#alpha!dean smut

[holylulusworld]

Passion by heat

Summary: The encounter with the shifter caused more than trouble.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: language, a/b/o, heat, slick, sex toys, smut, doggy style, little manhandling, marking, mating, claiming

<< Love by heart

Silence is greeting Dean when he hammers against your door. He calls your name, waiting for an answer.

“Y/N! Sweetheart you didn’t leave your room for three days. I got food and water for you,” Dean sighs as you still don’t answer. “I know you are still mad at me, but please eat something.”

He presses his ear against your door, listening closely only to hear a tiny whimper escape your lips. You press your hand over your mouth, hoping Dean doesn’t realize what’s going on inside your room.

“Y/N,” his voice sounds a little deeper and rougher now. “Open the door or I’ll take it down! I’m not joking. You will get out of the room and have some food.”

“I can’t—” you bite your hand, hoping to keep the noises wanting to escape your throat inside. “Go away.”

“No can-do sweetheart,” Dean mutters under his breath. He’s already picking your lock, ignoring that you try to keep him out of your room. “I’m going to check on you now. I hope you are dressed—”

His jaw drops and he growls low in his throat watching you frantically run your vibrator up and down your folds. “GET OUT!” Your snarl at Dean.

“Oh-fuck me,” his eyes drop to your soaked cunt when you shove the toy inside. “Don’t do this to me, sweetheart. I can’t…shit…” A throaty purr leaves his lips. He slams the door shut with his boot; eyes glued to your exposed sex. “What happened?”

He sniffs in all directions, almost creaming his pants as your overwhelming scent hits him. “I-I’m in heat. You need to go.” You growl now. “You smell too good, Dean. I’m going to…”

“You are going to what?” He tugs at his suddenly too-tight pants. “Shit…what are you going to do?”

“Let you fuck me if you don’t go now,” you throw the toy at Dean. He easily catches the toy. Dean holds it in front of his face to sniff at it. “Dean…don’t do this…”

“I can’t,” he pants heavily. “Fuck.” Your eyes widen when Dean darts his tongue out to lick your juices off the toy. “Shit…” He drops the toy to the ground and stalks toward the bed.

“Dean…”

“No,” he snarls when you try to close your eyes. “Keep them open. I want to see your pretty cunt.”

Dean dips his knee into the mattress and slowly crawls toward you. He pushes his face between your legs to nuzzle your cunt. “Dean, what are you doing? W-e can’t d-o this…” You fist his hair to press his face into your sex. “Dean…”

“Let me just,” he curses loudly when you start grinding against his face. “You’re naughty.” Dean grips your thighs to keep you from moving. “We have all the time later.” He looks up at you from between your legs. “Now you need a knot. You’re already on the edge and your body feels hot.”

“You’re making me hot,” you grasp for his shirt and use all your strength to drag him on top of your body. “So hot…alpha. You need to take care of the problem you caused.”

“Sweetheart, I’m on it.” He captures your lips in a soft kiss. His alpha is ready to mate and breed but Dean tries to hold his instinct back. “How come you’re in heat?”

“The shifter and you…and…” you fist his shirt. “He wanted to mate me, and my omega wants you to mate her.”

He growls against your lips. “You make it hard for me to hold back. If you don’t stop me, you end up filled with my knot.”

You whimper at his promise. Dean paws at your body, holding you down by your arms to look you deep in the eyes. “Do it. Give me your knot.”

He releases a shuddery breath.

You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction. “Sweetheart,” he growls and manhandles you onto your belly. “You’re going to be mine. This,” he slaps his hand between your legs to toy with your clit, “will be mine.”

Dean nips at your neck, teeth grazing your mating gland. “Do it.”

He chuckles at your eagerness. You grind against his fingers, soaking his digits with your slick. “You’re so needy,” he removes his hand, making you whine at the loss. “I’m going to always have you full of cock.”

You feel him shift behind you. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants to free his aching cock. “K-not,” you growl low in your throat. Slick runs down your thighs, and you drool scenting the alpha you always wanted. “Now.”

“I wanted to go easy on you because of all the things happening but now-“ Dean pounces on you, he wiggles his hips and pushes his cock between your pussy lips. “I’ll fuck you into the mattress. You will feel your alpha in your bones.”

You make an odd noise, and then you gush all over his cock. “Oh—god.”

“Did you just cum untouched?” He growls and ruts against you. “Fucking perfect.” Dean angles his hips to push the tip in. The alpha mounts you from behind and fills you with one hard thrust. “I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll pass out on me.”

You bite the pillow when his thick length splits you open. “Dean…” You purr. “More. Give me more.”

“I’m on it, sweetheart,” he starts moving his hips. “You’ll cum again and again tonight. I won’t let up until you give me at least two orgasms.”

He pants in your neck, cursing your name while praising your cunt. Dean can’t believe he denied himself the pleasure of fucking you.

"Now that you took all of me, I’m going to make you moan my name,”  Dean slowly slides back out of your slicked cunt. He groans feeling your warmth welcoming him when he pushes back in.

He pants heavily and tries to hold back as best as he can but the needy moans and the way your cunt grips his cock let him lose all control.

Dean starts to piston his dick in and out of you, whispering filthy words with every deep thrust. Your walls tighten around him, grip him even tighter the moment he moans your name. “DEAN…alpha!”

 His teeth sink into your neck, sending sparks of pleasure and pain through your whole being. You cum all over him, his name on your lips. “Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna knot you now.” Dean licks over the wound he left. “Now…baby…omega…”

“No scratching the wound,” Dean tuts. “It needs to heal first.” He presses a soft kiss to the now bandaged mark he left. “Let our bond do this. It will help you heal faster.”

“We mated,” you sniffle and hide your face in Dean’s chest. “Dean, what did we do? Sex is one thing, but you claimed me!”

“I claimed my omega. There is nothing wrong with claiming your mate,” he kisses your temple. “The only problem is…”

You look at Dean with teary eyes. “What is the problem?”

“We need to decide who tells Sammy we are mated and that he’ll need noise-reducing headphones from now on.”

You chuckle. That’s just Dean. “You. Because you picked my lock.”

“I’ll do it again.” He grins darkly. “Over and over again…”

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

All She Wants, Part Three (Finale)

Summary: Dean’s experience with the wrong hormone suppressants makes him feral. The only person who can get him out of it and save his life is Y/N, the omega he had been mating with for years until she left six months ago. Without a claim and with no prospects of Dean ever giving her one, Y/N finally had enough and broke the bond they’d forged in their years together and left him, but with Sam now begging her to go to Dean and save his life, will she go, or will she leave the green-eyed alpha to his biological fate?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Alpha Gone Feral for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: dub con claiming, omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, feral alpha, agitation, aggression, smut, rough sex, biting, oral sex (f rec), fingering, p in v sex, hair pulling, heavy angst, aftercare, fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

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Y/N’S POV

The knocking on your motel room door startles you, and you grab your gun from the waistband of your jeans and cautiously step towards the door. Flicking the safety off, you place the barrel onto the wood and cautiously open it just enough to see who’s on the other side.

“Sam? Cas?” you gasp, throwing the door open wider.

“You should be more careful, Y/N. We could be demons or shapeshifters or any other kind of monster,” Cas speaks first, and you blink at him, amused, as always, by his directness.

“Nice to see you, too, Cas,” you smirk, opening the door wider to let them in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says as he leans down to hug you. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Sam,” you smile as you close the door behind them. You know whatever this unplanned visit is, it’s about Dean.

“You seem healthy,” Cas states, tilting his head to the side and frowning as if searching for something. “And yet—”

“So!” Sam interrupts quickly. “How have you been?”

“Fine…” You narrow your eyes at the alpha’s strange behaviour. “This isn’t a social visit, is it?” You finally ask.

“No,” Cas confirms, and you don’t know if you’re glad he’ll get straight to the point or if you’d prefer Sam to dance around it all a little more.

“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.

“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.

You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.

“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea. 

“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.

“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.

“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.

“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”

“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.

“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”

It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.

“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.

“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.

“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.

“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.

Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”

“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.

“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”

“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”

“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.

“I do,” Sam responds.

“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”

“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.

“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”

“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.

“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.

You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.

He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.

“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.

“Where is he?”

Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.

You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.

Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.

“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.

“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.

“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.

“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.

Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.

“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.

Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.

“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”

Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.

“No!” he growls. “Mine.”

Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.

He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.

You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”

Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.

“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.

Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.

As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.

“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.

You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.

Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.

As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.

It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha. 

“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”

His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.

It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.

You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.

“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.

“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.

Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.

When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.

A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.

The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.

The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.

“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.

“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”

You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.

Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut. 

As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.

Cry.

DEAN’S POV

Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.

He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.

Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food. 

When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.

Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.

Y/N’S POV

After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.

“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.

He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.

When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.

Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.

Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.

“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.

“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.

“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”

“I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”

The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.

“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”

The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”

“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”

“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”

THE END

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[welldonebeca]

One Wife for Two Brothers

Summary: The infamous Winchesters brothers are in your village, and the old ladies in town won't stop gossiping about how they are looking for an Omega. You are happy to offer yourself to the role. Warnings: Vaginal fingering. Smut. Teasing. Seduction. A/B/O dynamics.

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You swept the floor of the church clean in a silent trance, humming a hymn to yourself while other women whispered to themselves in a corner.

"Hey," you called. "If you are not going to clean, just go talk outside. It will make my job easier."

Mrs Harvelle threw a look in your direction, pressing her lips in a worried look.

"Come here, kid," she called. "Come listen to us."

"Ellen," Mrs Mills hissed.

"You know she needs to know, Jody," she nearly barked back.

Mrs Mills didn't look pleased and you sighed, not wanting to get another scolding from your father for ignoring your chores to listen to gossip, but the trio of women practically pulled you to stand with them.

"She is too young to even know of any of this, Ellen!" she protested.

"She is nineteen," Mrs Harvelle argued, keeping a tight grip around your elbow. "My girl is younger and I already taught her what she needs to know about them."

Them?

"Who is them?" you frowned.

"Those Winchester boys," Mrs Harvelle told you.

The name rang a bell, and you just frowned more. They were Alphas from a clan that lived a day away from your town. They would often come to represent their group in legal situations and to buy things they couldn't produce.

You hadn't heard much from them, honestly, only what your father always said. He called them heretics who followed the old ways, prayed under the moon and were rumoured to still be able to shift into wolves - something that had been lost for centuries now.

Rogue Alphas who followed no human laws.

Aside from the rumours, though, they never seemed to cause any trouble. You had never heard of them disrespecting anyone, or doing anything to earn such a reputation.

And yet, people still feared them.

"Some people said they are looking for a mate," Mrs Mills told you.

"Well, they can forget it," Mrs Harvelle growled. "No Omega in this town will sign themselves away to be their breeding bitch."

You swallowed down and she scowled.

"My Jo said she isn't leaving the house until they are gone," she shot you a look. "You should do the same thing. It's safer."

Jo had just turned 15, you doubted she would even want to think of that.

You didn't know what to think of it. So far, you hadn't even thought about marriage, much less mating.

"Be careful," Miss Hanscum told you.

And then, just as soon as they had pulled you closer, they pushed you back into work, leaving you alone to finish cleaning the church.

