#alpha!jensen x omega!reader

[sofreddie]

Resigned 6

Summary: Vancouver seems like the fresh start Jensen and Y/N have been waiting for, but is it all they hoped it would be?

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/mistreated, SMUT (Unprotected Sex, Mating), Fluff, Angst, Violence, Derogatory Language/Remarks

WC: 2,976

A/N: It's been ages, I know! Life, writer's struggles, trying to get the details just right. Just know that even if it's been ages, I am STILL determined to get all the things written. Feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

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Part 5

The flight from Austin to Vancouver was much easier than their first flight together. For starters, it was chartered by the studio, so there was no harassment over Jensen's Omega flying with him, no haggling to get her seated beside him, no harassment from staff or others on the plane. It was as smooth as could be. Y/N didn't complain and resisted fidgeting with her collar as much as possible, though Jensen still had to hold her hands to stop her once or twice subtly.

As promised, he had gotten her a custom collar - which still required a tracking device, serial number, and registration with the OE per Omega laws - which was fitted to her perfectly, thinner and lighter, and more like an accessory than a controlling collar. He still loathed for her to wear it, an uncomfortable churning igniting in his gut as it clicked into place around her neck, covering his mark. He fought back the whine every time he looked at her and couldn't lay eyes upon his claim.

Landing in a private airport terminal, they could board their hired SUV to take them to Jensen's condo. She wouldn't have to face paparazzi - or many people - and would be more relaxed. She was already nervous about their future, the unfamiliar city and country, and her role as an Omega. He wanted things to be as smooth as possible for their transition.

Arriving at the condo, Jensen visibly relaxed as the door closed behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Y/N allowed her eyes to roam; the apartment was rather lovely but sparsely furnished and filled with the scent of her Alpha. Feeling Jensen come up behind her, she moved her hair to the side as he unfastened her collar and tossed it on the kitchen bar counter by the door. They both let out a sigh of relief at its removal.

Jensen's arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her tight and secure to his body, immediately kissing over his claim and gulping down her scent. Leaning against him, she tilted her head to allow him more access. He gave a pleased rumble in response.

"You go in tomorrow, right?" she asked softly, not wanting to break their sweet bubble.

"Yeah," he responded, face still buried in her neck, giving a nip to her mark that made her jump in surprise, then melt and moan.

Jensen chuckled, scooping her into his arms and carrying her down the hall to his bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, making her giggle, and slowly crawled over her. He grinned down at her before stealing her breath with a deep kiss. She relaxed into the bed, her arms snaking around his shoulders to hold him close. He moaned in approval before rolling to the side, taking her with him so that she was on top, her body draped over his. Grabbing her hips, he ground his hardening cock into her core, moaning at the friction.

"Want you on top, Omega," Jensen groaned, grinding harder against her and encouraging her hips to rock against him. "Want to watch you," he pleaded.

After two weeks of mating, they were more than familiar with each other's bodies and arousal. But with his Alpha needing to claim and connect with his Omega, this was the first Jensen had Y/N on top. His whispered words made her feel a surge of empowerment. Her heart raced, pulsing against her ribcage, more than eager to comply. 

They stripped each other bare, kissing relentlessly between each item removed, their hands roaming over exposed skin. After he removed her panties, the last barrier between them, she sat atop his hips once more. As her dampened folds rubbed against his hardened cock they moaned in unison.

"Please, Omega," Jensen begged between pants for breath. "You're in charge. Whatever you want," he half-promised, half-pleaded.

Hearing him beg for her reminded Y/N of her desperation deep in the throes of her heat. She could hear the need and desire dripping from him. She swelled with pride as he squirmed beneath her, knowing she was making him feel that way. It made her feel strong, confident, and beautiful. Knowing he could easily overpower her but choosing instead to give that power to her solidified in her heart and mind that her Alpha belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.

With new confidence, she lifted her hips, grabbing his shaft and lining him up with her entrance before she slowly sank, inviting every last inch until there was no more to take. Sitting upright, she ran her hands along her body and to her breasts, squeezing them in time with her walls, simply enjoying the feeling of being connected. 

"Gotta move," Jensen groaned through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing her hips for emphasis, his hips attempting to jerk up into her.

"I thought I was in charge," she cooed, leaning down over him with a smile, initiating a slow grind.

He nodded, his mouth hung open as the grind gave him enough friction to feel good but not enough to get anywhere. It was maddening in the best of ways. If his Omega wanted to torture him, he'd allow it, simply enjoying being connected to her in such a way. She felt incredible, better than he ever imagined sex could ever feel. Every time Jensen entered her, he thought he was coming home to a place he had carved out just for him.

As her pace built, Y/N sat upright once more, her rhythm increasing until her ass was slapping against the tops of his thighs. She lifted until he was nearly free, dropping back down harshly, crying out at the delicious sting of him hitting her deep. Jensen sat up, his arms wrapping around her, his body moving in sync with hers. She rode him in earnest as he sucked at her nipples, his hands roaming her back and hips, keeping her close.

Lifting his head, he watched as she came undone in his lap, his thumb on her clit to draw out her orgasm. He was right behind her, wanting to ring every bit of her climax from her. As she began to come down, he swiftly rolled her over, pounding to his release, his knot popping to lock them together and his teeth renewing his claim at her neck. She screamed, a sudden second orgasm creeping up on her and ripping from her body.

Jensen lapped at her claim, ensuring it was cleaned and healing correctly. She ran her fingers through his hair, her head turned to the side so he had full access. He continued grinding his hips into her as he took the time to tend to her wound. She had learned that he was obsessed with her mark, constantly kissing, scenting, or renewing the bright scar on her throat. She didn't mind. She was surprised at how much she seemed to enjoy it - the rush of hormones and emotions that ebbed and flowed between them with each bite.

Tomorrow, Jensen will return to work on set, and she will remain at the condo. She didn't know what the future held for her but knew she had time to figure it out. After Jensen's knot receded, he withdrew and dropped to the bed beside her, tucking her against his body as he held her from behind. She began to be glad to be an Omega for the first time, even if it was only because she had an Alpha like Jensen.

-

When she woke, Y/N was alone in bed, Jensen's side having gone cold. She vaguely remembered him kissing her while she was half-asleep and supposed that was his goodbye. She hoped he'd wake her so she could see him off, but he did tell her his job had crazy hours. Forcing herself from the bed, she went to the restroom and dressed before heading to the kitchen for coffee. She passed the bar countertop and eyed the collar, glaring at it as she continued to her intended destination.

Her whole mood changed as she reached the coffee machine. She saw a small note left by Jensen wishing her a good day and promising to see her that night. She couldn't fight the happy grin that spread across her face. Once again, she thought about how lucky she was to have an Alpha like Jensen, who cared about her and went above and beyond to show her he cared.

With coffee in hand, she wandered the condo that was now her home. She looked over each room, thinking of things she could get to make the space more homey. She loved that every inch of the place smelled like her Alpha, giving her peace and calm even in his absence. However, with the bond so fresh, it would be challenging to be away from him initially. She laughed, realizing only a couple of weeks ago that she was terrified and hiding from this. It seemed so silly now.

Jensen had messaged her throughout the day, checking in on how she was and telling her about his day. He missed her just as much, which only made her smile harder. The smile stayed in place all day, even as she worked hard to make dinner for Jensen after his first day back to work. However, as she finished cooking, Jensen called to inform her he'd have to work late that night. She did her best to hide her disappointment.

The following morning, Y/N was sad to wake up and found Jensen already gone, disappointed to have gone to bed alone the night before. The long filming hours kept him at it for however long they needed him. That was a part of acting that she didn't realize. They could be on their feet, fighting or reciting lines, for twelve to twenty hours daily. Just the thought of it had her exhausted.

She did her best to occupy her time in the condo and hide her growing disappointment. She needed time to adjust to the changes and Jensen's schedule. She kept telling herself that, but for days, she missed Jensen, his schedule working him to the bone before they went on hiatus. He made a point to call several times throughout the day, checking in on her, but it had been three days since they'd even seen each other in person.

Y/N occupied herself with unpacking and finding homes for her things in the apartment. It took a while for her mind to register that she'd have two homes to manage and decorate now, not that Jensen pushed any agenda. But she needed to do something. She couldn't just sit around waiting for her Alpha to show up. She had her own life to live as well.

Except, she didn't know what to do with herself. She knew she couldn't go back to some regular, average job. For one thing, Jensen wouldn't see the necessity of it. For another, she knew she'd be in the media's eye because of who her Alpha was. She began understanding that Jensen's schedule and work would dictate most of her life. At a minimum, it would give her time to catch up on reading. She loved reading everything she could, including learning new skills when possible.

Sipping her coffee, Y/N looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city. The seasons were transitioning from fall to winter, and everything was chillier than she was used to in the northern climate. She had been cooped up inside for weeks, primarily alone and barely getting any time with Jensen, which had left her restless and cemented her decision to go for a walk and view the new city where she lived.

She dressed warmly, thankful for the new outerwear items Jensen had insisted upon. As she slung her bag on her shoulder, she double-checked everything, ensuring she had her phone, the card he gave her, and the key to the condo. Tying off her scarf, she tucked the key into her jacket and locked the door behind her.

She paused in the hallway, looking back at the door, feeling like something was off. She rechecked her pockets and confirmed she had everything she needed, but it didn't ease her concern. She stared at the door, absentmindedly pulling at her scarf and chewing on her lip in thought. Then, her eyes widened as she dashed back to the door, hastily opened it, and ran back inside. 

There it was, on the kitchen counter under a dish towel and some random mail flyers - her collar. She ripped off her scarf and struggled to put the collar on her neck, finally managing to snap it in place. She sighed, relieved she remembered - because that would have been bad - and sad knowing it was programmed so only Jensen could remove it. So she'd wear it until he came home, whenever that would be.

Checking her pockets a third time, she went outside, ready for fresh air and sightseeing. Setting a slow pace, Y/N strolled along the sidewalk, examining the various buildings and shops she passed. Though cold outside, she found the air refreshingly brisk, putting a little more pep in her step. Jensen was right; Vancouver was beautiful, and she felt like maybe it was a good city for a new start. 

People nodded and smiled as they passed, lifting her spirits and making her feel like a person. Stopping to browse books on a cart outside a quaint little shop, Y/N turned her attention to a commotion down the walkway. A man and a woman appeared to be causing the commotion, but the passersby didn't notice or care as they continued walking. 

The man criticized and mishandled the woman on a public sidewalk. More than a little confused and wondering why people were passing by, Y/N rushed forward and intervened in the altercation after the man slapped the woman to the ground. It wasn't until she was helping the woman to her feet that she realized she was an Omega and the angry man was an Alpha. 

Scared, she stood her ground, helping the Omega as she wished someone had helped her when she had been carried away against her will. She loved her Alpha, but she still struggled with the trauma of their meeting.

"What is wrong with you, slapping this poor woman?" Y/N chastised the man. "Are you okay?" she turned her attention to the Omega, who was flustered and wide-eyed, pressing a hand gingerly to her cheek.

"Don't you know not to get between an Alpha and his Omega?" the Alpha growled, harshly grabbing Y/N by the arm. "Your Alpha should've taught you to know your place, Omega Bitch!"

Y/N found herself on the ground, the Alpha's harsh slap burning her cheek and making her head feel like it was about to explode. Her fear morphed into rage, and she climbed back to her feet, seeing the Alpha attacking his Omega again. A crowd was suddenly forming, only paying attention when an Alpha raised his tone. Seeing red, she lunged forward without a thought, shoving the Alpha, who stumbled and fell into a display outside the storefront.

Suddenly, chaos ensued as passersby stopped, witnessing the confrontation. Most were screaming at the two Omegas, the crowd having encircled them. A few people attempted to stand up for them, but the louder and angrier mob drowned them out. The Alpha approached the Omega pair, his anger and stance clear; he was seeing to take punishment. 

Several other Alpha grabbed at the two Omegas, their thrashing and struggling uselessly against the much stronger males. The Alpha removed his belt, clearly intent on whipping them. Y/N had never been so relieved to hear the police arrive than she was at that moment.

Two officers stepped in to calm the crowd and ascertain what had occurred. The crowd grew louder and more raucous as the police tried to gain information. Much to her dismay, Y/N was handcuffed a moment later, and the other Omega was also arrested. The Alpha was left alone to sneer after them as they were carted away.

Others began to chime in, some supporting her arrest, others arguing for her release, and cursing the police and the arrival of Omega Enforcement. As the crowd grew rowdy, the officers grabbed Y/N, and the other Omega led them through the growing crowd. As they were placed in the back of an OE car, the officers called in for backup, the crowd shouting and shoving over their heated opinions.

Backup only took a few minutes to arrive, but a large fight had broken out among the masses when they came. The arresting OE officer climbed into the car, driving toward the station now that more officers had arrived.

"My, my, you two are in a lot of trouble," the OE officer spoke as he drove towards what Y/N assumed was the police station. "Interfering in the affairs of an Alpha and his omega, assaulting an Alpha, property damage, and now it looks like inciting a riot too if the looks of that crowd are anything to go by."

The other Omega didn't seem as upset as Y/N. If anything, she breathed easier being away from that Alpha. She hoped she hadn't made things worse for the poor woman whose cheek was already bruising. She could only imagine what she might look like herself.

Y/N dropped her head, refusing to talk or make eye contact. But she couldn't stop the tears from falling as she prayed that Jensen wouldn't be too angry with her. She wouldn't blame him if he chose to leave her there this time; she was a terrible Omega.

PART 7

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Spring in Fall

Summary: Jensen Ackles has spent his whole adult life in front of the camera, but now he wants something more. Something he’s not been able to find yet: an omega to settle down with. When Y/N Y/L/N arrived on the set of Supernatural, the alpha may just find all he’s ever wanted – his true mate.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Scent Bond for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: Omegaverse, A/B/O dynamics (no smut or anatomy talk), fluff, scenting.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This WIP has sat unfinished for over a year. When I got the ‘Scent Bond’ bingo square for Jacklesverse, I just knew this would be the perfect fill and found my fluffy bone long enough to get this finished! I hope you love this absolute floof 😘

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Jensen was irritable. That much was obvious from the Goddamn moon. In fact, irritable was too polite a word for what he was. His ruts were no joke since he hit forty, knowing that his biology dictated he should’ve settled with a mate long before now. The problem was work always got in the way.

If it wasn’t sixteen hour filming days, it was every other weekend at conventions. If it wasn’t conventions, it was catching up on sleep; if it wasn’t sleep, it was an awards show, corporate event, or some other function he was obligated by contract to attend.

Jared had been lucky in finding his true mate on set, and Jensen always hoped the same fate might come to him, but so far, twelve seasons into the show, it hadn’t happened and his hope was starting to wain.

He couldn’t deny that he wanted what all his family and friends had. He was lonely—not that he liked to admit that out loud to many people. All that would achieve is a sudden string of blind dates that always ended in disaster.

The alarm on his phone went off with the reminder to buy a present for his nephew’s birthday, and when he registered the date, he frowned. Quickly, Jensen ran through the math in his head, and his frown deepened. He wasn’t due a rut for another week.

Then why was he so on edge?

“Mr. Ackles? They need you on set in five.” One of the PAs, Riley, he thinks, shouts through his trailer door.

“Alright, thanks,” Jensen calls back, trying to put it to the back of his mind for now. He had a job to do, and if Jensen was anything, he was a professional. He would never let personal issues bleed into his professional life.

Plus, they had a very important guest star for the next couple of months. Y/N Y/L/N had signed on for an eight-episode story arc, and everyone was excited. She was the most popular actress the network had ever had on their books. She was making waves in the acting world, and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before she moved to a bigger network or the big screen and began cashing in on prestigious award wins.

Not only that, but Jensen had a massive crush on the beautiful omega, and Dean would be having a really good time with her sassy, sexy character for the duration of her time here. He knew it was unlikely that she’d be his true mate, but maybe, if he played his cards right, she’d at least go on a date with him, and things might work out for them. Plenty of couples he knew weren’t true mates and life was great for them.

“Can you smell that?” Y/N asked no one in particular in the hair and makeup trailer.

“Smell what?” Jared asked from the hair chair.

“Leather, and…” she turned her head and sniffed again. “Sandalwood. Mmm, whiskey.” She felt her cheeks heat up and a tingle in her belly that wasn’t wholly unfamiliar to her; neither was the scent she was detecting. It smelled like home. “Spearmint, too?”

Jared smirked through the mirror at Frida, the hair lady, and Y/N caught the grin on the makeup lady, Tanya’s, face. “What?” she asked. Tanya just shook her head, her grin getting wider.

“Come on, Tanya! There’s something you’re not telling me! What is it?” she whined and pouted playfully.

