#john winchester smut

[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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[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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[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

Kinktober 2022

2021 SPN AU BINGO masterlist

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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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[captainkelseyx]

Mr. Winchester

Relationships: John Winchester/Reader, John Winchester/You Additional Tags: reader is Dean friend with benefit, reader has a crush on John, Reader has Daddy Issues, reader doent have the strongest conscious, Age Difference, Forbidden, Kitchen Sex, underwear for pants, Mild Smut, Mean John Winchester, Angst?, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Reader is chilling in the Winchester's house, and John makes an early return from a cross-country hunt, she tries to be nice...

#jeffrey dean morgan #jeffrey dean morgan smut #jeffrey dean morgan/reader #jeffrey dean morgan/you #john winchester #john winchester/reader #john winchester smut #john winchester/you

[celest1all]

should i write...smut???? if so, send requests pls

characters i write for are;

spencer reid, negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon,

aaron hotchner, dean winchester, john winchester and others hehe

#smut #negan smut #spencer reid smut #rick grimes smut #daryl dixon smut #aaron hotchner smut #dean winchester amut #john winchester smut

[wheresurmoose]

Summary: John pulls up on a vampire hunt only to find a young hunter he knows, Vivian, insisting on handling the hunt alone despite not knowing what she’s dealing with, leading him to reluctantly agree to help and teach her.

Characters: John Winchester (pre-season 1, JDM era), Vivian (hunter OC), and unnamed vampire OC.

Content: Hunting violence, vampire attack, and semi-public smut.

If you read, please comment and reblog this! Thanks!

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[jdmswife]

Hi everyone!!

As you all have seen as of right now I’m only reposting other peoples fics. But I’m open to start writing fics of my own. If you already write please don’t hesitate to message me and lmk some tips or suggestions about it I’m open to helpful criticism. NO HATE.

Here is some stuff I refuse to write about or is open to writing about to someday. So please before you request anything read this post first

Absolutely 0 DDLG ( it grosses me out)

No bestiality

No noncon or dubcon

I will only write for Supernatural characters, The Boys characters, and actors/actresses from those shows

NO WIFE HATE

I’m saying this from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head ZERO WINCEST it’s just gross.

I’d also prefer not to write destiel ( not that I’m against bc I love them together I just wouldn’t know how to write it)

Majority of what I would write is (Dean!f!reader) (Sam!f!reader) ect. So if you’d prefer fics with OCs or characters already in the shows my page probably isn’t for you

No John hate. I get it okay he was like the worst father ever but he’s hot alright and I kinda have an older man kink sooo..

I’ll add more If I think of some

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[fanfiction-library14]

#supernatural #john winchester #john winchester smut

[mystra-midnight]

John Winchester

❣ indicates sexual content

mains masterlist

⚜ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒

in which you have a secret ❣

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⚜ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐀𝐔’𝐒

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[zepskies]

Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The Smoke Eater Playlist

Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

🎙️ Podfic:

Listen to Part 1 in podfic form!

(Cover image and narration by @talltalesandbedtimestories)

Or listen to the official Idling in the Impala episode on YouTube:

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[holylulusworld]

Masks we wear

Title: Masks we wear

Square filled for @spnkinkbingo: Aftercare

Summary: You try to find relief and end up finding so much more.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of shitty relationships, sex parties, public sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, aftercare, mentions of safewords/sexual terms/hard limits, consent is sexy, winter-summer romance, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, doggy style, dirty talk, spanking (one slap), a hint of choking (more like hand around throat), longing, there are feelings and fluff too, sue me, falling in love

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You still don’t know why you came here. 

Is it because your ex called you uptight, or the fact that you feel uncomfortable and insecure in the bedroom since you saw him bang one of your friends? Is it because you finally want to get laid again? Or maybe you just wanted to get out of your comfort zone.

“Another one,” you tip your glass to order another alcohol-free drink. If you are doing this tonight, you want to be sober, not drunk. “Do many people come here?” the bartender doesn’t answer your question. “Hello?”

“She won’t answer your questions, sweetness. The bartender serves drinks and doesn’t like to get involved in…our games,” a deep voice whispers in your ear, chuckling as you shudder at his closeness. “Is this your first time here? Do you need a tour?

“That obvious,” you turn on your barstool to face a handsome elder man. His hazel eyes seem to bore into you, and you look away, feeling a little light-headed as his musk fills your senses. “A friend of a friend told me about these…uh—you know…”

“Sex parties?” he offers, giving you a dirty smirk. He runs his hand over his salt-n-pepper beard, still that smirk on his face. “I see. What does a pretty girl like you doing at this kind of place?”

He sits on the empty barstool next to you, ordering whiskey neat. He glances at you now and then, sipping at his drink while you think about his question. “I give the question right back? What is a man like you doing in a place like this?”

“I had a wife, and raised my kids with her,” he takes a large sip of his drink. “She left me ten years ago for a younger model.” The man bitterly admits. “My sons are grown men now and I’ve got enough of women leaving me as I do not suit their taste after a few months.” 

He shrugs as you watch him with curiosity. “My boyfriend called me uptight and boring in the bedroom. Sucking his dick and trying new positions, sex toys and crap isn’t enough these days. I’m telling you; porn ruined all men.”

“Not all of us, doll,” he leans closer, eyes dropping to your cleavage. “If he’s bored in the bedroom, it’s his fault. You want to have good sex, be a good lover first.” Fuck, the look on his face already makes you clench your thighs together. “Do you know about the rules in here?”

“A little,” you whimper as he reaches out to grip your chin with his rough finger.

“You can do everything, but you don't have to, doll,“ he kisses your lips softly, making you moan against him. “If you consent, I’d like to fuck you.”

“I don’t even know your name,” you wrap one arm around his neck to kiss him again. “How shall I call you?”

“Daddy, beautiful,” he whispers against your lips. “I’m going to explain a few things to you. We can link our profiles on the app the organizer provides. This way, you’ll always get a notification that I’m around at one of these parties.”

“Daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue, giggling as you never called a man daddy before. “I kinda like it.”

“With your consent, I’ll call you doll,” nodding you wrap your other arm around his neck to let daddy deepen the next kiss. “I’ve got a room reserved to play. I don’t like sharing a room with the crowd.”

“Same,” he laughs as you eagerly slide off the barstool and take his offered hand. “I mean, I never did this before but having your room isn’t that bad. How did you get it?”

