#daddy!dean

[wowsosad]

Me white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel of my car, driving 25 miles over the speed limit while my poor friend sits in the passenger seat: No cause John already parentified Dean pretty thoroughly, as Dean largely was the one that took care of Sam for their childhoods, teen years, and adulthood. But imagine if John had gone further, and taught Dean that Sam was Dean’s baby? That Dean was Sam’s parent—maybe a mommy, maybe a daddy, but likely just Sam’s caretaker—and how much more fucked up all of Sam’s growing-up process would’ve been? How much more agonized Dean would be when Sam left for Stanford, or if Sam would leave for Stanford at all! Dean well and truly seeing Sam as his kid, not John’s? Sam referring to Dean as “dad” while John is just. John. Sam getting calls from Dean at Stanford and always telling peers and friends “oh yeah, it’s my dad. I’ll be right back” before walking off so he can talk to Dean privately? JESS BEING FULLY UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT SAM WAS AN ONLY CHILD? ONLY TO BE AGHAST WHEN DEAN, THE NAME SHE THOUGHT BELONGED TO SAM’S DAD, SHOWS UP AND HES ONLY FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN HER? HELLO??? HELLOOO????

Friend: take the next exit up here on the right

Me: thanks :3

[supernotnatural2005]

That’s my girl (Drabble)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Daddy!Dean, fluff

AN: Not gonna lie, i saw this gif and this is what came to me 😅

My Masterlist

“Oh wow. Aren’t you quite the artist.” You praised your 5 year old as you moved to sit beside her at the kitchen table.

She beamed at you before concentrating back on her work, her tongue peaking out from her lips in the most adorable way.

Dean brought you over a cup of coffee and you mouthed a thank you, not wanting to disturb your daughter.

For a moment you admired her beauty. Her vibrant green eyes and freckled dusted nose, resembling that of her father’s. But she had your hair and shaped nose.

Sometimes you couldn’t quite believe she was real. She truly was a miracle.

“Finished!” She suddenly exclaimed and dropped her crayon to the table. “Do you want to see mommy?” She asked you sweetly and you all but melted.

“Of course i do.” You told her honestly and she gave you one of her toothless smiles. She slid the paper over to you and you made sure she could see as well.

“Wow. This is beautiful sweetie. Is that Mommy?” You pointed to the stick figure with your hair and eye colour.

“Yes.” She told you, joyful you’d gotten it right.

“And this is Daddy.” She pointed to another stick figure beside you. She’d got the flannel down to a T. “And this is uncky Sammy.” She mispronounce adorably and pointed to a much taller figure. She was probably the only person alive on earth, Sam allowed to give that nickname.

“And this is uncky Cas.” She pointed to another stick figure, with his trench coat and all. However you frowned at the black blob beside you all.

“And what’s this?” You asked carefully, not wanting to insult her work.

“That’s Baby silly.” She told you as if that were obvious and giggled. “Daddy said she is just as much as family as we are.”

You raised a brow at Dean as he walked over with a plate of pancakes and set them down on the table.

“That’s my girl.” He ruffled her hair before forking two pancakes onto her plate. She clapped excitedly, Dean’s pancakes being her favourite.

“Daddy also said Baby is special, because it’s where i was made.” She told you around a mouth full of pancake and you looked at Dean in horror, whose eyes were just as wide as yours.

So much for the bribe of pancakes to keep that quiet.

AN: Gah it’s a short one, but it’s what popped into my head! I hope you liked that little twist at the end, i can imagine Dean having a daughter and her picking up his hustling ways. Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[lachelledavies-winchester]

" Dean, it's not porn. That's what makes sex so good, too. "

He looked at her in wonder at that lightness and lingered over every inch of her body. 

" Shall we change the game? " she asked as she stood up with feline stride. " Tell me what you like. "

Dean watched her in silence; she looked tremendously sexy with her blouse open and her boobs breezing down, between which the flower pendant descended. She had a few mini tattoos here and there and a couple of small scars that made her body even more intriguing and attractive.

" I wouldn't want to traumatize you. " he said to set the tone and test her again.

