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[impala1967dwinchester]

Baby Fever IV

*Not my gif*

Word Count: 1k

Mention of All befriended people of the Winchester boys 

Masterlist

Christmas had gone wonderful the tree sitting bright everyday. Hunts were tolerable nothing too dramatic or bizarre. The new year was stupendous the boys hadn’t made any foolish choices just yet. Sam and Dean had ended up treasuring their gifts. Dean had gotten a few things for his brother and a few things for me.

Recap:

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you.” Sam said going to sit down at the now-empty table. “Sam, it’s fine. I kinda liked it.” I said the blush rising in my face.

I went over to Sam kissing his forehead, and said “good night Sam,”

I went into my room putting together the boy’s baskets, full of things that I assumed that the boys would like.

Some things were crazy, some were more sentimental. Sam on the other hand had thought about his gifts, clothes for Dean since he had a problem with washing his clothes after a rather gruesome hunt. Sam had also gotten Dean a few magazines, along with a new pair of boots. He also gave Dean a card inside of which held a gift card for the new year of pies. Something that Dean stood and hugged his brother for.

For me, Sam had gotten a few of the same things, new boots, new clothing. The different things were such as a heart necklace, the stone was blue with diamonds that crested the outline of the heart. And a new pair of jammies.

His brother went to tease him. “Oh look at you giving special gifts to Y/n” “Dean shut up, Or I’ll take your gift-card back,” Sam said with raised eyebrows. Dean pouted and then apologized.

“Do you like it?” Sam asked me. I giggled, looking up at him. “Can you help me put it on?” I asked. I heard a snort come from Dean as he looked up from his phone. “Of course Y/n” I pulled my hair to the side letting Sam drape the necklace over my chest. “All done.” I heard Sam say I let my hair go and turning.

He looking tracing the silver chain down to the crevice of my chest. “It looks good.” He smiled and winked at me. The new year was amazing the boys had gathered a few friends, a small party. Sam had decorated the map room and library. A mistletoe sitting above the entire way of the library. Something that I assume Dean or Sam forgot to take down. Food and drinks lining the table. A few poppers and glow sticks alongside the drinks.

Dean had invited Charlie, Jody, Donna, Rowena, Kevin, Garth, his wife, and his kids, Castiel, and of course Claire with her girlfriend Kaia. Like I had said before it was a rather small party. Dean had dragged his TV out of his room placing it at the end of the table in the library and looked for a news channel.

“So what’s up with the mistletoe?” Jody asked. Dean turned around “Shit, I forgot that. Whatever.” Jody chuckled

Finally, after drinking and dancing, it was closer to the end of the year. We immediately started to pair up with people sitting together and just being happy. I hadn’t been paying attention when I felt a large hand grab my hand. When I looked up it was Sam I sighed in contentment.

At that moment I think he had kind of made a whole life with me in his head. His bright smile only becomes brighter whenever he talked to me. His broad chest and ridged shoulders dropping when I grabbed his wrapped my arms around his neck.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see, Rowena smiling and watching the television. She winked at me. She had become a motherly figure to Sam and was always there on her own to protect him. That wink and smile had given me a sort of approval. For what I didn’t know yet.

“Yo, Lovebirds The count down is about to start,” Dean said. I rolled my eyes. “Dean If there weren’t so many people here right now, I come over there and punch you.” I slapped Sams chest “Stop and just enjoy the new year.” I said with a small chuckle.

In unison, we counted for the new year.

“10″

“9″

“8″

“7″

“6″

“5″

“4″

“3″

“2″

“1″

“Happy new year,” We all said, and Sam kissed me. I kissed him back. The kiss was deep, meaningful. Like Sam had waited his entire life to do kiss me. He left my lips, and instead of going to cup my cheeks.

Everything after that seemed like a dream. Sam was touchy. Which didn’t bother me at all. Not wanting to let me go for too long. He’d kiss my forehead and cheek. After a while of more drinking and dancing, the Winchesters friends started leaving. Leaving just Dean, Cass, Sam, and I.  

Having someone that is touchy with me is new. Before coming to the bunker, and being around the boys, I hadn’t been around the best of men. My father was abusive to my mother, which caused any other relationship that I was in to be abusive. It was like I attracted crazy, I attracted the abusive.

It started when I was in high school every boyfriend was horrible. I was either psychical beat or mentally abused. Nothing was off the table for the men that I attracted.

My first boyfriend Clyde was great at the beginning of our relationship everything was sparkles and rainbows. But after awhile Clyde started to mentally fuck with me. he’d accuse me of cheating when in reality I was only with my sisters. He’d come up to me in school and grab me harshly. Pushing and pulling me into a closet or teacher's bathroom.

For day afterward I’d have marks around my neck, and wrists. He left marks on me, and he hated when I would cover them. My scarfs and bracelets would be ripped from my person.

That was only my freshman year. In my sophomore year of high school, I was dating a much worse. I was thinking of sitting down in the library. “Y/n are you okay?” Sam asked me. I thought for a minute. He had kissed me twice under his own wanting. He wasn’t abusive to me. He was the kindest, emotional, caring person I had ever met. Maybe I should tell him about my past, just so he knows, maybe it will be okay.

“No Sam. I’m not okay.” I said playing with the hem of my jacket. He turned his head. “Is it something that I did?... I knew I should have asked if you wanted to kiss me!” He said. He sat down next to me. “Sam, would you stop overthinking everything,” I said.

