#john winchester fanfiction

[naughtyneganjdm]

A Bargain

Summary: You're called to watch over John Winchester when Dean and Sam need to run to get supplies. A simple task turns into an erotic one when you realize that John is possessed by Azazel and he's willing to give you with John what you always wanted.

Characters: John Winchester, Azazel & the reader (OC, second person). 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50846386

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, rough sex, a moment of potential non-con, some dubious consent, blood play, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This is pretty much pure smut. I wanted to do something Halloween related and I was inspired by @jdmorganz gif-set that was made of John Winchester as yellow eyes, so I ran with it. I hope you like it!

Lightening flashed from the night sky flooding the area around you. A big boom of thunder followed while you sat in your truck waiting outside the small cabin that Dean and Sam had brought John to after they had found him. It was pouring outside and you wondered if you were going to make your move. It had been a long time since you had seen John. It was after a job went wrong and John let you know how disappointed he was in you. He didn’t hold back and it had separated the two of you. As a hunter yourself, you had worked with Dean and John on countless occasions. You were closer to Dean’s age, but you had always found yourself attracted to John. Call it a crush, call it whatever you want, but that’s what made it hurt so much more when he laid into you for a simple mistake.

Tapping your fingers against the steering wheel, you knew that Dean had called you to specifically ask you for this favor so they could gather some things for their plans tonight. Dean stressed you were one of the only people that he could trust. And after some begging you agreed to it, but you just hadn’t made it there yet. Hell, you wished you hadn’t agreed to all of this.

Another flash of lightening filled the sky causing you to huff. It was now or never. Getting out of the truck, you weren’t quick to get to the small, broken-down cabin. It looked like something that should have been condemned. You understood why they were staying there, but you really contemplated on the walk up if you wanted to be there to begin with. By the time you knocked on the door and Dean opened the door, you knew there was no way out of this at this point.

Just watch John.

That was the only request. Keep him safe. And then Dean and Sam were gone leaving you alone in the cabin. Apparently, John was in the back bedroom sleeping. He had been found tortured and tied up is what they told you. You really should have just stayed in the front part of the cabin, but curiosity got the best of you.

Stepping in front of the door that was partially opened, you looked inside to see that John was laid out across the center of the bed on his back. Carefully pulling open the door, you stepped into the room and moved in beside the bed to stare down at him. Cussing out, one step caused the floorboards to squeak. It worried you that it would wake John, but it didn’t. You were thankful for that.

There was a chair at the side of the bed where you imagined one of the boys was sitting beside John to watch over him earlier. Lowering down into the chair, you watched the rhythmic motion of John’s chest rising and falling while he slept. Gazing over him made your chest hurt. Seeing John hurt always bothered you. You hated to see him get this way. It was part of what made working with him so hard for you. John didn’t care about what he did to himself, but you did. You never wanted John to die because you were selfish and cared about him so much. His death missions all in the name of Mary always broke you.

Extending your hand out, you brushed your fingers in over his bruised knuckles finding yourself caught up in the emotions that you had for John in the past. At first your touch was faint, but soon you palmed your hand in over the top of his.

“Trouble,” John’s raspy voice whispered causing you to jump when he spoke the name that he called you when you worked together in the past. His fingers linked with yours and you felt your heartbeat skipping in your chest. Licking his lips, John’s eyebrows furrowed and he sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“Doing a favor for Dean. He wanted me to watch you while him and Sam gathered some supplies,” you answered, going to pull your hand away, but John’s fingers linked tighter with yours keeping you where you were. John’s long eyelashes fluttered and he grimaced when he pulled himself up into a seated position with his back pressed up against the headboard.

“Come here,” John urged you patting the side of the bed and you tipped your head to the side. Getting up from the chair, you did as he asked and lowered down to sit on the bed with him. Your lips parted when his rough fingertips caressed in over the side of your face. A gentle tender touch from John? That wasn’t normal. “Where have you been?”

“Off the grid,” you answered not wanting to show too much of a physical response to having him touch you like that. “I took some time to myself after our last job together.”

“Oh,” his lips parted, his eyebrow arching before nodding his head. “I guess that explains a lot.”

“What do you mean?” you wondered, but it was followed by his eyebrows bouncing up and he shook his head.

“Nothing,” he used his free hand to reach up to brush his thick hair back. “You’ve just been hard to find.”

“I didn’t think you cared,” you breathed out, lowering your head away from him hearing his breathing change. “You made it pretty clear how you felt about me the last time we saw each other.”

“I may have overdone it,” John uttered, his body sliding forward on the bed toward yours. His index finger curled underneath your chin to get you to look up at him. With his hazel eyes locked on yours, you felt a breath catching in your throat. John had never looked at you like that before. “I made a mistake. The last thing I wanted was you running away.”

“Stop,” you lifted your hand to place it over his trying to urge it away from your face. “Don’t do that. I told you how I felt that night and you blew me off. You don’t care where I’ve been. Just go back to bed. I’ll watch over you until Sam and Dean get back. Then we can go back to pretending to not know one another.”

Gasping out, you felt John’s fingers curling around the back of your neck to pull you to him. Forcefully his lips captured yours. A surprised whimper escaped your lips when he kissed you over and over again. At first you were tense against the caress, but with ease fell into the kiss. Your eyes came to a close as you kissed him back. After years of having feelings for John, this was something you always wanted, but he never gave in. No matter how many hints you gave to him or even after you told him how you felt.

“What are you doing?” you breathed against his lips when you managed to have the strength of pull back just enough. John’s grasp was still strong on the back of your neck, keeping you close enough to have the warmth of his breath over yours.

“What I should have done then,” he nibbled at your bottom lip, giving it a small tug with his teeth. His tongue swept over the inside of your bottom lip drawing you to cry out into his mouth. Meeting him this time in another kiss, you cherished the warmth of his lips over yours. Each kiss had you surrendering more to him, leaning in closer to him while his rough fingertips traced down over your arm. Chills flooded down your spine with his fingers sinking into your hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

“John,” you purred out his name feeling him crawling in over you, urging you back against the bed when he made his way over you. Bracing his weight, John lowered down, his tongue brushing between your lips. Returning the gesture, your hips arched up toward him when he settled himself between your thighs.

“I love you,” he breathed out against your lips, his mouth tampering off over your jawline and over the side of your neck. Palming up and over John’s back toward his neck helped pull you back and away from him. Your eyes locked on his seeing that his pupils were dilated and his lips parted while he breathed heavily. “What?”

“Who are you?” you tried pulling yourself out from beneath John feeling the weight of him getting heavier over you when he attempted to keep you there. “You’re not him.”

“I don’t understand,” he looked frustrated with you when you managed to muster up the strength to push him from over you onto his back. “I’m just telling you what you want to hear. Aren’t I?”

“John would never say that. He’s only loved one woman in his life. He stressed that to me the last time he talked to me,” you reminded him and it made John roll his eyes. Standing up from the bed, you stared down at John and saw his hazel eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. “There is no chance that he would even say that to appease me.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” John mumbled, his fingers outstretching, his dimples sinking in when he appealed to your emotions. “Come on Trouble. I know how you feel about me. And I feel for you too. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Of course this is what I wanted, but you’re not John. He wouldn’t touch me like that. He wouldn’t tell me that he loves me,” you stressed feeling your body trembling wondering who you had just made out with knowing that there was no chance in hell that it was John. “I’m calling the boys.”

“Stop,” he called out as you made your way for the door. Instead of listening, you kept for the door only to watch the door slam shut with a thud on its own. The lights flickered causing goosebumps to press in over your arms and you looked over your shoulder. “I said stop.”

Attempting to run for the door, you felt an invisible force throwing your body against the wall as John stood up from the bed. With a wince, you dropped your head back feeling the pressure over your body growing stronger.

“You don’t want it to be the romantic way, fine. I’ll do it the way that Johnny Boy fancies to do with you,” John’s head was down when he approached you. Slowly, his head raised and you felt the fear flood your veins when the yellow eyes met yours. “Here I am trying to be nice, but no, you want the asshole as he is.”

“It’s you,” you hissed out trying with all your might to get out of the hold that he had on you. “How did you do this?”

“It was easy actually,” the demon controlling John spoke with ease, his words coming out in a slur as he slowly approached you. “But yes. It’s me. The name is Azazel. But right now you can still refer to me as John.”

Once he was before you, his arm lowered down and his palm started to caress up over the inside of your thigh. Hissing out, you tried to pull at your body, but the force he had over you was just too strong. Once his palm centered in over between your thighs, you bit down on your bottom lip and winced, “Stop.”

“Why?” he stepped forward, his yellow eyes glowing amongst the minimal amount of light that was filtering into the room that you were in. The air was cold making the warmth that John’s body had near yours feel all the more welcoming, but you hated it considering this was John’s biggest enemy in control of his body. “John wants this you know. I’m letting that part of him control this. God, you should have felt the excitement fill him when I opened my eyes Trouble.”

“Don’t call me that,” you warned letting out a scoff when his palm slid up over the lengths of your abdomen, under your shirt that you were wearing to cup your breast in John’s large palm.

“We’re sharing this body Trouble. I’m just allowing the darkest parts of John to finally do what he’s wanted since he first saw you. Yeah, maybe I exaggerated on the love part, but he wants to fuck you raw,” he slurred nipping at your jawline and peppering kisses over your flesh. “I can feel it deep within me that he wants you. I can give him the strength to finally allow him to give into temptation. Even touching you like this has his cock hard.”

“You’re not him,” you turned your head away when he went to kiss you and Azazel smiled. The way he was talking was nothing like John would. His voice was deeper, almost wicked and his expression more amused.

“I am. He’s in here with me and he’s wanted this for so fucking long. To have those pretty little lips of yours wrapped around his cock. Having those innocent eyes looking up at him while he fucked your throat,” he slurred, his words coming out harsher than you pictured John would sound. “For so long he’s wanted to sink into that tight little pussy of yours. In fact, John is quite the pervert. On many occasions when the two of you were sharing a room, he would let you take a shower first and spy on you. And then after you were done, he would jerk off in the shower thinking about you. Afraid to act on his deepest desires because he didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I…” you breathed out thinking about what was being said knowing that in the past you had wondered if you had witnessed John spying on you several times while you were in the shower. You just had hoped it was wishful thinking and you could see the smirk that pressed in over John’s features. It was still the yellow eyes that chilled you right to the core. Looking down, you watched his fingers pulling at the button in your pants getting it open. After he managed to get the zipper apart, his hand dipped beneath the material and you felt the warmth of his hand palming in over your body. Closing your eyes, you sucked in a sharp breath and knew that you shouldn’t be feeling the things that you were. “Stop.”

“You don’t want this to stop,” he evoked, his long, slender fingers drawing back and forth over the length of your sex. Biting into your bottom lip, you forced your eyes open and connected your eyes with the yellow glow of the ones before you. “This is John’s meat suit after all and I’m only acting on the actions he wish he could do himself. Consider this my one gift for him. Which I think is pretty nice after all the hell he’s put me through.”

Clenching your fists, you felt his fingertips caressing over your clitoris in circular motions. Involuntarily a whimper fell from your throat and he smiled in response, “See, you like the way that this feels. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“Please…” you gasped out when his fingers found their way between your thighs, a single finger pushing into your warmth, drawing slowly back and then forward. “It’s John that I want.”

“And this is what John wants too,” he insisted, an amused expression flooding in over his features when he pressed another finger into you. Allowing a buildup, he eventually had his fingers pumping away inside of you and you were crying out with the way that he was doing it. A forced ripped your shirt from your body and you tried to focus yourself, but it felt so good with his fingers touching you the way that they were. Stepping in closer to you, he pressed his forehead against yours, the warmth of his breath drawing chills over your skin. Every plunge of his fingers inside of you had your hips shaking against him wanting that friction. “You want to come so bad Trouble.”

Biting down on your bottom lip harder, you felt a rush flooding toward your head and you cried out. Right when it felt like you were about to come, the movement stopped and the fingers went stagnant inside of you, “You still want me to stop?”

Too embarrassed to answer with words, you shook your head and heard the entertained rumble of a laugh that followed. Once you gave him the answer, his fingers went back at a harder pace working to lead you up to your orgasm. Soft moans were falling from your throat when John’s fingers worked to get the bra from your body. His lips covered your breast as soon as he tugged the material off and tossed it aside. Circling his tongue around your nipple made you arch forward toward him when he suckled at the flesh. Your hips were rocking at the movements of his fingers while he had you pinned against the wall. You wanted to touch John, but you couldn’t because that invisible force had your wrists pressed against the wall firmly. Panting, you could feel your heart hammering inside of your chest when he went to the other breast to pamper it the way he had before. Pulling his head back, he noticed that your thighs were shaking and your moans grew louder when he brought you to your orgasm.

