#2022 SPN FLUFF BINGO masterlist

[muffinbeliever]

Drunk Confessions

The reader makes fun, girly drinks for the boys. Chaos ensues. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 582 (she's a smol one!)

Warnings: alcohol (?), fluff, very rushed lol 

Square Filled: Feelings Accidentally Revealed @spnfluffbingo

A/N: oh my god hello everyone i am so sorry for the long hiatus/break that i took unexpectedly i missed you all so much and i felt so guilty every day that i didn’t write oops here is a little drabble because i cant bring myself to write more than 2 pages right now, for my 2022 fluff bingo that i am continuing through 2023 (OOPS) i love you all and i hope you enjoy !!!

Masterlist | SPN Fluff Bingo 2022 Masterlist

You slammed the shot glass on the table as the whiskey burned your throat. Your face wrinkled in disgust.

“Oh, that is just… that’s awful,” you said with a shudder. “You guys like this stuff?” 

Sam threw his head back with a laugh while Dean looked at you like you grew two heads. 

“What?” You asked, defensively. “Don’t tell me whiskey tastes better than literally any fruity cocktail in existence.” 

“Dean is still scarred from the time he drank purple nurples,” Sam smirked. 

“What the hell is a purple nurple?” 

“Don’t even ask,” Dean groaned, shaking his head. An idea sparked in your head before you could reply, so you curbed your curiosity, formulating a plan instead. 

“I’ll be right back,” you announced, as you stood from the wooden chair. 

An hour and three drinks later, you were buzzing with alcohol, your body filled with warmth. 

“Woah, Sam, are you drunk?” You asked, perplexed. In all of your years with the brothers, you had never seen either of them drunk. Alcohol was like water to them. 

“Psh, yeah,” he said, sassily. 

“How is that possible? You’re a giant. And you’ve been drinking since you were twelve!” 

“‘Cause Sammy only drinks beer, sweetheart. You get three shots of liquor in him, and he’s out for the night,” Dean laughed, but his slightly slurred words and shining green eyes indicated that he, too, was pretty far gone. 

“At least I’m not short.” Sam bit back from where he was slouched in an armchair, giving his classic bitch face. "And bossy.” You laughed at his seriousness. He looked over at you and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing so hard over there, Y/N/N. You’re the one who’s in love with him.” Your jaw dropped at Sam’s bluntness, your eyes quickly darting towards the older, henley-wearing hunter, who was luckily drunk and distracted. 

“Shut up, Sam,” you laughed, nervously, hoping Dean was too drunk to hear the tremble in your voice. 

“Please. Sound familiar? ‘I would rather stay in Purgatory for a week than spend one more night listening to Dean with another girl,’” Sam said, mocking you in a higher-pitched voice. 

“You said you’d never bring that up!” Your face was heated, embarrassment steadily growing inside of you. “And I don’t sound like that!” 

“I’m getting another drink,” Sam slurred, getting out of his chair. 

You watched with amusement as he stumbled towards the alcohol on the table, carefully sniffing each one, before settling on a fruity cocktail you had finished making just minutes before. You smiled at your small triumph.

You looked over towards Dean again, your heart melting at the bright smile he flashed you. 

“Hey,” you murmured once he was close enough. He pulled you into his arms, and you relaxed in his embrace. Drunk Dean was handsy and affectionate, always talking about how good you smelled. You were familiar with Drunk Dean, having met him a few times throughout your years with the brothers. 

“If I had known you felt that way, I wouldn’t see all those girls,” he said, quietly. Your heart soared at his words— the words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long now— but you knew that it was wrong for you to ask this of Dean, and you shook your head. 

“No I get it, it’s your coping mechanism. You like it,” you argued, albeit weakly.

“No, Y/N. I like you,” Dean insisted, before capturing your lips with his. 

Taglist: @akshi8278​ @skyewardolicitycloisdelena91​ @lanea-1​ @slamminmine​ @bluedragonflylady @cevans-winchester @bakugouswh0r3 @muhahaha303 @allaroundjejje​

[holylulusworld]

2022 SPN FLUFF BINGO masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

Stories written for: @spnfluffbingo​

Square 1: (??? x fem!Reader): Cop au

Square 2: Big grump (Dean Winchester x Reader): Old flame au

Square 3: (??? x fem!Reader): Biker au

Square 4: The new neighbor (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Cuddling

Square 5: (??? x fem!Reader): Fairytale au

Square 6: (??? x fem!Reader): Rival villains au

Square 7: Uptown Boy (1) (AU!Dean x Mechanic!Reader): car broke down

Square 8: It’s Sam to you (Mobster!Sam x fem!Reader): Mafia au

Square 9: Sandalwood and Lilac (CEO!Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Business au

Square 10: (??? x fem!Reader) Medieval au

Square 11: (??? x fem!Reader): Childhood sweethearts

Square 12: (??? x fem!Reader): Office au

Square 13: Stride (Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader): Free Space (a/b/o)

Square 14: Karma and suits (Alpha!(CEO) Dean x Omega!Reader): CEO AU

Square 15: (??? x fem!Reader): Brother’s best friend

Square 16: (??? x fem!Reader): Prison au

Square 17: (??? x fem!Reader): Cowboy au

Square 18: Her big bear (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader): Highschool teacher au

Square 19: Board Games (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Best friend’s brother

Square 20: (??? x fem!Reader): Detective au

Square 21: Her concubines (Dean x fem!Reader x Sam): Enemies to lovers

Square 22: Faking it (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader): a/b/o

Square 23: A thief at the bunker (Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader): Idiots in love

Square 24: (??? x fem!Reader): Bodyguard au

Square 25: How deep is your love? (Dean Winchester x Reader): Best friends to lovers

Find more special events/bingos here: Special Events & Stories Masterlist

[spnbangbang]

On behalf of the mods, thank you to all the writers, artists and betas who helped make this bang possible. Twenty new fics ranging from fluff to filth and everything in between.

Thank you as well to everyone who boosted, read, kudos'ed and commented.

Stay tuned. We may be doing some fun bingos and prompts over the next few months. In the meantime, here's the masterlist of all of the fics. You can also click here for the 2022 SPN Bang Bang collection on A03.

this ain't for the best (but i want you) Author: jewishdeanwinchester Artist: sailorsally Masterpost | Fic | Art

This Heart and Flesh Shall Fail Author: ValandraWrites Artist: ThePixelAgora Masterpost | Fic | Art

Unadventurous Author: Tossukka Artist: Klayr Masterpost | Fic | Art

Under Heat Author: seasidemeow Artist: wigglebox Masterpost | Fic | Art

In Thrall Author: SomethingBlue42 Artist: strwbryshortie Masterpost | Fic | Art

Red Carnation Author: angelshotgun (TatteredBurningWings) Artist: wigglebox Masterpost | Fic | Art

Color Me Mated Author: PetraAmia Artist: nickelkeep Masterpost | Fic | Art

All I Want of the World Author: ersatzangel Artist: Kireadraws Masterpost | Fic | Art

Crooked Halo Author: AmberXBoone Artist: Sheepstiel Masterpost | Fic | Art

The Perfect Lemon Pie Author: magicaldinosaur Artist: KineticPassion Masterpost | Fic | Art

Right In Front of His Salad Author: redamber79  Artist: casarts Masterpost | Fic | Art

The Omega Challenge Author: ElsaSigyn Artist: PetraAmia Masterpost | Fic | Art

Seven Year Itch Author: tiamatv Artist: Hexentaenzerin Masterpost | Fic | Art

Solo, Duo, Trio Author: nickelkeep Artist: PetraAmia Masterpost | Fic | Art

Growing a new half soul Author: hedderstheowl Artist: Solstheim Masterpost | Fic | Art

Dream A Little Dream of Me Author: Autrice Artist: sins_of_vale Masterpost | Fic | Art

In Place Author: freezefawn Artist: Sidewinder Masterpost | Fic | Art

Baby Girl Author: butterflyslinky Artist: staneatscrayons Masterpost | Fic | Art

Constructive Criticism Author: tea_or_die Artist: Wigglebox Masterpost | Fic | Art

Cuffin' Season Author: fullvoid Artist: Solstheim Masterpost | Fic | Art

[smellingofpoetry]

200 Follower Celebration

Hi there!

I still can’t believe that I’m right here writing this, but it appears that I’ve reached 200 followers.

When I started the blog, I never really thought something like this could happen. I can’t thank you guys enough for your incredible support, your kindness, and your appreciation. I must admit, I’m feeling quite lucky.

To celebrate this important milestone, I’ve decided to host a challenge. Well, not any kind of challenge, but my very first one. I have chosen a few quotes from some songs by the Imagine Dragons. Why do you ask? Well, soon is going to be my birthday and before the pandemic hit, I was lucky enough to celebrate my birthday by going to the Imagine Dragons concert. The best experience of my life, so I thought it could be a nice way to remember that moment.

Below the cut, you’re going to find all the rules and prompts.

RULES:

Writers must be 18+ to participate.

You don’t have to follow me, but it would be nice if you did since this is a follower celebration.

The challenge is SPN and Dean related. This doesn’t mean that you can’t use any other SPN characters, but just that Dean must be at the center of your story.

You can add an OC character, or a Reader insert if you’d like.

Once you choose your prompt, send me an ASK to let me know. Remember, you can use the prompt as you like. It can be used as a dialogue prompt, or you can just write your whole story around it. It’s really up to you.

You can write anything from angst to fluff, to AU, there’s really no limitation in that.

Do not write anything that contains: underage smut, incest, non-con/rape, Wincest, Destiel.

Tag all of your warnings appropriately, please.

No words count limit but insert the “keep reading” line if you go over the 500 words.

You can combine the prompt you pick with other challenges and bingos.

The deadline is June 2nd, 2022. I thought it would be great to celebrate my birthday with your stories, but if you can’t make it for that date, don’t worry about it. Just send me a message to let me know, God knows how many times I needed more time to finish a story.

Tag me in your fic and use #smellingofpoetry200celebration within your first five tags, so I can find you easily. Also, if I don’t like your post within three days, feel free to send me an ask or DM. Sometimes Tumblr notifications aren’t the best.

I will reblog every entry and created a Masterlist at the end of it, but I reserve the right to not reblog any post that goes against the rules, sorry.

Feel free to send me an ask or DM if you need more questions or some clarification.

I know that there are too many rules, but don’t forget to have fun while writing. 🖤

PROMPT:

I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals – Radioactive;

Your eyes, they shine so bright I wanna save that light – Demons; [@avanatural]

When the lights fade out all the sinners crawl – Demons;

So I bare my skin and I count my sins and I close my eyes and I take it in – Bleeding out;

You tell me to hold on but innocence is gone and what was right is wrong – Bleeding out;

I know I let you down, didn't I? – I bet my life;

Remember when I broke you down to tears – I bet my life;

I shot a hole through every single thing that I loved – Shots; [@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Your love is always dangerous – I don’t know why;

I was broken from a young age – Believer; [@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior, @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Do you feel the same when I'm away from you? Do you know the line that I'd walk for you? – Walking the wire;

I've been living but I was never breathing – Rise up;

In my darkest hour, in the dead of the night I'll make it up to you – I’ll make it up to you;

Lay with me, for one more night – I’ll make it up to you;

I'm far from a perfect man – I’ll make it up to you;

Cold nights, cold sheets one more lonely empty hotel room what I'd give to find my way back into you – Start over;

So thank you for taking a chance on me I know it isn't easy but I hope to be worth it – Next to me;

Something about the way that you walked into my living room casually and confident lookin' at the mess I am – Next to me;

Deep inside me, I'm fading to black, I'm fading took an oath by the blood of my hand, won't break it – Natural;

You gotta be so cold to make it in this world – Natural;

How many tears do we have to cry? – Boomerang;

I can't be what you want me to be – Bad liar;

I can't breathe – Bad liar;

I'll follow you way down to your deepest low – Follow you;

I'm in the bathroom looking at me face in the mirror is all I need – Bones;

I'm tagging some of my mutuals who may or may not be interested: @snowlovespie @avanatural @libre1rose8 @little-diable @waynes-multiverse @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @katelyn--renee @flamencodiva @roonyxx @jay-and-dean @deanwanddamons

[magicaldinosaurcat]

Trained with a Firm Hand

Masterlist for my SPN Kink Bingo Fic

Summary: Dean and Cas got together after going through some hiccups and miscommunication bullshit, which had all been totally Dean’s fault (but seriously, who would’ve guessed that Dean was a bratty bisexual sub, and needed to be trained by Cas with a firm hand … not Dean obviously). They're living the happy couple life, and Cas is commited to keeping their sex life interesting (and challenging for Dean).When they visit the Las Vegas kink convention, they are each in for a surprise ...This work will include all the kinks I got for the 2022 SPN kink bingo, which adds up to 25 chapters of smut. I will update tags accordingly. Updates every thursday.

