#alpha!sam fic

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hi, do you have any new recs for pregnant omega sam? preferably wincest but other ships is okay too!

No idea if I recommended some of these before but there is definitely not enough pregnant omega!sam on A03 (don’t know about LJ since I find it confusing)

Mated and Matched - orphaned (Sam and Dean are forced to mate due to a sex spell during a hunt. Things are not pretty after Mary finds out and discovers Sam is pregnant.)

What A Time to Have a Baby by littlefirefly31 (Prompt: Can you do an A/O where Sam is pregnant when he is trying to cure demon Dean and he goes into labor?)

Curse Series by ghost_writer26 (kinksock22)

Joy Taken, Gifts Given by Katlover98 (After Dean comes back from Purgatory he is never not pissed off at his mate, Sam. Sam had abandoned him to go play house with a Beta. )

A Different Trial by castielsstarr ("When the vomiting started, Sam thought it was just another side effect of the trials. First, he was coughing up blood, it only seemed that this was a logical next step.")

Decoction by ArchOfImagine (As Sam draws closer to the end of his pregnancy, his focus remains solely on curing Dean of the Mark of Cain.)

(warning: bit weird, bit body horror) Mother by Casey679 (Jack is born knowing that his plan to bring about heaven on earth will require a few more changes... changes that Sam has no idea he is about to go through.)

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More quotes from redacted fanfics on ao3 I found because I have a problem :)))

⬆️ this is David talking btw

Another special shoutout to some tags I found as well:

SPECIAL special shout out to this magnificent summary:

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Possession of the Heart - Chapter 7

Rating: 18+ minors gtfo Chapter Summary: Tommy reveals what happened with Eddie, Steve's pregnancy is confirmed, and he isolates himself until he can't take it anymore. CW: Tommy is the worst, threats of assault (again, nothing actually happens, Stevie is ok!), Tommy is an asshole, mention of a gun, fainting, medical checkup, mpreg, depression, isolation, mention of Tommy's infertility Pairing: Alpha!Tommy x Omega!Steve - Alpha!Eddie x Omega!Steve Word Count: 3.1k

Chapter 6<<Masterlist>>Chapter 8

“What do you want, Tommy?”

Steve’s clothes are wet from the rain and he’s leaving a puddle on the floor where he stands, looking at his husband, who appears positively elated. His heart is in pieces and all he wants to do is crawl into his nest and lick his wounds. He never does seem to get what he wants.

“I was just waiting on your return. Not much to keep you occupied at the cottage anymore, is there?”

A chill runs through Steve’s body, and it’s not from his soaked clothing. “What do you mean?”

Tommy shakes his head and sneers. “Did you think I wouldn't find out? That you could keep secrets from your own husband? I’ve known for weeks about your little…escapades. When I instructed you to find someone to provide what I could not, I was hoping you would have the sense to choose a man of better standing. Not to spread your legs for the help.”

The way he spits those vile words out makes Steve’s blood boil. How dare he speak of Eddie in such a way? He’s more of a man and Alpha than Tommy could ever be. And how did he know? Tommy can’t navigate the terrain on his wheelchair, so that only leaves one option.

“You had me followed?”

“And rightly so. Billy’s skills were put to good use. He’s been tracking your activities for weeks now. While his reports of your…indiscretions were enough to make my stomach turn, I decided to allow it for the time being until I could figure out what to do with you. But last night you went too far, darling. He heard your pathetic little love confession, and I realized it was time to put a stop to your foolishness.”

Steve can barely breathe. He was followed last night, after Billy tried to put his hands on him. If Steve hadn’t been able to make it to the cottage, to the safety of Eddie’s arms…he doesn’t want to think about what could have happened if Billy caught him. Knowing that Billy had seen them as well, had likely stood in the shadows and watched as Eddie pleasured him…he feels his stomach drop.

He heard them, too. He heard Steve confess his love to Eddie and his desire to escape. Their talk of plans. And now Eddie is gone.

“Tommy…what have you done?”

His smile is sinister as he wheels himself closer. “For starters, your precious Edward has been fired. Billy delivered the message to him last night. Had him pack up his meager belongings and escorted him off the property. Edward didn’t put up much of a fight. But I suppose that’s to be expected when starting down the barrel of a pistol.”

“If you hurt him-”

“He is unharmed, I assure you. But Billy made it clear that if he tries to return, he won’t hesitate to pull the trigger. He really is good at his job, it’s quite remarkable. I’ve actually taken the liberty of striking up a deal with him. In return for his detective work, I’ve granted him permission to put a pup in you. Call it a bonus for a job well done.”

Steve is going to be sick. He staggers backward as if he’s been slapped and braces himself on the wall. “No…Tommy, no.”

“Don’t worry darling, it will be some time until he can claim his reward. After all, we have to wait until this pup arrives.” He nods at Steve's stomach and suddenly the room starts to spin. Steve’s knees give out and he slides down the wall until he’s seated on the floor. His hands cover his abdomen protectively. 

“How?...” His voice is weak and shakes with fear.

“I could smell it on you this morning. Your scent is changing, dear. And don’t you think I would have known if you had a heat? It never came, did it?”

Steve shakes his head and his ears start to ring. He can’t speak. It feels like his whole world is collapsing. And then Tommy delivers the final blow.