Trembling where he had you, you saw the yellow eyes enamored with you while he gazed over your body, “Let’s make a bargain.”

“No,” you shook your head hearing him laugh when you could barely mutter those words.

“I give you John. I told you this is something that he wants. Manipulate his mind enough so that he thinks that this is a moment just between the two of you. Finally allow him to have the gusto to give you what he’s always wanted,” he began, his smile expanding when he stepped back. Pulling the button-down shirt from his arms, he tossed it aside and then reached for the t-shirt that John was wearing to pull it from his body. It was an attempt to tease you. He knew how you felt for John and parading John’s body around like this was the best way for him to do it. Your throat went dry glancing over John’s beautiful body. Standing before you shirtless, he shrugged his shoulders. Gasping out, you felt your body being pulled from the wall only to be forced before him on your knees. Tipping his head to the side, he dragged his fingers out over the belt while you stared up at him with big eyes. Unhooking the belt had your lips parting and you felt like the room was spinning around you with how hot it was making you. “Then you owe me.”

“I won’t hurt John or the boys,” you declared with a shake of your head and a laugh followed.

“Oh, I know you wouldn’t,” he slurred, clicking his tongue against the top of his mouth. “I wouldn’t ask that of you. No. It’s much simpler than that. You just can’t say no when the time comes.”

Your lips parted, your throat going dry when he began to open John’s pants revealing the dark curls of hair that were showing just above the top of his boxers that he had on. Pushing his fingers into the waistband had the material tugging at John’s flesh revealing the thick base of John’s cock. It made your mouth water at the sight until the material pulled down completely causing John’s erection to bounce free from behind the prison of the cotton. John’s cock was thick with prominent veins over the shaft. The swollen tip was red with precum developing at the tip and it made your mouth water at the sight.

“John has this stored away and he’s such a fucking tight ass,” he muttered, curling his fingers around John’s length drawing attention to how big it was in comparison to his large palm wrapped around it. “You think he would enjoy himself a little bit.”

“Only if you leave and it’s fully John will I agree to this,” you noticed the way that the demon was gazing over John’s length as if he was admiring it in that moment. “I want him, not you.”

“Now, I can’t leave him completely. That’s a no-no, but I promise you it will be him. I just get a ticket to the show. I get to watch it without being in charge,” he assured you with an amused smirk, his fingers hooking into your hair drawing you close to John’s body. Dragging the swollen tip of John’s cock against your full, wet lips had a wetness flooding to your core. “That’s the best I can do. But it will be him,” he tapped his cock against your lips making you part them. Extending your tongue out slightly had him groaning out when you dragged it out across the tip collecting the taste of him. “What do you say?”

Grasping your jaw between his thumb and index finger had your eyes locked on his, “Give in to what you want beautiful.”

Everything inside of you wanted this and he knew that. It was just the fear of what he wanted from you that worried you. With a nod of your head, you gave into him hearing his faint, raspy laugh follow. Sweeping his thumb across your bottom lip, he gave you a nod and sighed, “Good girl. Too bad, I would have liked doing this for myself. But I guess John gets something nice for once.”

John’s eyes closed tightly, his fingers squeezing firmly around your jawline when he let out a long exhale. John’s eyes fluttered to an open and they were no longer the yellow, but his beautiful hazel eyes. Once John’s eyes focused on yours, something changed in his features and he sank his fingers into your hair. Lowering down, his lips hovered over yours teasing you with the idea of kissing you.

“You were a bad girl abandoning me Trouble,” John slurred, his bottom lip skimming over yours drawing you up further on your knees.

“John?” you muttered hearing him tsk and give you a small nod. “I guess you should punish me for it then.”

“You’re going to have to work hard for daddy to begin to forgive you,” John’s voice was back to normal, his eyebrows furrowing when he forcefully kissed you. Purring out against his flesh, you parted your lips and allowed his tongue to brush against yours. Sucking faintly at John’s tongue had his raspy moan vibrating against your lips and you purred when he pulled away. John pushed his fingers into his jeans to get them down to his ankles before caressing over his rigid manhood. “Come here baby girl…”

Leading you to his length, John curled his finger underneath your chin to bring you to the tip where you pressed faint kisses. Parting your lips, you took John into your mouth and swept your tongue around the ridges of the tip. It had him licking his lips and exhaling loudly, but he didn’t take his hazel eyes off of you. Taking him further into your mouth, you made sure to drag your tongue out against his flesh. John allowed you to bob your head over his length in slow drawn-out motions at first. With each motion, his fingers snaked tighter into your hair. Your hands were caressing up and over his hips, feeling the muscles flexing beneath your touch. Snaking your hands around him, you squeezed at his small bottom hearing him sigh while you grasped tightly to his flesh. There was a yearning in John’s eyes that drove you to want to please him as well as you could.

John started to control the movements of your head while you took his thick cock into your mouth again and again. Gagging, wet sounds filled the room with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat while he fucked your mouth. His toned hips rocked toward your mouth, his eyes hooked on you while he had his way with you.

“Enough,” John whispered, pulling you away from his throbbing length. A went line of saliva went from the tip to your full lips. Catching your breath, you felt John pulling you up to him like you weighed nothing. Falling in against his chest, you curled your fingers around his shoulders and dug your fingertips into his flesh. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you repeated what he asked of you and that wasn’t a lie. John licked his lips, curling his fingers around the back of your neck. Pushing you forward, he had you falling in against the bed face first. Clinging to the old comforter, you curled your fingers around the material and heard John getting to his knees behind you. Closing your eyes, you purred out when you felt him kissing over the back of your thighs. “John.”

“You have no idea how many nights I wanted to do this. With you cuddled up to me at night when we could only get one bed,” John reminded you of some of your cases where you ended up in motels where one bed was all you could get together. “I’d wake up with a hard on and just assumed you never wanted this. Now that I know, I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

Closing your eyes, you cried out when John started going down on you. His tongue flicking out between your sensitive folds, dragging his tongue out over the flesh. Slurping faintly had you rocking your hips back toward him. Wincing, you felt him pulling back to spank firmly over your ass before squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Staying still, you enjoyed the way it felt with him testing the flesh. Another smack over your bottom had your hips bouncing forward, but he pulled you back to him. Pushing at the flesh helped reveal your hole to him and his tongue lapped at it before sucking. It had you squeezing harder at the comforter when his tongue pushed at your entrance. After a few firm strokes of his tongue, he pulled back with a wet sound, his fingers replacing his tongue while he pumped them inside of you, getting you prepared for him. His lips latched onto your clitoris, circling his tongue around the small bundle of nerves. It had you pressing up on your toes, your cries growing louder. Wet sounds filled the tiny, decrepit room from the talent his mouth was unleashing on you.

“John,” you reached back with one of your hands managing to sink your fingers into his dark hair. John’s moan vibrated against your flesh. Your thighs started to tremble uncontrollably again and it made you want to crawl forward on the bed, but John’s strong grasp kept you where you were when he got you to another orgasm. When he was satisfied, he got up on his knees behind you on the bed. Digging his fingers into your flesh had you purring out when you looked over your shoulder to see him stroking over his erection. The sound of John spitting was heard and you felt the warmth of it sliding down over your bottom. “Please.”

“You’ve waited this long, you can hold on just a second longer,” John assured her, using the tip of his cock to collect his spit. Tracing it back and forth over the length of your sex had you shaking. He was teasing you and god was it working. You were wet. You were shivering. Your pussy was throbbing. “It’s going to hurt Trouble.”

“You’re worth it,” you assured him seeing the faint smirk tug at his bruised features. With a nod, John led the tip toward your entrance. His eyes were focused on what he was doing when he pushed his hips forward. Crying out, you knew that you couldn’t pull away when his girthy length started to fill you. The stretching feeling hurt at first. He wasn’t kidding. Biting harder at your lip, you reached around to wrap your fingers around his wrist, while the other braced yourself against the bed.

“You’ve got this. You’ve taken a lot worse Trouble. You can take daddy’s big, fat cock,” John coached you pushing forward until he filled you to the brim. It had you wincing and crying out at the sensation, but he stayed put allowing you to feel every inch of him in that moment. Another smack filled the air when he spanked at your bottom no doubt leaving a mark. “You feel so good. So tight.”

“Please,” you begged for movement, but he wasn’t giving it. Not yet. He wanted you to squirm on his cock and you were. It had your hips pulling forward, but when it did, he would pull you back to keep you put. “John, please fuck me. Please.”

“You got it baby,” John hushed you starting to pull his hips back in slow movements before plunging his hips forward. Every forward, wet smack had you mewling out grasping onto whatever you could. Every thrust grew in strength and speed. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you driving you forward with how hard his thrusts really were inside of you. But the addictive sensation of the swollen tip rubbing against your g-spot had the room spinning around you.

“John, I’m gonna come,” you squealed out, your hips forcing forward as the wet sound of you coming filled the small area and a shocked breath fell from John’s throat. Tracing his fingers over the length of your pussy had you shaking and he was back inside of you again before you could even catch your breath. “John.”

Whimpering out, you crawled forward, but so did he, not allowing you to pull from his cock. Pressing into your shoulders had you lowered down against the bed. Pressing your legs together, he crawled in over you with his knees at your sides. The strength his hands had on your hips was strong and it would certainly bruise with how hard he was holding onto your flesh.

“You squirt?” John slurred, his groin smacking up against your ass while he continued his thrusts inside of you. Having your legs closed like this tightened everything up for you and him allowing you to feel every ridge of him inside of you. “You lucky girl. Or maybe I’m the lucky one.”

Squeaks from the old bed were surrounding the two of you with the headframe smacking up against the wall. It made you wonder if this old bed could even handle this. A whine fell from your throat when John’s thumb circle your other hole. You cried out his name when he pushed forward, allowing his thumb to enter the tightness of it while he fucked you. It was a strange feeling, but you allowed it enjoying the way it felt. Right now it felt like John was making it known you were his in every way possible and you couldn’t complain. You wanted to be.

Wincing out, you felt John lowering in over you. His right arm wrapped around your shoulder, his nose burying against the side of your neck while his left arm braced against the bed. Repeatedly his hips smacked up against your bottom with his length filling you in powerful strokes.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, turning your head enough to meet his lips in a wet kiss. His moans vibrated against your lips when you felt your body tensing up again. “Please. I’m going to come again.”

“Squirt?” John rumbled against your lips and his hips were smacking up against your bottom showing his dominance and strength in his movements. Squeezing your eyes shut, your heart hammered in your chest and John bit at your bottom lip. You were almost certain it broke the flesh, but you were too focused on your orgasm that he was chasing to care. A proud rumble fell from his throat when you came again, crawling up further toward the top of the bed when his big cock pulled from your body and rest over your bottom. Your body shook and you felt John caress over your shoulders trying to soothe you. “Good girl.”

“I want you to ride me honey, can you do that?” John questioned, pulling himself to the edge of the bed reaching for you to pull you with him. It didn’t really give you much of an option when he pulled you over him. Hooking your arms around his shoulders, you tried to brace yourself over his body knowing that you were still shaking. Reaching between the two of you, you grabbed a firm hold of John’s body and led it back into you. Having your eyes hooked on his felt so much more intimate than all that happened before. “Just like that.”

John praised you with every movement, his kisses over your jawline urging you on further. Your fingers sank into the curls at the bottom of his neck. His hair was wet, his hands clasped to your hips helping your movements over him.

“We should have done this from the start,” he slurred, his words vibrating against your lips. Squeezing over your bottom had him smacking over it again before pulling you in closer against his chest to keep that close contact. “We could have been soaking the sheets of all the motels we stayed at.”

“I didn’t know I could do that until you,” you reasoned with John, your body feeling weak while you tried to roll your hips over his length in a way that had his eyes rolling back. John braced his hands back against the bed while you had your way with him. “If I would have known your cock was so big, I would have been taking advantage from the start.”

“Stand up,” John ordered and you didn’t know if you could, but you got up and moved to your feet. Your legs were like Jell-O when John led you over toward the mirror that was cracked at the other side of the room. Forcing you to face the mirror, John moved in behind you. Grabbing your hips the way he needed, he adjusted his body and entered you standing. The smacking of his hips was almost immediate, his right hand reaching around you to circle his rough fingertips around your clitoris.

John rest his chin against your shoulder, his nose nuzzling against the side of your neck. Rasp moans filled your ears watching him smile against your flesh, “I want you to watch me fucking you…I want you to see what this is doing for both of us.”

