Finally caught up with wolves and omg!!! 🤯🥺😭😱😵 what about ketch and the cage? Thought they were taking her there instead? Whatever! I’m still blown away! Please tag me? I kno tumblr hates me and tagging but please! I need to know what happens next!
@rasax45 I unfortunately can’t tag you... but you can follow my library blog @bambys-library, which is where I reblog all my fics :):)
This story isn’t over yet, and I did promise Ketch would get what he deserves, so don’t worry... actually... yeah... worry... I’m not done ripping out hearts yet :D
For the whump bingo, how does it work? Do I just choose one? When is it due? And is there certain shows I need to stick to? Meaning, leverage? Marvel or whatever? Can my OC be involved? Sorry I’m new to the bingos and would like to join :)
Here is the about page on the Bad Things Happen Bingo tumblr. You request a card (you can find the link to get started here), filling out a form by choosing all the whump tropes you’re okay with writing. After you send in your request, it takes a few days (2 or 3 in my case) and then they submit your card to your blog. Make sure your submissions are open!
There are no deadlines, nothing is due at any time. You just write when you want to. You don’t have to stick to any fandoms; you can write for a show or movie or original characters, or anything else.
You can write if you’re inspired by a square on your card, or you can ask your followers/friends to send you requests for a particular fandom/character/bingo square/prompt. Up to you. You just write the fill, add a picture of your card with that square marked off (I edit the image with Paint 3D in Windows 10), and use the Bad Things Happen Bingo hashtag or @ them in the post, they’ll see it and reblog it.
So, yeah! You should definitely request a card! It’s great fun and helps inspire you to write more whump, which is always good. You can check out my bingo fills if you want to see examples of how I organize my fill posts. Good luck, and feel free to ask any other questions you may have!
Can I get master list hun? I’m particularly curious with the babysitter story 😀
Here you go! STUFF I DO
Sorry I can’t get a link to it into my bio. I had one for the SPN Tag sheet that @faith-in-dean helped me with, and then one day, it just disappeared! All the coding and everything was just gone. I’ve given up. I don’t know how to fix it so that mobile users can find stuff. Maybe I’ll figure something out eventually.
Oh, and everything I write is cross-posted on AO3 and can be read HERE.
Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC
Part 1 My Master List
Beta’d by the Girl with the Rainbow Tattoo, @kittenofdoomage
I didn’t even look at Dean as we walked to the car. I couldn’t stop seeing that woman with her hand on his arm and her eyes filled with longing.
“Would you stop for a minute? Can we talk about this please?” He asked tersely, reaching out to grab my arm.
I pulled away from him with a sigh. “Just take me home, Dean.”
He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind. I threw open the door and sat down, so overcome with fury and jealousy it was threatening to choke me. Was this how it was going to be? Dean’s past coming back to haunt me just as we were starting to get comfortable?
“I’m sorry.” He said very quietly. “I wanted this night to be special.”
“You’re never going to be just mine, are you?” I whispered, glancing sideways at him. God, he was so damn pretty! Wait a second…. Where did that come from? Then I noticed it. That itchy feeling beginning in my stomach, like my skin was getting too tight. Then the familiar warmth bubbled up in my core, and I bit back a moan.
“Oh no.” I gasped.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dean asked his voice heavy with concern. He took in a breath, and his nostrils flared. I knew he could smell it.
“Great. Just great.” Whatever they had given me at the hospital to suppress my heat had obviously worn off. Perfect freaking timing, as usual.
We pulled up at my place and I ran from the car, needing to put as much distance between Dean and me as possible. I was already starting to sweat, and I could feel my stomach twisting in knots.
Please, not now!!” I muttered as I threw myself on the couch and curled up into a ball.
“Dammit, Y/N! Would you stop running from me! We need to talk about this!” Dean had taken off his jacket, and he was breathing heavily as though he had run from the car. I could tell my heat was starting to affect him.
“She was so desperate, I could see it in her eyes. How many other Lisas are we going to run into? How many other women are out there who want to lay claim to you?” I jumped off the couch and got right into his face, my heat fueling me with anger and aggression.
He grabbed my arms, holding me against him. “I can’t change the past, Y/N. But I don’t want any of them. I just want you.”
I jabbed my finger into his chest. “You’d better be sure Dean. because I don’t share. It’s all or nothing with me. I refuse to compete with every Omega you screwed while you were with Alpha4. What’s to stop you getting bored with me and calling one of your old fucks?”
