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Rosary Beads: John Winchester x Reader (NSFW)

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Prequel to:

Did You Miss Me? (NSFW) - John shows you just how much he's missed you.

Staged - You wake up surprised to find John's stuck around.

It’s starts with a game of poker, strip poker to be exact.

Your clothes are piled in the centre of the table, your damp neon pink panties tossed on top of John’s denim jeans. The cards are long discarded, scattered cross the surface as John presses you down upon it, your hands bound behind your back with the rosary that’s usually twisted around your wrist like a bracelet. The beads dig into your skin as his palm grips your ass, kneading the red imprint he’s left on that perfect peach. You’re glistening for him, he can see your wetness in the dim lighting of the bar you’ve been working since you quit being a hunter.

His hand roams up your back, his fingertips tracing over the scars left by the monsters you’ve faced, the ones that almost killed you the last time.

It scares him how close he came to losing you, he thinks that’s why he keeps coming back, to remind himself that you survived the attack. 

Just a glimpse, he always promises himself, just a glance to make sure you’re doing ok but it’s not enough, it’s never enough because the only way John feels truly alive is when he’s with you. That’s what’s so heart breaking about the whole thing.

It’s a relief when he fills you, he can tell you feel it too by the way your body responds to him. His palm comes to rest on the nape of you neck, tracing over the tattoo of a crescent moon behind your left ear. He has the same one on his wrist, a sign of his commitment to you, one that can never be erased.

“God it feels like coming home.” He whispers as he begins to move in long, slow thrusts.

The rosary beads clack together as you shift, turning your cheek so it presses against the table, your skin flushing that pretty shade of pink. Your breathing hitches and already he can feel you tightening around him, forcing his own climax. A tear leaks down your cheek as you come together and he understands in that moment how overwhelming it is to be with him again.

That love, it’s always there, it never really dies.

“Oh honey I know.” He whispers, his voice raw with emotion as his thumb wipes the salt from your skin. “I feel it too.”

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The Safest Place

Sam and Dean & little sister!reader, John Winchester & daughter!reader

Synopsis: John has to tell you (4) about monsters, and you don’t take it well

Warnings: none, it’s short and sweet

“And that’s what me and Sammy and Dean do. And that’s why we move around all the time, and why you can’t go to work with me, and…” John swallowed. “Kiddo that’s why you don’t have a mom. Demons took her.”

Dean couldn’t watch. He didn’t even want to listen. He’d wanted to keep you from the truth for so much longer, but you were so much more nosy than Sam had been. You went through John’s journal and asked about all the monster pictures you saw in it, you asked John countless questions about the guns and the newspaper clippings and…and everything. But it was more than that—you were also clingy. Clingy to the point where you’d sneak out and try to follow either John or your brothers when they went out to hunt monsters. After a close call with a vampire where you snuck into the Impala then almost got yourself killed, John decided that enough was enough. You wouldn’t last long in this life unless you had a healthy fear of the supernatural. So that’s what John had to give you.

“What if demons take you?” Your quiet whimper finally had Dean looking up. You were shaking, blinking up at your dad as if waiting for him to say that it was all a joke and monsters weren’t real.

“The demons aren’t gonna take me,” John promised. “That’s why we hunt. So they can’t take anybody else.”

You didn’t respond, so John reached down and picked you up, laying you down on his bed and tucking you in.

“Get some sleep, kiddo.”

…

John fell asleep quickly, but Dean could hear you tossing and turning even as he struggled to settle down himself. He was always the last to fall asleep, and having to share a bed with Sam since there was no pullout couch wasn’t helping.

Because of his insomnia, Dean was the first to hear your feet padding on the motel carpet as you slipped off John’s bed and tiptoed your way over to Dean’s.

“De?” Dean could tell you were crying from just the one syllable. “De, I need help.”

Dean rolled over to see you standing at the edge of his bed, your arms stretched out for him. Dean pulled you up onto the bed without comment, and once his arms were around you you refused to let him go.

“I don’t want the demons to get me, De,” you sniffled.

“Hey—“ Dean tightened his arms around you. “—I’m not gonna let any demons get you, ok?”

“Hey, what’s going on?” Sam whispered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Demons are scary, Sammy,” you whimpered.

“Oh honey…” Sam disentangled you from Dean’s arms and cradled you in his lap.

“How do I fight demons?” You rubbed at your eyes.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about that,” Dean said. “I don’t ever want you thinking about it. Me and Sammy and Dad are gonna get those demons, ok? Nobody’s ever gonna hurt you.”

“Yeah, and you wanna know what the safest place is?” Sam asked. You nodded firmly. “It’s right about…” Sam laid back down, and Dean followed his lead. “Here.” Sam positioned you in between himself and Dean, tucking you under the covers and keeping one arm over you. You latched onto his arm, your tiny hands wrapping around his fingers.

“Nobody can hurt you here,” Dean promised. “Me and Sammy and Dad won’t let them.”

You reached your hand out for Dean, and he responded by putting his arm over Sam’s, so you had both of your brother’s arms protecting you.

You were asleep in minutes.

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Sharing Father and Son

Summary: After a physical hunt, you finally invite John Winchester into your bed, but you get more than you asked for when Dean comes back and gets involved.

Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester & reader (OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59479396

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, female reader, threesome, double penetration, unprotected p in v, ass play, age gap, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This is day 2 to go with this kinktober list. The prompt I used was double penetration. When I started this fic, Dean and John were winning the pool so that's why I chose this duo. Credit for the gifs @jdmorganz & @spacedean

In the darkness you laid waiting. A strange smell was coming from the heater that was barely blowing out any hot air, leaving you cuddling the comforter closer to your body. Today you had done something bold. Something you never thought you would have the strength to do. After going on a hunt with John that was very physical, you decided that you wanted to give yourself to him. So when John went to take a shower in the room that was connected to yours, you wrote him a note and left it on the table for him to find when he got back. You made sure to put the corner of the note under the bottle of whiskey so he would certainly see it. John always drank himself to sleep every night so you knew he wouldn’t miss it.

Lately, you had been spending a lot of alone time with John. Especially with Dean trying to prove himself to his father and him going off on his own for hunts. Sam was away at college and truthfully? You looked forward to it just being the two of you.

You were a fellow hunter that teamed up with John and Dean after a group of vampires killed your family. The boys had empathy for you being alone, so they taught you everything they knew and trained you. You were Dean’s age, but there was something about John that drew you to him. When Dean was around, you tried to hide your feelings for John. You didn’t want to make it weird since you were the same age as Dean. When you’d flirt with John, a lot of the time he’d flirt back. On the nights he had a few drinks in him, that’s when John’s confidence seemed to come out more. Maybe it was just because he was more relaxed, but the things he would say to you when the two of you were flirting would warm you to the core. Many nights you wished he would take you, but it often led to John falling asleep with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Tonight, you just wanted more. So you finally made it known.

After you left that note for John, you went back to your room leaving the connecting door between the two rooms unlocked. You stripped out of your clothes, turned the lights off and laid at the center of the bed.

Your note was very direct.

I want you. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll be naked underneath the blankets.

It felt like things were taking too long. And that left you having second thoughts. Maybe John didn’t have those kind of feelings toward you. Maybe he would just flirt back with you not to make you feel bad about yourself. The longer you waited, the more you wondered if you should have just put your clothes back on and went to explain yourself to John.

Right as you went to pull the blankets back, the sound of the door pushing open was heard. Your blood rushed through your veins with excitement. Nothing was said. It was so dark in the room with the heavy curtains covering the windows that you couldn’t see him. You just heard him. That was something you were starting to regret.

The sound of something dropping to the floor was heard causing you to let out a nervous breath. There was a dip at the bottom of the bed and you felt the blankets being pulled up at the bottom. A cool rush of air surrounded you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of a body crawling up the bed from the bottom.

Rough fingertips dragged across your ankle toward the inside of your leg. Immediately it drew chills through your body. With him coming in here? That meant he wanted you too. Tipping your head back into the pillows, you felt the warmth of breath hovering over you. A faint brush of lips was felt at your knee. The short stubble scratched at your flesh and you liked the way that it felt.

You wanted to speak, but he seemed determined on something else. Each kiss grew stronger as it led up over the inside of your thigh. There was a wetness that was left over your skin and you licked your lips. More than anything you wished you could watch him, but the idea that you couldn’t see seemed to enhance the sensation of his kisses over your flesh. So maybe this was a good thing.

Gasping, you felt arms hooking under your thighs to pull you down toward the center of the bed closer to him. The force his hands had on your flesh was strong and you were surprised how eager he seemed for this. Licking your lips, you lifted your head with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most personal parts. His right arm released one of your legs, pushing at your thigh to separate your legs enough for him to be able to bury his head between your thighs.

A few stray kisses were pressing further up the inside of your thigh until he found your core. Kiss after gentle kiss covered your folds with him taking his time. By the time his tongue dragged a strip out over the length of your sex, he had you trembling with anticipation. Focusing on the buildup was not something that you pictured John doing, but he was. When his tongue met your clit, it circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with soft circles at first. Growing in strength with each circle of his tongue led to him slurping at the small nub.

Moaning out, your hips lifted toward him wanting to feel more of that, but his left arm was still hooked around your other thigh keeping you locked in place. Stretching your arms up, you balled the material of the blanket in your fingers squeezing tightly. Each stroke of his tongue grew stronger focusing for a while on your clit until he turned his attention onto your folds sucking at them and giving them a small nibble.

Your breathing grew broken, your eyes slamming shut with him drawing a long line down from your clitoris to your entrance. Teasing at the tight hole had you whimpering out, your fingers squeezing even harder at the blankets. Prodding at your entrance with his tongue, he slurped and sucked before dragging the length of his tongue back up toward your clitoris to do the same dance with his tongue.

That’s where he focused for a while, his mouth working hard at the bundle of nerves. Switching from his mouth to his fingers to circle it with a bit of pressure. He was working to get you to an orgasm first and you appreciated it. You were enjoying what he was doing very much and you were letting him know with the sounds he was drawing out from you.

Crying out, your hips were rocking into his movements with your thighs twitching. You were right on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell by the way you were breathing. The strength of his tongue grew with him burying his head further between your thighs. It didn’t take long before you were shuddering beneath him, your thighs tremoring from what he had done to you.

Releasing the blanket, you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath. Fuck. That was good. Soon he was kissing up the lengths of your body. Over your abdomen, between your breasts and then over the side of your neck. Bracing his weight over your body, you felt the warmth of his breath lingering over your lips and you leaned up toward him wanting him to kiss you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” the familiar voice breathed against your lips causing your body to immediately tense up. You knew that voice, but the only problem? That wasn’t John Winchester.

“Dean?” you blurt out his name hearing the confused breath that followed.

“Yeah?” Dean’s raspy voice replied back. Involuntarily, without thinking, you immediately pushed into the center of his chest shoving him back. Scrambling for the light, you flicked it on and when you met the green-eyed stare of John’s son you let out a small scream. It had Dean jumping up from the bed, standing beside it. He was shirtless only wearing his jeans that were hanging low at his hips. The room was spinning around you as you buried your face in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s going on?” the door swung open with John soaked standing in the doorway clinging tightly to the worn-down white towel that he had grabbed from the bathroom. Coming to a quick halt, John’s eyes fell upon your bare breasts that were revealed with the blanket hanging at your waist and color flooded into his face. “Oh, wow…”

Tugging the blanket up, you covered yourself wishing that the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Lifting your stare, you saw that John was looking to Dean expecting some kind of answer. Dean threw his hands up in the air, his jaw flexing in panic. Having a nearly naked John soaking wet, only holding the towel that he had grabbed together with his hand and a shirtless Dean in your room made you feel lightheaded.

“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on, or…?” John finally spoke up, reaching up to brush his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back.

“I got the note you left for me,” Dean explained pulling the note you left for John out of his back pocket. Holding it up, it had John’s eyes narrowing trying to read what it said. “I don’t understand, why did you just scream?”

“Damn it,” you scoffed under your breath hating that you were being put in this position. “I didn’t leave that note for you, I left it for him.”

Pointing to John had Dean’s face going completely pale, his eyes growing wide as he looked to John, “Him? My dad?”

“I didn’t even know you were going to be back today Dean,” you claimed with guilt eating away at you over what just happened. John stepped forward to snatch the note from Dean’s fingers to read it. A raspy laugh fell from John’s lips that he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” John confessed with a wrinkle of his nose looking between the two of you. “Come on, I thought it could be something bad. Demons. Vampires. Something else. This? This is at least a little amusing.”  

“It’s not,” Dean snapped, his chest rising and falling heavily. By his reaction, he was offended that the note you left was for his father and not him. “I thought dad told you that I was coming back tonight and you missed me.”

“I mean, I missed you, but…” your eyes lingered back to John, your stare dropping down to the top of his towel making your mouth go dry. “It was meant for him.”

“You…you want to be with my dad?” Dean blurt out, his face scrunching up in disgust looking between you and John. You were embarrassed, but at the same time your body was still euphoric off the orgasm that Dean had got you to before everything fell to shit. “But, you’re my age.”

“I know,” you whispered noticing that John was really quiet in the moment. His hazel eyes were shifting as if he was contemplating things. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were attracted to me. We kissed several times,” Dean reminded you of your past together with the years that you spent alone. “I’ve been crushing on you this whole time and I thought you were playing hard to get. I thought the time away from me…”

“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” John interrupted Dean, holding his finger up to silence his son. “We can actually make a very good thing happen from this.”

“How?” Dean panted, his hands resting at his hips while he tried to catch his breath. “I just found out the woman that I’m jonesing for wants to fuck my dad. I can’t imagine how weird that is for you since she’s my age.”

“Well…” John paused to think about what to say next, his eyes fixating on you again. “I wouldn’t have turned her down if I found the note first Dean.”

“Come again?” Dean threw his head about dramatically with John sucking at his bottom lip. “The two of you…you want to…?”

“I do,” John admitted with a grunt, carefully closing the door behind him. Switching on the main light, John cleared his throat and waved his hand about in the air. “So you want me?”

You nodded.

“What about mom?” Dean stammered to find words, his eyebrows furrowed with John muttering something under his breath.

“Your mom is dead, Dean. I will love her until the day I die and I will do everything to avenge her, but…” John let his words linger, his head tipping from side to side. “I am a man…and she’s a beautiful woman. We all have needs.”

It went silent in the room. Dean didn’t know how to handle that. But you were thankful John was fighting for this.

“How about a two for one deal?” John reasoned having Dean let out an overwhelmed exhale. “You obviously have some kind of attraction for Dean. Would you be against having both of us?”

“Dad?” Dean tried to get his father’s attention with John holding his hand up to silence Dean.

“I mean…” you started, taking a look between both of them. Dean was breathing heavily, undoubtedly worked up and confused. After what Dean had just done to you, he proved that he was ultimately talented with his mouth. That was the honest to god truth. “I wouldn’t say no. It’s Dean that I would worry about.”

“You like the girl, right?” John commented, stepping further into the room, shrugging his broad shoulders. “This way you get to be with her. We both do.”