He shrugs, not giving away how he got the room. “Just relax, doll. We will talk before I even touch you. If you want to stop, I will.”

“Okay. How do I tell you so?” he unlocks the door to his room with a card, smirking as you walk inside to have a look around the room. Your heart thunders in your chest and you wonder if it was a good idea to follow the stranger into his room.

“We can use the color system tonight, doll. If we do this more often, we can have a special safeword too. Or do you want one tonight?” he closes the door and locks it. “I will lock the door but put the card on the nightstand. You can go any time.”

“Okay,” you’re a little nervous when daddy kicks his shoes off and shrugs his jacket down his shoulders. His eyes never leave your face, and you feel like he’s overserving your every move. “I’d like to use a safe word, daddy. Can I use pepperoni?”

“Of course. If you say pepperoni, I’ll stop immediately,” he flashes you a smile. “I will show you my current test, the one we had to do at the beginning of the party. You’ll do the same.”

“I’m clean,” you get your phone out to show daddy the test you did when you entered the large mansion to attend the party. He does the same, “and I’ve got a birth control implant.”

“Perfect,” you lick your lips when daddy steps toward you to slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders. “What are your hard limits?”

“No anal,” he’s kissing your neck, smirking as you moan loudly. “I never did it and don’t want to start tonight.”

“Noted, doll,” daddy nibbles at your shoulder while moving one hand between your legs. He chuckles as you are wearing crotchless panties. “What else?” You whimper, feeling his index finger toy with your clit.

“I don’t like pain or toilet stuff. No bondage or restraints during the first time together,” two fingers gather your slick, teasing your little nub. 

“I won’t, doll,” you don’t know the man shoving two fingers inside your slit but believe him when he tells you he won’t do anything you do not like. “We want to have fun, right?”

“Yeah,” he curls his fingers, inside of you, scissoring you open. “Fun. No strings attached, but safe and anonymous.”

“Good girl,” his fingers leave you empty seconds later and he pushes you onto the bed, smirking as you bounce off the mattress. “I want you to show me that pretty ass. Spread those legs for me, doll.”

You eagerly crawl to the middle of the bed to spread your legs and stick your ass out. “Daddy, I want you to fuck my pussy. Please. I need you.”

“Doll,” he groans deeply, enjoying you play your role so well. “You are going to get daddy’s cock right fucking now. I’ll make you cream all over me and fill this cunt with my seed.”

“Please—”

He’s on you in a blink, hands pawing at your dress to rip it down your chest to reveal your breasts to him. Daddy gropes your tits while pressing his erection into your ass. “Can I show them what I’m doing to you, doll? There is an entertainment room for people not finding anyone tonight.”

“A wank room,” you giggle as daddy slaps your cheek. “Ouch, daddy. Next time do it harder.”

“Don’t be a brat and answer my question,” his hand wraps around your throat and you find yourself upright, your back pressed to his chest. Just now you realize there are cameras all over the room, filming you in any position if you agree. “Doll, I need to hear it.” He pants in your ear, ready to have his way with you.

“They will watch us fuck?” you shiver as his free hand grabs his phone from the bed. “All of them.”

“Only the ones staying without a partner tonight,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “They are not allowed to take a copy or tell anyone about it. Whatever we are doing here tonight will stay within this room. So—”

“Yes,” daddy tilts his hips to press his erection between your legs, rubbing his length up and down your folds to coat himself in your slick. “I want them to watch you ruin my pussy, daddy.”

“Good,” he unlocks his phone to activate the live stream. “Ladies and gentlemen, you are invited to watch me and my doll tonight. Remember the rules. We do not talk about what happens at our little club, so enjoy and don’t make the owner mad.”

Daddy drops the phone on the bed to grip your hip tightly. He pokes your entrance, smirking as you try to push back onto him. “Daddy—”

“Look at my good girl,” he coos before slowly inching his way inside your body. “Fuck, she’s so tight and warm.” Daddy praises, moaning audibly to tell everyone watching you that he never enjoyed a cunt as much as yours. “I’m gonna ruin her pussy and make her scream my name.”

You lean your head against his shoulder, smiling into the camera as he wraps his arms around your body. “Fuck, he’s so big and thick inside my little pussy. Ouch, it almost hurts, daddy.”

“Just take it,” daddy starts to move his hips at a slow pace, testing the waters to find out if you are ready for more. “Do you want me to fuck you like a slut.”

“Please….yes…all green,” you end up face-first in the cushions. He holds you down by your shoulders, whispering if you are still green. “YES! FUCKING YES.”

“Hold tight, doll,” his hands shoot toward your hips, gripping your flesh tightly as he starts to move faster. You can’t see the people in the room watching you, but the room fills with more and more people as your screams echo through the whole mansion. 

You don’t know loudspeakers are sending your moans and pleas straight to every room to make sure they know daddy fucks you well. “Harder, daddy.”

“Did you hear,” he slides almost all the way out, making you whine at the loss of his dick. “Watch me fucking ruin her during her first party. She’s all mine.” You cry out as he slams back inside. “Yeah, that’s my cunt from now on.”

You’ve got no clue how he does it, but daddy has you on the edge only a few thrusts later. Maybe it’s the way he drives into you, or his dirty talk. He is talking about your cunt, your body and you like you mean nothing to him and it’s freeing in a way.

There is no shame. Not even when you come all over him, moaning daddy while people watch you get railed by a stranger. “I’m gonna cum in her, cream her sweet cunt, and show you how good she takes it.”

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you tighten around his thick length, whimpering as you can’t hold back the whorish noises leaving your throat. 

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the slicked sound of your cunt sucking his cock in fill your senses and you lose all control over your tongue.

“Fuck me harder, ruin me. I need to feel your cum drip out of my cunt. Next time you can fuck my ass too. I want to choke on your cock,” you can hear people cheer at your words, and then applause as you cum again, and daddy fills your abused cunt with his cum.

“Fucking perfect,” he slips out of you much too soon, and spreads your thighs apart, groaning as his cum drips out of your still pulsing cunt. “Look at her. She was such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” you fall onto the bed, spend and exhausted but sated. “Daddy fucked me so good, guys. He can do it forever…”

“End of the show,” you can hear him fight with the covers to find his phone. “Remember. No one talks about what you saw. No video or picture leaves this mansion. If I find one picture or clip on the internet, you won’t like what happens.” He deactivates the cameras and turns his attention back toward you.

“Daddy—” he laughs as you mumble his “name”.