“Just think, darling. Once the pup is born, it’ll have the Hagan name, and I’ll finally be able to fully claim you as mine. You’ll look so lovely with my bite on your neck.”

The room spins faster, a cold sweat breaks out on his skin, and the last thing he hears over the loud ringing before losing consciousness is Tommy’s cruel laughter.

When his eyes flutter open again, he’s tucked into his nest. His memories feel hazy as though he’s trying to see them through a thick fog. The party…Billy…Eddie left…the cottage…Tommy. It all had to have been a dream. He had a nightmare and is just slow to wake.

There’s a knock on his door, and a moment later an older gentleman he hasn’t seen before pops his head in. “Ah, Steven! Glad to see you’re awake. I’m Doctor Samuel Owens. Would you permit me to come in?”

“Just Steve is fine. And um…yes, you can come in. Why may I ask are you here?”

Dr. Owens sets down a large black medical bag on a table and opens it up to pull out a stethoscope. “Your husband rang my office and said it was urgent, that you collapsed suddenly. So, I came straight over to make sure you and the baby are alright.”

Baby? Oh god. It all comes back to him in an instant. His tender chest, missing his heat, Tommy noticing his scent changed, claiming the pup as his. Steve begins breathing rapidly and Dr. Owens notices immediately, rushing to his side and propping him up on the pillows. “Steve, you look a little pale. Here, I want you to take a sip of water and try to breathe slowly with me.”

He hands Steve a glass that had been set on the nightstand and the water helps to wet his parched mouth. He follows along with Dr. Owens’ breaths, and the slow rhythm along with his kind demeanor helps to calm Steve down.

“There you go, much better. I’ll wait a bit before I check your heart rate and let you settle for a moment. While we wait, can you tell me how you’re feeling? Any pain? Injuries? Headaches?” 

“Not from collapsing that I can tell. My um…my chest has been tender. I just noticed it yesterday.”

Dr. Owens grabs a clipboard and pen and starts to scratch away at the paper. “Ok. Any nausea? Bleeding?” 

“My appetite hasn’t been the best, but it’s possible that’s just from stress.”

The doctor nods his head and moves his pen across the paper again. “Ok, those are all good signs! And can you tell me roughly when you had your last heat? Your husband was unsure of how far along you might be in your pregnancy.”

“It was in June.”

Dr. Owens makes a curious face. “I see. And your heats…do they normally come about every three months?”

“Yes.”

“So your heat should have come last month…Steve, it’s not common for Omegas to conceive outside of a heat, but it’s also not impossible. Looks like you’re one of the lucky ones! That does however make it a little more difficult to determine gestation. Considering you’re not showing any outward signs other than tender breast tissue and nausea, it’s definitely still early. If I had to guess I’d say your pup would be due roughly around…May or June.”

Steve doesn’t know how to react. He feels as if he’s just been given a death sentence. If he were to get this news with Eddie it would be different.

“You don’t seem very excited to hear this. I have to say, I’m a little alarmed, Steve. If you’re concerned for your safety, or your pup’s, I want you to know that you can tell me.”

Steve’s eyes dart over to the open door of his bedroom. He can’t trust that Tommy still isn't having him monitored. As long as he’s on this estate…he’s not safe, especially not from Billy and his ability to track him and report back to his husband.

“I’m fine Dr. Owens. Just overwhelmed I suppose. Did you need to do an examination?”

The doctor relents, and checks Steve’s heart rate, breathing, and reflexes. He reminds Steve that he needs to eat regular meals, hydrate, and get plenty of rest, and packs up his things.

“Before I go, I want to give you my card. If anything comes up…if you don’t feel well or need anything…you call me any time.”

He leaves his card and Steve waits until he exits to tuck it into his nest out of sight. It’s a small comfort knowing it’s there, but the odds of this man being able to help him are slim to none. He’s on his own.

As the days and weeks pass, Steve rarely leaves his room. He’ll dine with Tommy for supper, barely picking at his food, and refusing to say a word. The day he's unable to button his trousers is a difficult one. In his mirror, he can see the proof of the pup growing in his belly. Where it was once flat, there’s now a small swell. He spends the entire day crying in his nest, wishing Eddie was there to see it. Imagining how his strong hand would gently cup the tiny curve. He would probably lavish Steve’s belly in kisses and praise him for carrying the evidence of their love.

He had hoped, though it wouldn’t be likely, that he would receive word from Eddie. Some kind of sign that he was out there, thinking of him, wishing they were together. As winter sets in without so much as a telegram, Steve begins to realize that his hope is lost. 

He doesn’t leave his quarters at all anymore. Meals and adjusted clothing are left outside his door. Most of it is wasted. He lacks a normal appetite and favors moving about his room in a robe over putting on shirts and trousers that are expanded to fit his growing belly. 

Another difficult day comes when he feels the pup kick for the first time. More tears are shed, more thoughts come of Eddie. Would he drop what he was doing to place his hands on Steve’s belly? Would they shed tears of joy together? Would he talk to the pup with his lips hovering over Steve’s skin?

