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What Goes Bump in the Night - 7

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, Victorian social dynamics, allusions to non-consent and dubious consent, dominance/submission, slow burn with eventual smut, suspense/horror/gore themes.

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You’re woken by the sounds of yelling coming from downstairs. It takes several seconds to recall the events of the last twelve hours, and you raise a hand to your throat, feeling the bruises that have formed overnight. Swallowing is slightly less painful, thanks to the tea Sam’s made you drink, but your cheek aches terribly.

Standing, you tiptoe slowly to the door, listening intently. John and Sam are yelling at each other.

“I don’t care what she did or didn’t do, you should have claimed the bitch the night you bought her! None of this would have happened if you put a mark on her! Now we’ve got a hunter dead and enough witnesses to bring you down for murder!”

Sam interjects, his voice loud and clear. “I wasn’t aware that Nick would even be here. I did my job as her Alpha to protect her, and I can’t claim her without her trust—”

“You don’t need her trust! Omegas are made to serve, not to be listened to. I already branded the bitch for you, do I have to knot her for you, too?” John’s voice echoes up the staircase, as if he knows you can hear and wants his words to hit home. “Your mother understood.”

“My mother never wanted me!” Sam bellows. “I was born because of your sick belief that an Omega is nothing but a breeder! She killed herself because of y—”

You hear the sound of glass hitting the floor, and then Dean yelling “dad, stop!” There’s a vague threat growled, from who, you can’t tell, and then the sound of the library door slamming. Footsteps echo on the stairs, and you quickly scamper away, walking around to the table where your tea from the night before sits cold.

Sam enters just as you raise the cup to your lips. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes have the same backlit glow as they always do when he’s ticked off. His demeanor changes in an instant the moment he sees you standing.

“You should be in bed,” he says calmly.

You bow your head. “I woke up… heard you and your father fighting.”

Sam rubs his forehead, but doesn’t press the issue. He crosses the room quickly and pushes your hair away from your face. His eyes narrow at the sight of the purple bruises on your skin. “Christ…”

“I’m sorry for being a problem,” you say, your voice wavering as tears spring to your eyes. “I know I should have let you claim me, I never thought that it would cause all of this.”

“No.” Sam strokes your unharmed cheek with his thumb. “No, this was not your fault. Nick was always a dangerous, reckless man and it was only a matter of time before something did him in. He made his choices and paid the price for them. My father shouldn't have allowed him to come and I thought he was on a case in Greece.”

You sniff, looking timidly up at him. “So it was an accident?”

He nods, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat. “Yes, it was an accident.”

He hugs you gently to his chest, one arm wrapped around your shoulders as he gently sways back and forth. You allow a few tears to escape before pulling back and gingerly wiping your eyes. Sam lets you go, watching solemnly as you sink into the chair and pull the cold tea towards you again.

“I’ll get breakfast,” Sam says, “and I’ll bring some more medicine for your bruises, it’ll help them heal faster.”

He leaves you sitting by the window and takes the steps quickly, heading down the hallway to the kitchen. Dean’s leaning against the counter, a chipped mug of coffee in one hand, the morning paper in the other.

“Anything in the papers?” Sam sets the tea kettle and cast iron pan on the stove and starts preparing a tray. There isn’t much to eat; with the events of the night before, no morning shopping has been done, and Sam can only find a few more slices of bacon, bread, and butter.

“Nothing.” Dean’s answer is hard and clipped. “How’s Y/N?”

Sam tenses at the sound of your name coming from another Alpha’s mouth. “Hurt. Nick hit her a couple times, choked her, ripped her bloomers open.” He shakes his head.

“No broken bones?” Dean answers.

“No.”

Dean chuckles. “Not hurt enough to not claim, then.” He stiffens when Sam rounds on him, nothing but rage in his eyes. “Seriously, you need to put a goddamn mark on her. Dad’s pissed, and frankly, I am too. If Nick had a family, they’d be askin’ all sorts of questions and you’d probably go to prison for murder. You know what happens to Alphas in there?”