“I’m going to run a warm bath for you now, doll. Okay. I’ll be back in a minute and take care of you. You’re safe with me,” he pecks your cheek and runs his hand over your back. “You did so well, doll. I’m proud of you. I never had such a good partner. Did you hear them cheer? They never did this before.”

“Thank you, daddy…” you’re not alone in the room for long. Only a few moments later you get picked up in bridal style and carried out of the room. He will clean your body and rub the sorness out of your muscles before carrying you back into the bedroom.

You will fuck daddy two more times that night before the both of you leave the mansion. You promise each other to do it again…and you do…

“Did you see daddy?” you check on your phone, frowning as your usual partner didn’t show up for the third time. You met up with daddy for almost a year at your secret little club. Now you came here only to find no sign of him again. “My app can’t link with him anymore.”

“You mean the guy you always meet here, at the bar?” the bartender finally looks at you. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen him. He’s not in the system any longer. This means one out of two things.”

“What do you mean?” you lick your dry lips, hoping to get to know why daddy never showed lately.

“He can’t come here. Maybe he’s sick, had an accident, or work is hell, or,” she gives you a sympathetic smile, “he found someone out there and doesn’t want to come back.”

“Oh—OH,” letting her words sink in you feel like daddy betrayed you. You never met up with another man, not even at the mansion, nor did he fuck someone else. Well, at least not at the mansion. “I see. I guess I got too attached to him.”

“Happens sometimes, darling,” the bartender offers. “Some people even got married after they met here. Others, well…they left with a broken heart.”

“Thank you,” you slide off the barstool, giving the bartender a huge tip and a sad smile. “If he ever comes around again, tell him I was looking for him.”

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t hang your heart on him,” she tries to tell you it’s not the first time your secret lover broke some poor girl’s heart. Daddy is the kind of man not settling down. But she can’t tell you so, or she’ll lose her job… 

“Did you even listen?” your friend asks and you look up from the menu. “Two hot guys are watching us. The guy with the shaggy hair is mine, though.”

“I’m not interested,” not even glancing at the two men you drop your eyes to the menu again. “Sheesh, don’t they have food I like.”

“What’s wrong with you lately? You used to be laid-back and relaxed. And now you are always so—” your friend sighs as you slam the menu you shut. 

“What? I’m just a little tense lately is all,” you quip. “There is nothing wrong with not wanting to sing love songs or dance around the kitchen all the time. I’m just not in the mood.”

“It’s been three months now,” she bites back as the guys she was talking about make their way toward your table. “Get laid or buy a new dildo.”

“Ladies, hey,” the shorter guy flashes you a smile. “We don’t want to disturb you, but we’d like to invite you for a drink.”

“Not interested,” your friend sighs deeply as you refuse to even look at the guys for a second time.

Yes, they are gorgeous, but daddy is still in the back of your mind. He’s haunting you in your dreams and you hate to admit it, you go back to the mansion every week to find out if he came back.

He never did, though…

“Sweetheart, we didn’t want to offend you,” you give the man a cracked smile. “Sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

“I’m kinda fresh out of a relationship or not,” your friend rolls her eyes at your words. “I mean…no…I don’t even know if anyone would call it that. It’s just…I still miss him, and I can’t have a drink with you. It’s not you, it’s me.” You hurriedly get up from your chair to flee out of the restaurant, choking out a sob on your way.

You’ve got no clue what’s wrong with you. You and daddy only had sex. He didn’t even give you his real name and now you are choking on tears only as a handsome guy offered a drink to you.

“Fuck, no. What’s wrong with me,” you cry. “I should just…” you press one hand to your heart. “It was only sex. Just forget about him…”

“No sight of him,” it’s another week later that you ask around the mansion if anyone saw your lover. “Please, does anyone know if he came back?”

“Girl, just give up and look for another dick,” one of the newer members chuckles, pointing at his crotch. “I can show you heaven.”

“No, thanks,” you turn to leave, sighing deeply. “I guess he’s gone for good…” leaving the mansion in a hurry you take deep breaths. “It’s time to delete the fucking app, Y/N. Stop acting as if you and that stranger were in love or shit.”

Two minutes later you sit in your car, thumb pressing delete to get rid of the app.

“Done,” you whisper, feeling your heart shatter all over again. It wasn’t sex only to you, that much you know now. “Goodbye, daddy. I hope you are living your best life, wherever you are…”

“Coming,” you groan as you slowly get up from your sofa. It’s Saturday evening and you planned on spending it watching bad porn and using your memories of daddy to get off. It’s been months since you touched yourself and it’s time to move on. “I hope it’s important. I wanted to masturb—”

“Hello doll,” daddy lazily leans in your doorframe, holding his phone in his hand. “You deleted the app. You’ve been a bad girl.”

“What? I—” he chuckles while waltzing into your apartment. “You didn’t come back. Why would I keep the app? I was there, not two days ago. No one saw you again.”

“I had something to take care of,” you huff while watching him shrug his coat down his shoulders and tossing it onto your sofa. “I came tonight, and you weren’t there. The bartender told me you’ve missed your daddy.”

“You never came back,” wiping your wet eyes you try to make him see that he can’t come around and demand things from you after he abandoned you for months. “It’s been months.”

“Still, you didn’t fuck anyone else,” he muses, large hand cupping your cheek now. “Do you know why, doll?”

“Enlighten me,” you grumble as he dares to cradle your face with both hands. “Maybe I wasn’t in the mood to fuck.”

“Oh, baby doll, you were in the mood to get fucked,” he greedily claims your lips, tongue snaking with yours. He just kisses you for a brief moment before he looks you deep in the eyes, “but only by your daddy. You only want him, right?”

“I’ve missed you,” something flashes in his eyes. There is something you haven’t seen before. “Maybe you should go now. I had plans and…”

“It was a test, doll,” he looks down at you. “I started too many relationships after I had great sex with a woman. I liked them, maybe even loved them but it never ended well. After a month or so, they lost interest. But you,” he laughs now, before kissing you again. “Oh doll, you’ve missed me so much you even rejected my handsome sons.”

“Your sons?”

“You know, most of the girls I met up with had to pass the last test,” he pecks your temple now, lips lingering on your skin. “I would introduce them to my sons. No one ever resisted my sons, doll. Every single woman wanted to fuck them. Sometimes even both.”

“I-I don’t understand a single word,” you push against his shoulders. “What are you talking about? I don’t know your sons, or you or anything anymore.”

