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Normal - FINALE (Winchesters x Reader)

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

Pairing(s): mentions of Sam x Sister!Reader, mentions of Dean x Sister!Reader, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader

Warning(s): Talks of incest, manipulation, coercion, talks of loss of virginity/alluding to other sexual acts, lots of bad stuff, angst... let me know if I missed any.

W/C: 2.7k+

A/N: Owowowowowow. This, as usual, was not how I planned it. I hope you enjoyed reading Normal, it's been in the making for a very long time!

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Dean's POV

Dean was worried sick when he came home only to find Sam all by himself. He knew that wherever Y/N was, it wasn't good and he grew nauseous at the thought of anything happening to her.

Immediately, Dean began to blame himself. He was the one who pushed Y/N away, he the first to come on to her, and most importantly, he was the one who left her when she needed him most.

It didn't matter to Dean if Y/N ran away on her own accord or if John had manipulated her into going somewhere with him, he just knew that he needed her back as quickly as he could get her.

Dean spent hours calling Y/N's phone and texting John. Eventually, he chose to wake Sam who was just as scared for Y/N as Dean was.

When the clock struck three and John burst through the door, Sam and Dean immediately stood up uneasily from the breakfast table.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Dean raised his voice, unable to contain his anger.

Dean walked toward his father, Sam following suit, ready to nearly kill him.

"What have you done, Dean?" John asked in return, his voice low and guttural, smelling of straight whiskey.

"What have you done, Dad?!" Dean yelled in return, grabbing fistfuls of John's jacket.

Instantaneously, John pushed Dean back with incredible force, causing Dean to stumble into Sam.

"Where's Y/N?" Sam stepped in as he helped' Dean reorient himself.

"None of your fucking business, that's where!" John yelled, looking back and forth between either brother. "What the fuck did you tell her?!"

"Nothing she shouldn't know! How could you do that to your own daughter? Huh?" Dean began to walk up to John again.

"I'd watch your fucking step if I were you, son," John growled in a deep voice, pointing a shaking finger at Dean.

"Dean, don't," Sam warned, causing Dean to stop in his tracks and look back at his brother.

"And why shouldn't I?" Dean screamed at Sam. "After all he's done to her, how can you sit there like that?!"

"Hey, man, I don't like it either. But come on, be smart about it. He's the only one who knows where Y/N is." Sam reasoned.

"Where is she?" Dean turned back to his father, speaking through grit teeth.

"Wouldn't you like to fuckin' know," John let out a menacing chuckle, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

When Dean made an intimidating move toward John, John placed his hands out in front of him.

"Woah, woah, woah there," John continued to chuckle as if he were mocking Dean. "She's somewhere safe. Sure she needed rest after creaming on my cock so many times."

"What the fuck did you just say?" Dean grit through his teeth, his heart dropping into his stomach.

"Dean, he's clearly lying," Sam tried to calm Dean, but his methods barely had an effect on Dean's mood.

"Why would I lie?" John asked, clearly knowing how to upset his sons.

"I swear to fucking God if you put your hands on her-" Dean stomped toward John, only to be pulled back by Sam.

"Good boy, Sam," John threw a wink toward his youngest son.

"Shut up," Sam bit back as he struggled to keep Dean in place.

"Don't act like you boys are perfect either. Must be a family thing," John took a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one. "You know, she told me all about you," John muttered through puffs.

Dean felt his face flush as he stopped fighting Sam from holding him in place.

"I don't look like such a bad guy, now do I?" John taunted his boys. "With Sam, I can understand. How could you resist that sexy little body of hers? But you, Dean? You're just like me."

"Don't you dare say that," Dean scolded under his breath, too angry to look his father in the eye.

"I mean, really? Using Y/N's body while she was unconscious is another kind of messed up. At least I didn't drug the poor girl." John smiled as he blew out cigarette smoke.

"Dean?" Sam took a step back, letting go of his hold on his big brother. "What is he talking about?"

"Don't listen to him, Sammy. He is the one who caused all of this to happen!" Dean felt as though the world were crumbling around him as he turned back to his younger brother.

Dean knew what he did was messed up. He knew that Sam would never approve. But, Dean also knew who the number one enemy was and he couldn't afford Sam taking John's side over his.

"You drugged and raped our sister?!" Sam was now the one raising his voice as his jaw clenched.

"Now, now, Sam. I didn't say all that," John held his hand out. "But your big brother did pleasure himself over your poor, sweet little sister months ago. Who knows what else he's done to her? Especially after that two-week trip you and I took."

"Dean?" Sam let out an exasperated sigh. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn't do that."

Dean remained silent, fighting internally whether or not he should tell Sam the truth.

"He did," A feminine voice rang through the air.

All three Winchester men snapped their heads to see Y/N in the doorway.

"How did you get here?" John growled, glaring at Y/N as he balled his fist.

"I walked. We were only across the street," Y/N stated simply, shrugging her shoulders. "And I told you about Dean, Sam, don't you remember?" Y/N helped Sam recall their time in the shower.

"I-I wasn't thinking. I would have never been okay with that!" Sam stuttered as he searched Y/N's eyes.

"You loved it, don't even lie to me," Y/N huffed out, leaving Sam on the brink of tears.

"Go to the truck," John demanded, standing up as he pointed toward the doorway. "This is between me and your brothers."

"No, Daddy. I'm done," Y/N put her foot down, surely shocking all three men.

Never in her life had Y/N ever defied John's words. Dean thought for sure John would have backhanded her immediately.

"Fuck all of you," Y/N muttered under her breath as she rubbed her temples. "Fuck all of you for using me the way you did and fuck me for actually enjoying it. Do you realize how sick you guys are?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Sam was the first to say. Y/N nodded at Sam with a flattened smile.

"Don't come near me!" Y/N tensed up, raising her voice when John took a few steps toward her. "Don't you dare take another step!"

Y/N began to cry, choking on sobs as she tried her best to wipe the tears away. Dean wanted nothing more than to hold her in that moment and help her forget everything.

"Nothing about this is normal! I can't believe you guys tricked me for so long!" Y/N sounded ashamed of herself as she practically screamed at her family. "I can't believe I fell for it. I thought you guys loved me."

"We do! I mean, I do!" Dean spoke up, reaching out to hold her hand.

"No, Dean!" Y/N slapped his hand away. "If you loved me, you would have never done what you did! You just wanted to use me!"

"Y/N, I-" Sam began to speak before being cut off.

"Shut up, Sam! I don't want to hear it!" Y/N continued to sob, seemingly more angry than sad.

The room went silent for a few moments as each of the Winchesters stood in shock.

"I'm leaving," Y/N announced, sniffling as she tried to hold her tears at bay.

"You can't be serious, baby," John chuckled in disbelief, watching for her reaction.

"I am," Y/N nodded her head with purpose as she stared at her father.

John turned to Dean, an even angrier expression on his face than the one before. 

"This! This is why I didn't tell her! Do you understand what you've done, Dean?" John yelled at his eldest, shaking his head. "You know damn well this would have never happened if you didn't say anything!"

"It never would have happened if you didn't manipulate me," Y/N spoke quietly with conviction, no longer sobbing like she was a few moments ago. 

"I didn't manipulate you, sweetheart. You wanted it. You asked me to show you the ropes, and how was I supposed to say no?" John attempted to pin it on Y/N, but she only shook her head in return. "I only did what you asked me to."

"You're lying!" Y/N was growing angrier by the second, the entire room could feel her rage. 

Dean wasn't sure what to do at that moment. Dean didn't want to push Y/N away or for her to leave, he knew that she wasn't ready for the real world. But what Dean didn't want even more was for her to fall for John's tricks again.

"Baby, do you really think I wanted to seduce my own daughter? Do you really think that I planned it out or that I didn't feel sick when I did it?" John baited her even more and Dean watched as her face contorted into a sad expression. 

"You used me," Y/N continued to stay quiet, this time with less conviction. 

"I didn't use you, sweetheart," John took a step forward, causing Y/N to take a step back. 

Dean turned to Sam, who seemed to be in as much shock as he was. Never in his life had Dean witnessed an argument between Y/N and John and as much as he felt like he needed to step in, he couldn't think of anything to say. He supposed that Sam was in the same boat. 

"You just don't know what it's like to be a man. You don't know how hard it is to stick to your morals when a pretty little thing, like you, wants to have sex with you. It's like my body was betraying my mind, Y/N! I didn't want to do anything with you! What kind of father would I be if I did?" John argued, causing Y/N to look even more disheartened. 

"You're lying," Y/N repeated, hot and silent tears streaming down her face. 

"No, babygirl, I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you and that's why I couldn't say no to you." John's expressions dimmed as he took another careful step toward his daughter. This time Y/N didn't take a step back. 

"Don't listen to him!" Sam shouted out, his jaw clenching as he also took a step toward the cowering girl. 

"Mind your business, Sam," John shot a quick glare toward his youngest son, teeth grinding as he spoke.

"Why didn't you tell me, then?" Y/N looked defeated as she questioned with glossy eyes.

"What was I supposed to say, Y/N?" John asked rhetorically. "That I wasn't thinking and that I regretted it? That it was wrong? We had already gone too far and I didn't want to break your heart."

"You regret it?" Y/N asked, her voice a slightly higher pitch than before. 

Dean could tell that Y/N's defenses were breaking and he wasn't sure if he wanted to rebuild them. He didn't want her to leave. But again, Dean knew that he couldn't watch her fall into the same old habits.

"Y/N," Dean warned softly as John sent him a death stare. "He's trying to make you feel bad so that you don't leave."

"You don't know what you're talking about, son," John muttered. "Let's not forget, you're the one who used her without consent."

"Y/N," Dean felt at a loss as he searched for Y/N's eyes. He wanted nothing more than to apologize to her. 

"Be quiet, Dean," Y/N didn't even look over as she demanded her older brother's silence. 

Y/N's gaze stayed on John and Dean could tell by his father's expression, that John believed he had convinced Y/N to stay. 

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Y/N asked in a low and guttural voice as she stared at her father.

"No, sweetheart, of course I don't," John said softly with a small but warm smile. "I was only trying to protect you."

"Sam," Y/N called out without breaking eye contact with her father. 

Y/N reached her hand out as Sam took a step forward, indicating that she wanted her twin by her side. Sam hesitantly walked toward his sister, grabbing ahold of her hand as he rested by her side. 

"Let's leave," Y/N squeezed Sam's hand, looking up at him. 

"Really?" Sam asked quietly and Y/N nodded her head in return. "Let me grab my stuff."

Sam left Y/N's side and headed for the opposite side of the room to grab his duffel bag. Dean's heart began to race as he felt like his heart was being broken. Y/N didn't want Dean to come with her. 

"Y/N," Dean called out, wanting nothing more than Y/N to invite him to go with her. 

"No, Dean," Y/N, again, didn't look over as Dean's eyes searched for hers. 

"Ain't that twisted, Dean," John chuckled in disbelief, and Dean glared in return with teary eyes. "All that work to convince her I was the bad guy and she still doesn't want you."

"Shut up," Dean muttered under his breath, looking down to the floor. 

"Stop it," Y/N warned in a demanding tone. Sam reached her side with his bag, continuing to remain silent. "Dean?"

"Yes?" Dean instantly looked up to see a soft expression on Y/N's face.

"Thank you for telling me. I just need time to forgive you." Y/N offered her gratitude with the utmost sincerity.

"So, I guess Sam's all in the clear, huh?" John nodded his head, skepticism lacing his tone. "I mean, he's the one who knew the entire time about you and me, and he didn't mention a word to you about how sick it was!"

"He didn't know. Let's not forget this is all your fault." Y/N replied bitterly. "And as much as I'd rather go alone, I don't trust myself enough to go without someone. Sam's the only one I can count on not to take advantage of me."

"You'll never survive on the outside. You need us!" John tried to reason with her as he walked toward his daughter, pointing in between himself and Dean. 

"Stop!" Y/N's voice boomed throughout the motel room as she clung to Sam's arm. "If you touch me, I'll scream!"

"Sweetheart-" John began.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" Y/N continued until her voice was nearly hoarse.

Dean sat there defeated, not saying a word as he came to grips with reality. He understood where Y/N was coming from, but it still hurt that he had to pay the price of his own actions. Dean knew he was the only one to blame for what he did to her, and the best thing he could do was watch her walk away.

"Where are you gonna go, little girl? You think you can make it all on your own?" John raised his pitch, mocking Y/N as he took small strides toward her.

"Leave her alone," Dean growled.

"Don't think we won't track you down. You'll be right back here in no time." John threatened and Y/N shook her head in return.

"No, I won't," Y/N gripped tighter onto Sam. Sam held her close in return. "If you try to find me, I'll call the police and you'll never see daylight again."

"You can't be serious," John scoffed, his hand resting just above his heart. 

"Goodbye, Dad," Y/N announced, yanking Sam's arm as she started walking toward the door. 

Dean's face was flushed and soaked with tears as he watched his younger siblings walk away. It only hurt more to realize that after they left, Dean would be all alone with John. Dean wished he could go back into the past and undo his mistakes. 

"Goodbye, Dean," Y/N turned back before exiting the motel room, giving her oldest brother a small, sad smile. 

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Eight

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

Characters: John x Daughter!Reader, mentions of Sam x Sister!Reader, mentions of Dean x Sister!Reader

Chapter Warnings: dub con, incest, angst, manipulation, coercion, loss of virginity, p in v

W/C: 3.1k+

A/N: One more chapter you guys :,)

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Daddy: Put some nice clothes on and pack a bag, we're going on a date tonight.

You couldn't help but choke on a sob as you read your phone. Your brain was hurting from crying so much. You tried desperately to understand Dean's anger and frustration with you.

You quickly got dressed after Dean left you alone in the motel room, wondering if you'd see him again later in the night or if he'd distract himself with a girl that wasn't you. It hurt to think about the latter.

You didn't understand why Dean was so upset with you or why he was upset with himself, it just didn't make any sense. What you were doing wasn't wrong. What was wrong with showing Dean how much you loved him?

Although it's true that you had never done anything like that with Dean before, you never would have taken it further if it weren't for that night of your first party.

He kissed you first. He used you first. He pleasured himself above your body before you had even thought to make an advance on him. Why was Dean suddenly changing his mind, and why was he calling it wrong?

You couldn't help but feel like Dean was lying to you because he felt guilty for some unknown reason.

Dean had told you that what you were doing with John was wrong, even what you were doing with Sammy. But you knew deep down that neither Sam nor your father had never hurt you before and that they never would.

Why would Dean ever suggest that anything was amiss?

You snapped out of your thoughts and picked at the skin on your hands, looking up as you heard the motel door open.

You had hoped to see Dean, to ask him all of your millions of questions, but Sam walked through the door. Sam's face dropped as he saw you sitting on the bed crying and immediately made his way over to you.

"Did Dean tell you?" Sam asked and you furrowed your eyebrows, growing confused.

You slowly nodded your head, sniffling, and Sam took a seat on the bed next to you. How would Sam already know what Dean 'told' you and what was there to tell? You had already assumed that Dean was lying.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really really sorry. I just- I figured you knew already and that you were okay with it." Sam put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly and you tried your best to hide your confusion.

Already knew what?

Was Dean really being serious? Was what you were doing with Sam and John actually wrong? It still wasn't clicking in your brain, and you found yourself needing to know more.

"I wish you would have told me sooner," You suggested, hoping to pry some more information out of Sam.

"I thought Dad had told you, honestly, I did. I never would have let you come on to me if I knew," Sam gave you a half smile as the tears continued to flow down your face.

It still didn't make sense. John was the one who taught you everything about life, and now Sam and Dean were both telling you that he had kept a huge secret from you. John would never keep a secret from you. You were sure of it.

"I still don't get it, Sammy," You sighed, frowning as you looked over at him. "What's so wrong about it? It's just love. Daddy says it's normal."

"Dad lied to you," Sam stated simply, not expounding as your face turned to shock.

Why would John ever lie to you? It just wasn't in his nature. You knew he loved you more than anything.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked again and Sam's lip trembled before he bit it to keep it still. "Is it because I did it with you too? Daddy says he's the only man I can trust enough."

"Dad's sick, Y/N. He manipulated you into thinking it was okay to do those things with him when it's not, you're not supposed to do that stuff with your family." Sam tried his best to explain and you tried your best to understand.

"Why not?" You pried and Sam sighed before taking a long moment to think.

"He's supposed to take care of you: Feed you, shelter you, buy you clothes. He's not supposed to want sex from you and you're not supposed to want sex with him. No father should want to have sex with his daughter. It's incest." Sam continued to explain and you shook your head, trying your best to understand.

"Then why did you let me come on to you?" You asked and Sam scrubbed his face with his palm whilst taking a deep inhale.

"I thought you didn't care about right or wrong. I thought you knew we weren't supposed to do those things together, but you still wanted to." Sam frowned and you followed suit.

"But I did want to do those things with you," You mentioned quietly, tears streaming down your face.

"But you didn't understand how wrong it was," Sam held your hand but you yanked it out of his grasp.

"I don't get it, Sammy. I'm really trying," You sniffled to yourself, feeling your eyes well with even more tears.

"It's okay, Y/N. You didn't know, and Dean and I are going to make sure Dad gets what he deserves, okay? We're not going to let him hurt you anymore." Sam said and you furrowed your eyebrows as you grew even more confused.

"He wasn't hurting me, Sam. He must have just forgotten to tell me," You shook your head, trying to fit all the pieces together.

"No, he didn't tell you on purpose so that you would want to have sex with him. He was abusing you."

"Why would he do that?" You sobbed.

John was the one man on Earth who you were supposed to trust. Even more than you were meant to trust Sam and Dean. The pieces weren't fitting together.

"Because he's sick in the head. And I guess I am too. It's not natural. I'm just happy that Dean found out before it went any further." Sam half-smiled again and you looked down at your lap, a strange sense of shame attached to your conscious.

You felt embarrassed that you were so easily taken advantage of. You felt embarrassed that you didn't know. But above all, you felt angry.

You weren't sure if you were angry with yourself for not knowing that it was 'wrong', if you were angry because Sam and Dean suddenly had a change of heart and it made you feel unwanted, or if you were angry because John had never mentioned it to you.

John had taught you everything there was to know about life. He taught you how to bathe, how to shoot a gun, and how to cook breakfast.

John did everything you thought a good father did- you thought that being a good father also included sex with their daughter.

It hurt your heart to know that he was only using you.

"Does that mean we can't do it together anymore?" You asked, hoping Sam would give you the answer that you wanted.

"I don't know, Y/N," Sam flattened his lips, looking sadder by the second. "I just know that Dad needs to pay for what he's done to you. He is the reason all of this is happening. It's not your fault."

"But what if I don't want to stop?" You asked.

You didn't want to lose the relationship that you had with each of your family members. You didn't want John to pay, you wanted to continue loving him in the only way you knew how.

"Then, that's up to you. I don't know if I can go on knowing the things I know now. It makes me feel sick." Sam frowned, looking down at his lap.

"Oh," Was all that came out as your heart tore into a million pieces.

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Your anxiety only rose as the date with John went on further because you knew what would follow afterward.

Sam had fallen asleep early and your father had asked you to meet him outside before the both of you left. A part of you felt guilty for not telling Sam where you were going, but you knew that Sam would not have been okay with it.

As much as how Sam felt about the situation was completely valid and you desperately wanted to let Sam protect you from John, the thought of your father's disappointment was more dominant.

You managed to make conversation at dinner and you found yourself falling into your ways. Your heart had longed for this night for so long that it felt wrong to not see it through until the end.

In addition to your longing for this night, you still loved your father more than anyone in the world. Now more confused than ever, you battled internally between asking John for the truth and giving in to your own desires.

As John kissed your neck, sprawled over the top of you, you couldn't stop replaying your interaction with Dean earlier.

Was Dean lying to you? You tried your best to come up with alternate explanations for his behavior but nothing ever made sense. Was he just jealous? Did he want you all to himself? Did he figure out that he didn't want you in that way after he fingered you?

The only thing that seemed to make sense, in addition to your conversation with Sam, was that Dean was telling the truth. It was eating at you as you began to feel slightly disgusted by John's large body on top of yours.

"How are you feeling, baby?" John smiled as he came up for air, pushing the hair out of your face.

"Good," You lied, giving him a small smile.

"Good," John chuckled in return, placing his lips on yours for a slow, lingering kiss.

You found it hard to kiss him back as a million more questions popped into your head.

Was it bad that you wanted to stop? Would you disappoint John? And what would he do in response?

You didn't want to know the answer to any of those questions so you stayed silent as John took his shirt off.

"Get undressed for me, darling," John didn't seem to pick up on your uneasiness.

You hesitated for a moment, watching as John began to take his pants off, but ultimately decided to sit up and take your shirt off.

John looked back at you smirking, and you felt chills run down your spine. You decided to stop undressing as you waited for John to notice how uncomfortable you felt.

"Need help?" John asked, slowly walking toward you.

John yanked your ankles, your back hitting the bed as he slid you toward the end. His hand then traveled up your legs, dipping underneath your skirt to rest on your thighs.

"Daddy?" You asked timidly.

"Yes, baby?" He responded, pulling your panties down your legs before looking back up at you.

You weren't even sure what you were going to say, but you knew that you wanted to stop. You no longer cared if it upset John.

"I don't know if I'm ready," You managed to utter, propping yourself up on your elbows as you held your legs shut.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You know Daddy will take his time with you. I'm always very careful with my little girl." John pushed your skirt up your legs and your hands instinctively pushed the fabric back down. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," You weren't sure what to say.

You didn't want to out Sam or Dean for telling you because you weren't even sure if they were telling the truth, but you didn't know how to tell John that you no longer wanted to have sex with him.

"Don't get cold feet with me now, darling. Daddy really wants to fuck his little girl." John chuckled, palming his erection through his boxers.

You swallowed as John began to push the cotton down his legs, revealing his incredibly large member. You shuddered at the thought of it entering inside of you, even more scared of the fact that there was a possibility that John would be taking advantage of you.

When John's hands began to spread your legs, your body fought with little resistance. He pulled you so that your ass was nearly hanging off the bed and rested his cock over your heat, groaning as he slowly thrust his hips.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy loves you and he wants to take care of you. Can you let Daddy take care of you?" John leaned over you, reaching underneath your body to unclasp your bra.

John pulled the cloth off of your chest with ease, letting out a growl as his large hands palmed at your breasts.

You felt your throat constrict as your tear ducts began to fill, not sure how to tell your father how you were feeling. John didn't seem to notice as he bent over to kiss your lips.

Paralyzed with fear, you couldn't bring yourself to return his kiss and after a few seconds, John pulled back.

"I'm really trying here, sweetheart. I can't make you feel good if you don't want me to, and I know that's not the case." John chuckled awkwardly as he pulled back, his face hovering a few inches above yours.

"Is it wrong?" You choked on a sob as the tears began to stream down your face.

"What?" John reacted instantly, his body tensing as his eyebrows furrowed. "Who told you that this was wrong?"

"Nobody," You said quietly, looking up at him with blurred vision as your tears continued to fall.

"I don't know what you're talking about, baby. This is meant to be. This is why God let me have you." John stroked a few stray hairs out of your face, rutting his hips a bit as his cock slid up and down your slit. "See how good you make Daddy feel? Daddy wants to do the same for you and he doesn't know how much longer he can wait."

You stared at him silently, your lips quivering as you tried to think of what to say. Your body shivered as John began to align himself with your entrance, poking into you ever so slightly.

"Just let me take care of you, baby. Try to enjoy it, okay?" John did his best to be reassuring, but it only made your stomach churn.

Your eyes screwed shut as John began to push himself into you. You instinctively let out a gasp as you grabbed onto his arms, digging your fingernails into his biceps.

Your neck craned back as your body did its best to accommodate your father and John took that as an opportunity to reach down and nip at your neck.

John continued to slowly work himself in, sending vibrations through your throat as he groaned at the feel of you.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," John moaned into your skin, gradually rutting his hips into you.

You squeezed tighter onto John's arms when he finally bottomed in you, your body rejecting the intrusion as your walls clamped around his cock, attempting to force him out.

"You're so fucking tight," John let out an airy laugh, groaning as he pulled his hips back and forth an inch or so.

Tears were steadily streaming down your face, your mind and body in unison and at war against John.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart? Does Daddy's cock feel so good inside of your tight pussy?" John chuckled, bringing his face above yours.

You didn't have the courage to look up at him, instead opting to keep your eyes shut as John began to pull out further before slamming into you.

John didn't seem to mind your lack of words, instead working off of the gasps that fled your throat in reaction to his movements. He snapped his hips faster and faster as your body got used to his size, and before you knew it, he was nearly leaving your pussy entirely before rutting back into you.

You weren't sure why, because the last thing you wanted was your father to be inside of you, but your arms wrapped around John's back, pulling him closer to you.

A part of you wanted for him to finish as quickly as possible and a part of you just wanted to be close to somebody whilst you dealt with your emotions. You hated how good it felt to hold John in your arms as he fucked into you like there was no tomorrow.

Opening your eyes, you grimaced each time John let out a hot, sweaty breath into your ear. Although you hated to admit it, it was beginning to feel good. You had a gut feeling that what was happening was wrong, but after your body adjusted to John, it began to betray the thoughts in your head.

Your pussy clenched around John's cock as you felt that familiar rumble in your core. Your eyes had not yet dried and they weren't showing any signs of doing that anytime soon, but your uncomfortable gasps soon turned into genuine moans of pleasure.

It felt so wrong as your climax approached, but half of you was desperate for a release. Your body instinctively brought your legs up to wrap around John's body.

As John reached a new depth you didn't know existed before, you gasped loudly as your orgasm became imminent.

"That's it, baby. Cum all over Daddy's cock," John cheered you on, reaching underneath your arms and resting your head in his hands.

When John reached down to kiss you this time, you didn't hesitate to kiss back. With all limbs, you held him as close as possible, locking your lips as your walls began to clench erratically.

"Daddy!" You let out a choked moan, terrified tears turning into those of pleasure.

"That's it. Good girl. Cum for your Daddy." John chuckled, opting to kiss your neck as he began to snap his hips faster.

"Mmm," Was all you could manage to utter out as your climax peaked.

You bit down on John's shoulder, digging your fingernails into his back as you started to come undone around your father.

Suddenly, John's hips began to move erratically. As you bit down on his soft skin and your walls contracted on their own accord, he bottomed inside of you one last time.

John's elongated groan in your ear caused your body to shake as you felt his length twitch unpredictably. With your euphoria washing away with each passing second, reality settled heavily in your stomach and you knew that you needed to escape.

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Seven

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

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader + Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: incest, sistercest, angst, fluff, kissing, oral (fem. receiving), talk of manipulation 

W/C: 3.3k+

A/N: Ouch! My heart hurts.

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"Where's Dad?" Was the first thing Dean heard when he woke up alone in his bed. 

Dean squinted his eyes, adjusting to the sunlight that flooded the bedroom, and continued lying there. Dean did his best to mentally prepare himself for the day ahead of him. 

"He left a note: Be back in a few days. Keep your sister safe and keep your brothers out of trouble," Y/N read aloud, sighing and tossing the piece of paper into the trash. 

Sam nodded his head, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat at the table with Y/N. 

"What time did you get home? I can see your under-eye bags," Sam teased and Y/N rolled her eyes, giving him an unappreciative smile. 

"Probably around four. We got food," Y/N shrugged her shoulders, not feeling the need to go into further detail. "You were snoring so loud I had to cover my ears." She poked back and it was Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "And your back was so sweaty you soaked my shirt."

"I think you mean my shirt and also, that bed is only meant for two people," Sam huffed out and she gave him a small smile. "Dude, you slept in so late," Sam commented when he looked over to see Dean sitting against the headboard. 

Dean yawned and rubbed his eyes, his head pounding from the surplus of sleep that he wasn't used to. When he looked at Y/N, she gave him a soft smile. 

"What time is it anyway?" Dean asked in a mumble. 

Dean went to move the comforter off of his legs but stopped himself when he realized that his body had other ideas. Dean shifted uncomfortably, now fully aware that he had awoken half-hard in his boxers- normally something he could satiate, but both Sam and Y/N were already up and at it. 

When Dean's eyes looked back up to see if anyone had noticed, hoping that nobody would, Y/N's eyes shied away and a blush arose on her face. Of course, she'd be the one to observe Dean's situation. 

"It's almost noon," Y/N answered in a soft voice. "Why don't you get us lunch, Sam? I'm hungry." Y/N turned her head to look at Sam, who in return nodded, and then turned back to Dean. 

Y/N gave Dean a wide smile and if Dean were more awake, he would have been able to discern the deviousness behind it.

The second that Sam made his way out of the motel, Dean stood up and began to make his way to the restroom. He hoped to situate himself with a cold shower.

"Where are you going?" Dean heard from behind him. 