" Sorry, I forgot that you are older than me. " she teased him by pulling him toward her to reach the couch. " Do you see me as a schoolgirl? Do you think I can't chat like that too? Are you of those who like to be called sir? Or daddy?"

She smiled again when she saw him biting his lips, certain that she had discovered a kink in him at the first stroke. She knelt down this time and began to lick his member, showing him how much of a schoolgirl there really was in her; she neglected no part of it, alternating the pace from slow to fast and her hands to her mouth, combining them to stimulate his balls from time to time as well.

" You are so hard. You're making me wet again. " she moaned between lunges, making him gasp with that deep cavernous voice, not realizing the growth in the intensity of her own moans until she stopped to look at him and smile at him again with a look that communicated that she was restraining herself, but still with that lightness and complicity that he adored.

" You're really getting into trouble. "

" Then I can't wait to find out what my punishment will be. " she answered him as she calmly walked to her suitcase and pulled a condom out of a clutch.

" You are so sexy. " Dean remarked, at that moment completely captivated by her independence, by her being very different from the women he usually dated.

" I've been thinking all week about you fucking me in every place we've been, in every possible position ... in every possible hole. " she knew when to tread lightly to keep the desire from wavering, and this time she did so as she helped him insert the condom, alternating between thrusting phrases and twirling her tongue over the head as with obvious difficulty he completed the task.

" Oh baby, you're playing with fire. "

" What now? "

" Now daddy will teach you not to instigate such a man this way. "

Here the third chapter https://archiveofourown.org/works/50832031/chapters/141889423#workskin

[holylulusworld]

Gross

Summary: Your son heard something last night...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader

Warnings: fun, crack, implied smut, daddy!Dean

“I see you are wearing matching clothes this morning,” Sam smirks as you and Dean walk into the kitchen.

You bought Dean a pajama with hot dog imprints. Now he’s wearing the pajama pants while you stole the matching shirt.

“Where are the kids?”

You yawn and rub your tired eyes. “Still asleep. Don’t ask too many questions this morning.”

“Not so loud,” Dean whispers to you. “We don’t want them to wake up. I need coffee and breakfast first. Dean Jr. kept me from getting my five hours of sleep.”

“How?” Sam asks. “What did he want to know this time?”

“DADDY!” you watch your ten-year-old son storm toward his father. “You won’t get away with this!”

Dean Jr. wields his fake katana in front of him while glaring at his father.

“What’s wrong with you buddy? Last night you wouldn’t let me sleep, and now you threaten your father?” Dean yelps as his son pokes his side with the fake sword. “Dean Jr. explain yourself.”

“You hurt mommy last night,” your son sniffs. “Sofia Rose heard it too. You’re lucky she’s still asleep. I won’t let you hurt Mommy again!"

“Hurt mommy…” Dean frowns at his son’s words. “Buddy, I would never hurt your mommy. She would break my neck if I put my hands on her the wrong way.”

You laugh at Dean’s pained expression. “Dean Jr.,” you softly say, “I swear Daddy didn’t hurt me. Why do you think he hurt me, Dean Jr.?”

“You screamed last night,” your son mumbles. “Sofia Rose woke me up, and I heard you screaming. You said don’t stop, but you sound like you are in pain…I wanted to help you, but the door was locked.”

“I…screamed,” you nervously chuckle. “Oh…oh…” you feel heat creep into your cheeks as you realize that your son must’ve heard you and Dean last night. “OH!!!”

“Sonofabitch!” Dean curses under his breath. “Son, I did not hurt your mother.” Dean crouches down next to his son and places his hand on your son’s shoulder. “Do you remember that one time you came home from school, and we talked about bees and flowers?”

“I still don’t like girls,” your son scrunches up his nose. “They smell odd…like flowers. That new girl always tries to kiss my cheek.”

“You see, I like girls,” Dean whispers. “Especially your mommy. If I like her very much, Mommy gets loud."

Your son furrows his brows. He looks from Dean to you and back at his father. You can almost see the wheels in his head spinning as his eyes widen in shock.

“GROSS Dad! You can’t do this with Mommy!”

“Buddy, Mommy, and I are married, and we love each other. Sometimes we want to show each other how much,” Dean calms his son.