He’s so tired. His sleep is often disturbed by dreams. Ones where Eddie is holding their pup, or teaching their young child how to fish. He wakes up crying every time. Then there are others where Tommy takes the pup from him, or Billy has him pinned against a wall. He wakes up thrashing and sweating, and his heart beats so rapidly that he can’t fall back asleep. He’s tired of restless nights and endless days of solitude, of looking out of his window to the tree line he can no longer escape to. He’s tired of worrying about what will happen to his pup when it’s born. Of what will happen to him after it’s born. 

It’s March when he wakes again to another dream of Tommy taking the pup from his arms and Billy holding him down. It won’t be long now until these nightmares are to become a reality. He’s terrified, exhausted, and desperate. He can’t do this anymore. Eddie’s voice echoes in his mind, from the last night they were together. Say the word, and we’ll leave right now.

Why didn’t he just leave and deal with the consequences later? He was such a fool to think that he would ever be able to find another way out of this prison. 

Say the word, and we’ll leave right now.

If he wants to leave, he’s going to need money. Tommy has money. He’s seen stacks of it in the safe Tommy keeps in the study. Steve could slip in there while he’s out, grab enough for a train ticket, and leave this place. Only he doesn’t know where Eddie is. Before he can let himself be overcome with despair, he shakes the thought from his mind. Billy tracked Steve, surely there is someone out there who can track Eddie. He won’t know for certain unless he gets out of here. 

An opportunity presents itself soon enough, when his breakfast is delivered with a note that Tommy will be meeting with business associates in town and will be back by lunchtime. He waits by his door, with his ear pressed to the wood, for the sound of Tommy being escorted through the main entrance. A thud echoes through the manor as the front doors are closed tight, and Steve slips into the hallway. He creeps towards the stairs, keeping an eye out for any of their staff who may be lingering nearby, or God forbid Billy watching him like a hawk. There is no sign of anyone, so he makes his way down the stairs as quickly as he can. His heart is beating in his ears as he reaches the bottom step, and he checks again for any signs of life. 

The study doors are open, and Steve peeks inside, ensuring the room is empty. Tommy’s safe is tucked under his desk, out of sight, so Steve crouches down as best as his belly can allow. It’s a combination lock, and he grins for the first time in months. Tommy used to unlock it while Steve was in the room when they were living in New York. He always thought the numbers were ridiculous. He reaches out and spins the dial back and forth.

1 - 23 - 4

There’s a small click when he gets to the last number, and he slowly twists the handle and breathes a sigh of relief when the heavy steel door opens. And then his heart sinks.

There’s no money in the safe.

All he can see are papers and envelopes. He pulls them out to make sure there isn’t any money hiding underneath and is more than disappointed to find not a single bill. But one of the papers catches his attention.

A medical report from a Dr. Brenner, confirming the extent of Tommy’s injuries, his inability to father any pups, his lifetime confinement to a wheelchair. He wants to feel sympathy for his husband, but can’t find an ounce of it in himself.

Beneath the medical report is a copy of their marriage contract. He’s never seen it before, but he would recognize his father’s signature anywhere. He scans over the document and a few words stand out, grabbing his attention. He holds the paper in shaking hands as he reads it carefully from the top. There’s a section on the stipulations of their marriage that he had no idea existed.

The marriage between Thomas Hagan and Steven Harrington shall be immediately dissolved if there is proof of adultery by either party. Furthermore, dissolvement will occur should either party be unable to provide/carry/birth any pups. Bonding shall not occur until the first pup is born.

Either party. Should either party be unable to provide pups. Steve stares at the paper in disbelief. Tommy knew. This whole time, Tommy knew. He has been holding Steve hostage since he came back with his injuries. He could have dissolved the marriage as soon as Dr. Brenner signed that medical report. Steve remembers now how Tommy mentioned he paid his doctor and swore him to secrecy. It’s no wonder why. He had the proof needed to end their marriage. 

Instead of letting Steve go, and making good on the contract, Tommy lied and kept him on a short leash. Paraded him around to his associates, so he could show off his status to everyone who set foot in Hagan Manor. Steve could scream, but he can’t give any indication that he’s in here. He’s got proof in his hands that their marriage can be dissolved and he can be free. His pup kicks in his belly, reminding him that he’s also got his own proof of adultery right there. 

He sets aside the medical report and marriage contract and begins putting the rest of the papers back in the safe. He reaches for the envelopes and his breath catches. They’re addressed to him. They’re all addressed to him. His eyes land on the return address and there it is. Edward Munson. He’s in Indiana, and he’s alive, and he didn’t forget about Steve. 

He finds the most recent letter and flips it over. It’s already been opened. All of them have. So not only has Tommy been keeping these from him, but he’s also been reading the words Eddie wrote. The words that were meant for him, and only him.

He pulls out the folded sheet of paper and brings it to his nose. It has the faintest smell of cedar clinging to it, and Steve genuinely smiles for the first time in months. He unfolds the paper and tears spring in his eyes as he reads.

My darling boy,

I don’t know if you’re receiving these letters, but I vow to keep writing them until I see you again. I think of you every day and dream of you every night. I’m not a praying man, but I find myself lying in bed at night praying for your safety. 

Winter has been brutal here, but now that spring is rolling in, the air is getting sweeter and it’s reminding me of you. I started some seed pots with lavender, rosemary, and sage so that even if you’re not with me, I can surround myself in your fragrance. Uncle Wayne called me a right fool for doing it but he’s not a young man in love, so he can kick rocks.

