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Best RPF Ship - Round 3 Match 2
#j2#ryliver#supernatural#911#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#ryan guzman#oliver stark#911 abc#spn#rpf#rpf tourney#round 3
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Jared's a princess and Jensen treats him accordingly
#j2#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#you canât hear it but Jensen's voice was so soft and gentle in that split minute#If rpf is wrong... (sam voice) then I don't want to be right#mine
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okie.
#guys who exude rpf bait every time they breathe around each other#no but really something sooo so endearing abt this dynamic is how extroverted (but sensitive!) jared is vs#how introverted (but rough!) jensen is#itâs like crack sometimes tbfh if youâre watching them too closely#j2
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Best Con Ever
Summary: Itâs all fun and games until the truth is revealed.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, drinking, silly stuff, Jared being an annoyingly good friend (seriously, he wouldn't shut up!).Â
W/C: 2,381.
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Alexander Calvert, Richard Richard Speight Jr.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).
Challenge/Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Prompt/Square Filled: Making fun of one anotherÂ
Notes: Jensen is a single pringle for this one!Â
Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are mine.
Graphics:Â dividers - @talesmaniac89 / picture in title card - @lemondropsonice - they were kind enough to grant permission to use when I asked.
Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main
The special fan event is going so well. The intro includes party games, such as Pin the Wings on the Angel and Bowling with the Devil. The pins have pictures of demons from each season taped to them. Thereâs also a drinking game with âapple juiceâ because Jensen and Jared keep insisting âJackâ - Alex - isnât old enough to drink yet. Youâre a little buzzed, but it helps ease your nerves.Â
âAh, you said Supernatural!â Alex exclaims, pointing at Jared, and the audience collectively yells, âDRINK!â
Shots of apple juice that smell suspiciously like whiskey this time get passed around until the four of you have one, and then, as one, you shoot them back.
âWoo,â Jensen yells, sucking his teeth as he turns his back to the audience and looks at you. âDonât let me fall over.â
âOnly if you do the same for me,â you laugh.Â
âI got you.â He turns to the audience again but puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side.Â
Of course, the audience immediately awws and gasps. âOh shhh, you lot,â Jensen playfully scolds, âIâm just holding her up.â
âWouldnât want her falling now, would we?â Jared says. âUnless it's for you. Ba-dum-tss.â
He gets nothing from the band. The drummer shakes his head.
âOh, come on!â He complains. âThat was good!â
This is your first event since joining the show at the end of season eleven, but it is not the first time a potential off-screen romance has been mentioned. You have seen videos of panels where fans have asked the question, and you and Jensen have each been approached by fans on the street. With Jensenâs arm wrapped firmly around you, you are sure you can get through it without making a fool of yourself.
Jensen has been a wonderful source of support from the beginning. You had been nervous about how the fans would react because you replaced the wonderful Megalyn Echikunwoke as Cassie Robinson, Deanâs love interest from way back in season one. The inconsistencies in appearance had been loosely explained, and it was somewhat plausible in the world of Supernatural, but that didnât bother you so much. Being Deanâs love interest was what worried you the most. The fans are so protective, and rightfully so.
âTheyâre going to love you,â Jensen had said when you aired your concerns. âJust like IâŚwe do.â
He was right. The reception to the reintroduction of Cassie couldnât have gone better. The fans loved it and accepted you and Cassie Robinson with open arms. Youâd read some comments, heard second-hand from producers, and when the fans started an online petition - for fun - to get you and Jensen to date in real life after seeing behind-the-scenes footage, Jared dubbed himself the President of the âJensen and Y/N should be a couple IRLâ club.
You and Jensen played along with it. It helped ratings, and it wasnât a chore to have Mr Acklesâ undivided attention at parties and dinners to play up to the rumors. But that's all it is: rumors. The two of you are close, on and off set, but whereas Cassie and Dean are super hot, you and Jensen are lukewarm. Hugging Jensen - though it happens often - unfortunately doesnât lead to sex like it would with Cassie and Dean.
Richard announces it's time for the fan questions and asks those selected to form an orderly queue behind the microphone. Though the questions have been pre-approved, you get a wave of anxiety as you donât know what they will be, and you hope this portion of the event goes as well as the rest of the day. A fan asks how your first meeting with the cast went, and you look sheepishly at Jensen.Â
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes but sighs in defeat. âFine, you can tell it.â
âBetter yet, reenact it!â Jared suggests.Â
Your eyes light up with something akin to glee, and Jensen raises his brow and doesnât need to ask the question in his eyes, âReally?â. You pout, bottom lip sticking out as far as it will go. âPlease,â you draw out.
Reluctantly, making a show of it, and very slowly, Jensen gets to his feet, leaning closer to pretend to nip at your protruding lip.Â
Jared shakes his arms out as he stands up, âIâll play Y/N.âÂ
âThe hell you will,â Jensen says, playfully pushing him out of the way. âY/N will play herself.â
Jared comically falls over his chair to the ground as if Jensenâs push was twice the pressure it had actually been.Â
You stand up in front of Jensen and wait for the laughing audience to quiet down. Jared stands straight and holds his microphone close to his mouth. âIt was a bright winter morning, not a cloud in the sky,â he narrates in a poor impression of David Attenboroughâs voice. âThe beautiful and elusive beast, Jensen Ackles, notices a radiant creature across the lot. Slowly, he approachesâŚâ
Jensen shakes his head at the crowd and rolls his whole head along with his eyes but obliges the narrator. He walks the few steps and shakes your hand with way too much enthusiasm. âHi, Iâm Batman. Dean. Ackles. I mean âŚâ he groans, trying to dismiss his embarrassment, then blushes and says, âHi.â
You laugh again, as does everyone else. Jensen grimaces just as he did on the day. âIâm going to walk into the sun now, sorry.â he strides around you to the end of the stage, and Jared steps up to take his place.Â
Jared shakes your hand like a normal person. âTranslation, thatâs Jensen, for I think I just fell in love with you.âÂ
Jensen, with his back to the two of you, throws a thumbs-up over his head. âIt went exactly like that!â Jensen confirms, nodding and shrugging as he makes his way back to his seat. âAnd now that weâve all relived my embarrassment, let's move on.â
The microphone gets passed to the next person, and they ask, âJared and Jensen are known for their pranks. Have they played any on you, Y/N?âÂ
âOh yes!â you answer as Jensen takes his seat beside you and squeezes your knee. âIâm hanging like twenty feet in the air,â you begin.
âThatâs like three Jaredâs,â Richard adds, pointing to Jared on his left.
âExactly,â you laugh, spreading your arms and legs out in a star to show the position you were in. âIâm full on Mission Impossible Tom Cruise-ing it, three Jaredâs high off the ground, and the camera breaks.âÂ
The audience reacts with grimaces and chuckles.Â
âThey tell us it will be like ten minutes, and being the awesome trooper she is,â Jensen continues, flashing you a sweet smile. âShe agrees to stay up there while they fix it.â
âOf course, it takes longer than ten minutes, so Jensen and I get bored!â Jared laughs, evilly rubbing his hands together.
âFirst of all, they decide to rub salt in the wound,â you shake your head, laughing at the memory. âThey start doing lunges and star jumps, bragging about how comfortable and free they are.â
Jared and Jensen reenact their exercises, doing over-exaggerated lunges and squats, to laughter and catcalls.
âStop it,â you say, around almost uncontrollable laughter. âYouâll split your pants.â
âHey, watch it,â Jensen warns, pointing a finger, âmy ass is not that big!âÂ
âYour ass is just fine,â you smirk, the audience agreeing with whoops and hollers.
âYou're not so bad yourself,â Jensen counters, winking.
âHey, hey,â Richard chides, shouting over the raucous audience. âThis is a family show.â
âANYWAY,â Jared says loudly. âThen we used her as target practice, trying to throw Skittles in her mouth.âÂ
âLet me tell you, at speed, those things are like bullets.â You explain, âI swear they chipped a tooth!â
âIâll pay for any dental work,â Jensen confirms with a slight nod. âAnd to answer the question, Jared and I messed with the camera. We knew sheâd get stuck up there.â
You shove his shoulder, and he teeters to one side before purposely overcorrecting himself so heâs lying across your lap.Â
âWe still need to get him back for that one,â Alex reminds you.
Jensen scoffs, rising to sit up again. âYou tried and failed. Give it up.â
You and Alex simultaneously declare, âNever!âÂ
âAlex and I decided to team up and get them back,â you explain to the audience.
âThey tried to get me,â Jensen says, âbut Jared caught them, and he told me so it didnât work. But they managed to get Jared,â Jensen begins laughing, unable to continue the story.
âAll Y/Nâs idea,â Alex insists, pretending to edge away from Jared.
Jared shakes his head, tongue sitting in the pocket of his cheek while he tries to look disgruntled but canât hide the smile he tries to contain.
âIt was genius,â Jensen manages around huffs of laughter.Â
âWe got the wardrobe department to take in his shirts and shorten his pants a little each day for a month,â Alex says. âBut it only took two weeks before he started complaining about gaining weight and growing taller.â
Jensenâs laughter stops, his demeanor turning completely serious. âI cannot tell you how annoying he was about it!â
âI wasnât that bad,â Jared protests.Â
âDude, you were bad!â Jensen counters, âYou were googling if you could have a growth spurt after thirty. Itâs all you talked about for two weeks. It was so annoying!âÂ
âThatâs me, Jared Annoying Padalecki,â he says. Then has a lightbulb moment, or perhaps a whiskey-inspired one, and jumps off the stage. Everyone laughs as they watch him cheekily shove to the front of the question queue, dropping to his knees.Â
âHi, Iâm Gen from Texas, and this is for Jensen,â he says in a higher pitched voice than anyone would expect could come out of the giant of a man. âI would like to know what your favorite scene to film was from the last season. And why is it the sex scene with Y/N from episode three?â
Jensen closes his eyes, face scrunched and lips pursed in mock annoyance as he flips Jared off.
âWhat a great question, Gen,â you chuckle, turning to stare at Jensen. âIt was definitely one of my favorite scenes to film.â
âIt was a fun day,â Jensen agrees. âUsually, sex scenes are super awkward and embarrassing, but it wasnât. I mean, who wouldnât want to spend a day in the back of Baby with all this,â he gestures toward Y/N, âon top of you.â
Jared gets to his feet, using a fan's shoulder to hoist himself up, and then bends to reach the microphone. âFollow-up question,â Jared begins, âthis time for Y/N. Are you free for dinner tonight? Asking for a friend.âÂ
âOh, for a friend,â you say, leaning to look around Jensen and at Alex. âWell, in that case, Iâm free anytime, Mr Calvert.â you wink.Â
Jensen leans forward, pointing a warning finger at him, âNo!âÂ
âUrgh, Alex,â Jared groans, using a long leg to step back onto the stage, âyouâre such a troublemaker!â
The next fan is given the microphone. âSo itâs been twelve seasons; what mementos have you taken from the set?â
âFunny you should mention that,â Jared answers immediately, then sings, âJensenâs in trouble. He stole the infamous demon Dean's red shirt.âÂ
Jensen throws his hands up, shaking his head. âI did not! I don't know who did, but it wasn't me.âÂ
Jared rolls his eyes. âSo some ghost took it out of your trailer?âÂ
âMaybe,â Jensen shrugs. âThis is Supernatural.âÂ
The drummer immediately punctuates his response, the hiss of the snare still echoing as Jared stands up in protest. But the audience is too quick, and they yell, âDRINK!âÂ
âYou lot are a bad influence,â Jensen tells them as you all make your way to the drinks table at the back of the stage.
You hold your microphone down while Richard pours the shots. Leaning closer to Jensen, you ask, âAre you really in trouble because of it?â
Jensen scoffs, âNo, of course not. But they need it for a photo shoot, and they want to auction it off for charity. Theyâve been on my ass for weeks.â
âOh.âÂ
âOh?â Jensen asks, very much channeling Dean in his expression. âDo you know something about it?âÂ
You wince, trying to feign innocence, but it's no good. You know youâve been caught out, and youâll have to give it back. âI took it,â you confess.
âWhat? Why?âÂ
You canât think of a lie quick enough. So with a nonchalant shrug, that's all for show because you donât feel it at all, you admit, âI like it. It's a nice shirt to sleep in, and it smells like you.â
âIf you want something that smells like me, you can have me!â Jensen blurts out loud enough that the mics lowered at your sides pick it up.
The fans erupt, screaming and shouting. They get to their feet and clap. Alex and Jared talk over each other, but it all becomes white noise as you stare at Jensen, who stares back.Â
âScrew it,â he says, and you're the only one who hears it. But everyone sees him take a small step into your space and place a gentle kiss on your lips. He pulls back enough to look at you for any reaction, and when you lightly smile, he slips a hand down your cheek and draws you in closer for a deeper kiss this time.Â
The crowd goes wild. Your ears will be ringing for days.
Jensen keeps the kiss PG13, but you go as far as wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. It ends too soon, but you remind yourself that you are being watched. He leans back, smiling happily. âSorry if that was out of line.â
âThe only thing that was out of line was how long it took you to do that.âÂ
He shrugs one shoulder, tongue sitting behind his teeth. âSorry.â
Jared tries to get control of the audience, but it doesnât work. Jensen walks to the edge of the stage and holds up a hand, silencing them with the simple gesture.Â
Once it's quiet enough, he smiles, boyish and wide. âBest. Con. Ever.â
Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main
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just feeling very normal about these guys lately
#seattle kraken#jordan eberle#jared mccann#kailer yamamoto#brian dumoulin#jamie oleksiak#will borgen#andre burakovsky#matty beniers#hockey memes#hockey textposts#hockey rpf#dumomoto#243#dunnernlars#larsdunn#719#kraken lb#vince dunn#adam larsson#**
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â ď¸ DONâT START DISCOURSE ABOUT RPF IN THE NOTES!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU DO SO â ď¸
Do you ship it?
