#i made his waist mega tiny in this one

[limabean-man]

a quick s5 jarthur design

as a guy who loves dnd this season has been perfect for me need five billion new eps rn

[ladyinwriting18]

Nest (Clyde Logan x You)

Summary: Clyde Logan can't bare it when his Omega suffers through her heat. To help, he builds a cozy little nest.

Words: 2,640

Warnings: A/B/O, Heat, AlphaxOmega, PIV, Knotting.

Clyde Logan stands in the corner of his bedroom totally focused on fluffing pillows. 

To most, he appeared to just be some small town hick who owned a bar. This perception doesn’t bother him much, because he didn’t see the need for validation from the outside world. Clyde is who he is, and that’s all there is to it. He hadn’t gone to college, and he may not know the Pythagorean theorem or the plot to Hamlet, but there is one thing he did know. And that is that his Omega is about to go into heat.

This explains the pillows and the endless fluffing and replacing he had been doing, he was making a nest. He had already placed a small mattress and draped a canopy with white Christmas lights over it, knowing that would give it a more romantic feel that his Omega would enjoy. There are various blankets laid out, all soft enough to provide comfort when he wasn’t busy making you cum on them. Heats are painful for any Omega. As an Alpha, it’s in his blood to protect and care for what’s his. Something that Clyde is happy to do. Finally pleased with the placement of everything, he adds one last touch. The stuffed animal that he had won for you on your third date. He’s made sure to rub his scent on everything he’s put inside the nest. That way whenever you breathed in, all you would smell is him—your Alpha. 

His ears pick up on the sound of your footsteps coming up the front porch. He can hear how sluggish your movements are. You’d be lucky if you made it till morning before the pain and the unbearable ache of your cunt started.  Keys jingle in the keyhole and the front door opens. Oh. The scent of you fills his home. It’s ten times stronger now that your heat is upon you. You’re probably already soaked through your panties. Thank God he finished the nest in time. “Darlin’?” He calls out to you while walking out of the bedroom. He finds you leaning against the wall by the front door. He’s beside you in an instant, arms wrapping around you so he could help you slip off your jacket. “Alpha’s here lil ‘mega. Are you alright?” You melt into his touch like butter. He was your life raft in the ocean of pain you currently find yourself in. You want nothing more than to be close to him so you bury your head into the fabric of his shirt. “Everything hurts and I’m dying.” You mumble against his chest. Clyde makes a sympathetic noise in the back of his throat. He hates that nature forces you to experience such pain. “Come with me. I have something that might help.” He doesn’t wait for a response. Just simply takes your hand and starts leading you to the bedroom. You don’t have the heart to tell him that the only thing that might help your current state is a bullet to the head. Stepping over the threshold to the bedroom, Clyde steps out of the way to reveal the cozy little nest he’d spent all afternoon constructing. You stop in your tracks, mouth falling open into a tiny ‘o’ shape. “Oh Clyde….Did….Did you do this all for me?” You look up at him with wide glassy eyes. No one had ever put this much time and effort into you before. Seeing this type of devotion from your mate only endears you to him more. You step forward to wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your nose against the center of his chest. “Thank you, Alpha. It’s perfect.” A smile twitches at the corners of Clyde’s mouth at the pride that blooms through him.  He pleased his mate. His body vibrates at the thought. He watches as you crawl into your new nest and make yourself comfortable amongst the blankets. You take a hold of one of the pillows and breathe in deeply. 

It smells like him, like warm whiskey, burning firewood and a natural musk that is innately Clyde. You put the pillow down and smile before beckoning him over. He toes off his shoes and crouches down to join you. He lets his hand travel down your leg but doesn’t say a word, just holds your gaze while taking off both of your shoes and tosses them by his. They had no place in your nest where the smell and pollution of the outside world could taint your space. With your shoes gone, he leans in and leaves a chaste kiss to your lips. He settles next to you, resting his back against the wall behind him. “Come here to me, ‘mega. Been thinkin’ bout ya all day.” You don’t hesitate to curl up between his legs and lay your head on his shoulder. A pleased hum leaves him as he wraps an arm around you. The back of your shirt has rolled up a bit, exposing just the tiniest bit of flesh. Still, Clyde can’t help but stroke his fingertips along your lower spine. His prosthetic arm rests in his lap but all the same you take his hand in yours. It never fails to make him feel loved, that you still hold his hand as if he never lost it in the first place. You on the other hand are currently struggling with wanting to fall asleep against him and the heat his touch is causing. His hand dips lower, skimming over the swell of your ass and it’s suddenly all too much. You whine his name, hands moving to grip his tee-shirt. “It’s aching Alpha. Make it better?” He hesitates, not wanting to pressure you if you need to rest, but you shift and put your legs on either side of his hips. “Please Clyde? Your Omega needs your knot.” It's all the reassurance he needs. Without warning his hands grip your ass to pull you in even closer, grinding you down against him so the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against your cunt through your leggings. “Is that so? Ya already wanna dirty up our new nest with all yer cum, huh?” Clyde smirks at you, a devilish look on his usual sweet face. His cock is starting to harden, but still he kisses you softly—to tease you and make you needier. Rationally, he knows he shouldn’t. You’re already suffering but your pleas shoot straight to his cock like nothing else could. To know you needed him, of all people to soothe you. He flips you onto your back, pinning you down to the mattress. His kiss turns passionate, his tongue molding against yours. It isn’t long before you’re pawing at his back, alerting him to the fact that you’re trying to pull his shirt over his head. With a chuckle he breaks the kiss and sits back on his knees. “Strip for Alpha, pretty girl.”

You spring into action, moving quickly to get out of your clothes. It only excites him to start ripping off his own clothes. Neither of you would be needing them anytime soon. Your panties come off and Clyde is hit with your scent at full force. So much so that it almost makes him dizzy. He grabs the innermost part of your thigh and spreads you open with a growl. “Poor girl, been drippin’ all over yerself, haven’t ya?” You whine at him, finding it difficult to form words with how frustrated you feel. He’s taking his sweet time and it’s driving you mad. Just when you’re about to lose what little control you have, he starts undoing his jeans. “Keep those open for Alpha.” He grunts, nodding his head in the direction of your legs so he could stare while pulling his hard cock from his pants. His flesh hand wraps around it, gently stroking while staring into your eyes. “Yer gonna be a good girl and do exactly what I say, ya hear?” He doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, he already knows you’ll obey. With his pants gone, he sits back against the wall and beckons you to him. “Come ride Alpha’s cock.” You scramble to your knees so you can straddle him, but Clyde stops you. “Nu-huh, not that way. Face out, towards that.” He points behind you to the full length mirror he’s placed directly facing the nest. You had been so excited about the new nest that you hadn’t noticed the mirror. The pieces start to fit together in your mind and your cheeks burn. Clyde grins at the expression on your face.  “Smart girl has it all figured out, huh?” Shyly you nod, “Alpha wants to watch as he knots me.” He holds a hand out to you so he can help you get into position without losing your balance. Once you're settled with your back facing him and the head of his length kissing your entrance he whispers in your ear. “Not just that. I want you to watch as I knot ya. I want yer eyes glued to the way I fill that cunt.”

Your breath hitches at his words, making eye contact with him in the mirror as you sink down onto him. You gasp at the feeling of him stretching you open while slipping inside. Clyde grunts, crashing his face into the crook of your neck. “Fuckkkk’ mega. Yer always so tight.” Your head falls back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. 

You feel so full….so complete. Like the two of you are puzzle pieces that are meant to fit together. Slowly you start to grind your hips forward, trying to build up momentum. “H-Help me?” Both prosthetic and flesh hands go to your hips, keeping you steady as he drags you up and down on his cock. You moan out, moving with him to bounce faster on his cock. “Oh God, Clyde. I love how good you feel inside! Hitting me s-so deep!” He growls in response, eyes darting in every direction. From your face, to your breasts, to your slick little cunt that’s currently gobbling up his hard cock. Your eyes close again and Clyde grunts. He wants you to enjoy the view just as much as he is. “Open those eyes.” He thrusts his hips up hard, forcing your eyes to snap open. “Good girl. Watch what Alpha does to ya.” His tone is stern and commanding. It has you clenching around him. His dominance never failed to make you desperate to please him. “I’m watching Alpha! I swear!” The ease at which Clyde maneuvers you on his length makes your cunt drip. He hits a particularly deep spot inside you and you nearly howl from the pleasure. You look at your reflection and watch where your bodies meet, watch him pound into you, watch the juices leak down to his balls. It does nothing but turn you on further. He catches the direction of your gaze, sees that you're fixated on the spot where you’re joined and a cocky grin spreads over his face. You were all his. “Ma lil ‘mega, she says she’s so innocent but her eyes are glued to Alpha’s cock fuckin’ her. That pretty lil cunt all open and drippin’.” Your chest heaves, trying to pull enough air into your lungs to respond but all you can manage to do is bed. “Alpha—fuck! Clyde, more, please more!” You aren’t even sure what it is you’re begging for. All you know is your body is craving release. Using your free hand, you reach up and start tugging on your nipple. It sends jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

He huffs against the skin of your shoulder, seeing you act so desperate has his cock throbbing. “That’s it, naughty girl. Look at ya being a whore for me.” It’s something he rarely calls you. So hearing it now has you gasping. Clyde nips are your earlobe, his playful mood continuing. He plants a foot onto the mattress and uses it as leverage to fuck up into you even harder. The more aggressive thrusts have your entire body bouncing a top him. “Is this what ya meant by more?” He grunts in between thrusts and pants for breath. You nod, starting to feel a familiar tightness blooming in your lower belly. You whimper out his name and lean even further back against his chest. Looking at your reflection you can see the dazed look on your face. You look like an utter deprived mess. Your hair is wild, breasts are bouncing, your mouth open in an ‘o’ shape and flesh flushed with sweat. His arm comes around your middle to keep you securely in place as your body slam together. Wet slapping sounds fill the room. “Look at how beautiful ya look. So beautiful and all mine. Say it. Tell me how beautiful ma mate is!” You hesitate and Clyde sucks on your mating gland. Despite the amount of times he’s bitten it and marked you, it still has the power to make you yelp in pleasure. “Say it.” He growls, commanding you to obey. “Say it and I’ll give ya ma knot.” You’d do anything for that. So even though your voice trembles, the words flow from you like water. “I’m beautiful. I’m Alpha’s beautiful mate!” He coos praises to you. “That’s ma girl. Go on and rub that swollen clit. Lets get ya cummin’ so you can take this knot.”  

Your hand dips down between your thighs to your clit. It pulses under your fingertips from being so stimulated. Your orgasm is indeed close and circling your fingers over your clit has your toes curling. You let out a strangled sob….moments away from the edge. “That’s it ‘mega, I’ve gotcha. Cum for me!” He reassures while trying to hold it together but watching his reflection you can see that he’s nearing his peak just as fast. His teeth are bared with sweat forming on his forehead. He looks primal and so fucking delicious. Seeing the fire in his eyes is all you need. Your orgasm hits you hard. Hard enough to make you dizzy, but just as Clyde said—he has you. You let your body focus on nothing else but the tingling numbness of your orgasm. Clyde huffs hotly, movements rougher and sloppier. A few more snaps of his hips and his knot expands at the base of his cock, stretching you out even more as he fills you up. He howls, his own pleasure overtaking him while his knot locks your bodies together. It keeps his seed inside and rushing to the only place it’s meant to go—your womb. Slowly both of your movements come to a stop. Your bodies twitch as muscles unclench and relax. He slumps back against the wall and you slump back against him. The rise and falls of your chests sync up as you come down from your highs. Through shudder breaths he manages to speak first. “Yer alright, sweet girl?” You nod, practically purring now that you’ve been knotted. The ache of your heat has momentarily subsided. With his hand to your stomach he carefully turns you both onto your sides. His knot still keeps you interlocked so he takes care not to cause his mate any discomfort from jostling you around too much.  Once you’re settled, he nuzzles you with his nose and hums words of praise. “Ma good ‘mega. Took yer Alpha’s knot so well. Made me so proud.” You purr in response and let your eyes close. He softly chuckles. “Someone’s sleepy hm? I think ma mate needs herself a nap.” “Maybe just a little one? And then after I can cum for Alpha again?” You whisper shyly. Clyde chuckles again with a nod. “Anything ya want ‘mega.”

[silverwings22]

Song of the Sea: Chapter 9: Crack of the Whip

Chapter warning: mentions of slavery, generational trauma, minor injury, complicated emotions Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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Ord Mantell was seedy in the best parts, and Shiani was comfortably confident that this was not the best parts. She stuck herself close to Tech, peeking around at every pair of curious eyes that fell on their strange little group. It must have looked out of place based on what little of the galaxy she'd seen: four men in full armor with a small child and a siren.

"Are you alright?" Tech frowned as she squished herself closer to his side. 

"Just… nervous. There’s a lot of people." She said softly. “Don't know the rules. How to act, what to say.” She kept running over how the hangar attendant had frozen in terror at her teeth, and Echo’s fingers inching towards his blaster on Salucemi. Her normal expressions scared people, and maybe she was trusted now because she’d shown her loyalty… but what did that mean they’d started off thinking? 

"You are perfectly safe." Tech assured her as they ducked down a flight of stairs, unaware of her most pressing thoughts being closer to home. "Once we meet this Cid contact, we can reevaluate our options."

"Do you know Cid?" She blinked up at him. 

"No. I am afraid not. Echo was the only one who had much contact with the Jedi… though I question the logic of using a contact we have no data on."

"The Jedi trusted them." Echo sighed, exasperated after the fifth time Tech had brought it up. He had the luxury of knowing Tech was just preoccupying himself to avoid his much-needed conversation with Shiani, but it was still a pain in the ass.

"The Jedi were exterminated." Tech grumbled. "Which very well could be the reason Cid may not help us, if he is even still here. Though…" He looked around the bar as they walked in. "It is equally likely he was arrested for various health code violations."

Shiani's boots made a crackling sound on the sticky floor and she wound her tentacles around her waist. "Ick."

"Ick indeed." Tech nodded. 

"So we came all this way for nothing?" Wrecker grumbled. 

"We just need to find Cid." Hunter sighed. "Cool it."

Omega tugged Shiani's arm lightly. "I think I know."

"Know what, Baby Mega?" Shiani followed her to the bar, where a female trandoshan was cleaning glasses.

"Can I help you, tiny?" She looked at Omega, then at the siren. "And… uh…"

"You're Cid." Omega grinned. 

"Who's asking?" The woman huffed.

"We are." Shiani smiled, trying to look friendly. "Need help. You’re a Jedi contact."

“And how do you figure that?” The trandoshan narrowed her eyes.

Shiani cocked her head to the side and hummed, watching her twitch involuntarily and buckle over the bartop. The siren’s ear fins wiggled for a moment before nodding. “I can tell.” 

Omega grinned and turned around. "Guys! We found Cid!"

The four clones had been bickering and turned around, looking dumbfounded. Omega just waved and Shiani patted her head. "You’re so smart, Baby Mega."

"Come back to the office." Cid grumbled. 

They followed her back and she settled herself behind a desk, looking at them over interlaced claws. "Never had clone deserters in my parlor before. I'm surprised you're not working for the Empire."

"We defected due to a fundamental difference in ideology, regarding the assassination of the Jedi." Tech offered.

"It's cute that you think I care." Cid rolled her eyes. 

"Rude." Shiani said softly, taking a step closer to Tech. 

Hunter got between them. He’d seen how Shiani could be after she punched the guy on Pantora, and she was especially protective of Tech. "We need information. Echo?"

The cyborg nodded and crouched by Cid's computer, scomping in to display the image of the woman who'd tried to steal Omega. 

"Oh sure, make yourself at home." Cid made a face. 

"We just need to know who she is. Do you recognize her?" Hunter ignored the jibe.

"No, but I know a bounty hunter when I see one. You guys pull a job for me and I'll see what I can find out." Cid offered.

"Job?" Shiani frowned.

"Mercenary work, Suckers." She waved off the siren's concern. "Looks like the kid is the brains of this outfit."

Shiani looked at her suction cups. "Very rude."

"You want that information or not?" 

"Fine. What do you want us to do?" Hunter groaned. Mercenary work left a bitter taste in his mouth, but it made sense. What other jobs would a group of soldiers with no army to serve in be suited for? 

Cid tossed him a data stick. "Kid named Muchi got grabbed by a group of Zygyrrian slavers. Get her back and I'll have your information. And some credits for your trouble. Got it, Dark and Broody?"

Echo disconnected with a sigh "We don't have much of a choice."

"Now you get it." Cid smirked. "Don't screw it up."

Shiani glanced between the clones and trandoshan before nodding. She'd made her decision that all of the Batch was her new family, not just Tech, and that was the only thing that mattered now. Families protected their young, which meant she'd do whatever it took to protect Omega. "We’ll find the little one."

"Get going then." Cid waved them out. 

They headed back to the ship, Hunter still grumbling under his breath about being labeled mercenaries. Shiani patted his arm. "It doesn’t matter what you call it. Even if we didn’t need the information to protect Baby Mega, rescuing Baby Much is the right thing to do."

He sighed. "Yeah… you're right. Let's do this. We've handled worse than Zygyrrian slavers."

"What's a slaver?" Omega popped into one of the deck chairs as they got aboard and Tech plugged in the data stick. 

"They capture and sell people like products." Echo shook his head. 

"That doesn't seem right…"

"It isn't."

Shiani looked down. "Sirens used to be slaves for the longnecks." She explained. "Until the Chainbreakers."

Omega hugged her tightly and Shiani gently ran her claws through the girl's blonde hair. She liked human hair, it was fun to toy with… she wondered if Tech's would be as soft under her fingers. He occasionally would rest his head against her shoulder when they spent time together in the cave, but she’d never pressed her curiosity far enough to touch. She was still holding out hope that it might happen one day. 

Tech looked over his shoulder at her as they headed for the location of the slavers; a quarry outside of Old Ord Mantell City. She looked so cute, cuddled up with his sister in her lap. He still had to figure out how to proceed with his knowledge of her affection for him. He was a practical man, and despite how much Shiani had meant to him for several years there was no guarantee that a romantic entanglement would end well. What if they made an attempt and it failed? It would damage their friendship, and possibly be detrimental to the squad. The unknown variables were disconcerting, and there had already been so much change… He was adaptable but he didn’t like it.  

“Shiani, could I speak to you in the hold for a moment?”

She nodded. "Baby Mega, let me up?"

Omega transferred her vice like cuddle to Hunter and Shiani followed Tech into the hold. He hesitated a moment when she looked up at him, smiling innocently. She always looked so happy to see him, always had from the first time he'd met her. He had half a mind to forget his original idea and just pull her close. Still, this was logical, and for the best. Tech was sure of it, and he was seldom wrong. "I have thought about what you said when we were enroute to Ord Mantell." He murmured. "Your interest in me is… flattering. But it would not be mutually beneficial, and I do not wish to put you in a disadvantageous position. I must decline anything further than our current situation. Echo made it clear that my proximity is the catalyst for your attraction, so it would be wisest to limit that proximity."

Like he'd known they would, her ear fins and tentacles drooped, and the color of her skin went pale and listless. “Limit proximity… spend less time together?”

“Unfortunately, it is necessary. You will develop other attachments and be happier in the long term.” He nodded, trying not to look into her big eyes. Eye contact made him uncomfortable at the best of times, but he couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere but at the top of her head. 

"I understand." She looked down immediately. "You’re still my best friend, right?"

"Certainly. Do not be so disappointed. You will inevitably get over it." Tech said bluntly. "And as you make additional friendships, your interest will fade. I would have made an unideal parter for you."

She grimaced. Somehow, she didn't think that was going to be a problem. "If you say so."

"I do." He felt more self assured after saying it, and lightly patted her shoulder. "Everything will be fine, Shiani." And with his piece spoken, he turned around and walked back to the cockpit. 

Shiani watched him go, more confused than anything else, and put her hand over her chest. She’d said she understood, but she really didn’t. If what she felt wasn’t real, why was it so strong? If he wasn’t the one, why were her hearts screaming for him?

