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yunggoblin · 12 days

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Stress Reliever - John Winchester (18+)

Pairing: John Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: You and John have been working really hard lately, while you would rather rest, John wanted to start a hunt after finishing one. What’s the best stress reliever? Sex.

Warnings: Smut, Riding, Ass Grabbing, Unprotected Sex, Cussing, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,647

Note: I wrote this about 2017 and finally touched up my old stories. Thank you @dirtysupernaturalimagines for letting me use their imagines and make them into full stories!

The strong wind nearly ripped off the door from the hinges of John’s black pickup truck as you opened it. The harsh wind blew wildly, shaking tree branches harshly, threatening them to snap. The dark clouds were traveling into the small town that you and John decided to stay at, casting the sun’s beautiful ray into the darkness. The one thing you hated about the Midwest was the harsh spring storms.

John must have heard your mumble complaints and whines as he spoke up. “The faster we grab our bags the faster we get into the motel room before this storm hits.” John shut his door and opened up the back to gather his bags.

You shivered slightly as the cool wind hit you again, climbing into the tall pick up truck and retrieving your bag that’s full of clothes and knives. John shut the back driver door as he slugged his bag over his shoulder, you both made your way to the motel door. It wasn’t anything fancy, like always but it had four walls and a roof. John slipped the card in and pulled it out quickly and jiggled the knob.

“You gotta be fucking kidding.” He hissed and slipped the slim card in and pulled it out too quickly once again. The light flashed red to show it was still locked. “He gave us the wrong card key.” He snarled. Thunder rumbled in the distance stating that any moment now it was about to rain.

You sighed heavily, your back ached from the long day you had and now the heavy bag hanging off your shoulder. “You’re doing it too fast.” You finally told him as he tried it again, red light blinking. Reaching out and grabbing the card, your fingers brushed up against his rough ones. You slid the plastic card into the slot and gently gilded it out. The light flashed green and the locked clink, a sign that the door unlocked.

John grumbled under his breath and roughly turned the knob and shoved the door open so hard that the door knob on the other side hit the white wall roughly. He didn’t even address it, he walked into the dark hotel room flickering the lights on. The room was neat but small. It had a desk, box television that probably held only three channels, a small dresser with lamps on it, between the two twin size beds.

As you walked into the room and shut the door lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the sky, heavy rain drops started coming down beating against the window of the room. You placed your heavy traveling bag on to the bed closest to the wall, where John got the bed closest to the desk. “I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, jamming your thumb over your shoulder towards the bathroom behind you.

The older man grunted in response as he sat in the wooden chair and pulled out his books and journal. Your eyes flickered towards the worn out book, John was sketching and writing in no time, most likely about the recent hunt that you both finished. You unzipped your bag and grabbed your pajamas from the black carrier. Sighing heavily and tiredly you shuffled your way towards the bathroom.

Once the door shut and locked you turned the knobs of the shower making water sputter out from the old fossett. As the water was running to become the right temperature for your body, you stared at the mirror as you undressed. Old scars that were nearly healed littered all over your body and some new scars were still healing.

One particular faded scar pointed out the most, a bullet hole in your shoulder. Your fingers grazed against the knotted flesh, hissing softly as the memory hit you like a brick.

“I told you to fucking move.” John snarled as he cracked open a bottle of whiskey.

“He was going to shoot you and guess what, he did!” You gritted your teeth, holding onto your bleeding shoulder with a clean bullet hole coming into your shoulder and out the other side.

John tossed the lid of the cap on the floor. “Stupid girl. I can handle myself.” John sat next to you, tripping your short sleeve shirt with one tear, exposing the fresh wound.

You didn’t know what to say, you knew John could handle himself but you couldn’t see him going through this pain, he already has gone through so much and you also really wanted to impress him tonight too. Dean, your long time friend suggested that you should take a few trips with his dad, learn the ropes and new things. You were excited, John on the other hand wasn’t too thrilled to have a ‘sidekick’. “Shut up.” You mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

You wanted John stand up and started to undo his belt, your eyes slightly widen at the sight of him and your eyes glued to his crotch area, you quickly looked away only to look back in between his legs. “What- What are you.”

John folded his leather belt in half and placed it towards your face. “Open.” You opened your mouth as he shoved the belt horizontally in your mouth. “Bite.”

