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sofreddie · 3 years ago

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Resigned 3

Summary: Y/N's becoming more comfortable as Jensen's Omega. But Jensen is only beginning to understand just how bad it really is for her.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader, Unnamed Male Alpha

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/treated badly, Angst, Rut, Mentions of Noncon, DUBCON, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting), Injury to Reader, Aggression, Asshole Alpha, Prejudice, Derogatory Language

WC: 2352

A/N: There are, and will continue to be, difficult themes in this story. I am doing my best to encompass those warnings appropriately. Please heed them!

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Part 2

Y/N knew he was right and despite her justified anger, she felt guilty and a little sad for him too. She accused her Alpha of assault and she could see how much it hurt him. She couldn’t change or undo anything, and even if she could she’d need her Alpha’s help and permission to do so. She also didn’t forget the fact that she could be in an Omega Correctional Facility right then if he had wanted, being punished and molded into a proper Omega.

She looked to her Alpha again, truly looking at him as something other than a beast. He was handsome, but his eyes were like a window, swirling with a mix of emotions that she could slowly pick out and feel. Though his rut clearly had him in a horrid state by this point, he was doing his best to remain calm and patient. To wait for her.

“You need me,” Y/N stated, and though Jensen knew it wasn’t a question he nodded anyway.

His Alpha was ready to grab her and take what he needed, but he didn’t want a repeat of before. He wanted her to want him too. Though if he couldn’t keep a hold of his Alpha, and if she continued to be stubborn, he was afraid it might not matter.

So when Y/N slowly stood, holding his gaze, he was pleasantly surprised. She took him by the hand and he could feel the tremble in her fingers as she pulled him towards her bedroom. She was still sore and terrified, but she knew -as his Omega- he’d have her either way. She hoped that if she went willingly and didn’t fight him this time that maybe he’d be more gentle.

Jensen watched as Y/N silently and bashfully removed her clothes, letting them drop to the floor. She crawled onto the surface of the bed, lowering her head and hands in a perfect presentation. A low growl of approval came from him as he removed his clothes and slowly crawled on the bed behind her. Y/N took a deep breath as she waited, feeling her Alpha’s hands roaming and appreciating her hips and backside.

The breath was suddenly punched from her in surprise as she was flipped onto her back, Jensen settling between her thighs. He leaned down and kissed her lips sweetly, continuing to kiss along her jaw and neck. She tried to make herself relax, his kisses so featherlight and pleasant. When he licked over her claim she involuntarily flinched, feeling her panic from the first time returning.

“Don’t be afraid, Omega,” Jensen pleaded as he continued kissing and soothing her.

He adjusted his hips and slid within her easily, settling with a groan. She really felt so perfect, made just for him. Her wetness made his movements smooth, his strokes long and deep. She turned her head as he reached her mark, licking over it again and again. Her mind was trying to retreat again, leave her Omega in control, but Jensen wasn’t having it.

“Stay with me,” he begged, cupping her face with one hand as the other held one of her legs for a deeper angle, “Be here with me, Y/N.”

His voice, followed by a deep thrust, made her moan and grip tight to his shoulders. Jensen groaned at her touch, her fingers digging into his flesh urging him on. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder. His hands wound around her back and hips, holding her tight.

Y/N winced and hissed, squirming against his strengthening hold that was bruising her skin and exacerbating the ones she already had. Realizing it, Jensen forced himself to stop, his grip loosening and holding her gently once more. Each huffed breath carried a gentle growl as he pinched his eyes shut and fought an internal battle that she watched flash across his face.

“Sorry,” he grumbled, kissing her skin in apology as he started again, slow and measured.

She was more than surprised at Jensen’s response and his obvious attempt to control himself. He was trying to be less rough, though she supposed his rut would only allow that so far. She figured maybe her willingness made it easier, maybe it was partly because he was mated now. Either way, she was grateful.

It was still a bit rough, Jensen fighting with his Alpha for control while he tried to connect with his Omega. When he hurt her, he stopped and soothed her before starting again. It happened a few times, but each time she called out to him and each time he calmed and slowed, kissing all over her to reassure her.

She also tried to recede into herself a few times, when it started to become too much, but Jensen gently brought her back to him, making sure they were connected and in it together. He wouldn’t let it be like the first time. Never again.

When her orgasm crashed into her, it surprised them both. Y/N clung to him tightly as Jensen increased his pace, pumping a few more times before his knot popped and locked them together. He opened his mouth and sucked on her claim, careful not to give in to the urge to bite. It drew out her experience, her walls milking him for his seed.

He felt lightheaded and blissed out, her satisfaction coursing through his veins along with his own. He looked down at her, brushing her hair back with one hand. He chuckled lightly, seeing the dopey grin on her face as he looked down at her.

“You okay?” he asked, dazed by how beautiful she was. He didn’t get to remember or enjoy all this the first time.

“Yes, Alpha,” she smiled at him. It was better, and she did feel more connected to him. While she was still wary, she wished that the first encounter had been a little more like this. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel the way she did about them.

The suppressants and blockers to which she'd become accustomed had long since been worked out of her system. Her emotions and urges were raw and exposed, intense and unfamiliar. Yet her connection to him seemed to ground her, the need to fight dwindling away. In an instant, she grew concerned and remorseful, mourning the loss of her freedom and shameful for giving in to her more submissive side.

She was becoming exactly what he wanted, and exactly what she never wanted to be.

When she broke eye contact, turning her head to the side, Jensen sighed but allowed her a small escape from the moment. He licked over her offered claim once more until his knot receded enough for him to withdraw. He moved to spoon her, her eyes already fluttering closed as she gave in to the post-coital exhaustion.

Jensen held her close, hoping things would get better. If he could just get her to his home, her new home, then they could relax and spend time working on their bond and life.

He was sure of it.

“So, what’s the plan?” Y/N asked, watching Jensen gather all of their packed bags into a pile near the door. They still hadn't talked much, about anything. Jensen's intense rut and wonky cycle making mating a priority.

To be honest, she was grateful it seemed to be over, though his need to touch and hold her remained. She wasn't sure she could handle it anymore. Just the thought of taking his knot again had her whimpering in pain, her core throbbing in protest. He did try to be gentle, but his Alpha was still hard to manage. As soon as she would begin to feel comfortable, he'd flip on a dime, having her quaking with trepidation once more.

Now with both of their cycles sated, there was a peace and calm that settled between them, however awkward it may still be.

“Well, we’ll fly home to Texas for our Mate Leave,” Jensen explained, taking another lap around the apartment to ensure he’d remembered to pack everything. She didn’t have much and what little she did keep he managed to pack into their suitcases. “Then you’ll come with me while I film, I think,” he finished with a smile. Now that his rut seemed to be under control, it was the best time to travel.

Jensen tried his damndest to keep a smile on his face for her, keeping such a tight rein on his emotions he felt like he might snap. But it was worth it to see his Omega relax just a little, to be able to talk to him and give herself to him willingly when he needed it.

The tight and short leash he had on his Alpha was hard to maintain as they made the trip from her apartment to their seats on the plane. He was careful to try and disguise them, dressed in plain clothes, ball caps and glasses, doing their best to blend in as just a newly mated couple.

Y/N had suggested maybe using blockers for the trip, but Jensen scowled at the idea. He didn’t want her blocked from him, he didn’t want anything between them. Using a blocker, no matter how convenient, was a step backward to him and he couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter anyway, he figured, since it was just as common for people to not use them. He was proud of finding his mate and of their bond. He wasn’t about to let anything come between that.

Y/N squirmed and fidgeted with her collar the whole time. Jensen refrained from commenting, knowing how uncomfortable she must have been. He didn’t want to put the damn thing on her, but he had no choice. It was the law. As soon as it snapped closed around her neck, she winced, her claim having been reopened a few times, her neck littered with love bites and hickeys of varying colors. He’d claimed her thoroughly, of which he was proud. But he whined like a kicked puppy at her discomfort, at having to collar her in the first place.

He just needed to get her home.

As they found and settled into their seats on the smaller plane, Jensen let out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding. He slid in the seat by the window, used to sitting there and being without a companion to care for on his flights. Y/N quietly took the seat beside him, her eyes wandering and taking in her surroundings. She had told him she’d been on a plane before, but she’d only ever been in coach. He hoped she enjoyed that he was able to provide much more comfortable arrangements for their short trip.

Though he decided to leave out the part about having to call multiple companies before he found one willing to let his Omega sit in a first-class seat beside him, as well as the extra fees to make it happen.

He was desperate to get home, his Alpha going insane over instinctually trying to protect his Omega. It was exhausting when it seemed the entire world was built against her. He knew things were bad for Omegas. He was progressive, listened to the argument, and tried to raise awareness.

But knowing and experiencing are two very different things.

There was already so much more to it than he had ever known, or had to know, being an Alpha. He didn’t understand how Alphas could make such laws against Omegas when all his Alpha wanted to do was protect and love the woman beside him.

As soon as they were in the air and the light clicked on that they could move around, Jensen let out a long and slow breath. He smiled tightly at Y/N as he unbuckled his seatbelt, silently encouraging her to do the same. She followed his movements, stretching out a little and feeling slightly more comfortable. Jensen was about to start talking to her, about home and his hopeful plans, but a slightly sour scent and male voice caught both of their attention.

“Jensen Ackles!” The man laughed, grinning. “Oh man, I’m such a big fan!” A quick whiff and Jensen could tell the man was an Alpha which suddenly made his rational mind take a back seat as his Alpha responded to the presence of a potential threat.

The man’s eyes drifted over Y/N and she squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. “You must be so proud,” the man continued, either oblivious or uncaring of Jensen’s growing Alpha ire. “She looks like a hell of a breeder. Give you lots of pups.”

Jensen stood, a snarl on his lips and growl in his throat. He was ready to rip this Alpha to shreds for even talking about his Omega like that. Not to mention calling her a fucking Breeder. Y/N's head dropped in shame at the derogatory term. The man continued to laugh as he continued wherever he had been going before. Jensen's body lurched, ready to attack the other Alpha but Y/N quickly reached out a hand, placing it firmly on his chest.

“Dont,” she urged as she stood, “Please.”

She didn’t want a scene, and she certainly didn’t want him to lose control of his Alpha. She could feel how angry he was, and she was actually really happy that he was ready to protect and defend her against that horrible Alpha. But right now she was more concerned about getting Mr. Hyde to turn back into Dr. Jekyll.

Jensen closed his eyes, her touch warming and calming to him and his Alpha. Opening his eyes once more, he shuffled with her, forcing her down into the seat by the window before he lowered himself into the aisle seat she had just occupied. He spent the rest of the flight on edge, his attention sharp and focused as the Alpha took charge, glaring at anyone who came close or even looked in their direction.

Y/N relented with a sigh, turning her attention out the window and to the vast clouds and shining sun outside, daydreaming of a better life. A life where it didn’t matter that she was an Omega. A life where her Alpha didn’t have to stand at constant watch for threats. A life where she and her Alpha could be happy and simply be.

PART 4

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years ago

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Instinct

Summary: Instinct is the hottest BDSM club on the scene, and Jensen goes out for the night looking for an escape. But instead he finds something that he never anticipated, and his own instincts won’t let him resist.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha!Jensen, Omega!Reader, Dom!Jensen, Sub!Reader, BDSM play, BDSM club, exhibitionism, public sex, possessive alpha, rough sex, soulmates, claiming Word Count: 3.2k Created for: @spndeanbingo - Exhibitionism | @spnabobingo - Public Sex | @j3bingo - Backstage

A/N: Written @katbratsupernaturalwhore 's monthly commission ❤️❤️ who doesn't love a bit of possessive Alpha Jensen?

Jensen is brimming with anticipation as he pushes through the heavy soundproof door at the base of the staircase. The buzz of the crowd pulsing to the beat of the heavy techno music envelops him as he picks a path through the dancing clusters of people. This is the tamer area, the dance floor and the bar for people who just want to dip their toes into the danger – the real party is in the back, and that’s exactly where Jensen is headed.

The further into the club he moves, the more oppressive the wet heat and the stink of pheromones becomes. You’re supposed to take some sort of suppressant before you come, otherwise everyone’s scents can easily become overwhelming considering the sheer volume of sex everyone is having or preparing to have as soon as they move somewhere more private. Jensen is glad he remembered to take his blockers this morning, because they’ve dulled his sense of smell as well as masked his own alpha scent. Hopefully, that will prevent any overly needy omegas propositioning him.

Jensen knows it may be old fashioned, but he prefers to make the first move. He likes the thrill of the chase, the challenge of earning his omega’s submission, not having it thrown carelessly at his feet. Even if it’s a one night stand, which is what he’s after this evening, truthfully, he likes the experience to mean something. He has needs like everyone else, and he doesn’t see the point in denying himself and enduring the needless pain that would result in, but he secretly wishes he could save himself just for his mate. Whenever he meets her, he’s going to work to make their first time together as special as he possibly can.

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, deciding to add a touch more of the shimmering body powder you have to your shoulders and collarbones. Turning this way and that, all the high points you want to accentuate catch the light beautifully, and you know the effect will be even better when you’re out on stage. One last shake of your chest to make sure your breasts are sitting as high as they can in your strapless bustier, and you’re ready.

Down the hall, loitering behind the curtain, is your Dom for the night – Chris. You’ve worked with him before, and you perform well together. He’s very strict, but there’s always a hint of a smile on his dark pink lips, even when he’s meant to be serious.

Chris gives you a beaming smile when he sees you, taking your hand and spinning you around for him so he can admire your lingerie. He growls playfully and pulls you into a one armed hug, nuzzling against your neck to reacquaint himself with your scent.

“It’ll be a shame to tear this one, you look ravishing,” he whispers huskily, his stubble and his breath tickling your skin, and you squirm against him.

“You know, you could not tear my clothes off,” you remind him with a giggle. “I can always strip for you.”

“Yeah, but that’s much less fun,” he grins, nipping at your neck.

“Get off,” you roll your eyes and shove him away lightly, and Chris laughs and shakes himself out. You turn and look at him curiously, suddenly catching a scent you don’t recognise. “Are you wearing cologne or something?” you ask, and Chris looks at you, confused.

“No, why?”

“You smell different,” you mumble, grabbing his wrist and scenting him where his pulse is stronger. He smells how you remember though, fresh and bright, like sunshine on pine trees. But when you pull your head back you smell that other scent again, something deeper – dark and spicy and alluring – and you have no idea where it’s coming from.

“Did you take your suppressants?” Chris double checks, and you nod slowly.

“Maybe they’re just being slow to kick in tonight,” you shrug, brushing off the thought when you hear the music change on the other side of the curtain to the entrance song for your performance.

“That’s you ‘mega,” Chris grins, pulling back the curtain and swatting you on the ass to propel you forward onto the stage, to be met with the customary applause and wolf-whistles of a room full of horny spectators.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Alpha,” you shoot him a wink, then turn to your crowd.

Jensen has wound his way through several of the back rooms at Instinct, but found nothing and no one to pique his interest. Deciding it’s time for a drink, he makes his way to a bar that has one empty seat left right on the end, closest to the stage. He imagines that’s due to the very nearby speakers, but he isn’t trying to hold a conversation with anyone just now, so he makes his way to the bar stool and slides on, flagging down a bartender and pointing at a bottle of whiskey with two fingers. The barman pours him a double of the deep honey coloured liquid, and Jensen waves away the ice when it’s offered to him, taking his drink neat.

The music changes abruptly to something with a slow, jazzy fanfare, and Jensen looks up to see a curtain opening to reveal a stunningly gorgeous omega stepping through. The crowd cheers loudly, egging her on as she shimmies herself toward the pole in the centre of the stage, her hips swaying enticingly. Jensen feels his throat go dry, and he quickly takes a sip of his whiskey to alleviate the sudden difficulty he’s having breathing. His heart is beating louder than the base rhythm thumping through the speakers, and he can feel his hands start to shake.

What the hell is happening to him?