Sam growls. “She’s going to be in heat in a few days. I’ll claim her then, but she’s scared and hurt and I won’t take advantage of that.” He steps towards Dean, squaring his shoulders to assert his height and dominance. “And if you so much as sniff her, I swear to God—”

“Yeah, I know, you’ll cut my knot off.” Dean rolls his eyes and tosses the paper onto the small round table. “Just do whatever you can to get back on terms with dad, he’s not happy with you or her.”

“I’m not worried about it.” Sam turns back to the stove. “The minute he sees a claim on Y/N’s neck it’ll be one less thing for him to piss about.”

***

Three days later, you wake up with a fever and cramping in your lower belly. When you move, you can feel slick pooling between your thighs. It’s your heat, not in full swing, but surely well on its way. Sam stirs behind you, woken by you rolling out of his hold, and his eyes snap open the moment he catches the scent of your heat.

“Omega,” he says, his voice hoarse with sleep as he reaches out for you, “Christ, you smell good.”

You scramble away from him towards the edge of the bed. “Don’t.”

Sam grunts and ruts his hips into the mattress, his nostrils flaring. “You’re in heat.”

You whimper and press a hand against your lower belly as another cramp wracks your body. “Please, Sam, no.”

He issues another predatory growl before sitting up and pushing the covers off his hips. His cock is hard, tinted light red, and you can see the dark flesh of his knot at the base. You haven’t touched him since the day he’d first made you service him, and the primal drive inside of you is begging to touch him again.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” he answers stiffly, “unless you want me to relieve myself here.”

Your cheeks burn as you bring your knees up to your chest. Sam vanishes into the bathroom and closes the door. You curl into yourself, hoping against hope that Sam’s able to keep his urges at bay until you’re ready for him.

***

Sam stays with you all day long, only leaving to make tea and lunch when your stomach finally growls. You manage sleep through most of it, only waking up during particularly painful waves of cramps.

Soon after the sun sets, however, you can tell that Sam’s getting antsy, and your Omega’s soft pleads have become violent screams to be satiated.

You’ve just emerged from a cold bath to find him pacing in front of the bed, rubbing a hand over the front of his linen pants.

“Alpha?”

He turns at the sound of your meek voice. “Yes?”

You swallow thickly. “I… I think I might need you now.”

His stony expression relaxes into a soft smile. He meets you halfway, reaching up to cup your face. There’s still faint traces of your injuries there, but they pale in the lamplight. He towers over you, his presence strong and dominating, but his touches are feather light.

Suddenly, before he can make any other moves, he breaks out into a short burst of laughter.

“What is it?” You furrow your brow, wondering if you’ve still got soap on your face. “Is something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “In all the time you’ve been here, I’ve never kissed you.”

Your cheeks flush warm. “Is there a reason why?”

Sam chuckles. “Just never thought you wanted me to.” His thumbs stroke your cheeks. “Would you like me to now?”

You take a shaky breath and press your palms against his chest. “Yes.”

Sam lowers his head, bending slightly to meet you as you stretch up on your toes. He nuzzles your cheek with the tip of his nose, giving a gentle nudge until you tip your head back.

His lips are warm and soft on yours, and your knees nearly give out when the feeling sends a warm wave of heat between your thighs. Slowly, the two of you find a rhythm, and it’s only when you reach up to rub your fingers over Sam’s shoulders that he pulls away, scooping his hands under your bare thighs and lifting you off the ground. He crosses to the bed in three long strides and crawls onto it, laying you down underneath him.

“Do you want me?” he asks, hovering over you. “Do you want me inside you?”

Driven by your heat, you nod quickly. “Yes, Alpha, I want you.”

Sam darts his tongue over his lower lip and leans back, undoing the tie of his pants and shoving them off. His cock bounces between his legs, harder than ever and flushed with arousal. The tip leaks with beads of clear fluid, and Sam swipes a finger over it, emitting a soft grunt.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He shifts so that when he lies down, his head rests perfectly between your thighs. You shiver as he trails kisses down the insides of your thighs and growls at the scent of your cunt.