Dean didn’t reply, but I could tell by the dangerous glint in his eyes that I had pushed him too far. He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me off towards the bedroom. When he threw me onto the bed and began taking off his shirt. I scrambled into a sitting position, shoving my hair out of my eyes, torn between annoyance and arousal. “What the hell was that for?” I demanded.
“It shut you up, didn’t it?” He said with a smirk.
My face softened. “Come here,” I whispered. He climbed onto the bed, leaning into me as I put my arms around him. “I love you, you know that, right?” I whispered as our lips met in a breathless kiss. I could feel him tremble as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass and pull me against his erection.
My head was spinning as we shared a hot, open-mouth kiss that was equal parts anger and passion. I had so many conflicting emotions fighting for dominance at the moment, I didn’t know which end was up.
“That dress has to go.” He snapped. “Get it off or I will.” My nimble fingers made short work of the many buttons on the dress and slipped it from my shoulders, along with my bra and panties. I threw my clothes into the corner, the coolness of the room making me shiver slightly.
Dean’s eyes looked me over possessively as his hand reached out to caress my shoulder. He loomed in front of me, large and dominating. That apple-pie scent of him just washed over me, and I could feel the slick smearing against my thighs. My stomach clenched hard, and I whined with need.
“Lay down and let me take care of you, Omega.” He growled in that deep timbre that turned my bones to complete jelly.
I shook my head, holding my hand up against his chest. “No, YOU lay down.”
His eyes flew to mine, surprised. “You wanna take the wheel tonight, ‘mega?” He whispered in a husky voice.
I nodded slightly. “That okay?”
His grin was instant. “Hell yeah!’ He said with enthusiasm. I pushed against his chest, and his laid down on the bed, his thick cock standing tall and proud. It made my mouth water. I scrambled into his lap taking his face in my hands and kissing him passionately. I rocked in his lap my slick allowing the head of his cock to slide through my pussy lips over and over, and he groaned as I teased him.
Pulling my lips from his to take a gasping breath my mouth latched onto one of his nipples and tugged as I continued to grind on him and he almost fell off the bed. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly. His hands came up, tangling in my hair and he spoke, “Need you, Y/N”
I reached down and guided him to my entrance, impaling myself on his hard shaft and I gave a choked cry. I began to work him over, twisting my hips and sliding myself incredibly slow up and down on his cock, and Dean began to shake and curse. He wanted hard and fast, I could tell, but that just made me go agonizingly slower. I wanted him to feel every movement.
“Stop teasing, Y/N.” he warned, his hands coming up to rest on my hips and pull me down, harder and deeper as our hips smacked together.
I looked deep into his eyes as I raised myself up so that just the tip of him remained inside me. “I need you to be all in with this, Dean. 100%. I need all the Lisas of the world to know that you are my Alpha and no one else’s.” And with this, I slammed myself down on his cock and began to ride him with a bruising rhythm.
“Dammit!” He swore. “I’m yours, Omega. Always.”
My orgasm was approaching, and I could feel his knot swelling, making it more difficult to ride him. My pussy clamped down on him like a vice, and I started to collapse on his chest with a hoarse scream of pleasure. My lips were very close to his neck, so with a quick twist of my head I leaned into him and sank my teeth into his neck and bit hard until I drew blood.
His eyes widened in surprise, and he hissed slightly in pain. I ran my tongue over the bite, lapping up the blood, the coppery taste of him filling my mouth.
“Now you’re mine,” I said smugly, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth. Dean stiffened, and a roar of pleasure escaped his lips, as he came hard, filling me with his hot cum. He quickly pulled me down to him and bit me, his teeth marking me, binding us together forever, and triggering another smaller orgasm for me. He poured into me for what seemed like forever.
I lay on his chest, small aftershocks running through me, trying to catch my breath. When I finally had control of myself I slid off and lay down next to him. I didn’t move for a long moment because I was actually afraid to look at him. When I finally turned in his direction, his eyes were warm and he was smiling. “So this happened,” I whispered with a small grin.
“You taking control like that was incredibly hot, Y/N. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He told me, his hand holding mine.
“Me too,” I whispered back. It just felt right. We fell asleep holding hands, knowing that when we woke up everything would be totally different.
My apartment was bigger and Dean’s lease was almost up, so we decided he would move in with me. After much arguing and compromising we were able to whittle our stuff down to one home’s worth. Believe me, it wasn’t easy. Dean is very attached to his stuff.