“Yeah, but you’re my dad,” Dean stressed, his eyes narrowing and he dramatically bobbed his head about. “That’s…that’s kind of weird.”

“It’s bonding,” John came up with the first thing he could think of and it made you smile. John was trying to come up with an idea to make this work for everyone and honestly? You didn’t hate it. “It’s a father and a son sharing…”

Swallowing down hard, John moved over to the side of the bed lowering down on it. Extending his hand out, he grabbed the blankets and pulled it down over your body letting the blanket rest at your hips. Your naked upper half was on display and you were okay with it.

Stretching out his long fingers, John palmed in over your abdomen. Dragging it up over your breast, he cupped it firmly in his large hand and it had Dean’s cheeks flushing over with color, “If you want to leave, you’re welcome to, but I think you’d be missing out.”

Giving his son a final glance, John turned toward you, using his free hand to curl his finger in underneath your chin to get you to raise your head up. Claiming your lips in a forceful kiss took your breath away. Your eyes came to a slow close with the way he took you in that moment. You had always wanted to kiss John, but never had the guts to do it. Now with his lips caressing over yours, you were eagerly kissing him back enjoying the taste of him. Surprised, you felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to brush against yours and you lifted your hand to hook your fingers into his wet hair.

“Good girl,” John growled when his lips pulled away from yours, capturing your jaw between his thumb and index fingers. Stealing a quick look back at Dean, John knew that by the expression over his son’s face he was lost in contemplation. “If this weirds you out too much, you’re welcome to leave.”

In that moment, John’s hand lowered with his thumb circling over your nipple causing it to grow into a hard bud. He was so nonchalant about the way he was doing things. It had Dean’s eyes following the movement with his lips parting.

After taking a minute to consider, Dean’s hands rested at his hips and he nodded, “You would want both of us? And you’re okay with that?”

“I am,” you admitted right as John lowered down again to start covering the side of your neck with wet kisses. His left hand wrapped around your throat in a possessive grasp eliciting a hiss from you, but you liked the way that it felt.

With a nod, Dean moved across the room and sat at the other side of you opposite of John. Matching his father’s motions, Dean’s lips pressed in over your jawline pampering your flesh with wet kisses. The grasp John’s hand had on your throat grew stronger having you suck in a sharp breath. A moment later, he was standing up from the bed and Dean stole a quick kiss from your lips. The taste of you still lingered over his lips making you hum.

“Alright sweetheart,” John breathed out, curling his finger in underneath your chin to get you to turn your head toward him. Releasing the grasp he had on the towel had it fall to his feet in a thud allowing his body to be exposed to you. With John still being wet from his shower, the dark curls of hair over his body enhanced the lines of every inch of him. John’s girthy uncut cock was semi-erect and it was big. He also had a nice set of testicles on him too. It took your breath away seeing it. By the look on John’s face you knew he was waiting for you to pleasure him. You could tell by the expecting look in his hazel eyes. Grabbing a hold of the base, John wiggled it a bit bringing your attention to it. “Go ahead.”  

With a smirk you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over the side. Stepping closer, John allowed you to press lingering kisses at his hips. It had his head tipping back, his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Nibbling at the soft flesh just under his navel had him releasing an intoxicating growl that spread chills throughout your body.

Shakily reaching up, your fingers curled loosely around John’s manhood giving it a few small strokes. At that moment, you felt the warmth of Dean moving in behind you. A tender caress at your shoulders was felt before he started pampering your flesh with hot, wet kisses. Stepping closer to the bed, John lifted his cock up to your lips dragging it across your lips.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth,” John ordered and you did as he said. Wrapping your lips around John’s cock had him humming out with his fingers sinking into your hair. With flicks of your tongue, you lapped at John’s body enjoying how he seemed to grow harder in your mouth. Purring out against John’s flesh had him moaning out when you felt Dean’s hands drag across the length of your breasts. Dean’s hands were everywhere, touching you and caressing you in attempts to sooth you and make you comfortable. Pulling your lips away from John’s body, you took your time to sheath him in your grasp teasing the flesh back and forth over his growing erection. His hazel eyes watched you closely with you leaning in to kiss at the tip of his cock, sweeping your tongue around the sensitive underside. “That’s it.”

Purring out, you felt Dean’s hand reaching between your thigh to caress over your mound. The sound vibrated against John’s body having him involuntarily arching forward toward you. Dean left tiny nibbles at your shoulder and John led you back toward his arousal. Hooking his fingers around the back of your head helped in leading you to take his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. It was hard to take at first, a slight gagging sound falling from your throat with John groaning out. Thrusting his hips toward your throat had his cock pulling back and pushing forward toward the back of your throat. Wet, slurping sounds were filling the air and John’s manhood was growing harder with every move he made.

“That’s good,” John hummed, pulling you away from his cock by grasping your hair and tugging you back. Stroking his erection in his palm drew attention to the tip and you held your tongue out eliciting a smile from John. Tapping his length against your tongue had an amused rumble of a sound escaping him. Dean’s fingers were working furiously between your thighs and greedily you were rocking your hips against his movements. Dragging your tongue across the slit of John’s manhood left you with the taste of him and you licked your lips. “Dean, get up.”

Snapping his fingers, John pointed to the area beside him. Doing as he was told had you panting out, yearning to be touched again with your hips twitching and your body aching at the loss of friction. Whimpering, John’s firm grasp returned with him getting you to tip your head back. A demanding, breath-taking kiss was stolen from your lips and it had you caressing up over the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into his thick locks. The way his tongue caressed over yours made it feel like the room was spinning around you. As soon as Dean stepped before you, John took his time pulling back, giving your bottom lip a tiny tug and then he dragged his tongue out over the inside of your bottom lip.

Licking his lips when he pulled away, John dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. There was still discomfort in Dean’s features when you looked to him. Undoubtedly this was the first time that he had a threesome with his father and you pictured that’d be uncomfortable for anyone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John stroking over his length in sluggish movements. Between the two of them, there were a lot of similarities, but also a lot of differences. John had a lot more hair on his body, whereas Dean was mostly smooth.

Grasping to the loops on Dean’s jeans, you tugged him forward eliciting a gasp from him. Stumbling toward you, Dean swept his fingers in over the side of your face drawing you to close your eyes. Turning your head toward his touch left you appreciating the gentleness of Dean. Kissing at his pulse point took Dean’s breath away and he shuddered. There was a big difference between John and Dean already. John was dirty in the best of ways, but Dean appeared to be more innocent. Then again, did an innocent man really have that kind of talent when going down on someone?

Unhooking the belt in Dean’s pants, you felt a breath catch in your throat with John lowering down beside you on the bed. John was sweeping your hair from your neck, his mouth covering the side of your neck with you pulling apart Dean’s pants. Licking his lips, Dean traced his thumb in over your bottom lip collecting the wetness at your lips. Allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth, you looked up at him with big eyes enjoying the way that it felt between the two of them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dean commented, his green eyes locked on your movements while you sucked at the tip.

“Fucking gorgeous,” John agreed, his large palm pressing between your thighs causing your eyes to flutter to a close. Shifting your hips forward and opening your thighs gave room for John to caress and touch you as he pleased.

Parting the material of Dean’s jeans, you tried to focus yourself. Sliding your hands down over his hips, you grabbed at his jeans tugging them down firmly. The movement had Dean’s hard cock bouncing free from behind the confinements. Unlike John, Dean was already rock solid with his erection throbbing. Which honestly made since after everything the two of you had already gone through before John showed up. Like his father, he was uncut and big. Not as thick as John, but still impressive. It visibly ran in the family.

The way it bobbed in front of you had your mouth watering. Like you had done with John, you curled your fingers around Dean’s length, stroking it while you peppered his hips with wet kisses. Gasping, you felt your body being pulled forward toward the edge of the bed. It had you falling back on your elbows. John had lowered himself between your thighs and Dean had knelt on the corner of the bed to make it easier for him to trace the tip of his cock over your lips. Drawing your mouth open further, you allowed Dean to press his hips forward to sink his cock between your lips. Dragging your tongue along the smooth length of his cock had Dean dropping his head back and moaning out.

John now had situated himself between your legs, his rough palms caressing over the fleshy part of your thighs. It was hard to focus with John’s kisses growing closer to your core, but you did your best to stroke over Dean’s body at the same pace that your mouth was moving over his length. By the time that John’s mouth met your center, it was easy to tell that he was much rougher than Dean was. Closing your eyes, you hummed against Dean’s cock getting him to shudder on his knees before you. Bracing himself with his free hand on the bed, Dean lowered just enough to help start thrusting his hips forward drawing his cock further into your throat.

Wet slurping sounds surrounded the both of you between John eating you out and you giving Dean a blowjob. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see John shaking his head from side to side. Pulling back every so often to lick his lips. John was feasting on you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Growls were escaping his throat, his tongue lapping at your entrance having you crying out.

One of John’s long, slender digits circled your entrance before pushing forward into your warmth. Cooing out, you watched John pumping his finger inside of you at a steady tempo. Joining the first, John inserted a second finger rubbing them up against your g-spot. Dropping his head back between your thighs, John’s lips latched to your clit, slurping and suckling at the sensitive bud.

“Rest back,” Dean urged you getting you to lay back against the bed. Bracing his hands on the bed, Dean used his right hand to urge his cock back to your lips. Opening up, you knew you were shaking with what John was building up inside of you. Sinking his member back into your mouth had Dean moaning out at the heat that surrounded him. Being careful at first, Dean was thrusting his hips working to fuck your throat while John pleasured you.

It was hard to breathe, but you were doing your best with your hands squeezing up and over Dean’s hips. Tremoring, you began to realize the pressure that John was flooding you with. The pit of your belly was tingling, your hips arching up toward every caress of his tongue. Moaning out sent vibrations throughout Dean’s body with his cock down your throat. A wet sound filled the air with a growl from John having you pulling your hips up and away from him. Pushing into Dean’s hip gave him the hint he needed to let you have a minute with you rolling onto your side. Your body was shaking, your thighs twitching and your eyes slammed close.

“Oh, she’s gonna be fun,” John stammered, getting up from the bed and reaching for you. Moving you to the center of the bed, John gave Dean a quick look and cleared his throat. “Why don’t you go first?”

“Yeah?” Dean confirmed with John who gave him a confident nod. Crawling in over you, Dean attempted to get you to open your eyes. Whimpering out, your breathing was broken and your body was still high off of what John had done to you. “Look at me beautiful.”

Forcing your eyes open, your heart skipped a beat at the way that Dean was looking at you. Even though this whole thing was meant for John, you weren’t really losing out in getting Dean either. He was gorgeous and the way he looked at you took your breath away.

“I’m gonna go grab something,” John announced pointing back toward the door that connected your rooms together. There was a kick to his step, but before you could say anything to beckon him back, Dean’s hand palmed in over the side of your face getting your eyes to connect with his.

This was never a way you pictured yourself with Dean. Yeah, the two of you had kissed in heat of the moment situations or when you were both drunk, but you never saw it going any further than that. But now with the warmth of Dean’s naked body over yours, you realized that this was actually happening.

Bracing himself on his left hand, Dean allowed his hand to trace down over your side, down over your hip and to your thigh. Chills flooded your body with the way it felt, your breath catching in your throat with the way he looked at you. It was safe to say that you were looking at Dean in a completely new light.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of doing this,” Dean breathed, his words vibrating against your lips with you arching up toward him wanting him to kiss you. An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips and it was a smile that you had seen so many times before on John. Bringing your lips together in a heated sweep, Dean reached between the two of you leading himself to your entrance. With a push forward of his hips, the tip entered you causing you to moan out and drop your head back into the pillows further. Dean’s lips found their way to your jawline, peppering your skin with wet kisses that felt incredible.

Dean’s forehead pressed forward against yours, pushing forward agonizingly slow until he filled you completely. It had your hips arching up toward his, your body trembling at the way it felt with him inside of you. Your lips were agape, your fingers caressing into Dean’s shoulders until his hips pulled back. Each movement was dragged out with Dean thrusting forward and then back. Everything was brand new so you felt like Dean was taking his time to cherish the way your warmth felt around him. Footsteps were heard and you clung to Dean, looking beyond the bed to see that John was returning to the room. Setting down what he had grabbed on the corner table, John smirked seeing you biting down on your bottom lip as Dean’s movements grew faster. Sharp breaths were falling from your throat, your eyes locked on John’s while his son fucked you. Dropping his hand down, John curled his fingers around his swollen erection sheathing the skin in his fist as he jerked himself off.

With your eyes still locked on John, you kissed at the side of Dean’s face moaning in his ear as his thrusts became more pronounced with his hips smacking up against yours.

“Alright Dean, don’t be greedy,” John slurred, moving over beside the bed to hint to Dean that it was time to switch up. With a frown, Dean pulled his hips away from yours leaving you with a whimpering sound. It didn’t take long for John to reach for you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Positioning himself between your thighs, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed hooking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up over his thighs. “You’ve been a real tease, you know that?”

Licking your lips, you lowered your stare to watch John grabbing a hold of his erection, tapping the swollen tip against your clit. Purring out, you arched your hips up toward John hearing him hum in appreciation. Tracing his cock over the length of your sex, John took his time to admire your body stretched out before him. Lining his body up with your entrance had you sucking in a sharp breath of air. With a firm smack forward, John thrust inside of you with a wet sound. Unlike Dean who took his time, John forced you to take all of him. Whining out, your body arched at the stretching feeling his thick cock left you with.

“Now that’s a beautiful sight,” John hummed, licking his lips at the way his cock looked inside of you. Pulling his hips back dragged out his girthy cock just to the tip. Hooking his arms tightly around your thighs, John smacked forward again. It had your breasts bouncing with the force, your cries flooding the air. Repeating the motion again and again, John kept his right arm hooked firmly around your thigh while the left outstretched to cup one of your breasts in his large palm. Circling his thumb in over the nipple, with his head tipping back.

“Does that feel good?” Dean whispered, the warmth of him pressing in beside you and you felt his lips kissing at your jawline. Nodding, you couldn’t form words. You just turned your head to the side and met Dean in another hot, lingering kiss. John’s thrusts seem to grow stronger having you wince against Dean’s mouth. Dropping his right hand, Dean’s fingers connected with your clit trying to match the pace his father’s hips were making. Cooing out, you bit at Dean’s bottom lip giving it a firm tug enjoying the moan that you got from Dean.

“I have an idea,” John announced, pulling his body from yours swiftly leaving you with the worst empty, aching feeling that you could imagine. Breathing loudly, your heart was hammering in your chest while Dean’s fingers continue to caress over your sensitive folds. Heading to the table to grab what he had brought in, John waved his finger about and nodded toward the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Doing as you were told, which you often did when John gave you an order, you shakily pulled yourself up. It was harder than you thought it would be with the way your body was tremoring. Bracing yourself, you looked over your shoulder when you felt someone palming down between your shoulder blades over the length of your spine. It was John who was gazing over your body. His erection bounced with his movement when he palmed down over your hips to give them a firm squeeze.