“Doll,” he cups the back of your neck this time. “I wanted to know if you are open to a relationship with me. Not some arrangement to meet up and fuck. I want you to share my life with me.”

“I—what?” frowning deeply you look up at him. “I don’t even know your name, idiot! How shall I spend the rest of my life with you? I can’t call you daddy all the time.”

“Baby doll,” he softly pecks your lips. “I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you that very first night. My name is John Eric Winchester and if you let me, I’ll love you for the rest of my life…”

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#spnkinkbingo #Masks we wear #john winchester #au john winchester #au john Winchester x reader #au john x reader #john winchester smut #smut #tw: daddy kink

[pinkiebieberpie]

Could I request the SPN men and what trope you would have with them? With Castiel please!

hi!! that's new and i love this idea, i made a few moodboards for them all <33

sam winchester - (college) friends to lovers

dean winchester - only one bed

castiel - forbidden love

john winchester - enemies to lovers to enemies

crowley - opposites attract

jack kline - soul mates

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#dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #crowley #john winchester #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x you #sam winchester fic #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester smut #jared padalecki #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #jensen ackles #castiel smut #castiel fluff #castiel supernatural #castiel x you #castiel x reader #john winchester x you #john winchester smut #crowley supernatural #crowley smut #crowley ff #crowley spn #crowley x you #jack kline

[jdms-flat-ass]

Study hard. Get an A now and you can get the D later.

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[deepinsonder]

Better man, Dean winchester

Pairings: Dean winchester x f!reader, mentions of John Winchester

Warnings: Talk about kids and John Winchester

Summary: Unlike Dean, Y/n grew up with a picket fence and loving parents, so she dreams of kids and marriage but Dean isn’t sure whether it should be with him.

Tags: Fluff?? Angst??

When you were 12, you never pictured yourself as a doctor or a fireman, when asked ‘what you wanted to be when you were older’, you always replied with “I don’t know”. Because the only thing you did know was that you wanted a family, people to love and surround yourself with.

When you were 22, you met Dean Winchester, he was charming and sweet, and flaky to say the least, but you were persistent. You stayed with him, you understood what his job entailed and when you looked into his eyes you could feel everything he felt.

Soon, you thought maybe it was okay to never have the only life you dreamed for yourself because you had Dean. Who stood by you, just like you had with him. Who kissed your cheek every morning and made you breakfest. Maybe it was fine.

Dean tried hard to make you happy, on the days where you would join him and Sam on the occasional hunt, he sometimes saw you stare a little to long at the kids with their families, he saw the way your eyes lit up when you met eyes with a baby and how you never failed to volunteer to check in with the kids during a hunt.

So there you were, laying in bed next to the love of your life, a man who had saved the world countless times unbeknownst to everyone else. Your head rested on his chest, as his arm sat flat on your hips.

“We should get married,” You could hear Deans heart rate, raise. But soon became normal, he rubbed circles on your hip bone with his fingers, you turned your head to look at him only to find a small grin on his face, “what?”, you asked, with a smile on your lips.

“You want to get married?” He asked, a throaty laugh escaped his lips as he kissed your forehead.

“I do,” You said, “It’s not that weird for a girl to wanna marry her dude,”.

“So marry me then,” He said, his green eyes looked into yours as he hugged your body tighter.

“No, you have to ask me properly,” You said, as a giggle escaped your lips, “I want romance, I want to swoon and I want a ring,”.

“Okay.” Dean said, nodding as he kissed your head again, “Done deal,”.

“That was easy,” You laid back into your comfy position, this time it felt different, Deans fingers had come to a halt.

“You thought I wouldn’t want to marry you?” Dean asked sitting up, confused at the notion. You didn’t know but Dean had bought a ring last year, after a hunt. He’d been waiting for the right time and for a moment to ask you whether you would ever consider marrying him.

You sat up beside him, “No, I mean- I just never thought you wanted this- marriage, me, anything outside of hunting,”.

“It’s not like we’ll have a picket fence life, it’ll be us- you know?” He said, putting arm around your shoulders, you leaned into him out of instinct.

“Yeah, the picket fence life,” You laughed a little, but it didn’t come out as joyful, rather it was laced with saddness. You moved down, laying your head in Deans lap, thinking about everything you would miss and whether it outweighed everything you already had.

Dean heard the tone of your laugh, he frowned, knowing exactly what you wanted. You wanted a family and you wanted a life. He was willing to give it to you, but he was scared.

“I know you want kids,” He said, he coughed a little, the thought made him uncomfortable, it made his stomach churn with anxiety.

“I never said- I never implied that I did, I mean getting married doesn’t mean kids, Dean,” You said, “You don’t have to worry,”.

“I see how you look at a little girl with their moms, I see how you smile at the kids we take care of you, I know you want kids, Y/n. I want you to have it all, I really do-,” Dean started, you lifted your head to look at him, tears pricked in his eyes. The thought of having kids with you seemed like a miracle, something that only happened in his dreams.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about this, I know you don’t want that,” You said, a soothing hand stroking your face.

“I can’t have kids, Y/N, I couldn’t be good to them, the way Dad raised me and Sammy, history repeats it’s self,” Dean said, taking your hands from his face and into his own.

“You are not your father,” You said, “I never knew him, Dean. But from what I’ve heard- The stories you’ve told, you are nothing like him,”.

“I am, I lived the life he wanted me to, I’ve killed and tortured and hunted, I became who he raised me to be,” His voice cracked as he spoke, “I can’t risk bringing kids- My kids into this life, knowing how much sacrifice it takes.”.

“I know, baby,” Tears welled in your eyes as you saw one escape his, he lip trembled as you tightened the grip on his hands.

“I am my fathers son,” He said, softly, wiping the tear from your cheek.

“You put your dad on this pedestal, you speak about him fondly and yet you’re scared to be him, but I want you to know that you aren’t Dean. Your dad loved you, he spent his whole life hunting the thing that killed your mom,” You straddle his lap this time, legs on either side of his, your hands cupped his face, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Dean didn’t cry often, he had never cried with you. It broke your heart to think that he would ever be a bad dad, “To think how many people you’ve saved Dean, how many times you’ve put my life- Sammy’s life in front of your own, that shows me that you are a better man,”.

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, “I think you would make an amazing father, you’ve already raised an amazing man, I know you could do it again,”. You wrapped your arms around him, kneeling on either side of his legs as you laid your head in the crook of his neck.