"To the bathroom," Dean knew he was being blunt but he was too sleepy to have this conversation with Y/N right then and there.

Before Dean could make it any further, Y/N grabbed his arm. 

Dean sighed to himself, feeling guilty for the way his cock throbbed at her touch. But Dean was determined to set things straight and that meant not giving in to his desires. 

"What?" Dean snapped as he turned around. 

Dean watched as Y/N's eyes grew wide, surely she was shocked by his reaction. Dean took a deep breath, immediately regretting his tone. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Dean frowned, trying his best to un-tense his body.

"It's okay, Dean," Y/N gave him a small smile.

Dean watched Y/N's eyes as they traveled down. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he pressed his hand into his evergrowing boner, trying to conceal its presence.

"Why are you covering yourself?" Y/N asked, looking back up at Dean. 

Dean battled himself internally. Though Y/N's question solidified his belief that she was just too naive to understand, his body wanted nothing more than to pick her up and fuck her until the next morning.

"Uh, I don't know," Dean wasn't sure what to say as his cock throbbed in his boxers. "I just didn't want you or Sammy to see, I guess."

Dean's body tensed harder than ever before as Y/N's eyes flickered up and down. It felt sick, but there was a part of Dean that was insanely turned on by her innocent nature.

"Dean, I can help," Y/N suggested quietly. 

Dean's eyes screwed shut tightly as his body continued to react to his little sister. As he attempted to summon up the courage to reject Y/N's advances, her hand grabbed his wrist, removing his hold on his pulsing member.

"Y/N, I don't think-" Dean began to say but felt his throat constrict as Y/N placed her small hand on his growing cock.

Dean's neck craned as Y/N held him in her hand. He knew that he was near the point of no return and Y/N touching him like that would only lessen his chances of doing the right thing. 

"Why are you so afraid?" Y/N frowned as she searched Dean's eyes. 

Dean stayed silent as he examined Y/N's beauty, trying his best to gain the boldness to stop her from holding him in her hand.

"I don't want to overstep but you haven't stopped me, De. I've wanted you for so long and I just- you only seem to love me enough when you're drunk." Y/N said in a small voice.

It became blatantly obvious to Dean that his little sister wasn't just some sex-crazed girl who did things for her own pleasure. 

Sexual favors were her sense of self-worth, it was how she showed those around her how much she loved them. Maybe she really believed that in order for someone to love her, she had to give them things. 

"Love you enough?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowing as Y/N looked up at him with soft eyes and an innocent gaze. 

It hurt Dean that Y/N could even suggest that he only loved her when he was drunk- that was far from the truth. 

"Sweetheart, I love you more than anything," Dean replied honestly, using his large fingers to lift her chin up and swipe away one of her tears. 

Dean's heart was breaking every second that passed and the last thing he wanted was for Y/N to be hurting. 

"People you love, they're not always going to want to love you in that way." Dean tried to explain, hoping that she would understand. 

More tears streamed down Y/N's face and Dean felt his heart race faster- Fuck.

"You don't want me?" Y/N asked him directly, her eyes becoming glossier and redder. 

Dean hadn't thought through his plan well enough on how to tell her. He didn't know how to explain that everything she was feeling physically was natural and a beautiful thing- or whatever they said in the movies. 

Dean also didn't know how to explain that it wasn't acceptable to feel those things for family, he wasn't even sure Y/N would understand if he did tell her. Especially if Dean didn't stop her before she went any further with him.

Then there came the thought of upsetting her further. Y/N always had a special place in Dean's heart, and it was killing him to see her so sad. 

If she knew that what John had taught her was wrong, immoral even, Dean couldn't even begin to picture how she would feel. There was no one in the world that Y/N trusted more than John and her brothers, and Dean couldn't bear to think about how much it would break her heart if she ever learned that John was manipulating her to his benefit. 

She'd be crushed and Dean didn't want to manage the repercussions that would follow- she'd never trust anyone again, maybe not even Sam. 

She had no sense of people skills and an extremely vague understanding of right and wrong. John had always taught her that family comes first. 

Nobody could ever blame her but Dean wasn't sure that Y/N would ever be able to recover from something as strange as this.

Dean had to make a decision- to tell her or not to tell her, and unfortunately, he had to make that decision within the next few seconds. 

Ultimately, the only thing that mattered was Y/N, and Dean couldn't deny how happy she had been the past few months. Dean also couldn't deny how well his body reacted to her, how much he had thought about her in the past few years, and how much he was aching to kiss her swollen lips. 

The truth was, nobody would get hurt if Y/N never knew how bad it really was.

"I do. I really do, Y/N," Dean admitted, in a quiet voice because he knew there was no going back. 

Dean couldn't tell if he was feeling more guilty or relieved that he could finally let go, and he watched as Y/N stared into his eyes like she was searching for something. 

"I'm just trying to help because I love you," Y/N said, raising her hand and tracing her fingertips over Dean's lower stomach. 

Dean was the most aroused he had ever been in his life, but he wanted to do it right. That started with taking care of Y/N.

A flip had switched in Dean's mind. 

Yes, Dean wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone in his life, and he wondered what her mouth would feel like, but he also wondered how often Sam and John would return favors. 

By the looks of it, Y/N definitely seemed to be a giver- she hadn't come onto Dean in a way where she expected something for herself. Maybe, she didn't prefer it. Maybe, she had yet to experience it for herself. 

If Dean was going to do this, he was going to make Y/N feel like she had wanted him to feel. He wanted to spoil Y/N like the princess she was and he wasn't going to settle for anything less, she needed to be loved too.

"Relax, sweetheart," Dean told her, gently grabbing her wrist and placing it at her side. 

Concern flooded her eyes and she looked damn near ready to cry again. Before she could, Dean let go of her wrist and held her flushed cheek in his palm, rubbing his thumb over her plump bottom lip. 

He took a second to admire her face, watching and feeling how she leaned into his hand as if she gained some sort of comfort, and spent an extra few seconds looking at her rosy lips. 

Dean felt like he was in high school again when he looked at her. He felt the butterflies in his stomach. It felt like Dean had been crushing on the hottest girl in the school for an eternity and that this was finally his opportunity to kiss her properly. 

All of Dean's negative thoughts about everything seemed to wash away. Y/N wanted him and he wanted her, nothing could take this away from them. 

Y/N sat there looking pretty as Dean's face lowered onto hers, his lips stopping half an inch away from hers. He felt her breath against his skin. 

When Y/N tilted her head upwards, Dean expected her to be rough and needy, maybe she'd bite or her teeth would accidentally scrape against his- but exactly the opposite happened. 

Y/N was gentle and her lips were softer than Dean imagined and when she began to slowly kiss him, Dean felt no hesitation to kiss her back. It was like she was in sync with what Dean was thinking, maybe she wanted to take it slow and savor it too. 

Dean found himself becoming the needy one as their lips perfectly overlapped each other and he began to pick up the pace. 

Dean felt Y/N relax into him as she brought her hands up and placed them softly on Dean's hips, rubbing small circles with her index fingers. He loved how perfect and natural it felt to kiss her, how she instantly knew just what he needed, and how good it felt after dreaming about it for so long. 

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Dean was more nervous than he had ever been with a girl. He felt the need to have sex like he was still a virgin. Dean didn't know if he had ever really loved any girl that he had been with, and if he did, it didn't last long and it sure as hell wasn't as strong as the love he felt for Y/N.

Dean was also very aware that this wasn't something that he could ever come back from. Especially if John ever found out. 

Dean could never leave the family business and he definitely couldn't leave Sam or Y/N, but he knew that if it continued after this, he wouldn't hesitate to call Y/N next time he ended up drunk and alone. 

Dean justified this in his mind. He loved Y/N, more than any girl in the world, all he wanted was to care for her- and she was willing, even if she didn't know it wasn't socially acceptable. 

Dean tried his best not to think about that. The selfish part of him wanted to get a piece of the pie before he spoiled the game, and he wanted to pleasure her so much that she would never want to stop no matter what. 

Y/N laid across the bed, her ass barely on the mattress, and Dean began to kneel down on the floor. He remembered how much he had wanted to eat her out at that very first party, and licked his lips before wrapping his hands around her thighs and pulling her to the very edge of the bed. 

Dean pushed Y/N's legs back so that her knees hit the comforter, allowing him full access to her already dripping heat. 

It didn't take long for Dean to delve into her heat, eager to suck everything he could out of her. Dean felt his heart race, knowing how wrong it was but as soon as he tasted her, he knew he wanted to taste her every day for the rest of his life. 

The combination of Y/N's hands running through his hair and the way it felt to dig his fingernails into her soft skin was nearly lethal. Dean took turns alternating between suckling and licking strips up her slit, making sure to pay close attention to her bundle of nerves. 

Y/N's moans got louder and louder with each different motion of Dean's eager tongue, tugging on his hair and pulling him impossibly closer to her core. 

By the time Y/N's legs were shaking underneath Dean's grip, he had let go of his hold on her and brought a finger up to her dripping hole. 

Dean was surprised by how tightly his finger fit inside of Y/N, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind as her moans got louder. He loved the way she sounded under his influence and felt his erection growing more painful as he continued to be untouched, but that was the least of his worries. 

Dean just wanted to make Y/N feel good. He needed her to cum for him. 

Curling his finger upward, working in and out of her tight hole, Y/N arched her back with each swift movement. When Dean felt confident enough, Dean began working in another one of his fingers, loving the way that she gasped aloud and her breaths got heavier. 

"Fuck, De, don't stop," Y/N practically begged and Dean began to make his movements faster, waiting patiently for her climax to hit. 

When Y/N went silent for a few seconds and rolled her eyes to the back of her head, Dean began to suck on her sweet spot again. Dean knew she finally had her release when he tasted her sweetness on his tongue. 

Dean rose from his knees, seeing the tired smile displayed across her cheeks, then hovered over her and began kissing her again. 

It was slower this time, less eager, and Dean could feel as she tried to catch her breath. Y/N smiled into the kiss, causing Dean to smile, and he lifted his face just an inch above hers. 

"What about you, Dean?" Y/N asked, and Dean looked down, remembering that his situation wasn't exactly fixed. "I can help, you know."

"Sammy will be back any minute," Dean sighed, not even knowing how long Sam had been gone at this point. "Maybe next time we'll do something that involves both of us," Dean smirked and she giggled. 

"Like sixty-nining?" Y/N questioned and Dean nodded his head, liking the sound of that, but that wasn't exactly his idea. 

"That sounds good too, and we can take our time, but I want to feel you wrapped around me," Dean kissed her but suddenly stopped as Y/N stopped smiling and stared up at him with wide eyes. 

"I've never done that before," Y/N seemed embarrassed and looked towards the headboard. 

Dean lifted himself a little higher, his arms fully extended now, and gave her a puzzled look. 

"What?" Dean asked, confused and more aware that he was hovering above his actual sister. "I thought- with Dad and... so you and Dad never?"

"No," Y/N seemed scared to admit it, almost as if she were ashamed to confess that she was still a virgin. "Daddy says I'm not ready yet." 

"Oh my God," Dean couldn't even put his guilt and shame into words as he felt his erection rapidly fade away. 

"What's wrong?" Y/N sat up as Dean pulled his jeans on. She seemed to be confused by Dean's sudden need to rush.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. We should have never done this," Dean replied hastily, needing to be as far away as possible from everyone at the moment. 

"What? Why?" Y/N questioned and Dean wanted so badly to give her the answer, but he felt so ashamed of himself that he didn't think he could do it the proper way. 

"I shouldn't have touched you. I shouldn't have let you touch me. What we just did can never happen again." Dean avoided eye contact with her, fuming within his own head. 

"Dean, you can tell me what's on your mind," Y/N came up to him, sweetly touching his arm. 

Dean shoved her arm away, grimacing when he noticed she was still naked. It his own sister that was naked in front of him and he had just gone down on her.

"I can't do this right now. I can't be around you, move out of my way," Dean snapped at her, not thinking about how instantly Y/N's tears would fall from her face. 

Dean couldn't think about it, because he was the problem. 

Dean pulled his shirt on, and grabbed his shoes, working at a fast pace to put both of them on. 

"We shouldn't have done that."

"Why, Dean? Because it's wrong?" Y/N sniffled through her tears, speaking softly like she didn't want to scare Dean away. 

"Yes, Y/N. What we just did was wrong, how do you not know that?!" Dean raised his voice at her as he finally had the guts to look into her eyes. 

Dean knew he was being erratic and that he was hurting her, but this was better for the both of them. 

"What you're doing with Dad, what you're doing with Sammy, what you just did with me- it's all wrong. No family should ever do things like that together."

"I don't understand," Y/N said quietly, looking down as she reached for Sam's shirt and pulled it over her head. 

"Maybe you never will, but we will never do anything like that ever again," Dean grabbed his wallet and began making his way toward the motel door. 

"Where are you going?" Y/N asked, still crying softly to herself. 

Dean didn't turn around or respond before he stormed out of the room, heading as far away as possible.

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Six

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

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: incest, sistercest, angst, fluff, kissing, oral (fem. receiving), talk of manipulation

W/C: 2.8k+

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Dean's POV

By the time John and Y/N got home, Sam and Dean had both crawled up into bed.

Dean was psyching himself out, worrying himself sick about her safety, and Sam was fast asleep. It was normal for the boys to share a bed because Y/N and John always had their own, but it wasn't exactly sitting right with Dean anymore.

Dean contemplated sleeping on the other one but he was scared that Y/N would choose to sleep with Sam instead of him. That meant that Dean would have to share a bed with his father.

Dean was far too angry with John, there was no way in hell he'd share a bed with the man.

It wasn't like Dean was going to confront John- he was going to explain to Y/N what was normal and what was not. After that, Dean was going to let her make her own decision.

Dean feared that Y/N had already gone too far down the rabbit hole. Maybe Dean would tell her, Y/N wouldn't care, and then she'd just continue on like everything was fine. He couldn't outright tell her that she was being manipulated- abused even- because he was definitely a part of the problem.

Dean felt better at least knowing that Sam understood the situation at hand, but Dean knew there would be no getting through to John.

John didn't care- and if he did, he had a funny way of showing it.

Dean remembered kissing her earlier that night, how her eyes widened when he suggested that their escapade was wrong- he knew at that moment the damage that had been done. Suddenly, and especially after getting caught by Sam, Dean began to feel guilty.

Sam too had forgotten that Y/N didn't exactly get the normal experience growing up, always thinking it was a little weird that John had pulled her out of school. But now they both understood it perfectly.

It wasn't because Y/N was too smart, although Dean knew that school would only supply her with knowledge she already knew, it was because of the social aspect.

Y/N never got to learn about sex and consent the inappropriate school way- usuallyby a kid that has seen too much- and she never learned the boundaries of whom you should consent to.

John wanted her to stay innocent, he knew that Y/N would never dare to challenge him.

When Y/N and John walked through the doors around 4 a.m., Y/N headed straight to the restroom after she grabbed the clothes that she planned to wear to bed.

Dean could practically smell the alcohol radiating off of John as he flopped onto the vacant bed and before Y/N had even made it out of the bathroom, John was fast asleep. Y/N came out rubbing her eyes whilst yawning and Dean felt a bit sick for admiring how perfect she looked.

Y/N was wearing Sam's blue v-neck and even with the dim lighting from the restroom, Dean could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Dean pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. However, he found it extremely hard because she also wasn't wearing any shorts. Sam's shirt barely covered her.

Dean pretended to be asleep as Y/N stumbled through the dark. He expected her to crawl into bed with John but Dean felt the end of the bed dip as Y/N climbed on.

"Scoot over, De," Y/N said to Dean in a soft voice and Dean complied.

Y/N didn't bother to ask Sam because he was fast asleep but something told Dean that she knew he was awake. Maybe he stared for too long.

Dean moved about a foot over, to where his hips were practically hanging over the side, and Sam didn't budge as he laid with his side pressed against the wall. Dean watched as Y/N pressed a quick kiss onto Sam's forehead before turning toward Dean and lying down.

"Watcha doing?" Dean asked groggily, trying his best to somehow make the queen bed big enough for three.

"Sam and Dad are asleep and I wanted to cuddle," Y/N gave him a small smile before yawning and shrugging her shoulders.

Her minty breath was a nice refresher and Dean opened his arms as she began to lean into his body. Dean wrapped his arms around her, easily encasing and comforting her, and she nuzzled her head in the crook between Dean's cheek and his shoulder, her forehead resting in his neck.

"You okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, trailing his fingertips lightly over her back.

Y/N didn't answer verbally, opting to nod her head instead. She wrapped her right arm over Dean's waist, bringing their bodies impossibly closer.

For the first time that night, Dean finally felt secure enough to sleep. He knew that Y/N was safe and seemingly unharmed, bringing him the most peace he had felt all night.

Dean could barely keep his body from falling off the bed, but having Y/N in his arms made him drift off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

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Your POV

There was just something about Dean in the morning that made your core weak. There was the deep groggy voice, the way his scent lingered on the sheets, and this morning in particular, it was the way Dean held you. 

Under different circumstances, you would have been on the opposite bed or at least the opposite side, but layered in between your two big brothers was something you hardly got to experience. 

With Dean's big arms wrapped around you, his hand on your stomach, and your head resting on his bicep, you woke up with your ass pressed against Dean's very obvious hard-on. Every time you pushed back just a little, you'd hear the small gasps leave his mouth, and you set out on a mission.

As much as your plan relied heavily on Dean's pleasure, you'd be the real breadwinner here. You had always wondered about Dean. You wondered if he even saw you in that way, but when he kissed you against the wall it confirmed all of your suspicions. 

Now you were curious about other things. Would he be the dominant type, boss you around and tell you what to do, or would he be like Sam? Would he prefer to get off on stories of you and John or would he prefer to create his own?

You wondered if he'd be as long as Sam, if you'd be able to fit all of him down your throat, the thought almost made you groan in anticipation. You could only assume that Dean was good in bed. You knew there was a reason girls were always upset when he didn't call back, he had to be at least decent.

"What time is it anyway?" Dean asked and you watched as he removed the covers. 

Dean's hand immediately went down to his tented boxers and your eyes were instantly drawn to the sight, but then Dean pulled the blanket back over his body. You frowned to yourself slightly. 

When Dean looked back up at you, his eyes were wide, and you looked away, trying not to get too excited. It had been a good thirty minutes since you had woken up and to see Dean still half-hard lying in bed was a treat.

"It's almost noon," You answered, looking back into Dean's softened eyes. 

Then, you thought of a plan to get what you wanted. 

"Why don't you get us lunch, Sam? I'm hungry." You pouted at Sam and he nodded his head. 

You couldn't stop the smile on your face if you wanted to. When you turned back to Dean, he seemed to be a little too sleepy to understand what you were doing.

Sam took less than three minutes to get out the door, grabbing the keys to the Impala, and you followed him to the door to ensure that it was locked. When you looked back at Dean, he had gotten up and his back was faced toward you. 

You frowned lightly as you watched Dean make his way to the restroom and almost hesitated before stopping him.

"Where are you going?" You asked him, fully aware of his situation. 

Why did he want to do it alone? Did he not think that you wanted to help him?

"To the bathroom," Dean answered bluntly, continuing on his track. 

Your feet took action before you could even begin to think of what to do and your hand reached up to grab his forearm lightly. 

"What?" Dean answered in a harsh tone and you pulled your hand back immediately, not used to that kind of tone directed toward you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." His facial features softened when he finally turned around.

"It's okay, Dean," You answered honestly, quickly recovering and blaming it on that he had just woken up. 

Your eyes peered down to see his hand covering his length that was bound to prod out of his boxers if he made a wrong move. You looked back up into his eyes. 

"Why are you covering yourself?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

You could have sworn that you saw Dean's pupils get darker.

"Uh, I don't know," Dean stammered, seemingly taken aback. "I just didn't want you or Sammy to see, I guess." He answered fully, tensing up.

"Why not? Don't you want help?" You pried again, brows furrowing. 

Why did he seem so scared of something that was only natural? When his mouth opened and closed, no words coming out, you took a step forward. 

"Dean, I can help." You told him in almost a whisper. 

Your hand reached down and grabbed his wrist lightly, feeling little resistance as you placed his arm at his side.

"Y/N, I don't think-" Dean began to say, but it was like something had caught in his throat when your fingers traced lightly over the simple cloth. 

It was almost instinctively, like a decision that your mind didn't make, and feeling him- even if it was only your fingers- made the need for Dean that much stronger.

Your eyes shot down, admiring how small and insignificant your digits looked next to his erection that only seemed to grow. It made your stomach drop but in an exciting way. You had waited so long for this, so long to feel him in your hand, to be with him like this. It wasn't surprising that your hand had a mind of its own.

You watched as the fingers you had on him turned into your palm, and then you felt how heavy he weighed in your grasp. His was the heaviest you had felt before and that was saying a lot because you knew how big Sam and John were. It was good to know that it ran in the family.

"Why are you so afraid?" You asked, finally breaking your gaze away. 

Your eyes met Dean's and he did not answer, so you continued on. 

"I don't want to overstep but you haven't stopped me, De. I've wanted you for so long and I just- you only seem to love me enough when you're drunk." You admitted shyly, your eyes looking back down again.

"Love you enough?" Dean asked you in a small voice, using his large fingers to lift your chin up.

You didn't understand why Dean was so resistant, why he acted like he didn't want you when he clearly did. You remembered that first night, your first party, watching the hunger in his eyes as your skirt came off- he was drunk. You remembered just last night, another party, a party where Dean kissed you- he was drunk then too. 

But maybe Dean was just like John. Your father was never truly sober but he never stopped loving you the same when he was under the influence. That's all you wanted from Dean.

"Sweetheart, I love you more than anything," Dean snapped you out of your own mind, wiping a tear that had escaped from your eye. "People you love, they're not always going to want to love you in that way," Dean explained and it only continued to make more tears fall. 

Although Dean was still being sweet and sincere it felt like a dagger to the heart.

"You don't want me?" You asked quietly, searching in his eyes for a real answer rather than some riddle he was bound to tell you.

"I do. I really do, Y/N," Dean replied honestly after a few extremely tense seconds, being a little quieter himself. 

It wasn't enough for you though. You wanted him to do something, anything. Now was a better time than ever to kiss and make up. Your eyes stared into his green ones as he held your cheek, but he didn't move.

"I'm just trying to help because I love you," You told him, your hand tracing over his soft stomach. 

You felt Dean's body relax slightly and heard his breath shudder. Then came your next move. Dean wasn't stopping you and lord knew you weren't going to stop yourself.

•••

When your fingers began making their way to hook Dean's elastic waistband, he pulled back from the kiss and you couldn't fight the frown that was forming on your face. 

You didn't know if you expected Dean to grab a fistful of your hair and push you down like your father would have or if Dean was going to change his mind and leave you all pent up. Unable to judge by the look on his face, your stomach churned in anticipation. Dean gave you a soft smile.

"Let's take care of you first, princess," Dean said, closing the gap and pressing his lips on yours before you could question what he had meant.

Dean's touch became rougher, gripping at the bottom of your shirt and swiftly pulling it over your head. Then his eyes had adverted downward, staring at your breasts for a few seconds before cupping them in his hands.

Your skin became prickled with goosebumps, although the heat from his palms was slowly sinking through your pores. You felt your nipples harden against his calloused skin. It was a few seconds of small, soft, and tender squeezes, a few almost inaudible gasps and groans, and lots of silence before Dean finally looked up at you.

"I've been wanting this for a long time," Dean admitted when his eyes met yours and you felt your cheeks heat up at the confession.

"Me too," You said shyly, watching as his breaths became slow and steady. "I think about you a lot. Only kissed that girl because I was jealous." You confessed and Dean gave you a soft smile before looking down.

Dean's fingertips slid from your breasts, down your stomach, and to the waistband of your favorite pair of shorts. Dean softly pushed your shorts down and before they've even hit the ground, he pulled you in for another kiss. 

Dean's hands rested heavily on your ass, squeezing and pulling you in so tightly that you could feel his erection throbbing against you. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as he picked you up off of the ground. With the new position, you were able to lightly grind against Dean before he gently placed you down on the unmade bed.

Dean towered over you for a few seconds in between your legs but before you could begin to feel self-conscious, he lowered his body over yours and began to nip at your neck. Dean wasn't nearly as needy as he was the night before, but you didn't mind. Your core began to pulse on its own.

He left a wet trail down your neck, on your collarbones, and then made his way to the valley in between your breasts before cupping them in his large hands. He spent time nipping and sucking at your right nipple before moving to the next and then began to trail his lips down your abdomen.

Time felt slow and all you could hear were his kisses and your shallow breathing. You knew exactly where his mouth was heading and you spread your legs as he placed his palms on top of either one. Dean kissed around your thighs, sloppy and wet, making sure to leave you gasping with his endless teasing.

You had dreamed about this day since you became interested in anything sexual because Dean had always been a soft spot for you. It was different than John and Sam because although they both held a special place in your heart, neither of them could even begin to fill Dean's shoes. 

Although John had warned you that you shouldn't be doing this with your brothers, you never understood it. You loved Dean to the point where it hurt when you weren't near him. Why wouldn't you want to take your relationship to the next level? 

Maybe John would be jealous, but surely John knew that you loved him more than any man in the world. 

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Last Resort (Demon!Dean x Reader)

Summary: Sam's long-term girlfriend makes a deal with Dean.

Pairing(s): Demon!Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (mentioned)

Warning(s): dubcon, semi-cheating (sort of), manipulation, blackmail, talks of torture, p in v, creampie, slight praise kink

W/C: 4.5k+

A/N: For once, a fanfiction actually turned out as I intended it to! Most of the time I lose myself halfway and start going in the opposite direction 😅

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"Dean," Y/N's eyes are wide when Dean finally opens the door. 

"Y/N," Dean seems presently surprised. "Something real bad must be happening for you to be standing there."

"Yeah," Y/N sighs. "It's Sam. I think he's in trouble. He hasn't been home in a few days and I know he was on a witch hunt. I don't know who else to turn to."

"And you expect me to help you find him?" Dean raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. 

"Yeah, actually I do. Mostly I was expecting you to want to find your brother but... I know the circumstances have changed." Y/N frowns. 

"What circumstances?" Dean teases, his eyes flashing black. 

Ever since Dean has been a demon, Y/N has avoided the older Winchester at all costs. This is the first Dean has heard from her in months. 

"Exactly," Y/N huffs, also crossing her arms. "Look. You don't have to care about finding him or keeping him safe, but I do and I need your help."

"What's in it for me?" Dean scoffs, causing Y/N to roll her eyes in return. 

"I don't know, Dean," Y/N glares back. "What could you possibly want?"

"I can think of a few things," Dean smirks, looking the woman up and down. 

"You're disgusting. I hope you know that." Y/N rejects Dean's advances, growing more impatient by the second. 

"You're not helping your case," Dean tuts, clicking his tongue. 

"What'd you expect, Dean? It's like I don't even know you anymore." She retorts. "Sam is in trouble. I guess I thought it'd bring the humanity out of you."

"What humanity?" Dean counteracts. "Unless there's something in it for me, I'm not doing shit."

"Seriously, what could you possibly want that you don't already have?" Y/N seems to be getting antsier as she stands in front of Dean. "Please, Dean. You know I wouldn't be here unless it was necessary." 

"Hm," Dean considers for a moment, squinting his eyes as he stares whilst pursing his lips. "Why don't you come in and tell me what happened."

"Thank you," Y/N sighs in relief as Dean moves his body so that she is able to walk in. 

•••

It's clear to Dean that Y/N is a complete wreck. The kitchen table is littered with dirty, tear-stained tissues. But Dean is doing his best to mitigate her emotions and remind her that Sam is probably just fine. He is trying even harder not to be annoyed by her incessant tears. 

The only reason Y/N isn't crying over Sam right now is because she had fallen asleep at the table. Dean, on his laptop researching the witch, looks over at Y/N and sighs. 

"Y/N," Dean nudges the sleeping girl's shoulder, causing her to stir awake. "Go get some rest. There's a couch and some blankets over there."

"Have you found anything?" Y/N asks groggily, rubbing her eyes. 

"I have an idea of where he could be but nothing concrete yet," Dean reveals and Y/N's eyes widen. 

"Then, let's go," Y/N sits up straight, stretching her arms. 

"Oh, no," Dean chuckles at Y/N's readiness to leave. "We'll go in the morning after you've properly rested."

"What? Why?" Y/N furrows her brows, frowning. 

"Because you're clearly exhausted," Dean scoffs, thinking it was unnecessary to explain. 

"Yeah, but you're not," Y/N tries to reason. "You could drive. It's not like you need to sleep or anything."

"I was going to drive regardless, sweetheart. I just don't feel like going right now," Dean shrugs, making Y/N's jaw clench. 

"Fine," Y/N announces, standing up from the table in a swift motion. "I'll go by myself. Where is he?"

"Why should I tell you?" Dean grins, closing his laptop. 