Time flew by as he worked long days getting the garage in order, but he always had me to come home to. Next week Sam is on spring break, and he is coming to visit, and I am finally going to get to meet him, not as Dean’s “friend” from Harvelle’s, but as Dean’s Omega and his mate.
Today is my one-year follow up with the Turner-Singer specialist. Dean really wanted to be there, but there was some issue at the shop that he had to deal with personally. “It’s no problem, babe. Terri said she would go with me.”
“But I’m your Alpha, I should be there.” He said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
I rolled my eyes at him. “It’s no big deal. I’ve been feeling really good. I haven’t had any further episodes. I promise I’ll tell you everything. Terri knows my entire history with this. It will be fine.”
He pulled me to him, and hugged me, kissing the top of my head. “Call me as soon as you are finished.”
“Yes, Mom. Now go to work!” I laughed, practically pushing him out the door.
He turned in the doorway before leaving. “I mean it, Omega. Call me. As soon as you are done.”
Terri met me at the office since the hospital was close to her house. This place brought back very bad memories for me. They took a bunch of tubes of blood as soon as I got there, and then we sat in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity waiting for the doctor.
“So how are things with you and Dean?” Terri asked.
“Really good. He’s been working a lot. Sam is coming to visit next week, so he’ll be home for that.”
Terri put her hand on my arm. “It’s nice to finally see you two in a good place.”
The nurse called my name and we were escorted to the doctor’s office. It was filled with books and leather and diplomas and just screamed pretension. His bedside manner hadn’t improved. “So Y/N. I ’ve had a look at your labs. Everything looks good, except for one thing. Your HCG came back positive.”
Terri and I looked at each other. “And that means?”
“You’re pregnant. Pregnancy is contraindicated for Turner-Singer patients. Given the difficulties you have had in the past, I don’t believe your body will be able to tolerate the hormone changes of pregnancy. I suggest terminating the pregnancy right away. Have you been using birth control?”
“Yes,” I said immediately. “Well, there was one time, maybe two. But I wasn’t really worried about it because I was told a few years ago I most likely couldn’t have children. I had some gynecological issues when I was younger……” My voice trailed off.
“You didn’t tell me any of this!” Terri snapped. She was right. I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me, so I hadn’t shared this with anyone. After Dean’s rut, I’d angrily told him I could have gotten pregnant because we didn’t use anything. I said it more to hurt him than because I’d actually believed I could be pregnant. I still felt guilty about that.
“Thanks, but no,” I said suddenly.
“Excuse me?” The doctor said, confused.
“I said no. I am not terminating this pregnancy.”
“Ms. Y/L/N….” The doctor began in a condescending voice.
“What she means is she needs to discuss this with her Alpha,” Terri said, glaring at me as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my chair.
“I want to see you back next week. The sooner we terminate, the better.” The doctor said, shuffling his papers. I was clearly being dismissed.
“What are you going to tell Dean?” Terri asked me as soon as we were in the hallway.
I just stared at her, because I had absolutely no idea.
This is for the “Alpha for Hire” square on my @spnabobingo card. Beta’d by the too awesome to be believed @kittenofdoomage
Part 1 (all parts are linked) My Master List
Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)
“Can I ask you a question?” I whisper to Dean as I pant heavily as though I have just run a marathon. We are still knotted together, but he has rolled onto his side, taking me with him, and I lean against his chest. He is still trying to catch his breath.
“I’m listening.”
“Why do you do this? I mean, look at you. You can have any woman you want. So why do this?” I ask quietly. This question has been burning in my mind, and I just have to know. He is silent for so long that I think he isn’t going to answer. Finally, he speaks.
“Uh, uh, Y/N.” He shakes his head. “You don’t get something for nothing. That’s not how this works. You want an answer. It’s going to cost you,” he murmurs.
“I’m already paying you. You want MORE money?” I snap, trying to push away from him.
“No. Not money, dummy. I’ll answer your question. But you have to answer a question for me in return. The same question, actually.” Oh, he thinks he’s so clever! Bastard!
“No. That’s not happening, Dean,” I tell him firmly.
“Fine. I’ll change my terms. I’ll answer your question, but you have to let me kiss you.”
I ponder this for a moment. “One kiss?”
“We can start with one,” he says noncommittally.
“Okay. Deal.”
The surprise on his face is evident as his knot loosens and I slip out of the bed and into the bathroom. He clearly never expected me to agree. But one kiss is worth the price of knowing a little more about what makes Dean tick.
When I come back, he is already dressed as usual and sitting on the bed. I come back and slide in next to him. “Do I have to kiss you before you will answer my question?” I ask in an irritated voice.