The first drag of his tongue through your folds makes you arch up off the bed with a soft whimper. Heat floods through you when Sam wraps his lips around the most sensitive part of you, and he slings his forearms over your hips, holding you still. Your fingers twist in the sheets as he holds you down, working your sex with expert precision.

“Sam,” you whine his name when his hands slide up to cup your breasts, massaging the soft mounds. He only replies with a growl and quick swirl of his tongue. The sounds coming from between your legs are downright obscene, wet sucks and kisses that echo in the large room. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pulls back, lips glistening with your slick.

“Such a sweet little cunt,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “But I want you cumming on my cock this first time.”

He pushes your legs back, spreading you open so he can notch the thick tip of his length at your entrance. You whimper when he lowers his hips, slowly pressing between your folds. There’s a resistance that burns when he pushes past it, and you scream when he sinks in to the root, his pelvis coming nearly flush with yours. It hurts, and you wonder if he’ll split you open. You’re made to take an Alpha by nature, but if you’d thought Sam was big in your hand, it’s nothing compared to what he feels like inside you.

“Shh,” Sam soothes you with soft kisses and strokes of his thumbs on your cheeks. “It’ll stop hurting in a minute.” He presses a warm kiss to your lips, moaning at the sound of your desperate sob when he throbs inside you.

You grit your teeth and dig the tips of your fingers into Sam’s back as the burning stretch fades. Your thighs relax around his hips, and he looks deep into your eyes, breathing heavily. “Sam… Alpha…”

He presses the tip of his nose against yours. “I’ve got you.”

He braces his hands over your shoulders, holding himself over you as he rolls his hips back. You feel him moving, a hot, thick, wet slide as he pulls out. His thrust back in is long, but powerful enough to make your entire body jolt. He lets out a loud grunt as he slowly falls into a rhythm, in, out, in, out, in, out, until you’re gasping and squeezing his sides with your knees. The pain from just minutes before has become warm bursts of pleasure that make you writhe and arch as Sam drives his cock deep into you with rough, passionate thrusts.

With a huff, he shoves a hand down between your bodies and rubs the sweet nub that makes every bit of you tingle, and this time he doesn’t muffle your gasping cry. He wants the entire house to hear what he’s doing to you.

“You want it harder?” he asks, his voice deep and breathy. When you nod, he plants his knees into the mattress and roughly bucks his hips, making his cock nearly punch into your pussy. You toss your head back, mouth stretched into a wide O as pleasure builds between your legs, making you pulse and clench uncontrollably.

“That’s it,” Sam urges, “let it out, sweetheart, let me hear you.”

He quickens his fingers, and something inside of you breaks. Heat ravages your body, making you shake violently as gasps and moans fly from your lips. It’s like nothing you’ve felt before, and for a brief second you feel like you might faint.

It’s over almost as quickly as it began, and Sam pauses when you let out a strangled cough. As soon as your breathing returns to normal, you feel your chest tighten up. Tears fill your eyes, but this time, Sam smiles when they slide from the corners of your eyes and drip into your hairline.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, “you’re squeezing me so tight… that your first one?”

You shudder as an aftershock flows through you. “Wh-what? First one?”

“That was your first orgasm, sweetheart.” He chuckles and kisses both of your cheeks. “You like it?”

You nod weakly and rub your fists over your eyes. “It was intense.”

Sam hums and rocks his hips forward. “Your next one will be better.”

He presses a heated kiss to your throat and pulls out. You let him flip you onto your hands and knees, and when he skims a palm up the dip of your spine, you arch your back to present for him.

“Mmm,” he runs his thumbs down the cleft of your ass, spreading your pussy lips. “You have the prettiest little cunt.”

He slides back into you with a throaty groan. One hand spreads out between your shoulder blades, the other thudding onto the mattress by your head. His hips snap against your ass, and you shudder under the force. He’s growing rough, and you feel his restraint beginning to dissolve.