Tags:  BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Professor Cas, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean WInchester, Edgeplay, Dom Benny Lafitte, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Blow Jobs, Ethical Polyamory, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Switching, Breathplay, Crossdressing, Nipple Clamps, CBT, Prostate Milking

Link to the WIP: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94262248

Bingo Square #1: Flavored Lube: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94262248

Bingo Square #2:  Caged/Open black Panties      https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94412011

Bingo Square #3: Free Space: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94752721#workskin 

Bingo Square #4: Standing Sex: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/95124793#workskin

Bingo Square #5:  Magically Healing Cock: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/95893762#workskin

Bingo Square #6: Thigh Riding: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/96670653#workskin 

Bingo Square #7: Edging: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/97805535#workskin 

Bingo Square #8: Sex Hotline: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/99785583#workskin        

Bingo Square #9: Jackhammering: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/100823421#workskin 

Bingo Square #10: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/102754869#workskin             

[avanatural]

300 Follower Celebration

Hello friends! I hope you’re all doing well! ❤ I thought I’d create a writing challenge to celebrate reaching 300 followers! ✨💃

First of all, when I joined Tumblr almost three months ago, I didn’t expect that I was going to reach 300 followers at all. Like, ever. I met such kind people on here who welcomed me with open arms! Thank you to everyone who chats with me, tags me in wonderful posts, reads my stories and/or provides me with feedback! I love you all! 

You really make me feel like part of the family, and we all know that family don’t end in blood. Tumblr has become a special place to me, so thank you! Below the cut, you can find 25 quotes from Modern Family. They will serve as writing prompts for SPN-related fics.

If you want to celebrate with me, join my challenge! But first, here are the rules:

Send me an ask with the number of your preferred prompt. Each prompt will only be given away once.

Everybody is welcome to join (as long as you’re at least 18 years old)!

Do not write anything that contains underage smut, incest or non con.

Your submission has to be either a reader insert or an OC, the story itself is entirely up to you!

This challenge is not character-specific, so you can write about any SPN characters you want!

Let your imagination run wild and write fluff, smut, angst, AUs, whatever you feel like! 

Feel free to combine the prompt with other challenges or bingos!

Use warnings for anything that might be triggering!

Tag me in your fics and make sure to use #avanaturals300celebration as one of the first five tags.

There’s no limit regarding word count. Keep it short, make it long, do whatever you’d like! 

The deadline is January 31st, 2022. We all know life can get messy, so if you can’t make the deadline, just send me a message! 

I will reblog and comment on every fic and create a masterlist with all submissions.

And finally, the most important rule: Have fun with it! ❤ No pressure, just let the creativity flow when it feels right.

Without further ado, here are the prompts:

1. “Family is family. Whether it's the one you start out with, the one you end up with, or the family you gain along the way.” @nerdyfangirl67 

2. “Well, technically this is your fault because we were afraid our marriage was getting as boring as yours.”

3. “With great hotness comes great responsibility.” @eevvvaa

4. “No, see, this is exactly why we sweep things under the rug.” @waynes-multiverse

5. “It seemed like all we did was fight and make love.” @deanwanddamons​ 

6. “I like the me I am when I’m with you.” @smellingofpoetry​ 

7. “You’re too funny. I’m gonna share that one with my next husband when we’re spending your money.” @libre1rose8

8. “Can you scratch my nose? I feel like you’re closer.” @winchest09​ 

9. “It’s a miracle I didn’t end up a stripper.”

10. “I don’t like another woman in my house. I want to be the star.”

11. “If you love something, set it free. Unless it's a tiger.” @carryonmywaywardcaptain

12. “Making a child is the easy part. The hard part is everything that comes after.” @myloversgone

13. “Happy Valenbirthiversary!”

14. “This magic juice is gonna help mama turn that bathtub into a swim up bar.”

15. “Marry someone who looks sexy while disappointed.” @msmarvelouswinchester

16. “That’s the whole point of a surprise party. You take somebody you really love and you play ‘em like a fool.”

17. “It's a body spray called Sex Grenade. One of the divorced dads in the hotel recommended it.” @reds-protege​ 

18. “Always keep the rhythm in your feet and a little party in your shoulders.” @440mxs-wife​ 

19. “I’ve been practicing like crazy all of my cowboy skills - shootin’, ropin’, pancake eatin’.” @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​ 

20. “Don’t cry, you’ll streak your bronzer.” @mamagynger

21. “That was hardly porn. It was a topless woman on a tractor. You know what they call that in Europe? A cereal commercial.”

22. “You just discovered the one thing you can’t make sexy.” @wonder-cole​

23. “I’ve always said that if my son thinks of me as one of his idiot friends, I’ve succeeded as a dad.”

24. “Don't take this the wrong way, but I have almost no faith in you.” @taetertotsv​

25. “Belle’s a princess. She faced the Beast. She stood up to the townspeople. What have you done?”

[winchester-girl67]

SPN Fluff Bingo 2022

A/N: This will be my bingo masterlist for @spnfluffbingo​ <3

Midnight: The Dinner Guest (AU!Dean x Daughter!reader) Dean gets angry with his daughter, the reader, when she gets home past curfew and misses dinner with her grandfather. 

Playing with their hair: Under The Weather (Dean x reader) Sam takes care of his big brother when Dean comes down with something nasty on their way to see Y/N, a fellow hunter. When she gets wind of the situation with Dean, she arrives just in time to take care of both boys.

Free space: Diary Of A Hunter (Dean x Sister!reader) During your down time from hunting, you like to write Teen Wolf fan-fiction, but what happens when your brothers stumble onto your notebook. Meanwhile, Dean gets jealous when he discovers that Sam is teaching you to drive and tries to buy your love back after teasing you relentlessly about what he thinks is your diary.

Falling asleep in their lap: Imagine... Dean Knowing How To Cure Your Insomnia (Dean x reader)

Don’t Say A Word Masterlist (Bodyguard!Dean x reader) Overworked and underpaid, that is until Y/N gets confused for her celebrity roommate and mistakenly kidnapped. A troubled relationship ensues with the man holding her against her will; but, will unforeseen circumstances push them together, or tear them apart even further when she gets taken from him.  

Shark week: Part 7

Kissed to keep quiet: Part 13

Soft under the hard exterior: Part 14

Holding hands: Part 17

Clothes sharing: Sensory Overload (Dean x Autistic!reader) The reader tells Dean that she's on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.

Neighbour AU: Happy Hour (AU! Dean x reader) The reader returns home after a night at the club realizing she's taken something that she shouldn't have. Her neighbour, Dean, notices when she's practically locked out of her house and spends the night with her.

♡ Touch starvation: Love Deliciously (Dean x reader) After an incident on a hunt, the reader tries to boost the boys' morale with a homemade feast and a little Christmas decorating. But Sam leaves for his own romantic endeavours and she catches Dean with himself after months of feeling touch starved for his affection. Something he hasn't given freely lately as his own guilt weighs on him. Nothing a little mistletoe can't fix though.

Wild Hearts Masterlist (AU!Dean x reader) Coming of age is hard enough without meeting the right guy at the wrong time. Yet, that’s exactly what happens for the reader when she finally starts to settle into her new town. Then she meets a party crasher at a bonfire with a few more scars than her own emotional ones. 

Age gap: Part 1 Y/N tags along to a bonfire on the beach with her brother and his friends. She tries to fit in with them, but winds up finding more of a connection to the guy crashing the party.

Car broke down: Part 6 - Two Years After Dean Left During her gap year, Y/N goes to visit Dean for his birthday in Sioux Falls while trying to figure out her next step in life. 

[holylulusworld]

Irresistible Scent - Kinktober (1)

Summary: Your scent is irresistable to him.

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: Marking Kink

Square 14 filled for @spnkinkbingo​: Breeding Kink

Square 5 filled for @spnabobingo​: Breeding

Square 3 filled for @afgomegaversebingo​: Mate-Inducted Rut

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: language, a/b/o, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, marking kink, marking with cum/and scent, mating bites, knotting, scenting, true mates, there is some fluff too, a little angst, implied smut, implied oral, possessive Dean

Words: 1,5+ k

A/N: Here we go. Kinktober is here. 

Kinktober 2022

2022 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist

2022 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist

AFG Omegaverse Bingo masterlist

That scent.

That irresistible scent makes him crawl up the walls. He can’t fight it. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t resist.

You are luring the alpha in. Even though, he promised himself to never give in to his alpha. You are his brother’s best friend. The little sister they never had. His friend. His confident.

But you are so much more…

You are his true mate. The one making him want to have more than the life he has. You make him dream of something more. Something he cannot have, but desires, nonetheless. 

“Omega,” a soft and throaty purr leaves his lips. A stark contrast to the things his lust-clouded mind imagines right now. He balls his hand into fists. His teeth grit and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. “Fuck.”

Dean can’t help it. He slowly trots toward the door to leave his room. If he’s fast enough, he can sit this unexpected rut out before you even realized he’s gone. 

“I need to get the fuck out of here,” he groans as your scent just got stronger. “No-fuck…ngh…”

“Dean?” fuck. The worst case just happened. Not only did Dean not make it out of the bunker, but you also walked right in on him as he tried to escape your scent and his instinct. “Shit, what’s wrong…”

You softly call out Dean’s name, but he looks like he’s in trance. He only stares at you, as his teeth grit and his nostrils flare.

“OMEGA,” he growls rather than speaking. You take a step back, already smelling the rut on Dean. “My omega. Come here.”

“Dean, how come you are in rut?” you squeak as the alpha pounces on you. “Dean. What’s wrong? You just had your rut.”

“Your scent drives me crazy,” you pant heavily as Dean buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I want you to smell like me. You must smell like me.”

“O-kay,” it doesn’t take much to get you in his arms. You simply give in to your omega and your feelings. Dean was the one not wanting to give in. You lost the battle a long time ago. 

The moment you met the cocky alpha for the first time.

He purrs against you, hands pawing at the flannel you stole from Dean. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

“I’m yours,” you’re a panting mess. Dean’s scent. The way he purrs your name, and the fact that you can feel his erection press against your thigh turns you into a puddle. “Only yours.”

Dean is nuzzling you, all the while rubbing his aching cock against your thigh.

“Can we go to your room and not do this here?” you nervously laugh. 

Sam is somewhere at the bunker, and you don’t want him to walk in on you and his brother making out like horny teens.

“My room. Safe. My omega,” you don’t fight Dean when he easily picks you up in bridal style to carry you inside his room. “Mine…”

Scent. Mine. Breed. Mark. Dean’s mind is filled with you.