Moments passed, Dean hugged you back, his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you so tight you could almost feel his love wrap consume you.

“Let’s give it a go then,” He whispered, bringing you forward to look into your eyes, “I want you to have everything, Baby. I want you to be a mom and I can try- for you I’ll try,”.

You hugged him again, this time a massive smile had overcome your face, the glee you felt was indescribable, “Obviously not now, I mean we’re too young- I’m only 26 and you at your ripe age of 36,” You joked as you looked into his eyes again.

He chuckled a little, before kissing you deeply, he kissed you a lot, this time it felt different. The love you felt wasn’t pink anymore it was burning red. It felt light and free. You loved this man more than anything, and he loved you. You’re dreams we’re coming true and Dean Winchester was the man that made it all fit together.

#Dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader fluff #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x reader smut #sam winchester #john winchester #supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester kids #kids #family #dean winchester x reader family

[sammysmaddy]

Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Two

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Pairing(s): John x Daughter!Innocent!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Incest, naive!reader, manipulation, graphic descriptions of porn, fluff, virgin!reader, oral (female receiving), daddy kink *I guess*, praise kink, soft n fluffy, angst (?), light thigh riding, smut implied 

W/C: 5.7k+

A/N: I forgot I was supposed to be posting this story! Happy almost Thanksgiving to my American followers!

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Some time ago...

Things started off innocently. Sam and Dean were at school and you were at the motel doing what you usually did- you read, and read, and read, and read until John walked through the doors. 

You were ecstatic to see him. John had been away for a few weeks too wrapped up in the case to even call home. The look of relief in your father's eyes when he saw you was like no other, he loved you more than anything in the world. 

John took you to lunch, saying it was to make up for all the time he missed with you- not bothering to pull Sam and Dean out of school like he usually did. Things seemed normal all throughout lunch, you chose of course, but things changed drastically when he asked you a certain question during the car ride home. 

"Do you know what sex is?" John asked, looking over to you as he kept a firm grip on the steering wheel. 

Your brows furrowed at the question. It sounded familiar, it really did, but you had no idea what it actually meant. 

"I don't think so," You told him calmly and he let out a low chuckle. 

Judging his reaction, it definitely seemed like something you should know about, so you began to feel a little embarrassed at your lack of knowledge. 

"You mean, your brothers never taught you what it was?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and keeping a small smile on his face. 

You shook your head and he didn't seem particularly pleased or displeased. 

"Normally, by your age, you know what it is. You're already legally an adult." John mentioned.

"So then... does Sammy know about this?" You asked, tilting your head, and wondering why your twin had never said anything about sex.

"I'm sure he does, sweetheart. Caught him with one of Dean's not-so-private skin mags," John chuckled and you scrunched your nose. 

"What's a skin mag?" You asked him and he continued to chuckle at your question. 

"It's pictures of sex. We call it porn," John answered and you frowned, still not knowing what the hell he was talking about. 

"Daddy, I don't know what that is," You reminded him and instead of the instant explanation you wanted, he looked over smiling and shaking his head. 

"God, I wish you could stay little forever," He sighed and you continued to frown, wishing that you knew why this conversation was occurring or why it was so important for you to know about. "When you and Sammy shower together, does he ever touch you?" He asked and his face shifted to concern.

"Yeah, he helps me wash my hair sometimes, but mostly he just uses all of the hot water," You huffed out, crossing your arms, and John shook his head. 

"I meant, does he put his hands on your body?" He reiterated and you shrugged your shoulders, not knowing what he was gaining with these questions. 

"Sometimes he helps me wash my back," You answered and John nodded his head. 

"Do you ever wonder why you have different body parts than him?" He asked and you slumped your face, of course, you wondered why, but you knew that it was just because you were of different sexes. 

"I guess, but Sammy says it's just because I'm a girl and he's a boy," You told him all the information you knew and he nodded his head. 

"So, you know that boys can't get pregnant right?" He asked and you nodded your head. "And you know that boys don't get periods?" He asked again. 

"Yeah, because Sam doesn't get them and neither does Dean. Only I do," You crossed your arms, thinking about how unfair it was that they didn't bleed once a month.

"Okay, well at least you know the basics," John sighed, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips. 

"Is this the part where you tell me what and why we're talking about this? You said you didn't want to talk about when I get my periods," You turned your head to look for his reaction, and he just shrugged his shoulders in return. 

"I don't. It's just- It's just important if we're going to talk about sex," He muttered and you rolled your eyes.

"I don't know what that is," You reiterated, growing more and more impatient by the second. 

"I, uh, I never had this conversation with your brothers. They kinda figured it out on their own," He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't holding on tightly to the steering wheel. 

It wasn't even worth responding to, so you decided to stay silent until he said something else. You could tell that he was feeling awkward, but you weren't- you were just impatiently waiting. 

John looked over and gave you a small smile to which you just raised your eyebrow, then his face straightened and he knew you were waiting for something more. 

"You know what, sweetheart? I think it just be better if I showed you."

•••

He dragged himself in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. His eyes were locked into hers as his forehead began to form sweat beads, panting like he was running a marathon. 

Their lips connected and their tongues ran against each other as he continued to move above her. When he pulled his lips back, she had her mouth parted slightly, close to tears falling out as she cried out profanities. 

But she wasn't actually upset and he wasn't actually hurting her, they were enjoying it- John made sure you knew that.

You stared at Sam's computer in awe, they were so in love with one another- so happy to be together like this. You didn't understand what was so awkward about it, you were confused as to why you had never seen anything like this before- confused as to why you had never done it. 

They both looked so pretty like this, so close together and in complete and utter bliss. She was gorgeous, her breasts were perfectly symmetrical- almost like she was handcrafted. Her lips were stained with red and her body was glistening in the bright lighting that infected the room. 

He had the perfect body too, big strong arms that held onto her like she was a breath of fresh air. His chest was chiseled flawlessly and he reminded you of John and your brothers, they were all just as handsome as he was. 

"Remember: You only do this with people you love," John reminded from behind you, watching you closely as you reluctantly peeled your eyes away. 

"I can do this with Sam?" You asked as your eyes reached his. 

John frowned at your question and you grew impatient as your excitement only grew.

"I love him. How come we don't have sex?" You questioned again and John's face fell into the palm of his hand, his fingertips rubbing harshly against his temples.

"Sweetheart, you don't do that kind of stuff with your brothers," John answered with a sigh, picking his head up to look back at your confused stare. 