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#do you ship this rpf ship#rpf#real person fiction#rps#real person shipping#shipping#shipping poll#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#supernatural#actors#tv shows#j2
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Remember Me Dancing
Summary:Â When Y/N is struck by a wave of sadness, and missing her mom all over again, Jensen and Jared step up to turn her memories happy again.
Warnings: Nothing really. All fluff. Talk of grief and loss.
Pairings: No romantic pairing. Jensen Ackles x teen!reader, Jared Padalecki x teen!reader
Word Count: 1,204
A/N: I got a request that I'll leave as anonymous (just in case) that said this:
Hey I have a huge request. I was wondering if you could do a Jensen x teen!reader or a J2 x Teen!reader where the reader thinks of her mom that passed away and she hears a song play that her mom loved and she starts crying and canât stop so she gets help by the guys and they calm her down. She then eventually tells them whatâs wrong and they take care of her for the rest of the night. Today a song played and it made me think of my mom and I honestly needed comfort and wished it was them two. Thank you!â¤ď¸
This took me much longer than it should have and I'm sorry you had to wait a little while, hon. But I hope this story gives you a bit of peace and a smile. Sending you lots of love and healing.
A/N 2: As always, of course, this is a Jensen (and Jared) from a different part of the multiverse. This is a complete and utter work of fiction.
Y/N was doing better. Much better. She reminded herself of that fact as she sat in her trailer with tears pouring down her cheeks.
A light rap on her door had her swiping away the tears quickly. But not quick enough as Jensen opened the door and stuck his head inside.
âHey sweetheart they'reâŚâ His voice softened. âwaiting for us.â
He came all the way in, closing the door softly and moving to sit beside her on the small couch. âBaby, what's wrong?â
Y/N shook her head. âNothing.â She said unconvincingly.
Jensen used his knuckle to brush away the latest tear to fall. âThis isn't nothing.â He said gently.
Y/N shrugged and swiped her tears away with both hands this time. âUgh, it's so stupid. I'm really fine.â
Jensen stayed quiet, just waiting. Finally, Y/N sighed.Â
âI was just listening to music, waiting for the call to hair and makeup.â She said, raising her phone in her hands to show Spotify open on the screen. âAnd then this song came on thatâŚwell mom loved it, and she used to dance around the apartment to it.âÂ
A sad, fond smile took over her face. âI used to tease her so much, called her a dork. But she'd always pull me into her dorky dancing and I loved it.âÂ
She took a shuddery breath and closed her eyes. A tear fell from beneath her lashes. âWhat I wouldn't give to have one more dance party with her.â
Jensen pulled her to his chest and rubbed circles into her back while she cried. After a few minutes she sat up, wiping the damp patch her tears had left on Jensen's t-shirt.Â
âSorry.â She said in a wavering voice. Jensen just waved away her apology as she reached past him for a tissue and blew her nose.
âYou know,â she continued as she sniffled, âI really am doing much better these days. It's just sometimes something like this will hit me and it's likeâŚâ She lifted her hand as though trying to reach for the words.
Jensen supplied them for her. âLike the grief hits you brand new, and it's as though no time has passed at all.âÂ
Y/N nodded. âYeah.â She whispered.Â
Jensen brushed her hair behind her ear. âGrief, loss, they're like that. I get it, kiddo. And everyone else will too. If you want to take off, I can drive you home.â
But Y/N shook her head. âNo, I think I'd like to go do my job, you know, escape being me. Just for a little while.â
Jensen nodded. âThen after work, I have an idea.â
Y/N smiled. âWhat's the idea?â
âYou'll see when we're finished work.â
Y/N wanted more information, but there was suddenly another knock and a P.A. called to her through the door.Â
âY/N, sweetie, they're ready for you in hair and makeup.â
In the end it was the anticipation that really distracted her from the sadness that sat in her chest. Because, as they went through the day, no matter how much she prodded, she couldn't get Jensen to spill the details about his plans.
Finally, after more than twelve hours, they were finished and Jensen drove her home. He followed her up to her apartment and as soon as they walked inside Y/N jumped almost a foot, as Jared spun around to face them.
âHey darlinâ! Surprise!â He said loudly, arms thrown wide. âWelcome to the dance party.â He pressed a button on his phone and music started playing out of Bluetooth speakers she definitely didn't own.
She laughed in complete surprise. Jared hadn't been on the call sheet for the day, so obviously Jensen had told him to come and set all of this up. The whole apartment had been turned into a kind of seventies disco, complete with strobe lights and a mirrorball.Â
Y/N turned to Jensen, beaming, with tears brimming once again.
He pulled her into a hug. âI thought if we dance-partied hard enough, we could make some new memories to help cushion the old ones, turn them back into happy ones again. So you can remember her dancing, and smileâ
Y/N just nodded, overwhelmed by her gratitude for these two wonderful men..
âHey!â Jared complained. âI'm the one who set this all up! Where's my hug?â Then without waiting for an answer, he wrapped his long arms around them both, catching her in the middle of them and squishing her flat between his chest and Jensen's.
Jensen groaned. âDude. Yes, thank you! Now let the girl breathe!â
Jared pulled away with a huge grin and pounded Jensen on the back with the kind of vigor only the other big Texan could handle. Then he leaned down and kissed the top of Y/N's head incredibly gently.Â
âWe love you, baby.â
Y/N nodded. âI know. I love you too. And thank you.â She smiled and dashed away the last of her tears. âLet the party begin!â
Before long, more of the cast and crew knocked on her door, asking if this was where the dance party was happening. Ruthie, Rob, Mark, Felicia, and so many more friends all crammed into her relatively small apartment.
They danced and ate, and talked, and then ate some more. Everything ran smoothly, with food simply showing up at the door whenever people got hungry. One corner of the apartment was dedicated to board games and card games and friendly competition ruled the day - no one was immune.
But more than anything, they danced. Some were great dancers, some terrible, but talent didnât matter, only fun. Y/N couldn't imagine how much energy Jared had put into planning the whole evening. It was incredible.
Eventually, hours later, Y/N sat down on her couch, and shut her eyes, just for a moment. But soon the lullaby of laughter and friendly conversation sang her into a light doze which quickly turned into a deep sleep. She only woke up a long time later, as the last guest left and the music was turned down but not off. The party lights were gone and the only light now was that of a soft lamp in the corner. She woke as Jensen was bending over her to scoop her into his arms and carry her to her bedroom.
âI fell asleep.â Y/N said, stating the obvious and burrowing her cheek into Jensen's shoulder. âWhy'd you let me?âÂ
She let out a huge, sleepy yawn and Jensen chuckled.Â
âThat's why.â He said simply.
Y/N wanted to argue, but he laid her down in her bed and tucked the comforter around her and her words faded away. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her hand.Â
âSleep well, sweetheart. Jared and I will be here tomorrow morning to take you for breakfast.â
Y/N nodded and mumbled something and Jensen laughed again. âI'll text you about it, cause you're sleeping and wonât remember.â
Y/N wanted to disagree with him, but she was already asleep, her dreams mixing together old dancing and new into a happy tangle of good memories.
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Paschal Moon
Summary:Â Jensen finds crossing the tracks isnât always a bad thing
Pairing:Â Jensen Ackles x Astronomer!Reader
WC: 2358
Warnings:Â some angst, really bad punning(sorry) divorce, cheating, innuendos, cursing, reader says shit like I do IRL đ
A/N: 10/24-Iâve fixed the grammatical errors and expanded this part, cause you know me, I can be chatty and I've written a sequel!
Square Filled: @winchesterandbeyondbingo -midnight @spnmixedbingo -secret dating @spnaubingo -wet dream @j3bingo -camping @howbadcanitbebingo -cliche galore
*Moldavite
*divider by @firefly-graphics
*no Beta-all mistakes are mine
*photos found online
It was Thursday night, and once again, Jensen found himself the proverbial third wheel. The Padaleckiâs meant well, dragging him everywhere with them since he filed for divorce, wanting to keep him from brooding with a bottle when not with his kids.
And it wasnât that Jensen didnât mind socializing. It was knowing the evening would be filled with repetitive Iâm sorry, and the look of sympathy that sent him straight to the open bar first for many a shot nowadays.Â
Feeling the slight buzz he needed kicking in, Jensen put on his game face and, with another tumbler of liquid courage in hand, made the rounds, chatting amicably with various groups and catching up with old friends.
Things were going pretty well until some dumb fuck turned to Genevieve, loudly blurting theyâd heard Danneel making the rounds with guys with more sizable assets was the reason for the divorce pissed off her moose-sized husband, who bellows shut your unprepossessing cake hole causes a momentary distraction allowing Jensen to escape out a nearby door before punching the sonuvabitch with the double entendre himself.Â
Slamming it shut, he stomped to the riverside view, wrapping both hands around the horizontal guardrail and squeezing like he was wringing a chicken's neck when the simultaneous swish of fabric and a hand holding half a glass of liquid appeared.
âLooks like you could use this more than me.âÂ
Jensenâs eyes met those of the tall drink of water heâd noticed throughout the evening. Looking at the glass again made her laugh, âIâm not slipping you a Mickey.â Lifting it to her lips, he watched her throat ungulate as she drank and felt Jen Jr. rising to attention. âSee, Peaches, Iâm not some crazy stalker.âÂ
Jensen takes the glass and feels a spark when their fingers brush. âThanks, I wasnât thinking..that.â Throwing back the rest, he appreciates the liquor's smooth slide down his throat. âItâs been a pretty shitty evening.â
âPreaching to the choir, Peaches! I came âcause my second cousin on my mamaâs side girl broke up with him, and now I know why.â She bends over and retrieves a bottle, giving Jensen a fantastic view of her breasts artfully showcased in her cocktail dress, and pops up, pointing the bottle at him.
 âThat motherfucker thought he could pimp me out for a promotion! What the hell is it with people having a ring on it?â She grabs his left wrist, tilting it so the outdoor lights glint off the wedding band he hasnât removed yet, âActing like this means absofuckinglutely nothing?â
âNow youâre preaching to the choir. My soon-to-be ex was doing that while I was working in Vancouver and telling everyone itâs because Iâm lacking.â Jensen couldnât stop self-dissing since catching Danneel and one of his closest friends together.
âHoooly shit! Youâre the guy whose wife runs around saying you couldnât find her clit with a map, GPS, or fucking bullseye paint on it!â Jensenâs eyes widened at her audacity. âHell, most gals just use a vibrator if they wanna get off that bad. And did you just admit your package is..?â She wiggles her pinky finger while refilling the glass, âDonât get me wrong, no shame if you know how to use it.âÂ
She finally noticed his expression slapped a hand over her mouth and mumbled, âOh fuck, Iâm so sorry! My mouth doesnât know how to stop once I get started. Blame it on my upbringing.â Jensen took a drink to cover his humiliation, and a stiffener for no telling what sheâd say next asked, âUpbringing?â
Removing her hand reveals a guileless smile: âYou know what they say, you can take the girl outta the trailer park.â Bewilderment crossed his face to her self-deprecating response. âYeah, Iâm that relative they always warned you about.â
âLittle late with the warning, sweetheart.â
She burst out laughing, and Jensen found himself doing the same.
Later
Jensen couldnât believe it.Â
In his profession, showing unscripted emotions was a sign of weakness many would exploit. Yet, here he was, a forty-three-year-old man usually in control, sitting outback of this building with a woman heâd never met before, whoâd upended that control.
She was the distraction he needed before knowing it; he did something heâd never do under normal circumstances, told her everything, and got a response of, âThat sucks balls, and not in a good way!â
âKicker is; she wants alimony.â
âWhat a gall darn minute. You caught your almost ex doing the beast with two backs, right?â Jensen hums in response. âPeaches, Iâm no lawyer, but Iâd say that ainât fucking happening,â She tips the second five-finger discounted bottle over the glass heâd again drained. âAnd no offense, your ex makes those whores back in Ratchet City look almost pious. Most have the decency not to fuck in your bed.â
Jensen rubbed his face, âI canât believe Iâve told a stranger about my marital problems.â
âSometimes itâs easier to unburden yourself to someone you donât know.â
âI havenât even told my family or Jared!â
âAnd Jared is?â
âThe guy who has my back no matter what.â She ponders his response for a moment. âThatâs probably why. Youâre afraid that if he knows what happened, itâll diminish how he sees you.â Jensen appeared confused. âGuys POV... if I caught my wife fucking around and saying itâs cause I couldnât keep her satisfied in the sack, Iâd not wanna discuss it either. But I know itâs,â wiggles pinky again, âHorseshit.â
âHow?â
âYou dress left, and Iâve never had an iPhone stand up to say hello.â Jensen struggled to formulate a coherent response. âAhh, come on, Peaches, you know youâve given many people wet dreams about the Ackelconda.â
âWhy do you keep calling me that?â
âCause youâve got the juiciest peach of an ass, and I wouldnât kick you outta bed for eating crackers,â she says, winking at him, but before he responds, they hear a booming, âJensen!â Jared appears out the side door, walking towards them. âFuck, man, Iâve been looking all over for you! We need to get going; itâs almost midnight.â
âWell, pooh, and here I thought I was going to get lucky,â she says as they stand up; a ringing church bell echoes across the river twelve times. âGuess itâs time to leave the ball and head back to the pumpkin patch.âÂ
Walked past Jared, she nodded and was almost to the open door when Jensen yelled, âWait!â She paused as he ran over, âYou canât leave this way. I donât even know your name.â She held out a hand, ���Give me your phone.â He unlocked it and noticed her smirk while she was typing. âGive me a ring if you ever cross the tracks, Peaches."Â
Both men appreciated her retreating form when Jared asked, âWho was that?â Jensen doesnât answer until she disappears in the crowded room, then glances at the screen and gets his youâve got to be kidding face.