With John behind you, Dean worked himself before you to lower himself down on the bed. Motioning you to lower down, Dean curled his fingers around the back of your neck and led your mouth back to his length. This time you took him eagerly between your lips, working to bob your head in steady movements over his manhood.

“You have such a beautiful ass,” John growled, his hands squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Giving it a firm spank had you moaning against Dean’s cock and his head dropped back with a throaty groan. Another spank had your hips bouncing forward and then back against John. The sensation of his cock pressing against your bottom was there as he palmed and squeezed at your flesh once more. Pulling your lips from Dean’s arousal with a wet popping sound, you purred out with John kissing at your lower back and his hands caressing at your thighs. Lowering down behind you, John squeezed at your fleshy bottom, separating the flesh so he could drag his tongue in a long strip along the length of your sex. Focusing on your entrance, John’s tongue flicked, plunged and he slurped at your flesh. Kissing at the tip of Dean’s cock, you tried to focus on continuing to give him a blowjob but you felt John’s tongue drag out against your tight pucker and it made you whimper. Looking back, you saw John pushing apart your cheeks while his tongue focused on your ass eliciting a whine from you. It was a strange sensation that you had never done before, but you didn’t hate it. It had your body tremoring, your hips bouncing back toward him with a growl from John vibrating against your body. Pulling back, John spit causing your hips to bounce forward before he went back to eagerly feasting at your body. Standing up, John yanked your hips back and sank into you again with his thumb circling your tight pucker. Trembling beneath him, your head lowered resting against Dean’s hip with the loud smacking sounds that John’s thrusts were causing. “Do you think you can take the both of us.”

“You mean…” you cooed out with John’s thumb pushing it’s way into the ring of muscle of your tight canal while he continued to pound into your pussy leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” John rumbled proudly, sucking in a sharp breath with how good it felt with the warmth of your body surrounding him. By the sounds you were making and the way you were tremoring, it was obvious that you were nearing another orgasm. Right when he got you to the edge, he pulled from your body eliciting an upset whine. “Lay down on your side. Dean, get her comfortable.”

Helping you to roll over onto your side, Dean laid in beside you urging your leg up over his hip. Pressing in closely, Dean reached between the two of you to lead his cock back into your eager body. Arching in closer to Dean, you were still riding off the high of John almost getting you to another orgasm only to keep you from it. Dean’s heavy breaths were warm against your lips while the two of you shared kisses with the bed dipping behind you.

The heat of John’s body moving in behind you had your forehead pressing to Dean’s. Licking at his lips, Dean’s fingers swept over your jawline having you turn your head toward his hand to press a kiss at the center of his palm.

Tender caresses were felt over your fleshy bottom and it surprised you since John had been rather forceful with the way he had done things previously. Looking back over your shoulder, you met John in a passionate kiss. Sliding in closer to you, John reached for the bottle of lube that he had grabbed earlier. Popping open the lid had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Dean’s movements had slowed with his hands dropping to your hips to keep you steady.

“Dean,” you panted, your body aching with the way he was stagnant inside of you. Your body wanted that movement, it needed it. Forcing you forward toward Dean, John’s hands braced at the small of your back. Arching your back, you felt the cool liquid pouring down in over your flesh and closed your eyes tightly when John’s fingers started to stroke and prod over your tight pucker. Wincing, you buried your head against the side of Dean’s neck, panting when John’s fingers entered you. Thrusting again and again to prepare you for what undoubtedly you weren’t ready for.

When John’s fingers pulled from your body, you whined and John hushed you from behind. Again he reached for the bottle to coat his thick cock in the slick fluid. Pressing his hips forward, John brought your bodies together with all of your legs tangling with how you were sandwiched between both him and Dean.

“You’re such a good girl,” John growled, nipping at your jawline giving your chin a small bite. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, you tensed up with the swollen tip of John’s cock at your tight hole. Bouncing your hips up had Dean moaning out and his grasp on your hips grew tighter. “Hey, relax. I would never hurt you. Ever.”

“I know,” you tried to relax yourself, lowering your hips back down. Caressing down over your arm, John’s left hand found yours. Hooking his fingers with yours, he used his right hand to lead himself into your tight opening. A deep rumble of a growl fell from John’s throat as the tip of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. It had you clutching tightly to Dean who whispered calming words in your ear while he pressed kisses against your skin. “John.”

“I know,” John hushed, a raspy moan rumbling against the back of your neck from where he was nuzzling his nose. Reaching back, you grasped a hold of John’s thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh. Using his strength, he pushed forward further having you let out a pained sound. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you realized that your fingers were digging so hard into his skin that he might have thought you needed to. “Just give me a minute…”

“No problem,” John whispered, his hand lifting up to curl his fingers around your throat. Closing your eyes, you appreciated the way that Dean’s lips covered yours. Soon as you were relaxed, you gave John the nod to continue to fill you. The stretch between the two of them was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had never felt this full before and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Let us know when you’re okay.”

“You can go ahead,” you confirmed for them, swallowing hard bringing more attention to the grasp that was over your throat. Whimpering, you didn’t expect this to feel like it did, but you didn’t hate it. Their movements were uneven at first. Dean faster because you were already used to him inside of you, but John was slower, trying to work you into being comfortable. By the time their tempos matched, it left you a panting mess between them. Their hands were everywhere, touching you and making you theirs. Dean’s moans were short often with his nose buried against the side of your neck and John’s were loud, raspy against the back of your neck or on your shoulder.

The sounds coming from the both of them turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Which honestly probably helped you enjoy this all the more. Lowering your hand, you curled it around John and urged his movements to be harder.

“Are you okay?” Dean whispered, drawing your attention to him by grasping at your chin. With a nod, you knew that you were breathless and you could hardly gather your words. Dean’s mouth claimed yours again, his tongue brushing against yours.

With how paper think these walls were, you hoped that no one was on the other side because none of you were being quiet. The headboard was smacking up against the wall, moans flooding the air. By now your hips were eagerly rocking back between Dean and John taking them in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” John slurred against the side of your face, his grasp growing tighter to your hips. With how hard he was grasping to your flesh, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Pulling your hand forward, you hooked your fingers with John’s. Nipping at your earlobe, John gave it a small tug before whispering in your ear. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.”

“Please…” you panted knowing that you were still riding that line of being right on the edge of an orgasm. Realizing what it was you were looking for, Dean started to bounce his hips harder against you. It had you rocking back harder toward John so every pull and push of their cocks was not only harder, but faster inside of you.

The smacking of John’s lower abdomen against your ass grew louder until he roared out, pulling out of you and you felt the splashes of his cum covering your ass along with your lower back. Kiss after forceful kissed was pressed at your neck with Dean pulling you closer to him. He was desperate to get you a release as well as himself. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you purred out and tossed your head back when a rush flooded to your temples. Covering your lips with his, Dean’s moans became more frequent with him pulling his hips back and thrusting his hand over his length until he covered your lower abdomen with his release.

Dropping down beside you, the three of you laid out at the center of that bed trying to catch your breath. John’s arm possessively wrapped around your waist with Dean’s arm stretched out across your shoulders. For a long time, you were all quiet. Saying nothing because what else was there to say? You were all riding off the high of your orgasms.

“It’s going to be weird from here on out, isn’t it?” Dean lifted his head, his messy hair in his eyes while he looked you over.

“Only if you let it be,” John snorted, turning his face further into his pillow with a huff. “Don’t ruin a good thing Dean. Shut up.”

An involuntary laugh fell from your lips. It got you a glare from Dean, but you were impressed that John wasn’t going to let this change anything. You didn’t want anything to change. The only thing that maybe you hoped would possibly change was getting to sleep with them on occasion. Other than that? This was the perfect scenario for you and you loved it.

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[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Forbidden Fruit series masterpost

Written by @voodoochildthings & me.

Part 1 - Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 1 - Sam

Chapter 2 - Dean

Chapter 3 - John

Chapter 4 - You

-> Read it on AO3

Part 2 - Paradise

Chapter 1 - Dean

Chapter 2 - Sam

Chapter 3 - You

Chapter 4 - John

-> Read it on AO3

[wetsocksinbed]

me watching seasons 1-3: damn these Winchesters are pretty hot

watches season 4, sees Castiel:

[super-incorrect]

John - What happened?

Y/n - I don't know

All I remember was Dean saying "I swear it will be funny"

And then we were in jail

[impala-dreamer]

Just Wrong

A Supernatural Story

~John Winchester has a hard life and an even harder time keeping his mind off of young Y/N.~

John Winchester x Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester

1,998 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Age Gap, Masturbation, Longing

A/N: Set pre-series somewhere between Sam going to college and the start of the show. Reader is a little younger than Dean, but still of legal age. 

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He was always watching. He told himself it was out of concern. He was teaching them how to hunt, how to walk away from a fight without too much mess, how to stay the fuck alive. But that wasn’t all it was.

Ever since they’d picked Y/N up after the case in Buckeye, he’d been enamored with her. She was quick witted and clever, eager to learn, even more so to please. She was beautiful, too, in that way he wasn’t supposed to linger over too long anymore. Not at his age. Not at hers. Hell, she was tucked right in between his boys in age, for Christ’s sake. He couldn’t spend his days eyeing the curves of her jeans, his nights dreaming of tossing her in the back of the Impala and having himself a taste of her sweet young body.

It was just wrong.

Besides, Dean seemed to be just as in love. He was all puppy eyes and cocky smirks around Y/N, and she seemed just as interested. They were forever joking around, bumping shoulders, playfully slapping, generally acting like young adults in the first stages of love.

He couldn’t do that to his son, no matter how much he wanted to take her stupid little ponytail in his fist and yank until she cried, until she was whimpering and staring up at him with those pouty lips all hungry and wet.

It was just wrong.

So he watched. Kept a parental eye on her, on them both. He eyed her in the rearview mirror, distracted from the road by her gentle humming and the way the sun bouncing off the chrome struck her face. He stared over books while they trudged through long research sessions, one eye on the text, the other on the tip of the pen that was forever tucked between her delicious lips, taunting him. He counted her smiles, her laughs, her annoyed grunts; every furious shout, each heart-stopping moan. He took snapshots with his mind, tucking little moments away forever.

At night, he would lie awake and watch her sleep, imagining she was in his arms and not sleeping butt-to-butt with his son, a pillow jammed between them like a wall.

There were times when she caught him staring. A few too many times he didn’t turn away fast enough and she found his gaze locked on her, hazel eyes lingering a little too long on the dip between her tits, the curve of her middle, the tip of her tongue. She never shied away, instead, she met his eye with a confidence beyond her years as if she held some secret she was daring him to dig up. That was a grave he’d be happy to excavate.

But no. It was just wrong.

Still, he couldn’t help but dream. Dream of her soft young body melting for his touch. Dream of her sweet voice growing louder as he claimed her virgin cunt.

Somewhere outside of Beaumont, Texas, they holed up in a crappy motel for a few days' rest before heading to the west coast. The room was cramped and old and smelled like bleach.

They ate pizza for dinner and downed a few beers each. Y/N was curled up on one of the beds, Dean at her side as always. John sat across from them, keeping an eye on his treasure and his pirate son.

More than once, he could have sworn she was looking at him. Her ears were with Dean, but her mind, her gaze, was on John. She drank her beer in tiny sips, with the rim of the brown bottle seated perfectly in the middle of her bottom lip. She curled her mouth around the glass and stared at him, teasing perhaps, but probably just oblivious to her charms. She couldn’t be flirting with him. There was no way.

Still, he let that glimmer of a thought grow in the back of his head; let the dream take over. He allowed himself to imagine her lips trailing down his body and wrapping around his cock until he was aching and had to excuse himself.

He left them there and slammed the bathroom door, near to panting. He pressed his palm against the wood and closed his eyes.

She was there on her knees at his feet, batting her painted lashes up at him, begging silently for his cock. She whimpered and opened her mouth, a bit of drool spilling down her chin.

John sucked in a heavy breath and beat his fist against the door.

“You OK, Dad?”

Dean’s voice broke through his imagination and John cleared his throat.

“Yeah. All good.” He shook his head and scrubbed his hands down his face, turning away.

“We’re gonna go grab more beer. OK?”

John exhaled hard and turned on the sink faucet. “Yeah. Good. Just leave me alone.”

He splashed water on his face and stared into the mirror. He was fucking old. How’d he get so old? He tugged at his cheeks, tried to smooth out the lines around his eyes. He squinted at himself, trying to find the young man he used to be.

Would she ever look at him the way she looked at Dean? All innocent smiles and awkward giggles. Or was he too old for that crap? Were the days of women giggling in his direction a thing of the past?

Well, fuck them. He didn’t need to chase young things anyway. He got what he needed when he needed it.

And still-

Y/N with that beer… with her mouth so plump and juicy like a plum…

His cock strained against his jeans again and he huffed. Fuck it.

John stepped into the tub and settled down on the cold porcelain as he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed his head back against the edge and yanked his jeans down just enough to free his dick. He was throbbing already and the cool air was a bit of a jolting shock.

He hissed and wrapped his hand around the base, closed his eyes and saw her face.

Would she call him Daddy? Dare he ask her to? Would she let him strip her slowly, take his time unwrapping her like a gift until every inch was exposed and shivering under his touch? Would she moan his name as he sunk his cock into her, scream when she came? Would they wake the dead together?

“John?”

The door creaked open and he froze, eyes snapping open and heart skipping. He sat up and tried to cover himself, but she was already peeking inside, her tiny hand curled around the door.

Her eyes went wide when she saw him. Her jaw dropped and lips curled. “Oh! I’m… sorry. I just- I heard something, wanted to check on you.”

John cleared his throat but his mouth was bone dry. “I’m fine.” He shifted in the tub, tried to look normal even though his skin was burning and his balls were aching. “Thought you and Dean were going out to-”

Y/N shook her head gently. Her eyes were falling from his face downwards, following the line of his arm. “No. He went by himself. I wanted to… stay here with you.” Stepping fully into the bathroom, she shut the door behind her and threw the lock. Coyly, she pressed her back to the door and bowed her head, chewed her lip nervously.

He swallowed hard. “You did?”

She smiled. “Yeah. Is that- OK?”

Blood pounded in his ears. “Y-yeah. That’s fine.”

Y/N pushed away from the door and locked her arms behind her back. She took a step closer and peered into the tub. “You sure?” She licked her lips slowly. “I don’t want to disturb you.”

He should kick her out. Shouldn’t let her stay.

“Not disturbing me… Not at all.”

Another step and she was at the edge of the tub. Eyes lidded with a sultry gaze, she started at his face and swept down over his entire body and then back up, settling on his cock. She tongued her cheek and let out a slow breath.

“It’s just that… I heard you call my name before and…” Gently, she sank to her knees on the cold tile and placed her hands on the rim of the tub. “Well, I thought if you needed some help…” Eyes on his face, she let her right hand slide from porcelain to denim and she curled her fingers into his thigh. “I could… be of service.” She moved a little higher, going slow lest he protest.

His jaw hung open, his brain sizzled. He should tell her to get lost, throw some kind of fit and make her leave, but fuck, her hand was so light yet pressed so heavy on his leg. His head was swimming, heart racing.

