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Ascended Astarion and Vampire!Tav chilling:

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Salty Baby

Chapter four

Authors note- I use the term daddy too liberally to the point where it has become a joke so I didn't think I could write this but here we are lol. If you want in on the taglist let me know. Don't be afraid to leave feedback I don't bite, not in a bad way anyway. Happy reading 💕

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Summary- When you moved to New York in hopes of living a glamorous life this isn’t what you expected. Steve offers to help you but your pride gets in the way. Pride isn’t going to pay your rent and college loans.

Pairing- Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings- smut, daddy kink, sugar baby/daddy dynamics, slight kink shaming, angst, spanking

Word count- 3.2k

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You woke up the next morning expecting to be on your sisters couch. You rubbed your eyes taking in your surroundings. Then you remembered, you were in Steve’s bedroom. His bed. You clenched your thighs when you felt the dull ache still present from last night’s activities.

You looked around to put something on. To cover your non-existent modesty. You grabbed a sweatshirt that was on top of his dresser. Hoping to be like one of those sexy girl in movies with their morning after glow.

You looked around his living room calling out for him. You didn’t get a chance to get a good look at his apartment last night. You were upset with your sister and then turned on by him.

His apartment, unlike Steve, looked like it didn’t have any personality. All the furniture looked generic, straight out of a IKEA catalogue. Something that caught your eye, the strip of photos you took with him in a photo booth at a fall festival you had been to.

You smiled at it your heart swelling. He was probably more crazy about you than you were about him.

There were a few old framed photo frames beside it. You recognized some of the people. One was of Steve, Peggy Carter and Howard Stark. And another of Steve and probably his best friend Bucky.

Steve always talked fondly of him. He was excited when he mentioned Bucky, but then he’d get this far away lost look in his eyes. If you could take his pain from him, you would. That’s not how it works though. You knew that better than anyone.

You jumped when Steve called your name. “In the kitchen” He yelled.

You entered the kitchen to see him cutting up strawberries. He was wearing a tight white tank top that left very little to your imagination. His usually combed hair now messed up.

“Good morning” He grinned widely at you.

You could certainly feel the afterglow radiating off of him. You felt a bit self conscious, you hadn’t brushed your teeth or made your hair. You were only wearing his sweatshirt that barely reached your legs and looked comically big on you.

“Good morning” You took a seat at the small table. “Oh I don’t drink coffee” You said looking at the cup of coffee in front of you.

“I know that’s for me” He winked at you “I made you some tea” He poured out your tea in a cup setting it in front of you.

You giggled at the smiley face he made on your pancake with strawberries and whipped cream “Thank you” you kissed his cheek.

You both ate your breakfast in what can only be described as comfortable silence. You didn’t feel like you had to talk or entertain him. You were still drained from everything that happened last night and the busy week you had.

“Here” he handed you a key after he had done the dishes.

You took it from him looked at him confused.

“It’s a key” He stated as if it’s a fact.

“I can see that” You deadpanned

“To my apartment. This apartment. I don’t know what you want to do but I’d like you to stay” He said awkwardly turning red. He was always cute like that. “It’s completely okay if you don’t want to. But you said you didn’t like living with your sister”

Which was true. You didn’t get a moments peace with your toddler nephews and your annoying sister. But then again she had always been good at taking advantage of you.

“I... Are you sure?” You asked fiddling with the keychain.

“Yeah. I uh.. have to leave though”

You whipped your head up “Where are you going?”

“Got called up on a mission for two days. Give or take a few. You can stay here as long as you like”

“I know you already said that” You were a bit sad at him leaving but grateful for his kindness.

You decided to stay with Steve at least for a couple of days. Maybe Anna would come to her senses and see just how much she needs you.

Steve dropped you off at your apartment wishing you luck. Which you needed. You’d rather not be here but you had to get your pills. You had been on them since you can remember. You were apprehensive about them at first but they helped control your anaemia. You couldn’t be careless with them now that you were actually sexually active. Your nephews served as excellent encouragement to take birth control.

You opened the door, which Anna forgot to lock as always, and walked into the living room. You hastily started stuffing some clothes, your books and your pills in a bag.

You cringed when you heard Anna call out your name. You turned around to see her glaring at you.

“Where were you last night?” She spat obviously still fuming at you.

“I was at my boyfriends” You continued packing your things. The sooner you’re out of here the better.

“Well where do you think you’re going now?” She folded her hands staring you down. As if that would stop you.

“I’m going to live with him from now on”

“What?!” she yelled you cringed again. “Who is this guy? I’ve never even met him. You’ve known him for a month! You know better than that” She said condescendingly shaking her head.

She had some nerve questioning your life choices. “Didn’t you and Brock have a shot gun wedding?”

“Doesn’t he live in Manhattan? How are you going to afford rent?” She evaded your question.

Steve would never even let you pay for popcorn you highly doubt he'd ask for rent. “You don’t have to worry about that” You strapped the bag onto your shoulders.

“You’ve known him for a month! Have you lost your mind!”

“I know him enough. I’m in love with him” you looked at her shocked at your own words. You had never told anyone you loved them. You had surely never been in love. There wasn’t much to not love about Steve. But would he feel the same way?

“Oh my god. You went and got yourself a sugar daddy”

“What the fuck is that? I don’t do those kind of things!” You had heard of it being a kink from your classmates and coworkers. However it never appealed to you.

“Yeah you made fun of me for letting men take care of me and now you’re doing the exact same thing”

“Whatever” You waved her off. You had packed as much as you could. You still had a few things left, but you could take care of them later. “Don’t I deserve to be taken care of? After everything I’ve been through?” You suppressed the urge to smack her when she rolled her eyes at you. “Can I say goodbye to the kids?” You asked.

They were little cretins but they were occasionally somewhat nice to you. After hugging them both, they probably couldn’t understand that you wouldn’t be living with them anymore, and some more glares and swears from Anna, you left deciding to never look back.

***

It had been over a month since your fight with Anna. You were still living with Steve. He had convinced you to quit your job at the cafe. It ate up too much of your time. You didn’t need the money now that you didn’t have to pay rent. You still had your job at your college library.

You had found, after doing a quick google search, that a sugar daddy is 'a rich older man who lavishes gifts on a young woman in return for her company or sexual favours'

Which was true for you and Steve. He was older than you, by almost a century. You weren’t sure if he was rich. You thought so but it was hard to tell with his simple and humble way of life. You never bothered to ask him because it didn’t really matter. He liked to buy you things. You accepted them to indulge him. It was hard to say no when he looked at you with those puppy eyes.

The search for what sugar daddy meant sent you into a deeper dive. Full of porn and erotica with women and men calling their partners daddy. You still couldn’t comprehend it’s appeal. Why would anyone be turned on by that?

You did clench your thighs together, rubbing them whenever you thought of Steve like that. He was somewhat of a ‘daddy’ in bed. In the way that he always took care of you, never letting you do too much work, always making you feel protected. You would be too exhausted from all the orgasms anyway.

It was very vanilla and conventional, you mostly only had soft slow missionary sex. Steve was afraid to hurt you which you understood. You weren’t keen on getting hurt either. Maybe some kinds of hurt weren’t so bad...

It maybe vanilla and boring to some people but to you it was passionate and satisfying in every way.

You were lying on your back, panting heavily from the multiple orgasms Steve had given you with his mouth.

You wiped your forehead with your right hand, catching a glimpse of the platinum bracelet he’d got you for your two month anniversary. He loved celebrating the little things in life. You would too if you were frozen in ice for seventy years.

He had taken you for that horse carriage he was so excited about and a nice dinner. You did feel bad about not getting him anything. However he didn’t seem to mind. You had to repay him somehow.

You felt him line himself up to your entrance. This has been the routine more or less for the past month. Almost everyday Steve would eat you out and then make love to you until you couldn’t even walk straight. He never even let you get a good look at his dick.

You abruptly stopped him sitting up straight. He looked at you confused. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

You gave him a evil smirk matched inversely by your big innocent eyes. You licked a strip up your hand all the while maintaining eye contact with him. Taking his thick length in your hand you started stroking it. Slowly and steadily building up your pace.

You had never sucked a cock before. You didn’t think you could, considering just how big and thick Steve was. But looking at the white creamy slick coming out of his angry red tip, you had to get a taste. You did owe him after all.

You placed a small kiss on the tip smearing some of his cum on your lips. You dragged you tongue over your bottom lip to get a taste. It was salty and musky. In a strange way it tasted a lot like Steve.

Feeling a bit more sure of yourself you licked a few stripes up his tip and then moved on to licking his slit.

Steve was cursing and moaning above you. He had bunched up your hair in his hand. He was always afraid to lose control, he had a reputation to maintain after all.

He grabbed a hold of your chin, making you look up at him. “You don’t have to do that” His hard cock in your hand and his shortness of breath betrayed his words.

You ignored him, continuing to lick him up and savor as much of his delicious taste as you can. Finally you took him in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around his tip. You couldn’t swallow him whole so you stroked the rest of his length with your hand.

He bunched up your hair in his hand tugging it before letting go and holding onto your shoulder.

You weren’t having it. You took his hand putting it on the back of your head. Silently asking him to fuck your face.

He choked a groan back when he looked down at you. His cock in your mouth, your beautiful eyes pleading him to fuck you. He used both his hand to grab onto your face stilling you. He thrusted himself in and out of your mouth, being careful not to be too hard, he didn’t want you choking on him. He directed you to fondle his balls. You complied. You always complied with him.

He felt himself on the edge of orgasm. But he didn’t want to come in your mouth. He pulled out of your mouth.