“No. You won’t do that again with Mommy,” your son declares. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Dean Jr. storms off. He mutters under his breath, calling his father's actions gross.

“Dean, he means well.”

“He can’t just tell us to never have sex again,” your husband grumbles. “That’s it, we need to leave."

You chuckle.

"I mean it, sweetheart," Dean says. “I won’t keep my hands to myself.”

“Maybe you should invest in wall acoustic panels,” Sam says. “It will help with the…noises.” He grins from ear to ear. “I heard you too, you know…”

“If you want to forbid me to have sex with my wife too, you are dead,” Dean warns. “No one gets between me and my wife…”

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[accidentallyburneddownthelastone]

Dean Martin masterlist

Dean martin

Masterlist below the cut

[vintage-agere]

Masterlist

(I know what I’m doing these days!)

Frank Sinatra

Dean Martin

Gene Kelly

Gregory Peck

Marlon Brando

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[wowsosad]

Sam calling Dean dad/daddy? Take that wherever and however you want 🖤

Hi nonnie :)

CW/TW: Weecest (Sam is 14, Dean is 18), avid references to this post, Daddy!Dean, Sam acts younger than he is (psychological regression who? Freud would have a field day), quite soft and fluffy, really no nsfw here

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They’re in an apartment this time, and it’s rented every two weeks instead of every month. They’re close to St. Louis, but not within the city by any means. John’s been running around in the surrounding counties, going after a variety of salt and burns while Sam attends the nearby high school, and Dean made money bussing tables and serving at a bar (no time for high school, these days. Too many monsters and too little money). Today is a day like any other.

Sam’s leg bounced where he sat in his seventh-period class. He liked American history well enough, but the curriculum for freshman at his last school, Columbus High School in Nebraska, did ancient world history for freshmen. He liked that far more than WW2, which he’s learned about 16 separate times already.

Sam’s friend—“friend” being a tentative term—Derek was leaning against his hand, eyelids drooping. The teacher had finished for the day, and was giving them time to work on their homework assignments. Sam had been done with them for days, and was eagerly looking at the clock, anxious for school to be over. Derek’s eyes traveled up and down Sam’s body, blasé enough that it didn’t feel weird.

“What’re you so excited about?” Derek mumbled, and Sam’s attention snapped away from the clock on the wall. 2:50, ten minutes ‘til class was up.

Sam’s leg continued bouncing, “My dad’s picking me up.” A grin threatened to split across his cheeks, and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Your dad always picks you up. There’s nothing exciting about that,” Derek scuffed his shoe against the floor. Sam frowned.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause you’re a bus rider,” Sam switched which leg he was bouncing, and Derek hummed in acknowledgement. As they were talking, the rest of the class began abandoning their work in favor of socialization.

“I’m not jealous. My dad’s a total goober. If he picked me up I’d be embarrassed. Your dad, though,” Derek mimed steering a car, “He’s got that cool Impala. It’s hard to be lame in one of those.”

Sam grinned, finally letting his glee show on his face, “Yeah, my dad is pretty cool. So is his car.”

The second the bell rang, Sam bolted out of the classroom. He barely stopped by his locker to drop off the books he didn’t need for homework, then he was out of the building like a flash. Dean’s car was smack-dab-center in the car-rider line, and Sam hurried to it, satchel smacking against his thigh as he slowed his pace. “Four Sticks” by Led Zeppelin was audible from the stereo, and Sam stuck his head in the open window. He met Dean’s eye with a wide smile. It was Wednesday, which meant Dean wasn’t working.

Dean’s shift at the bar always started at 4:00 and ended at midnight. The only days he didn’t work were Wednesday and Sunday, which meant Sam loved Wednesday and Sunday.

“Dad!”

Dean’s smile split across his face, “Sammy! Come on, get in.”

Sam hurried into the car, tossing his bag to the ground between his legs, and leaning forward to meet Dean in the middle. Dean wrapped an arm around Sam, cradling his neck, and pressed a firm kiss to his forehead. When released, Sam flopped against the seat with a smile.

“I missed you, daddy,” Sam blinked, and Dean grinned before ruffling his hair.

“I missed you too, kiddo. I got my paycheck, you wanna go get some ice cream?”