“You should go,” he whispered, barely any conviction behind it.

A little higher, her thumb brushed against the top of his sack.

He shuddered, stomach tensing hard.

“Are you sure?” she asked, pushing his hand away to take the base of his cock in the tight ring of her fist.

John hissed and grabbed her wrist, locking his long fingers all the way around. She startled, but held his gaze, daring him to tell her to go.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, suddenly older than her years, seemingly far from the innocent little doll in his fantasies. Better, sexier. “I want to.”

His grip loosened and she snagged her lip between her teeth, clearly hot and excited herself.

She stroked him slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her touch was like silk, her movements expert. John held his breath when she picked up the pace, groaned when she sat higher up on her knees to reach him better.

She was rolling against nothing as she worked his cock and John snuck a hand over the ledge, plucked at her tits through her shirt. She whined beautifully and tipped her head back; throat long and exposed, begging to be bitten.

“So wrong,” he moaned, reaching up to grab a fistful of her hair. She whimpered just like he imagined and her eyes rolled back to pure white.

“Not wrong,” she said with a grin. “You and me could never be wrong…” She swirled her palm over his leaking tip. “Never.”

“God, I want you so bad.” He grit his teeth, jerked his hips up into her hand.

Y/N paused for a moment and then pulled away. She stood up and John watched in shock as she tugged the jeans from her hips. Her panties were thin and damp and she tossed them aside as well.

“Want you too, John…”  Lifting her right leg, she set her heel on the tub and spread her pussy for him. “Want you to fuck me, John. Please… Please… Please… Please…”

Jaw clenched tight, he grunted loudly as he came, spilling into his own hand. Y/N vanished in a cloud of imagination and he sighed, relaxing in the empty tub.

“Fucking hell…”

Dean’s fist pounded on the door and John jumped.

“We’re back!”

John huffed and pushed himself up from the tub. “Thought I told you to leave me alone, damnit!”

There was no response, he was sure he heard Y/N laugh through the door. The bedsprings squeaked, the television snapped on.

John washed his hands and tucked himself away. Eyes back in the mirror, he shook his head.

“Keep dreaming, asshole,” he growled, hating himself for wanting her.

There was no way she would ever act like that, no way she’d ever want him the way he wanted her.

And yet, he was almost certain she gave him a teasing smile when he stepped back into the room. Sure she was eyeing him a little more than usual as they sat and watched t.v.; positive she was licking that bottle into her mouth just for him.

But fuck, it was just wrong…

[imbadatwrighting]

𝐇 𝐄 𝐘 𝐉 𝐔 𝐃 𝐄

𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑑, 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐒𝐏𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰. 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 john winchester was a lot of things, stern, strict, tough, absent. but that didn’t change your view of your father, he was still good to you. so he was a little hard on dean and sam, but with you? he was different. he took care of you… or tried. and yeah, he wasn’t perfect, but he was there. though so was dean. he was the one who made sure you had food, always watching over you, always steady. but dean wasn’t your father. john was. …except he wasn’t really, now was he?

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 coming soon…

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 coming soon…

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 coming soon…

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 coming soon…

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑒𝑡…

asks/requests are open for this au and do not have to revolve around the chapters. they can be standalones!

a/n: i am actually so excited about releasing this and i really hope it turns out good 😭 only thing is while i’ll be trying to post quickly, i have depression and currently going through a rough depressive episode so it might take me a little long… so sorry in advance. taglist for this series is open btw! just lmk if you’d like to be added 🫶

© 2025 imbadatwrighting. all rights reserved. original stories by goose. sharing is cool, copying not so much! if you plagiarize… sleep with one eye open.

[lunajay33]

New Addition🤎

Summary: Being Sam Winchesters long time girlfriend was wonderful until he had family business and was on the road all the time, but what happens when you find out you’re pregnant?

Pairing: Early Seasons Sam Winchester x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Sitting in my apartment missing waking up to sharing the bed with Sam, cuddling against his warm body, sitting on the counter as he makes us pancakes, getting ready for college parties together, everything we use to do now just memories

“Come on Sam I miss you, when are you gonna be home?” I sighed into the phone

“I’m sorry baby I miss you too but Dean and I are working some jobs and….”

“Jobs? I thought you were just looking for your dad? Sam are you okay I’m worried” he’s been gone for a month now and it was miserable he helped pay half the rent and it was a struggle by myself now and he’s my soulmate and being apart really wanes on the heart

“Well we’re still looking just making some stops along the way” I could hear Dean in the back making fun of him calling me baby

“You know I can’t be mad at you I’m just……I just miss you but I hope everything is going good with Dean and you find your dad” he told me all about his problems in the past with his family but all I wanted was for him to be happy

“You know I miss you too baby, wish I could see you, sleeping in these shitty motel rooms doesn’t compare to WOAH Dean stop hitting me!” Dean obviously didn’t want to hear the end of that making me cheer up a bit

“Well just call me more when you get the time but I have class, I love you Sam”

“Love you too Angel” the call ended and I was forced to go along with my daily routine, get ready, go to class and come back to an empty apartment

It went on like this for 2 more months and it just got worse, his calls became less frequent maybe once a week, I fell into a deep sadness that only Sam Winchester could brighten, and I became sick at first I thought it was a flu maybe a stomach bug but after talking to some friends and one test later and I find out I’m pregnant, I have to be atleast 3 months along since that’s the time he’s been gone

After having an hour long breakdown I dialed Sam hoping he had some time to talk and not on another job

“Angel why are you calling so late?” His voice groggy

“Sammy……we need to talk” I stutter out still emotional

“What’s wrong are you okay?”

“I’m pre……I can’t tell you over the phone I need to see you…..please” I beg praying he’ll just come home

“I don’t know Dean and I are…”

“Sam this is really important what ever you’re doing can wait, I need you”

“Okay we’ll be there by the time you wake up”

I woke up exhausted from the stress of the day before, I’m pregnant actually pregnant under normal circumstances I’d be happy starting a family with Sam but with how absent he’s been I feel him drifting away

I willed myself out of bed and pulled on one of Sam’s hoodies that hung down to my knees and wore a pair of pair of black legging, running a warm cloth over my face to freshen up when I heard a rapid knocking at the front door

My heart filled with panic and I was becoming hesitant about coming clean, I opened the door and there he stood, towering over me like a god yet still so soft on me

He swooped down and lifted me easily into his arms and held me close, being back in his arms just felt right it felt like home and so I broke down again as I clung to him

“Sammy” I whined as I hide my tear streaked face in his shoulder smelling his oh so wonderful cologne

He brought me inside and sat me down on the couch, Dean looming in the room after he rummaged for food in our kitchen

“Angel what’s wrong? You don’t look so good” he asked as he stroked my hair helping calm me

“You’ve been gone so long and I understand but it’s been a hard 3 months alone, I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight, I’m broke and……..”

“And what?” Dean intervened making my heart jump, Sam sending him a glare

“I thought I was just sick but…….im pregnant” I felt so vulnerable as he just looked at me seeming to be in shock

“You’re joking” Dean groaned

“I didn’t mean too…..im sorry” I say as my lip trembled

“Oh Angel this isn’t your fault it’s mine and I shouldn’t have left you alone so long like that I don’t know what I was thinking” he sighs as he holds me to his chest

“Family business Sammy” Dean stated

“Dean stop”

“Sam if being with your family is so important and doing all these jobs I understand but if that’s what you want then I don’t want to hold you back if this isn’t what you want anymore”

“What? No of course I want you I want this, you’re my soulmate and I’m never letting you go again, you deserve to know the truth”

“Sam don’t” deans assertive tone booming in the room

After Sam told me everything about this new supernatural world I was sceptic at first but honestly it connected a lot of dots

“So these jobs you work are important but I can’t go months being apart again”

“You can come with us, just for while you’re pregnant and then when you give birth we can go home and settle” he said with a bright smile, that smile I fell in love with

“Are you sure Dean won’t hate me” I whisper to him

“He’ll lighten up trust me Angel”

Sam helped me pack all the my clothes and personal items I needed and we were off on the road, it was a nice car with lots of room for me to stretch out in the back

“So where are we going?”

“There’s signs of a vampires nest in a small town, going to check it out see what’s going on” Dean says his eyes still on the road, he still made me a bit nervous though

“Umm are vampires one of the easier monsters you deal with?” I ask trying to make conversation

“They can be, but a nest of them can be a bitch”

They go on to tell me all the cases they’ve worked since they’ve been gone and it’s crazy to wrap my head around, after driving all day we finally got to the town settling into a little motel room

“I’m gonna go pick us up some dinner” Dean said as he threw his bag on his bed and left

I sat on the bed me and Sam are sharing sighing once the door closed

“What’s wrong Angel?”

“I just hate being a burden to you guys I know how stressful this is for you plus having this baby….”

“Hey you’re not a burden I’m just glad you’re with me now, being cooped up with Dean 24/7 can become a bit macho” he says making me laugh

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” I ask as he places his hand on my tiny bump

“I’m happy with either, you know my mother would have loved you you’re as kind as she was, well atleast that’s what Dean says about her”

“You know this baby is the luckiest in the world to have you as their father, and such a handsome one at that” he smiled as he pulled me into his lap pulling me close

“I’ve missed this, holding you” his hand runs down my back sending shivers

“Kissing you” his lips gently press to my collar bone making me gasp

“Being with you at night” the door bursts open interrupting our moment, I jump out of his lap and their stands Dean and what I believe to be their father from old pictures Sam has showed me

“Sammy trying to get some” Dean laughed making my body heat in embarrassment

“Who’s this?” John asked his voice full of disapproval

“Dad where have you been? Never mind that right now, this is y/n my girlfriend”

“And what the hell is she doing here son?” I felt little under his gaze

“She can’t be alone she’s pregnant” Sam said confidently as he held my hand

“Sam what the hell were you thinking, you can’t have a pregnant girl doing this job, you need to be focused”

“Maybe I should just go home” I say as I go to pick up my bag

“No! You’re staying Angel I’m not letting you go again” he said as he wiped a stray tear I didn’t know had escaped my waterline

“She’s family now dad, you can’t push her away cause if you do then you’re just gonna push me away too, for good this time” John sighed and gave a look to Dean

“Tomorrow we’re going to stake out the vampires nest, be ready” he said sternly before stomping out of the room leaving an awkward cloud looming over the three of us

“Come on you two let’s eat” Dean said in a lighter tone obviously trying to pick up what his father ruined

We ate at the little table chatting about random things, how Sam and I met, our first date and how nervous Sam was, almost everything we had together up until this point

“Have you told your family about the baby?” Dean asked after he took a swig of beer

“I don’t really have family, I was raised in an orphanage and when I turned 18 I was pretty much on my own, I stayed in the schools dorms until Sam and I moved in together, plus our friends kind of changed after first year so it’s mostly just been Sammy and I”

“I’m sorry”

“Oh no it’s fine I’m happy with the way my life turned out it lead me to Sam after all” I smile looking at Sam who had that loving look, he was so gentle compared to his brother

“You guys are going to make me hurl”

It’s been a crazy and stressful 6 months but I’m now in the last week of pregnancy and to say I’m scared is an understatement, I’m terrified but I feel like I can’t tell Dean and Sam with what they face everyday, this is probably a walk in the park to them

They were out right now hunting a werewolf as I paced back and forth in yet another motel room, I’ve been having cramps in my stomach since I woke up but I just thought it could be indigestion from the food we ate last night but they’ve only gotten stronger, walking helps but this could just be Braxton’s hocks I try to tell my self that is u til my water breaks, I’m hesitant to call Sam because of the case but like he said this is more important, I dialed hoping he’d answer

“Hey we’re on our way back now did you need us to pick you up anything?”

“Sam my water broke” I could hear him tell Dean to drive faster

“Okay just hold on we’ll be there soon, just do the breathing exercises like we practiced”

“Okay I’ll try” I breath deeply as another contraction hit a whimper left me but I know it’s going to get much worse

Minutes later Sam and Dean busy through the hotel room, Dean get my to go bag and Sam gently picks me up and brings me to the car sitting with me in the back

“Sammy I’m scared”

“We’re almost to the hospital hold on kiddo” Dean said trying to reassure me, he’d warmed up to me over the months like Sam said

“You can do this, think of our little girl or boy we’re about to meet” I nodded gripping his hand, we got to the hospital and were settled in a private room, Sam at my side and Dean on the couch used for husband or partners

“What if something happens?” I ask as he brushes my hair back

“Everything will be okay, you’re the strongest woman I know”

“It’s time Mrs Winchester” the doctor said making my heart swell at the name, he was wrong but I didn’t care

After some agonizing pushes that pressure was gone replaced by a little babies cries, the nurse laid the baby on my chest and she was beautiful, she had Sam big green hazel eyes and had light brown hair

“Congrats on a baby girl” the nurse said, they cleaned me up and left the room letting the four of us settle

“What are you going to name my little niece?” Dean asked now standing on the other side of the bed mesmerized by her

“How about Luna Mary Winchester” I say looking up to Sam for his opinion

“I love it, I love you, both of you” he smiled as he played with Lunas little fingers

“The three of us just became four”

[captainkelseyx]

Local Hero Takes an Unexpected Hit - John Winchester

(Very minimal use of y/n, Age Difference, Sexual Dysfunction, Unexpected Erectile Dysfunction, John Winchester can't get it up, Somewhat sweet, Established Relationship, Implied Cheating, Colleagues, Co-workers, Hunting Partners, reader discretion is advised -I DONT THINK THAT READING ABOUT SOMEONE UNPURPOSELY NOT ABLE TO PERFORM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES IS EVERYONES CUP OF TEA- SO HERES YOUR WARNING) inspired by the song 'Get It Up' by Mindless Self Indulgence.

After a tiring hunt, y/n and John get to their motel room, ready to unwind and fall back into their usual rhythm, it's just stress relief, nothing serious, it's good for hunters blow off steam every once in a while. But tonight feels different—there’s an odd kind of silence between them, like something's just slightly off. The usual spark that ignites their chemistry is missing, and John tries his best to keep his cool despite the noticable shift. It’s the fact y/n is seeing someone else that gets to John more than he expected, even though he thought he could handle it—keep things casual, just pure noncommittal sex, keep his distance. But when they reach the heat of the moment, John falters—unable to rise to the occasion. Yikes… Well, this is a first for John Winchester—out of his element, not invincible. Guess even the toughest guys have their off days.

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(still my sexyman)

[holylulusworld]

Parallel Worlds (1) - Kinktober 24

Summary: You end up in a different world. It’s not that bad, though.

Pairing: Negan Smith (TWD) x fem!Reader x John Winchester (SPN)

Warnings: language, threats, angry Negan, daddy kink (lightly implied)

Trope: Daddy kink

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Fuck, fuck. Fuckity fuck. That’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you open your eyes. You’re not in Kansas anymore, that’s for sure.

You sit up, aiming your gun at the man towering over you. “Negan? What happened to your beard, and where’s Lucille?” You look the man up and down. He looks like Negan, but there’s something in his eyes telling you he’s not your leader.