He grins at me. “You drive a hard bargain, Y/N. I’ll use my kiss when I come back, but I’ll answer your question now. Sound fair? So you want to know why I do this? Why I work for Alpha4?”
“Yes.” I can’t believe I won this easily.
“Two reasons,” he begins.
“Are you gonna tell me both?” I question him.
“For two kisses, I will,” he says with a smug grin, and I realize at that moment I have just been played.
“You sir, are a con artist!” I snap.
Dean gives me a toothy, faux-innocent smile. “Do you wanna know or not?”
“Fine,” I huff angrily, all too aware that I sound like a child. He keeps grinning and I feel an odd mixture of irritation and lust in my belly.
“First reason: I have a younger brother named Sam. He’s in college and this is what pays his tuition. Second reason: I’m a mechanic by trade, and I’m saving up to buy the garage where I used to work. I don’t plan on doin’ this forever, Y/N. This is just the means to an end. Satisfied?”
I can tell he is uncomfortable talking about himself, and our dynamic has shifted slightly. “For now,” I say with a hint of a smile.
He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. When his demeanor shifts and he moves suddenly, my stomach drops. “I have to go. I have another appointment,” He tells me as he stands up, and my smile fades. “I’ll be back in eight hours.”
“Can you make sure you shower afterward? I don’t like it when you come here smelling like another Omega,” I bite out, unable to focus my gaze on him when I hear the jealousy in my voice.
“Yes, Ma’am!” he replies cheekily. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll have plenty left for you. I just phone it in with her.”
There’s no way for me to tell if he’s joking, and I wonder if he’s phoning it in with me too. “I didn’t need to know that, Dean,” I say in a low voice, trying to conceal my irritation.
“But you wanted to,” Dean says, giving me a smirk as he walks out of the bedroom.
When he returns eight hours later I am practically crawling out of my skin, I need him so badly. I notice his hair is wet and he has changed and all I smell is his delicious apple pie scent. He is barely in the door when I am tugging on his hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.
I yank off my clothes impatiently and start to get on the bed when I feel his hand on my arm. “Lay on your back this time,” he orders.
“What? Why?” I immediately respond, my eyes darting to his in surprise.
“Do it, Omega. I want the kiss you owe me.”
I lay down on the bed, enjoying the glorious sight of Dean taking off the rest of his clothes. He really is beautiful. The bed dips as he lays on his side facing me, his hand tracing down my hip to my waist, dipping between my legs.
He runs a finger through the slick already gathered on my thighs, and slips the digit into his mouth, those plump lips of his licking it clean. “You taste so good, Y/N,” he murmurs, and I moan softly.
“Need you, Dean,” I whimper.
“I know you do, baby. But you made a deal fair and square, and I mean to collect,” he says, his low voice full of intent. I can barely breathe with the anticipation of having those plush lips against mine. I close my eyes because I don’t want him to see how much I want this.
And I gasp when I feel Dean’s lips at the junction of my thighs, his big hands gripping a thigh in each hand as he holds my legs apart. He buries his tongue deep in me, his mouth latching onto my clit and sucking hard.
The sudden and intense pleasure makes my spine go rigid and my hands grab the sheets, twisting them into knots. It’s almost more than I can take, but he is relentless. I come hard, sobbing his name, and he tongues me through my orgasm until I am so sensitive I beg him to stop and he lets me go.
“What….the…..fuck….was that?” I manage to gasp when I am finally able to speak again. “You tricked me!”
He just shrugs, his lips shiny with my sIick. “I never specified where I was going to kiss you, did I?”
“Fine. So let’s clarify,” I say shortly, so furious I can barely speak. “The other one must be a regular kiss. On my mouth. Is that clear enough?” I ask coldly; I don’t like the way I am feeling right now. This is getting too personal, and it scares me.
“Crystal. But I think I’ll save the other one. You know, Y/N, you don’t have to fight me so hard,” he whispers as he reaches up and caresses my cheek, but I shove his hand away.
“I’m never going to stop fighting you. Never,” I whisper vehemently, wishing I could believe my own words.
Smiling a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, Dean reaches for his discarded clothes. The words he spoke next made me think he was in my head, too close, that this had gone too far already.
“Who are you trying to convince? Me, or yourself?”
I’m checking my reflection in the mirror for the third time when Terri walks into my bedroom. “You look great, Y/N! Would you hurry up! You’re gonna make us late!”