“Dean, fuck,” you end up pressed face first against the door the moment he slammed it shut.

He’s on you in a blink and rips your panties off of your body. Dean presses his body to yours and slides his hands over your chest, groping your plush flesh.

“Mine,” his hands wander down to your hips, gripping you tightly to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his throbbing length press into your butt, and you hope, he won’t lose control. 

He’s slowly going down on his knees, hands moving over your body on his way.

“DEAN?” you squeak as he buries his face between your legs to capture some of your slick. “Oh fuck! What has gotten into you? Why are you in rut?”

“YOU,” he growls against your flesh. Well, you won’t get an answer tonight. Dean is busy roaming your ass, hips, and legs with his rough hands. He’s caressing every curve, every spot until one hand becomes brave and cups your pussy. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“I didn’t do-“ you whimper at the feeling of his fingers toying with your swollen clit. “Shit, Dean…we can’t. You said we can never be together.”

“You triggered my fucking rut,” he purrs while slipping two fingers inside of your cunt. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, Dean groans deeply. “You’re going to smell like me. I’m going to cover you with my scent and mark this body.”

“What? I-“ his fingers slip out of you much too soon for your liking. But you won’t be empty for long. Dean gets back up and drops his sweatpants to the ground. While he cups your ass, humming as you push your butt into his big hands, you hastily take off your flanell.

“This is mine,” one hand cups one of your breasts, roughly groping your flesh as you feel his cock poke your entrance. “Fuck.” He grips your hips, forcing you to stick your ass out a little. “I gotta breed this cunt, make you round. Everyone will know this is mine.”

“Fuck!” you exclaim loudly as Dean simply drives right into you. There are no gentleness or loving words. The alpha is too far gone to care for sex etiquette. “Dean! You didn’t use protection.”

It’s no use. Dean presses the full length of his body against yours, holding you pinned to the door as he fucks up into you with long strokes. “Gonna make this cunt my home,” he breathlessly moans in your ear. “Not gonna last long.”

Dean is on the edge for too long to hold back. He wraps his arms around your body and twirls around, with you in his arms. You end up on the bed, squeaking as the alpha is still on top of you, moving like a madman. “Dean!”

“Just…fuck,” he pushes off you to help you get on your hands and knees. You huff, as he barely gives you the time to take a breath before he grips your hips and fills you again.

The alpha roughly slams his hips into your ass, creating a squelching sound every time he enters your slicked pussy. 

You grip the bedsheets, hoping he won’t fulfill his promise and get you full of pups as he gets even faster.

Your body seizes up and you choke out a moan as the unavoidable happens. You gush all over his cock, making Dean growl in delight.

“That’s it, omega,” you whimper as your presentation leaves his lips and his hands gently move all over your back, sides and thighs. “You’re taking me so well. Fuck…I’m gonna…”

Before you can come down from your high you get pressed into the mattress again.

It’s a mess. You’re a mess as Dean mounts you from behind, moving his hips at a pace making you gasp and squeak. 

He doesn’t stop. Not when you tilt your head in submission. Not when his teeth sink in your mating gland to claim you. Not even when his knot pops open to lock you together.

“Dean, I can’t,” you whimper underneath Dean. It’s too much. His sudden change of mind. The intimacy. The bond forming. “Dean…”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart…I’ve got you…”

“Fuck, no,” you whimper and whine as Dean just covered you in his cum. 

After the first time he knotted you, you tried to have a shower. Only for the alpha to be all over you again. He threatened to breed you again and you tried to convince him to pull out.

“What?” he purrs as your ass, back, legs, and pussy are covered in his spunk. “You wanted me to pull out. Hmm…yeah. Now you smell like me all the time. You’ll not get me off your skin anytime soon.”

“I’ll just wash it off,” Dean growls now. His arms wrap around your body to keep you from getting under the spray. “DEAN!”

“No-no! You will show everyone that I marked you. Not only your neck and pussy, all of you,” his alpha hindbrain tells him to make sure every alpha crossing your path will stay away from you. “You’re mine.”

“I’m wearing your mark,” he hums, but still holds you in his arms, smearing his cum all over your body and his chest. “Dean, I can’t walk around covered in cum. It’s sticky and…uh…you know. I don’t want them to know what we do in private.”

“Aw, now my omega is shy,” Dean purrs in your neck. “I let you shower if you admit that you want me to mark you some more. Maybe I can leave a mark on your pussy too.”

He reluctantly releases you. Dean watches you turn around, quirking a brow as his eyes drop to your cunt. “Dean! You can’t bite me down there!”

“I can…and will,” you walk backward until your back hits the cool tile wall. “Spread those pretty legs. I’m gonna leave my mark right now…”

He goes on his knees, smirking as you let him hook one leg over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Dean…”

Dean won’t bite you. No. He will leave a different kind of mark. He will take you apart with his mouth until your pussy knows, she belongs only to him…

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[holylulusworld]

I never was...

Title: I never was

Summary: It’s Christmas. Time for forgiveness and second chances.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of a break-up, pregnant reader, Dean’s low self-esteem, mentions of Dean’s childhood, fluff

Square 19 filled for @spnchristmasbingo​: Coming home for Christmas

Square 1 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Getting back together  

Divider by @dawn-petrichor-world​

Words: 1k

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One week before Christmas, …

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam pokes his head into Dean’s room. The hunter pumps up the volume to listen to an awful Christmas song. At least Sam thinks it’s an awful song. “DEAN!”

The hunter sits on the ground, flipping through an old photo album. The only one he got. “I’m just looking at old pictures, is all. I tried to find stuff and found it.”

“Dean, that’s the picture album Y/N made,” the younger brother softly says. “What’s wrong with you lately? Do you still miss her?”

Dean doesn’t answer. He drops his eyes to one of the pictures. The last one he took of you before he messed things up. “No. I did the right thing.”

“You still didn’t tell me why you broke things up with Y/N,” Sam presses on. He tries to get answers for almost four months. No such luck. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Dean lies. He slams the album shut and flings it across the room. 

“After all these years you should know that you cannot lie to me, Dean,” Sam picks the album up to place it on Dean’s bed. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Dean mimics. “You sound like a broken record, Sammy.”

“DEAN! Just tell me what happened!” Sam angrily says. He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing as Dean still refuses to talk to him.

“What always happens when I have something good in my life,” Dean yells. “I mess things up. I’m like poison and ruin everything I touch. You know that.”

“Dean…” Sam sighs deeply. “Maybe you should talk to her. It’s Christmas in a week.”

“There is no coming back, Sammy. Just leave her be. Y/N will have a better life,” Dean swallows thickly, “without me fucking things up. She’s better with someone else.”

“Y/N loves you. Why would you want her to find someone else?” Sam sits on Dean’s bed. “Do you want me to call her?”

“I said no,” Dean barks. “Y/N deserves better than me or you bug her. She left for a reason. Now stop talking about Christmas, Y/N, and shit.”

“Fine,” Sam gets up to leave Dean’s room. “Just keep me out of this from now on. You cannot bring someone into our family and make me love her like a sister only to chase her away.” The younger brother chokes out. “I’m missing her too.”

Sam storms out of the room and slams the door shut.

“Sam,” you close your eyes as your friend desperately tries to make you talk to him. “Why did you call? Is the world ending again?”

“Y/N, hey,” Sam clears his throat. “I don’t know what happened between you and Dean but,” he huffs as you groan at the other end of the line. “I know you don’t want to hear anything about my brother, but he’s missing you like hell.”

“You got one thing right, Samuel,” you quip. “You do not know what he did. Dean made me leave. He didn’t give me choice. I had to leave.”

“Please come home,” the hunter pleads. “He’s drinking and hiding in his room. It feels like I’m living with a ghost, not my brother.”

“I can’t. I won’t,” you sniffle before hanging up the phone. “I’m sorry, Sam.”

Five days before Christmas, …

“Dean you need to change clothing,” Sam chastises. “I know you are missing Y/N. Even if you refuse to admit you have a broken heart, I know you are hurting.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dean argues. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” huffing Sam points at Dean’s outfit. “You’re wearing the same shirt for days. You didn’t eat, and you emptied a whole bottle of Whiskey.”

“Just leave me to my misery. How about you go to Jody’s place or visit Eileen? I’m good in my room. Alone.”

“You don’t want to be alone on Christmas, Dean. And I won’t leave you all alone.”

Three days before Christmas, …

“Can you believe Sam wanted me to come back?” you huff as Jody pours you a tea. “He doesn’t know what Dean has said and done.”

“No one knows,” Jody’s eyes drop to your middle. “Let me guess. He wanted you to have a normal and safe life. A life without him.”

“He told me that he cannot be a father,” placing your hand on your belly you sniffle. “Dean said he cannot raise our child with me. That he doesn’t want to have even more on his plate.”

“Y/N, I love you but sometimes you are too stubborn for your own good. Dean Winchester is anything but a man able to express his feelings. He would burn the world down for you. You know that.”

One day before Christmas, …

“Sam. Sammy! Saaammy!” Dean calls for his brother. “I will so kill you for all this Christmas decoration shit you put into the library.” He barks. “Sammy!”

The hunter just returned from a solo hunt and is pissed as the monster turned out to be a stray dog.

“Sam didn’t do a thing,” you nervously chew on your lower lip as Dean drops his duffle bags to the ground. He just stares at you for a moment, drinking your changed body in.

“You’re bigger,” he points out. “I mean, your belly has grown… no…I…fuck. That’s not what I meant.”

“I came home for Christmas.”

You nervously look at Dean.

What if you made a grave mistake? What if he kicks you out of the bunker now?

“You came home for Christmas,” he repeats. “I-I’m so fucking sorry,” he drops his keys next to the duffle bags and closes the distance between the two of you to bring you into his arms. “Sweetheart.”

“Jody said I must stop being stubborn, and that I’m not a child anymore. If I want something, I must take the chance to get it.”

“I never meant what I said. I was scared,” he whispers against you. “How shall I raise a child if I don’t know how to be a child? I never was a child. But I want my child to have a childhood, and not grow up a hunter. What if I make the same mistakes my father did?”

“They won’t become hunters,” you whisper in his ear. “We will make sure of it.”

“We,” Dean chokes out. “We...will make sure of it...”

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[holylulusworld]

Her big bear - Kinktober 15

Summary: The alpha moving in next door catches your attention.

Square 15 filled for @samwinchesterbingo​: Size Kink

Square 14 filled for @anyfandomaubingo​: High School AU

Square 11 filled for @spnabobingo​ : Anise/Honeysuckle/Lavender

Square 18 filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Highschool teacher au

Square 23 filled for @spnaubingo (expired): Omega!Dean

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Kink: Size kink

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, unrequited feelings, a/b/o, scenting, light making out, fluff, implied smut, implied claiming

A/N: This is one of the few flufftober fics I wrote for Kinktober to make sure everyone enjoys kinktober/flufftober.

Words: 1,3k

Kinktober 2022

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He’s so tall. He’s huge. He’s got even bigger hands. He’s all you ever dreamed of and more.

Sadly, the alpha of your dreams is flirting with some other girl. 

“Heya sweetheart,” his brother says, eagerly hugging you. “Are you enjoying yourself? We did good, right?”

“It’s a great party,” you reply with a smile. The brothers moved to town some weeks ago and invited the neighbors over for a welcome party. “Thanks for inviting me, Mr. Winchester.”

“I told you to call me Dean,” he grins. “Anyone bringing me pie, food and beer can call me Dean. The pie was something else. What did you put inside?”

“My pleasure, Dean. I used anise,” The tall omega chuckles now. “I like to bake and take care of-“ you bite your tongue. “You know, share food and all.”