“Jeez, don’t give me that look!” Tanya laughed. “Damn it! Or those eyes!” she stepped away, laughing harder, when Y/N pulled out the big guns. “You know, Jared, Y/N’s puppy eyes are better than yours!”

Jared laughed and mumbled something that sounded a lot like: “Jensen’s gonna be in so much trouble!” as he looked over at the confused omega, who was still subtly sniffing the air with an adorable frown on her face.

“Is it getting hotter in here?” Y/N suddenly exclaimed. “My God, it’s hot,” she fanned herself with her script, feeling the heat rise from her toes upwards as if she’d just sat in a tub filled with water that was too hot. “Can we open the door or something?”

“Sure, I got it,” Frida said as she left Jared in the hair chair and opened the door to the trailer. “Jensen!” she gasped as she opened the door and saw the green-eyed actor reaching for the handle. “You scared me!” she giggled and stepped back, allowing the tall alpha to enter the trailer.

As soon as Jensen stepped inside, he stopped short, his green eyes blown wide and pupils dilating at the sight of his famous crush sitting in what was usually his makeup chair. She looked beautiful with her big doe eyes as wide as his and her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

Jensen stepped out of his trailer and took a deep breath of fresh air, frowning at the scent he caught on the wind. It smelled like home. Like The Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden in the springtime, to be exact. Cherry blossom, lilac and honeysuckle all mixed in with a hint of lavender, making his mouth water. But that was impossible. Except for the lavender, those flowers only appeared in the spring or early summer. It was October.

He didn’t think they’d have flowers on set for any reason, but he supposed that didn’t mean someone didn’t get sent a bouquet or something. The smell of lilac was unmistakable to him; his mom had a huge lilac bush in her backyard, and he’d grown up with it. He’d know that smell a mile off.

Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts of home, he continued towards the set. He was really excited to work with Y/N, and he hoped she was as sweet and kind as he’d always heard she was. Nothing was worse than having professional respect for someone, meeting them, and finding their personality or attitude lacking.

Jensen spotted Rich across the lot and walked towards him to welcome him. The kind beta was directing again, and Jensen wanted to greet him properly and make sure he knew where to go if he needed anything. Not that Rich needed the reminder, but Jensen was nothing if he wasn’t a gentleman.

“Hey man, good to see you again,” Jensen said as he greeted Rich with a hug.

“Looking good, Jensen. How are you doing?” Rich asked.

“Ah, you know,” Jensen said simply. Rich was one of the few people who knew how desperate he was to find a mate, settle down and have a few pups of his own instead of always being the fun uncle.

“She’s out there, Jay. And I have a feeling she’s closer than you think!” he smirked.

“Ha!” Jensen scoffed. “You sound like Jared! He’s convinced Y/N’ll turn out to be my true mate!” he chuckled.

“Hey, I get why he thinks that! I remember all those nights in your trailer or apartment, and if you saw her on screen, you just froze and stared at her until she was off camera again!” Rich laughed heartily.

“Well, she’s incredibly beautiful. And I’m no worse with her than when you see Scarlett Johansson or Jared was with Nina Dobrev!” Jensen laughed.

“True, but your eyes glaze over, and you get this stupid smile, and…” Rich trailed off at his friend’s head tilt and look of sheer concentration.

“Can you smell that?” Jensen asked.

“Smell what?” Rich asked.

“It’s like a spring garden or something. I smelled it earlier and can’t get it out of–” Jensen whipped his head around and began stalking towards the hair and makeup trailer. Rich followed him, staying a safe distance behind the prowling alpha.

The alpha stopped in front of the trailer door and sniffed, purring low in his throat at finally finding its source. Just as he raised his hand to pull on the handle, the door whipped open, and his senses were assaulted with the most delicious and delicate scent he’d witnessed in his whole life.

Jensen stepped into the trailer, his gaze fixed on his celebrity crush, and felt the air being sucked from him as her Y/E/C eyes met his green ones, wide and submissive. “Omega,” Jensen purred, momentarily shocked at how pathetic he sounded. Certainly not like the big, strong alpha he wanted to be for her, that’s for sure.

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered in response, bowing her head as a sign of her submission to him.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Jared grinned, raising his hands at the older alpha, showing he was no threat to them. The two women showed the same respect to Y/N, raising their hands as they left the trailer.

“I think Jay just found his true mate!” Jared grinned, pulling Rich into a hug.

“He’s gonna absolutely hate that you were right. I hope you know that!” Rich smirked.

“Hell yeah! And I’m never gonna let him forget it!”

Rich chuckled as he pulled the walkie from his belt. “We got a code 143; I repeat, a code 143 is in progress. All filming is suspended until further notice. Ladies and gentlemen, Jensen Ackles has met his true mate in none other than Y/N Y/L/N. Over and out,” Rich spoke through the device and smiled, high-fiving Jared when they heard the cheers erupt from all over the lot.

“Alright, I’ll start with the phone calls. Have you got the numbers for Y/N’s family? I’ll let them know she’ll be off grid for a few days at least,” Jared asked Rich, who handed him a sheet of paper with her emergency contacts listed.

“I’ll get some betas to keep the parameter clear from here back to his trailer. The last thing we need is another alpha getting too close to Y/N. Or an omega to Jensen, for that matter. Then I better call the Network and let them know their golden boy and girl are officially off the market!” Rich chuckled.

“They’re gonna love that!” Jared laughed.

It’d been suggested to Jensen before by numerous executives that he and Y/N should meet and see if there was a spark, but Jensen was stubborn and said if they were meant to meet, it’d happen naturally. Apparently, so was Y/N. They��d heard a few times that it was the same response she gave them whenever they asked her about it.

Once the door was closed, Jensen stepped towards her and kneeled at her feet. “Do you want this, Y/N? Want me?” he asked shyly. Yes, they were true mates, but he had a few years on her, and she might not want to settle with an older man. She might not want to settle at all. Being in the prime of her career might mean she wasn’t ready to start a family yet.

“Yes, Jensen. I want this… want you, Alpha,” she purred, placing her hand on his cheek and smiling softly. The gasp of pained relief from the big, strong alpha broke her heart, and she wondered if he’d been let down as many times as she had in the past or if it was more.

“Can I… uh… can I scent you, Omega, please?” Jensen asked quietly, and Y/N giggled at his cuteness. She’d always hoped she’d have an alpha with a softer side, and it seemed like she got one.

“Yes, Alpha. I’m yours now,” she said softly.

“Not quite,” his fingers rubbed softly over her mating gland. “But I intend for you to be mine very soon,” he smiled softly before slowly leaning forward and nuzzling his nose into her neck. His hot breath against her sensitive skin made Y/N shiver, and her body erupted in goosebumps. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, and she felt tears sting in her eyes.

Jensen whined as he got in closer and breathed her in. “You smell so good, Omega. And so beautiful,” he whispered to her, gently placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her closer still. Y/N tilted her head and rested her cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his mating gland, her neck still open, and began to scent him in return.

Within seconds, an overwhelming sense of tranquillity and contentment at being exactly where he needed to be rushed over him, and he had no idea if it was coming from him, her or both of them. And it was the most elating feeling in the world.

“Sweetheart, I could sit her for hours and do this,” Jensen whispered, placing the softest of kisses on her neck between each word he spoke. “But I wanna take you somewhere more private if you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” Y/N answered, a whine escaping her throat as soon as he pulled away from her. Jensen chuckled at her pout, stood, held his hand out for her to take, and pulled her protectively into his side when she was on her feet.

“What hotel are you staying in?” Jensen asked.

“I’m not. I’m staying with a friend. Her apartment is just outside the city,” Y/N responded.

“My place is closer. Is that okay with you? I’d rather we have complete privacy, but if it would make you feel better, we can go to my trailer or the place you’re staying,” Jensen spoke softly.

“Let’s go to your place, Alpha,” she beamed brightly, chuckling when Jensen purred in approval of her answer.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen pulled Y/N into his body and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The omega responded instantly, winding her arm around his waist and moving as close to him as their bodies allowed. The alpha smirked and puffed his chest with pride at hearing the wolf whistles from the crew, who’d gathered to wish the new couple well.

Jensen noticed his driver standing next to an SUV and headed straight towards him, determined to get them out of there as quickly as possible. He’d waited long enough for her and didn’t want to wait any longer. 

Helping Y/N into the car, Jensen quickly moved to the other side and climbed in beside her. He’d barely sat down when the omega slid over to his side and cosied up to him, burying her nose in his neck and scenting him contentedly. He purred, happy to finally have his omega in his arms, scenting her hair, allowing her aroma to mingle and settle in with his own, binding them together in a bond that would become unbreakable the instant he claimed her, which Jensen had every intention of doing before the sun came up.

“Forever starts now, Omega. You ready for it?” Jensen murmured into Y/N’s hair.

“I’ve never been more ready, Alpha.”

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Imagine...Alpha!Jensen Being Protective Of You

Summary: A pregnant reader gets a slight shove in the grocery store and sends Jensen into protect mode...

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 662

Warnings: language, slight angst​

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“Watch it,” you said when an Alpha bumped into you in the grocery store, your hand going to protecting your bump.

“You watch it,” he shot back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” said Jensen. He pushed on the guy, hard, and you grabbed his hand. 

“Back off buddy,” said the guy, almost shoving him when you stepped in between them. 

“Be more mindful of the pregnant omega okay?” you said. You pushed Jensen away, a low growl emitting from his throat, scent pouring off of him. His very, very primal and “I’ll tear your throat” out scent. “Jensen.”

He was still glaring and you grabbed his face. 

“Alpha,” you said. Other people in the aisle were starting to notice and you slid your hand down to his neck, pressing your thumb over where his own bonding gland was. He looked to you and you narrowed your eyes. “Wait in the car.”

He twitched his lip at the other Alpha further down the aisle but turned and walked away. You sighed and saw someone muttering to someone else, a phone in their hands.

“Awesome,” you mumbled.

Twenty minutes later you were out of the store and opening the trunk, Jensen storming out of the car. You held up a hand and he pushed it away, getting so close he was practically touching you.

“Calm down,” you said but you saw he was too far gone for that. “Fine. Put the groceries in the trunk and I’ll wait in the car if that makes you happy.”

“Better,” he said. You rolled your eyes and heard the trunk slam shut after a few minutes, Jensen piling in behind the wheel. “Do not get between me and another Alpha ever again. Is that clear?”

“Jesus Jay. I-”

“Is that clear?” he growled. You turned and glared, Jensen giving it right back before he softened. “You’re seven months pregnant with the pups. You cannot get hurt.”

“I wasn’t going to. If you’re gonna be a dick Alpha you can drop me off at the Pads place on the way home. I don’t want to hang around with that kind of man.”

He grumbled and pulled out of the spot, quiet as he drove you back home. You could still feel how tense he was, the car filled with his musk, almost overpowering. You were grateful when he pulled into the garage and headed inside, Jensen going in and out a few times, putting things away in the pantry and fridge. 

He gripped the counter, broad shoulders scrunching up, biceps nearly too big for his shirt as he flexed them. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just...I don’t know. I’m sorry,” he said. You sighed and got up from the couch, hugging him from behind.

“It’s you being an overprotective Alpha. I know it’s because I’m pregnant and your hormones are all over the place too. You can protect me Jensen, always. But when I say stop, stop.”

“When I say don’t step between me and an Alpha, please listen to me. It’s dangerous,” he said. 

“Alright if you agree too,” you said. He nodded and turned around, dropping his head on your shoulder, placing his hands on your stomach. “They’re nice and safe.”

“Sorry guys. Kinda went a little nuts for a second. Dad’s gonna be just as bad with you two just telling you now,” he said.

“I’m pretty sure someone got a picture,” you said. “Of you arguing.”

“I don’t care. I’ll try to keep it under control but I think until they’re born-“

“Jay. You’ve always been this way. Just walk away next time,” you said, feeling a kick, his scent changing as he felt it too. “I bet that’s him.”

“No, that’s little missy in there,” he said. 

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, I’m better,” he said quietly. “Until next time.”

“Well let’s hope it’s a while until next time,” you said. You gave him a kiss, Jensen humming. “Love you Alpha.”

“Love you back Omega.”

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[zepskies]

DEAN WINCHESTER ONE-SHOTS

Stories are Dean Winchester x Reader unless otherwise noted.

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

Restless Nights After a tryst you instigated in the backseat of his Baby, you and Dean have started something new. He’s just not sure that you’re as “all in” as you claimed to be.

(Sequel to Maybe More Than Enough)

Maybe More Than Enough You’ve been a friend and ally to the Winchester brothers for years, but you and Dean break new ground while on a stakeout to catch a witch.

Touch Me** - (Dean x Plus-size!Reader) Dean isn’t used to how “touchy” you can be, but he never said he didn’t like it.

Rest Dean is your rock, but you’ve become his place of rest.

Something Real** - (Firefighter!Dean W. x Reader) Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

(Part of the Smoke Eater-verse)

Down to the Crust You’ve set out on a very specific mission for Dean. The problem is, you now have ulterior motives for your (formerly) pure love of baking.

As You Wish When Dean agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

Sharing Is Caring (II) Navigating a new relationship means learning how to share a bed with Dean.

(3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel.)

Patched Up (I) How Dean thanks you for treating his wounds.

(3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel.)

Make It Right** - (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die.

Midnight Espresso-Verse** - (Dean x Plus-Size!Reader) A Masterlist of stories in which Dean dates a curvy Latina.

Summary: You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson. 

Get Stuffed Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.

(Part of the Midnight Espresso-Verse)

The Old-Fashioned Way - (Dean x Soulmate!Reader) You and Dean are having trouble trying to start a family. What happens when you turn to a spell for a possible solution?

(Part of the Never Say Goodbye-Verse)

Talk Bacon to Me A rare lazy morning where you feel like pestering Dean a little. He objects to being pestered, but ultimately, you both just want to spend some time together.

Easy Like Sunday Morning In which Sam is thoroughly done with motels, and you and Dean continue to make his life miserable.

Home Cooking Now that you and Dean have a daughter, living at the bunker with Sam means you get to be more domestic, to varying degrees of success. Dean learns to enjoy your attempts at cooking. 

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His Scarred Omega Part 4

Part 3 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~1900

Summary: Bucky celebrates his first Halloween with his daughter and Omega.

Warnings: insecure Omega, flirty Bucky, flirty Jake, sappy-happy Bucky

A/N: I wrote this story really fast as I mentioned above. It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

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With Halloween growing ever closer, Bucky invites Omega and Gracie to a friend’s place for a family-friendly party. Jake’s assured Bucky his niece would be there, someone Gracie’s own age as well as some others to keep them from being too bored. Steve also promises there will be plenty of homes they can trick-or-treat from, giving Gracie something else to look forward to.

Bucky can’t help taking several pictures of Gracie in her costume. (Omega managed to divert her away from the Harley Quinn costume and into something a bit more kid appropriate.)

He also snaps a couple of Omega when she isn’t looking to save on his phone.

Gracie’s now going as cute little witch. Her blue eyes are sparkling with a bit of help from her mischievous nature, so like his own, and some eyeshadow that Omega helps her put on. The costume’s light-up abilities really sold themselves when Omega presented it to Gracie as did Bucky’s endorsement of the costume.

“You look beautiful, sweet girl,” he assures her when she does a final spin for him.

“What about Auntie? She looks nice, too, doesn’t she?”

Bucky glances at Omega and nods. His lips quirk into a small grin as he takes in the Greek goddess dress she’s put on. She’s added a few golden adornments she’s made to complete her look along with some golden accent makeup that makes her face glow.

“No, I think nice isn’t the right word, sweet girl. I think the word we need for this moment is beautiful or maybe breathtaking. What do you think?”

Omega’s cheeks are heating at his praise though she’s shaking her head at him even as a smile makes her that much more stunning in his eyes.

Gracie eventually breaks through the spell casting around them as she agrees with Bucky.

Omega is doing her best not to let Bucky’s flirting get to her. There’s no way in the world he can ever be interested in her, not after everything with Dot. Besides, she knows he’s just being nice to keep himself in her good graces where Gracie is concerned.

She can tell he’s gearing up to ask for a weekend with Gracie that includes an overnight at his place. As much as Omega isn’t sure she’s ready for that, she also knows that Bucky and Gracie are growing closer to one another. It’s only natural he wants more time with his daughter, especially with so much time he’s already lost with her.

To get them back on safer ground, Omega steers the conversation back on track by saying, “I think Bucky looks quite the pirate, don’t you, Gracie? Looks like he could take over a ship in the harbor and sail away any moment.”

Bucky grins at that. “I’d never sail anywhere without my best girls at my side. Gonna need someone to make sure I don’t get seasick, you know.”