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Y/N seems confused, crossing her arms as she stands opposite of Dean. 

"Because there's nothing in it for me," Dean explains with a smirk. "I told you, I'm not doing shit until I get a proper bargain."

Y/N sighs. She stares at Dean, arms crossed and foot tapping. Dean continues to smirk, watching the way Y/N tries to calculate what Dean might find valuable. 

"I promise, whatever you think of won't be enough," Dean stops her from thinking too much about it. He knows that there's only one thing that could possibly convince him. 

"Help me out, Dean. Why'd you let me in if you didn't plan on helping?" Y/N is growing visibly frustrated with the older Winchester. 

"I already told you what I want," Dean sits back, watching for her reaction. 

At first, Y/N doesn't seem to realize what Dean is suggesting. Dean watches as Y/N's eyebrows furrow and her chest rises and flattens. It's evident to Dean when Y/N figures out, but she tries her best to play it off. 

"What was it?" Y/N does her best to keep her eyes from widening, but Dean can see right through her. 

"Don't play dumb, sweetheart," Dean smirks and Y/N bites her lip before looking away. 

"I can't believe you," Y/N says in a whisper as she stares into the living room. "I knew I shouldn't have come here."

Y/N quickly pivots on her heel. She hurries across the room and into the living room, grabbing her bag as she makes her way toward the exit. 

Dean, being much faster, manages to get in front of her. He places both hands on either of Y/N's arms to stop her from moving any further. 

"Don't you want my help?" Dean looks down at her, cocking his head to the side as he fake-pouts a lip. 

"Let go of me," Y/N spits as she clenches her jaw, her angry eyes staring up at Dean. Dean lets go of her arms, resting his own at his side. "I'll find him myself."

"How?" Dean questions, knowing that Y/N won't get very far without him. "Thought I was last resort?"

"I'll figure it out," Y/N huffs as she tries to get around Dean. He blocks her from progressing. "Move."

"No, I don't think I will," Dean continues to block her advances. "I'm not sending you on a death mission. You don't know the first thing about the witches Sam got himself involved with."

"Witches?" Y/N asks softly, looking as though she has received the worst news of her life. 

"Yeah. Witches, plural. You're going to get yourself killed if you go alone." Dean informs her. He can see how the hope leaves Y/N's eyes with each passing second. "I can help you. For a price."

"Unless the price is my gratitude, I think I'll skip," Y/N rolls her eyes before sighing and looking up at Dean. "Sammy needs our help, Dean. Can't you see that? He's going to die if we don't save him and I'm not sure how much time we have left."

Suddenly, Y/N's phone rings and she is quick to pull it out of her pocket. She looks down at the bright screen. 

"It's an unknown number." Y/N lets out before accepting the call. "Sammy? Is that you? Are you okay?"

Dean can't help but let out a small laugh when he hears Sam grunt over the phone. Y/N's eyes are wide and tear-filled as they both listen to the sounds of Sam in pain. 

"Sammy, please say something!" Y/N begs, tears falling at a rapid pace down her cheeks. 

"He can't hear you, love," A woman's voice can be heard on the other line. "Raya, do it again."

Y/N shrieks as Sam screams out in pain, her hands trembling as she grips the phone tighter. 

"Stop!" Y/N yells into the phone. "What do you want with him?! Who are you?!"

"To make him suffer. He's trying to ruin my life. Didn't get very far though." The woman chuckles. "You know, when I dug into that little mind of Sam's earlier, I only found thoughts of you, Y/N."

"That's sweet," Dean chuckles, causing Y/N to glare at him through her tears. 

"Is that the other Winchester I hear?" The witch, presumably, asks. 

"No!" Sam's voice can be heard as a reaction to the witch's statement. 

"That was the one thing our sweet Sam was afraid of. He didn't want his little girlfriend to be involved with anything demon-related, especially not his big brother." She lets out a deep, sinister laugh. "Put me on the phone with Dean."

Y/N grunts in frustration, quickly handing the phone to Dean. Dean brings the device up to his ear, a wide smile spread across his face. 

"If it isn't my favorite sisters," Dean looks at Y/N, gauging her reaction. "How the hell are you, Rhi?"

"You know her? Why didn't you tell me?!" Y/N whisper-shouts at Dean who brings a finger up, signaling her to be quiet. 

"Your brother has caused quite the scene. Almost got us figured out by our townfolk. You know I'd do anything to keep this 'witch' thing a secret." Rhi speaks to Dean before sighing. "But. I still owe you for that time in New York. Only reason I haven't killed him yet."

"Oh, I don't care if you kill him," Dean scoffs. Y/N begins to reach for her phone only to be pushed back by Dean. 

"Is that so?" Rhi asks and Dean hums his approval.

"Dean, please!" Y/N cries out in frustration before giving up on getting her phone back. 

"But," Dean starts. "If he's been too much trouble for you, I can take him off your hands. I'm sure Y/N would appreciate that."

"Thank you," Y/N mouths, her body relaxing a bit. 

"By all means. We'll try not to have too much fun with him before you guys get here." Rhi laughs cockily before hanging the phone up. 

Dean hands the phone back to Y/N. Y/N runs a hand through her hair, letting out a sigh of relief. 

"Alright, let's go," Y/N begins to try to move past Dean. 

"That's now how this works, sweetheart," Dean chuckles, grabbing her arms and pushing her back. "You get something and I get something in return. It's a fair exchange."

"Seriously, Dean?!" Y/N utters out, attempting to move past the demon again. "I don't have time for this. We need to help Sam."

"Sam is fine... for now," Dean, still holding onto her arms, continues to hold her in place. "But he won't be unless I get what I want."

"Let go of me," Y/N grits through her teeth. "Dean, I'm serious. Let's go!"

"Fulfill your end of the bargain and we'll be on the road. I've got the rest of eternity, but I know how impatient you can be."

"Dean," Y/N stops moving, glaring up into Dean's eyes. "What exactly are you asking me to do right now?"

"Well, for a woman like you, I would have liked to take you to dinner first. However, with Sam being in trouble and all, we can just skip to the good part if you want." Dean smirks, listening to the way Y/N's heart rate keeps climbing. 

"No way. I'm not doing that," Y/N shakes her head, swallowing the lump in her throat. "You are so fucking sick."

"I'd be a lot nicer to me if I were you," Dean grips Y/N's arms tighter as a warning. Y/N winces, trying to escape his hold. "At the end of the day, I'm not asking for a lot. It is preferable if you at least pretend to enjoy it. I don't mind forcing it out of you, but that's ultimately your choice."

"Sam's going to kill you," Y/N mutters under her breath. 

"And I'll kill you if he tries anything. Funny how that works, isn't it?" Dean raises an eyebrow with a small grin. "It really is up to you. I don't care if Sam lives or dies, I just want the prize."

"And if I do this?" Y/N thinks aloud, her body extremely tense in Dean's grip. "You'll save Sam? And you swear it on your life?"

"Of course. I'm a man of my word, always have been," Dean nods his agreement, rubbing Y/N's arms with his thumbs. "Plus, I want to see Sammy's reaction when he finds out I've taken advantage of his most prized possession."

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N asks quietly, tears filling her eyes once again. 

"The human part of me would never admit it, but I've always been a bit jealous that Sam got to you first. I didn't think I would care after I turned but... here we are. Guess you found the humanity in me after all." Dean chuckles as Y/N looks away, reaching up to wipe her tears.

"I can't believe you," Y/N sniffles, looking back up at Dean. "It would kill Sam."

"And I don't really care," Dean shrugs. "At least this way he won't be killed by witches. Instead, he'll be killed by the betrayal of the two people he loves most."

"Sam will never forgive you," Y/N threatens and Dean shakes his head in return, laughing at her warning. 

"No, Sam will never forgive you, princess," Dean finally lets his hold on Y/N go, decently certain that she won't try to escape again. "Or maybe he will. Maybe he'll forgive both of us. We are saving his life after all."

"He'll know that it didn't have to be this way," Y/N's jaw clenches as she reaches up to rub where Dean's hands once were. 

"I feel like you're stalling. I can sense that you're going to give in eventually. Why do you keep putting it off?" Dean takes a step towards Y/N and is surprised when she stands in place. "It'll feel good if you let it."

Y/N stays silent as Dean reaches up to brush her hair behind her ear. She shivers at his touch, screwing her eyes shut as Dean takes another step closer, their bodies now nearly touching. 

"Wait," Y/N opens her eyes again, gently pushing Dean's hand away. "If I... enjoy this..."

"Hm?" Dean questions, curious as to where she's going with it. 

"Will it be over faster?" Y/N finally gets out, crossing her arms with determination as she stares into Dean's eyes. 

"Depends. I guess you'll have to figure that out yourself," Dean smirks, giving Y/N all the confirmation she needed. 

To Dean's surprise, Y/N reaches up and grabs Dean by the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep and passionate kiss. Dean's eyes widen at her boldness, smirking into the kiss before shutting his eyes. 

Dean's hands snake their way around Y/N's tense waist, pulling her into his body. One of Y/N's hands stays on the back of Dean's neck whilst the other rests in his hair, making it so that their faces are pressed tightly against one another.

Dean can feel the excitement growing in his boxers as he pushes his hips into her body. He lets out a groan as some of the pressure from her stomach pressed against his groin is relieved. 

Y/N still seems incredibly determined as she attacks his lips with hers, biting lightly into Dean's bottom lip every few seconds. Dean's lips chase hers as she pulls back. 

"Where do you want it?" Y/N asks through pants as she tries to catch her breath. "We can do it right here. I don't care."

"So eager," Dean hums with a smile as he looks down at Y/N, continuing to pull her against his body to create some friction. "Ladies choice."

"Let's go to your room," Y/N nods without wasting time, grabbing Dean's hand. Dean lets Y/N drag him up the stairs, admiring her determination. 

Y/N, still holding onto Dean's hand as they enter the bedroom, heads straight toward the bed. When she turns around to face Dean, he reaches down to kiss her. 

Dean places his hands comfortably on Y/N's hips and begins to attack her lips once again. There is no trace of hesitance as Y/N begins kissing back, and Dean feels chills run down his spine as she places her hands on his sides. 

Dean surprised yet again, is turned around by Y/N and pushed until his back lands against the soft mattress. Y/N takes no time climbing on top of Dean, kissing him feverishly as her committed hands begin to undo the buttons on his flannel. 

As Y/N begins to grind her hips atop Dean's, he reaches his hands around to grab her ass, pushing her core harder into his. Y/N groans into the kiss with the new pressure, taking a brief pause from working on Dean's buttons. 

Dean kneads and squeezes Y/N's ass as she pulls herself from the kiss. Y/N shifts her weight so that it is solely on Dean's groin before reaching down to pull her shirt off. It isn't very much longer until Y/N's bra is tossed on the floor. Dean watches intently as Y/N's perfect breasts are revealed to him. 

Y/N doesn't look Dean in the eyes as she looks down, pushing her hands into his flannel so that it comes off easier. Dean sits up slightly, allowing Y/N to continue to undress him, and reaches up to play with her breasts. 

Dean groans, throwing his head back as Y/N begins to work on getting his jeans' button undone. Though when he was a human he tried to repress fantasies of Y/N, he never expected her to be like this in bed. 

Sure, Y/N was headstrong and determined when she wanted to be, but at the end of the day, she was the sweetest thing Dean had ever met. He kind of figured that she'd be sweet in bed too. Not that he was complaining about Y/N taking charge. 

Once Y/N unzips Dean's jeans, she continues to waste no time. She climbs off of Dean, standing before him as she undoes her own jeans' button. Dean sits up to watch Y/N undress herself.

Y/N hooks her thumbs into both layers of clothing, pushing her underwear down her legs along with her jeans. Hastily, she steps out of the blue pile and Dean nearly salivates at the sight of her fully naked form. 

Y/N climbs back onto Dean, straddling him once again before dipping her head down to lock lips. Dean reaches around, grabbing her ass again as he dips into her core with a finger. He lets out a guttural groan into her mouth when he makes contact with a very warm and wet center. 

Dean squeezes her tighter, moaning as he starts to feel impossibly confined in his clothing. Y/N seems to get the hint as she reaches between their bodies, dipping her hand into his boxers. Dean smirks when Y/N lets out a gasp as she grabs onto his member. 

"Think you can handle it?" Dean smirks in between kisses. 

"I don't have a choice," Y/N grits out, glaring as she pulls back. 

Y/N works Dean in her hand, alternating between pumping and squeezing for a few moments. When Y/N removes her hand momentarily, Dean takes his opportunity to reverse the roles. 

Y/N lets out a small shriek when she lands on her back and Dean quickly rids himself from any clothes. She turns her head away when Dean climbs back on top of her. 

Dean doesn't mind as he reaches down to kiss her neck. Y/N moans as Dean leaves his mark, sucking and then biting at the thin skin. Though he is unable to tell if Y/N is moaning out of discomfort or pleasure, it only makes Dean's cock throb. 

Dean's member brushes past Y/N's warm, welcoming center, causing Dean to groan into her neck. He paws at her breasts, resting his weight on his elbows as he brings his face down. Y/N squirms as Dean places his wet lips onto one of her nipples.

While he pays attention to one breast at a time, relishing in the way Y/N's body is moving involuntarily, he reaches down and grabs himself in his hand. He pulls his face away from her breasts and straightens his other arm so that he can see where he's going. 

"Gonna need you to look at me for this one, sweetheart," Dean reaches down briefly to whisper in Y/N's ear. 

Y/N lets out a sigh as she continues to stare off into the distance. Dean waits for her to follow his demands by running his thick tip through her slippery slit. 

"I can wait," Dean looks back up to see Y/N still looking to the side. "I can keep myself hard for however long it takes you to finally look, so don't try to wait me out, sweetheart."

Y/N, hesitant for the first time, turns her head so that she is looking up into Dean's eyes. Dean can see the tears building and admires how gorgeous she looks underneath him and completely vulnerable to his use. 

"Missionary gets a bad rap, you know?" Dean chuckles, looking down at her miserable face. "Nothing hotter than watching your face twist when I finally push into you."

Dean watches the way Y/N's eyes widen at his statement before rapidly pushing into her. Though Dean experiences a great amount of pleasure being constricted by her tight walls, he keeps his eyes open to watch Y/N's face. 

Dean stays still after he pushes himself impossibly deeper, sitting back to watch the way that Y/N holds her breath. Eventually, she gasps for air and pushes her head back into the mattress. Her breasts raise closer toward Dean as her back arches. Dean can only assume she's still getting used to his size. 

"Doin' alright?" Dean smirks, waiting for her eyes to open again. 

"Just move," Y/N mumbles through shortened breaths. Dean remains still until she looks up at him. "Please, Dean!" 

"That's more like it," Dean grunts whilst granting her wish.

Dean begins to move his hips slowly in and out of Y/N, finally shutting his eyes and allowing himself to feel her for all her glory. He can tell that she's trying her best to stay quiet and he opens his eyes again to gauge how she's feeling. 

Y/N is biting her lip, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of Dean's hip. Her eyes are once again shut and her eyebrows are furrowed. Small gasps and moans escape past Y/N's lips as Dean begins to snap his hips faster. 

As Dean continues to increase his speed, Y/N eventually stops fighting the moans wanting to escape her throat. Dean takes note of what makes her most vocal, copying those movements over and over to maximize her pleasure. 

Dean switches back and forth from watching himself slam into her and looking up to watch her face contort. He no longer minds that her eyes are sealed shut, he can tell that she's enjoying him inside of her even if she doesn't want to admit it. 

Y/N squeezes around Dean's cock, spasming every few seconds when Dean bottoms inside of her. At this point, Dean is a lot closer to climax than he normally is. The stamina of being a demon has been a blessing and a curse, but Y/N seems to be doing the trick better than anyone Dean's been with since turning. 

Dean stretches to reach above Y/N's head and in the process finds himself deeper inside of Y/N than he could have ever imagined. Y/N's body reacts to being completely filled by Dean by her legs shaking with a mind of their own. 

Once Dean grabs the pillow from above Y/N, he reaches down to place it underneath the arch in her back. Dean lets out a guttural moan, shutting his eyes as the angles change. Y/N only grows louder when Dean begins to thrust in and out of her again. 

Holding onto her hips for support, Dean snaps faster. He can't help the groans that escape from his mouth and starts to feel that familiar tension building rapidly. 

"Fuck!" Y/N yells out in pleasure, grabbing onto Dean's forearms and looking up at him. 

"That's it," Dean chuckles in between panting as he looks down at her. "Such a good girl taking my cock like that."

Y/N whines as she throws her head back, digging her nails into the skin of Dean's forearms. As tightly as she's holding onto him, Dean manages to get one of his arms free and brings his thumb down onto her sweet spot. 

As he begins to rub circles against her clit, Dean watches Y/N bite down on her lip. Y/N continues to push her head back as her eyebrows furrow and lets go of Dean's forearms. She brings her hands up to hold onto her breasts, making Dean's cock throb inside of her. 

"Feel good, sweetheart?" Dean smirks in accomplishment, pressing into her clit harder with his thumb. 

"Shut up," Y/N mutters out, pinching onto her own nipples as her face continues to contort. 

"That's not how you get what you want," Dean scolds, going slower with his thrusts as he dials back the pressure from his thumb. 

Y/N's eyes open and her head returns to its natural position. She lets go of her breasts before sitting up. Dean isn't sure why Y/N is moving so suddenly until she pulls him into her chest so that all of his weight is on top of her. 

Y/N wraps her arms around the back of Dean's neck, pulling him closer as she locks her legs behind Dean's back. Dean takes the hint and begins to thrust his hips faster than before. 

With the new position, Dean feels himself getting closer to climax. To add to his imminent release, Y/N's breath is hot against Dean's ear and her whimpers are traveling directly to his brain. 

"Oh my god, Dean!" Y/N trembles underneath Dean and grabs his head with her hands. 

Y/N begins to clench around Dean harder than ever before as she smashes her lips into his. Dean kisses her back with desperation, both moaning into each other's mouths. As Y/N continues to ride out her orgasm, Dean's begins to erupt. 

Dean feels his legs shake as he cums, deep and hot inside her tight cavity. He breaks the kiss as he snaps his hips as fast and hard as he can without being too overstimulated, spilling whatever he had left inside of him into Y/N. 

Y/N tries to catch her breath as Dean slows down, still sporadically releasing inside of her every few seconds. His eyes are screwed shut and his entire body trembles when he feels Y/N's hands on the back of his neck again. 

Dean is pleasantly surprised when Y/N brings him down for a kiss. This time, she is more tender, overlapping her lips with his at a much slower, more passionate pace. Dean isn't usually the type to continue on after he's climaxed, but with Y/N, he is finding it to be a very pleasurable ending.

With Y/N's legs still wrapped around Dean's body and her walls still periodically contracting, Dean's cock twitches inside of her as his climax finally comes to an end. 

"That was," Dean begins as he pulls back, still catching his breath. "That was the best sex I've had in a very long time."

Y/N's body relaxes into the bed as her hands unwrap themselves from Dean's neck, her legs following suit. 

"Good," Y/N showcases a post-orgasm smile for a fraction of a second, and then her face straightens out completely. "Let's go find Sam now, yeah?"

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Five

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

Characters: Sam, Dean, mentions of Brother!Dean x Sister!Reader, mentions of Brother!Sam x Sister!Reader, mentions of Dad!John x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of manipulation, Sammy makes a very big realization, mentions of incest.

W/C: 3k+

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Dean was a mixture of angry and confused but above all that, he was scared. Sam hadn't said anything about catching Dean kissing his baby sister and Dean wasn't sure if he wanted that conversation to occur or not. 

Dean wasn't sure if Sam would be upset or angry with him, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to figure that out. There was the possibility that maybe Sam thought that Dean had forced himself onto her, but Dean could deal with Sam. Dean, however, wasn't sure if he could handle the wrath of John if he ever found out.

Sam said he didn't care, he didn't even seem too fazed by the entire scene in general, but there was no telling how Sam actually felt. 

It could be that Sam said what he said only so that he could get Dean and Y/N to leave the party. Maybe Sam didn't actually mean it. Maybe he was bottling up his emotions, upset for Y/N, maybe he even wanted to kill Dean, but he was hard to read. 

Sam was always good at hiding his emotions, all except around Y/N, and nobody really knew how to get through to him. Dean didn't know if he should have left it up in the air, or if Sam was even worried about it in the first place, but Dean felt guilty and he had to stop the truth from reaching John.

John would kill Dean if he were the one to have caught him. Pressing Y/N against the wall, towering over her body, kissing her until his lips went numb, touching all parts of her body with his large hands. John would lose his cool, and Dean was absolutely sure of it. 

John would probably scold him for the rest of eternity, tell him how bad of a brother he was- say that he took advantage of her, and Dean couldn't afford anything but praise from John. 

Dean had always been the best under pressure, his reflexes were arguably even better than John's, he was the better investigator, the better everything when it came to hunting. That's the way that John had raised him. 

John wanted Dean to be like him. Be a hunter. Risk his life every day for the wellbeing of others. And Dean was exactly that. If John ever found out about what Sam saw, Dean was afraid that he would never be looked at the same again. 

But, what about John?  Where had John been for the past hour? Y/N wasn't home and she's the one who rode with him in the truck. 

Y/N was the one who accidentally told Dean, and although he didn't have much information, he knew that something was going on between the two of them. 

Was John hurting her? Did Y/N tell him about what Dean had done? Did she know that it wasn't normal to be with your father like that? It wasn't right and as much as Dean's perverted mind wanted for her to stay so innocently unaware, she needed to know the truth. 

That started with coming clean to Sam. 

"Where are they? It's been over an hour," Dean asked cooly, trailing his way into a very uncomfortable conversation. 

Dean felt as though he couldn't openly bring up the situation that had occurred earlier, but he was nervously biting his tongue for Sam to.

"Don't know, man," Sam shrugged his shoulders, eyes glued to some book, and Dean sighed aloud. 

Sam was being dry and even though Dean had only made one attempt, he knew that sooner or later he would have to bite the bullet. 

"It's late and Dad wasn't exactly sober, you think she's okay?" Dean asked Sam, but he shrugged his shoulders again. 

Dean frowned to himself, upset that Sam didn't seem to be too worried, and continued to ask questions. 

"What if he got into a car crash or something, Sammy? What if he passed out in the parking lot? Y/N doesn't know how to drive." Dean questioned but he didn't believe any of it was true. 

He was almost certain that they were doing other things.

What if John got upset with her? Dean should have never left her alone with him- he should have never even taken her to that party. How could he have been so stupid? 

Dean wished he could take it all back, even the kiss that he had been wanting to steal from her for years now. He wished that he could have protected her, that he never got her into trouble. 

Dean knows first-hand what happens when John gets angry, especially when drunk, and he would never dream of any of that happening to her. But then again, Y/N never talked about John badly. 

Y/N practically viewed John as a God, he's all that she's ever known, and she didn't know any better. Dean was sure that she didn't know that incest wasn't socially or morally acceptable. 

Dean figured that because it was beneficial for John, John would probably never tell her the truth.

"Dean, they're fine. Y/N has a phone, she knows when to call us, and for Dad? He's driven so many times drunk that he's forgotten how to drive to drive sober. I'm sure it's nothing, maybe they're getting food." Sam answered, looking up from his book and giving Dean an assuring smile. 

Dean's frown deepened, he just wanted for Y/N to be okay. If Sam was hellbent on them being fine, Dean had to address the elephant in the room.

"Can we talk about it?" Dean asked, deepening his voice to seem like it wasn't a big deal. 

Dean knew it was. He knew that maybe Sam would never look at them the same again. He knew it was wrong, but God- he had wanted to kiss her for so long. 

Sam looked up from his book, looking at Dean nonchalantly, almost like he didn't know what Dean was saying. 

"You know what I'm talking about." Dean huffed out, frustrated that Sam hadn't said anything in response.

"For someone wanting to talk about it, you're not very good at admitting what it is," Sam gave him a small, playfully scolding, scoff. 

Dean was trying his best to read Sam but with his snarky comment, he didn't even know where to start. Was he condemning Dean? Did he really not care? Dean didn't know and he needed to.

"I, uh, I kissed Y/N," Dean admitted, a deep blush displaying on his cheeks. 

Dean held his breath whilst he waited for Sam's response. Sam raised an eyebrow at him, Sam's lips curving into a small smile.

"That was a little more than kissing, dude," Sam laughed lightly, no hints of awkwardness in his tone. "I mean, you were practically groping her, pressed up all on her and-"

"Shut up, Sam. I don't want to hear it, I know what I did," Dean cut him off and Sam gave him a small frown. 

Dean didn't want to admit to those things, to the things that made his stomach bubble with an equal amount of guilt and arousal. He didn't want Sam to know that he could think that way about his baby sister.

"I mean, if I hadn't gotten there in time, how far would it have gone?" Sam asked, leaning back into the wooden chair, and Dean gulped nervously. 

All the way, was Dean's initial reaction- but he couldn't admit that. Dean didn't want to even admit that to himself. 

Sam was practically teasing him at this point, making Dean much more anxious than needed.

"I don't know what got into me. I'm sure it was just the alcohol," Dean played it off, skipping the question completely. 

It was a lie, though. Drunk or sober Dean thought about his hands all over her, alcohol just amplified his concepts. Sam shrugged his shoulders, lending Dean a small smile. 

"You've never thought about it?" Sam questioned playfully. 

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in response, frowning a bit at the inquiry. It was almost painfully evident that Sam was scrutinizing Dean for getting caught in the act and it made Dean's face heat up even more. 

"Never thought about what?" Dean asked in return, confused and wondering why Sam didn't seem upset. 

"Y/N, I mean, in that way," Sam confirmed, looking at Dean with wide and examining eyes. 

Dean frowned, knowing that Sam would only ask that question if he too had thought about it. Dean was also upset by his own answer because he thought about Y/N every second of the day. Dean practically lived in his head which was a sick fantasy land, full of him and Y/N being together in every way possible. 

"Are you serious?" Dean scoffed, but the silence that followed after and Sam's gaze made him swallow hard. "No, Sam. I haven't." Dean put his foot down and Sam looked surprised. 

"You sure?" Sam questioned with an eyebrow raised and Dean nodded his head. "You're a bad liar, Dean," Sam scolded, a smile sprawled across his face as he looked back down into his book. 

"Have you?" Dean asked and Sam shrugged his shoulders in return. "I gave you a real answer, now I deserve the same." Dean huffed out, getting a little agitated by how lightly Sam was taking the entire situation. 

"No, you gave me an answer but not a real one," Sam shrugged, looking back up at Dean. "You answer truthfully and I will follow suit." Sam raised his eyebrow at Dean. 

Dean knew he wasn't exactly the greatest at hiding things and Sam's inquisitive nature didn't help. 

"I don't have to answer to you," Dean rolled his eyes and Sam didn't seem to care as his eyes dipped down once again. 

But, Dean needed to know Sam's- he needed to know that Sam wasn't the only perfectly sane person in this family. Based on Sam's steady flow of questions, Dean was almost sure Sam felt the same way about Y/N. 

"Seriously, where are they?" Dean questioned, flipping the subject back to John, and sighing frustratedly as he sat down on the edge of the motel bed. "It's three a.m." He added, looking at his watch. 

Dean was still dressed from the party, anxiously awaiting for the two of them to get home, and couldn't bring himself to not watch the door. He needed to know that she was okay.

"How much you wanna bet that Y/N fell asleep and he just doesn't wanna wake her up? It's probably nothing," Sam replied, however, Dean noticed how his face contorted. 

Dean couldn't read Sam all that well, but he knew at that moment that Sam was hiding something. 

"You don't find that weird? He'd never do that for us," Dean said, trying to catch Sam's eyes as they avoided his. 

"Yeah, well, we're not Daddy's little girl, are we?" Sam scoffed in return, but it was far from his regular scoff. 

Sam's voice shook nervously and Dean was taking whatever he could read off of Sam. Sam was a good liar, but Dean was too desperate to not pick up on every single sign that Sam gave him. Did Sam know about Y/N and John too?

"I mean, if that were true, don't you think he'd be parked in the parking lot?" Dean asked, standing up. 

He walked over to the curtains, pulled them open, and found no signs of John's truck anywhere. Dean knew exactly what was happening, obviously not to its full extent, and he found it weird that Sam wasn't more on edge. 

"They've got to be up to something," Dean added, looking back at Sam. 

"What are you suggesting, Dean?" Sam gulped nervously, frowning at Dean slightly, and it made his blood boil. Sam did know.

"Stop that," Dean growled, turning to face Sam. 

Sam's eyebrows crimped immediately at Dean's change of tone, looking more and more anxious as the seconds passed by.

"Stop what?" Sam frowned in return, looking genuinely curious.

Dean knew by this point that it was all just an act. With all of those questions about Y/N and the way Sam didn't seem to care where she was, Dean knew that Sam's story didn't add up. He either knew as much as Dean did or he was trying to cover his tracks.

