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Tear you down

Summary: Dean is not amused having you around.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 1 – Sunday, April 14 - Heat/Rut

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, heat/rut, enemies to lovers trope, nakedness, voyeurism, mentions of switching suppressants (not Dean)

He will tear you down. For messing with him. For taunting him. For triggering his rut.

Dean Winchester is on a hunt. He’s hunting a dangerous enemy. The evil hiding behind a friendly smile and boobs.

“I will kill her,” he all but growls while storming toward the dungeon. Dean and his brother found you in the middle of a fight with three alphas. You were about to rip their clothes off their bodies to forcefully mate them. “She triggered my fucking rut.”

The hunter cups his aching crotch. He’s walking around with a raging hard-on since he saw you throw punches at three strong and tall alphas.

The alpha couldn’t help but admire your graceful fighting style, even while you were out of your mind, you looked like you performed only for him.

“Dean, what are you…” Sam stops in his tracks. He can smell the rut on his brother, and backpaddles. The hunter is by all means not a coward, but his brother in a rut is more than dangerous. It’s a death sentence. Especially with an omega in heat around. “I knew it was a mistake to bring her here.”

“Stay out of my way,” Dean grits his teeth. He flexes his muscles and snarls in his brother’s direction. “I’ll get rid of that omega.”

“I can see that,” Sam follows the motion of Dean’s hand. The alpha cups his crotch and rubs himself through his pants. “I think your alpha has other plans for her. You need to go back to your room and leave Y/N alone. It’s not her fault that some douchebag she trusted switched her suppressants with vitamins.”

“What?” Dean cocks his head.

“Before she passed out,” Sam sighs, “Y/N told me about the hunter she teamed up with, and that he switched her suppressants. He wanted an obedient and needy omega around. You know, someone to knot when he feels the need.”

Dean can barely think straight with his rut clawing its way to the front, but he makes a mental note to kill the hunter if he ever meets him again. Today, he won’t be able to do so. Not with your scent driving up the walls, and the problem in his pants.

“I’ll take care of him later,” he growls the words. “Stay away from the dungeon, and her.” Dean gives his brother a warning snarl.

“DEAN!”

Sam can only watch his brother storm toward the dungeon.

He always tried to get you and Dean together. You’re a perfect match. He just doesn’t want you to mate while being in a rut and heat…

“OMEGA!” Dean pants heavily when he finally walks inside the dungeon. You refused to sleep in one of the rooms and made a makeshift bed on the ground. You’re currently rubbing your aching sex against one of his pillows, humping it for dear life. “FUCK!”

Dean’s eyes darken while watching you pleasure yourself, using one of his pillows. “Go away!” You snarl and move even faster. “I need…I want…”

He dips his head, only watching you hump the pillow. Dean smells your slick, and your sweet scent.

“Stop that!” He orders, using his alpha voice. You’re a strong-willed omega, but even you cannot fight his alpha order. Dean is your true mate, and his call is even stronger.

You stiffen and stop moving at all. Your head tilts on its own to reveal your untouched mating gland to the angry alpha.

He grits his teeth and snarls, but you can’t do anything about it.

Dean steps closer, his eyes trained on your mating gland. He hums in appreciation, but a cocky grin tugs on the corners of his lips. “If only I knew I could make you shut up using my alpha voice.”

Your eyes follow Dean’s every move. He smirks when you try to growl at him.

“What do we do about that behavior,” he purrs, and steps closer to run his fingertips over your exposed back. “I love your submissive behavior but…” Dean crouches down next to you to whisper in your ear. “I want you to unleash the beast, sweetheart. Let go…”

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[butterfly-skinnylegend]

I want Jason Todd to be my sugar baby

[gukooky]

Suggestion: Add to dictionary the term "Chad" when you referring to fuckbois or when you threaten someone and you don't know them personally. Thoughts?

i LOVE it🤩🤩

[winchester90210]

hey love! i'v been thunking about to do a beverly hills 90210 myself but it would focus on dylan mckey x reader as the main relationship. would that be okey? i don't want to post it without asking you, it would feel like im copying... also i love your re write i already read it like 423474875 times i love you!

Go for it! As long as you're not ripping off my writing/dialogue/character arc, or whatever, and it's your own writing, it's totally fine! I really appreciate you asking, that's really sweet of you. Thank you so much for reading, I'm glad you're enjoying it! :)

[writingblock101]

Till Kingdom Come (Jason Todd x Reader)

Part 1

Thank you so much to everyone who left a nice comment for me! They made my day and I’m so happy you guys like this fic as much as I do! Without further ado, here is part 2 to For the Kingdom! 

Warnings: Various spoilers for Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, To Kill a Mockingbird, and The Outsiders

Word Count: 5,000

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @jaybirdxarsenal @palefiregiver @because-icanhide @nakedszn

Jason didn’t talk to you like he told Dick he would. He was scared to face you after causing so much pain during something that is supposed to bring pleasure. Why would you want to see him? Besides, Jason would end up saying something stupid and making you cry.

As he walks by the library, Jason pauses, backtracking and staring into the huge room. When he first tried giving gifts, he tried guessing what you were interested in and failed. So, instead of trying to guess what you might like, what if Jason shows you things about him and hopefully gives you a reason to not be scared of him?