“Somehow, I doubt you get seasick. Those legs of yours look sturdy enough to handle even the roughest seas.”

It hits Omega a second later what she’s said, her cheeks heating further with the tips of her ears and neck joining in, too.

Bucky, thankfully, doesn’t comment further on her obvious embarrassment, but then, the weird connection they share between them tells her he’s quite flattered at her appreciation of his legs. Neither of them still have a clue why this connection exists between them, but they have slowly come to accept it over the last couple of weeks.

Soon enough, they’re heading towards Jake’s home with Steve and Angel.

Gracie doesn’t stop asking questions about his friends and Jake’s niece. Her hope of gaining a new friend is quite palpable as she’s been struggling in school to accomplish the same. Then again, it’s harder to make friends when you’re dumped in a new school after the start of the year.

Bucky’s certain she’ll find her footing soon enough as she’s only been in the school a couple of weeks.

He’s been checking in with her teacher about how she’s doing, something he’s been able to do since Omega added him to Gracie’s file. Sure, he’s only added as an emergency contact, but he’s hoping that will change to full guardianship soon enough alongside Omega’s name.

According to her teacher, she’s settling in well enough though she’s still a bit on the quieter side. She’s quite helpful though she does tend to stick to herself rather than branch out, but her teacher is seeing some signs that Gracie is adjusting and reaching out to her classmates, giving Bucky the assurance she’ll be fine.

When Jake’s home comes into view, Bucky can’t help the small smile curling the corners of his lips as he glances at both Gracie and Omega. He can’t wait to show off his daughter to his friends and her sweet Omega aunt.

Angel meets him at the door and immediately smiles at Omega and Gracie.

“Oh, there’s our guests of honor. It’s so nice to see you both again. Come in. Come in. Jake is so eager to meet you both. Plus, his niece just got here and is already bored with us grownups. Would you like to meet her, Gracie?”

Gracie grins at Angel and takes her hand without hesitation.

Bucky motions Omega in after him and manages to lean in to say softly, “You really are breathtaking, Precious.”

Omega doesn’t get the chance to say anything as Steve and Jake converge on them.

Jake earns a deep growl from Bucky when he dares to awkwardly flirt with Omega after their introductions. Rather than be scared though, Jake just shoots Bucky a cheeky grin while holding his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“Only fair since you flirted with mine when you first met her.”

Omega arches a brow at Bucky then. “So, you have flirted with Angel then?”

“Only to mess with this dork. Angel will never have eyes for another alpha but him.”

Before Omega can get away, he wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her close enough so he can whisper, “Besides, there’s only one omega that has my undivided attention these days.”

“You don’t have to say things you don’t mean, Bucky. Gracie’s already half in love with you as her dad. You don’t have to keep flattering me to win her over.”

The guarded look in Omega’s eyes has Bucky pulling her closer. His free hand cups her cheek, his thumb running over her cheekbone.

“What if I’m trying to win you over, too? What do I need to say or do for you to realize I think you’re the most wonderful, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, Precious?”  

Omega doesn’t know what to say to that. As much as she wants to believe Bucky, she also can’t help wondering if he’s done this with Dot or any number of other omegas in the years they’ve lost touch.

Besides that, she knows she’s not like other omegas. She’s definitely no Dot. She’s never pretended to be. Maybe that’s why it’d been so easy for her future alpha to claim Dot while she’d been working hard for their future and Gracie’s. Doesn’t mean the betrayal doesn’t hurt any less though.

Can she trust another alpha to not hurt her again? Can she trust Bucky?

She’s still waiting for him to decide he’s done enough to claim Gracie through the courts and sever any connections she has with Gracie. It’s something she’s seen happen before, and she can’t handle the thought of losing the last member of her family.

It takes her a moment longer than it should’ve to feel and recognize the deep rumble pouring out of Bucky and into her. His hold on her tightens as he does his best to soothe the dark thoughts swirling within her.

This darn connection between them is proving quite maddening. It’s giving her hope where she shouldn’t have any. Bucky, for all intents and purposes, will forever belong to Dot because of Gracie. It’s a futile hope for Omega to think that she can ever compete with Dot’s memory or believe she can wriggle into his heart where she wouldn’t mind being.

It’s all his fault, too.

The constant flowers every weekend he spends with her and Gracie. Doing his best to spoil her as much as he does Gracie on their outings. He’s never failed to buy her something wherever they go, especially something she eyes while they’re there. He never fails to defer to her judgment where Gracie is concerned, too, wanting to make sure he never oversteps.

And hundreds of other tiny things he’s done for her and Gracie since they bumped into him that day.

In just these few short weeks, he’s managed to turn her crush into something so much deeper, and she’s not sure she can or wants to be mad about it.

“Will you and Gracie come back to my place tonight? I have something I want to show you.”

“All our stuff is back home,” she whispers, the only excuse she can latch onto to deny him.

He simply smiles against her skin. She can feel it as he presses the softest kiss to her hair that she’s ever experienced in her life. It’s enough to weaken her resolve and her knees.

“I’ve been preparing for this, Precious. You and Gracie will have everything you need for a single night away.”

“I’ll consider it,” she says before Steve comes to check on them at Angel’s behest.

The rest of the evening, Omega manages to keep Bucky at arm’s length for her sanity. She spends as much time as she can helping Angel out between serving up food and keeping the few kiddos out of trouble.

Gracie and Jake’s niece end up hitting it off so well that both are already begging for sleepovers and other playdates together.

True to Steve’s word, the neighborhood ends up being one of the best trick-or-treating locations with almost all the houses offering candy to the kids traveling between the houses. Some even go so far as to offer up some small but creative haunted houses for the kids to shriek and laugh their way through.

It’s in one of these that Bucky finally gets the chance to have Omega at his side once again. His hand remains firmly interlaced with hers as they see all the spooky sights, tightening in the few instances where a jump scare lands successfully. Hearing Omega’s small yelps and her other hand wrapping around his arm puffs him up in ways he never thought to feel again. It’s definitely intoxicating and something he wants to experience over and over again.

When they finally return to Jake’s home, Gracie can barely keep her eyes open.

Bucky’s carrying her while Omega has her sack of candy.

“You have fun, sweet girl?”

Gracie nods against his neck, a huge yawn escaping. “Do we have to go home?”

“Yeah, we do, but I promise you’ll see your new friend again soon. Auntie and I’ll make sure of it.”

“I love you, Daddy,” she says as sleep claims her.

Bucky’s knees nearly buckle as tears of pure joy blur his vision. He brings his hand up to rub at her back as he whispers back, “I love you, too, my sweet girl. Always and forever.”

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

[imaginedreamwrite]

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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Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

Word count :

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Summary: Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

Curtis hadn’t spoken since the night prior. There seemed to be many times that he’d try to talk, only to swallow the words back down as he stared out towards the sterile hospital hallway. Brow furrowed and teeth tight, he just stared.

Jake tried in vain to coax something out of his brother. The confession from the previous night left the young man shaken and confused. He would never have imagined his brother capable of something so horrible, and he still fought to think that maybe Curtis didn’t remember everything correctly. Yet, the unnerving presence of the strange omega left him fearful that Curtis was telling the truth.

Eventually, their stay in the hospital would have to end. The staff insisted on further observation, but Jake knew from the darkening circles under his brother’s eyes that being far from his Omega was making the older man slowly deteriorate. So, the two reluctantly refused to stay any longer and loaded back into the car, this time with Curtis in the front passenger seat beside his younger brother.

What awaited them at the cabin was stomach-churning, yet it mirrored the scene that Andy and Jake had found themselves in the day prior. Only much more somber.

Jakes pulled back onto the road but hadn’t been driving for very long before turning off towards a small pharmacy. The hospital agreed to send some meds over when Curtis had been hastily trying to leave without further treatment. The nurse told Jake where to collect the suppressants and pain pills, pointing out a little mom-and-pop shop up the road.

Curtis eyed his brother upon their immediate stop, but Jake assured him that “I just gotta grab a few things; we’ll be back on the road soon.”

The older man didn’t answer with words, only a brief nod before turning his head towards the window to look out at the road. Curtis’s mind was elsewhere like it was before, and Jake feared that he was losing him again.

The exchange was quick. The little old beta at the counter sensed something was off the moment he stepped into the store and got him the needed prescriptions as soon as he gave her the patient's name and date of birth.

“Rough week?” She asked as he rang up the order. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jake answered back with a twang of pain in his voice.

Jake grabbed the bag and left quickly before dropping back into the passenger seat and digging the medicine out of the bag for his brother, along with some water he bought alongside it.

“Can you please take the medicine? Curtis?” Jake asked shakily. It almost felt like his brother couldn’t hear anymore, like his voice just couldn’t reach whatever void the older man’s mind was locked into.

Curtis didn’t even look towards his brother as he grabbed the vile of pills from his open hand and the water from the other. The meds were downed quickly and silently before he handed them back. He met his younger brother’s gaze only briefly, but even in a split second, Jake had to search his brother's eyes. Yet all he found was a deep edge of despair.

Curtis' gaze shifts away again. He chooses instead to stare out at the road as Jake pulls back onto it and leads them towards the cabin. It would be a while until they reached the once beloved vacation destination, but something in the bottom of Jake's stomach told him something would be off once they arrived, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

You were still in Andy’s arms when the roar of an engine alerted him to their arrival. The crunch of the tires over icy gravel signaled the crumbling of this little bubble of heat he had shared with you.

Jake stepped out of the car first as Curtis stared out at the front door. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as a chill overtook his body, making his joints ache as he fought off the urge to burst out of the car and towards the cabin.

Jake smelled it as soon as he got to the door, his hand barely grazing the brass handle. It made his stomach twist, and the sting of bile rose up his throat. He turned back to the car, his breath a heavy cloud in the cold air as he shouted to the older man.

“Stay there!”

Curtis stopped, leaving the door of the car half open with one boot on the icy ground.

A smell lingered in the air from the closed door. God only knows how potent it would be inside the house. It was a familiar sensation with the omega scent lurking heavily, but this time it was coupled with a different alpha musk.

Jake watched as his brother started to sniff at the air as panic filled his eyes. His fingers dug into the side of the car door as he had to hold himself up while his eyes circled around the surrounding woods.

A heavier cloud of the mixed scents billowed out as the door cracked open. Andy’s face broke through the dark interior as his body slipped past the small opening he’d made. His skin was an odd shade of gray-pink, his short blonde hair was messy, and his beard was still tinted red from the blood that had dried into it. Finally around his hand was a dirty bandage from the now-unseen cut he’d caused after smashing that glass in his fist—a moment of both great strength and extreme weakness.

Curtis felt dizzy from just the sight of the older man and the thick smell of his omega tainted with that of his own brother.

“What the fuck did you do?” Curtis’ voice was broken and heavy with the sorrowful realization of what had happened, but something in him didn’t want to believe it.

Curtis’s feet were heavy as he lifted them along the icy gravel road, closer to Andy.

“What..did you do..?”

“Curtis, don’t.” Jake tried to grab onto his brother’s coat as he slowly approached Andy.

Jake walked behind Curtis, knowing he’d have to lunge at the already injured man if he were to become feral again. His last utterance to this sad exchange would be “Oh my God,” mostly spoken to himself as he processed the unfathomable.

The closer Curtis gets, the louder he speaks next. “What did..you..do..?”

The tears brimmed up in Andy’s already red eyes as Curtis drew slowly closer and screamed, “What have you done?!”

Andy’s voice was like dragged gravel as he finally answered “something terrible,” and Curtis winced.

There was no fight left in either of the men; they were simply too drained. Curtis suffered from a combination of his concussion and being pulled away from you as the bond between you and him was twisted. For Andy, it was from giving you so much of himself for the last day and a half.

Curtis only grips the sleeves of his brother's shirt as he breaks, finally shattering as the weight of what has become of this whole ordeal finally crushes him. His grip loosens and he falls to his knees, and Andy follows, trying to comfort the man he’d hurt as silent tears trail over his cheeks to get lost in his filthy beard.

Andy is and has always been a level-headed man, and now, as the hormones finally leached out of his body through his bare feet and pressed to the icy ground, he held his brother tightly.

Yet, even with all the suppressants in Curtis’s system, something inside of him surges. In the next second, his thick hands are circling around his brother’s throat.

“Curtis!!�� Jake leapt at the two of them in the hopes of prying one man’s hands off the other man’s neck. He dug his nails into his brother’s wrists as he tried to pull them apart until finally one of the hands budged apart, and Jake was able to hand the other one off before pushing Curtis back.

Andy hadn’t lifted a finger to fight back; he only resigned himself to his well-deserved punishment before the younger man was able to free him.

Curtis was pushed back up onto his feet, and Andy sat there on his knees as they were still pressed into the snow.

Jake held him by his wide shoulders, trying to talk a little sense into his brother. “Don’t do something you’ll regret."

Curtis had to fight to catch his breath as he gritted his teeth. He looked out to Andy with a dimming bloom of rage before looking back at Jake and proclaiming, “I-I need some air,” before shaking his brother’s hands off of his shoulders and backing away.

Jake dropped down to pick Andy up off the ground before the ice could cut into his skin. “C’mon, get up.” He kept an eye out for Curtis as he watched him lumber out towards his truck.

Andy struggled to his feet as his youngest brother pulled him towards the cabin, dragging him through the open door before depositing him onto a chair in the kitchen to assess the terrible state Andy was left in.

“Wha-what the fuck happened?" Jake’s voice was almost shaking as he fought to keep his composure. “You look at absolute shit."

Andy gave a weak and coarse “I know."

“What were you thinking?" Jake racked his fingers through the dulled spikes in his frosted hair, hoping to shake off a building headache. It didn't take much to realize what had happened, especially while the combined scents were clouding the entire space around them.

Andy opened his mouth as if to speak, only to take a deep breath and ends it with a heavy sigh.

"You're still bonded, for fucks sake. This shouldn’t have affected you.” Jake truly couldn’t understand how his brother’s stonelike nerves broke so easily.

“There’s no bond left between Laurie and I.” The words from Andy’s cracked lips nearly punched the air out of Jake as they hit his ears.

Jake looked at Andy with a sick twist in his stomach before asking, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been wearing a new mark for almost half a year now.” Andy spoke with an unnerving little emotion as he opened a dark chapter of his life to his little brother.

“Oh fuck, I-I didn’t know."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you."

Jake huffed out with an air of frustration, “Good to see you can always call on your family for help.”

“It’s not like that. The divorce was already messy, and it was embarrassing enough.” “There just wasn’t a good time to talk about it. It definitely doesn’t feel like a good time to talk about it right now.

“Fair enough, I don’t even know how it came to this.”

“She must have broken into the cabin when her heat started to hit her. That’s how Curtis must have found her.”

“What, why?” Jake's eyes widened as they fixed back into Andy’s expressionless face.

“Her shit was in garbage bags; she was probably homeless.” Andy spoke so dryly that it almost gave his brother a stomach ache as he listened.

Jake winced at the thought that she must have stumbled upon the cabin, trying to get out of the snow, only to find herself caught in the teeth of not one but two alphas.

Andy got up from his chair before tossing open a nearby cupboard and rifling through the old bottles of medicine that sat inside.

“What are you doing?” Jake said as he looked up at his brother.

“Looking for some sleeping pills.” Andy spoke dryly as he continued rummaging around.

"What? Don’t take anything out of there. It all has to be expired by now.”

“I don’t care, Jake. I have to turn this off.”

“She’s buzzing around in the back of my head, and I can’t get it out.” Andy’s voice was low and broken as he pressed his wounded palm to his forehead to quell some of the building pain in his brain.

“This is insane.” Jake spoke more to the air than to his brother, but Andy answered anyway. “You don’t know what it’s like, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t understand…I’m an Alpha too, and I haven’t lost my fucking mind.” Jake's blood began to simmer under his skin, making it feel like a slight itch along his neck and arms.

“It’s more than that!” Andy raised his voice at the younger Alpha. “I can feel her pain. Every throb and pulse in her body echoes in my head. I’m sure it did the same to Curtis, and it’s killing him right now.”

“I don’t know how to help you two anymore.” Jake couldn’t help the crack in his voice as he spoke while staring into the scratched grain of the table. “Not you, not Curtis. I can’t help anyone anymore.”

Andy finds the plastic bottle he had been looking for and rattles it by his ear. He dumped the contents into his hand to find there were only two pills left.

“You can still help Curtis.” Andy said as he rolled the pills between his fingers.

Jake looked up from the table before asking, “How?”

“You can put him to sleep. That way, she’ll only haunt his dreams.” Andy said as he eyed the two pills.