“I want your come in my mouth” You whined trying to swallow him whole again.

He smacked your hands away. He gave his cock a few strokes with his hand, much to your dismay. You just looked so cute scowling at him. “Some other time” He grunted giving his cock a some more strokes before stopping “let’s try something new. Get on your hands and knees” he ordered.

Like the good girl that you were you arched your ass presenting it to him. He grabbed and groped at it before sliding into you, which was fairly easy considering how soaked you were. He rutted in you for a while you whined and thrashed.

“Daddy” You moaned.

He stilled his thrusts. His hands still holding onto your hips. Did you say what he think you said?

“What did you say?” He asked just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.

You avoid him grinding onto his cock to distract him. He squeezed your hips, stopping your movements. Bending over he draped himself on your back. “What did you say?” He whispered in your hair.

“Daddy” You mumbled.

He kneeled back to his original position and carried on with his assault on your pussy. He spread your cheeks to get a good look at his cock sliding in and out of you. It was soaked in yours and his juices.

“Say it again” when you hesitated he gave a harsh slap to your asscheek. If you were going to call him daddy he had to act like one.

“Fuck daddy” You groaned “Spank me again” You begged.

He slapped your ass a couple more time before spreading them to look at the mesmerizing scene again.

“Oh god I’m going to come” You slithered and squirmed under him screaming profanities at him while he fucked you through your orgasm. Your hands and legs gave out. You dropped to your stomach trying hard to hold on for him

He felt himself tipping over the edge again. He bent down to hug you. He curled his hands under you one fondling your breast and the other stroking your stomach.

He always needed to be close to you when he filled you up. His thrusts because erratic, almost inhumane.

“I love you” he groaned as he came inside you, filling you up. He tried not to drop too much of his weight on you.

After a while he pulled out and covered you both with the comforter, spooning you.

“Hey you asleep?” he shifted a bit to get comfortable. With no answer from you “I meant it you know. I love you” he continued.

“I love you too” you murmured. It didn’t feel strange when the words rolled off of your tongue like you expected. It felt easy and safe. “You make me feel safe” You whispered shyly “And not just because you’re strong. But because you’re you...”

He smiled to himself. You made him feel safe as well. Safe to be himself and to not have to pretend. He kissed your hair feeling himself fall for you even harder.

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clear|17|t.h.

Chapter 17: The Carnival.

pairing: surfer!tom x reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: blink and you’ll miss angst, fluff, swearing, almost smut

summary: tom is a dumbass, in a good way

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a/n: hi, thanks for reading this, this goes for the -6 people who still put up with my shit, thank you, and please please for the love of god please comment and reblog haha i NEED to know what you guys think, i loved writing this chapter, hope you like it as much as i did

Tom was dying. But everyone is, really. The thing is nobody really thinks about it, because we see it too far away, we see it as something that we will have to deal with later. It’s inevitable, simply inevitable. But what happens when you realize that it’s a problem you might have to face tomorrow morning? 

She had seen him taking all of the pills the morning before, all the medicine. She wondered how many of those he had taken. She thought of the colours. Blue, grey, white. As if life was playing a trick on them. 

And y/n was now thinking about it. Tom was alive, right now, but was he? Was he truly alive? 

His life, she realized, had become a routine in a way that he was used to seeing people realizing it. How people seem to change from the fact they know that sure, he’s not going to live forever, but to when they really acknowledge it, when it hits them. To the point where they think that sure, they might not see him the very next day. She knew he was only waiting for that moment, honestly. If he were to arrive at the lighthouse, he wouldn’t even be mad. He had known about it, it was just a matter of time. Because he had seen it with everyone, with his mother, his father, his brothers, with Haz, with Lex, heck, even Jared had shown it. Everyone hits that low point sooner or later. 

She had her arms crossed as she watched the sun going down, ignoring her phone ringing in her car. 

Y/N needed this time by herself which truly, everyone does, at some point. But was she too crazy? Was she really that crazy for wanting so much more than summer? 

She was. Undeniably crazy and selfish. 

But there was some sort of comfort of it all. She was at the beach, she was away from her life, already. And maybe she could change it, she could transform it into that. Maybe her dreams weren’t just as big as she thought they would be. 

Being in love was already part of her dream. 

But she needed to mourn it. 

Because just the days before she had seen it, she pictured herself moving to the cabin near the beach where she could paint the sunset, letting her skin be kissed by both the sunlight and Tom’s lips. And that dream didn’t sound too far away, but it was certainly impossible. How wicked of her to even dare to think about a future when she should be instead of enjoying the present? 

The waves were coming for her, and the stars were illuminating her. She took a deep breath as she took in the view, what a beautiful night she was ignoring. The stars, the moon, the water. She picked up a stick and made her way to the waves. 

With tears in her eyes, she drew him on the sand. 

She then thought about it,  she wasn’t giving up, not yet. Even if there was not much to give, even if there was nothing to give up on yet.

The ocean washed him away from it. And that just didn’t help. But the ocean gave her an idea. She realized that the ocean would be there for her because it reminded her of him. There was something in the future because it eventually would come back. The ocean would drag her back to it, and maybe she didn’t have the power to heal him, but she had the power to keep him. She had the power to not cry, she had the power to look at the beautiful night. 

And running away from him wouldn’t make any sense, she didn’t have to fall back without looking at what she really needed. And it was him. After everything, it was him. 

Yes, Tom was dying. But so would her hope if she didn’t live with him. She had made that mistake before, looking forward so much that eventually, she fell backwards. 

Start again. She had a second chance, but only if she took it. She had to hold on to it and forget it. Because maybe there was no medicine that could heal him, but he was the exact medicine that could bring her back to her life. 

Because she knew it, he still was the same person that she met without knowing about it. He was still that guy with the beautiful smile, with the white t-shirt and with the amazing sense of humour. He was still a surfer. Tom was still a guy. 

Blue, grey, white. 

And he could fade away, like when her colours had faded away, or he could be erased by the water just like when she drew him. And she loved him, even after all the medicine. And she knew that if she didn’t say it now there would be no time to say it anymore. There was no point in crying. There truly was no point. 

And sure, she had to wait for it. It was just a matter of time. But there was no point in crying now, the tears wouldn’t make him live longer. But she had the power to make him feel alive. Because they had no time. 

She ran back to her blue jeep, her phone rang again. It was from Tom. 

“Y/N hey- everything okay? Why weren’t you answering?” 

“I love you,” she said unpromptly. She didn’t have time to explain it. She didn't even need him to answer back. Because, they had said they were in love, but they’d never said they loved each other. Maybe she had mentioned it, but never really blurted it out. She thought about the pills, blue, grey, white. 

He stayed quiet but she knew he was probably blushing. “Wha-what?” 

“I love you.” 

He remained quiet again. “Where are you?” He pushed. She didn’t care if he wasn’t answering. “Are you okay?”

“Better than ever,” she said as she wiped a tear-off. 

He took a deep breath. 

“Where are you?” 

“Somewhere.” 

“Y/N--” 

“The lighthouse.” She clicked her tongue. 

“The… The lighthouse?” He asked. 

“I know you wanted to bring me here,” she was embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I ruined the surprise.” 

“Didn’t expect any less. I’ll---see you in a bit.” 

She sighed. 

He hung up. She wondered if she had done it wrong. But she didn’t care, she needed to say it. She had said before but it wasn’t the same. She didn't know whether to leave and look for him or stay. 

She decided to stay, she’d wait for him, he said he was going to see her. Because whatever that was about to happen, she still had time to look back. How it had been full of laughs, how she had been trying to deny it since day one. How she had said that she only liked him. That no, she wasn’t in love with him. But that she couldn’t deny that she liked him. That she wanted to walk along the beach with him, holding his hand and looking up for crabs and shells.  That she wanted to go biking with him, racing to the abandoned house so then they could swing together. That she wanted to lay down in the sand and count the stars together.

And how it had all come to it. To how her dreams had come true, they walked along the beach, they had gone biking, and they had laid down on the sand to count the stars. And that she couldn’t deny it anymore, she loved him. 

How simple her dreaming had been. How it had all started with ice cream that led to a guy with a bag of seashells, to a guy swinging her, to a guy with a very lame attempt to make her fall in love, with a boombox, with a dance and with him serenading her.  

It was all a first kiss, the first feeling, it was just a guy who was meant to fall in love with a girl. It was, after all, a great summer romance that happened all too quickly. She recalled every single moment, from the terrible singing to the late nights watching him surf. How the water would fall from his hair and into his face. She remembered how gently he would trace the notes on the guitar. Everything. A smile was drawn back on her face. 

Eventually, she heard a knock on her window, and then she was reminded of the day that she had realized that there was something about him. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of old blue jeans. Like that day her Jeep had stopped working. How unpleasant it had been to see him, yet now it was all she wanted to see. 

He had a smirk on his face, a tired one. 

Y/n just rolled down the window. “Yes?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” 

She smiled. “What?” 

“Get out,” he chuckled, as he stepped back watching her as she got down. “Okay, what’s all this about?” Tom sighed, closing the door. “Why have you been crying?” 

“How did you-?” 

Tom raised his eyebrow. “I’ve met you enough this summer. Why have you been crying?” 

She looked down. “Stuff.” 

Tom approached her, making her stumble until she was leaning against the car. “Y/N?”

 “It’s nothing, really,” she said. “But you can kiss me until I’m not sad anymore.” 

He chuckled, as he approached her even more. “Okay, so,” Tom placed his hands on her waist. “Have I told you you’re the most unexpected person I’ve ever met?” 