. . . 

The next morning, you receive another gift from Jason. You open the box, expecting to find clothing or jewelry, but instead, you find a book with a note: I’m sorry about last night. I don’t want our marriage to be built on fear. I’m willing to try and make this work if you are. 

You smile sadly at the note then look down at the book: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

. . . 

It takes two days to finish the book. It was absolutely fantastic and bizarre, and now you want to talk about the book, but you’re not sure who to speak to. Jason doesn’t strike you as the reading type… Maybe Alfred suggested it.

You wander the castle in search of Alfred until you find him in the kitchen. 

“Mrs. Y/N,” He greets, finishing cooking lunch. “I see you received Master Jason’s gift, did you enjoy it?” 

“Yes,” You smile, sitting down at the island in the kitchen. “Giving a book was a great idea.” 

Alfred smiles. 

“Yes, Master Jason is quite fond of his books. He’ll be thrilled to hear you enjoyed it.” 

You blink. 

“So… Jason likes reading?” 

Alfred chuckles. 

“Very much. Why else would he give you a book?” 

“I don’t know,” You say quietly. “I thought he was trying to find something to relate with I guess… I never took him for the reading type.” 

“You have a lot to learn about your husband, Mrs. Y/N,” Alfred turns, placing two sandwiches and a bowl of fruit on a tray then holds the tray out to you. “Master Jason is in his office and I’m sure looking for a distraction. Would you care to bring him lunch?” 

You stare at the tray, doubt racing through your mind. 

“What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?” 

“I assure you, Mrs. Y/N, Master Jason has been desperately trying to come up with ways to talk to you. He will be delighted to have lunch with you.” 

He’s been desperately trying to come up with a way to talk to you? Really? The look on Alfred’s face shows that he won’t take ‘no’ for an answer so you hesitantly take the tray from him and walk to Jason’s office. 

The door is shut and the sandwiches are getting warm the longer you stare at it. Just knock, that’s all. This is your husband. You’ve seen him naked. You can knock on the door. 

Master Jason has been desperately trying to come up with ways to talk to you. He will be delighted to have lunch with you. 

Alfred wouldn’t lie to you. Just knock on the door. You reach out a hand and knock hesitantly. 

“What?” Jason calls from the other side of the door. 

Your heart rate speeds up. He sounds irritated. This is a bad idea.

“I um… I have lunch from Alfred, but if you’re not hungry, that’s okay. I can just leave,” You ramble then the door opens, revealing a surprised Jason. 

“Y/N,” He greets then blinks. “Um… hi.” 

“Hi,” You respond, then neither of you speak for a moment. 

“Uh… You said you had lunch?” Jason asks.

“Yes! Right, the whole reason I came here!” You hold up the tray, giggling nervously. 

“Would… You care to join me for lunch?” Jason asks hesitantly.

You smile. 

“That would be nice.” 

He takes the tray from you and brings you into his office, you sitting on one side while he opts to sit behind his desk then you both begin silently eating. You’re about halfway through your sandwich when Jason speaks.

“How’s your day been?” 

“It’s been good,” You nod. “How’s your day been?” 

Jason shrugs. 

“It’s been a lot of meetings.” 

“Oh?” You ask. 

Jason recalls you mentioning the lack of independence given to you by your mother. 

“Yeah,” He nods. “We’ve been tracking Dent for months now. We hired Frank Castle to keep him from entering Murdock’s territory, but now Dent is forming an alliance with Bane’s kingdom and it’s a nightmare,” Jason sighs. 

“Sounds like it,” You sympathize. 

Honestly, you had no idea who Jason was talking about since you were never allowed information about your parents’ kingdom affairs, but you appreciate him telling you. 

“I finished Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,” You tell him randomly. 

“Yeah?” Jason asks. “What did you think?” 

“It was...good,” You admit, looking a little puzzled. 

“You don’t seem confident in that answer.” 

Your eyes widen and you rush to rephrase your answer, worried that Jason will think you’re ungrateful for the gift. 

“No! No, I liked it! I really did! I just...” 

“It’s bizarre?” Jason offers. 

“Yeah...” You agree. “Bizare is a good word for it.” 

He grins. 

“Yeah, it’s a weird book. But I want to hear what you really thought.” 

You pause, studying Jason’s earnest expression. You should be able to share freely with your husband. He hasn’t given you any reason to feel as though you were in danger. He’s encouraging you to speak your mind. You take a breath. 

“It was good and I liked it, but I think a lot of it may have gone over my head.”

Jason chuckles. 

“Yeah, I think it was supposed to. Honestly, when I finished it, my first thought was “what the fuck?”.” 

You laugh. 

“That’s how I felt! Then, of course, I started thinking about if mice actually ran the world and if we were really their lab rats.” 

“That part messed with my head so much,” Jason admits. “As humans, we think we’re the dominant species or whatever and we’ve seen other humans manipulate us, but we really don’t know what capacity other animals have to manipulate us. Especially if they are smart enough to hide their intelligence from us.” 

“That whole idea kind of reminds me of Toy Story where the toys secretly came to life without any human ever knowing. I always wonder what goes on that we don’t know about… Is there some secret universe within our world that we just don’t get to know about?” 