“You’re so big,” you whined looking down to see his cock plunging into you again and again. Going balls deep with almost every thrust. Falling forward, your hand braced over the center of the mirror. A wince fell from your throat when you cut yourself. You should have cared more than you did. The moment was just so euphoric for you that you didn’t want it to stop. You were quickly approaching another orgasm, and you needed it so bad. “Please…please…”

“Yes ma’am,” John whispered keeping up with his movements, the wet plunges of his cock drawing you up on your tip toes. You never wanted his cock to leave you at this point with how good he was making you feel. It should have bothered you that he was still possessed by Azazel, but you didn’t care. In that moment at least. Crying out his name over and over again, you had John kissing you to silence some of your cries when the wet sound of you coming again filled the room when it covered the floor. John stayed still in the moment, his arm curling around your waist. You could barely stand up on your own. You were weak covered in a layer of sweat. John’s nose nuzzled against your flesh and he would pepper faint kisses over the side of your neck.

“My turn now,” John felt you reaching around to sink your fingers into his wet hair. Dragging his palm across your breasts, he teased his fingers over them and squeezed over them possessively. Leading you over toward the bed, he let you lay down in the middle of it. Crawling in over you, he stole kiss after kiss from your lips while he got situated. Flicking his tongue out over yours had you clinging to his sweaty body. Lining his cock up with your entrance, he rolled his hips up and entered you in a fluid movement. It had your head tipping back, your lips parting while he had his eyes hooked on yours. “Good girl. You’ve done so good.”

John’s thrusts were slow this time. It was more sensual, drawn out. Every drag back and push forward felt incredible. After all your orgasms, everything was so much more enhanced and he was loving every second of it. It had him smiling over you, his right hand caressing over the side of your face as if he was cherishing the moment. Stroking down over the sides of his body, you found yourself addicted to the sensation of the friction of his groin rubbing up against your clit. It felt phenomenal and you never wanted it to end.

Noticing that your hand was bleeding, John reached for it and kissed over your palm. It surprised you when his tongue collected the blood from your flesh, his eyes closing tightly when he did it. You wondered if that was John or Azazel, but you didn’t question it. Pulling John to you, your mouth claimed his and you tasted the metallic taste of your blood still lingering over his lips. It was shocking at first, but you kept kissing him. You didn’t want this to end.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum, are you okay with that?” John questioned, his lips hovering over yours when your palm squeezed in over his bottom enjoying the way it flexed beneath your grasp. “You want me to leave your pussy dripping with my cum? My balls are so full baby. I can feel em’ tightening up. I’m so close.”

“Please,” you whimpered, grasping harder at his ass, urging him closer to you so he knew that he could lose himself inside of you. John’s lips were over yours, his winces becoming closer together. His thrust were sloppier, his cock twitching inside of you and you used the power that you still had to thrust your hips up toward him. “You’re perfect John, in every way possible.”

“You really do love me, don’t you?” John slurred, his hazel eyes locked on yours when you felt your throat tensing up. With a nod, you didn’t know whether to be embarrassed about it or not when he nuzzled his nose in against yours. John’s moans grew louder, his forehead pressing against yours when you felt him aching. The first line of his cum spurt out inside of you. Clinging tightly to him, you loved the sensation it gave you. Just having his throbbing manhood twitching inside of you was euphoric. Addictive would be a good way to explain it. And it turned you on when he continued to pump you full of his cum. Along with his moans, you felt hotter than you ever had before. You met his thrusts wanting him deep inside of you when he came. Once he was done, he rolled his hips a few more times and lowered down in over you. Peppering kisses over your lips, John groaned out and looked down between you. An amused breath fell from his throat, his eyes seemingly in awe of the way some of his release escaped you dripping down his balls. “Amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose in against his. Stroking your fingers through his wet hair, you found yourself getting comfortable with him growing soft inside of you, but you didn’t care. From everything that happened, you found yourself drawn most to the closeness of the two of you after everything. “I’m sorry I forced my feelings on you.”

“I’ve always cared about you Trouble,” he stroked his fingers down over the side of your face. His words coming out in a whisper. “I was just so afraid of hurting you and for that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. So much time was wasted with us.”

“I’m sorry too,” you hushed him, finding yourself in awe with John cuddling his head in against the side of your neck. After a few moments of cuddling up to him, you heard the disgusted groan follow and you felt a chill flood your body. When John’s body pulled back and away from you, you felt some of his cum dripping down your inner thighs. John’s hazel eyes were now yellow again when he walked around the small room to reach for his boxers. Your eyes still lingered on his semi-erect cock that bounced with the movements.

“It was sexy and hot up until the end there when you both had to get so fucking gushy on one another,” Azazel scoffed, pulling the material up and over John’s hips. Reaching for John’s jeans, he was pulling them up his hips before tossing your clothes to you to get dressed. “The boys are almost back and you need to get dressed. The last thing they need to see is their father in the aftermath from fucking their friend. Now don’t get any wild ideas about telling the boys what you know. That’s where our deal comes in.”

“What do you mean?” you pulled your body up further watching John move throughout the room.

“It means you leave this house once Sam and Dean return. You say nothing. You get in your truck, you don’t look back,” he ordered drawing you to let out a frustrated breath. “You disobey me and I kill them all. Do you understand?”

“Just like that?” you huffed and he nodded, his eyebrows bouncing up.

“Just like that,” he repeated with a firm nod of his head. “And if you love John, you will do it because you know I’m capable of snapping his neck like it’s nothing. Same with the boys. I gave you what you wanted, now it’s time to follow up on my request. Get dressed.”

“You destroyed my shirt,” you reminded him hearing the scoff that followed when he pushed through the drawers that were there. When he found something, he tossed it at you and you huffed loudly. Getting dressed, you felt awkward that your moment was stolen so quickly right out from under you with John by Azazel. Once you were dressed, you found yourself standing before John again when he pulled the shirt in over his arms. “You didn’t let me say goodbye.”

“I didn’t promise you a goodbye,” he reminded you with a shake of his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I promised you less than what you got. Enjoy what you have. Plus, I gave you something else that you are going to enjoy having in the future.”

“What does that mean?” you scoffed seeing the wicked smirk that followed when he shook his head. “Let me say goodbye.”

“No,” he snorted, the yellow eyes growing fiercer when he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Please,” you begged hearing his groan follow.

“I must feel sorry for you. Or maybe it’s my emotions getting mixed with John’s here, but fine,” he scowled, his head tipping to the side while he looked down at you. “This is your last request that I’m accepting. After that, you need to piss off.”

A wince fell from John’s throat when the yellow faded from his eyes and he looked down to see that you were dressed again. Stepping forward, you pressed your hand to the side of his face and saw the confusion in John’s eyes, “I need to say goodbye.”

“You’re leaving?” John frowned, his hands settling at your hips, his forehead pressing to yours. “You just came back into our lives. Now you’re going to be gone again so soon?”

“I hope to see you again soon,” you whispered finding your heart skipping a beat when John urged you back to meet his lips in a tender, passionate kiss. Maybe the I love you was something you would never get, but this tenderness was something you would never expect from John and you liked it. “I love you, John.”

“I know you do,” John whispered, his nose nuzzling against yours. Right when you cuddled your head up against his, you heard the gagging sound follow when Azazel pulled away, his yellow eyes showing again. He cringed and shook his body in disgust. “The romantics. You’re all gonna make me throw up with all the tenderness.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoffed causing John’s head to bob about in an arrogant fashion.

“I know,” Azazel breathed out in a slur, his yellow eyes narrowing out at you. “I’m going to go lay down on that bed and if you truly love John, you will keep your mouth shut because the only chance he has at surviving is if you don’t say shit. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do exactly what I asked of you. You know what I’m capable of.”

With a frown, you heard the sound of the door opening and watched Azazel lower his head back against the pillows that you originally found him sleeping against earlier. Dean walked into the room and you were almost frozen in contemplation. Maybe you lingered too long, but you kept up your end of the bargain. You believed Azazel when he told you that he would kill them.

Getting in the truck to leave was the hardest thing you had to do. Pretending nothing happened, lying to the boy’s faces and not knowing the fate of what would happen to the man you loved and cared for? It was devastating. But you didn’t want to be the thing that brought about the end to three people you cared greatly for. So you did the one thing you could do. You left with the final memory you shared with John lingering fresh in your mind.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - john has been stressed while on the road, hiding from the supernatural wasn't the easiest job, but thankfully a certain sign caught his eye.

warning - smut, being used, gloryhole, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

John had been on the road for a long time now and he was in some desperate need of release. At first, he thought he needed it through a hunt, but after killing a nest of vampires, he could still feel that pent up frustration. It was gnawing at him, he had fucked his fist, not wanting to bother with finding a woman and still it didn’t work. Not until he finally came across a flashing sign that read ‘The Strawberry Shack’, something pulling him towards it. 

He parks his car, turning it off before he gets out, checking his surroundings before he enters the building. John checks for anything weird or supernatural as he walks up to the front desk. “Hiya sugar. What can I do you for?”

He stares for a while, “I heard this is the place for release?” The woman nods.

“What kinda release you looking for? We got oral or…” Before she can finish her sentence, John slams his money down. Something coming over him as he hears this.

“The second option.” She directs him to which door he needs to go through and with determination, John storms toward that area. Making his way through the door and surveying the room before he sets his sights on you and makes his way over. He feels his pants tighten as his cock strains against them, groaning, John quickly unzips his jeans and takes out his throbbing member. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m just going to use you for a bit if that’s okay.” 

You whimper, feeling your cunt throb from his voice and his words. “Uh huh, use me please.” 

The moment those words slip from your lips, John lines himself up against you. Pushing in slowly with a groan, feeling your tight walls squeeze around him. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel amazing.” The sound of slapping fills the room as John begins to pound into you, gripping your hips as he uses your body as promised. Your juices leak from your tight hole, coating his cock and your thighs. “That’s my good girl.”

You moan, gripping the soft bench underneath you, you bury your face into the pillow, practically drooling as John continues to fuck you, pounding into your g-spot like there’s no tomorrow. Your head flies back as your arse stings, John’s hand moves away after slapping your cheeks and watching your arse ripple.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.” His hands grip your hips again, going harder and faster if that’s even possible. You moan freely and loudly, not being able to see the smirk on the man’s face. “Good girl, such pretty sounds. Are they all for me?” He grunts, slowing his thrusts as he watches his cock slide in and out of you, white coating his base. 

“Yes, yes! All for you!” John groans, hips snapping as he slams his cock deep inside of you, fucking you until he feels his balls tighten and his tip twitch. Your walls squeeze him as hot cum spurts out of his thick tip, coating your walls. You follow suit, juices squirting out, covering him. “Ahh!” 

John gently pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you, he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans and zips himself up. The tension has finally left his body and he doesn’t feel so frustrated anymore. “Thanks for that, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll see you next time.” He gives your arse a light tap before leaving, keeping the mental image of his cum leaking out in his head as he heads back to his car and drives off. 

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[mystra-midnight]

Dirty Little Secret

summary: he swore that when you bent over to scoop the car keys from the coffee table, he'd been able to see up your skirt and straight to your damn cervix.

warnings: 18+ only. thigh riding. age gap; (reader is in their 20's, john's in his 40's) pet names; (sweetheart, pretty girl). public setting. john's a bit pervy here.

words: 985.

notes: was fishing for ideas with a friend on mine on snapchat and this came about. john winchester + age gap + thigh riding in the impala = a damn good time.

“We could get arrested.”

"That's a risk I'm willing to take."

Your skin tasted like sweat as he ran his tongue up the side of your neck, leaving a fat, wet stripe behind. His hands grabbed your hips frantically while you crawled into his lap, your legs falling into position around his thigh while the steering wheel nudged roughly at the small of your back. Under time constraints, he was in a hurry, bunching your skirt around your waist so that he could pull your thong to the side and push his thigh firmly against your mound.

Beer—that had been his excuse to be alone with you. He'd tagged along to make sure you got the good kind and not the cheap shit you usually bought. It was a lie—a bold-faced, fucking lie. He had to get away from the boys and get you alone because you were wearing the smallest, tightest skirt he'd ever fucking seen. He swore that when you bent over to scoop the car keys from the coffee table, he'd been able to see up your skirt and straight to your damn cervix.

You mewled into his mouth when your lips crashed with a myriad of licks and bites. It was dirty. God, it was so dirty but so fucking hot. This was John—fucking—Winchester, the father of your two best friends. It was their father you were dry-humping in the parking lot of a grocery store. Anyone could notice the foggy windows. Anyone could peer inside. Anyone could get a glimpse of your bare backside, the slick dripping down the inside of your thighs, and the wet patch on his jeans.

