#dark!john

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"That's it darlin’," he whispers, but there’s no sincerity behind his words. “The more you fight, the longer I’m gonna hold off. Maybe let the boys have a go at you again,” he smirks.

He turns your head so that Sam and Dean are back in your line of sight. Neither of them are paying any attention to your or their father, instead, Dean has Sam bent over a chaise, and all you can make out are their grunts as Dean’s hips slam against Sam’s ass.

Your eyes widen in horror at the sight of the brothers, John chuckles, and when you try to turn away, his hand slaps across your face.

“I didn’t tell you that you could look away, did I, darlin’?” He scolds you, pulling his cock out and maneuvering you onto your stomach. “What was that?” He asks, keeping one hand firmly on your face, forcing you to continue watching the brothers.

“N-no,” you squeak as he impales you on his hard cock again.

“No, what, darlin’?” He leans forward, his breath hot on your cheek.

“No, sir.” You whimper, but it was clearly not what John wanted to hear, as his free hand moved around your neck, cutting off your air supply, all the while, you can feel the coil tightening once again. It’s humiliating; how many times you’ve come no matter how hard you fight against your body, the Winchesters are relentlessly ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. He squeezes tighter, and you wrack your brain trying to think of what he wants to hear.

“D-daddy,” you murmur, your eyes never leaving Sam and Dean. John removes his hands from your face and neck, and instead cages you underneath him.

“That’s right, darlin’, I’m your daddy now,” he licks your ear, and a shiver runs through you. He lifts your hips, and forces you to spread your legs as far as you can. All the while keeping his fast and brutal pace. “Keep watching my boys, see how special their love is.”

Even with your obscured vision, you can see Dean snaking his hand underneath Sam’s hips. Sam lets out low fuck, and from what you saw you earlier you can assume that Dean is stroking his cock.

You don’t move and try not to make any sounds at all. John, like his sons, enjoyed the fight, and you try to save some of your dignity by not giving into them so easily.

Your body goes limp as John continues thrusting, grunting and groaning as you hope he’s nearing his own completion. You close your eyes briefly, but a sharp sting of John’s palm lands on your ass, causes you to open them and focus on the brothers.

“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean groans. His arm moves faster, and Sam whines, arching back, so that he is flush against Dean’s chest. You get a full view of Sam’s cock, covered mostly by Dean’s hand.

“Keep watching,” John orders as his hips begin to stutter.

“Dean,” Sam whines as ropes of cum land on the chaise, and Dean gives a half-dozen thrusts before stilling.

John holds himself deep inside you, seemingly cumming over and over again inside you, and you can feel it leaking out of you when he pulls away. As he did when he first entered the room, he chuckles at the sight, and you feel his fingers brush against your abused pussy.

You fear John will scope up the remnants and force you to swallow his juices as he did before, but instead he pushes them back into your cunt.

“Can’t waste Daddy’s cum, Y/N,” he tsks, “how else are we gonna put a son in you?” John grabs a corner of the silk sheets, and wipes off his cock, his eyes never leaving you as you remain frozen. “Clean her up and dress her,” John orders as he pulls on his trousers, Sam and Dean stepping up behind him. “Our carriage arrives in an hour.”

“Yes, sir,” the brothers answer in unison.

“See if one of the whores downstairs can do something about her face. Don’t want the priest to get the wrong idea,” John lets out a low, breathy chuckle. “And make a decision about which one of you is gonna marry the slut.”

“Sir,” Dean steps forward. “We were thinking–”

“No,” John hisses seemingly knowing what the unasked question is going to be. “The deal was I let you and your brother fuck around, on the condition that one of you gets a wife and produces an heir.” The thought of any of the men putting a child in you makes your stomach turn, and you can’t help but vomit at the thought. None of the Winchesters seem to notice, or if they do, they don’t care.