âCinderella.â
****
Weeks later
One afternoon, they were hanging out watching football, and Jared, tired of nagging Jensen about getting back on the horse and calling her, pulled out the big guns, telling him if he was going to act like a girl, maybe he should put on a skirt and call himself Jane.
That irked an inebriated Jensen, who fumbled his phone out of his pocket, pulled up her contact infoâŚand chickened out again, tossing it on the couch. Jared saw her number on the screen and tapped call, knowing he risked getting kneed in the nads. Two rings later, her voice came through the speaker.Â
âPeaches, youâre slower than molasses crawling uphill in January giving a girl a holler.â Hearing her voice mellowed Jensen, and they agreed to meet on Friday at a hole-in-the-wall for lunch where he wouldnât be recognized.
That lunch became dinner. Dinner became bar hopping, and after indulging in one too many, they sneaked into Blue Hole Regional Park, went skinny dipping, and did things that would scare fish. Afterward, she takes him to a Waffle House, somewhere he hadnât been in years, for a bowl of 4 AM chili.
****
Monday morning, coffeeholic Jensen grumpily fumbles around the shoebox-sized kitchen in her hundred-year-old farmhouse, searching for a mug while waiting on an aged percolator to finish.
Bending over to look in the dishwasher, he discovers one with a rainbow-maned unicorn flipping the bird, saying, I Run On Caffeine Sarcasm & Cuss Words. Straightening up, Jensen bangs his head on an overhanging cabinet and finds the last two words apropos. Finally brewed, Jensen steps out onto the shady front porch, sipping on the dark roast, and sits in one of the old rockers, contemplating if heâs having a midlife crisis.
They were barely acquainted twenty-four hours before they got together, in the biblical sense. He heard Dean's gravelly voice telling him to stop being a dumbass, that he deserved this after the shellacking Danneel delivered the last few months.
What astounds Jensen is that when his heart broke harder than he knew it could, she was the solace he craved, and he began to believe it would mend with her.
Jensen was nervous because tonight was extra special.
A few months back, she bounded into his home excited about an upcoming celestial event and field trip her astronomy class was taking. She really, really wanted him to go, even though they agreed to keep their relationship secret until heâd finalized his divorce. It struck Jensen that it would be the perfect night to do something heâd wanted to do since their first date, so he said yes while mentally making other arrangements for the night.
****
âPeaches, this isnât the way.â
âWeâre not going there sweetheart.â
âI realize that Captain Obvious! What I want to know, wtf?! Â Are you trying to get me fired? I have a class...."
âThat Dr. Carnegie is graciously covering.â
âWhy is..what did you do Jensen?â
âI went to the head of your department,â she groaned, âAnd inquired if someone else could supervise because Iâd planned a special night with my girl.â
âWhat happened to us keeping on the DL? Carnegie is the biggest blabbermouth! Everyone on the planetâs gonna know about us by morning!â
âMy divorce was finalized this morning.â
âWHAT!â she indignantly squawked. âWhy the hell didnât you tell me?!â Jensen bemusedly listened to her ongoing rant, eventually picking up her hand and kissing its back, entwining their fingers as he drove on for another hour to Inks Lake State Park. âSince when do you camp out?â She asks when he pays for an overnight camping permit. âCause the one time I asked, you gave me stink face at the mention of a tent.â
âSince the day you bounded into my home all excited and asked me to come with you. I wanted to make tonight special.â She leaned over and kissed his cheek. âThank you. I sincerely appreciate you compromising your creature comforts for me.â Jensen scratched the back of his head, âWell, itâs not technically camping out. I got an air mattress that fits in the truck bed.â
âI know itâs a yearly thing, so what makes this one so special?â Jensen asked as he gazed up at the moon awash with a vivid pink hue. The question made her lift her head from the telescopeâs eyepiece, and an amused expression crossed her features.
âAre you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson? Or do you want me to paint you like one of those French girls?â Jensen peers down at his unintentional position: one hand tucked behind his head, bowed legs splayed, one knee slightly bent, his other hand lying near the sliver of skin peeking out between his dark henley and well-worn jeans.
 âWhat makes this one so special?â She walks towards the truck, setting foot on the back bumper, gripping the tailgate, and hopping over it onto the mattress. âIt is the moon's proximity to the earth.â She crawls forward, placing her hands on either side of his shoulders and slung a leg over Jensenâs hips, slowly sitting down. âPlus, being ultra-close, the color is so vivid that whatthehellisinyourpants!!â
Jensen quickly sits up, about to grab her waist so she doesnât hit the sidewall, but she scoots down his legs. âThatâd better be a sex toy in your pants and not Peyronieâs disease.â Jensen gave her a bewildered look. âWhat can I say? I like your cock as is. Curves just right for my pleasure.â
âYour mouth is gonna be the death of me..â â..but what a way to go?â
Jensen flopped on his back, groaning, âThis isnât how I imagined tonight going.â She smiled and crawled back over him, âSo letâs pretend weâre on set. Iâve flubbed the scene and do another take.â
âThatâs why I love you,â reaching up, Jensen tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. âThe fact that everything that pops into my head comes flying out of my mouth?â Jensen chuckles at her question. âYeah, I like you, just as you are.â He reaches into the pocket she sat on, pulls out a box, and opens it, revealing the ring heâd chosen. âAnd would be the luckiest man alive if youâd marry me.â
Taking her left hand, he slides it on her finger, feeling apprehensive at her silence. It is almost deafening, having never known her without any response. âGetting nervous here, sweetheart,â Jensen says as he sits up. "Look, I know weâve only been together for a short time. I donât want you to feel pressured in any way to answer right now.â
âWhatâs the stone?â
âUmm... itâs a Moldavite.â She gets that expression he still isnât sure what to make of it. âI know itâs not conventional, and if you want to pick something else,â Jensen breaks off, watching her eyes fill with tears.
âYou gave me this not âcause youâre being cheap. The stone, you knew what the significance of its origin would mean to me.â She cupped his cheek, âYouâve never put on airs with me, never been anything other than yourself. A genuine, caring, funny-as-hell doofus with a beautiful soul and Iâm saying yes!â
Paschal Moon 2.0-coming 10/24
SPNTAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24  @flamencodiva @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70 @b3autyfuld1sast3r
Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid
Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987  @smoothdogsgirl @deans-spinster-witch
#updated 10/24#paschal moon#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles#jensen ackles x y/n#jensen x you#jensen ackles fanfiction#jared padalecki#spn rpf#supernatural rpf#supernatural
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It's pumpkin season, Baby
More pictures and informations in my artpost on AO3
Art for Baby to the Rescue, Chapter 2
Summary: It's pumpkin season. Baby drives through an autumn landscape and transports a huge pumpkin. Falling leaves dance happily.
#AomaSade#sam winchester#dean winchester#sam and dean#samdean#winchester boys#winchester brothers#supernatural#spn#spnfandom#spn rpf#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#jared and jensen#j2#fanart#spn fanart#supernatural fanart#pumpkin#pumpkin season
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Taped on video - Kinktober 30
Summary: You end up crowded by three men...
Pairing: J3 (Jensen, Jared, Jeff) x fem!Reader
Idea by: @moosekateer13
A/N: This is pure fiction. For the sake of this story all three a single.
Warnings: dom J3/sub reader, breeding bench, dirty talk, slut-shaming, unprotected sex, smut, oral (male rec), double penetration (oral/vaginal), voyeurism, cum play, sex tapes, a hint of dub-con, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), taking turns, implied extortion/extortion, a hint of Dark J3
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
âGuys,â you crack your neck. âI know you are excited and giddy like schoolboys because you can work together on the show, but please, give me a break.â
Jeffrey cocks a brow at your comment. He was falling out of his role once again, and you had to yell cut once again. âWhatâs the matter, doll?â He drawls, flashing you an irresistible smirk. You assume Jeffrey is used to being in control, but you wonât have it.
âIâm not your doll,â you snap at the actor. If you donât set boundaries right away, they will walk all over you in no time. âYou ruined the scene for the fourth time. We all love bloopers and gag reels, but we need to get this scene done. All of us want to go home before dusk.â
âWe are on in, sweetheart,â Jensen makes you the Dean. He grins and winks at you. âLet me handle them. They are a bunch of schoolboys.â
âFine. We are going to make another break. Fifteen minutes. Calm down and relax,â you glare in Jaredâs direction. You donât need him to pull another prank on you or one of the crew members.â
âAction!â You call out, hoping the three will finally get their shit together so you can finish the scene. Itâs getting late and youâve got a date with your bathtub, your vibrator, and a glass of wine.
You watch Jensen and Jared fall into their roles. They run toward the Impala, fighting their way through monsters. The scene unfolds and you pray, they wonât fall out of their roles again.
âDEAN!â
âSammy!â
âDoll!â Jeffrey snickers as you angrily fling your phone across the set. You huff and get out of your chair.
âWhat is wrong with you today? We are all tired and want to get out of here. Guys, itâs the night before Halloween and I want to get some rest before I attend the annual Halloween party tomorrow.â
âWe are trying, doll,â Jeff smirks darkly, looking more like his alter ego Negan than himself. He licks his lips, eyes trained on your chest. âWhat can I say? We are distracted by your beauty, boss.â
You shudder at the roughness of his voice. He looks like a predator spying on his prey. Hazel eyes follow your every step as you get out of your chair once again.
âEveryone, we call it a day. Itâs getting too late. The light is wrong,â you look at your crew. âGo home and enjoy your evening. We come back to the scene the day after tomorrow.â
âAre you sure?â One of the cameramen asks. âWe can try to get it done today. No problem.â
âThe scene is almost finished.â Rubbing your temple, you sigh. If only these guys didnât mess with you today. âWe can get back at it next time.â
You clap your hands at the rest of the crew, ignoring Jensen, Jared, and Jeff. âThank you all for your patience and professionalism today. I know it was an exhausting and long day. We will call it a day. Get home safely.â
While the rest of the crew says their goodbyes and leaves the set, the devilish trio looks in your direction. They smirk and whistle as you stalk toward them.
âWhat was that?â You throw your hands up, and huff. âWhy did you fuck the scenes up on purpose?â
âWell, tomorrow is Halloween, and we are in the mood to play,â Jeffrey dips his head to look you up and down. He smirks, revealing pearl-white teeth.
The trio crowds you like a pack of wolves. You gasp as Jensen wraps his arms around you from behind to whisper in your ear. âWeâve got a proposal for you, sweetheart.â
âWhat Jensen tries to tell you is, that we fucked up the scenes on purpose,â Jared smirks darkly. He cups your face with his large hands, causing a whimper to escape your throat.
âWhy?â
âDaddy wants to play, doll,â Jeffrey purrs. âIf you let us play with you, we are going to be so good for you next time. Say yes and be ours for tonight.â
âYou try to extort me into fucking you?â You chuckle darkly. âChrist, are your balls blue or something? I thought you could get laid any time of the day.â
âWe could have any woman but you. And we want you,â Jensen whispers in your ear. âGive in and let us have control over your body and mind tonight.â
You press your thighs together, wiggling in Jensenâs embrace. âI canât fuck a member of my cast.â
âNot one,â Jeffrey tuts. âYouâll bend over the hood of the Impala and let us all have a ride. You are going to be our whore tonight. We all know that you act so innocently all the time, but in secret you want to get this pussy pounded and called our slut.
âI-â you swallow thickly. âIâm notâŚnoâŚIâŚâ
âI want to cream this cunt, and make it sing for me,â Jared pats your head. âI bet youâd look good with all of your holes ruined, cum leaking out of your broken body.â
Fuck, Jared always acts so innocently and sweet but right now, he looks at you as if you are his latest meal. âWhat Jared tries to tell you is, that heâs got a boner he wants to shove up your cunt. He wants to cum inside of you and ruin your pussy.â
âWe all want to ruin you,â Jeffrey nods at Jared, silently telling him to get out of his way. âBe ours, and we will show you heaven and hell in one night.â
âMy safe word is pumpkin,â you batt your eyelashes, acting innocently. âMaybe daddy can show me a good time while his boys watch.â You challenge. âCan his dick keep up with his potty mouth?â
After you agreed to let the trio have their way with you, they did a great job securing your body to a breeding bench at Jeffâs sex dungeon.