“Oh, God,” you choke on your gasp as Sam shoves your hair off your shoulder, exposing bare skin. “Oh, fuck, Sam…”

The grunt that leaves Sam’s throat is loud and feral. He grabs your waist with both hands, holding you up as he pounds even harder. Your body jerks with the motion of his thrusts, and all you can do is hold onto the covers and let your moans and cries and whimpers come free.

Sam only makes it a few minutes before you feel the knot near the base of his shaft growing. He curls over you, wrapping his arms underneath your body to hold you still. He’s nearly crushing you against the bed, and the heat combined with the punishing rhythm of his cock inside you is enough to drive you closer to the edge of another climax.

“Alpha,” you take a shuddering gasp of air when he reaches for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own, “please…”

“I’m almost there.” Sam presses his lips to your shoulder and slides his other hand down between your legs. He rubs quick circles on your clit that make you arch up with a cry. “I’m gonna knot you. Spread your legs wider, lemme get deeper…”

He shoves the entire girth of his knot into you with a vicious thrust. It’s not painful, but you can feel the weight of him throbbing hard as he falls over the edge. Hot bursts of his seed fill your womb, the final trigger to make you join him in ecstasy with a wail of his title.

The feeling of his teeth snapping into your shoulder makes you scream. It’s agonizing, and you fight hard against it, sobbing wildly as your body continues to climax despite the pain. Sam growls at the taste of your blood on his tongue and bucks his hips against your ass. He’s overcome by the instinct to mark you as his, and it’s only when the haze of his orgasm washes over him and he draws his teeth from your neck that he seems to realize that you’re in distress.

“Omega?” He holds himself up, turning your head to the side so that you can see him. “Omega, open your eyes. Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

You let out a gasping sob and let your eyes flutter open. Through the foggy tears, you can see Sam’s face contorted in a mixture of post-coital bliss and worry. There’s blood on his lips, and he swipes his tongue over them to clear the drops away.

“It hurts,” you whimper, giving into your sobs and burying your face in the pillow. “It really hurts, make it stop.”

“Shhh…” he presses a soft kiss to your temple and grips your hand harder. “It’s okay… was I too rough?”

You swallow, then nod. “A little.”

Sam inwardly curses himself. “Of course… you were a virgin, love, it won't be like that next time. I promise.”

You sniff and allow him to wrap his arms around you in a protective embrace. “When will it stop hurting?”

Carefully, so that his knot doesn’t pull, Sam rolls onto his side, pulling your limp, trembling body with him. “In a bit. I’ll get some ice and ointment, we can bandage it up.”

Sam holds you until his knot goes down enough for him to pull free. Reaching for his pants, he pulls them on as a stream of his seed flows from your swollen cunt and onto the thick blanket. There’s a little blood on your inner thighs, and he makes a note to give you the night to heal. Your heat should repair the minor injuries soon enough.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss you as he ties the linen belt around his hips. “Don’t move, you need to heal.”

***

Sam returns ten minutes later with a tray of ice, a chalice of water, bandages, and sterile ointment. You’re sitting up, legs apart, examining the mess—a combination of both yours and Sam’s climaxes tinged with faint traces of blood.

“Are you okay?” Sam sets the tray on the bedside table and hands you the glass of water.

You accept the glass and down a large gulp. “Sore. I had to sit up and I couldn’t stop… there’s so much—”

Sam shakes his head and lifts a corner of the comforter. “Don’t worry. It’s old, I was planning on getting rid of it anyway.”

You stumble to the bathroom to rinse what’s left of the mess from your body. When you return, Sam’s pulled the comforter from the bed and has set a small stack of folded blankets at the bottom. He instructs you to hold a cool cloth between your legs. It helps with the ache, and when he sets about cleaning and wrapping the claim bite in white bandages, you start to feel the difference. Sam’s claim makes you feel larger than life. His touch sparks a warmth that’s never been there before, and when he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, you instinctively grab his wrist, desperate to never let him go.