“A crueler father would’ve found you a bride the minute you were eligible,” John continues, only stopping to give you a momentary glance. “People back home are starting to question why neither of you have married yet. I don’t care which one of you takes the bitch on, or who the child belongs to, one of you is getting married before we leave London. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean answers for both brothers.

John finishes redressing, and stalks away. The brothers share a cursory glance, before moving towards you. You flinch at their touches, even though they are softer and more delicate than before. You curl into yourself, helpless to do anything.

Your wrists are bruised where you were once bound, your pussy throbs from the multiple intrusions, and to your embarrassment, you’re still leaking John’s cum.

Dean disappears for a moment, and you watch as Sam's eyes roam your body, like you're a piece of meat, and he’s as hungry as he was before. You try to cover yourself, not that it really mattered, the brothers had already seen more of you than you had of yourself.

You bring your knees to your chest, and wrap your arms around them, foolishly thinking that it could deter either brother from taking you again.

Dean appears with a modest dress, it wasn’t the one you had worn to the party, but you figured they’d ripped it apart while you were unconscious. Dean hands the dress off to Sam, and instructs him to help you dress while he finds someone to work on the state of your hair and face. Sam huffs at the order, but complies, pulling Dean into a raw and passionate kiss.

Dean mumbles something about later, and leaves you and Sam alone in the strange bedchamber. Sam grabs at your ankles, and though you know you have little to no chance of being able to fight him off, you throw all of your weight into your free leg aiming for his gut.

You feel the sole of your foot connect with his trim and taut stomach, and Sam doubles over. You take the opportunity to make for the doorway, modesty be damned, you needed to get away from the Winchesters before you forcibly married into their family and made nothing more than a broodmare.

Each step you take is like walking on needles, but you push through the pain as best you can, screaming out for help. The door’s nearly within your reach when everything goes black.

You wake up in the restraints again, now with Sam leaning over your body, the silver blade that was once in Dean’s possession now sliding across your chest.

“Bad idea, Y/N,” Sam grumbles, and you pull against your bindings. “Gonna have to teach you a lesson now.” Sam puts more pressure on the blade, enough to draw blood, and most likely scar your body. You wince as he continues, holding back your tears as long as you can, until he begins rutting against you, his cock getting hard through his trousers as he rubs against your naked pussy.

He slides his trousers down, just enough to expose his hardening cock, and you attempt to bring your legs together, trying to do something– anything to keep him from fucking you again. Sam brings the blade to your neck, and he doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand what will happen if you don’t cooperate.

“Lucky you're still filled with my father’s cum,” he says softly, “won’t have to get you ready for me.”

You let out a silent scream as Sam pushes inside. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, instead, he starts moving in long and hard thrusts, unlike before, where the brothers were getting amusement out of your unwanted arousal, this was Sam’s way of showing you that he was in complete control.

Sam grunts over you, and brings his head down to where he had drawn blood just minutes before, and laps up at the crimson liquid. He places bruising kisses upon your lips, and gnaws at your shoulders, breaking the skin.

“You’ll make such a good wife, Y/N,” he murmurs in your ear, as if you are supposed to take it as a compliment. “Once Dean and I fuck the disobedience out of you, you’ll be perfect,” Sam pants over you, and you swallow thickly at his words. “Can’t wait to see you round with our son.”

Bile fills your throat again at the mention of being forced to carry a child that you do not want. Treacherous tears leave your eyes before you can stop them, and you focus your gaze on the ceiling, hoping and praying that Sam will finish soon.

“Just couldn’t resist taking her again, couldja Sammy?” Dean’s voice fills the bedroom again. “I guess this means she’ll be Mrs. Sam Winchester,” Dean approaches the bed, and sits on the edge.

He watches intently as Sam continues to abuse your cunt before moving behind you. Sam stops as Dean situates himself behind you, propping you against him. The atmosphere changes, and you realize that Sam is no longer the one in charge, Dean is.

“Sammy being good to you, sweetheart?” He murmurs into your ear, and when you don’t respond Dean tuts at Sam. “Let her cum, Sammy.”

