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yasharose · 1 year
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Full on moans are great, but you want to know what else is great?
The little gasps and the whispered "fuck". The uncontrolled "mmmmm" or hearing "oh my god" quickly escape from their lips. It almost feels like I'm stealing those pleasure sounds and it's so delicious.
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foodiebimbo · 2 months
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fatyokolittner · 9 months
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F-Fat!!?! Me? Tubby??? I WEIGH 165. Thank you very much *Burps*
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winchester-girl67 · 11 months
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Cravings (Part 2)
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Summary: Post-claim, Dean and the reader enjoy a lazy day at her place when she tells him that she wants to bite him back.
Part 1
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, Baker!Dean x pregnant!reader
Square: True mates @spnaubingo​
Word Count: 3,529
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, non-traditional true mates, pregnant reader (Dean is not the father), unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, morning sickness, mentioned/implied one night stand, mature themes, smut adjacent touching/kissing/cuddling, implied smut, light/brief smut, language, mostly fluff
A/N: For those of you who wanted more of these two. Sorry this took so long, I haven't been able to write much lately. Also written for @spnaubingo​. Enjoy!
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"Hmm, you like that?"
"Oh my gosh... Yes, Alpha. Harder!" You ordered and he happily obliged.
Then you whimpered, your foot jerked and Dean froze, "Are you okay, Y/N? Is it too much?"
"Don't stop," You sing-songed and he chuckled between purrs as he continued to circle his thumbs. "Right there, so strong, Alpha. I love you."
"Wow, you're really enjoying this," he hummed, taking pleasure in giving you pleasure.
"Mhm," you nodded, "I can't remember the last time someone massaged my feet. This feels A-MA-ZING!"
Your hums started to vibrate in your chest, you couldn't remember a time where anyone had been this attentive with you. Your eyes watered a little but you were too content to let the tears fall.
The pregnancy had your feet and ankles so swollen already and you didn't even have to say anything for Dean to notice. One of the many benefits of your new bond. He just felt what you felt and vice versa.
Even during Dean's rut -which only lasted a couple days, just long enough to get you both out of spending Christmas with family- when he mated you for the first time, he was tender and loving. You tried to present for him but he flipped you over onto your back, wanting to feel every inch of what was about to be his. Forever. Every promise of what your future together held.
Then he bit and you were claimed.
That was near two weeks ago now and Dean hadn't spent a single night at his house since. All that was left was to officially move him into your house and make it a home.
There was really no reason to wait, no second thoughts on the claiming from either of you either. Dean agreed to move since he knew moving a pregnant omega could be upsetting and enough had already changed quite quickly. He was just happy you accepted the change; having an alpha in your life, in your house, when you said you never wanted one.
Dean was different, though. He wasn't your typical breed, you would've thought alphas like him didn't exist anymore; if he wasn't currently digging his fingers into your flesh in the most pleasurable -non-sexual, for the most part- way right now.
You didn't have to let him claim you, because he would never force you, and he was determined to show you he loved you endlessly for it. For choosing him.
Your house was also slightly bigger and had your scent infused into the walls and carpeting. It wasn't a hard sell to a rutting alpha at the time. Plus, this way he would be able to sell his house to his brother who'd been searching for a home for a while with his mate. They were trying to expand their family themselves, but hadn't had much luck lately.
Dean talked about his little brother a lot but you hadn't met him, or Jess. Sam and Dean planned to move over his stuff soon though, so you'd get to meet them then.
You were nervous because Sam wasn't apparently all that thrilled about you joining their pack without being introduced to you first. Dean explained that it had less to do with you and more to do with his dating history. Dean's past with omegas rivalled yours with alphas. Apparently the wrong omegas take advantage of tender alphas.
He was your forever. You wouldn't do anything to hurt him, you were a team, a partnership and you're supposed to build and grow together not tear each other down. Sam would see that when he met you.
Dean's hands slid up your legs, his strong fingers massaging the muscles of your calves and you felt like you were melting back into the couch. All you could think of was watching him make bread yesterday at the bakery. The way he folded and kneaded the dough in front of you. Except now you were the dough and his palms gripped and molded the soft flesh of your legs.
You never wanted this to stop.
You didn't even notice when you completely sunk onto your back, lengthways, until Dean's hands slid higher up your legs to your hips as he crawled over you. One of his palms felt the skin of your inner thigh as he pushed up your maternity dress with the other, revealing your swollen belly.
"Fuck. You're a sight, sweetheart." He sighed happily, sitting between your legs and holding a palm on your bump.
