#daddy!john

[tojisteddy]

Do I think John inherently has a daddy k!nk? Yes. Do I think John goes around calling himself Daddy even when he’s simply comforting you? Yes. Do I have a daddy k!nk for John? Yes, it’s physically impossible to not to have some form of it. NEXT QUESTION.

[holylulusworld]

AU!John Winchester - Miniseries

Masterlist for all AU!John x Reader miniseries

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut

Simple Girl 💔

Perfect Girl 💔 💕💦

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His possession 💦

TBA

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Clingy 💦

Still Clingy 💦

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Love in the Dark 💔

Bring me to life 💔 💕 feat. Dean

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Dear John 💔

Dear John – The road to redemption 💔

Dear John - Revenge served bloody 💔 💕

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His girl (1) 💔

Still his girl (2) 💔

Always his girl (3) 💔 💕

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Masks we wear 💦 💔 💕

No more masks

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One for the team 💦

One for the team (2)

Find more John Winchester stories here: John Winchester Masterlist

John divider by me *for my blog use only*

[iflostreturntosteverogers]

A Pain In The Ear

Characters: Daddy!John x Little!Reader

Warnings: Just fluff, DDlg

A/N: Thank you to @galaxy-and-star-collector​ for coming up with the name for this drabble (a play on a pain in the ass), and beta’d by @fictionalabyss​

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      “Daddy, no!” I whine, trying my best for a very pitiful look. John sighs and shakes his head at me. 

“The doctor said you have to have ear drops, princess,” he says, taking the cap off the small white bottle and coming over to where I’m laying on the motel bed. “Now, be a good girl and lay still.” I look past him to the door, wondering if I could make it out before he could catch me. “Don’t even think about it,” he warns, giving me a stern look. John sits next to me on the bed, reaching over to the nightstand for a cotton ball from the bag he’d placed there earlier. I cover my head with the blanket as a last-ditch effort to avoid the yucky drops. “Princess.”

“She’s not here right now, leave a message after the beep. Beep.” 

“One. Two. If I get to three, you’re getting that tail reddened and then you’ll still have to have the ear drops.” I slowly pull the blanket down, little by little. 

“Daddy, I don’t like them. They feel funny in my ears and then I can’t hear because there’s cotton in them!” John places his hand on my cheek. 

“I know, sweetheart, but you’ve got an infection and this medicine will help. Aren’t you tired of your ears hurting you?” I nod my head. “How about this? You let me put these in like a good girl and we can go get ice cream after your nap?” 

“Can you give Tiki some ear medicines too? She says her antennas hurt,” I smile at him, and hold up the stuffed ladybug he bought me. 

“I think that’s a good idea, princess,” he says as he leans down to kiss my forehead, then Tiki’s.

Tags: @sorenmarie87​

[wickedbarnes]

imagine john not knowing he likes to be called daddy until you accidentally uttered the word during sex and he'd just stop and stare down at you. you'd have your hand up your mouth, eyes wide, cheeks red from embarrassment because daddy kinks weren't for everyone and you feared john would find you gross after this.

"i-i-uh..." you start but john grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him with his eyes dark and clouded with lust.

"what did you say, baby?" he'd ask you but you just opened your mouth without any words coming out and it only made him growl.

"speak, little girl. what did you just call me?" you gulped but the wetness that was pooling in between your legs silently told him that you like this.

"d-daddy..."

"louder." he ordered, his voice deep as he gripped your jaw a bit tighter but not enough to hurt you completely.

"daddy." you said, louder this. "daddy, please..."

john smirked and placed a kiss on your forehead before he started to thrust his cock in and out of you deeply.

"you better own up to what you started because i don't think daddy could stop himself, little one." john grunted as you let out a whorish moan by the way he referred to himself as daddy.

needless to say, after that night, john could never get enough of you calling him daddy. it always ends up with the both of you in bed.

[mxsfire]

Freddie & Roger walking in on Daddy!John & Brian having sex. But feeling a bit left out, Daddy!John lets them all in on the fun.

«Well this is a nice surprise» John said sharing a smirk with Freddie standing on the doorway with Roger.

«Keep doing, darling. Don’t mind us» Brian moaned, his cheeks burn under the two Dom’s eyes and same for Roger who was blushing like a little schoolgirl.

«I have something in mind actually» Freddie licked his lips closing the door then gripping Roger’s hips in a possessive movement.

The two subs shared a look knowing where this is about to go. «Why don’t you join Brian in the bed, blondie?»

Freddie murmured in the young’s ear who was looking at John waiting for his permission. The master nodded.

Roger almost fell off in his way to the bed. Brian was looking at him with a soft smile «Hi» Roger smiled widely and Brian kissed his nose murmuring «Hello»

«Okay, enough mush.» John’s low voice made the two shiver. «Roger, why don’t you continue what I started»

Roger’s gaze fell down where Brian’s cock was painful erect, red with precum dripping on its length. «C-Can I?»

«Go ahead, baby» Freddie nodded sitting down with John on the couch in front of the bed looking at their two boys playing with each other.

Roger took Brian’s cock all the way leaving Brian shocked by his gag reflex. «Oh my god R-Roger»

Freddie chuckled at Brian’s face «Is he good, sweetheart?» He asked giggling with John when Brian couldn’t answer properly.

«Answer to him, Brian» John said firmly but smiling when the young boy answered «Y-Yes, daddy. He is very g-good»

The two Doms smiled proudly, this was the best idea ever.

[spn-imagines-nation]

“Y/N? Is this my Y/N?...”