You were just two benches away from the door and the sun was almost down when you heard it opening loudly, and heavy steps - that you didn't recognise - walked inside.

"My father is gone," you warned them. "He won't be back until..."

You stopped midway as you looked at who it was, stunned to see the tall and large figure at the door, an imposing man with eyes that caught the light and bigger than any other you had ever seen in your life.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, face soft. "I just came here to pray."

His scent hit your nose, and you weren't surprised.  He was an Alpha - and a very good smelling one.

"It's... fine," you mumbled.

He nodded, and stepped on the carpet, cleaning his boots before taking the furthest seat from you and sitting right in the front, on the other side of the church, maybe hoping it wouldn't disturb your cleaning.

You waited a bit and pretended to have to clean a different spot, trying to take a better look at him as he prayed with his eyes closed.

His clothes weren't too well stitched and looked like they were redone several times to fit his size, as if he had grown faster than he was supposed to. He was just so muscular.

You had never seen an Alpha looking so...  traditional.

Whoever this man was, he looked like he had come straight out of history books. You were shocked that his fingers didn't have claws or his ears didn't have fur.

Though it wasn't like you could see his ears with his long, luscious hair.

You froze, a little embarrassed when you realised you were staring. Why were you so fixated on him, why did you even care about his hair?

Alpha opened his eyes and stared right at yours, and you had to will your knees not to buckle.

"Are you from the Winchester clan?" you asked.

His lips curled in a teasing smile.

"Yes," he confirmed.

His big hand moved to his side, and he patted the seating spot by his side.

Any warnings to stay away just flew away from your head.

You rubbed your thighs together as you followed his silent instructions, sitting at the bench right by his side, eloped by his delicious scent, and tried not to let yourself be tempted.

You were a smart Omega and weren't going to fall into the lap of the first alpha with soft-looking hair and kind eyes and big hands that looked like they could dwarf both of yours...

"So… you pray?” you asked. “I thought you believed in your moon god."

He chuckled.

"We do, as a clan," Alpha explained. "But I like to believe all gods have a reason to be respected. Maybe this one will be nice and help my brother find us an inn that will let us stay the night."

You laughed a bit.

"Maybe we can pray together?" you offered. "It can't hurt to try."

He smiled and took your hands, moving so that he could face you, and you did the same.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

You obeyed, but you couldn't quite do anything as close to praying.

Instead, you could only think of his scent, of how it was all around you. Could he scent you?

Maybe he could scent how you were getting wet by just breathing his scent in alone.

"What is your name?" he asked, breath so close to your neck you could almost feel his lips on your skin. "And why are you trying to tempt me in such a holy place?"

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[suckerforlovesblog]

A perfect match?

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink

Series Masterlist:

Chapter 1: Why is nothing staying the same?

Chapter 2: Where am I?

Chapter 3: What now?

Chapter 4: Where are we going?

Chapter 5: Why don’t you care for me?

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[kittenofdoomage]

Lucky Girl

Summary: Y/N has a dilemma to solve, but lucky for her, she's got a very handy Alpha to help out.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Omega!reader, referenced Saileen

Word Count: 3025

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics and smut (knotting, unprotected sex, scenting), amusing and dirty little old ladies, I would like to thank my mother for the inspiration from her many life drawing classes and the funny stories she tells me every week about the models.

A/N: Thank you so much Tumblr for making editing 1000% feckin' harder, sorry if there's any formatting issues guys x

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Her frustrated cry echoed through the house, and Dean followed the sound, finding her in the kitchen at the island, phone in hand and dismay on her face. He frowned, skirting around her to lean on the opposite side of the counter. “What’s up?”

“My model for tomorrow night just pulled out,” Y/N muttered, sighing heavily and dropping her phone. “I promised the director I’d get an Alpha model for this class, and now I’m back to square one.”

His bottom lip jutted out and he leaned on the heels of his hands, hunching his shoulders. “This is the, uh, the -”

“Life drawing,” she supplied.

“The nudie class, right?”

“That’s the one.” Another sigh, and she lowered her head, resting her forehead against one palm. “Where the hell am I gonna find an Alpha willing to pose nude in front of a bunch of OAPs?”

For a moment, he was silent, chewing on his lip as he watched her despair. “Out of curiosity, is this a voluntary gig or -?”

She looked up at him. “It’s a hundred bucks for ninety minutes. But you find me an Alpha who wants to do it, as well as is able to do it. I don’t need another Omega clawing my eyes out.”

He stood straight, patting his hands against his chest. “I’ll do it.” Y/N froze, staring at him as if he’d grown a second head. “You?”

“Why not? You can paint me like one of your French girls,” he quipped, and she chuckled, shaking her head as she pressed her hands to his chest. “No?”

“Well, a - it’s a drawing class,” she said hesitantly. “And I guess I wouldn’t have to worry about any Omegas getting pissy with me but…”

“But what?” he asked, shrugging. “It’s not like you’re leaving me to be assaulted by the Golden Girls is it?”

“I dunno, Geraldine can get a little handsy. She makes comments.”

A dirty smirk curved his features. “I got nothing to be ashamed of,” he announced proudly. “So long as you’re okay with me doing it,” he added quickly, leaning on the island again. “I don’t wanna do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

“No,” she replied, picking up her phone. “I’d have to clear it with Jeff first… but I don’t see why you can’t do it.” Her phone started to ring, and she grimaced, giving Dean an apologetic look. “That’s him now. I’ll run it by him, see what he thinks.” The back door opened as she got up, and Dean’s attention was snatched away by his brother’s entrance, leaving his Omega to dash off to the living room for a more private conversation with her boss.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean greeted, moving to the fridge. “Beer?”

“No thanks, man, I gotta drive later,” Sam replied, shaking his head. “Everything okay?”

The conversation he’d just been having didn’t seem like one he wanted to share with his brother, so he smiled, fishing a beer out of the bottom of the refrigerator. “Yeah, peachy. How’s Eileen?” Sam’s smile was wide. “Hangry.”

“Ah, second trimester. I hear it’s a bitch.”

“Yeah, well, don’t let her hear you say that.”

Y/N returned, smiling as she held up her phone. “Jeff said it’s fine!” she exclaimed. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Sam frowned, looking between them, gaze finally settling on his brother as the elder’s face turned beet red. “Did I, uh, miss something?”

“Nothing,” Dean rushed out. “Just something Y/N needed help with, is all. Nothing to write home about.”

She couldn’t stifle the giggle at how red he turned, sliding back into her seat at the island. “Absolutely nothing.”

The life drawing class was her last of the day, following her beginner’s watercolor classes, and it was one of the more popular ones at the community college. Her regular classroom’s walls were adorned with art created by students that passed through, and in the five years Y/N had been teaching art, she’d never found a school quite as welcoming as Lawrence Community. It was mostly mature students, and her classes in particular were mostly attended by elderly students, and life-drawing was no exception. She was always the youngest person in the room, and handsy Geraldine was the oldest at eighty-five, though she was as spirited as any thirty year old.

Dean was nervous when he showed up ten minutes early, hovering in the doorway as she said goodbye to the last few stragglers from her late watercolor class. When they were finally alone, she smirked at him, folding her arms across her chest as she stood behind her desk.

“Nervous?” she teased.

“No,” he scoffed, false bravado making his voice a little higher than usual.

“Good,” she chuckled, stepping out from her desk. She strode to the furthest wall, pulling out a folding screen from storage. “I don’t think we’re expecting a full house tonight. You can get undressed behind here, then we’ll figure out a pose.”

He balked a little at that. “A pose?”

“Well, you can lie down, or you can sit - you can read a book if you don’t wanna get bored,” she explained.

“Am I allowed to talk?”

“So long as you don’t move too much. Geraldine will probably be very chatty.”

He grimaced, slipping behind the screen. “Okay, now I’m nervous.”

Y/N grinned. “You’re gonna do great.”

While he got ready behind the screen, she began to move the chairs and desks, arranging them in a circle before hauling the chaise longue into the middle. It didn’t take long for Dean to undress, and when he shuffled out from behind the curtain with his hands covering his junk, she couldn’t help but laugh. He peered at the small couch, pulling a face at the size of it.

“Am I even gonna fit on that?”

“It’s very sturdy,” she pointed out.

He didn’t look like he believed her but he approached anyway, lowering himself onto the soft surface with one hand, still covering his dick with the other. “It’s soft,” he exclaimed, testing the weight of it. “Is there a position you’d recommend?”

The innuendo was clear, and she pursed her lips for a second, then cleared her throat. “I’d recommend you lay down,” she rushed out, hoping he couldn’t smell the sudden flare in her scent. “Sometimes when you’re sitting for that long, you’ll be inclined to slouch, and that’ll make your back ache.”

“My back already aches,” he grumbled.

“Maybe pretend like you’re at the psychiatrist’s office or something,” she suggested.

He nodded, mouth pulling down at the corners as he contemplated it. “I can work with that.”

A knock at the door only preceded it opening by a second or two, and Dean jumped when one of her students, Vivienne, stuck her head through the door. “May we come in, dear?”

“You ready?” Y/N asked him quietly. “You’re gonna have to bare all, remember.” He grunted, lying back, reluctantly pulling his hand away from his crotch. She turned her back quickly, striding towards the door. “Of course, girls, please come in.”

The door swung wide, and Dean tried not to be alarmed by the amount of people walking in. There were nine people in total, seven elderly women and two older gentlemen. He was expecting lewd stares; what he got was a cursory glance as one old lady pointed out to her friend that using mayonnaise in a cake recipe wasn’t uncouth in the slightest.

“Okay, guys and gals,” Y/N announced, clapping her hands together as the students found their seats, all facing him. “We’ve got a very handsome model tonight, though I might be biased because he’s my boyfriend.”

One of the ladies pulled her bright pink glasses down, peering over them at him, obviously assessing him. “Lucky girl,” she murmured, and the other women all tittered as he tried not to blush.

Y/N smirked. “Are you in a comfortable position, Dean?”

He shifted, bringing one knee up, trying to appear casual without straining a muscle. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

“Is everyone happy with the model’s positioning?”

A hand shot up, belonging to a petite white-haired lady wearing a blue fuzzy sweater that appeared a couple of sizes too big. Her thick glasses made her eyes huge, and the pearl string that hung from them around her neck jangled when she moved. “Could we turn the light behind him off?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N said, quickly crossing the room to turn the section of lights off. The effect cast almost a spotlight on him, and he swallowed, hoping the ninety minutes would go fast. “Is that okay?”

“Perfect,” the blue-sweater lady grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

“Okay, so ninety minutes, we’re not looking for perfection here, so don’t rush yourselves. Study the angles, take your time, and remember, anything you create is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as him,” the pink-glasses lady chortled, and Dean hoped the lighting didn’t show how red he felt. Y/N only smiled, glancing at the clock before instructing everyone to begin. No one said a word as the room filled with the sound of paper rustling and pencils being sharpened. He stayed as still as possible, feeling a little tense as they studied him.

After a while, Y/N began to walk around the room, checking on her student’s progress. Dean watched her, feeling a little proud of how encouraging she was, helping each individual identify their strengths in their creations. “Great shading, Geraldine,” she commented as she reached the lady with the pink glasses.