The omega – Pearl, the announcer had introduced her as – winds herself around the pole intricately in time with the music. Every time she spins in his direction Jensen feels his chest tighten, and embarrassingly, his slacks tighten too. Of course, clubs like this are meant to be erotic, are meant to arouse the senses, but Jensen has been here plenty of times and he’s never gotten more than a semi until he’s taken his chosen prey back to a private room, or out into the night. Sporting a full on erection while sitting at a bar in a room full of people is not his usual style. And ‘Pearl’ hasn’t even taken any of her clothes off, yet.

Christ, what is it about this girl? Jensen gulps down the remainder of his whiskey and signals to the bartender for another.

Pearl drops to her knees on stage, spreading her thighs wide and laying all the way back until her head is touching the floor, pushing her breasts up enticingly in the pearl encrusted bustier she’s wearing. There’s whistles from the crowd and applause as the music dies down. The omega stays in her ending pose, breathing heavily. Jensen is close enough to the stage that he can see the sweat beading on her skin, catching the stage lights as her body settles gently into the floor, and she swings her legs out from beneath her, rolling over and pushing herself up on her hands and knees, then bowing her head down and presenting to the crowd.

Jensen feels something shift in his world at that exact moment. A waft of the sweetest, strongest scent he’s ever encountered drifts across the room, and he breathes it in deep, his lungs shuddering when the air hits them. Suddenly it’s like all of his senses are heightened, and the aroma magnifies a hundred fold. His eyes focus in on Pearl’s body, specifically between her legs, where her panties are stretching tightly over her holes, barely disguising them beneath the lacy fabric. And now Jensen swears he can see the slick that’s staining them and beginning to spread around the edge of the fabric to glisten on the skin of her thighs.

Fucking hell, this omega is up on stage, presenting herself to a crowd of strangers, and she’s practically fucking dripping from how wet it’s making her.

The curtain parts again and an alpha strolls on to the stage, but Jensen doesn’t notice his presence until he uses the riding crop in his hand to tilt Pearl’s chin up and make her look at him.

“Good little Omega, waiting for your Alpha on your knees,” he croons, voice magnified by some microphone Jensen can’t see. Pearl nods eagerly, staring up at the alpha adoringly.

“Do I get my reward, Alpha?” she asks sweetly, and her voice is the most beautiful sound Jensen has ever heard. But her words make something inside him snap viciously. Before he knows what he’s doing, Jensen has leapt out of his chair and vaulted himself up onto the stage.

“No,” Jensen growls, pushing the blonde, muscley alpha out of the way. Jensen drops down on one knee and grabs Pearl’s face, forcing her to meet his eyes. When she does, they both gasp, and Jensen sees her eyes go wide in astonishment. Her skin is burning hot under his fingertips.

“Alpha,” she whimpers, breathless, staring at the man before her.

“That’s right, ‘mega,” Jensen growls, dropping his hand to her throat and yanking her up so her face is level with his own. “You’re mine aren’t you?” And it’s a genuine question. Jensen thinks he understands what’s just happened, he thinks he knows who this girl is to him, but he needs to hear her say it, and he’s fighting every instinct in his body by forcing himself to wait until he can hear those words.

“Yours, Alpha, your-” Jensen doesn’t let her finish the word and crushes his lips to hers.

You surge into the Alpha in front of you, the rest of the world falling away in favour of him; his eyes, his hands, his voice, his body, his lips. His tongue curls itself around yours possessively, teasing into your mouth and stealing your breath for his own.

His hands comb over your body, molding you to him, possessing you. You feel his lips tear from yours and drag down to your throat as he scents you properly for the first time. Teeth gnash gently at your skin, and you can feel the restrained strength that the alpha is clearly struggling to hold back. He wants to bite; to claim you. And in your fog of burning desire, you want that too – you crave it, actually.

You arch your neck, baring more of your skin to him, and you feel his growl rumble through his body in aggravation. Yet he still holds himself back, presses his teeth into your veins but doesn’t draw blood.

“Alpha,” you whimper, and you sound pathetic even to your own ears. Your voice seems to jar him from whatever trance he’s been suspended in since your kiss. He stares down at you, eyes dark and expression hard.

His gaze drags down your body, lingering over the parts of you that are still covered, and clearly unhappy about something he’s looking at. A hand traces from your back down between your legs, and when he touches the wet skin of your thighs you realise just how badly your slick is dripping. It only gets this bad when you’re in heat usually… oh. That explains why every place the alpha touches you burns.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks, voice rolling from his chest like it’s been raked over gravel.

“A-alpha?” You stutter, not wanting to upset him but unsure what he means.

“You’re fucking soaked, ‘mega,” he continues to glare at you, and you feel yourself begin to quake in his grasp. “You get this turned on just from doing your slutty little dance for all these people?”

His words send another gush of slick rushing to your core, and you’re sure he must feel your reaction dripping over his fingers.

“No, Alpha, for you. I promise, just for you,” you plead, trying to make him understand, but you recognize the grim set of his jaw. You’ve seen it on the other alphas you’ve performed with dozens of times – you’re going to be punished. Your pussy clenches desperately at the thought, already impatient for it.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, sweetheart.” Your alpha stands, his hands going immediately to his belt, pulling the heavy strip of leather temptingly through the loops of his slacks. Now he’s standing, you’re face to face with a very visible bulge between his legs. You gulp, swallowing the saliva that floods your mouth at the thought of getting him in between your lips.

A loud crack echoes through the room as the alpha snaps the loop of his belt on his palm, testing the impact, and you see him smirk when you flinch at the noise; but what he doesn’t know is that it’s from anticipation, rather than fear. Though maybe he can sense it, he can probably smell the arousal rolling off you, and you doubt there’s any of the bitter tinge that fright brings to people’s scents.

“Stand the fuck up!” He orders you, and you scramble to your feet, standing in front of him with your head bowed demurely. You can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks next. “So you do know some manners, huh?” He walks in a slow circle around you, trailing his fingers over your skin, testing your response to his touch, but you look resolutely at the floor, refusing to break your composure, wanting to make him proud.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, ‘mega?” he asks calmly, his voice rumbling in his chest, making you shiver.

“Yes, Alpha,” you answer quickly.

“Louder! I want the whole crowd to hear what an obedient little bitch I’ve got myself,” he sneers, bringing the belt down across your thighs. You cry out, feeling the sting shoot a different kind of tingling directly between your legs.

“Thank you, Alpha,” you force out around your deep breaths, trying to get your urges under control so you can stay still.

“Aw, you’re very welcome,” he pouts condescendingly and strikes you again, on the ass this time.

The force of the hit sends you staggering a little, and you catch yourself on the pole so you don’t fall to your knees.

“You just can’t stay away from that thing, can ya’ slut?” The alpha growls and marches towards you, spinning you so your back is pressed against the pole and you’re facing the audience. Their eyes are all watching you hungrily. The next moment there’s hollers and cheers as the alpha grips the front of your bodice and tears. His strength is terrifying, ripping right through the fabric and boning, sending pearls skittering across the stage floor.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted to show off your body to all these people, watch them want you? Well that’s not fucking acceptable, sweetheart. Because you. Are. Mine.”

He spins you around and bends you over, and your hands shoot out and grab the pole so you don’t topple to the stage. You barely manage to hold yourself up as the beating starts. He’s ripped your panties off too, and every slap of his belt lands squarely across both your cheeks, sending a beautiful prickling pain radiating throughout your body.

After every stroke you utter a small ‘thank you, Alpha’, but you know your words are becoming less and less distinguishable the more your brain clouds and the arousal takes over. You can feel yourself beginning to shake, and you know any moment now you’ll be dropping to your knees and begging for your alpha’s cock. You can’t wait any longer, it's absolute torture being this empty.

“Please, Alpha,” you sob, and it’s only then that you realise there’s tears running down your cheeks, dripping to the floor. “Please, fuck me, need you. Need my Alpha, please!” You don’t know if anyone can understand what you’re saying through your whimpers, but your alpha seems to. His arms circle around your waist and pull you up into his chest.

“Good girl, baby, tellin’ me what you need,” he comforts you, dropping a small kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna give you what you need, sweetheart, don’t you worry. Just get down on your knees for me, yeah?” You nod shakily and drop, using his body for support as you make your way to the floor.

“Present,” he instructs, and his voice is firm but there’s an underlying care, almost reverence, to his tone.

You bend and rest your head on the floor, spreading your knees to show your holes to your alpha, knowing he’ll find them soaking, and ready for him to use however he wants. From the corner of your eye you see his shirt flutter to the ground, quickly followed by his trousers, and then you feel him behind you. His skin is burning hot where his thighs touch the backs of yours, and you emit a shocked groan when you feel the heat of his cock slip between your thighs, rubbing along your pussy, but careful not to slip inside. This is not what you need.

Jensen holds out for one more second, thrusting himself between the girl’s slick covered thighs and relishing in the heat of her body, and the torture he knows the teasing is causing her, but he can’t resist any longer. On the next pull back he presses against her entrance and sheaths himself in one stroke, bottoming out quickly and pressing the skin of her ass into his hips, still bright red and beautifully warm from the punishment he’d given her.

All thought of teasing gone, he begins to fuck her with abandon, letting instinct take over as he ravishes his omega for the first time. He feels his knot begin to swell and he eagerly forces it inside her, loving the sound of her screaming out for him.

“Oh my god, Alpha!” she cries, fucking herself back onto his cock eagerly. “Please can I cum? Please please please…”

“Fuck, such a good girl, remembering to ask permission,” he moans, atonished she’s coherent enough to manage that. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d just let go, but the fact that she’s asked him, that she wants to please him with her own pleasure, has Jensen reeling. It’s overwhelming, really, the feeling of devotion that simple gesture has spread through him. “Cum for me, ‘mega. Need you to cum on my knot, baby girl, please,” he begs in turn, and he’s overtaken by his own release.

Jensen bends down, blanketing his omega’s body with his own as he fucks her through their orgasms, relishing in the feel of her convulsing around his cock, squeezing his knot so fucking tightly. He nuzzles breathlessly against her neck, and when she squeezes around him next he grunts and feels his teeth scrape across her skin. Without thinking, he bites, claiming her while they’re still bound together, and his claim seems to draw another ripple of pleasure out of her as she shudders and cries out beneath him.

He doesn’t know how long it takes them to come down, but eventually he looks up and notices the room has been emptied. Looking back down, he smiles at the omega, resting peacefully in his embrace, still cradling his cock inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist. His omega, he thinks again happily, and then his smile drops painfully, because he realises why he keeps calling her Omega – he doesn’t even know her name.

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pink-sparkly-witch · 3 years ago

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Coming Home, Part Two

Summary: Part two of a little A/B/O one shot I wrote a while back. You can read it HERE! It’s the morning after Jensen returns home a few days early from filming The Boys, having been away from his omega for six long months.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, fluff, pregnancy, language, possessive!alpha, clingy!alpha, scenting, light smut

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I’ve wanted to write a sequel to Coming Home for a while now, but other WIPs have been using all of my energy, so imagine my shock when I opened a brand new notebook, and these are the words that came tumbling out! I hope you enjoy it. As with all my works, this hasn’t been beta’d, and any mistakes are mine.

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As he slowly became more awake, he noticed how at peace he felt for the first time in weeks, thanks to once again having his girl in his arms. Taking a slow, deep inhale through his nose, he purred lowly as Y/N’s scent of magnolia, cotton and summer rain assaulted his senses. It appeased the alpha and assured him that Jensen woke with the sunrise despite the late hour he got home. Feeling a comforting weight on top of him, he opened his eyes and tried to suppress his laughter. His omega, Y/N, was fast asleep, straddling his waist with her arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him like a koala. He touched her back, stroked down the length of her spine, and softly kissed her head, elated their bond was still intact and any frayed threads were beginning to knit back together.

Lost in his thoughts of never leaving her for so long ever again and how he could make it up to her, he completely forgot about the new scent he could detect throughout the house last night until the warm, comforting aroma of gingerbread surrounded him.

“Good morning, pup,” he whispered. “What d’ya say daddy makes you and momma some breakfast, huh? I hope if you’ve started making her feel sick yet, it’s not over pancakes and bacon!” he grinned and carefully rolled Y/N to her back and gently disentangled himself from her limbs.

Getting out of bed, Jensen paused halfway to the door at the sound of his whining omega. He heard shuffling and sniffling before a contented purr sounded. He smiled widely, his chest puffing with pride, and his stomach flip-flopped like a lovesick teenager taking in his perfect omega.

She had shuffled over to his side of the bed, wrapped herself around the covers, and was smiling softly into his pillow, happily covering herself in his scent as if clinging to him all night still wasn’t enough! God, did he fucking love her!

He sang quietly along to the radio, flipping pancakes and bacon to his heart’s content. He was famished after losing a considerable portion of his appetite this past month. Apparently, he was over that, and his body wanted him to make up for the lost sustenance with the amount of food he was cooking.

Jensen had gone into the alpha equivalent of nesting. He cared for his omega’s every need, keeping her fit and healthy so she could focus on doing the same for their unborn pup. Filling plates with his prepared feast, he set everything on a tray and carefully went upstairs and back into their bedroom.

He entered the room as quietly as possible, desperate not to wake her. He laughed when he saw Y/N sitting in bed, an adorable frown furrowing her brow and her nose scrunched up.

“Morning, baby,” he said, grinning as the forced lines smoothed out and were replaced by a smile as bright as the sun shining through the windows. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“Thank you, handsome. When I woke up, and you weren’t here, I thought last night was a dream. A very vivid one because I can smell you everywhere!” Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you’re here, Jay. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby girl,” he said as he set the tray next to her and crawled back into bed.

After having their fill of breakfast, Jensen moved the tray to the top of the dresser, whining when Y/N moved to get out of bed. “It’s okay, Jay. I just need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” she smiled and gently kissed his beard-covered cheek, him purring in response.

The distance and time that had separated them had taken a greater toll than he had realised. The alpha in him not liking his omega being out of their nest one bit. Y/N had sensed his agitation even before he did, not only reassuring him what she was doing and that she’d be right back but also leaving the bathroom door open so at least part of her would be visible to him - even if it was just her feet, she knew it’d be enough to keep him settled.

“Please tell me you don’t have to go to the brewery today, baby,” Jensen said as she returned to the bedroom. His face resembled a kicked puppy's, making her heart ache for her needy, protective alpha.

“No, Alpha.” She used his title to calm and reassure him. “I took a few days off. James and Megan have been keeping everything under control and ticking over so I could rest and get the house ready for you coming home.”

“Rest?” Jensen asked, curious to see if she knew she was expecting after all. “Have you been sick and didn’t tell me, Omega?” Well, that came out harsher than I meant it. He thought.

“Easy, Alpha,” she purred, raising her hand to caress his cheek. “I’m fine, just tired. I’ve been working a lot to take the focus off how much I’ve been missing you. I must’ve overdone it because I’ve been exhausted for the past few weeks. So, I took a few days to be well rested for you coming home. The only thing I was going to do today was run a couple of errands…” Jensen growled, not liking that plan in the slightest.

“Hey, come here,” she said softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the bed. “It’s nothing that can’t wait ‘til tomorrow. We can stay right here in our nest, all day and night.”

“Naked?” Jensen asked shyly. He wanted to make sure she reeked of him if she had to run errands tomorrow. Short of rubbing himself over every piece of clothing she owned (which he intended to do regardless - he’d been away too long, and his scent would’ve faded), the quickest and easiest way to do that was to rub himself all over her. Naked.

“Yes, Jensen,” she smirked as she pulled his flannel over her head and shimmied out of her panties.

With a pained groan, Jensen stripped his boxers off and covered as much of her body with his as he could, careful not to squash her or her precious cargo. He sucked and lapped at her scent gland like a starved man before burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply, moaning in delight.

“You smell like you again, Omega,” he rumbled. “Was scared when you came to Toronto for your heat. Didn’t smell like m’girl. Didn’t like it. Thought I was losing you. Thought you’d leave me.”

