daddy kink/fauxcest with older!dean in response to this ask
cw: 2.1k word count, reader calls dean [dad]dy, actually kind of cute that might be it
a/n - I am so sorry this developed a mind of it's own quicker than I could stop it and it not as perverted as I wanted!! I'm sorry I've let my little freaklings down with some soft daddy dean
“C’mon, baby. You gotta get some sleep. Love island does not count as rest.”
You pouted, keeping your eyes fixed on the tv. “But I’m so comfy,” you said in a voice that came out way whinier than you meant. “And there’s only 30 minutes left.”
“30 minutes that will still be there in the morning.”
You opened your mouth to protest that you could see spoilers, but he was already onto you.
“And I don’t want to hear that sorry excuse that it could get spoiled. Don’t wanna see you on your phone ‘till morning either.”
Leaving no room for argument, he clicked off the tv and confiscated your phone.
“Bed. Now.”
“You’re not my dad,” you grumbled, rolling off the couch knowing you’d been beat.
“Is that just what you call me when my cock’s in you then, sweetheart? The second I try to take care of you, do some good, I’m demoted to the creepy older boyfriend?”
You leaned into his body and let him lead you to the bedroom, deciding that you were suddenly much too tired for this conversation.
“Could have a real good thing here, honey,” he said softly, not wanting to push you. “Just gotta relax and let me take care of you.”
“You already take care of me more than you take care of yourself. I’m fine, Dean. Promise.”
“Fine doesn’t mean good, sweetheart. Fine means you’re keeping your head above water. Want you to be able to focus on other things besides keeping yourself healthy enough to get through the day.”
“I just feel bad,” you said while he guided you to sit on the foot of the bed. “You’re so busy and important and the last thing I want to be is another item on the to-do list. You know, make sure your mess of a girlfriend brushes her teeth right under save the world from Lucifer.”
Dean barked out a laugh. “Baby. How can you think you’re a burden? You’re the only thing that makes any of what I do feel important.”
“What about Sam ?” You pushed. “Don’t act like I’m the only one you have to worry about.”
“Please. Sammy stopped listening to me after he turned fifteen.”
"I don't know. Just..." you trailed off, feeling your heart start bumping against your ribs and not exactly knowing how you were going to finish that sentence.
"Hey. We're not making any decisions right now, so I'm gonna need you to take a big breath, okay? We're just talking about something that I think could help both of us out."
Your eyes flicked back up to his. "This would help you?"
"Fuck, sweetheart. Thought it was more obvious," he said through a forced laugh, scrubbing his hand along his jaw. "Thought it was crystal fuckin' clear how I feel about you."
"I know you love me, dean," you replied, wanting to assure him that all he does doesn't go unnoticed.
"Babe. Not what I'm talking about. You're really gonna make he say it, huh?"
"Say what?" You looked up at him with wide eyes, your curiosity written all over your face.
"That, in a good way, when I'm takin' care of you it reminds me of takin' care of sammy when we were kids. I just need to know you're being taken care of in every sense, even the ones that normally don't go together. You just... flip a switch in my brain that makes me want to be more than your boyfriend." Noting your blank face, he kept barreling on. "But if any of that makes you uncomfortable just forget it, okay? Don't want you to feel like I'm takin' advantage of you or asking anything of you because I'm not. Promise you I'm not."
Like the pins in a lock sliding into place, you finally understood.
"Dean-" you started.
At this point absolutely desperate to make you understand, he kept going on. "I would've stopped absolutely everything if you didn't seem to like it, or didn't respond to it, but everything you did was way too perfect for me to not keep pushing. All bratty until I get you some food, pouty until I put you down for a nap, sweet as pie after you cum for me. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it just made me go fuckin' crazy.
"Dean!" you interrupted, stopping his spiral. "It's okay. Don't apologize. You're... right. I guess I never realized that that is how I felt about you looking out for me. Always chalked it up to being appreciative," you said with a nervous giggle.
Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and the look on his face stole your breath away.
His lids were heavy with admiration, and he reached out to hold your jaw gently between his fingers, not giving you the option to look away from his gaze.
"Goddamn are you a sweet little thing. You loved bein' daddy's girl and didn't even know it."
While the nod you gave him was almost imperceptible, the look in your eyes spoke for you. Your pupils almost completely engulfed your irises, and they carried the blankness that is only earned from the feeling of complete and utter safety. You'd felt this sinking, warm feeling before, but always just shook it off and chalked it up to dean's skill, not realizing that it's something more.
"There she is," he murmured. "That head of yours is finally nice and quiet."