Sam’s smile grew even wider, “Milkshakes?”

“Whatever you want,” Dean affirmed, and pulled out of the car-rider line.

Once home, his stomach full of a burger, fries, and milkshake, Sam slumped on the living room couch with a deflated, content sigh. He was flopped up against the armrest, lithe body lain across the couch cushions, and Dean smiled at him softly. The older boy followed Sam onto the couch, crowding over him. Sam’s breath hitched, his jaw ticking up as Dean’s face hovered over his.

“Daddy,” Sam cooed, eyelashes fluttering, “You’re not working tonight.” He was giddy. It was already past 4:00, and usually, Dean would’ve been long-gone by now. Most days, Sam prided himself in his maturity. He was a pretty grown-up kid, knew how to hunt monsters and how to kill them, was mostly fluent in Latin, had fired a gun more times than the average 14-year-old boy. But he felt small with Dean, like falling back into a littler version of himself. Dean never made fun of him for it.

Dean bent down onto his elbows, one hand coming up to cradle Sam’s jaw.

“You’re right, I’m not workin’. I’m all yours this evening. Whaddaya wanna do?” Dean’s fingers, calloused and warm, gently scratched up and down Sam’s soft jaw. He hadn’t yet grown facial hair yet, unlike Dean, who had scruff he maintained. It made him look older, and more handsome.

“We could watch a movie,” Sam bit his bottom lip, worrying at the inflamed, reddened skin there. Dean’s thumb moved to remove Sam’s lip from his mouth with a tut.

“You should stop bitin’ there, Sammy. You’re hurtin’ yourself,” Dean’s gaze was pensive, unconcerned. He’d been repeating that for years. If Sam wasn’t biting his lip, it was the inside of his cheek, or his nails. “A movie sounds good, though. I got Ferris Bueller’s Day Off from the Blockbuster downtown,” Dean tapped Sam’s chin, “Does that sound good, kiddo?”

Sam nodded, and smiled, “Yeah, daddy, that sounds good.”

[holylulusworld]

Unrequited - Snippet - 4 years later

Summary: Unrequited love is in the past.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, daddy!Dean, a little angst

A/N: Takes place four years after the epilogue.

<< Unrequited – Epilogue

Unrequited Masterlist

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“No, this can’t be,” you glance at the scene unfolding in front of you. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” You huff. “I’ll kill her.”

You put your hands on your hips, ready to rip someone apart. A woman stole the man you love once. You won’t let it happen again.

“I’ll not let her get away with this. No way! I will show you what it means to mess with Y/N Winchester!” you are ready to commit murder. “That is enough. She’s going to never put her hands on him again.”

You feel two strong arms wrap around your waistline. “Sweetheart, relax. Bobby has a playdate. She’s a cute lil girl and not a succubus. I know it’s hard watching your baby boy become a man.”

“He’s four years old, Dean! My baby is not a man,” you sniffle. “She puts her hand on his shoulder!” you are not thinking straight. Watching the six-year-old giggle at something your son said reminds you of all the girls swooning all over your husband. “I bet she has something evil in mind.”

“Baby, that’s…” Dean snickers. “Aw, you should’ve been so angry and aggressive when it came to me back then.”

You look over your shoulder to give Dean the stinky eye. He can’t understand how it feels to a mother watching her son grow so fast. “But…but he’s my baby, and she’s older than him.”

Dean smirks. “He’s a heartbreaker, just like his daddy. Believe me. Bobby will wait for the right girl to come around. I did the same.”

“You didn’t wait for the right one—” You bite your tongue. Sometimes the past catches up and you feel the stinging pain of rejection raise its ugly head.

“We will raise him better, though. I took a little too long to become a better man,” Dean’s features soften. “You made me a better man, sweetheart.”

“I only had to almost die and get saved by the king of hell, his mother, and an angel.”

“It wasn’t…” Dean sighs. “You still didn’t forgive me? After all these years? I thought we are past this.”

“We are,” you turn back around to watch your son happily play with the girl. “But this doesn’t mean there aren’t still times in which I feel insecure and a little hurt.”

“Then I will spend the rest of my life making things up to you.”

“Hmmm…” you hum and nod. “You can start with getting used to changing diapers and getting up late at night again.”