“I’m trying to keep everything in proportion,” the old lady murmured with a dirty smirk on her face as her gaze slid to Dean. “Out of curiosity, dear, do you ever cut yourself on that chiseled jaw?”

The ice broke and a quiet rumble of laughter went around the room, with Dean chuckling too. “It’s never been a problem before, darlin’,” he threw back, giving her a salacious wink. She clutching her chest, looking up at Y/N as the younger woman rolled her eyes with a smile.

“If I was fifty years younger,” Geraldine warned playfully, inspiring another round of giggles.

It didn’t seem so bad after that. Dean relaxed, enjoying some back and forth with the more chatty of the students. The time flew by, and when Y/N announced that class was ending, he was surprised to look at the clock and see it was nearly nine-thirty.

Each student packed up, and he took the opportunity to dress again behind the screen, emerging just as the last few ladies were lingering. Geraldine was among them, approaching him as soon as he appeared to shake his hand.

“You take care of our Y/N, you hear?” she instructed in a firm but friendly manner as she clasped his fingers in a strong grip. “She’s very dear to all of us, and you don’t want a dozen old ladies knockin’ down your door.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Trust me, I know how special my girl is.” His eyes met Y/N’s over Geraldine’s head and she smiled at him warmly. “It was nice to meet you, Geraldine.”

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” she sighed softly, another dirty smile on her lips, pulling her hands back and turning away. Dean was sure he was beet red, and he remained rooted to the spot until the door was closed and he was alone with his Omega.

She turned the lock, making sure the shutters were fully closed, then faced him with her back to the door. “You know,” she started, an amused tone to her voice, “I thought this was gonna be hard for you, being naked and having to stay still.” He waited, sensing she wasn’t done as she stalked towards him. “But it turns out,” she slowed to stop as she reached him, pressing her hands against his chest, then brought her whole body flush with his, “it’s really hard to watch you be naked for that long and not mount you.”

His eyebrows lifted, head dipping to brush the tip of his nose against hers. “Oh?”

“Geraldine’s right though,” she whispered, pushing up on tiptoes to press her lips to his in a brief chaste kiss that made him groan lightly. “You are beautiful.”

“Shut up,” he grunted, lifting his hand to cup her face as he kissed her properly, forcefully enough that he almost made her stumble back before he used his other hand to grab her ass. She arched against him, moaning into his mouth as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt and ground into him. “We’re not gonna get disturbed in here, right?”

“Nope,” she hummed, squeaking when he suddenly pushed her back against her desk. She grinned at him, perching herself on the desk and spreading her legs. “Do you really wanna wait until we get home?”

“Uh-uh,” he growled, on her again in the next second, claiming her mouth with hard, deep kisses that left her breathless and trembling. “Want you right now.” His hand dropped, fumbling with the fastening on her slacks, almost tangling himself up with her as she went for his. When she grew too impatient, she pushed him back a little, jumping down to remove her pants, easily slipping them off over her tennis shoes. Dean watched her as she shimmied out of her panties, one hand halfway through unbuckling his belt.

“You need a hand with that?” she teased, and he smirked, quickly unfastening his pants as he went for another kiss, helping her back up onto the desk. His pants dropped, coming to a stop mid-thigh as he spread his legs between hers, pinning her thighs apart. “Fuck, Dean -”

He groaned as he fisted his erection, swiping the blunt head through her folds. “All this for me?” he murmured. “You’re soaked, baby…”

“Quit teasing,” she gasped, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Want you inside me.”

It was a request he wasn’t going to deny, and he sank into her slowly, letting her feel every inch until he was buried deep. She moaned, seeking out another kiss as he held himself there, his hands wandering up underneath her shirt to grope at her tits. Despite her squirming, he didn’t even attempt to thrust, enjoying the feel of her channel getting slicker around him. His name left her lips in a tiny wail, and he grinned, pulling back to witness the lust-drunk look on her face.

“You said you wanted me inside you,” he murmured, “not that you wanted anything else.”

“Gah, you’re an ass,” she whimpered, pouting up at him. “Would you please fuck me?”

He smirked. “Since you asked so nicely.”

The desk squeaked under the force of his first thrust, and she grabbed hold of him, kissing him desperately as he slid his hands around her hips to hold her in place. Her knees lifted, ankles locking behind him, and he used the leverage to fuck into her harder. The desk squeaked again, then shifted, and he paused, giving her a worrying look.

“Get on the floor,” she hissed, pushing him back hard enough that he was forced to withdraw. Y/N hopped down, barely giving him a second to process the request through the fog of arousal before she pounced, pulling him down onto the ground and straddling him. Dean moaned as she rubbed her wet slit against him, feeling her hand wrap around him a second later to guide him back inside her.

She didn’t seem to care that they were in a public setting, though the room was two stories up and had no internal windows for anyone to catch sight of them. It wasn’t a worry that occupied his mind for long as she sat on top of him, rocking her hips in tiny circular motions to enjoy the feel of how deep he was. The sensation was pleasurable, not enough to make him cum, but she was easily getting herself off, something he was always happy to watch.

He groaned when she shuddered, her warm little hands splaying over his belly, pushing his shirt up so she could feel his skin. “Wanna feel your knot,” she whispered, running her hands up to his chest as she leaned down to kiss him.

“You’re gonna need to move a little more than that,” he grunted, gasping when she clenched around him. “That’s cheating.”

She giggled, sitting straight again, moving with a little more vigor. There was no bouncing on the cool hard floor of her classroom, instead, she rocked back and forth, and the pressure on his cock was almost dizzying. Her slick made his thighs slippery, and he felt the burgeoning tightness in his belly, giving him a warning that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“You sure you want me to knot you like this?” he panted, hands clutching at her hips.

She smiled and leaned over him, and the angle changed, allowing her to slide up and down his thick shaft without the risk of hurting herself on the tiles. “I want you to knot me like this,” she moaned, moving her lower body a little faster. Dean’s eyes almost crossed, and he tilted his head up, gripping her harder. A repetitive “fuck” left her lips as she kept going, and just when he thought he might crumble in on himself, she slammed down, taking every inch he had to give. His knot popped, and his orgasm washed over him, leaving him tense as she kept writhing on top of him, apparently intent on having him cum as deep as possible.

Every ounce of tension flowed out of him as he finally finished, and Y/N collapsed against his chest, almost purring her contentment. He chuckled, smoothing hair out of her eyes before running his hand down her back.

“I don’t know what I was expecting tonight,” he murmured, “but this pretty much beats out everything I imagined.”

“Hmmm,” she lifted her head, kissing him softly, “maybe I should have you model again sometime.”

Dean grinned. “I’m sure Geraldine would love that.”

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[missacidburn928]

Feeling extra gothic and spooky. Might mess around and finally work on this beauty.

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU 

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh. 

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. 

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

🐺

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[v3nusxsky]

Hello miss Mars, can u do this for me

Let's say lesso was turned into idk an animal by one of her students of course she gets turned back to normal but the only thing that didn't change was her strap she has ready for her professor gf reader.

(So do you know when animals F the males D gets swollen and big on the inside right)

First round was smooth(just c@mming), second round reader is riding lesso(by that readers legs are shaking, and a tear, squirting)

Third round it's alot more heated,(doggy style, reader keeps telling lesso faster) because of what happened earlier her strap had gotten swollen and big, stretching the living out of reader(which reader enjoys very much) which causes reader to c@m,squirt alot, and maybe a little pee leaving the sheet just wet. Leaving both reader and lesso breathless, shaking, and unable to speak. Lesso then pull out of her, pulling and stretching reader alittle more.

{Mommy kink and breeding kink}

(You don't have to but can we have alot of dialog, even the moaning and screaming...can this be long too?)

{Please do not rush with the stories or this one please we appreciate your work miss Mars have a nice day/night😊❤️⚘️}

Leo’s omega

*Authors note~ my first ever a/b/o omegaverse fic I'm absolutely in love with these kind of fics*

Trigger warnings~ Alpha Leo Omega r mommy kink breeding kink knot squirting rough sex heat rut praise degrading begging G!P lesso

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You loved when you got to assist in your girlfriends classses, it was always an experience. Most of the time after the lessons ended you were promptly leant over her desk and railed into a new universe. Only this time things happened more literally than normal.

Lesso had her class practicing curses, and you were intrigued with how well they'd progressed until Hort has a go. He decided to curse Leonora and yourself, so confident with his abilities that he would be able to turn you both back. Lesso threatened him with the doom room should he fail so the pressure was on. He did his curse, you and Leonora being transported into another universe, one where you felt the need to be with Leo, all the time. You noted that Leo seemed to be backing in that universe and extremely protective of you, her stance guarding you from the strangers here. Only then you were ripped back into your normal verse. Nothing went wrong to your knowledge until you felt it. That same need to be near her, and the scent was overwhelming. You felt your thighs drench with slick.

You and lesso were active but you'd never felt this before, you seemed to be triggering Leonora's senses as well, she immediately became territorial of you, the students now shaking with fear at her dominance. Hort admitted to sending you to the OmegaVerse, and before he fled the room he reminded Leonora of one think, you'd never be human again. A hybrid and it was clear to Lesso what stance you both took. The straining member in her pants replacing her strap as you stood an unmated Omega, her Alpha wanting to claim you as hers. No not want, needing to. Your scent sweet, too sweet. She needed you and that took forefront of her mind Hort could be dealt with later.

Both yourself and Leonora made your way to your room, the scent of your own items calming you slightly. But Leonora couldn't say the same, "fuck you're in heat" Leo whined seemingly knowing more about this than you, yet all you acted about was quenching this insatiable need. "Leo I need you so bad it hurts, want you to claim me make me yours need you." 

It was as if those words awoke her most carnal desires, her lips on yours instantly as she tore through your clothing. You weren't much better shredding her clothing in a instant, her scent driving you wild with need. You need her to rail you into next week and something foreign. Your thighs were absolutely covered in slick, "Leo? Why's so much?" You mumbled confused before your eyes found her erect cock and it seemed to be starting to swell at the base. "You're in heat my Omega" she growled which caused something to stir within you. Hers. But when you touched your scent gland there was no mark there. "Show me alpha."

There was no need for any foreplay with how your slick was dripping but lesso still wanted to shower your breasts with attention while she fucked you sense, her pace more brutal and fast than normal. Due to your heat, the scent of an alpha you were cumming within minutes. Once was not going to be enough for either of you. So lesso flipped on her back and guided you to straddle her cock. "Fuck mine, fuck want to breed your cunt and fill it with my pups, you will look so beautiful full of my pups" she growled her fingers gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as you bounced on her cock. Leonora wasn't going to stop until you came all over her while she tried to hold herself off wanting to pleasure you as much as she could before she let you have her knot. You came when she bit into your scent gland squirting all over her stomach, the stretch of her new appendage tearing you ever so slightly not that you cared, the state of euphoria you were in was unlike no other.