Last night you went to sleep with a machete hidden under your backpack and your gun in your hand. Negan and you got cornered by too many walkers and had to hide in an old house. At least it was safe in the attic. Now you’re lying on a soft mattress, and a stranger stole your leader’s face.

“Whoa, calm down, doll!” His voice is different too. The man raises his hands in surrender, indicating that this is not Negan. “I found you in the woods, alone and barely conscious.”

“I went to sleep in a house, not the woods,” you growl at the man and scramble away the moment he steps closer. “Whoa, stay over there, buddy. I didn’t invite you over.”

“Lady, I’m not trying to hurt you,” the man huffs. “I’m John,” he touches his chest. “John Winchester. What’s your name?”

“Y/N?” You look around the room, frowning as it’s too clean. It even smells cleaner. “Where am I? What happened to Negan? Did you hurt him?”

“Who is Negan?” John frowns deeply. If you didn’t hit your head, he may have overlooked another person in need. “Fuck,” he curses. “Okay, what does your friend look like? Was he with you all the time?”

You snort at the thought of Negan being a friend. “Negan is not my friend. He’s…the leader.” You shrug. “If he says jump, you simply ask how high.”

“Leader?” John still doesn’t understand how you ended up in the woods surrounding the bunker or why you look at him like you saw a ghost.

“Yeah, the leader,” you huff. “It seems you got yourself a safe place too. Our safe place is called the Sanctuary. You must’ve heard of Negan and the Sanctuary. Everyone does know his name.”

“No, I haven’t heard of a guy named Negan or a place called Sanctuary.” John’s features soften at your confused look. “Okay, listen. You should stay here. I’ll get you some food and go back outside to look for your friend—I mean, leader. It’s dangerous out there.”

“You are telling me.” You roll your eyes. “Of course, it’s fucking dangerous out there with all the zombies roaming the area. We barely made it out alive this time. The walkers outnumbered us.”

“Zombies? Walkers?” John seems to be confused. That he never heard of Negan is possible if he was hiding at this safe place for a long time. But he should know what a zombie is, right? “Did you hit your head?”

“Dude, zombies are out there eating people alive!” You throw your hands up and froan. “Did you hit your head? What’s wrong with you? How did you get me out of the house without waking me? What did you do to Negan?”

“Where’s the fire, Dad?” A guy pokes his head into the room. He’s younger and a little cockier than John. He steps inside the room to look you up and down. “Oh, our sleeping beauty finally woke up?”

“Who are you? Where is Negan?" You aim your gun at the new arrival. “What did you do to him? How did you bring me here?”

“A crazy one, huh? You can pick them, sir,” the guy grins at you. “How about you calm down first, sweetheart?”

He takes a step toward you, only to freeze when you unlock your gun. “Whoa, I come in peace. I didn’t do a thing to the guy you mentioned. We found you out in the woods all by yourself.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Hey, what’s going on?” A third guy enters the room—a freaking tall sasquatch. Great, now you are being corned by three kidnappers who want to do what God knows to you and your cute ass. “Oh, she woke.”

“I’m going to ask you one last time.” You aim your gun at the tallest of them. “Where is Negan?”

“Sweetheart, we don’t know a guy named Negan. You were alone in the woods—I already told you so.”

“This can’t be,” you snarl at the cocky one. “Negan is a bastard, but he’d never leave me behind for the walkers to chew on!”

“Walkers?” The tallest guy frowns deeply. “What are walkers? Maybe a creature we haven’t met yet?”

“Hello, wake up, dude!” You wave your gun. “Out there, a zombie apocalypse is going on. Walkers roam the world, and you waste my time here with talking. I must find NEGAN!”

“Zombies?” The cocky one’s eyes widen. He grins from ear to ear and claps his hands. “I knew it, and I’m prepared! See, Sammy.” He looks at the tallest guy. “I told you my bite-proof clothes will pay out.”

You shake your head. These guys must’ve lost their minds. How can they not know about the walkers and that the world is in ruins? “I’ll leave this place now to find Negan.”

“Wait! Wait up, sweetheart!” They watch you storm out of the room. “Let me come with you!”

“Sam, Dean,” John stops his sons from following you. “I want you to stay here. If something happened while we were on a hunt, we should be careful. Sam, search the internet. Dean, check on our armory. We need to be prepared!”

“Wait! Do you want my bite-proof jacket?” Dean grins as his father shakes his head. “You’ll regret it if you come back with only one brain cell!”

“Wait,” John sighs as you manage to slip out of the bunker. You stand outside, gasping when a car drives by. The kids in the backseat giggle, and the parents sing a song to entertain them.

“This can’t be real,” you murmur. The air is clean, and there is no sign of destruction. Not hours ago, you fought your way through the undead, and now none of them seems to be around. “Where are they? What happened?”

“I don’t know where you are from,” John says and places his hand on your shoulder. “I know you must’ve been through a lot. You’re not a hunter like us, but you’re skilled and strong. I believe that you’re not from our world.”

You snort. “That’s crazy. I mean, a few hours ago I believed the zombies wanting to eat me alive were the craziest thing I ever encountered.”

“We still must find your friend,” he says. “If you want me to, I’ll come with you. Let’s start where I found you. I was so worried about you that I possibly overlooked a trace.”

Looking around the woods, you feel tears well up in your eyes. There are birds and a rabbit hiding behind a tree. Even the atmosphere is different from your world.

Is it possible you died, and this is heaven? Maybe John is your leader’s reincarnation. A nicer version, not threatening to split your skull with a baseball if you breathe wrong.

“Hmm…not much to see,” John crouches down to look at the spot where he found you. “No footsteps, or blood.”

You step closer to look around the area. There’s no trace of Negan. “I don’t understand any of this. How did I come here?”

“I don’t know,” John says as he gets back up. He places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. “But I’m not sorry that you’re here, safe with me.”

“You’re definitely not Negan,” you sniffle.

“Good.” He wraps his arms around you to soothe you, and well, feel you up a little. He’s a man after all and can’t deny you woke his interest.

“What the fuck do you think are you doing there? Get your fucking hands off my piece of ass!” You freeze as a familiar voice ruins the moment of peace. “I leave you out of sight for a second, and you get all cozy with this cumball!”

John carefully lets go of you. He watches Negan storm toward you while swinging Lucille.

“Negan, I assume?” He asks, smirking as the guy in front of him looks like him. John knows now why you looked like you saw a ghost earlier.

“The one and only,” Negan snarls at John. “Now, if you’d take your dirty hands off my ass, I don’t have to split your skull. I give you five seconds to step away from her, fuckwad!”

“Daddy please don’t hurt him,” you whimper. “John saved me…”

“Daddy?” John dips his head to glance at you. “He’s your dad, doll?”

“Ewww…no!” You scrunch up your nose. “He’s my…” you don’t get to answer because Negan storms toward you and John.

“Sick fuck!” Negan swings his bat. “Get away from my girl!”

Part 2

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[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Daughter Problems

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, John Winchester & daughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: you get your very first period, and the boys are unequipped to deal with it

A/N: I tried to make John comforting but still in character, I hope you guys like it! (PS—I’m on my period so this was perfect)

“Dad!”

The slam of the motel door and the sound of your voice jolted Dean out of his dozing and had his head shooting up from the lore book he was reading.

“Jeez kid,” he grumbled. “Do you have to be so loud?”

“Where’s dad?” You demanded.

“On a hunt.” Dean gestured to the book in front of him. “I’m researching for him. You got back just in time to help.”

“Not now, Dean.” You huffed. “I need dad.”

Dean was suddenly stiffer and more alert.

“Why? Something happen?”

You groaned. “No, De, I just need him.” You rubbed your arms. “Can—can I call him?”

Dean stared at you for a moment, realizing that your flannel was tied around your waist rather than covering your arms, despite the cold air outside and in the motel.

“What’s with the shirt?” He questioned.

“It doesn’t matter!” You snapped, and Dean’s eyes widened.

“Alright, c’mon, spill.”

“Dean, forget it, I need—“

“Dad’s busy. I’m all you’ve got. Now tell me what’s going on.”

“Is something wrong?” Sam’s voice came right after he stepped into the motel room.

“I need to call dad!” You insisted.

“We’re not calling dad,” Dean said. “You don’t have a choice here, kid. If you need something, then—“

You didn’t let him finish. With a dramatic huff, you took hold of your flannel and untied it, revealing the bloodstain on your jeans.

The silence was dramatic, long, and extremely uncomfortable.

“Um…I take it you haven’t gotten this before,” Dean said. “But I mean…you know what it is, right? Like you know—“

“Yes, Dean! I know what it is!” You retied your flannel, fidgeting uncomfortably. “And no, I’ve never had it before.”

“We could, uh—“ Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, we could try to get you some stuff…do you know what you need?”

“Not really,” you mumbled. “I mean, I know there’s different options but I don’t know what…”

“Oh boy,” Dean grumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. You felt your face heat up at Dean’s embarrassment.

“You know what, never mind,” you huffed, turning and heading for the bathroom. “Just forget it.”

“No no, wait—“ Sam tried to stop you, but you brushed past him.

“I said forget it!”

The slam of the bathroom door ended your demand for you.

…

“Do you think we should go to the store?”

“I don’t know, man, I mean I don’t even know what she nee-“

The brothers’ twenty-minute long argument was cut short by the door opening, and the imposing form of John Winchester entered the room.

“Hey boys,” he greeted, frowning when he was met with awkward silence. “What’s going on? Where’s your sister?”

“Um…the bathroom,” Dean answered. “She uh…she got…she’s on her first…”

“Would you spit it out?” John snapped.

“She got her period,” Sam whispered as if it were a secret.

“Oh boy.” John rolled his eyes, and Sam and Dean were taken aback when he chuckled. “And you two idiots have been standing around trying to figure out what to do?”

“Well…” Dean looked defensive, but he couldn’t think of anything to say to defend himself.

“Alright, alright.” John shook his head. “Apparently health class taught you guys nothing. Here.” He grabbed a notepad and started writing up a list. “I want you two to go out and get these, and I’ll deal with your sister.” He handed the list to Dean, whose eyes widened at the sight.

“She needs all that?”

“Just get going,” John demanded.

Once the boys were gone, he knocked hesitantly on the bathroom door.

“Hey sweetheart? It’s dad, can I come in?”

He was met with silence for a few seconds, before a weak “ok” prodded him to open the door. His whole figure seemed to soften when he saw you sitting in the bathtub fully dressed, your clothes and hair soaked.

“I wanted to wash the blood off, but I didn’t want to see Sam and Dean again just to get clean clothes,” you mumbled. “So I just showered with them on.” You rubbed at your tear-stained face, and kept your gaze purposefully averted from John.

“Oh kiddo…” John sighed, coming to sit by you. His pitying reply seemed to just upset you further, and you started to cry. “Hey, hey,” John soothed. “It’s ok, really. Your brothers are off getting a list of stuff, and I can help show you what you need.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You sniffled. “I got blood everywhere, and-and I’m a mess and I can’t stop crying…”

John had to admit, his little girl crying in a bathtub and questioning his sympathy felt like a punch to the gut. Was he really so bad?

“Look, I…I know I can be tough on you kids,” John admitted. “But I also know that this is a lot for you. This isn’t your fault, none of it—not the blood everywhere, or the crazy emotions, or anything. I’m just trying to make this easy for all of us, ok?”

“Ok.” You nodded, your tears finally subsiding.

“Ok,” John breathed. “Which means you’re gonna have to help me. Talk to me, what are you feeling?”

“My stomach really hurts,” you admitted.

“But you’re not…” John hesitated, then he huffed. “I mean you don’t feel like—“

“Like killing anyone?” You asked, struggling hard to resist rolling your eyes. “No…I kinda just feel like crying.”

“I’ll take it over the alternative,” John decided. A faint, nostalgic smile flitted over his features. “Your mother used to bite everyone’s heads off when—“ John shook his head, blinking hard as if blinking away the memory. “Um, anyway. I know you’re feeling pretty bad, but we’ve got enough enemies without you trying to kill us too.” John tried to smile again to indicate that he was—kind of—kidding, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. You smiled back anyway, if only to take pity on him, and he seemed relieved.

“I won’t,” you promised.

“We’re back!” Dean yelled as he entered the motel room.

“In here!” John announced, but when he saw you squirming and shrinking down as if you could disappear down the drain, he stood and went to meet Dean at the bathroom door instead. He took the bag Dean offered him and shut the door in his face.

“Ok.” John started laying everything out on the bathroom counter, and you felt like you would die if your face got any hotter. John noticed your face, and he stopped. “Right, uhh…” he put the bag down. “I’m just gonna leave this here and let you figure it out. Knock if you have any questions and I’ll come help you. I’m gonna get you some dry clothes, and you just…just come out when you’re done I guess.” John started to turn the door handle, but your voice stopped him.

“Dad?”

“Yeah kiddo?”

“Thanks.”

John grinned at you—a rare occurrence that you filed away in your memory—and walked out.

You stood up, laying a towel down on the bathroom floor so you wouldn’t get water everywhere, and took hold of the bag. It looked like the guys had gotten you just about every option of everything you could possibly need, including chocolate, which you munched on while you tried to decide what you wanted to use.

…

Ten minutes later, you were dried off and in clean clothes and hesitantly leaving the bathroom. You were surprised to see just your dad when entered the room.

“I sent the guys off to get some food,” John explained. “You feeling ok?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shuffling your feet. “Are you, um…are you gonna be around?”

“I finished off the hunt,” John assured you. “I should be here for at least a few days.”

“Thank you.” You felt your dad stiffen in surprise when you hugged him, but he quickly relaxed.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “You know your brothers we’re just trying to help, right?”

“They’re idiots.” Your words—muffled by John’s jacket—make him chuckle.

“Yeah, sometimes they are. But hey, that’s what I’m here for, right?”

You grinned, your arms tightening around your dad. “Right.”

And John hugged you back tightly, a smile on his face as he realized that even as you got older, there were some things you still needed your dad for.

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[seasonofthenerd]

Pov: You are the oldest Winchester kid

Aka Dean and Sam's Older Sister

PRE SEASON 1!!

Being dean and sam's older sister, John and Mary had you in 1976, 3 years before Dean was born, and 7 years before Sam was born

‌being 7 years old when Mary is killed by Azazel

‌Parentified soon after that as John became cynical with his revenge

‌Not being able to go to college due to obvious reasons

Going to Dean and Sam's ptms because John was absent father ™, and going to yours alone

‌Dropping Sam and Dean to school after passing out

‌Learning to drive and fix the impala at 15 from John because that'll help when you two are on hunts

‌Teaching Dean to drive when he is 16

‌Your relationships never work out

‌ Becoming a mom figure for Sam, and being Dean's support system

‌Being an expert at hunting and research

‌John taking you with him on hunting trips while Dean stayed back to take care of Sam

‌Having a lot of fights with John because of his behavior towards the boys

‌daddy issues™®©

‌Having many opportunities to run away and leave everything and everyone behind but not doing it for the sake of your brothers' future

‌Living in separate places than John after sam leaves for Stanford, providing dean with a safe place when he needs it, but still hunting with him.