“It’s quite alright, Y/N. I know that you have a thing for my brother,” you gasp audibly. “He’s a good catch, sweetheart. Trust me. I’m an omega and recognize a good alpha when I see one. And he’s single.”

“Oh, I forgot to ask what you are doing for a living,” you glance at Sam while talking to his elder brother. You try to make small talk, but all of your senses seem to focus on Sam.

“I’m a mechanic, and Sammy over there,” Dean smirks as he points toward his brother is a lawyer. He just opened his own law company. So, if you ever need help with…uh you know. The law. He can help you.”

“That’s nice. I guess.”

“What are you doing for a living, Y/N?” the friendly omega asks. Dean tries to loosen you up a little before he pushes you into his brother’s arms. He already imagines welcoming you to their family. 

“I’m a teacher at the local high school. Boring I know,” you lick your lips while watching Sam. “Not like Jess. She’s a creative director and Lisa over there, the one talking to your brother is a yoga instructor and knows everything about workouts and such.”

“Y/N, I will tell you this only once,” the omega lowers his voice, “you need to be a little more forward and aggressive when it comes to courting for an alpha you want. Go over there, and make sure to get my brother’s attention. He loves your scent; he told me so.”

“He likes my scent?”

“Lavender and honeysuckle, right? Samy was telling me he scented you before he saw you. Honeysuckle, heady and nectarous, and lavender, a pleasant smell that is floral and herbal at the same time according to my brother.”

“He scented me,” you mumble. “Sam scented me.”

“Yes. Now go over there and make your claim on my brother known.”

Dean smirks. You sigh.

There is no way that a tall and handsome alpha like Sam would ever want to claim someone plain and boring like you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie as Dean looks at you, brows furrowed. “I totally forgot about the time. I need to have a look at my students' homework and there are a few emails I need to answer.”

“Don’t just leave. At least say goodbye to my brother if you are too chicken to get what you want.”

“I-“

You sigh again.

“Sammy is a nice guy. I know the beard and his size can be intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of my brother.”

You gasp.

“Dean, I’m not scared of Sam. I just don’t know how to talk to him.”

“You talked to me the whole time.”

“That’s…you are not him,” Dean chuckles as you try to explain how you feel about his younger brother. “Don’t get me wrong. You are a nice guy but he’s just…so perfect, and tall.”

“Sammy is not perfect. He’s smart, kind, and yes, tall. But you are special too. Go and talk to him. If only to say goodnight.”

You take a deep breath. “I can do this.”

“That’s the spirit, sweetheart.”

While you slowly make your way toward Sam, Dean secretly cheers for you and his brother. It’s been a while since Sam wanted to settle down and find himself an omega. Since he and Amelia broke things up, Sam became a loner.

“Sam, hi,” fuck, you hate the sound of your own voice. Your hands start to sweat, and you don’t know if you can make it out of the house without embarrassing yourself. “It was nice of you to invite me to the party, but I have to go.”

You hold out your hand.

“You want to go?” 

“I got some more work to do,” you feel your heartbeat quicken when Sam shakes your hand. “Welcome to the neighborhood again. I hope you like it here.”

“Y/N? Hi, uh…can you open the door? It’s me, Sam from next door,” you slowly blink your eyes open as someone repeatedly rings your doorbell. “Y/N! Omega!”

“What? Who?” rubbing your face with your hand you groan. “Fuck’s sake. Who rings at my door in the middle of the night.”

You turn back around and try to get some sleep.

To hell with whoever tried to disturb your goodnight sleep…

“Morning neighbor,” you wave at Dean as he hurriedly makes his way toward his car. A black Impala he likes to call Baby. 

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You snicker as he blows you a kiss. Dean and you feel comfortable around each other, and it shows.

You spent the last few weeks getting to know the cocky omega better.

“Where do you go?”

“My garage.”

“Oh, I just came home from work.”

“Sammy is back in town too,” you stop in your tracks at the news.

At the same time as Dean decided to become your new best friend, Sam left town. Or was it the other way around?

“How was his business trip?”

“Good…it was good.”

“I should head home. Have a great day, Dean.”

Dean doesn’t tell you that Sam had to leave town to sit out his rut. His brother was ready to just pounce on you. Before Sam left, he asked his brother to keep an eye on you...

“You kept me waiting,” you drop your bag and keys as Sam Winchester stands in your living room. He looks you up and down but says nothing else. “I have been waiting for you.”

“Sam? How did you get—Dean,” groaning you realize Dean must’ve given the spare key you handed him to to join you for movie nights, to his brother. “He let you into my house.”

“Y/N, I was worried about you,” the alpha steps closer to tower over you. “Dean said you’ll be at home at seven. Uh-I wanted to cook for us.”

You just stare up at Sam. He’s even taller up close and it makes you feel small and vulnerable. But there is something else. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can already feel the slick run down your thighs. “Sam, I…”

“Do you know how hard it is to me to see and scent you every day and not be able to act on it? I wanted to make you mine for so long,” your throat is suddenly a little too dry. Sam’s scent hits you, and you can only stare up at him as he moves his large hand to cradle your face. “Answer me, omega.”

“No.”

His warm hand on your face makes you whimper. “I will tell you.” He scoops you up in his strong arms to carry you toward the bedroom. “Did you think I missed the way you looked at me?”

Sam presses you against the wall next to your bedroom. His lips claim yours in a heated kiss. You moan, eagerly returning the kiss as Sam starts to grind against your thigh.

“Sam.”

“I waited long enough to make you mine. Dean told me that you want to be mine,” he claims your lips again. A little softer this time. “Do you want me to become your alpha?”

You smirk. “I want you to become my big bear…”

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[holylulusworld]

Her concubines - Kinktober 10

Summary: The fairies are back. Fight the fairies.

Rating: lightly explicit

Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam

Kink: Feather play

Square 23 filled for @spnkinkbingo​: Feather Play

Square 21 filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Enemies to lovers

Warnings: kidnapping, a little crackish, angry Dean, language, nakedness, kinda reverse harem, feather play, implied polyamory, light smut (unprotected), seduction, implied anal sex, implied threesome, I’ll label this lightly dub-con

A/N: I usually don’t describe my reader, but for the sake of this fic the fairy has long hair (I imagined she wears the crown and clothes on the pic in my header. The reader can be of any race.)

Words: 2,1 k

Kinktober 2022

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“Leave me the fuck alone, you fucking fly,” Dean swats a fly with his hand, grumbling as the flying insect just won’t leave him alone. “I won’t share my pie with you.”

The fly is not impressed. While Dean tries to eat his pie, it flies around the plate.

“Fucking stay away from my pie. This one is mine. Stop getting on my nerves,” Dean grasps the newspaper Sam bought to kill the fly.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Sam steps out of the shower and dries his hair with a towel. A towel hangs loosely around his hips as he watches his brother fight with the fly. 

“Nothing,” looking around the room Dean huffs as the fly finally leaves him alone. He happily sinks a fork into the pie.

“What? Get away from me,” while Dean eats his pie, Sam swats the fly with his hand. “Dean, did you forget to throw your leftovers away again? You are luring insects in.”

“Ah, the fly was bugging me the whole time. That sonofabitch even tried to get some of my pie. No way,” happily munching his pie, Dean chuckles as Sam still fights the fly. “You look like you’re having fun, Sammy.”

“That’s one annoying fly,” huffing Sam looks for a book to kill the fly. “I swear it tried to land on my chest more than once.”

“A pervy fly, huh?” Dean grins. “Maybe you stink?”

“Shut up, jerk.”

“Bitch!”

“What the fuck? How did you get in here?” Dean yelps as the fly lands on his cock. He just tried to jerk off in the showers and now, he stares down at his cock, wondering how the fly got inside the shower. “You are a pervy fly. Get off my dick.”

“Dude, what’s wrong?” Sam calls from the hallways. “Did you hurt your back again?”

“It’s the fly again! It landed on my…uh…”

“It landed where?” Sam snickers. “On your ass? Maybe you stink!”

“You stink bitch! That pervy fly landed on my dick and refuses to leave me alone? It…uh…fuck! It starts to glow!!”

“It glows?” 

“OH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME! SAMMY! IT’S A F—”

“Dean? It’s what?” Sam worriedly knocks at the door. “Dean. That’s not funny. What’s wrong?”

Sam opens the door, gun aimed to fight whoever attacks his brother. “DEAN? Dean where are you?” the room is empty. All that’s left of his brother is his watch lying on the floor. “Dean?”

The hunter runs his fingers through his shaggy hair and paces the room. “Dean. How? What?” and again, the fly starts flying around Sam’s head. He swats the fly with his hand. “Not the right time to get on my nerves.”

“You will make such a nice addition to my harem,” a soft voice purrs in his ear. Sam suddenly feels light-headed. The room starts to spin, and he ends up losing consciousness.

Just like his brother before him …

“Sam…Sam…Sammy!” the younger brother jolts up. “You alright? Did that flying bitch hurt you?”

“What happened?” Sam rubs his eyes as his brother goes back to pacing back and forth. “Dean! Where are we?”

“The fly kidnapped us.”

Sam snorts.

“That’s not funny, Sam. It was the fly. I mean, it wasn’t a fly. That bitch started to glow and then I saw it…nipples.”

“Nipples?”

“Yes, nipples.”

Sam frowns. “Like that one time you got kidnapped by a fairy?”

“Exactly.”

“Wait. We got kidnapped by a little fairy. You know, with wings and pixie dust? All shiny and tiny.”

Dean gives his brother a bitch face. “She was tiny, but then…”

“Then what, Dean?” Sam cocks his head to look at his brother. 

“She turned into a woman, Sammy. A woman with wings and tits and…uh…then I lost consciousness…”

“Don’t tell me we ended up in fairytopia or something,” running one hand down his face Sam sighs deeply. “Maybe we got drunk and this is just a crazy dream.”

“Sammy, I’m telling you the fly turned into a fairy, and the fairy turned into a woman,” Dean says. “She wrapped me in her wings and then, I woke up here. Wearing nothing but a…”

Dean looks down at his body. 

“It’s called a tunic,” Sam laughs as his brother whispers that he’s not wearing underwear. 

“I feel naked!”

“I want my sweet boys to always be ready to satisfy my needs,” you finally step inside the room you gave to your newest additions to your harem. “You look beautiful.”

“I-“ Dean swallows thickly as he drinks your appearance in. You’re wearing a golden one-shoulder tunic. A large slit reveals your right leg and thigh. A golden crown made out of leaves from the forbidden garden tames your long locks.

“Sammy, she got black wings!”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. He still feels naked and vulnerable without his clothes, weapons…and shoes.

“Black wings.”

Sam can only stare at you in awe. He didn’t get the chance to get a better look at the fairies they fought years ago.

“I knew you will make a great addition to my collection,” you step closer to run your fingertips over Dean’s arm. He slaps your hand away, grumbling under his breath.

“You will learn your place, hunter.”

“Miss…why did you bring us here?” Sam tries to get information, and not start a fight right away. “Where are we?”

“You are in my world now, hunter,” you coo in Sam’s ear. “I was looking for someone to keep me company. Two of my favorite concubines died last month. They wanted to go back to their world and…”

“You killed them,” Dean balls his hands into fists. “If you want a fight, come here bitch. I’m going to rip your wings out. You are a better fly.”

You are by Dean’s side with one beat of your wings to press your index finger to his lips.

“I would never hurt my beloved ones,” you whimper. “My beloved Arthur and Marcellus wanted to go back to their world. We spend a thousand years together. If humans stay in my world, they become immortal thanks to my powers.”

“I bet she killed them, Sammy,” you cup the back of Dean’s neck to force him to feel your strength. “Fuck, she ate too much spinach or pixie dust.” The hunter grunts as you press your lips to his plump ones.