âHow is that, huh? We built this nice room only for you.â
âWhat?â you whimper involuntarily. âI donât understand.â
âYouâre always a hardass, and try to order us around,â Jeff stands behind you, hands groping your ass. He spreads your cheeks, humming. âWe will ruin all of your holes and make you our whore.â
âAnd after we are done with you, youâll agree to be ours forever,â Jensen steps in front of you. He looks at your parted lips, smirking darkly. âYeah, I dreamed of watching you choke on my cock while Jeff fucks you into submission.â
âOhâŚGodâŚâ you whimper. âYou planned all of this? For how long?â
âMonths, doll. We dreamed of getting our hands on your ripe body. I canât wait to be inside of your cunt.â
âCome on, get started. I want to watch you both ruin her holes. I will record every second, and then, you will film us,â Jared stands next to Jensen. He cups your face and forces you to look at him. âI want you to scream for us, sweetheart. If you do, Iâll cum all over you.â
âJared loves to watch, doll. He always cums so hard after we ruined a whore,â Jeffrey grips your hips, driving balls deep into your dripping cunt. âThatâs a whoreâs cunt.â He exclaims feeling you clench tightly around him.
You moan loudly as he spreads your walls out. The sudden and hard penetration makes you whine. âRelax, whore. We will loosen your holes,â Jeffrey laughs devilishly as you helplessly struggle against the restraints holding you bound to the breeding bench. âWhatâs your color?â
âI-green,â you breathe out. Jeffrey took you by surprise, but damn his cock feels so good inside of your cunt. âPlease fuck me.â
Jeffrey doesnât need to hear more. He starts to pound into you, filling the room with the sound of flash clapping against flesh. âFuck, sheâs tight and warm. A dream.â
âYou better take a deep breath,â Jensen grins darkly. âIâll fill that throat now, sweetheart. Open up and welcome my dick in your mouth.â
âHow can I?â You squeak with every deep thrust. âPleaseâŚIâŚâ
âBlink twice to make me slow down, and thrice to make me stop,â Jensen runs his hand over your head. âBe good and open up. Iâll take good care of you.â
âFuck, Jeff,â you groan loudly as he grips your hips tighter. He slams his hips into your ass, having the time of his life. Jeff hammers into you, causing you to shamelessly moan.
âHurry up, Jensen. I want to cream this cunt. Stop talking and shove your cock down her throat.â Jeffrey angrily grunts.
âShut up, old man,â Jensen grips your chin. He runs his thumb over your lips, smirking cockily. âOpen up for me. Letâs show them how good you can suck cock.â
Jensen unzips his pants, exposing his throbbing length to you. Heâs as perfect as you imagined, and you lick your lips. âOpen up for Jensen!â Jared taunts. âNow!â
You part your lips, and stick your tongue out, moaning loudly as Jensen pushes the tip of his cock in. âI want you to suck me like the whore you are.â
As you start bobbing your head, Jensen gently pats your head. âGood girl, taking our cocks. I love watching you suck cock.â
Jensen smirks as you struggle to take him deeper down your throat. He nods, encouraging you to keep on going while Jeffâs thrusts become frantic. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum in her. YES!â
âHold onto her cunt! I want to see her cunt filled with Jeffâs cum,â Jensen starts moving his hips. He cups the back of your head to control your movement. âFuck, use your tongue, sweetheart.â
âShit, you should see her cunt all spread out by Jeffâs cock,â Jared groans. He zooms in to record your spread-out pussy getting stuffed with Jeffâs length. âFuckâŚyesâŚruin her cunt.â
âIâm gonnaâŚshitâŚyesâŚâ Jeff shoots his load into your abused cunt. He immediately pulls out and steps away to let Jared film your still pulsing pussy. âShit, thatâs a sight for sore eyes.â
Jeff switches places with Jared. He grabs the camera to film Jensen using your mouth.
âHarder, make her jaw hurt.â
âShut up. I need to watch her eyes,â Jensen struggles to hold back. All he wants is to ruin your throat, and cum in your mouth.Â
You blend the others out and focus on bobbing your head up and down Jensenâs cock. He twitches in your mouth, and you smirk around him. Men are so easy. If you want to hold power over them, give them a cunt to fuck and they are putty in your hands.
Spit and pre-cum run down your chin, tainting your skin as you choke around Jensen.
âSHIT!â Jensen growls loudly. He presses your head into his crotch, holding you there as he shoots his cum down your throat. âSheâs perfect. FuckâŚâ
âMy turn,â Jared grips his cock, thumb brushing over the head. âI canât decide if I want to stretch her ass out or her pussy.â
âBreed that cunt,â Jeff orders. âCome on, boy. Be a man and fuck her cunt. We can share her ass later.â
âFuck, yes.â
You feel another cock push inside your quivering cunt. Jared doesnât waste time. Watching you get fucked was nice, but he wants to conquer your holes too.
Jeff and Jensen cheer Jared on, joining the sound of Jaredâs flesh slapping against yours. Unlike Jeff, the younger man doesnât hold back. He thrusts in and out of your already dripping cunt, making you gasp with every powerful thrust.
Jared is on the edge. Heâs so close to cumming that he rams into you without restraint. You whimper but donât tell him to stop. âWould you look at this perfect slut taking Jaredâs cock. I knew she was the one.â
âFuck, sheâs going to cum,â Jared grunts as he spills into you. âSoâŚfuckingâŚgoodâŚâ
âDo you think she learned her lesson?â Jensen watches you sleep soundly on the soft bed. âWhat now? She wanted us to get fired more than once.â
âWell, if we cannot be the star of the renewed Supernatural season, she will be the newest porn star on social media. I bet everyone wants to see her holes all stretched outâŚâ Jeffrey grins darkly. âIf sheâs a good girl, she can be our whore by night.â
#jensen ackles#jared padalecki#jeffrey dean morgan#rpf#smut#moresome#spn#Taped on video - Kinktober 30#kinktober vs flufftober 2023#supernatural rpf#tw: daddy kink#tw: dubcon
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Imagine...Tailgating With Your Family
Pairing: Jared x daughter!reader (with Uncle Jensen)
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âDad,â you groaned as he tugged you along through the parking lot. âOh my God. Dad.â
âAm I embarrassing you?â he teased. âCome on, you used to love tailgating the games last year.â
âWell now I actually go to this college so you know, odds are I see someone I know,â you said.
âYou want to sneak a beer while momâs not looking or not?â he asked.
âOh mom doesnât care,â you said. âShe says donât be a dumbass is all.â
âY/N.â
âIâll be on as good of a behavior as you are,â you said with a smile.
âHad to be a little smartie,â he mumbled, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into a noogie.
âDad.â
âThereâs some cute boys over there. Want me to say hi?â he laughed.
âI will murder you,â you said, your dad chuckling as he stopped at the back of the Acklesâ truck.
âWho we murdering?â asked Jensen, sipping on his beer from his lawn chair.
âFather. Potentially,â you said.
âYou just let me know when and where, kiddo,â said Jensen.
âDude,â said your dad, taking a beer out of the cooler.
âEh, Iâm joking. Mostly,â said Jensen, your dad rolling his eyes as he handed you a beer. âOh. Look at the rebel.â
âUncle Jay,â you said. âYou literally gave me my first-â
âAhhhhhh,â he said, Jared crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. âYour child is delusional.â
âWell I knew that,â said your dad, digging through the back of the truck and tossing some sunscreen at you.
âDad.â
âDonât complain when you get a sunburn then,â he said.
You groaned as he smirked, heading over to the grill close by.
âYou do burn pretty easy, kiddo,â said Jensen.
âI know, I know,â you said, rubbing some cream into your skin. He stood up and got the back of your neck and shoulders where youâd missed a few spots. âWhere are the kids?â
âBathroom trip. You know that guy over there is checking you out,â he said.
âNo he isnât,â you said, cracking open your beer. You took a sip, Jensen chuckling as he walked over towards the grill. âTell dad I want a hotdog please.â
âMhm,â he said.
You felt a poke on your shoulder and you spun around, staring straight at Billy Daltonâs bare chest.
âHey, Padalecki,â he said with a smirk.Â
âHi,â you said, forcing your head to stay up and not at his shirtless chest.Â
âYou mind if I borrow some of that sunscreen?â he asked.
âSure,â you said, handing over the tube.
âThanks. I didnât think you were much into football,â he said.
âMy familyâs always been super into UT football since we moved here,â you said.
âI thought you were local,â he said.
âI had an untraditional childhood,â you said with a smile. âBut Iâve been here since middle school.â
âMe too. I was always too tiny to play football at my school if you can believe it,â he said.
âReally? I totally thought you were a jock...and that sounded so bad.â
âItâs cool, Padalecki. I played baseball and I got a 4 on my AP English test. Complete package right here,â he said.
âSeriously? No one in my school scored a 4,â you said.
âLife was very interesting being the dorky cool guy,â he said. âTrying to leave that behind now that weâre in college and all that.â
âYouâre an English major, right?â
âEducation. Iâd like to be an English teacher though,â he said.
âMy grandma was an English teacher,â you said.
âSeriously? Thatâs awesome,â he said.Â
âHey, Y/N,â said your dad, wandering over with a smile and a hot dog for you. âWhoâs your friend?â
âThis is Billy. Heâs in my English 203 class,â you said.
â203, huh. You must be a reader then,â said your dad.
âMhm,â you said, your dad still smiling at you. âThanks.â
âHey Billy. How old are you?â he asked.
âTwenty.â
âTwenty and youâre a freshman?â asked your dad.
âI had to take a year off after high school. My dad was in a bad car accident over that Fourth of July that year. I stuck around home to help out,â he said.
âWell thatâs a very selfless thing to do,â he said with a nod. âY/N, you can go hang out with your friends if you want.â
âMhm,â you said as he walked away. âSorry about him. He likes to you know, be a dad and harass his children.â
âThatâs cool. Mineâs the same way. Thanks for the sunscreen, Padalecki,â he said as he turned to go. âYou uh, want to grab lunch after class Monday?â
âSure.â
âCool. See ya, Padalecki,â he said. You smiled and turned around, your dad and Jensen sipping on a beer at the back of the truck with shit eating grins. âWhat?â
âI smell a boyfriend incoming,â said Jensen.
âShe knows what sheâs doing,â said your dad with a smirk.
âI will tell mom and Aunt De what you two got up to last weekend unless we never discuss this again,â you said.
âHow is she so scary for being so tiny,â said Jensen.
âI learned if from you two,â you laughed, throwing your head back. âShit, I forgot to get the sunscreen back.â
âTake it from two previously twenty year old boys. He kept it on purpose,â said your dad.
âWhen was that? 300 B.C.?â you asked.
âWhy donât you go get back my sunscreen or Iâll tell your parents what you got up to last night,â said Jensen with a smirk.
âI thought you were staying over your friend Saraâs,â said your dad.Â
âOf course I did,â you said, shooting Jensen a look. He sipped on his beer and smiled.Â
âOh yeah. Of course she did,â he said, knowing very well you called him and asked him for a ride and to crash in their guest room when you partied a little too hard the night before.
âI hate you both,â you groaned as you headed back towards where Billy was with his friends.
âLove you too, kiddo. Now hurry up. Game starts soon.â
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#supernatural#spn#jared x daughter!reader#jared fluff#au#rpf#spn reader insert#supernatural reader insert
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chess AU (the origin of i don't exactly recall but it was half @nigeltde-fic's fault i think)
#supernatural rpf#supernatural#j2#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#a#straight up redrawn from a carlsen/karjakin game#releasing this from drafts cringe is dead sports aus are life etc etc
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At the request of a few merry gentlefolkâlamenting the lack of a holiday exchange this yearâwe give you WinterNatural! The most low-stress, low-worry prompt meme we could pull down the chimney.
Anything holiday, seasonal, and/or wintery welcomed. Now bring us some figgy pudding, and get prompting and filling!
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/WinterNatural/profile
(art by Thomas Kinkade, of 'Christmas Cottage' fame ;) )
#WinterNatural2023#Supernatural#SPN RPF#Sam Winchester#Dean Winchester#Castiel#the whole danged cast#Jared Padalecki#Jensen Ackles#Misha Collins#etc etc etc#all ships welcomed#spn fanart#spn fanfic
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AHHHH! I'm so stoked to finally be able to show yall this!
I signed up for my first bang and happened to get paired up with a really special Fandom friend to me, Samanddean76 ! I did the art for her awesome story, "A Fistful of Sammy's" , AO3 link to her story here~
Without spoiling too much for you guys, imagine multiverse and multiple timelines with several Sams, Deans, all of them meeting, multiple ship pairings, and yummy smut! God, this story really has it all! Angst, drama, plot, fluff, joy, tragedy... It's easily one of my favorite fics I've read! That's what I tried to convey in the cover banner above! This banner and all the following art were done with various photo editing, drawing, and photoshop apps to achieve the desired look!
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For chapter headers, I tried to do a photo representation of a sort of "chapter summary," highlighting the main focus of each chapter! I also made them cohesive with the cover art...
And then perhaps my favorite bits of art from this is the page breaks! They are just so aesthetically pleasing, tattoo worthy! I took important weapons from the show, and turned them into "pencil art" style sketches.
Since Tumblr only allows 10 photos per post, I had to put them in a collage. If you wanna see them in full scale, check them out on my AO3 Master Post, here!
And then last but not least, a link to the author's tumblr post here!
Go read this fic, guys! You won't regret it! Sal is an amazing author! I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to work with her in this bang! My first bang experience was amazing because of her!
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Against All Odds
Summary: Jared is a small-town Deputy who's lived there all his life. When he met Y/N - a new Omega in town - in the drunk tank, he wondered if he'd ever get a second chance at love.