He shook his head and wrapped his hand around mine. “I was thinking about my past relationships. You kissed me and I can’t stop thinking that I might fuck this up by bringing my past into everything.” I said “ I tried dating all of my high school years, all of which ended in me broken-hearted and more broken than I was before.

“Some people only come into your life to show you what love is not,” Sam said. Wow, I don’t think I had ever thought of it that way. “Sam? Can I just tell you about my past relationships so you understand where I’m coming from?” I asked.

He smiled squeezing my hand. “Of course, Y/n”. “My first boyfriend was harsh and emotionally abusive to me. Clyde was my freshman crush and my boyfriend for a short while. I spend the rest of my freshman year thinking that love was meant to be abusive and hurt each other.”

He hummed letting me know that he was still listening to me.

“My second boyfriend Otis was my sophomore crush. He was again nice at the start, but it turned quickly into me being a “bitch” and a “whore” who was only after his friends. He was so mentally abusing that I actually ended up breaking up with him.”

“I’m glad that you were able to get out of it. Be the strong you.” Sam said.

“My third boyfriend had actually been so nice, ya see Sebastian was so cute he’d bring me flowers, and get me coffee in the morning. My junior year was set seeing as my third boyfriend was not just thinking about himself. It ended when he just cut me off. The niceness stopped and instead of telling me why he just left me on the end of a hook.”

“Seems like a dick,” Sam said I giggled and rolled my eyes.

“You see my fourth boyfriend was that guy that ended up dying from the Djinn. Tobias was a wishy-washy guy. One day he’d hit me and the next he’d bring flowers home, praising me until I saw it was okay. Just when I thought he was a good guy he’d go and fuck it up. He’d never actually go to the bar and drink. he’d go to the bar and go find another girl to fuck.”

“Y/n? Why didn’t you say the truth when we asked you?” Sam asked. I think Sam thought I wasn’t going to tell him seeing as I was quiet. “I mean you don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary.” Sam said a small expression of sadness falling over his face.

“You know, you’re too nice to be with me. Where’d you get it from?” I asked a chuckle coming from within me. “Y/n it didn’t get anywhere. I’m just a nice guy with a heart. I promise that I won’t treat you like that ever.”

“You promise?” I asked my voice definitely starting to crack. I hadn’t talked to anyone about the boys I had dated, nobody knew about the shit they had done to me.

“Y/n. I promise that I’ll be better than they were. I can’t say that I don’t have my issues and things I need to work on, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want this to not work. We both have to put in the effort for this to work.” Sam said.

“I  know that this is early and that you’re still hurting, but I want to be with you. I want this to work for you. We can go slow, we can go fast. Anything you are comfortable with. I just want to be in your corner Y/n.” Sam said.

Completed 01/17/2021 

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[lokis-little-kitten]

Teaching Assistant 2

Title: Teaching Assistant Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: LokixReader Rating: Mid Warning: spankings, mentioning of masturbation, ED, college, teacherxstudent Summary: You get a job as a teaching assistant for you professor Loki Laufeyson. Quickly the relationship takes a turn when Loki offers to teach you the robes of BDSM.

‘’Print Goddamit,’’ you scream at your small printer when it refuses to deliver you your story. You had gotten up in time to print those damn papers but nothing… It was on and everything. 

Angrily you slap your Laptop closed and put it in your bag. Another class awaits you in a moment. You pack up your things and leave for your class. A nervous tingle is in your stomach. This will be the first day that you’re the official teaching assistant from Professor Laufeyson!

‘’There is my bitch,’’ Dimitri calls out when he sees you on campus. ‘’I can’t believe you managed that girl.’’ He pulls you into a tight hug while congratulating you. ‘’Thanks,’’ you shyly reply. 

Then the interrogation starts. Dimitri asks you a thousand questions about yesterday. He buys you your coffee and then you leave for class. 

Meanwhile in professor Laufeysons office. He walks in and turns the lights on. He runs a hand through his glorious hair before striding to his office. The professor gets everything ready for the day when he suddenly notices his printer. A stack of papers hangs out of it and some lay on the ground. 

He sighs deeply and starts to gather it. My Pleasure. Y/N Y/L/N. He frowns deeply. Why would you randomly send this to him? Probably he just needs to read and correct it, it wouldn't be the first time a student wants him to read their work. Sending it ten times, however, is a little overdone. 

He takes a map and places one version of it. Afterwards, he bins the leftover papers since they are unnecessary now. Loki starts to prepare for his first lecture then pushing the story to the back of his head. He’ll read it when he has time. 

The day passes quickly full of lectures and students asking all kinds of questions. He gets quite some papers turned in that are to be graded before he can return to his office. When he arrives you are waiting on the bench for him. 

‘’Punctual are we,’’ Loki sighs unlocking his office, ‘’I didn’t expect you for another ten minutes?’’ He gives you a look as he lets you in. ‘’My professor let me go earlier, professor…’’ He nods a little and closes the door behind himself. 

Loki takes out the papers he received and lays them out. ‘’These need grading. The only thing I expect you to do is grammar and spelling check. I want you to be stern and merciless, think you can do that?’’ Quickly you nod as he hands you a few papers with a red sharpie. ‘’Yes professor…’’ You lay it down on his desk and start the job immediately. 