“Never, Alpha. I’m sorry. I thought I was strong enough to be without you, but I wasn’t. I got lonely and jealous. Scared too. You were having so much fun, and I was barely functioning. Thought you were gonna realise you didn’t need me. That I was holding you back. You’d leave me for someone younger. Prettier,” Y/N whined as his teeth nipped at her recently re-healed claiming mark.

“Won’t ever. Love you. Only you. M’girl. My ‘Mega. Mine. All mine,” the alpha in him was taking over as he shifted them to a spooning position. He lifted her leg over his thigh and rested one hand on her stomach before sliding his hard member home in one smooth movement.

When they finally came above the covers for air, the sun was beginning to set, and hunger was setting in. “Jensen!” Y/N giggled as he placed soft kisses all over her abdomen, dragging his beard over her sensitive skin. “Baby, stop! That tickles!” she pulled at his long locks, trying to get him away from her.

“Mmm, but sweetheart, you’re skin tastes so good… and it’s been so long since I’ve seen you… tasted you…” a loud growl from her tummy interrupted them, making them laugh. “Alright, baby girl, I think rediscovering you some more can wait until you’ve eaten and had some time to get your strength back up!”

“There’s steak in the fridge. Chicken, too, if you’d prefer?” Y/N asked him, but he shook his head.

“I want you to pick whatever food you want. I’ll cook, or order us takeout, pick something up from your favourite restaurant. Anything your heart desires, baby.”

“And what did I do to deserve such a treat, huh?” she smiled.

“You put up with me, for one!” he chuckled. “Also, you’ve put up with me being gone for over six months. The least I can do is treat my favourite girl. So, what’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

“Anything I want?” she grinned.

“Anything,” he smiled softly.

“You know that Italian place I like?”

“Yeah, I do, baby. You want the tortellini with the meat sauce?”

“Mhm. Can you get a side of sweet potato fries too? Ooh, and focaccia with-”

“Rosemary and sea salt?” he asked, and she nodded shyly.

“Can you make another stop for me?”

“Sure, what do you need, baby girl?”

“Well,” Y/N began, a blush rising over her cheeks. “One of the errands I was gonna run was to pick up something for you coming home, but my handsome Alpha came home early!” she giggled.

“You wanted to get me something? You don’t need to get me anything, sweetheart.” Jensen responded, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

“Not get for you exactly,” she smiled. “It’s something I have to do, but I wanted you to be here when I did it.”

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow.

Y/N reached out and gently ran her hands through his beard. “I think I might be pregnant, Jay,” she said with a smile as he broke out into a boyish grin and kissed each of her palms that were still cupping his cheeks.

“Yeah? You sure?” he asked, still grinning.

“Well, no, not sure. Hence needing to buy a pregnancy test. But the exhaustion, nausea, and sensitive breasts… it kinda makes sense.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, enjoying her nails gently scratching his cheeks. “So does the new scent lingering around you,” he laughed loudly at her shocked glee.

“Really?” she asked excitedly.

“Yeah. I could smell gingerbread when I came home last night. At first, I thought you’d baked, but I came into the bedroom, and it was much stronger and mixed with honey and orange. So, if I had to put money on it, sweetheart, I’d say yeah, you’re pregnant!” he chuckled as she launched into his arms, laughing with pure joy. “It also makes sense why I’ve felt like I have since you left Toronto.”

“Yeah, I’ve been worried about you. You seemed a little…”

“Feral?” Jensen chuckled.

“I was gonna say antsy!” she laughed.

“You’re being far too kind, baby girl,” he leaned in and pecked her lips sweetly.

“Alright, I’ll call in our order and head to the drugstore before picking up the food. You, my beautiful, sexy, incredible wife, are going to stay right here until I get back. Drink this,” he said as he grabbed the unopened bottle of water from the breakfast tray on the dresser, “so your bladder fills while you nap and get some strength back because, Omega, if that little stick has a plus on it… we ain’t sleeping all night!” Jensen grinned.

Dinner was rushed due to what was happening after it, but no less delicious. Jensen was pacing outside the master bathroom like a caged animal, wondering how long it takes to pee. Finally, he heard the flush and the tap running as Y/N washed her hands. When she opened the door, she walked straight into his arms and buried her face in his neck, breathing him in to keep her grounded.

Jensen kissed the crown of her head and curled a hand around the back of her neck as he pulled her further into his body. His gaze fell to the bathroom counter where three blue-capped sticks rested. Taunting. Waiting.

The alarm on Y/N’s phone sounded, alerting the embracing alpha and omega that it was time to check the tests. “Well?” Jensen asked, fidgeting impatiently. “What do they say?”

Y/N turned the first stick over, her face remaining stoic. When she turned the second one over, a nervous huff sounded from the air forcibly exhaled from her lungs. Third…

“Pregnant!” she smiled wide.

Jensen was on her within a second, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her. Y/N’s legs wound around him as he spun her in circles. Gleeful laughter echoed through the tiled room. Jensen’s lips finally found hers, and they kissed passionately in celebration.

“I love you, Y/N,” he smiled.

“I love you too, Jensen,” she crashed her lips to his again, and he clumsily tumbled them back to bed. Neither of them surfaced again until the sun began to rise.

THE END

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superbadassnatural · 4 years ago

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Home

Summary: Jensen gets a little overprotective when another alpha is around, and Y/N isn’t happy about it. Square filled: Alpha!Jensen (AU bingo) // Cuddling (Dean bingo) Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader Word count: 1,067 Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, overprotective Jensen, pups, pregnancy, fluff, tiny bit of angst A/N: this was written for @spnaubingo and @spndeanbingo. This is my first attempt at writing Omegaverse. After quite some time, I finally grew the courage to post it. Hope y’all enjoy it.

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“Bye, guys,” a forced smile spread across your lips as you walked your friends, Jared and Genevieve, to the door. “Drive safe.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Genevieve blew out a kiss.

As they hopped in their car, you shut the front door. A sigh left your lips, eyes squeezing shut. Taking a deep breath, you turned in his direction. Jensen’s eyes were fixated on the floor; his head bowed, shoulders slumped.

“Was that necessary?” you growled.

“‘Mega, please,” his voice came out in a small tone.

“No, don’t give me that,” you shook your head, stepping towards him. “Jensen, I’m truly ashamed. Why would you do that? It's Jared. He's your best friend. He's a brother to you. All that because of what? Because he touched my knee?”

“I- I just-”

“Nuh-uh, I'm the one talking now. Jared would never do any harm to me or our pups. Never. I get it when you get overprotective whenever an alpha gets near me, but Jared? His mate was right there! There was no reason for you to create a scandal.”

“I didn't mean to.”

“I know, Alpha, I know you didn’t,” your voice softened as you heard the distress in his voice, something you had never heard before.

“I'm gonna apologize to him. I promise.”

“Good, that's the least you should do.”

“‘Mega, I'm sorry.”

“Me too,” you nodded, lips pressed into a thin line. “I'll be in our room.”

The Alpha was left alone with his loud thoughts as you made your way upstairs. You blew out a breath once you reached your room. After changing into an oversize t-shirt, you laid on your side of the bed. The mattress was cold against your skin. Closing your eyes, you reached to your stomach, hand resting on the baby bump. The pups were quiet now.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. Jensen dragged himself over to your shared bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and laid by your side. A content sigh left your lips as the mattress dipped.

“Jared texted,” he said, green eyes glued to the ceiling. “He said he gets it, and he's not mad. I apologized for being an ass either way.”

“Good,” you said without looking at him.

“You mad at me?” he turned on his side to look at you, his voice pained.

“I was mad at first,” you admitted, turning your head to glance at him. “Then I realized it's not your fault. It's normal for an alpha to get overprotective when their mate is carrying their pups. It's not your fault. And I know that you know Jared would never put our family in harm.”

“Yeah, I know. I trust him with my life.”

“Promise me you'll make sure things are good between you when you see him.”

“I promise, Omega.”

Jensen’s hand reached out to yours, interlocking your fingers.

“You're a bit off today,” he said, and you frowned. “Your scent… It's a bit different. What's happening?”

“I don't know,” you sighed. “Just not feeling so good today. That's all.”

“How are Thing one and Thing two doing?”

“They’re good,” a smile broke out across your face. “They’re a bit quieter now. Spending all day kicking and moving must be tiring.”

“I bet,” he chuckled. “This morning, when you were umm… spooning me, I woke up to some serious kicking to my back.”

A laugh escaped your lips. Jensen shifted in the bed. His hand pulled the fabric of your shirt up, exposing your belly, his face close.

“You troublemakers behave in there,” he said before kissing your skin. You chuckled.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just hold me, Alpha,” you pleaded.

Jensen turned off the bedside lamp and laid on his side. His arm slipped under his pillow as he waited for you to adjust. Slowly, you shifted on your right side, scooting closer to him. His firm chest was pressed against your back, his knees brushing the backs of yours. Slowly, his free arm rested on your waist, a big warm hand splayed out on your stomach under the fabric of the t-shirt. Your lips curled into a smile as you closed your eyes.

“Damn, your feet are cold,” he chuckled.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his beard tickling at your skin. “We’ll get you warm in no time.”

“Can you believe that, in a little over a month, we’re gonna have them in our arms?” you said, voice soft barely upon a whisper.

“Yeah, I'm getting more used to the idea of having our pups here with us. I used to think that it was never going to happen and then it's happening and I, uh, I-”

“You get overwhelmed,” you finished for him, your hand reached for his over your belly.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “It feels too good to be true sometimes.”

“It does,” you smiled. A sudden ripple against your belly startled you. “Someone’s awake.”

“Where?” he asked excitedly.

You moved his hand to the right side of the stomach. A strong kick pushed against your abdomen.

“Oh, I felt that,” he chuckled. “That’s Thing one, right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“I think he's mad at me for telling him to behave himself.”

“Nah, it's party time now,” you chuckled. “Here goes Two.”

Jensen felt a nudge at his forearm.

“Now’s not the time to party, guys,” the most adorable voice left Jensen’s lips.

“Don't be a party pooper,” you giggled. “They love it when we’re getting ready to sleep so they can wake up.”

“This feels so good,” he said, hand moving along your skin not to miss a single movement of the twins.

“Well, sometimes they get furious and it hurts a little.”

“That's not cool. You guys can't hurt momma,” you chuckled at his adorable tone.

“The other day one of them was having hiccups.”

“How did that feel?” Jensen rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Really weird. I thought something was wrong, and, when I researched, I figured it was just hiccups.”

A yelp left your lips. Jensen stiffened behind you.

“Shit, that one was strong, wasn't it?” his voice was filled with worry as his hand caressed your skin.

“Yeah, it was,” you yawned.

“You should get some sleep,” he kissed the mark on your neck.

“G’night, Alpha,” you mumbled, nestling into his embrace.

“Night, Omega. Sweet dreams.”

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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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Jensen Ackles - A/B/O

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atc74 · 5 years ago

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Magical Mystery Ride

Square(s) Filled: A/B/O for @spngenrebingo and Free Space for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo I used “Love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”

Warnings: Angst, Possessive!Omega, scenting, knotting, worried, sweet, fluffy Alpha!Jensen

Summary: When Y/N surprises her Alpha at work, she reacts unfavorably to his new assistant, but Jensen takes it all in stride, trying to understand.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3681

Written for: @spngenrebingo, @as-the-saying-goes-bingo and for @katierpblogg and this request she sent in for my 1K notes celebration: Hii! Did I make it? Can i have “You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!” with Jensen please!?! ❤❤❤❤ And also for @maddiepants: Jensen x “Only if you promise.” I hope you both love this!

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches and @evansrogerskitten, thank you both so much for your feeback, support, guidance, and most importantly, your friendship.

A/N: This officially pushes me past my post goal for the year of 150,000 words and I think it turned out really great. I am still getting the hang of writing the A/B/O universe so thank you for your support and patience.

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As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

With a wide smile on her face, Y/N pulled up to the security gate outside the studio. She knew Jensen had been working his fingers to the bone for an upcoming episode he was directing. He had been working sixteen hour days with barely enough time to eat and sleep. Y/N was a week away from her heat and was missing her mate. She decided to bring him lunch from his favorite restaurant.

“Afternoon, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Ackles know you’re coming today or you surprising him?” Barry, the day security guard, greeted her at the gate.

“It’s a surprise, Barry,” she whispered, the smile growing wider.

“Your secret is safe with me, Y/N,” Barry threw her a wink and opened the arm for her to pass through. She pulled into the nearest parking space and gathered the bags from the seat next to her. With food in one hand and the keys to Jensen’s trailer in the other, Y/N made her way to the row of trailers. Jensen had texted her letting her know they had returned to the studio from location scouting, and he was working on a fight scene before he met with the stunt coordinator.

Y/N reached to insert her key into the lock when she noticed the door wasn’t latched tight. She pulled and immediately heard a woman’s voice. The smell of Omega was overpowering and, so close to her heat, had Y/N’s knees buckling at the scent. With a loud bang, her knees hit the steel steps as she gripped the door to steady herself.

“Y/N?” Jensen’s voice boomed over her. “What happened?”

“I came to surprise you with lunch, but you’re clearly busy,” she managed, reluctantly allowing Jensen to pull her to her feet and pick up the bag she dropped.

“You brought me lunch from Pino’s?” He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling perfectly at the corners as he peered inside the bag. “Cannolis?”

“Um, yeah. Whatever, I have to go.” She turned to go, but his hand caught her wrist.

“Jay, is everything okay?” The sweet voice belonging to the overly sweet scent carried through the open door.

“Please stay. You’re upset about something. Talk to me,” Jensen pleaded, pulling her back up the stairs and into his trailer. “Y/N, this is my new assistant, Patty. Patty, this is Y/N, my mate.”

“Oh my gosh! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N! Jay talks about you all the time.” Patty rushed forward to shake hands, bringing her sweet vanilla and apple scent with her.

“Really? Funny, he never mentioned you,” Y/N snarled, suddenly feeling very possessive over her Alpha, and the look she gave him made it clear he needed to keep the strange Omega away from both of them.

“Uh, Patty, why don’t you take a break and get some lunch?” Jensen directed her toward the door. “I’ll meet you in the gym for the stunt set-up in 90 minutes.”

“Okie dokie, Jay. Bye, Y/N! It was so nice to meet you!” Patty gushed as she bounced down the steps of Jensen’s trailer.

“‘Okie dokie?’ Who says that anymore?” Y/N jeered, taking a seat at the island.

“Honey, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Jensen came to stand by her side. “This isn't like you.”

“What’s wrong? I’m a week away from my heat, you’re working 24/7 and our anniversary is in four days. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Jay. I come to surprise you at work only to find your trailer reeking of vanilla sugar whatever and perky Patty who seems to know everything about me, but you failed to mention your ‘new assistant’ to me, your mate,” Y/N ranted. “I wonder what could be wrong!”

“Hold on, Y/N, honey. You’re overreacting. Probably a side effect of your heat,” Jensen reasoned, only it didn’t sit well with Y/N, and he regretted the words the instant they left his mouth.

“Overreacting?” Y/N stood, throwing her arms in the air. “No fucking shit, Jay. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if the roles were reversed, and you found some young stud spreading his scent all over the place!”

“Would you give me a minute and let me explain?” Jensen took a cautious step toward her, his hands up in surrender. It was common knowledge that Alphas in or near a rut were dangerous. Omegas were less common, but no less dangerous near a heat if they felt threatened by another Omega near their mate.

“Enjoy your lunch, Jay,” Y/N ripped open the door, slamming it behind her. Despite the cool weather, sweat beaded on her upper lip, and her knees felt weak as she walked back to her car. She managed to get in and make the drive home, but no sooner was she exiting the car, did the first cramp hit her.

“Fucking perfect,” Y/N grumbled as she made it to the elevator, into their condo and stumbled into bed. The pain was early, but most likely brought on by the scent of another Omega near her Alpha that was considered a threat. Now that she was home, surrounded by familiar scents, the pain started to ebb, even if it was only slightly.