"Oh, right. That's her Daddy. I almost forgot." You said and his eyes widened.

"I think you've had enough for today," John cleared his throat and his hand reached over you to stop the video playing in the background, but your hand reached his first. 

"Daddy, don't turn it off. I like it," You told him with a small smile, his wide eyes staring at you as you watched his Adam's apple move up and down as he gulped. 

John nodded his head slowly, bringing his hand back to rest at his side, and you turned your head to watch the screen again. 

You stared intently as you began to focus on all of the sex happening right in front of your eyes. She sounded so pretty every time he shoved himself fully inside of her. He was grunting and telling her how much of a slut she was and at first it confused you- it was a bad word and Dean used it negatively when he didn't like someone. So why did she seem so happy to hear the mean name? 

After watching the first few minutes, you discovered she actually liked being called slut. She kept saying yes yes yes, and it only made him go faster, which in return made her cries louder. Her begging was like music to your ears, and for a second you began to imagine yourself in her position. 

What if someone made you feel that good? What if they made you so happy that you were screaming in pleasure? 

Thinking about being her brought out a feeling that you had never felt before. First it gave you the chills and you had goosebumps prickling on your skin. Then you started to feel it in your stomach- almost like period cramps, but in a good way. 

After that, having pants on almost seemed uncomfortable, especially after feeling a new type of wetness in your panties. You watched as he dipped his head down to kiss her again, so passionate and raw, and it made you jealous. 

"Why don't you kiss me like that?" You snapped your head around to look at John. 

His face became flushed and it took a few seconds for him to respond back- which were mostly incoherent mumbles. 

"Don't you love me, Daddy?" You asked and he instantaneously jerked his arm away as you absentmindedly placed a hand on it. 

"I do love you, baby, I do. I just- they're not real. I didn't mean to- uh, they're not related." John managed to muster out, obviously flustered by your comments. 

"She kept calling him Daddy," You frowned, once again thinking about how much you wanted to be in her position. 

"I know, sweetheart. It was just the first video I clicked on. I wanted to get this over with." He sighed and it hurt your heart that he didn't want to do it with you. 

What if he didn't love you enough to do those things? What if Sam or Dean didn't love you enough? 

"Don't be sad, Y/N. It's just a video." John said, picking up on the sudden mood change, and reaching over to cup your cheek. 

Usually, it would make you feel better- it's something that he always did when you were upset- but it was different this time. 

"You don't love me enough for sex," You said, pushing his hand away and looking down. 

John had put you through all of this trouble of telling you about it- even showing it to you, and now he was going to deny the pit you felt in your stomach? 

"Y/N, you didn't even know what it was thirty minutes ago. You're not ready to have sex," John said in a quiet tone and you continued to frown.

Why was he being like this? Why would he show it to you if that's not what he wanted?

"I'm ready. I want to be like her, Daddy. The video made me feel things." You told him honestly, gaining the courage to look back up at him. 

Just as your courage regained, you could tell that his was suddenly gone. He looked as pale as a ghost as he swallowed down whatever liquid was in his throat. 

"What kinds of things, princess?" John asked nervously, almost sounding like he was guilty of something. 

His eyes were locked on yours and you couldn't help but feel like you might be able to break him. A perk of being Daddy's little girl was getting whatever you wanted. 

"I don't know how to explain it," You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to explain the way your core was aching for something. 

"It's called being horny. It's natural," He chuckled nervously, a light sweat breaking out on his forehead. 

"Do you feel it too?" You asked, seeing the way that his pants were tightening around his lower region like a tent. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," He sighed aloud, and your eyes watched as his hand pressed against the crotch of his pants.

"I want to be like her, Daddy," You confessed as your eyes began flickering up and down between his face and his legs, not sure which was a prettier sight.

The sweat and the bulge were both good indicators that he was ready to do things that were in the video, you just knew it. With a sudden whiff of confidence, your hand reached back and landed on his thigh, rubbing circles with your fingers. 

John didn't say anything. He didn't move either. You watched closely as his pants became more restrictive and it was evident that your hand on his thigh was doing something for him. Smiling at the reaction, you looked back up to him and saw an unusual darkness in his eyes. 

It came as a surprise when his hand came to meet yours and you expected him to move it away, but instead, he trailed it higher. Your fingers traced the rough denim material until they landed in between his legs. A small groan left his lips and you grinned at the sound because of how much it resonated with the guy in the video. 

After your hand sat there for a few seconds and you admired how hard he felt underneath you, he stood up without warning. You frowned, wishing that he never moved. 

Sighing aloud, John looked down at you as you looked up at him through your lashes. His hand came up to rest on your cheek as his thumb lightly brushed your bottom lip. 

You held onto his hand, relishing any touch that came to your body, and just as soon as it began, it ended. He pulled his hand back and you watched as he walked towards the opposite side of the room. 

"Come here," John commanded in a low and gruff voice, sitting on the edge of the unmade motel bed. 

You weren't sure whether to be eager or concerned as you stood up from your chair and made your way to him. His arms opened up as an invitation and you straddled his hips, lazily hanging your arms on his shoulders as you began to realize how intimately close the two of you were. 

You looked down, feeling instant relief as you pushed the weight of your core on him. It wasn't much, but even through your jeans and his, you could feel how good he felt pressed against you. His fingers came to the bottom of your chin and motioned your head up so that he could look at you. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" John asked, his eyes begging for you to say yes as his arms wrapped around your waist. 

"Yes, Daddy. I love you," You confirmed, breathlessly waiting for him to do something to relieve the rapidly burning coil in your stomach. 

John's lips connected with yours as soon as he got his answer and you tried your best to copy his movements. It was effortless when your mouth began to move in sync with his. Each time his tongue reached into your mouth you felt like you knew exactly what to do. 

His lips felt like soft pillows every time they ran against yours- he was so perfect, you wanted to make him happy just like the guy was in the video. You chased his mouth as it pulled away, but didn't complain when you felt the wet kisses on your neck. 

John was sure to be careful as he took his time, giving you soft and warm kisses all along the crook of your neck, occasionally stopping to nip at your ear. 

Your fingers raked their way through John's hair and you heard him groan when you shifted your hips in an effort to get more comfortable. His fingers reached down, pulling the fabric on your torso over your head. 