“You know, given how many haunted doll movies exist, I’d prefer if that secret universe doesn’t consist of inanimate objects coming to life.” 

You laugh, feeling yourself relax. 

“Not a fan of Chucky?” 

“Not really. I don’t mess with demons or ghosts or whatever possesses them,” Jason admits. 

“Fair,” You nod then your mind follows a new train of thought. “I like that it started with something that was definitely a problem-- I mean, the guy’s house was about to be demolished-- but that problem becomes so small in comparison to all the crazy stuff that was about to happen.” 

“Right?” Jason nods along. “It makes you wonder about the big picture and how much of it we can’t see.” 

“There are so many possibilities in the universe,” You elaborate. “There are so many things out there that exist and we don’t even know about them. It makes you feel... small.” 

“Yeah… It really makes you think about what you see as a problem,” Jason looks over at the map of various wars. “I know I’m going after people that are evil and hurting others, but sometimes I wonder about the bigger picture, you know? Am I actually making a difference or am I just part of the problem?” 

You stare at the map for a long time, your eyes tracing where Dent retreated into Bane’s kingdom, mulling over Jason’s words. No one ever truly knows their impact. They hope they can understand it, but at the end of the day, individual lives are complex. Who knows if they are making a difference? 

For the first time, you see Jason’s true intentions with running the kingdom. He wants the best for others and his kingdom. He doesn’t go to war for the thrill of violence, he goes to war to protect his kingdom and to help others. Despite the stories, they aren’t showing a true version of Jason. He is ruthless because he wants to protect his people and he’s afraid he isn’t protecting his people. Jason is... caring. 

“I guess that’s what life is…” You say slowly. “We try to make a difference and hope we aren’t contributing to the problem. I don’t think we will ever know, but we’re trying our best…”

Jason nods along, still staring solemnly at the map. This is something that seems to haunt Jason, but it shouldn’t. He isn’t adding to the problem and you feel confident in that, but clearly, he is doubtful. Before his brain can further torture him, you smile and break the silence: 

 “Oh, and of course, 42.” 

Jason laughs, tossing his head back at your joke. You feel your face heating up with a blush and a small flicker of pride for making him laugh. 

“How could I forget?” He grins then glances down at the empty tray. “Thanks for eating lunch with me. I wasn’t sure you’d want to talk to me.” 

You shrug, avoid his gaze. Embarrassment burns on your face from that night.

“It wasn’t your fault,” You say, even though your nervousness did originate with Jason’s presence. He still did everything he could to help you relax. “You did your best, and you’re trying, so I think it’s time I gave the same effort. I want to make this work too,” You smile then stand and collect the tray. “I’ll see you later.” 

Once outside of Jason’s office, you smile softly to yourself. Maybe Jason isn’t so bad... 

. . . 

The next book he gives you is To Kill a Mockingbird. 

You shyly hang around the kitchen, wanting to talk to Jason about the book. While you know he would probably be more than willing to talk to you--he did give you the book-- something is holding you back. Finally, Alfred hands you a tray with a knowing smile. 

“I believe you have someone waiting for you.” 

You smile back and take the tray to Jason’s office. 

Like last time, Jason updates you on the war against Dent then the conversation turns to the book.

“That was just…” You shake your head. “Wow.” 

“Yeah,” Jason nods. “It’s intense.” 

“I can’t believe they actually convicted Tom Robinson,” You admit. “I was kind of hoping it was going to have a happy ending where they beat the odds but…” 

“But instead it’s a smack from reality,” Jason finishes. 

“It’s mind-boggling that people used to be like that,” You pause. “Okay, maybe not, it makes sense because racism still exists but to that extent? I mean, I’m sure it still unfortunately happens, but…” 

“It really makes you wonder about people.” 

“Yeah, it does. I actually really like reading about trials. Government is kind of… Stupid, but the judicial system is interesting.” 

“I agree that government is stupid. Too many damn politics.” 

“Good thing you’re running a kingdom,” You laugh. 

Jason sighs, shaking his head. 

“It’s so unnecessarily complicated. Yes, people are complicated in general and someone is always going to be unhappy and whatever, but I hate how much of this is based on who you know and how you know them and have you pissed them off recently.” 

“It’s a people-pleasing game.” 

“Yeah, and I hate it. Who cares if I pissed off some advisor for the Stark kingdom? It’s not my kingdom, it shouldn’t be my concern.” 

“Stark kingdom?” You ask. 

“Yeah, you know, the big flashy one out west?” Jason prompts. 

You hesitate, tempted to say that you knew exactly who Jason was talking about, but changed your mind and opted to be truthful. 

“No, I honestly have never heard of that kingdom… Or really, any of the other kingdoms you’ve mentioned.” 

“Really?” Jason asks. “But you were royalty, how did you not know about other kingdoms?” 

You shrug, shyly picking at a loose thread. 

“My mother had a very specific idea about how I should be raised. She basically raised me to be a wife,” You roll your eyes. “So I never got to know about politics in the kingdom, places outside the kingdom, how to fight, hell, it’s a miracle I can even read--” 

“Wait,” Jason interrupts. “Fighting? You don’t even know how to defend yourself?” 