You sunk your teeth down on the leather, holding it tightly.

“This is going to hurt.” He sighed and without giving you a warning he doused the whiskey all over your shoulder before sewing the hole shut.

Werewolves, vampires and ghouls weren’t the only dangerous things out in the dark. After having a successful first ever mission with John Winchester, the legend that all hunters spoke about, some coked up addict decided to rob you after leaving a bar from a salt and burn. You knew the tweaker was trigger happy and once you saw his eyes pure dilated and wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer you quickly jumped in front of John as the bullet left the gun.

No one really mentioned how hunting monsters would put so much damage on your body, but then again no one really talked about mental health in this life. The only ‘medication’ was a beer in one hand and a shotgun in the other killing or drinking away your frustrations.

As the mirror fogged up, you turned away from your reflection and entered the shower, hissing softly as the hot water ran down your achy body. You stood there, watching the dirty water wash down the drain. As you soaked in the water you finally fully scrubbed your hair and body, washing off the dried blood from the creature you killed today.

Fully washed and refreshed you turned the water off and wrapped a white towel around your body, the towel barely covered your thighs. Drawing back the curtain and stepping out you dried off your body and put on fluffy pajama pants with a white tank top with a built-in bra.

You walked out of the bathroom, you rustled the damp towel against your wet hair, trying to dry it as best as you could before going to bed.

“Yeah Bobby,“ You heard a rough voice talk. "Okay, thanks again.” You saw John still sitting in the wooden chair, doing research of what it looks to be another case.

Frowning, you walked towards him. His dark hair stuck every which way as he ran his thick fingers through it at times. His eyes skimmed through the pages of the book that was on his lap. His right hand rubbing his salt and pepper beard as his wet tongue darted out on his dried lips.

"You can go to bed, I got this.“ His voice was the reason you snapped out of your hypnotic stare, the things he could do with his tongue… Quickly shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts you frowned down at him.

"John, you really need sleep.” You said.

"I’m working on a case and it’s not too far from here.” He mumbled through his hand as his elbow was on the chair rest with his chin resting on his hand hiding his mouth.

"But we just finished one.” You pouted, you wanted him to rest. He was just running on booze and adrenaline, it wasn’t healthy for a man his age. Sighing heavily you run your fingers through your somewhat dried and tangled hair.

"I know.“ He snapped which startled you. "I know.” He said a bit softer, barely a whisper.

Silence filled the small hotel room. “John, you really need sleep.” You whispered, approaching the man. Your hands resting on his shoulders. You felt himself tense underneath your touch. “Relax John.” You muttered and moved your thumbs in a circular motion on his shoulder blades.

"You've got knots.” You told him as you started rubbing the crook of his neck trying to loosen up his tight muscles. You heard a sigh of relief escaping his perfect lips. He tilted his head back a bit, getting more relaxed and used to your touch.

"Your fingers work like magic.” He groaned. His words made you smile, you leaned down digging your elbow into his shoulder-blade realizing that your fingers weren’t going to do much. He grunted lowly at the new pressure. Your hot breath hitting the back of his neck, making him get goosebumps.

"Sorry, just trying to get you relaxed.“ You murmured the confession to him.

You pulled away from him and ran your fingers through his hair, you couldn’t help yourself, only for you to quickly pull away after hearing a soft moan escape his lips. "Sorry.” You said softly, fully pulling your hands away from him. "Alright, well I’m going to bed and you should too.“ You said softly and looked at the book he moved off of his lap.

Your face became bright red at the sight of his pants tighter and a bulge in his blue jeans. He must have noticed your expression because he immediately grabbed the book and placed it right back on his lap.

"It’s just… I haven’t had a woman's touch in awhile.” He sighed heavily. You watched him look down at the book you couldn’t help but step closer to him. Your hands going back on to his shoulders and rubbing them, your left hand trailing down to his chest, his breath hitched in his throat.

"W- What are you doing, Y/N?” He questioned. You smirked softly as your hand trailed down to his jeans.

"I’m giving you a massage.” You said innocently, turning your head towards him with a sly smile your lips started to kiss his scruffy neck. A low growl escaped his throat as you brought your lips to his ear. “Is that okay?” Your hot breath hit against the shell of his ear making him shiver.