Everyone noticed the lack of Shiani's usual energy and her discoloring as they landed and she followed them out, but Hunter decided now was not the time to question anything. Instead, they climbed a ridgeline and looked over with binocs at their opposition. "Twenty hostiles. Ten slaves. One kid." He grumbled. 

"That must be Muchi. She looks scared." Omega said sympathetically. "What's our plan?" 

Hunter glanced at her, then to the unhappy looking Shiani. "Well for starters, you two are going back to the ship."

"What? Why?! We're part of the squad too." Omega squeaked.

"Yes, and that means following orders from your sergeant. You and Shiani, get back to the ship." He pointed, voice firm.

Shiani didn't say anything, just held her hand out to Omega to take, and led the now tearfully frustrated girl back the way they'd come. 

Tech looked at Hunter as they got out of earshot. "I would think that Shiani's abilities would be of use on this."

"She's not focused. I'm not putting them in harm's way while she's off her game." Hunter shook his head. 

Echo crossed his arms. "She looked like she got sucker-punched in the gut. What the hell did you say to her, Tech?"

"I simply pointed out the obvious. Her interest in me is based on proximity, and if I reduce that proximity then she should get over it with time." Tech shook his head. “There is no logical benefit to a romantic relationship that our current friendship does not fulfill.”

"I thought you liked her back." Echo groaned. "Did you really logic yourself out of caring about her?"

"Of course not. It is because I care for her that I made this decision. I would make a poor partner for her, given my nature. All of you like to remind me I am blunt, obsessive with my work, and easily distracted. She deserves better than that." 

Echo groaned again. "I'm climbing up as a lookout. I need to get away from you for a minute." The cyborg promptly took off, scaling a rock wall one handed in a very impressive feat of fraternal annoyance. 

"I do not understand why Echo seems frustrated with me. It is a perfectly logical conclusion." Tech frowned. 

"Cause you're stupid." Wrecker huffed. "You probably made her cry."

"An emotional reaction is to be expected-" Tech began, but Hunter just shook his head disapprovingly. "-What?"

"First of all, Omega's not going anywhere. Second, Shiani leaves the only planet she’s ever been on and offers to sell her family heirloom for you and you don’t see anything significant there?"

The visible strip of skin behind Tech's visor turned red. "It is the logical course of- wait. What heirloom?"

"She gave me her chains to sell on Pantora." Hunter snapped. "You're not stopping this from developing any further. She's already in love with you."

"Her chains…" Tech reeled. She'd been so proud of her chains, given to her by the parents she no longer had any chance of reconciliation with. She'd said they were passed down from the lengths the last Chainbreaker in her family had escaped, still bound, with. Her last connection to her people after exile. No different than ancestral beskar on Mandalore, or a togruta's Akul-tooth headdress… 

Maybe it was Hunter's distraction at Tech's display of stupidity, or maybe Zygyrrians were just that quiet. But before any of them could react, a net was over them and stun rounds were flying. Then everyone was unconscious and being dragged away. 

"It's not fair. We're a part of the squad too." Omega was sullen and unhappy in her room in the gunner's nest, looking at Shiani as she sat at the bottom of the ladder. "Why aren't you mad too?"

"There’s no reason to be mad." The siren shrugged. "And too many other feelings… there’s no space for mad left."

Omega frowned. "What's the matter? Are you sick?"

"Not sick, just… confused.." Shiani sighed, leaning back and resting her head on the ladder steps. "Tech says I’ll get over it, but I don’t know."

"Was he mean to you? Wrecker could beat him up for you." Omega lay down on her stomach, stretching her arm out to awkwardly pat Shiani's head. 

"I don’t want anyone to hurt him. I just… Can I tell you something I’ve never said out loud to anyone before?”

Omega nodded eagerly, leaning down to look at the siren. Shiani looked up at her with soft, tired eyes. “Yeah!”

 A gentle tentacle reached up, giving Omega something like a hand to hold. "He wasn’t mean to me. Tech’s never mean. It’s just that… I’m in love with him. I can hear my hearts calling his name, but he doesn’t hear it. He doesn’t feel the same way."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing for me to do, Baby Mega." 

Omega pondered about it thoughtfully. "We could do your makeup and make you so extra pretty he can't resist!"

"Makeup? What is makeup?" Shiani blinked up at her. 

"It's stuff that goes on your face. We could do your hair and put mascara on your eyelashes?"

"I don’t have hair. Or eyelashes."

"Lipstick?" Omega pulled down her datapad and started showing Shiani something she’d pulled up on the holonet.

"That would get all over my fangs."

"Eyeshadow? It goes on your eyelids."

The clear membrane over the siren's eyes flicked to the side. "Which ones? I have four.”

Omega considered her face. "... I don’t even have makeup to use anyway. This was a dumb idea."

Shiani sighed. "It’s okay. Baby Mega. As long as he’s still my friend, I’ll be happy."

"You say that, but you look really sad." Omega felt awful. She had no idea how to help her friend. 

"I am, a little. But mostly confused." Shiani chuckled weakly. “When sirens fall in love, we just know. It’s deep down inside of us, and pours out because we can’t hold it in.” Her hands pressed against her chest like she was trying to hold the untamable feelings. “If I’m not made for Tech then why do my hearts tell me that I am?” 

"You’ll figure it out. You're smart." Omega squeezed her tentacle gently.

"Tech is smart. I’m just… full to bursting with nowhere to go. Like a scared puffer fish.” Shiani puffed her cheeks full of air.

Omega squeezed her tentacle lightly. "I think you're pretty smart."

Shiani smiled sadly, before an ear fin twitched and her skin darkened back to its usual purple. "You hear that?"

Omega frowned. "Speeder engines…?"

"Quick, up into your room." Shiani swung up and climbed the ladder, the two of them peeking around the round window. Two speeders were indeed quite close, close enough to pick out fluffy ears coming from the rider's helmets. "Zygyrrian." Shiani hissed softly. Tech had run over the many races of the galaxy in his teaching, and she had a good memory. "If Zygyrrians are here, your brothers are in trouble."

"They must be scouting the ship. If they catch us, we're done for."

"We can fight."

"If they don't report back, they'll be on alert and we'll never help the guys." Omega tugged her arm. 

Shiani softened. "Right. We’ll have to escape and find your brothers.” She ran her tongue over her fangs. They didn’t have any physical weapons, just her claws and teeth. She wished she’d kept that blaster she’d stolen on Salucemi, now.

"We'll think of something. We're smart, remember?" Omega smiled weakly. 

Shiani nodded. "Okay. When they open the ramp, we’ll drop out of the hatch here. They won’t hear us over the ramp hinges, and we can make a run for it."

They crouched, ready and anxious until they heard the ramp lowering and they could drop out of the gunner's hatch. They took off for the ridgeline they'd initially spotted the slaver camp as fast as possible. 

Omega still had the binocs Hunter had given her, and peeked over the edge. "Uh oh…"

"Let me see." 

The girl passed her the eye gear and she peeked through. Sure enough, the four clones were tied up and collared, back to back and stripped of their gear.

Old stories, long forgotten but still felt intergenerational trauma flickered past Shiani's eyes at the sight of Tech in a collar and cuffs. It was so wrong, it made her stomach curdle with a sickening mix of horror and white hot rage. Maybe Tech didn't love her, but she loved him. And nobody was going to hurt him like that and get away with it. 

She ground her teeth so hard she was sure her fangs would snap, tentacles bunching under her pulsing blue rings. "We’ll get them back. Get those things off." She had to force herself to get a grip on herself, not wanting to scare Omega.

Omega nodded, looking around. "We'll have to sneak up on them."

The siren's claws drummed on the rocks. She scrolled through her catalog of memories, trying to remember what Tech had said about Zygyrrians. "They have good hearing. No good to approach on foot, they’ll hear us coming."

Omega pointed up at an old mining pulley rig in the air. "What about from above?"

Shiani smiled. "You’re so smart, Baby Mega"

Tech's mind was racing more than usual. They were trapped, separated from their gear, and likely to be sold into servitude before they could get out of this mess. Worse, without their comms they couldn't alert the girls of trouble. Scouts would go back to their ship. Omega and Shiani would be captured. They as soldiers might survive slavery long enough to make an escape, but a child? 

And he didn't even want to think of what kind of zoo or menagerie they'd sell a nearly uncontacted species like Shiani to. 

"Anything, Tech?" Hunter muttered as Wrecker kept yanking at his collar. 

"Predominantly anxiety."

"So much for being the smart one." Wrecker grumbled. 

"I have no data to compare this to. This is not a standard military operation." Tech hissed. He was trying to swallow down rising panic the way he usually did, by pushing it into a box in his head and moving forward with the practical aspects of the mission. It had worked since he was a cadet, separating his feelings to be processed later from his actions to be dealt with now. It was significantly harder with Omega and Shiani being in danger.

"And we already determined he was a genius idiot." Echo couldn't help but snark. "We really could have used that early warning system of Shiani's here. But you had to break up with her."

"I did not break up with her. We were not together." Tech groaned. 

Hunter huffed. "Quit bickering and let him think. We need to find a way to warn the girls, or we're all screwed. They're our best bet out of here."

Tech sighed, looking up for some form of inspiration. And he found it, though it made his stomach sink nauseatingly. "That will not be necessary. Look at 4 o'clock, Hunter. Do not make it obvious."

He'd never seen a more beautiful sight in his life as a determined little siren climbing a pulley line like a sloth, with an equally hard eyed blonde girl strapped to her back like a rucksack held by tentacles. They were moving quickly, and when they reached the end of the rope Shiani set Omega down and dropped silently beside her. 

Echo smirked. "Oh, you owe her big time."

"Clearly." Tech couldn't even find it in him to be annoyed at the teasing. Why did Shiani look so good upside down, lean muscles taut and primed? 

Shiani knelt in front of Omega once they were under the cover of the cliff rocks. "I’ll distract them. You find a way to free your brothers… something that goes boom." She was hoping the girl would find explosives, something to buy them time to get weapons and get both themselves and the slaves they'd been tasked to free out of here. "Throw it as far away from you as you can, so you don’t end up like Wrecker."

Omega nodded seriously. "Yes ma'am. But what are you going to do? You don't have a weapon either."

Shiani grinned, showing her four fangs without splitting her mouth.She didn’t want to frighten the girl. "Siren are never unarmed."

Omega nodded, skirting the narrow ledge down to the backside of the camp. Shiani peeked from above, considering her options. She'd need to get close to use her natural weaponry… which meant taking a running leap into a circle of slavers.

"Here goes nothing." She muttered and jumped. But it wasn't nothing, was it? No, this was everything. This was impossible odds and a fight for freedom, with nothing but what the Song itself had given her at her hatching. This was chainbreaking in the name of family and clan.

This was exactly what it meant to be a Kaminoan siren. 

She landed in the middle of a circle of Zygyrrians, latching her tentacles around every neck she saw and taking swipes with her claws. The immediate ruckus had the whole camp running towards her, the crack of electro whips sending a chill up her spine. 

She was dogpiled, strangling limbs and flailing claws pinned to the ground as she kicked and fought. "My my my. What do we have here? I've never seen anything like you." The leader, a scar-faced male holding a whip, walked over and jammed the hilt under her chin to inspect her face. "You'd fetch quite a price."

She hissed and snapped, teeth raking his wrist jaggedly through her open cheek. "Not for sale."

He hauled off and backhanded her, sending her neck snapping back. "We'll see how feisty you are after a while."

Shiani licked her split lip, blue blood running down her chin. "You won’t see anything for long." 

"What's that supposed to mean, you little bitch?" He snarled. 

Behind him, Tech was yelling at the top of his lungs for the Zygyrrian to get away from her, half strangling himself on his collar in an uncharacteristic desperation. Shiani just smiled thinly. "That bite itch yet?"

The slaver looked down at the grazes she'd left on his wrist and paled. That quickly, the veins around it looked sickly green and were visibly darkening up his arm and down his hand. "You're venomous?!"

She clicked her teeth together threateningly in reply. 

"Hold her down and pull her fucking teeth out. Medic, I need a-" His orders were cut off by a cage door opening. A dull roar echoed through the campsite before a half-grown rancor came barreling through and targeting every Zygyrrian it saw. 

Shiani sat up when it knocked them off her and looked over to see Omega holding the peg that had kept the rancor caged. She grinned. "That's a big boom!"

Omega whooped and ran over, she and Shiani pulling the cuffs and collars off the clones. "Are you all okay?" She squeaked.

Hunter nodded, ruffling her hair before grabbing his gear. "Stay with Echo. I'll handle the ringleader." He took off at high speed after the leader who’d hopped on a speeder to escape. 

Shiani was unhooking the collar from Tech. "If Hunter would just wait, he wouldn’t have to chase…" 

"I was unaware you were venomous…" Tech rubbed his throat when it came off, suddenly embarrassed he'd lost his composure now that she was safe. 

"It won’t kill him. It’s made for prey." Shiani shrugged. "But something his size will still black out and be sore. My brother bit me once when we were kids. So itchy."

Wrecker grinned. "Let's go get Muchi and get out of here."

They gathered their gear and jogged over to the other prisoners. Omega grinned at the little Falleen girl. "You're safe now, Muchi."

The man next to her shook his head. "Not Muchi. Muchi!" He pointed at the rancor.

Shiani blinked. "... oh."

Echo sighed. "We'll get these guys out of here on those speeders. Wrecker, do your thing."

Wrecker took off to wrestle a rancor, Echo and Tech getting the freed prisoners onto the speeders and heading back towards civilization. Shiani stood watching Wrecker, hands on her hips and tentacles crossed at her waist.

Tech walked over to stand beside her, shaking his head at the spectacle. "You okay? Your neck…" She asked quietly. 

"Yes. Are you?" He frowned, turning to examine her. She was dusty and her lip still bled sluggishly, with a rising bruise discoloring her purple cheek to a nasty greenish-blue. "He hit you quite hard…"

"I’m okay." She nodded, letting him look over her face. When he reached out to gently turn her head, she tried not to lean into it too much. She couldn't let her feelings be his problems, she'd promised herself. 

"You did not need to put yourself in so much direct danger, Shiani. They could have killed you."

"I’m not scared to die." She looked up at him. "But I hated seeing that collar on you." She swallowed hard. “You’re not meant to be a slave, Tech.”

Tech could hear Hunter's accusatory voice, telling him she was already in love with him. "But you were hurt."

"You can’t stop me from caring, Tech. That’s what friends do." She smiled softly. “You’d have done it for me.”

He sighed and looked over at Wrecker, who was by now exhausted. Echo lolled his head lazily from the scene to Tech, cocking his hip slightly. 

"I would." Tech admitted, ignoring his brother in favor of looking at the siren. 

"Then it’s okay. We look after each other." She patted his arm, though she didn’t let her touch linger despite how she wanted to.

Hunter came back with a groan. "How long has Wrecker been at this?"

"Long enough Tech had a feeling. He's losing his touch." Echo snickered. 

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Alright, Wrecker. Pack it in."

Omega ran over as the rancor and her brother dropped, patting the creature on the nose. "Good girl, Muchi. You'll behave in the ship, won't you?"

Tech bit back a chuckle. "All she needed to do was pet it to end an adolescent rancor rampage?"

"She’s good at making friends." Shiani laughed, nudging Tech playfully. "Maybe you need to take lessons?"

"It is bad enough Echo and Hunter are mocking me, Shiani. Don't you start!"

When they'd returned Muchi to her rightful owner, Hunter went into the bar to talk to Cid. Omega and Wrecker decided to poke around the city some, so Tech took Shiani back to the ship to tend to her face.

"Bacta stings." She mumbled, sitting on the edge of his bunk as he dabbed the compound on her lip. "Tastes like ick."

"You are not supposed to lick it." He smiled faintly. "Hold still, I am nearly done."

She sat still under his hands until her lip closed, and he wiped her face with a damp cloth to get the dried blood off. "All better." She chirped.

"Yes. All better." His hand lingered a little too long on the side of her neck before dropping into his lap. 

She got up and gave him a warm smile. "I can go clean up the hold. You should rest, and put some bacta on your neck. You had a hard day.”

“As did you.” He frowned. “The hold can wait.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “You hate messes, Tech. We had … what was Muchi, again?”

“A rancor.”

“We had a baby rancor in the hold. That’s a big mess. Let me fix it for you.” She bounced off with a determined expression that mirrored the one he’d seen when she was crossing the pulley line at the quarry. He watched her go with a hard swallow that reminded him his throat was sore. Why did he suddenly feel like begging her to stay for a minute, while they were alone… he’d told himself reducing proximity would be beneficial. 

Down in the hold, Shiani cleaned up the evidence of a rancor passenger and put everything right again before going to the tailgun to sit. Night was falling, and the lights of Ord Mantell City were coming on as the sky went dark. She hugged her knees and looked out at them for a long time, resting her chin on her folded arms. There hadn’t been a lot of quiet time since she’d left Kamino, bouncing from emotional and physical body blows. But this was peaceful, and she could examine the places her hearts hurt next to the gratitude she felt for everything else. 

From the fresher, where Tech was examining his bruised throat in the mirror, he heard a soft lilting song. It was no words he recognized, almost as if the singer were an instrument themselves, but rose and fell like the waves lapping at a hidden beach of a flooded planet he’d spent so much time on. It rattled through his bones, drawing to mind things he thought would bring peace of mind. A comfortable bed, soft starlight, a warm embrace with a round cheek pressed between his shoulder blades and a purple arm slung over his waist-

No, wait. 

He shook himself out of the daydream and stuck his head around the door. “Shiani?”

“Yes, Tech?” She called back, and he saw her peek out from behind the tailgun seat. 

He couldn’t help himself, and he was an idiot for it, but they were alone and he missed the closeness already. “May I join you back there?”

She nodded, picking up the blanket draped over her shoulders on one side so he could get under it too. “Of course. Love spending time with you.”

Tech ducked under the blanket, shoulder to shoulder with her. She rested her cheek on her knees, head turned to look at him with a smile lingering on her lips. “It has… been a difficult day.” He said faintly, wishing the lump in his throat would go away. She was awful for his anxiety, because for some reason he couldn’t separate it from the facts in her presence. 

She nodded, still looking up at him. “Yeah. But we made it out okay.”

“Did we?” He glanced back at the lights she’d been admiring, avoiding her eyes again. “It was brought to my attention that I may have severely upset you with my decision, prior to the rancor incident.”

She shrugged. “I told you I didn’t expect anything of you. I’m here, further from home than any siren has ever been, because you are my friend. Why wouldn’t I be grateful?” She gestured at the lights ahead of them. “Look at this, Tech. After four years in exile, who could ever ask for more? I have your family who’s kind to me, a place on a starship, a view like this, and my best friend beside me. More than I thought I’d ever have before the day we left.”

He looked at her curiously. “So you and I are fine?”

“We always will be. Nothing you can do that will make me not be your friend.” She said softly. “Promise.”

He sighed with relief and lifted his arm up, knowing she’d tuck herself under it like she always did. Her arm hesitantly moved around behind his lower back, hand resting on his hip as she held on in return. “That is good to hear. I do not like the thought of upsetting you… Wrecker suggested I might have made you cry.”

She shook her head, comfortably leaning against him. “Didn’t cry. I don’t like this ‘limit proximity’ idea though. Do we have to do that?”

“I think it can be reconsidered. I do not like it either.” He agreed. “It was difficult enough to spend time in your company during the war. This may be the one improvement to our previous situation… I do not want to lose you.” 

She nodded, wiggling a little closer. This wasn’t what she wanted most of all, but she’d be content as long as she was by his side. “Never will, Tech.”

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RATE ARCHIE, THE HOT EVIL PIRATE MAN

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This was a long time coming... One that I have put away for so long because I wrote 3 episodes but all of them got deleted and I didn't have motivation after that BUT I AM BACK with popular demand cuz one person I like got excited when I said I was trying to write another episode of this and that gave me the motivation I was so ready to never do this again

Come on, come all to; Yinny rates man~ Episode 3

Archie; The leader of team aqua and my enemies-to-lovers awakening

No, no. That's ugly, I'm talking about the yassified version of him.

Ah, yes. That's better. Is Archie even Archie without his half-opened bodysuit, his overly-large mega necklace, tiny black half-skirt made out of net, weird but cool connected boots, and (for some reason) exposed left bicep?