You didn't realise you were crying until you felt her tongue licking her mark clean, the little droplets of blood causing her to moan happily before she came to lick your tears. It was animalistic not that you cared, you needed more and you were in a state of being willing to do anything for it. "Leo, need  more, alpha please knot me, make me full of your pups, please alpha I need you" your whispered and whines of need caused Leonora's restraint to snap. You were quickly positioned on your hands and knees as she entered your cunt so easily, her hands massaging the oil gland on the small of your back which has a pleased whimper falling from you. Her pace ruthless as she hammered into you feeling the pressure at the base of her dick become overwhelming. “Faster alpha harder got more please Leo faster please!”

"Oh mommy! Want your knot. Give it to me alpha please make me take it" you all but screamed for her as she bit over her mark she'd previously made causing you to squirt as her knot slipped into you, bonding you both together, her spurts of white hot cum painting the walls of your fluttering cunt white. The knot to ensure some of the cum with catch with your womb and you'd be round and full of her pups. Your stomach had a slightly noticeable bulge as you both howled in delight, your inner desires met. The scent of your alpha easing you down from euphoria.

Only when her knot depleted did she remove her dick from you, your cunt gaping from such a large intrusion and the tear noticeable there, you couldn't help but whimper before burying your nose into her scent glad. The effect she had on you was addictive and all you wanted was for her to hold you surrounded by the softest blankets and pillows, the urge to create a nest for you both slightly overwhelmed you but your exhaustion won out as long as she was with you. You'd create a nest later when your heat died down until then you'd need Leonora, your alpha, to make it all better and fuck you into a euphoric bliss, you quickly realised the uncomfortable body temperature was a sign of heat but knowing she'd claimed you as hers helped. "I love you my Omega." Was the last thing you heard.

Word count~ 1337

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[holylulusworld]

Tear you down

Summary: Dean is not amused having you around.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 1 – Sunday, April 14 - Heat/Rut

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, heat/rut, enemies to lovers trope, nakedness, voyeurism, mentions of switching suppressants (not Dean)

Words: 600+

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He will tear you down. For messing with him. For taunting him. For triggering his rut.

Dean Winchester is on a hunt. He’s hunting a dangerous enemy. The evil hiding behind a friendly smile and boobs.

“I will kill her,” he all but growls while storming toward the dungeon. Dean and his brother found you in the middle of a fight with three alphas. You were about to rip their clothes off their bodies to forcefully mate them. “She triggered my fucking rut.”

The hunter cups his aching crotch. He’s walking around with a raging hard-on since he saw you throw punches at three strong and tall alphas.

The alpha couldn’t help but admire your graceful fighting style, even while you were out of your mind, you looked like you performed only for him.

“Dean, what are you…” Sam stops in his tracks. He can smell the rut on his brother, and backpaddles. The hunter is by all means not a coward, but his brother in a rut is more than dangerous. It’s a death sentence. Especially with an omega in heat around. “I knew it was a mistake to bring her here.”

“Stay out of my way,” Dean grits his teeth. He flexes his muscles and snarls in his brother’s direction. “I’ll get rid of that omega.”

“I can see that,” Sam follows the motion of Dean’s hand. The alpha cups his crotch and rubs himself through his pants. “I think your alpha has other plans for her. You need to go back to your room and leave Y/N alone. It’s not her fault that some douchebag she trusted switched her suppressants with vitamins.”

“What?” Dean cocks his head.

“Before she passed out,” Sam sighs, “Y/N told me about the hunter she teamed up with, and that he switched her suppressants. He wanted an obedient and needy omega around. You know, someone to knot when he feels the need.”

Dean can barely think straight with his rut clawing its way to the front, but he makes a mental note to kill the hunter if he ever meets him again. Today, he won’t be able to do so. Not with your scent driving up the walls, and the problem in his pants.

“I’ll take care of him later,” he growls the words. “Stay away from the dungeon, and her.” Dean gives his brother a warning snarl.

“DEAN!”

Sam can only watch his brother storm toward the dungeon.

He always tried to get you and Dean together. You’re a perfect match. He just doesn’t want you to mate while being in a rut and heat…

“OMEGA!” Dean pants heavily when he finally walks inside the dungeon. You refused to sleep in one of the rooms and made a makeshift bed on the ground. You’re currently rubbing your aching sex against one of his pillows, humping it for dear life. “FUCK!”

Dean’s eyes darken while watching you pleasure yourself, using one of his pillows. “Go away!” You snarl and move even faster. “I need…I want…”

He dips his head, only watching you hump the pillow. Dean smells your slick, and your sweet scent.

“Stop that!” He orders, using his alpha voice. You’re a strong-willed omega, but even you cannot fight his alpha order. Dean is your true mate, and his call is even stronger.

You stiffen and stop moving at all. Your head tilts on its own to reveal your untouched mating gland to the angry alpha.

He grits his teeth and snarls, but you can’t do anything about it.

Dean steps closer, his eyes trained on your mating gland. He hums in appreciation, but a cocky grin tugs on the corners of his lips. “If only I knew I could make you shut up using my alpha voice.”

Your eyes follow Dean’s every move. He smirks when you try to growl at him.

“What do we do about that behavior,” he purrs, and steps closer to run his fingertips over your exposed back. “I love your submissive behavior but…” Dean crouches down next to you to whisper in your ear. “I want you to unleash the beast, sweetheart. Let go…”

Tear you down (2)

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

All She Wants, Part One

Summary: As an Omega, Y/N’s biology dictates that she needs to be claimed and have pups. Despite seeing her through her heats for years, Dean – the Alpha Y/N wants to settle down with – refuses to give her what she needs.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: The quote: “Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work.” for @j3bingo which is highlighted in bold.

Warnings: omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, heats, smut (well… technically, it’s smangst and could be perceived as tw: dub-con), p in v, dirty talk, breeding kink, claiming kink, knotting, angst, Dean is a bit of an asshole, fighting, canon level violence, arguments.

Word Count: 3.5k

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“Fuck, Omega, you’re dripping all over my cock,” Dean growls as he slams into you again. This is the eighth fucking he’s given you in the past three days, and it’s sure to be over a dozen by the time his rut is over.

You and Dean have been doing this for years. Whenever he’s in a rut, you get him through it, and whenever you’re in heat, he’s repaid the favour. At first, it was easy; a means to an end. You knew each other, you trusted each other, there was an attraction between you, and it was less risky than disappearing off the face of the earth for five days with a stranger, especially when any alpha could claim you with or without your consent.

As time passed, you’d done what you promised never to do; you caught feelings. Once that happened, becoming emotionally bonded to Dean was no longer a choice, and in all ways but wearing his mark, you and the green-eyed hunter had mated.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy, baby girl. Can’t get enough of it,” Dean’s voice had deepened with his arousal, and you knew the alpha in him was slowly taking over.

You groan at his words. He’s always good with dirty talk and can turn you into a weak, whimpering mess with a single word.

“Mine.”

But it’s all talk. Dean has told you plenty of times that you could never be anything more. And the more years that passed, the harder that’s been to accept. Every month when your heat ended, you swore it was the last time. Your biology dictated your life, and if an alpha didn’t claim you and give you pups, you’d go feral and die.

Dean’s knot is beginning to swell; you can’t feel him as deep as he had been. He drapes himself over your sweat-slicked back to give himself better purchase to push and shove into you, desperate to get as deep as he’d been a few minutes ago. It’s a futile effort as he won’t get what he wants until his knot has slipped inside you, but being surrounded by him – his weight on top of you, breathing in his scent – is a euphoria you could never get enough of. It’s the reason you’ve always ended up under him.

“Alpha, please,” you beg pathetically. “Need your knot.”

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and take my knot, ‘mega?” Dean grunts in your ear, his knot beginning to catch at your entrance.

“Yes, Alpha!” You gasp as Dean’s hand wraps around your throat, pushing your head to the side and exposing your neck.

“Of course, you are, ‘mega. Always such a good girl for your Alpha,” Dean grunts, thrusting harder and harder, trying to force his knot inside your walls, but he can’t quite slip it into your tight, slightly tense channel. 

“Gonna fill you up so good, baby girl. Knot you and fill you. You want that, huh? Want my come? My pups? Want me to ruin this pretty little neck with my mark?” he grunts, teasing your delicate skin with his teeth.

You moan, feeling another bout of slick leaking from you at his words. It’s all you want, and you choke back the tears at the regret you feel about ever starting this vicious cycle; at the cruelness of him using what you so desperately want to loosen you up enough to take what he wants.

And you hate yourself because it works.

“Yeah, I know you do, Omega. You just gotta let me in. Let me in, and I’ll fill you so good, baby. There’s no way you won’t come out of this pregnant.” You try to remind yourself that it’s only words, and you’re on birth control anyway, so it’ll never happen, but you can’t help but wish there was truth in them. 

Dean lowers his head, and you shiver when his tongue licks over your mating gland and his teeth nip at your skin.

“Alpha!” You scream, finally reaching orgasm as his knot breeches you and locks your bodies together for the foreseeable future.

“That’s m’girl,” Dean growls as he grinds into you, the tip of his member kissing your cervix. He jerks his hips, shoving impossibly further inside you, and you whine at the pleasurable pain.

“No fucking pussy better than yours, ‘mega, and it’s all fucking mine,” Dean roars and you feel the heat of the first ropes of come hitting your quivering walls, sending you into a second orgasm.

Your elbows can no longer hold your weight, and you collapse onto the bed. You hate how Dean knows what buttons to push to get you to give him what he needs. You hate your body for falling for his words. And right now, as you experience a third orgasm that has you fighting between euphoria and disgust, you’re glad Dean hasn’t claimed you, and a chemical bond is non-existent, so he can’t feel the torment you’re currently going through.

You sigh as the waves of your climax roll away, and your body melts into the mattress. Behind you, Dean moans low and long as your relaxed body allows his knot to slip in deeper, and he empties everything he has into your womb.

Dean has never come so hard with you before, and you wonder if the claiming and breeding talk did it, or if it was because he’s never been so deep inside you before. Or if he, like you, is finding it harder to fight his instincts.

He carefully rolls you both onto your sides and wraps himself around you protectively, placing soft kisses across your back and shoulder. It’s the first sign that his rut is ending, and it doesn’t surprise you that it’s a day early, given how much of his come you can feel swirling in your belly.

The afterglow you’d been basking in is quickly overshadowed with dread because you know this is the last time this would happen. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Dean will never want more with you than what you have right now. He’ll never reciprocate your feelings for him, and you refuse to put yourself through it any longer.

“You okay, Y/N? Was I too rough?” Dean asks, pressing his lips to your spine, and you know for sure he’s out of his rut because he called you by name and not “Omega” or “Baby Girl”. And if using your name hadn’t given it away, then his concern for you would have.

“No,” you say quietly. You try to shift away from him, yelping from still being locked together tightly and stretched to almost unbearable pain. You want to cry, knowing you’ll likely remain that way for over an hour. At one time, that would’ve made you the happiest little omega on the planet, being tucked safely in your alpha’s arms, him locked in you so tightly, but right now, you just want to get away from him.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Dean soothes, running his hand up and down your side. “We’re gonna be here a while. It hasn’t been like that since my first rut, and I’m jammed in there pretty tight,” Dean chuckles. “Fuck, that felt good!”