“I need to put this away, ‘mega,” he whispers.

“Leave it,” you reply, pulling him close. “Come to bed.”

Sam chuckles and unfolds one of the blankets, draping it over you as you lie back. He follows, turning out the lamp and snuggling up by your side. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he says quietly. “I’ve never claimed an Omega before, I thought it might hurt, but…”

“I forgive you.” You graze your lips over his chin. “Just hold me.”

Sam slings an arm over your waist and kisses your cheek. “All right, ‘mega. Sleep well.”

***

Three days later, your heat finally fades. Sam’s knotted you several times since that first time, taking great care to make every single moment nothing but pleasure. He makes you cum with his mouth and fingers when your heat sends a flare through your body, and by the end of those three days, you’re exhausted and spent and don’t allow him to touch you. But Sam’s all right with that. He’s mated and claimed you, and as with your connection to him, he knows he’ll be satisfied simply by snuggling you until you fall asleep.

Sam leaves you sleeping and dresses in his linen pants. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on; it’s just his father and brother in the house, and if they’ve been home, they’ve surely heard the rutting coming from his bedroom at one point or another.

John and Dean are talking over the morning paper when Sam strides in, a steaming cup of tea in one hand. Dean whistles at his brothers disheveled appearance, and John raises an approving eyebrow.

“Are you done?” he asks somewhat sarcastically.

Sam nods. “She’s sleeping.”

“And you claimed her?”

Again, Sam bobs his head shortly. “Yes, sir.”

For the first time in a very long while, John smiles at his youngest son. “Good.”

#what goes bump in the night #alpha!sam winchester #alpha!sam x omega!reader #sam winchester x reader

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peytlavellan · 6 years

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Long post about Rose

It's gonna be Hella long my dudes mobile won't lemme do a read more I'm sorry. From this prompt

1. What's the maximum amount of time Rose can sit still with nothing to do? An hour, tops. Then she has to read a book, paint, clean, something. She hates staring off into space. Unless she's cuddled up with someone. Then she could stay there forever.

2. How easy is it for her to laugh? Very easy, especially since she laughs when she's nervous. Sometimes she'll laugh so hard she cries and snorts it's usually at her own jokes though.

3. How does she put herself to sleep at night? She either plans her next painting, taps her fingers on her partner's arms and counts them, or matches her breathing to theirs until she drifts off.

4. How easy can someone earn her trust? Very easily. She's good at reading people so she usually knows right off the bat if they're shitty.

5. How easy is it to earn her mistrust? Again, she's good at reading people. If someone betrays her, she's willing to give them multiple chances to fix it, depending on the situation.

6. Does she consider laws flexible or set in stone? Flexible. Like her.

7. What triggers nostalgia for her? Does she enjoy it? Some songs can trigger her. Sometimes it's the way he smiles like someone else she once knew. It's the word "mom" and the whispered "I love you". It's almost always unpleasant.

8. What was she often told to stop/start doing as a kid? "Will you stop stealing shit?" "Will you start listening to me??" her poor parents

9. Does she swear? Does she remember her first swear? Like a sailor. She could make kid MacCready blush. Her first swear was "shit" and she was caught stealing when she said it.

10. What lie does she most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt her? "it's okay baby. It's not that bad. You'll be okay." She thinks about it every day.

11. How does she cope with confusion? She usually asks for clarification or "pfsh, I knew that"

12. How does she itch a place she can't scratch? Full bear mode. She'll wiggle her back on anything sharp till it stops itching.

13. What color does she think she looks best in? Does she actually look good in that? Black, blue, red and some greens are her jam. Black and red look good on her, green not so much. Blue kinda has to be her color especially after her ghoulification but also her ass looks great in a vault suit.

14. What animal does she fear most? Yao-guai. They're wrong.

15. How does she speak? Does she think on the spot or rehearse it first? She says things on the fly and is very sarcastic. Her mouth gets her in trouble a lot.