Like, seriously, why is it exposed. Why does he have a gash there? Is that high fashion? Am I too poor to understand it? I dunno bro-

Back to the topic: With broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and a bosom bigger than any woman I have ever met, this neoprene-clad hunk of pure muscle beef pie with 0.2 percent of body fat was and still is the most simped after evil team leader to ever exist.

Well, can you blame them?

I'm just saying, never google this man's name in Pinterest/DeviantArt/google images or whatever else you use to look up your sick little fantasies. Not because people will think you are a team aqua grunt, oh no, it's much worse because they will think you are a simp with mommy issues that need someone to take care of you.

Put down that body pillow, this man's taken.

Other than his striking physique, over-the-top facial expressions, big mommy milkers that you bury your head between, and a fucking crobat that shows he has good inside that water-boarded heart, the reason he has this many simps?

His rivalry with the most twink looking man to ever exist. You already know who I'm talking about but I'm gonna say it anyway: Maxie What can I say, a blue-coded hothead and a red-coded nerd are always destined to be together. The sexual tension between these two is even higher than the tension between me and bashing my head against the wall. Final verdict; Over the top hunk man with a potential heart of gold, an enemies-to-lovers arc and, let's be honest, the world being covered in water is MUCH better than not having any water at all because that's stupid since we need it to live 9/10he lost one point cuz I don't understand the fucking gash on his arm.

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hii, if you write for luke skywalker, could i have a luke and reader fic where instead of luke fighting the dark troopers alone in the mandolorian season 2, the reader fights with him? they get grogu and he sees reader and grogu cuddled up and having a nap one day and cant help but wonder who pretty she looks with a child especially his child ;)?? thats when he realizes his feelings for her and confesses??

sorry if its too long!!! Totally fine if you dont want to write it but thanks!!

power of two | l.s.

Luke Skywalker x reader

Word Count: 798

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, (heavy) angst, action and violence, and frankly Luke being the best Jedi he can be. 

A/N: Hi @acupnoodle 👋🏻 Thank you for sending in a request and I hope you enjoy!

Your hand started to shake uncontrollably as you removed the hilt of your weapon from the hook on the leather belt attached to your waist. Taking in a staggered breath, you tried to control the giant wave of emotions that were threatening to overtake your core. 

Noticing your sudden sense of peril, Luke pulled his hood up, and stood in front of you. Holding your closed hand in his own, he silently gazed into your eyes. 

“Nothing will happen to you. But I need you to take point, Y/N.” He advised, before letting go of your hand. 

Glancing down at your copper with a few leather straps braided around the base, you knew what you had to do. 

After all, you had the blue lightsaber. 

Taking the charge, you sprinted towards the few Dark Troopers who remained in a corner, twirling your saber to block thier various blaster shots. Slicing the droids in half, you followed Luke’s commands until the hallway seemed to open up into the vacuum of space. 

Placing his hand on your wrist, you both glanced at one another, before a bolt of pain hit your left shoulder. Falling to the ground, Luke took the charge and began pushing away the droids with the Force. Clutching onto your shoulder, your vision became blurry as Luke’s guidance burned into the back of your mind. 

‘Get back up. Always get back up.’ 

Wincing through the pain, you stood from your spot on the floor and trading places with Luke until the two of you reached an elevator. Boarding the elevator, the two of you quickly weaved through the rest of the Dark Troopers without a hitch, but the real challenge was to begin. 

*****

A few days had passed since Grogu came into your life and while it took time, he was starting to warm up to you. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but he loved the energy you brought out in people, especially Luke. While Luke immediately wanted to start training, you wanted to take things slow, starting with healing yourself. 

Grogu admired you from afar as you levitated in the air, just a few inches off the ground, focusing on your powers. Reaching out with the Force, you became acquainted with its healing properties, and the wound on your shoulder disappeared like it never happened. However, reaching this feat of strength weakened your energy, and always made you exhausted. So you proposed a nap to let Grogu get some rest. 

Walking into the makeshift camp that you and Luke had set up just days prior, he slowly stopped at the edge of your tent to discover you and Grogu fast asleep inside. Smiling to himself, his bright blue eyes scanned everything about you. 

From the way you were laying with your hand resting against Grogu’s tiny body, how you were resting comfortably on your side, and you haven’t taken off your boots. Even to the way your chest rose and fell from your calm breathing, you were alive. The sight of you caused something to flutter in Luke’s chest, and it seemed like Grogu had become your child, as well as his child. 

He knew what he had to do next, and this decision was his top priority.

*****

The sun began to set, filling the sky with deep oranges and pinks whilst you followed Luke deeper into the bamboo forest. You could tell he had something up his sleeve, but you had no clue as to what it was. Trailing closely behind him, Luke stopped in a small clearing overlooking the vast green forest beyond the training course that was nearly finished. 

Admiring the view, Luke couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you, enjoying your reaction. Glancing back at him, his gaze fractured through your soul, causing you to catch your breath. 

“What is it?” You ask, feeling your brows slightly furrow. 

“This has been on my mind for a while now. And it’s the only thing I can think about when I’m awake, while I’m sleeping, or with R2. I know the Code controls how we live, but we can act differently. I can be different, I know I am.” Luke explains, inching closer to you, surrounding his palms against your elbows. 

“I know you’re different, Luke. I’m not blind to it and you are one of the best Jedi I’ve ever seen. So what’s wrong?” You replied, soaking in his speech. 

“I love you, Y/N. I always have and I know that we can accomplish the impossible together.” Luke declares, tightening his grip around your elbows.

A smile overtakes your lips as you laugh in relief. Collapsing his arms around you, Luke held you tightly as the sun dipped behind the multiple mountains, knowing that you truly loved him. 

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To The Victor Chapter Two - Tell Me Your Name

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

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

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

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

Chapter Two: Tell Me Your Name

Word Count: 3752

Masterlist

To The Victor Masterlist

Emma wasn’t sure how long she slept, but damn if it wasn’t the best sleep of her entire life. Sunlight streaked through the gap in the curtains suggested it was morning, or maybe afternoon? Who cares? Her body felt delightfully used, tiny aches and twinges reminded her of a night spent having the most intense sex of her life. She stretched languidly, like a lazy cat that got the cream. When her movements met resistance, she froze. The warm, hard body pressed up against her back brought a Cheshire grin to her lips. One of his massive legs was thrown over both of hers and the arm wrapped around her waist held her firmly in place. Possessive, even in sleep. Emma ghosted her fingers over the hand resting against her stomach. Strong hands, dusted in faint freckles and light, golden hair. Talented too if last night was any indication.

I wonder what else he can do with his hands…

The voice in her ear was deep and husky from sleep, “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, turning over in his grasp so she could face him. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His eyes were half-mast, and he gave her a sleepy smile, “Mmm, it’s okay. Good way to wake up.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back, not yet ready to release her from his arms “You sleep good?”

She nodded, feeling inexplicably shy. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was well and truly mated to a stranger. Emma was used to initiating her sexual encounters, being the Alpha and staying in control. Most of them were brief and casual, her professional life didn’t leave room for much else. This was a whole different deck of cards. Doubts that were pushed aside in the vcdr4 night were now edging forward in the light of day.

Although the bond between them was still fresh, Dean could feel her unease. There was worry there. “’Mega? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” was the quick reply, not wanting to upset him. “I just didn’t want to ruin the mood… bathroom.” She said with a self-deprecating eye roll.

He studied her face intensely then grunted and let the subject drop for the moment. “Yeah, of course.”

She leaned in and gave him an enthusiastic kiss before extracting herself from his hold.

Dean watched her slide gracefully out of the bed. Semi-hard just catching a glimpse of her naked form before she scooped up his discarded t-shirt from the floor. It swallowed her small frame, sadly obscuring her fantastic curves from his view. He couldn’t help himself from reaching out and catching her hand. When she turned to look down at him, his heart stopped. God, she’s beautiful. Her dark hair was tangled, lips swollen, eyes luminous. She looked like an angel.

“Tell me your name, ‘Mega mine.”

She a warm blush crept into her cheeks and her stomach fluttered. ‘Mega mine. He had called her that last night. Somehow it hadn’t even crossed her mind that they never got around to exchanging names. She smiled softly, “It’s Emma.”

A feeling of rightness settled within him as he toyed with her slender fingers. He was certain he would remember this moment for the rest of his life. The rest of his life with her.

“Emma,” he grinned, testing the feel of it. He brought her hand to his lips, keeping eye contact while he brushed a tender kiss across her knuckles. “I’m Dean.”

On the surface, it was innocent, taken right from the pages of any fairytale. Yet somehow, this gesture was far more intimate than what they had shared last night. No one had ever been so soft with her, so romantic. In that moment, she felt treasured.

God, he’s beautiful. He looked up at her like a knight pledging his life to his queen. She sank back down onto the mattress and studied his face, committing it to memory. It was so hard to explain, the connection, the feeling deep down in her soul that this was her mate. She knew him in this life and would know him in the next. Yet, he was a stranger. So much to discover, so much to come! How wonderful!

She ran her hand over his beard-covered cheek, and she pressed a kiss to his lips, “Hi, Dean.”

“Hi,” he returned, chuckling when she bit her lip and blushed deep pink all the way up to the roots of her hair.

The things he could do to her just saying one word! Emma slid off the bed as her fanciful musings were interrupted by her insistent bladder. “I, ah. I’ll just be a minute.”

Dean followed the sway of her hips with great appreciation as she crossed the room, shutting the bathroom door behind her. “Emma,” he said to himself as he laced his fingers together behind his head and leaned against the headboard. “My Omega.”

A quick search of the elegant bathroom produced toothpaste and a hairbrush. Small bars of hotel soap emblazoned with a familiar crest caught her attention. The Ritz Carlton.

Well at least now I know where I am.

Emma had to laugh at herself as she tried to work through the tangled mess on top of her head. She hadn’t given it a second thought when Dean carried her through the streets. He could have taken her anywhere, after all, he was a stranger. Now here she was trying to piece together information about him before her heat took over and clouded her mind again. She picked up a bottle of expensive cologne from the vanity and gave it a tentative sniff. Subtle, clean, and complimentary to his natural scent.

Nice to know my Alpha has decent taste. God… my Alpha! How did that happen?!

The reflection staring back at her was a far cry from the sleek businesswoman she projected during the work week. This woman was wanton, rumpled. Dean’s heady scent clung to her skin. Small bruises on her hips where he had dug in his fingers. Kiss-swollen lips. Mouth-shaped marks on her throat, breasts, and collarbone where he had sucked and nipped. She was a mess, but damn if she didn’t look and feel more alive than she ever had in her life!

Her fingers went to the raised mark on her neck where Dean had claimed her. It should be tender, but it wasn’t. Her Alpha had done a good job cleaning it, hardly any blood was left behind. She should be upset, nervous, at uncertainty this would bring, the upheaval in her life. Perhaps that would come later.

Emma never expected to be claimed, she certainly never expected to like it. She committed herself to being an Alpha, to running her family’s business, to doing what was expected of her. Her work was her life. Some would call it an obsession, but to her it was duty. It never occurred to her that there was another choice. There was never any time to dwell on it, perhaps that was by design. If she never allowed herself to wonder about what if, then she would never ache for something she would never have.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, yet here she was. A claimed Omega. She had been warned against it by her parents and the family doctor who had altered her presented status when she was just sixteen. It was supposed to be dangerous. Hell, it was supposed to be lethal.

Were they wrong or had they just lied to her all these years? Because she didn’t feel like she was on death’s doorstep. She felt more powerful and sure of herself now than she ever did pretending to be something else. The fear and uncertainty never came, instead Emma felt completely settled. As if she had an answer to a question never asked. If this was what being claimed meant, how could it be a bad thing?

It wasn’t going to be easy; it was going to complicate everything. Emma grinned and her cheeks flushed with excitement as she thought of the Alpha waiting for her to return. What a delightful complication it was!

Dean was scouring the room service menus when she returned. Grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, he had his back to her, and he didn’t turn at her approach. She paused, quietly taking the opportunity to observe. Details of him that escaped her notice in the throes of passion were prominent now. Those sweet freckles were scattered across the tanned skin of his shoulders. They added a softness to muscles she knew to be firm and unyielding. His long legs were bowed, and his feet were bare. Dark blonde hair spiked in tufts due to sweat and her tugging on it in her urgency. He turned slightly and she could see his lips moving a bit, his brows scrunching up as he considered the breakfast options.

Emma leaned against the doorframe and smiled fondly. Gosh, he’s cute!

At last, sensing her stare, Dean looked up and snapped the menu book closed as if he had been caught reading something he shouldn’t. “Hey! So, I was thinking full breakfast, bacon, waffles, the works. Then I thought you might like pizza, or we could go all out and have surf ‘n turf. They’ve got salads too, if you’re into rabbit food.”

Christ, Dean! Stop babbling, you sound like a freaking teenager!

Damn if he didn’t feel like one too. His heart sped up and his palms got sweaty just looking at her. Wearing his shirt and his mark. His.

“Anything you want, Omega” he chuckled, giving himself over to the feeling of Cupid’s arrow in his heart. He spread his arms wide, as if to encompass the world. “I’ll give you anything.”

The Alpha’s pledge was not lost on Emma and the Omega within sighed happily. She was a capable woman; she never needed a man, Alpha or no. Her self-reliance and independence were qualities she prided herself on. Built her company on, built her reputation on, built her whole life on. Yet, she couldn’t deny how nice it felt to have someone else take over, even if for something as simple as getting dinner.

“Dessert.”

Mesmerized, he watched her saunter towards him in that confident way women did when they tapped into their sexual power. In moments like this, he could easily see how Cleopatra had gotten Caesar to do her bidding. Dean would surely topple empires for his Omega.

Emma slid her palms up his chest as his arms came around her. “You’ve got a taste for something sweet?” he asked.

“Pie.” She grinned, eyes dancing, her tongue peeking out from between her teeth.

He chuckled at the quick reply, “My favorite, we must be made for each other.”

She dropped her gaze to focus on the constellation like freckles scattered across his collarbones. She knew it deep in her gut and it was reinforced every time she saw him, touched him. Dean was her Alpha. It was as certain to her as the sun rise, yet there was a nagging doubt in her mind. Not everyone believed in true mates. Hell, until a few hours ago, she would have doubted it herself.

“You feel it too then?” She meant to sound sultry and confident. Instead, it came out vulnerable and shy. Absurd, considering the night they had spent together. Maybe it was the bond coming from the claim, maybe it her inner Omega nature. She simply couldn’t pretend with him.

“I caught your scent five blocks away and when I saw you… there’s not a doubt in my mind. There is no one else. We’re true mates, Emma.” He crooked his finger under her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. “I’ve been looking for you my whole life.”

“I wasn’t sure… most people don’t believe. Think its all silly kid stuff. Fairy tales.”

Dean could feel the uncertainty and worry flowing through their bond. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms to soothe her. “I don’t think its silly kid stuff. Do you?”

She shook her head, but there was still something lingering there. Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on it and that upset him. He was the Alpha, it was his job to make it right, whatever it was. But he couldn’t do that if he didn’t know what the problem was. His mind started to race, and he found himself frowning at the possibility that this had been a mistake. It’s not as if they had discussed it beforehand.

“I know this all happened fast and we don’t know each other. Not really.” His fingers found the mark he left on her mating gland. “If you regret this, if you don’t want this, we can find a way to undo it.”

His stomach clenched at the very thought of it and the Alpha within him howled. No! My Omega! Mine! It took every bit of strength and resolve to even speak of it, but he would. He would do whatever it took to make her happy, even if that meant gutting himself in the process. That was the depth of the bond, so new and yet more powerful than anything he had ever experienced.

He swallowed thickly, “It’s not easy, but it can be done.”

Her eyes shot up and she chewed nervously on her lip. She had heard of such procedures. Rare and dangerous, they were only used in the most extreme circumstances. If one’s mate died unexpectedly, sometimes the Alpha or Omega left behind would grieve the loss so acutely that they would have the bonding gland removed. It was the only way to find relief from the pain. And even so, the mate left behind would be left numb and never able to bond with anyone else. Emma shuddered to think about it.

“Is… is that what you want? To break the bond?”

“No! Not at all. But I can feel something is bothering you. If it’s not the claim, then what is it?” Dean gently tugged her in close, coaxing her nose close to the crook of his neck where his scent would be strongest.

He held her firmly until he could feel her take a deep breath and relax into him. “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”

“There’s nothing wrong,” She murmured against his chest, enjoying the warmth and stability she found there. “It’s just that I never really considered the possibility.”

“The possibility of true mates?”

“Of being claimed.” She clarified. “I suppose that sounds strange coming from an Omega, I just didn’t think about it. And now that I am…. It’s different.”

“Different good or different bad?” Dean dared to ask.

Her smile was slow to bloom, but it was genuine. As if she were surprised at her own feelings on the matter. “Different good. Really good.”

He blew out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You really know how to worry a guy, you know that?”

“Sorry,” she chuckled.

He chuckled too when he heard her stomach growl loudly. “So, pie huh?”

“French silk. The Ritz has the best in the city.”

“Alright,” he agreed, brushing his lips over hers before releasing her. “I better order extra; you’re going to need your strength.”

Emma padded over to the kitchenette where Dean had already brewed a pot of coffee. Normally that would be her preference, but the incredibly bitter smell had her seeking out something milder. A quick search produced a selection of tea bags that sounded far better. She listened idly to Dean making the room service order while her mug of water warmed in the microwave. Typical Alpha, he was ordering enough to feed the armies of Genghis Khan!

Lord, I’m cold! She thought with a shiver. Maybe the air conditioner is malfunctioning.

She rubbed her hands together while she watched the mug go round the turntable. So cold, freezing actually. Like ice water running through her veins. But that was wrong, she was in heat. Aptly named. Omegas in heat were never cold, they often ran fevers and had intense sweats during that process. Was this different because she had suppressed her cycle for so long?

Suddenly, a burning pain shot through the claim mark. Her hand flew to the spot, urgently trying to rub the pain out, but it only got worse. When the room began to spin, she panicked.

“Dean.”

The Alpha glanced over at the sound of his name. The distress flowing through their bond went straight to his gut. He closed the distance between them in three long strides. “’Mega, what’s wrong?”

She blinked slowly up at him, and her knees gave as the color drained from her face. “Dean.”

With his quick reflexes, Dean had her in his arms and held tightly against his chest. His protective instincts flaring as she shook in his grasp, whimpering softly.

“Baby, talk to me,” he begged, placing her on a low couch. Her beautiful midnight eyes squeezed closed on a grimace of pain. His hands urgently searched her over for the cause, “Is it your heat? Are you sick?”

Emma knew this was a reaction to being claimed, all the signs were there. She shivered violently and could feel her body shutting itself down. God, it was happening quick! Her chattering teeth made her words waver, “No, I need… need phone. My phone… pocket”

Dean scrambled to the bedroom. Her clothes along with his own were strewn across the floor, but luck was on his side. The hoodie sticking out from under the bed had a side zipper pocket that housed a sleek smart phone. He grabbed a blanket from the bed on his way and ran back to her side.

By the time he came back, she could barely keep her eyes open. The shivering had stopped, everything seemed to be slowing down. Shock, she supposed. She couldn’t quite feel Dean the way that she had before, it was as if their bond was shrinking, fading away. The burning of the mark was gone as well. She barely registered the blanket he tucked around her. Everything seemed so far away. But she could hear him talking to her and when she finally got her eyes to focus, she saw his green ones staring back, filled with worry.

Dean placed a hand on her forehead, gently smoothing her hair back. “’Mega, I’m calling a doctor, alright? I’m going to get you some help.”

She shook her head weakly. Her fingers were icy as she took the phone from his hand. “No,” she rasped, using every bit of energy she had to punch in the code that unlocked the screen. “Jess… sister. Call Jess. She knows… what to… do.”

When her eyes fluttered shut and the phone dropped from her lax fingers, Dean’s heart clenched with fear. “Emma?! Baby?” He nearly stopped breathing himself, until her saw the shallow rise of her chest.

Common sense said that 911 was the obvious number to call or even the front desk. A world class hotel like this one likely had a doctor on call. Still, she had been insistent, and she trusted him to take care of her. He hesitated only for a moment then scrolled through her contact list and found a listing for Jess.