“You’ve mentioned it, yeah,” she admitted as she was looking into his eyes. He cupped her face with a hand as he kept looking down at her. 

He pecked her lips softly. “You’re such a hopeless romantic,” he continued, as he placed kisses all over her face and neck. “You probably know  every single romantic movie that’s ever been released.” 

“And books, too,” she blushed, closing her eyes at his touch. He kept pecking her all over her neck but ended up on her lips again. 

“You literally asked me to do something,” he looked up at her, as he pushed his hair back. “What did you call it?” 

“Extraordinary?” She chuckled. 

“Extraordinary,” he licked his lips, “only to get you to think  about going out with me.” 

She chuckled as she tried to lean over again to his addicting lips, but he pulled away. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’ve been trying to catch up with you, you know?” he admitted. “I danced with you under the moonlight,” he started, “I even did the whole prelude to a kiss, how horrible that is,” he continued with a sigh. “I looked for a boombox, I danced in the middle of the street to ‘Can’t take my eyes off of you’.” 

She grinned, blushing. 

“You’ve made a fool out of me,” He kissed her again. 

She stared at him. This was how they were supposed to be, all summer. Not worrying about anything else, not crying. This. Just making out. 

“You were one before meeting me, Tom.” She couldn’t stop blushing. 

He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw. “And I thought, oh, I should take her to the lighthouse, you know? It’s a romantic place, it might live up to her fantasy romantic life,” he continued. “She’ll like it there, maybe I’ll plan a picnic.” 

She cupped his face and kissed him. “I’m sorry.” 

He grinned. “And yet, you’re here, all alone, ruining the surprise to yourself, because why not, right?” 

She kissed his cheek, and got out of his grip, laughing. “I’m sorry! I--” 

“Oh, I’m not done, love,” he took her by the hand and pulled her back to his grip. 

“What?” She looked at him. 

“Not only did you ruin your surprise, but,” he had to take a deep breath and look up. “But I come here and find you crying.” 

She looked down. “Yeah, uh-” 

“And I think I know why.” He lifted her chin and she melted. The way he was staring into her eyes. The way that he was just incredible. His eyes, which for the first time didn’t look tired, were only there for her as if the actual masterpiece that the ocean with the stars were putting up for them wasn’t just as good as she was, as if it wasn’t even half as beautiful. He looked happy, and he looked soft. Sure, maybe his skin looked pale, and his lips were still dry, but he was just him, with the curls falling on his forehead and his freckles popping out, and with the wrinkles by his eyes just stretching each time he smiled. She didn’t want to ruin this moment, she didn’t want to get back to crying. Not bring up the elephant in the room. She wanted him to feel normal, she wanted to be normal. She wanted to enjoy this moment for what it truly was, not for what she had been suffering just minutes ago. Because she needed to make something beautiful out of it. 

“Let’s not-” She tried to shut him up but he had that idea first, his lips were back on hers as his hands were trying to choose between her waist, her face or her whole body, he just had to pull her closer and closer, as his lips were just trying to figure out her taste, trying to memorize it. Needless to say, y/n had given in, he had transported her into another world. He pushed her again to the car, as she couldn’t get enough of him. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. But whatever was going on, she was loving it. 

She cleared her throat, unsure of why she was feeling so embarrassed as soon as they pulled away, their hair messy and their lips were swollen. 

“So, you’re so romantic, right?” he insisted and talked as if nothing had happened. 

“Right,” she frowned.

Tom rolled his eyes. “Yet-” He had to stop and he finally let her go, she missed his touch. He threw his arms in the air, as he burst out with laughter.

“What?” she was feeling slightly confused. 

He rubbed his face. “You’re the girl who’s been reading romance novels all summer.” 

“Yes.” 

“Your favourite movie moments,” He chuckled as he shook his head. “I can’t believe you.” 

“What?” 

“Your favourite movie moments are too epic, okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have these-- dances, and risks, and just out of the box moments, a boombox, a guy just singing on a stadium, and a guy just--risking his life for this girl.”

Y/n blushed looking away. “Yes, alright, roast me! I’m a hopeless romantic!” 

“Yet-” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you, y/n.” He started to walk in circles. “You see where I’m going with this, right?” 

She shook her head. “I actually..don’t?” 

“You ruined a perfect surprise,” he closed his eyes, laughing again. 

“I already said I’m sorry!” 

“And--” He lifted his finger. “I can’t believe this.” 

Y/N bit her lip. 

He walked over to her and cupped her face. “Y/N I need you to understand me.” 

Y/N frowned. “This isn’t funny anymore.” 

“Y/N, you, the most cliché girl I’ve ever met,” he grinned. “You, out of everyone I know, I never expected you to do this.” 

Y/N crossed her arms. “What?” 

“Y/N, you said ‘I love you’ for the first time over the phone.” And the biggest smile appeared on his face, so pleased to hear what he was saying. 

“It’s not--” She gulped. “Not the first time.” 

“You’ve used the word, but you’ve never-” It was Tom’s turn to blush now. He seemed so happy. “I just, I just think it’s fantastic.” 

She blushed and joined him in his laughter, closing her eyes and rubbing her face. It did sound so out of character for her. Y/N realized it. She remembered something else, how Tom turns everything into gold. And that’s what he was doing right now. The Tom from the beginning of the summer was back. 

“Well,” she covered her face. “I just… I just felt like saying  them, alright?” She bit her lip. Blue, grey, white. She didn’t have to explain the entire thinking process she had gone through. He didn’t need to know that she had been so sad before. She didn’t need to explain that she had barely any time to say it, because she didn’t want him to get sad. Because of the light, he was showing so much light right now, it was just surprisingly incredible. He was just like the waves he liked to surf, big and deep, and beautiful.

He grinned. “I won’t--Ah, oh, y/n.” 

She chuckled. “I’m sorry,.” 

“Don’t--don’t apologize, but I just—okay, wow. ” 

There was something she had noticed. He didn’t say it back. Of course, she didn’t expect him to, but it was just something that kept coming to her mind. 

She cleared her throat. Maybe it had been stupid. 

“I didn’t mean to say that, sorry, I was being emotional,” she lied. “I don’t actually feel-uh. I was-I didn’t mean saying it.” 

“You didn’t—“ Tom frowned. 

“No, it’s too soon, right?” She coughed. “So,” she tried to get herself back on whatever track she was trying to get on. “So, uh, let’s go to the party.” 

Tom frowned. “No, not yet.” 

She frowned. “What?” 

“I’ll… race you to the Carnival, alright?” 

“The carnival.” 

“Yeah, they won’t miss us at the party, we’ll catch up later, we still have time,” he assured her. She just quietly watched him. 

“The carnival,” she repeated. 

Tom grinned. “Yeah.” 

She had literally told him she loved him and the surfer wanted to go to the carnival. He had to be kidding her. 

But she didn’t complain, because then again, there were a lot of surprises Tom would pull. She didn't have time to even argue. 

“I’ll see you there,” she said as she hopped back into her jeep. 

He leaned from the window to kiss her, again. 

“See you there.” 

Blue, grey, white. She was not understanding just one bit of what was happening. But she followed him all the way to the Carnival just letting the confusion grow wider. 

She didn't even put music on. She needed to concentrate? Because how in this world could she explain to herself the variety of emotions she had gone through the day. But she was sure of something, he just made everything better. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t care that he didn’t love her back. That was alright, sure it was too soon. Had it been too soon for her, as well? 

But it couldn’t because love doesn’t mean the amount of time spent with someone, love means how everything is timeless with that someone. And in this case, love meant how little time they had left. 

She didn’t want to think about that. So she started to think about his lips, the passion which he had kissed her with. Had it been a way to apologize that he didn’t feel it yet? Maybe all the medicine had taken away all of his ability to love. 

Blue, grey, white. That had been the order. 

But she didn’t want to think about that now. 

She arrived at the carnival and parked beside him. He greeted her yet with another kiss, his lips so hungry for her. 

Something was definitely up. Figuring out what was the problem. 

“We’re here,” she said condescendingly after he pulled away. 

He chuckled. “You don’t seem excited.” 

She sighed and gave him a cheeky fake smile. “Sorry, it’s just kinda loud.” 

Tom shrugged. “I guess.” 

It hadn’t changed from the beginning of the summer, there were still a lot of stands, people selling clothes, food, girls taking pictures, guys drinking, and a lot of children yelling. It was still a mess, and y/n, was still not a fan of it. But it brought her back some new memories, like the day she met Tom. 

“Let’s go for ice cream,” Tom suggested, taking her by the hand. She smiled. He was definitely trying to make it up to her for not saying it back. It was alright, y/n guessed. 

While ordering it, Tom joked about smearing it all over her clothes again. She smashed some ice cream into his mouth.

“That was not necessary,” he snickered as he closed his eyes, “now you’ll have to take it away yourself I guess.” 

And she did, she kissed away all the ice cream just before kissing him again. He laughed.

“Let’s go to the Ferris Wheel,” he suggested. 

She didn’t complain. 

“Like our first date,” she remembered. 

“Did that one count?” He frowned. “We weren’t really...I mean.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement. “I didn’t like you.” 

“I did like you,” Tom dug his hands into his pockets. “Wish we could have an anti-date again, so we can behave however we want again.” 

“I am behaving the way I want,” she wrinkled her nose, “how in this world do you want to behave?” 

Tom shrugged laughing. “Dunno.” 

It was their turn to get to the Ferris Wheel, y/n climbed in first and made room for Tom, who, instead of climbing in, closed the cart door. 