You couldn't find it in yourself to care when he pushed his hands up your shirt and yanked down the cups of your bra, freeing your tits into his awaiting palms. He rolled his fingers over your nipples, chuckling faintly against your mouth when they pebbled into hardened peaks.

"Like me touching you like this, baby? I know you do, can feel how wet that pretty pussy is."

Your answering whine was enough to encourage him to touch you more, not that he needed the encouragement. Angling his hips to meet yours, John's thigh rubbed against your bare cunt as his erection pressed against yours. If given half a chance, he'd be fucking you right now—his dirty girl, old enough to be his daughter. He'd wanted you the moment Sam bought you home from college—not a lover but a very good friend—someone he trusted implicitly, someone who he loved and cared for and promised to never hurt—a sentiment you shared.

And yet here you were with his father in the front seat of a car that was parked in the grocery store parking lot of some backwater town, panting against his lips, licking all around his mouth, and grinding against his thigh like a desperate whore. There had been no preamble, no coquettish stares, and no hesitations. John had been staring at your thighs and how high the skirt rode, and you'd crawled into his lap. It was filthy how quickly you got turned on, and worse still, how quickly the knot of pleasure started to twist through your organs.

"John," you breathed his name in a sigh, your eyes closed and your breath heavy. "John, you're gonna make me cum if we don't stop." The thought of peeling yourself away from him was painful, leaving your heart thumping against your breastbone so hard you'd swear you heard it start to crack. You didn't want to stop, but you couldn't very well go back to the hotel looking like a cum-drunk whore. Dean would definitely notice, and he wasn't good at keeping secrets.

Pre-emptively, John grabbed your hips and pulled you roughly against him, smearing your slick along his dark denim until they were stained a darker shade. "That's the fucking point," he growled against your neck, right where he'd sucked a pink-purple bruise below your ear. You'd worry about it later, when his hand wasn't snaking between your bodies to find your throbbing clit.

The rough drag of his calloused fingers against your nub made you gasp. Your hands flew to his head, fingers burrowing deep in his salt and pepper hair, holding his mouth to yours as you whined low and long, the sound ripping up your spine, the back of your throat, and right out of your parted lips. You were already soaked, something that amused him.

"I gotta get you ready for tonight, pretty girl."

"T-tonight?"

It was hard to maintain a conversation with how he was touching you, playing you like a damn violin. You were putty in his hands, so fucking young, pretty, and eager to cum. John doubted you were thinking about anything else except for the fire that had settled in your veins—the way it made you moan too loudly, the way it made you move faster and faster, until the car was rocking on its wheels.

The steering wheel nudged your back again and again, leaving a perfect imprint bruised into your lower back, but you didn't care. John knew when you were getting close. Your thighs trembled, the grind of your hips faltering as the sharp zing of pleasure shot through you each time your lips caught on the rips in his jeans, each time he circled your clit only to change directions and go back without warning.

"That's right, sweetheart, tonight, when you sneak out of your room and into mine so I can fill that pretty pussy with my cum."

Those were the words that did you in. "m'comingmc'comingm'coming." You came with a muffled cry, words trailing together until neither of you could tell where one ended and the next began. His fingers never ceased their movements, helping you reach your peak and come tumbling down to earth like a freight train. "Oh, god."

"No, sweetheart. S’just John."

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[kittenofdoomage]

Sweetheart

Summary: Sometimes he's a hunting partner, sometimes he's... something else.

Pairing: John Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 2060

Warnings: Backseat of the truck smut (including fingering, dirty talk, full penetrative sex), teasing, very little in the way of plot - 18+ content.

Ao3 (over 800 fics to read!)

Author's Note: Yeah, I know I don't post much here anymore, but I'm having a crappy day, and I feel like some other people might be having crappy days too so I thought some John PWP might cheer someone up, I dunno 🤣

You had always prided yourself on your ability to cope without anyone else around, but there was something about John Winchester that kept dragging you back to his side, although this time it was the final death of your beloved Camry that had put you firmly in the passenger seat of his truck. He had been fresh off of a ghoul hunt, and you were planning on chasing down a spirit in Kentucky - turning down his help would have been rude. It didn’t hurt that the man was pretty to look at, even if he was hard to get a read on. The last few times you had hunted together had ended in some of the most fantastic sex you could have ever imagined but since he’d come to your rescue, he had barely looked your way.

“Have I pissed you off?” you asked, watching him from your side of the front seat.

He spared you a glance that lasted only a second, and his lips twitched as if they wanted to curl into a smile. “Not at all, sweetheart. It’s just been a long few months.” You pulled a face, looking out of the window at the rolling corn fields, illuminated by the setting sun. John chuckled, tilting his head slightly. “Was I giving you the impression you had?”

“I dunno,” you sighed with a shrug. “You’re normally a little more… interested.”

“We got a thousand miles to cover,” he pointed out. “I figured you’d wanna get some shuteye.”

“I’m good for a few hours.”

“You can put the radio on if you want.”

He wasn’t getting it, though you hadn’t met a man yet that was good with hints. Sighing again, you leaned forward, switching the radio on and fiddling with the dial until you found a station playing something you liked. John didn’t seem to care about the music, focusing on the road ahead as it darkened once the sun had disappeared behind the corn.

Finding a motel on the back roads he was taking was next to impossible, so when he pulled onto a secluded side road and parked up a few hours later, you didn’t complain. The truck had a back seat in addition to the front bench, and he gave you the choice of which you wanted, and it was all you could do not to suggest sharing. Instead, you climbed over and tried to get comfortable underneath a blanket, attempting to actually sleep when all you wanted was laying less than two feet away.

Your fantasies were running wild, leaving you uncomfortably aroused, replaying the last time he’d actually touched you over and over in your mind. It wasn’t in you to come out and say it, to ask him for what you really wanted, and your fingers itched to take care of the problem, the little devil voice in the back of your mind encouraging you on, promising he wouldn’t notice, though you probably wouldn’t have minded if he did. Still, you didn’t move, glaring daggers into the back of the seat concealing him from your sight.

After your tenth heavy sigh of frustration, you heard him shift. “You okay back there?”

“Mmhmm.”

A beat passed, then he moved again, dark eyes suddenly peering at you over the top of the driver’s side of the bench seat, one eyebrow quirked high. “You don’t sound okay.”

Your mind scrambled for an excuse, avoiding the obvious answer of telling him the truth. “It’s a little cold,” you mumbled, shrugging lightly.

He huffed out a tiny laugh, then disappeared from sight, rocking the whole truck a second later as he hoisted himself over the top and into the back of the cab. You squeaked when he tugged you out of the way with a gruff “scoot over” and settled behind you, warm arms encircling you from behind.

“Better?” he asked.

You shivered at the close contact, feeling him press along the whole length of your body, one hand splayed possessively over your belly. Outside the truck, it started to rain, drops splattering heavily against the windows. “Yeah,” you breathed, hoping he couldn’t sense the quiver in your tone.

“Shame we didn’t come across a motel,” John murmured, hot breath fanning across your throat, the sensation making a beeline to your cunt and your insides clenched. “This ain’t so bad though, right, sweetheart?”

Forcing your eyes shut, you closed your eyes, trying not to think about how easy it would be for him to take you like this. His body was so warm against yours, and even with the material between you, you imagined you could feel his cock pressing into you from behind, inspiring a fresh wave of moisture at your core. John’s nose brushed the shell of your ear, and you couldn’t help the tiny noise that escaped your lips, a moan he didn’t miss.

“What was that?” he asked with a playful tone, the hand on your belly slipping just a little lower.

“Nothing,” you exhaled, shaking your head.

“Hmmm, it didn't sound like nothing.”

He was fucking with you now, you were sure of it. “I can’t sleep,” you complained, still keeping your eyes closed. He hummed again, lips on the back of your neck now, hand gently tugging your lower half harder into his body. “You’re too…”

“Too what?” he teased.

You groaned, finding it increasingly hard to resist the urge to grind back against him. “John,” you mewled, almost choking on air.

“Thought you were cold, sweetheart?” he grunted, pulling your ass flush with his crotch, letting you feel the outline of his erection through the fabric of his pants and yours. You gasped, grabbing the edge of the seat underneath you as you let your body react, pushing back into him.

“Stop calling me that,” you whined.

“What, sweetheart?” He chuckled, lips against your ear again. “Why would I do that when I know how fucking wet it gets you?” The moan you let loose this time was louder, and he laughed, letting his fingers brush underneath the front of your pants. “You think I didn’t notice you squirming away all day? What were you thinking about? Maybe the last time we saw each other?” You nodded, biting your lips when his fingertips crept underneath your waistband. “Hmmm, it’s been on my mind too.”

You writhed in his hold, desperate for his touch to be lower, but he seemed intent on teasing you. Another needy gasp of his name made him laugh again, and you whimpered, pinned in his strong hold. His fingers made short work of the buttons on your jeans, bypassing the thin cotton panties covering you until he was brushing against your wet folds, a low moan reverberating against your ear.

“Goddamn, I forgot how wet this sweet little pussy could get,” he rumbled. “Haven’t forgotten how good you felt wrapped around my cock though, sweetheart. Been losing sleep thinking about it.”

His words made you whimper, and you arched your back as a single fingertip found your clit, circling it as he pressed his lips to your neck. He kept moving his hand, inspiring a shudder that ran up the length of your spine before descending again, and when you parted your thighs to try and give him more room, he chuckled.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

The pet name did exactly what he wanted it to do, and you felt your entire body tighten in anticipation as his hand dug further into your pants, two thick digits finding your soaked entrance. He didn’t hesitate, sinking them into you as far as he could, restricted by the denim but still enough to make you cry out his name in ecstasy. When he pulled his hand away in the next moment, you went to protest, only for him to tug at your pants until they were slipping over your hips.

“Get these off,” he ordered, and you rushed to obey, barely noticing him reaching for his own belt. The backseat of the truck was bigger than the average car, but it still restricted your movements, and it took a few seconds to push your pants down, kicking your sneakers off so you could discard them entirely. John didn’t even bother with his boots, shoving his pants down to his ankles before lifting, forcing you to roll onto your back.

You looked up at him breathlessly, aware of his cock pressing against your inner thigh. “John -”

“Ssh,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you as he reached between your bodies. Instinctively, you lifted your knees, parting your thighs as much as you could, moaning when you felt the thick head of his cock brush through your folds. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, teasing you with the threat of penetration, letting your slick coat his skin.

You couldn’t force the words out, nodding as you stared up at him wide-eyed, feeling the throb in your core. He grinned, kissing you again as he pushed forward, breaching you with one hard stroke, burying himself deep inside. The sound you made was muffled by his lips, and you threw your arms around his neck as he slipped his hands underneath your shoulders, letting his weight pin you down. It was almost suffocating but only in a way that made you feel incredibly satisfied.

He remained still for a moment, looking down at you with an odd look on his face, but you were too drunk on him to give it much thought, squirming in an effort to make him move. When you whined needily, John grinned, rolling his hips into you to let you feel how deep he was. “Impatient?” he chided softly, kissing along your jaw.

You keened quietly, glancing up at the window as the rain got a little harder against, seeing nothing but darkness beyond the glass. “Something like that,” you whispered back, sliding one hand across the back of his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss, rocking your hips to encourage him to move.

He finally started to withdraw, sinking in again before he could escape the clutch of your slick channel entirely, and you moaned on his reentry, trying to find purchase on the leather with your feet. When he slammed into your sweet spot, your toes curled and you moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss to cry out.

“Gonna get you in a bed tomorrow night, sweetheart,” he panted, moving faster, harder, punching the breath out of you with each thrust. You released your hold on him to grab at the headrest with one hand and the door above you with the other, whining through the build up of pleasure as he lifted enough to get better leverage behind his strokes. It was too easy to come apart for him, but he wasn’t satisfied with how quickly you broke. His hand dipped between your bodies, and when his thumb brushed your clit, you cried out, bucking onto him, tossing your head back.

“John!” you gasped, chest heaving.

He grinned, rubbing the tiny bud with the calloused pad of his thumb in time with his thrusts. “Just let go,” he crooned. “Gimme everything you got.”

With a high-pitched cry, you came, arching up as you clung to the headrest. John growled, taking the opportunity to slide his arm underneath your back, fucking you through your orgasm almost like you were a ragdoll. His climax was hot on the heels of yours, drawn out by the pulsing of your walls around him, and he groaned into your throat as he spilled into you, slowing to a stop as his seed dribbled out around his shaft.

Both of you were still and silent as you came down from your respective highs. He nuzzled at your throat, slowly letting you fall back onto the seat, still buried deep. You made no attempt to move, content with the weight of him inside and on top of you, warm from head to toe.