“She tried to leave,” Sam argues, and Dean lets his hands roam over your body.

“Leave? Bad idea, sweetheart,” one of Dean’s hands cups your breast, while the other makes it way down your stomach, and reaches your swollen bud.

You moan unwillingly when Dean begins toying with you, building an orgasm, that you hate to admit you want. Sam’s thrusts become more deliberate, now that Dean’s here, Sam seems to want to please him by making you cum on his cock.

You can feel Dean hardening beneath you, but he makes no effort to use you for his own pleasure.

Sam leans over you, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you, but instead, he presses his lips against Deans. Though you’re practically face-to-face, Sam’s focus is no longer on you, but on his brother.

Dean continues to swipe at your bundle of nerves, and when he commands it, you cum hard, coating Sam’s cock with your arousal.

Everything after that is a blur, you remember the brothers dressing you, a woman entering and making you look “presentable,” before quickly leaving. You’re led to a room where John and a priest stand quietly.

You tried to protest, but John explained to the priest that you’d been ill, and that your parents had already given their blessing for you to marry. The priest bought the story, not that it surprised you, a woman’s word held nothing over a man’s.

John reached over to hug you, a seemingly loving gesture to anyone unaware of his true nature. He not-so-subtly reminded you that you no longer were a lady of the court, but you’d be the property of him and his sons. You nod, the only thing you can do, and smile slightly, and whispers of good girl, fill your ears as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

A few hours later, you’re boarding a ship bound for America, a trip that would take no less than a month. The Queen must’ve given the Winchesters more money than you could ever imagine, as the four of you were the only passengers. You’re greeted by a dark-haired, blue-eyed man.

“Ma’am,” he bows his head slightly, and whether it be intentional or not, reminds you of your new role.

Mrs. Winchester.

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When Helen was still alive, John found out how jealous he can get. The first time he felt the feeling of jealousy, he found it so corrosive. It was as if it's eating you whole and the mere thought of losing the one you love to some other bastard, makes him see him see red. After that day, John vowed to himself to never let that feeling make its way into his system again. But it was quite difficult because Helen is a gorgeous woman. A lot of men would want her, of course. But John, he managed to control his jealousy.

Because he knew that Helen would never look at another man the way she looked at John.

Today is different though. Way different. Because John never knew how truly possessive he was until he met Y/N. He tried to reason with himself. That he had no right to feel this way especially since he just met the girl. But no, it just wouldn't go away. The way she smiles at other men and look at them with her pretty bright eyes, it drove John crazy. Because that's how she looked at him. Or maybe... that's how she looks at everyone?

Maybe the brightness she showed for John was just the same one that she showed to others? Is that the kind of girl she is? No. No, that can't be. John was special. He always visits her. He's consistent. He would always take the time to get to know her even if the answers to his questions he already knew. He would always help her out whenever he can. But these men? They never took the initiative. They never took the time to get to know her like he did.

So John was special. He had to be special.

Of course, he already knew that she knew that. It was only a matter of time when she'll realize that all of what John is doing is for her own good. John liked to think that he was the best thing to ever happen to her life. Before him, her life seemed so dull and dangerous. It's not safe for a girl to roam around the streets at night especially a girl as pretty as Y/N.

So maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for John to follow her to her home, right? He just wanted to make sure she was safe after all. No harm in that.

If only Y/N knew how much John really cared for her. If only she knew how unsafe she really was in public. There are a lot of bad people out in the streets and John knew that. Most of the time, he passed by them. Some of them even order flowers and pastries at Y/N's shop.

John knew better. Of course, he did. He's in a business where he works with cruel people all the time. And the last thing he wants for Y/N is to be in danger. He knew all of that. But the other guy over there? Not so much.

Three days ago, John came in and saw Dave, one of Y/N's newly regular customers. At first, he never really thought much about the kid. But now that his visits are as frequent as John's, the assassin's patience is running thin. He would notice how the guy looks at her and would hear his attempts at flirting but John was pretty sure Y/N was oblivious to all that and would only reply politely at him.