“What are you doing?” She asked but she was already mid-air. “Thomas!” 

He laughed and waved goodbye to her. She furiously yelled something at him but then crossed her arms as she decided to forget about it, she was already on it anyway. She might as well enjoy it. 

Except, she couldn’t, she stared down at him but didn’t see him anyway.  She leaned back, tapping her foot anxiously. Maybe that was his way of telling her that it had been too soon, by leaving her alone in that damned Ferris Wheel. 

Blue, grey, white. 

The Ferris Wheel stopped, and y/n blinked looking around, someone probably was getting in. She looked around at the beautiful scenery she was faced with, too bad she was enjoying it alone.  Then, the screams began. Little did she expect to see what she was seeing. She saw Tom, climbing up the Ferris Wheel trying to reach for her. He was bloody climbing the bloody Ferris Wheel. He was climbing it from the outside, being careful enough to reach her almost at the top. 

She joined the screaming. 

“Thomas! What are you doing?” She yelled at him. 

“Get back down, dude!” The guy controlling the Ferris wheel said. 

“I already paid you, no worries!” Tom assured him. 

“You’re not freaking Spiderman” Someone from the crowd yelled. 

“Tom!” Y/N yelled again, covering her eyes. 

He reached her. “Hi,” he said casually as he was swinging right in front of her. The Ferris Wheel wasn’t that big but it sure as hell wasn’t any safe at all to do that. 

She covered her eyes, again. “Tom what—get in—“ she screamed again. “What the hell are you doing?” 

Some people started booing, too. 

“Y/N, look me in the eyes, my hands are getting sweaty,” he said. She opened them up. 

“What in this world do you think you’re doing?” She asked him, fearing for him. “This is not the notebook or some shit-” 

“Do you love me?” He asked her. 

“Tom, get in here!”

“Do you love me?”

“Get back down here! I’m calling the police!” The guy controlling it threatened. 

“Answer fast, y/n, this is getting ugly,” Tom continued. “Do you love me?” 

“Answer him! Man, what are you doing? Are you mental?” Someone in another cart yelled at them. 

“I am!” Tom laughed. “I’m crazy about this woman.” 

“You’re an asshole that’s what you are,” the guy yelled. 

Tom grinned. “Do you love me?” 

“What? What?” Y/N shook her head following her eyes.

“Y/N I love you!” He sang. 

“You’re mental, Thomas get in here!” She ordered, between her screaming. 

“Do you love me?” He insisted. 

“I do! Now what the fuck is all of this? Get bloody in here!” 

“You do what?” He insisted. 

“I—what?” She was so flustered. “I love you! Okay? What the fuck—Tom!” 

“I can’t hear you, love!” 

I love you!” She yelled. “I LOVE YOU!” 

“You love me?” He asked again, now letting a hand loose. 

“Thomas!” She yelled at him. 

The people started screaming, some other people were filming him. 

“You love me?” He pushed, chuckling. 

“Yes! I already told you, Tom! What the hell? I love you! I love you! I love you!”  

He chuckled as he finally swung into her cart. She was shaking and he was bursting out in laughter. 

“You’re an idiot!” She yelled as she pushed him away. She covered her face again as the Ferris Wheel started moving again. 

“You love me,” he chuckled, pulling her close. “Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m fine.” 

She looked at him and pushed him away again. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

He grinned as he cupped her cheek. “Probably everything.” 

“You could’ve died!” 

“But that’s more like you, you know?” He said leaning over to her, she was pushing out of his way, slapping away his hands. “Y/N, hey, hey, hey, look at me,” he was still laughing, taking her hands in his as he tried to calm her down with a grin. 

“I hate you,” she stated looking into his eyes. 

“No, you love me,” he smirked. “And hell, so do I because I wouldn’t have done that very stupid thing if I didn’t love you as much as I do.” 

She pouted as she felt her heart beating even faster. She was shaking too much, but now she didn’t know if the reason was that she witnessed her stupid boyfriend risking her life or if it was the fact that her same stupid boyfriend had told her he loved her, too. 

“What was that?” She asked him. 

He chuckled. “I realized that I tried two out of three of your favourite scenes,” he explained. “And okay, I’m sorry but knowing you I was kind of disappointed that you said ‘I love you’ over the phone, after all the amazing stuff we’ve been through? You chose the most vanilla and unexciting way to say it.” 

She was so offended. “Oh, I’m sorry that I just blurted out my feelings that way without risking my fucking life.” 

“Well, so you did mean it,” he smirked. 

“Yes, I didn’t have to climb a bloody Ferris wheel to say it!” She frowned. 

Tom grinned as he wrapped an arm around her. “Well, I did, I had to be that extra only to say I love you.” 

“You love me?” She whispered. 

Tom laughed. “You really think I would’ve climbed a bloody Ferris Wheel if I didn’t love you?” 

“Well, you’re dumb,” she stated. 

“I am whatever you want me to be.” 

He pulled her closer and smashed his lips against hers, his hands running through her hair. He couldn’t stop smiling as they both tried to take control of the situation, Tom being soft and Y/N angrily kissing him because she couldn’t stand him at that moment, but god did they boy make her feel everything. 

They suddenly forgot they were at the Ferris Wheel, as she had climbed to his lap to get comfortable while kissing him. They didn’t even notice they had stopped and that people were watching them.  They were back on the ground now. 

The guy cleared his throat and he was accompanied by a security guy. 

The steamy couple had to pull away, and uncomfortably look at them. 

“Hi officer,” Tom greeted them, as y/n got off his lap. 

“Care to explain your little manoeuvre over there?” He asked him. 

Tom chuckled. “Uh, you see that’s-that’s a funny story,” he said, standing up.  He motioned for y/n to stand up. 

“Really? I want to hear it,” the officer said. 

Tom gulped. “Well, uh--you see,” he chuckled, taking y/n’s by the hand. She knew what he was about to do. “We are dating.”

“That doesn’t explain anything.” 

“It does because we were uh,” Tom gulped. He looked at her and she nodded. “About to leave, bye!” 

And they sprinted the hell out of the place, laughing and screaming as both men were trying to follow them, but the adrenaline that was pushing the couple made them go way faster. 

“Come back here!” The officer ordered. 

Y/N and Tom ran through the stands, through the rides and through all the people, and eventually, they ran to the parking lot, losing them through the clouds. They had to stop there so they could both catch their breath. 

Tom coughed as he closed his eyes as they hid behind y/n’s blue jeep. 

“Wow--okay, that was--fun,” she grinned but then as Tom kept coughing. She scowled as she patted his back. “You’re-you’re okay?” 

He looked up at her as he took another deep breath. “Yeah, yeah.” 

She bit her lip, unsure of what they were supposed to do. He gave her a reassuring smile as his fingers pushed away the hair from her face. 

“I’m okay,” he kissed her temple, gently. 

“You’re an idiot,” she grinned. “I love you, but you’re an idiot.” 

He connected his lips with hers, hungry for her, as his lips traced around her lips and her neck, and as his hands were colouring her again. 

“I love you,” he’d repeat over and over as his lips were still glued to her, placing wet kisses on her and as his hands were going from her back to her legs, resting on her ass. 

“Tom,” she gently moaned his name, as he kissed her hungrily, slowly biting her neck. “We have a party to get to,” but he didn’t stop, he just continued to press his body against her. 

“This is a public space,” she reminded him. “People could see us.” 

He stopped as he smirked. “I want you.” 

And there was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before, so gentle but so rough at the same time. And she agreed with him, she wanted him too. But it was too risky, and she guessed that’s what made it even more interesting. 

He kissed her roughly again as he slammed her into the blue jeep again, he took him by her thighs as she wrapped herself around him The friction from their moving was making her all flustered, but he kept making his path, from her lips to her neck to her sweet spot on her collarbone. 

“Tom, this is not-” She couldn’t keep talking. But suddenly an idea popped into her mind. “Wait, wait, wait,” she was panting already. 

“What?” He had to stop to look up at her. She dug into her purse and took out her car keys. The party could wait. 

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Cheeseburger Cravings

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Feyre was freaking out.

In all honesty, she caught herself smiling about it, but she couldn’t tell if it was happiness or just a whole other level of panicking.

Her period was late. Wich wasn’t a big deal, since it was prone to be a bit all over the place and anything could influence it. She didn’t take the pill (simply because she hated it) and was too scared of medical stuff to try anything else, so her doctor had said everything was fine and she didn’t have to worry as long as they just got used to using condoms.

Except that, well, it was a new adjustion, perhaps that one time they were so drunk they forgot. And condoms could fail too, even if that was a single chance in a million.

But how did that happen did not matter much now, she decided. It had happen and now she needed to deal with it.

She had realized before her period was late, but she had brushed it off. Headaches, mood swings, sensitive breasts, exhaustion, her appetite suddenly changing. But she had been stressed with work- none of her illustrations seemed to be enough to that asshole of a writer, who was always frowning upon her for being a woman, as if her job was less because of it.

So when she combined all of that with her period being late, they all blamed the stress. It wasn’t until the second week she decided to do something about it.

She took some days off of work secretly (yes, she had spent the week pretending she was going to work when in reality, she left the house and just turned around the block until her boyfriends had left, just to go back inside and spend her whole days crying over ice cream) and went to the hospital alone to get a blood test. And now, five days later, the envelope with the result was tight against her chest. She had opened it, not surprised at all about the screaming positive on the first paragraph of it.

She was lying on the floor in the middle of the hall in their new house. She was well aware that she looked crazy, all in sweats, clinging to a paper on the floor, face streamed with tears.