I don't know if it's good it's just something I came up with randomly, if anyone reads please lmk if you are interested in more parts, thank you for reading!!

Also this is the first time I've ever written something and posted it on here (cries in panic and anxiety)

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Paradise (Winchester men x female reader) - Chapter 4

When you're kicked out from home, you move in with your boyfriend Sam – and his brother and father.

After that fateful night, the encounters with Dean and John, your new living arrangement promises to be a lot of fun. Fun that's going to require stamina. And the ability to handle three very different men.

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Rated E. You and Sam are home from Stanford for the holidays. The four of you celebrate, though somewhat untraditionally.

Chapter 4 - John

John rubs his hands together, trying to bring some of the warmth back into them, his breath fogging up even inside the car, while he watches the entrance to the train station in his rearview mirror.

It’s not like he wouldn’t have gotten Sam a damn car. But no, his youngest insisted it would be fine. Which is why you and him are driving cross-country on a damn train now, from the California warmth to the coldness here. John would have driven, picked the two of you up, or Dean could have, but no, Sam and you didn’t want that. Said it would be nice. He shakes his head without meaning to. It’s very Sam. 

John sighs, his breath coming out as a soft white cloud. He needs to reign it in. That’s part of the deal after all. What you told him on the phone when you took the chance to talk to him, him alone. That you would get Sam to come visit for the holidays, but in return, John would have to be nice. No arguments on Christmas, you said. 

Not that he doesn’t understand that you want a peaceful week off school. Not that he doesn’t adore you for making sure the three Winchester men get their shit together at least for a little, like a real, actual, functional family. That’s definitely part of it.

But also John couldn’t stand the thought of you not coming back. It’s been a couple of months since he’s seen you and it’s like his skin is too tight, like there’s an itch he can’t scratch. 

He looks at the digital clock on his dash. You should be there any minute, so he starts the engine, turns up the heating. He wants you to be warm. 

He leans his head back against the headrest, keeps watching the entrance. According to your instructions, he bought a turkey earlier today. Him, John Winchester. A turkey. He bought wine for you and him. Maybe Sam. He’s sent Dean out for beer. 

The car is starting to get toasty and warm, just in time. He straightens, sits up, when he finally sees you and Sam. Can’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Both of you are bundled up, breath equally fogging up the air. Sam’s hair is a little longer than it used to be, and John thinks he looks like a damn hippie, but thanks to you he’s not gonna mention that. And you? You look adorable. Scarf covering the lower half of your face, hat covering most of the rest of you, eyes bright and searching. Looking for him, John realizes. Well, his car. Same difference.

You spot it first, point, say something to Sam and the two of you start walking. Sam has a bag in his hand, in addition to the backpacks both of you are carrying, and with his free hand he grabs yours. 

It’s a strikingly normal scene, for a moment. Just a father picking up his son and his son’s girlfriend for Christmas. You’re gonna have dinner, eat too much, watch TV. It’s so normal.

Except, of course, for the fact that John is gonna fuck you at some point. Gonna bury himself in you until you’re the only thing he can think of. Until everything else goes quiet. Until he’s finally filled up again despite being emptied.

All four of you are gonna have to get back into the groove of things. It’ll be fine, it’s how it works, but John would love to just drag you to his room the minute you cross the threshold, keep you all to himself. But he knows he has to play along to get what he wants.

The two of you reach the car, Sam opening the trunk, and you disappear from sight for a moment before he closes it again. Then both of you get in, in the back, John notes.

“Hey Dad,” Sam says and John nods at him in the rearview mirror. He has no idea how to greet either him or you. There’s no script for this. But then you get in and you lean forward and he turns and suddenly your face is right there. Flushed from the cold, smiling.

“Hey John,” you say, voice a little breathy. He can’t help but smile.

“Hey princess,” he says and he sees the small glint in your eyes. He turns back, puts his hands on the wheel. 

Drives the three of you home.

John’s never seen Dean so awkward, and it equally weirds him out and moves him. His older son has his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans the whole time as you and Sam are coming in, lugging in your stuff. Well, John and Sam mostly. They grab the bags before you can reach them and you don’t exactly complain. It’s not until you turn to Dean, give him a brilliant smile, and throw your arms around his neck that he comes out of it. Hugs you back, presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

Jesus, John thinks. You’ve got all three of them wrapped around your finger. He hopes he doesn’t look half the fool his sons do.

You start on dinner immediately. You take the lead, order the men around. Tell them what to do, what to cut, what to stir. John opens a bottle of red wine, pours two glasses while Sam and Dean open beers. John steps close to you, hands you the glass. You take a sip without breaking eye contact, roll the wine along your tongue and John wishes he could suck it right off of there.

You flirt with each of them so differently. Sam gets slow, lingering touches. Intimate in an almost unsexual way. Hand resting on his arm for no reason at all, just to be close. Dean gets pinched or a finger poked into his ribs, gentle shoves against his arm. You flirt with him the way a teen would flirt, playful, stolen touches, eye rolls.

John only gets looks. You don’t touch him at all, and it would upset him if it wasn’t for the kind of looks you give him. They set him on fire. Face tilted down, blinking up at him the way you would if you were kneeling in front of him, he thick in your mouth. Slow lip bites. The most sensual little smiles. He feels tension rise and ebb low in his stomach.

Once all of you sit down to eat you still haven’t moved on to more touching, or anything else. John sees Dean fidget, and wonders if he’s worried nothing’s gonna happen. That this has already run its course. That you’re back to just Sam’s girlfriend. But John knows better.

You’re forcing all of you to go slow so that nothing boils over. Keeping all of you calm until things are settled and most importantly, maybe, making sure it’s clear that you run the show. John would like to give your sweet little ass a spanking just for that presumptuousness, but he knows better. Knows that you’re right. That you’re dealing with three very delicate personalities. If anyone gets their wires crossed it could bring the whole thing crashing down.

It’s after dinner that things take a turn. The dishes are piled high in the sink for tomorrow, everyone’s got a new drink and you’re giggling at something Sam said, your hand, although mostly hidden by the dinner table, going to his leg while you look into his eyes. Sam looks back, long, unblinking. A small nod. An understanding passes between you that makes a jet flame of jealousy explode in John. It’s gone a second later, replaced by want. He doesn’t get how Sam can share you. If you were his, only his, he never would. 

A thought comes to him then, an idea. He can’t have all of you, he understands that. But he’s gonna be sure to leave an impression tonight. 

As if reading his thoughts, you stand, picking up your wine glass, look around at the three men.

“How about a little post-dinner nap?” you ask, voice sweet and very clearly suggesting that you have no interest in sleep. There’s that tug again, deep in John. Violent. Like a force of nature. 

Dean gets up first, eager guy that he is. He stands, eyes on you, slowly rounding the dinner table, Sam and John waiting and watching. Dean seems nervous, maybe anxious even, as he walks over to you. But you keep looking at him, turn to him as he comes closer and then without looking down, your free hand finds one of Dean’s and you take a step backward, and then another, taking him with you. 

Sam has his arms crossed, but he doesn’t look defensive. He looks relaxed, maybe even a little proud, John thinks. He kind of understands why. Dean’s a pussy hound and John knows the effect he has on women. He thinks Sam probably does fine too, but he always seemed less interested in that. The fact that he is the one who brought you into the family, that his brother and father might get to fuck you but you’re his in the end gives him a slight cockiness. John doesn’t hate it. He only hates the fact that you’re not his.

They both stand as well, follow you and Dean. John drops behind Sam. The hallway is dark, your silhouette only illuminated by the light coming from John’s bedroom, which he now realizes you’re leading the three of them to. The scene seems surreal - like you’re some kind of pied piper, but instead of leading the three men to doom, you’ll lead them to the most exquisite pleasure.

John halts when he reaches the doorway, leans against it. Watches as you take another sip of your wine before putting the glass down on his dresser. Dean has walked around you, one of his hands running over your front and he’s raising the other, tugging at your shirt.

“Jesus, Dean, take it a little slower.”

It’s out of John before he even realizes what he’s saying. Dean’s head shoots up and he looks at his father while Sam, who was approaching you, turns around to face him. They both look like they’ve been caught at something, the way they always do when John speaks. But you don’t. 

You’re smiling. One of your hands goes up and back, running over Dean’s cheek. John feels the storm of arousal inside him pick up. He takes a slow breath.

“Kiss her neck first, she likes that,” he says and your smile widens before you contain yourself. Dean doesn’t move for a second and then lowers his head, brushes your hair to the side and then kisses the exposed, soft skin there. Your eyes fall shut and your lips part. 

John did that. Well, technically Dean did, but really, John did it, without even touching you. He pushes himself off the doorframe and walks over to the armchair you picked out for his bedroom. He’s used it mainly to throw clothes on, but now he realizes it has another function as well. Maybe that’s the one you had in mind the whole time.

He sits, leans back. Dean’s still kissing your neck, slowly, caught up in it, lost in it. Sam has stepped closer to you, fingers of one hand gently resting on your hip and nothing more. Your eyelids flutter open and you focus on John.

He sees you press your ass back against Dean and it’s almost like he can feel the phantom pressure of your movement against himself. Dean responds, kissing your neck harder, holding you close all while Sam watches, a distant smile on his face.

“Get her on the bed,” John says. “Take off her jeans.”

Dean’s hand drops off you and in the same moment, Sam leans down, wraps his arms around you and lifts you. You squeal, throw your arms around Sam’s shoulders as he starts carrying you towards the bed. John’s pretty sure that sound, joy like that, hasn’t ever been heard in the Winchester household. Not since Mary, anyway, and even then...

Sam drops you on the bed and then gets over you and you’re still giggling, at least until he kisses you and instead you sigh. His hand goes to the button of your jeans, opening it quickly, practiced. John doesn’t know what Sam’s dorm room looks like, but he has a strange moment where he imagines the two of you there, on some dingy bed, clothes strewn everywhere. It’s not where you belong. It’s not where you should be.

Sam breaks the kiss, moves and starts tugging your jeans down. You lift your ass, help him by wiggling, bottom lip caught between your teeth to contain your grin. It makes John’s heart flutter and his dick twitch. He shifts a little, but he’s not giving in right now.

Sam finishes pulling your jeans off, drops them off the bed, then leans down, kisses your leg, slowly making his way up again. Too slowly. John needs to see you.

“Her panties, Dean,” John says and Dean, who has been standing there, maybe waiting for an instruction on what to do next, complies. Sam presses another kiss to the inside of your thigh, then drops down next to you. You turn your head to him and you two continue kissing while Dean walks up, fingers snaking up your hips to the waistline of your underwear. He pulls them off you, you helping much less this time with how Sam is distracting you, but then you’re tugging at Dean’s arm, breaking the kiss and turning to him. You grab his face, kiss him deeply, hurriedly. Dean’s eyes fall shut while his hand finds your thigh, squeezing. 

Sam’s hand goes to your chin, dragging you away from his brother to kiss him again. They’re both so hungry for you, and John can’t blame them. Dean, rather than wait his turn again, moves down the bed and then positions himself at the foot of it. Right between your legs.

Dean dives in like a man starving. John opens his mouth to say something, tell him to take it easy, that he isn’t bobbing for apples here, but then he sees your pussy, stops, too mesmerized by the sight. He feels that tug inside himself again, stronger than before. He told himself he’d wait until the boys are finished with you before he takes his turn. Right then, he’s not sure he can wait that long.

Dean licks at you, then sucks your clit into his mouth, making a hiccupy breath leave you as you pull your legs up a little. Slower, John wants to say. He wants to savor every second. His sons don’t know how fast things go, how quickly everything passes. They don’t understand that when you find something good, you need to take your time with it.

Still, you seem to like what Dean is doing as one of your hands goes to the back of his head, fingernails scratching over the skin high on his neck, and John swears it alleviates the tension in his own head, the one that’s just always kind of there. An involuntary groan leaves him, loud enough that you must notice.

You stop kissing Sam, turn your head to look at John, there on the other side of the room. Your eyelids are already low, your chest rising and falling heavily. You lick your lips before you speak.

“John, come here,” you say but John shakes his head slowly. 

“Not yet,” he says. “Later, princess.” He expects you to question him, to challenge him, even, but you don’t. You just give a slow nod, like you understand. Maybe you do. Of course you do. You’ve understood everything else about him so far.

Your free hand goes to Sam’s chest, slowly travels down to his crotch. John can’t see what you’re doing from where he sits, but with the sound of a zipper and the way Sam’s eyes fall shut shortly after, he can make an educated guess. Sam’s hand goes down his body, maybe to assist you while Dean keeps licking and sucking at you. 

Dean moves his arm, hand going up to between your legs as he begins teasing you this way too. Maybe he does have some technique, but John’s too distracted by the expression on your face to pay much attention to it. Your eyes are closed, a soft smile on your lips. You’ve got one man in your hand, one between your legs and another watching you - it seems you’re more than happy with the arrangement. 

As Dean keeps going, you begin rolling your hips, small sighing moans that might as well be the songs of angels leaving you. Your breathing is picking up as you let Dean carry you higher and higher. When your hand starts turning into a fist on the back of his head and Dean grunts at the pull, John knows you must be close. 

“How about one of you boys starts fucking her?” John says, a small tinge of teasing in his voice. Your eyes snap open, focusing on him and he gives you a wolfish grin. “She clearly needs it.”

Your mouth drops open, but then Sam is already pulling his shirt over his head. Maybe he needs you first, John thinks, as he focuses back on you while Sam takes off his t-shirt, then pulls down his jeans, the way he’s lying on his side making the movement awkward, even with your assistance. Maybe that’s the assurance he needs.

Sam manages to kick off his jeans and then he apparently can’t wait anymore. Dean moves out of the way just in time to not have his brother kick him in the face as Sam rolls you over so that you’re lying on your front before he gets over you. He kisses your shoulder over and over while his hand goes between your bodies, searching, and then you are pressing your ass up, and a second later Sam pushes himself into you.

Both of you moan at the feeling, at the union, and through it all John needs to make a fist. It should be him doing that to you, giving you that first intense stretch, the one you need to adjust to a little. Which, speaking of, Sam barely gives you any time to do. He pushes himself up a little, begins shallowly thrusting into you and you immediately moan again, louder this time. It makes sense that Sam knows what he’s doing. Still, John thinks. He would do better.

Dean has stood up, taken a step back, and is watching as well. He’s worrying at his bottom lip, eyes going over the scene before him. There’s not really any way to get to you in this position, but he seems reluctant to say anything. John doesn’t have the same reservations.

“Sam,” he says, and he has to say it again because Sam is too enthralled with driving into you, forehead pressed against the back of your head to be as close as possible to you. He looks up, then turns his head only a little, not actually looking at his father but signaling he’s heard. 