“I didn’t harm my beloved ones. If you spent thousands of years here, it means you would have died a long time ago in your world. The moment they entered their world, they turned into dust…”

“And yet, you went onto a shopping spree to kidnap me and my brother, winged bitch,” you chuckle as Dean seems to be an untamable one.

“I will have so much fun turning you into my good boy,” he huffs as you lick over his mouth. “You will love being my servant, hunter. I know you can be good.”

“Miss, my brother is far from being a good boy and, we’d like to go. Uh-we are not the ones you want.”

“Sammy,” you glance at the younger brother while moving your hand to his brother’s crotch. “Your brother’s body has a different opinion.”

“We want to go.”

“Why? You can be immortal. There will be no pain, no death, no suffering,” you softly whisper in Dean’s ear. “Only pleasure and peace. You will eat the finest food, and wear clothes made by my best elves. Pleasuring me is an honor. Be thankful I chose you.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I didn’t give you choice.”

“Bite me, winged bitch.”

“I’ll bite you!”

“Miss, did no one ever say no to you?” Sam tries to calm you and his brother.

“No. Every single man was honored to become my servant. You’ll be the same soon enough!”

“Like hell!” Dean grunts. “I won’t fuck a winged creature kidnapping me and my brother. Hot ass or not.”

“You will change your mind,” you press a soft kiss to Dean’s mouth. “I think you and your brother will soon become my favorites…”

“Shit, it won’t break,” Dean slams the chair against the window once again. “Fuck’s sake. Why won’t it break.”

“I think it’s sealed by her powers or something.”

While his brother tries to break out of the prison he calls the spacious place you brought the hunters to, his brother is busy reading yet another book from one of the bookshelves.

“Sammy, stop reading. We need to get the fuck out of here! It’s been almost a week!”

“Two weeks,” Sam slams the book shut. “I don’t get it. She brought us here. Keeps us hostage but doesn’t harm us. We are well-fed. The room is warm and cozy. She even got us our favorite things…”

“I want to go home.”

“She let the other men go. Maybe she’ll let us go one day too,” Sam says.

“I want to go now, not in a thousand years to turn into dust, Sammy. Help me!”

“You are a beautiful creature,” today you parted the brothers to get to know them better. Whiles Sam eagerly asked you questions and smiled as you gifted more books to him, his elder brother tried to attack you.

You had no other choice but to use your powers on him to keep Dean from hurting himself by attacking you. He struggles against your powers and curses your existence.

“I will kill you! Where is my brother?”

“He’s safe.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You’ll be good now or you’ll regret it!”

“Bite me.”

You chuckle. Dean is no one you can break with violence or threats. 

“I will do something better,” you rip his tunic off his body, making him growls as you reveal his naked body to your prying eyes. “Just be good now, Dean.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not yet, Dean,” you lie next to him, just looking at the hunter. “I want you to accept your new life. Sam is on a good way.”

“If you harmed my brother, I’ll rip you apart,” Dean fights the invisible strings holding him to the bed as you carefully graze his chest with the tip of your wing.

He shudders.

“So much pain. So much responsibility. So much selflessness.”

“What are you doing?” he murmurs.

You move your wing over his body. Your feathers run all over his skin, tickle and caress him.

You can see it in his eyes and the way his body responds to your touch. Dean is used to pain. He’s not used to gentleness.

“I want to give you a new start, Dean. Become mine. You and your brother,” his eyes snap open as you run your feathers over his growing erection. “You deserve a better world. One that will protect you and make you happy.”

“I’m not going to become your sex slave,” he breathes out as you straddle his lap. “Fuck, don’t do this to me.”

“I won’t hurt you or your brother.”

Dean doesn’t fight you when you lift your hips to line his cock up with your weeping entrance, nor when you grip his wrists to pin them to the mattress.

“Just let it happen. Become mine,” you coo as you start to rock your hips. “I’m going to take good care of you and your brother.”

He just watches you move on top of him. Gasps and moans leave his lips as you lean over his body to rock your hips faster. “Fuck.”

“I know you want to come inside of me, Dean. Give me a strong heir for my kingdom. All the others failed,” he pushes up into you. “Yes, harder, my beloved one.”

“Oh fuck, you’re a beast,” you giggle as, the younger brother is all over you again. Sam fell for you long before Dean even got the chance to feel your cunt around him. “Harder, Samuel.”

“You’re mine,” Sam has you pinned to one of the many bookshelves at your library. His large hands hold your ass in a tight grip as he fucks up into you. “Say it, my queen. Tell me that you only need me!”

“Y-you, only you and your brother,” he hums but moves one large hand around your throat.

“Not good enough. What do you say, Dean?”

“I’m not convinced that our little fairy only belongs to us,” Dean watches his brother wrap one arm around your waistline to give Dean the chance to get behind you. “What do you say? Do we want to have our way with her?”

“Y/N belongs to us. Only us.”

“I-I only belong to you. I swear…”

The tables turned months after you kidnapped the hunters. They accepted their new lives but wanted you to give yourself to them in return.

“Now, let’s see how well you can take both of us, little fairy,” Dean whispers in your ear as his cock pokes your tightest hole. “I bet you will make the cutest noises for us again…”

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[muffinbeliever]

The Cuddling Scheme

The reader, Team Free Will 2.0, and Charlie have a movie night.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1068

Warnings: none! 

Square Filled: Movie Night @spnfluffbingo

A/N: hello ! here is a short little one shot for my fluff bingo card! its honestly just a bunch of family time and a little bit of dean time. enjoy !!

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“Y/N, hurry up!” Charlie’s voice bounced off the concrete walls of the bunker. The microwave beeped and you rushed over, quickly pulling out the steaming paper bag.

“Ouch! Fuck!” Your fingertips slightly burned, but you had dealt with worse— much worse. 

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming!” You called back, pouring the freshly-made popcorn into a large metal bowl. You grabbed the second bowl that you had made only minutes before from the counter, rushing over to the Dean Cave. 

Movie night was long overdue, and tonight was perfect since Charlie was spending a couple of nights at the bunker after a weekend at Comic-Con in Wichita. You were on popcorn duty after an unanimous vote— excluding you— had decided that you made the best popcorn. You only had to make two bags though, as Cas didn’t eat anything and Sam had his bag of kale chips. Charlie wasn’t the biggest popcorn eater, so you figured she’d just eat some of yours if she felt like it. 

You smiled at the scene that greeted you as you walked into the Dean Cave. Jack sat in the front on a beanbag that he had claimed as his own. He was laughing as he talked to Cas. The older angel was seated in one of the armchairs that flanked the left of the long couch. He was nursing a beer— his fifth one to be exact— his eyes shining at Jack’s happiness. Dean was talking to Charlie, both sitting on opposite sides of the couch leaving the middle open for you. Sam was sitting on the other armchair, munching away at his kale chips while on his phone, most likely looking for a new case. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” Jack said with a smile when you handed him a bowl of popcorn. You returned his smile and settled into your spot, handing the larger bowl of popcorn to Dean so you could adjust the pillow behind your back. He shoved a handful of the buttery treat into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “Delicious as always, sweetheart.” He winked at you, causing little, nervous flutters in your stomach. You looked away before he could notice your blush, locking eyes with Charlie. 

“Yeah, Y/N,” she said, her eyes filled with mirth, “Delicious.” She gave you a cheesy wink that had you rolling your eyes. 

“Shut up,” you muttered, not wanting Dean to catch wind of your conversation. Luckily, he was too preoccupied throwing popcorn at Jack, while the younger angel tried to catch it in his mouth. After several failed attempts— that left several pieces of popcorn scattered around Jack— Dean focused his attention elsewhere, pelting Sam instead. 

“Dude,” Sam said, annoyed as he shook a kernel out of his long hair, “Cut it out.” 

“Come on Sammy, a little popcorn never hurt anyone. It sure as hell beats those toasted vegetables you’re munching on,” Dean teased.

“They’re called kale chips, Dean,” Sam said, rolling his eyes at his older brother. 

“Why don’t we start the movie?” Charlie interrupted before Dean could respond. 

The TV— having been long forgotten since they had chosen the movie— had turned off its screen, but one click of the remote had it up and running. You subtly flinched at the creepy doll blankly staring through the screen. 

“A horror movie? Really?” You laughed, hoping no one could hear the slight tremble of nerves in your voice. “Our life is one big horror movie. Don’t you want a change for once?” 

“Come on, Y/N. It’s just a stupid storyline with stupid writers who think they know what they’re doing. We face the real deal every day,” Dean argued. “Unless… you’re scared?” Your heart raced as you feigned confidence.

“Please, I fight monsters for a living. I’m not scared of a stupid doll.” He smirked. 

“It’s settled then. Cas, hit the lights,” Dean responded, relaxing into the back of the couch. 

The lights went out, leaving only the TV to illuminate the room. Charlie started the movie while everyone began to settle in. You shifted to your side, swinging your legs into Dean’s open lap, and he automatically placed his hands over them, drawing little circles on your shins. You nestled into the couch, placing the bowl of popcorn on your lap. Dean reached behind him, grabbing two beer bottles from the table. He handed one to you and took a swig out of the other. 

It was a typical horror movie filled with blood, gore, and creepy music. Jack was often confused, asking questions like, “If the doll is a cursed object, why don’t they just burn it?” and “Why aren’t they shooting the ghosts with salt rounds?” Every jump scare had you flinching and clinging on to Dean’s arm— not that the older hunter said anything about it. You swore you caught him smirking a couple of times though. 

After what seemed like forever, but was really just a couple of hours at most, the movie was over. Sam got up from his chair, and turned on the light, collecting the empty beer bottles littered around the room. Charlie yawned and stretched, before getting up and announcing she was going to bed. Cas and Jack followed, leaving you and Dean alone in the room. 

The popcorn was long gone, the empty bowl abandoned on the floor at some point, and you were practically in Dean’s lap. He was holding you as you huddled into his warm, hard chest. 

“Sorry,” he whispered, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Why?” His green eyes met yours, and he gave you a sheepish smile.

“I picked the movie, even though I knew you didn’t like horror movies,” he confessed. “I just wanted to hold you.” 

Your eyes narrowed, and you pulled away from his arms. His face fell.

“Sweetheart, I—” You reached behind you for a pillow, and lightly smacked him with it. 

“That was for intentionally scaring me,” you told him, before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“And that?” He muttered, his eyes closed as his cheek tingled from the feeling of your soft lips.

“That was for holding me when I was scared,” you told him, happily, before nestling back into him. 

“I’ll hold you forever,” he whispered. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and a light kiss was placed to the top of your head. You sighed, content in his embrace. 

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[holylulusworld]

Eggnog rocks

Title: Eggnog rocks

Summary: Eggnog rocks. Drunk Dean is adorable.

Pairing: (Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader)

Square 10 filled for @spnchristmasbingo (expired): Eggnog

Square 23 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Whiskey

Warnings: drunkness, a hint of alcohol abuse, fun, fluff

Words: 800+

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“Babe?“ you chuckle as your husband stumbles inside your home. He hums a Led Zeppelin song while struggling to hang his coat up on the hook. “Dean?”

He doesn’t react. Dean is kicking his shoes off. His gloves and scarf end up on the ground.

“That eggnog is something else,” he mumbles under his breath. “Maybe I should have another one.”

You grin. Dean is drunk.

“Fuck, where are my keys,” he pushes his hands into the pockets of his pants. “No! Did someone steal my Baby?” you press one hand to your mouth as Dean opens the curtains to look out of the window. “Where’s my car?”

You could tell Dean his car is safe, but he’s adorable while drunk. He scrunches up his nose as he turns around. For a moment, the former hunter stares into the darkness, but he doesn’t see you.