The sky was dark when she opened her eyes, realizing she must have dozed off. Looking at the clock, she realized it was almost six in the evening and her stomach rumbled, reminding her she had skipped lunch. After a quick shower and a simple dinner of scrambled eggs, toast, and a hot cup of tea, Y/N settled on the couch with new episodes of her favorite show. By the start of the fourth episode, the front door opened, revealing her tired mate. For a moment, her heart sank as she remembered what she said to him that afternoon, but, as soon as the stink of sugar hit her nose, she recalled why she had been upset in the first place.

She stood from the sofa, retreating to the bedroom and slamming the door before the odor had a chance to permeate her safe space. Y/N nervously paced the room until a soft knock sounded at their bedroom door.

“Y/N, honey? Can I come in?” She heard Jensen’s voice through the door. He sounded dejected and that made her feel bad, but it didn’t overpower her angry feelings of the events earlier that afternoon in his trailer.

“No! Go shower the sticky sweetness off and get rid of the smell in the house,” she demanded.

“Can I least have a change of clothes?” Jensen asked quietly.

She gathered a henley, boxers, and a pair of sweats and shoved them out the door quickly to avoid letting the other Omega’s smell in their bedroom.

She collapsed on the bed, with tears in her eyes and cramps rolling through her abdomen. The shower started and she rolled over onto Jensen’s pillow, finding a small amount of comfort in his scent. An hour later, long after the tears had dried on her face, there was another knock at their door. When she didn’t answer, Jensen opened the door slowly, only to see her curled into his pillow.

“Honey, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Patty. Can we talk?” he asked, walking around the bed to sit where she could see him. “Y/N, please talk to me.”

Y/N opened her tear crusted eyes, looking up into the green orbs she loved so much. His scent filled her nose, and she rose up to her knees, wrapping her arms around him, scenting him deeply. “I’m sorry I overreacted.” She pulled away, taking another breath when the scent hit her again and she saw red. She pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. “Get out. You can sleep on the couch.”

“You can’t banish me, this is my bedroom, too,” Jensen protested.

“Fine, then I’ll go,” Y/N took her pillow and stormed from the room, flopping down on the couch. The stink was everywhere and was driving her mad. She rushed to the kitchen, grabbing the scent neutralizing spray from under the sink. She sprayed everywhere she thought he had been since he came home, starting with the entry and working her way to the bathroom. Feeling slightly more settled, she returned to the couch, sinking into the cushions and pulling a blanket up to her chin. Finally closing her eyes, she heard the faint sounds of footsteps. Cracking open an eye, she found Jensen laying down with a blanket and a pillow in front of the sofa.

“Jay, what are you doing?” she sighed, feeling exhausted from the day.

“We’re not going to bed angry or apart, so if you won’t come sleep in our bed, I’ll sleep out here with you,” he responded calmly.

“Don’t you get it?” she snapped.

“No, honestly, I don’t. Explain it to me, please. Help me understand why you’re so upset with me,” Jensen pleaded.

A heavy breath left her lungs before she spoke, trying not to lose her cool this time. “I feel like I never see you. You’re working all the time, only coming home to sleep and you’re gone when I wake up. I miss my mate. I come to the studio to surprise you, just to spend an hour with you while we’re both awake, only to find some new, young, unbelievably perky and too sweet assistant in your trailer.”

“Honey,” Jensen started to explain, but she cut him off.

“Her scent in your trailer set me off and, in such close proximity, I lost it. My body views her as a threat, and it triggered my heat,” Y/N informed him. “I know you think it was unreasonable, the way I acted, but my brain and body felt it was justified.”

“Are you feeling better now?” he inquired, concern filling his voice, his brows furrowed.

“A little, being home, surrounded by your scent helped, but then, when you came home, it followed you. I can still smell it and I’m cramping again,” she winced, as if on cue, another cramp overtook her.

“Patty was hired by Bob and Andrew to help me. She is young and ambitious and eager to learn everything she can about the industry and film,” Jensen reported. “For your peace of mind, she is also newly claimed, and she introduced me to her mate today. I’d like to invite them for dinner after the episode wraps, if it’s okay with you. I think you’d like them both.”

“She’s mated?” Y/N looked down at him, her hand reaching out for his.

He linked their fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Happily. Like disgustingly happy. And it’s new, I think that’s why her scent is so strong. After I claimed you, for weeks your scent was stronger, the lemon slightly more pronounced and mouth watering. To the mate, the scent is enticing and indicative of happiness, of the fulfillment of their bond.”

“You smelled like beer on the first day of spring,” Y/N giggled. “The sweetness of fresh cut grass and hops, and soft, warm sandalwood. I remember like it was yesterday.”

“What do you say we get some sleep?” Jensen looked at her from his spot on the floor.

Y/N didn’t answer him right away. She just slid off the couch, straddling his lap as he laid on the floor. “We could get an early start on my heat instead.”

“Hmmm, you think so?” he asked pointedly from underneath her.

Again, she didn’t respond, instead she started a slow grind down into him, feeling him harden against her heated core. “Mmm, yes.”

Jensen had felt horrible all day since she stormed out of his trailer, for not immediately knowing what his Omega needed, but, now that he knew, it was going to play out a little differently than she expected. He gently lifted her off of him to lay her upper body across the sofa cushions. “Tell me what you want, Omega.” She mewled quietly in response. He rarely used his Alpha voice on her, but he knew the things it would do to her, so he didn’t hold back. “Use your words, Omega.”

“I need you, Alpha. Please, I need your knot,” Y/N answered, her voice smooth as butter. Jensen knew what she needed, but the Alpha in him wanted her to say it, to beg for it. “It hurts, please give me your knot.”

“Show me where you need me, ‘Mega,” Jensen commanded.

Slowly, Y/N lowered her leggings and panties, her slick already dampening her thighs and the thin cotton stuck to her skin. She reached her hand between her legs, running her slender fingers through the wetness, slipping inside. “Here, Alpha.”

Hearing his title flow from her plump lips while she fingered herself made his cock twitch in his shorts, and a low growl emanated from his chest. He pushed his boxers and pants down enough to free himself. He fisted himself with one hand, running the other over Y/N’s backside, then up and over her spine, pushing her down into the soft cushions. He coated his tip in her slick, running it along her sodden folds. “Here, Omega? Is this what you need?”

“Yes, Jay, please!” The end of her plea caught in her throat as Jensen pushed into her in a single thrust, burying himself deep inside her warm, wet pussy. “Ungh!”

“Yeah, that’s it, honey. Let me feel you,” Jensen grunted through his first few thrusts as she clenched tightly around him. He picked up speed as she relaxed around him, keeping his thrusts hard but measured, giving her what she needed and he craved.

“Oh yes! Alpha, harder!” Y/N cried out.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you harder? Show you whose pussy this is?” Jensen panted.

“It’s yours, Alpha, always yours,” Y/N moaned, when he started pounding into her, nailing her g-spot head on.

“That’s right. This perfect fucking pussy is all mine,” he declared. “Now I want you to come all over my cock. Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes! That’s my cock and I’m going to come all over it, show you whose cock that really is,” she gasped as he rammed into her.

“Only if you promise,” Jensen groaned, feeling his knot thicken and begin to restrict his movements. He snaked his hand from her hip between her legs, barely grazing her swollen clit with his calloused fingertips and she exploded around him, the sounds from her mouth alone spurring him on. He gave one final thrust, locking them together as his knot caught inside of her, her walls still contracting with the force of her orgasm. Jensen’s body seized as he emptied his seed inside her. Unable to think clearly, he lowered himself over her, placing kisses along the soft skin of her neck, scenting her as they regained their breath.

Jensen gathered her in his arms, lowering them both to the floor gently so he didn’t pull on his knot still locking them together. He pulled the blanket over their cooling skin and held her close, one arm under her head, the other over her waist. “Feel better?”

“I feel fantastic. Thank you, Alpha.” She yawned and drifted to sleep in his arms.

Luckily, Y/N’s heat passed quickly and Jensen wasn’t too far behind on his preparations for the next episode. By the time she was back to feeling 100% a few days later, she decided to visit the set once more. She felt calmer this time and, more importantly, she felt she needed to apologize to Patty.

Barry greeted her as usual, and she parked her car before heading to Jensen’s trailer. Just before she unlocked the door, Patty rounded the corner, a large box in her hands, squeaking when she saw Y/N at the door. “Y/N! What are you doing here?” She glanced around nervously.

“I just came to surprise Jay, but I’m glad I ran into you. I was wondering if we could talk inside,” she smiled.

“Well, Jensen is in a meeting right now. Um, why don’t we get some, uh, coffee? Yeah, coffee. I just love coffee,” Patty rambled, walking toward the food service tent. “Come on, let’s get coffee!”

“Oookay,” Y/N replied, thinking Patty had already had enough coffee. The young PA was already about ten steps ahead of her. Now that she was thinking clearly, Y/N realized that Patty’s scent was more apple pie and was quite pleasant. She reached the tent just as Patty peeked her head out.

They ordered coffee and took a seat at one of the empty tables. “Patty, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted the other day when we met. I’m, uh, I’m normally a very nice person, and not, like that. I was close to my heat, and it just caught me off guard, so I’m sorry.”

“I completely understand. No hard feelings. I wanted you to know how much I enjoy working with Jay. He is a brilliant director and completely devoted to you. I can see how much he loves you when he talks about you. It’s quite sweet,” Patty smiled warmly.

“Jay mentioned he would like to have you and your mate over for dinner after the episode wraps. It was Ben, right?” Patty nodded excitedly. “So what do you say? You want to come have dinner with us?”

“Oh my gosh! Y/N, we would love to! That means so much. Jay told me I would love you and that we would get along and I think this is going to be great!” Patty gushed.

“It’s settled then. I’ll have him give you the details. I’m going to head back to his trailer and wait for him.” Y/N stood to excuse herself when Patty’s phone lit up.

“Oh no! It’s Jay. He said the van broke down and he won't be back until later,” she relayed the message.

“Well, I guess I’ll hit the grocery store and head home, then. Thanks for the coffee, Patty,” she waved and walked back to her car. Y/N planned on making Jensen’s favorite meal for their anniversary tonight. It was New Year’s Eve and the store would already be a madhouse, but they decided to stay in instead of dealing with the crowds.

It took an hour, but Y/N finally made it back home with the groceries. She glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing she had just enough time to put dinner together and in the oven before she got ready. With any luck, Jensen wouldn’t be stranded on the side of the road all night. She sent up a silent prayer as she prepared dinner.

With dinner finally in the oven, Y/N headed to the bathroom for a shower. She took her time making sure her skin was silky smooth for her Alpha. Emerging from the steam in just a towel, she crossed the hall to their bedroom, but stopped dead in her tracks.

Jensen stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by candle light. “Jay, what are you doing here?”

“I live here,” he answered dryly, but cracked, laughing out loud. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Patty said the van broke down…”

“I asked her to feed you a story, so I had time to do all this. I’m sorry I’ve been working so much and haven’t made enough time for us, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I love you, Y/N,” Jensen crossed the room to pull her into his arms.

“Jensen, I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. She pulled back after a moment, looking around their room. Candles flickered atop the wardrobe and nightstands, the room bathed in a soft golden light. “What is all this?”

“Well, what does it look like?” Jensen smirked.

“A really romantic fire hazard,” Y/N giggled.

“Yeah, there’s my Omega. Making fun of my sappy side,” he chuckled along with her. “But, honestly, I don’t do it enough and you deserve to be shown how much I love you, not just today on our anniversary, but every day.” Jensen dropped to one knee in the middle of their bedroom, holding a brilliant diamond, it’s facets sparkling in the candle light.

Her hand flew to her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Y/N, you’ve made me the happiest man alive, the luckiest Alpha and turned my life completely upside down from the moment you entered it. I’m no astronaut, but if you’ll have me, I’ll do my best to give you the moon and the stars every day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

She fell to her knees beside him, her mate, her Alpha. She held his stubbled face in her hands gently. “You’ve already made me the happy Omega I only ever dreamed I could be. Every single day we spend together is like discovering new galaxies. I don’t need the moon and stars, Jay. I just need you. To be my mate, my Alpha. My husband.” Y/N pressed her lips to his. A sweet, gentle kiss that promised of many more tomorrows.

With shaky fingers, Jensen slipped the ring on her finger, placing it over his heart. “They say love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Thank you for agreeing to take this crazy ride with me.”

“I’d never want to take this ride with anyone else,” Y/N replied, pulling him down to her. All of the late nights, the missed sleep, and lack of time were forgotten as they got lost in each other. Finding each other was accidental, but loving each other was a choice made by two hearts that became one.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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Mated

Summary: The reader discovers that her old school classmate is in fact her true mate and she’s not sure how to feel about that at first...

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x omega!reader

Square: Soulmate (SPN ABO Bingo) & A/B/O (SPN Dean Bingo)

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, implied smut)

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo & @spndeanbingo

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“You have got to be joking,” you said. Jensen made a face as you got of your car outside a nice tucked away cabin in the woods. “Is this some kind of prank?”

“Been awhile, nice to see you too,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You were a lot nicer in high school I remember.”

“Yeah well three crummy jobs and a shitty ex-Alpha do things to you. You were Mr. Popular. You-”

“I what? High school’s rough but I never picked on anyone,” he said.

“Your friends did,” you said, grabbing your bag from the trunk.

“Yeah, cause teenage boys are this thing called fucking stupid,” he said. You put your bag on your shoulder and looked him up and down, biting your bottom lip. “We both took the test. We already know we’re true mates.”

“I know. I’m surprised a celebrity would do it is all,” you said. “Normally you people marry the prettiest little Omega you can find.”

“Y/N,” he said, voice harsh. “You’re my Omega. I’m your Alpha. If you don’t like that, then we don’t have to be together. Screw the true mates thing. I’m spending the rest of my life, the rest of eternity, bonded to someone that is going to harass and bully me on a constant basis. Is that clear?”

“The whole point of the testing is to help find your true mate if…” you said, Jensen brushing past you and going to his car. “Wait.”

“You obviously don’t like me or what I do for a living. Go find some nice Alpha. There’s plenty around,” he said. He threw his bag in his backseat, pausing by the drivers side door.

“Maybe some Alphas pretend to be nice at first but it turns out they aren’t,” you said. “They just want another Omega for their collection.”

“Pack Omegas are illegal. They have been for centuries,” he said.

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen,” you said with a shrug.

“The shitty-ex?” he asked. You nodded, Jensen leaning back against his car. “Why do you think I was a bully in school?”

“Some of your friends were dicks,” you said. “You were two years ahead of me. Life was hard enough presenting when I was fifteen. Then those idiot jocks…”

“If I had seen it, I would have stopped it. I remember presentation. It’s rough, especially going through it years early,” he said. “It does not automatically make me a dick though.”

“I know,” you said, setting your bag on the ground. “It’s just...look at you. You’re so successful and handsome and you live this life that comes nowhere close to mine. I have student loan debt out my ass, a job that barely pays enough, a crappy old apartment. We are not supposed to be with each other.”

“I think our souls are saying something different,” he said, a tiny smirk crossing his face. “I can help with those things. The loan, the job, the house. You can be safe at night, content during a heat. You’ll have to put up with my crap which isn’t that appealing but...listen, I’m not here to claim you. I want to get to know my true mate. It’s the reason I reached out. Maybe we weren’t friends in highschool but I didn’t really know you either. If you’re okay with it, let’s take the weekend to figure this out. We don’t have to sleep in the same room. What do you say?”

“Alright. One weekend.”

“Uh, I guess I’ll see you in the morning then,” said Jensen that night when it’d started to get late. He stood up, his pajama bottoms hanging off his slender hips, your nose twitching as a fresh whiff of his scent filled the air.

If he had presented in highschool with you, you knew for a fact you wouldn’t have been able to keep your hands off of each other, not with all of those hormones messing with you.

You were barely keeping it together now and you were a grown woman.

“Jensen.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes a shade darker than earlier in the day. You got to your feet and stood in front of him, resting your hands on his hips.