The line rang twice before a perky, feminine voice answered, “Emmy?”

“Is this Jess?”

The easy tone changed to one of hostile suspicion, “Who the hell is this?”

“My name’s Dean, are you Emma’s sister?”

“Yeah, where is…?”

Desperate to move things along, Dean cut her off, “She’s here but she passed out… I don’t know, she’s sick or something. Told me to call you for help.”

“What?! What the hell is going on?!”

“Listen lady, I don’t have time to walk you through the damned details! My Omega needs help and if you don’t tell me what to do for her, I’m going to call 911.” Dean threatened, malice laced his words, his Alpha front and center. The instinct to protect and care for his mate took over every rationale.

Jess matched his tone with a stern one of her own, “Well you better make time and tell me… wait a minute… are you a fucking Alpha?! Did you claim her?!”

Something in the way Jess said those words heightened Dean’s panic. This was bad, and he had no idea just how bad it was. Foreboding pricked up his spine and dread settled in his stomach. “Yes, what damned difference does that make?”

“Listen to me very carefully, Emma can’t be claimed. It’s hard to explain and too late now anyway but calling a regular doctor won’t help.” Jess took a calming breath, “Where are you?”

“The Ritz Carlton, room 307.”

“I’m sending our family doctor, he’s been treating her since she was a kid,” Jess explained, she struggled to keep the tears from her voice. Her sister needed her to be strong, “I know your Alpha machismo won’t want him anywhere near her, but please. If you care about Emmy at all, you’ll let him do what he can.”

She abruptly hung up, presumably to call the doctor. Dean carefully set the phone down on the table, making sure it was set to ring incase Jess called back. Half of him hoped she would, the other half was afraid of what other information she would have if she did. As it was, he was far from reassured. In fact, he was fucking terrified.

He sank down onto the edge of the coffee table next to the sofa. With elbows on knees and his head in his hands, he prayed. He wasn’t a religious man, but his mother had been adamant about instilling a foundation of faith in both him and his brother. It was his mother that his thoughts drifted to now, if he had an angel looking out for him, it would be Mary Winchester.

Please… I can’t lose her now. I’ve only just found her. Please, Mom, tell me I’m doing the right thing here. We’re just getting started…

He abruptly crossed to the main door and made sure it was unlocked for the doctor, then did the only thing he could. He sat on the sofa and settled his unconscious mate on his lap. Dean nuzzled the crook of her neck and tried not to be even more worried when he found her delicate scent fading.

[kingsansa]

"I have it outlined" This made my day ok? I love that series a lot. I wanted to send you a prompt for it but I felt like may be you won't like to write it idk why. But in case you want to write, here is a prompt : champagne diamonds, breath

Bulgari ice

word count: 1115

tags: swarovski crystals compliant, established relationship, daddy kink, could be read as a stand-alone

She can feel it underneath the flat of her tongue; the moment the rise and fall of his abdomen ceases to a halt.

His hand—cradling the side of her face, thumb stroking the plane of her cheekbone, fingers carding through the hair at her nape—tightens in warning.

Sansa presses an open mouthed kiss to his warm skin, meeting his gaze through lowered lashes with a hum.

She can’t see his eyes. Dark sunglasses perch atop his nose, as his phone leans up against his ear. But she can feel it, the weight of his gaze, hot and heavy. The stroke of his thumb, as it drops from her cheekbone to her mouth, presses against her lower lip lightly.

In warning.

Sansa nips at it with her teeth. He responds with a tug at her hair she feels all the way to her toes.

“Have they said what they want?”

His voice is quiet. Brisk. Her stomach swoops low.

Sansa shakes granules of pink Himalayan sea salt onto the damp dips of his abs.

Underneath her, she can feel the impatient shift of his hips. The hardening shape of him through his shorts, up against her chest. The ragged edges forming around his words as frustration erodes them.

“I don’t care what it takes. Don’t let them drag their feet. Finish it.”

Her mouth waters.

Sansa reaches over for her shot glass, sweating with condensation, and knocks it back with little more than a wince.

His hand moves down from her face to her stomach, spreadeagled from thumb to index finger, middle finger hooking onto the tiny bit of string separating the pink triangles of her Dior bikini. He keeps it there; doesn’t tug at it. Doesn’t yank her down to him. He just wants to know that he can.

He wants to know that he’s in control.

Sansa barely allows time for the taste of the lime reach the back of her tongue before she’s leaning down to lap at the smooth expanse of his stomach.

His lips part, tongue touching the corner of his mouth.

She arches her back, and though the salt is long since gone from his skin, she begins to suck.

A fisted grip finds her hair, sending a jolt through her, pressing her thighs tightly together and curling her toes.

“Happy?”

His phone is face down on the bed, discarded. His attention is hers again, as well as both of his hands. The one his phone previously occupied is at the back of his head. The fingers he used to pluck at the center of her bikini span the width of her shoulder blades, rough palm rasping against her skin. His brow is knitted in irritation.

Sansa crawls over his legs to straddle his waist, grinning. “The things I have to do to get your attention.”

His hands are on her hips before she even has time to blink. “I was on the phone for five minutes.”

“You’re lucky you got to answer the phone at all.”

Jon sits up so fast that she jolts back in surprise, only for his arms to wrap her waist, holding her close to him. She giggles, and he takes that opportunity to kiss along her throat. Up her jaw. Along her chin.

Sansa drags her mouth down to his, rocking her hips.

His hand comes down against her ass, sharp and promising, before he kisses her back. The punishment before the reward—to him.

It doesn’t feel all like that much of a punishment to her.

Her breath hitches. She’s distantly aware of the strong purr of a speedboat engine. More than one. Vaguely. But she doesn’t think to pay it any mind until his fingers skim up her back, winding the string that holds her bikini together around his finger—

Right before he stops.

Jon pulls back only a little. Just to say, “Fuck.”

Just over his broad, sun browned shoulder, she can make out three different speed boats. All crammed full with paparazzi with mega lenses.

Sansa sighs inwardly. “We have visitors.”

He snorts at that. “You have visitors.” He takes off his glasses and pushes them up onto the bridge of her nose. “They don’t care about me nearly as much.”

40 feet or so away, the paparazzi are setting up shop. Getting their lenses ready. Some of them are already snapping pictures. The wind carries the shuttering sound across the water.

“Good afternoon!” She calls out with a wave.

They seem almost perturbed at her acknowledgment of them. Still, most of them call out, “Hello!”

“Don’t encourage them.” Jon murmurs into her ear.

“I’m not.” She smoothes her hands over his shoulders. Kisses his nose. “I’m being polite.”

“They’re parasites. Parasites don’t deserve your politeness.”

“No.” She admits, leaning into his ear. “But if I’m nice to them, maybe there won’t be a story about me trying to ride you on the front page of page six.”

His responding chuckle rolls over like a cool summer breeze, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Raising goosebumps on her arms. “Not likely.”

Sansa leans back on her elbows, stretching out. The rest of her still in his lap. She feigns a dramatic sigh. “So much for being domesticated.”

“Domesticated?” His brows raise.

She presses her heel into his back. “You domesticated me, you know.”

That was how a lot of magazines saw it, once word of them finally got around. They’d managed to go unnoticed for more than an entire year before she moved back and shit hit the fan. A paparazzo caught them leaving a restaurant together. Wrong place, wrong time. For an entire month, all anyone could go on about was the heir to the New York Targaryen dynasty taming Sansa Stark; professional poor little rich girl. Way too young, way too flighty, and way too known for her impulsive romances.

This amuses Jon. He strokes her stomach. “Were you not house trained before?”

She was plenty house trained. Plenty well bred. Plenty perfect. And then she couldn’t be perfect anymore, so she just wasn’t for awhile.

She still isn’t. But he’s teaching her how to be okay with that.

“Not according to page six.” She teases.

He looses another one of those heart stopping, world tilting laughs, and she can’t help herself. She crawls back into his lap to kiss him.

Right before his mouth brushes hers again, his phone rings.

“Don’t even think about it.”

The edge of his smile gleams like a knife in the afternoon sun. “Yes, ma’am.”

When she pushes him back down on the bed, he laughs again, and she feels the warmth of it all the way down to her toes.

[ymiwritesstuff]

Adrift in Your Eyes

Here’s a Kazuha fic bc I love him a lot. This one doesn’t have as much of a plot and is just this carefree, fluffy drabble, if you will. Still, I hope you guys like it!

Genshin Impact

Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader

Summary: His eyes were like a sea you floated and got lost in, but in the most wonderful ways possible.

Pre Vision Hunt Decree

Notes: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, Reader being a mega simp lmaoo

Also posted on AO3!

The gentle leaves of the cherry blossom under which you lay cast a slight shadow that loomed above you, hiding you from the warm afternoon sun, something your eyes greatly appreciated. The grass below you swayed in the gentle breeze, as did the pink leaves above you. Narukami Island at this time of day was beautiful, however, your eyes failed to notice it, for they were glued on someone they found the most beautiful of all.

Him.

As your head laid on his lap, your orbs couldn’t look away. There he was, reciting another one of his haiku. You listened, yet at the same time, you didn’t. His gentle voice emanated to your ears, but that’s all you heard. The words became slurred, mixed together into something, and all that was left in your head was his voice that spread warmth and comfort throughout your entire being. It was soft like the grass beneath you, light as the wind surrounding you, and oh, so beautiful.

Kazuha held your hand, as he often did. It was warm to the touch, his skin was soft, smooth like velvet, a trait which not many samurai possessed. Every now and then his eyes, filled with the color of autumn, would glance at you, and you’d get lost in them, heart fluttering in your chest.

It wasn’t often you were this entranced by him. It only ever happened during these kinds of peaceful moments. Moments during which you could both allow yourselves to relax and take some time to enjoy each others’ presence. Though, it usually resulted in you staring up at him, eyes sparkling in awe.

“I hear falling rain,” he spoke, and you finally managed to pay attention to his poetry, your mind perhaps desiring to understand the meaning of his eloquent words.

“I hear my thoughts falling too.”

He gave your hand a light squeeze and a smile immediately crept upon your lips. He leaned against the tree trunk, letting out a tiny exhale and allowing his eyes to close for a brief moment. He basked in the light rays of sunlight that peeked through the leaves, focusing on the feeling of pure bliss he experienced whilst having you close.

His eyes finally opened and glued themselves on yours, the gentlest smile dawning on his face as he finished his verse:

“All I want is you.”

Your own smile widened at that, his words floating in your head for some time as you slowly reached up and placed a single hand on his soft cheek. Kazuha leaned into your touch, placing his own hand on top of yours. As you looked at him, you were once again awestruck by his stunning appearance. His silvery hair that housed a single crimson streak flowed in the wind, his welcoming eyes looked back at you with pure admiration and his fair skin glimmered even when it was only partially blessed by the sun.

He was so gorgeous, almost ethereal, you couldn’t stay silent:

“You’re so…” You ran your thumb along his cheek the skin under it becoming just a tad warmer as you finished your sentence:

“Beautiful.”

As soon as he heard those words, he let out a light sigh and your smile reached new heights when you noticed the pinkish shade dusting his cheeks. His lips soon made contact with the palm of your hand.

“And you are as subtle as the Shogun’s lightning.”

You couldn’t suppress a giggle that left your lips and he soon let out a chuckle as well, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. Before he had time to pull himself back up, you gently grabbed the collar of his kimono and guided his lips to yours. You slowly sat up as you kissed him, your hand finding its way behind his neck, while his soon laid lightly on your waist.

His lips, much like everything else about him, were perfect. They felt so good as they lightly moved against yours, his hands holding you as close as possible. He felt calm in your presence, so much so, that not even the most powerful thunderstorm would disturb him. With you, he was at ease.

As you pulled away from each other, you kept your foreheads together, drowning in each others’ eyes. His crimson eyes lost themselves in your (E/C) ones, his carefree heart filling with warmth at the way your lips curled upwards into a smile.

He leaned back against the trunk once again, with you placing your head against his chest, his tender heartbeat echoing in your ears. The breeze hugged your forms as you allowed yourself to melt in his welcoming arms.

Perfect, you thought. This was perfect.

He was perfect.

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[zarcake-writes]

Berries and Cinnamon

I like Karl Heisenberg. And I was in the mood for something sweet, loving, and slightly sad. Enjoy!

The village is quiet as a bitter wind whistle past the rickety homes and down the muddy little side streets. Most of the houses are dark; only smoke rising from chimneys to show proof of inhabitance. The outline of Castle Dimitrescu is barely visible against the gloomy night sky.

Karl Heisenberg is alone on the muddy streets. The farm animals that usually roam the village during the day have retreated to the safety of their homes. While the cold weather keeps the villagers inside.

He curls his lip when he passes one of the houses. The smell of animals and wet hay is a scent he cannot grow accustomed to. Most of the village reeks; the stench of decaying wet wood and shit is so oppressive it clings to his coat. Personally, Karl finds the entire place to be an affront to his senses.

But worst is the people. Pious fools who consistently grovel and pray at the feet of Mother Miranda; yet cower in fear at the sight of the Lords.

Alcina revels in the fear. It feeds her massive fucking ego. Donna refuses to interact with any except for the few who work in her house. And Moreau is a disgusting freak whose only concern is the occasional validation that Mother Miranda may give. Karl, though, is not sure if he wants to be feared or validated.

A harsh wind blows past him, shaking the trees and nearly taking the hat off his head.

Snow is in the air. And with it, the promise of a harsh winter.

The human villagers have been in a panic about having enough food and supplies for the coming season. Karl has heard plenty of prayers, seen the offerings to Mother Miranda and the Lords in the tiny church. A few brave villagers even approached his factory at one point, asking for metal scrap.

Reluctantly, he gave them a few sheets of metal.

The humans of the village may fear the coming winter. In an attempt to survive, they give offerings to a Mother Miranda, a fake god. Their stoves are stacked with logs, and they cower under moth-bitten blankets hoping to see next spring. Karl does not share their fear.

He revels in the sensation of the cold slicing through his coat. Cold so sharp it reminds Karl of rust-coated metal. The frost-cold ground seeps through his mud-drenched boots. And as chilled wind bites his cheeks, Karl feels almost human.

Almost.

As Karl comes to the edge of the village that borders up to the forest, he stops. The woods are dark, and the path is barely visible through the overgrown brush and ever reaching trees. There are no lamps or torches to light the way. There is not even a sign. Yet, a trail of smoke rising above the trees comes from deeper within the forest.

He enters the dark forest. Immediately, his eyes adjust to the gloom. Similar to the village, the woods are quiet and cold. The trees creak in the wind as an owl screeches, causing every small creature to scuttle into the brush for safety.

Karl dislikes the forest almost as much as the village. There is not enough metal that sings for his touch. Not enough metal that is eager to bend beneath his command. The trees do not listen to him, roots do not break, and every fucking stone gets caught under the toe of his boot. The only good thing is the smell. But even then, the forest smells too pure. He feels like a trespasser.

The path ends in a small clearing with a small cabin in the center. It is surrounded by the remains of a wooden fence that fell to ruin long ago. A chicken coop is behind the house. Karl cannot stop himself from sneering at the smell of chicken shit. A small raised garden in the front of the house.

The cabin looks abandoned, but the black smoke climbing out of the chimney says otherwise.

Karl’s heart speeds up as he approaches the cabin. The stone pathway beneath his feet is new.

The metal lock on the door sings out to Karl. It would be easy for him to unlock the door using his powers, but he promised to stop doing that. The key in his pocket will do just fine.

Inside, the cabin is warm. The slow-burning fire in the fireplace casts the room in a golden light as shadows dance on the wall. The scent of mashed berries and cinnamon lingers in the air.

All the irritation and anger that was bubbling beneath Karl’s skin melts away. A single word comes to his mind: home.

The cabin is small but decorated by someone who loves their home. Pictures of people Karl does not know to hang on the walls. The faces are familiar, and he has heard their stories, but he cannot remember their names. Knick knacks and precious items linger in every part of the room.

On the opposite side of the room is a small makeshift kitchen area that is too small for one person. The stove is old and partially broken, but the sink and cabinets are new. A vase of flowers sits on the dining table. Next to the table are two chairs; one is partially pulled out, while the other is tucked away. A pang shoots through Karl when he notices the jacket and items piled on the unused chair.

A small couch sits in front of the fireplace. A blanket is lazily thrown over the back.

To his right is a partially opened bedroom door.

Karl shrugs off his coat and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. A familiar jacket is the only other coat hanging. His hat goes up next. And his boots are placed next to a pair of feminine boots.

The floorboards creak beneath Karl’s weight.

“Fuck, shut up,” he whispers.

The floorboards do not listen.

As Karl pushes open the bedroom door, the hinges squeak. He freezes, expecting the room’s occupant to wake up. But the room is quiet. And the form in the bed does not move. Behind him, the fire crackles.

The bedroom is small. The bed, which can barely fit two people, takes up most of the space. A pile of clothes lay on the floor near the foot of the bed. Paintings of the ocean and a field of flowers dot the walls. Karl has spent countless hours memorizing every swirl and color of the paintings.

Tucked into the bed is a woman. She’s buried beneath several layers of blankets. Karl can smell the lingering dust on them.

The mere glimpse of her makes his heart speed up, and his hands grow clammy.

For the longest time, Karl hated that she made him feel like a young man who has never been near a pretty girl. He hated the sweaty palms and word vomit he spluttered. He felt so weak that he decided to avoid her. But he couldn’t stay away for long, and he could not imagine chasing her off.

She shifts in bed but does not wake up.

Karl pulls off his shirt, tossing it into the pile near her bed. He winces at the noise his necklaces around his neck make. Even when set onto the bedside table, they still make a jingling noise. Even his belt clinks as he undoes it.

But still, the noises he seems to constantly make do not wake her. Karl is grateful.

Karl pulls the blanket back. She’s curled up on her side wearing a thread-worn nightgown. Carefully, Karl climbs into bed with her. He gets as close as he dares. The sweetness that clings to her skin is dizzying. He can't stop himself from reaching out and placing his arm on her waist. 

She jolts at his touch and begins to move away. Karl hears her heartbeat speed up. He can smell the panic and fear already rising.

“Just me,” he rumbles in her ear.

She relaxes and leans into him. He feels the relief in her body.

“Karl,” she whispers.

He hums at the way she says his name. For the longest time, he detested his name. Karl. What the fuck is a Karl? Everyone else must agree that the name is terrible because no one calls him that, not even the family that Mother Miranda formed. Miranda herself hasn’t called him Karl since he was a child. For so long, he has been Lord Heisenberg.

But she calls him Karl. Karl. Karl. Karl. Karl. Whether she’s yelling at him, laughing with him, whispering to him in the darkness, or moaning his name with a reverence that should be saved for a church service, he loves how she says his name. He’s even begged her to never call him Lord Heisenberg, call him Karl. Only Karl. Karl. Karl.

“Karl?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear me?”

“No.”

She rolls over in his arm to face him.

The orange glow of the fireplace slips through the cracked bedroom door, casting the faintest hint of light in the room. The curves and dips of her face are darkened, accentuating her features. The tip of her nose is highlighted, as is the plumpness of her cheeks. Her lips stand out the most. Karl has the urge to taste them, to taste her. But she can see the soft exhaustion in her eyes.

“I asked how your day was.”

It was shit, he thinks.

“Oh. It was fine,” he says.

Her eyes narrow. “Karl.”

He can’t keep her gaze. She knows him too well. Knows that when his jaw clenches, and he blinks twice that he is lying or avoiding the question.

But Karl can’t stop himself from lying to her about his day. He spent most of it with Mother Miranda and the other three Lords, so of course, it was a shit day. But he can’t tell her the truth because she will no doubt want to know why his day was shit. How can he tell her the religious leader of their village is a fucking cruel bitch? How would she react if he screamed about the other Lords? Moreau is fucking disgusting. And Angie is an annoying fucking freak. Not to mention the dick-cutting mega-bitch that is Alcina.

And worst is he can't explain to her that his shit interactions with the Lords and Mother Miranda were because of her. 

All the Lords and most of the village know that Karl Heisenberg has a sweetheart he's trying to keep a secret. Angie asks irritating questions. Alcina gets this unhinged look in her eyes. While Mother Miranda is silent on the topic, but Heisenberg knows she is plotting something. He could see it with the slightest tilt of her head. The only one who doesn’t bother Karl is Moreau.