"Y/N” He began in a groan as your hand placed over the bulge in his pants, grinding your hand against it. “You really don’t want an old man like myself.” His head tilted back on the chair, giving you more access to his neck.

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?“ You questioned with a pout. "Now come on.” You helped him out of the chair with a smile. “Let’s get you taken care of.” You giggled and started to fiddle with his black belt around his waist. You unbuckled it and tugged his pants down. You took off your shirt while he kicked out of his blue jeans.

Once your shirt was over your head and tossed somewhere on the ground you saw the oldest Winchester only in his black boxers. You smiled softly, he walked up to you and picked you up, placing you down gently on the springy bed.

His long fingers grabbing the hem of your fluffy pants and tugging them down your smooth legs along with your panties. He smirked up at you and kissed your hip softly.

"I’m supposed to take care of you.” You gasped out, making him chuckle lowly.

"Alright, alright.” He said crawling up towards you and soon rolling over, you on top. “Show me what you're made of, baby.” He chuckled deeply. Pushing his boxers down his legs his erected cock sprung up hitting against his stomach.

John soon groaned lowly as you rolled your hips against him. “Fucking tease.” He muttered and bucked his hips up.

"That’s nothing.” You giggled out and grabbed his thick length and guided it towards your wet entrance. Slowly sliding down on him only putting his head in and soon rising up pulling him out, just letting the tip rest inside of you. He growled, his brown eyes dark and full of lust.

"You better take me before I flip us over and pound my cock in you.” He demanded which made goosebumps rise on your skin, you’ve never heard John like this and it made you go feral. Slowly sliding all the way down his hard erection you couldn’t help but to tilt your head back moaning in pure bliss.

"That’s a good girl.“ He mumbled while rubbing your hips, it was all just too much. With each movement your breasts bounced. "Now that’s what I like to see.” He smirked, eyeing your breasts, making you blush as he cupped your breasts, the pad of his thumbs going over your hardening nipples.

You raise up slowly and push back down on his cock, letting out cute moans. Soon enough your walls were clenching around him as you were now bouncing on him. John let out a few grunts and moans, while you were clawing at his chest and shoulders for balance.

His hands left your breasts slowly going behind and gripping your ass. Gasping loudly as one of his hands came slapping down on your cheek making it bright red. “Y- You know I bruise easily.” You squealed out as he gripped the stinging red flesh.

"Well then, you’re gonna be covered in bruises when I’m done with you.“ He chuckled softly and bucked his hips up into you, hitting your g-spot. Each time John pulled you down on his cock he would grab your ass and slightly spread your cheeks, making you moan loudly at the feeling of him opening you up.

“John!” You cried out, meeting with his thrusts, bouncing harder on his cock, the springy bed that possibly was in the same situation a few nights ago started to squeak. "I- I’m going to come.” You warned him.

"Oh already?” John teased. “We just started.” One hand left your ass and was on your sensitive clit. Crying out loudly soon took you over the edge. Your walls tightened around his cock, coming undone within seconds. John gripped your ass and planted his feet up on the bed.

"Hold on baby.” He demanded and slammed his hips up roughly that made you collapse, your chest up against his, your face buried into his neck trying to muffle your moans as his cock was drilling into you, loud squelching sounds erupted throughout the room each time his cock penetrated you. You moaned loudly as his cock twitched up against sensitive areas in your pussy that you didn’t know existed.

Soon enough his cock spurting out come, covering your walls. You cried out loudly as he thrust his cock in and out, pushing his come deeper into you.

Panting heavily you slowly slid off him, cuddling up against him. “No use of getting a double-bedded room.” You giggled softly looking over to see the other bed untouched and still neatly made. Soon enough there was a pounding on the other side of the wall.

"Will you two give it a rest!?“ The person in the other room shouted.

Which only made John smirk widely and rolled on top of you. "I think they wanna encore.” He chuckled deeply and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

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delulu-hours · 10 months

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Should I

I have this Sam fanfiction brewing in my head. My only issue is that I'm not sure if I want to make it a series or just like a one-shot. I'm also not sure if anyone is interested in it.

This is just a bit of what I have down for now. Might change it up a bit later. Also please excuse any errors, I haven't really gone through it.