“I mean this in the nicest way possible but if you don’t knot me in the next five minutes, I’m going to fucking lose it,” you said.

“Oh,” he said. “I uh, I guess-”

“Out with it Alpha.”

He licked his lips and you swore he clenched his jaw before his scent was all around you. It made you dizzy and quickly you were in the air being carried back to his room.

“If we start doing this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” he said as he set you down on the bed.

“Then don’t stop.”

“Shit,” breathed out Jensen as he finally slipped free from you an hour later. You were half-asleep when he rolled you over to his chest, his face jamming in your neck. “Still awake, omega?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, his scent all over the room and making you warm and sated.

“Still happy?” he asked. You opened your eyes and he moved his head, watching as you gave him a smile.

“Very,” you said, placing a hand on his chest. “But you already knew that.”

“I feel you. It’s so strange but I kinda like it,” he said, pulling you closer.

“I think we’re stuck with it,” you said. “You’re all warm inside. It’s perfect.”

“Well, I think that’s what happens when you mate your soulmate,” he chuckled. He fixed your hair and you shut your eyes, Jensen leaning over to peck a kiss to your lips. “Sleep, omega. We have all the time in the world to get to know one another more.”

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writethelifeyouwant · 4 years ago

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Mine

Summary: You tag along with Jensen to a convention and get to hang out on the sidelines during his solo photo op but you don’t particularly enjoy the experience – and you make sure Jensen knows that.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: omegaverse, jealousy, angst, smut Word Count: 2.5k Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Possessive Omega | @j3bingo - Possessive

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Your foot snaps against the linoleum tiles as yet another shell-shocked Omega girl is ushered away from your mate by a volunteer. All he’d done was hug her during the stupid photo and you could instantly smell the slick leaking into her panties. What an utter slut, you think derisively, checking your watch for what feels like the millionth time in the last half hour. Only ten more minutes left for the photo ops and then you get Jensen back to yourself. You can wait that long.

You think.

Looking up from your wrist to check the line again you see a guy at the front now, and watch curiously as he approaches Jensen, hand outstretched with confidence. This guy radiates Alpha. He also radiates ‘Winchester’, which you’re sure is by design. When he throws his arm around Jensen for their picture he looks like he could play Sam and Dean’s younger brother, or at least their cousin. You smile happily, thinking it’s nice to see guys here on their own and not just being dragged along behind deranged fangirls all intent on sleeping with your mate.

But your smile drops when you catch sight of Jensen’s fingers curling closely around the guy’s waist, burrowing into the flannel. And your stony expression turns murderous when you scent more pheromones in the air – distinctly Alpha ones. For fuck’s sake, is everyone at this convention trying to take your mate’s knot up the ass? At least they’re not Jensen’s scents, you try to comfort yourself as the fake Winchester files off only to be replaced by a new Omega girl who’s already leaking like a faucet from the smell of her. How does Jensen stand taking photos with this walking parade of raging hormones?

Deciding you can’t take another second of this onslaught to your olfactory senses you grab your phone off the table by the photographer’s equipment and turn to go. As you pick it up you catch sight of one of the monitors Chris is using to check the pictures before he sends the occupants off to collect them. On the screen you can see an image of Jensen and this simpering girl, Jensen clutching her to his chest, her head buried in his t-shirt. It would be a sweet photo if it didn’t make your blood boil. You storm off without looking back at Jensen, positive you can’t stomach the sight of another Omega in his arms right now.

Despite not telling him where you were going, your mate finds you in your hotel room relatively quickly after his photo op has ended.

“Hey baby,” Jensen’s arms wrap around your waist and he drops a kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t see you leave, I missed you.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed. “I’m sure you were so lonely.” You can practically feel Jensen roll his eyes behind you. This isn’t a new argument, but you can’t help yourself.

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this,” Jensen groans. “I love the fans but none of them mean anything to me like that. None of them are you,” he squeezes your hand in his, pulling your chin up to look you in the eyes. You had tried not to let Jensen’s words melt your icy mood but staring into his eyes now, bright and earnest, starts to thaw you out.

“They all wanted you,” you complain. “It smelled like a strip club with all the pheromones flying around out there.”

“Hey, I can’t help my good looks,” Jensen laughs. “It’s why you love me, really.” He throws you a wink and you can’t help but giggle, smacking his chest lightly to show you haven’t totally forgotten your annoyance yet. “Baby, you know I’m yours, no matter how many crazy fangirls line themselves up – I will always be yours.” Jensen’s thumb brushes against the small scar at the base of your throat, his claim mark, and you shiver despite the heat of the day.

“Damn straight you’re mine.” Your hand closes over his, pressing his hand into your scar and pushing his fingertips to wrap around the back of your neck. “And I’m never gonna let you forget that mister.”

“Never dreamed you would,” he smiles and pulls you into a kiss.

You don’t want to let your agitated mood drop so quickly but it’s hard to stay mad when Jensen’s lips are on yours; when his hands are crushing you to his chest in such a complete demonstration of possession… when you feel his cock starting to harden behind his jeans. A groan slips past your lips when you catch the scent of his arousal, deep and smoky like that whiskey you always share on your anniversary, and you comfort yourself in the knowledge that amidst the sea of pheromones you’d been wading through downstairs, Jensen’s scent had never been present. His arousal was for you, and you alone.

“Fuck, you smell so good, baby,” you say against his lips, using his answering laugh as an opportunity to curl your tongue inside and around his own.

“What do I smell like, sweetheart?” Jensen pulls back with a wry smile, intent on teasing you.

“Like mine,” you growl, the word reverberating in your throat, seeping into your veins, into your skin. Jensen’s eyes darken, and an answering growl rumbles through his chest. You surge forward and push him back onto the bed, climbing over his body before he even has the chance to settle on the goose-feather comforter. “My Alpha,” you bury your face in the crook of his neck near his own mating gland and inhale, filling your lungs with him. Unconsciously, your teeth scrape over his throat and Jensen moans, his hips bucking into you insistently.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he moans, continuing to grind his hips up and into yours. “Yours ‘mega, all yours.” He pulls your lips back to his and you go willingly, letting him take the lead for a moment and devour you. Your world turns upside down when he pulls that trick he’s so proud of and spins you beneath him. You drag your hands down his body, feeling the bulge of his shoulders, his arms, tracing from his chest down to his hips and teasing your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt.

“Off,” you grunt into your kiss and he sits back, immediately confused.

“Everything okay?” Jensen checks worriedly and you roll your eyes.

“I meant take your shirt off, doofus, not ‘get off me’.”

“Oh. Good,” Jensen nods and pulls both his shirts off in one go, leaving you with a stunning view of his tanned and freckled torso. You reach your hands out to run them through the scattering of chest hair he’s let grow back in, and use it to yank him back down on top of you. “Ow!” he shouts, landing on your chest and glaring up at you.

“Mine,” is your only response as you drag his face back to yours. Jensen starts to tug on your clothes, forcing you apart to pull your top over your head, and you use the momentary distraction to unbalance him and shove him back onto the mattress so you can get on top again. You start at his throat, kissing and licking your way down over every inch of bare skin you can find, all while fumbling with his belt and the button on his jeans.

You finally manage to get his jeans open, and you pull yourself up so you can look him straight in the eye. “Mine,” you whisper again, dragging your nails down his chest hard enough to leave behind red streaks that fade just as quickly as they appear – only a temporary mark of your claim. You fingers dig into the waistbands of his remaining clothes and you begin to peel them down his legs, still never breaking eye contact. Jensen’s cock lands on his stomach, twitching as you once again dig your nails into his skin on your journey downwards.

When you’ve discarded the last of his clothes you quickly strip out of your own and rejoin him on the bed, this time kissing your way up his legs instead of down his chest, all the while chanting “mine”. You want to mark him with it, press it into his skin, inject it into his veins. He’s your drug, and you want to be his. At the point where his thigh meets his hip you pause, tongue and teeth seeking out the softest part of him. You concentrate your violence on this one spot, drawing the blood to the surface and staining him with your ardour. From the corner of your eye you see his cock twitch again, a small trail of slick spilling onto his skin.

You’re drawn to the shine, mouth watering as you scoop the head of his cock between your lips with nothing but your tongue. Jensen’s moan echoes down his body and you feel it where your head is resting against his hip. You pull off a little and lick around and around the tip, pressing your tongue to the spot just under the head that makes him tense up every time you touch it.

You sit up, and use your hand instead of your mouth, massaging the same skin you just left nice and slick. Finding that one spot again you squeeze a little, loving the feeling of his cock jumping in your hand. You roll your thumb across it, pressing the tip of your nail against him and Jensen’s eyes shoot open with a surprised whine bleeding through his lips.

“Fucking hell woman,” he sort of laughs, but it dies in his throat in favour of another moan when you press your nail in again.

“Mine,” you grin, and then you bend to suck him as far down your throat as you can. Jensen’s big, and you never manage to take him all the way down, but you can feel the stirrings of a knot starting to press up into the base of his cock and your lips can just about make it that far. You bring your hand up to wrap around the length that doesn’t fit, massaging the growing bulge that you can feel working it’s way higher. You know if you want him to be able to get his knot inside you, you need to work quickly. Pulling off with a gasp you place one last lick right over his slit, making him hiss from the sensitivity.

You shift your hips so they're hovering directly over his and drop down, running his cock through the slick that’s positively dripping from your folds. You ride the flat of his dick, leaning down so the head catches on your clit every time you bump past it, small gasps escaping your lips with every touch.

“Anytime you wanna put it in baby, just let me know,” Jensen pants, grabbing handfuls of your ass in an effort to get more pressure where he wants it. You giggle, happy that your ploy to make him desperate for you is working.

“Oh believe me,” you purr, dropping a small kiss to his lips, “I intend to use every inch of what’s mine.” You lift your hips and reach down to grab hold of him, lining up to sink back on top of him. You both groan at the feel of him sliding inside of you, your pussy squeezing around him with every beat of your pulse.

“Well, good thing you’ve got a lot of inches to work with then,” Jensen grins cockily, and you give him a long, suffering stare.

“Don’t make me question our entire relationship. I’m trying to enjoy myself here.”

“Don’t let me stop you, baby girl,” Jensen smiles even wider until you squeeze yourself around him as hard as you can and he chokes on a moan.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk, and you start to move your hips on top of him earnestly. Your thighs start to burn quickly with your punishing pace but you keep fucking him hard and fast. He feels so fucking good inside you, stretching your walls more and more as his knot continues to grow and you fight to sink it inside of you. Jensen is meeting you thrust for thrust, pistoning his hips up into yours, his feet wedged into the mattress under his knees to give himself more leverage. The angle is doing wonders for your impending orgasm.

“That’s it baby girl, keep fuckin’ me,” Jensen growls, fingers pressing into the meat of your hips so tightly you know it will leave a bruise, and you’re again struck with the desire to mark him too. “Look so fucking pretty, just using my cock to get yourself off. This what you wanted when you made me yours? Just after a dick you could claim as your own?”

“Fuck, Jensen,” you whine, feeling yourself nearing the edge as his knot presses harder against your entrance.

“You gonna cum ‘mega? Cum all over your Alpha’s cock?”

“Shit, yes, Jensen, yes!” A ragged scream leaves you as he shoves his knot inside of your cunt and you come undone around him, the extra stretch exactly what you needed to pull your finish out of you.

“Fuck baby, so hot,” he gasps, breathless as he continues to fuck into you with sharp, solid thrusts. “Cum on this cock of yours, ‘mega, all yours.” Growling, Jensen stills suddenly, back arched and rigid, eyes screwed up tight. You can feel his knot pop inside of you, cum shooting deep and warm into your body. You close your eyes too, basking in the pleasant feeling of being so thoroughly connected to someone.

When Jensen’s muscles ease and his hips start to droop you follow him back down to the bed, curling against his chest as he hugs you to him, pressing little kisses to the top of your head while he catches his breath. “I love you Y/N,” he sighs happily, rubbing his hand absentmindedly up and down your back. You grin into his chest, snuggling in closer and pressing a kiss of your own into his skin.

“Love you too, Jay,” you smile. Jensen’s thumb finds your claiming scar again, brushing over it back and forth, soothingly.

“You know,” he starts, thinking out loud, thumb still playing across the base of your throat. “There’s one way you could really make sure everyone knows I’m yours. The way everyone knows you’re mine.” You look up to him, surprised, understanding immediately what he means.

“Really?” you ask skeptically. “You want me to claim you?” A swoop of delight dances through your stomach at the thought of putting something that visible on him.

“Why not? As you’ve been so eloquently putting it all night, I’m already yours. Why shouldn’t people be allowed to see that?”

“Because the make-up girls will murder me,” you giggle, fingertips splayed over his neck where a claiming mark would go.

“Screw ‘em,” Jensen shrugs, eyes sparkling. You nod slowly, letting the feeling of euphoria sink in as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. You kiss, and lick and tease against his skin, letting your teeth out to scrape against the vein you can practically hear pulsing beneath the surface. With a deep breath you draw back your lips and bare your teeth, whispering between you as you bite down.

“Mine.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago

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Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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ohwowimlonley · 3 years ago

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DAY FOURTEEN

Dean Winchester + a/b/o

[warnings - gen. supernatural stuff, alpha!Dean, Omega!fem!reader, penetrative unprotected sex, breeding, heats, a/b/o]

[word count - 1713]

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“Dean,” you complain, leaning across your shared bed to grasp at his wrist before he can get up, “alpha, I need you,”

“I know, sunshine,” he dips his lips into a small, sympathetic frown, kissing the back of your hand before easing off the side of the bed and reaching for his discarded jeans, “but Sammy needs my help with this stupid Wendigo, and we don’t want him dying again, do we?”

“But alpha, my heat,” you lament. As if to prove your point, a short sharp cramp shoots through your stomach and you lurch forward with a pitiful whine. Seeking out any form of comfort, you twist in the sheets and bury your nose in Dean’s pillow, breathing in his heady scent.

“I know, I know, princess,” his belt jingles, boots stomp to the floor, and his palm rests for a long moment at the top of your back as he attempts to give you a fleeting touch of relief. He really, really wants to stay with you, “but I should only be a few hours, then I’ll knot you so good there’s no way you won’t have my pups,”

This only makes more waves of painful arousal wash over you, but he’s right there to soothe away the ache with a hearty kiss to your marked mating gland. His scent is clouded in disappointment at the thought of leaving you while you’re in your heat, even though the both of you know it can’t be helped; he needs to save Sam.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, omega. Just, be god ‘till I get back, okay?” He turns you over and presses a long goodbye kiss to your awaiting lips, “call me if you need me, yeah?”

You just bob your head, still completely exhausted (Sam had decided to call at three o’clock in the morning to ask for backup). All you want is for your alpha to stay and take care of you; go back to sleep until your heat hits full force, but there’s no stopping Dean when he knows his brother is in danger.

He crosses the room fast, ripping the bandaid off before he can change his mind. Before he leaves, though, you hear him dig through his bag and drop a handful of snack bars and a bottle of water on your bedside table, a precaution just in case you can’t find the strength to get out of bed later.

He stops at the door, lets out a sigh, and crosses the room to give you a finally parting kiss to the crown of your head. Then, you’re left alone.

Dean is taking much too long.

You’ve been trying your absolute hardest to distract yourself. Somehow, every article of Dean’s clothes has ended up in a pile, combined with pillows and blankets in the form of a nest on your shared bed. You’re thankful that he’d left that handful of snacks, because by the time you’d woken up at an appropriate time, your heat had come on too hard for you to leave your nest further than the wardrobe to retrieve Dean’s clothes.

It’s been hours, and you’re beginning to worry for the brothers - mostly Dean.

You reach for your phone.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up,” you mutter, nestling yourself further into the comforting smell of your mate in your anxiousness. The phone clicks; he’s picked up, “alpha?”

“‘Mega,” comes his response, voice husky and quiet. You hear the quiet hum of the Impala; you assume he’s driving home, “are you okay? Is your heat hurting too bad?”