The assassin couldn't help but scoff at Dave's sulking reaction whenever he got turned down and he was pretty fucking sure the guy already despised John. If he could read his mind, he was pretty sure Dave was already cursing him in his head.

The look in his eyes says it all. John could perfectly see the frustration and a hint of embarrassment in there. He was aware of the silent rivalry going on between the two of them and neither of them wanted to back out. But if there was anything that John had in common with Dave, it was the fact that he was also dangerous. But unlike John, Dave was also a bit of a coward and the assassin could perfectly sense it.

Because even if he wanted to give John a piece of his mind, Dave was obviously afraid of the older man.

And John couldn't really blame him.

Dave had a reason for fearing him after all.

"Good morning, John. The usual?" Her voice rang out, cutting off John's train of thoughts.

"Yes, darling." John smiled and couldn't help but notice the faint blush creeping up on Y/N's cheek. It was small hints like this that made John think that he could have a chance with the sweet girl in front of him.

He had also began to openly call her endearing nicknames. He was quite thankful that Y/N would let it slide and since she never really said anything about it, John figured it was perfectly fine to do so.

"Here you go, John. I added some extra shots of espresso in there, I thought you could use it." Y/N said sheepishly and silently pointed out the bags around John's eyes.

John let out a chuckle and took a careful sip of his drink. He took it upon himself to pick up the tray with a plate of Y/N's pancakes and sat down on his usual seat near the counter. It was only 7 AM and John was the first customer to come in. He always made it a point to come in first just so he could chat with Y/N a bit before she had gotten busy with her other customers.

"Oh, I never really asked you. How did your date with Dave go? Didn't he ask you out the other day?" John asked casually. He took note on how Y/N's expression changed and he grabbed the opportunity to have a taste on the pancakes that she had made.

"Well, to be honest it went okay. But I haven't really heard from him ever since he dropped me off." Y/N answered solemnly to which John hummed in response and turned his head to look at her while she was busy tending to her flowers.

"Did you try and call him? Text him maybe?"

"Trust me, John, I already did all those but I got no reply." Y/N paused and turned around to look at John while she fiddled with her fingers, hesitation written all over her face, "Do you think maybe he realized how boring I was?"

John's eyes widened at her question and it made his blood boil almost instantly. It angered him that she could even think of such things about herself. Boring? Fuck, she was nowhere near boring, that's bullshit!

The older man took a deep breath and gathered his composure before he forced a soft smile on his face and shook his head.

"Sweetheart, you're nowhere near boring. If anything, I think you're one of the most interesting women I ever met." There it was again. That blush.

Y/N looked down at her feet and giggled nervously and John smiled softly at how cute she looked whenever she's flustered. She was a shy girl, John took note of that. He noticed how she would avoid his gaze whenever he complimented her or did something that was considered sweet. And everytime he saw her reaction, she only got more and more adorable.

"Anyways." She cleared her throat and nodded her head over at him, "You seemed so worn out, what have you been doing last night?"

"Nothing too big. Just had a lot of work to do." John said dismissively as he continued to eat his food and washed it down with the black coffee he was drinking. Every food that was made by Y/N tasted good to him.

Y/N hummed in response and tilted her head to the side when she noticed hiw dirty John's nails were. And it wasn't the kind where e wasn't taking good care of them. It was the kind where it looked as if he really had gone down and dirty with them.

"Are you a mechanic?" She would ask curiously as she walked back to the counter and began to wrote stuff down on her notepad, probably a checklist of some sort. John also took note of how organized Y/N was.

"You could say that. I also book bind. Why?"

"Nothing much. Just figured your line of work must be a bit messy considering how dirty your hands are." Y/N let out a giggle and nodded her head towards his hand and John looked down to see that they really were dirty.