“No, she just wanted me to be some helpless little princess and marry some strong rich prince,” You remark bitterly. 

Jason looks down at his desk for a moment, looking a little ashamed. Fuck, why did I run my mouth?

“I don’t mean you! I know it sounded like I did, but I promise I don’t--” 

He shrugs, waving you off. 

“I get it, that basically is what happened,” Jason admits. “But that’s bullshit. Some of the best fighters I have are women. I’m going to--” He paused, remembering how much of your life you lived against your will and rephrased himself. “Would you like to learn how to fight?” 

Your face lit up and Jason kicked himself for not offering earlier. Seeing you excited made his heart skip a beat. 

“Really?” 

“Of course,” Jason grins. “I want my wife to kick ass like the badass that she is.” 

. . . 

“Okay, so we’ll start with the basics,” Jason says, the two of you in the castle's extensive training room. “Do you know how to form a proper fist?” 

“Thumb not tucked it,” You say as you form a proper fist, one of the few pieces of information you managed to sneak from your kingdom’s general. 

“Exactly,” Jason agrees. “You’ll break your thumb if you try to tuck it. For standing, you want your dominant foot behind you, slight bend in your knees,” He demonstrates. “Your hands are up by your face, protecting you.” 

You copy his stance, protecting your face. 

“Good,” Jason praises. “This is your fighter’s guard. You always stay in this. When I say reset, you go back to your fighter’s guard. Whenever you are punching or kicking, there is always at least one hand protecting your face.”

You nod along, still holding your fighter’s guard and listening intently.  

“We’ll start with a simple jab. This punch doesn’t have a lot of power, but it’s fast and can catch your enemy off guard. Something important to know is that the power in your punches doesn’t come from your arm, it comes from your hips,” He does the punch slowly, emphasizing how his shoulders and hips move into the punch. “Why don’t you try it?” 

You punch the air, moving your shoulders and hips the same way Jason did. 

“Good, when you’re punching, don’t aim any higher than your shoulder height or you’re going to hurt yourself. Okay, so the next punch is one for power, it’s your cross,” He stands in his fighter’s guard then with his back arm, punches forward, twisting his body and pivoting his back foot. “See how I pivoted?” Jason asks, twisting his foot. “That’s where the power comes from because by pivoting, you’re twisting your hips and using your body weight as opposed to brute force. Try it.” 

You frown, trying to move your body like Jason’s, but you focus too much on the pivot that your shoulders don’t move. 

“Close, but remember to let your shoulders naturally move with your body so your torso is facing me.” 

You try again, but instead of focusing on your hips, you focus on your shoulders, causing your hips to remain stationary. 

“You’re thinking about them as two separate movements, but it’s all just one movement,” Jason steps behind you and puts his hands on your hips but feels you tense at the contact. “Is this… okay?” He asks, realizing he may have overstepped despite the fact that you two have had sex.

“No, it’s okay,” You say back, feeling tingles where he’s holding you.

“Okay, throw your cross,” As you turn your shoulders, Jason turns your hips, forcing your foot to pivot. 

“You feel that?” He mutters to you, shivers shooting down your spine at the feeling of his breath on the back of your neck. 

“Yeah,” You answer breathlessly. 

“Do it again.” 

You throw the punch again, his hands moving your hips again then  Jason moves out from behind you. You feel a little cold now that his presence behind you is gone. 

“Now do it when I’m not moving your hips.” 

You throw the cross again, your shoulders and hips moving perfectly. 

“Atta girl,” He grins. 

You can’t help but grin back. 

Jason knows you’re still not completely comfortable around him, but you’re trying. With each day, Jason can see your walls wearing down. He hopes one day you’ll fall in love with him because he thinks he may be falling for you.

. . . 

Jason walks into his office and notices a box sitting on his desk, which is odd since Alfred didn’t mention any deliveries. The packaging is plain, with no indicators of where it came from or who sent it. Jason frowns but opens the box. Inside are two books and a note: Beowulf and Grendel. 

I figured it was my turn to give you a book. Read Beowulf first then Grendel. It’s my favorite. 

Jason grins to himself, flipping open the first page of Beowulf.

. . .

You and Jason fall into a routine. Every other day, he teaches you to fight and about twice a week, you join him for lunch and discuss the latest book you sent each other. Now, you don’t hesitate to waltz into his office and have lunch with him. 

“You’re terrible!” You insist, bursting into Jason’s office with lunch. 

He looks up from the documents on his desk with a smirk. 

“So, you finished the book?” 

“‘So, you finished the book’,” You mock. “Yeah, I finished the book and it made me cry. It’s paper! It’s not allowed to do that!” 

Jason laughs, sitting back in his chair. 

“Which part?”

“Oh, I don’t know: When Ponyboy is reunited with Darry and Sodapop, when Johnny died, when Dally died, when Ponyboy almost died.” 

Jason nods along. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty brutal.” 

“But it was so good,” You grin, setting the tray down on Jason’s desk, but frown at his tied face. “You okay?” You ask. 

Jason waves you off. 

“I’ll be fine, I’m just tired.” 

You frown, rounding the desk. 

“You didn’t come to bed last night.” 

“Yeah,” Jason admits, scrubbing his face. “It was a long night. I didn’t want to wake you.” 