The farm has been quiet, and Wayne keeps insisting that I stay in the big house with him. I find the cabin to be more comfortable. It reminds me a bit of the cottage and our time together. I can’t wait for you to see it. I hung your embroidery over the bed so I can look at it as I fall asleep, and every morning when I wake up. 

I hope you’re well my darling. I hope you get to read this. And I hope you know how much I love you. 

One day we’ll be together again. I know it. Be well my love, and dream of me holding you in my arms.

Forever yours,

Eddie

Steve holds back a sob and kisses the page where Eddie signed his name. He quickly gathers all the proof he needs to gain his freedom, locks the safe, and hurries back up to his room to make his plan for escape. With any luck, he’ll be in Eddie’s arms soon.

Chapter 6<<Masterlist>>Chapter 8

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STEVE!!!!!

Btw, I fucking love Sam Owens with all my heart and will find any excuse to write him into a story.

Taglist is open! Thank you so much for all the likes, comments, and reblogs, it sustains me!

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam

WC: 1126

Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashing, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating, dated derogatory terms, medical treatment

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnabobingo Slutty Omega

A/N I: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N II: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

**Apologies for taking so long getting this part out-had an accident at work and will have limited used of right hand for a bit.

Series Masterlist

Part XI

Dr. Stevenson slid surgical scissors under the ties, quickly sniping, explaining the original posture collars were redesigned for auto-erotic asphyxiation. It fades out as Dean feels like he's having needles pulling out from under the skin of his neck when she drops. "I was expecting that. Let's get the O back on the table."

The doctor continues talking as they slowly remove it, "And this is why they're outlawed," stepping back allows Dean to see the deep purple bruises with black depressions stripping the unconscious O's neck.

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The doctor gently scrubbed her neck with a fine-pore sponge and commented, "You felt it, didn't you? " The question took Dean off guard and touched his neck, "How'd you?"

"I noticed the claim mark while I was removing the collar. Finding an O you're biologically compatible with isn't easy these days, and even more so for the owner to claim them if they are." Dean doesn't respond. "'Course, it's none of my business. I'm seeing a lot of soft tissue abrasion but no skin necropsy. That's good. Bruise cream will speed up healing." The doctor shined a light into her mouth. "Has she attempted to speak?" Dean admitted he had not heard anything outside coughing.

"I am concerned about this inflammation in her throat." They pick up a swab. "I'm going to have some labs run. Make sure it isn't from an STI since O clinics are only obligated to run standard STD testing for appearances." Slipping the swap into a sterile tube notices the Alpha's confusion.

"Several years into Hibbing, there was unrest brewing about selling people, so the government mandated all O's must have their hymens intact before the first purchase and made propaganda reels still shown in schools to program the populous in believing they're not mistreated." The doctor moves to a cupboard, pulling out a sterile pack.

"Truth is, these O's are versed in various sexual acts by the time they're teens. Going by the physical, I'd say she's been repeatedly throat fucked with that collar on; undoubtedly, it's also done some damage to her vocal cords. But if you're willing, you can do things to help." They gauge Dean before continuing.

"Give her nothing too hot or cold, only room temperature. Tea with honey, soft foods only need to swallow, nothing chewy, and protein supplement specifically for O's. If lucky, she'll recover enough to be understandable but be prepared for the worst, that she'll never speak again." They began preparing a site near the original implant. "I'd normally like to wait on the suppressant; it'll slow down healing. But with her current physical condition, going into heat would be detrimental."

They continued talking, oblivious Dean's vibrating with anger in muscle memory: unable to stop the strangers hovering over his Omega because being tased several times had temporarily left his legs unusable; furiousgrowls bounced around the room when he smelled her blood. Needing a distraction before his instincts swallow him, Dean turns his attention elsewhere and eyes the collar.

Running his fingers over it, he feels the visual bumps and discovers slim, horizontal boning embedded in the leather and hears the doctor comment, "They're constriction rings, function similar to cock rings without the pleasurable effects."

Dean's habitual guilty-as-hell caught in his throat. He failed again to see what was right before him. He shouldn't have kept blindly believing his dad's continued quoting of that damn pamphlet, that him treating it like any other person confused its lower intelligence.

Sam's snide comment that only dick Alphas believed in that antiquated bullshit led to the latest round of Dean physically getting between them before punches got thrown. His wonders what level of dick his brother now considers him is interrupted by the phone's ringtone.

"Hey Bobby, no, still at the clinic. What? Sam's registering shouldn't be an issue; his paperwork is all there." Dean listened to the Betas ranting. "Alright, I'll head over there and deal with it." Then came a list of errands the Beta needed him to run made Dean pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Just what he needed; more things slapped on his overflowing plate when he felt the O coming around, ending the call to focus on her. "Hi, sweetheart. Have a good nap?"

She turned towards his voice, spotting the IV pole, and glanced down at the tubing protruding from her wrist. She peered at him and blinked three times, the signal for question. "You have something going on in your throat and need some antibiotics and fluids. Listen, I gotta run out for a while and deal with something at Sam's school. Will you be okay?"