“Don’t keep her all to yourself,” John says. He bites back a comment about having taught his sons about sharing. Mostly because he actually hasn’t taught them about that, but also because he’s not sure how far he can push Sam. There’s the distant worry that he might snatch you away from them, might end this whole thing if he thinks his brother and father are getting too cocky. On the one hand, John’s not sure if he would have the balls to actually do it, or if you would go along with it. On the other, he’s very much not willing to risk it. There’s a line, and he can approach it but not cross it.

Sam stops moving, halts for a second, then pushes into you, quick, rough, one more time, making you gasp, before he pulls out, pushes himself off of you. He’s breathing hard, but looks over at his brother.

“Sure you wanna follow that act?” Sam says, side of his mouth twitching in a suppressed smile. It’s enough to shake Dean out of his stupor. He steps towards the bed again just as you’re turning yourself around, opens his jeans as he does.

“Bitch,” he mutters in Sam’s direction. 

“Jerk,” Sam fires back immediately. 

“Don’t fight,” you say, grinning up at Dean who’s approaching you. He leans down, grabs you around both ankles and pulls you toward the edge of the bed. You laugh and a broad smile breaks out over Dean’s face. You sit up a little, just enough to start tugging at Dean’s shirt, enough to hurry him up as Dean tears his clothes off himself in his bid to get to you.

Just like Sam, he doesn’t have the patience to take all of his clothes off before climbing over you. He stumbles only a little when he steps out of his jeans and knees onto the bed and you help him push his underwear down and then he’s over you, kissing you, as you wrap your arms and legs around him. Dean presses himself against you and you playfully nip at his lip, once, twice, before Dean pulls his head back, narrows his eyes at you.

“What?” you ask, teasingly. “Just want a taste.” Dean raises his eyebrows. 

“I’ll give you a taste,” he says and you grin, then reach your hand between your bodies.

“All talk,” you say and Dean clenches his jaw, either at your teasing or at the fact that you find him. He adjusts himself and then kisses you again when he pushes in. 

Your head drops back as Deans starts rolling his hips, starts fucking you, slower and gentler than Sam. You turn your head to the side and when your eyes open again, they’re on John.

“Such good boys,” you say, voice breathy. “You really raised them right.”

John’s never associated sex with laughter, with outright joy. He still doesn’t, but in that moment, he can’t help the snorting scoff that comes from him. The fact that you are fucking all three of them stands in stark contrast to your statement. You grin at John’s amusement, but only until Dean picks up his speed and your eyes flutter shut again.

Dean is watching you intently, watching the effect he is having on you as he keeps thrusting into you. He pushes himself a little higher to give himself better leverage, to drive faster into you, which is what he starts doing.

Your noises are becoming louder, more urgent. Your legs wrap tighter around Dean and you’re curling your toes, moving your hips along to support his movement. You turn your head to the other side, searching out Sam who has been watching, stoking himself languidly. 

“Baby,” you say, breathless, “come here.” Sam does, comes closer and John assumes you’re gonna start blowing him, but Sam reaches you, hand going down your body to between your legs, barely avoiding Dean as he starts petting your clit. You whine loudly, eyebrows drawing together as Sam rubs you, hard and fast.

It seems to almost become too much for you for a second. The stimulation must be intense and John can see the muscles in your stomach and thighs twitching but then you crash into an orgasm, head going back, neck stretched as the most perfect, pained sounds leave you and you come, shuddering all over before Sam pulls his hand back again.

Dean groans loudly and John knows what he feels, knows the perfect ripple of your pussy, has felt it and without meaning to, one of his hands goes to his crotch, palm rubbing over the jeans fabric, pressing. He’s hard as steel, and he really shouldn’t be surprised, but it’s like he’s been hypnotized. The urge for you grows stronger suddenly, impossibly strong.

He snaps back into the moment when Dean groans again, eyes squeezing shut, shoulders shaking and he must come, because he stills, almost whines and then nearly collapses on top of you. He rests his forehead against your neck as you run your hands over his back, catching your breath.

But Sam’s not having it. He waits another second, then shifts, before speaking.

“Move, dude,” he says and Dean blinks, raises his head. He groggily pushes himself up, not giving any lip back at his brother for once, pulls himself out of you, but not without squeezing your thighs. He stumbles off the bed, then stands, immediately reaching down to grab his boxers. His t-shirt is hanging off the side of the bed and before Dean can reach it, Sam reaches for it, then presses it between your legs, wiping his brother's spendings off of you. Dean looks up from pulling up his underwear a second later, face contorting.

“Come on, man!” he says but Sam isn’t listening, tosses the shirt to the side and then reaches for your arms, pulls you up. You follow and Sam turns both of you so that you’re over him, straddling him. You press your hands into the mattress on the right and left of his head, grin down at him while one of Sam’s hands goes to his dick, the other to your ass, getting you to sit up higher.

“That was kinda gross,” you say and Sam returns the grin.

“Wanted me to just leave it there?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “You wanna just be filled to the brim with all of us?” 

In response, you moan, then move higher so that Sam can line himself up with you. He looks down your body, then up at your face again, just in time to watch your eyes fall shut when you sink down on him.

John watches your face too. Watches the softness and pleasure there. He could look at your face forever. He’s breathing hard. You’ll be positively spent by the time he gets to you. He doesn’t mind. 

Sam and you start moving at the same time, you rolling and he thrusting up. It’s clear that despite you being on top, Sam has no interest in letting you take the lead. He grabs two handfuls of your ass cheeks, starts manipulating your movement. You lay both hands on his chest to steady yourself, moan loudly.

John’s close to bursting. He can feel it. He’s pretty sure he’s gonna come the second he enters you. He stays unmoving, though. He can’t come in now - it would throw off the entire… hierarchy, his brain offers. Maybe. Maybe that’s what it is.

His focus is drawn back to you, bouncing there on Sam’s cock, perfect tits on full display. You’re taking it like a champ, seem ecstatic by it, by the way you’re being filled over and over, like it won’t ever be enough. You seem to have an insatiable appetite, which is good, considering you have three men here to feed you.

It doesn’t take long until you’re moaning loudly, biting your lips, pinching your nipples. Sam’s mouth is open as he keeps looking from where he’s disappearing inside of you to your face, unable to settle on any one sight. Dean meanwhile seems to have collected himself somewhat, because he walks over. You and Sam are at the edge of the bed, so it’s easy for Dean to reach out, turn your face towards him and kiss you deeply. You moan into his mouth and then Dean pulls back, his face only an inch from yours.

“Sammy gonna be able to make you come?” he asks, tone cocky. “Or you need any help with that?” You must be close, because you don’t give a quick, snappy comeback this time. Instead you whimper, shake your head a little.

“So close,” you mumble and John might be imagining it, but he thinks he sees a shadow of disappointment pass over Dean’s face, just for a second. Not that he cares, not that it matters with how hard you are grinding yourself down against Sam. You look concentrated, focused and then your eyebrows pull up and you moan loudly.

“Yes, baby, right there, right there,” you gasp and a second later you are shuddering, whimpering loudly as you come again. Dean has let go of your face, but he’s running a hand over your hair, your back. 

Sam’s not done, though, and he keeps thrusting up and finally you start riding him again, meeting him halfway. It’s not long before he pulls up his lip, almost snarling and squeezes his eyes shut, pressing the back of his head into the pillow below.

“Fuck,” he groans, body going slack under you as you slump forward, land on his chest, pressing yourself against him. Your face is turned into John’s direction. There’s a dreamy smile on your face as you come down.

It’s quiet in the room, except everyone’s heavy breathing feeling impossibly loud. Dean’s hand is still on your back, fingers making small circles just below where Sam is holding you.

It’s a miracle that John can stand. He does, and for a moment he’s not sure his legs won’t give out with how little blood there must be running through them. He’s hard, painfully so. He’s not sure he’s ever been harder in his life. He steps closer to his bed and your eyes open, focus on him again. The way you always know just where to find him - it’d be easy to read into that. He allows himself to, just for a moment.

“On your back,” he says, voice low and gravely. “Legs open.”

He knows he can’t ask Sam and Dean to leave, even though he would want to. Right now, it doesn’t matter. He needs you and he needs relief, and it doesn’t matter how he gets it so long as he gets it both. 

You press yourself up, let Sam slip out of you and do what John says. Finally, he thinks. Someone who understands that sometimes he does know what he’s doing. Sam slinks off the bed but John barely notices. He’s too busy watching you position yourself on your back, adjusting until you’re comfortable. He nods at Dean’s already come-stained shirt lying close to you.

“Clean yourself,” he says and, again, without objection you reach for it, do what he asked you to do, then lie back down. 

John looks down at you. You’re completely naked while he’s completely dressed. It makes you look all the more vulnerable, all the more open and ready. He runs one hand over his face, his fingertips making a scratching sound against his beard.

Your chest is still rising and falling. Your eyelids are low, mouth open. The insides of your thigh are glistening with your own wetness and probably leftovers of Sam and Dean. You’re a mess, spent. You should be satisfied, done.

But the way you look up at John. The way one of your hands finds the bedsheet under you, twists it between your fingers. The way your legs are dropped open wide, no shame, no worry, just want. It’d be so easy to feel shame, horror. But you don’t. And so do none of them.

“So this is what you like, huh?” he asks, smiling a little as his hands go to his belt. He wants to just tear his clothes off, have all of your skin touch all of his, but you have given this to him, to him and his sons, so he wants to make sure you get your money’s worth.

“You like just being fucked stupid?” he asks. “One man ain’t enough for you?”

It’s teetering close to the edge of what might be acceptable to say, but John can’t care in that moment. You run the tip of your tongue over your top lip.

“Are you just gonna talk?” you ask. “Or are you actually gonna do something?”

John freezes and although he’s not looking at them, he’s pretty sure Sam and Dean do too. He looks down at you and you seem so absolutely unafraid of him. It’s the moment he realizes that doesn’t happen a lot. The people he spends time with tend to be scared of him. But you’re not.

His hands drop off his belt and he puts one knee on the bed, leans over you. His eyes roam over your face, then your body while he slowly shakes his head. He raises one hand, then his fingertips land on your skin, where it’s extra soft on your stomach and slowly wanders lower. He finds your wet warmth, gently touching.

“I think you need to watch your tone,” he says, voice low. You give him a challenging grin. 

“Or what?” you say. John sucks on his teeth while he thinks, his hand no longer moving. 

He looks up. Sam and Dean are standing back, almost at attention, watching. He doesn’t need to say anything - he looks at them, then nods at you. Sam huffs through his nose, understanding first. He’s put on his briefs again, then steps closer to the bed, crawls on it just far enough to reach you. Your eyes shoot up at him and John loves the look of surprise he sees there. Looks like he actually got one over on you for once. He silently congratulates himself just as Dean follows suit, also leaning over you.

John’s fingers dive into you, two of them, and he nearly closes his eyes at the feeling. A small gasp leaves you, turns into a moan when Dean’s hand goes to your breast, your nipple, rolling it between two fingers. You blink but seem to have a hard time keeping your eyes open. Sam’s hand goes to your face, cupping your cheek. Thumb running over your bottom lip.

John crooks his fingers, presses them against you, against the soft spongy spot inside of you. Your hips buck up but you’re not going far with the three men there over you. Dean keeps teasing your nipple and your mouth drops open, allowing Sam to push his thumb in. You greedily begin sucking on it.

It doesn’t take long. The sound John’s fingers are making is loud, only interrupted by the animalistic noises you are making, pressed out between Sam’s digit. You’re whimpering like a hurt animal and when you fall apart, it looks like you’re possessed by an angry spirit. John keeps going, pressing hard against you and your high doesn’t seem to end as you inhale and exhale quickly, harshly. Sam pulls his finger out of your mouth and Dean pulls back too, and a moment later your hand shoots down, grabbing John’s wrist and pulling his hand away from you.

You roll to the side, still moaning on every breath. John lays one large hand on your hip, watches as you slowly calm down. You haven’t let go of his wrist, your hand still clenched around it.

“Oh God,” you mutter. “Oh God, that was…” You don’t say what it was, but John thinks he has a pretty good idea. He sighs, fingertips gently tracing your skin.

When you blink your eyes open, that cockiness isn’t there anymore. It’s not driven out of you, but it’s replaced with something else - determination. You let go of John’s wrist, but only so your hands can find his belt, finish opening it. He lets you. He feels strangely unhurried all of a sudden, despite the fact that his erection is still straining in his jeans.

You take him out, give him a slow, cursory stroke. John closes his eyes, release so close he can taste it. When he opens his eyes again, you reach out for him, arms open and welcoming. He takes a shaky breath.

He doesn’t have it in him to take his clothes off. He pushes his jeans down and he feels like a volcano bubbling over. He’s sure his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans might be scratching at you, might be uncomfortable but he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t.

You drop your legs open and he goes into you as easily as a hot knife into butter. You’re that ready for him. You bring your head up, press your forehead against his. It takes him a handful of thrusts, and if he was the same man he was before he met you, he might be embarrassed at that but, again, he can’t seem to care. 

His moan is long and deep and he feels like he goes blind and dumb for a second. He empties himself into you with a fierceness that could scare him. But it doesn’t. Because all is right.

He lowers his head and you land a soft kiss on his cheek. He could fall asleep, right now, right here, while he softens inside of you. It sounds tempting. But then you move, just a little, and with the last bit of strength he has, he rolls off you so he doesn’t smush you.

The back of his head meets the bed and he stares up at the ceiling. His mind - and his balls, for that matter - have never been so empty. But his heart is filled up when he feels you move, and then you are pressing yourself against him, one arm going over his chest, cheek pressed against his shoulder. John wraps his arm around you, fingers lazily tracing your skin.

“So,” you say, voice muffled by how close you are to him, “who’s gonna carry me to the shower? Cause I’m pretty sure my legs don’t work.”

Sam’s the first one to snort and John feels you raise your head, probably look at Sam, maybe grinning at him.

“Lazy,” Dean comments and you click your tongue. 

“You try taking three loads, Winchester,” you say, and Sam gives a high-pitched laugh while Dean expresses his disdain at your suggestion.

The three of you keep bickering, but John barely hears it. He’s turned his head, is looking at you, your easy smile, your beautiful face. 

Is this working? he asks himself. Did they actually, among all this horror, find something that just works? It might be fucked up and weird, and John knows that if he thinks too closely about it, he might ruin it. So he doesn’t. You look at him, smile, before shooting something else at Dean or Sam, he’s not even sure, because something is sneaking up on John that he hasn’t known in a long time.

It’s peace.

It’s a few hours later and John is making his round through the house. It’s something he started doing when Dean was born and then never stopped. From the habit of a young father to that of a seasoned hunter. 

He moves the curtain in the living room to the side with one finger, looks down the street. Blinks, narrows his eyes. It’s snowing. Soft and quiet and white everywhere. He didn’t even notice.

He looks for a second longer, then turns, walks out of the living room. Turns off the light behind him, then walks over to Sam’s room.

The door is ajar and he pushes against it gently to look inside. The bedside lamp is on. You’re lying on your side with Sam behind you, eyes closed, his arm slung over you. Your hair still looks a little wet from the shower. Both of you are breathing deeply and slowly, peacefully. John’s eyes wander down, and he sees Dean lying next to the bed on the ground. He has a pillow and a thin blanket and his arm is thrown over his face while he’s gently snoring. A loyal guard dog.