Characters: Alpha!Correctional Officer!Jared x Omega!Reader
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Fluff, Drinking/Alcohol Abuse, Medical Conditions, Medical Treatments, Heat/Rut Cycles, Medical Emergency, Procedural Violations (Doctors bending the rules/laws), Smut (Fuck or Die, Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Claiming/Biting, Dirty Talk)
AU: CORRECTIONAL OFFICER!JARED (@spnaubingo)
ANGST: IN THE HOSPITAL (@anyfandomangstbingo)
OMEGAVERSE: CLAIM SEX (@afgomegaversebingo)
SW: FREE SPACE (@samwinchesterbingo)
WC: 11,623
A/N: So I started this fic in 2021 for my Bingos (which I am still working on and intend to complete eventually). I doubt they count anymore, but that's not the point, LOL. I took quite a few liberties with the prompts. Although it took ages to complete, I am delighted with how this fic turned out. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated. : )
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The weight of her head was heavy in her hands, the concrete beneath her cold enough to numb her backside. Groaning, she pinched her eyes shut against the overly bright lights that rained down on her, creating a constant pounding behind her closed lids.
"Good Morning, Ms. Y/L/N. How are we feeling today?"
Y/N groaned louder, the chipper and familiar voice only adding to her torment.
"Mornin' Padadeputy," she snorted at her joke, wincing as it caused her poor, battered brain pain. "Can I go home?" she croaked, working her mouth to ease the dryness.
She could use a drink. But the very thought had her throwing a hand over her mouth and rushing to the steel toilet in the corner, the remnants of her late-night excursions making a reappearance.
Wiping a hand across her mouth, she leaned her back against the wall, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed as she felt a bit of relief from her suffering. Though the constant rhythmic pounding in her head only grew more prominent.
The sound of metal sliding against metal, locks clicking, and doors sliding alerted her that she was no longer confined. Opening her eyes just enough, she could make out her favorite deputy's tall and lean figure.
"So, at this rate, should we keep this room open for you?" Officer Padalecki joked as he leaned against the open doorway of the cell.
Using the wall as leverage, she forced herself to her feet, her body protesting the movements. She quickly rinsed her mouth and washed her face, waking herself up enough to return home.
"Maybe I just like seeing you?" She smiled over-sweetly and shuffled past him as her feet walked the familiar path.
"Not that I'm complaining, but there's probably better ways to get my attention," he teased.
The flirty banter between them happened with ease. Y/N, unfortunately, made a habit of landing herself in the drunk tank at least once a week. Though they'd never seen or talked to each other outside of the local jail, they formed an easy camaraderie.
The truth was he worried about her, the unclaimed Omega slowly drinking herself to death, being forcibly removed from local bars for disorderly conduct on many occasions. She seemed like a sweet but troubled woman. Maybe it was his caring side or his Alpha, but he worried and wanted her to be okay.
Y/N's senses were sharp, even when drunk out of her mind. She could see his attractiveness and smell his rich Alpha lurking under the surface. She'd never been with an Alpha, never felt the pull. But in her condition, there was no way she could start now, even if there were an attraction unlike anything she'd felt before. She brushed it off as another symptom; her Omega had long since become unreliable.
-
Jared walked back into the office area after escorting Y/N outside. As soon as he entered, Jensen looked up with a lewd grin, making Jared sigh and roll his eyes.
"Alright, let's have it," Jared scoffed as he sat at his desk, crossing his booted feet on the desktop and leaning back in his chair.
He had worked with Jensen at the station for years, but they had met at the training academy before that. However, they only spent a little time together outside of work, as they were involved in the community. Sometimes, they'd see each other at local events, but they were both occupied with helping the community in various ways, volunteering, and making their hometown well-cared for and safe.
Y/N was relatively new to their community. No one knew much about her. She lived in town but didn't seem to work anywhere, and she spent almost every Friday night sleeping it off in the jail. Regardless, Jared was attracted to her almost immediately after catching a slight hint of her scent. He often felt like a swooning teenager again in her presence, which Jensen never missed a chance to rib him about, leaving Jared an embarrassed and blustering mess.
"So, you ever gonna ask her out, or you just planning to be a secret admirer?" Jensen teased as usual.
"Come on, man," Jared groaned. "We've been over this. It's unprofessional to do that when I'm on duty and she's in jail. I never see her outside of this place. Maybe it's just not meant to be?"
He didn't like how the words tasted as he spoke them, somehow feeling malformed. There was something between them, a possible compatibility. After all, Jensen could never catch any scent from her; he was an Alpha, too. So, if Jared was sensitive to her scent, it must mean something.
Jensen shook his head and laughed before getting back to some paperwork. Jared sighed again, doing the same and wondering if he'd ever see her outside the jail and off duty, just like two people in the world. Then, he promised himself, heâd try again.
-
After Jared clocked out for the end of his shift - his relief right on time as usual - he tried to put Y/N out of his mind, but his Alpha was set on her ever since he'd first laid eyes on her. His mind flip-flopped as usual, switching from the primal Alpha wanting her to the rational man determined to remain professional. Either way, whatever was going on in her life, he was sure the last thing she needed was an Alpha sniffing around.
As he walked towards his truck, twirling his keys in his hand, he saw Y/N waiting on a bench by the station. She usually called a cab to come and get her when she was released, but she was long gone by the time he left to go home. Deciding to take a chance, he went over to her.
"Waiting on your cab?" he smiled down at her.
She nodded, "Yeah, they're just a little busy this morning."
"I can give you a ride if you'd like," he offered, pointing over his shoulder at his truck. Y/N's eyes flitted between him and his truck before she sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."
She could feel his eyes on her as she climbed in the old truck, the effort seeming to drain her. She glanced at him, the same look of worry she saw from everyone etched onto his beautiful face.
"I'm fine. Just need some sleep."
It was one of her standard responses. She was glad that Jared seemed to buy it and started driving. She gave him directions to her house, grateful the town was small and wasn't a long drive.
"Thanks again," she said as she climbed out of the truck and shut the door. "See you later."
"I hope under different circumstances," he chuckled, a light tinge of pink staining his cheeks and ears.
Yeah, she wished that things could be different, too. She bid her farewell as it was, noting that Jared hadn't driven off until she was safely secured inside. Sighing, she brushed it off, eager to get rid of the stink of jail and stale liquor that clung to her.
She stumbled into her bathroom, pulling off her clothes on the way, a haphazard trail left behind her. She leaned on the bathroom counter, groaning at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. Drinking wasn't doing her any favors, but it was the only way to drown the pain and sorrow.
She turned to the corner of the counter, opening her organized pill box and eyeballing the many different medications in various colors and sizes she had to take every day. She hated it, but her regimen required it as part of her treatment for aging, unmated Omegas.
She downed the pills with a glass of water, showered, and dried as quickly as possible. Forgoing clothes, she climbed into her bed, sleep taking over quickly.
-
Y/N sat in the oversized pleather chair, letting out a long sigh. Her eyes were more than bored with whatever random home makeover show played on the muted TV. She allowed her eyes to roam, taking in the other chairs like hers, with different people occupying them.
Her head rolled to the other side, glancing at the IV in her arm, her eyes following up the tubing to the bag hanging above her, still half-full. She groaned, knowing she'd be there a while yet.
She'd been at it for six months, and the treatment of donated Alpha enzymes was designed to counteract the decline of her Omega body. She was past the average age for Omegas to be mated, never having found an Alpha that called to her Omega. Now, being mateless had become a medical condition, her body rapidly deteriorating from lack of a mate and the necessary enzymes a bite would provide.
Still, the treatments would only work so much and for so long, prolonging the inevitable. Y/N's doctors insisted she try finding a mate as soon as possible, but she wasn't willing to settle for anyone. Her stubbornness, however, didn't help her condition. The treatments weren't as effective anymore, and her body started to build a tolerance. She shifted in her chair, the squeaky creak of the materials making her groan.
"Y/N?"
Her head snapped up, and her brow furrowed at the figure across the room. He finished his conversation with a doctor, rolling the sleeves of his plaid flannel down over his forearms as he approached her with a smile.
He pulled up one of the smaller guest chairs beside her, laying his coat over his knee. His body looked too large and long for the basic chair.
"Padadeputy," she greeted, but without the usual smile. "What are you doing here?" she asked, still confused over his sudden appearance and at having someone see her here. She hadn't told a soul about her treatments, not that she had anyone to say anything to.
"Jared," he corrected her with a smile. "I come in a couple times a month," he explained. "I donate enzymes."
His eyes drifted from the IV in her arm to the hanging bag, his gaze flicking back to her eyes. She lowered her head in shame, heat spreading across her cheeks. For a moment, they both wondered if it was his enzymes she'd received.
The awkward silence dragged out between them, Jared waiting for her to speak. She didn't like anyone knowing about her condition, afraid Alphas would try to claim her in a heartbeat 'for her own good.' But, for whatever reason, Y/N felt compelled to tell Jared the truth. She wanted him to know. Maybe her Omega was reaching out to him again, but she gave in to this small need to connect with the Alpha before her.
"I've never had a mate," she spoke quietly, picking at her nails. "I've been doing treatments for a few months. But it's-" she sighed, briefly meeting his eyes and forcing a smile, "-it's not working so well."
"I had a mate," Jared broke the silent tension after a beat. "A long time ago," he dropped his head. She worried for him, wanting to reach out and comfort him. But she focused instead on her hands in her lap again.
"She died in an accident," he continued, seemingly composing himself as he met her eyes again. "Now that I'mâŚolder," he smirked, "It's getting harder to deal with." She was thoroughly surprised by his admission.
"Well, I wouldn't recommend drinking to cope," she chuckled, trying to ease the seriousness.
"I can't imagine the drinking is helping," Jared stated. "It can't be good with the treatments-"
"I don't need a lecture," she whined, surprised at herself for not being more angry at his audacity. "I get enough of that from my doctor."
"Maybe you should listen," Dr. Collins interrupted with a smile and a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Hey, Jared. Didn't know you two knew each other."
"Hey, Mish," Jared responded with a warm smile.Â
Misha had also grown up in the town and was a prominent fixture in the community. The Omega Outreach Program, which he helped found and develop, drew Omegas from all over for his unique treatments and regimens.
Y/N listened as the two men chatted. She often felt like an outsider, having moved there specifically for the treatments. When both men turned their attention back to her, she was pulled from her musings.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I'd like to go over some things with you. Would you like Jared to leave?"
Both men waited as she made up her mind, shaking her head. "He can stay," she said in a small and quiet voice.
Jared was the closest thing she had to a friend; having someone to know and talk to about things would be helpful. But also, it was an attempted blow to stifle her Omega. As much as she pined after Jared, she knew he wouldn't be interested if he knew the truth of her condition. What Alpha would want a broken, dying Omega? At least when he learned, he could leave, and she could try and let go of this stupid fantasy she'd concocted in her mind.
"Okay," Dr. Collins nodded as he pulled up a seat to talk with her. "You'll be happy to know it appears this round of treatments is starting to work, at least a little," he explained. Y/N was surprised as each round of treatments before had failed, her body not finding compatibility with any of the enzymes she was provided. Now, it seemed, they'd finally found a match. "I'm still worried about your heat. And, of course," he leveled her with a gaze, "The goal is to find an Alpha for a permanent solution possibly. Have you given more thought to what we discussed?"
She appreciated his vagueness at the time, seeing Jared stir quietly. Dr. Collins had recommended a matching service that would pair her with an Alpha who needed an Omega. A clinical pairing that would keep them alive, if not happy or in love. That wasn't the point of those programs; she didn't want to go that route. It felt like giving up, and a small part of her hoped to find the fairytale of True Mates and love and romance. Her eyes flashed to Jared, stirring deep within her, alerting her to the fact her Omega was trying to seek the Alpha it needed in him.
"No," she shook her head, forcing her eyes from Jared back to Misha. "I don't want to do that."
Misha sighed, glancing between the pair before nodding. "Alright, we'll continue your treatments and see how you do. Same time next week?"
She smiled and nodded, and Dr. Collins dismissed himself to help the next patient. She liked him a lot. He never seemed to judge her, was open, kind, and understanding, but provided the same level of detailed care to every one of his patients. It was a big part of what made him so sought after in the first place.
"It seems pretty bad," Jared mumbled once they were alone again. He tried to bite back the rising jealousy at his following words: "He's recommending a matching service, isn't he?" She nodded, and he felt a little queasy. "Is that what you want?"
"No," she said, meeting his eyes. "I don't want to give myself to any Alpha to survive. But because I've never been with an Alpha at all, my condition is worse. I'm afraid the choice will be taken from me."
Jared licked his lips and leaned forward, ready to take the chance and offer himself to her, "Y/N, I-"
His phone ringing made him squeeze his eyes shut and curse. As he answered the phone, Jared's body slumped, and Y/N knew he would have to leave.
"-I have to go," he finished lamely, flashing her an apologetic look.
"Duty calls," she chuckled, attempting again to lighten a rather heavy mood.
He laughed with a light sparkle in his eyes. Even though he was a rather large Alpha, she felt comfortable around him. Conversation flowed easily, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she hadn't felt with anyone before. She was almost sad when her treatment finished, and he bid her farewell. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared from her sight.
Maybe it's for the best, she thought, that he leaves before her Omega reaches out for him with dying desperation, ignoring the lingering flutter in her chest. Regardless, she hoped she might see him again, not from within the drunk tank.
-
Jared checked his watch, hurrying his steps toward the hospital's entrance. He did his best to try and calm his racing heart. Jared scheduled his donations for several weeks to coincide with Y/N's treatments.
After their third visit, Dr. Collins pulled him aside to say that she'd been improving with Jared's visits and that the treatments were becoming more effective. However, they still wouldn't tell him if she received his enzymes, so Jared made sure to be there for her.