You feel your heart swell with affection and reach forward, running your fingers through Jason’s hair. He closes his eyes, leaning into the touch. Ever since Jason broke the invisible wall around you when it came to physical contact, you’ve started showing Jason more physical affection.

“What’s going on?” You ask. 

Jason sighs, forcing his eyes open. 

“Dent’s gone underground. We can’t find him or Bane. Rumors are flying around that they are trying to make a super-soldier army. Bane has dabbled in that in the past so the likelihood they can pull it off is alarmingly high.” 

“You’ll find him,” You reassure. “There’s only so many places he can hide.” 

“Yeah,” Jason nods in agreement. “It’s just frustrating. I hate not being able to do anything.” 

“You are doing something,” You insist, knowing how much he hates the politics surrounding his kingdom. “You’ll find Dent,” Your hand moves to rest on his cheek. 

He lifts his hand to cover yours, leaning into your touch. 

“Thank you,” He says softly, then the door opens, unannounced. 

A young man you haven’t seen before waltzed in followed closely by one of Jason’s advisors. 

“I apologize, sir,” The advisor begins. “I was unaware you had company.” 

“As I usually do during lunch,” Jason growls, standing up. 

You walk over to stand next to Jason. 

“And what lovely company you do have,” The man grins, shaking your hand then pressing a kiss to the top of it. “Billy Russo,” He introduces with a charming smile. 

“Y/N,” You smile, shyly taking your hand back from Billy. 

He winks at you. 

“Russo,” Jason greets tightly. “I see you’ve met my wife,” Jason wraps a protective arm around your waist, leveling Billy out with a deadly glare. 

“Wife?” Billy asks in surprise. “My apologies. I was unaware you were married.”

You notice Jason’s jaw is still clenched, so you lean against him, wrapping your own arm around his back and squeezing him lightly. He glares at Billy for a moment, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Billy watches with interest, quirking an eyebrow then tucks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. 

"I was informed you have a proposition for me?” 

Jason sighs, turning to you. 

“Sorry to cut lunch short--”

“Nope, go run your kingdom,” You insist then lean up and kiss him on the cheek. 

Jason looks shocked for a moment, but grins and easily kisses your head fondly. 

“Rain check?” 

“Damn right,” You grin, then walk out of the room, leaving your husband to run his kingdom, your cheeks burning with excitement. Seeing him get a little jealous and protective when Billy came in? You liked that. 

. . . 

You stretch your arm across your chest, waiting for Jason to join you on the mats. This week, you’ve been working on kicks, your favorites being the roundhouses. They’re powerful, fast, and they make you feel badass. 

Living with Jason has been...nice. At first, you were angry, reluctant, and scared, but things have been getting better. Jason admitted that he’s never really dated before and now he’s married so it’s been one hell of a learning curve. 

Between your unofficial book club and fighting lessons, you’re learning a lot about your husband, mainly that he is a gigantic dork. More importantly, you’re learning that Jason is more than the stories you’ve heard about him-- he’s caring, patient, charming, and fiercely protective. He’s incredibly smart, stubborn, and snarky. Jason sees you as an individual, as his equal and treats you as such. You’re extremely grateful for him and the independence he has effortlessly given you. 

It feels weird to have a crush on your husband, but you can feel yourself falling hard. A smile stretches across your face as you think about the lovely flowers Jason left on the dresser for you this morning. While the kingdom has kept him busy and usually gone before you’re awake, Jason still finds ways to leave things for you. You do the same for him, usually through the form of a note on his desk, or bringing him lunch on days when he’s busy with meetings. 

Your marriage is odd and developing, but you’re both making it work. 

As you’re thinking about Jason, the door opens and your husband walks in, looking exhausted. You frown at his tired face. 

“Hey,” He greets through a yawn, stretching tall. 

“Hey,” You frown. “You okay?” 

Jason pauses, rubbing his eyes for a moment. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m just tired.” 

“Maybe we shouldn’t do our fighting lesson today,” You suggest. 

“No,” Jason shakes his head. “I’m okay, really.” 

“Jason, you look dead on your feet.” 

“I’m fine,” Jason snaps, causing you to recoil, but he sighs, collecting himself. “Sorry, I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.” 

You frown, taking a step closer, running your fingers through his hair. He leans into you, closing his eyes for a moment. 

“What’s going on?” You ask. 

Jason sighs again, his shoulders slumping.

“Dent’s armies wiped out two villages last night. There weren’t any survivors.” 

You feel your heartache for those families. While Jason was a fairly ruthless general, he always prioritized keeping innocent casualties to an absolute minimum. He’s protective of his people and innocent bystanders. 

“I’m sorry,” You whisper to him, knowing the frustration building up inside him. 

“Yeah, me too,” He admits. 

“You’re doing everything you can,” You insist. 

“But it’s not enough,” Jason’s jaw clenches. “So many people died because I’m not moving fast enough. We keep trying to play this defensive strategy game instead of just hitting him where it hurts.” 

“This isn’t all on you, Jason,” You cradle his face. “Unfortunately, it’s not just your choice and you’re doing what you can.” 

“But it should be!” Jason explodes, pulling away from you to angrily pace. “People’s lives are on the line. Who the hell cares about politics?!” 