You remain still and silent, not wanting to cause yourself any further pain, and grateful that if the tears you’re holding fall, you can blame it on the discomfort you feel.

“Uh, you know all that talk about claiming and pups was just that, right? Dirty talk?” Dean speaks, breaking the silence that had formed between you. “Because this life ain’t the place for weaknesses like mating bonds and pups.”

“I know.” It comes out in a whisper, but at least you didn’t burst into tears at the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dean.

“Good,” he states, pulling you further into his body and settling down to sleep.

Now all you need to do is wait until Dean’s knot deflates and he’s sleeping deeply. Then you can shower the stench of the alpha from your body and return to your room. Your space. Your haven. Your nest.

ONE MONTH LATER

The trouble with witches is that they’re more intelligent than most people give them credit for. And vindictive. They’re also the most vile monsters on the planet. Still, you can’t help but admire them. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud, but you can’t deny the genius of the one you’re hunting right now that’s had the three of you running around in five different states trying to catch her.

When your luck finally turns, and you find her hideout undetected—a hundred miles from the bunker, no less—the three of you get takeout and beer in the motel room, and form a plan to take the bitch down.

As the sun comes through the threadbare drapes, rousing you from the first restful night’s sleep you’ve had in weeks, you still feel tired and too hot. Trying to kick the duvet off your overheated body, you feel a solid block behind you and sigh. Sam and Dean had insisted you all share a room, knowing you’re all on the witch’s hit list and are safer in numbers until she’s dead, so you know it can only be Dean behind you.

Becoming more awake, you notice Dean nuzzling into your neck, his lips resting on your mating gland, and his calming, intoxicating scent surrounding you. This is the closest you’ve been to him since his rut a few weeks ago, making your stomach lurch.

Quietly slipping from the bed, you smile wistfully as the green-eyed alpha whines at your sudden absence. Dean has been looking at you strangely these past two weeks. You know that he knows you’re pulling away from him, but as always with the two of you, it’s gone unspoken. Dean never talks about his feelings, and the last time you did, well, let’s just say that’s when you knew you and Dean were a sinking ship.

Grabbing underwear, jeans, a vest top, and flannel from your duffel bag, you make your way into the bathroom, wanting for once to have a long, hot shower without it turning cold when soap suds are still in your hair because the boys have used it all up.

Fully dressed and towelling your hair, the first signs of this month’s heat make themselves known as your skin prickles and the twinges start in your lower belly. This will be the first heat you’ve endured without Dean in a long time, and you pray to Chuck or whoever the fuck is running things upstairs now, that you’re strong enough to handle it.

Taking two Tylenol for the impending cramps, and a suppressant to try to ease the other symptoms of heat, you brush the tangles from your wet hair and head over to the diner to get breakfast for yourself and the two alphas, the younger whose bed is now empty having gone out for his morning run, and the older who is still snoring, his nose buried into the pillow you’d slept on.

DEAN’S POV

Dean is pacing the motel room. Y/N’s scent is still strong in the air and tinged with the beginnings of her heat, a scent that always drives him fucking wild. Her damp towel hangs on the heated rail in the bathroom, so he knows she hasn’t been gone long, but he’s worried about her. Especially lately. And especially with a conniving witch bitch hellbent on vaporising them.

Y/N has been pulling away from him lately, and her sharp tongue has left him licking his wounds more than once. He’d been wracking his brain, going over their every interaction, trying to figure out what he’d done to piss her off. What hurt him the most was her obvious despair at having to share a bed with him last night.

He and Sam agreed the three of them would stay in one room until they’d killed the bitch. They were all on the witch’s radar, but if they stayed together, at least they had safety in numbers. When he gave the news to Y/N, she looked at him as if he’d kicked a puppy right in front of her, and that felt like a knife to his gut.

He’d even thought about saying she could sleep with Sam, but the very thought of that made him want to tear his younger brother’s throat out, so he had no choice but to grin and bear her cold shoulder and the cold bed.

Not able to make and take comfort in a nest for herself, Y/N had situated herself on the bed as far away from him as possible and contorted into the tiniest little ball she physically could, making it abundantly clear to him and Sam that she felt extremely vulnerable. Dean knew that hurt not only him but Sam too.

The sound of footsteps outside the room makes Dean grab the gun filled with witch-killing bullets from the dresser and point it at the door. He relaxes his stance and lowers the weapon when he recognises Sam’s shadow through the grimy motel room window.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Dean barks at his younger brother the second he walks through the door.

“Yeah, she’s sitting in the diner eating breakfast. I ran past her a couple of minutes ago,” Sam replied, stretching his calves and putting his earphones away.

“You talk to her?”

“No. I thought it best to give her some space. With the way things have been, and, you know, she’s on the verge of a heat and, uh, she hasn’t really been herself lately, and last night with the…” Sam sighed. “What happened between you two, Dean? Because that is not the happy Omega we know.”

“I wish I knew, Sammy. I really do, but I’m at a loss here.” Dean starts to pace again, in obvious distress and breathing deeply through flared nostrils.

“When was the last time things were okay between you?” Sam asked.

“My rut last month. But even then, the last time we, uh… you know… she was off.”

“Dean,” Sam’s jaw clenched, hoping he didn’t have to kick his brother’s ass for forcing himself on her.

“I knew she was distracted. Her head wasn’t in it, and I needed her so bad—” The dawning of realisation washed over the green-eyed alpha’s features, and he felt sick.

“What did you do, Dean?”

“I, uh, I fucked up. I had to get creative with some dirty talk to slick her up enough to get my knot in, and I… fuck!” Dean sits on the bed, places his head in his hands and pulls at his hair.

“Dean,” the younger alpha’s nostrils were also flaring now, but it was from anger as opposed to his brother’s distress.

“I played on what she wants. What she really wants, Sam. I’ve always been clear with her about what we have and never used any of what she… but that night, I told her I’d claim her and give her pups.” And just like that, everything makes perfect sense to Dean. Y/N is pushing him away because she desperately wants what he teased her with. “And then, as we lay there locked together, I told her it was just talk, and I could never give it to her.”

“Jesus, Dean! You’re telling me you used her by telling her you’d give her what she wanted, then you broke her heart by taking it all back, saying she could never have it so that you could knot her? That’s low, even for you!” Sam scoffs.

“I never said she couldn’t have it. I said I couldn’t give it to her. She’s leaving me, Sammy. It’s why she’s been pushing me away. Why she feels vulnerable around me now and wants her own space all the time.”

“Yeah, and you fucking deserve it!” Sam growls as he swings for Dean, clocking him in the jaw with an almighty crack. “She loves you, Dean! And you treat her like an omega whore you’ve paid to see you through a rut?” As the younger Winchester pulls his fist back and lands another punch, the door slams, making both men jump at the sudden movement.

“Enough!” Y/N’s voice verberates through the room. “What has gotten into you two?” The pack dynamic they’d forged for themselves had Y/N as the matriarch, and so her maternal tone had them shuffle their feet and look to the floor. “We have bigger problems to deal with right now, and you two fighting like a couple of juveniles will only give the witch the ammunition she needs to take us all down!”

“Sorry, Y/N,” both alphas mumble like a couple of scolded pups.

“I brought breakfast. Eat.” It’s an order that neither alpha dared disobey. They shuffle their way over to the small table, sitting down and eating silently while Y/N checks and rechecks their duffles for the witch hunt.

Y/N’S POV

Edging silently along the wall, gun in your hand, locked and loaded, you can hear a woman’s voice and Sam grunting, and realise you only have seconds to get this right. Taking a deep breath, you step into the room, and your eyes scan the surroundings.

Sam is against the wall, struggling against invisible restraints, and the witch speaks in Latin. Knowing that can only mean trouble, you raise the gun and take a second to get your aim right between the bitch’s eyes.

It’s a second too long, and she whips her hand to the right, your gun flying from your grip and landing across the room, as she continues her Latin chant as if you weren’t just trying to kill her.

You run at the first purple spark emitted from the witch’s palms, putting yourself between Sam and the witch without hesitation. You’d missed the first part of her curse, but you’d heard enough to know that the youngest Winchester could absolutely not be hit with it. You needed to get in front of it. You couldn’t let her ruin all three of your lives.

Closing your eyes, you wait for the curse to hit, but instead, a gunshot rings through the room, and everything goes silent. You don’t get hit by a gust of wind or an electric shock… just nothing.

Peeking an eye open, you see the witch lying on the ground, blood pouring beneath her and Dean glaring at you expectantly, his nostrils flared in anger. Not wanting to deal with him right now, you rush over to Sam, scanning over him and checking he’s okay.

“Sam! Are you hurt?” you ask as you crouch beside him and scan his body for visible injuries.

“No, just winded. I’ll be fine. Are you alright?” Sam touches your forearm to stop you from fussing about him.

“She’s a hell of a lot better than she coulda been!” Dean yells across the room. “What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N, huh? Throwing yourself in front of a witch like that, you coulda been killed!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Dean. I’m—” Dean cuts off your response, marching towards you with his index finger pointing at you.

“I swear, if you say ‘I’m fine,’ so help me!” Dean only stops when he’s toe-to-toe with you, and he puffs his chest and rears his shoulders back, trying to intimidate you. Trying to make you submit to him.

“I am fine, Dean. The curse mentioned a brother, so it wouldn’t have affected me anyway,” you argue back.

“It could’ve killed you for all we know!”

“Dean, you need to calm down,” you implore.

“And you, Omega,” Dean says, his voice low and full of alpha authority and his finger dangerously close to your face, “need to start following my orders and stop purposely disobeying me because of some stupid tantrum you’re throwing! Go wait in the car.”

You do the worst possible thing you could do right now and laugh, before turning and walking away from him. You won’t let anyone speak to you like that, and you definitely won’t let Dean, either.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?… Don’t you dare walk away from me, Omega!” You can smell his pheromones from where you are and know that not only is it in pure anger, but because he’s extra on edge having being able to smell your heat and is starting to get antsy.

“Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work. You haven’t claimed me, Dean. I am not your omega. You made it very clear that I’m only good enough to be your rut bunny, and you know what? I’m done with that, so stay the hell away from me!”

“Y/N!”

Once again, you completely ignore him and keep walking. It’s hard because your body screams for him, but you won’t let him use you. Not anymore. Never again.

“Omega!” he roars again, and you walk out the door, slamming it behind you.

Screw waiting in the Impala. You’ll make your own way back, grab your bag, and go to another motel for the night. It was going to be a long enough car ride back to the bunker tomorrow, you needed some space—for everyone’s sake.

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Moonlight & Fang Masterlist

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU

Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls. A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch. When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

Word Count: 21k

Warnings: 18+ Only

Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Blood and Violence, Werewolves, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Alpha/Omega, Morally Ambiguous Character, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Fluff

Chapters:

Little Red

The Orphan

The Hunter

The Blacksmith

The Rogue

The Forgotten Prince

Balance

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The Family (1/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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Sam and Jess came back home as soon as they finished school, even skipping graduation, and you couldn't be happier to welcome them back.