“You said something about a bed,” you mumbled, rolling your head to look at him as he gazed at you.

“Tomorrow night,” he replied, smoothing his hand over your shirt to cup your breast through the fabric. “As spacious as this truck is, I wanna see you all spread out for me.” He leered as you moaned, cunt clenching around his renewing erection. “Sweetheart.”

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[holylulusworld]

Always daddy’s good girl (3) - Kinktober 8

Summary: You are still mad at John...

Rating: lightly explicit

Kinktober Special: Daddy kink

Square 4 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Teasing

Square 15 filled for @spnaubingo​: Public sex

Square 4 filled for @j3bingo​ former @jdmorganmixedbingo 

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, daddy kink, age gap, established relationship, needy John, dirty talk, light smut, unprotected sex, quickie, voyeurism

A/N: 3rd installment to: Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl

Words: 1,3 k

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Another month later John wants you to join the Winchesters for a night out. The last hunt was a piece of cake and now, the boys are up to cheap drinks, fast sex, and celebrating the hunt. Or life in general.

“No,“ you cross your arms over your chest. “Forget it. I won’t go anywhere with you. You still didn’t make things up to me.”

“Doll, don’t be a brat,” John grumbles. He wraps his arms around your waistline from behind to bury his face in your hair. “I apologized. Let daddy buy you drinks and make things up to you some more.”

“Sex and drinks won’t fix that you broke my trust. You just let that guy watch us fuck. I’m not a prude, but letting strangers watch us is a hard limit.”

“I know,” he softly kisses your neck. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This will never happen again. Your man is a jealous and possessive old bastard. But I learned my lesson.”

“I don’t think you did. You only want to get laid again,” you smirk as Sam and Dean walk inside the library. “Look what the cat dragged into the bunker. Two lumberjacks.”

“Did you forgive him?” Dean grumbles. His father is in a bad mood since you forced a dry spell on the hunter. Every chance he gets, John makes sure his sons can’t get laid themselves. 

If John suffers, he won’t let his boys have fun either.

“Like hell,” you size Dean up. “Do you think I’ll just forgive him for what he did? No. Fucking. Way. John Winchester must learn his lesson.”

“What did he do?” Sam huffs as you still refuse to tell them what happened. John presses his lips into a thin line while his sons try to interrogate you. “Y/N, what did he do?”

“He didn’t cheat, right?” the elder brother presses on. “Right?”

“I would’ve castrated him if he cheated on me,” your eyes darken as John tries to kiss your cheek. “If he puts his dick in another pussy, he’s dead.”

“I would never cheat on you, baby,” John mumbles against you. “I swear. You’re the only woman I want. And the only woman I had sex with since we met.”

“Sir, can you not make things up to Y/N? You are on the edge for weeks.”

“Stop asking stupid questions, Winchester.”

Dean easily dodges your attack when you try to punch his chin. 

“No violence, sweetheart.”

“I’ll shoot you,” you grumble, “if you don’t stop asking stupid questions. What happens between me and your daddy is none of your business.”

“Boys, go and change. We will go to the bar and have some drinks. Maybe my girl will forgive me too.”

“In your dreams, Winchester.”

“Careful,” John whispers in your ear. “I’m still your daddy. If you don’t stop acting like a bad girl, I’ll treat you like a bad girl.”

“Well, maybe I should look for a new daddy then,” you wiggle out of John’s embrace.

He sighs deeply as you walk out of the library.

“Baby, I told you that I’m sorry…”

“Just a little more,” you think to yourself. 

John is on the edge. You insisted on dancing tonight. He reluctantly agreed and now, he regrets his decision. You press your ass into his crotch and grind into him.

“Doll,” he warns. “Don’t make me lose control.”

You smirk. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you move your hand behind your head to pat his cheek. “I’m dancing, daddy.”

“You’re getting me hard.”

“That’s not my fault. Maybe you should learn to control your libido, John,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to hold you against his body. John starts to grind his raging hard-on into your ass.

“You are a little troublemaker,” he purrs in your ear. “But I’ll show you how to be a good girl, doll. Daddy will make sure you know whom you belong to.”

Dean watches you turn in his father’s embrace. He chuckles as you shamelessly cup John’s crotch, making even his father blush.

“Sammy, I think we are going to get laid tonight.”

“Dean, we didn’t even talk to one of the women,” Sam huffs. “How do you wanna know that we are going to get laid?“

“Call it a hunch…”

You watch John spread your legs roughly. He darts his tongue out while looking at your dripping cunt.

“See, I told you to not tease your daddy,” he slaps your pussy with his cock, making you whine. It’s been too long for you without sex too. “Do you even deserve my cock?”

John watches you cup your tits. “Cat got your tongue, doll? If I ask you a question,” he slaps your pussy with his hand, “I expect you to answer.”

“Daddy needs to make things up to me,” you coo. “You promised to have sex with me on the Impala to fuck with Dean.

“You really want to mess with my son, huh?”

You giggle.

“I really want to ruin his car with your cum, daddy,” you crook your finger. “Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

John grip one of your thighs. His blunt nails dig into your flesh as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “I think you deserve to get fucked by daddy.”

“I do.”

“Daddy is going to give it to you. I know you have missed my cock.”

He slowly inches his way inside your dripping cunt, not giving away he has something special planned for tonight. “Fuck, you’re always so hard for me, baby.”

“Only for you.”

John hooks your legs over his forearms. He wants to control your body and make sure, you won’t move too much. “Hmm…so good and big…”

“So wet and pretty,” you chuckle at his words. “This is my sweet cunt. The one I own. No one touches what’s mine.”

You’re propping yourself up on your elbows to watch John move his hips. His eyes are glued to his cock sliding in and out of your slicked cunt. He can’t look away, even though, he wants to watch your reaction.

Little gasps and moans leave your lips, letting John know that he hits your sweet spot.

John doesn’t have to look at your face. He already knows your lips parted a long time ago and that your eyes are closed. You always close your eyes when the pleasure gets too much.

“Daddy.”

“Shit, you’re already close, aren’t you?”

“’m gonna cum,” shit, it has been too long for you. Your pussy clamps hard down his cock a few thrusts later, dragging John with you over the edge.

“Damn, babe. I wanted to go for longer,” he breathlessly says. “Fuck…fuckity…fuck. That fucking cunt of yours, doll.”

“I don’t fucking care,” you fall back onto the hood to catch your breath. “I love me a quickie on Dean’s car.”

“You’re a dirty girl.”

“You’re a dirty daddy.”

“What the fuck!!!” 

“Uh-oh. I think Dean caught us red-handed, daddy,” you giggle as John doesn’t give a shit his son walks toward his car. He still rolls his hips to ride your highs out.

“I said – what the fuck are you doing on my car!!” the hunter yells at John and you. “You can’t just fuck on my car!”

“It’s still my car.”

“You gave it to me.”

“Deano don’t be mad. I always dreamed of getting fucked on your car,” you wink at Dean. “Did you enjoy the show too, Sammy?”

“Warn me next time,” Sam shudders, but his eyes drift toward your chest. “Stuff for nightmares. Watching your father fuck your stepmother is the worst.”

“Don’t act as if there is no tent in your pants, Sammy.”

Sam's cheeks turn bright red at your words.

“How about you go back to that pretty girl you were chatting up earlier? I think she wants to ride some dick tonight…”

“You will clean my fucking car,” Dean turns around to storm back toward the bar. “I’m getting drunk to get the images of my father’s naked ass out of my head.”

“It’s a great ass,” you snicker as the brothers hurriedly walk away. “Don’t come home before you got laid. I and your daddy want to christen the bunker tonight…”

“And don’t think you will ever see my girl naked again,” John yells. “She is and always will be daddy’s good girl…” 

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[renren-006]

Hunt | John Winchester x Reader

summery: you meet john winchester, but maybe your not so clueless about the world of the supernatural as john thought you would be

word count: 623

a/n: hey all! i have been so busy at school i havent had time to write but im trying to make a point to finsh most of the request i got and to finsh up some other stories! dont feel bad about sending in more, i love hearing your thoughts. anyways this one is short!

You met John Winchester not too long ago. You were working in a bar in North Dakota when he showed up. He was younger then, and his boys were just hitting their teenage years. You were younger too, spry, good looking and one hell of a bartender. You were smart too, you caught on quickly to what was happening in that little town. Course it wasn't the first skin walker to live in the area and hopefully was the last. When John came in asking about the town and the disappearances. 

“Hey” John had said to you, you smiled sweetly at him. “Do you know anything weird around town?” you caught on there fast. 

“You mean the 4 locals that have gone missing since the summer started?” i asked him, “no not at all” the sarcasm rolled off your tongue with ease. You smiled back before passing him a beer. “Look weird shit has been happening here every summer since i started living here”

“How long have you lived here?” He asked you.

“About 5 years…After I graduated I decided I wanted some scenery change and since then haven't left here.”

“So bartending was your…”

“My dream? Absolutely not but I'm a people person and talking to the locals and the passing throat makes my day. "You told him, “Plus the weird things that happen around this area have kept me intrigued” John was interested now. You had left out a few details, the skinwalker in the local area was not the only thing that ever crossed into this town. There was a local ghost that haunted for a year before she was put down. She haunted the local library, before then it was an old orphanage and the little girl had been killed so, it was a tragic story that you did your own research about. 

“What do you mean?” John asked. You smiled, you held up your hand to let him know you'll be back while you swerved at one of the locals before circling back to him. 

“Look, I've been out here for 5 years, I know hunters when I see them now” you told him, leaning over the counter. “The skinwalker that's here, he terrorizes women, which is weird, but look there's only so many of us in this town. Do you get what i'm saying”

“You think hell be after you soon”

“Yes, I'm young, I fit the profile and if I went missing the only people that would miss me would be the men I serve their beer too. I have no family, no boyfriend, no child, i'm the perfect candidate”

“What if you stayed with you?” John asked you, “me and my boys?” 

“I've got an extra bed and a couch” you told him. 

“Meet you after your shift?”

“I get off at 5” you told him.

Those few nights John stayed with you, you felt like the safest girl in the world. You gotta know Sam and Dean extremely well for those days. Dean was hard to let you in, after all your nagging he finally did, and Sam well he already opened his heart to you early on after he saw how his Father reacted to your presence. You liked John, it was obvious. When he was packing up to leave that Saturday the light rain made it worse. “Here” you said strolling out ot the car. You handed john a piece of paper, on it was your number. “I know you have to go, but keep in touch okay?” 

“Ill try” 

“You better do more than try John Winchester, or i’ll be the one to hunt you down” you told him. He chuckled before he got in the car and left with the boys.

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[samdeancass]

Standing on the Side lines

Requested by: @cokecola4211

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, John x daughter!reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff

Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Y/N

T/W: Reader has autism, Meltdown.

A/N: I have a younger brother who has autism. If you need any support or just need somebody to talk to, don't hesitate to drop me a message.

Description: When Y/N has a meltdown after things around her become too much  to handle, Sam and Dean come to her rescue and help her through it. John, however, stands on the sidelines not knowing what to do.

Being a hunter is hard enough, but being a hunter with autism is a completely different story. Most of the situations you had been in, you were able to handle, but there are one or two times where you just had to let everything out, with your brothers there to help you through it. 

You, Sam, Dean and your dad were all on a family hunting trip to gank a very powerful ghost. You were already feeling a little weary of the bar you had just entered, seeing a bunch of off-putting people outside but the new sounds invading your ears and the irritating smells making their way into your nose, you were finding it harder and harder to keep yourself calm.

Sam and Dean noticed that your breathing was beginning to quicken so they thought it best to grab a table at the very back of the bar, completely out of everyone’s way. John made his way to the bar to order the drinks as you took your seat at the table, holding your head in your hands, trying to shield away from the world.

You could feel a squeezing on your knee and you immediately knew that it was Sam trying to calm you down, it was yours and his thing whenever anything gets too much. You could feel your heartbeat slow a little as your body began to calm down. 

John walked back over to the table with four drinks in hand, sliding yours over to you but you slid it right back. “That’s not what I have.” John furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Yes it is, a plain orange juice. What you always have.” Tears began to prickle in your eyes as the anxiety began to build up again. “No, it’s not.” “C’mon Y/N, just drink the damn thing.” 

You stood up, slamming your fists on the table. “NO, IT’S NOT THE SAME! THERE’S ICE AND I DON’T LIKE ICE!” Sam and Dean immediately stood up by you and wrapped their arms around you, trying to create as much pressure as possible to calm you down. They whispered calming thoughts in your ears and eventually managed to sit you back down but you wouldn’t look your dad in the eye. 