Jake twisted his head away from the sight of it. “I am not giving him old pills. It could make him sick. HELL, it could make you sick.”

“Then I will.” And with that, Andy walked out of the kitchen, leaving his younger brother behind to hang on to his last words. Andy made it past the front door and padded towards Curtis’ truck in his still-bare feet.

Curtis was already watching him from the window, and before Andy could make it all the way there, he pushed out of the truck and closed the gap between them himself.

He held the pill out wordlessly, leaving his brother to just stare at it.

“I already took suppressants.” Curtis regarded him as he stared down at the chalky wire pills.

“It’s not a suppressant.” Andy answered back.

“Then what is it?” Curtis spoke lowly, already exhausted but unable to find enough peace for sleep.

“It will make sleep easier.” Andy looked at his brother with actual sincerity. Something in these men had broken beyond repair, but together they were still connected, and they still cared for one another.

Curtis took the pill between his thumb and pointer finger, only to just look at the chunky tablet. He looked back at his brother, then the cabin, letting his vision cloud over with fresh tears. It made the bile well up in Andy’s throat before Curtis finally put the pill between his teeth.

He grabbed at an old bottle of water in the cup holder, still half full with now-stale water. He unscrewed the cap and took a chug from the bottle, sending the pill to the bottom of his stomach.

Curtis sat back in the truck, averting his eyes from Andy, as an air of silence widened the gap between them before Andy finally turned away from his brother and walked back to the house.

He glanced at Jake’s back as the younger man buried his face in his hands before walking past the kitchen towards one of the bedrooms. The master bedroom was to his right, and just further ahead was the old kid's room. You were still on the floor of the master bedroom, tucked up in a nest of blankets, and a souring look was spreading along your sleeping face.

Andy broke through the threshold before kneeling down next to you slowly. He arched his back and ducked his head towards you until his warm lips pressed against your forehead and your muscles seemed to relax.

It was the last he could do for you before standing back up and leaving you there on the floor. He did look back for a second and turn away from you again.

His pill was still tightly held in his fist until he brought it between two of his fingers. He opened his mouth, placed the chalky tablet on his tongue, and swallowed it back dry.

The rest of the night was quiet. Curtis resigned to sleeping in his truck; Andy took the old kids room, and you were still hidden in the master bedroom. Jake was left alone and awake as his brothers fought off odd dreams.

Jake was left slumped forward in the dining chair, his face having dropped into his hands as he tried to hold in his blooming sorrow. He fought it off hard, harder than he ever thought he’d have to. But, he couldn’t fight it anymore, and he finally broke.

Just like the small reprieve he allowed himself some months ago after he watched them close his father’s casket, he cried into his cupped hands and whimpered silently. He hadn’t bothered to take his glasses off, instead pushing them up his face with his fingers so as not to get them too dirty.

He didn’t know that this would have any affect on you, but as his scent twisted with grief, it didn’t fail to reach your room and make your body shutter awake. Something in your chest aches as your limbs twitch with a renewed liveliness. You're groggy but oddly more cognitive. You're floating on a thick cloud of heat as the still world around you moves in slow motion.

You feel over your neck, but don’t panic at the feeling of the two bites. Your mind still hasn’t returned. Your body can only be piloted by your inner omega, and she revels at the sting of each bite as you press your fingers into your skin.

The second bite didn’t leave and started to scab over a little like the first one did. Each one of them aches as you feel them over with the tips of your fingers. But, something was off, something in the air souring the semi-familiar scent you’d grown accustomed to.

You hear it too, his sorrow, his pain. It rings in your ears from the small noises of defeat that leave his lips. He just couldn’t stop himself from finally letting it all out.

You lean up from the nest of blankets and pillows you had wrapped yourself in on the floor of the master bedroom. You let the sheets fall from your bare body before grabbing a single blanket to drag with you. Better to seal in the warmth of your heat as it simmers lowly under your cold skin.

You follow the familiar path from the bedroom out into the den, and you turn your head towards the open kitchen and scent the air.

Yours gets more intense from the sight of your alpha in pain, making him shake as it permeates his mind without him realizing it. He would have assumed it was from the tears that flooded from his eyes as your impending presence stole the breath from his very lungs.

Yes, you. Lingering not far behind, your own heart cracked from the billowing scent of pain and anguish that clouded around what you perceived again as your alpha.

Your alpha was in pain. Emotional turmoil souring his otherwise sweet smell. It did seem sweeter than normal, but a heavy heart weighed it down.

You knew he needed your scent and your body to settle his mind. You were a good omega.

He hadn’t heard your footsteps, but as your hands found his shoulders, dragging your nails along his half-buttoned flannel. His body goes stiff as a small gasp escapes his throat. The rush of lavender and orange drops off your skin to cloud the air around him.

Your omega scent floods his nose and melts the hurt that had been burning the back of his throat. Your fingers slide along his neck to slip under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you for the first time.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He just sat stalk, still fighting for air as the heat of your hands burned through his skin.

The blanket slips away from your body as you circle his chair before bending towards him, pressing your lips against his tear-stained cheeks, and kissing them clean.

You slipped your lips further along his face before you moved them over his. It left him mezmorized, drowning in warm lavender and citrus.

His mind begins to melt from the hot assault of your tongue slipping over his, drowning him in your thick pheromones. It sets his body on fire, as if he’ll burn right through his clothes. It awakened something inside of him, something that rumbled beneath the surface of his skin and had once been completely dormant.

He didn’t notice your nimble fingers burrowing their way into his clothes and skillfully peeling them off of his chest and arms, just one button at a time. A whisper of the word “Alpha” left your tongue once you pulled it away from his lips.

The moment Jake heard it, his body went rigid once again. His muscles clenched and tightened as his mind became a buzz of emotion. But, you were there to help his Alpha meld with your Omega.

You wanted his tears to dry from the mere touch of your body and his worries to become distant memories.

You slip around his chair as the sweat builds along his neck and his pupils overtake his pale blue eyes.

He doesn’t stop you from seating yourself on his lap with your legs on either side of his, letting you press your warm skin along his face and neck, spreading your thick scent all over him. He doesn’t fight it when you drag your nail through the zipper of his jeans to dip your hand into his boxers and unsheathe his cock.

No, not until you're angling yourself above him, letting the head of his swollen cock catch along your folds until it breaches your slick warm opening. Only then did he finally stir, shaking the spell you’d put him under for just a second, and making him struggle beneath you.

“…’mega..s-stop.” His voice was weak as he tried to fight both you and an inner strength threatening to burst out of him the further your cunt sheathed his cock.

“Let me..help you…Alpha.” You breathed the words into his skin before dragging your teeth along his neck. It was the new trigger he needed to make him buck his hips up in unison with yours.

His hands finally dared to touch your skin, pressing his fingers painfully into the soft, round globes of your ass before dragging his nails along your thighs.

The slide of his cock along your tightening inner walls made him into a melted putty in your embrace. You took his pain and ate at it, using it as fuel for the fire in your belly to burn the both of you.

You nuzzled into his neck and shoulder as your hips raised and dropped with the pulls of his hands, leaving a slap of skin to run through the air. His thrusts met yours, building and building to surpass your own movements.

It’s like his body is moving upon the will of a much more wild spirit, propelling him to spear up into your core to tear through your body. Your body bends in his tight hold as you snake your fingers along the back of his head to press his face against your hot skin.

He didn’t have to be himself; he didn’t have to carry any burdens; he only had to be the Alpha right now. You, as his omega, would twist around him as your core fluttered and the tip of his cock stirred deeply within you.

Your mingled scents and sounds filled the small cabin, only to be shut out by the other two sleeping Alphas, who had been dragged down into their shared nightmare. All as you dragged the younger Alpha into your heat.

The solid mass of his building knot catches and tugs at the opening of your core as you slam your body down onto it until it’s forced deep inside with an almost literal pop. It was the first time for him all over again, and he was drowning. His arms were tight around you as his seed was pumped into your stretched core, and his nose left your hair as his teeth finally came down against your neck. His full teeth tore through your skin in a single second before licking his jaw over the wound as blood started to trickle down between you two.

His knot throbbed almost painfully as your omega cunt squeezed and throbbed around his cock. He’s panting, struggling to breathe through his teeth as the taste of thick iron floods over his tongue.

Tonight, you will be bitten for the last time, and as he pulls away, his vision is blurred with the sweet sight of your body. His glasses were pressed up over his eyes towards his forehead, leaving the sight of the blood dripping from your neck and down your chest as just a mess of red.

It was chaos in a cup on the verge of overflowing, but his cares seemed to fade as his senses shut down. He was fully drained by you, but you left him with a renewed sense of bliss that finally let him find a restful sleep once you’d helped him out of the chair to lay out on the cool floor.

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Resigned 7

Summary: Jensen receives a call that his Omega has been arrested. Arriving at the police station, things don't go as expected.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Jared, Beta!Clif, Officer Williams, OE Birch, Others

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are treated as second-class citizens/treated badly, Violence, Derogatory Language and Remarks, Asshole Alphas, Whipping/Punishment

WC: 3.648

A/N: This part got a little longer, but there was a lot to fit in here. Continuing with the difficult themes, please heed the warnings. I am planning to post a new chapter each Sunday (as possible). Feedback is appreciated! :)

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Part 6

Y/N had never been in a police station, either visiting or jailed. She didn’t know what to expect, but it met her dismal expectations. She and Angeline - the other Omega who was arrested along with her - were led through many doors and into an empty holding room that had concrete benches built into the wall, a steel sink and toilet combination in the corner, and nothing else.

Angeline was retrieved first, led away by a police officer and the Omega Enforcement representative. The door was shut and locked behind her, leaving Y/N alone in the cold and barren room. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it seemed like hours she had been left to sit with nothing but her thoughts. Her mind spiraled as she thought about her Alpha.

She missed Jensen even more now that she was arrested, but she was terrified that he would be angry with her. She shouldn’t have gotten involved in the situation, but she couldn’t stand by and do nothing as another person was abused right before her eyes. Maybe others could walk on and think nothing of it, but she couldn’t.

She supposed that her current situation was why no one had intervened on her behalf. It didn’t help that her Alpha was a well-known individual. She dropped her head into her hands, wondering if he would allow her to be punished this time. He’d saved her once, but twice? Hell, maybe he’d insist upon it.

“Omega.”

Y/N turned to see an Alpha officer unlocking the cell door, and she rose to her feet, cautious over the Alpha and perturbed by his use of his commanding tone. Exiting the cell, she bowed her head and waited for him to direct her where to go. She didn’t want to cause any more problems, and after the earlier altercation, she wasn’t looking to get into it with another Alpha.

“Not feeling so tough anymore, Little Omega?” the officer sneered.

She did her best to ignore it but couldn’t help the scents of distress and disgust her biology sent off in waves. Jensen didn’t want her on any suppressants or medications, and she agreed, though it was making things more difficult in the present.

The officer walked her to a large counter where several officers were bustling. He directed her to stand in one spot as he approached the desk to begin her booking. The OE representative that drove her there came around the counter, holding a small device in his hand. Brushing her hair back from her neck, he held the device to her collar until it beeped, then pulled it back to examine it.

“Mrs. Ackles,” the OE spoke. “I am Simon Birch, Omega Enforcement Representative for this jurisdiction. As your Alpha is not present, nor were they present during your arrest, I will serve as your ‘Alpha’ until he can take possession.”

Take possession. Like a damn piece of property, a thing to be owned.

“Ackles?” the escorting officer parroted. “No way! You’re the one he claimed in that hotel?”

“Officer Williams, please,” Birch interrupted, reviewing the information on his device. “It says here you were previously charged with False Representation. Posing as a Beta?” Y/N swallowed hard but didn’t respond, her eyes darting over the officers, pretending not to be paying attention to her situation. "As I mentioned on the ride over here, you are being charged with interfering in the affairs of an Alpha and his omega, assaulting an Alpha, property damage, and inciting a riot. Alright,” he turned towards the desk, and the officers returned to work. “Let’s book her and start her on Level 1 protocols while we contact her Alpha.”

Officer Williams grabbed Y/N by the upper arm, tugging her into a small cell. After removing her cuffs, he closed the door behind her. This room was barely big enough for a small concrete bed and the same sink and toilet contraption from before, except there was what looked like a TV screen embedded into the wall behind what she assumed would be plexiglass or something like it to prevent the TV from being broken. She didn’t understand why a TV would be in her cell until it flickered on.

Omega Rehabilitation—it reads across the screen in bold type: Part 1: Understanding Omega Laws and Responsibilities.

Y/N rolled her eyes, wondering how many parts there were. Not knowing how long she would be there or what would happen to her, she settled in to watch the video, hoping it would at least help her pass the time.

-

Jensen sighed in relief as he entered his trailer, shutting the door behind him and blocking out the world. While he was used to the long hours and intense schedule, he was a newly mated Alpha and missed his Omega with every fiber of his being. He hated that he hadn't seen her properly in days. At least he had the next day off before jumping into another several-days-long filming schedule.

More than eager to get home, Jensen rushed through changing. Hand on the trailer door, he paused as his phone rang. With a smile, he retrieved the phone from his pocket, hoping it was Y/N. Instead, he saw an unfamiliar number on the caller ID. His smile fell from his face, morphing into a frown as a sinking feeling settled in his gut like a lead weight.

"Jensen," he answered curtly.

"Mr. Jensen Ackles?" A man's voice spoke. "This is Simon Birch with the Omega Enforcement office. You are the registered Alpha for one Y/N Ackles?"

"Yes," he responded, holding back the growl growing in the back of his throat over having to talk to the OE. He despised the organization and everything they stood for, and they had been an absolute nuisance in his and Y/N’s lives. His blood pumped harder each second as he fretted over his Omega’s wellbeing. "Has something happened?"

"I'm afraid your Omega was arrested after attacking an Alpha. There are several additional charges related to the incident. You'll need to come to the station to sign some paperwork and discuss options."

Options?

Why was Y/N arrested? What the Hell had happened?

Attacking a random Alpha didn’t seem like something she would do; there must be more to the story. Jensen rushed out of the trailer and through the lot, intent on getting to the SUV where Clif was waiting to take him and Jared home.

"I'm on my way," he seethed through clenched teeth. After getting the address details and ending the call, he climbed into the back of the idling SUV.

Jared was already waiting, laughing at something he and Clif had been discussing before Jensen’s arrival. His nostrils flared as Jensen's angered and worried scent grew potent in the confines of the vehicle.

"What happened?" Jared growled, instantly defending his friend, whom he considered an extended pack.

"The OE," Jensen huffed, Jared growling again in response. "Y/N was arrested. Something about attacking an Alpha.”

He looked pleadingly at Jared, feeling himself lose control. His anger and fear brought his feral edge back to the surface. With his Omega threatened, Jensen was liable to go primal, which wouldn't help anyone. Jensen gave the address he was provided, and Clif drove them directly to the station, knowing neither he nor Jared would want Jensen to go there alone.

Jensen growled with every huffed breath, his scent potent and sour, his eyes tinged with bright gold from reaching the edge of fertility. Jared was angry, too, knowing he wouldn't react much better than Jensen if his Omega had been taken into custody. Neither of them agreed with OE laws. While he doubted that Y/N would have caused a scene, his mind ran through a million scenarios of what they could be walking into.

Jared and Jensen stood side-by-side when they entered the facility, and Clif entered behind them in case of any problems. The two large Alphas and their Beta bodyguard drew the attention of all officers in their vicinity, their potent scents wafting angrily through the building.

"Can I help you, gentleman?" An officer behind the front desk asked before breaking into a big grin. "Hey, you're those boys from Supernatural, ain'tcha?"

"Yes, we are,” Jared stepped forward and took charge to keep things calm. He knew Jensen was too far gone to be rational and well-spoken, and his scent was already drawing more unwanted attention. “I’m Jared Padalecki, and this is Jensen Ackles. We’re here about his Omega, Y/N Ackles."

The officer typed on the computer, looking up the details before his expression fell from glee to disapproval. Jared could hear other officers commenting toward Jensen and Clif, but he was focused on the officer behind the desk, hoping they could get through this peacefully. Jensen's increasing scent indicated an oncoming, stress-induced rut and Jared didn't want to be anywhere near him - or him near anyone else - when it fully hit.

"Um," the officer plastered a false smile on his face. "Just let me go fetch the OE."

Jared huffed and rolled his eyes, hating that he had to deal with the OE, that they were involved, or even that they existed. He was still determining if he could smooth this over since he had no legal connection to Y/N. He sent up a silent prayer as the douche in a suit approached that Jensen could hold it together.