John takes two steps into the room, quiet. Before he turns off the light, he lowers his hand, brushes a strand of hair out of your face. You don’t wake.

He pulls the door with him when he leaves the room but doesn’t close it. He wishes you had fallen asleep in his bed, but he doesn’t feel sore about it. Maybe some other night you will. Or maybe holding you while you sleep is Sam’s terrain only.

John climbs into bed, stretches. Tiredness pulls at him, but it’s a good kind of tiredness. An intense one. 

He’ll wake up to his sons and you and peace in the house. He saw the presents you put under the tree that you specifically asked him to buy. It’s a small, shabby one and he didn’t have any decoration for it, but you’ve bought some folded paper decoration that you’ve attached to it. It looks wonky but sort of sweet.

In all the excitement leading up to the day, John didn’t get you a present. It’s just not something that’s been on his mind, but he swears to himself that he will get you something. He doubts that whatever is waiting for him in the small package adorned with his name is something expensive, but it’s about the principle. He’ll get Sam and Dean something nice too. 

Snow falls gently outside and the house is quiet. Dean sniffs in his sleep, scratches at his nose. Sam pulls you closer in his sleep and John, if anyone would believe it, has a content look on his face as he closes his eyes. It’s their first family holiday in a long, long time, but it’s gonna be a good one.

[blackynsupremacy]

“HI, MS. PARKER!”

pairing: female!reader x female!bff x oldermale!character

inspo: friday (1995)

18+ vibes, so minors dni! contains: age gap, flirting, teasing, mention of a threesome, arousal, implied smut, swearing.

the neighbor: clark kent, steve rogers, thor odinson, logan howlett, derek morgan, dean winchester, erik killmonger, john winchester, bucky barnes or any character the reader has in mind!

taglist: @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @afrowrites @rosiestalez @zombiehe4rt @sabrinasopposite @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @elitesanjisimp @gxuxhdjdu

the sun adores the illuminated skin of you and your best friend. it’s friday, ya’ll ain’t got work nor classes, so you decided it was a beautiful day to take a bike ride through the neighborhood. it’s a blazing temperature of eighty-seven, so of course you’re both scantily clad in black halters and denim cut offs with slides before you hit the block. as you peddle around the corner, you spot him. it was one of your neighbors that had a decade on your twenty-five year old selves, but who gave a damn when he’s this—fine and recently divorced. your eyes gawk at how each of his muscles flexes in that tight-ass white tank top while performing the most mundane tasks such as mowing the lawn or fixing his car. the stains of perspiration leave a glistening mess on areas of his skin such as his arms, chest, and neck. you and your friend give each other a smirk, a glint of mischief within your eyes. you simultaneously wave at the man and greet him in the “friendliest” tone as you have done in prior occasions.

“heeeey!” you both squeal and let a few giggles escape as if you were back in your high school days.

he stops what he’s doing and lifts his head up at the harmony of your voices. he wipes the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand as an amicable grin curves on his lips. he raises a bulging arm in the air, a baritone voice resonating to reciprocate the greeting.

“hey, ladies! how ya doin’?”

“we’re good!”

you turn your heads to secretly converse with each other as the raunchiest of thoughts run circles through your minds. your friend mutters under her breath on your behalves.

“we’d be better if you’d let us fuck.”

he peered at you both with a tantalizing gaze, an arched brow and a piqued smirk that thankfully, both of you couldn’t see. this was a weekly routine of this teasing and he played right along with ya’ll. he hadn’t really got any play since the divorce finalized because he was just trying to focus on himself, but how could he focus with these two pyt’s basically eye fucking him each time they pass by as their bodies bounced on their bikes? the aching sensation of his dick hardens as he couldn’t deny the fact that he was just as intrigued as you and your friend. he often battled with himself as to which one he would take first, but then again—why not both at the same time?

“i’m sorry, what’d you say, honey?” he feignedly inquired.

to say ya’ll were gagged was an understatement because there’s no way that man heard what your friend said. albeit it was true that both of you held a strong attraction to the older male, ya’ll weren’t gonna let him know that too quick.

you stammered to save your asses.

“uh—nothing! have a good one, sir!”

the heat of embarrassment rushed on your faces as you waved again and peddled off a few more blocks before retiring back to your home. after that encounter, you both needed a cold shower to cool off the area that needed it the most.

later that evening as you both were binging your favorite reality show, your phones pinged at the same time. you both picked them up to see you got a new message from an unknown number and they put you in a group chat: you, your friend, and the unknown person.

the message read:

you know i’ve heard you loud and clear earlier.

baffled, you read the message and you took it upon yourself to respond:

i’m sorry. who’s this and how’d you get our numbers?

don’t act so coy. you girls like to tease me every week on those bikes.

•••

it’s driving me fucking crazy.

it dawns on you both that this unknown person was…your neighbor.

“oh…” you started.

“…shit.” your friend finished your thought and she responds in the chat.

we didn’t mean to tease! we just wanted to say hi real quick because you looked so busy.

“and so damn fine.” you mutter, eyes not pulling from the screen awaiting the next response.

•••

let’s cut to the chase. it’s obvious you want to—have your way with me. i feel the same way, so if you stunning young ladies wanna know how a real man does it, swing by my place in the next 10 minutes. ;)

•••

you said you want to fuck, so let’s fuck.

you both stare at your phones then at each other not knowing that as you were reading each word your thighs instinctively clenched together to hold in the arousal that was erupting between your legs. as if you were speaking telepathically, you both deserved to relieve some tension with one of the finest men on your street. you kept your end of the bargain because within ten minutes you’re both standing in anticipation at his front door. you were getting a taste of your own medicine as his sculpted figure leaned against the frame. one of his forearms supporting his body while his other hand “tries” to grasp onto the cotton towel that was lowering at his navel. he skips the formalities by using his large, two fingers to beckon you both into the house and you both simply follow his command.

a ménage a toi—who knew that this was a way to spend a friday evening?

[reigningqueenofwords]

Chevy Girl

Pairing: John x Reader Word count: 1,967 Warnings: Oral, unprotected sex

Read on AO3

Feeling the Impala stop, you shifted in your seat. Sam and Dean were back at the motel, one sick, the other doing research. That left you to go on the hunt with John. Alone. There was just one or two problems. First? He was ruggedly handsome. You wanted to reach out and run your fingers through his scruff. His smile sent a warm feeling over your whole body. And his voice? You could listen to him talk about just about anything. Next? The Impala. You were a Chevy girl, and she was gorgeous. She was well maintained, and smelled like John. The first time you laid eyes on her, you bit your lip.

“Y/N.” You heard John say, before chuckling. “I know you’re awake, baby girl.” It was hard to hold back the moan that wanted to escape your mouth. God, did he know what that did to you?

Sighing, you sat up and stretched. John did his best not to make it obvious that he was very aware of how womanly you’d become since you’d joined him and his boys. When he first saw you, you were a lanky seventeen-year-old. You were a late bloomer. Now here you were, twenty, and he could only imagine what it would feel like to have you around him. “What’s up?” You asked, completely oblivious to the older man’s thoughts.

He cleared his throat. “Flat tire.” He shrugged. “Not like I keep a spare in the trunk with all our gear.” You looked outside, and realized that you’d must have dozed off awhile ago. It was dark. “It’s too late to call the boys, so we might as well stay here for the night.”

You shrugged. “Okay.” He looked at you, surprised that you actually agreed. “You can crash if you want, I’m going to stretch my legs.” With that, you got out and stretched again, shutting the door with your hip. There was a nip in the air that seemed to go right through your thin long sleeved shirt. Shoving your hands in your pockets, you walked towards the edge of the woods. It was so creepy. Far creepier than the things that went bump in the night. Those you could handle, because you knew about them. You knew how to kill them, how to weaken them. Here? There could be anything in those woods. And you had no clue.

John licked his lips, watching you for a moment. The breeze blew your Y/H/C around a bit, making you pull it over your left shoulder. When you looked around, he caught a glimpse of your profile and smiled. Sighing, he slipped out of the car and walked to where you were. He saw you shiver slightly and pulled off his jacket, slipping it over your shoulders.

You looked over at him and smiled. “Thanks.” Pushing your arms through the sleeves, you fought the urge to inhale deeply. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your gaze turning back to the trees. The two of you stood there  in silence for some time before either of you spoke. “I hope they aren’t too worried.” You thought out loud.

“Dean’s probably passed out with so much cold medicine that we’ll be old before he gets up, and Sam’s probably nose deep in a book.” He smirked. You laughed, your cheeks pink from the cold breeze. “Come on, we should get back in the car.”

“I’m fine, you can go. It’s peaceful out here.” You told him. “We don’t get much of that.” Your voice was quiet.

He nodded, knowing what you meant. “Why not lay on the hood? I’m sure it’s cool enough it won’t burn you, but warm enough to be better than just standing here.” He suggested.

You bit your lip and glanced at him. “Only if you do, too.”  You smiled at him, your eyes shimmering in the moonlight. Without waiting for an answer, you turned and walked over to the Impala. You pulled off his jacket once you were on the hood and used it as more of a blanket. Leaning back, you looked up at the sky, looking for pictures in the stars.

John followed. Laying on the hood of his car wasn’t something that he was used to doing. However, there he was, climbing up to lay next to you. “I can’t remember the last time I did this.” He admitted.

Chuckling, you nodded. “Yeah, you don’t seem to be the type.”

“What type?”

“To stop and enjoy things. You’re all about the hunt. You eat, sleep, and breath everything about killing monsters.” You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, daring him to tell you otherwise.

John laughed. An actual laugh. Which was a first. Normally, it didn’t seem real. Sure, you’d seen him happy plenty of times, but his laughs seemed almost broken? You could never figure it out. Until now. Your heart was fluttering at the sound. It was a nice sound to hear. “I do know how to do other things, ya know?” It was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

Your cheeks turned a darker pink, and you were thankful that it was fairly hard to tell. You were trying to think of a come back when he was above you. He was smirking down at you, his hands on both sides of you. “L-like?” Your eyes shot to his lips for a moment, licking your own.

His eyes darkened slightly as he leaned in closer. Your noses were nearly touching when he stopped, making your heart race, and your core ache. “How about I show you, baby girl?” His voice was low, and made you rub your thighs together. You nodded slightly, not trusting your voice. In the next breath, his lips were on yours. The scruff on his face that you had so badly wanted to touch was rubbing on your face. Your hands moved from under the jacket, wrapping around his neck. The kiss went from experimental, to needy. You moaned against him, needing more.

John moved to your neck, your eyes closing in bliss. “John, please!” You didn’t think you could last much longer.

He chuckled against your skin. “Please what?” He nipped you.

“Please touch me!” You begged.

“You didn’t say the magic word, sweetheart.” He kept up his attach on your flesh.

You were going crazy with want, trying to figure out what word he could possibly want. And then he growled, and you knew. “Please, sir! Please touch me.” He rolled his hips, letting you feel how hard he was for you.

He smiled. “There you go.” His hand moved under your shirt, the warmth of his hand leaving a trail of desire. When his fingers reached your nipples, he pinched them through the lace of your bra. Your back arched slightly. He palmed your breast roughly as he slowly moved down your body. When he reached your stomach, he pushed your shirt up, giving him access to your skin. He nipped right below your belly button. You gasped, knowing that you were about to have the best time of you life. On some back road, with a man at least twice your age, because of a flat tire. If there was a God, you had to thank him for this.

His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of your jeans. You looked down to see a devious smirk on his face. Before you could fathom what the hunter hand in mind, he pulled your pants, and underwear, from your body. A cool breeze made you gasp. John looked like a hunter, and you were the prey. “Spread those pretty legs for me.” His hands rubbed up your calves as you did as he asked. You were exposed to him, which only added to the thrill. He moved so that his face was level with your dripping cunt.  "You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured this.“ He growled before licking your juices up.

Moaning, your hand moved to his hair. It was like you had electricity flowing through your veins. John went after your pussy like a starving man. It didn’t take him long to have you squirming, your toes curling. You didn’t control your volume, knowing that there was no one around. John smiled as he worked, loving hearing you whimper, moan, and beg. Slipping two fingers into your channel, he curled them. ”Fuck!“ You gasped. “John! I’m-I’m– Oh, sir!” You clenched around his fingers, holding his hair in a firm grim.

As he stood up, you were breathing heavy. He licked his lips, and then his fingers, your eyes trailing down his body, landing on the bulge in his pants. “Another time, baby girl.” He promised you. “Down.” He motioned for you to slide off the hood.

You did as you were told, standing in front of him. “How do you want me, sir?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Turn that ass around.” He smirked. You turned, and felt his hand between your shoulders. He pressed gently, his other hand massaging your ass. Once you were completely bent over, he moved your feet apart a bit more. “Now, that’s a fucking view.” He moaned while undoing his belt buckle. You heard the tell tale sounds of his pants being undone, and pushed down. He stopped them at his thighs, wanting to be inside you. “You ready for me?” He asked, not wanting to push you to somewhere you weren’t comfortable.

“Please, fuck me, sir!” You begged, feeling way too empty for your liking. Wiggling your ass at him, you gasped when his handed landed on your bare skin.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back on him. You moaned as he bottomed out. “Fuck, baby girl.” He groaned. Pulling back, he thrust back in.  There was nothing for you to hang on to as he relentlessly pounded into you.

You gasped, your head touching the metal of the Impala’s hood. “Sir!” You called out, so close to coming.

“Touch yourself.” He ordered. Your hand moved between your legs, rubbing your clit.

You felt that coil in your stomach snap. “Fuck, sir! JOHN!” You screamed his name, your walls tightening on his cock.

His thrusts became more shallow as he neared his own release. “Y/N!” He groaned, filling you. “Shit, baby girl.” He chuckled, playfully slapping your ass and pulling out. “Shoulda done that sooner.”

Straightening up, you groaned. You’d be sore tomorrow. So worth it, though. So worth it. You grabbed your underwear and pants, pulling them back on. “You’re right. You eat, sleep, breath, and fuck hunting.” You teased.

“I think I’d rather fuck you.” He grinned as the two of you slid into the front seat. You stared at him as he started the car and pulled back onto the road. “What? You think I wanted to fuck you in the motel room next to my boys?” He laughed at how shocked you looked. “That felt damn good, baby girl.”

You licked your lips. “You planned that?” You asked.

John gave you that smirk. “I hoped. I took a chance, and it worked.” He shrugged.

“So, what now?” You looked out the window, realizing that things would be different now.

He glanced at you. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want things to be weird between us.” You admitted.

“Normally things don’t get weird when people start fucking.” He was confused.

You looked at him. “This wasn’t just a one time thing?” You asked, hopeful. He shook his head. “Oh! I thought that…”

John reached over and pulled you close. “Hell no. You think I’m fucking that pretty pussy just once?” Your cheeks turned bright red. “Besides. You’re a sexy, smart, kick ass hunter. Who’s my woman.”

“Yes, sir.” You grinned.