You felt the goosebumps on your skin in reaction to the colder air and you traveled his gaze to your breasts. John brought his hands up, cupping through your bra and marveling at the sight in front of him. You took the initiative to reach around and unclasp your simple cloth covering, letting it slide down your arms and shoulders as your nipples hardened. 

"You are so beautiful, sweetheart," John said breathlessly, his eyes completely focused on the stiff peaks in front of him. 

Your cheeks swelled with his approval and you moaned when he brought his mouth to one of your breasts, tweaking the nipple with his tongue and running small circles around its entirety. Something about the way he was sucking made your core itch for attention, so your hips pressed up as close to him as possible. 

John moaned against your breast, his lips ghosting the skin on your chest and latching around the other nipple, treating it just as well as its predecessor. 

His hands trailed down the sides of your body, reaching the middle, and undoing the button on your jeans before encouraging you to stand up. As you raised, he slowly pulled your jeans down and let his fingertips touch your skin as they moved south. 

When the denim was pooled around your ankles, you held onto his shoulder for support as you kicked them off lightly. 

"Sit back down, Y/N," John told you and you followed directions. 

Straddling his hips once again, feeling much less constricted, he gripped tightly onto your sides. He shifted you slightly so that you rested completely on his thigh, instead of in between, and began to move your body back and forth. 

Small whimpers fled your mouth as you felt the friction rubbing against your aching core, it felt so unfamiliar and foreign to your body- but it felt so good. 

"Feel good, princess?" You heard John chuckle lightly, as his hands continued to move you. 

The wetness from your panties was sure to have made its way out, but you didn't care. Being like this with him like this felt so good. 

"Daddy, I want to make you feel good too," You told him, looking back into his eyes. 

John's hand reached up and brushed a stray hair away from your face, smiling at you. 

"Let Daddy make you feel good first," He answered in return and you nodded your head. 

His lips collided with yours as his grip on your hips tightened, picking you up and laying you flat on your back. He continued to kiss you passionately as he hovered above you, his hand reaching down and dipping into your soaked panties. 

You felt him smile into the kiss as his fingers easily glided through your slick and you moaned every time they would ghost against your clit. 

"You're so wet for me, baby."

"Is that a good thing?" You asked him and he chuckled at the question. 

"A very good thing," He told you and you smiled with the praise. 

Placing a quick peck on your lips, he adjusted himself so that his knees were on the ground. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your soft cotton underwear, pulling them down, and encouraged your thighs to open more. 

John brought his calloused thumb up to work small circles on your bundle of nerves and you moaned at the feeling. Everything that he did made you feel more and more relieved, you could practically feel how much he loved you. When you situated yourself on your elbows so you could see what he was doing, he looked up at you. 

"Can Daddy taste you?" He asked, licking his lips, as he looked directly into your eyes. 

"Please," You squeaked out, feeling hot and bothered and needing as much of him as you could get. 

Watching as his head disappeared in between your legs, you bit your lip as his tongue trailed once up your slit and collected as much wetness in his mouth as possible. You could hear his groaning in approval just before he began to delve into your core again. 

Not bothering to suppress your satisfaction, you moaned as his tongue flicked itself over and over on your clit, bringing out a type of burn that you'd never felt before. 

You could feel your core heat up as he relentlessly attacked you with his tongue, alternating between circling and flicking, perfectly timing when one or the other became too much or dull. He began to suck down lightly, pulling more moans out of your throat, and you felt the uneasiness in your stomach waiting to spill itself. 

Your fingers locked themselves in his short hair, gaining a grunt from him as he began to go faster with his motions. His tongue was hammering your sensitive bud at a furious pace, leaving you a moaning mess as something suddenly snapped inside of you. 

"Daddy," You whined when he didn't stop. 

Your hips buckled and your thighs tried to shut themselves as John's hands wrapped around and held you down. He kept the pace as he helped you get through whatever it was that just happened. Once he was satisfied, he came to the surface, leaving your legs shaking. 

"What was that?" You asked him, panting as you tried to stop your legs from moving on their own. He continued to hover above you.

"That was an orgasm, sweetheart," John told you before placing a tender kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself when his tongue reached into your mouth, moaning at how satisfied and happy he seemed to be. 

•••

Things were never the same after that day. John insisted on not taking your virginity until he was sure it was going to be special. He wanted the whole candle-lit dinner and the rose petals on the bed, but mostly- he wanted it not to occur in a shitty motel. 

John wanted the whole nine yards just for you and as much as you wanted that too, you didn't really care about the fine details. You wanted him as soon as you could get him and you didn't care what the circumstances were, even if that meant losing your virginity in a crappy motel where the beds creaked.

Plans were whisked away from the two of you, a hunt would come up or Sam and Dean would stick around for too long. It almost seemed impossible to find the 'right' time. 

In between, John helped you learn different things that surrounded sex. You could only assume that those acts were just as satisfying as the real thing, but it only made you crave him more. 

You were so eager to please John and he seemed to feel the same way about you, making you feel more special than Sam or Dean ever felt. Everything just made so much sense, everything seemed so perfect. 

It was hard to contain yourself around your brothers, but John wanted to keep your relationship a secret. You didn't understand why. Why wouldn't he want to show Sam and Dean how happy he made you? Was he embarrassed? Were you not good enough to boast about?

Those questions didn't matter in the middle of the night when he would steal you away to his truck. Every bliss-filled night brought a euphoric feeling that lingered for the following days... but then he would leave. Again. 

It became a routine. Things would seem so hopeful that maybe in a few days, he would be able to steal you away for the night- make it special, but those plans seemed almost hopeless as the weeks went on. 

The hunts became more frequent, especially after Sam came home from school, and John wanted both of his boys as strong as possible- so he chose to hunt by himself most of the time. 

John also became a bit hunt-hungry, losing days of sleep and trying his best to find the monster that killed your mother. It was consuming him and John only really ever seemed to be at peace when he was with you- when you helped suck out every ounce of worry from his soul. 

But a strange guilt was burning slowly in your core. Sam was the one person you trusted in your entire life. The one person you could trust with your secrets, the one person you could trust to be on time, the one person you could trust to be there for you. 

When Sam would come home from school and tell you about his day, or come back from a small day hunt with Dean, you would have nothing to say to him. 

You weren't reading like usual, you were too busy with John or learning new things from porn. You weren't supposed to tell Sam and it ate at you every day. 

It hurt to keep something so special and important away from him. You've told him everything since the moment you could talk- the only saving grace was that he was keeping things from you too. 