John stood at the other end of the table, completely dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to do in a situation like that. Watching his daughter scream at him, then his sons calming her down. He felt completely useless standing on the side lines. Dean turned to his father with a disappointed look on his face. “You should know better than that dad. She has autism, remember? She has to have the same exact thing every time, otherwise well, that’ll happen. It’s hard for her to come into new places like this, with new noises and smells but she does it for you, even though it stresses her out to high heaven.”

Sam wrapped his arm around your shoulders and stood you up with him. “We’re going to take her back to the motel so she can get some rest. From now on, Y/N gets to choose where we stop off. She doesn’t need the added stress of everything.” Sam guided you out of the bar and helped you into the back seat of the Impala before slipping into the passenger seat. 

Dean stood up and began to make his way towards the door before turning back around to face his father. “Spend a little more time with Y/N, then you’ll get to understand her better. How to help her when things become too much for her, that’s how you become useful. I’ll be back to pick you up when she’s asleep.”

He patted his fathers shoulder before heading out of the door towards the car, leaving John to mellow in his thoughts and to work through the event that has just played out in front of him.

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[julesthequirky]

Brat Masterlist

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: John’s not your dad and nor does he want to be, which is fine by you. But what he does believe in is disciplining the unruly. As your mother’s ex and technically your closest father figure, John takes it upon himself to fix your behavior and attitude, but you’re not having any of it and decide to fight his efforts every step of the way.

Characters/Pairings: Step Brother!Sam x Step Sister!Reader, Step Brother!Dean x Step Sister!Reader, Step Dad!John Winchester x Step Daughter!Reader, Claire x Reader, Mr. Novak x Reader, Jack, OFC Joanie.

General overall Warnings: Stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, stepbrother/stepsister relationship, oral (male and female receiving), degradation, threesomes, consensual amateur pornography, centerfold image, size kink, bratty reader, underage drinking, drug use.

Chapters will have more specific warnings regarding content.

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Chapter One

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[bi-bard]

Childhood Memories - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Childhood Memories

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader (14)

Word Count: 2,478 words

Warning(s): abuse (emotional, physical), John Winchester, family member death

Summary: (Early season 8) (Y/n) finds themself in a set of strange scenes that are far more important than they would've considered.

Author's Note: I mentioned this happened in "Bad Guy" a while ago... and then promptly forgot I ever said anything about it. So... yeah... here's this.

Third addition to my trend of showing how much hate I have for John Winchester.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE! (This has references to another imagine for this OC; that one is called "What Happened While Dean Was in Purgatory?")

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I have never been as confused as I was when I found myself at the bottom of a set of stairs in some random ass house.

I looked towards the TV that I could hear going. I tilted my head at the man sitting there.

I took slow steps over to him, worried about making him jump and react. I really didn't need to get my ass kicked right now.

As I made it around the chair, the man didn't react. Not even a little bit.

"Hello," I said.

Nothing.

I reached out a hand and waved it in front of his face. No reaction. I snapped my fingers. Nothing at all.

He couldn't see me.

I walked away from him and started up the stairs. I had been placed there, maybe whoever sent me there wanted me to go upstairs. I caught sight of a calendar on my way. November 1983.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I started walking down the short hallway.

There was one door open. It was a nursery. I moved toward the crib. There was a baby laying there. I looked to the door when I heard footsteps getting closer.

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother."

It was a woman. Blonde, very pretty, wearing a white nightgown. She was carrying a little boy into the room. She carefully set him down so he could run over to the crib. I knew her. I just couldn't put a name to her face.

"Goodnight, Sam," I looked at the little boy as he placed a kiss on his little brother's forehead. His mom followed after him, placing a kiss on her baby's head.

Sam...

"Hey, Dean," I looked at the door. The man from earlier was standing in the doorway. Dean ran over to hug his dad.

Sam and Dean.

If these two were Sam and Dean, then the adults had to be Mary and John. My eyes went wide as I realized what I was seeing.

I watched Mary walk out, soon followed by John carrying Dean. I looked back at Sam's crib. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"How did I get stuck here," I muttered before sighing. "Not like you can answer me, huh, Sammy?"

I took a few steps forward, going to leave the room. It was like the scene changed around me. I felt like my center of balance was thrown.

I turned back toward the crib; hearing Sam go from crying to settled.

There was a man standing there now. All I could clearly see was his long jacket. I walked back to the crib. The light outside revealed more details of his face. It was not John.

"Hey," I snapped. Whatever it was didn't react. His finger was pricked. I watched a drop of blood fall into Sam's mouth. "Hey! Leave him alone!"

"John, is he hungry," I looked at Mary. The man just shushed her. "Okay."

"Mary," I said. "Mary!"

I went to jog out of the room. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the scene changed again.

I was running outside instead of into the hallway. There were firetrucks at the end of the path. I looked up at the building. The nursery was on fire.

1983.

It all clicked.

Bobby had told me about it after I begged him to. I wanted to know more about the men who had started raising me. He only explained the big things... including this.

I took off toward the firetrucks.

Leaning on the impala was John. His face was emotionless as he held Sam close to him. Dean was leaning on his dad's arm.

This was the night their mom died.

And I had watched it happen.

The next time I blinked, I found myself in a motel room.

John walked into the main room, holding a shotgun and a bag. Sam was sitting on a chair, watching some cartoon on TV. Dean was by a small table, looking down at a handprint in a photo. He couldn't have been more than 10 years old.

"Alright," John said. "You know the drill, Dean. Anybody calls, you don't pick up. If it's me, I'll ring once and then call back. You got that?"

Dean nodded, muttering about how many times he and John had gone over the same thing.

"If I'm not back Sunday night-"

"Call Pastor Jim."

"Lock the doors, the windows, close the shades, and most important-"

"Watch out for Sammy, I know."

"And if something tries to bust in?"

"Shoot first, ask questions later."

Yes. A great lesson for a ten-year-old.

John left and Dean locked the door.

I watched as Dean made Sam some food and made sure he was safe. I sat down across from him.

"This is why you had me stay with Bobby," I muttered. "Make sure I was protected by someone instead of having to protect someone else."

I watched the scene change again. Sam was in bed. I watched Dean start walking out the door. I didn't want to follow him. I walked over and knelt next to Sam.

I could only imagine the nightmares he would have at night.

I heard a noise from outside the room and immediately stood up.

Something walked in and started walking to Sam. I frantically reached around for a gun or knife or something. Of course, this weird dream version of me didn't have any kind of weapon.

I was just stuck being incredibly useless. I saw Dean walk in and nothing broke my heart more than watching a ten-year-old Dean pick up a shotgun and get ready to fire it.

"Get out of the way!"

I knew nothing could hurt me, but I quickly ducked out of the way and covered my head when John walked in and shot at the monster. It ran out through the window.

John ran over and picked up Sam, checking to make sure that he was okay.

"What happened," John looked at Dean, who had just dared to peek his head around the doorframe.

"I just went out," Dean replied.

"What?"

"Just for a second."

"I told you not to leave this room. I told you not to let him out of your sight."

"He's a child," I said as if John could hear me. "It's not his job to raise your other damn kid! Why didn't you call your buddy to make sure they were safe? Why does Dean have to play hero for you?"

I watched the scene fade around me again. I closed my eyes for a minute and sighed.

I was standing in Bobby's living room. He was pacing around with a phone in his hand.

"No, we didn't shoot rifles, as a matter of fact," Bobby said. "We threw a ball around."

I didn't hear John's responses to anything Bobby said.

"He's a kid, John," Bobby snapped. "They both are! They're entitled."

"Yeah, I know I ain't their dad!"

He hung up and threw the phone on the couch.

I couldn't help the tears in my eyes.

They had all refused to have me hunt or train or mess with anything other than books. It took two years to get Bobby to start letting me prepare myself and that wasn't so I could join the boys. That was so I could defend myself if anything got to me before they could. I didn't start traveling with them until last year. I think I would still be spending most of my time with Bobby if... you know what hadn't happened.

Was that all because of John?

Was that why Dean and Sam were so adamant on having me stay with Bobby? Having me keep away from weapons and fighting and training?

As the scene faded again, I felt my heart sink. I didn't want to leave Bobby. Not yet. I missed him too much.

I looked around at another living room. A dusty pink couch with a preteen- maybe- sitting on it. Dean. Damn. We were probably around the same age whenever this happened.

Handcuffs were slapped on his wrists and a cop was standing there. Another man was standing in the room. I had never seen this man before.

"Steven Hewlett caught him red-handed stealing up at his store," the cop explained.

"What did he take," the other man asked.

"Get this, bread and peanut butter."

"Okay," the man muttered. "How about family?"

"His old man called," the cop replied. "Once he found out what happened, he said let him rot in jail."

"Right, because it's Dean's fault that you couldn't help feed your kids," I mumbled, going to sit next to Dean on the couch.

I looked at his forearms. Bruises. My stomach churned. I hope those were from the cop.

"Judge is off on a fishing trip," the cop explained. "Too young to leave in county, so we thought it best he stay here till arraignment."

"Don't see why not, man," the guy nodded.

"Appreciate it, Sonny," the cop pulled his sunglasses off, revealing a bruise on his face.

"Where'd you get the shiner," Sonny asked.

Dean chuckled.

"Of course," I mumbled. I knew that Dean used to have a quicker fuse, especially with law enforcement.

After a quick argument, the deputy left the building... with the key to the handcuffs.

Sonny sat down across from Dean, stopping when he saw his forearms.

"Deputy do that," Sonny asked. Dean scoffed. "What, your old man?"

Dean wouldn't make eye contact. Just stared at the wall as he shook his head.

"Well, then, how'd you get it?"

"Werewolf," he answered simply, clenching his jaw.

"No way," I said, again, as if he could hear me. "Werewolves wouldn't do that without leaving some kind of scratch."

I let out a sigh and stood up from the couch, heading toward the front door of the house.

"I would've killed that son of bitch if a demon hadn't beat me to it."

As I walked through the front door of the house, I found myself in another motel room. Dean was older now. Probably 17. He was pacing around the room, nervously running his hand over his face.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

He froze up when the room door opened.

John walked in, throwing his duffel bag on the motel bed. He looked around.

"Hey, Dad," Dean greeted awkwardly. I took a few steps toward them.

"Hey, Dean," John scoffed a little at the greeting. "Where's Sammy?"

Dean didn't answer.

I looked around the room. Where the hell was Sam? If Dean was 17, it's not like Sam was off at college already.

"Dean," I looked back at John. "Where's Sam?"

"I... I don't know," Dean finally answered. "He... He ran off at some point. I don't know when or where he went."

"What," John snapped.

"I'm sorry," Dean added quickly.

John grabbed Dean's shirt and slammed his back into the wall, "How stupid do you have to be?!"

"Hey!"

I stepped forward just as John picked up his hand.

"No!"

The scene disappeared again before I saw the hit land, but I heard it. It echoed around me, almost hurting my ears. I closed my eyes tightly and looked down.

When I looked back up, it was a different motel room.

Sam was back now. I saw him throwing stuff in his bag. He looked much more like the Sam I knew.

Dean was just watching, silent and clearly a bit scared. John was yelling at Sam.

"You applied for college! What in your right mind made you think to do that," John asked.

Oh, I knew what this was.

"I don't want to be in this life forever," Sam explained. "I've got a full ride! This is a good thing!"

"So you're fine just abandoning your brother and me," John stepped forward, getting right in Sam's face.

"You had no problem abandoning them," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You would abandon us," Sam snapped. "I'm just going to college."

"How selfish do you have to be?"

"Selfish," Sam shouted back. "I am not the one forcing his kids into a life that they don't want! I didn't mess them up for the rest of their lives!"

"Listen here, you little-"

John grabbed the front of Sam's shirt, but Sam shoved him backward. Hard. John stumbled a bit as Sam threw his bag over his shoulder and started heading toward the door.

"If you walk out that door, I don't want to ever see you again," John said. "Got that?"

"Got it," Sam replied before storming out.

As the door slammed behind him, I heard voices start echoing around me. Shouting. A lot of shouting. All John and Sam. It was years of fighting and arguments all layering on top of each other. Every time that John treated Sam like shit and Sam fought back.

I put my hands over my ears, trying to silence everything as the voices just got louder and louder. My eyes welled up with tears again. It hurt. It really hurt. My head was killing me.

I took a deep breath as I suddenly shot up in a motel bed.

Memories started flooding back immediately. We were hunting a witch. I had been hit by something. That's when I found myself on the steps. I must've been unconscious the whole time.