“Yeah. And she’s a badass. You can be proud of her too dad.”

[jamespotterstardis]

This Feeling Inside.

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Rosamund Mary "Rosie" Watson

Summary: Sherlock wants to confess his feelings to John but he doesn't know how.

Notes: My first forway into the Johnlock territory

See, I am still alive I've just been pretty busy and it took a while to find the right ending.

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"I love you to the moon and back. No, I sound like an adolescent teenage girl and I don't see how that is scientifically possible. I care very deeply about you. Not enough .. sentiment? My heartbeat increases when looking at you. No, that’s not right either. Upon looking at you, my pupils dilate. Too scientific." Sherlock fell heavily onto his armchair, steepled his fingers beneath his chin and faced the other occupant of the room.

"You're meant to be helping me. Well in this case I suppose I can be called stupid a little, a rare feat indeed, as I am asking advice from a one year on how to court -do people still use that phrase?" Sherlock glanced at the baby, who was sat on the rug, surrounded by toys, paused for a few seconds then shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You can say a number of words such as dada, skull , I don't think your father has of yet forgiven me for that, ma-da, your attempt at saying murder, again your father doesn't like the fact that you say that word constantly, and finally bear your favourite teddy that you insist on carting around everywhere." He forewent his position on the sofa in favour of kneeling in front of his best friends daughter.

"Nevertheless, I'm asking your advice. How do I tell him that he's better than any 1O crime scene? That my brain as good as stops when ever he's in close vicinity? He doesn't mind my early morning violin playing, less so now you're here, my shooting the walls when I'm bored, the experiments. He has a number of rooms in my mind palace and they are all about him. His different smiles, 221 and still counting, the different tones in which he speaks; abrupt, happy, sleepy, that military one, the way my names sounds when he says it, his laugh, our giggling at crime scenes, that thing he does with his eyes when he's happy. It's all John, John, John. And yet there's still more data to gather. I wouldn't be able to function without him. That's a lie, I probably could but I wouldn't want to. It's always been him. Meeting Dr John Watson will forever be one of the greatest things that will ever happen to me. Now, little Watson, how do I convey all that to your father?"

"You just did."

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Father’s Day

Characters: Daddy!John x Daughter!Reader, Dean (mentioned), Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 766

Warnings: daddy!john feels and just fluff basically.

Author’s Note: In this, the reader is 12 years old. Thank you @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes for some inspiration for this! If you ever have any ideas that you would want to see before the first episode, don’t be shy. I love writing about the series and making the reader’s character stronger.

Feedback is always appreciated

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What does it mean to be a father? You’ve never had one your whole life. It’s always been just you and your mom and in a way, that was all you needed. Sure, you were envious of the kids who had two loving parents but then you would think why would you have to be jealous? If your dad didn’t want you, then you wouldn’t be sad over him.

Your mother took the roles of a father and of a mother all at the same time. You knew it was hard on her and you knew that she was hurting. You tried helping her all the time and as much as she was grateful, a kid shouldn’t have an adult responsibility.

She took on everything all by herself and you loved her with all your heart.

But then she died.

And you were alone.

John Winchester took you in and as much as you were grateful, you just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he was your new dad. You never had a dad and you didn’t need one now. Well, that is what you thought at 8-years-old. Now you were 12 and things have changed.

John sacrificed a lot for you. He took care of you when you were feeling down, when you got hurt, when you asked for advice, when you just needed a shoulder to cry on, and when you needed a little encouragement. He as the dad that you didn’t know that was missing.

You never knew your real dad but you felt like you were betraying whoever it was if you loved John the way you loved your mom. You felt like you were being a bad kid for loving a man who wasn’t your family. John never pressured you to call him dad or for you to love him and that is why you loved him even more.

John never had a girl to watch over so he didn’t know what to do at time. He was more delicate with you than with his boys. You were a more sensitive topic to him than his boys. John, of all people, knew you were broken when your mom died and he understood that, He gave you a home when you had none. He gave you shelter, food and love that you didn’t know you would ever get again.

So, when Father’s Day came around, it was special to you because it was the first one when you knew that you loved John. You wanted him to know it so you wanted to do something special for him. Sam and Dean didn’t really celebrate Father’s Day but you wanted to.

You did what any other 12-year-old would do in your situation: You would make something for him because you had no money to do anything else. It wasn’t much but you had made him a card, explaining how you were feeling. You already made him breakfast that morning and made sure that his day was the least stressful and so far, it was working.

“John?” You asked, walking to him while he was on the couch, cleaning some guns. Sam and Dean decided to go to sleep for the night which was perfect because you didn’t want them here when you did this.

“Hey, Y/N, you should be sleeping. You know I have to go on a hunt and you have to be up to watch out for Sammy,” John said, noticing you were shuffling around and looking down. “What’s wrong?”

“Happy Father’s Day.” You said, shoving your hand that had the card out. He looked at you before the card, taking it from you.

“You didn’t have to do this.” John said, opening it.

“Yeah, I did.” You said, watching his reaction to what you read. You saw him slightly smile and tears formed in his eyes.

“Y/N, thank you for this.” John whispered, letting a tear fall.

“No, thank you. You took me in when I had no one. You gave me a home, food, and love. You sacrificed so much for me and I didn’t know I would ever be a part of a family like yours. I never knew my dad and I don’t think I ever will. But I’m glad to call you my dad because that is what you are. I love you, John. I mean, dad.” You smiled.

John didn’t say anything, instead, he pulled you into a hug. He held onto you tightly and you smiled, hugging him back.

“I love you.” John whispered to you.

You finally had a family again.

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