Dean keeps on watching his son. He nods, hums, and smiles to himself as Bobby shows his little friend the new plushie you bought for him.

The minutes tick by. You wait and wait until Dean gasps audibly.

“Wait! What? Really? I mean…are you sure, sweetheart?”

“We will have another little Winchester run around this place in seven months.”

“FUCK!” Dean pounces on you. He wraps his arms around you. “Baby girl. I’m so happy. I…fuck. I’m a little older now, but I can still change a diaper. It’s burned in my memory.”

“I hope so.”

“SAMMY! SAM! MICHELLE! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY!” Dean yells loud enough to make your son flinch.

“I know,” Sam yells back. “You ruined my best friend and put another little bean into her belly. A shame she didn’t leave you yet.”

“Shut up bitch!”

“JERK!”

“DEAN! Not in front of Bobby,” you grab Dean’s ear and tug harshly. “I dare you to use bad language in front of the kids.”

He just grins. “I’m going to be a daddy again. Maybe we will have a little girl this time.”

“Maybe,” you peck his lips. “Now back to diaper changing training…”

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[accidentallyburneddownthelastone]

Old Hollywood cg

phone call to Dean

He's glad to hear that you called, he was losing his marbles in a meeting about the next film he was supposed to be in, so when he heard that you called he jumped out of his seat, sarcastically saluted the executives and ran. "Hi angel!" He is excited but does his best to convey that in a soft tone for you. "Hiiiiiii!" You you would squeak. Dean probably talks to you for a solid half hour and then someone taps him because he really has to get back to that meeting. He would do so reluctantly and tell you that he loves you and will see you this evening.

[vintage-agere]

Dean Martin

Cooling a tantrum

[4ever-feral]

Photos of Jensen that make me feral ✨pt.1✨

[price-is-dreamy]

[lanadelnegan]

Cherry 🍒

S7 Negan x Virgin Female Reader

Summary: You sneak into Negan’s bed in the middle of the night and seduce him into ‘popping your cherry.’

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is 18, Negan is mid 40's), unprotected sex, Negan taking your virginity & being sweet with you, mentions of family death, bleeding during sex, oral (both receiving), sitting on Negan’s face, breeding

Note: this is pure filth. If you’re uncomfortable with extreme age-gaps, please don’t read.

You shivered as your bare feet quietly shuffled down the cold hallway, stopping right outside the leader's bedroom door. The sounds of Negan's light snoring filtered through the cracks as you softly pushed the door open, pleased to find it unlocked. You tiptoed your way over to the empty side of his bed before sliding underneath his soft white sheets and inhaling the unique scent of him - leather and fresh linen.

You've always felt comfortable with him. Negan welcomed you to the sanctuary with open arms about a year ago when you were seventeen, after your father passed away. His men found you walking along the road one day and brought you back to Negan, who immediately took you under his wing and made you feel safe for the first time since your father died.

You're not like his wives. More like the daughter he never had and he's made that boundary crystal clear on more than one occasion. You've made several subtle advances towards Negan in the past.. All of which he has politely rejected by changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you.

Still, this doesn't stop you from quietly moaning his name when you touch yourself at night.

"Negan.." You whispered cautiously as you snuggled into the sheets. This wasn't the first time you crawled into his bed at night, feeding him lies about nightmares you never even had. However, this time.. you were determined to get what you wanted.

During your recent previous attempts, you'd remain on your side of the bed and Negan wouldn't even know you were there usually until the next morning - lecturing you when you woke up about how sneaking into his bed is inappropriate. You hated when he used that word. Like a strict school teacher.

A few moments of silence passed until you boldly shuffled closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm and snuggling your face into his bicep. You breathed in the intoxicating aroma of his soft skin as your legs delicately pressed into his underneath the blanket.

"The hell are you doin' y/n?" He asked, his sleepy voice deeper and raspier than usual and it made your heart flutter.

"Can't sleep."

"I think we both know you're lyin', doll. You know you can't stay in here. We've had this discussion. It's ina-"

"Yeah yeah I know. Inappropriate, geez." You interrupted him, rolling your eyes in the dark.