"Stop acting stupid, Sam. Tell me what's going on," Dean pried, glaring at Sam up and down. 

Dean just wanted some clarity from Sam and it was aggravating that he was only getting bits and pieces. 

"Look, I'm sure it's nothing," Sam offered, dumbing down the situation, and looking back down to avoid Dean. "Like I said, they're probably getting food or something."

"When is it ever nothing?" Dean scoffed and Sam shrugged his shoulders. 

Every part of Dean told him that Sam knew everything, even more so than he knew. After a long few seconds of bitter silence, Dean had to ask. 

"Do you know?" Dean asked in a way that Sam could only become confused or simply nod his head 'yes'. 

Sam did the latter, looking up with wide eyes at Dean. 

"You know too?" Sam asked, his face pale like he had just seen a ghost. 

Dean nodded his head and they both struggled to find the words that came next. 

"Did Dad tell you?" Dean questioned and Sam shook his head immediately. 

"No, I just figured it out," Sam answered honestly. "Did he tell you?"

"Hell no," Dean scoffed, acting like the same question he asked Sam was stupid. "Y/N told me one night." He added on and Sam nodded his head, not knowing what to say. "Have you, uh, ever, you know, with her?" Dean stuttered and Sam continued to nod his head. 

Although Dean was being hypocritical, he felt the anger course through his veins. Dean couldn't tell if he was upset because it was immoral or because Sam and John had never mentioned that to Y/N. 

"Sammy, you've gotta stop." Dean sighed, turning back to sit on the edge of his bed. 

"Dean, it's not like that," Sam frowned, closing his book for good as he decided to face Dean. 

"Then what is it like, Sam?" Dean asked, anger lacing his tone as Sam tried his best to come up with a viable answer. 

"She, uh, she came on to me," Sam said in a small voice and Dean began to rub his face with his calloused fingers. 

"She doesn't know that it's wrong. You're supposed to be the one who tells her these things, you were supposed to be the person protecting her. You know Dad doesn't give a fuck if she doesn't know it isn't normal. That's our job." Dean raised his voice slightly, making Sam scoff in defense. 

"So, tonight was normal? Kissing her at a party and pressing her against a wall is normal? I know my sister, Dean, and she wasn't sober, so you tell me who's more screwed up: You or Dad? Because at least she initiated it with me." Sam raised his voice in return.

"How can you be fine with this? I'm not justifying what I did tonight, Hell, I'll even apologize for it- but you? How can you sit there and explain to me that it was okay? Don't you feel guilty?" Dean continued to scrutinize. 

"Sam, I kissed her, touched her up and down, and lord knows what you've done to her. This stuff isn't okay. Especially with her, she barely even knows what sex is." Dean frowned, wondering why he seemed to be the only one who felt guilty. 

Sam was a smart kid, he should probably feel more guilty than Dean did, but Sam didn't seem to care. 

"But she let you," Sam reasoned and Dean raised an eyebrow. "She let you kiss her. She wanted it, Dean." Sam made up for Dean's actions, seemingly trying to get Dean to loosen up. 

"It's not about that and you know it," Dean growled, growing more upset with Sam with each little comment. 

Dean closed his eyes for a second, attempting to collect his cool because he was sure that Sam didn't think about how she didn't know any better. Sam wasn't the type to purposefully manipulate people, especially Y/N. 

Dean knew that Sam loved Y/N more than anything in the world, and he knew that Sam would never hurt her. 

"It's not your fault, Sammy. She came on to you- I get it, but if you continue, you better make sure she knows. You can't keep using her like that. She doesn't know it's wrong."

"I'm sorry," Sam apologized in a small voice, looking ashamed of himself. 

Sam was calming down too, starting to finally understand where Dean was coming from.

"It's not your fault, I told you that. It's Dad, he's the one who should have told her if he started all that stuff. You just didn't think about it that way, did you?" Dean sighed and Sam shook his head, beginning to look upset.

Now, just like Dean, Sam was beginning to feel sick within himself. He felt guilty for all of his times with her in the shower, all of the mornings when John would be on a hunt and Dean would be out getting breakfast, and, especially, the nights when John and Dean were on hunts. 

When Y/N was the one to advance on Sam, Sam didn't think twice about whether it was immoral or not because of how much he loved Y/N. All of those months of being ignorant were catching up to Sam.

When Sam did finally question, going back and forth between feeling guilty and soaking up the pleasure he felt with Y/N, he justified that Y/N must have known the implications behind their relationship. Sam just figured that it was common knowledge, but maybe he had learned it in school somewhere. Y/N never got that opportunity. 

By the time the whole sex and incest jokes were being passed around, Y/N was 'homeschooled' and only stayed at the motel. She never got the chance to socially develop- find out the difference between right and wrong, and Sam should have realized that. 

As Sam and Dean sat in silence, contemplating their own acts, Dean began to plan a course of action.

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Four

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

Characters: John x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader, OFC!Shauna x Dean, OFC!Sophia x Reader

Warnings: incest, sistercest, daughtercest, girls kissing girls, angry!/drunk!john, needy!Dean, drugs, alcohol, angst, hair pulling (more like physical abuse), Daddy kink I guess, a bit of degradation, manipulation, crying, praise kink, oral

W/C: 5.9k+

A/N: Merry Christmas to my followers who celebrate! Happy Holidays to everyone and I hope to be posting more!

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With John recently deciding that Sam was old enough to go on larger hunts with him, that meant much more time with Dean. They were off again after John came home after a few hours because he had decided that he needed to make things right with Sam. 

John had finally realized that it wasn't his or Sam's fault that Sam got hurt, but John just reacted that way because he didn't like to see any of his children busted up. 

You, being stuck at home with Dean, had been eating a lot of pizza, drinking a lot of beer, and waking up in his arms every morning. Things seemed normal again, Dean acted like he hadn't done anything, and you spent many hours out of the day thinking about how to bring it up with him. 

What if he didn't bring it up because it was a one-time thing and he was drunk? What if he didn't have those kinds of feelings for you?  It hurt for you to think that way, but you needed to be prepared in case he didn't see you the same way that you saw him. 

Plus, maybe he didn't even know what you were capable of. Maybe he didn't know that you had done sexual things before and that you weren't innocent. 

It was a Friday night in a random city in Wisconsin, your family seemed to go there a lot for hunts, and it was disgustingly cold outside. Still, it was your idea when you said you wanted to go to a party. 

You weren't exactly a people person and Dean was the only one who would entertain the idea of going out and being social, so you knew when John and Sam left earlier this week that this would be your opportunity. 

This time though, you came prepared. You planned on making your own drinks, staying away from trouble, and focusing on having a good time. 

Though the last party was fun because you talked about random books and old movies that would bore any regular human, things went downhill before you even knew it. This time, you were determined to do it right.

Things were already turning out much better, with no Jordan's anywhere to be seen. The party was much less dark and colorful than the last because people seemed to be more focused on being able to talk rather than dance. This party setting made you feel much more comfortable. 

Maybe it had to do with the fact that there were more clouds of marijuana than red solo cups filled with vodka, but it didn't matter- you were happy. The only bad thing about the atmosphere was the smell itself, John nor your brothers had ever shown an interest in it so it was a little bit offensive to your palette. 

It was good to get a change of pace. The music wasn't playing so loud that you had to yell in order to have a conversation, you didn't get weird looks every time you brushed past someone, and above all, everyone seemed to be happy. Except Dean. 

Dean hardly left your side, still causally flirting with any woman in close proximity, but he wouldn't leave you alone for more than two minutes at a time. 

The women were different here, more sophisticated and graceful, and while Dean tried his best, he just couldn't connect with them like usual. You wondered if Dean was scared that he was losing his spark, the idea delightfully playing around in your mind, but Dean kept trying- one girl after another after another. 

It was a delicacy to watch, having to see Dean try so hard when really people here only seemed to be attracted by intelligence. He had never had to try hard at anything in his life, school- he didn't care about, hunting- naturally talented, girls- easy, it was strangely satisfying. 

For someone with such a strong God complex, Dean should be having dazed girls lined down the hall just to hear him talk about himself. You almost felt guilty watching Dean struggle so hard. Half of the time he couldn't keep up with the random philosophical conversations anyway, but it was fun watching him bullshit his way through before ultimately becoming disinterested. 

That's why when Shauna, a beautiful curly-haired brunette, came around and offered Dean some attention, you finally felt him peel away from your side. You saw the light in his eyes that had been dimming throughout the night brighten, and you slowly faded into the background as he worked his magic. 

Now, it was time to focus on yourself. You smiled at people who smiled at you as you made your way to the kitchen, making yourself a drink to keep the happy buzz coursing through your veins. 

The red solo cup in your hand felt whole again, filled to the brim with very diluted alcohol so that you could keep your cool, and things seemed to be turning out great for both you and Dean. 

Although you still had to go out and talk to people- something you're not extremely experienced with, you were excited to. 

You had met a handful of people in your life, most, if not all, were disposable and never seen again, but you never really had any true friends. Sam was your best friend, of course, but you knew it wasn't really the same. 

You didn't even really know where to begin. Some people seemed too entranced by their partners, some smiled down at their phones, and some just had resting bitch face on full display. 

It began to feel a little lonely, your eyes occasionally glancing at Dean across the room, but you tried your best just to enjoy the time out of the motel. And even though you were alone in your head, you were most certainly not truly alone. 

You were content, happy to see other people being happy regardless of whether or not it was with you. This was what life was like without constant intrusion from your family and it granted you a sort of freedom, a freedom you hadn't realized you craved until tonight. 

When you and Sam were young, you would often dream of a life out of a motel. With Mary dying on your six-month birthday and John going insane trying to avenge her death, the only thing you and Sam had, apart from Dean, was imagination. 

You used to dream of one day growing old and staying best friends with Sam until you died, moving to Hawaii or back 'home' to Kansas, or maybe even getting a real job someday. 

The both of you understood that it didn't exactly sound glamorous, like becoming famous or having tons of money, but anything beat the Hunter's life. It was a dead-end road, full of misery and hatred for every living thing on Earth, and a part of you thanked John for keeping you away from it as much as possible.

But you couldn't help but feel stuck. What else to life was there other than living in motels and killing bad guys? You wouldn't know, much less ever get the chance to figure it out. 

But, you were far from unhappy. You were surrounded by people you loved and while times would get rough, John would get drunk, the credit cards would fail at the restaurants, or one of the boys would come home wounded, you all made it work. 

You had an unbreakable bond with Sam, a wild side that Dean helped to bring out, and an undying loyalty for family because of John. Things could always be much worse than they are. 

"You know, for someone watching your boyfriend with another girl, you don't seem to be too upset," A random voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Your head turned to look at the girl standing next to you, she reached out her hand to greet you, "Sophia."

"Y/N," You greeted back, shaking her soft but firm hand. 

It took you a little longer to respond, she had beautiful feminine features but she was assertive and reminded you of John. You almost felt bad for trying to read her like a book, there was such a strange energy that surrounded her. 

"A fan of voyeurism, are we?" Sophia chuckled, giving you a small smirk, and your eyebrows raised.

"Of what?" You asked and she laughed a little louder. "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is." You laughed lightly, trying to understand the strange word, and she gave you a teeth-filled smile.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. That is your boyfriend, right?" She asked with her eyebrow raised, a concerned, but cocky, look on her face.

"No, he's not my boyfriend," You blushed at the question and she gave you a small smile.

"Well, you seem to like him a lot. Maybe you should just ask him out sometime." She encouraged, nudging you with her elbow lightly. 

"It's really not like that," You laughed awkwardly and she raised her eyebrows up and down to say that she wasn't a firm believer in your statement. 

"Right, it's not like you're practically eye-fucking him while he talks to my girlfriend Shauna." She scoffed and you tilted your head. 

You were just happy that Dean was happy, no eye-fucking involved. 

"She's your friend? She's really pretty," You told her and she shook her head.

"Girlfriend. Open relationship, I kind of figured that's how you guys were too. I mean, he's barely left your side the entire night." She corrected, pointing out why she had her assumptions. 

You frowned, are you supposed to be upset that Dean's with another girl? Are you supposed to be feeling jealous that it's not you? 

"Are you ever jealous?" You asked out of curiosity, the idea of an 'open relationship' new to your mind. 

It was strange at first glance, but the more thought that was put in, the more it was intriguing. Not that you had an official partner in the first place. 

"Not really. She picks out the scumbags, no offense, fucks them, and then comes home to tell me all about it," She tells you honestly, a smile plastered on her face. 

She reminds you of Sam, he always loved hearing about the aftermath of your night out with John. 

"Plus, she's usually unsatisfied and girls do it much better." She added in a whisper, a smooth wink following behind. 

"I'm sure they do," You replied, fighting back a blush that you quickly deduced and blamed on alcohol. 

"You ever been with a girl, Y/N?" Sophia asked, licking her lips as the question concluded and you found yourself staring. 

"No, um, I've never really thought about it," You said, almost stuttering your way through. 

Surely the alcohol had to do with the way you were feeling, but all-in-all, she was attractive and there was no denying it. You'd seen girl-on-girl porn, almost a preferable choice because they always seemed to enjoy themselves a little bit more, but it wasn't ever something that crossed your mind. 

Now, there was an undeniably hot girl in front of you talking about sexuality, it was all a little confusing. 

"I'm not a psychic, but something tells me you're curious," She smirked, and your mouth opened to reply but nothing came out. 

Sophia's hands landed on the collar of your jacket, straightening it, which made your breath hitch in the back of your throat. 

"Relax, I'm not gonna bite unless you want me to," She chuckled and you began to realize that your knuckles were turning white from holding your hands together so tightly.

You didn't know whether you wanted Dean to look over at you when she planted her mouth on yours or not. Her lips were much softer and fuller than either John's or Sam's and she tasted much sweeter too, it was a nice change of pace. 

She was much more pushy than what you were used to, guiding the pace and expecting you to match, and it wasn't long until the thoughts started to flood your mind. 

Would Dean look over and notice? Would he be upset? Would he be excited? Would he even care? You wanted him to. 

If you were supposed to be jealous that he was with another girl, you wanted him to be jealous that you were too. 

Sophia's chin was smooth with no traces of stubble like you normally felt. Her hands were soft as they cupped your cheek, her teeth nibbled at your bottom lip in the softest way possible, and her smell- God, she smelt so good. 

It was much different than the 3-in-1 body wash that the boys used because she smelt like she actually took care of herself. She smelled of flowers, but not like the old-lady type of perfume, she smelled soft and delicate and that was the only thing you could think of. 

Sophia's fingernails lightly scraped against your cheeks when they made their way into your hair, and when you gasped she smiled into your mouth. It was evident that she knew what she was doing and you didn't think twice about letting her... whatever it led up to. 

Maybe it was the thrill of being seen by Dean or the fact that it was new and exciting. Feeling soft and delicate fingers roaming through your hair was something you could get used to. Or maybe it was the alcohol, you weren't exactly sober- but you were still in the right mind to make good decisions, even if you were more inclined to try new things. 

You had never been with a girl, you had never even really had friends that were girls. You weren't sure if you wanted to be her, envied that she had such confidence and charisma, or if you were actually attracted to her. She was beautiful and if you really took the time to think about it- the wetness growing in between your legs answered your question. 

It wasn't long before you got lost in her trance, the quiet music almost seemed silent as you could only hear her lips moving with yours. The lights seemed to dim as your eyes stayed closed because all you did was focus on her. 

Then, everything was moving so fast, one second you were in the middle of someone's living room and then you were pressed against the wall in the hallway. Your head was spinning and your neck craned upwards to kiss the lips attacking yours and when you heard him growl into your mouth, that's when you knew he had been watching for quite some time.

Dean had his hands lightly wrapped around the sides of your neck, pulling you closer to him but still pinning you against the wall with his body. Your hands gripped onto his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible, and the thoughts of Sophia quickly faded into nothing. 

Dean was hungry for you, moving his lips as if he were attempting to tear them off, kissing all over your neck and not caring about whether he left marks, pushing into your body so hard that you could barely breathe.

His tongue was all over the place, your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your collarbone, your chest, and you wanted to feel it everywhere. His teeth nipped anywhere his lips went, leaving you a whimpering mess as you let him do whatever he pleased.

When Dean's lips reconnected with yours, you could taste the whiskey in his breath and smell the cologne he had doused himself in before you left the motel. Kissing him made you feel even more tipsy than before. He was more needy than Sam ever was, more attentive than John, and he seemed to be a perfect combination of all of their best qualities. 

"This is wrong," Dean whispered into your mouth, but before you could question why he was all over you again. 

Dean's hands trailed down your body as yours found their place in his hair, gripping lightly and pulling him in closer as he moaned into your mouth. There were practically no breaks in between each kiss, leaving the both of you panting, but neither of you seemed to care. 

Dean took a step back, gripping tightly onto your waist as he pulled you closer to him and you could no longer feel the warm wall against your back. 

He hadn't said any other words to you, but his actions were more than enough to tell you what he really wanted. You knew that Dean was bold, but you figured that there would be some sort of build-up for the two of you. Maybe some innocent flirting that would progress into sexual innuendos directed at one another, maybe some touching brushed off as accidental, that's what he always did with his hook-ups. 

With you it was different, he skipped all of the formalities and went straight into the good part, and you didn't mind whatsoever.

But, as the touching progressed into squeezing and digging his fingers into your skin, your mind wandered to other places. Why did he say it was wrong? Were you not good enough for him? He was all over you, that couldn't be true. Was he drunk? Was that the reason that kissing you was wrong? 

Maybe he meant that you were wrong for each other, John always said that this stuff shouldn't happen with anyone else. He always said that nobody could ever love you enough to touch you the way that he did. But you loved Dean and you knew that he loved you, why was he not good enough? Why was it wrong?

You hadn't even noticed someone was talking to the both of you until he pulled his lips back to mutter an answer, "I'm busy, man. Get out of here." Dean said aloud and before you had the chance to look over, his lips were on yours again and his body was pressed against you. 

"Dean, what the hell are you doing? Are you even listening?" That you heard. 

This time, the voice was easily recognizable, it was Sammy. Your cheeks flushed red when Dean pulled back, his eyes were wide and filled with dread to which you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, asking yourself why. 

"Sam, look, I- It's not what it looks like," Dean struggled to get out, letting his hands loosen around your waist and raise in the air in defense. 

It was easy to tell that Dean had no idea that Sam wouldn't mind and that he was most likely trying to come up with a viable explanation for kissing you. You backed up a little, giving Sam a small smile when he looked at you, indicating that you were right about Dean.

"Dude, I'm not- um, it's just that Dad's outside and he's threatening to call the cops and we got to go," Sam replied hastily.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that Sam was most likely fighting his own arousal, but then you frowned at the thought of John. Outside. Waiting. Knowing that you were here. A party. With drugs and alcohol. 

John was not going to be very happy with you and you felt your face growing pale with anxiety. 

"Let's go, Y/N," Dean said gruffly, grabbing your arm tightly and dragging you through the small crowd. 

You fought Dean's grip a little, dreading the thought of John being upset with you, but you let him lead you toward the front. Your head was still spinning, trying to understand how you were watching Dean with Shauna, having a conversation with Sophia, which led up to making out with her. Then you were pressed against the wall by your big brother, and now your twin was leading you outside to see your, most likely, very angry father. 

When the cold, crisp air nearly froze your lungs as you stepped outside, you saw John waiting for the three of you. John was pissed, he was clenching his fists as he advanced towards all of you. 

You expected him to grab you by the hair, drag you to the car, and not even let you explain yourself, but he went straight for Dean. 

"What the hell were you thinking, son?!" John practically screamed, grabbing fistfuls of Dean's leather jacket. 

"Dad, I-I go to parties all of the time, I don't understand," Dean gulped so hard that you could see his Adam's apple gliding up and down his throat. He was nervous, stuttering, and grabbing onto John's wrists to stop him from doing anything more than grabbing his jacket. 

"Not with Y/N. Do you understand me?" John growled, letting go of the jacket and roughly pushing Dean back. 

Dean stumbled, barely keeping himself standing, and you could see Dean's eyes that were filled with fear. The same expression appeared on your face when John turned his body in your direction. 

"Get in the truck, I need to talk to you," John demanded, pointing his shaking finger toward you. 

You gulped, much like Dean, and nodded your head, deciding that there was no point in protesting. 

"Sammy, drive Dean home. No but's, Dean. Obviously, you aren't capable of good decisions, why should I let you drive my car?" John said and you turned around so quickly that you didn't have time to wait around to watch Dean's reaction.

Your feet scrambled towards the truck. When you began to climb in, you turned to close the door but John slammed it behind you, making you jump in your seat. Your eyes found the phone that was lit up on the middle seat, showing your exact location and you knew that was definitely how he found you. 

Then you saw the empty bottle of whiskey and you knew it wasn't Sam's, John was drunk... again, which wasn't surprising. 

You decided to look straight ahead and try your best to avoid his gaze, but you knew that something needed to be said to de-escalate your father.

"Daddy, I-" You began before being cut off immediately.

"Shut it. How long have you been partying?" John's voice boomed through the cab of the car. 

You shook your head, tears freely falling down your cheeks. You hated when he was angry with you, it was the worst feeling in the world. 

"I'm sorry. I convinced Dean to take me with him," You told him in a choked sob, scared of how he might react. 

John furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over and gripping your chin tightly in between his fingers, the new pressure causing you to wince. 

"Did you smoke tonight? You smell like you did," He asked through grit teeth and your head shook side to side as best as it could. "Did you drink?" He questioned again and you nodded your head cautiously. 

You couldn't lie to him, your head was spinning. 

"Are you fucking stupid, Y/N? Where was Dean?" John growled, letting go of your chin and your head felt weak. 

"He was- He was with me the entire time," You struggled to get out yet again, and his jaw tensed. Your eyes traveled to his jaw, looking back up into eyes that were nearly black.

"You're lying to me. I don't like liars, Y/N," He said callously and you shook your head in defiance, he was with you for the most part- that isn't lying. 

"Daddy, I'm not lying, I swear," You cried, feeling his hand in your hair as it lifted your chin toward the ceiling. His rough, calloused fingers traced over your neck, an unappreciative grunt leaving his throat.

"Who did this to you?" He growled, pinching the skin at your neck and you could feel yourself panicking. 

You couldn't tell him it was Dean, he would literally kill your older brother if he knew. 

"Answer me." He demanded, pinching harder and making you whimper in pain. 

"A- A girl. It was a girl," You told him, the only person you could think of being Sophia. 

Your eyes stayed focused on the ceiling as you felt his grip on your hair loosen, eyebrows creasing as you heard him chuckle deeply. It was the most terrifying laugh you had ever heard.

"A girl?" John asked, his breath hitting right behind your ear as he moved closer to you. 

The whiskey in his breath was prominent, but it was so normal that it almost felt refreshing. You whimpered when he tugged on your hair again, resting his left hand on your thigh. 

"When will you realize that you're mine, hm?" His intense growl made your breath hitch, sending shivers down your spine. "Nobody can touch you, do you understand me? I'm the only one who loves you enough, baby." He said in a softer tone, using the hand resting on your thigh to pull your legs apart from one another. 

"I know," You croaked, feeling the way his fingers were rubbing circles on top of your jeans.

John's hand trailed higher, gripping tightly onto your inner thigh, "Did she touch you there, princess?" He whispered, stopping just before your heat and you felt the wetness growing in between your legs. 

"No, Daddy," You answered solidly and he chuckled deeply into your ear. His hand lingered there and you moved around a bit to feel something.

"But you kissed her?" He asked, hand gripping tightly onto your thigh, and you nodded your head. "Did you want her to touch you there?" He asked, almost teasingly as his fingers magically inched up higher. 

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry," You told him, sudden guilt filling your stomach. 

You knew that he was the only one who loved you enough. You weren't supposed to do those kinds of things with people you didn't love. But Dean did it all the time. What made you different? Maybe he just didn't want you to- maybe this was just as wrong as kissing Dean. 

"It's okay, baby, but it can't happen again. You promise?" John asked, pressing a sloppy kiss into your neck. 

"I promise," You told him.

"What's wrong?" John asked, and at this point, you were squirming around in your seat. "Want me to touch you, hm?" He questioned again, ghosting his fingers above your heat through your jeans. Y

ou nodded your head, despite the tight hold he had on your hair. 

"Too bad. Bad girls don't get rewarded." John teased you, chuckling lowly as his hand left your thigh. 

You let out a whimper, needing now more than ever to be touched. 

"But, maybe you can make it up to me." He said, placing his lips just below your ear and nipping at the skin. 

You nodded your head, ready to do anything for him if it meant that you could get off tonight. 

"You know what to do, don't you, baby girl?" He asked, letting go of your hair and his hands came down and thumbed his jeans open. 

You gave him a small smile, letting your tears die down and dry on your cheeks, and turned towards him. He shifted his body so that his back was placed against the car door, pushing his jeans completely off, and placing one foot on the floor while the other stayed on the seat. 

Normally, this would happen in the back seat, but John seemed a little too eager tonight. You took your position, lying flat on your stomach, and propping yourself on your elbows as you looked up at him through your lashes. He swiped the hair out of your face, giving you a smile, and your fingernails dipped into the waistband of his boxers.

"Wait, baby," John stopped you, holding onto your hands that were about to pull down his boxers. "I wanna try something new, is that okay?" He asks and your brows furrowed, what haven't you learned by now? 

John shifted so that he was lying flat and you were sitting on top of him, not sure exactly what to do. 

"I want you to suck my cock while I eat you out." He said, pushing the jacket off of your shoulders. 

You wiggled it off, leaving your shirt on like he did, and his fingers came up and undid your jeans' button. 

"Daddy, I thought you said-" You began to say, feeling the guilt weighing in from doing something that he disapproved of.

"I know, baby, but you know I can't stay mad at you for very long," He cut you off, shh-ing you by pulling you by your neck and bringing you into a deep and passionate kiss. 

Your hips slid down his abdomen, your heat rubbing against his hard-on, making him moan into your mouth. His tongue explored and his teeth bit your bottom lip, extracting a moan of your own. 

As much as you loved kissing Dean tonight, or Sammy in the showers you took, John knew everything that you liked. He knew exactly how to get you going. 

"Daddy, I can't wait, I need you," You told him, desperately trying to get your release, edging yourself closer and closer as you rubbed against his erection. "I want to please you too." You compromised, knowing that he probably couldn't wait much longer either. 

"Alright, Y/N, take your clothes off," He broke the kiss, pulling at the hem of your T-shirt. 

You continued to sit on top of him, pulling your shirt over the top of your head and discarding it on the ground. A small moan left your lips when his hands came up to cup your breasts through your bra, kneading and massaging the delicate skin. 

John's hands reached around, undoing the clasp of your simple bra and guiding the fabric down your shoulders until it was on the ground. You dipped your head down to kiss him again, relishing the way your hard nipples feel against his chest, and using your hips to grind against him again. 

After a few, all too short, seconds you pulled up, working on getting your jeans off. John sat up, giving you space to do so, and discarded his own shirt, lying back down as you met him with your lips again. 

His hands roamed all over your backside, squeezing your ass and rutting his hips into you which made you gasp. He was fully hard and you could tell without having to look, he was just as desperate as you were to feel something. 

His hands slid down your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake, pulling your panties down your thighs. He moaned into your mouth, presumably feeling your excitement, and helped you get your clothes off entirely. 

Then, he reached down and shimmied off his own boxers, continuing to kiss you as you felt his hardened cock against your core- wishing that he would give up his stupid wish of making it perfect and fuck you already, but you'll take what you can get. 

"Baby, turn around and let me taste you," John moaned into your mouth and you gave him one last peck before lifting up. 

If it were any other day, you would sit on his face as he gripped your hips, but he specifically said that he wanted his dick sucked while he ate you out- and only one position made sense. You situated yourself, both knees on either side of his head and your mouth just above his cock. 

You squealed when you felt his large hands pull you by your hips and guide you down to his face, the immediate lick on your clit almost enough to make you cum. You moaned as he began to attack you with his mouth and you took him in your hand, pumping him and rubbing your thumb over the precum that had already leaked out. 

John hummed into your clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking and nibbling at the nub that had been calling his name all night. 

You lowered your mouth, almost unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure he was giving you, and you wrapped your lips around the glistening tip of his cock. This made him moan more into your core, encouraging you to keep doing what you're doing, so you did. 

You swallowed him down as much as you could, your lips like a vacuum as you pulled up and felt him leave your mouth with a loud 'pop'. 

It was almost a tradition to start out that way, taking him once entirely before sucking him down over and over until you couldn't breathe anymore. You were close to gagging, so close to almost fitting him all the way in, as your head bobbed up and down on his cock. 

John was dipping his tongue inside of you, going back and forth between that and sucking your clit, occasionally making obscene noises as he kitten-licked your sweet spot over and over. 