16. What makes her stomach turn? Gore bags, rotting flesh, anyone she cares about being injured.

17. Is she easily embarrassed? Definitely.

18. What embarrasses her? Flirting, but only if she's actually into the person. She gets flustered when someone shows her PDA. Also her clumsiness, scrap hoarding, her body, and a few cringe worthy things she's done years ago she still thinks about me too tbh.

19. What's her favorite number? 4.

20. How would she explain the differences between romantic, platonic, and familial love? "Romantic love is everything. It's the way they look. The way they sound, smell, taste, and breathe. When you need it like oxygen. When their smile is intoxicating. The way they look when they sleep. The crinkles in the corners of their eyes when they smile and how they light up when they see you. When they look at you and hold you and suddenly you're home" she's a cheesy sap. She can't tell the difference between familial and platonic because she loves her friends as family and has a confusing relationship with her real family. But her definition of her family is: "it's when you can't imagine life without them. You'd support them through their hardships because you know they'd help you. When you'd die for them I have actually and protect them with all your might. If anything happened to them you'd be destroyed."

21. Why does she get up in the morning? To feed dogmeat. Then she goes back to bed until ten. But no seriously she wants to make the world a better place and for kids to be safer in the world

22. How does she act when jealous? She's very possessive. She once killed a guy who slapped her gf's ass.

23. How does she act when envious? Usually wallows for an hour and gets over it.

24. Is she comfortable talking about sex? With whom? Yes. Anyone that's not her parents.

25. What are her thoughts on marriage? Terrified. Scared to lose them. She gets married after Curie talks to her though and convinces her it's worth it. (but she doesn't marry Curie. Not until way after she marries Hancock. It's poly.)

26. How does she like to get around? Teleportation or flying. If she has a companion, she'll walk with them.

27. What causes her to feel dread? When a loved one is injured or she experiences a new injury and doesn't know how to react. Her ghoulification scared the shit out of her

28. Would she prefer a lie to an unpleasant truth? No. She doesn't like being lied to.

29. Does she live up to her own ideals? No. She's made some mistakes in her past. She tries to right her wrongs.

30. Who does she regret meeting the most? Elder Maxon. She regrets blowing up the prydwen.

31. Who is she glad to know? Everyone MacCready. He's helped her more times than she can count, but she's the only one who is keeping track.

32. Does she have a go-to joke or story? After she's ghoulified she can't stop making ghoul-friend jokes and acting surprised when diamond city guards tell her she's a ghoul.

33. Is she lazy? No, she just finds the easiest way to get things done. Yes

34. How hard is it for her to let go of guilt? Very hard. She'll Apologize for weeks or feel guilty for decades depending on what it was.

35. Is she supportive of her friends? Hell yes!! She's basically 🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍🍆🍆🍆👀👀👀💦💦🔥🔥@ all of them

36. Does she seek out romance? No. She just flirts with everyone. Sometimes unknowingly. If she actually digs the person though she'll try to get their attention though and it'll turn into romance. But it's rare for her to have long lasting relationships.

37. Does she need a system for remembering names? No. She has a great memory.

38. What memory does she have often? Lucy

39. How easy is it for her to overlook the flaws in others? Very easy. Sometimes she tries to ignore them on purpose. But in cases like Cait, she tries to help them and get them the care they need to work on themselves.

40. How easily does she overlook her own flaws? Not easily. Her friends help her accept herself though.

41. How does she feel about kids? Terrified. She loves them if they aren't her responsibility. (she spoils the fuck out of Duncan when he gets better and comes to the commonwealth). Shaun terrifies her and she keeps him at the castle because it's covered in security and turrets.

42. How badly does she want to reach her end goal? There's no end game planned for her. She knows there's always going to be bad people in the world. She's just trying to keep her family safe.

43. How would she describe her sexuality? Bisexual.

#if you read all of this send me 👀#i love talking about her #rose #sole:rose #long post #sorry guys i fr can't make it under a red more #the bracket thing didn't work i tried it #sole survivor #my ocs

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