He helped you lay down on the bed, his fingers weaving with yours to hold them above your head. A grind of his hips against your clothed mound pulled a tiny, pathetic sound from your lips that he licked up with a kiss.
"You don't even understand what you do to me, sweetheart. How you make me feel. A good man, a good dad, doesn't think about doing the things I want to do to you." His breath was hot in your ear, and the strain in his voice told you how wrecked he is.
"Daddy," you whispered when he ground down, testing the word out. You'd let it slip a couple times when he was fucking you real good, but you'd never said it in a way that actually means something.
Dean's hands tightened around yours, obviously affected by his new honorific.
"Dad?" you rasped again, pushing this as far as he would let you.
Dean's loud groan and the way his cock jumped told you everything you need to know. In what he made look like a herculean effort he peeled his body from yours, kneeling on the ground at the foot of the bed. His hands gripped the elastic waistband of your pants, tugging them down and off with absolutely no respect for the garment.
"Jesus, you're fucking soaked," he said, his voice sounding pained. "Just gotta taste you before I give you what you need. Gotta taste my perfect little girl."
His tongue lapped at the absolute mess of your cunt, getting you close to clean before locking his mouth around your pearl. He sucked at you like he was starving, his tongue swirling and flicking you into an absolute frenzy.
"Dad," you whined, the focused stimulation making your legs shake and your cunt clench around nothing. "Can I- mhmm - please have your fingers."
He fed your cunt the tip of his middle finger without breaking the seal his mouth, but you could feel the edges of his lips curl up in a smile. He hummed in satisfaction around your clit, the vibration shooting warmth all throughout your body. The whole encounter felt so intimate, so dean, that you couldn't believe you were trying something new. Not a new action, because he practically lived between your legs, but a different context that carried a new weight of importance to each action.
The pad of his finger slid along your front wall, catching on each and every sensitive ridge. He touched you with utmost care, his strokes gentle and firm and designed to turn you into a pile of mush for him. When the tip of his finger reached your gummy spot deep inside you bucked, only herded back into line by the strong weight of his arm that he banded along your hips. He prodded at you insistently, making your tummy clench up and your clit throb through his ministrations.
You gasped and sputtered, your little whines urging him on.
"Cum for your dad, honey," he mumbled against your skin, moaning into your heat when he felt you starting to break apart. The pleasure shattered through your body, and your cunt clamped around his fingers while he gently fucked and licked you through it.
"Daddy's perfect fuckin' girl," he murmured, his voice reverent against your skin even as you were twitching from the aftershocks. "Swear to god you get more beautiful every time you cum."
He kissed and nipped along your thighs, shucking his shirt and stepping out of his jeans as he worked his way up your body. The warmth of his naked skin against yours only succeeded in making you clingy again, and you bound your arms and legs around his body to keep him close.
"I know, baby," he murmured, his tone carrying nothing except softness. "Just a little needy for your daddy, huh?"
You nodded against his skin, not trusting your voice with how small you felt. His tip notched against your entrance while you mouthed along his neck, trying to taste as much of the salty skin as you can. He slid in easily enough for you to close your eyes in embarrassment, not feeling ready to confront the realization of how much you actually like this.
"Jesus," he groaned, gently fucking your slick back into you. "Only get this hot and wet for your dad, huh? You've never been like this and called me by my fucking name."
" 'm sorry," you whined, your teeth starting to chatter with the way you felt your body blooming for him.
"Shhhh, baby." His hand swiped the sweaty hair off your face before cupping your jaw to ease the tic. "Just relax for me. Shouldn't have been teasing you when you're like this; just got a little too cute for me to resist."
"Okay," you sniffled, your jaw still trying to vibrate in his grasp and your hips grinding up to meet his in a way that made your brain feel totally scrambled.
Dean fed you the thumb of the hand resting on your jaw, groaning when he saw how readily you accepted it. You felt your eyes fluttering closed, your spasms finally able to relax with something else to focus on.
"That's it. Don't gotta say anything, okay? Just let dad take care of you."
His hips kept meeting yours at a relentless pace, the squelching and slapping of your bodies taken to an obscene level. He popped his thumb out of your mouth and you whined before he shushed you and hushed you up by moving his thumb to your clit. Your eyes flew open in surprise, the doe-like expression softening his attentive face.
"Yeah, that feels good, huh. Just needed a little of daddy's attention to cum. That's okay. Can't be a big girl all the time, right?"
You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, your wide eyes locked on his while you felt the bundle of pleasure in your belly tighten.
"I can feel your cunt gettin' needy, honey. You gonna let dad fill you up?"