"Mr. Ackles?" the OE asked Jared, who shook his head. Jensen immediately chimed up with a grunt and a step towards the suit. "Ah, yes," he flashed a professional smile. "I am Simon Birch, the OE assigned to this jurisdiction. I have several papers you'll need to sign, and we can review a list of rehabilitation facilities for which you can choose to have your Omega sent for her sentence."

"Sentence?" Jensen parrotted.

Birch chuckled. "I noted on your Omega file that you're new to Omega ownership. No, Omegas are not entitled to the same proceedings as Alphas and Betas."

Jensen’s body trembled with rage as he looked over the papers, his scent growing more sour and potent with each word Birch spoke.

"No," Jensen stated firmly. "I decline to have her placed in a facility. I'm taking her home."

Silence fell among the officers in the building before heated whispers were exchanged. Jensen continued to stare down Birch, who spluttered.

"Your Omega attacked an Alpha in broad daylight and started a riot! She deserves to be-"

"To be what?" Jensen growled.

Several officers stood alert as his scent grew, sensing a possible altercation. Jensen was ready to tear them apart with his teeth to get to Y/N if necessary, but what little rational mind he had left begged him to keep his cool. Going feral Alpha on a room full of police wouldn't do anybody any favors. Despite his state, Birch and this asshole Alpha cop who keeps eyeballing him and muttering snide remarks are about to push him past his limits; consequences be damned.

"Deserves to be whipped like the bitch she is for what she did," the asshole cop spoke, stepping up to Jensen with his thumbs tucked in his belt. "You're a sorry excuse for an Alpha. You and your Omega need training!"

"Officer Williams, please!" Birch chastised the officer, but it went unheard.

Jared watched in what felt like slow motion as Jensen's fist connected with Officer William's jaw, his hands leaving his belt and flying into the air as he lost his balance and was caught off guard. Jensen bared his teeth as he charged for another strike, but a second officer attempted to intervene. Jensen shoved him easily and turned back toward Williams, only to see Clif blocking the attack meant for him.

Jared was pushed to the side as several officers moved in to restrain Jensen and Clif, cuffing them both and taking them into custody. He was shocked at how quickly everything spiraled out of control. After they were out of sight, Birch turned to Jared angrily.

"You need to leave. I suggest you call a lawyer for your friends."

Jared heeded the warning, rushing out of the building and grateful to have avoided altercations. Once outside, he took a deep breath and pulled out his phone, calling the lawyer he and Jensen shared.

-

Birch completed the paperwork for the booking of both Jensen Ackles and his Omega. They were an example—in an ever-growing pool of examples—of the changing tides in the air. Many people were rising and protesting on behalf of Omega Rights and Equality all over the globe. But Birch was a man of tradition—rules and laws that everyone must follow, whether or not they agree—and he had a job to do.

"Williams," Birch asked the officer who had completed his paperwork beside him. "Who here on staff is certified in Omega Rehabilitation and Whipping Techniques?"

"I am," he offered, standing and offering himself as needed.

Birch didn't like Williams—the man was a hot-headed Alpha if he'd ever met one—but he might be just what they needed to rehabilitate the disobedient and sheltered Omega. The station had already received calls from their lawyer negotiating their release. He knew it was only a matter of hours before they'd be let out, likely with simple probation and training.

With Williams and two other officers in tow, Birch went to Y/N's cell. The door opened, and the two officers moved to cuff Y/N and attach the cuffs to a chain in the ceiling, forcing her onto her tiptoes with a cry of pain. The officers stood back as Williams moved behind her, and Birch stood before her, ensuring he had Y/N's attention.

"Omega, you are charged with interfering in the affairs of an Alpha and his Omega, assaulting an Alpha, causing property damage, and inciting a riot. You will receive one lash for each charge. Additionally, I've decided to add the previous charge of False Representation, as this is a grave charge that should not have gone unpunished. Officer Williams, please deliver five lashings to the Omega."

With the first lash, Y/N called for her Alpha, the second drawing a raw scream as her body jerked. Each lash from the modified horse-whip landed multiple blows from the numerous strips. By the fifth and final blow, Y/N was limp in her bindings, her back throbbing in pain, tears, and snot, and saliva dripping from her in copious amounts.

"Take her down and remove the cuffs. She can lay her and continue the videos until she is released."

The officers followed Birch's command, leaving Y/N on the bed and locking the door behind them as they left. Birch was undeterred by her sobs, satisfied in knowing he followed the law and ensured proper recourse was taken.

-

Jensen stepped out into the chilly night air, the sedative they had given him making him feel drunk. He knew he had been inside for several hours but wasn't sure exactly how long. The familiar face of his lawyer greeted him, and Jensen relaxed a little, knowing he was in good hands.

"Hey Carl," Jensen slurred tiredly as he walked towards the SUV he'd spotted with Clif and Jared waiting. He was grateful that Clif had been released already, though he was concerned that he didn't see Y/N.

"Jensen," Carl returned as he kept stride next to his client. "So listen, they should be bringing your Omega out shortly-"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"Her name is Y/N," Jensen said sternly. "She's more than just an Omega, Carl."

"Okay. Y/N. They will release her soon. In the meantime, we should discuss the situation. This is a second offense for her. That means she's on probation, and a third offense, no matter the charge, will mean automatic rehabilitation for her and a ton of fines for you." When Jensen merely grunted, Carl continued. "As of right now, you must complete Alpha Ownership and Rut Management courses or face jail time."

"This is bullshit," Jared grumbled, followed by an enormous yawn. Since he'd left the station, he'd been busy calling everyone from lawyers to family to the producers and showrunners. Now, well after midnight, he was running on fumes. Silence fell between the men as they waited for Y/N's release, each contemplating the more significant problem at large.

Thirty minutes later, Y/N was escorted out of the facility by Birch, who gripped her by the upper arm as he dragged her toward her Alpha. She could smell Jensen's potent Alpha scent from across the lot. It was like his rut but stronger and tinged with a sourness from his anger. The closer they came, the more she grew terrified of Jensen, reminding her of when they met. She expected he would be upset, but not to the degree he was displaying. 

Suddenly, jail seemed a better option.

Someone like Williams or Birch, she'd almost expect their cruelty. But not from her Alpha, not Jensen. Not after all the progress they made and how he worked to show her he wasn't like that. Maybe he wasn't, but perhaps his inner Alpha was. Her experience with his rut didn't leave her expecting the best circumstances. All the videos she watched said her Alpha was expected to punish her and how. She couldn't handle a lashing from Jensen; it would break her.

Stopping several feet from the group, Birch released Y/N, gently pushing her towards her Alpha as Carl stepped forward to collect documents. She winced as his hand made contact with her back. Keeping her head bowed, she hurried to Jensen's side, standing beside him and waiting.

"I've contacted the OE office in Austin. You're expected to report to your local OE Representative as part of your release and probation," Birch spoke clearly to Jensen and Y/N, ignoring the others before walking back into the station.

Jensen growled through bared teeth, stepping forward only to be stopped by Jared. Clig moved into action, guiding everyone into the vehicle and keeping himself between the group and the officer. Carl bid them farewell and promised to stay in touch before entering his car.

The ride was silent; Jensen pressed against the car door, focusing outside the window as the sedative wore off. Once they arrived at the condo, Jensen took Y/N by the hand and rushed through the foyer and up to their apartment. The door slammed shut behind them as she quivered, wondering what punishments her Alpha would deliver.

"What happened?" Jensen huffed as he faced her, the Alpha command in his tone undeniable.

"I'm sorry, Alpha," Y/N said, bowing her head. Afraid to look into his eyes, she swallowed hard and retold the events. "I wanted to go for a walk, just see the city, a-and I saw an Alpha. He was shouting at a woman and shaking her, and people were just walking by."

She finally looked up at him and met his gaze, "I was triggered. It reminded me of how we met, and I had to help her." She dropped her gaze and shook her head. "He slapped me, and I shoved him. He fell into a display. A bunch of people stopped then, and they were about to whip me in the street," she hiccupped a sob. "I should have let them."

"Why would you say that?" Jensen growled. He had to admit he would have intervened as well. He admired the fire within his Omega. But he was not thrilled at some random Alpha touching his Omega, let alone slapping her. Why in the Hell would she wish he had?

"Because I'm a lousy Omega," she cried. "Because, in the end, I was whipped anyway. If I had let it happen in the street, you would never have gotten in trouble because of me. And now you're angry with me and will punish me."

Jensen rushed forward and enveloped her in his embrace as she could no longer hold back her sobs. "I'm pissed at the situation, not at you," he insisted, noticing her flinch and her cries get harder as he held her close. It was then his mind fully registered what she had said. "Did you say you were whipped anyway?"

When she nodded, his heart shattered. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her into the bathroom, setting her on her feet and carefully undressing her. Turning her around, he examined her back, and several pink marks adorned her back. They looked painful but hadn't broken the skin. Jensen closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to control the raging Alpha that wanted to go back to that station and beat every last one of them for touching her. Instead, he composed himself and treated her wounds before slipping one of his t-shirts over her head and carrying her into bed.

Lying down, he curled himself around her and tucked her as close as he could, careful to avoid her injuries. She was home and safe in his arms, but he couldn't relax. He was terrified that something would happen every time she left the house. One more strike, even the slightest offense, and she would be taken from him and forcibly placed into a facility. 

These concerns she'd voiced to him in Texas, and he swore to her that Vancouver would be better. He didn't want to live like this; he didn't want her to live like this. As she drifted to sleep, he stayed awake, his rut still simmering but satiated by her presence beside him in their bed. He watched over her as he contemplated what he needed to do to eradicate Omega laws and take down Omega Enforcement. He was ready to fight with all he had until his last breath.

PART 8

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The Change

Summary: When a strange illness spreads across the world, the reader's father takes her away from society in an attempt to keep her safe. Ten years later the reader runs into some trouble when forced to be on her own one night but it's nothing an overly friendly sheriff can't help with...

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 6,000ish

Warnings: language, attempted assault, minor violence, medical emergency

A/N: This is my first time doing Alpha!Beau and did a little twist on ABO for it. Please enjoy!

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Ten Years Ago

“Y/N!” You poked your head into the living room, giving your dad a smile when he stood there, back to you.

“Dad, I already got enough graduation presents. I mean it was just college, I didn’t need-“

He stepped aside, revealing the breaking news story on the tv.

Mystery Illness Affecting New York City Residents

He looked over his shoulder, frowning at you. “You’re not moving to the city next weekend.”

You scoffed. “Dad. I start my first adult job ever in two weeks. In New York City. I have to go.”

“No. Whatever the hell this is, it's happening there and putting people in the hospital. If your new job has a problem with that then tell them to kiss my ass.”

“What is wrong with you?” You stormed closer, furrowing your brow. Something was off. He was swiping a hand over his mouth, his eyes filled with dread. You glanced back at the screen with a swallow. “Daddy, do you know what this illness is?”

“No,” he said quietly, glancing down at you with a longing glance. “Tonight we need to leave town and go to camp.”

“Hunting camp?” He nodded. “But that’s in the middle of no…”

His face looked so much older all of a sudden, years and years of worry etched into the deep laugh lines around his eyes. “Why do you want us away from everyone?”

“Because isolation is the only way to guarantee you don’t get sick.” Paranoia. You should have called him paranoid. Said he was worrying over nothing. Said he was acting crazy.

But you simply nodded and excused yourself back to your graduation party with your friends, knowing it’d likely be the last time you saw them for a while. Or ever again.

“Dad,” you said that night as you packed up the cars, your father more frazzled than the time he lost you in the grocery store for all of eight seconds. “Should we call Em?”

“He’s the one that called me.” He shut the trunk, inhaling the night air deeply. “London. New York. Sydney. It’s global and it’s flooding hospitals. Em said small towns are next. I wanted you to have one last normal day, kiddo.”

“What exactly did Emmet say? Does he know more than what they’re saying?” you whispered, clutching your cardigan tight. “I thought he was in Africa doing that volunteer doctor program.”

“He is. But something…happened. People started getting ill and then acting crazy. Biting each other in the neck. Like animals.” Slowly you blinked, your dad pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know how it sounds, believe me. But I know my son and it’s the truth. He told me to get you safe.”

“Is he safe?” He closed his eyes. “Is he safe?”

“Emmet’s….” Your throat tightened, your dad wincing. “He called from his sick bed. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen. He said he loves us and we need to go before the whole world goes mad.”

Your bottom lip wobbled as he opened his eyes, gently shushing you. “Em isn’t dead, right?”

“I don’t know. His phone is dead,” he croaked out, wiping away your tears that threatened to fall. “But if what he said is true, the world will be incredibly dangerous in just a few days. We need to get you away from here before that happens.”

You wearily nodded, hugging him hard. “Dad.”

“Yeah, pumpkin?”

“We’ll be okay.”

“Yes we will. I promise.”

Present Day

“Fuuuuuck,” you groaned, the wind knocked out of you as one, no two, men pinned you down on the hard pavement of the pharmacy parking lot. The supplies you’d bought for your dad in the middle of the night were scattered on the ground. Half your mind grappled with how you needed to get those back to dad at the cabin while the other realized the men were trying to remove your pants and hoodie.

You snarled and kicked, hitting something hard, probably a shin bone. 

A gunshot went off nearby and all three of you froze.

“On your bellies. Hands on your head or the next one goes through your spine.” The two men were rigid before rolling off of you on either side. You risked sitting up, backing away a few feet and turning on your bottom. 

It was dark but even so you could make out the handsome brown haired man aiming a gun at the men. He had a presence about him, a calmness to the situation you weren’t expecting. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, his jacket riding up so you could spot the shiny gold badge on his hip.

This guy was a cop.

Good news and bad news.

“Mam, are you alright?” You blinked, realizing he was talking to you between speaking into the phone. You nodded, the man humming, mentioning something about backup.

Shit. You had to leave before you got wrapped up in this. You started to gather up your dropped items as the officer handcuffed one of the men. “Mind if I borrow that?”

You froze, staring at him. He nodded toward your hand and the new package of zip ties. You handed it to him carefully, the officer quickly placing one on the other man.

“Thank you, mam,” he said, handing the package back. You nodded, shoving the package in your bag and crawling over between two cars, reaching for the bottle of pills that had rolled underneath. “Are you sure you’re alright, miss?”

“Never better!” you squeaked out, grabbing the pills and tying off the bag tight. You popped to your feet, the officer rising to his own. “Uh, thanks.”

You started to leave when he took two big steps over, catching your arm. “Whoa, whoa. These guys can’t do anything to you. Backup will be here in two minutes tops. I know you want to get home but we need a statement and you should get that scuff cleaned up by a paramedic. Hell, I can do it for you back at the station.”

You blinked slowly, the man’s friendly smile turning concerned as you weighed your options. “Alright. I think you hit your head a little harder than we both realized when they knocked you down. Why don’t you take a seat-”

You kneed him in the groin, the officer crumping into a heap and releasing you. 

“Sorry!” You took off running to your car and peeled out of the other end of the parking lot before he could even get on his feet.

“Dad?” It was only twenty minutes later when you were entering the dark cabin, frowning that he wasn’t on the couch where you’d left him. “Dad!”

“In here for crying out loud!” You rushed over to the bathroom door, carefully nudging it open. Your heart seized when you saw him lying on the ground, his previously red inflamed leg now looking dark and swollen. “Did you get the-”

“Daddy, it’s broken. Why didn’t you say something?” He scoffed, forcing himself to sit upright against the tub. “Dad-”

“I’m not going to a damn hospital and becoming one of those…things.” He spit out the last word, venom laced behind it. You’d kept to yourselves the past ten years, dad only going to town in the dead of night to get food or supplies. Suffice to say, despite your best efforts, years of isolation hadn’t been great for his paranoia. Or your own.

He could never know that you were almost attacked. It’d destroy him after all he sacrificed for you. His home. His career. His life. Making sure you never got sick like Emmet had was his sole purpose.

“What if I drop you off at the hospital and…” both your heads whipped around when bright headlights shone through the windows. 

“Someone followed you. Get the shotgun and-” You slammed the door shut on him, ignoring his angry shouts. 

“Miss? It’s Sheriff Beau Arlen. We met just a short time ago. I’m doing a wellness check. Please answer the door.” You swallowed thickly, staring at the heavy wooden object. Shit, he’d followed you home. He was going to make you give a statement which meant being around other people long enough to get sick.

You glanced over your shoulder and sighed. Dad was no spring chicken anymore. Living in the woods and keeping up the land had kept him in good shape but he was getting older and there was no way he could survive a broken leg without help.

“Fuck it.” You stepped over to the door, frowning when you opened it. The man from before was standing there, a cautious smile on his face. “Hi. My dad fell earlier today. I think he broke his leg. He’s in the bathroom.”