She was utterly alone, he learned. And her drinking that kept landing her in jail was a failed coping mechanism. She was spiraling toward a painful end. The more he knew and the more time he spent with her, the stronger the pull between them became.
Maybe it was because they were both without a mate. Perhaps it was because they were both dealing with their bodies degrading. But he held on to the slight hope that maybe they were compatible, and that's why their visits always felt like the highlight of his week.
He was nervous as he reached the treatment floor. He was excited to see Y/N and had been working up the nerve over the past two weeks. This time, he was ready; he would go for it and ask her out. Their connection was strong, and he'd been attracted to her since he first saw her. Finally, things were aligning.
As he entered the clinic, his heart sank. He did not see Y/N anywhere among those receiving treatment. He knew it was the right day, the same as it had always been. Checking his watch once more, he frowned. Turning to the receptionist's desk, he gave his name and signed in on the sheet. While the woman behind the desk typed on her computer, he took a moment to glance over the sign-in sheet, not seeing her name anywhere.
Maybe she had other things going on and had to reschedule her appointment. Jared forced back his despondency, deciding to show up earlier the following week. As he sat through his donation, his mind overthinking in circles and lamenting her absence, the most primal side of his inner Alpha began to wake for the first time in years.
-
Jared tried to focus on the paperwork at his desk, but he was restless, his inner Alpha rising to the forefront increasingly with each passing day. He could feel Jensen's eyes boring into him, but he did his best to ignore it. Jensen was increasingly concerned as he watched his Alpha friend unravel before him. He wasn't even sure Jared was aware of the huffs and growls falling from his lips sporadically, his scent permeating everything around him.
"What?" Jared growled at his friend and co-worker with bared teeth. At Jensen's raised brow, Jared tried to compose himself. "I'm sorry."
"Man, I've never seen you like this," Jensen said. "Not even after Gen."
"I know," Jared responded defensively, trying not to bristle at the mention of his former mate.
"Have you seen Y/N lately?"
Jensen didn't want to bring her up, but she hadn't been in jail in weeks. While grateful for that, he could see how badly it affected Jared not to see or be around her.
"She wasn't at the clinic," Jared mumbled, seeing Jensen's curious look. Remembering no one knew, he decided to talk it out with a friend. "She goes to the clinic for Omega treatment," he explained. "I've seen her when I go for donations, but she wasn't there this week."
"Look, I don't want you snapping my head off. But you're different around her, and now that she's not around, you're not looking great. I thought it was just a crush, but maybe you've imprinted," Jensen said as Jared scowled. "Maybe she's yours."
Jared tried to ignore how those words affected him, making him purr at the thought of her being his. He'd entertained the idea himself, the fantastical notion of True Mates. He tried to brush it off as silly, immature musings. But now, hearing Jensen vocalize the same thoughts, Jared wondered if maybe it wasn't just childish notions grounded in something genuine.
When Jared didn't speak and returned to work, Jensen let it go. However, he was determined to keep an eye on his friend and help if needed. He didn't want to see Jared spin out like he did when he lost his mate, Gen. Maybe Jared and Y/N could save each other from a fate worse than death.
-
As promised to himself, Jared returned to the clinic the following week, an hour before he or Y/N were usually scheduled to be there. He sat and waited, completed his donation, and waited another hour beyond the end of his appointment.
But Y/N never showed.
His Alpha was beginning to spin out of his control. A control he maintained so tightly and with relative ease most of his life was now being stripped away in his worry over Y/N. An Omega. One that his Alpha wanted to claim as its own.
He continued going to work each day, both happy and sad that she was never there. He visited the clinic daily to see if her schedule had changed, but she was absent. He briefly entertained the idea of showing up at her door, but he stopped himself. As much as he may care about and want her, she wasn't his Omega. She wasn't his anything, and he had no right to show up. If anything, she might consider it an abuse of his knowledge or power as a deputy, and he certainly didn't want that either.
By the time of his next appointment, Jared was a mess. His Alpha was now at the forefront. He felt almost on the cusp of a rut and wasn't due for some time. The looks from the hospital staff irritated him further as he huffed and stomped his way into the clinic, wiping the ever-present sweat from his brow. It took all he had to contain himself when Dr. Collins refused his weekly donation and sent him home.
He decided to call out of work that night, his rut on the cusp, his Alpha barely restrained. He never called out of work, keeping himself to a strict and disciplined schedule and lifestyle - his way of controlling the beast.
Jared was interrupted from his musings by the phone ringing. He scowled, checking the ID and seeing it was the station. He laid back on the couch with a groan, wiping the sweat from his brow before answering.
"I told you I was too sick to come in tonight," Jared nearly growled.
"I know. But your lady friend found herself locked up again." It was Jensen. "She wanted me to call you."
That had him sitting upright, clutching the phone a little tighter. "She okay?" he asked, jumping up from the couch and rushing to put on his shoes.
"Drunk," Jensen sighed into the phone. "Not as lively as usual, though."
Jared slammed his door as he hastened to his truck, eager to see her and hoping she was okay. His Alpha was chomping at the bit.
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
God, he couldn't be anything but happy she was alive. He slowly drove himself mad for weeks, wondering if he'd missed his chance. Maybe she was going feral, and he couldn't help. Perhaps he did something to piss her off, and she was avoiding him. But now, at least, he knew she was alive and out in the world and asking for HIM. His Alpha puffed with pride, ready to answer his Omega's call.
He barely had the truck in park before hopping out, his long legs marching hurriedly to the station doors. He banged on the glass of the locked front door with an open palm, shuffling from foot to foot as he waited for entry. The bright lights around the law enforcement facility thoroughly polluted the dark of night.
As the door opened, Jared met Jensen's eyes, which roamed him from head to toe and back again. Jared squirmed under the scrutiny, knowing he was a mess. His hair was wild and matted with sweat. His clothes and body were drenched in pheromones, making Jensen's nose crinkle.
"You good?" he asked.
"Yeah," Jared nodded and swallowed hard, taking several breaths to try and calm himself.
Jensen hesitated momentarily, eyeing Jared warily before huffing and letting him in. Jared followed hot on his heels as Jensen unlocked doors and led the way into the holding cell.
Jared froze as soon as his eyes landed on her. She was huddled in the corner, looking far worse than he'd ever seen her. She was undoubtedly drunk, but by the smells permeating every corner of the room, he knew it was more than just alcohol that was making her so lethargic.
"Y/N?" he called out loudly as he clung to the bars.
She stirred and grunted but didn't respond beyond that. Jared's nostrils flared, his Alpha ready to pry the bars apart to get to her.
"Omega?" he whimpered under his breath as if saying it were a delicate secret.
Hearing her title, she sat up slightly, fluttering open her eyes to lock on the source. She took a deep breath at the slight whine from the Alpha on the other side of the bars. As her vision cleared and her body filled with his scent, she rose, stumbling to him. When her smaller hands clutched at the bars, he automatically moved to cover hers with his own, drawing a small whimper from the fragile Omega.
"Sorry, Padadeputy," she smirked, finally meeting his eyes. "I didn't have anyone else to call."
He could see unspoken pain in her eyes, could sense just how bad her condition had gotten and how worse she was making it from drinking. He reluctantly released her, stepping back from the bars and turning to Jensen.
"Let her out," Jared asked but with a commanding Alpha edge. "I'll take her home."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Jensen protested.
"I don't care what you think," Jared growled. "I'm taking her home where she can sleep it off. You don't know her condition, man."
"And you do?" Jensen asked surprisingly calmly, though his look was anything but.
"Yes, I do," Jared stood tall, squaring his shoulders. "I won't hurt her."
Jensen was still hesitant. But in the end, he trusted his friend. Jared had always been thoughtful and in control in a way Jensen envied. If he could trust anyone with her care, it was Jared. Besides, whatever the Hell was going on with her, she'd certainly do better at home than in a cold, concrete cell.
With a nod and a huff, Jensen relented, turning to the cell door and opening it up, letting Y/N out.
She smiled at Jensen, "Thank you, Ocifer Ankles." She grinned, making Jensen roll his eyes.
"Just get her home safe, okay?"
"Promise," Jared nodded, wrapping an arm around Y/N to steady her as they left the building and walked to his truck.
He secured her safely in the passenger's seat, closed the door, and jogged to the driver's side. He hopped in and started up the truck but leaned back in his seat with a huff, taking a deep breath.
He turned to Y/N, surprised to find her already looking at him. "You called for me," he breathed out, more a statement than a question.
"Well, I didn't have your number," she fidgeted with her hands. âI didn't know anyone else and wanted to go home."
"I haven't seen you in weeks-"
He stopped as her hand landed on his, squeezing lightly. "I'm sorry," she said. âI'll explain everything. Please, take me home."
He agreed, guiding the truck onto the road and quickly remembering the route to her house. He may not have gone there, but he traveled the path in his mind often enough. He was pleasantly surprised that she held his hand the whole ride, even if her attention was on the passing scenery.
Parking in the driveway, they both got out. Y/N quickly took Jared by the hand again as she led him into her house. Guiding him to the couch, she went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He was already missing her touch and warmth, her presence beside him. He fought the urge to wander into the kitchen and forced himself to sit on the couch.
She knew there was a lot to tell him. She could tell he was riled, and she wasn't entirely surprised. During his visits, they talked and grew more familiar, and Y/N began to entertain the thought of having an Alpha. It was hard for her not to see him in weeks, and she could see that it also affected him.
Pouring the coffee into two mugs, she carried them to the living room, handing Jared one before sitting on the couch facing him.
"Jared," she started, and he purred at hearing his name from her lips. "I'm sorry if I made things awkward by calling you."
"What?" he said, setting his mug on the small table and paying attention to her. "You didn't. I'm glad you called."
She smiled bashfully, "I'm sorry I haven't been to treatment in a while."
"What happened, Y/N?" he asked, still worried but needing to know why she was gone.
"My heat's trying to break through," she explained. "It's been a long time since I've had one because of medications. It didn't hit fully, but what started to break through was enough to make me sick."
Jared's breathing picked up as he listened to her words. His Alpha was going into a panic again. He knew something was wrong. If it was her heat, he could've helped. He can help.
"I was admitted to the Omega wing at the hospital," seeing him getting worked up, she tried to calm him. "They got it managed and switched my meds. It's been trying to worm to the surface for weeks."
"Eventually, it'll come back full force, though, right?" he swallowed hard at the question, knowing full well how painful and possibly fatal a heat for her could be. He had thoroughly researched her condition, and it only made him more sure they met for a reason.
"I've never had an Alpha, Jared. I've never even been with one before."Â
He let out a deep growl at her statement, which was more a call to her womanhood than something scary. He wasn't fully aware he'd done it until he saw her body respond. Taking a chance and testing the waters, she set her cup on the table and scooted closer to him. Leaning in, she lay her head on his chest, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. She breathed in deeply, blatantly scenting him and humming in satisfaction and comfort.
Jared set his mug aside and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close. He leaned down to scent her hair as she breathed in his scent, an involuntary groan ripping from his lips. In his youth, he would have been eager to take and claim. Now, there was only calm and peace, her scent and warmth soothing the primal beast within.
"You know I had an Omega before," Jared's voice rumbled in his chest. "It shames me to say this, but it never felt like this."
"I know what you mean," she responded, squeezing him a little, making him hold her closer. âI've never felt such compatibility before. I can usually resist Alphas, but with youâŚ"
True mates, Jared's mind offered, but he remained silent. As the conversation quieted, he moved to retrieve the remote from the table, putting something on to watch until she was ready to sleep. It didn't take long for her to pass out. Jared carefully moved, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to her bedroom. He tucked her under the covers, standing over her as she settled into comfort.
He knew this was when he should leave but he couldn't move his feet. His eyes drifted over Y/Nâs face, settled peacefully in slumber, before looking over her shape and form, hidden by the covers. She was beautiful, her scent sweet and enticing. His muscles twitched as he fought the urge to crawl beside her, his Alpha yearning to make her his.
He could leave, he supposed, and he probably should. But he didn't want to, and he reasoned that Y/N probably needed someone to look after her anyway. So, returning to the living room, he kicked off his shoes and settled on the couch. He was asleep in a matter of minutes, her scent surrounding him and providing him with much-needed comfort.
-
Jared woke suddenly in the middle of the night, a second of confusion clouding his mind before he realized why he had woken. Drenched in sweat, he discovered his rut had finally broken in his relaxed state. Although he could smell himselfâsweating in the same clothes for two days and soaked once moreâher delectable scent still permeated everything.
Now fully awake, he sat upright on the couch, cradling his aching head. His Alpha was desperate to go to her, sneak into her room, and ease their suffering. But he also didn't want to scare her or ruin what they were starting to develop between them. He wouldn't let himself lose control with her. But if he stayed there much longer, the choice might be taken from him.
Mind made up, he searched for a scrap of paper and something to write with, hastily jotting down his number and that he'd see her at the next treatment appointment the following day. He placed the note on the coffee table and forced his feet towards the door. He paused with his hand on the handle, his forehead leaning against the cool door. His Alpha was screaming at him not to do this or leave her.
With his last bought of strength and willpower, he opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him as he forced his feet toward his truck, hoping to sleep it off at home.
-
When she woke in the morning, she felt awful. She knew right away that her heat had broken. She feared this would be the one the doctor had warned her about - the one that would drive her feral. She could faintly smell Jared, and her body forced her to crawl from the bed and towards the source.