The pup rolled and Dean followed the movement until he felt a little kick on the side of your stomach. He purred so loud you almost thought he was growling, if it wasn't for his almost unbearably sweet scent -it was a far turn from the salty musk when you first met him, he was happy now- and he bent over you to place a kiss to your belly, below your navel and to the side. You loved him like this, already bonding with the pup as if it were his own.
As far as you both were concerned, the pup was his now; blood had nothing to do with it. His claim included every extension of you, you could feel it. You were a family.
Gosh, he was a beautiful man. If more alphas were like him, less omegas would feel the need to suppress their natural cycles. You often wondered how nobody snatched him up before you did. You were beyond thankful no one did.
"You're carrying high," Dean determined, feeling up your stomach with both hands.
"And," you laughed and caught his wrists as he roamed higher up your dress towards your swollen breasts.
"That means, it's a girl." He smiled softly and leaned over you to kiss you on the lips as he held your ribs. You hadn't found out the pup's gender yet, you wanted to be surprised. "I fucking love you. So fucking much. Fuck."
Tears welled in his forest green eyes and he swallowed his purrs with his emotions. He cleared his throat and kissed you again. His mouth hugged your bottom lip with a quiver and his tongue licked the tip of your nose when he pulled away. He didn't like letting you see his emotions get the best of him and he was trying to distract you, but with the bond you felt everything he was feeling. Fear and excitement but mostly a need for comfort, a reassurance in your new bond.
You tangled your fingers in his soft hair and moved his head to the crook of your neck, where your mating gland was. He turned his face and pressed his nose to the claim, inhaling and fermenting your bond instantly with a single scent.
A calm rushed over him and you tugged him up by his hair for a needy kiss. Dean groaned, his chest heating and lungs rumbling against you with a violent, growling purr.
"Alpha," you whimpered against his lips, wanting more of him.
He gave 'alpha' every meaning of the word.
Instinct took him over and he pushed your dress up your chest, exposing your breasts. His lips found your puckered flesh as he massaged the tension from your sensitive mounds.
Forget dough, you were putty in his massive and capable hands. His fingers worked every inch of you like he read your mind. But you still whimpered, needing more.
"I know, Omega, I know." He cooed, "I got you, baby. It's okay."
He tugged your panties down your legs, throwing them aside to the floor and slotted himself back between your thighs. His sweatpants, still separating your skin from each other and you snapped at him.
Dean laughed and leaned over to kiss you again.
You scented him and your teeth ached with a need to claim him -which you still hadn't done, it didn't need to be done to cement the bond and alphas typically didn't like to bear a claiming mark- but you refrained, now wasn't the time. You didn't want him to reject the claim, so you'd bring it up when your heads were clearer.
You clenched your jaw shut instead and enjoyed his touch.
After your little romp in the living room, you watched Dean make dinner as he strained the pot of spaghetti over the sink.
"D," you said, "you do know that carrying high doesn't mean anything, right? It's an old wives' tale. We could still be having a boy."
"I know," he shrugged, rinsing off the pasta and shutting off the element to the stove, turning the second one down to let the tomato sauce simmer. "I just have a gut feeling."
You knew Dean wanted a girl, a little princess to spoil rotten, but you wouldn't be heartbroken if you got a little prince instead. Either way, you could always try again for the one you didn't get. You always wanted to fill your home with lots of pups, eventually move out to the country with a picket fence, a big yard for them to run wild in and a long driveway to learn how to ride their bikes.
It was a dream you gave up on long ago but Dean revived it just by being himself.
"How much do you think I eat?" You gawked at the super-sized bowl of pasta Dean served you.
You were a little over five months pregnant, but it was still a lot of food.
"The pup needs the nutrition. Just eat what you can." He said and kissed your forehead.
Dean spooned some sauce on top of your mountain of spaghetti, holding the lid of the pot under the spoon as he did so. You beamed up at him, getting butterflies like the first day you knocked on his door and padding away to the table with your bowl of pasta like a trophy.
Dean was the real trophy, but you liked the food, too.
He served himself next, using a plate instead because he liked to cut the noodles. You told yourself it was because he was a baker, not a chef; a real chef would never cut spaghetti. You liked the bowl because it made less of a mess when you twirled the noodles onto your fork.
Dean joined you at the table and hummed around his food, clearly happy with his recipe. You, on the other hand, thought something was missing after your first forkful. It just tasted off.
"Something wrong with the food, sweetheart?" He mumbled, slurping bits of spaghetti back into his mouth that tried to escape as he spoke. "Want me to make you something else?"
"No, no," you waved him off, the man was catering to no end when it came to your cravings. "It's just missing something."