"Exactly, so why are you in my bed?"

"My.. dreams. They keep waking me up."

"Nightmares again?" He asked, using a softer tone this time.

"No.. no nightmares this time. Just.. dreams."

Negan shifted uncomfortably next to you, scooting up a little in the bed and wrapping his arm around you in the process. "What kinda dreams, doll?"

You snuggled into the nook of his armpit, getting practically drunk off his manly smell as your hand carelessly glided over his shirtless, hairy torso until settling on his lower abdomen.

Without missing a beat, Negan placed his hand over yours, moving it higher on his torso. "Y/n.." He said like a warning, sternness dripping from his tone.

You ignored him, refocusing your attention back to his previous question. "I dunno.. they're just.. like.. sexual dreams, and then I wake up and I'm all frustrated because I don't know what I'm doing-"

"Stop." He sighed with frustration, running a hand down his face. "Fucking christ, y/n. You cannot say shit like that in front of me."

"Why not? It's not like you're my daddy or anything." You teased him, sliding your hand to his lower stomach once again. You almost whimpered when your fingertips brushed over the soft curls peaking out of the waistband of his boxers and your stomach fluttered when he didn't stop you this time.

He let out a long sigh, glancing down to your hand that teased the sensitive skin under his waistband. "Baby...fuck. We can't." He said almost painfully.

"Okay.. I get it." You said defeatedly, removing your hand and shifting to turn over before he stopped you, pulling you back in.

He sighed, like he was about to regret asking you this. "What happens.. in your dreams?"

With the moonlight beaming through the window, you managed to catch a glimpse of the lust that flickered in his gaze before his hazel eyes dropped to your lips.

"You treat me different.. like.. one of your wives."

"Yeah? And how's that, baby?" He asked curiously as his lips hovered next to yours.

"You.. kiss them." You stated hesitantly, hoping it was dark enough in the room that he couldn't see your cheeks burning red.

"Oh? Are you jealous, doll?"

"...a little." You admitted, making him chuckle.

He tilted your chin up, lightly gripping your jawline as his eyes dropped to your lips. He stared at them as if he was contemplating if he should give you what you want.

"One kiss, y/n." He said, closing the gap between you and pressing his soft lips to yours. You whimpered into his mouth, earning a slight smirk from him as he pushed his talented tongue past your lips. You couldn't believe you were finally tasting him and you savored every second of it.

He kissed you until your lips were sore, tangling his fingers through your hair and groaning every now and then, making your panties soaked.

You slid your leg over his until his muscular thigh was pressed right up against your aching center and you couldn't help but grind against it, desperate for some friction.

"Y/n." He warned, knowing what you were doing beneath the covers.

"Please, Negan."

His solid erection pressed into your stomach each time you moved your body against his and you imagined the way it would feel inside of you.

“Please what?” He said in between kisses, allowing you to use his thigh to get yourself off.

“Please let me come."

"I'm not touching you, y/n. But I can't stop you from coming."

And that was all the permission you needed to grind against him harder and bring yourself to an orgasm just from humping his thigh.

You buried your face against his neck and rode out your high, whining and whimpering as you soaked through your panties. "Oh my god, oh my god, Negannnn."

"Satisfied now, doll?" He chuckled.

"No.. I need this." You said, pressing your palm against the hard bulge in his boxers. "Please."

"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart."

"I do, Negan. I know exactly what I want.. And I've wanted you for so long." You kissed his neck as you rubbed his cock through the material. "I see the way you look at me. I know you want me too."

He sighed, accepting that you were right. "Maybe. But we can't always get what we want, doll."

You grinned, taking that as a challenge as you slid lower beneath the blanket, kissing his chest. "Why not?"

"Baby.."

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." You said, wanting to earn his consent before climbing over his legs and settling in between them. He sighed again, turning all the way over on his back to allow you better access.

You licked a line from the bottom of the trail of hair that led up to his belly button, earning a moan from him as he slightly lifted his hips in response. "Baby, you don't have to-"

"You said you wouldn't touch me, but you didn't say I couldn't touch you." You explained, pulling his boxers down slowly. You watched closely as his cock sprung free, and your mouth practically watered at the sight of it. You wondered how you'd fit it in your mouth, much less your pussy.