First, it started off with him not telling you about sex or what it was. Then, it turned into getting girlfriends that he wouldn't tell anybody about. He was hiding things from you for the first time in your life and you didn't understand why. 

Was he upset with you? Did John say anything to him? Or was he just growing apart from you? 

Showers seemed to be less fun for the past three months. Sam barely talked to you. He barely cracked a joke, he didn't even turn the water cold on purpose to make you squeal. It was just a shower now. You got in, you washed your hair, he washed his hair, you washed your body, he washed his body, and then you both got out. 

Sam wasn't the same Sam that you knew and loved, but you tried your best not to notice.

It was another day. Another boring and quiet shower. Sam hogged all of the water while you focused on trying your best to be normal. 

To be honest, you were upset. All of these months, waiting for him to say something. You were waiting for Sam to explain why he was acting so strangely, but he didn't. 

Sam closed himself off from everybody and every shower that remained silent, other than the casual 'pass the shampoo' that seared into your heart. Maybe Sam didn't love you as much as he used to. Maybe he found someone else. 

You couldn't hold it in anymore- you couldn't live without knowing what was going on in Sam's head. 

"Are you okay?" You asked Sam quietly. He just shrugged his shoulders in return. 

Sam muttered 'I'm fine' and nodded his head, turning back to finish washing his hair. You frowned, knowing that he was probably not fine, and continued to pry. 

"Sammy, please. Just talk to me." You frowned, watching the soapy water fall down his back.

"Talk to you about what?" Sam asked in return, bitterness in his voice that shocked you to your core. 

His tone definitely showed you that he was upset about something, and it hurt to know that he was bottling it in himself. You trembled when he snapped, shivers running down your spine that brought you to cross your arms, and you watched the way he glared at you when he turned around. 

It hurt especially because it was the same glare he often gave your father. It was the same hatred in his eyes and you didn't know what you did to deserve it. 

"Y/N, I'm not angry. I promise. I'm sorry for scaring you." Sam must have picked up on your hurt as his face slumped into concern, placing his hand on your arm. 

You immediately pulled away as Sam continued to look at you sympathetically. 

"I just wished you talked to me, that's all," You replied quietly.

"Yeah, well, I wished you talked to me too," Sam muttered in a voice so close to a whisper you almost couldn't hear. You decided to look back up at him. 

"That's what I'm trying to do, Sam," You told him just as softly as before, looking into his soft eyes. 

Sam gave you a small smile out of courtesy, and you could tell it was hurting him just as much as it was hurting you. 

"I just feel like you are avoiding me. Like you don't want to tell me what's going on in your life anymore." You admitted.

"What about you?" Sam scoffed and you raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, you don't talk to me about your life. Why should I?" He asked, crossing his arms. 

"I don't go to school anymore and I barely leave the motel. There's not much to say," You sighed, frowning at how his aggressive switch was flipping on and off with each comment. 

Sam didn't get upset with you often, but most of the time he was irrational and tended to say things that he didn't mean. 

"Just- just tell me about a book you've read recently," Sam struggled to get out and you shrugged your shoulders. 

"Um, okay. I read The Little Prince recently. The guy in the story crashed in the Sahara desert and-" You were quick to explain. 

"You told me about that book months ago, Y/N," Sam cut you off with hints of a low growl. You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to reach his eyes as they ran away from yours. 

You hadn't read it in a while, but, it was the most recent book you had read- that part was true. The truth about what had been preoccupying your past few months was a secret, a secret that John didn't want anybody to know about. 

For a second, you thought about telling the truth- maybe Sam would be happy to hear about it. Happy that John loved you so much. Happy that you weren't sitting at home miserable every day. 

Ultimately, you decided that you didn't want to upset your father. What if he stopped whatever it was that was going on between the two of you? That, in addition to Sam and Dean, was the only thing that ever made you truly happy around here, and you didn't want to take it for granted. 

"I, uh, I reread it. It's a great book," You lied, this time trying to look away without being too conspicuous. 

It hurt every part of you to lie to Sam like this, especially because you were lying about one of the most important things in your life.

You never lied to Sam, ever. When he didn't say anything back, it ate you completely. The guilt you felt was pounding in the back of your throat. It only took you a few moments of silence to realize that you couldn't take it anymore.

"Sammy, I'm- I'm lying to you." You told him, feeling a rush of relief flood your body as you looked down to the ground.

"I know, Y/N," Sam told you quietly and you nodded your head, the guilt vacuuming back into your body. 

This is why you shouldn't have lied to him in the first place. He knew you so well, too well to let anything slip by. 

"Do you want to tell me the truth?" He asked softly, bringing his fingertips to your chin so that you could look back up at him. 

You nodded your head, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as he looked at you with so much care- something you missed dearly from him. 

"I- I can't." You told him, jerking your head to look anywhere but at him. 

You loved Sam more than any person in the world, but this was something that you needed to keep from him.

"Because Dad said you can't?" Sam asked you and your eyes shot up to look at him, widened at full capacity. 

He knew. That's why he was so upset. That's why he didn't talk to you, why he closed himself off from everybody. But, why? Why did he seem so upset about it? If Sam knew, why hadn't he brought it up sooner?

"It's okay, Y/N, really. It's okay, you can tell me the truth." Sam told you, pulling you close as you frowned into his chest and began to let your mind run. 

What if John found out you told him? Would he not want anything to do with you anymore? Even though the shower was still running against the both of you, the only wetness you could feel were your tears. 

"He's going to hate me, Sammy," You told him, sniffling as you pulled back to look at him. His arms were lazily hung around your torso as he stared down at you with soft eyes. 

"Y/N, did he hurt you?" Sam asked softly, gripping your waist tightly and gently forcing you to keep focused on him. 

"What?" You asked, furrowing your brows as you noticed that Sam seemed to look sad. "No- no, he didn't hurt me. Why would he hurt me?" You questioned again and his grip loosened around you, looking just as confused as you did. "Are you upset?"

Sam took a few seconds to answer, head shaking a confused expression formed on his face. 

"I, uh, no- I'm not upset. I just thought-" He trailed, seeming to be at a loss for words. "I just thought he was hurting you."

"Daddy would never hurt me," You gave him a small grin, shaking your head at the silly comment. "Sammy, he's made me very happy." You purred, feeling his body tense as your fingers glided up and down his sides. 

It was a small chance that you took- if he wasn't upset... then maybe he was happy. Maybe he was just jealous this entire time.

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