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“You know,” I plopped down on the hotel bed as I held the phone to my ear. A small groan left my lips. “During the time I’ve known you, you never shut up about this brother of yours. When do I get to meet the special man?” I earned a deep chuckle as I could already picture the smile on his face.

“Well, when I see him I’ll let you know.” I could hear the change of tone in his voice. I knew Dean and his brother’s relationship wasn’t on the best terms, especially when his brother had left to go to college. He wanted a normal life, and there is nothing wrong with that except for the fact that it is hard to live a normal life knowing what is out there. “How’d your case go?” A sigh left my lips.

“Not as planned but fuck there was more vampires than I thought.” I had gotten word of a possible vampire situation back in Iowa. Dean offered to come help if I needed it but from what I had gathered it was only two blood suckers. Boy was my intel wrong. When I got there, there were three more than I expected. They did put up one hell of a fight but I did my best withstanding them. Besides being thrown into the wall a few times and getting the wind knocked out of me, I was okay. Just a few bruises that were gonna form and my body just aching.

“I could have been there to help.” I rolled my eyes at his comment. Dean and I had known each other for about three years. We had met on one of his hunts and I was nineteen. At the time my friends had decided that playing with a ouija board was a good idea. They wanted to summon the dead. My father had warned me plenty of times never to mess with those things and yet something within me told me it couldn’t be that bad. Let’s just say Dean saved me and my friends from anything really bad from happening. It was also the day I found out what my dad actually did. Found out that my dad knew Dean and his dad and that they were hunters. It explained a lot, especially since he wasn’t around any more. It also explained why mom was always very cautious of certain things I never fully understood.

“Can’t have you always helping me.” I touched my necklace. “Besides, I’m sure you taught me enough so that I can handle myself.” He let out a scoff.

"I ain't doubting you but I can't imagine it being easy hunting alone for someone who's just starting out." I had to bite my tongue to suppress a laugh. Dean did spend about a year and half having me tag along with him on cases just so I could learn everything I could. During that time I did get my ass handed to me and he also taught me some self defense moves.

"You gonna tell me the reason you called?" I decided it would be best to not start an argument with the man. The line went quiet as I turned to lay on my stomach. I could hear Zed Leppelin playing quietly in the background.

"Who says I didn't call to chat?" I scoffed. I knew Dean better than he cared to admit.

"Dean, don't beat around the bush." He sighed knowing he wasn’t going to be able to lie to me. "You gonna tell me the real reason why you called?"

"Have you seen my dad?" I glanced at the man who was sitting on the chair in the two bed motel. He looked through his journal, not bothering to glance up at me. I clenched my jaw, hating the fact I was about to lie to him.

"No, I haven't seen your old man for about a month now." This caught John's attention as he looked up at me. "Why? Is something wrong?" The frown on my lips grew as he just went back to doing whatever he was working on. As if he wasn’t even bothered by the fact his son was looking for him. I didn’t even know why I was lying to Dean. John didn’t give me much of a reason except for the fact I needed to act like I hadn’t seen him.

"I haven't been able to get a hold of him for a week now." I could hear the concern in his voice and the weight of lying just grew on my chest.

"Do you want to help? I can meet you somewhere and we can look for you old man."

"It's fine Elena. I'm sure he'll call back soon." We both knew that wasn't gonna be the case. If he had gone a week without contact, he wasn’t gonna contact him anytime soon. With that we ended our call and an annoyed sigh left my lips.

"You finally gonna tell me why I just had to lie and why you're here?" I pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. John took a drink of his beer before smiling at me.

"I want your help." A frown settled on my lips as I shook my head. I had worked with John in plenty of cases to know it wasn’t going to be easy.

"Last time you asked for my help, I found out that I was anything but normal, which let's not forget how you almost tried to kill me too." He just let out an amused snort before giving me an apologetic look. It slightly angered me with how easily he brushed off that incident.

"It's all in the past." He got up and walked over to me. "I'm close." He dropped his findings on my lap. "And I think it’s something you can help me with." I clicked my tongue annoyed at the man. Annoyed that he did as he pleased with no proper explanation or even consideration towards others.

"I'll help but just know if Dean calls and needs me,” I gave him a small glare. “I'm gone." I was ready to argue with the man but his response caught me off guard. John nodded as I looked down at the papers in my lap.

"You'll be good for them." Was the last thing he said before allowing me to skim through everything.

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