The grading takes a long time but that’s fine. You learn a lot from it. After a few hours, Loki puts away his marker again. ‘’Could you please go get me a black coffee?’’ he hands you five pounds while still reading. 

‘’Yes… Of course!’’ You take the five pounds and grab your jacket. ‘’Go get yourself one as well.’’ You look a bit surprised when he says that and not. ‘’You drink latte’s, don’t you,’’ Loki frowns while thinking, ‘’get yourself one of those.’’ ‘’Thank you.’’ 

Quickly you get to the cafe close by to get the coffee’s that one cost one pound fifty so you have two pounds left to return to him. When you return you notice the new stack of papers in need of grading and hold back a sigh. This is your life from now on… 

The next days go the same until it is finally weekend! Glorious weekend! Loki has been the same cold, stern and rude professor to you the whole week and you can’t wait to take a well-deserved break! 

You spent your weekend, writing, working on Saturday, drinking coffee and watching movies. Your quite a domestic person. You like being at home without anyone else but you love the occasional party as well.  

Loki lives further from Campus. You are still in the dormitory but have a room for you alone now and made it your own. It is a bit of a maze because of the closets, bed and other things but it is yours. 

You again try to print some of your stories but again your printer refuses to spit out the papers. You mumble something rude and then decide to leave it alone. You’ll print at Dimitri’s later or in the library. 

Back at Loki his office he just came to bring some graded papers and get some other things. He walks in and lays the stab of essays down when he notices his printer is on and loads of papers are printed once again. He gets the papers quickly before pulling the plug from the damn thing. 

Again you… He should have a word with you that you shouldn’t abuse his printer like this. He gets the map in which he placed the other stories you sent him. He takes those home too, he might as well read them then. 

When he gets home to his flat on the top floor of a large building he sits down on a chair near the window while looking out over his beloved city. He starts to read the stories with a flaming red Sharpie in hand to point out all of your mistakes. 

Soon, however, it becomes clear that this is not what he expected it to be, at all… The more he reads the deeper the frown on his forehead gets. What were you thinking? He needs to have a good talk with you Monday… 

Back home you are seated on your four-poster bed watching a show before bed when you get a text from the professor. 

Professor Laufeyson.

We need to talk. It’s important. I have already informed your teachers you won’t be coming to class. I require you to be at my office at 9 AM, you better be there on time!

Y/N Y/L/N Yes Professor. I hope it is nothing too serious?

Professor Laufeyson. I’m afraid it is Miss Y/L/N. I will see you tomorrow.

Nerves are tangled in your stomach. You have been awake almost the whole night. You worried about the situation you got yourself in. What happened, what did you do? You feel like a small child again, kicked out of yet another family for no reason… 

You are now seated on the bench next to his office unable to keep your mind straight. Hot tears burn in your eyes from pure fear of the professor… 

When he finally turns around the corner he doesn’t even acknowledge you. No look, nod or ‘good morning’ he just walks past you and opens his door. He eventually does call you in and tells you to take a seat. 

When you sit down you feel scared and small, even more now you are in the presence of Professor Laufeyson… He looks at you sternly for a second before opening his bag and pulling out papers. You frown a bit. What is that? 

‘’Do you understand that it is highly disrespectful to send your professor such rubbish? If you weren’t my teaching assistant and liked you I would step to the dean right away.’’ You look at the raven-haired man with large eyes. Whatever is he talking about? 

‘’I’m so sorry professor but I don’t know what this is about,’’ you carefully chime in. He slaps the papers on his desk. ‘’So you didn’t write this rubbish?’’ ‘’Write what?’’ ‘’You really do not know what this is about?’’ He stands up and walks around his desk to the side where he leans on it again. 

‘’His hands tangle in hers when his large dick thrusts into her. She screams out while he simply groans. Legs are tangled while Jonny thrust into her womanhood with great force.’’ Tears start to gather in your eyes. 

The stories were printed out here that's why your computer kept saying it was printed but your actual printer didn’t do a thing… That means he read it. Your secret is out and you will be expelled for it! How did this happen to you?

‘’Jenny her hands tangle into the ropes Jonny tied her up with.’’ He sighs deeply and walks towards the fireplace. He is now behind you while tears start to stream down your cheeks. This can only happen to you… 

You can feel Loki his presence right behind you. He throws the papers in front of you. They are full of red marks. Oh no… He actually read it? You expected that he would have stopped after he found out what it really was… 

‘’I’m so sorry. I tried to print them at home. They were never supposed to get to you, professor. I swear it is just a misunderstanding!’’ He lets out a sarcastic laugh. ‘’It better is! It is clear you never even met a treu dom… You clearly don’t know what you are doing or what that community really is.’’ 

Suddenly his large hand crawls up to your neck. ‘’But don’t worry, little girl,’’ he speaks in a now softer tone, ‘’I’m willing to teach you everything you need to know. If you agree to it of course.’’ You swallow unable to say a thing. 

What is he proposing? For you to become… To become his sub? What does that even really mean? He is right after all, you don’t have an ounce of experience. 

‘’I…’’ You don’t know how to reply. Do you want this? Do you want this with him? You have to admit you had the occasional fantasy about him in the bedroom but that won’t be a reality. Maybe you want to find out what that reality is? 