You nodded desperately, your mind spinning out at the idea of getting pumped full. "Please," you agreed in a small voice, needing him to know how much you want it.
"Jesus, aren't you just daddy's perfect fuckin' girl."
All you could give him was a squeak in warning before you felt yourself clench around him wildly, your face crunching up in pleasure while warmth sparked all through your body. Dean was only a few pumps behind, burying his face in your neck with a groan as he painted you full.
He stayed inside of you for a few moments, not wanting to break the spell any sooner than he had to.
"Daddy?" you whispered, your voice still shaky but completely unwilling to feel sticky for a moment longer. "Can we take a bath?"
A smile pulled across his face, his eyes alight with a mix of adoration and relief.
"Of course, angel," he replied, already scooping you up in his arms. "How could I say no when you ask me like that?"
a/n - and then they lived happily ever after in their dd/lg dynamic until the end of time! yay!
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Reader who’s sick of trying to get a frustrated and irritated Dean to talk about what’s going on with him, so she just starts bratting out till he takes it out on her. And that way he at least some outlet for his frustration if he doesn’t want to talk.
Maybe after a few relentless rounds he gets all condescending and mean about discovering her little scheme because his girl usually so sweet and soft spoken and obedient 🍸
"Started off all bratty and now you're cryin', sweetheart? Gotta learn how to take it if you're gonna dish it out."
The tears rolled down your cheeks as you fought to keep your eyes open, trying not to give it away that this is much more for him than you. He had smoothed your hair into a little handle for him to grab, the strands wound tight around his fingers while he kept your face from sinking into the sheets. The whole length of his muscled, warm body blanketed yours, and the way his feet held your twitching ones in place and his mouth taunted your neck made it feel like he was everywhere. He drove into you with relentless strokes, the intensity proving that this aggression had just been festering, begging for a release.
"I'm not doin' this because you deserve it, I'm doin' it for another excuse to put you in your fucking place."
His hand snaked under your hips to bump them up, and the new angle punched the air out of you. You choked, unable to get a full breath, and with the space his fingers found your clit. You felt him smile against your neck, the wounded sounds escaping you only spurring him on.
"Daddy," you managed to whine out. "Please."
"Awww there's the sweet girl I'm used to. Still polite even when I'm deep enough to fuck with her lungs. What happened this morning, huh? Acted like you'd changed, like you wanted to be fucked like a proper whore, not my sweet little one."
You stayed silent, not thinking that this was the right time to broach the subject of his mood swings.
"No answer? Wanna act like I'm too dumb to notice when you rile me up on purpose? Thought you knew me better than that, honey."
"'m sorry," you half-moaned, too fucked out to make any real progress on this issue.
"Don't have to lie to me, baby. Should've known a dumb little thing like you would only know how to solve problems using her needy fuckin' pussy."
You nodded, head moving as much as the death grip he had on your hair would allow.
"Yeah? Love it when we can agree on exactly what you are and what you need; a good fuck."
HI !!! keeping my promise and spilling all the thoughts i have rattling around my brain.
1. (started s8 and so much older dean on the brain. ) reader who’s a hot mess in an age gap relationship w older dean and he notices that she desperately needs structure and has the most confusing and insufficient sleep patterns known to man. what starts w him wanting to just make sure she gets enough sleep snowballs into full on fauxcest because he’s gritting his teeth trying not to instantly go into caretaker mode. and he kinda has to manipulate her into it because even though she’s a mess and doesn’t take care of herself she’s resistant to accepting help.
2. thought about usually sweet and pleasant reader in a bad mood for whatever reason, and mouthing off to older dean or sam being extra mean and bitchy just to get put in her place GOOD.
3. soulless sam and reader who quickly figures out somethings wrong with sam and is trying to discreetly pass her suspicions on to dean and sam is NOT having it. either puts her in subspace / fucks her so stupid so she doesn’t remember what she was thinking of or uses a memory spell after rearranging her insides. or slips her something.
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As usual these ideas have me running laps. Two and three will be on their way!
procrastinated on sending this ask too but thought about ben making reader wear nipple clamps and tugging on the chain when she gets ‘too bratty’, which let’s be real is not really a wide definition for him, he’s very strict . but it’s okay cuz sometimes if she’s been good he’ll kiss them better 😋
Please never procrastinate again. Nipple clamps are literally so underrated (I say as someone completely guilty of forgetting about them). Ben is so arbitrary about all of his punishments; he'll be trying to coax some brattiness into you one minute and then demand you stop the next, just because he likes to see the look of surprise on your face and an excuse to punish you. He would also feed the chain in between your teeth while he's fucking you, the chain pulling and rubbing at the junction of your lips and tight against the peaks of your nipples. If he's feeling extra mean he would just rip them off, not bothering to gently pinch them off and sooth you after. He would love the way they make you whine and beg and completely wet for him, the pleasure-pain turning your brain to mush. He'd be all 'thought you said you wanted your daddy, huh?' wait for you to nod, and then bite back with 'so why the fuck are you cryin' and pushin' me away? I'm just trying to give you what you're fucking begging for and that's some goddamn attention. You'll take what the fuck I give you and be happy about it.' Next time he gives you a nasty tug you try and show him a little smile after, even if it's in vain because all he does after that is call you 'daddy's little painslut.'