The sinister glint in Alcina’s eyes combined with Mother Miranda’s silence made Karl’s skin crawl. He knows they can hurt her, kill her, or experiment on her. Karl knows he needs to make some kind of claim on the woman in his arms before those two bitches can act.  

Her hand cups his face, bringing Karl’s racing thoughts to a stop. He refuses to look at her. His face will reveal too much. She whispers his name, so soft and sweet, and he cannot refuse her anymore.

He meets her gaze, and she sees it all. The anger, hate, pain, and fear burned in him. But she does not push him away, only smiles and runs her thumb along his cheekbone. Her hands are gentle but worn from working in her garden behind the house.

“I will not pry for details, Karl. But you can be honest with me. I won’t judge you for having a bad day. We all have them.”

“I haven’t just had a bad day, sweetheart.” He clasps her hand that is still holding his cheek. “I’ve had a bad life.”

His voice cracks at the end. Body growing hot with embarrassment and fear of her judging him for the emotion that screams for release in his chest, Karl looks away. He cannot bear to see the rejection in her eyes. 

But her silence is loud. Karl's ears begin to ring as his body grows hotter and hotter. He wants to scream for her to say something, anything. He wants her to push him away now for being a weak, broken man.

She does none of that. She sits up in bed, making sure to keep a hand on Karl, and readjusts her pillows. When she lays back down, she is sitting up. She smiles and opens her arms, welcoming him home.

Karl curls around her body, nuzzling his face into her chest. The tears in his eyes bleed onto her nightgown. If she feels the dampness grow on her chest or feel his trembling against her, she says nothing. She is silent as fingers moving gently against his skin. And slowly, the overwhelming emotion that nearly consumed Karl fizzles out until it is all gone.

“Your tits are soft,” he mumbles eventually.

She snorts. “Kind of like your gut.”

“Your tits aren’t hairy like my gut though.”

“And my tits are probably quieter. No grumbling from digestion.”

He hums in agreement. The only sound from her chest is the gentle beating of her heart.

“Go to sleep,” she whispers.

He opens his mouth to reply, but her fingers begin to move up and down his bareback. Nails that she keeps short and blunt leave soft trails along his back, taking care to ghost over the numerous scars. He can’t form a response, only hum at the sensation.

“Go to sleep, Karl,” she whispers again.

Her hands move up towards his head. She gently pulls at his hair, starting from the ends before pulling at the base of the strands. And with gentle fingers, she brushes through the knots in his hair, careful to not yank or hurt him.

Being in her arms is the closest thing Karl has ever been to having a home. Mother Miranda was no mother. And the other Lords are not his siblings. They are no family, just pawns that Mother Miranda will use as she pleases.

And used him she did. She took everything from him, turned him into a monster by making him perform terrible experiments. He’s numb to the monstrous things he has done and continues to do, that Karl does not feel human. Fuck, he hasn’t been human in so long.

But in this tiny cabin, in the arms of the woman he loves, Karl has a home and a family. And he feels human.

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CHAPTER TWO: Tell Me Your Name

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

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

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

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

Chapter Two: Tell Me Your Name

Word Count: 3752

Emma wasn’t sure how long she slept, but damn if it wasn’t the best sleep of her entire life. Sunlight streaked through the gap in the curtains suggested it was morning, or maybe afternoon? Who cares? Her body felt delightfully used, tiny aches and twinges reminded her of a night spent having the most intense sex of her life. She stretched languidly, like a lazy cat that got the cream. When her movements met resistance, she froze. The warm, hard body pressed up against her back brought a Cheshire grin to her lips. One of his massive legs was thrown over both of hers and the arm wrapped around her waist held her firmly in place. Possessive, even in sleep. Emma ghosted her fingers over the hand resting against her stomach. Strong hands, dusted in faint freckles and light, golden hair. Talented too if last night was any indication.

I wonder what else he can do with his hands...

The voice in her ear was deep and husky from sleep, “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, turning over in his grasp so she could face him. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His eyes were half-mast, and he gave her a sleepy smile, “Mmm, it’s okay. Good way to wake up.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back, not yet ready to release her from his arms “You sleep good?”

She nodded, feeling inexplicably shy. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was well and truly mated to a stranger. Emma was used to initiating her sexual encounters, being the Alpha and staying in control. Most of them were brief and casual, her professional life didn’t leave room for much else. This was a whole different deck of cards. Doubts that were pushed aside in the vcdr4 night were now edging forward in the light of day.

Although the bond between them was still fresh, Dean could feel her unease. There was worry there. “’Mega? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” was the quick reply, not wanting to upset him. “I just didn’t want to ruin the mood… bathroom.” She said with a self-deprecating eye roll.

He studied her face intensely then grunted and let the subject drop for the moment. “Yeah, of course.”

She leaned in and gave him an enthusiastic kiss before extracting herself from his hold.

Dean watched her slide gracefully out of the bed. Semi-hard just catching a glimpse of her naked form before she scooped up his discarded t-shirt from the floor. It swallowed her small frame, sadly obscuring her fantastic curves from his view. He couldn’t help himself from reaching out and catching her hand. When she turned to look down at him, his heart stopped. God, she’s beautiful. Her dark hair was tangled, lips swollen, eyes luminous. She looked like an angel.

“Tell me your name, ‘Mega mine.”

She a warm blush crept into her cheeks and her stomach fluttered. ‘Mega mine. He had called her that last night. Somehow it hadn’t even crossed her mind that they never got around to exchanging names. She smiled softly, “It’s Emma.”

A feeling of rightness settled within him as he toyed with her slender fingers. He was certain he would remember this moment for the rest of his life. The rest of his life with her.

“Emma,” he grinned, testing the feel of it. He brought her hand to his lips, keeping eye contact while he brushed a tender kiss across her knuckles. “I’m Dean.”

On the surface, it was innocent, taken right from the pages of any fairytale. Yet somehow, this gesture was far more intimate than what they had shared last night. No one had ever been so soft with her, so romantic. In that moment, she felt treasured.

God, he’s beautiful. He looked up at her like a knight pledging his life to his queen. She sank back down onto the mattress and studied his face, committing it to memory. It was so hard to explain, the connection, the feeling deep down in her soul that this was her mate. She knew him in this life and would know him in the next. Yet, he was a stranger. So much to discover, so much to come! How wonderful!

She ran her hand over his beard-covered cheek, and she pressed a kiss to his lips, “Hi, Dean.”

“Hi,” he returned, chuckling when she bit her lip and blushed deep pink all the way up to the roots of her hair.

The things he could do to her just saying one word! Emma slid off the bed as her fanciful musings were interrupted by her insistent bladder. “I, ah. I’ll just be a minute.”

Dean followed the sway of her hips with great appreciation as she crossed the room, shutting the bathroom door behind her. “Emma,” he said to himself as he laced his fingers together behind his head and leaned against the headboard. “My Omega.”

A quick search of the elegant bathroom produced toothpaste and a hairbrush. Small bars of hotel soap emblazoned with a familiar crest caught her attention. The Ritz Carlton.

Well at least now I know where I am.

Emma had to laugh at herself as she tried to work through the tangled mess on top of her head. She hadn’t given it a second thought when Dean carried her through the streets. He could have taken her anywhere, after all, he was a stranger. Now here she was trying to piece together information about him before her heat took over and clouded her mind again. She picked up a bottle of expensive cologne from the vanity and gave it a tentative sniff. Subtle, clean, and complimentary to his natural scent.

Nice to know my Alpha has decent taste. God… my Alpha! How did that happen?!

The reflection staring back at her was a far cry from the sleek businesswoman she projected during the work week. This woman was wanton, rumpled. Dean’s heady scent clung to her skin. Small bruises on her hips where he had dug in his fingers. Kiss-swollen lips. Mouth-shaped marks on her throat, breasts, and collarbone where he had sucked and nipped. She was a mess, but damn if she didn’t look and feel more alive than she ever had in her life!

Her fingers went to the raised mark on her neck where Dean had claimed her. It should be tender, but it wasn’t. Her Alpha had done a good job cleaning it, hardly any blood was left behind. She should be upset, nervous, at uncertainty this would bring, the upheaval in her life. Perhaps that would come later.

Emma never expected to be claimed, she certainly never expected to like it. She committed herself to being an Alpha, to running her family’s business, to doing what was expected of her. Her work was her life. Some would call it an obsession, but to her it was duty. It never occurred to her that there was another choice. There was never any time to dwell on it, perhaps that was by design. If she never allowed herself to wonder about what if, then she would never ache for something she would never have.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, yet here she was. A claimed Omega. She had been warned against it by her parents and the family doctor who had altered her presented status when she was just sixteen. It was supposed to be dangerous. Hell, it was supposed to be lethal.

Were they wrong or had they just lied to her all these years? Because she didn’t feel like she was on death’s doorstep. She felt more powerful and sure of herself now than she ever did pretending to be something else. The fear and uncertainty never came, instead Emma felt completely settled. As if she had an answer to a question never asked. If this was what being claimed meant, how could it be a bad thing?

It wasn’t going to be easy; it was going to complicate everything. Emma grinned and her cheeks flushed with excitement as she thought of the Alpha waiting for her to return. What a delightful complication it was!

Dean was scouring the room service menus when she returned. Grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, he had his back to her, and he didn’t turn at her approach. She paused, quietly taking the opportunity to observe. Details of him that escaped her notice in the throes of passion were prominent now. Those sweet freckles were scattered across the tanned skin of his shoulders. They added a softness to muscles she knew to be firm and unyielding. His long legs were bowed, and his feet were bare. Dark blonde hair spiked in tufts due to sweat and her tugging on it in her urgency. He turned slightly and she could see his lips moving a bit, his brows scrunching up as he considered the breakfast options.

Emma leaned against the doorframe and smiled fondly. Gosh, he’s cute!

At last, sensing her stare, Dean looked up and snapped the menu book closed as if he had been caught reading something he shouldn’t. “Hey! So, I was thinking full breakfast, bacon, waffles, the works. Then I thought you might like pizza, or we could go all out and have surf ‘n turf. They’ve got salads too, if you’re into rabbit food.”

Christ, Dean! Stop babbling, you sound like a freaking teenager!

Damn if he didn’t feel like one too. His heart sped up and his palms got sweaty just looking at her. Wearing his shirt and his mark. His.

“Anything you want, Omega” he chuckled, giving himself over to the feeling of Cupid’s arrow in his heart. He spread his arms wide, as if to encompass the world. “I’ll give you anything.”

The Alpha’s pledge was not lost on Emma and the Omega within sighed happily. She was a capable woman; she never needed a man, Alpha or no. Her self-reliance and independence were qualities she prided herself on. Built her company on, built her reputation on, built her whole life on. Yet, she couldn’t deny how nice it felt to have someone else take over, even if for something as simple as getting dinner.

“Dessert.”

Mesmerized, he watched her saunter towards him in that confident way women did when they tapped into their sexual power. In moments like this, he could easily see how Cleopatra had gotten Caesar to do her bidding. Dean would surely topple empires for his Omega.

Emma slid her palms up his chest as his arms came around her. “You’ve got a taste for something sweet?” he asked.

“Pie.” She grinned, eyes dancing, her tongue peeking out from between her teeth.

He chuckled at the quick reply, “My favorite, we must be made for each other.”

She dropped her gaze to focus on the constellation like freckles scattered across his collarbones. She knew it deep in her gut and it was reinforced every time she saw him, touched him. Dean was her Alpha. It was as certain to her as the sun rise, yet there was a nagging doubt in her mind. Not everyone believed in true mates. Hell, until a few hours ago, she would have doubted it herself.

“You feel it too then?” She meant to sound sultry and confident. Instead, it came out vulnerable and shy. Absurd, considering the night they had spent together. Maybe it was the bond coming from the claim, maybe it her inner Omega nature. She simply couldn’t pretend with him.

“I caught your scent five blocks away and when I saw you… there’s not a doubt in my mind. There is no one else. We’re true mates, Emma.” He crooked his finger under her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. “I’ve been looking for you my whole life.”

“I wasn’t sure… most people don’t believe. Think its all silly kid stuff. Fairy tales.”

Dean could feel the uncertainty and worry flowing through their bond. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms to soothe her. “I don’t think its silly kid stuff. Do you?”

She shook her head, but there was still something lingering there. Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on it and that upset him. He was the Alpha, it was his job to make it right, whatever it was. But he couldn’t do that if he didn’t know what the problem was. His mind started to race, and he found himself frowning at the possibility that this had been a mistake. It’s not as if they had discussed it beforehand.

“I know this all happened fast and we don’t know each other. Not really.” His fingers found the mark he left on her mating gland. “If you regret this, if you don’t want this, we can find a way to undo it.”

His stomach clenched at the very thought of it and the Alpha within him howled. No! My Omega! Mine! It took every bit of strength and resolve to even speak of it, but he would. He would do whatever it took to make her happy, even if that meant gutting himself in the process. That was the depth of the bond, so new and yet more powerful than anything he had ever experienced.

He swallowed thickly, “It’s not easy, but it can be done.”

Her eyes shot up and she chewed nervously on her lip. She had heard of such procedures. Rare and dangerous, they were only used in the most extreme circumstances. If one’s mate died unexpectedly, sometimes the Alpha or Omega left behind would grieve the loss so acutely that they would have the bonding gland removed. It was the only way to find relief from the pain. And even so, the mate left behind would be left numb and never able to bond with anyone else. Emma shuddered to think about it.

“Is… is that what you want? To break the bond?”

“No! Not at all. But I can feel something is bothering you. If it’s not the claim, then what is it?” Dean gently tugged her in close, coaxing her nose close to the crook of his neck where his scent would be strongest.

He held her firmly until he could feel her take a deep breath and relax into him. “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”

“There’s nothing wrong,” She murmured against his chest, enjoying the warmth and stability she found there. “It’s just that I never really considered the possibility.”

“The possibility of true mates?”

“Of being claimed.” She clarified. “I suppose that sounds strange coming from an Omega, I just didn’t think about it. And now that I am…. It’s different.”

“Different good or different bad?” Dean dared to ask.

Her smile was slow to bloom, but it was genuine. As if she were surprised at her own feelings on the matter. “Different good. Really good.”

He blew out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You really know how to worry a guy, you know that?”

“Sorry,” she chuckled.

He chuckled too when he heard her stomach growl loudly. “So, pie huh?”

“French silk. The Ritz has the best in the city.”

“Alright,” he agreed, brushing his lips over hers before releasing her. “I better order extra; you’re going to need your strength.”

Emma padded over to the kitchenette where Dean had already brewed a pot of coffee. Normally that would be her preference, but the incredibly bitter smell had her seeking out something milder. A quick search produced a selection of tea bags that sounded far better. She listened idly to Dean making the room service order while her mug of water warmed in the microwave. Typical Alpha, he was ordering enough to feed the armies of Genghis Khan!

Lord, I’m cold! She thought with a shiver. Maybe the air conditioner is malfunctioning.

She rubbed her hands together while she watched the mug go round the turntable. So cold, freezing actually. Like ice water running through her veins. But that was wrong, she was in heat. Aptly named. Omegas in heat were never cold, they often ran fevers and had intense sweats during that process. Was this different because she had suppressed her cycle for so long?

Suddenly, a burning pain shot through the claim mark. Her hand flew to the spot, urgently trying to rub the pain out, but it only got worse. When the room began to spin, she panicked.

“Dean.”

The Alpha glanced over at the sound of his name. The distress flowing through their bond went straight to his gut. He closed the distance between them in three long strides. “’Mega, what’s wrong?”

She blinked slowly up at him, and her knees gave as the color drained from her face. “Dean.”

With his quick reflexes, Dean had her in his arms and held tightly against his chest. His protective instincts flaring as she shook in his grasp, whimpering softly.

“Baby, talk to me,” he begged, placing her on a low couch. Her beautiful midnight eyes squeezed closed on a grimace of pain. His hands urgently searched her over for the cause, “Is it your heat? Are you sick?”

Emma knew this was a reaction to being claimed, all the signs were there. She shivered violently and could feel her body shutting itself down. God, it was happening quick! Her chattering teeth made her words waver, “No, I need… need phone. My phone… pocket”

Dean scrambled to the bedroom. Her clothes along with his own were strewn across the floor, but luck was on his side. The hoodie sticking out from under the bed had a side zipper pocket that housed a sleek smart phone. He grabbed a blanket from the bed on his way and ran back to her side.

By the time he came back, she could barely keep her eyes open. The shivering had stopped, everything seemed to be slowing down. Shock, she supposed. She couldn’t quite feel Dean the way that she had before, it was as if their bond was shrinking, fading away. The burning of the mark was gone as well. She barely registered the blanket he tucked around her. Everything seemed so far away. But she could hear him talking to her and when she finally got her eyes to focus, she saw his green ones staring back, filled with worry.

Dean placed a hand on her forehead, gently smoothing her hair back. “’Mega, I’m calling a doctor, alright? I’m going to get you some help.”

She shook her head weakly. Her fingers were icy as she took the phone from his hand. “No,” she rasped, using every bit of energy she had to punch in the code that unlocked the screen. “Jess… sister. Call Jess. She knows… what to… do.”

When her eyes fluttered shut and the phone dropped from her lax fingers, Dean’s heart clenched with fear. “Emma?! Baby?” He nearly stopped breathing himself, until her saw the shallow rise of her chest.

Common sense said that 911 was the obvious number to call or even the front desk. A world class hotel like this one likely had a doctor on call. Still, she had been insistent, and she trusted him to take care of her. He hesitated only for a moment then scrolled through her contact list and found a listing for Jess.

The line rang twice before a perky, feminine voice answered, “Emmy?”

“Is this Jess?”

The easy tone changed to one of hostile suspicion, “Who the hell is this?”

“My name’s Dean, are you Emma’s sister?”

“Yeah, where is…?”

Desperate to move things along, Dean cut her off, “She’s here but she passed out… I don’t know, she’s sick or something. Told me to call you for help.”

“What?! What the hell is going on?!”

“Listen lady, I don’t have time to walk you through the damned details! My Omega needs help and if you don’t tell me what to do for her, I’m going to call 911.” Dean threatened, malice laced his words, his Alpha front and center. The instinct to protect and care for his mate took over every rationale.

Jess matched his tone with a stern one of her own, “Well you better make time and tell me… wait a minute… are you a fucking Alpha?! Did you claim her?!”

Something in the way Jess said those words heightened Dean’s panic. This was bad, and he had no idea just how bad it was. Foreboding pricked up his spine and dread settled in his stomach. “Yes, what damned difference does that make?”

“Listen to me very carefully, Emma can’t be claimed. It’s hard to explain and too late now anyway but calling a regular doctor won’t help.” Jess took a calming breath, “Where are you?”

“The Ritz Carlton, room 307.”

“I’m sending our family doctor, he’s been treating her since she was a kid,” Jess explained, she struggled to keep the tears from her voice. Her sister needed her to be strong, “I know your Alpha machismo won’t want him anywhere near her, but please. If you care about Emmy at all, you’ll let him do what he can.”

She abruptly hung up, presumably to call the doctor. Dean carefully set the phone down on the table, making sure it was set to ring incase Jess called back. Half of him hoped she would, the other half was afraid of what other information she would have if she did. As it was, he was far from reassured. In fact, he was fucking terrified.

He sank down onto the edge of the coffee table next to the sofa. With elbows on knees and his head in his hands, he prayed. He wasn’t a religious man, but his mother had been adamant about instilling a foundation of faith in both him and his brother. It was his mother that his thoughts drifted to now, if he had an angel looking out for him, it would be Mary Winchester.

Please… I can’t lose her now. I’ve only just found her. Please, Mom, tell me I’m doing the right thing here. We’re just getting started…

He abruptly crossed to the main door and made sure it was unlocked for the doctor, then did the only thing he could. He sat on the sofa and settled his unconscious mate on his lap. Dean nuzzled the crook of her neck and tried not to be even more worried when he found her delicate scent fading.

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

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

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

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

“Was that necessary?” you growled.

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

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

“I- I just-”

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

“I didn't mean to.”