“No, m’okay. I- I though- well, you were taking so long, I thought that something might have happened,” you stumble over your words, struggling to focus on much of anything with the burning need swirling through your core.

“I’m okay, ‘mega, I promise. I’ll be back in about,” there’s a pause, a jingle (you figure he’s flicking his watch about to check the time), “ten minutes? I’ll take care of you soon, I promise,”

“Okay,” you breathe out. A sudden surge of clarity overtakes you, “hey Dean?”

“Yeah?” He panics at your tone, you can almost hear his foot pressing more firmly against the gas pedal.

“Is Sammy okay?” It’s an innocent question, one you feel guilty for not asking sooner.

“Yeah, bunny, he’s okay,” he relaxes once again, and you can imagine his scent turning sweet again.

He’s true to his word, and you hear him pull up in his pride and joy not fifteen minutes later. The front door opens, closes. You can hear the thump of his boots as they fall to the floor. Practically squirming in anticipation, you strip the stark remnants of your clothes from your overheating body.

“Dean,” you all but purr at him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat when the brunet man trudges through the door frame and towards your nest. He crosses the room with big strides, stripping his flannel and shirt, offering them to you with shaking, bloodstained hands. You snatch them away and stash them in the correct place in your perfectly organised nest.

He strides off to the bathroom, not before dropping a kiss to the crown of your head, to wash his hands.

He’s back in a flash, not wanting to spend another moment away from you, and crawling into your nest, careful not to knock any of the blankets around.

“‘Mega,” he burrows his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet, heat-riddled scent.

“Alpha,” you pant, turning to him with a restless bite to your already swollen lip. Like a magnet, you get ever closer to the muscled man, hooking your leg over his hips and grinding into his already rock hard cock, “I need your knot, need your pups,”

“Poor little bunny,” he croons, smoothing sympathetic kisses over your burning cheeks and helping you push down the tight denim from his hips, all the way down to and off his ankles, leaving him in just a pair of much too tight looking boxers and socks that he quickly toes off.

A painful cramp of arousal sends you lurching forward in his hold, whimpering pitifully and rutting against his obvious bulge. Dean takes pity on you, pulling the waistband of his underwear down just enough for his cock to bounce up and hit his stomach. You can feel slick dribbling down the inside of your thigh at just the sight of him; at his full balls and already swelling knot.

“Lay down, pretty girlie,” he nips gently at your bonding mark, helping maneuver you down to lie on your back, spread out for him. There’s no use in wasting time when you’re wailing out for his cock, squirming in the now stained sheets, so Dean parts your legs even further, slotting in between them and lining his throbbing prick up to your sopping entrance.

“Alpha,” you pester. You know in your heart that he’s only taking so long because he wants to make sure he won't hurt you, but your hindbrain insists that he wants to make you squirm and suffer under his gaze.

Somehow, through the mess of hormones and heightened scents, your mate knows this too, so he speeds himself up, caging his arms above your head and pushing his hips forward until they meet your own, filling you up to the brim with his length.

“Oh, oh,” you let your head fall back, absorbing the satisfying fullness of having your mate inside you. Your body went down by at least 10 degrees at the contact, but it’s not enough. It won’t be enough until he’s knotted you.

He almost pauses to let you adjust, but you won’t let him, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles together. His pace begins steadily, muscles tensing underneath your calves and scent filling with the sweet tang of his sweat. The knot at the base of his cock is already swelling, catching on the rim of your entrance..

“Do you want my knot now? Wanna have m’pups?” He hangs his head in the junction of your neck and shoulder, running his teeth over the long healed over scar of your mating gland and drilling his hips into your at an almost rabid pace now.

“Please, please! I need your knot, alpha, want your babies, your pups,” you babble, words mushing together into an almost incomprehensible jumble of syllables. Dean speeds himself up, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each frantic thrust, driving the ever expanding base of his knot, “alpha, Dean, need it need it need it please, Dean, it hurts!”

“Okay, princess, okay,” he promises, forcing himself to balance on the crutch of one arm as his other slips down so his calloused fingers can flick at your aching clit, causing you to jolt against him, more slick dribbling down from your poor, abused cunt onto his own thighs.

Your orgasm comes unexpectedly, rivers of your creamy slick making it so much easier for his knot to slip in fully, locking in to you and forcing your pussy to catch his endless ropes of cum. He practically collapses onto you, teeth piercing through your vulnerable mark and refreshing it with more of his overpowering scent to ward off any stupid alphas that might dare to approach his mate. He tugs his hips back, testing. When you whine at the uncomfortable movement, he apologises with a chaste kiss to your head.

Both of you take a minute or so to calm down, panting into the night air of your shared bedroom and bathing in each other’s no longer heat riddled scents. Dean suddenly remembers himself and takes his weight from you, securing his arms around your body and switching your positions so you can rest on top of him. You breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing in his hold and on his knot, soaking up the feel of his cum puddling around his base.“Go to sleep, sweet girl,” he draws his hand up and down the small of your back, drawing you to press your chest against his own, “you’re gonna have another wave soon, okay? So I’m gonna get you cleaned up when this goes down, ‘nd then I’ll have another go at givin’ you pups,”

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navybrat817 · 3 years ago

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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 2 years ago

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To The Victor Chapter Three - Can't Be Claimed

Summary: Although Omegas had won the legal battle for equal rights, society was slow to catch up. Thought to be the weakest of the genders, they struggled to find opportunities that Alphas and Betas took for granted. Known as the Guillotine, Emmaline Beaumont was woman with a secret. Head of her family’s company; she was smart, shrewd, and tough as nails. At sixteen she presented as Omega and she’s hidden it ever since. Suppressants and hormone reassignment therapy allowed her to live her life as the Alpha her family needed her to be. The perfect solution, so long as she never allowed herself to be claimed. As the President of Winchester Inc. Dean’s professional life was golden. As an unmated Alpha nearing forty, he was restless. Charming and devastatingly handsome, Dean was rarely without female company, but he wanted more. He wanted what his parents had. Someone made especially for him. His match, his true mate. Finding her on a trip to New York had been an unexpected dream come true, but no one ever said the road to love was easy.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills

Warnings: ABO dynamics, Heat/Rut cycles, Smut (Unprotected sex, knotting, oral sex, claiming bites), hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals and medical talk, fluff and angst, age difference (Dean is 39, OFC is 27), True mates, self hate (OFC struggles with gender)

Chapter Three: Can't Be Claimed

Word Count: 3348

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The twenty minutes it took for help to arrive were nothing short of agony for Dean. He kept Emma cradled close. Whispering sweet words of encouragement in her ear, telling her to hold on, that help was on the way. She never responded, but he had to believe that she could hear him or at least knew he was there. That he wasn’t leaving her. That he was going to take care of her.

God, she’s so cold!

Dean tugged the blankets closer around the two of them and rubbed her arms roughly, desperate to infuse every ounce of his own heat to her chilled flesh. Give her his strength. Surround her with his scent. In his mind, he kept going over the conversation with Emma’s sister.

Emma can’t be claimed. Family doctor treating her since childhood.

Just what the hell did that mean? If it hadn’t been for the insistent tone in Jess’ voice, Dean would have called 911 instead. As it was, he was doubting his decision.

He pressed a kiss to Emma’s temple, “Keep fighting sweetheart, I’m right here.”

The door to the suite opened without so much as a knock of warning and a short, slight man entered. He wore a slim black suit and tie with a matching fedora pulled down over dark hair. His unsmiling face was sharply featured with beady eyes and a crooked, hawk-like nose. Everything about him was severe and unpleasant. The expression he wore was a mix of displeasure and annoyance. Going by the classic leather satchel in his hand, this man must be the family doctor.

Dean shifted Emma’s unconscious body off his chest and stood, “You the doctor?”

The man removed his hat and placed it on the table along with his bag, “I am Doctor Lancaster, and you are the Alpha who caused all the trouble.” He never spared Dean a glance as he rifled through his bag. His tone suggested an absolute disgust with the situation.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t appreciate being judged by a gargoyle in cheap mortician’s suit. Especially not when his mate’s life was hanging by a thread. “Yup, that’s me. So, are you able to help her?”

Lancaster moved over his patient with efficiency. After he took a few vitals, he drew out a vial and syringe from his bag of tricks. “I believe so, it was a good thing you called when you did. Another hour and she’d be dead.” He swiped an alcohol swab over the crook of Emma’s elbow and administered a hefty dose of the drug.

“What are you giving her?”

“Botox.”

The Alpha didn’t appreciate the sarcasm. He let out a low, menacing growl and clenched his jaw so that the muscle there twitched.

The doctor was equally unimpressed with the show of aggression. “It’s a combination of adrenaline, beta blockers and hormone booster.”

Dean frowned as he realized the implication, “She was on suppressants?”

“Ah! An Alpha with a brain! Nice to know at least one of you rutting beasts can think with something other than your nether regions.” Lancaster checked Emma’s pulse one last time. With a satisfied nod, he shut his bag and stood.

“Your Omega is going to be fine. Her temperature is already rising, and her heat cycle will now continue as normal.” The doctor gave Dean an appraising once over. “Judging by your own state, I’d say you are already aware of that.”

Dean was loathed to admit this quack was right about anything. The cavalier way he was treating a medical emergency should have him barred from practicing medicine anywhere in the civilized world. The fact that the emergency was his mate, made Dean want to rip the man’s throat out on principle alone. Yet, the little troll had done something right, because he could now pick up Emma’s scent. It was intoxicating, and stronger than it had ever been. Apple orchards and magnolia blossoms, it made his mouth water. His rut, that had been threatening since meeting Emma was now in full swing. His thoughts were quickly giving way to is Alpha instincts; protect, care for, and knot his mate.

Lancaster already had his hand on the door, knowing his presence wouldn’t be tolerated by a rutting Alpha for much longer. “She’ll wake in a couple of hours. When she does, the best treatment for her, is you.”

It was the faint, high pitched whine that finally pulled Emma from her dreamless sleep. She felt warm and secure. That lovely scent of sun-warmed cedar forest tickled her nose and she sighed in contentment, snuggling towards it.

“’Mega?”

The worry edged fear in that deep voice had her frowning before she even opened her eyes. When she did, Dean’s face was mere inches from hers, his handsome features tight with stress. The anxiety that rolled off him in waves made her heart clench. He was terrified.

She brought her hand out from under the nest of blankets and threaded it through Dean’s hair, “Alpha.”

Dean crushed her to his chest, his whole body trembled, weak with relief. After that wretched doctor left, Dean had ridded them both of their clothes and bundled them up under a mountain of blankets. He kept their bodies pressed as closely together as possible, his instincts telling him skin to skin contact was crucial to his Omega’s recovery. A warm, safe nest for just the two of them where he could protect her and look after her properly.

He scented her deeply, desperate to drown himself in the sweet fragrance. “Thank God,” he murmured over and over again.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m alright,” she soothed, brushing kisses against his forehead. She held him tight as he shook in her arms. A virile, strong Alpha like him wouldn’t be scared by much, and that told her all she needed to know about how critical things had gotten.

He had taken care of her, gotten her help and no doubt saved her life. Now it was her turn to take care of him, “I’ve got you; I’m right here.”

He kissed her roughly, stealing her words along with her breath. Desperation and urgency in every heated pass of his mouth over hers. His hands groped her aggressively, pawing at any bit of softness he could find. It took him several minutes to regain his control. He abruptly pulled away, panting for composure he would not easily grasp.

“I’m sorry… sorry.” He let his forehead fall against hers as his chest heaved. His voice was low and hoarse. “You need rest.”

Emma studied Dean’s pinched features. The tension coiled uncomfortably, barely contained, under the surface, sweat dotted his skin and his rock-hard length twitched between them. His eyes were nearly black, overtaken by the hormones and lust ravaging his system. This whole mess had triggered his rut, God knows how long he had been suffering with it while she was unconscious. The added worry that his mate was dying had made it nearly unbearable.

Her heart broke for him then and with it came guilt. This whole thing was her fault. She knew the consequences of doing anything with an Alpha while she was still taking the treatments. It was reckless and irresponsible and unforgivably selfish.

She cupped the side of his face, gently brushing her thumb over the ridge of his cheekbone. He closed his eyes and leaned into her soothing touch. “I don’t need rest. I only need you.”

“No,” he muttered, trying to ignore the urges running through him. “I’m rough. Too rough. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

She continued to stroke his face, calming and soothing. “You won’t hurt me, I’m your Omega. And your Omega is a strong Omega.”

Dean mustered up a final ounce of control and looked into her deep, blue eyes. The comfort and consent he saw there eased the tightness in his chest. “’Mega mine.”

“Yours.” Emma confirmed softly and brushed her lips feather-light over his, “Mate now. Rest later.”

It lasted five days in total. Each of them seamlessly providing what the other needed most. Alpha and Omega. Balanced. Each a perfect counterpoint to the other. They relished in the joy of being together. Every experience was exciting and new, every touch satisfied in ways that surprised. Very few words were spoken, their connection was so strong that it over-rode the need to talk. That knowing, that deep down in the soul kind of certainty was staggering. The intimacy of their bond was deeper and more complex than either of them had ever known.

Now that their respective heat and rut cycles had ended, they were left with the rather mundane task of how to weave their lives together. These were the boring, yet very necessary details of the real world. The world outside of cozy one they’d created within the confines of the hotel suite. Neither of them were particularly excited at the prospect.

“So, going by this hotel room we’ve been honeymooning in, I’m guessing you’re not a New Yorker.”

Dean caught her gaze in the mirror as he deftly buttoned up the crisp, white dress shirt and smiled. Even her reflection caused his stomach to flip over. “Nope, Chicago. Born and bred. You?”

“Manhattan.”

“You ever been to the windy city?”

“A couple of times,” she shrugged, tucking her legs up demurely under her backside. “It’s not bad for fly-over country.”

“Fly-over country?” Dean scoffed, “Chicago is in the heartland, the Midwest. Everything a big city has to offer with access to wide open spaces. Way better than this uptight sand bar.”

“Is that so? Then what’s a guy like you doing slumming it around the boroughs? Cruising for a mate?”

“Nah, I just got lucky.” Dean plopped down to sit beside her on the bed and kissed her loudly. “I travel a lot for work. I’m in New York once a month or so.”

“Will you come back more now?” She asked hopefully, the thought of only seeing him once a month had her heart twisting.

“Well, I thought that you’d come back with me. You know, live with me in Chicago.” Seeing her face fall, he rushed to reassure her, hoping that he wasn’t bungling things too much. “I’m sure you will need some time to get things tied up here, but I want you with me ‘Mega. And we can come back as often as you like.”

“Why don’t you move here with me?”

Dean nearly scoffed, but the earnest look in her eyes suggested a softer approach might be better. “Sweetheart, my business is in Chicago. I make a good living, an excellent living actually. I have an apartment there along with some property in the country. I’ll take good care of you; you won’t have to worry about anything ever again.”

She raised her chin to look Dean square in the eye, “My business is in New York. I make an excellent living and I own a beautiful Brownstone on the upper east side. I don’t have a country cottage, but I’m willing to work that into our negotiations.”

“Negotiations?!” He sat back with a laugh, “You are something else, you know that? Omegas don’t negotiate living arrangements with their Alphas.”

She leveled her gaze, “Yours does.”

His mate wasn’t one to give in easily, and he loved that about her. Her spirit. Her fight. She challenged him, made him earn her submission. Made him prove he was worthy of her. He was happy to oblige her.

He leaned in close, his mouth centimeters from hers but not touching. He ghosted over, getting tantalizingly close but never making contact. Catching on, she let him edge her backwards on the bed. It was one of those games teenagers play, like there’s an invisible barrier around their bodies that allow them to get close but never touch. They moved in tandem, he filled up space she had occupied only moments before. She retreated as he advanced.

Dean’s movements were sleek and slow, like a panther. He never stopped his progression, never broke contact with her gaze. He watched with hooded eyes as the glint of rebellion gave over to something softer.