That's when it smacked Dean; something had shifted between them. If he allows himself to be honest with himself, it scares him. Refocusing on the O, he's unnerved by her concerned expression, too similar to Sam's, and feels relief when she blinks once for yes since he's unsure how to react to her becoming more in tune with his internal feelings.

Grabbing the three-quarter-drank bottle of rotgut, Bobby doesn't bother with the glass; he feels it burn his throat as he polishes it off. Banging the bottle down, he stares at the wording on the paperwork and understands why John was so cagey about his questioning about Frank. The sonuvabitch knowingly mated his children; that practice hasn't been done since before the Omega plague. And knowing the temperament of the man, it wasn't to get Dean out of dire straits because he is John’s son, but for the older Alphas' continued vendetta.

The Beta's mind whirled with questions, but one kept popping to the forefront- who or what made her appear out of nowhere, and why now?

The longer he broods, the more he's convinced it has links to Mary Winchester. Picking up the cordless phone, he dials a familiar number. "Hey Bobby," a female voice warmly says. "Guess you're not calling to find out who to bet on in Sunday's playoffs."

"We both know the Vikings are going to the Superbowl," there's an amused laugh on the line, "Keep telling yourself that. So what can I help you with?"

"I'm not sure where to start with this one," Bobby admits and hears cards shuffling through the receiver. "It'd be best to go back to the beginning. And keep the drinks down to a minimum." He glances at the new bottle he had sat on the desk just before calling, "How'd you...?"

"I'm the best damn psychic in the state," Pamela reminds him, "So start talking, or I will reverse the charges for this call." Bobby makes a vexed noise at his fellow Betas' cheekiness.

"In 1986, I met a man with two small boys looking for answers."

Part XII

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staring off into the distance while thinking of alpha dean finding out his beta little brother is actually an omega, when sam unexpectedly goes into heat (the suppressants he'd been using almost constantly ever since he presented stopped working after reuniting with his brother and spending too much time around him).

dean wants to freak out but he gotta make sure sam's somewhere safe asap. once they get to a motel, dean asks sam if there's anything he needs before he leaves (obviously dean's struggling with this decision, leaving sam to go through a heat alone, an omega, sam is an omega, what the hell; and it's his baby brother, jesus, what other choice does he have but leave?), and sam is getting to the point of being delirious, so he blurts out "your shirt, dean. anything that smells like you".

they don't need to say another word, they both know. dean hauls ass before he can do something unbrotherly.

[boyscentral56]

Okay hear me out as much as I love omega Sam and it makes sense but what about omega Dean and alpha Sam. Like just imagine omega Dean desperate for his little brothers knot doing everything in his power to get Sammy to notice him like walking around in the motel room in nothing but his panties or always bending over in front of him and one where it’s night time and he knows Sam is still awake but he pretends he doesn’t all while fingering himself in the next bed over while moaning Sammy. And just think about how possessive he would get when there out at a bar or something and some skanky dumb blonde omega girl with big tits comes up to Sam trying to hit on him

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PAIRING: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: 809

WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, smut, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

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It had started out slow — gentle touches under the covers as they allowed their bodies to wake on their own time. It was meant to be quick, maybe five minutes of grinding and thrusting until they got what they wanted, and that’s exactly what had happened.

But it hadn’t stopped.

Neither of them can remember the last time they woke up with this much desire in them, or the last time they’d been able to make it work this good, but when they’d ended round one with even more lust and need in them, they’d just gone with it, ignoring the two alarms he’d set for work the night before.

He’s made her cum twice, the first time on his cock, the second time when he’d slipped down beneath the covers and tongued her until he felt her thighs shake and she’d squirmed away with a plea for a quick break that he barely gave before shoving her legs apart and sliding back inside.

“Holy fuck—” she tips her head back, reaching up to grab hold of the pillow above her head, “Sam, please…”

“What?” He leans back, skimming his hands down her ribs and over her belly, “too much?”

“No, no,” she takes a quick breath, and he watches her rock her hips up to feel him move inside her, “don’t wanna make a mess.”

He chuckles, leaning down just enough to kiss her, “we made a mess already, don’t know how we could make it worse.”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond before he’s fixing his grip on her waist and pinning her in place against the mattress. The heavy slap of his hips hitting hers fills the room, and she only makes it a few rough strokes before she can’t hold back the sweet whimpers and moans that drive him absolutely crazy.

Her nails dig into his skin, and he grits his teeth at the sting, letting out a grunt that makes her tighten around him. She loves it when he’s loud, and he doesn’t hold back on giving her what she wants. He can get one more out of her if he really works for it.

He’s almost lightheaded when he feels her start to tense up again, and she tips her head back, mouth open as she works a hand down between her legs and touches herself just enough to help him out. Her thighs shake, and he collapses over her, thrusting through the strong waves of her orgasm as she whimpers and moans in his ear.

She lets out a breathy giggle when he rolls her over and tugs her hips up into the air. Two pillows get stuffed under her waist to keep her propped up, and he takes a moment to sit back and stare at the mess they’d made between her legs, where there’s just a little bit left of his first release mixed with the slick of all three of hers. He wants to knot her so fucking bad and and it kills him that he’s not going to be in rut for another month.

She lets out a heavy breath when he pushes in, teasing her inch by inch until she’s stuffed full of him and he can feel her squeezing around him, teasing him right back.