‘’Tell me, little one, are you going with my offer?’’ ‘’Yes.’’ He leans in further until his lips are right next to your ear. ‘’Good. Rule number one then, always address me with Master, understood?’’ You take a deep breath before replying. 

‘’Yes, master.’’ ‘’Good girl.’’ 

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[themrsdeanwinchester]

Shared Love

Good evening! It is almost the end of the day on 12/20 and in true Amanda fashion, I have let my poor time management skills get the best of me and here I am posting my submission for @little-diable writing challenge at the last minute. I deeply apologize for that :( So without further ado, here it is! I hope you enjoy!

I selected fluff and the prompt @little-diable gave me is bolded and italicized. Also make sure you check out her work because it is amazing!

Warnings: I think a total of one curse word. Fluffy Dean. Probably some errors that I missed in editing. 

The Bunker was quiet. The type of quiet that was deafening. The only sounds being made came from you. The rhythmic inhaling and exhaling coupled with the flick of the page in your book as your turned it. You were engrossed in your book, the final part to a trilogy you’d been sucked into for the past month. When Sam or Dean couldn’t find you, they’d go to the library and find you sitting at the table, hunched over your book. 

That’s where Dean found you again, your head bent over the pages, your fingers laced through your hair as your rest your head on them, elbows propped on the table. You heard Dean’s boots pounding the floor as he approached but you couldn’t be bothered. You were in deep.

“Whatcha reading?” Dean asked, sliding into the chair across from you with his laptop.

Without taking your eyes off the sentences you were soaking in, you lifted the book up off the table to face him. He mumbled the title, Emerald Green, to himself. He nodded and opened up his laptop, knowing that he shouldn’t bother you while you were engrossed in the story like you were.

You didn’t know how much time had passed. You could heard Dean clicking away on his laptop but it sounded like he was underwater, the sound being drowned out by your own thoughts and words on the pages. At one point, you let out a snort. A yeah, right sort of scoff.

“What?” Dean inquired.

For the first time you looked up at him, almost startled to hear his voice. “Oh, just this one sentence…” you trailed off.

“Read it to me.”

You glanced up at Dean not moving your neck from its bent position. “Alright… ‘hearts can’t be broken because they’re made of marzipan.’” 

Dean furrowed his brow. “That’s not a particularly funny line. And what’s marzipan?”

“It’s something used in sweets. I’m allergic to almonds and it has those in it so I don’t know that much about it to be honest,” you explained.

Dean nodded. “And why did you find it funny?”

You sighed. How were you supposed to explain to Dean that you were kind of cynical when it came to broken hearts and love? That all you’ve felt in life in terms of love was always unrequited? Or how about the fact you were in love with him and you were positive that he didn’t feel the same way? You thought the line was funny because your heart was always broken. And you were allergic to almonds, you couldn’t even have had an unbreakable heart of marzipan if you wanted.

“I guess,” you started. “I guess I find it funny because… all I’ve ever experienced is heart break and unrequited love. I’ve fallen for guys that never loved me back.”

“I know that feeling” Dean stated and you couldn’t help yourself. You laughed. Just one short ha. It came out harsh and Dean glared at you. “Okay, that’s definitely not funny.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just… have you seen you? You’re tall and handsome. Your smile is stupidly beautiful and your eyes? Holy fuck. They’re hypnotizing!” You blurted. You were surprised at yourself. You’d just confessed things that you’d kept secret a long while.

“Uh huh.. and how about the rest of me? I’m more than just my good looks.” Dean smirked at you.

It was now or never. Might as well rip the bandaid off right? Get the same ol’ storyline out of the way and move on with your life. “Well, you’re smart, kind, and caring. You’re loyal, you’re funny, you… you know exactly what to say to make me laugh when I need it the most.”

“It sounds like you’re in love with me,” Dean said.

“Maybe I am.” You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter though because I’m not exactly your type, am I?” The last part came out and left a bitterness in your mouth. 

Dean closed his laptop, folded his arms and sat back in the chair. “And what exactly do you think “my type” is?”

“Hot. Victoria’s Secret models.” 

Dean cocked a small smile and shook his head from side to side. “I actually don’t feel like I have a type. I like who I like. And I like you.”

“Oh, shut up.” You slammed your book shut and got up quickly, knocking the chair down. It clattered behind you, the sound making Dean jump. You quickly righted it and headed toward your room.

“Y/N, wait!” You heard Dean yell, then heard the scraping of the chair legs as he got up to chase you.

You slammed your door shut and not two seconds later, Dean was knocking on it.

“Go away, Dean,” you shouted through the door.

“Please, Y/N, open the door,” Dean pleased.

You heaved a sigh and flung your door open. Dean jolted back a little, surprised with the force of which you used. You crossed your arms and waited.

“Do you really think I’m lying?” He questioned you.

“Uh, yes. Of course I do,” you said through a laugh. “Someone like you does not like a person like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean spat, a little angry,

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re handsome. And smart and all of those other things I said in the library. You’re the total, and perfect, package. You can have any girl you want.”

“And I want you.” Dean pushed you into your room and slammed the door behind him. He grabbed you and pulled you into a kiss. It was exactly how you had imagined a kiss with Dean would be; electric. He pulled back, breathing heavy. “Do you believe me now?”