“Baby is in the garage, Dean. Sam drove you home,” he gasps when you switch the light on. “Why did you drink eggnog? I thought you are a Whiskey man.” You just love to tease your husband. “Come here. Let me help you upstairs.”

You walk toward Dean to help him upstairs. “Ma’am,” he startles you when he jumps back, raising his hands, “you’re sexy in that red flannel and your fuzzy socks,” he hiccups. “But I’m a married man, miss. I cannot go upstairs with you.”

“What??” you laugh.

Dean squints his eyes and looks you up and down. “I love my wife,” he slurs. “I gotta find my clothes and get out of here.”

“Dean,” you giggle as he fights your hands. “Baby, you are home. I’m your wife and you are drunk.”

“No,” he whines now. “’m not drunk miss.” He runs one hand over his chest. “I think I poured eggnog over my favorite shirt. Y/N will get mad. I smell.”

“You smell like Christmas,” you try to cup his face, but he fights your hands again. “Dean, that’s not funny.”

“I’m gonna run away, miss. I cannot stay here,” you sigh this time. “My wife waits for me to come home.”

He sways a little while walking toward the door. “Baby, you are going to hurt yourself. Fuck, how much did you drink?”

“Two…four…six…,” he shrugs. “I poured Whiskey into the eggnog.” Dean looks over his shoulder, grinning.

“You spiked the eggnog,” you chuckle as Dean gives you a once-over. “You’re a naughty man, Mr. Winchester.”

He hums while stalking toward you. “I'm a very bad man,” he husks. “So…so bad…”

“Santa will bring you no present this year,” you point a finger at Dean. “I bet you got all of your colleagues drunk.”

“Sweetheart,” his eyes widen as Dean finally realizes that it’s you, his wife, not some random stranger. “Thank fuck you are here. This woman was wanting to hit on me.”

Dean grips your upper arms tightly and grins like a madman.

“Dean, what are you doing?” you squeak as he presses a wet and sloppy kiss on your lips. “Babe.”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he wraps you in a hug, forgetting about his strength.

“Dean, fuck. You are smothering me.”

“I’m gonna bring you upstairs and rock your world,” he husks in your ear. “Little Dean missed you.”

“Okay, big boy,” you pat his back. “We got to get you upstairs and into bed.”

He purrs in your ear while nuzzling your cheek. “A bed. Good idea.”

“Dean,” you fight his hands and lips. “Stop. You are drunk and needy. Let’s get you to bed.” He huffs. “Baby, you are going to regret your eggnog escapade so much in the morning.”

“Eggnog rocks,” he mutters.

“If you say so…”

“Morning,” you chirp as your husband tiptoes toward the kitchen. He needs coffee and Tylenol to fight the awful hangover he’s suffering from.

“Sw-“ he grunts, “heart. Not so loud. Please. If you love me you don’t say anything at all.” You smirk as Dean plops down onto one of the kitchen chairs. “Eggnog doesn’t rock.”

“If you spike it with Whiskey it does. It’s not my fault you spiked the eggnog at your Christmas staff party,” Dean frowns as you place a glass of water, Tylenol, and a cup of coffee in front of him. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“It was all their fault. They wouldn’t stop talking about business, money, and shit. I wanted them to loosen up a little,” he mumbles. “I shouldn’t have drank so much eggnog.”

“You’re a cute drunk,” smirking you point at the Tylenol. “Take your medicine, eat the toast I made for you, and sleep some more.”

He smiles softly when you stand next to him to press a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom to get some sleep too,” you chuckle. “Drunk Dean is a naughty man too. He wouldn’t let me sleep…”

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[holylulusworld]

Perfect Sam Day

Title: Perfect Sam Day

Square Filled for @spnabobingo: Alpha/Omega

Rating: Mature

Summary: It’s your alpha’s birthday. You want it to be special.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Warnings: tooth rooting fluff, nesting, a/b/o, language, needy reader, overprotective alpha, teasing, sexual tension, pregnant reader

Words: 1,6 k

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“No,” you point a knife at Dean as he was about to steal Sam’s bacon, “that’s Sam’s breakfast and vegan. I dare you to touch the carrot cake I made for my alpha.”

“That’s vegan,” Dean scrunches up his nose but glances at the bacon again. “Hmm…doesn’t look like his vegan rubbish. It smells different too.”

“Fine,” you grumble. “I didn’t get the vegan bacon. I made turkey bacon.” You sigh deeply. “I wanted his birthday to be special and now, I didn’t even get the right bacon.”

“Y/N, let me tell you this,” the hunter points at your round belly. “You are pregnant with his pup and take care of my brother 365 days a year. Believe me, no matter what you give him for his birthday, he’ll love it.”

“It must be the perfect day, the Sam day,” you open the fridge to look for the fruits you bought. “I’ll make him some fruit salad too. What do you say, Dean? Does Sam want fresh-pressed juice or coffee?” Silence greets you as you rummage in the fridge. “Dean, did you hear me?”

“What are you doing, omega?” you freeze at Sam’s commanding tone. He exhales sharply at the sight of all the things you already prepared. “The doctor said you shall stay in bed.”

“Alpha, I—” twirling around a little too fast you whine. You feel a little light-headed as you look up at your alpha. Sam knits his brows together, debating to scold you for being reckless or to praise you for the breakfast you prepared for him. “It’s your birthday and I wanted it to be the perfect Sam day, you know.”

“Baby doll,” he slowly steps toward you to cup your face with his large hands. His features soften and you melt against Sam when he lowers himself to capture your lips in a soft kiss. “I want you to go back to our room and get comfortable on your nest. I’ll bring the food.”

“No—I can do it, Sam,” you try to reason with your overprotective alpha. “See, I made breakfast and a carrot cake. I only need to wrap your gift and then, we can celebrate your birthday.”

“Y/N,” he lowers his voice again. “I want you to go to our room and relax, omega. You already made me the greatest gift.” He places one large hand on your belly, slowly running his palm over your baby bump. “Please go back to our nest.” He mumbles softly.

“But,” covering the hand on your belly with your hand you longingly look up at your alpha. “Only if you come with me and join me on our nest. I won’t stay in the room all alone for longer than a minute.”

“I plan on spending the whole day with you, on our nest,” Sam states. He cups your face with his free hand to kiss you softly. “Can’t have my wife waiting for me in our room, can I?”

“No,” you whine and whimper. Sam being so close, his scent, and your hormones are taking a toll on your body. You’re still a bit dizzy but this doesn’t stop you from longing for your alpha, and his knot. 

“Omega,” your alpha can scent your neediness. “Not today. We need to be careful.”

“What did the doctor say about,” you glance around the kitchen to make sure Dean is not around, “sex?” you bite your lower lip. “Sam?”

“A week, baby,” huffing you look at Sam’s large hands, already feeling the heat creep into your abdomen. “No, omega. We will follow the doctor’s instructions. No discussion.”

“I could just run my hand up and down your cock,” you offer as your eyes drift toward Sam’s crotch. “I still can touch my alpha.”

“You’ll relax and eat healthily, Y/N,” he uses his alpha tone on you. “Repeat my words. I’m a good omega and will not mess with my alpha. I will not get him hard, nor will I try to slip my hand into his pants while he’s asleep.”

“Aw, where is the fun in that?” you cockily reply, earning a growl from your alpha. “Fine, but I will so ruin you in a week.”

“I’m counting on it,” Sam laughs as you slowly waddle out of the kitchen while grumbling under your breath. “Maybe I’ll ruin you first, baby.”

“Perfect, Y/N. The carrot cake tastes like heaven,” Sam praises your cake and the breakfast you made for him this morning. 

“I must admit, the cake ain’t half-bad,” Dean happily munches the cake, smirking as his brother throws him an angry look. “What? I said it’s good. It ain’t pie, but it tastes good.”

“We will go back to our room after you finished your cake,” you roll your eyes as Sam hovers over you like a mother hen. “No discussion.”

“Sam, your brother wants to celebrate your birthday too. Can we not sit here for a little longer? I feel much better now,” you tug at Sam’s wrist. “It’s your birthday and you didn’t even open your gift.” 

“Open her gift first, Sammy. We don’t want your omega to cry,” you give Dean the dirtiest look he ever saw. “Hey, I’m on your side in this.”

“I won’t cry,” sniffling you point at your baby bump. “If I cry, it’s because of hormones and all. Stop angering me, Winchester.”

“Angry mother bear,” Dean shoves his gift toward Sam. “Fine, open mine first. Your wife was a bad girl.”

“Oh, Deano. You’ve got no clue how bad I can be,” you flash Dean a dirty grin. “So, so bad…”

“I—” the hunter grunts as you chuckle darkly. “Can we come back to the gifts? It’s Sam’s birthday and he is about to jump at me for keeping him from bringing you back to your room.”

“I’m only protecting my omega,” Sam looks at the thoughtfully wrapped gift. “Dean, did you wrap that one?”

“Uh—Y/N showed me how to do it,” the hunter mutters under his breath, “she said it must look pretty.” Smirking Sam looks at the red velveteen ribbon around the gift. “The ribbon was her idea.”

“Dean loves to wrap gifts,” watching Sam unwrap the first gift you smile to yourself. You came a long way, fought many battles, and cried a lot of tears before Sam and you decided to settle down, along with Dean.

“I got nothing else to do,” Dean shrugs. “I miss being on the road sometimes. I don’t want to get rusty or turn into a cranky old man.”

“Dean, I hate to break it for you,” you giggle as his features darken, “you already are a cranky old man.”

“’m not!” He protests.

“Guys,” Sam laughs as you bicker with his elder brother. He smiles, feeling his heart swell as the two people he loves the most get along so well, “let’s see what you bought me.”

Sam looks at the gift his brother made for him. It’s a picture frame, carrying a picture of you, Sam, and Dean. It’s the first picture you took together so many years ago. “That’s…” Sam sniffs. “Right after I asked Y/N to join us.”

“You asked me to join team free will,” you smirk. “Or rather, your brother pushed you to ask me. I acted like I don’t care but joined the team, nonetheless.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

“I got more stuff over there. One of the books you didn’t stop talking about and that blanket you want for your omega,” Dean explains. “You can look at it later. I thought that’s the most important gift.”

“Fifteen years already, huh?” Sam glances at the picture frame again. “I’m getting old.”

“Alpha, you are still a strong and young man. Do you remember the last time we…uh… Never mind,” you stammer, realizing Dean is still right next to you. “Have a look at my gift.”

Sam hastily unwraps your package. He frowns as two pairs of little shoes fall out of the box.

“Two pairs of…” Your alpha takes both pairs in his hands, looking them all over. One of them is pink, the other blue. “OH MY GOD!” His head snaps toward you. “WE—WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TWINS!”

“The doctor called yesterday,” you pat Sam’s thigh to calm him. He’s breathing heavily, ready to pick you up and run with you toward the bedroom to make sure you and his pups are safe. “I guess that’s why I felt a little under the weather. Sammy jr. and little Miss I kick mommy’s bladder are having fun in my womb.”

“I—I need. Dean, we are going to have twins!” Dean laughs at his brother’s reaction. 

“That’s what happens if you don’t wrap it before you tap it, Sammy,” Dean gets up from his chair to pat his brother’s shoulder. “I told you so years ago. Happy birthday, Sammy. You are going to have two bundles of joy soon enough…”

“Best birthday ever,” Sam watches you peacefully sleep next to him. He smiles fondly as his brother offered his help to decorate another room for your babies. “I love you so much.” He kisses the top of your head. “You, and our babies.”

“Aw, don’t you love me too Sammy,” Dean pokes his head in, smirking as his brother gives him a bitchface. “I got your other gifts. You can have a look at them tomorrow. Happy birthday, man. And congratulations.”

