffled shake of his head, Dean rose from the bathroom floor and headed out to meet John in the parking lot.

"The hell happened in there?" Dean stared dutifully at the ground as he asked, thinking about the feel of his father's cock in his mouth again. The salty tang of his skin.

"Hm?" John said as he turned around before breaking into a cocky grin. "Ah, the money. Yeah, well," he said, trailing off as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a shabby but decently thick wallet, "Found this on one of the dead guys the vamps got."

He clapped Dean heavily on the shoulder as he stepped closer to the car, chuckling softly. "Slow night's nothing to worry about. I got the info I needed."

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

happy dadfucker friday! do you prefer sam/john or dean/john (and why)?

how dare you ask me this!!

no actually despite being a samgirl, i actually prefer deanjohn! obviously, dean's closer to john, and he and john clearly share something sam doesn't have. in canon, that means knowing about mary, that means hunting, that means the 'family secret.' sam is alienated from this world as a child, and meanwhile dean is going through puberty. an gothic reading of this same structure would extend this forbidden knowledge to something sexual. it also makes dean's defense of john throughout season 1 so much more charged and painful, especially if sam knows what transpired between them at this point--and it might even fuel sam's desire to escape the family unit, as he (subconsciously) feels that he might take dean's place, either with john or dean himself.

there's also the parallels one can make between dean and mary; for one, the parentification of dean and john's subconscious expectation that his eldest will take his mother's place. while there are many sam+mary parallels in canon as well, dean looks more like her, and i think this would drive john insane. there's also something to be said for the way dean has these sexually charged moments with older men throughout the show, residuals of john. <3

but! that being said i could also write essays about samjohn too, i love them both and they represent different things about the characters and the show as a whole!

[dadfuckerfest]

HELLO AND WELCOME TO FUN IN THE SON 2024!

You ever scroll through the dash or rewatch your favorite SPN episode and suddenly find yourself face to pixelated-face with someone's submissive and breedable son and think, Man, I'd really like to have some fun in that son?

Well, the bad news is we can't help you with that (sorry!) But for just five weeks this summer you can vicariously have fun in that son by smooshing his face with a beloved father/mother/parental figure!

The rules are simple:

~ For each Friday, pick a prompt (or more!) and post your fanwork(s) to tumblr (and optionally to the ao3 collection). ~ Make sure to mention @dadfuckerfest so we can share your wonderful work. ~ Open to all ratings, all fanworks, all sons, and all sorts of fun!

The prompts:

6.14: memory/prophecy/mistaken identity 6.21: solstice/heatwave 6.28: first time/reunion/in-between 7.05: on the road/in the woods/in the dead of night 7.12: voyeurism/discipline/WILD CARD WILD CARD: for any work that doesn't fit neatly within any of the other prompts!

Feel free to reach out with any questions or concerns.

Finally, remember to have fun! And don't forget your anti-chafing cream!

[fandom-hoarder]

Happy dadfucker friday bestie

Thanks to the fandom wank brought on by tiktok users saying creep Dean is ooc let's just think appreciate the idea that Dean is copying John and that John was the og creep who flirted with and hooked up with barely legal blondes.

Dude, I meant to answer this yesterday, my bad😣

Think about how 18/19 year old Mary is seared into John's memory as his ideal. Think about Dean growing up with the idealized icon of Mary. Seeing John eyeing the girls Dean fools around with from school. Pulling barely-legal blondes at bars and roadhouses. Eventually sharing similar girls between them. Dean idealizing these girls as much as John. Seeing his mother in them without realizing. Comparing himself to them. Never growing out of relating himself to them. 👀👀👀

👁👄👁

This just sent me on another dadfucker thought tangent-- thinking about the way Dean gets protective over Krissy and Claire even though they both fall into his usual interest bracket. Dean wants to protect them from guys like him, and he also sees himself in them, but he covets them too. Dean will go off about how they don't get to make their own life choices, but if they were into it he would take their consent at face value 100%.

[lovetransaction]

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: HunterCorp Universe, The Winchester Family, Father/Son Incest, Normalized Incest for dadfucker december 2023 / @dadfuckerfest​ Summary:

A family, like a corporation, works at its best and smoothest when everyone understands their job description.

[pregnancykink]

tell me about a time when john almost *wanted* to get caught doing something with one of his kids

Omgggg so we briefly discussed this in discord BUT I think this has to be a johndeanna situation because like. Homophobic or not, it’s the 90s and there’s no way John is gonna want to get caught with his SON.

His daughter, though… well. There’s a nasty part of him that wants to show off how he bagged this gorgeous woman. Like, he’s well-aware Deanna is attractive, sees the way guys look at her, and I do think there’s a nagging, possessive part of him.

I’ve talked at length about why I don’t really see samjohn happening but the same reasoning would go if I did. Can’t see it going down with his son but Samantha….. an old man like him with a statuesque younger beauty…

And all in all it DOES run kind of a thrill to do it semi-publicly. Always the “what if” running through their minds

[icarriedyouout]

Hello hello happy dadfucker friday! Same question to everyone today: samjohn is controversial, do you ship them? If yes what appeals and if no what puts you off? ❤

Happy dadfucker friday! I love love love samjohn!

I don't ship them the same way I ship deanjohn (that's basically canon to me), but I think it's fun to explore. If it's treated seriously, it can be really compelling, especially when you add Dean into the mix. It's just so messy! And obviously it can't end well, so it hits all my tragedy loving buttons. Plus all the fallout from John's death is delicious.

Mostly I love that Sam doesn't put up with John's shit. And they're both so ready to grab each other and get all aggressively up in each other's faces! Thank you, Dead Man's Blood, for this beautiful scene:

So much tension! Maybe they should fuck about it.

But when they're not at each other's throats, they're soooo sweet

Look at that face, he loves his baby so much!

and they have matching dimples!!!

idk, it seemed important

samjohn is soooo good <3

[amiwritesthings]

happy DFF ami <3 may i ask something incredibly self-indulgent...

how would john react if he knocked deanna up??

ugh spike this question is KILLING ME for reasons i cannot elaborate on (yet) BUT

my johndeanna hcs tend to run a little darker than the johndean ones and i need you to know that john has been secretly fantazising about knocking her up for years. he'd never tell her or let it come out in some kind of breeding kink scenario but the breeding kink in his mind is mighty, he is just that unhinged about his baby girl.

to find out that he accidentally-on-purpose succeeded? best. news. ever. his external reaction kinda depends on how deanna is feeling about it/when in their lives it happens tho.

late teens/early twenties deanna will probably freak out, have all kinds of feelings about it and be a little afraid of his reaction bc she might have been unintentionally playing a little fast and loose with the birth control pills (she's not good with sticking to a schedule okay) but he will be so reassuring and kind and trying so hard not to appear too giddy bc this is his wildest fantasy come true and god he wishes he knew which time it happened, if it was a quick romp in the back of the car or when he had her spread out on a bed and taken her apart for hours and hours until she was too weak to even stand. and she will look up at him with her big disney princess eyes and ask, all small and worried, "You're not mad?" and he will brush the hair out of her eyes and smile at her and tell her that it's okay and they will figure it all out and kiss her so gently with his hand on her belly.

now, john and deanna a little later in life all settled down in their little incest cabin in the woods? elated! tears of joy! celebratory orgasms! best day of his life and not even trying to hide it!!