"It's so.. big.." You said, wrapping your hand around it. Your mouth fell slightly open at the velvety feeling of it as you stroked it up and down in your palm.

Negan was propped up on his elbows as he watched you through heavy, lust-filled eyelids. For once, he was speechless, waiting for your next move.

You lowered your head, taking the tip of him into your mouth and wrapping your lips around it softly. You sucked on just the tip as you looked up at him through your brows and watched his head fall back while the prominent vein in his neck bulged against his skin. Lowering yourself deeper, he let out a long groan when he felt himself in the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuuck, baby. Feels so fuckin' good."

You bobbed your head up and down on him until your jaw ached, wanting to make him proud. Finally, he pulled your head off of his length, and you watched as the precum leaked from his red, swollen tip. His breaths were heavy as he looked down at you. "Fuck, that's enough. You're gonna make me come, sweetheart.

"I want to taste you, Negan.. please?" You begged, looking up at him innocently.

"Yeah? You want me to come in your mouth?"

You nodded as wrapped your lips around his thick length again, tasting the bead of salty precum. You moaned at the new taste, sucking firmly over and over until you felt more of his warm liquid spurt out, coating the back of your throat. You moaned around him again, not taking your mouth off of his cock until you swallowed every drop.

Sweat ran down the side of his face and his chest rose and fell heavily as he watched you. "Goddamn. What happened to my sweet, innocent girl, huh? When did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"Just now. That was my first time." You shrugged, shuffling up his body until your legs straddled his waist and you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor and exposing your perky, bare breasts to him.

You pinched your own nipples teasingly as you bit you lip and stared down at him.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful.” He said, watching you play with your nipples.

"You don't wanna touch?" You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip.

"Of course I wanna fuckin' touch you, y/n. You have no idea. I wanna touch every inch of you." He sighed, leaning up on his elbows again until his face was inches away from your chest. "But, I can't."

"Then don't use your hands.. lick me instead." You insisted.

He looked up at you through his brows before his gaze returned to your breasts. You leaned forward, brushing your nipple against his beard until it hardened even more. When it brushed his lips, he instantly took it into his mouth and groaned, sucking it gently. After a few moments, he switched to the other one, flicking his tongue against it. Your head fell back while your fingers intertwined in his slick, black hair.

"Negannn." You breathed out, and he finally pulled away.

"Take those panties off and sit on my fucking face. Now." He demanded, laying flat on his back.

You eagerly obeyed him, quickly removing your panties and climbing over his face before lowering yourself down slowly. You hovered over him lightly, not wanting to press all the way down until his hands roughly pulled you closer.

"I said, sit." He said before burying his face in your cunt. The tip of his nose pressed against your clit as his tongue devoured your dripping hole and he moaned with approval.

You lifted slightly, being too sensitive too his touch, but he leaned forward, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You cried out as your orgasm instantly rushed through you and you soaked his face. You came hard and fast, but he didn't mind as he moaned loudly, lapping up your juices. You tried to climb off of him, but he held you in place, still licking you like his life depended on it.

"Negan.." You blushed.

"Hm?"

"That's enough." You giggled.

"I'll never get enough of this sweet pussy, doll. You wanted me, now you've fuckin' got me."

His words made the butterflies somersault in your chest. You hoped he meant it. You hoped he loved you the way you loved him.

"Lay down for me." He said, finally letting you climb off of him.

You did as he said, getting comfortable on your back as he crawled over you and settled between your legs. Looking down, you noticed he was rock hard again and he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly in between your wet folds.

"Negan.. I need to tell you something."

"Hm? What is it, doll?" He asked, leaning over you and holding himself up with his palms on either side of your head on the mattress.

"I-I've never done this before."

He smirked, looking into your eyes. "I know."

"What do you mean you know?"

"I hear everything in this place, y/n. I've heard you talking about me to your friends." He pressed his lips to yours before looking at you again. "I've heard you moaning my name at night in your bed while you touch that pretty pussy. I know everything about you, doll. I pay attention, even when you think I'm not."

You blushed at his words as you stared up at him speechless, making his smile widen. "So adorable when you're embarrassed."