“Go harder,” she whimpers, “please—”

He shifts his weight behind her, catching his breath as his hands slide up and down her sides. “Y’sure?”

She nods eagerly, sucking in a deep breath that almost makes her dizzy. “Yeah, I can take it.”

“Good girl.” He squeezes her hips, and she clutches at the bedsheets when he finally gives in to his own lust and ruts forward as hard as he can. She bites down on a knuckle, eyes shut tight as she takes every heavy thrust that has her practically crying from the overstimulation.

“Fuck—” he curls over her, one arm wrapping around her waist to keep her against him as his orgasm starts to peak, “gonna come in you, baby, you want that?”

She nods as best she can, lips parting as his teeth graze against the side of her neck. “Yes…”

“That’s my girl.”

She braces herself for it, unable to move her hips or legs as he uses his weight to keep her pinned underneath him. She can feel the start of it, a quick throb that’s matched with a deep grunt, and then a soft rush of wet heat inside her that makes her almost want to come again. He holds himself deep, fucking everything he’s got into her until she feel him relax. He stays inside her, moving up close to keep himself tucked deep as he dots her neck and shoulders with kisses that have her squirming.

“I’m calling out today,” he whispers against the back of her neck, “I’m not done with you.”

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Mina's Favorite Wincest Fic Recs: omegaverse

it's all omega!dean and alpha!sam bc that just makes more sense in my head lmao sorry not sorry

Take a Load Off by submariner

Stories from Sam and Dean’s wet, hot, American summer (road trip).

Sometimes, he feels real bad, about what he lets Sam do. It’s dirty, and it’s wrong, and he knows it. In fact, the second time they did it, Dean got sick—so sick he thought he might be pregnant, which would have been even worse than anything else. But it passed, and so did the guilt. It’s Sammy: how bad could it be, really? Dean keeps looking over at his alpha, and Sam keeps jumping him any chance they get.

alternatively, five times Dean doesn’t come and one time he does.

Mina's note: starting with my FAVORITE. I love love love this one very deeply. we have a bunch of delicious flavors in here besides the omegaverse: weecest behind john's back, dean with a pussy (my beloved) and an unhappy ending (I mean, it's pre-series, so its not exactly the end, don't worry).

that's kinda personal, but dean not coming was very endearing to me, as an ace person that can't really get there with another person lol and that doesn't mean the sex was bad, there's various other reasons to fuck besides coming, and I like how this was explored here :)

The Bite of Knowledge by theproblematique

Omegas can tell when alphas are attracted to them. It's a survival mechanism.

After years of buildup, Dean finally realizes that Sam is attracted to him.

It's a shitshow.

Mina's note: that's the first wincest omegaverse fic I ever read, yay. It's super cute and has so much pining - which I love!. I really enjoyed the world building in this one, I never saw this thing where omegas know when alphas are into them, which is super cool.

To Sound The Depths by Pendragony

Dean has always set aside his needs, repressing his instincts for the sake of Sam. Sometimes he thinks he doesn’t even know how to be an Omega any more. When the brothers pose as a couple to investigate a spate of drowned Alphas, Dean starts to get back in touch with his Omega self. But when the heat is on, will Dean still be able to protect Sam?

Mina's note: this one is also on my long wincest fic rec post. It's a case fic as well and I really like the plot (truly, that's not a joke about porn), and it's somewhat of a slow burn, which is one of my favorite things ever!!

he ain't heavy by adastreia

Castiel was gone. Dean was asleep and probably would be for the foreseeable future. Sam should probably hit the hay himself, but something felt – off. Somehow he knew there was no way he’d manage to do anything but toss and turn if he did try and go to bed. There was a thrumming under his skin that once upon a time he would’ve associated with an impending rut, but he hadn’t had one of those since his soul (mangled, taped together, falling apart) was slammed back into his body. Couldn't be a rut. It was probably stress.

Mina's note: most omegaverse fics are heat focused, so I always jump at it when I catch a hut fic!! it's sooo hot, I don't know why there's so little alpha!sam hut fics out there, the self-hate is so delicious

darling, don't put down your guns yet by scorpiod

Dean accidentally gets pregnant. They both know they should abort it.

Sam and Dean decide to keep it.

Mina's note: pregnancy fic, obviously. S7, which is such a messy season to get pregnant, with the leviathans and halluficer around, so it's like soo interesting!! the way they act towards the pregnancy seems very canonical to me, and I love pregnant dean. there's a tiny bit of lactation kink, and little flashbacks to when they were kids that are so fantastically weird and fucked up - just how they are and just how I like it.

Taste Every Fruit by thatsakitkat

There's no real words to describe how feeding Sam feels. Dean thinks it might be better than orgasms, but it's a whole different kind of pleasure, one that makes him feel sleepy and proud of himself for being able to take care of his brother this way. Everything feels right in the world, all Dean's problems taken away in the gentle pulls of Sam's mouth.

Mina's note: very interesting world building!! and so much lactation lmao dean with boobs was something I didn't know I needed

Drip by thatsakitkat

Sam chews the inside of his lip and looks down at the tampon in his fingers, taps the applicator between the webbing of his thumb and index. "I'll do it," he offers, hopes his voice is even and doesn't crack or tremble because looking at the tampon, he can picture the string hanging outside Dean's body and it's weird, what that imagery does to him.