Really, she wish she could be more dramatic and be on the bathtub with a glass of whine, but the tub was really uncomfortable when it wasn’t filled with water, and she couldn’t drink alcohol anymore. That was when she cried, and then went to fill a glass with chocolate milk and lay on the floor, because at least it was cold and not as overwhelming as every other surface.

The truth was that she didn’t know how to deal with children, and having one scared the shit out of her. She didn’t like playing, didn’t know how to discipline and did not have any patience for them at all.

She always told herself that her kid would be different. Now, she kept thinking the kid would hate her, that her boyfriends wouldn’t want her anymore after all of it, or she would fail her child in every way. That they would be bullied in school for having three parents or, gods, she didn’t even know.

She knew she was overthinking and that she actually really wanted them. Just wasn’t expecting it now. She was just 26, for gods sake. Feyre, Rhys and Lucien were together for just four years now and they just got their new house. What if they didn’t want it?

For all that she feared, she knew she could do it alone. But she would want it way more if her boyfriends were happy about it. They probably would be, and would support her through any decision that she wanted to make, even if it hurt them. And that was a problem since she wanted their thoughts first, not their immediate posture of support just because she needed it.

“Feyre, why are you lying on the ground darling?”

Shit, she thinks, stopping the attempt of balancing the glass on her forehead. She had been so deep in thought she didn’t see her boyfriends arrival.

“I’m having a mental breakdown,” she says, looking at them. Both stop to seem so amused when they realise that she is actually serious.

“Over what, love?” Lucien just picks her up while Rhys takes her cup, going to the couch, were they just nuzzle her between them.

“And is that why you are having chocolate milk on a wine glass?” Rhys frowns looking at it, trying not to laugh.

“Sort of,” she says, and still holding the paper with one hand but using the other to pull her hood on and pull the strings until it was completely covering her face.

Feyre sighs, and they wait. She can tell they are worried, since she was home when she should be at work, and her eyes were red, and she looked like a whole mess. She didn’t think this through, but she didn’t want to look at them when she told, afraid of their reaction.

Should she just rip it like a bandaid, really fast? Or start with an explanation, or give them the envelope to read, or wait and do a surprise or-

“Love,” Lucien whispers, apparently having reached the point were worry overcomes patience. “Look at us,” he thugs on the hood, but she just pulls her head the other way. “Tell us what is going on,” he says, both him and Rhys running their hands softly through her waist, her legs.

“I..” she stumbles, quickly deciding that telling fast was better. “I’m pregnant.”

She lets her head fall on Rhys shoulder. She can feel them freeze, and then, after what seems like forever, they grip her tighter, closer. She knows they are looking at each other and then at her, talking in that annoying way that consists just of eyes and expressions, but she doesn’t see what is written in their faces. Helpless, she starts to cry and hands them the results blindly.

“I just.. Things were weird and I didn’t think it was true,” her voice is low, words cut by sobs. “I should have told you before,” she raises her head while one of them starts pulling her hood off. “Especially because I had to go to the hospital alone and the nurse had to hold my hand because I was so scared of the needle I cried.”

Lucien, who was uncovering her face, chuckles and wipes her tears. She only sees that Rhys has thrown the envelope to the side, her chocolate milk glass in the coffee table, and then they are both laughing and kissing her face and her neck and hugging her and suddenly they were lying on the couch, both of them looking completely pleased and wondered.

“Yes, you should have told us. We are always the ones to hold your hand through it,” he pokes her side lightly, trying to act angry, but all he could do was laugh. “But we’re not mad about it. This is actually amazing, darling,” Rhys says, almost sounding out of breath, tears lining his eyes.

“I bet this is why you have been so desperate for cheeseburgers lately,” Lucien jokes, his hand hovering her belly in the most softest, protective way. “How did we get so lucky to find a woman like this?” He says to his boyfriend, while she just cries harder, burying her face against his chest.

“So you are happy about it?” her voice comes muffled. “Both of you?”

“We are absolutely euphoric, Feyre,” Rhys says, fingers running through her hair. “We love you so much. I love you so fucking much, there is nothing more that I could wish for than to make a family with both of you.”

“You, on the other hand, don’t seem very happy,” Luc tenses slightly, after she stays quiet, still crying. She can feel Rhys doing the same. “Don’t you.. want to keep it?” He whispers, broken.

She turns to look at him. Then she starts to laugh, because no, this was not really what she had expected at all. She knew they would be happy, but she was panicking for weeks and scared, so, so scared they would leave her or fight her or something.

“I want this as long as you want it too,” she says when she finally calms down, and they relax. “But I was scared and I didn’t know what to think.”

“Was that why you were crying on the floor?” Rhys says, resuming his caresses.

“No, I was crying because I wanted to have wine so bad,” she smiles, watching Lucien bark a laugh so hard that he almost fell from the couch. “You really shouldn’t have brought up the cheeseburger, though. Now I want it.”

He grins, kissing her pout. “You don’t have to worry, babe. I’ll take care of all your food cravings.”

“And I’ll take care of all other cravings,” Rhys’s says, the look on his face almost devilish with delight. “We will spoil the fuck out of you.”

Lucien mockingly glares at him, covering her belly. “No swearing in front of the baby.”

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Hey! This is my first AU. Sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language so sometimes it slips and i don’t realize.

This whole thing is based in two things: one is A Change in The Game, by @howtotameyourillyrian , because I wanted Feyre to be pregnant on that one chapter so bad but she wasn’t so I had to write something to make my dreams come true. The second thing is that I actually feel like crying for a cheeseburger now, but i don’t eat meat bc i’m generally disgusted by it so yeah my mind screws me over sometimes. I'm not pregnant tho, just hungry and sappy.

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What’s an Omega?

Character: Dean x Reader  Author: Dean-imagine-reblogs Word Count: 7000-ish (it’s very long but it’s complete!)  Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair Colour B/S = Body Shape Y/H = Your Height O/H/C = Other Hair Colour Y/A=Your Age  “”=speaking  ‘’=thinking

A/N: I hope you enjoy it, there is some s*x/smut in it. This story changes between your and dean’s POV. 

If you want to know more about the A/B/O genre then follow the link (Seems that spn is the start of this fanlore haha kind of funny to find out about it  ) https://fanlore.org/wiki/Alpha/Beta/Omega

  Enjoy and leave a comment!     Masterlist   ------------   *Y/N POV* You had been taking the pill since before you came here. Luckily you had just picked up two new packets of the pill from the pharmacy before you arrived here, in the SPN world. So you've been here for…maybe six months? You're still trying to find a way to get you home, but specifically to the right dimension.   In the meantime Dean and Sam had finally excepted where you were from and that you "knew" them but they didn't know you. It is a weird environment to be in! But they were getting more and more used to you… but so were you. They weren't the same as in the show. It w­as the small things like… Sam actually liked junk food and Dean didn't really love pie. You know the little things.   Anyway you were busy with research while the guys were getting ready for a new case on.   Before they left Dean came up to you with a cellphone. "If anything happens, call us immediately. If we don't pick up then leave a message. If you need someone immediately then call Garth, he'll help you." Dean said with his serious face. You just smiled. "Don't worry I'm staying here at the bunker, doing some research. Just be careful, okay?" He turned around and walked towards the exit. "Dean?" "Yeah, yeah. We've been doing this our whole lives you know." He said turning around to face you, you pulled a face and said. "Stop being a smartass and just tell me you'll watch out." He raised his eyebrow a bit. "Yeah, yeah." He said as he turned back to the door. You caught a glimmer of a faint smile as he closed it behind him. You just chuckled and went back to the library to continue your research.