"Oh uh, yeah. I guess this isn't really a good look, is it?" He chuckled and proceeded to put his hands down on his lap. Thankfully, he was already done eating.

"Well, it's not a good thing to eat food while your hands are dirty." Y/N grabbed some tissues and walked over to John's table where she stood in front of him.

John looked up at her in awe as she looked down at him with a soft smile on her face.

"May I?" John didn't think twice to lift his hands up and placed them onto Y/N smaller, softer ones.

"A man should always take care of himself. That's what my Dad always said." Y/N murmured quietly as she focused on cleaning John's hands and taking the dirt out of his nails, "What would your date say if she saw how dirty your hands are?"

John let out a laugh and wasn't at all offended by what she said since he knew she was only joking. He should be embarrassed that his hands were dirty. It probably looked disgusting and unsanitary. But this was the first time he had gotten them this dirty. Work was... heavier than usual after all.

"I think she shouldn't be cleaning my hands if they're so dirty." John saw how Y/N froze on her spot as her eyes met his. He smirked at sight of the familiar pink hue on her soft cheeks and he wanted nothing more but to press his lips against them.

"John, I-"

"Excuse me, Miss. Is Y/N Y/L/N here by any chance?" John tilted his head to the side just as Y/N turned around to see two police officers standing behind her.

"Uhm, yes, this is she? Is there something wrong, officer?" Y/N put the tissue down on the table and John could sense her unease at the presence of the two uniformed bastards in front of them.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I'm Officer Wilson and this is officer Callaway. We just need to ask you some questions so if it's okay with you, can we step outside and talk?" Y/N looked back at John who smiled gently at her and gave her a nod before he leaned back against his seat and took one big gulp of his coffee.

"I'll be right back." She whispered and proceeded to step outside of the shop with the two officers following behind.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Y/N asked the moment they were out in the clear and she saw how Officer Callaway let out a deep sigh and pulled out a picture from the folder he was holding.

"Do you know him, Miss Y/L/N?" Y/N's eyes widened in response as she grabbed the photo with shaking hands.

"Yes. I was on a date with him the other night, David Hernandez. What's wrong, did something happen to him?"

"I'm afraid he's gone missing, Ma'am. And according to what we've recently gathered, you were the last person he was with the night he disappeared."

"He... he dropped me off after our date and ever since then, I haven't heard from him. I even dropped calls on his cell and texts and even left a voicemail on his answering machine but there was nothing. I thought maybe he ghosted on me but I never knew he went missing."

"Not to worry, Miss. We're currently taking care of the case and doing everything we can to find him. We'll be contacting you if we find anything on the matter. Thank you for taking the time to talk to us." Officer Wilson smiled at her reassuringly and soon got into the car with his partner.

Y/N stood frozen on her spot and watched as the car disappeared from her sight. It took her a good few minutes to finally gather her composure and walk right back inside the shop where she expected John to be waiting for her but there was none.

Instead, there was money left on the table along with a napkin that had a written note on it.

I'm sorry if I couldn't wait. Had to go and take care of something at work. Be safe, sweet girl.

-John x

Y/N crumpled the napkin up and stuffed it in the pocket of her jeams before taking the money and putting it in the register and some on the tip jar since she knew John would always leave a tip for her.

But her mind was spiraling from the turn of events that just occured.

Dave was missing for four fucking days now and there was still no trace of him that was left.

Where was he? Y/N thought.

Meanwhile, John parked his car in the garage and grabbed his duffle bag from the trunk where a familiar silver watch was placed safely inside.

The assassin scoffed and tossed the watch on the coffee table inside the living room before he proceeded to make his way upstairs and take a much needed shower. The events of last night was too tiring and stressful to even think about. Thankfully, he's finally able to scrub himself clean.

He was never fond of having blood and dirt on him after a gruesome kill.

That wasn't his problem though.

If only Dave had behaved and didn't put up a fight. Maybe the deed was done much faster than John would've intended.

But oh, well. It was done either way.