You say nothing, letting him rant. 

“This shouldn’t be a people-pleasing game! We found Dent! So now, we need to take him down! We shouldn’t be waiting!” 

“So, why are you?” You ask.

Jason’s jaw clenches. 

“We’re working with the Russo kingdom now and they’re afraid Dent actually made super soldiers so their gathering intel before making a move.”  

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing…” You point out hesitantly. 

“It is when people who had absolutely nothing to do with this are getting slaughtered!” Jason snaps. “Nobody in either of those villages were associated with this kingdom or Russo’s. They didn’t leave any survivors, not even kids,” His voice went quiet. “Between those two villages, fifty-three kids died.” 

You step toward him, grabbing Jason’s hands. 

“Those deaths are not on you,” You tell him. “You’re doing what you can. I know it’s frustrating to watch people die when you have the power to do something, but Russo is right. If Dent and Bane are working together to make super soldiers, you have to know what you and your men are walking into so you don’t have more casualties.” 

Jason sighs, looking down and playing with your fingers. He’s frustrated and feels helpless. People are dying and Jason has the resources and ability to stop it, but instead, he is restricted by politics. You know nothing you say to him will truly help, but you offer support anyways.

“I know…” He finally admits. “I know Russo is right… It’s just… Frustrating.” 

“I know it is,” You frown, pulling Jason into a hug. 

He slumps into you, pulling you close, his head on your shoulder. 

“You need to sleep, Jase.” 

“I did sleep.” 

“You didn’t get an actual good night’s sleep,” You pull away from him, forcing him to look at you. “It’s the third time this week you didn’t come to bed.” 

“There’s just...” He sighs. “A lot going on.” 

“I understand that, but you need to take care of yourself,” You cup his face with one hand, pushing a few loose strands of hair off his face. 

Jason smiles softly at you, placing his hand on top of yours. 

“How did I get lucky enough to have you as my wife?” 

You grin and shrug. 

“Looks like the odds were in your favor.”

Jason rolls his eyes but smiles and pulls you into another hug, kissing the top of your head. 

"Come on,” You say, pulling him away from the hug and toward the door. “We’re going to go take a nap.” 

“We?” Jason asks, looking a little hopeful. 

“How else am I supposed to make sure you actually sleep?” You tease, excitement building in your stomach. 

Jason grins then you two head to your bedroom and change into something comfortable. You climb into bed, then face Jason and hesitantly open your arms to him, hoping you’re not overstepping. Jason smiles then climbs into bed with you, laying against your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and down his back, feeling him relax under your touch. 

“Thank you,” Jason mutters, tightening his arms around you. 

“Of course,” You murmur back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

. . . 

Jason lunges forward but you catch his arm, bend your knees and force him to roll over your shoulder, letting gravity do the work. He hits the ground with a hard ‘oof’ and you jump on him instantly, trapping his arms under your feet. 

“That was good,” He praises. 

You shrug with a sheepish grin. 

“I have a pretty good teacher.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Jason raises his eyebrows. “Well, he can’t be that good.” 

You furrow your eyebrows. 

“What?” 

Then before you can react, Jason is hooking his arms under your legs and quickly flipping you to the ground, pinning you to the floor. 

“Because he clearly hasn’t taught you the importance of keeping your guard up,” He mutters, his chest pressed against yours. 

“Well, I guess I was a little distracted,” You respond, breathlessly, looking at Jason with a coy grin. 

When you first saw Jason, you registered him as attractive, but fear kept you from appreciating how handsome he is. Now, as you stare up at your husband, dark hair, blue eyes, flushed cheeks, and muscular shoulders, you know he’s hot. 

“Distracted you say?” Jason hums. “We can’t have that, now can we?” He asks, his eyes flickering to your lips. 

You stare at him for a moment, your chests heaving as you both catch your breath. His eyes flicker down again and he slowly begins leaning down, giving you time to pull away from him. 

Instead, you surge up, tangling one hand in his hair, pulling him down to you and connect your lips. You haven’t kissed him since you had sex with him. You were nervous and apprehensive, but now? You trust Jason completely, even with his body weight pinning you to the ground. He would never intentionally hurt you and cares deeply for you. 

You weren’t ready the first time, but now, you have never felt more confident in your life. 

Jason melts into the kiss, bracing his arms on either side of your head. Your free hand grips his shirt, pulling him even closer to you, but Jason pulls away and sits up, dragging you into his lap. 

You kiss him again, cradling his face in your hands while his hands trace up your sides. You open your mouth into the kiss, allowing Jason to slip his tongue inside, his hands running under your shirt. Breaking away, you toss your shirt over your head with a giggle while he does the same then pulls you in for another kiss. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” He breathes, his thumbs stroking your sides. 

You blush at the compliment, running your hands down his strong arms. Jason leans in again, kissing you slowly and dragging your hips against his. You grin into the kiss, pushing your hips down equally as hard. 

Jason breaks away again. 

“You sure about this?” He asks breathlessly. 

A few months ago, you would’ve been fearful of Jason hurting you, but you know the man in front of you would never lay a hand on you and will protect you at all costs. He’s stubborn and a bit of an ass sometimes, but he’s also loving and passionate. You feel your heart swell with affection for the man in front of you-- your husband. 