“Umm… maybe. Can we do that again? Just so I can be sure?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Funny.”

You pulled him back into a kiss and you felt Dean smile into it. “Yeah, okay. I believe you now.”

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[fandomwtightsunderneath]

Imprisonment

Status: On-going (TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Odin took pity on his son Loki after being chained and tormented by the serpent for nearly 250 years, releasing him from his punishment. But before bringing Loki back to Asgard, Odin changed his memories, blanking them of his beloved wife who helped him during his torture. Odin took it upon himself to exile Sigyn from Asgard, not before blanking her memories of her husband. With Asgard gone, Thor and Loki have no choice but to bring their people to Midgard. Upon arriving Loki runs into someone who seems familiar. Someone with venom burns covering her hands and arms. Someone with a warped version of his crest on her burned wrist.

A/N: This story isn’t Infinity War compliant! There are Ragnarok spoilers though!

Prologue

Chapter 1

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Baby Fever III

*Not my gif* 

Word Count 1,125 

Masterlink

After settling down at the bunker, I got back into the rhythm of hunting and into the rhythm of living with the Winchester boys. Life was good, remember what my father had taught me, and Dean becoming more welcoming to the idea of helping me.

Even with Sam being nice to me in the beginning of our relationship. Dean had taken a real liking to mentoring me and being somewhat of a brother to me. Sam on the other hand had taken the time to sort of lay back and just watch.

He would help me with research, and go out with me to get food for the bunker, by the time we had all fallen into the rhythm I was talking about it was Christmas time. I had heard stories of Sam spiking the eggnog and to be wary of that.

I also figured that how Dean sort of one-sidedly told those stories that the boy didn't really go out for Christmas. "Dean... Mr.cowboy... Can I have the keys to Baby?" I asked. He looked over at me and chuckled. "Well that's a new nickname, and so well thought out." He said throwing me the keys to Baby.

There was a bond of trust between Dean and I. I felt honored to be able to drive Baby. "Comes back with a scratch and you won't hunt for a month!"  He screamed from the kitchen where he sat drinking his morning coffee. "Yes, Dad!" I screamed back laughing.

I quickly grabbed my purse, sunglasses, and winter coat. I got into Baby revving the engine, Dean had only let me drive her once or twice. It was an honor for him not to tease and be an ass with his car. I sat thinking for a minute then got out. Walking back into the kitchen Dean still sitting drinking his coffee, "Dean, do you mind backing Baby out so I don't hit anything?" I asked.

He looked up at me and shook his head and smiled. "Of course Y/n!" He jumped up and partially ran towards his car. He backed her out and got out of the still-running car, I was very much ready to get in, before I got in he kissed my forehead. "Be safe, Y/n"  Dean said before shutting the garage door.

I had gone out to the local shopping center, with it being a few days before Christmas I wasn't expecting a lot of decoration left, but there was. I grabbed a fake tree that smelled like pine that was already lined with lights, grabbed a few boxes of green, red, blue, and even purple ornaments. A box of sugar cookie mix, a few candles that smelled like Christmas. And a basket for each of the boys

And Christmas wouldn't be complete without a few gifts also matching jammies for Christmas eve. The cashier actually helped me load everything into the truck of baby being careful not to flash our monster-killing weapons.

It was nice to go shopping by myself. The music playing in the store still stuck in my head, as I drove back to the bunker I switched the channels on the radio. IT started playing Christmas music, white Christmas. I sang along with the song, and drove peacefully, when I drove into the garage I turned down the music and parked the car.

I grabbed the lightest bags and walked into the bunker, the light of the map room was on, but other than that everything was off. So I placed the bag down and went back out grabbing the tree and the ornaments.

I dragged the box in and started trying to put together the Christmas tree, it wasn't loud but then again from what I had learned Sam wasn't the heaviest sleeper. And as I put the second half of the tree together out popped Sam from the kitchen.

"Y/n what are you doing?" He asked looking around "I.. um, Dean was talking about how you like to spike the eggnog and it kinda got me into the mood to make Christmas better here in the bunker." I said having trouble putting the third section onto the tree. Sam walked over and grabbed my hand taking it gently and placing it on for me.

"It's 2 am, you should do the rest of this in the morning," Sam said. My expression fell and walked around the table grabbing a bag of ornaments. "How about you help me Sam, and we can surprise Dean in the morning," I said.

I heard him huff and then "Fine, Y/n" It actually turned out to be the most fun I had in a long time. Even with my dead ex-boyfriend, I didn't have this much fun, Christmas is my favorite holiday.

After we separated the ornaments, we just did what we want, I did the purple and green ornaments, so let left for Sam to do the green and blue. I hadn't thought that the colors would look good together, but they did. By the time that we were done, it was 4 in the morning.

I turned around and asked Sam "Hey Sam, do we have an angel or star to put on the star? That was the only thing I had forgotten at the store." Sam thought for a minute before going back into the kitchen grabbing something that was in a cabinet.  When he returned and had in hand a silver star. It must have been something that was left in the bunker by the men of letter. Seeing as Sam knew where it was but didn't know where it had come from.

Sam was tall enough to make it to the top of the tree, but he had given me the star instead. Probably seeing the excitement on my face, I grabbed the step-stool and was barely able to reach the top of the fake tree.