i’m here with an assortment of thoughts to dump at you.. ive had a rough few weeks so even idk what some of this is.. but sharing in case anything sparks an idea. 🤭
1. mind control / hypno kink with demon dean - idk just seems like something he would have a lot of fun with pushing reader into all sorts of degrading things but he’s not really pushing her he’s just bringing out the kinks and fantasies she’s deeply locked away, and he’s so mean about it. 😍
2. kidnapped by ben and demon dean - maybe they were after reader for something .. didn’t get what they needed from her but noticed how wet and whimpery she got while being manhandled and tied up and gagged and talked down to and thought it would be foolish to let her go just yet. 😋😋😋
3. intox to keep a bedtime w ben - ben who’s so sick of readers odd bedtimes and lack of sleep (because she’s no good to him if she’s tired ) he starts finding creative ways to get her to sleep at a normal time
4. tit torture w demon dean - self explanatory
once again, idk if this is too freaky .. if it is i’ll put myself in time out but yeah as always feel free to do w them what u like🥰 // 🍸
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ME AGAIN!! and glad to know I haven’t broken any guidelines and there’s nothing to apologize for, it’s totally within ur right to set boundaries for ur blog!!
On the topic of Sam. I started the show FOR dean ..was a Dean girl .. but then s3 and 4 rolled around.. and he just crept up behind me..
there’s one where he’s undercover an orderly or something and he looks so delicious!! AND THEN CAME SOULLESS SAM and he made me crazy.. and im so glad you fw my thought.
i’m finishing s6 rn. and I literally cannot choose Im at a very a Dean AND Sam time in my life rn. Also demon blood sam, specifically w ruby.. I was like woah 🤯 scooch over please let me get in there.
And another side bar.. my brain went there obv but medical play w soulless sam .. so many thoughts (idk if ur into this so lmk ofc)
Also TYSM for the emoji, what an honour 😋
If it’s not taken i’d love to be 🎀 or 🍸
Omfg a medical kink with soulless sam is crazy work it would be so gooooodddd. I’m a Dean girl overall but I feel like sam has more iconic moments and how did I forget about the blood drinking 🫠 You are really realigning me with sam right now this was not on my bingo card.
I'm gonna give you the martini glass because I think it's really cute
When user milleniumpire tells me to stop procrastinating… I stop procrastinating. 😋
I’m here to say - I am so glad that people are talking about soulless sam.. I wanted to add.. I just finished that part of the show two weeks ago and when he talks down to the dog shifter guy I went INSANE. I had to pause and take a breath and It definitely Unlocked something in me.
And I will be coming back w more thoughts of him when I get them, because I can’t stop thinking about him.
For now i’m obsessed w the idea of him nudging and manipulating reader into doing all sorts of intense / messed up stuff in the bedroom and then degrading her for liking it so much. 😵💫😵💫
(also hopefully I respected ur guidelines, sorry if I haven’t, by all means feel free to ignore if it seems to veer into non guideline territory !)
Yes!!!!! Literally flood my inbox with all your soulless Sam nasties. That along with the dog episode are the only times I’m really a sam girl but whew they hit me like a truck. The thought of him treating you like a dog and then making fun of you for it… obscenely good you’re a genius.
Also I’d love to give you an emoji to track your stuff!!
And I’m sorry I’ve been pissy about asks lately it’s just been people I’ve never heard from dropping out of pocket shit I explicitly ask to keep out of my inbox. If you’re respectful enough to read the guidelines at all you don’t even have to worry
so i just realized that i may have sent multiple similarish asks in a row cuz i forget whatever i send previously (i am concerningly forgetful) .. just letting you know because to be very clear - I am not pestering u to write anything it’s always gonna be up to u
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Hi!!! So far no repeats from you! Even if they were 'repeats' I'd still be hype because I love hearing every thought you have and live for the extra info!! And you have been literally so nice and creative it is genuinely impossible for you to pester me I am actually so excited to write all of the yumminess you have served to me on a silver platter