She stumbled to the living room like a zombie on automatic. She was surprised not to find him there when she reached the couch. Maybe he was in the bathroom? She glanced at the coffee table, seeing a paper. Dashing to grab it, she read the hastily scribbled note from Jared.
He had to go but would see her at her next appointment. That was tomorrow afternoon. Her Omega whined in protest of his absence. His scent lingered, and she crawled onto the couch, wrapping herself in the throw and drowning in his potent scent. It seemed to seep into everything fabric he touched and slept upon.
As Jared's rich, Alpha scent filled her lungs, her heat slammed into her with a ferocity that terrified her. The pain compounded with heartbreak over the perceived rejection from his departure. His scent ramped up her body from desire to urgent need as a pitiful whine escaped her parted lips.
With hazy images in her mind's eye, her hand wandered down her body and between her thighs, desperate for any form of relief from the burning within her. She came hard with Jared's name on her lips but was still unsatisfied and yearning. Already feeling tired and drained, she forced her fingers to continue, her wetness more than she'd ever felt before. A brief, alarming worry flashed through her before a second climax erased all thought. Again, it wasn't quite enough, but it eased her pain just enough for her to fall asleep.
-
Jared rushed toward the clinic doors, his heart racing. Ever since he'd left Y/N's house, he'd been itching to see her again, to just be near her. He'd showered twice and doused himself in scent blockers, knowing they wouldn't let him stay if he was in a rut. But he'd promised to see her. He couldn't donate in his condition, but he could keep her company and show her he could be trusted.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Jared walked into the clinic, his eyes flitting about, looking for her. He didn't see or scent her anywhere. Glancing at the clock, he reviewed the sign-in sheet, but her name was not listed. A sinking dread filled his stomach, and he was unaware of his worried Alpha scent growing and filling the space, drawing unwanted attention.
Jared rechecked his phone, but there were no calls or texts. He sent Y/N a text as he began to panic. Maybe he shouldn't have left. Maybe he should go to her house and see if she was okay. His spiraling panic had amped his rut again, the blockers now useless against the many emotions and pheromones clogging the air.
Nurse Benedict - a small but kind man - approached him warily, and Jared looked around to see him drawing attention.
"Hey, Jared," he spoke calmly with a soft smile. "You shouldn't be here in your condition."
Jared could see several patients eyeing him warily, and he knew he was making them uncomfortable.
"IâI'm sorry," he apologized and reluctantly forced himself to leave. The familiar voice of Dr. Collins stopped him at the door.
"Jared?"
Misha had just stepped off the elevators leading to the hospital. Jared's nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated as he caught Y/N's scent from the smaller male. His rut was still simmering under the surface, and her scent on another manâregardless of whomâexacerbated it.Â
The Alpha within gained the upper hand as Jared rushed Misha, pinning him against the wall with his forearm across the smaller maleâs throat, baring his teeth in warning as he growled.Â
âWhere is she?â
âWho?â Misha squeaked, urging Jared to loosen his hold enough for him to speak. âWho are you looking for, Jared?â
âY/N. Where is Y/N? I can smell her all over you. Did you touch whatâs mine?âÂ
Misha knew Jared was deep into his rut. Moreover, his apparent instincts over Y/N further confirmed his suspicions about the pair.Â
âDr. Collins,â Nurse Benedict said, and Misha raised his hand to urge him to stay back. âShould I call security?â
âNo. Thank you, Rob. Weâre fine. Just need a little space to talk, is all.â
Misha remained calm as Nurse Benedict backed away, leaving him and Jared alone. Jared relaxed and released Misha, a part of him sensing his anger was misplaced.Â
"Is she here?" Jared growled, unable to maintain pleasantries.Â
Even his logical mind screamed that he was her doctor, for crying out loud. Dr. Collins looked Jared up and down before glancing down the hallway to see Nurse Benedict still watching the scene.
"Come with me," Misha insisted, gesturing for Jared to follow him onto the elevator. Pressing the floor button, the elevator doors closed, leaving the two men alone. "She's on the Omega treatment floor; she was brought in the middle of the night by ambulance."
Guilt slammed into him hard; he knew he shouldn't have left. He was trying to be respectful, but it may have been what sent her there. He couldn't lose her. Not when he'd finally let himself believe they could have something.
The bell chimed, indicating they'd reached their floor as the doors opened again. Jared followed Y/N's doctor in silence. He wasn't her Alpha and wouldn't be allowed to see her or even be on the floor, especially in his condition. But he trusted Misha and didn't want to get thrown out. So he stayed quiet and followed a very close step behind.
Jared tried to tamper down his Alpha as the overwhelming scents of Omegas and their Alphas assaulted him. While he could scent they mainly were bonded, the pheromones had him wanting to fight or fuck it out.
âDr. Collins?â
A brunette female doctor greeted Misha as they stopped in the hall. Her gaze flicked over Jared questioningly before returning to Misha in confusion. Jared was finding it difficult to control himself when they reached the floor, and everyone was looking at him or scurrying away, his scent potent and alarming.
âDr. Rhodes,â Misha greeted with a smile. âThis is Jared. Weâre here for Y/N Y/L/N.â
Dr. Rhodes was slightly concerned and upset over the situation, not to mention the visible marks on Mishaâs neck. She was almost sure this was a dangerous Alpha and her colleague was being coerced. Pulling a syringe stealthily from her coat pocket, Dr. Rhodes attempted to inject Jared with a sedative. Jared was too quick - years of police training made him ever aware of possible danger - and he pinned her to the wall, just like he had with Misha, growling and squeezing her wrist until she cried out in pain and dropped the syringe.
âJared, let her go.â
Expecting Misha, Jared was surprised to see Jensen beside him, still in uniform. Jared eased his grip, glancing at Misha and seeing the fear in his eyes. He forced himself to release the doctor and backed away from her, his eyes flashing between her and Dr. Collins. Dr. Rhodes rubbed her aching wrist as she eyed Jared warily.
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âI came in with the ambulance after the emergency call,â Jensen explained, trying to control his anger. âI let her go home with you, and then I get a call thereâs an emergency at her house. I thought you lost control like in the past and possibly did something.â
By the time he finished speaking, Jensenâs shoulders slumped, knowing his words would strike a chord with his friend. Jared was certainly pissed and hurt at the insinuation.
âI left because I didnât want to force her into anything. I was losing my mind, and I left,â Jared yelled, tugging at his hair in frustration. His arms dropped to his sides, and he started to cry. âI did this to her by leaving. This is my fault.â
Jared dropped to his knees and cried into his hands. He tried to do the right thing by her, but she ended up hurt anyway. Jensen tried to comfort him, helping him to his feet. Jared wiped his eyes and struggled to control his emotions.
âPlease,â Jared turned to Doctors Rhodes and Collins. âPlease let me see her. She needs me, and I can fix this.â
âSheâs unmated,â Dr. Rhodes snapped. âWe canât have an unmated Alpha in a rut here.â
âHeâs her donor.â
âExcuse me?â Jared and Dr. Rhodes spoke at the same time.
Jared was just as surprised at Mishaâs words; he and Dr. Rhodes both anticipated Dr. Collins's response.
âY/Nâs body rejected everything we gave her until she received Jaredâs enzymes. Itâs what has kept her alive this long. They are highly compatible.â
Highly compatibleâa modern, scientific term to replace the adage of âTrue Mates.â As Dr. Collins and Dr. Rhodes argued over professionalism and ethics, Jaredâs mind tuned them out. Y/N was hisâhe just knew it, and she needed him. He couldnât fathom losing another mate; he would surely go feral.
As they continued debating, Jared slipped away. In a trance, he let his nose and instincts guide him, finding Y/Nâs room with ease. He entered the room, glancing back at the doctors before mostly closing the door behind him.
The sight of her lying in bed, covered in sweat and groaning in pain, broke his heart. But the luscious scent of her heat called out to him, drawing him closer until he stood beside her bed.
âOmega,â he breathed out, more of a growl that made her body jerk and her eyes flutter open with a groan.
âJared?â she weakly asked, shuddering from cramps and fever.
Jared took her hand, the heat of her skin scorching. She sighed, and her body relaxed. After only a few moments, he watched in amazement as her vitals settled to something more normal, though her scent grew more potent.
âYou left,â she croaked, pulling her hand from his hold, making him frown. âYou rejected me.â
Jared was horrified, her perceived rejection making his heart clench painfully.
âNo,â he insisted, retaking her hand and urging her to look at him, âNo, Omega. I would never reject you. I didnât want to take advantage.â
Drs. Rhodes and Collins entered the room, and Jared looked sheepish and caught but refused to move from Y/Nâs side.
âIâm sorry, but you canât be in here without authorization,â Dr. Rhodes spoke, Misha just beside her.
Jensen appeared again, grabbing Jared by the arm and trying to lead him from the room, âIâm sorry, Jared. I have to take you out of here. Donât make it difficult, okay?â
âIâm an authorized donor,â Jared thought quickly on his feet. âYou said she was getting my enzymes, right?â he spoke, fighting against Jensenâs hold.
âWe could do a direct enzyme infusion,â Misha suggested to his colleague. âKim, we have to do something. He can help.â
âThe infusion would help,â Dr. Rhodes offered.Â
âNo,â Y/N spoke again. âIâm a broken and rejected Omega. I donât want to go through this anymore.â
âMaybe we can give them a chance to talk?â Dr. Collins spoke with his colleague, seeing she was at least considering. No one wanted to see someone die because they couldnât be matched or mated.Â
âWe should run tests,â Dr. Rhodes offered with a sigh, both Misha and Jared relieved she seemed to be on board finally. âIf they are compatible, they should mate as soon as possible.â
Jared was grateful they were bending the rules. As they all left the room, Jared felt the urgency of convincing Y/N that they could do this - could mate and be together if she wanted.
Holding her hand firmly in his, he cupped her cheek with his other hand, urging her to look at him. He took a moment to caress and soak in her features and scent.
âI left because you smelled so good I was afraid Iâd lose control and do something you didnât want. But I would very much like to be your Alpha.â
âI woke up, and I scented you,â Y/N explained. âBut you werenât there. I lay on the couch. I needed your scent.â
She fought back tears, and Jared did his best to soothe her from his position.
âThe idea of having an Alpha, of belonging to them, terrifies me. I never wanted it, and now Iâm paying for that. But then you came along, and I wasnât afraid. I was drawn and curious but never afraid.âÂ
She let her tears fall then but smiled warmly at Jared, squeezing his hand. Jaredâs heart swelled. He shouldnât have left, but now heâd get a second chance.
âWill you let me claim you?â He asked, needing to be bonded with her and knowing her body needed it too.
Before she could respond, two Beta nurses entered with Dr. Rhodes behind them, âSo, are we doing the transfusion?â
Y/N and Jared held each othersâ gaze for a long moment before Y/N turned to the doctor.
âYes.â
Y/N looked back to Jared, who kissed her hand and moved into a chair beside the bed. The nurses set up IVs and a machine to feed Jaredâs enzymes to stabilize her.
âAs soon as possible,â Jared whispered just for her, âIâll get you home and take care of you.â
The implications of his promise made her shiver. The staff left them alone while the transfusion was going on. However, after several minutes, Y/N looked like she was about to pass out as the alarms started blaring. Jared was out of his seat and at her side in a flash, cupping her face and trying to rouse her. The nurses and doctor rushed in, pushing Jared back into his chair as they checked her over. Her scent blossomed, almost choking him, and he detected the bitter tones of her heat on the verge of turning feral.
âThe transfusion isnât enough,â Dr. Rhodes explained to Jared.
âShe needs a claim,â he understood, his feet pulling him closer to her. âCan I take her home?â
He couldnât lose her, and he couldnât survive losing another mate. He felt blessed at having found her, but now he felt cursed to know only loss. He knew it would save her if he could mate and claim her.
âSheâs not stable enough to leave,â the doctor explained. âBut I can secure the room and give you privacy,â she offered instead.
Jared could only nod, his Alpha ready to care for his mate, his scent informing all others to keep their distance. The doctor rushed off, giving Jared a wide berth and securing the door behind her as promised.
âY/N?â Jared urged, trying to get her to focus on him, to at least hear him. âOmega?â
His voice was tinged with both whine and growl as he let his instincts guide him. He leaned down over Y/N and kissed her chaste but deeply.
âAlpha,â she whispered as her body sought him out.
âMy true mate,â he whispered back reverently. âNot how I wanted this to go, but I canât lose you. Need to mate and claim you.â
She shook her head, fighting to stay coherent and awake as the heat raced through her body. Her utter desperation for the Alpha before her was the only thing tethering her to wakefulness.Â
âItâs too fast,â she protested, a tiny sliver of rationality clinging to her consciousness.Â
âYouâre dying,â he responded bluntly. âYou would have had to have someone assigned as your mate. Weâll never get to know each other if youâre dead. I canât let that happen when I can help you.â He held her face in his hands, his forehead pressed to hers. âOmega, please.â
âJared,â she breathed, giving in to her bodyâs needs and tilting her head to kiss him. He responded in kind, his Alpha chomping to make her his. âAlpha, please. Need you. Need-â
Her voice trailed off as a painful cramp seized hold, making her whine and whimper. Jumping to action, Jared removed his shoes and hastily removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He pulled down the blankets and pushed up her hospital gown to her stomach. Her folds glistened in the harsh light, her scent potent and slamming into him hard. He breathed deep, his body shuddering.