When I did finally get the star to be steady on the top of the tree. I had lost balance and Sam was able to grab me before I made contact with the floor.  My heart was beating fast. Sam's face was so close to me, our eyes locked. I saw him lick his lip, and come in closer. It was quick before Sam put me down onto the floor.

"I'm so sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to take advantage of you." Sam said going to sit down at the now-empty table. "Sam, it's fine. I kinda liked it." I said the blush rising in my face. I went over to Sam kissing his forehead, and said “good night Sam,”

I went into my room putting together the boy's baskets, full of things that I assumed that the boys would like.

Completed: 12/23/2020

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One-shot Sunday 3#

Title: Punishments Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: Dom!Tom x Sub!Reader Wordcount: 500 Rating: Middle Warning: sex, punishment, bdsm Summary:

‘’How many times have I told you.’’ Your head jerks up when you hear Tom his deep voice in your bedroom. Your fingers are buried deep inside her weeping cunt. Tom went for a run not knowing his little sub would wake up in a pool of arousal because of a wet dream she had.

So when she didn’t find him next to her she decided to fix the problem herself. He just came back a little earlier than expected.

‘’I have told you many times not to touch yourself without Master and clearly, spankings don’t help. I think I will have to take different measures then…’’ You just have a smug expression written over your face.

‘’You should take it as a compliment! I was thinking of you and just couldn’t stand it anymore,’’ you try even though you know full well he won't just let you get away with it. He pulls up his brows and gets to the bed.

‘’Not good enough. Nowhere near good enough.’’ Then suddenly his shirt comes off. ‘’But alright. I’ll give you a choice for punishments.’’ You sit up as this is something new. He had given you the opportunity of choice before but never in punishments.

‘’Okay, which is?’’ He chuckles. You just can’t have patience, can you? He crawls on top of you and kisses your nose. ‘’Either you can cum as many times as you like until I had my fill or you can cum when I cum, simple.’’ You squeeze your eyes together. What is the catch?

Seems like such a simple choice. Having many orgasms on his cock sounds just wonderful and the perfect way to start of your day. Your cunt already starts to leak more with the thought of it. ‘’Cum as many times.’’ Tom grins deeply. ‘’Sure?’’ You nod happily and start to help him get out of his trousers but he slaps your hand away.

‘’Oh no, it won’t be that easy.’’ Soon you are pushed back into the pillows with his one hand on your throat and the other between your legs. He easily makes you cum on his finger at least twice before he moves down and continues his torture. His tongue is just as- or maybe even more so- relentless as his fingers having you dance through many orgasms.

By the time he positions himself between your legs, you’re already exhausted. You should have seen this coming… You regret your decision now.

He then pushes himself into your warm depts. He groans happily when his hard cock finally enters you. It had been straining in his trousers for a while now. He soon starts to plunge into your thigh cunt. He takes his time though to make it as hard for you as possible. He still has you orgasm loads of times as he touches all of the right spots.

Only when you’re begging him to please have his release because you can’t go on anymore. ‘’Are you going to be good now? Are you not going to touch yourself again?’’ ‘’No, sir, I promise. I won’t. Please… I can’t take any more.’’

Tom is indeed rather close but he needs one more, just so you’ll your lesson. ‘’One more, kitten, you can give me one more. Can’t you.’’ You cry out and shake your head. ‘’No, please.’’ Tom his hand sneaks to your clit and rubs it firmly which is your downfall. You scream as you cum one last time to his delight.

You then finally feel him pulse inside of you and soon he pumps his cum into you with a happy groan. ‘’Good girl, take all of it.’’ He kisses you on your face and then pulls out. Tom holds you in his arms and kisses you kindly.

Tom keeps you close to him and cuddles you until you manage to stand again but even then he makes sure to keep you closer a little while longer, just because.

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Two Souls - Part 2

Firstly, I am so sorry this has taken me so long to post. Work was super crazy and I was so tired I couldn’t write. I know Christmas is over, I had hoped to have this out on Christmas Eve! I hope you enjoy it though! I will be posting Part 3 soon! Here is Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

Pairing: Dean x female reader

Warnings: Drinking, fluffyish, a little PG?

Word Count: 1,282

Series Summary: Dean starts a job working as a mechanic as a locally owned auto shop. The owner’s daughter, who works at the shop, makes Dean’s heart ache from the moment he sets eyes on her. But, does she feel the same way? What will her dad think? When her life starts crumbling, is it Dean who will be there for her and help her pick up the pieces?

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The next night, Dean pulled up in front of Y/N’s house. He cut the engine and took a deep breath. He exhaled and looked up at her house as the porch light flickered on. 

Y/N had heard Dean’s car from inside and quickly, without really even thinking about it, clicked on her porch light. She rolled her eyes at herself realizing that her impulse reaction probably made it seem to Dean that she was waiting by the door, watching out the window for his car. Which was exactly what she had been doing but he didn’t need to know that.

The knock at her door made her jump. She breathed in deep through her nose and let the air out in a short huff. She put her hand on the door knob, and twisted it open. Dean smiled at her, she could almost swear his teeth sparkled when he did. How could it be that a man she’d known for only three months felt so familiar? How was it possible that she had such strong feelings for him already and they hadn’t even gone on a date yet? The thought crossed her mind that perhaps she was reaching, desperately searching for someone so her dad could see her with someone, so he could be there for her wedding before…

“You look beautiful.” Dean’s compliment snapped her out of her thoughts. She was wearing the Y/F/C scarf he had bought her, dark wash jeans, and a black coat.