  It had been 3 days since they left and you were going crazy with all this research with only dead-ends. It was discouraging but back to your pill ‘problem’.   You've continued to take them since you got here but two days before the guys left you ran out. So you thought ‘oh well’ and decided just to let the blood-bath hit you while the guys were gone.   On the second day you started to get really bad cramps. Which wasn't weird but you've never had them this bad before. On the third day it seemed like you were getting a fever and to your surprise, there was no blood-bath, just the horrible cramps and slick. Which again, you found weird.   By the fourth day you were in pure agony. The cramps were getting unbearable and your fever was rising. You decided to stay in your bed for the day with enough painkillers to make you pass out. Unfortunately, of course, you were nearly out of painkillers.   At the end of the fourth day you decided to call Dean, finding it to annoying to type a message.   “Hello?” you heard Dean’s rough voice. Why did you find him sound so sexy at the moment? “Dean? It's Y/N.” “Wow, have you been drinking? You sound a bit…rough?” Dean asked but you didn't respond. It was as if when Dean spoke the cramps got worse.   “Y/N, are you okay?” Dean asked. "Yeah I'm okay but I think I'm getting the flu, could you pick up some pain killers on your way back?" You though you could hear a sigh of relief? "Sure, we'll be there in two days. Think you can last until then?" “Asif I've got a choice.” You said with a soft chuckle. How you could laugh in a situation like this was beyond you. “We'll be there as soon as we ca-” you cut him off “Don't, like I said before be careful and I'll see you soon.” You could hear him chuckle. “Yeah, yeah.” and you hung up.   You put on your oversized sleeping shirt and got into bed after taking like 7 painkillers. Which is not the advised dose but you are feeling like you are dying and just want the lights to go out for a couple of hours.   When you woke up the pain was even worse, if that was even possible. The cramps were coming in heavy waves, you were feeling abnormally hot and your vision was blurry.   After a while you realized that were fading in and out of consciousness and that you were moaning. You don't know how long you've been lying there but every so often you could hear a sound, your cellphone. Every time you tried to move towards it, you either moaned out in those horrible cramps or blacked out again. It didn't take long either for you to feel something wet on your face, only to realize you were crying.   After what you think were another couple of hours, you could hear some rushed noises and your door slamming open. You felt like you were hit by a wall, a relieving wall, that made you moan again. One figure just stood there and then another figure showed up. You didn't hear what they were saying and you didn't care since you were preoccupied by a massive wave of cramps anyway.     *Dean's POV* We’re on the road, heading back towards the bunker. We had finished the job earlier than expected, plus I wanted to get back to Y/N. She hasn't text me back, which for some reason caused the alpha inside me started to get protective.   It had been a quiet ride back. We were nearly home when Sam turned the music off. “What do you think you are doing?”   “What’s the deal between you and Y/N?” He said, ignoring me. “What are you talking about? There is nothing ‘between’ me and her.” Sam started to laugh. “You’re joking, right?” “No.” “Dude, you are totally falling for her.” “Am not.” “Uhm, yes you are.” “Shut up.” ‘Just drop it Sammy, I don’t want to talk about it.’   It was dead silent in the car and even now I could hear his silent bitchin. He won’t let this go, I looked at him and he was staring back at me in his bitchin, judging manner. I looked at the road again and speeded up. I wanted to get out of this car as soon as possible. “You know what, you keep out of my love life and I’ll keep out of yours.” “Love life huh?” He said in a smug way. I love my brother but right now I want to kill him for his bitchin, I swear. “I don’t need to explain anything to you.”   ---   I called her several times on the ride here but she hadn’t answered. This didn’t feel right, there was something wrong. I jumped out of the car and ran inside to check on her.   I ran into the library and kitchen but she wasn’t there. “Y/N?” She didn’t respond either. “Where is she?” I mumbled to myself. “I don’t know but… do you smell that?” Sam asked. He was right there was a smell, very faint, a sweet scent.   I ran towards the stairs, going to the bedrooms. The smell was getting stronger, I opened her bedroom door and there she was. In bed, crying and in heat. Her scent was so strong, so intoxicating… it can’t be.   “Omg, Y/N?” I faintly heard Sam say.   She started to moan. I could feel my chest rise and hurt. I was ready to march towards her when I realized Sam had his hand on my chest and was holding me back. Making me growl in responds, Sam needed to back off.   "Stop" Sam said, I didn’t take my eyes off her. "She asked for pain killers." Sam said. “So?” I said in an annoyed grunt, jaw clenched, fixated on Y/N. "She doesn't know."   He was right but I just couldn't think straight. Her scent was so strong, it was obviously her first heat! “Dean, go.” he pulled me at my arm, closing the door. "Now.” It was only then that I really saw Sam, he was also having a hard time too. He was right, we had to go. 