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

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

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

“‘Mega, I'm sorry.”

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

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

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

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

“Good,” you said without looking at him.

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

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

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

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

“I promise, Omega.”

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

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

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

“How are Thing one and Thing two doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Just hold me, Alpha,” you pleaded.

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

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

“Sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where?” he asked excitedly.

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

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

“Yeah, it is.”

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

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

Jensen felt a nudge at his forearm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A yelp left your lips. Jensen stiffened behind you.

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

“Yeah, it was,” you yawned.

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

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

“Night, Omega. Sweet dreams.”

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[damonsvftie]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞

MEGA MASTER LIST

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

Summary: Teasing your boyfriend Draco Malfoy in places that are risky isn't the best idea but when he decides to get you back for it you have no where to run.

Warnings: Female oral/receiving and quite filthy umm- yeah and it’s 2.6k words in total

I  was sat at the back of Snape's classroom as i brushed my fingers across Draco's thigh causing him to straighten. My fingers were slowly dancing their way up when he grabbed at my hand from under the desk. "Stop it y/n," he mumbled through gritted teeth, on the verge of clearly moving his seat further away from me. The way his cheeks were flushing red made a small grin crawl across my face, especially when I knew the affect i had on him.

Snape had demonstrated the class on how to do a potions practical and now we were going to be doing our own with our partners. "I'll go get the stuff," i murmured with a grin as he slightly nodded. Placing the handful of ingredients onto the table, I by accidentally dropped one on purpose.

Bending down to pick it up, I  made sure that Draco was able to see whatever was visible under my hiking skirt, teasing him with the sight of my clearly soaking panties. From the corner of my vision, I  could see the way he gulped and tugged at his collar trying his hardest not to peek and get distracted.

helping him put the ingredients into the tiny cauldron, his hand quivered as he tried to maintain his patience. "You okay there?" I  teased, leaning across the the counter, face inches away from his. "Never been better," he mumbled frustratedly.

—

"I'm so exhausted like honestly I could take a break right now," huffed Pansy as she plopped down next to Malfoy on the emerald green couch of the slytherin common room. "Snapes starting to get on my nerves, setting us exams every other day as if I don't have other things too do," groaned blaise, throwing his head back , slumping into his seat, his arms crossed against his chest.

I decided to go and meet Draco since today was a Saturday although  he clearly mentioned that he was going to be studying with his other group of posse and he didn't want me near him but I could care less about what he wanted. Swinging the substantial doors of the common room open, i trotted towards the three of them, swiftly placing myself onto Draco's lap, my arms flung around his shoulder as Pansy rolled her eyes and blaise shook his head.

"Can you two get a room?" They chimed in unison. Draco shifted uncomfortably under me, slowly removing my hands of him pushing me away a little. "Not today y/n, we have to finish this assignment off and your only going to get in the way," he explained, in a certain demeanour.

Glancing at one another, Parkinson and Zabini got up and headed for the door. "Don't worry about it Draco we'll finish it off," she explained, a small giggle trailing her words as they both shut the door behind them leaving the two of us alone.

"Turning me down were you?" I raised a brow, my hands on my hips as my facial expressions turned serious. "Why- What are you going to do about it?" He answered back, a small grin crawling across his face. The clattering of my shoes became more audible as I seductively walked towards him. I started to softly lower myself down onto his lap, straddling him as my finger ran down his chest. "Things you won't imagine," I muttered, my glossy lips ghosting against his. "Do you really think it's a good idea too disobey the slytherin princess?" The tone of my voice cocky as I purred into his ear.

Pulling away purposely, I smoothed out the fabric of my clothes, heading for the door while I gave him one last glance, my tongue swiping across the top of my teeth.

—

"What's the occasion?" Questioned Draco as he drummed his fingers impatiently on the table in the great hall. Purposely ignoring him, I began speaking flirtatiously to Blaise Zabini, a small grin smearing across his face as I bit my lower lip. Today I had curled my hair and applied some makeup to slightly enhance my features. Since today was a Saturday, that meant I didn't have to wear my uniform so I ended up wearing a plaid, mini skirt paired with a green crop top and last but not least, styled with some doc martens.

Malfoy sat there  staring down at his plate, stealing a few glances towards me as i twirled a loose strand around my finger while I openly flirted with one of his minions. "Zabini.. I was wondering if you'd maybe want to help me with my homework... only if you want too," the last of my words rolling of the tip of my tongue smoothly as my eyes diffused into a darker shade. "No- you don't need his help," interrupted Draco as he pulled on my arm dragging me out of the great hall.

Striding through the corridors, pulling me along with him he suddenly pinned me against the wall. "Do you have any idea about what your doing," he sneered, his eyes boring into my soul as a sheepish smirk appeared across my visage. "No.. not at all. Why?" My voice innocent as I played with his mind. "You think it's okay to be such a tease?" His words barely coming out of his mouth as he grinded his teeth together. "You think it's okay to walk around with that fucking tiny skirt and turn me on like that?" He spoke while he breathed down my neck. "I have no idea wh-what your talking about," my words tripping over one another as I attempted to put up my act.

His lips ghosted over mine as his fingers trailed down my body causing me to shudder. Sending me on the edge of breaking character, his thumb slightly pulled down on my lower lip, exposing my flesh as I almost started to melt underneath him. Since I couldnt let that happen, I hastily swapped positions so that he was now flipped under me. "Impatient are we?" I questioned teasingly while the tip of my finger traced the outline of his jaw, later waking off into the other direction, intentionally making sure I swayed my hips.

—

Deciding that it was for the best, I somehow ended up leaving Draco alone. No more teasing, no more nothing. He was beginning to get irritated with me and seeing him get infuriated was the last thing anyone wanted so I ended up backing out.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked while I lifted his arm so I could slip under him. He harshly pulled away from my grasp and neither did he reply. "Draco... I'm sorry," the last of my words becoming quiet as I backed away from him.

"I thought I told you that I hate being teased in public," the tone in his voice filled with anger as he got up from the couch, his back turned towards me. "I know but- its kind of fun seeing you all flushed," I responded before he cut me off. "Flushed? You tease me, you play with me and then you go after Blaise?" He groaned, turning his twisted face around as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Okay I'm sorry- I'll quit being such a tease. I won't do it next time," I huffed as he looked me up and down, a smirk spreading across his face. Leaning into my ear, his other hand snaked across my waist as he whispered gently causing me to flush. "There won't be a 'next time',"

—

The next day I went down to the great hall for some breakfast and sat myself down next to Goyle. "Can someone pass me the syrup?" My voice eager to devour the stack of pancakes in front of me until I saw Draco walking into the halls with his arm slung over Pansy Parkinson.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breathe, as they took their seat opposite me. Aware that he was just trying to get me back, I ignored their presence and continued feasting on the delicious food that sat before me. Glancing up at him through my thick lashes, I could see the distorted look on his face as he furrowed his brows in confusion. He probably thought to himself 'why isn't she paying attention?'.

The whole day had passed by and I sat in 4th period besides Hermione Granger, slumping deeper into my seat the more she shot her hand up to answer the teachers questions. My gaze diverted onto the clock, watching it tick away. There were only 2 minutes left until class ended and I was particularly eager about 5th period mainly because it was Snape's class and Draco was my partner.

I wanted to see what type of show he was going to put up so I threw my head back against my chair waiting until the professor dismissed the class. Grabbing my stuff and walking down to Potions class, I sucked in a sharp breathe before entering and taking my seat beside Malfoy. Scooting myself away from him, I acted as if he was invisible and fixed my attention onto the lesson.

"Mad are you?" He whispered, moving his chair closer to me, a wide grin curling from the corner of his mouth. "Why would I be mad? I'm not your girlfriend anyways," I firedback uninterested. "What makes you say that?" The tone in his voice softer than before as he glanced at my side profile. "I mean aren't you with Pansy?" I spoke lifelessly as if this subject was the most dead thing ever. "Could say the same for you... aren't you with Zabini?" His voice sending me over the edge, my mouth breaking out into a small smile.

"You really do know how to get on my nerves don't you?" My nose scrunching up as I flicked my hair in his face. Suddenly, he placed his hand on my knee, pulling at it. "Draco- What are you doing?" I questioned as my breathing hitched. "payback," he replied as his eyes changed into aluminium grey while he looked up at me through his dense, long lashes, lifting a brow.

Pushing my skirt past my thighs, his long fingers, corded with blue veins, glided up the silky, smooth surface of my skin causing me to purse my lips tightly as I gripped onto the edge of the desk. Inch by inch, he gradually closed the distance between the tip of his fingers to My now pulsing cunt. The heat raised to my cheeks making me blush hard as he sensually dragged his finger up my fully clothed heat making me jolt out of my seat, panting slightly.

"Miss. Y/l/n your disturbing the class, please take your seat now," ordered Snape as I ran my hand over my hair in second hand embarrassment. "Right- I'm sorry," I apologised before wearily seating myself again, a tiny giggle being held back from Draco.

—

"What the HELL do you think you were doing back there? You could have got us both into trouble!" My voice raising at him. "Darling relax, your only being like this because I almost embarrassed you," he stated, a look of temptation appearing on him. Plopping myself onto my bed I crossed my arms. "Can't you just leave me alone like I did with you?" I argued as he stood leaning against the wall with a cocky smirk that soon vanished. "No. You should have known better and now you've got no where to run," he retorted, as he came closer towards me, his hair tousled and his tie hung loosely around his neck. "What makes you think you can get away with anything?" He asked as he crouched down, his face level with mine.

Deciding to be mature, I kept my mouth closed instead of fighting back because I full on knew things would get out of hand. "Can't give me an answer now can you?" He taunted his grin drooping as his facial expression transitioned into a look of perilous. Grabbing at my face, forcing me too look straight into his intimidating gaze he leaned into my ear whispering 'open your legs' before shoving me back.

He was fuming with anger and I knew there was nothing better than getting him exasperated, especially when he looked incredibly sexy and irresistible. “No, were already One On One,” I answered making him cock his brow. “Did you just disobey me? I said open. Your. Legs,” his voice coarse and rough. “Make me open them,” I replied innocently, as I closed my legs tight.

Pushing my knees apart, he hooked his arms into my legs pulling me closer to the edge of my bed, my skirt riding up. Propping up on my elbows, I batted my lashes as if I were to be the most holy and pure person ever. “You dare disobey me like that,” he sneered before brushing his fingers against my pulsating cunt causing me to shift under him. The way his arm pushed my small figure deep into the mattress as he placed his tongue onto my clothed heat made me whimper underneath. “Oh my mer-,” I struggled to say as his tongue teased the skin on the side of my heat making me ache.

Within seconds, he looped a finger onto my soaking, transparent panties, pulling them to the side to take a quick view of my now throbbing pink, pussy that practically wanted him all over me. Trying to wriggle out of his firm hold, he pushed me down even deeper, as I tried to shimmy my skirt down past my thighs until he shoved away my hand. “Keep it on,” he demanded.

Positioning his head in the place I needed him the most he again pulled my panties to the side, blowing cold air onto my throbbing clit making me squirm. Giving me a little grin, he devoured into my entrance, slowly and sensually pulling and lapping at my clit, sending me into a sudden state of euphoria. Adding his thumb in, he rubbed slow and delicate circles on my little bundle of never as he ran his tongue up and down my slit continuously before applying even more pressure to my nerve. “Draco I- please- I cant,” my voice begging him to stop as the feeling made me sensitive.

I could hear him growl ‘No’ deeply into my pussy, sending me over the edge, making me tug at his tousled blonde strands as he made out with my heat. Plunging two digits into my entrance without a warning, I let out a huge moan as he picked up the pace of his thrusting while he multitasked. “Draco oh god- I cant take it anymore,” my pleading voice breaking in between as my legs shook, trying to close around his head.

Almost on the edge of releasing, he withdrawed away from me, almost panting as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why did you stop?” I squeaked as I say upright. “That’s what you deserve,” he responded as he adjusted his tie his fingertips now running through his hair. Trying to shut my legs together, I squealed in desperation for the numb feeling to go away. “Draco- I cant walk, I’m sore as hell,” I whined as I threw my head back in pain.

“Learn how to walk yourself,” he riposted before heading his way out of the door.

[lizzy-williams]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

🎄Warnings: Smut, threesome, alcohol, drug use, language, mature themes, a tiny bit of dubcon but not much, mega age gap.

🎄Masterlist

🎄Summary: After one of Colson Baker’s infamous adult Christmas parties, you decide to stay a little longer than everyone else and end up getting snowed in. One drink after another, things get interesting with one of LA’s hottest couples. 

🎄Theme: Jawbreaker, Machine Gun Kelly

🎄A/N: Sorry I had to sin during the season of your birthday, Jesus. (No I’m not.)

“And that’s how we met.”

Megan had finished her story, the people that remained at the party all gathered around, sharing spiked eggnog in cozy sweaters and blankets, swapping stories. 

Colson held her close, and secretly, [ y / n ]’s heart would clench every time she would see them together. Because the fact of the matter was, was that she had fallen. For both of them.

But she knew that nothing would ever come of it. Because all you were to them was Rook’s 18 year old, alcohol-drinking, weed smoking cousin. A face that they would see everywhere, but never cared to meet or start a conversation with. Her infatuation with the two of them only grew, and she had always felt guilty for it. 

Rightfully so, because she was crushing on two people that were taken by each other. If that wasn’t guilt inducing, nothing else was. 

But nonetheless, she sat and listened, hanging on to every word they spoke, and she swore she could feel her heart skip a beat whenever one of them, or both of them, would look at her as they spoke. 

After a few more stories, the guest numbers started to dwindle. Soon there were only 8 people left, the rest of the party-goers not wanting to stick around and help clean up. 

Slim, Kells, Megan, Rook, Dub, Mod, Travis, and [ y / n ] were the only ones who were left, and it seemed as if Travis and [ y / n ] were the only ones sober enough to even start cleaning up. 

Everyone was in the living room, listening to music and doing their own thing, Kells, Rook, Slim, and Mod starting a game of pool while Megan hung on Kells like an ornament does a Christmas tree, cheering him on and helping him out, Mr. Baker drunk as all hell. 

When [ y / n ] and Travis were done cleaning up, Mod had already left, Rook and Slim already stumbling to their rooms, most likely passed the fuck out by now. [ y / n ] had to say, her cousin knew how to hold his liquor. How could he not with Colson as a friend?

Travis soon spoke up, “I think I’m gonna head out, there’s supposed to be a pretty bad snow storm. Dunno if you wanna get caught in that, [ y / n ].”

She gave a chaste nod in response, giving him a hug and wishing him farewell, before slipping into the kitchen. From the counter she stood at, she could hear the couple saying their goodbye to Travis, soon hearing the front door open and close, a chilly breeze sweeping through the house. 

[ y / n ] had already poured herself a drink, and usually she was a cocktail kinda girl. But after having to spend the whole night watching Colson and Megan literally being on top of each other, she needed something stronger. 

“Scotch on the rocks, huh?” 

[ y / n ]’s eyes flickered up, only to be met with Megan’s eyes as she leaned on the counter, looking at [ y / n ]’s drink as the young girl put the bottle of alcohol back into a cupboard. 

She flashed a friendly smile as she made her way back, “Yeah, just thought it would be nice to change it up a little bit.”

“I have to say that your cocktails are pretty good though,” Megan slumped in her position, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes, (obviously drunk), and [ y / n ] already knew what it meant. 

A Sex on the Beach was her favorite, and she knew by the compliment, she wanted the young woman to make one for her, and [ y / n ] let out a sigh, and Megan gave a pouty face in response. But [ y / n ] could never say no to her. 

Soon enough, she found herself with the needed ingredients in front of her, an orange-hued cocktail glass to add a little... pazazz if you will. 

Megan looked on in intoxicated wonder, watching as the other woman poured the cocktail, without even measuring anything. And after [ y / n ] garnished it with a cherry. 

Megan let out a sigh as she felt Colson slip up behind her, his arms around her waist, causing [ y / n ] to look up, looking right back down at the counter when she noticed the display of affection that just made her nauseous. It’s not that she found it gross. But more-so wishing that she was in both positions. 

“Ah, thanks for the drink,” Colson smirked, taking advantage of the whisky that sat there on the counter. 

[ y / n ] wanted to make a sound of protest, but when she caught sight of his fingers wrapped around the glass, the noise stopped half-way up her throat. 

God, his fingers are so sexy, fuck, I wonder with they could reach my cervix when he does it up to the knuckles- Wait, stop, [ y / n ], you’re being weird, stop. 

.”You know, you somehow even make a whiskey on the rocks somehow taste better. Dunno how you do it, you can’t even drink yet,” Colson praised, [ y / n ] wincing at the fact that he mentioned her age. 

It was true, she was the baby of the group. At only age 18, the boys were very protective of her, and it always made her self conscious, alway being treated like a baby. She liked to think of herself as a girl who’s mind was beyond her years, hating that she was born at the wrong time. 

She mumbled out a quick ‘thanks’ before sliding Ms. Fox her drink, a smile spreading across her face as she got giddy, squealing as she took a sip, a face of almost pleasure crossing her expression. 

“Holy shit, [ y / n ]. You’re the fucking best, fuck,” she admired, taking a long sip this time, Colson making childish grabby hands at the drink, the woman making a big show of presenting it to him, which of course included him rubbing her ass right against hit groin, making him let out a low groan, his head dropping in her neck. 

“You know, [ y / n ], we would love it if you stayed the night. Besides, there’s a really bad storm, we wouldn’t want you out on the road,” looking at Colson, nudging him as queue to agree. 

All she got was a nod. 

“Thanks, I think I’ll just crash on the couch or something,” [ y / n ]’s voice was barely audible, the pda in front of her making her slightly uncomfortable. 

“Nahhhh, you d-don’t need to, [ y / n / n ],” Colson was now slurring, “You can just sleep in our bed,”

[ y / n ] let out a small laugh, amused by his drunk offer. But after a few serious looks being thrown in her direction, she realized they were serious.

“Oh, y-you mean it, I couldn’t possibly-”

“Come oooon,” Megan wiggled out of Cols’ grasp, walking to the other side of the counter, grabbing [ y / n ]’s hands and guiding her away, dragging her up the stairs, Colson slowly finding his way behind them. 

When they finally made it to the master bedroom, Megan looked at [ y / n ] with a smirk, “Come on, you can’t sleep in that, you can borrow some of my things, just for tonight.”

“Are you sure, that’s not necessary, I-”

Megan shushed her, “Shh, it’s fine, it’s the least I can to. Besides, it’s Christmas Eve, ‘tis the season of giving,”

She suddenly pulled her in the bathroom, the closet connected in the back, but not before Colson suggested he slipped in the bathroom with them. [ y / n ] both scoffed and rolled their eyes, closing the door behind them. 

“Strip,” Megan said. 

[ y / n ] blinked, “h-huh?” 

“For the clothes, silly, you aren’t gonna put it over your clothes,”

Megan patted to the closet, rustling around, soon coming out with a shirt and some shorts.

“Here, go ahead ‘n get dressed,”

“What, like right here?” [ y / n ] asked, anxiety obviously shooting up. 

Megan let her hands rub over [ y / n ]’s shoulders, “Don’t sweat it, we’re both girls, we all have the same parts,”

[ y / n ] nodded shyly, taking off her dress-up shirt, then slipping off her pants, left in nothing but a bra and panties on. Megan then spoke up from behind her, making eye contact with [ y / n ] in the mirror, “You have a really beautiful body,”

[ y / n ] dismissed it as a drunk comment, and was about to slip the donated shirt on, but Megan stopped her before a second arm slipped into it. 

“Aren’t you going to take off your bra? Heard it can cause bad stuff for your chest. Besides, that bra is too pretty to ruin.”

She nodded slowly, now avoiding Megan’s prying eyes, getting behind her and unclasping her bra for her. Megan watched it was it dropped, starring at her breasts. 

The young woman cleared her throat, trying to get her tempting thoughts out of her head, slipping the rest of the clothes on, and was about to walk out of the door, before Megan once again stopped her.

“Hey,” she started, “You’re beautiful,” Megan then leaned over, leaving a soft kiss on [ y / n ]’s forehead, and if she wasn't red before, she was definitely red now. 