"Fuck, Y/N, you taste so good," He muttered into you, almost inaudibly, before he dove into your heat again. The praise made you want to cum all over his tongue and paint him with your juices, but even more so- it made you want to please him. 

He was using his hands to spread you apart, licking the very depth of you and coercing the familiar pit in your stomach to grow. You continued to swallow him down, warm and wet sloshing noises filling up the cabin of the truck. 

You could feel him twitch in your mouth, indicating that he was getting close. At the same time, his hands were pulling you closer to his face, making you wonder how the hell he was breathing. It felt like a race to see who came first. 

At first, his hips slowly raised so that he filled your mouth perfectly, then, he started to go faster, fucking into your mouth as he held you down. Your lips stayed sealed around him, feeling the way he hit the back of your throat and threatened to make you gag around him.

You then gathered the courage to hold him down like he was holding you. His hips stayed glued to the seat as you held him down with your hands, sucking him down with more purpose than ever before. 

His tongue was working wonders on your clit, kissing, nibbling, and sucking, and the vibrations from his groans were making your orgasm much closer. He twitched in your mouth again and you didn't dare to go up for air, you were determined to win the race. 

Your hand worked whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth, your tongue focusing on the tip which made him cry into your heat. 

Soon enough, he was cumming white, hot, and salty into your mouth, pleasing you so much that you came on his tongue as you ground on his mouth. Your hips were stuttering and you were practically screaming around him, feeling as your legs shook around his head. You swallowed him down, collecting all of your gift, as he continued to attack your soaking slit.

After a few minutes, you were both completely out of breath, fully dressed in the front seat, and having your after-pleasure-make-out-session. You could taste yourself on his tongue and he could taste himself on yours. Everything was perfect. 

Maybe you should get in trouble more often. 

"Do you really think you're ready?" John asked breathlessly, pulling back from your lips and giving you a small smile. 

"I've been ready for a long time, Daddy," You gave him a smile in return, your cheeks blushing harder at the thought of finally going all the way.

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Three

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

Characters: Sam x Sister!Reader, mentions of Dean x Sister!Reader, mentions of OFC!Jordan x Drugged!Reader, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluffyish beginning, incest, handjob, arousal from traumatic events, manipulation, praise kink (not really, just Sam is always positive lol), talks about drugged!reader

W/C: 2.5+

A/N: Short n cute. I love Sam Winchester with all of my heart. Also, just graduated uni so I apologize for the delay! I plan to post updates for Normal a lot more often :)

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Waking up in Dean's arms was something you didn't experience often, but when it happened- you cherished it as much as you could.

Normally, you would share a bed with Sammy because John and Dean were on hunts. When John and Dean were home, you shared a bed with John so that it would be less noticeable when you two sneaked out. 

On the rare occasion that Sam and John went on a hunt, you got the pleasure of sharing a bed with Dean. This morning was just as blissful as every morning waking up in his arms. 

There was just something about Dean that was intoxicating. Most of the time he was the big and tough soldier-guy, hunting vampires and investigating vengeful spirits, but when he was asleep he was near angelic. He was so soft and warm that you'd never be able to guess how hard-headed or strong he really was. 

It's almost like his muscles would deflate into perfect pillowy headrests. His scent was a mixture of his signature aftershave and pinewood, strong and manly- but in your arms, his scent defied who he really was. Dean was a big softie, especially for family, and it felt like a privilege to wake up in his embrace. 

With one arm wrapped loosely around your waist, the other supported your cheek as Dean's chin rested on the top of your head. Your face was squished into his unclothed chest and you couldn't help but nuzzle in closer, taking in every bit of him.

You tried to relish the last bit of your morning, waiting ten minutes or so before he finally awoke. As you pretended to be asleep, knowing his routine, his grip around you became tighter as he pulled you impossibly close to him. 

After a few seconds of barely being able to breathe, your hand snaked its way to his back and your fingertips rubbed small circles to indicate that you were awake. 

"Good morning, Y/N," Dean chuckled into the top of your head, pressing a small kiss into your hair. His voice was raspy and made you feel warmer, he was perfect.

"Morning," You smiled into his chest, pulling him closer as you felt his grip loosen around your waist. He got the hint and put the same amount of pressure as before. 

"Sleep well, sweetheart?" He asked you and you nodded your head, not wanting to speak- you wanted to lay like this in silence, let him cuddle you until you passed out again. "You had a pretty big night." He chuckled lightly, running his fingers through your hair. 

"I know," You chirped, thinking about your first party and how exciting it turned out to be. 

Dean's body tensed like he had felt uncomfortable, and you frowned as he pulled himself away from you. He stayed laid on his side, but his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

"Do you remember anything?" Dean asked you, concern plastered on his face, and you just shrugged your shoulders in return.

"No, must have gotten pretty drunk," You responded, giving him a small smile as you watched his face relax. 

"Yeah," He chuckled, giving you a small and cocky smirk. "I mean, how many did you have last night? Had to carry you to the car."

"I don't know. I think I blacked out or something," You crinkled your nose, not remembering too much of the night before.

"Hey, if that's the worst thing that happened, then I guess you had a pretty good night, huh?" He laughed lightly, the crinkles around his eyes more and more prominent.

"We should go to more parties. I actually made friends last night," You grinned, the warmth in your chest leaving as Dean sat up on the edge of the bed. 

"Oh yeah? You even remember their names?" Dean retorted and you could practically hear his smirk. 

He kicked his jeans on, standing up to button them snugly around his waist before throwing a shirt on. 

"Yeah, actually I do. Lily and Jordan," You told him, sitting up and resting your back against the shitty headboard. 

"Jordan ain't a friend, sweetheart," Dean shook his head, making his way to the small kitchenette within the room. He grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator, chugging all of its contents. 

The motel door began to rattle aggressively as you heard the key being shoved into its hole. Sam walked into the room, slamming the door shut behind him, not bothering to look at either you or Dean.

"Hey, Sammy. How was the hunt?" Dean asked, but Sam didn't answer. 

Sam ignored the question entirely, kicking his shoes off in the corner. Of course, you could tell he was upset about something. 

"Where's Daddy?" You asked, looking out of the window through the broken panels.

"He left. Another hunt," Sam groaned, seemingly annoyed with the question. Dean shot you a confused look before looking back at Sam. 

"Alone? He didn't ask for help?" Dean questioned, eyebrows furrowing as Sam refused to meet his gaze. 

"Yeah," Sam answered simply, anger in his voice as he threw his bag onto the floor and fished out fresh clothing. 

"Woah, you going to tell me why you're so upset? And why Dad couldn't stop in for a simple 'hello'?" Dean asked, annoyance present in his voice due to Sam's attitude. 

"Dude, just... shut up. I'm going to take a shower," Sam snapped, sending Dean a death glare. 

Dean's face slumped, his mouth opening to protest but nothing came out. Sam's footsteps were heavy and dragged as he walked away to the restroom. 

"I'll go check on him," You told Dean in a small voice and he nodded his head. 

Slipping out of bed, your feet hit the soft carpet and began to make their way to the restroom. You heard the shower already running and you knocked softly on the door before shaking the door handle. It was locked. Sam never locked the door. 

"Sammy, you locked me out." You complained, confused as to why he was shutting you out like this.

"I know, Y/N," Sam growled on the opposite side of the door and your frown continued to stretch. 

"Just let me in, please," You rattled the door handle some more. "I'm going to bother you until you tell me what's wrong." You proclaimed, banging on the door a few times, and that's all it took. 

Sam opened the door, swiftly pulling you in and slamming it shut. He clung onto you like a breath of fresh air, his arms squeezing your lungs as he buried his face into your neck. Your eyebrows furrowed but your arms found their place around his unclothed waist. 

"Sammy, what's wrong?" You asked in a quiet voice and his body tensed up at the question. 

Sam didn't answer your question, opting instead to place wet and needy kisses on your neck. He was gentle enough to not leave love bites but assertive enough to tell you exactly what he needed. 

The feeling was like none other. His lips were soft and you could feel his hands roaming up and down your back, you were in heaven. But he was upset and you almost let yourself get carried away- he needed to help you before you could help him. 

"Wait, Sam," You pulled back, looking up to his sad eyes as they peered down at you. "What happened?" You asked, trailing one hand down his chest to soothe his rapid breathing. 

"Please, Y/N. I need you," Sam practically whined before diving into your neck again. This time he was much softer, much less forceful, and much... sadder. 

"Just tell me what's wrong first," You pushed against his chest lightly and Sam immediately huffed as his lips left your neck. 

"Dad's just being a dick. Vamp nicked my arm and now he's pissed. You know how he gets." Sam explained with a sigh and you nodded your head. 

Looking down, you grabbed his arm as you examined the shitty dental floss stitches in Sam's skin. 

"I'm sorry," You gave him a sad smile and he shrugged his shoulders in return. 

"I need you," Sam reiterated desperately while he tugged on the bottom of your nightshirt. 

Sam pulled your shirt over your head, discarded the fabric on the floor, and licked his lips as he cupped your breasts in each of his hands, taking the sight of you in with each breath. 

"You're so pretty." He moaned, tweaking each nipple between his thumbs and index fingers. 

"Why don't you get in the shower and I'll make you feel better?" You whispered, closing the gap between the two of you while thumbing his jeans open. 

Sam's lips fell to your neck, accepting your invitation with a small groan, and he helped you push his jeans down his legs. You listened to the soft thud as the denim slid down his legs and dropped down to the floor, leaving a very prominent cloth-covered bulge at your fingertips. 

Your fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of his boxers, leaving small kisses on his chest as you pulled them down. 

"Get in. I'll meet you in a second." You gave him a small smile and Sam nodded his head, turning around and giving you the perfect view of his body. 

You could barely see your reflection due to the steam from the shower, but you didn't need a mirror to brush your teeth anyway. Using a little bit of leftover mouthwash and brushing your teeth as fast as you could, you quickly got rid of your panties and eagerly joined Sam in the shower. 

Sam was already stroking himself furiously and you put a finger over your mouth to remind him to be quiet. Neither Dean nor John knew what happened in the showers you took with Sam, and for once- keeping this secret didn't bother you. 

Sam nodded his head, biting his lip as he began to stroke at an excruciatingly slow pace, his eyes trailing up and down your body. 

Stepping into the water closer to Sam, you looked down at your chest as you found small patches of dried something. It was something you were used to waking up with, especially when you couldn't shower after the midnight sessions with John.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about all of the possibilities that could have happened the night before- knowing that Dean took you home and Jordan didn't get very far. 

You remembered everything all the way until stepping into the Impala. Everything went black after that. You never planned on lying to Dean about what you remembered, but then again- when you asked about the night before, he lied to you too. 

What Dean didn't know wasn't going to kill him. You didn't even remember getting undressed or redressed into pajamas. Had to have been Dean.

"Feel this, Sammy?" You asked, bringing his free hand to touch the valley in between your breasts and smirking at him.

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion, feeling the now sticky situation on your chest. 

"I went to a party last night." You told him, stepping closer, taking his length into your own hands as you pumped him slowly.

"A party?" Sam asked in return as he shuddered in your embrace. 

His hands gripped tightly onto your waist as his eyes closed for a brief second, lingering in the way you were making him feel. You brought your lips closer to his.

"Mhm," You smiled, twisting your hand as it stroked Sam back and forth. 

Your touch followed him as he rested his back against the shower wall, barely being hit by the pouring water. 

"I met a boy, Sammy." You told him in a whisper, pulling his bottom lip lightly between your teeth before pulling back. Sam groaned as quietly as he could as you began to pump him faster, using the water to easily move your hand. 

"And then what happened?" Sam asked, biting his lip in anticipation and you gave him a small smile. 

Sam always loved hearing about what you and John would do the night before- mostly because he liked learning exactly what John taught you. You figured this wouldn't be any different and you were right, Sam was growing harder in your hand. 

"He drugged me," You told him, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his body tensed beneath you. "It's okay, Sammy. You wanna know why?" You asked, pressing a small and passionate kiss on his lips as his cock twitched. 

"Why?" Sam managed to ask quietly and you gave him a small chuckle in return, kissing him much harder as his cock continued to spasm in your grasp. 

"At first I fought him," You told him, pulling back but remaining close to his lips. "And do you want to know why I stopped?" You asked, knowing Sam was trying his best not to cum at the thought of another man's hands on you. 

"Why, Y/N?" Sam groaned, his lips reaching down to kiss you as his eyebrows furrowed at the imminent climax running through his veins. 

"Because I saw someone watching us through the crack in the door, Sammy," You whispered in his ear, feeling how your breath made him tremble underneath you. "I don't think Dean knows I saw him."

"Dean?" Sam asked, biting his lip and trying to hold off his orgasm as long as possible. He was close and you could tell by the way his voice was shaking. 

"Yep," You smiled, popping the 'p' and Sam's lips parted slowly as you continued to move your hand faster. "Dean just watched, touching himself as the other guy took off my panties. Then he stormed in like some kind of hero, pretending that he wasn't hard at the sight of me, Sammy." You told him, placing wet kisses on his chest.

At this point, you knew it would only be a few seconds before Sam came undone all over your abdomen.

"Then I blacked out and woke up with cum on my chest. There's only one person it could have been" You smiled, feeling one last final twitch before Sam's orgasm erupted. 

Sam gripped tightly onto your shoulders and dipped down to kiss you to mask his moans. His cock twitched in your hand furiously as you continued to work him, feeling his climax shoot out onto your stomach. 

Sam moaned into your mouth, biting on your bottom lip as he continued to spill everywhere. You smiled into the kiss, helping him throughout his entire orgasm, and letting him get slightly soft in your grip before your hand dropped ahold of his length.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're so good to me," Sam sighed in euphoria and you gave him a small smile. "You really think Dean feels like us? You think he wants you like I do?" Sam asked, biting his bottom lip.

"Maybe it's just a Winchester thing," You laughed lightly as you nodded your head.

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Two

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

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

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

W/C: 5.7k+

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

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Some time ago...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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[sammysmaddy]

Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part One

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

Pairing(s): Dean x Sister!Drugged!Reader, mentions of John x Daughter!Reader, OMC x Drugged!Reader.

Warning(s): Angst, drugged reader, non-con elements, naive reader, mild voyeurism, nonconsensual touching, male masturbation, somnophilia, incestuous thoughts and actions/

W/C: 4.8k+

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a very long time

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Dean's POV

"We shouldn't be doing this, Dean. Dad is going to kill us," Y/N warned, but Dean was far past the point of returning.

It was one of those lucky nights where John didn't insist that Dean went on the hunt, tonight it was Sammy's turn and Dean was going to fully take advantage of his night off. That included finding a party to get wasted at and trying to forget all of the responsibilities that the following day would bring. 

Of course, Dean wasn't going to be a bad brother and leave Y/N home alone again. He was going to show her what life was like outside of a motel- what it was like to feel like you don't have to think cautiously about every step you take. It was going to be just as beneficial for Dean as it was going to be for Y/N. 

"Dad's not here and when Dad's not here, I'm in charge. It'll be fun. I promise." Dean told her, looking over to see her nervously chewing on her bottom lip. From Dean's position in the front seat of the Impala, even he could see how pale she was in the darkness. 

Y/N was truly petrified about the thought of going to a party and it was extremely evident through her facial expressions. This is what Dean wanted to get rid of. He wanted her to live her life a little, get out, and make new friends- not be scared to leave the motel. 

"When was the last time you went to a party?"

"Never," Y/N answered softly and Dean nodded his head, knowing that his point was proven. 

"It's going to be fine, Y/N. We'll have a few drinks, get you loosened up, and then maybe you'll be able to make some new friends. It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart." Dean comforted her and she nodded her head, taking a deep breath in. 

•••

"This is my sister, Y/N," Dean looked over at the young girl who was trying her best to keep it together. 

"Nice to meet you," Dean's friend said, reaching his hand out. 

Y/N's arms left her side for the first time all night as her right hand landed in his. Instead of the usual handshake, he raised her hand, placing his lips on her fingers. Dean knew that his friend was just trying to portray the gentleman he wished he was. 

"I'm Jordan." He told her, flashing a bright smile, and Y/N looked down to the ground trying to hide her blush. 

Dean felt his body tense up as he watched it all unfold in front of him, watching how she instantly became relaxed under Jordan's grip- how she suddenly seemed to enjoy being there with a simple smile, but this is what Dean asked for. 

Dean wanted her to go out and meet new friends, he just didn't want her to get hurt, so his guard was analyzing every move that she made. 

"Care for a drink?" Jordan asked over the loud music that seemed to be shaking the entire building. 

Dean nodded his head, giving him a small grin, and Jordan took his queue to leave towards the kitchen.

"Isn't this cool?" Dean asked, turning towards the smaller girl who was looking around at all of the people.

"Yeah, it actually is," Y/N beamed, smiling at him, before turning back to admire how happy everyone looked. 

Y/N was looking around everywhere. The lights, the cups half-full on the countertops, the random college kids making out on the couch- you name it, she was in awe.

Dean knew it was a lot to take in for her and he was just as surprised as Y/N was to find that she was actually enjoying herself. He smiled at her when he saw the life in her eyes rev up every time someone introduced themselves, and Dean knew she had never had this much attention from so many people in her nineteen years. 

"Here you go," Jordan snapped Dean out of his trance, holding a beer in each hand. 

Dean thanked him, reaching for the beer, but felt Y/N's eyes burn holes into the side of his head. He looked over at her, seeing the way that she asked permission with her glance, and felt the uneasiness radiating from her body.

"Go ahead," Dean gave her a small smile, taking a gulp of the cold beer in his own hands. 

Y/N nodded, her nervousness easing as she got permission, and grabbed the bottle from Jordan's hand. She thanked him with a warm smile and blushed deep crimson when he replied 'No problem, sweetheart'. 

Dean knew exactly what Jordan wanted by the way he talked to her. Dean examined the way Jordan licked his lips and looked into Y/N's eyes, even going the extra mile and adding a wink to the mixture.

Dean could feel his blood boiling but was able to mask it by chugging most of his beer down. He wasn't even exactly sure why he was upset, this is what he wanted. He wanted Y/N to live her life, he just didn't expect her to fall for someone's tricks so quickly. 

But still, Dean was cautious because it was Jordan. Jordan was more or less what Dean was, minus the hunting. He was a player. A womanizer. Someone that wanted a quick fuck and probably wouldn't even remember it the next morning. 

Y/N was too sweet for him, probably too naive to even get the subtle hints that Jordan left her, so Dean felt secure with that. He knew she wasn't exactly well-versed in people, surely she wouldn't give herself away to anyone who flashed her a smile. 

•••

By the time Dean felt safe enough to leave Y/N's side, she had made a friend named Lily and they were talking about all of the books that Dean would have considered nerdy. 

Y/N held onto the beer that was handed to her over an hour ago, yet to have finished it, and Dean was on his sixth or seventh of the night- he wasn't quite sure anymore. All Dean knew was that he was having a good time and so was Y/N, and that was enough for him. 

Dean himself was off somewhere talking to a red-haired chick, her name soon forgotten, and did his best to sweet-talk her into his bed.

Dean watched every move the red-haired girl made, knowing that she was looking for something long-term, but he didn't care. He knew that he could break any girl by purposefully letting his eyes twinkle or by playing into their interests, he wasn't worried about not being able to crack her. 

She was his type too. She was the girl that played hard to get and Dean knew that eventually when he asked her to go upstairs, she would cave in in an instant. 

She smiled when Dean cracked a joke, she blushed when he 'accidentally' glided his hand over her thigh, and she bit her lip every time something naughty slipped from Dean's lips. 

Dean knew that she was already letting her guard down and throwing her hopes of a relationship out of the window for him. He knew that she was ready to give it all to him and it had only been twenty minutes- that's how good he was and he prided himself for it. To his surprise, she made the move before he felt fully confident to do so himself. 

"Wanna  go upstairs?" She asked him, leaning in close and whispering in his ear. 

When she pulled back, she had her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth and a small smirk on her face. 

"Show me the way," Dean smirked back and her face lit up. 

Grabbing Dean's hand, she led him through the crowd of people too drunk to register that they were getting shoved past, and she giggled when she looked back at him. He smirked at the dirty looks of all of the other college kids, knowing that they were just jealous- that they couldn't do what Dean did, and that only boosted his ego even more. 

Dean even got a few extra snarky stares, most likely because of the girl that he was with, and it only made him more confident.

They walked up the stairs, hand in hand, pushing past a random couple that seemed to not care about getting to a room. They also pushed past the crowd of people watching the couple grope each other. Dean applauded them silently, knowing that was coming for him shortly too, and continued to follow the redhead up the stairs. 

Once they reached the top, she too must have felt inspired by the couple and eagerly smashed her lips onto Dean's. Dean was surprised by her initiative, chuckling into the kiss that was so desperately forced by her, and began to kiss her back for a short amount of time before she pulled away. 

"Let's go find a room," She winked, lowering down so that her feet were flat on the ground.

"Still following you, sweetheart," Dean smirked as she grabbed his hand again. 

As they began to walk down the never-ending hallway of the frat house, Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"You okay?" The girl asked Dean, feeling the way that he let go of her hand. "There's a vacant room at the end of the hall. I already see the door open." She informed him, looking to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there in a second," Dean looked at her for a second, giving her a small smile. 

The woman nodded her head, standing on her toes to press a quick peck on his cheek, and turned around to head for the room. 

Dean looked back at what had stopped him in the first place. The slightly cracked door gave him the perfect hearing aid to tell him what was occurring in the small room. Dean could hear the way he kissed her neck and the way that he gave her small confirmations in between each kiss. 

Dean almost continued to walk on to the meal-of-a-girl waiting for him in the other room, but a gut feeling told him not to. He curiously pushed the door open, only a little to see what was happening. Dean's jaw fell to the floor when he saw Y/N. 

Dean felt the anger rise in him quickly but refrained from busting in and dragging her home. But he knew that he wasn't angry with her, he was angry with himself. 

Dean was angry that he was the one to leave her alone in the first place, resulting in her poor decision-making. It was his fault and he wasn't going to intrude if that was truly what she wanted. 

And because Dean knew that she only had that one beer to drink, he knew that she was still in the right mind to make her own choices. At least that's how it looked at first glance. 

There were plenty of things to be infuriated about when Dean really saw the events that were unfolding. Dean's biggest concern could have been that it was Jordan who was kissing Y/N, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she went upstairs without saying anything, but it wasn't. His biggest concern could have been that she barely had her eyes open or that she wasn't responding with anything but whimpers- but once again, it wasn't. 

Dean's biggest concern was that he couldn't peel his eyes away no matter how hard he tried, and he couldn't stop the tent from forming in his pants. As Dean tried to combat the feeling, he placed a firm hand on his clothed erection.

Dean watched when Jordan silenced Y/N's protests with his lips, trailing his hand up and down her bare thigh. Jordan continued by laying her back on the bed and when she tried to sit back up, he placed his hand flat on her chest to keep her lying down. 

He told her that everything was going to be okay, that she was beautiful, that she asked for it, and Dean just watched. 

Dean didn't feel bad for not going in there and saving her, he didn't even feel bad that his pants tightened in anticipation- eagerly awaiting what would happen to her next. He was long past the point of trying to stop himself and say that it wasn't right, that it wasn't consensual, that it was his sister. 

Dean wanted to watch, and if it were any other girl- he would have turned his head and used it as inspiration to ravage the redhead in the other room.

But it was her. It was Y/N, someone that Dean had been so curious about for so long. Dean had fought the dark feelings that he had about her for a considerable amount of time, and that all ended tonight. 

Dean had held himself at bay for the longest time and now he couldn't stop himself- even if he wanted to. He was entirely too entranced when he decided to crack the door open more and saw her sitting on the bed, and it only deepened his state when he saw Jordan's hands roam all over her body- preparing to take what Dean had wanted for so many years. 

Dean couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away.

Jordan kept his hand on Y/N's chest until she stopped trying to sit up. He then moved on to his next task. 

Dean bit down on his lip as Jordan positioned himself on his knees in front of her. Jordan's hands came down to take her sandals off and tossed them to the side. Then, he pushed her skirt up so that it was bunched up around her waist. 

Y/N whimpered when Jordan's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, sending a pulsing shock through Dean. Dean felt his pants continuing to tighten when he saw her panties slowly lowering down her legs, revealing her perfect pussy that he often wondered about. 

It was almost too much to take, the sight making him nearly ready to bust in his boxers, but Dean became increasingly aware that it wasn't him. It shouldn't be Jordan getting to enjoy her perfect little body, it should be Dean. 

Dean should be the one to feel Y/N wrapped around his cock, he should be the one hearing his name leave her lips. He waited for too long for someone else to take her from him. 

That was the only motivation Dean needed to bust in the room. He put on a front, pretending that he was angry with Jordan- although in reality, he wanted to do the same thing to Y/N. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dean grit through his teeth as Jordan struggled to get back on his feet. 

"I- It's not what it looks like. She just- she got hot and asked me to-" Jordan scrambled, his face becoming extremely pale. 

Dean shot him a quick glare to shut him up, his chest puffing and then deflating over and over again. 

"You stupid son of a bitch," Dean chuckled, his face relaxing as he shook his head. 

Jordan stood perfectly still, looking as though he had seen a ghost. Jordan was likely confused and still trying to think of a justification for himself. 

"Dude, next time you drug a girl. Make sure her brother isn't here." Dean scolded playfully, walking over to her, and looking back at Jordan. 

Jordan quickly nodded his head and made a run for it, not even bothering to say another word. 

"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay, I'm here." Dean turned his attention to Y/N. 

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed together as Dean stroked the hair out of her face. 

"Dean?" Y/N asked quietly, her eyes opening for a split second. 

Dean confirmed and watched as her face relaxed, and then decided to work on getting her redressed. He placed himself in front of her, bending at the knees so that he could pull her underwear back up. 

Dean licked his lips at the sight of her bare pussy right in front of him, knowing that he could turn around, lock the door, and take her right there. 

But he didn't. He pulled her panties up her legs and pulled her skirt down so that it was back in its original place. Dean found her shoes and placed them on her feet, then he helped her sit up. 

Y/N was so out of it, her eyes rolling back into her head after every attempt to open them. Dean noticed her face as it scrunched up, the poor girl looked terrified. 

"Hey, hey. It's okay, Y/N," Dean hushed her when her eyes became glossy and the tears began to fall down her cheeks. 

Dean helped her stand up, wrapping an arm around her to make sure she was balanced. Y/N held on to him tightly, not saying a word as she barely managed to walk out of the house and back to the Impala. 

Dean helped Y/N to get situated in the front seat, buckling her in as she drifted in and out of consciousness. He knew that soon enough she was going to sleep and that she wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"I don't think I like parties anymore," Y/N mumbled as soon as Dean began driving. 

"Yeah, I think I'll just go by myself next time," Dean told her, chuckling lightly, and instinctively rested his hand on her thigh. 

Y/N pushed Dean's hand away with as much force as she could muster up and Dean cleared his throat, realizing how uncomfortable that might have been for her. 

"Sorry," Dean muttered, resting his hand on his own thigh.

"He was touching me there," Y/N managed to say and Dean nodded his head. "I don't like him, Dean."  

Dean looked over to see Y/N pouting her bottom lip and her nose scrunched, her eyes closed shut as she rambled on like your local drunk. 

"I'm not his biggest fan either," Dean chuckled and focused on driving. Much to his surprise, Y/N still hadn't passed the fuck out as she continued to talk. 

"He was going to touch me right there," Y/N forced out of her lips, barely able to pick her hand up and point it towards her crotch. 

"I know, sweetheart," Dean said, looking over to see her small gesture. 

Dean raised an eyebrow as she chuckled lightly, her lips curling into a small smile. It was almost adorable to see her like this, out of it- almost like she was drunk. And for once, Y/N actually seemed happy. 

It confused Dean, surely Y/N couldn't be happy about the events prior to leaving. Maybe, she really did ask for it. Maybe, she had previous experiences that would make her want to do so. 

"Have you ever been touched there?" Dean asked, curiosity getting the best of him- he knew that Y/N would answer truthfully in this state.

"Mhm," Y/N nodded her head, a light smile spread across her face. Dean continued to raise his eyebrow and immediately became concerned.

"With who, Y/N?" Dean asked in a commanding tone and she frowned at how aggressive he had become in such little time. 

Y/N didn't have any friends and she barely left the motel. Moving from town to town, motel to motel, there wasn't any constant person in her life. 

Either she wasn't as precious as Dean thought she was, whoring around and sneaking out, or she had a relationship with someone in a random town- but surely she wouldn't be happy about leaving them... Why was she smiling?

"I can't tell you," Y/N said simply, frowning and shrugging her shoulders, letting her eyes close shut as her head fell back. 

Y/N's head snapped back up and it was evident that she was trying to fight the drug as much as she could. 