Mina's note: TAMPON KINK!!! I mean, I'm a bit insane about this, but yeah, tampon kink, guys....

Sassy Sammy and the Slick Tits by fastandfilthy (IndridGrey)

Dean has to take parenting classes in high school like everyone else and he has been given a fake baby. The problem is, his omega hormones have been going into overdrive recently, so the fake baby's crying is enough to induce lactation in him. Teen alpha Sam gladly offers to help him out.

Mina's note: the title is so funny and crackish lmao but as the author tagged, it's not as cracky as the title makes it sound - it's actually really hot. omegaverse + lactation kink is such a good match!!

[winchestergirl2]

March Reading Recs 2025

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Reading Recs Masterlist

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Between The City & the Stars Part 4 | Part 5 @zepskies

Authors Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

If I Stay Part 1 | Part 2 | @zepskies

Authors Summary: Your dream is to work with kids as an elementary school teacher. Dean is well on his way to becoming a firefighter, keeping things light and “strings unattached” as he goes. After a one-night stand you never saw coming, you and Dean are forced to deal with the consequences…and figure out if the connection between you is worth fighting for.

Safeguard (drabble) @maddie0101

Authors summary: After a bad nightmare, you seek comfort in Dean’s arms.

Sam Winchester

Safe with you @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery

( ☕️ ) - Mornings: Were Made For You - Sam Winchester @keoriwnch

Authors Summary: Sam Winchester is an annoyingly perfect morning person, and you are not. Waking up without him next to you is already a struggle, but when he tries to coax you out of bed with coffee and soft kisses, you realize maybe mornings aren’t so bad—at least, not when they start with him.

Tracker

Russell Shaw

Rivers & Roads Away @impala-dreamer

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Hope in Broken Places Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | @jessjad

Authors Summary: Moving to and living in Montana had once been a necessary thing for Beau. But three years later now he loved it. His daughter by his side, some new friends he had made. Only problem was that Beau, an alpha in his mid-fourties, starts to feel the effects of not being mated. Will he become feral or is fate on his side one last time?

When Control Slips @agirlwithdemonblood

Authors Summary: Beau Arlen struggles with his unspoken feelings for his younger deputy, leading to a dangerous outburst that threatens their undercover operation and forces him to confront what he’s been hiding all along.

Paperwork @unsuperingyournatural

Here @unsuperingyournatural

Dawsons Creek

CJ Braxton

Sweet Talks & Sales Pitches @wendichester

Authors Summary. cj tries to convince you to join the stand

Smallville

Jason Teague

Coach Teague | Part 2 | @wendichester

Authors Summary: There's a new coach in town and suddenly football has become interesting!

[samanddean76]

Title: Aren't You A Little Short For A Wookie?

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 1,575

Tags: Alternate Universe, Omega Verse, Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Dean Winchester, Possessive Sam Winchester, Sassy Dean Winchester, Collars, Dean Wears Princess Leia's Slave Bikini, Knotting, Manhandling, Dean Winchester Likes Being Manhandled, Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Sam Winchester, Sam Owns Dean's Ass, The Fanfic Writers of the Supernatural Fandom Discord's Monthly Writing Challenge

Summary: Dean has a birthday surprise all lined up for Sam.

This fic owes itself to the combining of two prompts in a writing challenge. I hope you enjoy! @ffwotspnf

@sammybirthdaybonanza

Fic on AO3

[angelsberrymilk]

Alpha!Dean who's sooooo convinced he's going to fuck a pretty Omega when she tells him to stay the night at her place to thank him for getting rid of a vengeful spirit.

like obvs he follows her and gets surprised, like shocked that he only gets a kiss and she tells him that she wants to try something with him.

and he's like "uhhhh, okay." raised brow and all and a little bit suspicious.

and she proceeds to tell him abt how she read in a book that Omegas hundred of years back used to let Alphas sleep in their nest when they were back from war, quest or trip to provide comfort, it could be like platonic or romantic. it was like a way to tell the Alphas that they were home and safe. like some sort of Aroma Therapy.

and Dean doesn't know whether she's joking or not and gives her a look close to puppy eyes like "wait, so no pussy? 🥺" lmaooo

and she doesn't say anything and promises him that he smells like he needs it. he reeks of discomfort, of the leather from his car seat, sweat, dirt, blood you name it. and she's convinced that it's the best way to thank him cuz he needs it. like bad.

she makes him shower before he even thinks of sitting on her bed with his outside/demon hunting clothes. and then omd, he gets in her bed and she like tucks him in and he's so weirded out but he kinda likes it, and the Omega's pretty so he's not gonna complain like a fucking moron.