“Thank you…for everything…Dean,” he runs one hand over your hair while asking his brother to come inside. “If you want Cassie to move in with us, just ask.”

“Well, I—” nodding silently, Dean smiles to himself. “I guess she could move in.”

“Sounds like a plan, Dean. Now let me sleep jerk…”

“Happy birthday, bitch…”

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[holylulusworld]

The new neighbor

@afgomegaversebingo​​ Square Filled: Courting

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@howbadcanitbebingo​​​ Square Filled: Coffee shop but the coffee tastes like ass

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader  

Word Count: 2,3k

Summary: A new neighbor moved to town.

Warnings: a/b/o, scenting, cuddling, courting, implied true mates, fluff, plussized reader

A/N: none

Rating: Teen

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“Do you think the new mechanic is good?” you look up from your book, frowning as Lisa points at your new neighbor. “He lives next door to you, right? You’re one lucky woman.”

“I didn’t have problems with my car lately. How shall I know?” eyes dropping to the book in your hands you try to ignore the alpha standing in line to get a coffee.

He’s with his brother today and you don’t want to draw much attention toward you. If you mess with an alpha living close to you, you’ve got a problem. “But he’s hot. I bet you asked him to help you with stuff.”

“What? No! I don’t even know him. His brother introduced himself to me, not my new neighbor. He seems to be a loner or grumpy, or whatever,” you shrug. “I got nothing to say about him. All I know is that he moved in next to me. That’s it.”

“Nothing else,” Lisa presses on. “Come on, Y/N. You are single, he is single. Don’t tell me you didn’t try to court him. He’s just your type.”

“He’s not,” Lisa is slowly getting on your nerves. She can be sweet and understand too, but most of the time she tries to play the matchmaker. “I’m pretty sure he’s got omegas drooling all over him. He doesn’t need someone like me to court for him!”

“Someone like—what?” someone should protect Lisa at all costs. She doesn’t understand that not all men, especially alphas like your new neighbor, are not interested in you. You’re just not the omega they would ever go for. “I don’t understand, Y/N. You are smart, pretty, and cute. A perfect match.”

“You forgot to mention fat!” you retort, rolling your eyes as your colleague gasps. “What? It’s true, Lisa. Look at you, and then take a closer look at me.”

“You’ve got curves and boobs I would kill for Y/N,” she argues now. “Why wouldn’t he be interested in you?”

“Believe me when I say, he’s not into me,” closing your book you sigh deeply. “Look, I got that you try to be nice and find a partner for me. It’s just easier when you look like you or any other girl at this place.”

“OH HEY!” you jump a little when Sam, your new neighbor’s brother, stands in front of your table. “I knew it was you. Do you remember me? I’m Sam Winchester, my brother moved in next to you. You helped me the other day.”

“Yeah, hi Sam. Nice to meet you again,” you point at your colleague. “That’s Lisa, my colleague from middle school.”

“I wanted to thank you again for lending me your tools and stuff,” Sam flashes you a perfect smile, making his dimples look even more adorable. “So, what are you two up to?”

“We wanted to have coffee here as our friend started to work at this place as a barista but,” Lisa scrunches up her nose while pointing at the cup of coffee in front of her, “the coffee tastes like—”

“It tastes like ass, Lisa. That was the word you were looking for,” someone behind Sam chuckles at your words, even snorts as you shove the mug out of your way, making a face. “I don’t know if she did something wrong, but it’s just awful.”

“Tastes like ass,” the man behind Sam snickers as he steps toward your table, flashing you a cocky grin, “that’s a good one, sweetheart. Sammy, make a mental note. We need to remember that one.”

“Noted,” Sam rolls his eyes as his brother steals a chair from one of the other tables to sit astride the chair, grinning at you.

“I think Sammy didn’t introduce you to me yet,” the cocky alpha holds out his hand, still smirking at you. “Name’s Dean Winchester, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

“That’s Y/N Y/L/N, your neighbor, jerk!” Sam says as his brother is already eying the untouched pie on the table. “She gave me the tools last week. You remember?”

“Oh, yeah! I think you said something about a neighbor and tools,” Dean nods, eyes glued to the pie. “Do you eat the pie or is it decoration?”

“It tastes…”

“Let me guess,” Dean leans closer to whisper in your ear, making you chuckle, “it tastes like ass too?”

“Yep,” Lisa and Sam fall into a light conversation while Dean steals your plate to check if the pie is eatable. “It’s awful. You really shouldn’t…”

“Sonofabitch! Who made this? That pie is…no…no,” he shudders. Dean scrunches up his nose and retches while fighting the awful taste of the pie. “Sammy, remind me to never come here again.”

“I warned you, Sir,” you quip. “You wouldn’t listen, Mr. Winchester.”

“I love me some pie,” eying the pie Dean debates to have another bite or to give up. “Where can a man like me get a good old slice of eatable pie in this town?”

“Well, ask Y/N,” Lisa jumps in, already pushing you into Dean’s arms. “She makes the best pie in town. If you are a good neighbor, you’ll get a slice.”

“A good neighbor,” he nods thoughtfully, forming a plan in his mind to get his hands on your pie. “How about I’ll shovel snow for you, Y/N? Or I could check on your car.”

“It’s June,” you laugh as his face falls, and he whines low in his throat. “How about you check on my car. I think it made an odd noise.”

“An odd noise,” at this he leans closer to subtle sniff in your direction. “What kind of noise? Can you tell me more? How long did you not let anyone take care of you—I mean your car?” Dean clears his throat as his brother gives him a pointed look. “I’ll check on your car today. When do you have time?”

“I—” you don’t know how to get out of this now. You lied to Dean to give him a slice of your pie for free, not expecting him to check on your car so soon. “I will head home after Lisa and I…”

“I need to check on something,” Lisa lies. “I meant my son wants me to buy…uh,” she struggles to find an excuse to leave you alone with Dean. “You know, stuff for boys.”

“What? But you said…,” she already grasps for her bag to leave you alone. “Lisa, didn’t you want to know about the new schedule?”

“You can text me on Monday, Y/N. Have a great weekend,” Lisa is halfway out of the café before you can even recognize Sam is gone too.

“Where is your brother?” just now Dean looks around the café to find his brother gone. “Is he a magician or something? He was right there not moments ago.”

“He tends to disappear,” Dean shrugs. His eyes drift toward your neck and your mating gland. He licks his lips, as you nervously look down at your book. “So, can I drive you home?”

“My house is like five minutes away from here,” you lie again. “I can walk. No problem.”

“No, no,” the alpha gets his wallet out to pay for your untouched coffee and the awful pie. “I’ll drive you home. And it’s not five minutes away. More like half an hour, Y/N. Do not lie to me, omega.”

You whimper when his features darken and his eyes narrow. His nostrils flare and you can only watch him hold out his hand as he expectantly looks at you.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” he huffs as you get up from your chair. You grab your book, feeling your heart flutter as Dean takes your bag to carry it out of the café.

“I offered my help. You didn’t bother me at all,” Dean walks a little faster to unlock the door to the passenger seat for you. “That’s my Baby.”

“I heard her before,” you bite your lower lip, not wanting Dean to know you heard his car roar more than once. Mostly at night, after he got home from yet another date.

Not that you would watch your neighbor or spy on him and his dates. You are not that kind of woman. Well, at least you try to tell yourself so.

“She’s something else, huh?” he cocks his head, waiting for you to admire his classic car. “It’s a 1967er Impala. Her name is Baby.”

“I got that,” you give him a shy smile. “It’s a nice car, I guess. Honestly, I got no clue about cars, Dean. But it’s a pretty one.”

“Pretty?” the alpha furrows his brows, nods, and agrees with you. “You’re right. It’s a pretty car. Now get inside and let me drive you home.”

You wish you could just run into your house and hide. Spending half an hour in Dean’s car, inhaling his scent, and feeling his eyes watch you any time he got the chance to turned you into a nervous mess.

“Start the engine, sweetheart,” you’ve got no clue what Dean does under the hood of your car. Your car should be fine. In lack of an excuse to not start the engine you turn the key, huffing as it immediately roars to life. “Sounds good to me. What was the noise it made again?”

“I don’t remember. Maybe I just imagined things, Dean,” he closes the hood, wondering what’s wrong with your car.

“I can check on it over the weekend. Maybe I’ll find the problem then,” he offers, hoping to get some pie from you.

“You still want that pie, don’t cha?” you laugh to yourself. Somehow it’s easier for you to talk to the cocky alpha. Every other man would’ve made you nervous. “If you want some, we can share the pecan pie I made.”

“You know how to bribe me,” he lazily leans against your car, looking at your house. He can feel the neighbors watch you and Dean interact. “Can I have a slice now? Coffee would be great too.”

“Damn, you are hard to get rid of, huh?” Dean laughs at your words but won’t leave your side when you get out of the car. “Fine, follow me. I’ll get you that slice of pie I promised to you.”

“Awesome,” following you toward your house Dean winks at your nosy neighbor who watches you with curiosity. “Your neighbors, nosy guys.”

“I guess they are not used to me bringing a man home,” you shrug. “All of them pity me and try to play matchmaker. Mrs. Richardson tried to set me up with her nephew.”

“Why?” the alpha asks while you unlock your door.

“Why what?” you ask, looking over your shoulder.

“Why don’t you bring alphas home?” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Is your home messy? I bet you lured me into your house to clean it.”

“Did I tell you lately that you are an ass?”

“Y/N, that’s the best pie I ever ate,” Dean burps and you chuckle as he gets comfortable on your couch. “So, what do you do when you are not offering pie to your neighbors or work at a middle school. What are your hobbies?”

“Not much, I guess,” you shrug. “I like to read and bake. Sometimes I invite Lisa and my other friends for a game night or just binge-watch crap.”

“What about a man in your life?” damn him, he scoots closer, and you can feel his thigh brush yours. “Are you looking for an alpha?”

“They are not standing in line to court for me, if that’s what you want to know,” at that, he moves impossible closer to dip his head and sniff at your neck. “What are you doing?”

“You smell like cherry pie, motor oil, and home,” his hand moves to your thigh, making you shiver as he squeezes your flesh. “I scented you the first day. Sam told me to go to you and ask for tools, but I chickened out. I didn’t want to pounce on you and scare you off. I tried to find a subtle way to court for you.”

“Y-you wanted to court for me. But you don’t even know me. I’m not—I don’t,” you babble nervously. “Why?”

“You know, I watched you for a while. Sam got tired of me trying to figure out how to court for you. He suggested that we follow you to the café and accidentally bump into you. My brother didn’t like that I tried to chicken out again and took matters into his hands.”

“I saw you with other girls,” he digs his fingertips into your thigh. “Don’t try to lie to me, Dean.”

“You saw me with three women, sweetheart,” his lips are suddenly pressed to your cheek. “The blonde was my brother’s fiancé. She helped me decorate my house to impress you. The elder woman was my mother. She wanted to have a look at you.”

“There was a cute redhead too,” you argue, fighting his hands as Dean tries to bring you onto his lap. “DEAN!”

“If you tell her so, she’ll not stop hitting on you, sweetheart,” the alpha purrs low in his throat when he finally manages to bring you onto his lap and wrap his arms around you. ”Charlie is a good friend, or rather the little sister, I never had.”

“I—” in lack of response, you bury your face in his neck to inhale his scent deeply. You’re immediately calmer and relaxed in his arms. “You should let me go. I’m too heavy to sit on your lap.”

“Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear. “I love every pound on your body. You’re soft, warm and, I’m going to cuddle the hell out of you if you accept that I want to court for you…”

“Only if we never go to that café again,” he chuckles against you. “Their coffee tastes like ass…”

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Karma and suits

Title: Karma and suits

Square filled for @spnabobingo​​​: Bourbon/Leather/Sandlewood

Square filled for @spnfluffbingo​​​: CEO au

Summary: You are a free spirit. Wild and close to nature. The grumpy alpha running you over with his car is the opposite.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Alex Jones

Warnings: angst, language, accidents, a/b/o, scenting, a hint of fluff, grumpy alpha, the reader loves pink, flowers and everything else

Word count: 2,2 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

2022 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist 

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“Hi, Mrs. Babcock. Have a great day,” you smile as you drive past your neighbor. You just bought a brand-new bicycle and enjoy the fresh summer breeze. “The sun is so warm, right?”

“Watch out,” she cries as you ride along the road. “Get off the street, Y/N! Hurry, girl.”

“What?” there’s a screeching sound behind you and then, you feel something bump into your bicycle. “Ah! Help!!” you end up on the street, crying out in pain as your neighbor screams in terror.

“OH NO! Someone, call an ambulance. This rude man just ran Y/N over,” Mrs. Babcock clutches her hands to her chest, crying bitterly as you slowly try to get up.

“Sonofabitch! Don’t you have eyes girl? Who drives like a maniac on a street with a bicycle,” he looks at your bicycle bucket, huffing. “What the fuck!”

“Ouch,” you whine as the man easily picks you up in bridal style to place you on the sidewalk. “My flowers! No!” You cry as the lilac and peonies lie on the street. “We need to save them!”

“Flowers?” the man grunts. “Your bicycle is damaged; your knees are bleeding and you almost got killed in a car accident, but you care about some flowers?”

“They are beautiful and smell good,” he looks down at you, laughing as fat tears roll down your cheeks. “Please save them, Sir.”

“Sheesh, sweetheart. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head? Did the helmet a poor job and your brain got damaged?” he cockily asks, furrowing his brows as you try to get back up. “No! You will sit there and lemme call an ambulance. I don’t want you to sue me.”

“Sue you?” confused you look up at the stranger. “I only wanna check on my new bicycle and flowers. It was an accident, right? You didn’t run me over on purpose.” You shrug as the man pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Sit over there and let me call help. I will check on your knees in a second,” he stomps toward his car to open the trunk. “Where is the fucking first aid kit.”

“I got one at home,” you try to be helpful. “I can fix this easily. I fell off my bicycle more than once. Sir? Did you hear me?”

“Sammy, you need to bring an ambulance and swing your ass over here. I kinda bumped into a biker,” the man grumbles into his phone. “No, not a biker. A girl on a bicycle, Sammy.” He makes a face as you hobble toward your bicycle to pick up the flowers. “Girl, stop with the flowers.”

“I need to pick them up and put them in a vase,” you smile while picking the last flower up. “Look, the peonies and lilac are fine.” You always look on the bright side. Your knees are still hurting but your flowers made it out alive.

“Girl, what?” the alpha huffs as you carefully place the flowers on the hood of his car. “What are you doing?”

“I need to pick my bike up, too,” making quick work you crouch down to check on your bicycle. “Hmm…looks like my taillight got damaged. Everything else looks good.”

“You shouldn’t even move,” this time he picks the bike up to carry it toward his car. “We will wait for the ambulance and my brother.”

“Why? I’m fine,” he’s close to losing his patience as you look up at him with doe eyes. “See, my dress isn’t even dirty.”

“Yeah, it’s torn, sweetheart,” you giggle as he seems to be more worried about you than you are yourself. “Look, I’ll pay for the dress and your bicycle. That’s all.”

“Don’t worry,” patting his chest you smile up at him, “I can fix my bicycle and the dress. No problem. You can drive home now.”

“Do you want to sue me? Do you think I’m stupid?” you are still smiling when the alpha starts to throw insults at you. “Did you do this on purpose? You want to make fast cash, huh?”

“Young man, you ran poor Y/N over,” your neighbor tuts. “It wasn’t her fault you are rowdy, Sir.”

“It’s alright, Mrs. Babcock,” you softly coo. “He only tries to protect his money and reputation. Just look at him.” You look the man up and down. “His suit, the perfectly manicured fingernails, his car. This man is rich and believes he can buy everyone and anything.”

“Now she shows her claws,” he smirks as you turn around to hobble toward his car. You pick the flowers up and slowly walk toward your bicycle to put the flowers back inside the bicycle bucket. “Where do you think you are going, girl?”

“Home,” your neighbor laughs as you slowly push your bike along the sidewalk. “You should do the same.”

“What? I—” he throws his hands up as you leave him behind, not looking back. “Where is she going, ma’am?”

“Oh, Y/N lives down the street. She’s a nice one. A bit crazy, but we all love her,” Mrs. Babcock says. “She’s not the kind of girl lusting over money and shiny things.”

“Miss, please open the door,” you reluctantly open the door, as a tall alpha stands in front of your door. “Hi, my name is Sam Winchester. My brother Dean ran you over with his car. He wanted me to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” you point at the band-aids on your forehead and knees. “I don’t want his money. I’ve got all I want here.”

“Please just let my friend check on you. Dean is worried about you,” Sam points at a young brunette omega. “That’s Alex. She’s a nurse.”

“Do I have to,” you whine as the alpha running you over shoves his brother aside. “Hey, what are you doing?” He makes his way toward you to look you all over. His large hand cups your cheek to tilt your head. “What?”

“Dean, calm down. She doesn’t want to sue you,” the other alpha sighs while placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Let me handle this.”

“I gotta be sure she won’t—” you whimper as Dean leans closer to eye the band-aid on your forehead warily. “Hello Kitty?” He smirks. “How does your head feel? What about your knees?”

“I told you, I’m fine,” you shove against his chest. “Can you not put your stink all over me?” Dean grumbles as you scrunch up your nose. “You stink like bourbon and leather.”

“You don’t like my scent, sweetheart?” he almost looks offended. “I do not stink. It’s called scent. And you forgot sandalwood. Take another whiff.”

“Dean, we came here for a reason, not for you to flirt with her,” Sam interjects. “Dean!!”

“What?” Dean snaps back, growling at his brother. “Do your job and let Alex check on her. I don’t have time to come here again. I got a meeting with the members of the board.”

“Well, then you shouldn’t have run a girl over in your free time,” you chuckle at the taller alpha’s attitude. “Miss, please let us in before my brother loses his mind here.”

“Come in,” opening the door wider, walking with it you let Sam, Alex, and the grumpy alpha mumbling curses under his breath, in. “Do you want some homemade lemonade and a slice of pie?”

“Pie?” Dean walks a little faster as you make your way toward your kitchen. “Wait, your kitchen is pink?” he chokes on air. “There are flowers on every surface too.”

“I like pink, and flowers,” you open one of the cabinets to get four glasses out. “Do you want some pie too?”

“Pie for me,” Sam chuckles as his brother eagerly takes the offered plate with pie. “I love me some pie.”

“And look,” Alex laughs as Dean already shoves pie into his mouth, “there are flowers on her glasses too.”

“She loves flowers,” chewing audibly Dean sits on one of your kitchen chairs, snickering as none of the chairs matches. “This is like some crazy drug-induced dream. Green, yellow, and blue chairs mixed with a pink kitchen. Flowers everywhere you look.”

“Hey, I love my furniture,” you glare at Dean. “You’re not nice.”

While Alex checks on your forehead and knees, Dean happily munches your pie. He looks around your kitchen, smiling to himself as there are flowers on the tiles, too. 

“How is she?” Sam asks. “Do we need to call an ambulance or bring her to a doctor?”

“She cleaned the cuts and put a band-aid on her injuries. There is nothing I can do,” Alex takes a large sip of your homemade lemonade. “We should leave her alone now.”

“I can buy her a new bicycle,” Dean offers. He looks at his now empty plate, licking his lips. “Do you want a newer model?”

“I like mine,” the alpha watches you clean the table, always aware you could change your mind and sue him. “It’s perfect and—”

“Pink,” he shakes his head. “You are a strange omega.” You frown at his words. “Pink everywhere. Flowers. Hello Kitty.”

“I like it. If you would excuse me now, I got things to do.”

“Buy more flowers or pink stuff?” Dean gets up from his chair to follow you out of your kitchen. “I bet you got pink pillows and sheets, too.” You whine. “Oh, I’d kill to see them.”

“You’re not a nice alpha,” you point out. “I didn’t comment on your boring black suit, black shoes, and black car. I kept my mouth shut. Why don’t you leave me alone?”

“It’s a classic car,” he growls low in his throat, causing you to take a step back. “A 1967er Chevy Impala. She’s my Baby! You don’t make fun of my Baby!”

“But you can make fun of everything I own?” you cock your head. “I like flowers, pink and fluffy things. What’s the problem?”

“Fluffy things too,” the alpha smirks. His eyes drop to the colorful turtle slippers on your feet. “Man, you’ve got an odd taste.”

“I like them. Turtles are cute,” you sniffle now. “Why do you make fun of everything? You make me feel bad about myself and my taste. I don’t like you.”

“Dean, can you just not make her cry,” Sam watches his brother cup your cheek. “Dean, we should go now.”

“No, I want to see her pink pillows.”

“I won’t show you my pillows,” you wipe your eyes. “Go. Keep your money and your opinion to yourself and leave me alone.”

“Those slippers,” dropping his eyes back to your feet Dean smirks, “where did you get them?”

“Why?” you carefully try. “Do you want to tell the shop owner you hate them?”

“No. They just look very warm and comfy. I get cold easily and—” he grunts as you wrap your hand around his wrist to lead him upstairs. “Where are we going, girl?”

“Y/N,” you correct while guiding Dean toward your hobby room. “I make them.”

“You make what?”

“The slippers. I make them and other stuff,” he follows you inside your hobby room, nodding as you point at the sewing machine in the corner. “It’s a hobby.”

“A hobby, hmm…I see,” Dean looks around the room filled with shelves full of printed fabrics, wool, plushies, and yes, more crazy slippers. “You got Scooby Doo ones too.”

“My favorite,” hands on your hips you glare at Dean. “I dare you to make fun of Scooby.”

“I love him,” Dean drinks the room in, smiling to himself. “He’s my favorite, too.”

“Where is Dean?” Alex impatiently glances at her watch. “It’s almost two hours since we left the house. What takes him so long?”

“I think he has a thing for that cute omega,” Sam laughs as he looks down at his phone. “He just wrote me that Y/N will measure his feet to make a pair of slippers for him. Scooby Doo ones.”

“Only Dean manages to run a girl over and win her heart,” the brunette groans. “Can we go now? I don’t want to watch the poor omega fall for your brother.”

“That tickles,” Dean whines as you try to measure his feet. “Why do you have to do this. Can’t you just make them?”

“Patience, Dean,” looking up at Dean you knit your brows together. “You need to learn to relax and take a deep breath sometimes.”

“You’re something else,” he watches you make quick work while Dean doesn’t know why his heart beats a little too fast close to you. “Why do you do this for me?”

“If you like Scooby Doo, you’ll get a pair of slippers. No problem.”

“How about I pay you for it?”

“I don’t want your money, Dean,” you pat his knee. “You can’t buy my slippers for money. They are a gift.”

“You’re too good for this world. Maybe you need someone protecting you from this world so you can keep on being the nice person you are,” licking his lips Dean watches you sit next to him. “How about we go for dinner tonight?”

“How about ice cream this afternoon?”

“I got a meeting,” he says.

“Skip the meeting and go for ice cream,” Dean chuckles as you hold out your hand. “Come on, live a little.”

“Live a little,” the alpha takes your hand, feeling his heart flutter. “I think they will survive not having me around for yet another meeting…”

>> Part 2

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