You padded back to the adjoined kitchen and Dean studied you as you searched the cupboards, not really even sure yourself what you were looking for.
Until you found it.
You made your way back over to the table with your prize in hand. A clear plastic case, housing round, golden-wrapped, hazelnut and wafer chocolates. Dean stared with a grin plastering his cheeks as you unwrapped three of them and stuck them on top of your pasta mountain.
The chocolate immediately started to melt in the heated tomato sauce and it smelt heavenly. Your mouth watered and you sniffed the air above your bowl.
"Mmm," Dean hummed hesitantly like he wasn't sure if that was going to satisfy you or make you sick, but he didn't stop you.
You twirled equal amounts spaghetti and melted-chocolate-meatball onto your fork, shoving it into your mouth before it fell into your lap. You chewed for a moment -watching Dean take another bite of his chopped meal and swallow- before you decided you couldn't and spit it back into your bowl.
"Yuck," you groaned, wiping the taste from your tongue with your palm. "Ugh. Sorry, D, I can't eat this."
That was not heavenly tasting, it was disgusting.
"That's all right, tell me what you want instead and I'll make it." He said, standing from his seat to give you a peck on the cheek and clear away your plate when you heaved at the smell.
Morning sickness never really went away, it just got sneakier.
Your tastebuds were off today and Dean made a series of your favourites, which you ultimately couldn't eat, before you settled on toast. After your first slice, though, you followed your nose and let the pup tell you what it wanted, that included toast with a dollop of honey and a mashed banana spread.
Dean reheated his meal, finally content you had something to eat and smiled at his happy omega.
After dinner, you crawled into your king-sized bed to watch a little TV comfortably with your mate. The nest of blankets and pillows had only gotten bigger with the addition of Dean's bedding -which he'd been slowly moving over a little at a time, same with his clothing, which packed the walk-in closet full of flannels. The rest of his stuff was left waiting for Sam to come by to help, although you suspected most of Dean's furniture would be left behind for his brother, who was living in an apartment at the moment and didn't have a lot of furniture to begin with.
You snuggled into Dean, barely giving him any room to get comfortable and threw your leg over his, pushing your knee into the space between his thighs so your hips hugged his leg. Dean was used to being used as your body pillow by now and he purred, nuzzling the top of your head. He flipped on a baking competition show for some background noise and you placed your hand over his heart to feel the strong thump against your palm.
A calm washed over you that you knew came from him and the claim and you lightly scratched your nails over his ribs lovingly. Your alpha was content and you fucking loved being able to feel every emotion without having to scent him like before. That being said, you still loved the sweet, warm scent of him when he was truly happy.
You slid your hand under his shirt and palmed the love handle above his hip. Squishy, warm flesh filled your palm and you dug your nails in possessively. Dean growled when you gripped a little too hard. He was all muscle but he didn't need to be sculpted with rock hard abs to prove it, he was soft and hard in all the right places and you loved his tummy.
"You okay, Y/N?" Dean asked and stopped purring.
You realized he was probably picking up on a little insecurity coming from you. You didn't even notice that was what you were feeling until he asked. Something was on your mind though.
"D, do you think we're true mates?" You asked, nuzzling his scruffy chin with your nose.
"Honestly, I don't know." Dean wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to lay half on top of him.
You tried to adjust your swollen belly so you weren't making him uncomfortable but he just tugged you back in closer. Your leg still nestled between his but your bump now pressing into his hip.
"But," you started but stopped and instead laid your head on his big shoulder.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
You couldn't hide anything off feeling with this bond, that was going to take some getting used to.
"What if another omega comes along and they're your true true mate, meanwhile you've already claimed me?" You muttered, brushing your fingers over his unmarked mating gland.
Typically only omegas bore the claim, but you would've liked him to have one, too. A mark that meant he was yours.
"I. Love. You."
"But-"
"No buts. It's a fairytale, Omega." He growled, not liking your implication.
You pulled your hand away from his gland and wiggled your hips until he released you and let you roll onto your side, facing away from him. It didn't happen often, but you didn't like when he took that tone with you.
The alpha tone.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, I just don't want you ever to think I'll leave you, for any reason. I love you, that means something to me." He sighed and rolled over to tuck you into his chest as he spooned you from behind. He kissed the crown of your head and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you grounded to him. "I mean, it's a little ridiculous to think that an alpha and omega will find and make each other happy just because it was meant to happen and they're instantly attracted to each other. If true mates are real, and that's a big 'IF', it's just about compatibility but even compatible people need to put work into their relationship. There's zero guarantee of a perfect romance, no matter what, and just because you're true mates, doesn't mean you'll make each other happy. A neglected mate is a neglected mate, despite the amount of stars that had to align in order to pair them together. So let me ask you this, are you happy with me, Omega?"