He hovered over her body only a hair’s breadth away, his grin was predatory, “Lucky for you, I’m an expert negotiator.”

Emma struggled to keep her thoughts orderly. It was growing increasingly difficult as her mate hovered above her. His scent surrounded her, his arms and legs caging her in. He was everywhere and she could feel herself start to float on that heady, seductive cloud. She couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her lips. Nowhere in the whole world felt as good, as right, as being with him.

It wasn’t until he saw her eyes flutter shut that he broke that invisible barrier between them. His nose brushed the claiming mark and inhaled deeply before moving on to the spot just behind her ear. It was one of her favorites and he had discovered just how sensitive it was over the past few days.

When he nuzzled her then nipped, she moaned and brought her fingers up to comb through his hair still damp from the shower. “Mmm… you make a valid point.”

He chuckled as he continued his assault. Moving down the graceful column of her neck, he sampled silky skin.

“I have an idea,” she said as Dean made his way to the zipper of her hoodie and started to ease it down. When he didn’t reply but moved his fingers moved to her waistband, she gave a sharp tug on the short hairs at the base of his skull.

“Agh!” He grunted as she wiggled out from under him. With a pained sigh and a semi hard erection, he propped himself up on one elbow. “Better watch it, Sweetheart. You know I like it rough.”

Emma sat up, regal as a queen. Determined to get back to business. “I think we should date.”

“Date,” he repeated. “We’re mated. We’ve spent the last five days claiming each other in every way possible. Don’t you think we’re a little past the dating phase?”

A worried frown creased her brow, “You don’t want to date me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I know it’s a little… backwards, but so what? Why should we do things the way other people do?” She gave a shy smile as she appealed to him. “I want to get to know you.”

He sat himself up completely and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “We are going to spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other.”

He instead of reassuring her, he felt her pull away. He felt like kicking himself, somehow, he’d managed to say something wrong. He crooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. There was disappointment there, “It means that much to you?”

“Well, I thought it would be fun and I… I’ve never dated before. Not really, anyway.” She replied, struggling to keep embarrassment from coloring her voice.

Dean couldn’t help being surprised. Shocked. She was a beautiful woman, stunning actually. He had no doubt that his pretty little Omega had turned heads from an early age. She was so smart and fun and sexy, it seemed impossible that no one had ever tried to date her. Although the very thought had his possessive Alpha jealousy flaring.

“Never? No boyfriend ever?”

She shook her head and bit her lip. One of her more noticeable nervous tells. “No, not really. I mean, I’ve gone on a few dates but there was never anyone special.”

“Does this have to do with those black-market suppressants you were taking?”

“They weren’t black-market,” she countered, “I wasn’t getting shot up in back alleys, I was under a doctor’s care.”

“Oh, you mean that gargoyle that showed up? That guy was a dick, he had the bedside manner of a cab driver!”

“What he lacks in congeniality he makes up for in discretion.” Emma crossed her arms over her chest defensively. She wasn’t accustomed to defending her actions to anyone, especially regarding her presentation treatments. It was a well-guarded family secret, discussing it with anyone else made her very uneasy. Even if that person was her Alpha, the one person meant to protect her.

“Being an Omega is nothing but a liability, it’s a weakness. This city is full of Alphas who think they can drag me back to their cave by my ponytail. Or boss me around because the world order says they should be in charge of everything!”

Frustrated, she blinked back the stinging in her eyes. Tears that threatened to fall only seemed to undermine her point. Usually, she had a tight rein on her emotions but ever since being claimed, they refused to stay where she put them. They were like a storm she was constantly trying to keep from breaking through.

“I just wanted to live my life without having to worry that my presentation would get me overlooked for a promotion or kidnapped by a rut-crazed Alpha.”

Dean hated the fear and stress he felt from her. Her eyes bright with unshed tears. He knew the world wasn’t an easy place for Omegas. Emma certainly wasn’t alone in her feelings on the matter and many others had taken the same route. Suppressants and scent blockers were a common and safe method for most people who wanted a bit of anonymity.

“You’re right,” he said with a sigh, taking both of her hands in his. Reveling in how delicate they seemed compared to his. How easily they could be bruised or broken. “There’s nothing wrong with Omegas using suppressants. Hell, if I were in your shoes, I’d probably do the same thing. It’s just that reaction you had, you were so cold. I thought I was going to lose you. I’ve never been that scared. And then that creepy doctor… acting like he didn’t care if you lived or died. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.”

Emma leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. “I know. I’m sorry Dean, it’s my fault. I knew better, I just got caught up. And then when my heat started, I couldn’t think straight.”

“It’s understandable. I did kind of sweep you off your feet.”

“You did,” she smiled softly. “That’s why I had only been with Betas before.”

Dean pulled back and looked at her with curiosity, “So you’ve never been with an Alpha before me?”

“No.”

His grin was instant and cocky as his chest puffed out. “Good.”

She rolled her eyes, “Shut up.”

He laughed and pulled her onto his lap, tucking her head under his chin. She fit there so perfectly; Dean knew he would never grow tired of holding her. Leaving New York without her, would likely be one of the hardest things he would ever do. He took a deep inhale of her sweet scent and groaned. “Okay Sweetheart, you win. Let’s date.”

Emma drew back and looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Hell, why not!”

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with such enthusiasm that he nearly toppled backwards. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Just you wait,” he muttered through their joined lips, “I’ve got all kinds of romantic cards up my sleeve.”

When her face lit up Dean felt his heart swell. Yeah, being separated for any amount of time would be torture, but worth it if it made her so happy.

She eyed him with suspicion. “You aren’t just giving me my way because I cried, are you?”

“I hate seeing you cry, but no. You made a valid point. It’ll take us time to get everything figured out, why not have some fun while we’re at it?”

The dimple in her left cheek appeared and her eyes sparkled with the smile that bloomed. She was practically glowing with excitement and hope. Shining like the sun, the new center of his universe. His whole future held in his arms.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years ago

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Cider & Donuts

Summary: Jensen and the pups try to make some cookies for the reader on a fall day...

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!reader

Square: Pups (SPN ABO Bingo) & Autumn (SPN Genre Bingo)

Word Count: 654

Warnings: none

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo & @spngenrebingo

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“Ava, no!” you heard as you got back from your run. You poked your head out of the mudroom and into the kitchen, Ava standing on a chair holding an empty floor sack. Jensen stood up from behind the counter holding a giggling Alex.

“Sorry, daddy,” she said, giggling to herself as Jensen set her brother down next to her.

“Yeah, daddy,” said Alex, the two of them looking at one another before cracking up. Jensen spun around and looked at you, drenched head to toe in flour.

“Looking hot there, babe,” you said, flashing him a wink.

“Mommy, we were trying to make you cookies!” said Alex. “Daddy dropped the bag.”

“Yeah, daddy dropped it,” said Ava, Jensen staring blankly at the twins.

“Little troublemakers,” he said, ruffling both their heads. “How was mommy’s run?”

“I did more walking than running. I feel...” you said, tilting your hand. Jensen stepped over, lowering his voice.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just feel...funny,” you said.

“Well you did eat a big breakfast,” he said. “Why don’t you relax and have a lazy day. I’ll run to the store and everything in a little bit, okay?”

“Alright. Let me grab a quick shower and then I’ll keep an eye on the pups.”

“What are you cuties watching?” asked Jensen when he finished putting away the groceries later that day.

“Halloweentown,” the twins echo’d, each of them munching on their chocolate chip cookies.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” said Jensen. “Omega.”

“Alpha,” you said, tilting your head back and getting a kiss from him.

“I picked up the muffin mix you asked for,” he said. “And apple cider.”

“Thank you. I love fall,” you said, standing up with a stretch. “I’ll be back, munchkins.”

They were glued to the TV, Jensen chuckling as you walked behind the couch and back into the kitchen.

“Where’d you hide ‘em?” you asked. Jensen looked around and reached up to the cabinet above the fridge, pulling out the box of mini-glazed donuts. “You have never been more attractive.”

“And some cider,” he said, grabbing the carton from the fridge and pouring you two glasses. You both smiled and dunked your donuts in the liquid, humming when you took a bite. “So glad you taught me this.”

“It’s amazing,” you said, taking another bite.

“Feeling any better?” he asked.

“Yeah. My heat’s supposed to be coming on like tomorrow, I’m guessing it’s just that,” you said.

“It could be,” he said, taking a bite of his donut and turning it around, revealing a blue inside. You tilted your head as he did another, this one pink. “Or maybe your heat won’t be coming this month.”

“Am I...” you said, Jensen nodding. “I’m pregnant?”

“You started smelling a little funny about a week ago. It’s like how you were with the twins,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Ready for round two of pups?”

“Oh God no,” you said with a laugh, Jensen smiling as he kissed you. “You’re not gonna be as overprotective this time, are you?”

“Me? Overprotective? Pfft,” he said. You shook your head, Jensen kissing your forehead. “I will try to not be as bad this time. I promise.”

“The donuts were a cute touch,” you said.

“I thought so,” he said, both your head’s turning when you heard two pair’s of feet.

“Can we have cider, please?” asked Alex, holding up his cup.

“Alright, two ciders coming up,” said Jensen as he took them off the kids. “Anything for momma?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the rest of your donut in your mouth. “Got everything I want right here.”

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sofreddie · 3 years ago

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Resigned 4

Summary: Jensen's desperate to get home, where he's certain things will be better.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/treated badly, Angst, Mentions of Injuries to Reader, Fluff

WC: 2505

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Part 3

Y/N twisted her wrist, fidgeting and adjusting the angle at which she was being held, the grip on her hand tight and sweaty. She focused on her breathing and each step she took, her shoes making a subtle scuffle sound along the over-waxed white linoleum of the main airport concourse. Her Alpha’s body was rigid, his muscles taut with every move he made, his gaze ever-watchful for looming threats. His long legs strode with quick determination and her shorter strides rushed to keep up, his arm and grip tight as he kept her glued to his side.

As before, the reporters and cameras were all around them, the people and flashing surrounding them in an instant like an angry swarm of bees. Y/N was disoriented, the bright flashes stunning her vision, the shouts and bodies obstructing her view. She squeezed Jensen’s hand, still firmly wrapped around her own, as she grew increasingly scared of the flurry around them. She instinctually leaned into her Alpha, her head tucked into his shoulder as she let herself be led by him, breathing deeply of his scent to block out everything else around her.

Her hand was finally released once they’d entered the back of the hired vehicle, the doors closing them off from the world, the tires whirling against the pavement taking them closer and closer to home. She brought her hand to her chest, gently massaging the aching bones and muscles while her Alpha gazed out the window lost in thought. With how he had been acting, she was certain he would berate himself for causing her further pain. He had tried so hard to protect and care for her in the short time they had been together, she didn’t want to cause him more anguish.

Y/N let her thoughts drift back to their flight. Jensen had stayed close to her, grunting at passersby, his scent strong and musky, creating a cloud around them both. When the plane landed, Jensen held back waiting for all other passengers to offboard, eyeing each of them warily before he ushered her off the plane, keeping anyone from getting to her. His scent blossomed, his overprotectiveness in full swing. She was surprised and grateful that he was so very protective of her and making an effort and it was then she decided that maybe she needed to swallow her stubborn pride.

Reaching their destination, the vehicle came to a stop. Jensen immediately had his hand on the door handle, swinging it open and stepping outside. He took a deep breath and measured exhale, his eyes closed and head lolled back as he smiled wistfully, his shoulders easing their tension slightly. He turned, extending a hand into the vehicle. Y/N smiled, placing her hand in his once more as he tugged her gently from the car and into his waiting arms. The air was warm with a gentle breeze and everything seemed to invite them home.

“Bags are on the porch, Sir,” the driver said, Jensen smiling.

“Thank you,” he returned, turning towards the house with an arm around Y/N’s waist. “What do you think?”

She looked from Jensen to the house before her. She’d only ever seen homes like this in magazines - stonework siding, floor-to-ceiling windows, paver stones, and lush gardens - a picturesque home that left her head spinning a little.

“It’s stunning,” she finally spoke, turning to Jensen with wide-eyed wonder.

His eyes lit up, crinkles forming at the corners, his cheeks rosy and teeth bright as a soft chuckle left his lips. The feeling of his bliss and pride made her take a sharp inhale, her heart swelling at the suddenly boyish Alpha before her. He ushered her up the walkway, releasing her only as they reached the porch, his bow legs more visible as he jogged the few steps up to the landing.

Her eyes admired his body as he sauntered to the large wooden door, the frame alone making her giant of an Alpha look average in size. The muscles in his back flexed as he hunched to put the key in the lock, her eyes trailing down his backside and admiring the way his jeans hugged his curves. Images of those muscles and parts of him moving in different ways not that long ago stirred her a little, even though her heat was over.

When he opened the door he turned to retrieve the bags and Y/N dropped her gaze, her face heating up at being caught. The joyful sound of his laughter made her look up at him through her lashes, her head still bowed in embarrassment. But he was grinning, face reddened and eyes sparkling with mirth.

Jensen was surprised when he turned to find Y/N ogling him. He was used to that look from women but was more than pleased to see that look from her. He could feel her through their bond, her scent light and telling him that she was comfortable and content.

"Were you checking me out?" he teased with a laugh, making her blush harder. "You know you're allowed to look, right? Even touch."

He wiggled his brows playfully, biting his lip and laughing once more as she blushed harder and lightly shoved him.

“Come on,” he insisted, grabbing their bags and ushering her inside.

The door banged shut behind them, Jensen using a booted foot to push it closed as he set their luggage off to the side. Y/N stood in the foyer, taking in the house around her. It smelled clean and new, the scent of wood in the air. She quickly noticed the lack of furnishings throughout the home. While there were basics, like a couch and coffee table, and a round glass dining table just off the kitchen, the house seemed as if he’d only just moved in. She knew he was successful, but she hadn’t expected him to own a large and lavish family home when it was just him.

“I bought it about two years ago,” he explained as he took her by the hand, their fingers loosely tangled as he tugged her along with him. “It’s a great neighborhood and the price was amazing.” His tone grew a little higher, his words coming out a little quicker through his constant warm smile, “I knew I wanted a family someday, so it seemed like a good purchase.”

She smiled at him as she released his hand, slowly wandering through the common areas and admiring the house. She began to imagine what the different rooms could look like with furnishings and decor and even the family Jensen mentioned.

As she found her way into the kitchen, Jensen followed behind, hopping up on the granite countertop as she looked over the cabinets and appliances, her fingers tracing over everything with a delicate touch. A whiff of proud, happy Alpha drifted to her across the large room, making her giggle and turn to look at him. He was grinning, his legs swinging as he sat on the countertop.

The look in her eyes stole his breath away. It was the first time she ever looked at him that way, in a way that was utterly positive and happy. His heart skipped a beat and he suddenly worried about fucking it all up again. All he wanted to do was keep that happy look on her face and in her scent, always.

Y/N was already in love with the place, the house warm and cozy despite its size and expensive materials. She couldn’t fight the smile that broke across her face as she approached the glass sliding doors to the backyard. She pulled open the door that slid easily to the side and stepped out onto the wooden deck. The sun and breeze greeted her once more as she squinted against the light.

Different shades of green danced in her eyes from the large grass lawn to the many bushes and trees surrounding it. She could easily see herself spending time out there, gardening, grilling, relaxing, and entertaining. An image of children laughing and running through the grass had her heart clenching. Her scent blossomed and Jensen hummed, his warm hands wrapping around her waist from behind. His chin settled on her shoulder, his grip tight but comforting as he gently rocked her.

"This is my favorite spot in the whole house," Jensen explained. "But we can add or change anything you want. I want it to be yours, too. Ours."

It was the most furnished spot in the house, with a patio furniture set, grill, and fire pit. She could tell he spent a lot of time out there and she absolutely could not blame him.

“It’s perfect, Alpha,” she sighed as she relaxed in his arms.