You had done a few changes to the house since they had left. There was now a bed that could fit all of you in the master bedroom, and you set another room as an extra room when any of you needed privacy, and you had finished your baby's nursery. She didn't have a name yet - you liked the idea of letting Sam and Jess suggest names too, considering you were a pack and they would also be her parents, even if they weren't there to produce her.

Finally, finally, they were home and your family was complete.

The boys were off to deal with Sam's new university, where he would be continuing with his studies, but Jess had taken another road.

Oh, and she was also pregnant now. Your babies would be four months apart!

She still wasn't showing but was very proud of her belly anyway, showing it off, taking pictures every week and looping you into taking them with her with your weeks on the board and 'baby girl' and 'baby baby' under them.

You had to say, pregnancy suited her very well.

Your Omega was glowing and you could see how much happier she was now and it made you even happier that she was here with you.

"Oh, here," she pulled your hand, placing it on her 7 weeks belly.

You tried not to giggle at her enthusiasm.

It was impossible to notice anything about her pregnancy. Sometimes, she would feel things and try to make you or the boys feel it, and you had to stop Dean from telling her it was just gas.

But you didn't mind, because it was adorable!

While you were excited about your daughter, you were also very ready for her to come out already, though you were a bit far from that.

Your belly had begun to actually get big, and now you couldn't see your feet, and they were starting to swell.

Also, you were craving a few things to the point of them being the only thing you were able to think about sometimes!

Some nights you had to wake Dean up to ask him for some stuff, like peanut butter with ice cream, cucumber with jelly, his cum - and Sam's - on chocolate...

Cravings.

And you couldn't stop thinking of Jess' pussy.

Right at this moment.

As she spoke to you about whatever thing she was thinking about.

"Are you alright?" she asked, taking your focus to her voice. "Do you want some more cucumber with jelly?"

"Actually..." you bit your lower lip. "I'm craving something else right now."

You never thought you'd experiment with women before Joss, but she was one of the most beautiful Omegas you had ever seen and you wanted her even before you were mated.

"Oh, what is it?" she asked.

You took her hand, pulling her closer.

"Your pussy," you moved your nose over hers. "Can I have it, Jess? Can I eat your pussy?"

She licked her lips, eyes twinkling at the thought.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You and Dean haven't mated in a while..."

It was true. Normally you two fucked like rabbits, but you were going through a very tired phase to go through being fucked and Dean understood that.

Mostly, you sucked his cock and used your hands on one another, and that was it.

"I am," you told her. "Please, Jess? I need it."

Jess nodded with her cheeks flushed, kissing you sweetly, but it quickly shifted into something passionate, and arched her body to yours when moved your hands to caress her beautiful tits, and pulled away from you slowly before you took it off.

"Let me give you a little show, Omega," she pulled back.

She teased you a little, taking off her shirt over her head, and massaging her tits a little bit as you licked your lips, eager to have them in your mouth.

Your Omega turned around to you, showing her ass in her itsy bitsy little shorts, buried between her ass cheeks at the end of her very long legs, and you just wanted to throw her on the couch just like that and fucking devour her.

Your pussy was already wet when she slid the piece off, stepping away from them and standing in your living room in just a little thong.

"Fucking tease," you whispered, licking your lips.

She giggled, playing with it with her fingers.

"You want me to take it off, Omega?" she teased you.

You nodded, and she pouted.

"Say please?"  Jess teased you.

Oh, how silly.

As if you were going to be bossed around by a younger Omega.

You stood up, pulling Jess and laying her down, half throwing but still making sure to be careful.

"I don't say please," you raised her ass.

Jess whined, sticking her ass out obediently, and you licked her over her panties, already seeing a little bit of her wetness sipping through them.

"Silly little Omega," you held her ass cheeks open.

You licked and licked her clit over the fabric until she was squirming and whining under you.

"Omega," she panted. "Please."

If you were Dean, you would have ripped off that silly thong and would give her a good spanking on her ass and her pussy.

Well... you could, couldn't you?

"Did Sam learn how to spank your pussy, Omega?" you asked her.

You tried ripping her panties, but struggled, and huffed to yourself.

How did Dean do that?

"No," she whined, looking back at you. "Sam is too afraid of hurting me."

You scoffed.

Silly Sam.

You pulled her panties down, watching with a pleased smirk when her wetness followed it with a long, stretched droplet.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

You shifted her position, making her lay across your lap, thankful for the long space to stretch your legs so she would have where to lay on without your belly bothering her.

"Let's fix that, uh?" you decided.

You slapped her ass a couple of times, twice on each side, warming your hands up.

She gasped and whined as you did, her sweet ass making a perfect jiggle with each slap. Such a cute little college student, perfect little Omega.

"Omega," she moaned.

You hummed to her.

"Yes, sweet Omega?"

Jess wiggled her ass, as if that would tempt you into forgetting what you were doing now.

"Please," she whimpered. "Omega? Eat my pussy?"

You hummed a little, still slapping her ass.

"I don't know," you considered slowly. "You did tease me, Jess... I don't know if you deserve it."

She whined.

"But you said you-"

Before she could finish, you silenced her up with a slap on her pussy.

Jess cried out, shocked, and you were happy to find her so wet she made your hand all wet.

"Behave, little Omega," you slapped her again.

So that was why Dean liked this so much.

To shut up a silly, noisy Omega brat made you feel almost as much pleasure as being slapped yourself.

She cried as you found your rhythm, slapping her entrance and then her clit, til you were just slapping and slapping her.

You only stopped when your hand was all messy, finally satisfied, and made her lay on her back again, spreading her legs and licking her hungrily.

She came quickly after you set your lips on her, and you chuckled.

"What a messy little Omega," you teased, pushing two fingers into her. "So eager you barely needed any touch to cum."

Jess whined, and you just moved down to her, kissing and licking her cunt, eating her out hungrily, and moaned when you felt your tits ache and leak onto the couch.

Fuck, you hadn't even realised you were so horny.

You didn't stop licking and eating her out even after she came. Actually, you pined her down and focused on pleasing her even more.

During your first time, Dean had stopped you from making her cum so many times she got stupid and silly, but you were all alone now, and there was no Alpha around to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your Omega.

"Omega!" she cried, shaking under you. "Y/N!"

You held her, not letting her go from under you, and sucked onto her clit as you fucked her with two fingers, curling your fingers against her g-spot.

You'd make her cum until she didn't know anything but you, until she didn't need anything but you.

Jess's pussy squeezed your fingers when you pushed a third one inside - she was used to taking Sam's big cock, you knew she liked feeling full - and you focused a bit more on her sweet spot, looking to make her squirt.

"Y/N!" she cried. "Please, it's too much."

You clicked your tongue.

"But you can still form phrases, Omega," you reminded her. "I don't think it is enough."

Jess whined, desperate, and you held her close to you with your free arm.

You giggled, elated, when she moaned out loudly, her pussy squeezing your fingers tight as she finally squirted, wetting your whole face with her delicious slick.

You pulled away, sucking your fingers clean, giving her a minute, and turned her to lay with her belly up, drooling when you realised her tits were leaking all over.

"Oh, baby," you cooed. "Why didn't you tell me your milky tits were dripping?"

Jess looked down, seeming all dazed, unaware by her own biological reaction

So your hunch was right. Jess was just like you...

The Winchester did have a type, after all.

You latched onto her breast, sucking as you pushed your fingers into her cunt again, sucking her sweet, sweet milk, as you continued with your goal of making her just a silly little puddle of Omega slick.

She came beautifully under you, arching her hips to your hand, moaning so loud you knew she would be heard outside.

"Please, Omega," she begged. "Want your milk, please. I need your milk."

Oh, your poor Omega. You weren't the only hungry one, after all.

You moved up, putting a breast onto her lips and moaned when she started sucking down on you but focused on keeping fucking and playing with her with the hand you had on her pussy.

Jess' didn't pull away to moan when you felt her squeezing you again, her orgasm much quicker and much easier to pull from her now.

"My poor little Omega," you moaned. "So hungry for my milk, baby..."

Her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was just taking and taking everything from you, like a good Omega.

You didn't even notice she was moving to touch you until she did, and moaned when her slender fingers started playing with you, and couldn't hold back a loud cry.

"Fuck, Jess," you moaned.

She opened her eyes, pupils wide as she started fingering you and rubbing your clit with the heel of her hand.

Your eyes closed and you almost lost focus.

Fuck, you were so horny, so wet.

She pulled you up to her body, and you were quick to position yourself between your legs, rubbing your pussy on hers and moaning at how good, how sweet it felt.

You didn't stop when she came under you, too warm now, looking for your own pleasure.

"'mega," Jess cried under you. "Y/n!"

You reached down, pinching her tits and her nipples, and she cried out again, cumming one more time.

Before you could reach your own pleasure, though, a voice rose right behind you.

"My, my," Dean gasped. "What do we have here?"

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A perfect match?

Series Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 5: Why don’t you care for me?

Summary: Y/N is very upset about Deans words and now tries to be better for him.

Chapter warning: ABO Dynamics, fluff

Word count: 1.5k

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After Y/N took a shower and cried some more, she finally felt more comfortable. She put on the flannel Dean had brought her and shut him out, his thoughts and feelings. The only thing that mattered to her right now was adjusting to the new setting, to this new life with an Alpha that didn’t care about her. The thought of it pinched her heart and made her sad once again but she bottled her feelings up and dried her hair.

Right now she was very happy that she had a normal childhood and her parents did not raise her like other Omega’s would have been brought up. This was very beneficial to her because it did not take her too long to adjust to life. Life in the Omega facility was like living in the 1950s, the mindset, the technology - everything basically. Y/N was determined to prove to Dean that she was worthy of being his Omega, that she could care for him, be there for him and provide for him.

After stepping out of the bathroom, the other tall man was in the room as well. His name seemed to be Sam, at least that’s what she thought. “Hi, I’m Sam.”, he said, smiling and bringing her in for a hug. Dean growled in the background. “I’m Y/N”, you answered. “I brought you some food from the Diner down the road, I didn’t know what you might like and how hungry you would be, so I just brought a little bit of everything”, Sam said once again and gave you a plate, sitting down at the small table at the other side of the room. You looked at Dean, then took a plate and loaded it up with food, sitting down next to Sam at the table, only to be followed shortly by Dean. “We need to talk”, he said into your ear. The three of you ate and talked. You really liked to see how relaxed Dean was with Sam around, how happy he looked but mostly you like to hear him laugh. It was really deep and his eyes lit up, sparkling. Y/N really wished he would look at her like this but anytime his glance crossed her his mood darkened.

After the three of them finished eating, Y/N immediately got up and started cleaning the table. Sammy excused himself to give the two of them some space. “Listen, Y/N”, Dean says as soon as Sam left. “I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. I’m really sorry if I did. But you have to understand that my life is really dangerous. This is not a bad excuse, since I’m already feeling so much for you. I admire you, I adore you and I am just feared for your well-being because your so dear to my heart..” Y/N looks at him, feeling something inside her stomach, not quite certain how to feel. She just nods and then feels him coming up behind her. Dean wrapped his arms around her back, burying his head in her hair and started sniffing. Y/N just stopped moving all together: “Are you crying?” Dean tried to chuckle but she turned around and wiped the tears from his face, trying to calm him down. The emotions she felt just by seeing her Alpha cry nearly knocked her to the ground. On one hand she was still very upset with what he had told her earlier but on the other hand she felt something deeper, like a deep connection between the two of them. “We will figure this out together, okay Alpha?”, she looked up into his forest green eyes and put her hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to look into her Y/E/C eyes. Anytime they looked into each others eyes Y/N felt as if all the air was sucked from her lungs, she felt helpless and love struck. The two of them stood there, embracing each other for a while, taking in each others scent. Y/N could hear Deans rapid heart beat slowing, she intertwined her hands behind his neck and he kept brushing over her hair. “Please give me another chance, love”, he whispered, “I want to be good at this.”