It was all so random. Coming out of nowhere.

Opening the door, [ y / n ] tried her hardest to forget what just happened, but it was all she could think about.

Colson already seemed like he was on the brink of sleep, the light from the TV being the only thing illuminating the room. But when his attention focused on the two women walking towards him, getting ready to slip into bed with him, he was wide awake. 

[ y / n ] paused for a second, stopping in her tracks, she wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do next, let alone what she was about to do. What the fuck even was this? A drunken idea that will be discarded in the morning, the two of them dismissing it because they were too drunk to remember?

Or did this mean something? Was this a sign? What if they both-

“Come on, [ y / n ], I don’t bite, Colson smiled, patting the spot right next to him, Megan nodding in confirmation.

“Y-Yeah, sure, okay,” her words came out faster than anticipated, making her sound like she was babbling like a toddler. 

Before she could embarrass herself anymore than she already did, she did as she was told, [ y / n ] slipping into the covers as she made room for Megan on the king-sized bed. 

But when Colson pulled her in, her head now on his chest, she could feel her heart beating a million miles a minute. And at first, she thought that Megan would disapprove. This was her boyfriend we were talking about. 

But when she hopped into bed, she objected for a different reason than expected. 

“Hey, don’t hog her, I want some cuddles too,” she whined, latching onto [ y / n ] by wrapping her arms around her waist and nuzzling her face in the back of the girl’s neck.

But Megan could sense [ y / n ]’s heartbeat, and she almost smirked to herself because she was part of the reason. 

“Come on, [ y / n ], it’s just us,” she soothed, hoping it would help with nerves. 

Colson himself gave a small squeeze of reassurance, then reaching over to his bedside table and pulling out a joint, lighting it. 

“You want first hit?” he passed it to [ y / n ] and she nodded. If anything were to calm her down, it would be this. At least relieve some tension. 

Soon enough, the joint was burned up to the filter, the room smelling like weed as the three of them relaxed, watching the movie that was on the screen. Colson was now sobered up a little bit. But he wouldn’t dare change the situation that he was in. Not for a hundred bucks. Not even for a million. 

[ y / n ] was nuzzled deeply into his chest now, Megan playing with her hair as she gave a look to Colson. 

As soon as the movie ended, Colson looked over to [ y / n ] who was sleeping peacefully, she soft breaths enough to make the couple fall asleep. Megan let out a small ‘aw’ before gently kissing her forehead just like she did in the bathroom. 

“Goodnight [ y / n ],”

Colson imitated her action, doing the same as she whispered Megan’s exact message, before pretending to fall asleep. 

But both of them weren’t sleeping. They were just hoping that the other one wasn’t going to find out about what they were about to do. They couldn’t resist. [ y / n ] was right there, and the both of them had a connection to the girl, so how could they not?

Colson made the first move. He let his free hand reach over his body, letting his hand drift gently over her thighs, making her shift just the slightest in her sleep. Soon enough it reached her calfs, then right where he wanted it, her covered clit his next target, pressing lightly on it, knowing the pressure would get to her, maybe even enough to wake her up. 

But she was sleeping like a rock, and all he was getting was whimpers and mutters of profanity in her sleep. 

It wasn’t until he felt another hand down there that he stopped and froze in his tracks. He suddenly looked over and whisper yelled.

“Megan??” 

She had the same response, “Colson??”

They both had the same goal. But it was somewhat relieving. Because the other couldn’t blame the feelings they had for the 18 year old. And Megan thought that she was the only one who had the sinful thought of touching her and making her make sultry noises in her sleep, feeling the gratification that she, in fact, made them happen. 

But now things changed. Now she didn’t feel so indifferent about her displays of affection for the girl, and neither did Colson. Because there were always the intentional touches every now and again. Always having the excuse to reach over [ y / n ], his hand touching her lower waist, which also made her turn a shade of dark pink, goosebumps erupting in it’s wake.

Now things had changed. 

Megan switched on the lamp on her side, giving a knowing look to Colson, knowing what they wanted to do next. They just prayed that [ y / n ] would want to do it too. 

Megan leaned over, leaving kisses across [ y / n ]’s neck as she let her hands slip up her shirt, dragging her nails across her stomach. Once Colson saw that [ y / n ]’s eyes were fluttering open, he suddenly grabbed her, making her squeak, pulling her into his lap as the kissed her on her lips. 

It may have been the sleepy haze, or maybe the weed, but [ y / n ] found herself kissing back as he held her close, now shifting herself to straddle his waist, their tongues poking and playing with each other while Megan let out a huff of disapproval, for Colson, once again hogging the girl. 

Megan ended up leaning up to her neck once again, her hands drifting everywhere she pleased, [ y / n ] letting out soft noises. 

Suddenly, Colson flipped her on the bed, before stripping her almost completely, except for her shirt. 

“That’s my shirt, you know,” he smirked, knowing Megan might have done that on purpose. 

This time, Megan’s hand sliding farther up, touching her beasts, lifting up the shirt just above them, bringing her mouth to the nipples, sucking them. Colson slipped his clothes off, trying to match the girl in front of him, Megan soon following suit, deciding to take off Colson’s shirt, leaving [ y / n ] completely in the nude. 

Their hands were all over her, making her squirm, getting self conscious. She was in front of the two most beautiful people she knew, and somehow they wanted her, my some miracle. But yet, she was relived, because she didn’t need to hide such dangerous feelings. Here, she thought her thoughts would split the couple apart. But what was about to happen was going to strengthen their bond for all three of them. 

Colson waisted no time getting between [ y / n ] legs, making contact with her clit as she let out a whimper. So many times, she had pictured this. Every time she touched herself, she pictured him doing it and not her hand, and it was finally happening. 

[ y / n ] then decided to make a daring move, reaching her hand down to Megan’s clit, rubbing soft circles around the bud, making her feel perfect. Sure, Colson could make her cum. But [ y / n ] was a woman. She knew what a woman’s body wants. What a woman’s body needs, and soon enough, the two women were about to fall off the edge. 

And they did, and Colson didn’t know which one to focus his attention on. It was beautiful to watch both of the women who were closest to him reach a state of nirvana. Especially at the same time. 

He then kissed up [ y / n ]’s stomach as she was just then coming down to Earth, then hovering over her, kissing her passionately. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was the hottest thing she thought she could experience that night. 

But Christ, was she wrong. 

“Let me have a taste, Cols,” Megan muttered, Colson eagerly complying, slipping his hand down to [ y / n ]’s clit to rub soft circles as he kissed his girlfriend, the afterglow of her orgasm somehow making her more beautiful. 

[ y / n ] turned her head, muffling her moans against the crook of Megan’s neck, her heavy breaths making the older woman squirm at the warm sensation. 

When the couple broke the kiss, Colson suddenly positioning himself at [ y / n ]’s entrance, kissing her neck, sucking dark marks all over her soft spots. But a wave of anxiety crashed over her as she pushed him back, stopping both him and Megan in their tracks, automatically concerned. 

“W-Wait, I’ve never... I haven’t-” she struggled to get her words out, Colson filling in the blanks. 

“You’re a virgin?” Megan suddenly cut in. 

“How are you even related to Rook- Ow-” Colson got a smack on the chest from Megan, giving him a look. 

“What better way to loose your virginity than to share it with more than one person?” Megan suggested. 

“I just... can you hold my hand?” she asked Megan like a child, and she automatically obliged, intertwining their fingers and placing a soft kiss on her nose. 

“Anything for you.”

“Are you okay to keep going?” Colson asked sensitively, and [ y / n ] gave a small nod before taking a deep but shaky breath. 

As she let a breath out, he began to insert the tip, making [ y / n ] gasp, a new discomfort in her cunt she had never felt before. And fuck he was big. But if there was one thing that was known about [ y / n ], it was that she wasn’t a quitter. She had made it this far. 

After a few seconds of whispered praises from the both of them, [ y / n ] bit down on her lip as she began to push in farther, the girl squeezing Megan’s hand like it was the last thing she would ever do. 

Soon enough, we was bottomed out inside her, giving her time to adjust, Colson kissing her collarbone as Megan kissed her jaw. After several minutes of cock-warming, [ y / n ] saw it fit to move, almost letting out a sigh of relief. 

Slowly, he started to move, trying his best to be as gentle as possible. Soon he began to go faster, and the ache in [ y / n ]’s core began to dissolve into pleasure as she felt every ridge and every vein as be slipped in and out of her. 

“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking tight, shit,” he cursed, beginning to go faster and faster, [ y / n ] feeling the coil inside her tighten. 

“m’gonna cum, can I please cum?” she asked desperately, Megan bringing their intertwined hands up to her lips, giving [ y / n ]’s hand a kiss.

“Of course you can, sweet girl, unravel on his cock,” her words leaving Colson speechless, her fingers slipping down to her clit, [ y / n ] letting out a yelp of pleasure. 

Soon enough, the coil inside her snapping like a twig as a mind-numbing orgasm, making her black out, passing out in pure euphoria, Colson pulling out and Megan suddenly lurching forward, her mouth on his tip, taking his cum in her mouth, swallowing everything he gave him. 

Tucking her under the covers, Colson smirked, letting it sink in that he was his first time, almost feeling as if she saved herself for this exact moment. 

And as [ y / n ]  finally slipped into peaceful sleep, Colson then went to his girlfriend, getting ready to give her a perfectly earned orgasm.

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Just So I Could Call You Mine - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader part 3

A/N: It's finally here!! I'm sorry the wait was so long but I'm hoping it'll be worth it. I'd just like to thank @ya-boi-is-dead for the inspiration for this fic. Please enjoy:)

Warnings: Swearing

*** = time skip

Word Count: 2744

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Things with Aaron had been going great. After the incident at Rossi’s, we decided to take things slow but, us being who we were, fell right back into the pattern of things. Most weekends were spent with each other whether it was going for coffee, a stroll in the park, or (more often than not) we just stayed home enjoying each other’s company once again. We tried to hold off from telling the team to start with as we didn’t want the pressure of them knowing to somehow hinder things but trying to hide a relationship from a group of profilers is like trying to hide from an unsub behind a glass door. Impossible. When they all inevitably found out, Aaron got an earful from the lot of them considering how things went last time, but I can honestly say, he’s not going to hurt me. The one person we’ve decided it’s absolutely essential not to tell is the mega bitch herself – Haley. I can’t risk Aaron losing Jack for being in a relationship with me, I’d never forgive myself. So, while Haley knows me and Aaron are back on good terms, everything else is hidden from her.

I jolted upright as an alarm sounded right next to my head. I fumbled around beside me trying to find my phone to shut it off. As I pulled my phone towards me, JJ’s name flashed in my face.

“Oh my god finally, where the hell are you? Is Hotch with you?” She said sounding frustrated.

“What do you mean?” I replied, my voice heavy with sleep. As I was talking, I felt an arm snake around my waist pulling me backwards. Aaron buried his head in the crook of my neck, sighing happily. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone, cuddle up to him and just stay there forever. However, this being my life – that was not going to happen.

“You were meant to be here half an hour ago. Hotch has a meeting this morning that starts in 20 minutes and neither of you are anywhere to be seen.” JJ explained. That woke me up. I looked at the clock. 10:00. Shit.

“Aaron.” I jabbed him with my elbow causing him to groan while pulling me closer to him. “Aaron, seriously wake up. We’re so late. You have a meeting today.” I hissed. He shot up right.

“What?” He looked at the clock. “Fuck. What happened to the alarm?” He asked, rushing to get out of bed.

“I don’t know, we must have forgotten to set it.” I replied. “Okay Jayje we’re on our way, we’ll be there asap. See you soon.” I said hanging up the phone. Aaron tumbled into the bathroom, pulling his trousers on before grabbing his toothbrush. I pulled my shirt over my head whilst frantically trying to find my hairbrush.

“I can’t believe we let this happen.” I called out, trying not to laugh.

“I know, I could’ve sworn I set the alarm.” He replied.

“I mean we were a bit, well – preoccupied – last night.” I joked. He shot me a smirk before his face dropped.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I was meant to take jack to school today. He has a late start and Haley said she couldn’t make it. But I’ve got to the get to this meeting.” He dropped his head in his hands.

“Where is he now?” I questioned.

“He should still be at Jess’s, he stayed over last night.” He replied, doing his tie up.

“Well, I can grab him if you want. I can afford to be a few more minutes late to the office.” I offered. He shot me an uncertain look.

“Won’t that look a bit strange? If you turn up they might think somethings going on” he said. I stepped closer to him.

“I can just say I’m doing a favour for a friend. I’ll even throw in there that the rest of the team were busy, so I was a last resort if you want.” I suggested. He chuckled at my words but still looked hesitant.

“What’s on your mind Aaron?” I placed my arms round his neck as his gravitated towards my waist. He sighed.

“I just don’t want to risk things going wrong again. I don’t think I could handle losing you again.” He confessed. My heart melted. It gave me comfort to know he was serious about us this time.

“I get it. But I can promise you this. You are not going to lose me again, okay? I’m in this for the long haul. Not even the queen of manipulation herself can take me away from you.” I said, cupping his face in my hands. A smile graced his lips, one that I only ever saw at home. One that made me feel safe.

“But if you want me to call Emily and ask her to pick him up, I will.” I continued.

“No. I want you to go. Jack loves you anyway.” He replied before pulling me into a kiss. It was a whirlwind, one that I never wanted to break from. But considering neither of us had left the house yet – I was forced to.

“Okay, come on we need to leave.” I said grabbing my coat and heading outside. I gave him a quick kiss before jumping in my car and heading to Jess’ place.

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The ride there was relatively quick considering I’d stayed at Aarons, and she only lived about 15 minuets away. I knew Jess quite well, and we got along. She’d never had an issue with me unlike her sister. But I couldn’t help from feeling slightly anxious as I knocked on the door. However, the last thing I expected was to see was the person I’d been trying my best to avoid.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Haley questioned, raising her brow at me. I swallowed nervously. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t intimidate me. I mean she’s the human equivalent to a chihuahua – mouthy as fuck but tiny. I just didn’t want to say anything that might jeopardise Aaron.

“Hey Haley, I’m here to take Jack to school. Hotch was running late for a meeting and didn’t think you were available. The rest of the team were busy, so he called me.” I said calmly. She looked me up and down, judging me heavily.

“A likely story. You’re not his mum you know, just because your suddenly all friendly with Aaron.” She said applying as much emphasis as she could onto his name. “It means nothing outside of work.” I could tell she was trying to provoke some type of reaction out of me, but me being the stubborn bitch I am, wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. Instead, I opted for a more entertaining route.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” I gushed. “If you ever thought I was overstepping I’m apologise, that was never my intent.” I said my voice oozing with as much fake soppiness I could handle. She rolled her eyes before walking away.

“I can’t believe he still tolerates you” She muttered. I’m assuming she was referring to Hotch. Before I could think on it any longer, Jack can bounding towards me.

“Y/N” He called happily.

“Hey little man” I replied bending down to wrap my arms around him. The happiness this kid brought me was insane.

“You ready for school?” I asked standing back up.

“Yep. We’re making decorations for the class today. We’re having a party on Friday” He replied, beaming up at me.

“That’s amazing buddy. Let’s get you there right away then shall we?” I replied.

“Okay. Bye mum.” He called before grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the car. I didn’t get a chance to see Haley’s face as we left but I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head. Well, that was fun.

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The rest of the day went fine, despite the rushed start. Luckily Hotch had made it in time for his meeting. We didn’t have a case today, so it was a pretty lazy day. I spent most of it either pestering Emily or gossiping with Garcia. I guess, technically, there was some paperwork I could’ve been doing but my ideas were so much more fun.

“I’m telling you now Garcia, I swore we’d set an alarm.” I said between laughter.

“Well, it’s nice to know he’s satisfying you this time round.” She quipped.

“Hey, satisfaction was never an issue” I replied. Her eyes widened mischievously.

“So” She begun. “He’s good in bed then?” She asked, twirling her fluffy pen in between her fingers as she leant back in her chair.

“Pen, I love you, but I’m not discussing this with you right now. We’re in a professional workspace.” I said, a fake authoritative tone laced in my voice. She shot me a look of pretend annoyance but before she could say anything Emily burst through the door.

“You alright there Em?” I asked turning to face her.

“You guys might wanna come and see this” she said before turning and walking back out the way she came. I swapped a confused look with Garcia before getting up and following Emily. The team was stood in the bullpen, not-so-subtly starring into Hotch’s office.

“What’s going on?” I asked Spencer. He just gestured at the window. I looked up and saw a very pissed off looking Haley standing in front of an equally pissed off Aaron. They were having a rather heated debated (argument) by the looks of things.

“Why is she here?” Garcia piped up. “We don’t know. She just showed up and barged in.” Derek replied. I felt my face flush red as my heart sunk.

“Hey.” Spencer nudged me with his elbow. “What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“I think it’s my fault.” I muttered. This caught the team’s attention, but before anyone could ask me about it, Haley stormed out of his office.

“No, I’m not having this Aaron. This isn’t fair” She yelled.

“You’re being unreasonable. I was running late, and you said you were busy. What did you expect me to do?” He replied, aggravated. Fuck, this was about me.

“You could have called anyone else. Not the woman who’s been trying to squeeze her way into my son’s life. She’s trying to replace me god dam it.” I felt the team’s eyes on me, but I refused to look at them. Aaron glanced at me before replying to Haley.

“You need to quit the bullshit Haley. Y/N knows full well that you are Jack’s mother, and she would never do anything to undermine or replace you. Stop trying to pin this all on her when she’s been nothing but nice to you.” He’d finally had enough of her and I’m not ashamed to admit that I was glad. It made my heart swell with pride to hear how he was defending me. That feeling didn’t last long as Haley’s shrill voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Nice to me?? Aaron have you lost your mind?” She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his chest. This pissed me off. I went to go forward but JJ grabbed my arm.

“Do you not remember what she did? The phone call? She told everyone about you Aaron. I wouldn’t do that to you.” She blinked up at him, clearly trying to win him over. That was enough.

“No, you’d just shag some other guys behind his back wouldn’t you Haley” I called, shaking JJ’s hand from me. I walked up the stairs and stood next to Aaron, who’d pushed her hands away at this point.

“I would never do that. Aaron, listen to her spinning these lies about me.” She protested.

“Seriously Haley? Come off it. You’re making yourself look like a right twat. We all know you cheated, and we all know your just trying to ruin everything good in Aaron’s life because your bitter that he has a life outside of you. So just accept that he’s moved on and leave.” I said, trying my hardest not to yell at her.

“Honestly.” She scoffed. “At least I didn’t expose his secrets to the whole team. You might want to work on keeping your mouth shut. As well as your legs, it’s not attractive to sleep around the office you know honey.” She shot. It took everything inside of me not to smack the bitch right there.

“First of all, stop with the fucking lies okay. I told Aaron what really happened with that phone call. The fact that you tried to turn my own boyfriend against me purely to satisfy your own crazy, possessive fantasies is the most delusional fucked up thing you could have possibly done. He doesn’t love you anymore. When will you get that into your thick skull” I yelled. Safe to say I’d lost it. Haley just starred back at me, unable to talk. “Nobody wants you here. Grab your shit and get out.” I spat. This seemed to snap her back into reality. She shifted her eyes from me to Aaron.

“You are never going to see Jack again.” She hissed. She turned to walk away but I stepped in front of her.

“What was that?”

“I said he’s never going see jack again. I’m taking him to court and making sure I get full custody. If he’s choosing to side with you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting my son be in his life.” She explained, her tone was viscous.

“On what grounds are you going to take him to court for?” I pressed. This caught her off guard. “No please do tell me. Because as far as I’m aware, you don’t have a leg to stand on. Aaron has done nothing to prove he’s a bad father or should be denied custody. He has a house, a clean background, a stable career – I mean hell, he probably earns more than you. So, think about it, do you really want to kick up a big fuss for something you probably wont even win?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to string a sentence together but her words fell short. “Exactly. Now, Aaron will be picking Jack up later and we will bring him home tomorrow. Now, leave.” I concluded, a satisfied smile on my face. Haley glanced from me to Aaron, dumbfounded, before grabbing her bag and storming out. As soon as she left, I heard clapping coming from down below. I looked down and saw Derek grinning proudly as he applauded me.