He kissed you again, so hard that it took your breath away and in that moment, you knew you were head over heels in love with this man. You just wondered if he felt the same.

“What else happens in your dreams, baby? Do you let me fuck this little pussy?” He whispered in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine.

“Y-yes.” You managed to choke out, making him chuckle.

He leaned back up, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as the other fell open for him.

“You ready for me to break you in, sweetheart? Pop that sweet little cherry?”

"Fuck, yes. Please." You whined, scooting closer to him until the tip of his cock brushed against your sex.

Negan chuckled lowly, pressing the head of his cock right against your hole. He watched you intensely as he pushed just the tip in, stopping before he went any further.

“You good, baby?” He asked, making sure you were good to continue. Once you nodded, he slid slightly deeper, feeling resistance before pushing through with a force.

You cried out at the sudden ripping sensation, making him stop again.

“No.. keep going.” You urged him, already aching from how he was stretching you, but you needed him to fill you completely. So he did, pushing himself all the way in with one swift thrust.

Your mouth fell open silently as he pressed against your cervix and let out a growl.

He fell over you again, kissing your lips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. “You did it, baby.” He praised you softly. “I am so fuckin proud of you.”

He moved slowly, making you deliberately feel every inch of him. He repeated this motion until your face was on fire and your lower abdomen tingled.

"Fuck, y/n. You are so fucking tight." He said through gritted teeth, looking down between the two of you as he leaned back up on his knees.

"Oh fuuck, look. at. that, doll."

You leaned up on your elbows, looking down and widening your eyes when Negan pulled out of you, revealing his blood covered cock.

His thumb reached down to swipe a trail of your blood off his dick before bringing it to this mouth. You watched him enamored as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste of you and he moaned with satisfaction. You blushed hard at the sight of Negan tasting your blood.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Negan.” You answered without question, following it with a moan as he pushed back into you without warning.

“That’s right, doll. This pussy? Is mine now. Understood?”

“Y-yes sir.” You cried, as he pumped into you faster.

"Ow. Ow, fuck. It hurts."

“I know baby. I know. You want me to stop?”

“No.” You said quickly. “Please don’t stop. I want it harder.”

He smiled down at you proudly as his hips bucked into you harder and your eyes clenched shut as your fingers gripped the sheets.

Looking down between the two of you again, he groaned at the sight of your blood completely coating his cock and leaking out of you with each thrust.

You whined and whimpered, desperately wanting to come again. He grinned knowingly, pressing his thumb to your clit and making your body shutter. "You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?"

You nodded as tears flooded your eyes and his finger started working over your clit more intensely.

"Yes, yes. Please make me come."

He fucked you fast and rubbed your clit in perfect circles, watching you come undone around him. Once your walls were done convulsing around him, he fell over you again, kissing your neck and groaning in your ear. "That's it. That's my good girl."

Wet noises filled the air as he fucked you unforgivably hard. "You gonna let me cum in this pussy, baby?" He asked, biting your earlobe.

You couldn't speak, so you nodded as your vision went cloudy and his thrusts became more erratic until he stopped suddenly, pushing himself balls deep inside of you as his dick pumped you full of cum and he growled in your ear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, baby." His thrusts started again, soft and light this time as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you. He kissed your jawline, then your lips, before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. And goddamn I love this pussy."

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How each cg reacts to their little calling them while they’re at work!

[vintage-agere]

Cooling a tantrum

Daddy!Dean Martin x little!reader

oh boy, definitely wide eyed for a moment while he comprehends this

because weren’t you just an absolute ray of sunshine?

“Are you alright there, tiger?” First words to float out of his mouth

is both surprised and a bit overwhelmed when all you do is shriek more in response

“alright, I think that’s really enough of that” he’ll say as he begins trying to wrangle you

will sit in an armchair and hold you to him even as you kick and scream

he would slowly start tightening his grip on you until you kinda have no choice but to stop squirming around so much

he really ain’t lookin’ to hurt you so the second you cool off his grasp on you loosens

“You wanna tell me what that was all about?” He’d ask gently as he began to rock you back and forth

and honestly that took enough energy out of you that you probably already look half asleep in his arms (not that he minds)