"Why not?" Dean asked defensively, not sure why Y/N wouldn't give the information that he needed to know now. 

"Daddy says it's our secret," She giggled, not even realizing that the name had slipped her tongue unintentionally. 

"Get some rest, Y/N," Dean growled, clenching his fists around the steering wheel- so much so that it was giving him white knuckles.

Dean knew that she was telling the truth- he knew that she couldn't tell him anything but the truth. The truth was much more sinister than anything he had ever dreamt of, all of the pieces connecting in his mind. 

How could he not have seen it? How could he have not found it weird that John pulled her out of school but not anyone else? How could he not see that she was obviously his favorite? How could he not have seen all of the signs that connected him to her? 

How long had it been happening? How young was she when it first happened? Did Sam know too? There were so many questions that Dean had no way of knowing the answer to.

It made Dean angry. He wasn't sure if he was angry that he wasn't included or angry that John could do those things to her- the things that Dean wanted to do to her. 

It made him angry that Y/N seemed so okay with it. She giggled when she told Dean and it made his skin crawl. It's not something that she's supposed to be okay with. It's not something John was supposed to be okay with. With Dean understanding how naive she was, Dean knew that John was most definitely the one who initiated it. 

Then again, Dean was having the same feelings. Maybe he was having even worse feelings. Dean's mind then generated this situation as a possibility. 

Even though he was angry with John for taking advantage of Y/N, Dean also knew that this might be the only chance he's had in a while. 

And with this new information, it pegged an even bigger question. If Y/N could see her own father in that way, then could she want Dean in the same way? Did she even know that it was wrong?

•••

The anger stayed with Dean the entire ride home. All of those damn unanswered questions had Dean's throat hitched for the rest of the car ride. 

Y/N was far past the point of waking up and Dean silently cursed at himself for telling her to go to sleep. He needed to know everything, especially because chances were, she wasn't going to remember anything in the morning.

Y/N wouldn't remember the majority of the party. She wouldn't remember Jordan's hands on her body or how he took her panties off. She wouldn't remember that she accidentally told her biggest secret. 

Dean was angry and on top of that- he was sexually frustrated. He didn't get to screw the redhead into oblivion like he wanted to and to add onto it, he was battling morally with himself for finding his little sister so attractive. 

Dean had his chance. He had his chance when he saw Y/N in the room fighting consciousness. He had his chance when he laid her down on the motel bed and he knew she was asleep. But as much as Dean's mind twisted into the darkest places, he couldn't take advantage of her like that. 

Dean wanted Y/N to want him. He wanted her to scream his name and come undone around his cock- only for her to endure multiple more orgasms by the time he finally chose to cum inside of her. 

Dean wanted for Y/N to remember how perfectly he filled her, how they fit together like a puzzle piece- how they were made for each other.

Although Dean was angry and hurt about the news, he was also excited. This information opened up endless possibilities for him and they all ended with Y/N. In the best-case scenario, he wouldn't have to fight the feeling anymore. 

Dean would no longer have to go to the bar and find someone who looked like Y/N. He wouldn't have to drink to the point where he couldn't make out their facial features so that he could imagine Y/N in their place. He wouldn't have to suppress screaming Y/N's name every time he came inside some random girl he'd never see again. Y/N could make Dean whole. 

Instead of fucking Y/N all night, knowing that she wouldn't remember, Dean decided to admire her. She was sprawled out on the bed, still in her clothes from the party, and she was sleeping peacefully on her back. 

Y/N looked so pretty, so perfect, and Dean couldn't deny that he enjoyed undressing her more than he should have. It was innocent and she needed to change, but he couldn't help but imagine that it was real. 

Dean wanted it to be real, he wanted to undress Y/N for larger purposes, but undressing her like this would satisfy the itch. 

Dean worked on first getting her sandals off, neatly placing them by her bag so she'd know where they were in the morning. Then he moved to her skirt, gently sliding the fabric down her thighs and taking his time. 

Dean laid his hands flat on Y/N's thighs as he made the decision to keep her panties on. Seeing her like this was hard enough, and he knew that if he saw her fully undressed there was a possibility he wouldn't have the mental fortitude to hold back. 

Dean didn't bother finding shorts for Y/N or pajama pants. Dean knew she often slept with just a shirt to cover her bottom half. 

Once Dean had snapped out of admiring how soft her skin was, he began to work on her shirt next. He gently ran his hands under her shirt, bringing the material up just above her breasts. 

Y/N's skin prickled with the cool air touching her torso and even though she was wearing a bra, Dean could only imagine how hard her nipples were. When her shirt was completely off, he reached under her and unclasped the basic black bra, licking his lips when he guided the straps down her arms. 

There she was, sleeping ever so peacefully in just her panties. Dean was practically salivating at the way she looked. 

Y/N's nipples were hard, just as Dean expected, and it was all Dean could keep his eyes on. Her chest moved up and down with each breath, taunting Dean as it brought her closer to him. 

Dean couldn't help himself when his fingers reached down and pinched her nipples. Even the slight touch of her intimately sent an electric pulse through his veins. 

Dean continued to play around and did his best to be extremely careful, even though he knew that Y/N wasn't going to wake up. His hands cupped her breasts. They felt like puzzle pieces because of how perfect she felt in his embrace- she felt like she was made to be touched by Dean. 

The slight jiggle when Dean moved his hands sideways made his jeans tighten up yet again, but this time he didn't have any interruptions. He palmed at his erection, keeping a hand on one of Y/N's breasts and tweaking her nipple to keep it hardened. 

Dean didn't want to fuck her like this because he wanted her to feel special and wanted, but he couldn't deny that the more he stared at her- the more his bulge grew in its confinements. 

Dean quickly undid the button on his jeans and slid the blue fabric down his legs, hoping that it would offer him some sort of relief. His breath was shaky when he knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of Y/N's perfect body. 

Dean felt wrong for reaching into his boxers and indulging himself above her, but it was the only relief he could think of without fucking Y/N until the sun came up. His free hand landed on her chest and began to grope her breast again whilst his other hand stroked himself in his boxers. 

Dean watched Y/N's lips part with every breath in, imagining what it would feel like to have her sucking him with them. He wondered how soft and pillowy her lips would feel around his cock, how wet and warm her tongue would feel on the bottom side of his shaft, how good her throat would look when his dick prodded through the thin skin. 

Dean found himself stroking harder, more needily, and his boxers slightly pushed down his thighs. As Dean thought about all of the things he wanted to do to her, he felt the rubber band inside of him snap. 

Dean hadn't cum that fast since he first started fucking girls, spilling white ropes across Y/N's perfect chest, and leaving him in a state of euphoria as he marveled at her. She looked so pretty with his cum all over her and Dean couldn't deny his shame in not feeling guilty about it. 

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Teaser

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

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

Warning(s): This story contains dub-con, use of drugs (otherwise alcohol), incest, and lots and lots of manipulation. The reader in this story is a victim of all four, starting off with manipulation. Please do not read if any of the above makes you feel uncomfortable.

W/C: 1.8k+

A/N: Little teaser/background

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Growing up as a Winchester was definitely an experience. Sammy was your twin, no matter how different you guys looked- it was DNA, and science didn't lie. As the baby of the family and everybody's prized possession, you were heavily guarded. 

You weren't allowed to hunt or go places without your father or your brothers, but a part of you didn't mind. They were all you knew and you were okay with that. You were taught to be okay with that. You didn't know that you shouldn't be okay with that. 

School was out of the question too. After being passed around from school to school, John decided that you were too smart. Too smart for his liking, because he knew that if you stayed it would eventually ruin your innocence- he hated the idea that you might want to leave one day. 

John couldn't bear the thought of his little girl figuring out that there was a life outside of family, so he went out of his way to make sure you knew that family was all you'd ever have. He knew you didn't know any better, and school would ruin how naive and willing you were. 

John didn't think it was useful anymore either, because at every school you went to you would sit in a classroom for eight hours, relearning things that you already knew, you were wasting away. The only reason he allowed you to go for so long was because he didn't want you hunting, and if you weren't going to hunt then you were going to sit at the motel all day. When the time came around, he pulled the trigger on the whole school idea. 

Honestly, it was a relief. You liked school some of the time, but there wasn't a thing that they were going to teach you that you didn't already know. You would have much rather stayed at home and read books, and gain real-world knowledge. 

Learning about creatures that most believed to be fictional was much more entertaining than writing papers about books you had already read three times over. 

You wanted to stay at home with John too, you felt like you rarely got to see him. He was always on hunts and when he wasn't, you were in school desperately waiting for when the bell rang and you could go see him. 

Still, you wished you could be with Sam, he was your best friend and the only person who could read you, but it wasn't really your choice anymore. 

As for Sam, he fought the idea of going to school without you. He didn't understand why he was different than you. He didn't understand why John favored you over him. 

Sam was just as smart and he was a good hunter, if anything he should have been the one to be pulled out of school. You barely knew how to hold a gun and John went to extremes to make sure that you never had to learn. 

Overall, Sam was much more of an asset, so why did John choose you? Sam never understood. And with being the middle child, Sam always felt the least enamored- the least valuable. 

The only person who made him feel important was you, seemingly the only person who loved him no matter how differently he looked at the world. Sam didn't want you to turn on him, he didn't want you to look at him the way that Dean and John did. 

Dean was indifferent, he understood both John and Sam, but he only kept his best interests in mind. Often, Dean would skip out on school, whether it was for girls or to go on hunts with John, so he didn't see school as a necessity. 

But Dean also knew where Sam was coming from. You were his sister, his twin, Dean knew that Sam could barely spend an hour apart from you- much less an entire school day. Even if he cared for Sam's side more, Dean knew there was no point in putting up a fight. John called the shots- even when he was away on a hunt. 

However, Dean didn't care for Sam's side more. Much like John, he saw your potential, he saw how smart you were and he wanted to do as much as he could to protect you. His views about keeping you out of school were much different than John's. 

Dean didn't even know the real reason behind John's decision or how twisted it was, he didn't care if you knew that there was a real life out there, but he also didn't mind being able to keep you away from all of the evil that the world possessed. 

Plus, you could help research while they were on hunts. Dean figured it was a win-win, surely you didn't like school anyway.

So, for most of your days, you sat in the motel. Occasionally, you got the pleasure of a new book to read. You wrote down notes about creatures and helped John with his notebook, filling in blanks and correcting everything that he thought he knew. 

When it came down to it, you were the most prepared for anything because you knew exactly what to do if you were ever in a tricky situation with the supernatural. But deep down, you knew you would never get the opportunity to. 

Sure, it made you frustrated- all you wanted to do was help, but everyone, even Sam, insisted that you stayed home when everyone else went hunting. 

The days got lonely from being alone, sometimes you wished you were at school with Sammy and sometimes you wished you were hunting with John and Dean, but all you got to do was stay sheltered. 

By the time senior year came around, you were allowed some freedoms- freedoms you didn't even know were possible. Who would have thought that people had gatherings with their 'friends'? Those were called parties. 

Thanks to Sam and Dean, finding it odd how John never let you leave, you were allowed to go out. Of course, you had to go with one of the three Winchesters, but it still beat sitting in a motel room all alone. 

Dean brought out your rebellious side, which John wasn't too pleased about, teaching you several things like how to drink beer correctly and not get sick- as if it were a lesson. 

Sam taught you things too. He taught you that you could have an opinion, you didn't always have to listen to what everybody said or told you to do, and he always encouraged you to be your own person. 

John didn't like that either. In his mind, he wanted you to stay his baby forever. 

Rebellions would lead to chaos. Having your own opinion would lead to chaos. John wanted none of the above. 

John wanted you safe, he wanted you to be a good little soldier much like Dean was- just in a very different way. He wanted you to do as you were told and to be happy with doing so. He wanted for you to stay at home, wherever that was so that you were safe from all of the outside troubles. 

And most importantly, John wanted you to trust him with your life. And you did. He was your father and he was never wrong about anything in your eyes. He had programmed you that way. 

So, you did as you were told and you never questioned anything, because why would he ever do anything that might hurt you?

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Dean's POV (Ch. 4)

Dean was a mixture of angry and confused but above all that, he was scared. Sam hadn't said anything about catching Dean kissing his baby sister and Dean wasn't sure if he wanted that conversation to occur or not. 

Dean wasn't sure if Sam would be upset or angry with him, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to figure that out. There was the possibility that maybe Sam thought that Dean had forced himself onto her, but Dean could deal with Sam. Dean, however, wasn't sure if he could handle the wrath of John if he ever found out.

Sam said he didn't care, he didn't even seem too fazed by the entire scene in general, but there was no telling how Sam actually felt. 

It could be that Sam said what he said only so that he could get Dean and Y/N to leave the party. Maybe Sam didn't actually mean it. Maybe he was bottling up his emotions, upset for Y/N, maybe he even wanted to kill Dean, but he was hard to read. 

Sam was always good at hiding his emotions, all except around Y/N, and nobody really knew how to get through to him. Dean didn't know if he should have left it up in the air, or if Sam was even worried about it in the first place, but Dean felt guilty and he had to stop the truth from reaching John.

John would kill Dean if he were the one to have caught him. Pressing Y/N against the wall, towering over her body, kissing her until his lips went numb, touching all parts of her body with his large hands. John would lose his cool, and Dean was absolutely sure of it. 

John would probably scold him for the rest of eternity, tell him how bad of a brother he was- say that he took advantage of her, and Dean couldn't afford anything but praise from John. 

Dean had always been the best under pressure, his reflexes were arguably even better than John's, he was the better investigator, the better everything when it came to hunting. That's the way that John had raised him. 

John wanted Dean to be like him. Be a hunter. Risk his life every day for the wellbeing of others. And Dean was exactly that. If John ever found out about what Sam saw, Dean was afraid that he would never be looked at the same again. 

But, what about John?  Where had John been for the past hour? Y/N wasn't home and she's the one who rode with him in the truck. 

Y/N was the one who accidentally told Dean, and although he didn't have much information, he knew that something was going on between the two of them. 

Was John hurting her? Did Y/N tell him about what Dean had done? Did she know that it wasn't normal to be with your father like that? It wasn't right and as much as Dean's perverted mind wanted for her to stay so innocently unaware, she needed to know the truth. 

That started with coming clean to Sam. 

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Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Masterlist

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

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

Warning(s): This story contains dub-con, some noncon elements, drugged!reader, use of drugs (otherwise alcohol), incest, and lots and lots of manipulation. The reader in this story is a victim of all four, starting off with manipulation. Please do not read if any of the above makes you feel uncomfortable.

W/C: 35k+ split into nine different parts

A/N: I believe I started writing this story in 2020 and I've just finally finished it 😅 I'll probably post a part or two a week as it's fully finished and sitting in my drafts :)

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Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

FINALE

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Confessions (Dean x Reader)

Summary: When Y/N starts having some odd feelings, she turns to her religion to find the answers.

Pairing(s): Priest!Dean x Reader

Warning(s): dubcon, dark!dean, coercion, innocent!reader, religious/Christian themes, masturbation, manipulation, thoughts of p in v + creampie

W/C: 3.3k+

A/N: Short (for me) and sweet. 

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Dean had a love-hate relationship when confessions rolled around. He loved it because it was interesting to him quite frankly. He hated it because he enjoyed it for all the wrong reasons. 

Dean enjoyed listening to people's problems, especially church members whom he rarely had the chance to converse personally with. He liked knowing what plagued their minds, and how they thought about the issues that they ran into. It brought Dean comfort to be reminded that he was not the only person who was a little messed up.

Dean himself confessed often too. Every week he would confess that he enjoyed listening to other people's confessions, and it soon turned into an endless cycle. He always confessed his sins, committed them afterward, and then confessed again.

It wasn't very often that Dean spent less than an hour in that tiny box, but today was different. Nobody showed up. Not his regulars who came in every single week- not even his regulars who asked to confess multiple times a day. 

After thirty minutes or so, Dean decided that it was appropriate to lock the shop up. He stood up,  straightened the creases in his pants, and went to open the door. 

Dean was surprised to see Y/N sitting on the bench just in front of the confession box. When their eyes met, it was clear to Dean that Y/N was just as surprised- only in a much different way.

"I'm so sorry, Father Dean," Y/N looked up at Dean with wide eyes, very similar to that of a deer in front of headlights. 

"Sorry for what, Y/N?" Dean could tell she was scared, so he did his best to ask her softly. He wanted her to feel that she could come to him for any reason. 

"I've just been sitting here," Y/N raked her fingernails up and down her arm, looking down as she answered.

"And what's so wrong with sitting here? Not comfortable enough?" Dean chuckled as he stepped a bit closer to the young girl. 

"Because I haven't confessed yet. I can't bring myself to do it." Y/N sighed, looking at Dean as he decided to take a seat next to her. 

"Are you scared?" Dean asked though it wasn't necessary, and she nodded her head. "When I was your age, I had a hard time going to confessions too."

"Really?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed. 

"Of course," Dean replied, finding a small amount of humor in her shocked expression. "I haven't met a single person who hasn't been nervous at least once before confessions."

Y/N nodded her head slowly as Dean clasped his hands in his lap. He watched her face as it calculated his words, and wondered to himself what was going on through her brain. 

Quiet was the only word that came to mind when Dean thought about Y/N. He knew her father and though Dean considered him a decent man, Dean knew how hard he was on her. It was something that her father always mentioned in confessions because he felt guilty for being so strict. 

Y/N was very clearly affected by this. Even though she was an adult, she always listened to her parents, she got good grades at her community college, and she always attended church and all of its events. When she went to confession, she very rarely had anything to say. The worst Dean had heard from her was that she stayed out five minutes later than her father's predetermined curfew.

With that in mind, Dean was dying to know what she was planning to confess to him today. 

"Do you want to talk about it, Y/N?" Dean asked and watched as she contemplated his offer. "If it makes you feel better, I can go back into the box and you can join me."

Nodding her head at the proposal, Dean stood up. Y/N followed suit as Dean got into the box, closing the door behind him whilst he waited for her to get settled on the other side. 

"Whenever you're ready, Y/N. There's no need to rush." Dean did his best to comfort her, empathizing with the fact that sometimes big confessions weren't so easy.

"Thank you, Father," Y/N hummed quietly. After a few seconds, she spoke up again, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been one week since my last confession."

"Would you like to start with a prayer?" Dean asked and once she answered, they preyed together for a few minutes before beginning. 

"I don't know how to say this," Y/N admitted once she began. 

"Well, luckily for you, that's pretty normal," Dean comforted her. "Oftentimes our thoughts are hard to put into words, but I'm here to guide you. What's on your mind?"

"I've been feeling... weird. I don't even know how to explain it." Y/N went quiet again. It was as if she were too afraid to say the wrong thing. 

"Would you mind describing the feeling to me?" 

"It's been happening for a while now. At first, it only happened at night when I tried to fall asleep, but now it's happening throughout the day." Y/N explained and Dean nodded to himself. 

"How long would you say you've had this feeling?"

"A few months probably,"

"And when you get this feeling, does it make you feel bad?" Dean questioned. He combed through his thoughts, not even close to sure what she could possibly be talking about. 

"Sort of," Y/N answered before taking a few seconds to think. "I think it feels good, but I feel guilty because it feels like sinning."

"What are you thinking of when you get these feelings?" Arching his brow as he pondered, Dean seemed to be at a complete loss. At first, his mind went to dark places, but then he remembered who he was talking to. 

"Everything, really. Mostly classmates but sometimes also church members. It depends on the day." 

"So, when you think of these people, what do you think?"

"I think about..." Y/N paused, seemingly too afraid to admit her thoughts. "I think about being with them."

"Oh," Dean answered softly. "Well, that's okay, Y/N. It's not uncommon for people your age to begin wondering who they will marry eventually."

"I don't think about marrying them, Father," Y/N sounded down as she spoke. 

"What do you think about then?" Dean blindly asked.

"I think about them touching me," Y/N hesitated, sighing uncomfortably through her admission. 

"Touching you how?" Dean's eyes went wide as his expression remained soft. Never in a million years did Dean think Y/N could ever be capable of thoughts like that. 

"Just... touching me. I don't know how to explain it." Y/N reiterated. 

Dean didn't know why his body reacted the way it did, but he could almost instantly feel his cock stir to life. He cursed at himself under his breath, knowing how inappropriate the timing was. 

It wasn't that Dean didn't find her attractive, because she was quite frankly one of the most objectively beautiful people that Dean had ever seen. It was that Dean had never seen her in that way. In his mind, she was like a family member to him, so it was confusing to feel what he was feeling at that moment. 

"Have I done something wrong, Father?" Y/N asked after a few moments of silence. 

"No, no, of course not," Dean cleared his throat as he straightened up in his seat. "I just needed a few moments to process."

"Oh, okay," Y/N sounded discouraged as Dean tried his best to think of what to say. 

"So, when you think of others touching you, how do you imagine they touch you?" Dean asked for clarity, again cursing himself at the reaction it caused in his boxers. 

"Like, just rubbing my arm or maybe running their fingers through my hair. I know how weird it sounds."

"It's not weird at all, Y/N." Dean sighed in relief, grateful that he wouldn't be having the uncomfortable conversation he originally thought would unfold. "What is the feeling that you have?"

"I feel butterflies in my stomach," Y/N answered. "I never thought it was a real thing, I thought it was just something that happened in the movies."

"Is it only certain people who give you these butterflies?" Dean inquired.

"Yes. It happens a lot when I think about Tommy. And when I think about Mike. And John. And sometimes even you." Y/N took a brief pause as Dean's eyes nearly fell out of his head. "I don't know why it feels so bad to enjoy these thoughts. It feels like I'm doing something wrong."

"I don't think it's a bad thing to feel, and maybe you're mistaking those butterflies for comfort," Dean explained, thinking of an example to give her. "It brings me comfort to think of embracing my loved ones."

"I don't think it's comfort, Father. It feels uncomfortable when it happens."

"But you enjoy the feeling?" Dean probed, realizing that maybe he didn't understand. Y/N hummed her agreeance. "What part of it makes you feel uncomfortable?"

"Because it's not only in my stomach," She answered.

Dean's face scrunched in confusion before his mouth dropped, finally registering her words. Feeling a pulse, his body reacted more and more to her words. He used his palm to press down on his steadily growing erection, hoping to suppress the untimely pleasure that he was experiencing.

"Father Dean?" Y/N questioned and Dean realized that he, once again, forgot to reply. 

"Sorry, Y/N," Dean cleared his throat again. 

Sighing as he softly placed his head back against the thin wall, Dean realized that the palm pressed against his crotch was doing the exact opposite of what it was meant to. He couldn't believe how good it felt to touch himself, regardless of whether or not that was what he intended to do. 

"Where else is this feeling?" Dean felt half guilty for asking but soon justified that it was only part of his job to ask. 

"It's lower... I don't want to say where." Y/N was clearly too embarrassed to clarify.

"This feeling is actually quite normal, Y/N," Dean reassured the young girl, shutting his eyes tight as his erection only grew. "It happens to almost every single one of us. In fact, it usually happens to others a lot younger than it happened to you."

"Really?" Y/N chuckled softly in relief. "I thought I was the only one."

"Definitely not," Dean nodded his head.

Dean removed his hand that was pressed against his aching member, deciding it was best to leave it alone. But after a few moments of no pressure, it was almost too painful to leave alone. Dean hadn't felt this way in a very long time. He felt like an unfortunately horny teenage boy about to give a presentation to his class. 

"How do I fix it?" Y/N asked as Dean dealt with his own demons. "I've tried to stop thinking about it, but I just can't. I don't know what to do."

"Have you tried focusing on something else?" Dean asked as he decided that it was too overbearing to leave himself untouched. He reasoned that he was only touching himself so that he could continue to do his job properly and that he wasn't going to get off with Y/N next door. 

"Yes, Father. But now I think about it all of the time. It's like a sickness that I just can't shake off." 

Dean could obviously relate to her, especially when he considered that this was the first time she was experiencing being horny. 

"And when it makes you uncomfortable, how do you help yourself?" Dean was in uncharted waters. 

He had never had this conversation with a woman during confession and wasn't entirely sure what to say. Usually, he'd tell the young men going through puberty to sort themselves out and they'd understand, but he knew that it could sometimes be more complicated for women. 

"I sometimes try to touch myself but I feel... gross," Y/N hesitated, sounding disappointed in herself. 

"How do you feel gross?" Dean asked, his cock now screaming to be taken out of his boxers. 

"I just feel dirty, Father. Like I am evil for enjoying it." She admitted.

Dean realized that he was unconsciously rubbing his palm over his cock and that he was only making it worse. 

"Have you ever... gotten off?" Dean wasn't sure why he asked. 

It was like all of his impulsive thoughts had taken over his mind and body. As Dean mindlessly did his best to unbutton his pants, he went back and forth between feeling guilty and reasoning with his actions. 

"I don't know how," Y/N answered after a few seconds, causing Dean's entire body to shiver. 

Dean's body confused him as he impulsively thought of Y/N touching herself. He had never once imagined her in this situation, much less even thought of her in a sexual manner, so he wasn't quite sure why she was eliciting this reaction from him. 

"Have you ever actually tried before?" Dean was no longer justifying himself in his mind. 

His hand had a mind of its own and all feelings of guilt were pushed aside as he reached into his boxers, fully prepared to ask Y/N whatever he needed to in order to get off. 

"I always start and then I stop. It feels like God is watching me." Dean could practically feel her regret as he slowly stroked his cock. 

"What do you do when you touch yourself?" Dean continued to stroke his throbbing member as slowly as he could so that she wouldn't be able to hear him. 

"I usually start by feeling myself through my clothes," Y/N admitted with little resistance. "And I've tried touching down there but... I can't do it."

"What's stopping you? Because it makes you feel gross?" Dean probed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked down at his rock-solid member. Y/N hummed in agreeance. 

Dean knew that he should have ended the session as soon as he got a hard-on. He knew that it wasn't too late to end it even now but for whatever twisted reason, he didn't want to. Plus, again, to justify his actions, Y/N clearly needed help. 

"Well," Dean hesitated, knowing how incredibly immoral his next sentence was going to be. "Why don't you try it with somebody you trust?"

"Like you, Father?" Y/N inquired and Dean felt his heart race.

"I can try to make you feel more comfortable experiencing those thoughts. Then you can go home and try to finish the job." Dean stroked his cock a bit faster, still trying his best to be as quiet as possible. 

"Right now?" Y/N questioned again and Dean did his best to fight back a groan at the sound of her voice. 

"If you want," Dean placed the ball in her court, hoping that she would agree. He figured she had no idea how screwed up his request was. 

"Oh- okay," Y/N hesitated before answering. 

"Are you ready?" Dean asked, going slower with his hand. Y/N purred a positive reply as Dean heard her shift around. "I want you to close your eyes and think about somebody touching you."

"Mhm," Y/N answered, before continuing on. "Can I... can I imagine you?"

It took Dean by surprise and further instilled his belief that she had no idea how wrong this was. Dean figured that her father must have never taught her about sex. The idea of Y/N going home to touch herself at the thought of Dean made him nearly burst. 

"Of course," Dean threw his head back, biting his lip as he choked on a moan. "Now, where am I touching you?" Dean asked, feeling as his proximity to finishing got closer. 

"All over, Father Dean," Y/N answered in a hushed voice. 

"More specific, Y/N," Dean directed her on.

"You're touching my breasts," Y/N replied and Dean's cock throbbed in his hand in return. 

"And how does that make you feel?" 

"It makes me feel really good," She hummed. 

Dean could sense that she was getting more comfortable as they continued talking, and Dean wasn't about to stop now anyway. 

"And if I were to start touching you lower, how would that make you feel?" Dean stroked his cock faster, not sure how much longer he could take without climaxing. 

"I think it would feel good," Y/N answered.

Y/N obviously wasn't very experienced and the somewhat naive state that she was in seemed to turn Dean on even more. He wanted to be the first to show her the ropes, but he didn't want to scare her away or reveal their secrets to the church. 

As much as Dean wanted to take her right then and there, he knew he had to be smart about it. Dean knew he would have to take his time with Y/N because not only did she deserve that, he also couldn't afford to lose his job. 

"Why don't you go home with that, and come see me again in my office soon? We will work through this and I will help you through every single step of the way." Dean wanted to sound reassuring to ensure that Y/N would go and find him later. 

"Yes, of course, Father Dean," Y/N complied. "Thank you so much." 

As far as Dean could tell, she sounded excited or perhaps more hopeful than she was when the session started. However, Dean was fully aware that it could be the product of his horny mind distorting her tone into a more positive one. 

Dean sat still for a second, waiting to hear her leave the confession box. Once he heard the door open and close, he began to pump himself in his hand again.

Dean had never given the time of day to think about Y/N in this manner. Now that he was, the thought of touching her all over made him feel incredibly horny. 

He imagined grabbing Y/N's breasts as she described, then dipping his fingers into her panties only to find a warm, wet cunt. Dean imagined the sounds she would make- how it would take all of his efforts not to cum just by the sound of her whines.