Y/N took a step back, once again looking into his eyes: “We have to make this work.” Dean just nodded, grabbing the keys for his car “Baby”: “Let’s get you something to wear and a normal shampoo, so you don’t smell like me.”

He took her hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed it softly, then leading her outside of the door and towards his car. On the way to the Meyers the new couple talked a lot, Dean even made Y/N laugh a couple of times. “Listen”, he says. Y/N looked up at him through her eye lashes. “You need to get a tattoo. It’s really important for your safety. And you need to apply for a new ID and pick out a ring, sweetheart…” All Dean said didn’t make a lot of sense in Y/N head and he must have figured from the way she looked at him. “Please just do as I say, get the tattoos and I will explain as soon as we’re back.”

Y/N just nodded and they made their way into the mall, holding hands, first going to a tattoo shop. “Hey buddy”, Dean said to the tattooed guy behind the counter. He nodded, symbolizing Dean to keep on talking. Dean swallowed and the said: “My wife wants to get a tattoo. The same one as me.” He pulled the collar of his shirt down and showed the guy the tattoo he had on his left chest, shortly underneath his collar bone. It was a circle with a five edged star inside. The outside looked like a sun. But what left Y/N even more confused was the term “wife”, looking up at him obviously confused. “Well, if she can tell me what she wants, she will be able to get the tattoo”, said the guy behind the counter. Y/N came closer to Dean and before being able to say a thing Dean growled: “Listen, Beta, you better do as I say. This is my Omega and I get to decide what happens with her body.” The guy behind the counter just swallowed and let you pass through to the back where you sat down on a tattoo chair. You opened Deans flannel and about two hours later you had the same tattoo as Dean underneath your left collar bone. After paying, Dean gave you no time to ask questions and dragged you into a jewelry store.

After looking at different necklaces and ring, you went back to Dean who waited on a sofa, reading a magazine. You sat down next to him: “What do you want me to do here?”

“I want you to pick out two rings, gold suits me best. And a necklace if you want to”, he answered without looking up. “Why?”, was the following answer. “Because we are legally married now. Claiming in the state of Texas is the same as getting married. If I hadn’t nearly died two days ago I would have picked a ring myself but maybe you would like to choose them.”, he said, offering a shy smile. Nodding, Y/N went back into the shop and looked around more carefully. Dean followed shortly, looking at the rings his Omega had picked. Two gold bands, very simple. His was thicker and hers had some small shining stones in it, looking very delicate. He also noticed her looking at a necklace more closely. It was very fine and small, a golden choker with a letter, a W - it would look fine around her neck. He came closer and whispered in her ear: “Why the W?” “For Winchester, I thought?”, she said with a low voice. Dean smiled and took all of the things up front to the register.

Dean then ordered her to push her Y/H/C hair to the side to put the necklace around her neck. The fine golden “W” laid right in between her collarbones at the crock of her neck. He then took her left hand in his, slowly pushing the ring onto her finger whilst looking deep into her eyes. “This is a promise, Y/N. I just need to learn how to be good at this.”, he whispered. Afterwards Y/N put her ring onto his left ring finger, just smiling up at him. Still not allowing Dean into her thoughts and feelings again but Y/N thought they got a little closer.

Afterwards Dean pulled her in for a quick kiss and she melted in his touch.

Then they resumed to some other stores, picking up essentials, like shampoo and clothing, as well as some boots for her.

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Burnin' Up

Summary: You're an unmated Omega mother with a son, Lucas, who moves into the open house next to Dean, an unmated Alpha. When your heat hits and doesn’t get better, Lucas goes to Dean for help.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Words: 4,017

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, heat, knotting, maybe fluff?, poorly written smut. (please be nice, I don't know what I'm doing)

(Gif is not mine)

“We’re here!” You laugh excitedly as you pull the old truck you got from your dad to a stop at the curb in front of your new home. Turning it off you glanced at your son who looked less than impressed as he pulled his headphones from his ears as he blinked at the house. 

“Awesome.” He said looking over at you with a weak smile.

“Oh don’t be like that!” You said gently slapping his arm before you reached into the back seat to grab your purse and opened the car door stepping out into the street. Moving around the u-haul trailer attached to your truck you stood on the sidewalk grinning up at the old house that will hold your’s and your son's future. “Well what do you think? Mom did pretty good right?”

Having stepped out onto the sidewalk with his hands in his hoodie your twelve year old looked up at the run down house. Kicking his feet as he moved so he was standing next to you, he sighed. “Yeah it’s great Mom.”

“At least see the inside of the house and give it a chance before you decide to hate it.” You said with puppy dog eyes at him. “I bought this with my own money. I’m proud of that! A little paint and some fixing up here and there and she’ll be the best house on the block.”

“I just don’t see why we had to move out here. Grams and Pops said they would let us stay for as long as we wanted. It’s better than being in the middle of nowhere Kansas.”

“And deal with my mother trying to set me up with every available Alpha in town? No thank you. This is a new start for us.” You frowned, holding out a key and your purse for him to grab. In a mocking snobbish tone you turned to him. “Who's going to want an unmated Omega with a pup? Hmm?”

Laughing at the bad impression of his grandma he grabbed the items from you and headed towards the house to open up so you could start unpacking. 

“Nobody, that's who.” You muttered under your breath as you unlocked the trailer and started to pull boxes from the back of it, placing them on the sidewalk so your son could grab them. “Lucas, you can explore later! Come grab your boxes!”

“You must be the new neighbor?” A deep voice called out to you, making you turn around. Two very tall, very attractive, very Alpha looking men in flannels walked up to you making you brush your hands on your jeans as you nodded. A light breeze pushed an amazing smell towards you. It smelled like pine, leather, and gunpowder. It was intoxicating.

"Yeah! That's us!" You smiled, shaking your head out of your daze, never having been a shy Omega you held out your hand for a shake. You felt a pulling in your chest but you couldn't place what it was. "I'm Y/N."

"I'm Dean," The shorter of the two said, shaking your hand and a tingle went through you. After a beat he pointed over his shoulder at the taller one, his eyes, his green apple eyes, never leaving you. "This is my brother Sam. I live next door. He lives down the street with his Omega Eileen."

Sam waved with a smile. "You need help getting everything inside?"

"We can handle it." Lucas said coming down the yard and standing in front of you eyeing both of the Alphas up and down. You were positive this kid would be an Alpha when he presented in a few years.

"I'm sorry, this is my son Lucas." You smiled, putting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing them up and down his arms. "Luc, this is Dean and Sam, some of our neighbors."

"Hey kid." Dean said with a grin. 

The little Alpha sized up the two others puffing out his chest and squaring his shoulders a bit as he did. “Hi.”

The two men looked at him with impressed expressions. Pretty ballsy for such a little Alpha to stand up two bigger Alphas. 

“Okay, Luc,” You said, looking between them trying to break the tension. “Grab your boxes please and take them inside. I would love the help, thank you.”

Grumbling Lucas grabbed his box and headed into the house. 

“I’m sorry about him. He’s protective.” 

Dean and Sam shrugged it off as they came closer, the pulling sensation getting harder, and picked up boxes in their hands. “Don’t worry about it. I was the same way with our Mom.”

“Happens all the time.” Sam laughed as he followed Lucas inside. 

“Just put them anywhere I’ll figure it out later.” You laughed as you continued to unpack the trailer.

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Two hours later the trailer was empty and everything you and Lucas owned was in the house. Sam and Dean helped arrange the living room furniture like you wanted it and with a sigh and a smile you nodded hands on your hips. “Thank you so much guys!”

“No problem,” Dean grinned, dusting his hands off. 

“Glad we can help.” Sam smiled as he looked at his watch. “I gotta go, Eileen’s going to be home from work soon. It was nice meeting you Y/N, Lucas.” 

“See ya later Sammy.” Dean said, waving to his brother as he walked out the door. “We’ll watch the game on Sunday, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sam called back with a wave. 

“Mom, I'm hungry.” Lucas sighed as he came out of his room looking at his phone. 

“I was going to get pizza after I dropped the trailer off.” You said looking at your son and then at Dean. “Care to join us? It’s the least I can do with you helping us move in and all.”

“Uh, sure.” Dean said laughing scratching the back of his neck. “Never turn down free food.”

“Why don’t you two get cleaned up and relax for a bit and I will be back in an hour or so with the pizza.” 

“I’ll come with you. Some people around here are pretty old fashioned and don’t really acknowledge Omega’s without Alphas. I don’t want anyone to be rude to you on your first day in town.”

“Why can’t you just call in the pizza?” Lucas said looking between you and Dean, his protective nature coming back into play.

Smiling, you walked over to Lucas and kissed his forehead before grabbing your purse from the coffee table secretly pleased that Dean offered to come with. You felt that pulling again. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be back soon and we can eat. You want to come with or stay here?”

“I’ll stay here. Don’t forget pepperoni with jala-”

“With jalapenos, I know. Lock the door behind us.” Gesturing to the door you smiled at Dean. “After you.”

Together the two of you left the house and you stopped to listen for the door to lock but it didn’t happen. “I mean it pup, lock the door!”

The locked slide into place with an audible groan. Shaking your head you rolled your eyes and walked down the little step towards Dean who was waiting at your truck. “Boys.”

“He always like that?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you unlocked the truck and got in. “Been like that since he could walk. He’s smart, but he’s stubborn.” Turning on the truck you mumbled under your breath. “Just like his dad.”

Dean looked over at you as you pulled away from the house. “Where is his dad if you don’t mind me asking? We don't see many single Omegas with pups around here.”

Scrunching up your nose you sighed as you drove. “He was a knot and walk kinda guy.”

“Ah, so a deadbeat Alpha.” 

“Pretty much yeah.”

“Is that why you moved out here?”

“No. I wanted a place of my own with Lucas away from my family and their annoying pack dynamic bullshit. I also just thought we needed a change of scenery in general. Small town life doesn’t seem so bad.” You shrugged, smiling at Dean.

Dean smiled back at you as you pulled up into the u-haul parking lot a few blocks over from your new home. He realized he loved your smile. All day all he wanted to do was get you to smile, make you laugh, make you moan his name.  Closing his eyes he bit his lip trying so hard to keep his cool. He felt like a pup again ready to pop a knot at a stiff breeze. It was easier to handle before you were in a small space together but now all he wanted was to listen to this pulling and touch you. 

“Let’s get this shit show on the road.” You said as you got out which knocked him out of his thought process.