“Thank you,” she said, looking down at her toes. She felt her cheeks getting hot.

In the Impala, Dean had Led Zeppelin playing since he knew she loved him as much as he did. He had it turned down low, so it was almost barely audible over the engine’s purr.

“I hope you don’t mind but, my brother and his girlfriend will be there tonight. I thought it might be nice to introduce you to them,” Dean said. He saw Y/N’s eyes widen a bit, the thought of meeting Dean’s brother and his girlfriend made her nervous but only because she wanted to make a good impression on them. “If that’s okay. If not, no big deal… I -“

“I’d love to meet them,” Y/N answered, a smile spreading across her face.

Dean returned her smile. “Okay, great.”

Dean parked the car down the block from the Christmas Farmer’s Market. It was being held in the middle of town, taking up a few blocks. Vendors lined the streets, a small stage set up for musicians to rotate sets was set up in the middle. 

Dean and Y/N walked hand in hand through the Christmas Farmer’s Market, stopping to look at a few booths. They finally came across what they had been looking for - a vendor with spiked cider. They both got one and they were a little stronger than they’d expected.

Y/N grimaced as she took a sip of her’s. “Oh, wow. That is strong.” She giggled, pressing the back of her hand against her lips.

Dean nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he took his first gulp.

“Dean!” A man shouted. Y/N and Dean turned and a very tall man waved at them. He was holding a woman’s hand as he approached them.

“Y/N, this is my brother, Sam, and his girlfriend Eileen,” Dean introduced them.

Sam extended his hand to you. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Dean has told me a lot about you,” Sam said through a big smile.

“Oh? Well, I hope it was all good things,” Y/N laughed. “It’s very nice to meet you, too, Sam.”

“This is my girlfriend, Eileen.” Sam’s girlfriend stepped forward.

“Hi,” she said, also shaking Y/N’s hand. “Very nice to meet you.”

“Yes, you, too. I’m really glad we were all able to meet up!” Y/N said. “Have you guys tried this spiked cider? It’s um… strong.”

Sam and Eileen shared a glance and Eileen giggled, grabbing Sam’s arm and resting her head on it.

“Yeah, uh, we already had some. We suggest sticking with one each. We each had two and, well, we’re trying to sober up a little,” Sam explained.

The four all laughed and decided to stick together throughout the night. They grabbed some food and sat at the tables that had been set up by the old movie theater. Its neon lights shown down, casting a pink glow over them.

By the end of the night, everyone was pink cheeked, both from the cold and the spiked ciders. Sam and Dean had stopped, Sam after his two and Dean after his one. But Eileen and Y/N had gotten a couple more, probably against better their better judgement. The night had turned into a double date, the girls whispering at the end of their table, the boys asking them what was going on and only getting giggles in return. Eileen showed Y/N a few basic ASL signs, ones she hadn’t shown Sam and Dean, giving the two girls a bit of a way to keep secrets between themselves. Y/N and Eileen got along very well and had agreed they needed to hang out again, all of them. They had decided maybe a movie night at Sam and Dean’s some time soon.

“I really like Sam and Eileen,” Y/N said as she unlocked her front door. “They’re so cute together.”

Y/N pushed the door open, hanging her scarf and coat on the hooks by the door. She gestured for Dean to give her his jacket and he did. He watched as she hung it next to hers, noted how good even their jackets looked side by side. He smirked to himself and shook his head. They were jackets. But he couldn’t help feeling like he was right where he was supposed to be.

“Do you want anything? A beer?” Y/N was standing in her kitchen, illuminated only by the light from her open fridge.

“No, I’d better not. I need to drive home,” Dean answered, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen.

“Or,” Y/N started. She walked over to Dean, flicking on the kitchen light. “You could stay the night?” She asked quietly. 

Dean sucked a breath in between his teeth. He wanted to stay. He wanted to stay so badly. He wanted nothing more than to whisk her off her feet and into her bedroom, to cuddle close to her on this cold night, and breathe in the sweet smell of her shampoo as she slept in his arms. 

“I didn’t bring an overnight bag,” Dean answered. 

Y/N nodded her head. “Yeah… well, some other time?”

“Absolutely,” Dean said through a smile.

On her porch, Dean kissed her goodnight. He kissed her. One hand in her hair, the other on the small over her back, he mouth slightly parted, testing his luck. And she obliged.

Back in her house, Y/N realized that she was not just desperately trying to find a relationship, no, not at all. Her feelings for Dean were very real. Though happy her thoughts from earlier were proved wrong, she also wished she had met Dean earlier, much earlier because her dad didn’t have much time. She hadn’t told Dean that her dad was sick, she didn’t know how to tell him. What if it scared him away? Who would want to be with a girl that was keeping a secret, at her dad’s wishes, a secret that would absolutely wreck her when the time came?

Dean would want to be with her, regardless of her secret, but she just didn’t know that yet.

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Rare alpha - part 2

02. The “event”

It was the night of the auction; you had prepared everything from your list. The second auction to the clients was arranged.

As for tonight it was disguised as a fancy “charity” gala. You wore a beautiful dress and had a clutch bag. You were putting in your earrings and checked your hair and makeup one last time before you went downstairs to meet Hendrik.