"Absolutely, I am." You sniffled and found his hand on your waist, sliding your fingers between his large ones. "Are you happy with us, Alpha?"
"Incredibly so." He kissed down your cheek and nuzzled your claim, teasing it with his teeth. You shivered and purred softly at his nips. "Then to answer your original question... because I'm happy and I know we'll never give up on each other even on our worst day, despite our imperfections, and because I am truly, deeply, helpless in love with you. Both of you." He moved your entwined hands to rest on your bump, "Yes, I believe that makes us true mates... And it doesn't hurt that you smell so good."
"I wanna bite you," you breathed.
Dean laughed hard and his chest shook against your back, "What was that, my little Omega?"
You hardly felt little these days, being practically swollen everywhere, but you liked the way he saw you.
"I want to claim you, too." You explained and turned in his arms to face him.
He brushed the hair from your cheek behind your ear, "We're already bonded, Y/N, it won't change anything if that's what you're thinking. The bond only cements feelings that are already there and links us together through our emotions, we already have that."
"I know, but- I just always told myself that if I was claimed, I would claim my alpha back." You said, wetting your lips and circling your fingertips over his gland again.
"You want to claim me, for the sake of claiming me?"
"I want to claim you because when you marry, you both wear rings." You murmured, placing small kisses over his gland and trying to entice him.
"We could just get married-"
"Is my big alpha afraid of a little bite?" You chuckled against his skin and you felt him flush against your lips.
"Pfft, no." He said unconvincingly.
"I'll make it enjoyable," you promised, pushing him onto his back and crawling on top of him. "You won't even feel it."
It wasn't a lie. If you claimed him the same way he claimed you, it would feel like a pinch at most. You nipped at his neck and felt a nervous shiver race through his body, your teeth nibbling his flesh.
"I won't do it if you don't want me to." You kissed the burning skin covering his mating gland and he shuttered again.
"I want you to claim me, Omega." He said and you met his gorgeous, green eyes. Then he teased, "Just, please, be gentle. It's my first time, sweetheart. But I trust you, baby."
He pushed his sweatpants down and your nightie up to your hips, then rocked into you and before long, you fell into him and bit. Your claim marring the perfect, freckled skin of his neck beautifully.
You licked at the mark as you laid on top of him, satiated as you cleaned away the few drops of blood despite the gross copper taste on your tongue. He'd done the same for you with your claim, something in the saliva of alphas and omegas help it heal quicker and not get infected.
You hummed against him, your belly pressing into his and your breasts flattened against his ribcage. Both your chests rumbling with a harmonized purr.
None of this was in the cards for you, not if you thought about it months ago. It's incredible how much can change in such a short amount of time.
"I still wanna marry you," Dean murmured in your ear.
His nose trailed down to your neck and buried into your scent. Dewy skin making the smell stronger as big hands roamed up your nightie and over your bare back. He held you to him gently like you'd float away if he let go, or pop if he held too tight.
Dean was a gentle giant of an alpha and he was all yours.
"Okay."
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weshney · 1 year
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AU where highly poisonous things just start tasting delicious to Danny. To the point where he starts grazing on local vegetation just to see what has the best flavor. Getting weirder and weirder cravings for things that should absolutely NOT be eaten.
Things that will kill you.
Sam is fucking delighted. She wants to know what all the highly dangerous things in her greenhouse taste like to Danny and starts keeping a journal. Maybe she can grow his favorites in higher quanties. As a treat.
But like. Imagine if Casper had a botany class. And someone stayed after school to water everything. Then just caught him casually munching on Bittersweet Nightshade.
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Ice Cream Craving
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simmireen · 2 years
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because I can’t make anything different apparently...  as someone said on twitter about me making somewhat the same poses over and over ~ if it’s not broken, no need to fix it  ♥ 'cravings’ ~ a tinybit nsfw 15 sexy, cute and a tinybit hot couple poses for your lovers on a double bed ♥
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The poses work with Teleport any Sim and Andrew’s Pose Player The posepack is as usual provided with previews. These poses are somewhat gender-neutral, but there can be minor clipping or floating because every sim-body is different. I really would like to see if you use my poses! So tag me at tumblr, instagram or twitter (@simmireen) Terms of use Don’t claim as yours or put behind a paywall Don’t re-edit (also not for blender-renders without my approval) Don’t reupload Oh, and let me know if something doesn’t work! @ts4-poses @emilyccfinds @sssvitlanz thank you for reblogging <3
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