Characters/Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Pregnant!Reader
Word count: 2313
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics,smut, slight breath play, knotting (mild?), foul language, labor inducing sex, water braking, NO labor, Fluff.
This one here is my first ever a/b/o piece and I think last, and because of that I didn’t want get in the middle of the messy (but super hot) stuff. So this is about a stablished coupple who already been through all that.
This is my entry for a compìlation of 4 different challeneges first time doing that too, so I hope this makes sense.
@dr-deanA/B/O Challenge, song prompt: ‘Build me up, Buttercup’ by The Foundations.
@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymynameOrion’s 1k Celebration Challenge, movie prompt: ‘That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!’ FAQ about time travel.
@babypieandwhiskeyCam’s 200 writing challenge, Prompt: ‘Can I please con to the bathroom alone.’
@impalaimaginingSmut-entine’s day kink challenge, prompts: Pregnancy and Breath play.
“That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!”
Your lips move in sync with the movie and you laugh at poor Ray; Pete will never stop being an ass. You feel the slight annoyance again and that familiar pressure on the bladder. You turn off the tv, with a puff and an eye roll you get up, gently, bit by bit and walk down the hall to the bathroom, for the fourth or fifth time tonight.
The toilet lid is cold, making you shudder. Looking down at your feet, you realize you can’t see anything past that sticking-out belly button; it looks so weird and dark, and every time you cough or laugh it goes even further out.
On the way back to the bedroom you yawn, bare feet stumping against the tiled floor, sounding heavy. Hating the fact you walk like a doped duck, you stop to catch your breath.
With a sigh, you sit back on the edge of the bed and stare at the bright red light on the night stand, 2:44, carefully enough not to wake up the sleeping alpha on the other side, although he wouldn’t wake up because of you plopping down next to him.
Summary: Dean and Y/N’s daughter wants to get a pet, but she doesn’t quite understand how to take care of it.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1155
Beta: The wonderous @idreamofhazel
Warnings: So much fluff
A/N: Written for @babypieandwhiskey challenge, prompt is bolded. Enjoy all the Star Wars references!
Earlier this morning you, Dean, and your daughter Leia went to the pet store to pick out a fish. Leia was ready for the responsibility of a pet. Being only four years old, a puppy would be too much work for her and Dean would not allow us to bring a cat home. Besides, Leia loved the idea of an animal that could live and breath in the water.
The three of you were eating dinner, or inhaling rather. You took your time to savor the meal that Dean made, as Leia sucked it down; she said she wanted to go be with her new fish. And Dean, well, he always inhaled his food.
You and Dean finished cleaning up from dinner when he went to go call Sam and then look for Leia. After you finished the dishes you started to make your way to the library, where you knew your daughter would be with her new fish, when you heard Dean say, “Leia, put the goldfish back in the fish tank, right now.”
Turning the corner you saw Leia stomp her foot with her new fish in the palm of her tiny, little hand, “But daddy, I want to pet him! He’s my friend!”
Giving your daughter a stern look you said, “Leia, listen to your father.”
Leia rolled her eyes and pouted, “Fine, I’ll put Chewy back in his tank, but he doesn’t like you any more daddy!” Leia stormed off to her room, slamming the door before you could say another word.
“Chewy?” Dean asked with a chuckle, “That’s what she named her fish?”
Walking over to Dean you sighed, “Yeah, she looks up to you babe. She wants to be just like her daddy.”
for @babypieandwhiskey Cam’s
Things Writing Challenge. I chose the prompt-Bend over so I can wipe your butt, with the pairing Dean x Reader (was going to be male, but I went with gender neutral)
Characters: Dean, Y/n
Pairing: Dean x Y/n (gender neutral)
Warnings: Fluffiness, Dean being all Deanie, cuteness, possible grossness with mentions of poop and stuff, I don’t know if that’s a warning, people being way comfortable around each other. Just fluff really.
Word Count: 1478
Summary: Dean needs to be taken care of, but sometimes, he doesn’t like asking for help.
A/N: Ok, so it was meant to be a male reader, but I never used any specifying words, so I guess it’s gender neutral. Just a load of fluff. That’s all. Hope u like it!!
The moron had decided he’d break an arm and sprained a wrist
on the last hunt.
Of course, before even more bones could be broken, you’d
shot the damn ghost while Sam burnt the shitty necklace it had latched itself
Helping Dean up, you called Cas’ cell phone, but he was
busy. Way too busy, looking for Lucifer. This naturally meant most of the time,
he ended up arriving a few days late, unless he knew for a fact that it was an
emergency, at which point he’d drive back right away.
Unfortunately for you, in Cas’ opinion, this wasn’t an
emergency. Despite Dean yelling that he was dying, Cas refused to drive back,
stating Dean could just rest and heal in hospital.
You knew he was being all melodramatic, but you still wished
Chuck had healed Cas’ wings instead of the goddamn devils wings. That way you
wouldn’t have had to deal with Dean acting like a damn child over a broken arm
and a sprained wrist.