"(Y/n)," Sam sat on the edge of the motel bed I had been laying in.

I jumped forward, hugging him tightly.

"Hey, it's okay," he muttered.

"I forgive you," I said quickly.

"Okay, okay," he hugged me a little tighter. "It's okay. I'm right here."

I sat there hugging him and crying against his shoulder until Dean showed up. I stood up when I saw him, getting a little dizzy when I did. I ignored that and quickly walked over and hugged him tightly.

"Thank God," Dean muttered as he hugged me back. "Killing the witch worked. How are you feeling, kid?"

"Just tired," I mumbled, closing my eyes. "And hungry."

Dean chuckled, "Alright, alright. Let me go and I'll grab us some food."

He left again a few minutes later, leaving Sam and me in the motel room again. I sat on the mattress again.

"What happened," he asked. I tilted my head. "You woke up and immediately said that you forgave me. What happened?"

I let out a sigh, "I... I don't know what that witch did, but I... I ended up in weird flashes of you and Dean's childhood. I saw a lot of John... and how he treated you guys."

Sam tensed a little and looked down for a moment, "That doesn't excuse what I did."

"I know, but... I forgive you," I insisted. "I needed you to know that, Sam."

He nodded and grinned at me, "I'm glad."

I grinned back.

So was I.

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I fucking FINALLY got comments on my John Winchester fics!

Nearly teared up, ngl 🥺

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John Winchester NSFW Alphabet

A few people asked for a John Winchester NSFW Alphabet, these don’t take incredibly too long, so here it is. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

John does his best to try to be caring and supportive after sex, but he’s had such a hard time connecting with someone on a personal level after Mary died that sometimes he’s a bit cold to the idea of being romantic after sex. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

John doesn’t like anything about himself. After years of self-hating, there is nothing about himself that he likes. But something he loves on a woman is her hands. The soft caress of someone’s hands can absolutely take his breath away.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Anytime John has sex with someone, he’s not usually prepared so it’s very likely that when someone is having sex with John he’s going to finish inside of them. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John sometimes likes the person he is with to handcuff him and to get rough with him. John isn’t afraid of a little rough play. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

John knows what he is doing, especially if he is focuses. You just really have to get him in the right mood where he can absolutely make your night.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Spooning from Behind. It’s very intimate and intimacy is something that John has been missing from his life, so when he can get something like this, he takes it. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

John usually takes sex pretty seriously. He may say something to make the person he is with smile, but he’s not much of a goofy man. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering John is always on the road, it’s rare to get him to really care about the grooming aspect of things. If you’re in a long, committed relationship with John Winchester, he might try to do it at times, but if you’re just getting a quick romp in with John, it’s likely you’re going to get him as he is. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he feels some kind of connection to the person he is with, John can get quite romantic with the person he is with. But if he doesn’t have that bond with someone, he lacks intimacy very much so. Sex is just a way for him to get a release from everything that he had been keeping bottled up inside. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

John is a shower or morning masturbator. He doesn’t really have the time to masturbate considering he’s always on some kind of job with hunting, but in the mornings, if he wakes up with a hard on, he’ll often hop in the shower and rub one out. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

With the kind of life that he lives, John sometimes likes a little pain in sex. Biting, spanking, handcuffing, scratching...the more pain the better sometimes. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Before he gave the impala to Dean, he would have picked the back of the Impala, but considering the times he’s a get what you can get kind of person. A bed is probably the place he longs for the most because it’s the most normal thing he can get in a relationship sometimes. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Adrenaline kicks. If you almost died or just got in a big fight? The adrenaline of it all would definitely turn John on. Especially if you helped him. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While John likes to be hurt himself, he wouldn’t want to hurt the person that he was with. Just because everyone he loves he has seen hurt and he wouldn’t like the same to happen to his lover. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Due to the fact he doesn’t get to have a release as often as he would like, John goes pretty wild over getting a blowjob. He likes receiving and he likes it a lot. Usually he doesn’t have the time to do a lot of foreplay because of his schedule, but if he can get it in, he loves it. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the situation. If you’re in a tight spot, it’s rough and fast. If you have a night together with John, he wants to draw things out as long as he possibly can. More often than not, rough and quick is the only outcome for someone with John, but he still lives to have those special moments. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In his life, John has to take a lot of the quickies if he wants to get sex in at all. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

John’s entire life is risky. Nothing is going to scare him when it comes to experimenting with John. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Like with life, John could keep going and going if he had to. But with the fear of something attacking at all times, he likes to keep things short. Get him on a good day though and there are no doubts that you could get a few good sessions out with him. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

John wouldn’t mind playing with toys. If anything gave him some kind of pleasure from pain, he would be all for it. It also wouldn’t upset him to watch his lover using a vibrator while trying to pull his attention away from his work and studying. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

without meaning to, sometimes John could be a bit unfair and selfish. He wants to make his lover orgasm, but can get carried away sometimes. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

With the life he’s had to live, John’s pretty good at keeping quiet, but if you really get him relaxed and have a special moment with him, he can get quite loud. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There have been times where John would find excitement in having sex in dangerous situations. If he had to wait out a group of vampires, he would have sex with his lover, forcing them to be quiet so they didn’t get caught. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

John is slightly above average and thick. Thick enough to be a bit uncomfortable at first for someone so it takes some time getting used to. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

John’s sex drive isn’t as big as it could be since he has an obsession with the supernatural and he can get quite obsessed with that instead of something sexual. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

A lot of times, John will definitely pass out if it’s in a hotel room or somewhere safe because he rarely gets sleep as it is. Mostly though, he might just get up and keep doing more work or research because his mind never turns off. 

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥

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!warning! these fics will include size differences, innocent kink, age gaps, glory holes, use of women for men's pleasure, dirty talk, cheating kink, and possible dark content (depending on the character). all characters/reader are of age.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 - steve kemp

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𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒚𝒆𝒓 - andy barber

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𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏 - tangerine

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒄𝒌 - jake wyler

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - colin shea

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏 - lloyd hansen 

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 - mark kincaid 

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𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒚 - lance tucker

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 - ransom drysdale

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒙𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 - curtis everett

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𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 - luke danes

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 - mickey altieri 

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆 - frank adler

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒇 - lee bodecker

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 - clark kent (henry cavill)

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𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅 - jake jensen 

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 - max burnett

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 - logan howlett

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 - billy loomis

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𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 - john winchester

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𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 - ari levinson

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𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 - steve rogers

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙-𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒏 - sam wilson

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓 - willy wonka

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 - patrick hockstetter

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John Winchester

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[kittenofdoomage]

Gamblin' Man

Summary: He’s not going to let it drop, not until he gets what he wants.

Prompt: John Winchester, in church, vibrating panties

Pairing: John Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 3924

Warnings: sexual wagering, smut, sex toys/vibrating panties, inappropriate public behavior (in a church, and other places), teasing, edging, unprotected smut, exceptionally brief anal play, begging, dirty talk/degrading language, fluff (sorta), slight Daddy kink, age gap (reader is around Dean’s age), hunting (canon-level violence and gore).

Dedicated to @impala-dreamer who always encourages dirty John thoughts.

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The wet thud of the werewolf’s head on the ground was more satisfying than it probably should have been, but you and John had been tracking the pack for over a week now, so it was a good feeling to finally put them down. They had left a trail of carnage across the Midwest, leading you on a hell of a chase; you hadn’t even been sure how many of them there were.

A gunshot made you turn just as the last werewolf dropped from the silver bullet, revealing John standing behind him. You grinned, lifting up your machete triumphantly. “And you said I wouldn’t need this.”

He chuckled, walking over to the decapitated monster, putting a single silver round in his chest just to make sure. “You lost,” he pointed out.

The comment made you frown. “Huh?”

“You said it was four at most.”

“Really?” you asked pointedly. “You’re holding me to that.”

“Bet your sweet ass I am,” he smirked. “We shook on it.”

“I thought you were joking.”

“Well I wasn’t.”

With a groan, you turned away, surveying the scene. There had been six werewolves altogether. The other four were inside the house, and you knew there was no leaving until the two on the lawn were inside with them, and the whole building was torched. Luckily, the farmhouse was miles away from town, so the fire wouldn’t be noticed quickly.

John didn’t press the subject of the bet while you covered up the slaughter, and by the time you were in the truck on the way back to the motel, you could barely keep your eyes open. He waited, of course, until you were inside, closing the door and locking it.

“About my winnings,” he started.

You grunted, turning your head to look at him in disbelief. “Seriously. It was a joke, we didn’t even say how much.”

“I’m not after money.”

The way he said it gave you pause, but you were far too tired to continue with any bartering. It was nearing dawn, and you needed a few hours of sleep before getting into conversations about supposed bets. Not that he’d let it go even when you woke up.

“John, I’m exhausted. If I agree you won, can we just go to bed?”

His smirk widened. “Fine. As long as you agree to whatever I want.”

“Whatever,” you yawned, barely managing to get your pants off before you tumbled into the covers, “just lemme sleep.”

It took only a few minutes for you to doze off, just long enough for you to feel the dip of the bed as he climbed in behind you, one strong arm encircling your waist. You smiled and slipped into unconsciousness, forgetting all about the bet.

His warmth was gone the next morning when you woke to the sound of the door closing. You sat up and yawned, smiling sleepily as John as he approached with a drink in one hand and a bag with a cartoon bagel on it in the other. “Breakfast,” he offered, handing it over.

You opened the bag, inhaling the deliciously warm scent from inside. “Mmm, thank you.” Eating in bed only seemed uncomfortable, and you needed to pee anyway, so you got out, dropping your food and drink onto the table before heading for the bathroom. When you came out, John was at the table waiting, sipping his usual black coffee.

“Where are we heading today?” you asked, pulling out your breakfast.

He tapped a folded paper next to his unwrapped sandwich. “Duluth. Got a lead on something. Flimsy but it’s enough.”

Biting into your bagel, you groaned at the taste, chewing slowly to enjoy it. “These are almost as good as the ones in that little deli we found - where was it?”

“Colorado. Brent’s Bagels.”

“Yeah. We haven’t been to Colorado in ages.”

He chuckled, watching you as you ate, a pensive expression on his face like he was waiting to say something. You didn’t pay much attention to it, too hungry to think beyond filling your stomach. Once the last bite was gone, you licked your fingers clean, then looked at him properly, smiling brightly.

“You haven’t forgotten what we talked about last night?” he murmured, leaning back with one hand on the table.

You rolled your eyes, picking up your drink. “No,” you replied.

“Good. Because I decided what I want.”

The way he said it made you guess that whatever he wanted was sexual in nature and you weren’t surprised. Despite his stoic outward attitude, in private John had the capability to be incredibly kinky, and there wasn’t much you’d let him do that you didn’t enjoy. No doubt he’d thought about what he wanted a lot, and you knew when he got up to go for his bag, that he had definitely thought ahead.

He pulled something from the duffel, turning around and returning to drop it on the table. It was a rectangular box with a female model on the front, showcasing the contents - a single pair of black panties. You picked them up, reading the box, realizing quickly that they were vibrating panties.

Looking up at him, your eyebrows lifted. “Really? You want me to wear these?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Right now?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“John -”

“I can pick something else if you like,” he interrupted, the leer on his face getting a little wider. “And I got plenty of ideas, sweetheart.”

The expression on his handsome features spoke volumes - this was probably the least of the ideas he’d come up with, and John Winchester was not short on imagination where it came to sex. You swallowed, looking at the box again, still thinking of excuses.

“I can’t wear these if we’re on a case,” you stuttered. “What if we get into a fight with something?”

He chuckled, pulling the remote out of his pocket. “It’ll only go off as long as I’m holding the button,” he explained. “You won’t even notice them.” Pulling the panties from the box, you ran your fingers over the soft material. “See,” he prompted, “inconspicuous.”

You sniffed, your hesitation clear. “How loud are they?”

“Baby girl,” he chided. “I’m a little more subtle than that.”

Fixing your gaze on him, you pulled a face, remembering just how subtle he’d been when he’d fucked you in the parking lot of a Denny’s, right over the back of his truck. “Not always.”

“I promise,” he reached out to take your hand, “no one will know except you and me.”

He wasn’t wrong about how discreet the panties were. Before you’d put them on, you’d asked him to turn them on, just to see how loud they were, and you had to admit, for how powerful the vibration was, they were fairly quiet. Once you had them on, you found them to be comfortable and soft, and though you could feel the pad of the vibrating insert pressed up against you, it was no worse than a sanitary towel.

Of course, John had to test them out. The sudden vibration had shocked you, and after only a few seconds, you felt flustered and aroused, and John chuckled as he turned them off and pocketed the remote.