“I’m sorry! I’m just really nervous,” my admission was sheepish as I finished up, turning the lamp off. “I haven’t been out with an Alpha in ages.”
There’s no lie in what I’m saying. A double date with Terri, Chris and Chris’ coworker Pete; the Alpha in question. Pete is new in town so Terri decided to fix us up - according to her, he’s a catch. We’re meeting them across town at Harvelle’s for drinks, and I’m shaking like a leaf at the thought of what I’ve agreed to.
“I have a good feeling about tonight, Sis,” Terri comments as we walk to her car. “Maybe Pete will be the one and you’ll finally have an Alpha of your own. Then you can stop using that service for good.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I say with fake enthusiasm, determined not to think about Dean tonight.
Things start off promising. Pete is tall and dark haired with pretty blue eyes. I like the look of him, and he seems to like me, and the conversation flows easily between us. I try to ignore the twinge of annoyance when he orders me a drink without even asking me what I want.
“So Pete, where are you from originally?” Terri asks him.
“St. Louis. I was in a relationship that ended, and I wanted a fresh start, so I took the job here.”
I don’t know what prompted me to blurt this out, but I immediately say, “I’m so sorry! What happened?” Terri gives me a hard look like ‘what the fuck, Y/N’?
Pete looks down at his drink. “I wanted her to quit working after we got married like a good Omega should, and she wanted a career.”
“Like a good Omega should?” I said quietly.
Terri’s eyes got wide and she gave me a pleading look that screamed: “please don’t freak out, we are in public!”
I was about to tell Pete that he could take his “good Omega” and stick it where the sun don’t shine when I suddenly smell cinnamon and apples. It’s like a fresh breeze on a humid day, and I know; Dean is here somewhere. I start frantically scanning the room for him when I hear his voice behind me. “Hey, Y/N.”
Whirling around with a stumble, I shriek his name a little louder than I should have. “Dean!” He’s with another man, even taller than him, younger with longer hair and a kind smile. There’s a resemblance there - is this the brother?
“Introduce us to your friend, Y/N,” Terri interjects, giving Dean a big smile and a look that tells me there will be an interrogation later.
“Um, Dean. This is my sister, Terri, and her boyfriend Chris. And this…this is Pete.” It’s always smooth to add your date almost as an afterthought. “This is my” gigalo…. Fuck buddy….casual sex partner… “…my friend, Dean.”
“Her date,” Pete interjects, locking eyes with the other Alpha, and I swear Dean growls at him under his breath.
“This is my brother Sam. It’s nice to meet you all. Sorry to interrupt.” Dean tears his eyes from Pete’s and gives me a long look that makes me shiver. “It’s nice to see you, Y/N. I’ll let you get back to your DATE.” He doesn’t move until Sam yanks his arm and they walk away.
Shortly afterward I fake a headache and end the night early. Pete seems disappointed, but know he is looking for an Omega to sit home and wait on him and have his pups “like a good Omega should”.
I’m very quiet during the drive home. And Terri can’t help herself. “So, how do you know Dean? I would have remembered you mentioning being friends with an Alpha who looks like THAT,” she commented.
My heart is pounding in my chest; I have never been able to lie to my sister, and I knew this time would be no different. “I….We…Well….. I don’t want to talk about Dean,” I stammer, blushing scarlet and avoiding her eyes like she was Medusa.
Terri has always been way too smart for her own good. “Wait……You only act like this around guys you….Oh my god, Y/N! Have you SLEPT with him? You have, haven’t you?”
“I…What? Shut Up!” I try to laugh her off, but it sounds fake even to my own ears.
“If you were sleeping with a hot Alpha like him, then you wouldn’t need that service……” I see the exact moment when she puts two and two together and figures it out. I immediately burst into tears, sobbing so hard she pulls over.
Her arms are around me before I can say anything, and she knows my secret. “Oh, Sis. This is so screwed up. Have you fallen for him? What are you going to do?” she asks, pulling back and looking me in my swollen and red eyes.
hahah well everyone knows my daddy kink is absolutely diabolical so there’s that…i’m quite into voyeurism and light bdsm (no nipple clamps thanks) so like spanking, choking, hair pulling, slapping; shit like that. oh and knife play which is pretty extreme but holy christ 🤤
i also have an incredibly weird fetish about men’s arms and like, when they wear big watches?? is that even a thing?? like imagine leo in wolf of wall street wearing that tight little white t-shirt with his tanned arms and that big gold rolex - god i’m sweating 🤤but yeah um that?