“I love you,” You say simply. 

Jason’s face goes blank with shock. 

“What did you say?” He whispers. 

“I love you,” You repeat without an ounce of hesitation. 

Jason stares at you for a long moment, then surges forward, kissing you deeply. One of his hands tangles in your hair, pulling you closer to him while the other wraps around your waist, your body flush against his.

“I never thought I would hear you say that,” He admits, pressing his forehead to yours. “I never thought I would hear anyone say that to me.” 

You grin, cradling his face with your hands. 

“I’m in love with you, Jason,” You repeat. 

Jason pushes your back to the ground, kissing you again. Your legs wrap around his waist as he conveys as much passion into the kiss as possible before finally breaking away and resting his forehead against yours. 

“I’m in love with you too, Y/N,” He grins. 

You pull him down for a soft kiss then Jason starts trailing kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back and impatiently pull on his shorts. 

“Are we really about to do this here?” He chuckles into your neck. 

“Hell yeah,” You grin. 

Jason grins back and kisses you again, helping you pull your sports bra over your head. 

. . . 

One round of sex eventually turned to two then three then you finally made your way upstairs only to have sex again in bed. You trace your fingers across Jason’s chest as he cards his fingers through your hair. 

The first time you had sex, it was painful and scary. You felt pressured by the kingdom and were still scared of Jason, but the second time? Well, you don’t ride horses, but damn you love to ride your husband. 

Jason wraps his arm around you and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“So, what next Mrs. Todd?” He asks. 

“Hm… I’m kind of hungry,” You admit. 

“Yeah?” Jason asks. “Me too. Sandwiches?” He offers. 

“Yeah,” You nod. “But not the cucumber ones Alfred makes. I want a ham sandwich.” 

“I’m sure we can arrange that,” Jason agrees. 

You toss back the covers and pull on a pair of shorts then steal one of Jason’s shirts. He grins at the sight of you in his shirt and pulls on a pair of sweatpants before walking over to you. 

“I like when you wear my clothes,” He whispers, pulling you in for another long kiss and slipping his hands under the shirt.  

You grin into the kiss then Jason tosses you over his shoulder. 

“Jason!” You exclaim. 

“Yeah, doll?” He asks, opening the door. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“You said you wanted a sandwich!” He starts walking down the hall. “So we’re going to the kitchen.” 

“Put me down!” You demand through laughs. 

“No can do, sweetheart.” 

You two were going to be just fine.

Thank you for reading and for everyone who left a reply! If you have any requests, let me know and I’ll see what I can do! Until then, catch me writing random inspiration that comes to mind! 

Part 3

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Hii! Can you write something about the OT3 with the prompts “You know I can’t say no to you when you make that face…” and "I want this forever" ? I love your blog ❤️

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You and James stood shoulder-to-shoulder, looking over at Sirius with wide, puppy dog eyes

“Stop it,” Sirius said, glaring back at the two of you

You just stared harder

“Stop--you two aren’t nearly as cute as you think you are!”

James titled his head, raising an eyebrow. “Well nobody’s gonna believe that, mate.”

“Yeah,” you added, “We’re cute as hell. Clearly.”

Sirius groaned, running his fingers through his perfectly messy hair. 

“Come on...  You know I can’t say no to you when you make that face…”

“That’s the point,” James said brightly

“Come on,” you took Sirius’ hands, swinging them as you smiled up at him, “Just say yes so we can get on with it...”

“Fine,” Sirius made a show of sighing, defeated, “Yes.”

“Yay!” You hugged him as James ran past him into the pantry

James came back with an armful of chocolates and Rice Krispies

“This is going to be epic!” He said, dropping them all onto the kitchen table

“Oh, don’t forget marshmallows,” you reminded him, “We need marshmallows too!”

“Explain to me again,” Sirius drawled, “why we’re doing this the Muggle way instead of using magic?”

“Because it’s more fun this way!” You said, taking the big bowl James offered you

“You gotta trust us on this, it’s way better if you do it by hand,” James agreed

And so,

The three of you made your sugary, sticky dessert

And just as you promised,

It was incredibly fun

By the end of it, all three of you were sticky with marshmallows and covered in chocolate

At one point, James got out the whip cream

So of course you had to engage in a whip cream fight

So now, the kitchen and your persons were all messy

Not that any of you minded

You, James, and Sirius were on the floor, on your backs, staring up at the ceiling and laughing, tears in your eyes

“So,” you asked, petting Sirius’ hair with your sticky hand, “what’s the verdict?”

“Okay,” he admitted, “that was fun as hell.”

“It was!” James sat up, propping himself on his elbow as he looked over at you and Sirius. He sighed dreamily. “I want this forever.”

You smiled back at him, “Me too.”

Sirius reached out and took your hand and James’ hand in his

“We’ll have this forever,” he promised, those grey eyes holding nothing but sincerity 

You nodded

“Yeah...

...we will.”

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Class Reunion -Part 6

Read part 5 here!