“Okay. We can call an ambulance and-”

“He’s terrified of public places. Of catching the…sickness.” He raised his eyebrows, biting the inside of his cheek. “I know he needs a hospital but is there any way we can limit the number of people he’s around? Like a doctors office or something?”

He only cocked his head, eyeing you up and down. His nose twitched, inhaling sharply. You glared and subtly did a pit check. Okay, maybe you were a little sweaty but you’d nearly been attacked-

“How the hell…” Sheriff Arlen shook his head. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do to accommodate his…needs.”

“Thank you,” you said, starting to shut the door when he put a hand on it. You stared at one another, the sheriff’s nose twitching once more. “Please leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Visions of what the men from earlier had planned on doing flashed in your mind and you clenched your fists, ready to fight. “Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” You grit out, widening your stance. He frowned, shaking his head.

“Your father might be able to be treated at a doctors office but you need a hospital.” You narrowed your eyes, the sheriff holding up his hands. “You call it the sickness? The rest of us call it the change. Now it seems to me that you lack some education on the topic-”

“I know exactly what those men tonight were going to do. I know exactly what the sickness, change, whatever you want to call it does to people and I’ll tell you right now, I’m not getting sick and becoming someone’s fuck toy.” He closed his eyes, muttering under his breath. Slowly, they opened to reveal green orbs, softly watching you.

“Sweetheart, your body changed ten years ago whether you believe me or not. Judging by the fact your only interaction with other people has been your Beta father-”

“He’s not Beta,” you growled.

“-Or very few works at convenience stores at night, you have never been around an Alpha long enough to be triggered into your first heat-”

“I am not one of those-”

“Omega.” Your brain went fuzzy when the word left his lips, hand gripping the back of the couch hard. “We need to get you to a hospital. Your first heat is incredibly painful without medicine. I know, I have a teenage daughter-”

“Stop talking!” you shouted, suddenly feeling flush in the face. You wiped off your brow before grabbing the nearest object, a pillow, and chucking it straight at his handsome face. “You did this to me! You made me sick coming here!”

“You became Omega ten years ago, the same night I changed, the same we all did,” he said, looking down his nose at you. “Now let me help you and your father before I have two patients on my hands instead of one.”

“Get out!” The room spun, a strong pair of hands catching you the last thing you remembered.

Your body felt considerably cooler when you woke although the sterile scent filling your nostrils made you want to gag. Great, you were in the hospital. You turned your head to the side, your oh so favorite sheriff giving you a waggle of his fingers from the other side of room as he read his phone.

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled, sitting upright with a strain. 

“I figured you don’t have an emergency contact besides your father on account the whole survivalist in the woods energy I’m getting.” You glared at him, the man leaning back in his chair, relaxing further. “Your father is alright but he’s in the ICU. I’ve been told he’ll need to go to a in-patient rehab facility to learn to walk on it.”

“What?” You threw back the covers and got out of bed, freezing in place when you caught his cologne. Your eyes fluttered, jaw dropping slightly. “Jesus christ what is that smell? That’s…fuck is this what crack is like? What kind of drugs did they give me?”

He chuckled, glancing up with a smirk. “Let me guess. Vanilla with a hint of tobacco. Fresh cookies, a campfire, the cool mist of rain and something fluffy you can’t quite describe?”

“How did you…” You said, daring a step closer. You had a million questions in your mind about your dad but all your body seemed to want to do was get more of that smell.

“Because I know what my scent is.” You licked your lips involuntarily, breathing hard. “Down girl.”

You immediately backed up, shaking your head. “I-I’m sorry. That isn’t like me at all.”

“It’s your first heat and I’m the first Alpha you’ve properly scented on one. You have urges. Nothing to feel sorry for.” Your cheeks burned as you returned to bed, sitting on the edge with your legs hanging off. “In a few hours, your medicine will have fully kicked in and then you’ll be fine. I have a teenage daughter and so you’ll get monthly heats but as far as I understand, it’s extremely similar to your monthly visitor you were already used to.”

“I’ve been having periods for years and it doesn’t feel like this,” you said, his scent tickling under your nose, turning you on more and more by the second.

“The…randiness fades. You’ll be fine,” he said, glancing at you. “You really don’t know anything about the change or what it did to us, do you.”

“I know enough.” He frowned. “Why is my dad in the ICU?”

“His leg is shattered. The surgeon said he suspects he broke it a few days ago. He’s lucky to be alive and still have use of it.” You closed your eyes, gripping the mattress. “He didn’t tell you he was injured until recently, did he.”

“He said he fell today and it was sore. I was getting some bandages and a painkiller at the store tonight.” You groaned. “The fucker. He’s so scared…”

You opened your eyes when you heard footsteps, the sheriff kneeling down in front of you. Gently, he took both your hands, offering a kind smile. “Yes, the world was scary for a little while when we didn’t understand what happened but now we do. There is no reason you and your father have to hide away in the woods away from the rest of us.”

“You called yourself an Alpha.” He nodded. You noticed how small your hands were in his, could feel the surge of power he held within them. “Like how in animal packs, there’s an Alpha sometimes.”

“Let me explain this to you in the most basic of terms.” You swallowed, his fingers sliding up to wrap around your wrists loosely. “People that were bad before the change are bad now and people that were good before are good now. All that happened last night was you ran into a couple of bad guys. They were Alpha but so am I. We are not animals and neither are you.”

“But you could bite me and make me…” He smiled, a tiny eye roll in there. “Excuse me? What was that?”

“What you’re describing is a crime. Consent is still very much a thing, little lady. Believe me, I have no problem putting Alpha’s in their place if needed.”

You raised your head, the man tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you sure you’re not just an anomaly?”

“Miss, I have a fifteen year old omega daughter. If I thought that world was truly that far gone, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. Now, do you see her in this room?”

You rolled your eyes, the man standing with a chuckle. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“So you’re here out of the goodness of your heart?” you asked. He bit is bottom lip, looking shy all of a sudden.

“You’ve had a long night and I remember how frightening it felt the first night I changed. The world is no more dangerous than it was a decade ago. But it never hurts to have a friend when life gets hard.” 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, a painful cramp ripping across your abdomen. He caught your wince and helped you to lie back down.

“Get some sleep. I’ll check on your dad for you.”

“Thanks. Oh wait.” He pulled up your covers and hummed. “Why were you at the pharmacy in the middle of the night?”

He smirked, patting your thigh. “I’ll check in with you in the morning, darlin’.”

Later That Morning

“Get out!” You flinched and backed out of your dad’s hospital room, closing the door behind you. 

“He’s still angry, huh?” To your left appeared your sheriff, sporting a tan jacket and khakis, brown cowboy boots adorning his feet. You sniffled and nodded, the man giving you a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder. “Have you been discharged yet?”

“Yeah.” You sat down on a nearby bench, the sheriff joining you. You rubbed your palm with your thumb, skin peeling off eventually. He caught your wrist, gently moving it away. “He doesn’t want to go to a rehab center. He says he’s fine and I should take care of him until he’s on his feet. The part I hate is we both know it’s horseshit. He knows he needs help but won’t admit it.”

“Stay here a minute for me.” He entered your dad’s room, closing the door and remaining inside for a few minutes. The door opened with a creak, your sheriff waving you inside.

You frowned at your dad in bed, his arms crossed. 

“I’m sorry for acting like a child,” he grit out. Your eyebrows shot up, gaze shooting to the sheriff who was giving your dad a friendly smile. But there was an undercurrent of authority to it that made your heart skip.

“Thank you?” you said. He sighed, quiet for a moment.

“I will go to rehab. I’m not your responsibility.” He cleared his throat. “I heard you’ve…changed.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. Your gaze shot down, your dad tsking you.

“Sheriff Arlen….informed me of some things about the world. I think while I’m recovering maybe you…could get a job. Get back out in the world, not be stuck with me.”

You bit your tongue. What the hell was up with him? Did he not want you around anymore now that you were one of those…omegas?

“Mr. Y/L/N, we’ll let you rest. I’ll be sure to get Y/N home.” Your sheriff put a hand on the small of your back that sent a pleasant chill down your spine. God, he smelled even more alluring than last night. 

Why did you kind of like it? How large his hand was, how comforting it felt. Maybe you were just touch starved after a decade of being alone.

“What is going on?” you asked when you were in the hallway. “Is he okay whatever your name is again?”

“Sheriff Beau Arlen. Call me Beau. Your dad and I had a small conversation. I explained a few things about the change and dynamic to him, told him I’d keep an eye out for you since he’s a tad paranoid. S’all good.”

You stopped, Beau leaving his hand on your back. He paused by your side, turning his head down. “I may have…sternly explained that you are the exact same as you were and that he can’t keep you locked away from the world. You’re a grown woman, you deserve to live your life.”

“And by sternly explained you mean scared the shit out of him.” Beau said nothing, only walked down the hall, urging you along. “Where are we going?”

“Home. I know you were discharged but you should still relax. I have some things to do but I’ll be by later on today.” 

“You don’t have to come back. I’ll figure everything out on my own-“ Beau held up a hand before stopping in front of you, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans.

“Darlin’, I made your father a promise and I intend on keeping it.” He looked past you, licking his lips and making your nose twitch in response. “But first, we need to make a pit stop.”

You woke with a groan, jerking up in bed. A quick glance at the clock showed it was early afternoon. Ah, right. Beau dropped you off with some medicine and a book on the Change or so everybody referred to it. You’d taken a pill and fallen asleep a few hours ago, your body warm but otherwise feeling okay.

You clutched your blanket to your chest when something loud crashed beyond the bedroom door. 

“I can’t believe they let you carry a gun,” said a young voice. 

“Next time you get kidnapped, I’m letting them keep you,” he grumbled. 

“Funny, dad,” the voice deadpanned. “Wasn’t it Cassie who found me actually? Hm?”

“Eh, eh, eh. Stop with the sass, child and help me make this.”

“Why are you helping this random lady so much anyways?”

“Just…cause it’s nice.” Your stomach grumbled loudly and you decided to risk exiting to the main part of the cabin. The door squeaked like it always did, two pairs of eyes on you when you poked your head out. “Y/N. How are you doing, darlin’?”

“Fine. Why are you in my house?” you said, glancing at the teenage girl standing in the sad excuse for a kitchen off to the side.

“Did you break into her house?” she asked, Beau looking back at her with a glare. 

“Of course I didn’t.” He punched the bridge of his nose. “I told Y/N I would be back later.” 

The girl looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “I apologize for him. He gets a little too into helping people sometimes.”

“Why don’t you go on the porch and do your math homework?” She stared at him for a moment, shaking her head with a smirk. “Emily…”

“I said nothing. But your scent did,” she sang song before slipping outside. Beau rubbed the back of his neck, a strong whiff of a nice scent, his scent, hitting you. 

“Ignore her,” he said, still rubbing his neck nervously. You hummed, taking a seat at the two person table by the wall. “I hope you don’t mind we’re here. I figured you’d be hungry and Emily’s also an omega so she offered to talk to you if you’d like. She presented last year so she’s familiar with the growing pains.”

“You mean second puberty?” He chuckled, putting a casserole dish that didn’t belong to you in the tiny camping oven.

“It might not seem like it but we got off easy. You and I we just got a little something extra to figure out over a couple of months. She’s got to go through the whole deal.” You hummed, Beau wiping his hands off on a towel by the water pump and spinning around with a smile that made you relax. “So. How’s the pain?”

“Alright. Honestly it feels like a normal period, I’m just a bit warmer than usual.” You frowned, Beau’s face matching it. “You can skip the biology lesson since they gave me a run down at the hospital.”

“Will do. You get used to people’s scents pretty quick. It’s like personal deodorant and yes, you still need to use deodorant,” he teased, the air becoming thick. “Sorry. I’m intruding, aren’t I?”

“Well…if you were going to hurt me, you had your chance last night.” 

“Those men…” He glanced down, stepping forward to grab hold of the back of the opposite chair and lean over top. Green eyes met yours, worry etched in them. “Did they explain the change to you at all, like what happened ten years ago, or just the body stuff?”

“No. I only remember people were getting sick and then my dad got us out of the city after my brother called. I’d just graduated college. I was meant to start my first adult job in NYC. So I don’t know what happened, only that my dad said the world was too dangerous for me.”

Beau pulled the chair and sat, biting his bottom lip. “It’s believed a highly contagious virus spread rapidly across the globe. A pandemic. This wasn’t an ordinary virus though. It didn’t cause illness, only…activated something existing within human DNA. What you remember from TV is when people got infected with the virus. I was living in Texas at the time. Me, Em, her mom, we all were floored. My ex was very warm but her fever never spiked high. Myself, I was exhausted. I could barely move for three days. Emily thankfully slept through most of it. She was only a little girl so it didn’t hit her as badly. When I woke up the fourth day, my ex was doing better and I felt much stronger.”

“And you had that thing on your dick?” He chuckled. “How the hell does that even work without absolutely destroying the person on the receiving end.”

“Because you changed too. Yours are just not as easy to see. You know child birth complications has gone down significantly the past decade. Women report far less pain too. We just…evolved as a species a little fast if you want to think of it that way. Most of us. There are a few people that were lacking in the genome sequence to be affected but by and large, we all became Alpha, Beta or Omega.”

You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up. “My brother is a doctor in Africa, one of the first places that got sick. He told us people were like animals. Biting each other in the damn neck and then I never heard from him again. Anything to say about that?”

He looked up, scrunching up his face. “Well you don’t seem to have a phone around here but I will track down your brother for you. Um, we may have also…gotten physical proof that we have souls and biting an omega in their bonding gland connects them to the alpha that bit them on a metaphysical level but it only takes if it’s consensual on both sides and fun fact the bond will break if one person doesn’t love the other one anymore, like a divorce, not that I would…know what a broken bond feels like,” he rambled out, clearing his throat. You blinked slowly, Beau’s face stuck in that awkward position. “I overshared, didn’t I.”

“Just…a lot to take in,” you said, rubbing your own neck and feeling a tight, hard lump. “Is that my-”

“Yes. It’s where our scents come from and I uh, I got to head back to work,” he said, quickly standing. He adjusted his pants and you noticed the bulge, giving him a glare. “No! No, it’s not…Emily!”

“What?” she groaned, giving you friendly smile when she came inside.

“I need to check in at the station. Please explain…things to Y/N. Heats, scents, true mates, that sort of thing. I’ll be back soon.” He left quickly, Emily raising her eyebrows.

“He’s kind of weird,” you said, Emily laughing before giving you a smirk. “What?”

“Now I get why he’s being so extra. You’re his true mate.” You put a hand on your head, holding up a finger. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything.”

Three hours later, you were more confused than ever. Emily was only a teenager but she was a smart girl and had explained the change, what being an omega meant and all of it. You were stuck on one little tidbit though. She could smell that her dad, your sheriff, was connected to you. Like soulmates connected.

What. The. Fuck.

You were still trying to process that information when his red truck pulled up, Beau waving awkwardly to where you and Emily sat on the front porch.

“Emily, pack up your stuff. We should let Y/N-”

“No, no, Alpha boy. This is how it works,” you said, freezing him in his place. His shift shifted wildly, strong and heated, musky with need. “I know why you smell so good. Were you planning on telling me you were not in fact just being nice last night but you were physically incapable of leaving my side at the hospital. On account of the whole fated mates thing.”

Beau’s gaze shot to Emily, his eyes turning stern. “Oh no big boy. You don’t get to be mad at her.”

He put his hands on his hips, sighing to himself. “Would you like to have dinner with us?”

You felt like you had whiplash. Wasn’t he just about to argue something like you were too new to this world? Or no, we’re not mates, I was only helping. Or that it was only affection? Or that he couldn’t know?

“Would you like to have dinner with us?” he repeated.

“Wow,” said Emily besides you. “Her face is literally the what the fuck emoji right now.”

“Emily,” gritted out Beau. You held up a hand, Emily taking it and walking you down the two front steps. 

“Have you ever been to Donno’s diner? Oh my god, they have the best food. Come on, let’s-”

“I’m sorry, I’m not…” you gestured to yourself. You were in sweatpants that were a decade old, a plain t-shirt and your hair was a frazzled sweaty mess. Beau gently took your hand from Emily, his touch telling your body to calm down, that everything was okay.

“If you’d like we can eat in private but you do not need to hide from the world anymore. You are gorgeous just as you are,” he said, voice soft. Emily tilted her head, looking him up and down.

“He totally means that too. I can smell it.” Beau growled, Emily returning a cheeky grin. “Do you want me to leave so you two can bone?”

“In the car ladies, in the car,” he said, grabbing your shoulders and walking you towards the driver side as Emily got inside. “I apologize for the sassy child.”

“Don’t. I like the sassy child,” you grinned, Beau’s face lighting up.