---   “Dean, what are we going to do?” I looked at Sam but I didn’t have an answer either, not really. "I don’t know man but we can't leave her there, you saw her." I said rubbing into my eyes.   “Well, what are we supposed to do then?! Nearly everybody we know are alpha’s except for Charlie but she's somewhere chasing flying monkeys, Jody is unreachable and we can't go in there. I am not going in there and especially you cannot go in there!” I felt attacked by Sam, saying I couldn't see Y/N but he was right. “This is not good.” I said as I pinch the bridge of my nose. It was silent for a moment.   “We can leave her? I'm sure she'll pull through.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “No, no way.” I looked at Sammy. “What are we supposed to do then, Dean?” He raised his voice and hands in question.   I thought for a moment. “Well I know one thing for damn sure and that’s that I’m not just leaving her like that to 'sick it out'! C’mon Sammy, like you said, she thinks this is the flu for god’s sake. She doesn't know what’s happening and this could last another week!”   “Whatever Dean but besides that… I just can’t believe she's an omega. How did we miss that?” Sam finished quietly. Sammy was right. To be honest, I was just as surprised as him, omegas are rare. Usually an alpha would end up with a feminine Beta just because of the lack of omega’s.   I could see Sam thinking again. “What?” He looked a bit doubtful but said it anyway. “Well… this isn’t going away anytime soon and since her heat started already, suppressants won’t work anymore so… you should knot her.”   “What?!” I did NOT hear that right.   “Knot her.” I now just snorted at that. “Yeah right.” And looked away. “Why not Dean?” I looked back at him. “Why not? Are you friggin kidding me?!” I can’t believe he was seriously asking me that. “You like her, don't you? I've seen the way you've looked at her for the last 4 months.” I can’t believe this.   “Dude I'm not gonna knot some girl who doesn't even know that's she's a friggin omega. Hell, I bet ya she doesn't even know what it is or means” “But-” He was just not gonna let this go! “No! I'm not gonna knot her because… the way she is now I might end up mating her, without her consent.”   Sam fell silent at that. He was a good brother but he just didn’t understand it. Alpha senses are very different when it came to omega’s, at least compared to beta’s like Sam.   “So the answer is no and that's final.” Sam got this look, I could feel the alpha in me rise. “And neither are you!” Sam raised his hand in defense. “Dude I'm not going down there until her heat is over. I’ll be honest even as a beta, I won't be able to handle an omegas first heat. I barely got away from there to begin with.”   I let my hand slide over my face again, this was so not good.   I then got sick of waiting around. I went to the bags and took the painkillers. I made my way towards the door that leads to all our bedrooms.   “What are you doing?!” I could hear the fear in Sam’s voice. “I’m going down there and don't you dare to follow me. Keep your phone with you, I might call you with a list of stuff that you might have to get.” As I closed the door I could hear Sammy say. “Doesn’t love her, huh?”   I quickly dashed downstairs and into my room. I went through the drawers and found my suppressants shots. Lucky me, I had been in rut just a week ago so the suppressant should have a better effect on me now that I’m ‘normal’. I took two shots just to be sure and sat there in my room for a couple of minutes to let’s effect work.   ‘She didn’t look well, I need to get close to her.’ I looked at my watch, it’s been 20 minutes since I saw her. “I'm not going to leave her.” I tell myself as I exit my room.   As I walk down the hallway I can smell her scent, it smells like heaven. ‘And it could be mine’ I stopped himself. I should have waited longer for the suppressant to have worked. ‘What am I even doing? Why won’t I just leave her?’ Unfortunately the answer to that was quite simple. Sammy was right.   In the beginning I didn't like Y/N, she knew too much but as time passed she turned out to be really awesome and sweet. I actually started to appreciate her more and recently I caught myself thinking about stuff and wondering what Y/N’s opinion would be.   To be honest, that scared the crap out of me.   But on another subject, I don’t understand why this is happening now. Why hadn't I smelled it on her before? I didn’t even know she was an omega and I was the alpha in this home. How did I not notice?   I collected my thoughts again and continued my way to Y/N's bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Her scent hit me again like a giant brick wall.   She was lying on the bed, cramped up and moaning which must be because of my alpha scent. I looked at her face, her eyes screwed shut and crying.   She was crying.   I could feel my chest raising and my shoulders broadening in a defensive manner. I had to calm myself down again. After a minute I set a first step into the room, I took another step and another and another. I looked at Y/N, she looked flushed and out of breath. She opened her eyes, looking at me with her hazed E/C eyes.   “Dean?” she asked in a pleading manner and it took everything in me not to respond to the alpha within. “Dean, I don't know how I got sick.” Tears rolling down her cheek and her hands grasping onto her stomach. “I’m sorry.” She begged for help.   She did not beg for me or an alpha and in a very far corner in my mind that pissed off the alpha in me because this meant that she was not begging for me to breed her. But as I heard her crying, I could feel something break inside me. She genuinely didn't know what this was and instead of a typical heat breading scent, she let out a scared and confused one which made it an easier for me to suppress the instinctive alpha inside me.   “Dean?” I went over to her and cautiously sat on the bed next to her. She then really started to moan, her body going into shocks because of the cramps.   What happened next, I didn't want to but I had to. I started to get nervous, I hadn’t done that in a long time, I used my alpha voice to make her listen. “Y/N, stop shaking.” Her body stopped shaking. “Sit up.” and she did, slowly but still. “Look at me.” and she looked at me and I looked straight into her eyes. She looked in pain and confused.   “Dean?” she moaned. I swallowed at that, forcing myself not to imagine hearing her say my name like that as I would knot her. I desperately pushed that thought away. “Yes?” “Do you know what's going on with me?” Her eyes begging me, nearly hypnotizing, I couldn’t lie. “Yes.” “Can you help me, Dean?” I swallowed even harder at that one and couldn’t suppress a growl. Y/N moaned at that. This was not going well, I have to take care of her and quick before I have to run out of this room again. “I’m going to help you get through this and when you're better I'll let you decide.” She nodded her head in agreement.   I put my hand on her forehead, she was having a serious fever, even for an omega in heat. I grabbed her shoulders to guide her to the shower but she blacked out. “Y/N? Y/N?!” I lightly tapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up but it didn’t work. “Damnit!” I was starting to get panicked, this was not good. I pulled the sheet off of her being hit with another wave of her scent. She wasn't wearing any pants, only her panties, which were soaked through with her slick.   I clenched my jaw and took her bridal-style into the bathrooms and put her into the bath and let the water run. Hopefully this would lower her body temperature.   I took my cellphone and called Sammy, he picked up very quickly. “How are you doing?” “Awesome.” I answered sarcastically. “That bad, huh?” He said and he has no idea. Let’s just say that I’m glad I had the 2 suppressants. “I need you to get some stuff.” I said as I cupped some water with my hand and rinsed it over Y/N’s face. “Sure”   I was glad Sam didn’t make a fuss about the list. The only annoying question he asked was how I knew what exact stuff I needed. I didn’t even respond to that. “Just hurry up Sam.” I barked at him, right my patience was running thin. This was about the wellbeing of my ome- I mean Y/N.   I took the hose and let the water run over her body. After, I think, 45min her fever finally started to drop a bit.   After a while Sam quickly brought the supplies and after the shower I dried Y/N off. She was still warm but that was normal. I carried her to the bed but every time I wanted to leave She’d moan out in pain again. So I decided to give her some medicine and lie next to her in bed. It didn’t take long for her to crawl against me.   I’ve been on edge ever since I got in this room, not knowing how I would react to an omega and having her lie on my chest soothed her but it also soothed me. As she took hold of my shirt, with her head lying on my chest, occasionally moaning, her breath becoming more regular as I stroked her hair and she fell asleep.   I felt proude for having soothed her, it’s something I hadn’t felt in a long time. For now I let her sleep, I intended on going and having some sleep myself but it felt wrong so I stayed and watched over her for now.   --   This continued for a couple of days. Sam brought supplies and Y/N was in and out of consciousness. Every time I wanted to leave I just couldn’t, my instinct wouldn’t let me, I felt to protective of her. So during these days, the only times I left was when I absolutely had to for hygiene, food or drinks.   I felt Y/N stir under my touch. I then felt her body language change into surprise, shock. She suddenly shot up, I held her arms so she wouldn’t fall of the bed. “Dean? What’s happening?” She asked me confused.   There’s no getting around this anymore. She seems to be clear now and I don’t know how else to explain this. Here it goes, let’s see how she’s going to react.     *Y/N POV*   Dean had given me the explanation and I was trying to sum up the main things.   "So basically my only choice is to lock myself up and go through that pain or to find myself a mate? Because if I don’t find a mate then that means that any random alpha can boss me around." I stated questionably. “Basically, yes.” Dean answered. “And the person has to be an alpha.” I asked skeptical, shaking my head, trying to wrap my head around this weird world.   Dean answered very serious. “You can go for a beta but if you’re unlucky and run into a very dominant alpha, the ruling of the beta won’t stand a chance. An alpha scent quiet surely will keep you safe and will make sure that the other alpha’s don’t bother you because it’ll be clear that you’re already taken.” Dean explained calmly. I didn’t respond, I didn’t know how to. This was just so much bullshit but real information at once.   It was silent for a long time. This is so frustrating, what kind of world creates this crap! It’s like going back to the stone ages with primates and shit but even worse than I ever could imagine… aargh!   “Great. So I've got to mate somebody… and once that is done that person will be my partner… FOREVER and secondly I have to make sure that that person isn’t a total asshole who will intent to use me as some kind of slave because if so I’m simply not able to disobey that person?! And next to that every month and a half or so, instead of bleeding I’m just going to go crazy with pain, cramps, heat and become delusional.” I ranted nearly hysterical towards Dean. I couldn’t figure out his expression as he nodded yes. I then stared at my hands.   I can’t believe this. This is NOT happening to me! I’m not going to be some good little damsel in destress and let all those alpha’s walk over me, I can’t live like that! I then really looked at my hands and saw that they were shaking. I only then noticed that my cheeks were wet and I was having trouble breathing.   I felt a hand on my shoulder and slowly looked up. Dean was so close, I could feel his breath brushing my cheeks and my breath halted at that. Dean then spoke normal but for some reason it seemed so soothing to me, like I was in some kind of trance. “Don’t worry about it. For now you've just had your first heat. That will give you about a month and a half before you have the next. So for now take some rest.” He said as he stroked his thumb across my cheek, whipping the tears away.   Again, why did it feel so soothing when Dean spoke? But besides that, if he was right then I’d have to find a solution within a month. ONE MONTH. Dean let go of my cheek. I groaned at the loss of touch and at the thought of having to go through this all over again.   You’d think a month is long, trust me, it’ll be around the corner before I even freaking know it. My thoughts were then interrupted by Dean. “Besides maybe we'll find a way to get you home and you won’t have to.” He said. ‘God I hope not.’ Before I knew it I’d thought that. I should want to go home. I looked at Dean, looking him straight into his green eyes, feeling a bit sad. “I guess.” Dean gave a small smile and put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair.   He stood up and walked towards the door. “Dean?” He turned around. “hmm” “Thank you, ya know… for being here.” He didn’t say anything he just gave me a soft smile and nod and left the room.     *1,5 months later* Sam left on a hunt with Garth and Dean just came back from a hunt with Jody.   “You’re in heat again.” He stated, dropping his bag on the table. “Why hello there Dean, nice to see you too. How was your day?” I said overfriendly and sarcastic. He just snorted at that, which in return made me sigh. “Is it that obvious?” I asked softly.   “Well your scent is getting pretty strong.” He said, taking his guns out of his bag and putting them on the table. I put my book aside. “This is ridiculous, I didn’t have any cramps or feel heated until you walked in.” I moaned annoyed.   It was very faint but I could hear Dean mumble. “There will be more where that came from.” It seriously pissed me off. “This isn't funny Dean!” He gave an annoyed sigh himself. “Oh believe me, I’m not laughing and if you can’t handle it then lock yourself up like the other omega’s!” His annoyance being very clear and it made me feel attacked.   Against my feelings, which said that I shouldn’t speak against him, I carefully mumbled. “I don’t want to.” My mumble with a hint of shame. I could feel the tension in the air and hear Dean get really agitated as he made a heavy annoyed sigh. When he spoke, it made me flinch. “Well then you should have found yourself an alpha. I warned you this was going to happen.” Tears started to form in my eyes as he said that and I looked at the door that went downstairs.   I had to swallow at the thought of it, I couldn’t help it. I didn't want this. I didn't want to be locked up and be in pain for a week maybe even two. Dean had given me some magazines that explained this stuff and I bought myself some toys but I read online that even that wasn’t really satisfying and could be ineffective… even though the dildo’s were huge at the tip.   So conclusion was that even with the toys, I would still be out of it and in pain for like a week. Dean was right, I still didn’t have an alpha. I hadn’t even really tried. I didn’t want to be mated for life to some guy that I’d met and know for barely 3 weeks. This was only my second heat! I guess I just had to suck it up and get my toys…   “You’re right. I’ll go down in a minute.” I said, not looking away from the door as I felt tears falling down my cheeks again.     *Dean's POV* I looked at Y/N as she said that and saw the tears falling down her cheek. I’m such an idiot. This is just her second heat. It’s just, her scent drives me crazy. Right now I lose my temper so easily around her but seeing her cry, I just can’t take it to see her like that. Before I even realized what I said, I had already spoken it out loud.   “I'm an alpha” I said, looking at her and getting my hopes up… what the HELL am I saying?!   It took her a little while before she even looked at me and when she did I saw her giving me a sad smile. “Why doesn't that surprise me?” She answered.   It stayed silent for a little while. Y/N continued to stare at the door, I looked at my bag and took out a few things and laid them onto the table. The silence was killing me, so I started to babble on. “We could… you know.” I’m not even sure if she’d heard me. When I look up I see her looking back at me but instead of laughing or cringing like I expected her to, she gave me this sad smile.   “I don't want to ask that from you.” I felt my alpha pride being offended. “Why not?” Even I could hear the offence in my voice. I could see her flinch at my tone of voice. She hesitantly answered. “Uhm I don’t know about you but I thought we were talking about ‘mating’ not ‘knotting’.” I looked at her confused. “Yeah, I know what we were talking about.” I said seriously.   She slightly turned her head in disbelieve, still looking at me. “Mating.” She said again articulating it very clearly. “Yeah, I get that.” I said. “Do you?” I couldn’t help myself and started to laugh. “Yes, I understand the meaning of mating Y/N.” I raised one eyebrow, she looked unsure and scared at my proposal. I don’t get it. “I’d thought you’d jump at an opportunity like this.” I said carefully, not daring to make a sudden move.   It stayed silent for a while. I could actually see the gears turning in her head. I didn’t dare disturb her. I was surprised at myself for suggesting it but now that the cat was out of the box, I didn’t care anymore. And deep down I finally realized I actually loved her. I had actually know since the first time I smelled her scent. Sweetheart, please don’t break my heart.   “We’re friends right?” She said, taking me by surprise. “At least I thinks so… right?” She continued carefully. I nearly cut her off, I responded so fast. “We are.” I couldn’t help but look her in the eyes. She didn’t look away and it had turned into a quite intense stare. After a while I broke the ice “So what’s the problem?”   She sighed. “Because in my eyes you are amazing and you deserve better than some ‘friend’ from another dimension who wants to ‘solve this problem’ in order for her to behave ‘normal’.” She started to fiddle with her hands, staring at them. “You should be with an omega that you actually want to be with.”   Her word were kind and yet hurtful at the same time. She was looking towards the floor. I walked towards her and with every step I moved closer I could feel her become tenser, her scent becoming stronger, her breath heavier. As for me, I didn’t notice anything else in the room, it was only her. It annoyed me that she didn’t look at me. I gently held her chin and guided it so that she couldn’t avoid my gaze any longer.   It also became clear to me that Y/N didn’t recognize the effect my scent had on her but seeing her react to my touch, sound etc. it was obvious, she was my mate and I was hers. Just because of her lack of experience she didn’t notice. I’d have to make it clear to her in another way.   “First of all.” I took a step closer. “I decide whether or not you're good enough for me and if I didn't like you then I wouldn't have said I was an alpha or suggested this in the first place.” She seemed speechless at the moment, her cheeks flushed, I couldn’t help but tease her a little bit. “And besides we’ll only be stuck to each other for a little while, literally.” I said while smirking.   “Literally?” She asked almost shocked. I can’t believe this and started to get annoyed again. “Didn’t you look any of this up?” I asked annoyed and she flinched but to my own arousal and surprise she bite back. “I’ve been a bit busy!” She said pointing at the stacks of books and paperwork scattered over the two tables. Which were mainly researches for me and Sam’s cases and also some lore about getting her home. ‘Hn, feisty omega.’ I looked from her to the table, back and forth and noticed certain books about dimensions and time travel.   ‘Home, her home.’ I felt my gut falling, she’s been searching for a way home so even if I’ve found my mate there is still a chance she’ll leave me. That would be just my luck. Even the thought of it already hurt worse than hell. Having found not just an omega but my true mate and from another dimension none other the less and then this might happen.   I looked at her and she seemed to still wait for an answer. “Yeah I guess.” I answered carefully. Y/N stayed quiet for a bit until I heard her whisper something. “What?” I asked. She looked up at me with her bright E/C eyes. “Does that mean you like me? Even just a little bit.” She asked shyly. I couldn’t help but let out an aroused grunt. “Yes.”   There was another long silence, her scent became stronger, as I held my breath. She then carefully spoke again. “Are you sure? I don’t want this to get weird between us.” Her scent was getting stronger and stronger by the second. I briefly closed my eyes, focused and then looked straight into her eyes without a doubt in my mind. “Yes, I’m sure.” Not realizing I was using my alpha voice to reassure her. I could see and feel the tension leave her and she smiled at me as I gave her a small smile back.   I took a step back before I would completely lose control. “You go ahead downstairs. I’ll have a quick shower, by then you should have reached your peak, it will be more effective then.” I explained. She nodded and started to walk towards the door when I thought of something. “You have been taking the anti-conception shots, right?” I asked concerned. She turned around and was blown away by the confident, cheeky smile and tone she responded with. “Yes, why? Afraid you’ll get me pregnant?” She giggled in a nearly sadistic and daring way. I don’t even think I’d have to wait too long to reach my peak. The way she is right now, I could take her on the spot. ‘MY omega.’   ----   *Y/N POV*   I followed dean’s instructions, thinking about him, his scent still hung around me. I only got warmer and warmer, the cramps came again in stronger waves. It’s as if the further away dean was the worse I got. I went into my room, laid down on the bed and waited for dean as I held my stomach in pain.   It was odd, before, Dean’s words had soothed me and I couldn’t wind my mind around the fact that Dean would be my mate. I’m going to have sex with Dean Winchester and not ‘normal’ sex either. I started to get nervous, feeling like some kind of virgin, because I didn’t know what to expect really. I’d never done it as an omega. I was never so out of it, horney, warm and desperate like I was now.   I had closed my eyes and couldn’t keep my breathing under control, the cramps felt unbearable. I heard someone moaning only to realize that it was me. It then became dark, I didn’t notice anything until I felt a hand on my arm, the hand feeling intense warm on my skin.   “Dean?” I moaned and was met with lips touching mine. I tried to slowly opened my eyes but they felt so heavy, I could only open them half way. I saw dean, flushed as well with a wild look in his eyes. There was this smell around him, it must have been his scent. It was so strong, it felt like a soothing, numbing fog. He let out a heavy like animal grunt. I stopped overthinking it.   I let my hand go over his chest, he didn’t have a shirt on. It was so hot and electrifying. My other hand went to the back of his neck as his hands went to my lower back, pulling us closer together, feeling him rubbing against me.   Dean’s lips hungrily and rough went from my mouth to my jawline and going over my neck. Biting at it but not breaking skin. He pulled back and I let out a frustrated moan and let out a grunt in response. “My omega.” He said as he took off all his clothes. “Dean” I moaned as his scent became stronger and he helped me take off my clothes.   We were now completely naked, with me pinned down under him. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down over my head, he kissed and nibbled my neck as he said with his rough voice. “I’m your alpha” As he said the word ‘alpha’ he slightly bit my skin, making me gasp out. Feeling myself become slick, trying to rub my thighs to stop the throbbing but dean stopped me.   Dean bit my skin again and I moaned out. “Dean” He bit again but harder. I let out a gasp and moaned again. “Alpha…” He licked this time and then bite again. “my alpha” I moaned. He bit harder, nearly drawing blood and let out another animal like moan. His manhood throbbing against my lower body, twitching. I let out an even louder moan. Indicating that I wanted more, I needed more and I needed it now. “Alpha!”   You quickly felt yourself being filled. You let out moans as dean whispered in your ear. “My omega” “Good omega” “Mine” “Breed” “I’m going to knot you” “Mine” “My omega” over and over again.   As he whispered his pace got faster until he was really pounding into you. With every thrust you let out a moan of pleasure and want. He let go of your wrists and immediately your hands went to the back of his shoulders, clawing into them. Receiving a heavy grunt from Dean.   You had no idea how long Dean had been pounding into you or how long you had been clawing at his back, moaning for him. He seemed to get close, he suddenly pulled out of you. Before you could complain he had turned you around, face down, lifted up your backside and filled you up again. Going at a merciless pounding speed. Making you literally cry out of bliss as Dean kept going and kissed your back.   You felt him getting bigger inside you, feeling him throb, knowing he was close you started calling for him. “Alpha, fill me. Make me whole.” Dean started having difficulty moving inside you. “Omega. Knotting you. Fill you up. My Omega.” Dean pushed inside you as far as he could, feeling yourself being filled to the max by his knot and Dean letting out a big grunt as he filled you up with his semen. You went over the edge as he bit your neck but not like the previous times, he bit deep, drawing blood.   Your entire body shook, overloaded with sensations. It felt like forever that you were being filled up by him and with his teeth still sinking into your shoulder. Your suddenly felt weak, heavy, like a rage doll. You felt Dean letting go of your shoulder and nuzzling your neck, whispering all kinds of things. He was still inside you when he carefully turned you two to the side and held you tight in his arms. He kissed and licked your bite mark as you fell asleep satisfied.   Half hour later you woke up and you were still connected to Dean. He quickly explained and made some smartass comments.   “You are pretty awesome, for an alien.” Dean said snorting the last bit. I playfully slapped him and offendedly answered. “Says the guy biting my neck like a vampire and having his dick stuck inside me while pumping me full with… his semen.” Just saying it out loud made my cheeks heat up while moaning it out and having it throb down below. Dean automatically responded by growling and biting my neck once more, again drawing blood. Making me yelp in surprise, feeling him tense and fill me up once more.   We stayed like that for a while until dean let go of my neck. I let myself go limp in his embrace but I still wondered. “Dean?” He kissed my neck as he responded “hmmm”.   “I've been wondering, is it always like this here?” He stopped kissing me “What do you mean?” I could feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “I-I mean is the sex always so intense and… good.” He stayed silent for a minute and then answered. “No.” I tensed, did I just embarrass myself, am I the onl- “That only happens with mates, my omega” he growled, nibbling and kissing your neck. “You were amazing.” You felt such relief and aroused hearing that.   “I’ve been wondering” Dean asked and you hummed in acknowledgment. “How does it go at your place then? Don’t you people knot or something?” You started to giggle a bit, thinking about the situation you are in and answered. “No, dicks don't usually swell up until they get themselves stuck inside someone.” You could just feel him rolling his eyes and you continued. “And no, there are no alpha’s, betas or omegas.” It then became quiet and you looked over your shoulder at Dean. He looked in thought before asking. “But how do you know if you've found your mate?” You smirked and gave him a light peck on the lips. “We don't, we need to work hard for our relationships and hope that the person you love is truly your other half. Only time will tell.” You saw Dean thinking as he nodded in understanding.   It only then occurred to you what he had actually said and asked. You to turn around to look at him as best as you could without hurting each other since you were still stuck together. “Wait a second! Do alpha’s or omega’s know who their true partner or mate is?” Your surprise clearly noticeable in your voice.   “Well it’s different for everybody but you can usually smell it from there scent.” You looked at him surprised as his answer dawned on you. Your eyes grew wide and you started to mumble without real words coming out. Dean sighed. “I smelled it. The first time you went into heat.” You were still surprised as Dean knowingly smirked and gloated over you. “Me?” You asked the obvious. He nodded at first and then shook his head. “You didn’t notice a thing did you.” He said and slightly raised his eyebrow as if he wanted to say ‘you idiot’.   “I-I-I didn’t know. I-I just always thought you smelled good.” He grabbed your chin and kissed you passionately. When we were both out of breath, we looked at each other. “My alpha” You moaned “My omega.”   “Stay with me.” Dean asked you, his voice sounding like a plea. Without a doubt in your mind. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here with Dean. “I’m not going anywhere.” You stroke his scruffy cheek, him leaning into your hand.   “But do you even like me?” You teased him. “Obviously” he mumbled into your hand while rolling his eyes. ”Obviously? As if you’re captain-obvious about stuff like this.” You laughed. He pulls you closer and whispered in your ear. “Let me put it this way. Even if you had my mating scent, I wouldn’t have agreed to mating you if I didn’t love you. Unlike some people in this relationship, I know the extent and meaning of mating.” He ended trying to tease you. But you were just smiling from ear to ear which made Dean confused.   You gave him a peck on the mouth and said teasingly. “You said you love me.” He was surprised himself and had a ‘busted’ look on his face. He pulls you closer, holding you tight while teasing you down below, making you moan as roughly groaned into your ear. “Shut up and let me love you.”