And she stays next to him, tells him a little about herself and their town, abt the different posters hung in her room and some bands she listens to, and when she notices he's getting more and more comfortable in her soft fluffy blankets, she gives him a forehead kiss and turns off the lights and leaves to sleep over at her friends house.

and Oh. My. God.

when I tell you Dean slept like a fucking baby, he passed the fuck out when he realised she was being serious abt him sleeping in her bed for the night. he slept so good he didn't even dream, he slept so good he didn't wake up at night, not even once, he passed right the fuck out in her bed, high off Omega scent. and she smelled good. like really good.

when he finally came to in the morning, it took him a while to fully wake up, and he noticed that he drooled a bit in his sleep and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. he was warm, comfortable, in a heaven of fluffy blankets, sweet Omega scent, and plushies apparently. His hair was actually sticking out even tho it was short and spiky and he had marks on one side of his face from the pillow.

and most importantly he felt really good. like really really good. it was probably the best night of sleep he's ever had these past few years.

when he finally makes his way downstairs, he finds Sam and the Omega at the table, clearly waiting for him to wake up to have breakfast together. and Sam's brow just raises a little bit and notices his brother's slow movements, slow steps, like he's been floating away in clouds make out of cotton candy. or like he's being fucked so good he's still woozy from it. who knows.

[masoena]

Your Moon Holding Up My Sky

Interrupting regular daily scheduled Kinktober programming for @girlsvmonsters and my contribution to the @wincestbigbang which starts posting today. Title: Your Moon Holding Up My Sky Author: @masoena Artist: @girlsvmonsters Other Pairing: None mentioned Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Graphic Depictions of Violence/Omegaverse

Link to Fic: AO3 || Link to Art: Tumblr

Summary: Sam and Dean make it back from the Bad Place (S13E09) with minor scratches but as the weeks move on, Sam becomes ever more protective of Dean and flies of the handle far more easily than is normal for him. When Dean is hurt during a hunt things come to a head and they dive into research trying to work out what led to Sam being not only more possessive and territorial over Dean but before they can really work out what is happening a fundamental change happens to Sam that puts Dean in danger. How can the reconcile what Sam has become with the lives they lead?

[rosecarr67]

I have no logical explanation for this, but Soldier Boy is my new pretty, pretty princess. I mean look at him.

I love him, I wanna keep him in a jar and carry him from room to room of my house as I do things. I've tried to resist but apparently my new life's calling is to put this precious baby in Situations.

[imthedr3amer]

📖 Fic share: SPN, Wincest, Explicit ❤️‍🔥2️⃣

[Sequel to this recent rec.]

And nothing else matters by waywardelle on AO3 ↗️

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mentions of - Character, Lady Toni Bevell, Mary Winchester

Additional Tags: Alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, Bottom!Sam, mention of sexual assault, when Sam thinks about what happened to him while kidnapped, but nothing graphic, sequel to The Claiming, my other ABO fic, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Season/Series 12, coda to 12x04, Mention of - Freeform, bottom!Dean, but no sex scenes in which dean bottoms, if that makes sense [Extra tags by me: Rimming, Anal Sex]

Language: English

Series: Part 2 of brother-mates 'verse

Stats: Published: 2016-11-12 Words: 9,456

And nothing else matters

by waywardelle

Summary: Dean inexplicably pushes Sam away when their mother returns to their lives. After she leaves, Dean stays away anyway. Sam wants to kill Dean for ignoring the fact that they're fuckin' mated, but the omega in him tells him to be patient. So, he waits. And he misses his Alpha like crazy. (Coda to 12x04, "American Nightmare." Sequel to The Claiming, but it can stand alone. You do not need to have read The Claiming to follow along with this fic!)

"He still hasn’t told Dean about it, about how far she truly went. Not that, you know, he’s really had the chance. Deep down, he knows at least part of it is not wanting Dean’s reaction of jealousy or possessiveness to be the reason he comes back to Sam. Doesn't want it to be the reason Dean wants him again, just because he feels the need to claim what’s his. He doesn’t want to trick Dean into it, either. He just. He just wants him."

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[miss-madness67]

The Smell of You (Sam drabble)

When you meet your Alpha.

Harvelle’s Roadhouse for hunters is in a way you have never seen before. Rugged men and women mingling with each other makes the smell of Alpha all the more potent. It’s no surprise most hunters are Alphas, but it is still bothersome considering your presentation as an Omega. You try to avoid as many people as you can as you navigate through the crowd. Your suppressants keep the attention of others away most of the time, but you prefer to avoid physical contact if you can. In the busy bar, there is no sign of your best friend, Jo. You think maybe she has gone behind the counter to help her mother, but Hellen is expertly managing the customers on her own. Where the hell has Jo gone to?

The door of the establishment opens and closes yet again, but you’re too busy looking for your friend to glance at the newcomers. Finally, in the mass of bodies, you spot Jo animatedly talking to Ash in a corner of the place, near the jukebox. With a smile on your face, you make your way over. Just as you reach them, something else happens. Your friend looks from over your shoulder at something -someone- behind you. And before you turn around, before you look at him, you smell him. People often say that when finding your mate, all of your concentration would be taken away and the only focus would be on them. You want to agree, but more than that, all that you can focus on is the smell. Oh, so sweet and yet so masculine. You wish to melt on him like butter, you feel reborn. Finally, as you look up, your eyes clash with Sam Winchester and nothing else seems to matter. You are his.

Taglist: @desimarie12 @hobby27 @coppernickeldime @sweetwerewolfqueen @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @perpetualabsurdity @deanswaywardgirl @seppys-return-to-madness @mrspeacem1nusone

[whorefordarlin]

iwfilwyoaoa thoughts but it's David and Darlin' this time