“Really?” You hummed, Beau turning bashful. “She’s a good kid.”

“Seems that way.” You put your hands in your pockets, inhaling deeply. “Today’s been…”

“I understand.” You glanced back at the cabin, frowning. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

“I’ve always hated this place.” His large hand interlaced with yours, squeezing the digits. “I don’t want to be alone tonight but I’m not ready for…this yet. I will be but I need to…live a little first. If that makes sense.”

Beau only smirked, a glint in his eyes. “I have an idea.”

Three Weeks Later

“Morning,” said Beau, knocking on the door to the air streamer, aka your new living arrangements for the time being. Beau and Emily had a home built last year after her abduction, something to give her some more stability. With that meant moving his air streamer onto part of the property and having it sit empty for the past six months.

Which meant it was perfect for you to be close to them, you were in town for your new job and you could easily drive to visit your dad at his rehab center. Beau had even offered to let him stay in the house when he got released but thankfully your brother was in contact again and he was going to take dad with him to Seattle where he’d been the past few years.

“Howdy sheriff,” you said as you opened the door, leaning against the door jam. He offered a cup of coffee and your heart fluttered. God, he was so cute how he did that every morning.

“Emily insists on you joining us for breakfast at Donno’s and I couldn’t tell the poor girl no so we’ll be ready to go in fifteen.” He looked up through his lashes, a smidge of cockiness in it. 

“Oh, we’re just going in fifteen, huh?” He shrugged, a strong whiff of his scent curling under your nose. Beau licked his lips as you absently scratched your neck. “I’m still in my pajamas.”

“You mean my pajamas,” he said, reaching out, tugging on the end of the oversized shirt that you’d taken from his room last night. Your stomach jumped as his knuckles grazed your bare skin, Beau stepping up into the airstream, making you walk back. A large hand rested gently on your hip, thumb stroking the skin lightly under the fabric of his shirt. “I had fun last night.”

“Me too.” You placed your hands on his chest, grinning up at him. “From what I’ve gathered, true mates bond immediately most of the time so I really appreciate you being patient-”

“Whoa,” he said, taking your arms in his hands, running them up to your shoulders. “Let’s get something clear, darlin’. You will never thank me for respecting your wishes and doing the right thing. You’re owed those things and sweetheart, I will wait as long as you need me to.” 

“I never met anyone like you before.” 

“Good,” he chuckled, leaning down and letting you press your lips to his. “Take as much time as you need to get ready.”

“I just need a few,” you said, reluctantly letting him pull away. “Hey Beau?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I lost ten years of my life? Because I let my dad convince me the world wasn’t safe?” He pursed his lips, leaning back against the small counter.

“There certainly was a spike in violent crimes those first six months. There was a lot of fear. We went into a lockdown, loosened restrictions as the science caught up. Emily was homeschooled that first year and I barely let my ex leave the house. But we figured out that the evil bastards that’d do those sorts of things were always the type of people to do those things. It’s like how-”

“You’d love to bite my bond gland and so would I deep down but you’re not jumping my bones to do it because that’s not the kind of guy you are,” you interjected. He smiled softly. “It’s hard to feel like I didn’t lose time, you know?”

“I understand that perspective. But…I didn’t move here until just last year and there was a lot going on with that camping disaster and Emily and my ex and I wasn’t ready for you either until recently. This is how and when we were meant to find each other. We’re soulmates, we didn’t lose any time at all.” He reached out a hand and cupped your cheek. You nuzzled it, placing your hand over top. “I thought you had to get ready.”

“I do,” you said, closing your eyes. “My heat’s coming up soon. I like you being here.”

“Stay in the house with me when it starts. It’ll help.” He kissed your forehead, a strong sense of calm washing over you. “Don’t take too long, omega.”

“I’ll be right there, Alpha. Promise.”

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A/N: Read The Change from Beau's perspective here!

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If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 14 (Final Chapter)

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! Smut, a little bit of aggressive smut, abo dynamics, knotting, scenting, claiming, marking. Just a smidge of dirty talk. Language. Beau caring a little baggage from Carla’s ass. 

Word Count: 2468

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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When Y/N first woke up, she didn’t know what had awoken her from her slumber. For the first time in what felt like years, but was really only about two weeks, Y/N had actually slept. Which is probably why she woke up more than a little disoriented; coupled with being in mostly unfamiliar surroundings. Still, she could not pinpoint what had woken her up, until she sensed it. 

It wasn’t a huge, drastic change in the atmosphere. Nothing Earth moving or world shaking as some better, more colorful worded Omegas than herself had often described it. It was subtle. It was a slight change in his scent, the sudden stiffness in his shoulders, even as he slept soundly next to her, it was the heaviness in which his chest moved with each breath, and slight crease between his perfect brows. The suppressants had worn off, he was in a full rut now. It was time. 

It should have scared her more than it did, and maybe if she were honest with herself, she was a little afraid that somehow, they’d fuck things up again, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t afraid of what they were about to do. 

In fact, the more she thought about it as she watched him sleep, knowing well that his rut would get stronger, and it would wake him up soon, that she was sure this is what she wanted. 

When she helped him through the first round of his rut, things were nothing but a blur of hormones and the task at hand. This time, she was able to experience the calm before the storm. She was able to get a glimpse of what the real Beau Arlen looked like. She was able to experience the calm, comforting, safety that she’d have to wake up to in the morning, instead of a cold bed, and another day at a job she didn’t really want to be at. He really was her person. She just didn’t see it at first. She did now. 

Beau grunted heavily, and shifted in his sleep, tightening what was the loose resting of his arm around her waist into a tighter grip as he subconsciously fought to hold onto the first good night’s sleep he’d had in almost as long as she’d been without it. 

The thought of what was to come seemed to light a fire somewhere under her skin, and it burned deep and low in her belly, long before he even opened his eyes to look back at her. 

Still, she felt robbed, not only for herself, but for Beau as well. This is how it should have been from the start. Not the nightmare of an experience that it was for them. All this time they’d spent fighting, misunderstanding and hurting one another, could have been spent just being together and learning one another as an Alpha and his Omega. They couldn’t get that back, so she would just have to settle for making up as much lost time as she could. 

Beau grunted heavier this time, a sound that came as a deep rumble as it made its way up to his throat from somewhere deep down in his chest, and his legs moved as the discomfort started to settle in, and his face scrunched before his olive-green orbs opened slowly, settling on her face. She let herself get lost in the soft, sleepiness of his gaze, knowing well that in his waking moments, that humanity would start to wain more, and the Alpha would start to take his rightful place. 

“Morning,” she said, testing the waters to see if he would even respond, and to her surprise, he smiled softly at her. 

“Mornin’” he murmured roughly, clearing his throat before closing his eyes tightly again. 

“It’s almost time, isn't it?” she questioned, and he nodded before swallowing thickly and opening his eyes to search her face, the slightest hint of a yellow hug starting to form just around his iris, and she knew she had minutes, if that long, before Beau was going to go on hiatus for a while. 

“Almost,” he admitted, “are you sure you’re okay with doing this?” 

“Are you really gonna ask me that, Beau Arlen?” she questioned. “After everything we’ve been through?”

Beau shrugged, letting go of a breath she didn’t know he was holding. “Guess I’m just a gentleman to a fault.”

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes,” Y/N teased, and he snorted, his eyes rolling dramatically. 

“I didn’t exactly hear any complaints last time sweetheart,” Beau shot back, and Y/N laughed out loud at his sudden boldness. 

“Okay, okay, you got me there,” She relented, not wanting to challenge the Alpha, knowing full well that it wouldn't do well to irritate him right in that moment, as badly as she wanted to tease him. 

Beau shifted again, this time she could feel the hard outline of his already half hard cock pressing against the thin fabric of his tight fitted black boxers that he was wearing when they had fallen asleep the night before, and just like that, as if someone had flipped a switch, her body already starting to produce slice for her Alpha and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her. 

Beau nosed along her hair line, and down the shell of her ear, breathing deeply, and allowing his lips to leave a hot trail just over her throat as he descended to her shoulder. 

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, you know, when we start, Carla used to accuse me of being forceful or mean, so you do remember where the gun is if you feel scared don’t you?”

“Beau,” Y/N growled as she sat up slightly in his arms so that she could see him better, and she could almost see the anxiety and fear rolling off of him, it made her sick to see him that way. She never wanted to stranger Carla more than she did at that moment. Typical Narcissistic bitch. She said and did everything she did to Beau to make him question everything about himself, even if it wasn’t true. Which makes her line of work make a lot more sense now that Y/N thought about it. 

“I stayed with you for days when your rut hit you unexpectedly, and you were in enough control to not only not hurt me, but also resist the instinct to claim me. So, for her to say that you’re too rough? That’s utter and complete bullshit. You never once scared me, and you never once hurt me.”

Beau stared at her, trying to figure out whether or not she was telling the truth. She was pretty sure he could tell that she wasn’t lying, because his features softened after a moment before he reached for her face, letting his fingers trail the soft skin of her cheek before he tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I’m so scared I’m gonna fuck this up,” Beau admitted. “Like I fucked up my last relationship.”

“Beau, that woman did NOT deserve you,” Y/N said tracing her fingertips across his freckle dusted chest, and she’d be a lair if she said she wasn’t a little proud when he shivered underneath her touch, and his sharp, green eyes rolled slightly. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, and fuck, she was looking forward to watching him just let go. It was a beautiful sight if she did say so herself. 

“She abandoned you when you were at your lowest, when you needed her the most, because you were hurt and grieving. No mate does that. She was a self-absorbed, narcissistic abuser, the only good thing that came out of that WAS Emily. You did nothing wrong, she did. It wasn’t you that tore apart your marriage to her, that’s just what SHE wants you to think.”

She had a feeling Beau didn’t believe her, but she also knew that he was losing the cognitive focus it took to argue the point to the impending physical need that was about to take full focus. She could tell he was straining to hold himself back as long as possible with every quick breath he took, his scent was so strong now that it was hard for her to even concentrate anymore, but she needed him to know that she wasn’t Carla, and this wasn’t going to end the way that did. 

Beau’s eyes closed tightly again, and his grip tightened on the sheet that was resting under his left hand, even though he was now laying on his back, and she was mostly sitting up next to him, she could see the outline of his hardness just under the sheets. This was it. It was time. 

He just needed to let go. 

“Alpha,” she voiced finally, after a moment of watching him struggle within himself, and when he looked at her, his eyes were no longer green, but instead, they were almost black, completely blown wide with need, and hormones, only a ring of slight golden glow rested around them. “It’s okay, let go.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, in what could only be described as almost a predatory movement, Beau slowly moved to sit up in the bed next to her, his strong hands gripped her hips tightly, and moved her flush with his chest as he scented her deeply, his teeth scraping roughly over her mating gland. 

“Mine,” he growled, deep and low. It made her empty cunt pulse around nothing and slick track down her into her now ruined panties. 

“Yours Alpha,” she agreed, “now, take what belongs to you.”

Without another word, Beau ripped the underwear and bra from her body before she could even really react, leaving her completely bare before him. His hungry eyes raked over her body like she was a meal and he was a starving man. 

“Present Omega,” he commanded, “we can play later, right now, but right now, I need to mark that pretty little neck of yours. That way everyone know just who the fuck you belong too.”

Y/N’s body moved without her consent, damn near falling into position for the Alpha, that moved behind her, easily shedding his boxers, and slapping her hard on the ass, sending a moan cascading from her lips, and a chuckle rumbled behind her as the bed dipped under his weight. 

“Like that Omega?” he questioned, running his fingers through her already dripping folds, testing the water to find she didn’t need any pre-work from him at all. “Already so fucking wet for me baby girl, such a good girl.”

She keened desperately, her back arching as his thick cock head slipped through her folds, gathering her slick to the head of his pulsing length. “Please Alpha,” she whimpered, and a deep growl rumbled low in his throat. 

“I’ve gotcha Omega,” he said, slamming home in one swift thrust, damn near knocking the wind out of her and would have knocked her flat on her stomach had his arm not been around her waist bracing her. 

“Gonna knot you, claim you, mark you up, you want that baby girl?” he questioned as he started at a punishing pace, ascending every word with a heavy thrust of his hips. 

“Yes! Please Alpha!” she all but screamed, and his pace quickened again, every powerful muscle in his lean, sculpted body used to drill into her mercilessly, until his knot started to swell with every thrust, and the coil in her gut became tight to burst. 

Beau lifted her flush against his strong chest, his thick tongue lapping at the place that would soon hold his claim as his knot popped, and her orgasm washed over her with the sinking of his teeth deep into her neck, her body quaking in his arms as he filled her up, and she wasn’t really sure what happened after that, because she was pretty positive she blacked out. 

When she came to herself again, just as quickly as the storm had started for the pair of them, it had subsided. Beau had her on her side, his arm draped over her as best as he could, keeping her still as his knot slowly started to subside, and his tongue worked to clean and heal her new mark. 

Everything felt different just that fast, calm, better. She was at peace. Suddenly, just so fast, the inner struggle was gone, and there was nothing but safety, love and comfort left in its wake.

Neither said anything, cause neither could really, all that they could do in that moment was experience this new, connected feeling that, even though Beau himself had been mated before, had never really felt. If either of them had to put a word to it, they would probably describe it as ‘complete.”

When Beau’s knot finally let go, Y/N turned carefully in his hold to face him, bright, green eyes meeting her own, and a tired, yet calm freckle dusted face greeted her. The rut was gone. His suffering had ended. 

“Hey,” he voiced after a moment, his voice hard and dry, dripping with exhaustion. 

“Hey,” she answered him, reaching up to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. 

“You okay?” he questioned, and she nodded, suddenly remembering his shoulder, which caused her to shoot upward to check him, but all seemed fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she settled back down next to him. 

“I'm fine,” he assured her, “just really tired.”

“Then sleep Alpha,” she encouraged, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Guess I’m gonna have to thank Donno,” he admitted, “because if he would have never shot me, I would have never stopped being stubborn and claiming you. I was too stuck in my own issues.”

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and she stiffened in his hold, causing him to chuckle, his eyes closing and opening, becoming heavier by the minute. 

“Donno shot you!” 

“Yeah, it wasn’t the driver of the truck. Donno was hiding in the bushes, he was mad cause I didn’t claim you, and he shot me. I figured I deserved it, so I just let it go. Had he not done it though, I might have lost you forever.”

Y/N sat there in thought for a long moment, boarding between angry and grateful. God, she had a love hate relationship with Donno, but now, she really did owe him everything. As the sun sank down behind the clouds on her first day as Mrs. Beau Arlen, she had to admit that she really did owe him everything. They really were meant to be. 

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Jensen and Dean’s Babes

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[zepskies]

in your beau fic recs list you said “I haven’t found another Beau ABO story I enjoyed more than this.” Implying that you have found Others…. and if i so, i would very much appreciate a list of those (no matter how small) because after reading the one you rec’d i got instantly hooked and read the whole thing in a couple hours and now i just Really Need More beau A/B/O😣 if you’re able to ofc !!!!! p.s. i love your work so very bad, you are sososo incredibly talented🫶🏼🫶🏼

Ooh you make a good point, anon! I did imply that, didn't I? 😅

Unfortunately I can't remember if I've read any other ABO stories with Beau Arlen, but I would LOVE to read more of those too. If anyone else has recs in that arena please drop the story link in the comments!

Otherwise, I might need to add that prompt to my list of writing ideas. I haven't done anything ABO/Omegaverse in a while. 🤔

(Re: your P.S.: Thank you so much, lovely! I appreciate you saying that.🥰)

[callalillywrites]

Their Sweet Omega

So, this idea came expressly from this imagining and I'll admit I got a bit carried away by the idea. I really hope @thezombieprostitute doesn't mind that I took this idea and ran with it.

Part 2 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Jake Jensen / Beta!Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers / Omega!Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: ~2100

Summary: Jake and Steve have been searching for an Omega to call their own. Their luck hasn't been all that great until an Omega literally lands in their laps one day.

A/N: I have a lot more I want to add to this little universe, but I'll see how it goes I guess with everything else I've got going on at this point. I do hope you enjoy this little bit of fluff as it's my first ever A/B/O I've ever written. It's proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Jake Jensen isn’t your typical Alpha, but he’s a good one according to Steve Rogers, his Beta. Jake isn’t built like other Alphas though he does have an understated strength to him that many overlook, but it’s his gentleness and anti-bullying policies that really made it easy for Steve to align himself and fall in love with Jake.

Steve isn’t always the greatest Beta. He can be headstrong and maybe a little bit reckless especially when he’s seeing something going down that shouldn’t.