Crawling on the bed to hover over her, she automatically spread her legs, Jaredâs hand finding her core. Slipping two fingers inside, he groaned, feeling her soaked and more than ready for him.
She whined and squirmed, the fever taking hold. Jared would have reveled in her desperation and submission, but now was not the time or place. He removed her clothes and climbed on the small bed, settling between her legs and pulling the covers over them for modesty.
His hard and heavy cock twitched eagerly against her hot and drenched folds. Without hesitation, he slid within her, groaning at the delectable feel of her heat wrapped around him. She whimpered again, and he shushed her, kissing her sweet as he began to move.
It was desperate and clinical, feeding primal needs and alleviating both their near-feral biologies. Y/N still felt better than anyone heâd ever had, and he promised himself the romance would come later when they were both safely out of danger.
âAlpha,â she called out, her legs spreading wider, letting Jared slide even deeper. âAlpha, need your knot!â
Jared groaned long and deep, burying his face in her neck as he picked up his pace. The small bed creaked with his every movement. Her hands on his ass, pulling him even closer, reminded him of her desperation and his own.
âGonna knot and mark you, Omega,â he warned, his knot already swelling, making it more challenging to fuck her how they needed. Feeling her grow close, he slipped a hand between them, rubbing tight and fast circles on her clit.
Her body tensed, right on the edge, and Jared could no longer hold off.
âOmega,â he groaned, his knot popping and locking them together.
As his teeth sank into her neck, marking her as his and bonding them, she came loud and hard, gushing around his knot.
They both lay panting, waiting for Jaredâs knot to recede. Jared licked and kissed her wound, allowing his instincts to guide him, his heart full in a way he never thought possible after his loss. Once his knot released, he moved from the bed, dressed, and cleaned them up. When done, Y/N slept, and Jared ran to get someone to check to ensure she was okay.
He knew she would need more than one round to heal, but he hoped he could take her home, where it would be more comfortable and private. Jared rushed out of the room to find Drs. Rhodes and Collins who paused their speech when they saw him.
âIs everything alright?â Dr. Rhodes looked concerned.
âSheâs sleeping,â Jared offered.
âIâll just go check on her.â
Jared followed into Y/Nâs room, and Dr. Collins was close behind. They both stood by patiently as Dr. Rhodes examined Y/N.
âShe seems better,â Dr. Rhodes announced. âIâll need to draw some blood, and weâll need to keep her for observation for a few hours.â
Jared tensed but nodded. He didnât want to be in the hospital any longer than necessary and just wanted to get her into a comfortable bed where he could tend to her every need and bring her back to life. But he could force himself to wait a few more hours for Y/Nâs sake. Heâd rather know she was stabilized before he removed her from the place that could save her if something went wrong.Â
âTry to get some rest,â Misha insisted as Y/Nâs blood was drawn. âYou both need your strength.â
Once again, they were left alone, the door secured behind them. It was easier to control his instincts now that they were bonded, but it still took effort to restrain himself from those having to touch or go near his mate.
Jared took residence in his chair again, scooting it as close as possible to the bed so he could hold Y/Nâs hand as she slept. He laid his head on her belly, watching her as she slumbered. It wasnât long before he drifted off to sleep with her.
-
It took half a day and a second round before Y/N was stable enough to leave the hospital. The second she was wheeled outsideâper hospital protocolâJared scooped her from the chair into his arms and carried her to his waiting truck, tucking her safely inside.
Y/N was more than surprised when Jared pulled into her home's driveway. She expected as an Alpha - and her Alpha - that heâd want her in his space. Most Alphas were territorial in that way. Before she could vocalize a word, Jared was out of the truck and at her side, carrying her in his arms again towards her front door.
âI wanted you to be comfortable,â he explained as he opened her door. She was surprised he had her keys, but she supposed she was pretty out of it and was grateful she had someone looking out for her. âI figured youâd want to be in your space for now.â
It would take some getting used to. But as her eyes trailed over Jaredâs body as he stood from laying her on the couch, she was thankful to have been blessed with such an attractive and caring mate. But her mood was soured as she smelled herself, a mix of her heat, sex, and not having showered in a couple of days.
âI want a shower,â she whined, her stomach gurgling loudly. âAnd something to eat.â
âOkay,â Jared readily agreed, ready to help her off the couch. âWhy donât we shower first, and then Iâll make us something to eat?â
âJared,â she protested. âYou donât have to.â
âYouâre my mate, Y/N,â he gently argued. âPlease, Omega, let me take care of you?â
He pulled her to her feet, his arms wrapped around her securely. She swooned at his rich and calming scent as he quietly purred to soothe her.
âYes, Alpha.â She smiled warmly at him, and Jared gave in to his urge to kiss her.
In the hospital, she was so out of it that she could barely remember them mating, let alone his kiss. She could feel the pulse in her neck from his bite, reminding her it was real. She imagined he was as gone as her when they mated, the urgency overriding all else. Now, however, she could savor his kiss - a kiss that was making her swoon so hard her legs gave out. Luckily, he was swift to scoop her into his arms once again.Â
Jared had wanted this - wanted her - for so long since he had first scented her. The first time, he was in the local bar on a rare night out. He had caught her scent wafting over all the others, calling to his inner Alpha that had been dormant for many years. He followed his nose, intent on finding the source. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his heart stuttered. But she left before he could ever approach her.
The second time he saw her, she was locked in the drunk tank. He had reported for an overnight shift and was briefed on the persons in holding. Thatâs when he learned her name. He spent the entire night with a watchful eye, her scent driving him mad with want.Â
Y/Nâs second visit to the drunk tank was his third time seeing her, and they spent most of that time in friendly chatting. Thatâs when Jared began to wonder if he could ever have a chance with this stunning Omega that called to him. It was also the first time he wondered what demons had led her to drink and be locked up. Thatâs when he tried to rid himself of the idea of her as ever being his. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât shake her from his mind, her scent ingrained in him.
As he set her down in the bathroom and turned on the shower, Y/N began stripping her dirty and sweat-soaked clothes. When Jared turned back around, finally satisfied with the water temperature, Y/N was naked and smiling shyly. He couldnât stop his eyes from roaming her nude body, finally able and allowed to view and appreciate every inch of her - and appreciate he did.
âYouâre so beautiful, Y/N,â he breathed heavily, removing his clothes as he watched her eyes devour him in turn. âMy Omega.â
A shiver ran through Y/Nâs body at Jaredâs Alpha tone, laced with his desire for her. They both took their time appreciating each other's bodies. Y/N had never seen a man so fit and toned or a cock so large and - frankly - beautiful, which is something she never thought sheâd say.Â
As another wave of her heat ramped up, she trusted Jared to help her. Y/Nâs mind was foggy, and her body focused only on her basic needs. She could barely stand on her own in the shower. She could smell Jaredâs delicious scent all around her, already mingling with hers. His hands, large and warm, delicately cleansed and caressed her skin.
After showering, he dried her down, and she slipped on a silky robe that barely covered her ass but was lightweight and didnât irritate her frazzled skin. Jared threw on his boxers and t-shirt, knowing sheâd need him again soon and not wanting too many layers in their way.
He left her on the couch, searching her kitchen for something to feed them. He opted for eggs and toast, something easy to make and eat. As he gathered the needed items, he noted that there were bottles everywhere he turned. Some bottles were empty, some half full or waiting to be opened. He was more than worried and knew heâd have to ask her about it. Maybe he could help her.
Bringing the plates to the living room, Jared handed her one as he sat on the couch beside her. He observed her as they ate, more than happy that she liked it and ate it all. Without a word, he gathered their dishes and neatly placed them on the coffee table. He planned to wash them at some point, but he needed to confront her about the drinking finally.
âY/N?â Jared began cautiously, grateful when she eagerly met his gaze. âI donât want to tell you how to live your life or try to control you; Iâm not that kind of Alpha,â he started, her brow furrowed as he continued. âItâs justâŚall the drinking, the bottles everywhere, ending up in the drunk tank. Iâm worried and want to help if you let me.â
She dropped her gaze to her lap as she nodded her head. She had expected it to come up at some point. After all, it was a prominent part of her life lately, and she worried it was all Jared really knew about her from being locked up so much.Â
Y/N could only feel safety and comfort from Jared, no judgment or anger. Their bond was new and raw, but she was grateful that she could feel him and knew it was okay to be honest. She met his eyes again and smiled reassuringly.
âFor a while, it was the only way I could escape the pain, at least for a little whileâmental, emotional, physical pain over my whole situation. I never wanted to be tied to a mate. I didnât want to be matched to someone I didnât love or know just to stay alive. I didnât want to die or hurt myself;Â I just wanted to escape. I donât need to drink, and I never really enjoyed it either. I want to give it up.â
Jared had expected at least a small argument or fight, not immediate acceptance. He placed a hand on top of hers, needing to feel her and reassure her. She flashed him that soft smile again and squeezed his hand back. Now, he felt like she was the one comforting him.
âI mean it,â she insisted. âI fought against this whole thing, but now that weâre mated, I am happy and content. Iâm happy itâs you, and I know being mated to you will heal the pain. My health and mood will improve,â She laughed to herself. âIt feels so stupid that I fought against it so much. Itâs better than I ever thought it could be to be mated to you.â
He couldnât help it as he leaned in, cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply. To know that she genuinely wanted him as much as he wanted her, after everything and how she felt, she was more than just okay with him claiming her. She was happy; she wanted it, and he wanted her.
Y/N kissed him hungrily, pushing him back into the couch and crawling into his lap as she demanded more. Jared wrapped his arms around her, moaning as she ground her bare, wet folds against his clothed cock. He hastily undid the tie of her robe, brushing it off her shoulders and to the ground. When his hands found her warm flesh, he hummed in satisfaction.
She ground her hips into him as she devoured his mouth, desperate for her Alpha, her heat ramping up again, far from satiated. She ran her hands down his chest and whined at the t-shirt that obscured her from his flesh. Jared caught on quickly, breaking the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Her fingers trailed over his torso, exploring his flesh as she kissed him deep again.
Her grinding was riling him up quicker than heâd anticipated, her scent and neediness, the desperate sounds she was making, all colliding into a perfect storm that aroused him to no end. But heâd promised her that heâd mate her properly when they were home, and thatâs precisely what he intended to do.
Scooping her into his arms, Jared stood and carried Y/N toward the bedroom, finding it hard to focus as she continued grinding against him and nibbling at the sensitive spots on his neck.Â
âNaughty little Omega,â Jared playfully chastised as he slapped her ass. She gasped and ground against him harder. âOh, you are naughty, arenât you?â
Stepping into the room, he laid her on the bed and removed his boxers before he crawled over her with a smirk.Â
âOh, maybe we can play Cops and Robbers, and you can punish me, Padadeputy,â she teased with a sultry smirk.Â
Jared growled and kissed her hard with teeth and tongue, âNext time,â he promised. âI have something else in mind,â he added as he pulled back and rolled her to her stomach. âPromised to claim you proper.â
She attempted to rise and present, but he placed a large hand on her lower back, keeping her flat and prone on the bed. He bent one of her knees, exposing her to him. Using his knees and thighs, he nudged her further until he could settle comfortably on top of her and between her thighs.
Y/N moaned as his weight settled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She was trapped beneath him, unable to move much in any way. But she wasnât afraid. Instead, she willingly submitted to her strong and potent Alpha.Â
Jared shifted his hips and slowly guided his cock into her tight and wet core. It felt like an eternity before he finally settled deep within her, moving his hips to nudge against her depths. Y/N moaned, her fingers clenched in the sheets. He was so deep, and she felt so incredibly full.Â
While they had already mated, it was rushed and fevered, and she was so out of it that she didnât remember much. Now, however, she could feel every little thing, which seemed deliciously overwhelming: from the emotions, the connection, and the sensations of him nestled inside and around her.
She squirmed desperately beneath him as much as she could. Jared nipped her shoulder, and she went still with a whine. He rewarded her by glacially pulling out and pressing in again just as slowly. She needed more and was growing ravenous, but he had other ideas.
Jared continued his slow and passionate rhythm, his hips rolling like gentle waves lapping at the shore. It felt incredible, and Y/N could feel every detail of his length as he speared her open again and again. But it wasnât enough to take them anywhere. Instead, Jared held them in the realm of pleasure, near torture, with seemingly no end in sight. It was maddening and divine.
âTell me how it feels,â Jared whispered as he kissed her neck and shoulders.
âAlpha.â
âTell me,â he reiterated, nipping at her claim and making her moan.
âFeels big and deep,â she gasped, and another nip told her he wanted more. âUgh! So thick and hot, splitting me open. Feel like you could break right through into my womb. So full,â she whined into the sheets.
Jared groaned and increased his pace, his hands exploring her body, his mouth tasting everywhere he could reach as he drove them both toward their ends. His body stilled as his knot popped, locking them together as his cum flooded her channel. He leaned in to renew his claim; even the bite was intentional and slow, and Jared savored the pop and burst as her skin broke anew.Â
âYou did so well, Omega,â Jared praised, shifting them to a spooning position as they waited for his knot to go down. âHow are you feeling?â he asked, leaning on an elbow to look down at her.
Y/N met his eyes and marveled at the many colors present and the myriad of emotions reflected back at her. Her heart swelled, and she knew she already loved him. She never knew mating could feel like this like she had found a piece of herself she was missing. Jared was a better Alpha than she ever imagined an Alpha could be. All the pain and suffering was worth it just to find him.
âLucky, Jared,â she smiled warmly. âI feel so damn lucky.â
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