Once you were out of the car Dean took a deep breath to try to calm himself but all he got was a good whiff of your scent. You smelled like apple pie, old whiskey, and some kind of flower he couldn't place. Wiping his hand down his face he groaned. You were definitely going to be a problem for him.

===

6 months later

You had grown closer to the handsome Alpha next door. He helped you and Lucas any chance he got, coming over for dinners, coffee, just to talk, he had worked on your truck when it died on you last week and he even helped you paint and fix up things in your home so it looked almost like new now. 

Lucas seemed to have warmed up to the Winchester boys. He wasn't so defensive or protective around them anymore. He really seemed to bond with Dean and there were days you would come home from work to find them throwing a football in the yard. It was great to see him so happy with an Alpha there to teach him things.

Sam and Eileen also became some of your best friends. The five of you would have bbqs on the weekends just to hang out and Sam even helped Lucas with homework when he had questions. Overall life was nice and easy for you here. You felt like things were going to be okay.

“Fuck.” A cramp rolled through you making you bend at your waist holding onto your truck. You muttered to yourself as you took a deep breath and stood back up. The suppressants you’ve been taking weren't working anymore. Pushing off your car you headed towards your home not wanting to be out in public when your heat hit you like a ton of bricks.

“You okay there Y/N?”

Looking up over your shoulder you saw Dean standing on his driveway wiping his hands on a rag, looks like he has been working on his car, but now his attention is on you. He could probably smell your heat on you. His eyes looked just slightly darker even from this distance.

Waving you nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.”

“If you need help tonight,” Dean said, getting closer. You had helped him with a rut recently and he was all too happy to return the favor. “You know where to find me.”

“I do. Thank you,” You groaned as you clutched your stomach as he got closer, the breeze throwing his scent at you making slick start to wet your panties. “But I got this.”

It was so hard to fight the need for him, his strong Alphas cent calling to you. That pulling demanded his attention. But you couldn’t bring an alpha into the house right now, not when Lucas was home. You didn’t want him to hear you getting knotted over and over. You couldn’t do that to your pup. Your hands shook as you made your way into your house holding the door for dear life as it swung open and you closed it, locking it tight behind you.

“Lucas,” You whined as you slid down the door. 

“Mom?” Lucas ran into the room from the kitchen table where he was doing his homework. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“My suppressants aren’t working. Can you get me some pain pills please?” You cried, grabbing your stomach as heat burned through you. “I’m going to my room.”

Helping you stand, Lucas walked you into your room letting you crawl onto the bed before he took the heeled boots off your feet and ran into the bathroom to get your pain meds and a glass of water from the tap. “Here Mom.”

“Thank you pup.” You grabbed the pills and the glass and downed the little tablets with the water before putting the cup on your nightstand. Laying back on the pillows you curled into a ball holding your hand out for Lucas to come closer. Placing your hand on his cheek you looked him in the eyes. “It’s going to be hard for a few days. If you need help with anything ask Dean okay?”

Nodding, Lucas looked at you with a worried gaze. “Should I get Dean now? He’s an Alpha. He can help you.”

“No, no baby.” Shaking your head you took a deep breath. “I can handle this. Just be careful okay? Do not open the door for anyone but Dean or Sam.”

“Okay,” Lucas said, biting his lip. “Is there anything I can do?”

Shaking your head you cringed as another cramp hit you. You had to be strong for your pup until he was out of the room then you could break down. “No. I’ll be okay. Just leave me be for a few days okay?”

Kissing your heated cheek Lucas backed away from you as you cramped again and once he was out in the hall he closed the door leaving you to deal with your heat alone.

===

It's been a full two days and your heat hasn't settled. You buried your face into your pillow letting out a groan of pain. You were burning up, slick coated your thighs as the toy you were using lay useless between your legs. You had shed your clothes days ago only covering yourself when Lucas came in to give you water or try to get you to eat but you sent him away quickly. You didn't want your son to see you like this. Breathing felt difficult and your head was swimming from the fever.

A knock on your door made you groan as you pulled the covers over you. “I’m okay Luc. Just go away please.”

“It’s not Lucas.” The deep voice called back as the door opened a crack and the scent of Alpha pushed through your cloudy mind. "Fuck Omega I could smell you from the driveway."

Moaning in pain you curled in on yourself as you closed your eyes. “Fuck. You shouldn’t be here Dean.”

“Lucas came to get me,” He groaned, coming in and closing the door behind him toeing off his boots and socks. “He’s worried about you. Says your heat isn’t going away. I'm worried too. Let me help you, Omega.”

"No, I'm okay." You said, shaking your head. "I can get through this on my own. Dean please. Just leave."

"But you're not okay." Dean growled. "You helped me with my rut. Let me help you with your heat."

Biting your lip you stared at him through lidded eyes for a moment, after a pain filled beat you nodded reaching out for him. “Okay Alpha, please I need you. Need your knot.”

“I’m here ‘mega,” He said, striding over to your bed and pushing your hair out of your face. “You’re burnin’ up. Gotta cool you down.”

“Please it hurts,” You whined, shaking your head, pulling at his shirt and closing your eyes tightly. “Fuck me, Dean.”

“I gotcha,” He said, pulling his shirt over his head before unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down his boxers with them. “Gonna take good care of ya.”

Your heated hand ran down his chest and he hissed at the burning feel of it as he pulled the blanket away from your body. Grabbing your discarded toy he tossed it on the floor. The smell of your heat and the slick on your thighs made him harder than he’s ever been. Running his hands down your thighs, your back arched at his touch as he placed his thumb on your clit and started to move in slow circles. Speeding up as you cried for more. 

"So wet for me." He said removing his thumb from your nub too pushed two into your pussy curling them against your walls searching for your g-spot as he thrusts in and out of you slick going everywhere as he moves. "Such a sloppy little Omega."

"Dean, Alpha!" You cried, throwing your head back onto your pillows. Your toy never even came close to making you feel this good. You cried out as he brought you to a quick orgasm with his fingers. White flashing behind your eyelids for a moment. Breathing hard you looked up at him with a small smile. 

"That's it, Y/N. Good girl. Such a good little Omega." He said as continued to thrust his fingers letting you ride that high before slowly bringing you back. 

"Alpha, please, need your knot. Need you." His fingers were amazing but you needed his cock.

"You're gonna get my knot, don't worry beautiful." You whined at the empty feeling as he pulled his hand from you. You watched as he slipped his two fingers into his mouth sucking the slick and taste of you off them making you groan loudly at the sight. "You taste so good, baby. Gonna make you feel better. Present Omega." 

Eagerly, you rolled onto your stomach lifting yourself up on shaky limbs and looked over your shoulder at him. He was stroking himself as he settled onto the bed behind you. "Fuck me. Please Alpha."

"Impatient little thing." He growled, slapping his hand on your ass, making you cry out in pleasure pain as he placed his cock at your entrance. Time for play was over he needed to give you a knot and then into a cool bath to get that fever down. Grabbed your hips as he thrust into you harshly, his hips pistoning against you as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. 

"Oh god Alpha!" You cried, your arms giving out as your chest landed on your bed. You clenched around him tightly as he moved at a bruising pace. The coil in your stomach tightening again as you moaned into the mattress. 

"I gotcha Omega. God you feel so good on my cock. So tight." Dean said, leaning over you and kissing your back, his hips never faltering from his brutal thrusts. He was so wound up from just the smell of your heat and the noises you made he already felt his knot start to swell. He wasn't going to last very long this round. The feel of it catching on your entrance made you both moan in pleasure. Reaching his hand around you his fingers found your clit and started to rub you quickly. "Want you to come with me 'mega."

"Fuck, Alpha!" You cried into the mattress as you clenched down on him again. Your walls fluttered around him as the coil snapped your second orgasm crashing through you. 

"Shit Y/N!" Dean cried as his knot popped when he thrusted into you as came. Locking you two together as he shot rope after rope of come into you painting the walls with his seed. "Fuck!"

Together you breathed harshly into the darkened room as you both came down from your highs. You felt the weight of him on your back as he leaned forward his forehead between your shoulder blades. Wrapping his arms around your waist he laid you both in a comfortable position on your bed, your back to his chest. Giving you small kisses and nips across your shoulder. "How you feeling Omega?"

Sighing you closed your eyes feeling more yourself. You could still feel the heat simmering inside you but you felt like you could breathe again. "Better, I think. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dean muttered his thumb brushing your skin where it sat on your stomach. "That was the worst heat I've ever seen. Are they always this bad?"

"No," You shake your head. "I haven't had one in a while though. I've been taking suppressants."

"For how long?"

"A few years off and on since I had Lucas. I just didn't want to deal with it and raise a pup on my own. I didn't think it would be this bad."

"You could have died. If you keep suppressing them it's just going to get worse and it's going to kill you. You can't do that to the kid."

"Shit Lucas!" You gasped realizing you didn't know where he was, jumping a bit before crying out when Dean's knot pulled, your head still swimming from the fever and orgasms. God had he heard everything?!

"Christ Y/N!" Dean snapped before pulling you back and nipping at your neck as a reminder not to move yet. "He's fine. He's at my place with Sam and Eileen. Probably watching some dopey horror movie with a full belly, they would never let a pup starve." 

Sighing in relief you leaned back into him. "I've been such a bad mom. My heat hit and I couldn't take care of him."

"Don't say that." Dean said playing with your hair to calm you. "You're a great mom. He did alright the last few days I checked up on him, so did Sam. He was just worried about you. You raised a good kid, you know. He came right over when he knew you were in trouble."

Nodding you closed your eyes again, a small proud smile on your lips as you leaned into him listening to Dean's heart beat as he held you. Soon his knot returned to normal and you were able to separate. 

"Let's get you into a cold bath. I can still feel your fever." 

You yawned but let him move the two of you into the bathroom. His arms around you feel strong and safe. Nuzzling into him you closed your eyes. "So you felt it?"

Setting you on the counter he turned to your tub and plugged it before he turned the faucet on letting it run at a good cool temperature for you before he turned around and walked between your thighs to hold your waist. "That pull between me and you? Yeah, I feel it. Do you?"

"Since the day we met," You nodded, letting your arms run up to his shoulders and around his neck as you bury your face in his skin leaving little nips and kisses. "You smell so good, Alpha."

Dean chuckled and kissed the top of your head picking you up so he was holding your thighs in his hands. "So do you, like all my favorite things." 

Wrapping your legs around his waist you looked over at the filling tub and sighed a little knowing this was going to suck. But you dealt with it as Dean placed you into the cold bath kneeling naked beside it and turned the faucet off once you were in. You yelped and tried to climb out. "Fuck its freezing!"

"Shhhh," Dean soothed as he pushed you back into the tub gently, running his hand up and down your back dipping his hand in and collecting water to run it down your back as he settled you into the water. "It's just the fever, it's not that cold. Just gotta bring this fever down then I'm gonna knot you over and over until you can't take it Omega."

You practically purred at his words. The promise of his knot making you wet as he ran his cold hand down your heated skin. Glancing at him through your lashes you smiled. "Can't wait Alpha."

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Moonlight & Fang Masterlist

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU 

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh. 

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. 

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

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Chapters:

Little Red

The Orphan

The Hunter

The Blacksmith

The Rogue

The Forgotten Prince

Balance

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