A four-hour drive only provided him with more “testing” time. He’d tried every setting, taking great pleasure in watching you writhe in the passenger seat of his truck, trying to catch you off guard with it. By the time you reached Duluth, your pussy was aching, desperate to be filled by something, anything, so you could cum.

“How are you feeling?” John asked, pulling the truck into the parking lot of the latest motel you’d call home.

“I hate you,” you shivered, still panting from his last round of torture.

He laughed, and you scowled, folding your arms across your chest and ignoring him as he got out of the truck. You waited while he checked in, and when he returned with the key, he was still smirking. “Let’s go,” he ordered, grabbing his bag from the back seat.

“What’s our first stop?” you asked, still slightly bitter as you climbed out of the truck.

“All three victims were members of a local church group. I figure we start there.”

“Great.”

You hated wearing the fed suit, and having vibrating panties on underneath them didn’t make it any better, but John didn’t set them off again. Working a case made distraction easy, and you’d almost forgotten about your kinky underwear when you followed him into the church where a choir was practicing loudly. He took the lead, engaging with a priest by the name of Father Teddy, introducing himself as Agent May and you as Agent Taylor.

“Apologies for the noise,” Father Teddy said, leading you away, but not far enough that you couldn’t hear them. “Unfortunately, the good acoustics in here mean that the sound is inescapable.”

“Ah, it’s not a problem,” John drawled, all charm. His hand snaked into his pocket, and you went still, hoping he wasn’t going to -

The panties buzzed to life. You tried to keep your composure, focusing on the questions that John was asking, but after a few minutes, you were feeling the heat in your face and the wetness the vibration was provoking. There was a pew behind you, and you took a slight step back to grab it, hoping to stave off the quivering in your thighs. John’s eyes slid to you, the curve of his lips turning gleeful as you shuddered from head to toe.

Your action caught Father Teddy’s attention, the absolute last thing you wanted to happen when you could feel the buzzing get stronger, your pussy gushing in response.

“Are you alright, Miss?” the priest asked softly, reaching out one hand to you when you gripped the pew tightly to balance yourself. “You look a little flushed.”

The choir rose to a louder volume on the final chorus and you fixed a shaky grin on the elderly gentleman. “I think I need a little air,” you gasped, turning your attention to John with an urgent look. “Agent May?”

John was barely containing his smirk, and the vibration at your core ceased as he pulled his hand out of his pocket. “Thanks for your help, Father.”

The priest nodded, though he seemed thoroughly concerned with your disheveled state. “Of course, Agent. If there’s anything else I can help with, please let me know.” His head turned to you again. “I hope you feel better soon, Agent Taylor.”

Your smile was tight and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough now your composure was returning. You hurried down the carpeted walkway, bursting out of the huge oak doors with John hot on your tail, his mirth bubbling to the surface once you were outside. Whirling on him, you slapped at his shoulder, scowling when he only laughed harder.

“You’re an ass.”

“What?” he snorted through his laughter. “He didn’t know what was going on!”

“We were in a church,” you seethed, almost hissing at him. “Ugh, you’re such a pig.”

“Didn’t seem like you weren’t enjoying it,” he retorted, voice turning to a low rumble that had exactly the effect on you that he was expecting. With a strained groan, you turned away, striding to the car with the intent of ignoring him, but you’d forgotten one thing.

He still had the remote.

The panties buzzed to life, and the shock of it made you gasp and trip; the truck door broke your fall, palms holding your weight against the sun-warmed window as John turned the vibration up to max. You sucked in oxygen, the arousal you’d felt moments before in the church returning ten-fold.

John approached slowly, and you saw him look around in the glass reflection in front of you before he pressed up against your back, running the hand not on the remote down your side and over your hip. “Tell me how wet you are now, baby girl.”

Your breath fogged against the glass. “J-John -”

“Uh-uh,” he scolded, letting his hand slide around to your front, holding steady right over where the panties were driving you crazy. “You said you’d play the game, princess, and I’m not done yet.”

You moaned, unable to stop your hips rutting back against him. Even though it was broad daylight and outside a church, you would have given anything to have him take you right there. His name left your lips again, needier this time, a higher pitch to reflect the want in your core.

“You still got eighteen hours,” he reminded you, and you exhaled a shaky cry as the vibration stopped, but John didn’t move away. “How about a new deal?”

You didn’t move. “What?”

He chuckled again, grazing his lips over the back of your neck. “I bet you can’t last the whole twenty four hours,” he taunted. “I bet, you break before it’s even dark, and beg me to fuck that pretty little pussy until you can’t see straight.”

A lump formed in your throat, a mixture of your desire to get fucked and your reluctance to let him “win”. “W-what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?”

You had no idea, scrambling to think of something, anything. “Uh -”

“Why don’t you think on it?” he murmured, lips against the shell of your ear now. “We still got witnesses to interview anyway.”

“John,” you whispered desperately.

“What?”

“Please don’t use it when we’re talking to people,” you begged, turning in his hold when he gave you the space. You looked up at him pleadingly. “I can’t… I can’t think straight when I’m horny. It’s dangerous.”

His smile dropped away, genuine concern on his handsome face. He lifted his hand, caressing your jaw gently. “I promise, baby girl. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” You smiled, placing your hand against his chest and leaning into him. “Can’t say it wasn’t adorable to see you all flustered like that though.”

You groaned, ducking out of his hold to walk around the truck to your side. “You’re an asshole.”

It took around four hours for you to realize you weren’t going to win. He’d behaved around the witnesses, though you couldn’t say the same for the trip to the morgue, after which you’d decided you needed a break, and persuaded him to let you go to the grocery store while he checked out the town’s history. The hunt was most likely a spirit, and no one had died yet, so the need to find whatever or whoever it was wasn’t as pressing.

Your hour alone was blissful, and you picked up enough supplies for a few days, finishing up way before John was supposed to pick you up. There was a bench outside, far enough away from the entrance that no one would bother you, so you took advantage of the pleasant afternoon sunshine to wait for him.

Around five minutes after you had sat down, the vibrator in your panties began to buzz lightly. Your head shot up, eyes scanning the lot for his truck, but there were too many larger vehicles obstructing others to be sure he wasn’t there. Maybe the damn thing was malfunctioning.

The buzzing got stronger, and you tried to ignore it, gritting your teeth as you clutched the edge of the bench, still looking for him. It had to be him, and he was fucking with you again, probably watching you gleefully. You wanted to get up and go look for him, but you couldn’t focus, panting heavily as the vibration only grew more intense.

Grabbing your phone, you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips, drawing a curious stare from an employee wheeling carts back to the store. You could barely type a message out, telling him to stop, and you were relieved when only a second later, the panties stopped, except your whole body was still electrified from the stimulation. Looking up, you spotted his truck, pulling out from behind a large white van; he was on the phone, smirking at you infuriatingly as he drove closer.

“Thanks, Bobby,” was all you heard as he rolled to a stop and hung up. “You look a little flustered, princess. This thing’s got good range, huh?”

You glared at him, dumping the groceries in the back before climbing in without a word. He only laughed, pulling away from the curb as you stewed beside him.

The back roads were quiet. You stared out of the window, feeling your irritation fading. John hummed along to the radio, both hands on the wheel where you could see them. After a while, he looked at you, a hint of concern in his voice when he spoke. “You know,” he began softly. “If this is really that bad, we can stop. It’s not exactly fun if you’re not enjoying it.”

You clenched your jaw then relaxed it. “I don’t wanna stop,” you muttered, twisting in your seat. “I just wanna cum.”

His eyes widened, then a smile spread across his face. “That’s why you’re all grumpy?” 

“I’m not grumpy,” you growled. “I’m horny. If I’d known it was gonna be this bad, I’d have… fuck…” You threw your head back against the seat, groaning loudly at your own stubbornness. It wouldn’t be hard to just let him win, let him fuck you, to just beg for him like he wanted.

“All you gotta do is ask,” John drawled casually, reaching into his pocket. “If you think about it, you’re torturing yourself.”

The panties came to life, buzzing against your sensitive sex. You cried out, grabbing for the door as if it would ground you, even though it did nothing as he turned the vibration up. “John!”

“Say the magic words, baby, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“You’re an -” You grunted when he turned them up to the highest level. “ -aaaaass.” The word turned into a low moan, and you ground yourself into the seat, fruitlessly seeking more friction. 

He wasn’t even watching you, keeping his attention on the road. “Now I just wanna see if you can get off like this,” he murmured. “But I gotta admit,” he shifted in his seat, “I’m starting to get uncomfortable.”

Speaking felt impossible. Your whole body was alight with desire, and you could taste your orgasm, within reach. The truck moved to the left onto a bumpier road, which only added to your torment.

“John,” you groaned, too far gone to even consider holding your ground. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, John…”

“Got something you wanna ask, baby girl?”

You cried out, nodding as the truck came to a stop. “Fuck me, please, I can’t -” The buzzing stopped. “Oh -”

He was out of the driver’s seat in the next second, and you barely had time to realize what was happening before your door was flung open, and his strong hands were hauling you from the seat. You ended up on your front, legs dangling out of the truck, hips pressed against the edge as John pulled your pants and the panties down to your ankles.

The sudden realization of where you were made you panic. “John, wait, where -”

“No one can see,” he promised, shoving you down when you tried to lift up. The sound of his zipper lowering made you shudder, and you looked over your shoulder as he fisted his cock, drawing it free from his pants. “I need that tight little cunt wrapped around my dick.”

He didn’t waste time, stroking two thick digits through your slick folds and sinking them into you, groaning when he felt how wet you were. You gasped and then whined, clinging to the seat as he twisted his fingers inside you. “J-John!”

“Fuck, princess, you’re soaked,” he chuckled, working his hand back and forth. “Gonna make you cum on Daddy’s cock.” Pulling his hand free, he slapped your bare ass, then pressed the thick blunt tip to your dripping hole.

You weren’t sure if it was the constant arousal or just him, but it felt bigger than usual, the stretch of accommodating him making you struggle to think straight. He stopped when his cock met slight resistance, pulling back to coat himself in your juices a little more before trying again. This time, he penetrated you completely, and you cried out when his groin met your ass, whimpering as he held himself as deep as possible with a sigh of relief.

“You feel fucking fantastic,” he groaned, rubbing one hand over your ass. “Should get you strung out more often. You’re so tight around me, gonna milk me dry. You want that, baby girl? Wanna be my horny little cockslut?”

It was hard to talk with the pressure in your belly, the pleasure of being so filled making your train of thought completely derail. All you could manage was a grunt of a “yes”, and he laughed in return, rutting against you.

“Look at you,” he purred, beginning to pull back a little more, thrusting lightly. “All cockdrunk, ready to be used, huh?”

You nodded listlessly, hovering on the edge of your climax, sure you’d fall apart any second. John started to move faster, holding you down with one hand when he leaned back to look down and watch your body take him over and over. The sound of how wet you were filtered through the blood rushing in your ears, and you couldn’t stop your eyes rolling back.

“Lemme feel it,” he murmured, tugging his shirt up when it got in his way. “Lemme feel you squeeze me, princess.”

His strokes got harder, almost forcing you across the seat. You cried out over and over, unable and unwilling to do anything but let him use you, and within seconds, your pussy was fluttering around him, the pleasure curling into an almost unbearable throb in your core.

“That’s it,” he praised, grazing his thumb across your asshole.

The dam inside you broke. Your cries turned silent, body shuddering from head to toe as you came, feeling the upholstery underneath you grow damp. John groaned, tipping his head back, fucking into you harder and harder, leaving you dazed as he used you. Finally, he slammed into you, his grunts stuttering as you felt his cum fill you to overflowing, dripping down your thighs.

He slumped forward, panting out a laugh against your back. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Uh-huh,” you managed, mouth slack against the seat. There was a ringing in your ears and your heart was pounding; if you were honest, you wanted nothing more than to sleep.

With a groan, he moved, withdrawing and leaving you where you were hanging. You were exposed and ruined, and despite the somewhat open area he’d chosen to take you in, it was hard to get yourself to move.

“I guess we should get on with this case,” he said, buttoning up his pants as you pulled yourself off of the seat, trying to fix your pants.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, yawning as you attempted to make yourself look like you hadn’t just gotten yourself fucked in a picnic area. Failing, you stumbled back, using the truck for some stability when your head swam. “Fuck, I don’t think my legs work anymore.”

John laughed, coming closer and leaning in to kiss you. “Guess I’m doing the digging.”

“You bet your ass you are,” you grumbled.

He grinned. “You sure you wanna be making more bets, sweetheart? I mean, I’m a gamblin’ man -”

You groaned and hauled yourself into the truck. “Never again.”

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