“WHOOOH!” He called.

“Look at you go girl” Penelope jeered joining in. Soon enough the whole team were clapping and cheering up at me. I laughed at them, suddenly becoming shy. All Of a Sudden, I felt an arm snake around my waist, turning me around. Before I could process anything, Aaron had cupped my face in his hands and crashed his lips to mine passionately. My head was spinning. As cliché as it sounds, the rest of the world melted away as I allowed myself to get lost in the heat of the kiss. It was laced with nothing but love. Eventually, we pulled away from each other, but he pressed his forehead to mine. He wore a boyish, heart-warming smile on his lips.

“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.” He whispered. The sincerity in his voice shocked me.

“I-I love you too. I’m sorry to have caused a scene I just couldn’t stand to see her all over you like that and she was-“ I rambled but he cut me off by placing a finger to my lips.

“Shh. You did nothing wrong. Thank you. For everything.” He replied. I pulled away slightly and grinned up at him.

“Anytime love, anytime.” We starred into each other’s eyes for a moment longer. His arms round my waist, mine around his neck – just basking in our love for each other for a brief moment.

“Um guys, this is cute and all, but could you just get a room or something?” Rossi called, causing us all to laugh.

“Come on.” Aaron said, lacing his fingers in mine. “Let’s go home.” I’d never felt happier than I did it that moment. The moment I knew I’d be with him forever.

[infinitegalahad]

RAY IN THE BATHROOM

Summary: Ray is hiding in a bathroom and has a panic attack over the fact that his only real friend and the love of his life has (supposedly) left him for Brad.

Word-Count: 2.1k

Warnings: References of suicidal thoughts, ptsd, and severe anxiety. Brad is a semi-asshole. Hop on the angst train (with fluff at the end!)

A/N: I was listening to Be More Chill because let's just say that I can heavily relate to Micheal In The Bathroom due to recent events in my life. So then again, what better way to cope then using my biggest kin, Ray Person, in a totally not self indulgent fic?? Also as for the prompt requests-i'm working on them! Sorry, school has been bad. I'm keeping a promise to myself to release at least once a a week and I'm on a gen kill rampage. Idk what else to add so enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody

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Ray doesn’t expect himself to be hanging in the bathroom at their first year reunion. But instead of “hanging”, he’s hiding. Those emotions that never come out are now coming back to haunt him. Ray knows he can't hide behind a shit eating grin and sunglasses. He leaned up against the tub inside of the cramped room, his sunglasses tucked into the neck of his polo as tears sting his eyes.

Ray’s legs felt numb and he knows if he looks into the mirror and sees his flushed face and eyes, he won’t be able to conceal his crying. He’s not able to go back outside and would prefer to fake pee or just check his phone in the bathroom.

“C’mon brah!” Q-tip whined like a child, crossing his legs. “This hurts like a butt cheek on a stick”

“You can’t come in!” Ray yelled as he held back a sob, “The little man is going. Suck it up, buttercup.”

Q-tip had been knocking on the door for over ten minutes before giving up and choosing to pee outside. Ray let out a shaky sigh and fell onto the thin side of the bathtub, biting his lip and he batted his wet eyes with his palms.

Ray and y/n had been an unexpected trio. Partners in crime, double trouble, you went well together despite their differences. You were an educated college student and he was a whiskey tango mess who couldn’t shut his mouth for the life of it. You cried, laughed, and did everything together. Little known to y/n, Ray didn’t have a crush on her-but he was more than in love.

However, when Ray is having severe social anxiety, an event he would typically rely on y/n to help him with, his “partner in crime” falls short. Ray knows that y/n is light years better than him. Here was the smartest and most beautiful woman he had met next to a college dropout who didn’t make it past Geometry.

Now the “perfect pair” is severed, leaving one half alone in the bathroom.

Ray’s forgotten how long he’s been in the bathroom for. These types of events always felt forced, and everyone knew that. Whenever that awkwardness would arise, Ray and y/n would choose to ditch and steal a few beers and sit in the bathtub, watching an obscure eighties film in the dark, cramped room with Ray’s god awful commentary.

But even though Ray has Born American downloaded, he can’t bring himself to watch it. Now he’s laying in the bathtub, picking at grout as he softly grieves. He’s hiding in there while y/n is ignoring all of their history.

Ray first arrived at the party, making a dramatic entrance. He made sure everybody knew that he was there, especially y/n. His original plan was to wear a purple tux he had snatched from walamrt since it was ugly as fuck, and Ray knew that. But knowing that you were going to be there, Ray made an attempt with an expensive navy polo and khaki shorts, courtesy of Nate.

Upon seeing you, Ray ran over from whatever he was doing to talk to you. Whether you were OD’S or a casual jumpsuit, you looked dead drop gorgeous-and Ray never knew how to express his affections. So he pulled you into a hug and muttered a shitty joke, and you just laughed.

Over the course of the next hour, the two of you catched up about your mundane lives. It made Ray feel guilty since he knew that you were better than him in every way possible, on the road of success. Your future sounded like you would go to some fancy school and then marry a lawyer. Ray wanted to be good for you, but he didn’t know how to at all. He followed you around like a lost puppy for the rest of the party, feeling a tinge of jealousy whenever one of the guys would give you a chaste hug or when you wouldn't pay attention to him for five minutes.

Ray didn’;t know why the fuck eh was feeling so sappy. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating (even though that’s exactly what he wanted).

Ray doesn’t hate Brad, but he just hates whenever he talks to you. He sees the two of you, smiling and laughing as you catch u[. Ray knows it’s rude, but he buds in and offers to get drinks for the “three amigos”. You kindly accept and Ray goes away to get drinks. He makes sure to spit inside of Brad’s drink as a childish act of revenge.

As Ray walks down the hallway balancing the three drinks, he pauses to hide behind the door since he hear’s Brad mention his name. You and Brad had moved to the couch, sitting too close for Ray’s comfort levels. He had an arm slung over the couch, which was barely touching you, but Ray had taken it as an offense.

Standing by the doorway and leaning, he overheard Brad’s words.

“Ray’s a little shit, whiskey tango loser, sister fucking, type of man. I don’t know what you see in him,” Brad had casually said, cold and straight to the point. He truly lived up to his name.

That’s when Ray dropped the drinks and ran towards the bathroom. He didn’t hear you respond, and that was the last thing he needed to hear.

Now Ray’s sitting in the tub, no longer holding tears back, but there coming out. A sob escapes his mouth and he tries to smile, but he can’t. He gets a taste of his salty tears and tries to stop the waterworks, but they come back, bigger and faster. It’s been a while since he had a good cry-but it happened at one of the most inconvenient times. And it was over a stupid girl-who he coulnd’t deny that he was in love with.

But y/n was lightyears ahead of him. Besides, Brad was (seemingly) a better fit for her. The scenario began to play in Ray’s wild mind. The memories of “double trouble” will get erased. Their wedding will be small, paid for by the Colberts. Q-Tip will DJ, Godfather will make a speech with his horrid voice, and Ray will make a shitty joke as usual. Worst had come to the worst.

Ray hears a drunk Q-tip sing along through the door to “I wanna dance with somebody”. His feelings sink even deeper cause it makes him think; now there’s no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore. That was y/n’s favorite hobby about these forced get-togethers.

Ray knew that at some point, he’d be forced to come out. As he chokes back the incoming tears, he waits until his face becomes dry, planning to blame it on weed or something in his eyes or the five bud lights he regrets drinking.

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Ray looks up and wipes his face, forcing a fake laugh. “Oh hell yeah, I'll be out soon.”

“Ray, it’s me.” It’s y/n’s voice, and Ray can’t believe it’s her. A part of him wants her to come in, but the other part wants him to defend himself.

“Why do you want me to come out when you can hang out with your new big strong viking? Who talks all educated and shit since you just love being around him.” Ray spits out with a few sniffles.

Based on his words and the sniffles, you can tell something is clearly wrong.

You shake your head and lightly knock again, “Please, that’s not what happened. Brad’s an idiot, and we’re just friends. “Please, come out.”

Ray got out from the tub and came close to the door, feeling your frantic breathes again the door. “My biggest mistake was showing up. I wished I stayed up watching cable porn, or I offered myself. Besides, he’s better for you. Just go away.”

Hearing him say such things made you worry even more, afraid that he could do something to himself that he’d regret.

“Ray, open the damn door. Don’t say dumb shit.” You pleaded, frantically twisting the door knob. The worry was evident in your voice.

“No, fuck you! Fuck this whole place. You’re smart; just leave me alone.” Ray banged against the door as tears came down his face. He immediately regretted his choice of words, knowing that they would hurt you. He turned away to return to the bathtub, only to stop when he heard you now sniffling.

Mega fuck.

Ray reluctantly walks back to the door and opens it, to see your face, all red and wet like this. Both of you stood there, disheveled, tears both running down your face.

Not a single word was spoken between the two of you as you ran into his arms, pulling him close as you cried into his chest. Ray used his foot to slam the door shut and then proceeded to pull you into a bearhug, stroking the back of your head as he comforted you through your sobs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He repeated as his tears stained your shoulder as well, “I didn’t-fuck. I’m such a retar-” He froze, knowing that you hated that word. “Idiot. I just-fuck. Don’t cry. You’ll ruin all the stuff on your face-”, Ray said as he tilted your face up and started to wipe your tears.

“Makeup. ‘S fine, I’m not wearing much. I just didn’t wanna get mistaken for a middle schooler again.”

Ray and you both let out a chuckle in the midst of your shared crying session. He’s still wiping the tears from your face as you rest your arms on his waist.

“First time we met, y’know. Godfather thought you had a dick for a long time.” Ray added, which earned another laugh from you.

You shook your head, “Remember when Trombley found out I was a girl?”

“Looked like he was about to shit himself-he wouldn’t leave you alone.”

“Ugh, ‘s a nightmare.” The two of you filled the void with the awakened laughter you shared. Ray’s tiny hands moved to your chin, directing it slightly up.

“I still think you’re pretty hot either way, angel.” Ray confessed. The two of you looked at each other for a minute, seeing the love and pupils widen in both of your eyes. Standing on your toes, you and Ray’s lips gently pecked at each other. You could taste the bud light on his lips as Ray’s lips overpowered yours, gently cupping and sucking passionately.

“Fuck,” Ray breathed through the kiss as your foreheads touched, “I love you.”

“Shit, I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” You chuckled as your finger’s played with Ray’s dark hair. It’s gotten longer, and it’s at a length where he can awkwardly style it, but since Ray is Ray-it’s a mess, “I love you too. I’m sorry about Brad, you know how he is.”

“I just thought you and him were having a moment. I just started overthinking it since I thought you didn't wanna be around me. Which is chill, I was vibing,” Ray attempted to joke, which was a way to cope with his pain.

You shake your head and hold his face to reassure him. Ray looks down at you in awe, which makes a smile curve on your lips.

“Brad wasn’t touching me, he just was stretched out on the couch. Ray, don’t say that. You were in the bathroom for over an hour. I knew that you were ethier upset or having explosive diarrhea from Nate’s vegan casserole-or both.”

“That shit was beyond nasty. I bet he got all the ingredients at Trader joes and sold his soul just to buy it.” Ray quickly quipped.

“Jesus, don’t make me vomit.” You huffed as you looked at the bathtub, “Now are you gonna come out now without beating up someone?”

“Yes babycakes, as long as you do one thing.”

Cringing, you force a smile. It’s not because you don’t love him, but sometimes what comes out of his mouth can be questionable. “Yes Ray?”

He grabs your hand, which fits right into his. “Gotta show the homies who’s the alpha around here.”

You don’t mind holding Ray’s hand. You like the tight squeezes and the feel of his soft skin. As the two of you walk out of the bathroom back into the life of the party with the smell of barbeque and the august heat in the air.

“Oh god Ray, shut up.”

Ray simply responds with a goosey laugh.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

My Oh My

Summary: The reader and her next door neighbor Dean have an arrangement to help one another through heats and ruts or just to fool around when they feel like it. When the reader’s heat hits though, things go differently this time around...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x omega!reader

Square: Fuck Buddies

Word Count: 1,796

Warnings: mature (language, smut (sex), a/b/o dynamics)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​​

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“Hey, Y/N!” called Dean from next door. You popped your head up from where you were washing your tires, spinning around to catch Dean smiling at you from his driveway. “How many times I got to tell you girl. Wash ‘em with soap and water first, then use the expensive buffer, hm?”

“I didn’t even use to wash my tires, Winchester,” you said, smirking as you stood up and he crossed the yard into yours. 

“Yeah but that’s why you got me around,” he laughed. You crossed your arms and leaned back against the wet car, Dean looking you up and down. “You free tonight?”

“Maybe. You got something planned?”

He stared at you and cocked his head adorably under his hat. You returned it and looked around.

“My bad. I uh, I thought I smelled your...heat,” he said quietly. You looked down and put a hand over your core.

“Oh. I guess today is the first day. It’s not even come on yet. You could really smell it?” you asked.

“It was faint,” he shrugged. “If it’s not that bad we don’t gotta.”

“No. No, suppressants help but an Alpha really makes it bearable,” you said. “Unless you’re busy.”

“No, not at all,” he smiled. “My place? Last time you said it helped being over there, my scent.”

“Yeah. I can pop over at 8 if that’s cool,” you said. He smiled and started to head back across his yard. 

“I’ll order a pizza. See you later, Y/L/N.”

“Hey,” you said, lightly sweating when Dean answered his door that night. You spotted a pizza box on his counter behind him.

“Hey,” he said, taking your bag from you. “Come on ‘mega.”

He locked up after you and grabbed your waist, lifting you up with one arm until you clung to him. 

“You have no idea how hot it is when you go Alpha,” you breathed into his neck, taking in his scent and getting dizzy off of it.

“Upstairs Omega. I’m gonna fuck you senseless,” he said. You were halfway up the stairs when the doorbell rang. Dean sighed and set you down on the step. “I will be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You hummed, still soaking up his scent as he skirted back down the stairs and opened the door.

“Hey! You ready to go cutie?” said a feminine voice. Your nose twitched up and you smelled Omega, enough to put you back in reality. 

“Uh,” said Dean as you wandered back down the stairs and stepped into view. 

“Hi. I’m Elyse...Dean’s girlfriend. You must be his bestie neighbor he’s always telling me about. You’re coming out with us tonight...right?” she asked. 

“Oh,” you said, grabbing your bag, shooting Dean a look. “I would but my heat’s acting up. I’m out of pain medicine and was stopping by to see if Dean had some.”

“I got you. I never go anywhere without some,” she said, digging around in her purse and holding out a bottle.

“Thanks,” you grit out, forcing a smile. “Enjoy your date.”

You slipped past them both and outside, heading back into your house with a groan.

It was three in the morning and you were squirming in bed, arms wrapped around your core when a figure entered your bedroom. You jumped and saw Dean step into the dim light.

“Hey. Sorry. I used my emergency key. You uh, you doing okay?” he asked.

“Go fuck your Omega. We had a deal. Either one of us gets in a relationship, we call off the fuck buddies thing. That was the deal you apparently no longer care about,” you said, face scrunching up in pain. “Ah. Go away. You’re making it worse.”

“Y/N-”

“I said leave!” you shouted. You sat up and got out of bed, pushing him towards the door. “Go!”

You shoved again and fell down to your knees, gripping your stomach.

“Y/N,” said Dean. You were crying, even his scent not helping. “Y/N, come on.”

He picked you up and sat back on the bed with you, your face jamming in his neck.

“Elyse is not my girlfriend. She’s an old...client,” he said. “Occasionally she needs help through a heat too. I do it under the table. Only her. I swear.”

“She pays you money to fuck her?” you said, raising your head. Dean looked away and you grabbed his jaw. “Are you an Alpha for hire? Fucks sake, Dean.”

“I was young and made good money doing it. So yeah, I was an Alpha for hire. I didn’t like it anymore so I stopped,” he said.

“Obviously not,” you said. “Still screwing the neighbor and apparently the occasional old fuck.”

“Fuck you,” he said as he stood up, leaving you on the bed. You cried as he walked away, letting out tiny gasps of pain. He paused in the doorway and you doubled over. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“You lied, all those ground rules we set out months ago and you lied,” you said. “Call me an ambulance and then get out of my life. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Fine. Good riddance,” he said.

“Good! Get out of my house,” you said. He stared at you and you glared back. “What?”

“You know how whenever we fool around, I don’t let you take off my shirt?” he asked quietly.

“I figured you were self-conscious,” you said. He shook his head and stepped in front of you, ripping it off. You saw a tattoo on his chest, Dean looking away. “Is that-”

“An ownership brand? Yeah. I did something stupid as a teenager. Egged a house of a local official stupid. I presented early though. He wanted to set an example. I could do a longer stint in jail or I could be an Alpha for hire for five years and then get out,” he said.

“How old were you?”

“Eighteen. I was technically an adult.”

“Why did you pick being that?” you asked, Dean sitting down on the bed again.

“Because I was small back then and small Alpha boys get torn apart in places like that,” he said. “I wouldn’t have lasted a week before they fucked me up for good. So I chose the less horrible option.”

“Elyse isn’t your girlfriend?”

“No. She never...the truth is she’s a lawyer. She’s my lawyer. We keep all of this quiet. No one knows. I was embarrassed. I still am. I’m sorry I lied. But I never…” he said, trailing off when you put his hand on your stomach.

“You shouldn’t have sex with someone unless you want to, Dean,” you said.

“I don’t,” he said. “Not anymore.”

“I’m sorry for assuming.”

“I’m sorry for lying.”

“Dean. I think we need to stop doing this. I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I’ve never felt like that with you. I like having fun sex and heat sex and rut sex. I like it a lot with you. I’m only here for two reasons. I like it and I don’t like you in pain which you are clearly in a lot of.”

“I didn’t take any painkillers,” you said. 

“Oh, Omega, why?” said Dean, standing up and going into your bathroom, returning with a few in the palm of his hand.

“I was upset and hormonal and I changed my mind so please fuck me if that’s okay,” you said, sniffling as you chugged down the pills.

“Can you make it to my house?” he asked.

“I need a nest,” you said, throwing your head back. “I need one. Fuck, I haven’t waited this long to take medicine since I presented.”

“I made you one already,” he said, grabbing some clothes for you. “Come on. Let’s get you taken care of.”

“De, I need it,” you groaned, your hands digging into his back not five minutes later, Dean letting you mark him up as he rocked his hips into you in his room.

“Say it,” he murmured, nipping lightly at your neck, just over where your mating bond would go. He wouldn’t dare actually bite down but the thought made you shiver.

“Alpha.”

“Thatta girl,” he said, kissing your skin as he thrust his knot inside of you. He let it nearly pop back out but he slammed in hard, locking you together.

A pleasure pain ripped through your core, you heat temporarily sated as your muscles milked him.

“Good ‘mega. Good girl,” shushed Dean, pulling the blankets around you further. It was hot and smelled like pure Alpha in the tiny nest he’d built, your face jammed in his neck as he turned to his side. “Good. You did real good.”

“You’re pretty,” you hummed, placing a hand over the tattoo on his chest. “Who was the guy that did it?”

“Nance,” he said. “I think he’s in the mayor’s office now.”

“Dean. My mom works for the disciplinary agency for the state,” you breathed out, holding onto him tight. “She would love to bring down an ass like that.”

“It was legal what they did,” he said.

“No. It wasn’t. It’s called Alpha-Alpha owning. It’s illegal. Trust me,” you said.

“I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“You can’t. You’re protected under the law,” you said. “It’s there if you’re ever looking for a little payback is all. Maybe you can bring it up to Elyse.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said, pushing sweaty strands of hair away from your face. “You know I always used to hate this part. The cuddling, being stuck, all that stuff. I think I like it now.”

“I like it,” you said, closing your eyes. “Thank you for coming over.”

“You needed it. I could sense it,” he said.

“Still. Thank you,” you murmured. You shut your eyes, falling asleep on top of him but that wasn’t unusual whenever you slept together.

Waking up to Dean still in bed the next morning was new though. Him rolling over and kissing your cheek was definitely new. Making out was normal, soft sweet kisses, not so much.

You didn’t want to think about it too much. You still had the rest of your heat to get through after all.

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