In the car you called one of your bosses to discuss final plans and budgets. Soon after you arrived at the secluded and statutory country house you entered the house with the other buyers. Some of them were new but mostly it was the same crowd at every event.

Angry and frustrated alpha scent hung in the air as a waiter offered you a drink. As you took a sip you distracted yourself a little bit by enjoying the paintings that were on display.

“Impressive isn’t it?” you heard someone say, but you recognized her voice. “Yes, miss Bradbury, good to see you can also appreciate art.” You said as you turned to her. She was one of the other buyers you saw at every event.

“Well it’s not my style but then again I’m here for a different kind of ‘art’.” She giggled. “touché.” You know anything about the art pieces for tonight?” She fished. “You know I like you personally Charlie but what do you want? You know this is a work event, right?” you answered lightly as you turned to her.

“Don’t be like that L/N, remember you scratch my back, I scratch yours.” She said lightly bumping her shoulder against yours. “I can’t do that tonight. To many anxious clients waiting.” You said as you took a sip of your drink. “Oeh yeah, I know those clients.” She winced in recognition.

You turned to her as you looked her in the eyes. “You know I’m normally up for some games but today I can’t. But how about we get lunch next week or something?” she smiled and nodded. I “Deal, I’ll text you later with possible dates.” You nodded and downed your drink. “Let’s get this over with.”

Not much later Fergus came walking in inviting everyone inside the main hall were the auction was going to be held. As you walked past him, he lightly took a hold of you. Hope you’ll enjoy the event.” “As do I.” You said and continued to your seat.

You smelled a great scent as you entered the room. You couldn’t describe it other than your scent... But it wasn’t, but it was. It was difficult to explain. You ignored it and took your seat.

The auctioneer gave a little speech like he always does and the first alpha was the called-on stage. The alpha came from behind the curtain, guided by one of Fergus’ guards. Just like every time the alphas were wearing a white shirt, jeans and a blindfolded. Hands and neck cuffed and held by the guard that took him on stage.

For your information; the cuffs were there because some alphas attacked the crowd once, the blindfold was there so that the alpha did not see who bought them, usually the blindfold would only be removed when meeting their omega, also know as our clients.

Anyway, so you bought the first alpha and the rest of the auction went smooth. You’d gotten 28 alphas in total and thought it was time to call it a day. You stood up as you heard “Number 58.”

The scent got stronger. As you turned around; you saw the next one got brought out on the stage as 3 guards were holding him as he fought against the them.

It’s him. The alpha from the maybe pile. That scent. Alpha. He flinched and you saw him gritting his teeth. He’d caught your scent too.

You sat back down and raised your pad. Unfortunately, there were other people interested too. A bidding war started. In the end you were over bid. You couldn’t believe it. You had spent too much money on the other alphas, you couldn’t afford it. You couldn’t accept this.

You don’t know what came over you but you got furious. Then you spotted Fergus. You walked over to him.

“We need to talk in private.” You whispered to him, he looked a little startled but nodded and you followed his lead to one of his offices.

“Let’s get one thing straight Fergus, either I get that alpha or I withdraw every buy I made tonight and discontinue our work relationship.”

“You can’t do that.” He laughed and then fell silent when he saw your serious face. “You wouldn’t dare.” He looked shocked as he realized how serious you were. To a slight degree even you couldn’t believe you were threatening him with this but here you are.

“Consider this as my withdraw then.” You said and turned around and walking away.

You felt a hand grab your arm and turned around still boiling with anger, you didn’t realize it was your heat that was kicking in. “Sweetheart you found your mate in one of these dogs?” He said to you with full disbelief.

You let out an angry sigh. “Last chance Fergus, get the alpha or we are done.” He stared back at you. “What number?” He eventually asked. “58.”

He then opened the door and called in one of his assistants in and you could hear him whispered. “Tell the buyer that there has been a mistake with alpha 58 and hand me his paperwork. With apologies to the buyer. Offer them one of the other mutts for free.”

The assistant nodded their head and disappeared. And Fergus turned towards you. It’s seems like he was taking in your state.

“I believe you need a drink, sweetheart.” He said as you tried to calm yourself down and nodded and followed his lead towards one of his little bars where he offered you some craig. He put 2 ice cubes in a glass, before he could pour the liquor into it, you took one and put it against your skin, trying to calm you down.

“Buying and selling them is one thing...” you said as you took the glass from Fergus and took a big swig. “-but this is insane.” You weren’t sure if you were happy you found him or were going to throw up.

“One step at a time. As soon as we’ve arranged the paperwork, including the other transactions, we’ll deliver them to you next Saturday.” He said as he too took a drink and sat down.

You sat down at the other chair. You were thinking how this would work. Luck you, Sunday you had the auction for your clients and after that you had 2 weeks off. “Bring him to me on Monday. I need to arrange some other things before the delivery.”

You looked at Fergus as he smirked. “What’s with that face?” You asked him. “L/N I think it’s time for you to realize that this is not a business transaction for once but your mate.”

“Are you going soft on me?” You asked as you took a different bottle and took a swig of it. “No but I do think we need to get this sorted before you are too drunk to register it.”

At that moment his assistant walked in with the paperwork for all the alphas you bought. But let’s be honest only one mattered.

NR 58. Dean Winchester.

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