Dean could practically feel how tight she would be and could even hear the noises that he imagined she would make once he finally buried himself inside of her. He wrapped his hand even tighter around his cock, trying to replicate the feeling of her slick walls around him. 

He then imagined what she would sound like when she called his name and wondered if she would be loud or quiet when he began to slam himself inside of her. Dean thought that she'd try to be quiet at first, as she was often a very reserved woman, but he figured that he would have her screaming after only a few seconds. 

Imagining watching himself slide into her over and over again, Dean then pictured himself using his free thumb to rub soft circles over her clit. He then began to feel the way that Y/N's body reacted to his touch, clenching around him as she got closer to her own climax. 

As Dean continued to iron out the details with his eyes closed, he replayed the scene of Y/N cumming all over his cock over and over again, wanting to cum in sync with her. 

When Dean finally figured out exactly how he wanted Y/N to sound and imagined her wrapping her legs around his body, pulling him even deeper, he felt the band inside of him finally snap. 

Dean swallowed his moans, tensing his entire body as he continued to pump himself feverishly. As he rode out his climax, he imagined slowly pumping into her as they both came, kissing one another passionately in his mind as they began to feel a euphoria wash over them. 

Whilst Dean recuperated from the most intense orgasm he'd experienced in a while, he laid his head against the wall. All he could think about was how excited he was to begin his newfound journey with Y/N.

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Ransom (Geralt x Reader)

Consensual Version fluff, desperate!geralt,

Noncon Version super desperate!geralt, dubcon turned noncon

King Bryce, the father of Princess Y/N, wants to marry her off to an enemy in an attempt to reconcile the relationship between the two kingdoms. Geralt of Rivia makes his appearance in perfect timing and Y/N promises to pay him handsomely for holding her as 'ransom'. 

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Ransom (Geralt x Reader)

Summary: King Bryce, the father of Princess Y/N, wants to marry her off to an enemy in an attempt to reconcile the relationship between the two kingdoms. Geralt of Rivia makes his appearance in perfect timing and Y/N promises to pay him handsomely for holding her as 'ransom'. 

Pairing(s): Dark!Geralt x Princess!Reader, OC!Lyd x Geralt x OC!Rosni (mentioned, but not explicitly)

Warning(s): dubcon turned noncon, angst, blood, p in v, desperate!geralt, praise, biting, creampie, reader does enjoy herself

A/N: There is a consensual version of this story linked if would you prefer that. This is the first I've written for Geralt. I like it, I hope you do too! ;) p.s. I know that Witchers not feeling emotions is not accurate lol.

W/C: 6.4k+

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"Hm," The low hum of Geralt's voice filled your ears. While it was one of the few words you have gotten him to say over the course of the past week, if you could even call that a word, you were happy to have your remarks validated nonetheless. 

You walked on the snowy dirt road next to Roach, treading a little bit behind as the horse was much faster. Geralt was adverse to you walking at first, but you had managed to convince him that it would warm your freezing bones. 

Geralt's eyes traveled back to where you were every few minutes, you assumed to make sure you were still there, yet barely acknowledged any of the words you spoke. 

You had learned that this was simply who he was over the past few weeks of traveling with him. And you had also learned to be quiet. This allowed you to enjoy and appreciate the serene atmosphere in silence, which was difficult at first and much different than the lively setting at the castle you call your home. 

You missed your kingdom. You missed the warmth and your clothes, the maids and the dances, but most of all, you missed your father. You never wanted to let him down or make him disappointed, because he was the only person who truly understood the pain of missing your mother. On top of all of that, he loved you more than anyone ever could. 

You knew your father wouldn't understand your dislike for Prince Loren. He was a handsome young man, yet only you could see his arrogance and lack of concern for anyone but himself. So, Geralt was your only option. 

You knew witchers preferred to be paid in gold in return for their bravery, and luckily you had more than enough. You also knew that even though this wasn't necessarily a common task for a witcher, no monster was worth the amount of gold you were willing to pay Geralt for holding you as ransom. 

Your father did not know you devised the plan and he had no clue that Geralt played a part in any of it. Both you and Geralt were free of any accountability and you could both walk away happily. 

You cut your arm as you went, leaving a trail of blood out of your window which was on the second story. You drafted the letter before you left, listing the price of the ransom. You had claimed to be a very powerful force in Prince Loren's kingdom who would, at any cost, kill you if you had stepped foot into the kingdom. 

Listing a bunch of random but reasonable motivations for your own death, you wrote a date to meet two odd months later. Then, you sealed the letter with a stamp you had borrowed from one of Prince Loren's guards. 

You knew your father would pay whatever price he could to have you back. And you figured that it would be a good chance to explore the world on your own without the weight of being a princess.

Now, three weeks later, you could feel the lack of food and mead in your stomach. Your clothes seemed to fit looser from the lack of calories and the constant travel, your feet ached and your shoes were almost completely worn. In addition to your troubles, your company was less than pleasant to be around. 

Your dream of traveling didn't take long to be unattainable, as you were still a princess and Geralt was very obviously a Witcher. You had stopped a few times, sometimes in the brush of a lush green forest and as the atmosphere got colder, you began to stay at a few inns. 

Geralt was antsy at the lack of hunting for monsters, but you did your best to remind him of the handsome pay he'd receive for measuring your safety. He seemed to be annoyed with you most days, but you assumed that was his normal demeanor. 

Luckily for you, there were women at nearly every stop, allowing Geralt to blow off steam and for you to have some time to yourself. 

The next stop was only a day's travel from the next, and as the sun dimmed you knew you were close to your destination. As the road became wider and easier to travel, you started to smell fires being burnt and saw houses lit with candlelight. 

"Where are we?" You asked Geralt, your voice slightly coarse from the cold air and the lack of use. 

"Gelibol," He answered curtly, carefully climbing off Roach. 

You knew more questions asked would not be answered, so you walked next to Geralt and grew more cheerful as you smelt food. The local inn was not hard to find and your stomach ached as you walked through the doors, leaving Geralt behind as he tied Roach up in a stable. 

"What can I get you, princess?" The bartender asked as you sat down. Your cheeks grew red and your heartbeat fastened as you realized you were recognized, but you still attempted to play it off. 

"Princess?" You asked coyly, with a small yet nervous smile on your face. 

"Just something I like to call pretty ladies who walk into my bar," He said with a thick accent, winking at you as you sighed in relief. 

He was handsome, light facial hair, and he didn't smell horrid. If he were dressed properly, he could surely pass as a nobleman. 

"I'll take two of whatever ale you've got," You gave him a small smile.

As he walked away, you glanced across the room, tactfully avoiding any eye contact between yourself and anyone looking in your direction. Of course, the inn was full of men and very few women- all of whom nearly had their breasts spilling out of their corsets. 

Your ale was brought to you and you placed one at the bar seat next to yours as a way to claim it. You didn't have to turn around to understand the silence that took over the inn, knowing that Geralt had made his entrance- his face sure to scare any living creature. 

The sound of his large body slamming down on the stool next to you would have scared you had you not already been used to it. Geralt didn't say a word as he completely downed his ale, signaling to the bartender for another. 

"This one yours?" The bartender looked at you, surely asking about Geralt. 

"She's with me," Geralt answered gruffly before you could speak. 

"I'm traveling with him. Needed a witcher to make sure I don't accidentally kill myself on my journey." You corrected Geralt, giving the bartender a small smile. 

"Didn't realize witchers did anything but stink and kill rotting monsters. This one doesn't smell as bad as the others," He placed down the ale in front of Geralt with a small smirk. Geralt chose to sip the ale rather than down it, glaring at the bartender over the rim. 

"We'll also need two rooms tonight." You announced. "And a bath drawn."

"I've got one room left and enough hot water for the both of you, but the witcher can make do on the sofa." The bartender answered and you nodded your head lightly. "I've also got a few women working tonight who have their own chambers if the gentleman is willing. We like to make sure our witchers get taken care of so that our creatures do as well. And I attend to the ladies before heading home to my wife." He winked at you. 

"Thank you, we'll take the room and the bath," You could tell that Geralt's low gruff was in tune with the idea of women at his disposal, and you chose not to comment at the bartender's last sentence. "And a few more ales."

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You didn't mind bathing with Geralt, so long as your backside was turned to him. All of your life you've had time to grow used to being indecent around many people, whether it was alterers or guards- the male gaze never seemed to faze you. 

You did however mind when there were two other women accompanying the witcher. You didn't like the fake laughs they gave or when they asked about the scars, you had heard the stories many times before through previous baths with other women. 

And somehow after every one of these baths, you felt a lot dirtier than you did before bathing. So, you tried to wash yourself as quickly as possible. 

Normally there'd be two rooms for the both of you, but unlike normal, these women had their own chambers for lustful men. You grunted as you climbed out of the bath, annoyed that the business could not have started in one of the women's rooms, and you quickly threw on your robe. 

"To bed, I assume?" Geralt asked as you tied your robe, the two women caressing his chest as you glanced over. 

"Not quite tired, might head down for another pint," You answered in a shrug, slipping your shoes on. 

"Don't," He replied and you rolled your eyes before turning back to him. 

"Geralt, have your fun. I'll be in bed before you've even got to the second one," You gave him a small smile and he grunted lowly. 

"I don't want you down there without me. It's not safe," He hummed, barely paying attention to the other women. 

"Why don't you join us, love? We could use more young, pretty women like you here," The brunette giggled and you scoffed at the idea. 

"She may be too elegant to join whores like us," The second woman joined in but giggled afterward as she returned her attention back to Geralt.

"You really think I'd make it?" You asked jokingly, feeling a strange form of pleasure from being doted on. 

"I think any man would pay a thousand coin just to watch you undress. Of course, you'd make it, love," The first woman commented. 

"I think the women in this town would hate their husbands if she were like us, Rosni. They'd never be home!" The second chimed in and they seemed to be in tune with one another. 

"Well, maybe I'll press my luck and begin my new career tonight," You joked and the women shrugged with small smiles on their faces. 

"No," Geralt chimed in. "No selling yourself and no men. It's not safe, Y/N." 

"I think the 'no men' rule is a little far, don't you think?" You crossed your arms, staring straight back into his glare. 

"Come on, we get by just fine don't we, Lyd? I'm sure Y/N would handle herself quite well." Ronsi spoke up and the other woman nodded. 

You were more than grateful for the women encouraging you, especially so against the witcher. You loved nothing more than winning an argument.

"Rosni and Lyd are still alive and well, I bet I could do the same," You smiled whilst agreeing. 

"I said no," Geralt reiterated, this time much quicker and sharper. 

"That's alright, then. I think I'd much rather receive than give. I don't reckon I'd make it in this line of work." It was partially a lie on your behalf. 

Men could rarely ever do the trick for you, most often you'd end up finishing yourself, but by the Gods, you were going to choose them rather than having those same men pay to have their way with you. 

"Lucky woman. Wish I could say the same, but I have my suspicions the witcher won't be a letdown." Rosni giggled as she turned her attention once again toward Geralt. 

"Sometimes, just sometimes, you get a treat like this man and you know you won't go to bed without satisfaction," Lyd doted on Geralt and you internally cringed at the thought of pleasuring a witcher, someone who knows little to nothing about human emotion. 

"You ladies sound like you're in for a fun night. My night will be just as fun but will rather consist of another ale and then a long rest," You gave a small smile, preparing for your exit. 

"You may have one," Geralt's voice rang around the room. "Then bed. And definitely no fucking innkeeper will attend to you."

"Of course, Witcher," You answered before leaving the room, hearing Geralt's grunt at the nickname. 

You knew Geralt would be too busy to even know whether or not you exceeded the limit he had set for you, there was no sense in arguing with him. 

•••

You had two ales just to spite Geralt, despite becoming completely exhausted halfway through the first. While the bartender became more and more handsome with every sip and you really did want to continue to spite the witcher, you found that your tiredness would overtake your attraction toward him. 

So, you made your way up to the room. The fire was lit and the small snowstorm tapped lightly on the outside of the window, your slight drunkenness made you feel even more at peace. The bed was warm and your belly was full, sleep was imminent and calling your name. 

You climbed into the warm and rather large bed, lying right in the center and wrapping all of the blankets around you. You hadn't gone to bed this satisfied in weeks.

It seemed as though you had only dozed off for ten minutes before you heard those familiar boot stomps on the bedroom floor. You didn't think to open your eyes, partially hoping that you were still dreaming, but large hands slid under your body jolting you awake. 

Before you could respond, you were lifted up as if you were a feather and pushed towards the right side of the bed. You landed softly and the covers were thrown onto you rather hastily. 

The bed dipped as the weight of a witcher began to sit beside you. Watching as Geralt toed off his boots and threw his tunic onto the floor, you felt as though you were wide awake again. 

"I thought they had their own chambers," You mumbled in annoyance and he grunted as a response. "Or I hoped that you would take the sofa, but I suppose this is fine."

"Go back to sleep," Geralt climbed under the comforter, staring daggers at the ceiling.

Your first guess as to why he was grumpy was that the women weren't willing to put up with a witcher, possibly leaving him high and dry. You knew just how difficult handling Geralt in any situation could be. You just stared at him, your eyes not wanting to close. 

His eyes remained focused upward, and you took the opportunity to examine every one of his features. He was handsome, you weren't sure why any woman would deny him- especially for money. 

At first glance, he was rather large and strange-looking, the attraction wasn't immediate. Then, as you traveled with him for the first week, you realized how stunning he was. After that, the attraction faded as you realized how impersonal he was. 

You didn't like feeling alone whilst with someone else, and without Geralt's two emotions he displayed, you would have gone insane. Now, he was just a puzzle piece to your next destination. 

"I can feel your eyes, princess," Geralt hummed, not breaking his staring contest with the white ceiling. 

"Sorry, your hair is just a lot more gray than I originally thought," You poked fun at him, not expecting a response and not gaining one. "But, if it makes you uncomfortable, I too will stare at the wall above." 

You turned your body and looked up, watching as nothing seemed to be happening. Like normal, you assumed Geralt was just lost in his thoughts. You stared for a good five minutes, hoping to become sleepy again. 

"What are you thinking about?" You asked him, the deliriousness of your exhausted yet energized mind becoming apparent. 

"None of your concern," He answered. 

"Will you sleep soon?" You asked, looking toward him again. 

"Will you?" He retorted, but you answered as if he were asking seriously. 

"Probably not. Too many thoughts and too much alcohol inside of me," You answered honestly and he hummed at your answer. "It was a long, but very good day with a happy ending. I'm sorry you can't say the same." 

You felt his unease as his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes shutting for a split second. "Happy ending?" Geralt inquired, which was something he never did. 

"Yes, I had a good time tonight and now I can't sleep," You answered simply.

"I guess you just don't listen, do you?" He replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

"What?" You asked, confusion laced in your voice. 

"Go to bed, princess," Geralt said bluntly as he turned his body away from you, you swore you could see steam blowing out of his ears. 

As you retraced your words, and even your thoughts, you recalled Geralt's clear instructions pertaining to the innkeeper. You quickly figured out that Geralt assumed you had slept with him. 

You didn't want to make your ego skyrocket, but you sensed there was a bit of jealousy coming from Geralt. A jealously that spawned from you having a night full of pleasure and him not being able to. He was just jealous that you had ended up having a good night, even if he was mistaken.

"You're jealous of me!" You couldn't help it. You read him like a book for the first time ever and you were proud of yourself. 

"Go to sleep," Geralt uttered and you smirked to yourself as you stared at the back of his head. 

"I, a princess, but more importantly, a woman, made The White Wolf jealous," You didn't care that his jealousy was based off of something that didn't even happen, you were just excited to produce an emotion from him that wasn't annoyance. 

"I'm not fucking jealous," He said in return but his tone said otherwise. 

"Yes, you are," You retorted, staring back at the ceiling in accomplishment. 

"No, I'm not!" He raised his voice, becoming more apparent in his discontent with you. 

It was almost loud enough to scare you. However, you didn't begin to feel scared until Geralt suddenly sat up and turned toward you. 

"This is all your fucking fault." Geralt stood up and grabbed his tunic off the floor, putting the cloth on before heading to the sofa. 

"What's all my fault?" You asked, less excited than before and more anxious. 

"You. Everything you've done tonight. I was so fucking worried about you whoring yourself I couldn't even-" Geralt stopped himself but you could assume that he was referring toward his lower region, making perfect sense as to how he ended back in the room for the night. 

"I've not done anything, Geralt," You sat up, pressing your back against the wall as you crossed your arms. 

"Did you really get off by letting him have you after drinking more than I asked you to?" Geralt sat on the sofa but continued to face you. 

"No, I-" You began but were interrupted.

"Then why disobey my direct orders? Do you know how unsafe it is for you to put yourself in another man's care, let alone his embrace? You're a princess for fuck's sake!" Geralt seemed increasingly angry with you whilst you attempted to explain that nothing happened in the first place. 

"I wanted him, but I-" You began again, but were interrupted once more. 

"But you, what? How could you possibly justify putting yourself in that much danger?" Geralt stared daggers into your eyes, making you have to swallow that familiar lump in your throat. 

"I got too tired, Geralt. I had two ales and then I went to bed. That's the truth." You replied, deciding to be as blunt as possible so as to not further upset your traveling mate. "It would just have been a bit of fun, nothing you're not inclined to."

"I am stronger than you, you couldn't defend yourself against a gnat," Geralt huffed. 

"The innkeeper was harmless, do you really think he'd harm me after I came here with a witcher? Especially after he offered you his finest women?" You asked rhetorically and Geralt rolled his eyes. 

"That's not the point, Y/N,"

"That's exactly the point, Geralt. You're concerned about my safety and justification over something that didn't even happen, and I'm giving you a reasonable answer." At this point, you knew you were tired. 

You knew the argument was pointless. But you wanted to be right so badly. 

"You should have just stayed with your whores and let me be."

"And you should have never engaged with those whores in the first place," He looked away from you, his jaw tense. 

"Kind of hard when I had to share a bath with them. What does it matter to you anyway?" Your annoyance was growing quickly, the witcher yet to back down from his grumpy state. 

"All they fucking did was talk about you. They talked about your breasts as they had their hands on my cock and talked about how much they wanted you to join us, and now I can't come back here because I-" Geralt stopped before his final explanation, each word uttered leaving you shocked. 

You hadn't been admired by women like that before. Although Geralt was clearly upset with you, you couldn't help but let a smile creep onto your face.

"Because you what?" You asked, that similar cocky feeling slowly creeping back in. You felt an immense boost after hearing the way the women talked about you. 

"Because they laughed at me!" Geralt admitted in a thundering voice, standing up and looming over you. Once again, the happy feelings fled as the scared ones took over. "Fuck." Geralt ran the back of his hand against his forehead, going to sit back down on the sofa. 

"Embarrassed are you, Geralt? What could a witcher possibly be embarrassed of?" You asked, a little scared to do so but your curiosity got the best of you. You just had to know.

"Because I finished too quickly and couldn't get it up again at the thought of you with that fucking bartender. I looked a fool!" Geralt admitted in a huff, with something you had definitely not expected. 

You'll admit it took a second to kick in as you stared right into Geralt's eyes. He wasn't jealous of you having sex with another man, he was jealous of the man having sex with you. 

Not only that but having other women talking about you whilst pleasuring him pushed him over the edge so quickly that it caused embarrassment. You didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable at the thought or incredibly flattered. You had no idea that Geralt thought about you in that way.

Then came the question... what next? Sure, Geralt was wildly attractive. He was strong, crafted by the gods, but you didn't feel the sort of connection he felt toward you. 

You could imagine bedding him of course, but the thoughts of his coarseness and general disregard for you were not doing it for you. 

You weren't in the right place for any sort of romantic companion, but you also weren't the type to sleep with any man who called you pretty. Especially not a witcher who seemed to get any woman he wanted handed to him.  

"Do you know what you've done to me, Y/N?" Geralt asked, gaining your attention once again. He took your silence as a queue to continue on. "It's like you've poisoned me, like you've leeched onto my brain and won't fucking leave!"

"A month more and I'm off your hands for good," You swallowed down your saliva, his words bruising your feelings. 

"I don't want you off my hands, and that's the problem," Geralt shook his head and your eyes went wide. 

You realized the attraction was there, but you hadn't realized it was strong enough that a lonesome witcher would want to keep you around. 

"I don't even want the gold, I'd rather cancel the deal and keep you all to myself."

"You know you can't do that, right?" You asked, half seriously inquiring and half jokingly. 

"I've never yearned for a woman as much as I have you," He commented, staring daggers at you. 

"And that's saying a lot," You scoffed, thinking about witcher's general inability to feel human emotion as deeply. 

"And now you're mocking me," Geralt scoffed in return. "Do you know how many times I could have had you by now?" He stood up, looming over you. 

"What?" You asked, just to make sure your brain was still functioning properly. 

"You heard me, princess," Geralt sat next to your legs on the bed and you subsequently scooted over to create some space. "So many times I've felt the need to remove myself from you. To find another outlet before I ended up hurting you for the sake of my pleasure."

"Why are you saying this?" Genuine fear began to take place in your mind as Geralt's hand reached out and rested itself against your forearm. 

"I wanted you to know that I've waited the longest I possibly could," Geralt's hand slowly raked up and down your arm, his fingertips softer than you imagined. "We can do this one of two ways: you will willingly undress yourself or you will fight against me. Either way, I will have you, Y/N."

"And if I scream?" You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat as your anxiety rose. 

"They will assume you are just another whore being fairly treated," Geralt shrugged his shoulders. "And I will get very angry." His tone deepened. "So, what will you decide?"

You didn't know how to answer. You didn't fully believe that Geralt would hurt you in this way, although it was something that your father had warned you about all your life. It wounded you emotionally that you were silly enough to trust yourself in the witcher's care. 

"Now, I don't ask you to act as if you're enjoying yourself, I just ask that you do as I say. Do you understand?" Geralt demanded and you swallowed as you nodded your head. "I'm going to watch you unrobe and then you will sit in my lap."

And with that, he stood up. He once again threw his tunic to the ground and sat back on the couch, sinking in and spreading his legs a bit. You sat there dumbfounded for a second, still processing if this was even happening. 

"Undress yourself and come sit on me. Next time, I won't ask," Geralt lowered his voice as he seemed to get slightly annoyed with your lack of movement. 

You nodded your head as you slowly stood up. You had never felt so humiliated and objectified in your entire life. As you stood in front of Geralt and toyed with the strings on your robe, you felt tears welling in your eyes. 

"Don't cry, princess," Geralt feigned sympathy and you shuddered as he sat up straight. 

His hands met yours and began to work on your robe. Geralt wasn't as hasty and aggressive as you assumed he'd be, he slowly let the robe fall to the ground and admired you as you stood there. 

"Come closer," Geralt motioned to you, and you took a few hesitant steps forward until you were standing in between his legs. 

Geralt's hands found their way to your hips, holding you up firmly as he looked up at you. You didn't dare look down as you felt the tears streaming down your face, feeling useless in your situation. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," Geralt hummed, placing soft kisses on your lower abdomen. 

You didn't want his praise to affect you so deeply, but it somehow still felt like a nice sentiment. Still, you felt as though he was trying to trick you into doing something that you didn't want to do. 

His soft, wet lips trailed small and intimate kisses all across your stomach, yet you still didn't look down. You could, however, start to feel your core igniting. 

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of you being wet, but you knew that ultimately it would make both of you more at peace. 

"Sit down," Geralt ordered, using his grip on your hips to usher you further. 

You rested your knees on either side of him, and Geralt pressed your core firmly onto his cloth-covered manhood. His yellow eyes stared straight into yours as he let out a deep moan. You felt him twitch underneath you and as disgusted as you wanted to be, you had to admit that it was making you want him more. 

"Stunning," Geralt stated simply, the praise flooding your senses. 

His hands did all of the moving as they roamed all over your body before deciding on your breasts. He toyed with them one by one, pinching and rolling each nipple and making your core tingle from the attention to your body. 

Geralt ran his fingers through your hair as he pushed it behind your shoulders, tracing his fingers down every bare inch of skin he could find. His hands eventually ended at your neck, drawing you in closer until your noses touched. 

"I know you want me, princess," Geralt hummed as he rested his forehead on yours, twitching underneath you. 

"I do," You admitted quietly, small tears running down your cheek. 

"Then why fight it?" Geralt asked rhetorically and you stayed silent. 

He brought his lips closer to you, kissing you intensely but extremely softly. You hadn't expected the witcher to be so gentle, and you couldn't help but feel more at ease with him. Soon enough, your lips were moving in sync with his pace. 

Geralt's hands moved your hips, rocking you back and forth on his twitching member. Small moans escaped your mouth as you grew hungrier for Geralt. Kissing him harder, you shut your eyes tightly and began to ignore the circumstances you were placed in. 

His tongue snaked its way into your mouth, tactfully roaming your cavity before pulling itself out. Geralt bit your bottom lip gently and started groaning as you felt him grow harder underneath you. 

Your hands ran over his collarbones, feeling his chest muscles and the sweat forming on his skin. You swiped your thumbs over his Adam's apple as you squeezed his neck a bit and kissed him harder than before. 

Geralt seemed extremely reciprocal of your growing want for him, and he let out a low growl as you began to move your hips against him on your own. 

"I didn't realize how easy you'd be to turn on," Geralt smirked into the kiss, his words bringing you back to the bitter reality. 

"It seemed like the lesser evil of the two choices," You rolled your eyes and tried to forget that he said anything at all. 

Then the tears began again, and you realized how fucked up your situation was. You kissed him harder to try and forget, but even the spark in your core was beginning to dwindle. You felt ill as you felt his hard cock underneath you, just the thought of it entering you made you feel dizzy. 

"Geralt?" You pulled back, fear entering your body that he'd punish you for stopping. 

"Yes?" He asked in return and you found yourself at a loss for words. He seemed to pick up on your uneasiness and began to move your hips again for you. "You've nothing to be afraid of. I can feel how wet you are for me through my trousers." 

"I don't want to do this," You admitted through a choked sob, shutting your eyes tightly. You felt Geralt tense up underneath you. 

"Well, let's wrap this up then so we can both get to sleep," Geralt replied bitterly. 

For a moment you felt relieved that he was surrendering to you, but that relief quickly fled. Geralt stood up with you still attached to his hips before turning the both of you around. Your back hit the soft sofa and with Geralt's leverage between your legs, you knew you had no chance of getting yourself out of it. 

"You know, I wasn't lying when I said you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Geralt grunted as you began to push against his chest with your hands. "But you are also the most infuriating person I've ever met."

"Please, stop," You could barely see through the tears in your eyes, but you kept fighting with Geralt as he began to unbutton his trousers. 

"I mean, who leads a guy on and tries to stop halfway through? You're smart enough to know that things can't end well going about it that way." It felt like Geralt was stabbing a knife into your heart as you found it hard to breathe. 

Geralt grunted as he was finally able to unbutton himself and his trousers dropped until they were around his knees. You stared at his member for a moment, taking in the harsh reality of its size before you decided to close your eyes. 

You felt as Geralt aligned himself up with your entrance. He peppered soft kisses along your jawline and your neck as he slowly slid himself in. Thankfully for you, he entered slowly so you could accommodate his size. 

"Geralt, please," You decided to beg him one last time, but you watched his eyes shut tighter as he slid deeper inside of you. 

"It's too late, Y/N. I couldn't stop myself if I tried," Geralt said through strained breaths. 

Every time you thought he was as deep inside of you as physically possible, he somehow slid in even further. He groaned loudly as he finally bottomed inside of you, and you let out a little shriek as you felt him hit your cervix. 

Geralt sat still in his position for a few seconds and you watched as he swallowed several times due to the way you squeezed around him. His eyes eventually reopened and found yours staring into them. He brought his face down to kiss you passionately and your lips systematically complied with his, tears feeling like hot coals as they rolled down your cheeks. 

"I'll do my best to be quick, although I think you may enjoy me if you tried," Geralt attempted to reassure you, giving you a small smile as he refrained from kissing you. 

Geralt slid his palms underneath your shoulder blades, bringing his bare chest flush against yours. With his height, his head was slightly above yours, and he placed his lips against the side of your forehead as he began to thrust in and out of you torturously slow. 

You couldn't help but let the small moans and gasps escape from your mouth. The way he slid inside of you so easily and with such precision, along with spilling your name from his lips every so often, made it nearly impossible not to enjoy. 

His cock stretched you in ways unimaginable, and the soft praises in your ears made your entire body flutter. You found yourself pulling him in closer by digging your nails into his shoulder blades as he held you in his embrace, pulling moan after moan out of you with his cock. 

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring you, but the rumbling in your core began to build rapidly. You didn't know how such a heinous act could be so incredibly intimate and pleasurable. 