His hands moving to her neck made her jump, until she realized he was removing her collar. She held still as he carefully slid the leather from her neck, tucking it into his back pocket as he turned her in his arms. He cupped her face, moving her hair and tilting her head from side to side as he examined her claim and the other markings he had left behind. A red band had formed around her neck from where the collar had chafed and irritated the skin.

“I’m so sorry, Omega,” he apologized again and she was grateful for the reassurance. “Why don’t I take your bags upstairs and you can use the bathroom to clean up or relax if you want.”

As promised he led her upstairs, which had many rooms along the hall, and took her into the one at the end with double doors. As the two doors swung open, she gasped at the sight of the room. It was massive, much larger than any bedroom needed to be. She was pretty sure it was bigger than her whole shoebox apartment. The focal point was the massive pillowy bed that sat center against the far wall, covered in pillows and a plush comforter that called to her.

“Bathroom’s through here,” Jensen led the way, opening a door off the bedroom to reveal the attached bath. Somehow, it managed to be more extravagant than anything else she’d seen - and that kitchen was to die for. A large jacuzzi tub that looked like it could fit them both. A large shower with many different heads in all directions that - she also noted - looked like it could fit them both.

"I'll leave you to it," Jensen said as he backed out of the room with a small smile.

She wanted to invite him to join her, but she couldn't seem to vocalize her request. She just knew that she didn't want him to go. As the door clicked shut she berated herself, disappointed but determined that she would try again. If he was going to make an effort, she could at least try and met him halfway. After all, this was her new forever home, her new mate and husband, her new life.

Turning on the shower, she quickly undressed, not wanting to take too long. Though the tub seemed incredibly inviting, she figured that might be better for when he was away. Right now, she just wanted to get clean and back to her Alpha.

Once undressed, she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes went wide and she took several slow steps to more closely examine the reflection staring back at her. Her body was covered in bruises and marks. Her neck was a nightmare, the collar worsening the marks and claim. Her breasts and hips had their own marks, left behind by his strong grip and eager mouth. To anyone on the outside, she'd look like an abused Omega. Not that anyone would care if she was being mistreated.

Trying to shake the thoughts and keep her positivity up, she entered the shower. The hot water felt great, massaging and relaxing her aches with the many different shower heads hitting her all over. She hissed as the water ran over her wounds, but it was manageable pain.

Rushing through the shower, she entered the bedroom to find her suitcase on the bed, open and waiting for her. She decided to pick out more conservative clothing, not wanting Jensen to see everything and get upset.

Once dressed, she made her way through the house, finding him sitting out back. She slid open the door, smiling at him as she closed it behind her and came to sit next to him on the cushioned bench swing. The awkward silence seemed to drag out, the pair gazing over the backyard as the swing gently rocked back and forth.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Jensen spoke, breaking the silence. Y/N's head snapped to him, seeing him still looking out over the yard, his thoughts just flowing from him. He sighed, leaning forward, the swing stopping its motion as he rested his arms on his knees.

"I always thought when I met my True Mate that it would just be happiness and love and this instant fairytale," he laughed mirthlessly at himself. "I know about Omega Rights - or lack of rights - but I didn't think…I didn't know…"

"I used to think," Y/N spoke up, chewing on her lip as she stared at the ground, "That when I met my True Mate that they would take their time, court me, get to know me, and ask if they could claim me."

She sighed but smiled tightly at Jensen. He looked hurt as if she'd just slapped him and his scent began to sour. She placed a hand on his, "We can't change what happened. But we can try to do better?"

"I don't want you to be submissive," he insisted. "I want you to be my partner, my best friend, my equal."

"I appreciate that," she paused to consider her words. "But with laws and everything-"

He turned to face her directly, "Y/N, I meant what I told you. I've been doing what I can to try and help Omegas, to change the laws. And now you can help too and I can support you and we can try to make a change."

She laughed and smirked, "You're ambitious."

"I want my mate to be able to live like a human being, to be treated like any Beta or Alpha. I promise you, I will fight for you and do everything in my power to change the world for you, Y/N."

She could see and feel the truth of his words, her claim resonating with their bond, the pain fading to nothing for the first time since it marred her skin.

"All I ask," he pleaded, taking her hands in his own, "Is that you be mine. Give me, and us, an actual real chance together."

A hint of a smile graced her lips as she leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Okay, Jay," she agreed and she felt the swell in his heart as she spoke his name for the first time. "Together."

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Brat Taming: Part 12

“This looks okay?” His eyes met yours through the reflection of your mirror, the bed thrown apart in the search for your phones, a makeshift nest of blankets that he was lounging on, was captured in the image he sent Steve minutes ago.

“For work? I mean it’s not too-“

“Why are you so worried about what you’re wearing, bear?” Jake prodded with a tilt of his head, his mark from Ransom healed, fully sealing him to the rich playboy alpha as well as Ari.

Jake had Steve left, and you had two to go. It was a friendly omega bet that was coming to fruition before your eyes, with your intent to let Ransom be next, the plunge from single omegas to becoming a shared and tight-knit pack was well on its way to finishing.

“It’s the first day back to work since I was on my heat cycle and with Steve’s mark, I just feel…different.” Your hands rest against your stomach, fingers curling in the front of the light knit sweater you changed into.

You had been indecisive all day, and a part of you was anxious from the moment you had woken up entangled with Jake. It had been a sudden and brutal hit to your emotional, mental and physical well-being to have become so anxious so quickly.

“You look beautiful.” Jake’s hands slid along yours, his chin nestled on the top of your head as he hummed and swayed you back and forth delicately, the two of you so naturally wrapped up in each other. “And you’re going to have a great day back at work.”

“When did you become such a motivational coach?” You turned your head, looking back at him your gaze quickly wavering to hips lips and the temptation to coat yourself in his scent was heady.

“You don’t have to work with that irritating scaly-“

“-dragon woman?” Jake finished for you, slipping his hands away from yours to the curve of your hips and with a sudden jerk, turned you to face him.

“Ransom’s right you know.” You closed your eyes, breathing in your omega, and best friend’s, scent.

You couldn’t get enough of it nor could you overcome the feeling of completion since the two of you, bound and desperately in love with each other, had started to find yourself nestled securely in a pack with alphas.

“She doesn’t hate you.” Jake rubbed his hands up and down your back, a purr radiating from within his chest and throat. “Maybe she does hate you, but that’s only because you get dick from four gorgeous men and she’s jealous.”

“That’s a lot of dick-“ you felt yourself shifting away from Jake before you even realized what he was attempting to do, and even then it was too late to prevent him from digging his fingers into your side to tickle you.

“-good thing you have someone to share it with.” He growled playfully as you two fell back onto the carpet, a pile of limbs tangled again as he used his weight to pin you down, your squeals and shrieks from laughing radiating and echoing off the walls.

You two were so entangled and occupied with each other, so wrapped in each other, neither one of you was aware of the front door to your apartment opening or the scent of an alpha that had started to infiltrate your space. Neither of you had even noticed anyone else was here until you happened to catch a glimpse of long legs in the reflection of the mirror, and a moment of innate fear struck you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” Steve’s voice had come across thick and husky, seductive in its composure, both you and Jake feeling the same lightning strike of momentary desire. “Jake gave me a key, and you had a package-“

“What time is it? Shit!” You pushed Jake off of you and scrambled beneath his body, stumbling for your phone and pulling on boots, yanking both over the bottom cuffs of your jeans. “I’m gonna be so late-“

“Eh, just give the boss some head-“ Jake started to speak, immediately getting cut off with a pillow to the face and a stern purse of Steve’s lips.

“Not funny.” You threw your bag strap over your shoulder, stepping back toward the two boys.

First stooping low to kiss Jake tenderly and quickly, and then you stepped in front of Steve. You pressed your hands against his chest and stood on your tippy toes kissing the corner of his lips in a greeting and goodbye before you finally darted out of the apartment.

The return to work wasn’t as eased as you had first anticipated and despite Jake’s best motivation for you to enjoy your day and not let the other woman rag on you, you had been welcomed by the unsightly and uppity scowl of Ari’s first assistant and the degrading snipe at your heat cycle.

The woman who had been derogatory about your cycle and the extension of your week off because of your heat hadn’t been subtle about the workload resting on her shoulders in your absence.

Something along the lines of how nice it was to “have time off to take dick” had been mumbled under her breath in passing when she bristled past you to enter Ari’s office. The comment weighed on you, it bristled under your skin and afflicted you with anger that burned red hot. You immediately sat on your desk chair and yanked your phone from the drawer to your right.

Your immediate reaction was to text Ransom, the constant back and forth you’d had over this woman and her passive-aggressive comments were making you reach the end of your patience.

Ransom was almost more invested in this woman and her incessant need to be as irritating as possible, screwing with you in every grinding way imaginable. Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the keyboard in your messages, your brain and fingers working in tandem as you ranted and finally sent the message.

You give the man dick, you’d think he’d fire her — Sugar daddy

You snort at the message, chortling as his first assistant had come out of his office with a sneer and thinly veiled contempt for you. She walked around the front of her desk and sat on the same kind of leather office chair you had and after she settled herself she glanced your way and snapped her fingers, waving them in the direction of Ari’s office.

“He wants to speak with you.” She huffed, gritting her teeth and glaring at you, her eyes following you as you stood and walked around the front of your desk.

“Snap at me again,” you completed the action while you spoke, your temper flaring, “and I’ll cut your fingers off with the letter opener.”

She huffed again yet looked away, mumbling under her breath about you or your position but ultimately dropping any argument she could have made. You walked past her, looking at her over your shoulder before you knocked on the door and stepped into his office.

“I hate your first assistant.” Ari raised his head and an eyebrow in your direction as you flicked the lock before you sat in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. “I threatened to cut off her fingers with the letter opener. She kept snapping at me.”

“She snapped once-“

“I hate her, Ari. I hate her and she hates me. I hate her, and-“ You drew your mouth closed and looked away from him, your teeth grinding as you stewed in silence.

“I’ve debated moving your desk into my office but I’d spend more time with my head between your thighs than I would work.” His comment was spoken with such unwavering honesty, you had almost missed the direct heat and wanting desire that lingered within the consonants and vowels.

It wasn’t just the words he spoke that communicated heat and desire, it was the dark ring around his normally bright blue eyes that was informative of his true intentions. He had kept his gaze on you, neither one of you breaking until the phone rang at his desk, and only then had he broken eye contact to answer the person on the other line.

And still, he bid you wait for him by raising one finger, pointing to you and his lap, his lips stretching into a wicked grin.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, even when he was supposed to be watching the game playing on the field below, his eyes were captivated and held by his date.

He was nervous, almost uncannily so, to be here and out in the open with another man when his past wouldn’t have ever allowed him this liberty. Being here with Jake out in the open, being able to go on a courting date with the younger and bratty omega was like taking a deep breath to clear his lungs.

It was so easy being with his female omega, it was so easy to take a walk with you or go out to the movies, have dinner or spend a week away in New York while you were afflicted by your heat cycle. Steve had it easier when he was with you versus Jake because he hadn’t been given the opportunity before now to embrace and hold to his bisexuality.

In the past he was born and raised in, Steve would have never been able to court another male omega. He would never be allowed to join the army or have been turned into the hero he is if he was open about his bisexuality. Call it a stigma of his affliction, which is what he thought it was, but he was still struggling to accept himself.

This was the first step, this was the first real leap and bound he was making in his self-acceptance. Steve was crazy about you and Jake, he was undeniably drawn to the two of you. He had his time with you, he had marked you as his and staked out the very claim he was going to have with Jake.

This first courting date was meant to be easy and relaxing, it was meant to be the first step in taking Jake as his own. And for the most part, it had felt as easy as it was supposed to be, and then the light hit Jake’s face and Steve felt his focus shifting from the game he had taken his omega to, and placed it upon the delicate and beautiful features of his male omega.

Steve was caught staring more than once, he was caught enraptured by the crease of Jake’s lips as he pursed his flesh when a play was made that was particularly troubling.

Steve’s attention was held on Jake when the omega he came with reached out to touch Steve, and the simple action sent a tidal wave of vibrant desire to hit him square in the chest. He was hit with the velvety notion of flesh against flesh and the desire to brush his lips against Jake’s, just to see if he would whimper and whine.

Steve was staring.

Unapologetically so.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of his omega nor could he prevent the sting of possessiveness that flourished in his soul when another alpha walked by and took a second glance at Jake. The innate reaction to slipping his hand upon Jake’s thigh and the squeeze were almost debilitating, his hindbrain was beating like a drum with the need to show the world that Jake was with him.

“You’re good?” Jake questioned Steve, breaking the ultimate hold of Steve’s gaze with the squirted whisper. “You’re projecting.”

“I don’t like other alphas looking at what’s mine.” The growl that escaped his lips was more intense than he intended, and it was met with Jake’s soft laugh and a little chirp.

“You’re intense, no one would fuck around and find out.” Jake leaned in and his scent hit Steve with an unreserved intensity that caused the alpha to close his eyes and breath deeply, a vivacious sound that was cross between a purr and a sigh to form in his throat.

His breath had become tightly wound in his throat and the purr was replaced with a groan, the burly sound aiding the intense mix of his scent as alpha and Jake’s scent as an omega.

Steve had opened his eyes and dropped his gaze to the hand Jake placed on his thigh, Jake’s fingers slowly kneading his leg. The heat that radiated from Jake’s hand through his jeans to his leg carried a great weight that sent his blood pumping to the head of his cock.

“Brat,” Steve hissed, steadily growing impatient the further Jake’s hand slid up his leg, “not here. If I lose control-“

“Oops.” Jake grinned shamelessly and moved his down Steve’s leg to rest on his kneecap, fingers drumming rhythmically. He had shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if nothing had happened and as if his hand on Steve’s knee had done nothing to turn the alpha on.

Steve had lawn out a puff of air and let his head fall back, his blue-green eyes fixated upon the skyline and the almost seamless blue ceiling that was only briefly obstructed by a few feathery clouds.

He fixated his eyes upon the blue sea in the sky until he had calmed down enough not to have his erection caught by people around them. As he lowered his head and watched the game unfolding, Steve reached out and rest his hand upon Jake’s thigh, almost second-guessing the action until Jake placed his hand on top of Steve’s.

“I like it, leave it.” Jake flashed Steve a smile, reassuring and unbothered by the physical affection that Steve was still becoming accustomed to.

Steve was stuck in a cycle of bliss and insecurity, placated between the enigmatic clutch of Jake Jensen, 1 of 2 bratty omegas, and his vicious self-doubt. He was stuck in this back and forth until the game had ended, even beyond then.

When Jake had started to drag him to the nearest outdoor park with walking trails, Steve had finally been bolstered out of this rut when lips met lips. He was struck and shocked silent, as Jake poured everything he could into the blinding earth-shattering kiss that stole Steve’s breath.

His hands had remained at his side, his eye growing wide with wonder. Steve had seen a lot in his life, he had been through more than he could’ve ever truly given life through words, and now feeling Jake’s lips on his, he was transported back to the 1940s before the ripe age of 27 being kissed properly by an agent. It took Jake trying to pull away from Steve to get him to act.

His hands cupped Jake’s cheeks and Steve’s tongue brushed Jake’s bottom lip. The kiss had intensified as puzzle pieces snapped into place, Steve unabashedly giving as much into the kiss as Jake had.

Everything was falling into place; self-acceptance wasn’t fleeting anymore.

“We’re supposed to be taking a walk-” Jake had tried to pull away, he had turned his head to draw himself away from Steve.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Steve hooked his hand around the back of Jake’s neck, pulling him back to steal another kiss.

Their lips collided against each other, lips and teeth clashing in a passionate exchange of affection.

Nothing mattered more than tongues tangling and Jake’s arms slinging around Steve’s neck, the endearing exchange welcomed by both parties. Steve had dug his nails into the back of Jake’s neck, finally getting an answer to a question not asked when his omega whimpered and whined.

“Are you done with me now?” Jake pulled away, breathing heavily against Steve. “I mean I’m not-“

“No,” Steve laughed softly, stealing one kiss after another, “I’ll never be done with you.”

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