He also doesn’t have the greatest health. He’s not nearly as sickly as he might’ve been in, say, the 1930s, but he’s still considered not the healthiest by modern standards, either. He’s also rather short compared to other guys his age. Jake stands about a foot taller than Steve on a good day, even more when chronic illness slumps Steve’s shoulders and keeps him in bed.

Because of his poorer health, Steve has a harder time holding down any type of job for long. That doesn’t bug Jake though as he makes more than enough with his cyber security job and his freelancing software programming gigs on the side.

In fact, he encourages Steve to build up his painting and drawing hobbies, buying Steve the best supplies and even building him a website and social media following. Steve does quite well with it, too, since it allows him to work at his own pace while still feeling like he’s contributing to the household as well.

The only thing really missing in their lives is an Omega they can call their own. It’s not like they haven’t been looking, either, but the few Omegas they had been interested in had left them wanting. They’d either been disappointed that Jake wasn’t ‘Alpha’ enough for them or they didn’t really see Steve as anything more than an attachment of Jake. They refused to give up hope though.

Neither really counted on how one lucky Wednesday morning would change everything for them.

Jake decides to treat Steve to a whole day of pampering and quality time together after the past few busier weeks they’d been enduring. Jake had just finished a major project at work while Steve had finished one of his biggest commissions to date. It was a time to celebrate, relax, and enjoy each other’s company.

It’s why they ended up at the cute little café near their place. Jake stands in line to place their orders while Steve claims a small table and chairs near the windows. Steve likes to people watch and draw whatever he sees, always carrying a small sketchbook for such an occasion everywhere he goes.

Both notice the cute Omega at the front of the line. How could they not? The sweet Omega smells like cinnamon rolls and vanilla. It’s a heady concoction, but they also notice that she’s getting plenty of other attention from other Alphas that she’d probably prefer over Jake anyway. She even seems to be chatting with one of said Alphas while she waited for her order to finish prep.

That changes when her order is called.

When she bids the Alpha a good day, the Alpha bumps her and sends her scrambling and careening into the table where Steve sat. Her drink spills all down her best business outfit while she lands into Steve’s lap. Her impact on his unsuspecting self sends them both to the floor though Steve manages to keep himself under her despite the pain shooting up his spine for his efforts.

Omega is horrified. She sees the small drops of her drink that have landed on Steve’s work and on his clothes. Her apologies can’t come out fast enough as she searches out napkins or anything really to help mop up the mess, not caring about her own dripping state.

It takes Steve a moment to get past the pain shooting up his spine, but he’s doing his best to assure her that his work is fine and that he’s fine. He’s far more concerned to know if she’s okay after the spill she’d taken. Her clothes are matting against her body, and he knows that can’t be comfortable.

What he doesn’t expect is her to stop her frantic cleaning to stare down at his sketch. He really doesn’t expect her to recognize it or him as the online artist, but she does. She even confirms it by whispering, “I can’t believe I messed up your latest masterpiece. I’m so, so sorry” and follows it up with his online name. He’s a bit stunned to say the least.

The Alpha who pushed her is laughing it up, pleased that his little trip had done more than what he’d been hoping for after she had the nerve to turn him down.

Jake, who’d seen everything, steps out of line and rushes over to Steve and the Omega who is still doing her best to apologize to Steve and save the sketch he’d been working on. There are literal tears in her eyes and possibly a bit of fear when Jake approaches.

The Omega recognizes Jake belongs with Steve and the first thing that pops out of her mouth is “I’m so sorry, Alpha, I didn’t mean to make your talented Beta fall for me.”

Oh, Jake is now smitten, especially as he sees Omega’s cheeks grow quite pink and sees her quietly berate herself for her foot-in-mouth syndrome around cute Alphas and Betas.

It also unfortunately gets the other Alpha’s attention, who has taken to snarling his displeasure at her apparent interest in Jake and Steve. He even approaches to cause more trouble when she spots him. Her body goes rigid though her expression shifts to one of pure fire. If the Alpha wants some attention, then she’s going to get him some attention.

In less than two minutes, she has the entire café focused on the scene playing out between her and the Alpha bully. It’s enough to draw the attention of the female Alpha owner as well who bans the bully from her café.

Never in Steve’s or Jake’s experience have they ever seen an Omega take on an Alpha like she does with such expert handling. Both are quite sure they’re a little bit in love with her as she continues to make a stand against the Alpha with the café owner and some other patrons backing her up.

When the Alpha leaves with his proverbial tail between his legs, the owner offers to replace her drink and another set of clothes that she keeps on hand for herself to the Omega if she’d like them. She extends the offer of a free drink to Steve and Jake as well, not wanting to lose two innocent customers to that awful Alpha.

Already late for her big meeting, she declines the clothes but does take up the offer of a new drink. While she waits, she nervously checks in with Jake and Steve to make sure they’re okay and offers to repay them for any damage she might’ve caused thanks to the bullying Alpha.

Both of them assure her it’s fine. They’re just happy that she’s not hurt though they are a bit sad that their interaction is coming to an end.

Before she gets too far though, Jake reaches out to her though he stops just shy of actually touching her. He hasn’t forgotten the brief flash of fear in her eyes upon his earlier approach and can’t stand the thought of possibly frightening her more. When she does turn in his direction, he somehow miraculously doesn’t fumble his words as he asks her to maybe join him and Steve for dinner later that day. He doesn’t need to check with Steve to know he’s also interested in the Omega as well.

A commotion at the shop’s door pulls her attention, and a beautiful smile flits across her features as another Beta walks in with an Omega on his arm.

“What’s taking so long? We’re going to be late. Dear God, what happened to you?” the Beta demands while his Omega tries to shush him.

Their Omega merely shakes her head. “I’m coming, Ran. We had a little mishap, but I’m coming. I know better than to disappoint Ari’s friend.”

Their Omega turns to Jake and nods. “I would love to have dinner with you both if it’s not too much an imposition. Call me in about two hours?”

She slips Jake her business card before vanishing out the café’s door with the other Beta and Omega.

Jake waits exactly two hours before he nervously calls her, putting the call on speaker so Steve could hear everything as well. A small part of him hopes she doesn’t disappoint either of them while on the phone as it’s happened before.

She doesn’t.

Within minutes, they have their plans set to meet at a popular local diner where they could enjoy some good homemade meals while also getting to know one another.

She meets them there in a clean outfit that suits her more than the business suit she’d been wearing that morning. The knee length skirt swishes and twirls around her while the peasant top gives them a decent glimpse of the smooth skin underneath without being too showing. It’s her favorite outfit she admits to them while they wait for their server to arrive.

One of the first questions Steve has for her is how she recognized his work. He’s still a bit gobsmacked about that, especially since he hasn’t been able to get his mind to stop recalling how delicately she’d touched his work. It’d been almost like she’d been touching the Mona Lisa or something equally as valuable. It’s not something he’d experienced firsthand with anyone besides Jake or his few friends.

That’s when they learn Steve helped design her logo and other business media about a year ago. She’d seen his stuff online and had messaged him almost immediately with her ideas and healthy budget to make them a reality. As it turns out, she owns a small homemade candle company, and she’s just landed another retailer who’ll be showcasing her candles after her meeting that morning.

The attention and adoration she’s showing Steve in that moment would make almost any other Alpha jealous of their Beta. After all, she’s practically gushing about how amazing Steve’s art is and how much it’s helped improve her sales as everyone talks about the design. She’s even sent Steve more work because she can’t stop talking about it with her customers. Steve admits he should be giving her something in return for all the referrals and work she’s given him.

Yeah, Jake realizes he should be jealous, but he’s not. He’s the exact opposite at this moment. He’s sitting with someone who values Steve’s talents as much as he does, so how could he possibly be anything other than more smitten with her?

When Steve admits that Jake’s the reason he even has his online business, the talk soon moves to Jake where she learns about his many technical talents. He can see that she’s just as impressed with him as she is with Steve. It’s enough to stroke his ego a bit and have him sitting a bit straighter in his seat.

Their discussion soon moves to hobbies and other things where she soon learns that Jake likes to play one of the most popular first-person shooter games on the market. He admits he can hold his own, but he’s nowhere near as good as some of the other players out there. When he mentions ‘Amaranth Fossa’ as his dream gaming partner, he catches a look he can’t quite figure out that passes over Omega’s face.

They don’t really stop talking all through dinner, but it does eventually have to come to an end. It’s not something any of them want, but they do see that the hour is getting later and the next day is a workday for both Jake and Omega. They end up walking her to her car where she thanks them for a wonderful evening. She doesn’t get into her car until she presses a kiss on each of their cheeks and a promise that they’ll do this again soon.

Jake and Steve share a look, then Jake asks if she’s free the weekend coming up.  

She gives them the sweetest smile and says she is.

Jake and Steve head home after seeing her off. They have a date to plan, and they have no intention of disappointing this sweet Omega that literally dropped into their laps.

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

[imaginedreamwrite]

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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[me-and-my-3lovers]

A Bond Never Meant to Be

Alpha!Castiel x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Apocalypse!Castiel

What happens when you are trapped in a room, ready to be tortured by your boyfriend’s evil doppelgänger?

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SELF HARM/ MUTILATION, SUICIDE, Forced Claiming, angst, Torture, There are other ones I just can't think of

Masterlist

Italics are your thoughts

"You are quite the interesting specimen." The voice sounded like Cas but not quite, it was too mean, too calculating. "Take the bag off her head." He commanded. Your eyes didn't need much time adjusting to the dim room, seeing Charlie and Ketch were being tortured by angels in military gear. What towered over you was Castiel, not your Cas, he smelled smelled... off, but he looked identical. "It'll be so easy breaking an omega."

"Don't you touch her," Ketch tried to sound intimidating, but he was coughing up too much blood for that, "You'll regret it."

"There has not been an omega in this world for decades," This evil Castiel bent over to inspect you, "I wouldn't even have to break her mind like the red-head." He turned your head over to see Charlie, slumped over and unconscious. You were too scared to speak, watching as this Castiel smiled down at you. "I can smell your fear, delicious. Don't worry my little omega, I won't hurt a hair on your pretty little head. You will be telling me everything I want to know, of your own volition."

"Screw you! I will tell you nothing!"

Castiel chuckled at you little outburst. Moving closer to your ear he whispered, "You will tell me everything you know, one way or another."

You couldn’t breath, the world stopped and shattered. He claimed you.

"You Bastard!" Ketch screamed, earning himself a blow to the kidneys, "I'll kill you."

"Now, you are going to be a good little omega and tell me where the rebels are hiding," Castiel started petting your hair, "Before I have to kill both of them."

The next few moments went by in a blur, you think it was Sam and Dean, maybe Mary too, who came busting in guns blazing. Evil Castiel ran out the door while his subordinates got stabbed with angel blades. You remember Ketch trying to tell them to check on you, and then you were free, Sam cut the ropes holding you to the chair and gave you his jacket.

"You ok?" You could only nod. Sam tried to shake your shoulders before walking you outside. You were grateful for the jacket, it smelled like home.

Cas was right outside when you opened the door, you could see him stabbing his doppelgänger and then a bright flash of light. You walked over to your Cas, falling into his arms, unable to suport yourself anymore, and Cas carried you bridal style away from the building. Cas smelled wrong, he didn't smell like your mate anymore.

"Are you ok?" Cas asked when he felt your tears on his trench coat.

"I'm fine, I just want to go home." You sniffled a bit, "everything'll be fine when we get home." You were exhausted, falling asleep on your way too the base.

--

When you woke up you were on a bus, Charlie was sitting next to you.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to your world, the rift is still open." The bus stopped and everyone was rushing out. Charlie was right, the rift was still open, but it looked weak, like it might close at any moment.

When you tried to get up your legs gave out and you fell back on the seat, everyone on the bus evacuated except for you, stuck there like a newborn fawn. You made no attempt to get up again, or call for help, you were just laying on the bus seat, no will power left to move. You wondered if anyone would come back for you, you hoped they didn't.

Coming back would waste time they didn't have, and maybe I deserve to be stuck here. You thought to yourself. If I die, is my soul stuck here? Would Cas forgive me? He shouldn't, I someone else claimed me, taking away our life together.

"There you are sweetie,"

"Gabriel," He lifted you up and ran out of the bus.

"I know, I'm your hero, but the rift is closing and Lucifer can only hold back Michael for so long." You turned and saw Michael and Lucifer locked in combat, and Lucifer didn't look too hot. "Sam Dean! Go! I Got her!"

Sam and Dean waited until you were right behind them before going through. "It's gonna be a tight squeeze, hold on." Gabriel said, holding you tighter.

The rift closed right behind you and Gabriel, no chance for Michael or Lucifer to come back through.

"Cassie, looking for someone?" Gabriel said with a shit eating grin.

"Can you just take me to my room?" You whispered in his ear.

"But everyone is celebrating, and you haven't even seen Cas yet,"

"Please Gabe..." You sounded so weak that Gabriel listened and took you back to your room and laid you on your bed.

"I'll have Cas come back with chicken noodle soup." Gabe promised, You nodded your head before he closed your door.

You got up from your bed and went to your dresser for your hunting knife. You cut your hand and started drawing warding sigils with your blood, making sure you wouldn't have unwanted angels sneaking in. Next you grabbed a sock to try and muffle the sounds of what would come next. Moving to your sink, you turned on the water and shook off Sam's jacket, removing your shirt, you saw the mark on your neck. It looked red and angry, with dried blood all over it.

There was only one way to get rid of a mating bond.

You balled the sock up and put it in your mouth. You hesitated for a moment. This was the most painful thing an omega could ever do to them selves, and there'd be no going back from here. I'd never be able to have a mate ever again, Cas could never claim me. Is it worth it?

You plunged the knife into your mating gland, the pain crippling you. You couldn't hold back the scream the escaped you.

"Y/N!!" you could hear dishes shatter and Cas yelling outside your door, "Are You hurt?! What's going on?!" The knob jiggled but the door didn't budge, "Open the door!"

You wanted to go towards him, to have him heal you, but you couldn't. He won't be able to look me in the eyes after this, all I'll be to him is a weak disappoint. You dragged the knife through the wound to open it up enough to see inside.

"Sam, Dean!!" Cas was shouting for the brothers. "Please, open the door, let me in," he leaned on the door, "I know you're hurting, I want to help you."

The tears falling down your face weren't from the pain anymore. You don't want to help me, at least you wouldn't if you knew what he'd done. Through all the blood and tears dripping down your neck and chest, you could see your mating gland in the mirror.

"Y/N, Open this door!" You heard Dean banging on the wood, "Open it or I'm getting an axe and chopping it down!" He tried frantically jiggling the knob, "Why can't we smell you anymore? WHY CAN'T WE SMELL YOU ANYMORE?!" You heard dean bang on the door one last time before running off, probably to get the aforementioned axe.

"'Mega, please, I still need you." Cas plead through the door.

Cutting through whatever veins or soft tissue was connecting your mating gland to your body, you pulled it out and threw it in the trash can next to you. You felt light headed and airy, the world seemed dull and scentless. You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale, there was nothing, no fear or anxiety or anger in the air, just nothing. The world seemed darker too, colors weren't as sharp anymore and everything seemed to be more grey and black.

"It's ok Cas, everything's ok." you called out.

"Open the door, please!" Cas called out, "Open the door for me."

He must not have heard you, "Everything's fine." you call out again while closing your eyes, everything's fine. In fact, everything's better than fine. Life couldn't be better.

--

You woke up next to Cas in your bed, both of you tangled up in the bedsheets. Cas cupped your cheek and kissed you hard, "I love you so much y/n, more than you'll ever know." Cas's hand moved down to stroke your mating gland, "I can't wait to claim you 'mega."

"Well," you rolled to straddle Cas, your hands resting on his solid chest, "don't wait too long, an omega can only handle so much teasing." You chuckled, pulling Cas up for another kiss.

"Once we get back from the Apocalypse world, I promise." Cas sat up to look you in the eyes. "I'm very good at keeping my promises."

"I'll be waiting mister." You chuckled before kissing him again.

--

Dean finally broke through the warding and brought down your door. Cas was the first one inside and rushed to your body. You were lying on the ground, eyes closed and covered in blood, the knife still in your hand. Cas cradled you, trying to heal the wound in your neck.

Dean came around to grab Cas' shoulder. "Cas, is she...?" Dean trailed off, not being able to think about loosing you.

"She's not- she can't be-" no matter how much Cas tried, your body remained still, cold and lifeless.

[sofreddie]

Resigned Masterlist

Summary: Jensen meets his True Mate, but it’s not exactly a fairytale, for either of them.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Omegas are Second-Class Citizens/Treated badly, Derogatory Language/Remarks, Additional Warnings in Each Chapter

The series is *In-Progress*

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 /