Geralt pressed himself tighter to your chest by bringing his hands out from under you and resting his forearms underneath either of your shoulders. You managed to snake your hands under him and around to rest on his back once again, digging your nails into his hard muscles. 

"Fuck," Geralt muttered. With this new position, Geralt was able to rock his hips at an even more relentless pace.

"Geralt!" You didn't mean to let it out and you weren't thinking when you used your legs to press him deeper inside of you, but you felt as though you were about to erupt under his touch. 

"Let go," Geralt demanded and you couldn't help but obey as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. 

"Oh, fuck!" You exclaimed as you felt the rubber band inside of you snap. 

Geralt groaned louder and snapped his hips faster, bottoming out inside of you with every single thrust. He moaned every single time your walls involuntarily pulsed around him and you felt as though your entire body was buzzing. 

You hated how good it felt to release and how it was caused, but euphoria soon took over as your body began to shake with immense pleasure. You held onto Geralt tightly as your climax washed over you, biting the skin at the edge of his shoulder and neck as a way to silence yourself. 

Geralt seemed to like this as his movements got sloppier and his voice got louder, and you held onto him with your teeth as you began to feel overstimulated. With one last final grunt from Geralt, he stilled as deep inside of you as he could possibly get and stood still for a few moments. 

You laid your head back on the couch as you stared back up at him, finding it hard to be upset with him after he had just given you the best sex of your entire life. You could figure out being upset with him later- right now, you never wanted the moment to end. 

Geralt noticed your staring and looked down at you with a smirk before bringing his lips down onto yours. He kissed you passionately as you felt him pulse inside of you, making you moan into his mouth and clench around him with every throb. 

"Maybe I'll keep you around and forget about the ransom."

•••

If you'd like to read the consensual version next, here it is!

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Ransom (Geralt x Reader)

Summary: King Bryce, the father of Princess Y/N, wants to marry her off to an enemy in an attempt to reconcile the relationship between the two kingdoms. Geralt of Rivia makes his appearance in perfect timing and Y/N promises to pay him handsomely for holding her as 'ransom'. 

Pairing(s): Geralt x Princess!Reader, OC!Lyd x Geralt x OC!Rosni (mentioned, but not explicitly)

Warning(s): Angst, mention of blood, alcohol, prostitution, p in v, desperate!geralt, fingering, creampie

A/N: There is a noncon version of this story linked if you would prefer that. This is the first I've written for Geralt. I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it! ;)

W/C: 6k+

Noncon Version

Masterlist

"Hm," The low hum of Geralt's voice filled your ears. While it was one of the few words you have gotten him to say over the course of the past week, if you could even call that a word, you were happy to have your remarks validated nonetheless. 

You walked on the snowy dirt road next to Roach, treading a little bit behind as the horse was much faster. Geralt was adverse to you walking at first, but you had managed to convince him that it would warm your freezing bones. 

Geralt's eyes traveled back to where you were every few minutes, you assumed to make sure you were still there, yet barely acknowledged any of the words you spoke. 

You had learned that this was simply who he was over the past few weeks of traveling with him. And you had also learned to be quiet. This allowed you to enjoy and appreciate the serene atmosphere in silence, which was difficult at first and much different than the lively setting at the castle you call your home. 

You missed your kingdom. You missed the warmth and your clothes, the maids and the dances, but most of all, you missed your father. You never wanted to let him down or make him disappointed, because he was the only person who truly understood the pain of missing your mother. On top of all of that, he loved you more than anyone ever could. 

You knew your father wouldn't understand your dislike for Prince Loren. He was a handsome young man, yet only you could see his arrogance and lack of concern for anyone but himself. So, Geralt was your only option. 

You knew witchers preferred to be paid in gold in return for their bravery, and luckily you had more than enough. You also knew that even though this wasn't necessarily a common task for a witcher, no monster was worth the amount of gold you were willing to pay Geralt for holding you as ransom. 

Your father did not know you devised the plan and he had no clue that Geralt played a part in any of it. Both you and Geralt were free of any accountability and you could both walk away happily. 

You cut your arm as you went, leaving a trail of blood out of your window which was on the second story. You drafted the letter before you left, listing the price of the ransom. You had claimed to be a very powerful force in Prince Loren's kingdom who would, at any cost, kill you if you had stepped foot into the kingdom. 

Listing a bunch of random but reasonable motivations for your own death, you wrote a date to meet two odd months later. Then, you sealed the letter with a stamp you had borrowed from one of Prince Loren's guards. 

You knew your father would pay whatever price he could to have you back. And you figured that it would be a good chance to explore the world on your own without the weight of being a princess.

Now, three weeks later, you could feel the lack of food and mead in your stomach. Your clothes seemed to fit looser from the lack of calories and the constant travel, your feet ached and your shoes were almost completely worn. In addition to your troubles, your company was less than pleasant to be around. 

Your dream of traveling didn't take long to be unattainable, as you were still a princess and Geralt was very obviously a Witcher. You had stopped a few times, sometimes in the brush of a lush green forest and as the atmosphere got colder, you began to stay at a few inns. 

Geralt was antsy at the lack of hunting for monsters, but you did your best to remind him of the handsome pay he'd receive for measuring your safety. He seemed to be annoyed with you most days, but you assumed that was his normal demeanor. 

Luckily for you, there were women at nearly every stop, allowing Geralt to blow off steam and for you to have some time to yourself. 

The next stop was only a day's travel from the next, and as the sun dimmed you knew you were close to your destination. As the road became wider and easier to travel, you started to smell fires being burnt and saw houses lit with candlelight. 

"Where are we?" You asked Geralt, your voice slightly coarse from the cold air and the lack of use. 

"Gelibol," He answered curtly, carefully climbing off Roach. 

You knew more questions asked would not be answered, so you walked next to Geralt and grew more cheerful as you smelt food. The local inn was not hard to find and your stomach ached as you walked through the doors, leaving Geralt behind as he tied Roach up in a stable. 

"What can I get you, princess?" The bartender asked as you sat down. Your cheeks grew red and your heartbeat fastened as you realized you were recognized, but you still attempted to play it off. 

"Princess?" You asked coyly, with a small yet nervous smile on your face. 

"Just something I like to call pretty ladies who walk into my bar," He said with a thick accent, winking at you as you sighed in relief. 

He was handsome, light facial hair, and he didn't smell horrid. If he were dressed properly, he could surely pass as a nobleman. 

"I'll take two of whatever ale you've got," You gave him a small smile.

As he walked away, you glanced across the room, tactfully avoiding any eye contact between yourself and anyone looking in your direction. Of course, the inn was full of men and very few women- all of whom nearly had their breasts spilling out of their corsets. 

Your ale was brought to you and you placed one at the bar seat next to yours as a way to claim it. You didn't have to turn around to understand the silence that took over the inn, knowing that Geralt had made his entrance- his face sure to scare any living creature. 

The sound of his large body slamming down on the stool next to you would have scared you had you not already been used to it. Geralt didn't say a word as he completely downed his ale, signaling to the bartender for another. 

"This one yours?" The bartender looked at you, surely asking about Geralt. 

"She's with me," Geralt answered gruffly before you could speak. 

"I'm traveling with him. Needed a witcher to make sure I don't accidentally kill myself on my journey." You corrected Geralt, giving the bartender a small smile. 

"Didn't realize witchers did anything but stink and kill rotting monsters. This one doesn't smell as bad as the others," He placed down the ale in front of Geralt with a small smirk. Geralt chose to sip the ale rather than down it, glaring at the bartender over the rim. 

"We'll also need two rooms tonight." You announced. "And a bath drawn."

"I've got one room left and enough hot water for the both of you, but the witcher can make do on the sofa." The bartender answered and you nodded your head lightly. "I've also got a few women working tonight who have their own chambers if the gentleman is willing. We like to make sure our witchers get taken care of so that our creatures do as well. And I attend to the ladies before heading home to my wife." He winked at you. 

"Thank you, we'll take the room and the bath," You could tell that Geralt's low gruff was in tune with the idea of women at his disposal, and you chose not to comment at the bartender's last sentence. "And a few more ales."

•••

You didn't mind bathing with Geralt, so long as your backside was turned to him. All of your life you've had time to grow used to being indecent around many people, whether it was alterers or guards- the male gaze never seemed to faze you. 

You did however mind when there were two other women accompanying the witcher. You didn't like the fake laughs they gave or when they asked about the scars, you had heard the stories many times before through previous baths with other women. 

And somehow after every one of these baths, you felt a lot dirtier than you did before bathing. So, you tried to wash yourself as quickly as possible. 

Normally there'd be two rooms for the both of you, but unlike normal, these women had their own chambers for lustful men. You grunted as you climbed out of the bath, annoyed that the business could not have started in one of the women's rooms, and you quickly threw on your robe. 

"To bed, I assume?" Geralt asked as you tied your robe, the two women caressing his chest as you glanced over. 

"Not quite tired, might head down for another pint," You answered in a shrug, slipping your shoes on. 

"Don't," He replied and you rolled your eyes before turning back to him. 

"Geralt, have your fun. I'll be in bed before you've even got to the second one," You gave him a small smile and he grunted lowly. 

"I don't want you down there without me. It's not safe," He hummed, barely paying attention to the other women. 

"Why don't you join us, love? We could use more young, pretty women like you here," The brunette giggled and you scoffed at the idea. 

"She may be too elegant to join whores like us," The second woman joined in but giggled afterward as she returned her attention back to Geralt.

"You really think I'd make it?" You asked jokingly, feeling a strange form of pleasure from being doted on. 

"I think any man would pay a thousand coin just to watch you undress. Of course, you'd make it, love," The first woman commented. 

"I think the women in this town would hate their husbands if she were like us, Rosni. They'd never be home!" The second chimed in and they seemed to be in tune with one another. 

"Well, maybe I'll press my luck and begin my new career tonight," You joked and the women shrugged with small smiles on their faces. 

"No," Geralt chimed in. "No selling yourself and no men. It's not safe, Y/N." 

"I think the 'no men' rule is a little far, don't you think?" You crossed your arms, staring straight back into his glare. 

"Come on, we get by just fine don't we, Lyd? I'm sure Y/N would handle herself quite well." Ronsi spoke up and the other woman nodded. 

You were more than grateful for the women encouraging you, especially so against the witcher. You loved nothing more than winning an argument.

"Rosni and Lyd are still alive and well, I bet I could do the same," You smiled whilst agreeing. 

"I said no," Geralt reiterated, this time much quicker and sharper. 

"That's alright, then. I think I'd much rather receive than give. I don't reckon I'd make it in this line of work." It was partially a lie on your behalf. 

Men could rarely ever do the trick for you, most often you'd end up finishing yourself, but by the Gods, you were going to choose them rather than having those same men pay to have their way with you. 

"Lucky woman. Wish I could say the same, but I have my suspicions the witcher won't be a letdown." Rosni giggled as she turned her attention once again toward Geralt. 

"Sometimes, just sometimes, you get a treat like this man and you know you won't go to bed without satisfaction," Lyd doted on Geralt and you internally cringed at the thought of pleasuring a witcher, someone who knows little to nothing about human emotion. 

"You ladies sound like you're in for a fun night. My night will be just as fun but will rather consist of another ale and then a long rest," You gave a small smile, preparing for your exit. 

"You may have one," Geralt's voice rang around the room. "Then bed. And definitely no fucking innkeeper will attend to you."

"Of course, Witcher," You answered before leaving the room, hearing Geralt's grunt at the nickname. 

You knew Geralt would be too busy to even know whether or not you exceeded the limit he had set for you, there was no sense in arguing with him. 

•••

You had two ales just to spite Geralt, despite becoming completely exhausted halfway through the first. While the bartender became more and more handsome with every sip and you really did want to continue to spite the witcher, you found that your tiredness would overtake your attraction toward him. 

So, you made your way up to the room. The fire was lit and the small snowstorm tapped lightly on the outside of the window, your slight drunkenness made you feel even more at peace. The bed was warm and your belly was full, sleep was imminent and calling your name. 

You climbed into the warm and rather large bed, lying right in the center and wrapping all of the blankets around you. You hadn't gone to bed this satisfied in weeks.

It seemed as though you had only dozed off for ten minutes before you heard those familiar boot stomps on the bedroom floor. You didn't think to open your eyes, partially hoping that you were still dreaming, but large hands slid under your body jolting you awake. 

Before you could respond, you were lifted up as if you were a feather and pushed towards the right side of the bed. You landed softly and the covers were thrown onto you rather hastily. 

The bed dipped as the weight of a witcher began to sit beside you. Watching as Geralt toed off his boots and threw his tunic onto the floor, you felt as though you were wide awake again. 

"I thought they had their own chambers," You mumbled in annoyance and he grunted as a response. "Or I hoped that you would take the sofa, but I suppose this is fine."

"Go back to sleep," Geralt climbed under the comforter, staring daggers at the ceiling.

Your first guess as to why he was grumpy was that the women weren't willing to put up with a witcher, possibly leaving him high and dry. You knew just how difficult handling Geralt in any situation could be. You just stared at him, your eyes not wanting to close. 

His eyes remained focused upward, and you took the opportunity to examine every one of his features. He was handsome, you weren't sure why any woman would deny him- especially for money. 

At first glance, he was rather large and strange-looking, the attraction wasn't immediate. Then, as you traveled with him for the first week, you realized how stunning he was. After that, the attraction faded as you realized how impersonal he was. 

You didn't like feeling alone whilst with someone else, and without Geralt's two emotions he displayed, you would have gone insane. Now, he was just a puzzle piece to your next destination. 

"I can feel your eyes, princess," Geralt hummed, not breaking his staring contest with the white ceiling. 

"Sorry, your hair is just a lot more gray than I originally thought," You poked fun at him, not expecting a response and not gaining one. "But, if it makes you uncomfortable, I too will stare at the wall above." 

You turned your body and looked up, watching as nothing seemed to be happening. Like normal, you assumed Geralt was just lost in his thoughts. You stared for a good five minutes, hoping to become sleepy again. 

"What are you thinking about?" You asked him, the deliriousness of your exhausted yet energized mind becoming apparent. 

"None of your concern," He answered. 

"Will you sleep soon?" You asked, looking toward him again. 

"Will you?" He retorted, but you answered as if he were asking seriously. 

"Probably not. Too many thoughts and too much alcohol inside of me," You answered honestly and he hummed at your answer. "It was a long, but very good day with a happy ending. I'm sorry you can't say the same." 

You felt his unease as his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes shutting for a split second. "Happy ending?" Geralt inquired, which was something he never did. 

"Yes, I had a good time tonight and now I can't sleep," You answered simply.

"I guess you just don't listen, do you?" He replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

"What?" You asked, confusion laced in your voice. 

"Go to bed, princess," Geralt said bluntly as he turned his body away from you, you swore you could see steam blowing out of his ears. 

As you retraced your words, and even your thoughts, you recalled Geralt's clear instructions pertaining to the innkeeper. You quickly figured out that Geralt assumed you had slept with him. 

You didn't want to make your ego skyrocket, but you sensed there was a bit of jealousy coming from Geralt. A jealously that spawned from you having a night full of pleasure and him not being able to. He was just jealous that you had ended up having a good night, even if he was mistaken.

"You're jealous of me!" You couldn't help it. You read him like a book for the first time ever and you were proud of yourself. 

"Go to sleep," Geralt uttered and you smirked to yourself as you stared at the back of his head. 

"I, a princess, but more importantly, a woman, made The White Wolf jealous," You didn't care that his jealousy was based off of something that didn't even happen, you were just excited to produce an emotion from him that wasn't annoyance. 

"I'm not fucking jealous," He said in return but his tone said otherwise. 

"Yes, you are," You retorted, staring back at the ceiling in accomplishment. 

"No, I'm not!" He raised his voice, becoming more apparent in his discontent with you. 

It was almost loud enough to scare you. However, you didn't begin to feel scared until Geralt suddenly sat up and turned toward you. 

"This is all your fucking fault." Geralt stood up and grabbed his tunic off the floor, putting the cloth on before heading to the sofa. 

"What's all my fault?" You asked, less excited than before and more anxious. 

"You. Everything you've done tonight. I was so fucking worried about you whoring yourself I couldn't even-" Geralt stopped himself but you could assume that he was referring toward his lower region, making perfect sense as to how he ended back in the room for the night. 

"I've not done anything, Geralt," You sat up, pressing your back against the wall as you crossed your arms. 

"Did you really get off by letting him have you after drinking more than I asked you to?" Geralt sat on the sofa but continued to face you. 

"No, I-" You began but were interrupted.

"Then why disobey my direct orders? Do you know how unsafe it is for you to put yourself in another man's care, let alone his embrace? You're a princess for fuck's sake!" Geralt seemed increasingly angry with you whilst you attempted to explain that nothing happened in the first place. 

"I wanted him, but I-" You began again, but were interrupted once more. 

"But you, what? How could you possibly justify putting yourself in that much danger?" Geralt stared daggers into your eyes, making you have to swallow that familiar lump in your throat. 

"I got too tired, Geralt. I had two ales and then I went to bed. That's the truth." You replied, deciding to be as blunt as possible so as to not further upset your traveling mate. "It would just have been a bit of fun, nothing you're not inclined to."

"I am stronger than you, you couldn't defend yourself against a gnat," Geralt huffed. 

"The innkeeper was harmless, do you really think he'd harm me after I came here with a witcher? Especially after he offered you his finest women?" You asked rhetorically and Geralt rolled his eyes. 

"That's not the point, Y/N,"

"That's exactly the point, Geralt. You're concerned about my safety and justification over something that didn't even happen, and I'm giving you a reasonable answer." At this point, you knew you were tired. 

You knew the argument was pointless. But you wanted to be right so badly. 

"You should have just stayed with your whores and let me be."

"And you should have never engaged with those whores in the first place," He looked away from you, his jaw tense. 

"Kind of hard when I had to share a bath with them. What does it matter to you anyway?" Your annoyance was growing quickly, the witcher yet to back down from his grumpy state. 

"All they fucking did was talk about you. They talked about your breasts as they had their hands on my cock and talked about how much they wanted you to join us, and now I can't come back here because I-" Geralt stopped before his final explanation, each word uttered leaving you shocked. 

You hadn't been admired by women like that before. Although Geralt was clearly upset with you, you couldn't help but let a smile creep onto your face.

"Because you what?" You asked, that similar cocky feeling slowly creeping back in. You felt an immense boost after hearing the way the women talked about you. 

"Because they laughed at me!" Geralt admitted in a thundering voice, standing up and looming over you. Once again, the happy feelings fled as the scared ones took over. "Fuck." Geralt ran the back of his hand against his forehead, going to sit back down on the sofa. 

"Embarrassed are you, Geralt? What could a witcher possibly be embarrassed of?" You asked, a little scared to do so but your curiosity got the best of you. You just had to know.

"Because I finished too quickly and couldn't get it up again at the thought of you with that fucking bartender. I looked a fool!" Geralt admitted in a huff, with something you had definitely not expected. 

You'll admit it took a second to kick in as you stared right into Geralt's eyes. He wasn't jealous of you having sex with another man, he was jealous of the man having sex with you. 

Not only that but having other women talking about you whilst pleasuring him pushed him over the edge so quickly that it caused embarrassment. You didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable at the thought or incredibly flattered. You had no idea that Geralt thought about you in that way.

You couldn't help the smirk from forming on your face. Your mind raced with all the thoughts of what could possibly come next, and you weren't sure if you were becoming rapidly attracted to him because he was wildly gorgeous, because he seemed to be into you, or because you were deliriously exhausted. 

"A good night's rest will cure all of your frustrations," You hummed, deciding to bask in the attention rather than progress it. 

"If you weren't here, there'd be no frustration at all," Geralt replied, rolling his eyes at your smug face. 

"Luckily for you, another month and I'm off your hands for the rest of eternity," You reassured him.

"Do you understand how you've frustrated me or do you simply not care?" Geralt was still tense, you didn't know exactly how to ease the situation but you felt in no danger. In fact, a small rumble in your core began to flood your senses. 

"You are not the first man to come to me with frustrations and you won't be the last," Giving him a small smirk, you slid down into the comforters once again and closed your eyes. 

You knew you weren't going to bed, especially not after having a witcher confess his attraction toward you. You were simply teasing the man until he grew the balls to say something of substance. 

"You're... you're just going to go to sleep? After all of this?" Geralt asked, you could hear him becoming more desperate by the tone of his voice. 

"Yes. That's what you've asked me to do and I'm doing it. I'm obeying, you were displeased when I didn't do so earlier." You answered simply, trying to fight the small smile on your face. 

"Y/N," The witcher growled lowly, trying to gain your attention. 

"Geralt," You answered in a similar tone to which he grunted at. 

"I need your help," Geralt admitted in a low voice, like he was ashamed to say it. 

"And why should I help you? I'm already paying you in more gold than you could imagine," You replied. 

"Because you and I are traveling together for the next month and we're both bound to need some sort of release," Geralt tried to rationalize. 

"Almost a fair argument, but you're going to have to give me an even more legitimate reason," You could have given in much earlier, but you were relishing in the desperation. 

"Because I have never fucking wanted anyone more badly than I want you. No one has ever entranced me as you have, not even people I've loved before." Geralt's words tempted you to open your eyes, and you were met with soft yellow ones. It was the softest gaze you've ever seen the witcher give. 

You sat there for a second. Narrowing your eyes as you looked at the expression on Geralt's face. With the tiredness and alcohol consumption combined, you found the witcher attractive now more than ever. 

"Fair enough, but don't tell me you love me or you'll ruin the mood," You said teasingly, watching as his brows furrowed in anticipation as you stood up. 

You only had to untie your robe to be fully naked and as the soft cloth fell to the floor with a swift motion, you watched Geralt's eyes as he seemed to take all of you in. You made your way over to the sofa, taking your seat on Geralt's lap as he slowly began to lose his tenseness. 

You didn't say a word at first, only examining Geralt's facial features as your fingers combed their way through his silver hair. He seemed to be content with the silence. 

His lips inched closer to yours ever so slightly but before they could touch, you pulled back. You looked down at his tunic-covered chest, deciding to pull the edges over his head until it was on the ground. 

You grabbed his wrists, placing his hands on the parts of your hips where you wanted them to be, slowly stroking his arms all the way up until his neck. 

"We play by my rules, Witcher," You demanded, cradling his face between your hands. 

You weren't sure how he'd act if you took control or if there'd be an issue between your dominances, but as you felt him throb underneath you, you knew he was so desperate for you that he didn't care how it happened. 

After a few seconds of letting anticipations rise, you tilted your head to fit with his. Your lips collided at a fast pace, the both of you hungry for one another. His lips were softer than you had imagined, much plumper and luscious as well. 

Geralt's hands began to roam up and down, your body covering itself in goosebumps as your nipples became erect. Geralt seemed to sense this immediately, his right hand traveling to play with your breasts one at a time. 

You slowly rocked your hips against Geralt's covered crotch, moaning slightly into his mouth each time his member moved underneath you. Your head tilted backward as Geralt pressed your core firmly onto his and you couldn't help but let a louder moan escape, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples as he began to suck. 

Your fingers ran through his silver hair, the heat in your core rising due to the friction of your body against his. Geralt's hands grabbed your ass, spreading your middle even deeper onto his own. You were surely wet enough to have left a damp spot on his pants, and the hum of his moans against your breasts was enough to make you tremble. 

Tilting his head up with your index finger, you kissed him one last time and his lips chased yours as you climbed off his lap. You laid back, propped up by your elbows on the sofa, suggesting how you wanted Geralt to take you. 

Geralt gave you a slightly devious smirk which confused you before he placed his forearm over your abdomen. You writhed a little before realizing it was no use and that you were somewhat trapped, the juices flowing out of you a little faster as tensions continued to build. 

Geralt kept his arm over your stomach, looming over you as he began to kiss you feverishly. You desperately awaited for him to unbutton his slacks, but instead, his fingers began to easily slip up and down your completely drenched pussy. 

Geralt's thumb somehow knew exactly where your weak spot was as he began to trace circles on it. His index finger found your welcoming hole and began to pump in and out of you at great speed. 

Geralt smirked into your kiss as you tried to manage breathing, kissing him, and moaning in pleasure all at once. He knew exactly what effect he was having on you, yet didn't allow your lips to leave him for even a small breath. 

"Luckily for you," Geralt eventually let up, adding a second finger before pumping furiously. "I prefer to give."

You couldn't even reply before his lips were back on yours and his thumb began moving faster over your bundle of nerves. You could feel that familiar bubble boiling in your stomach, your climax sure to make you burst. 

"Geralt!" You whined into his mouth as your body began to try and retaliate against his touch. His strong arm kept you in place until you felt like you were going to erupt. 

"Let it happen, Y/N," And as if it were on queue, the rubber band inside of you finally snapped. 

You took a big breath followed by a long gasp mixed with a moan. Your body began to shake as Geralt's fingers continued to assault your body, you felt as though the forearm keeping you in place was going to bruise your abdomen. 

"Geralt, please," You tried your best to keep up with his fast-paced lips against yours, pushing your hands against his chest as the continuation of your orgasm began to become too much for your body. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to remember how to breathe. 

"We're playing by your rules, remember? You like to receive and that's exactly what's happening." Geralt's fingers seemed to be entirely unfazed as he continued to hit the sweet spot inside of you. Only when you began to whine a bit did he finally relent. "What do you want, princess?" He asked with a smirk, seeming to be extremely content with your desperation. 

"I want you inside of me," You answered, knowing damn well you were no longer in charge of what was happening. 

You were still riding the high of your climax, but you knew undressing Geralt would give you the time you needed to recuperate. Propping yourself up, you began to help Geralt with his pants. Your nimble fingers quickly got the buttons undone before his large ones could even begin to struggle with the task. 

Although you could see the large imprint behind the cloth, when Geralt's pants began to slide down his legs your eyes went wide. You shouldn't have been surprised that a man like Geralt was specially gifted, but it caused a slight nervousness to race through your mind. 

"Think you can take it all, princess?" Geralt cockily glared down at your shocked state. 

"Fuck around and find out," You replied to which he jumped at, pumping his cock in his hand a few times before guiding it toward your entrance. 

You spread your legs wide enough to accommodate him and moaned in sync with Geralt as he slowly slid into you. Once you felt fuller than imaginable he slid a few inches deeper, pressing the weeping head of his cock against your cervix. 

Nervousness and anticipation began to ensue, you had never had a man quite as large as the witcher, but as he began to work himself in and out of you- you felt nothing but pleasure. 

"Fuck," One of Geralt's favorite words, began to flee his mouth at a constant pace. He started the pace slow enough for you to get used to his size, but he began to move faster as he moaned louder with immense pleasure. 

You gasped as his large hands gripped under your knees and pushed your legs toward the sofa your back was resting on. With the new position, Geralt began to hit places inside of you that you didn't even know existed. 

Sweat droplets began to form on Geralt's body, most noticeably on his forehead and chest. His eyes traveled back and forth from watching himself slide into you to your colored orbs. As your eyes met again, he examined you for a second before crashing his lips down onto yours. 

"Geralt!" You couldn't help his name from escaping past your lips again. 

The intimacy mixed with the body heat mixed with the way his cock began to build yet another climax was almost an overload. 

"I've wanted to fuck you like this since the moment I saw you in that fucking castle," Geralt began to sound more primal and his hips began to snap faster, bottoming out with every single thrust. 

You moaned your reply, any words would have come out incomprehensible anyway. Geralt's thumb found your sweet spot again as he continue to attack you with his cock and his lips like there was no tomorrow. 

"I want you to cum on my cock," Geralt grunted between peppered kisses. 

"No promises," You said shakily, clearly lying. 

This only motivated him to work harder as his thumb began to move in a way that was sure to have you coming undone in less than a minute. 

"Oh, fuck!" You whined, tears forming again, as you felt the rubber band snapping too quickly to begin to even try to hold off your orgasm. 

"That's it, princess. Just like that," The praise flooded your ears, officially pushing you over the edge. 

"Geralt!" You chanted over and over. Your hands found Geralt's rock-hard biceps, holding onto him to relieve some of the tension as your climax hit you like a tonne of bricks. 

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so fucking hard." He exclaimed, every vein in his head a little more prominent. If you weren't aware of the context, you'd assume he was in pain. 

Geralt's once relentless pace began to get sloppy, yet his thumb continued to work its magic. Your body began to shake and you were quickly becoming overstimulated, but you knew he was near completion. 

"Cum inside of me, Geralt," You eased him on and his eyes tightened shut as he thrust a few more times. 

With one particularly harsh and deep thrust, the both of you yelled out in pleasure as you felt his hot load spill inside of you. Geralt stilled, still deep in you, and continued to groan out curse words as his climax washed over him. 

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was as soft as before, and he reached down to give you a small, intense kiss. You could feel his small chuckle against your lips and the smile that spread across his face. 

"Maybe I'll keep you around and forget about the ransom." 

•••

If you'd like to read the noncon version next, here it is!