Summary: Sam and Dean hit up a case in a town they lived in for Sam's senior year of high school. While on a supply run, Sam runs into reader who he dated that year. Reader invites him to the class reunion. Sam is hesitant but the case leads to the reunion. SPARKS FLY BITCHES

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Sam looked at (Y/N) then back at Jared, "Well, we met during senior year. Your mom ran into me, literally."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "Pardon me. I'm wasn't used to being on the look out for anyone over six foot."

Sam smiled, "So we started talking. I planned on sticking to myself, I didn't know how long we were going to be here. But your mom wouldn't let me."

She blushed, "I don't know what it was. I just had this feeling about him. So I started dragging him to council meetings, football games, study halls. And... We became best friends... Then we became more than that. We didn't even say that we were ever dating, one night he just kissed me and that's how it started."

"I asked her to prom. Which was nerve wracking. I'd never been to a dance with someone I really really liked before. I used all the money I had to buy a suit, flowers, anything I could think of." Sam said, looking at Jared. The kid was listening intently, like this was so important that nothing else mattered.

(Y/N) sighed, "It was the best. It was magical. Like I went to dances before with my friends but never with someone that I felt for so strongly. We danced until it was over and then we went to the hotel that they were staying at and we just... Watched the stars." She smiled.

"Who's they?" Jared asked. Sam grabbed his pictures and went through the pile, pulling out the picture of his dad, Dean and himself as a baby before mom died. He handed it to Jared.

"They was my dad, John, and Dean." Sam said. His own relationship with his dad wasn't the greatest, far from anything that he wanted for Jared.

"You said your dad kinda sucked." Jared said, looking over the picture.

Sam let out a laughed, "Yeah well, dad had his reasons. I don't agree with them. But he had them."

"Why... Why didn't you know about me?" Jared asked, looking through the rest of the pictures, "Did you not want kids?"

"No, no, that's not it at all. I... I got into Stanford, I wanted to get out of hunting. Dad got mad, kicked me out, fine with me. I went to tell your mom."

Sam knocked on (Y/N)'s door. It was late and raining. Maybe he shouldn't have come. He tightened his grip on his duffle bag and went to turn around. He was about to walk off the porch back into the rain when he heard the door open.

"Sam?" (Y/N) asked and opened the door all the way, "Is everything alright?"

Sam turned back around and pressed his lips together, if he said anything he couldn't trust himself not to cry. She gave him a sad smile and pulled him into her arms. She didn't care that he was speaking wet, he need her. He gripped tight to her sweater and tried to steady himself.

After a while she pulled away and looked up at him, "C'mon, you're gonna catch a cold." She took his hand gently and brought him inside.

-

"Dad said if I was leaving...don't come back." Sam said. They were sitting in her living room. She had made him some tea and gave him some of her dad's clothes while his were in the dryer.

(Y/N) shook her head, "Your dad is gonna regret that. How could anyone toss their kid aside because he doesn't want to be in the family business?" She sat next to him on the couch. What did your brother say?"

Sam looked down at his cup, "Dean didn't say much. I don't blame him though. Last time he went against what dad said it ended bad."

"Where are you going to go?" She asked, shifting in her seat. She had felt off for the last few weeks. But she was probably just about to start that time of the month.

"I'm catching a bus tonight to Stanford. Then I'll just go from there." He said, setting the tea on the coffee table.

"You could stay here." She offered, "I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. They like you." Sam had been there perfect gentleman around her parents. Probably because of how religious they were.

"I don't know. I don't wanna cross a line." He said. She shook her head and took his hand.

"Sam, this may be the last time we get to see each other. You're going to Stanford. I applied out of state. Indulge a girl, will ya?" She smiled.

-

"The next morning, he left and a week later I learned I was having you. I wanted to tell Sam..." (Y/N) looked away from Jared, "I tried to but I didn't want to ruin his plans of success. And I shouldn't have made that decision because I didn't know how it would affect you. I'm so sorry, honey."

Jared didn't look at his mom, "I get it. I'm not mad. I just wish he was here."

"And I will be here. For as long as you want me too." Sam said, smiling softly.

Jared's eyes started to water and his body started to shake, "No you're not. You're going to erase our memories of you."

"What?" (Y/N) asked, looking at Sam.

"I heard them this morning. They're gonna leave and have their friend take our memories away." Jared cried.

"Look, the only reason we would do that is to keep you safe." Sam tried to explain.

Jared stood up, "We weren't safe before you were here. You protected us." He looked Sam right in the eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I spent my whole life without you because you didn't know me and now that you do you want to leave me. What did I do for you to hate me?!"

"I don't hate you, Jared. It's dangerous to know us." Sam said.

Jared shook his head and shouted in frustration, "JUST LEAVE THEN!" he threw the pictures in his hand at the table and ran up the stairs.

"You..." (Y/N) whispered, "You said you would stay." She shook her head, trying to hold back tears, "You lied to me." Sam tried to grab her hand but she pulled it away.

"I can't talk to you right now." She stood up and followed Jared upstairs. Dean came in shortly after, hearing all the shouting.

"Hey what the hell happened?" He asked.

Sam tried to find his words and shrugged, "I don't know. Jared heard us talking about Cass making them forget-"

"Look, Sam, thinking about it now... Maybe we shouldn't." Dean said, "We thought Claire was better off and look what happened there." He put a hand on his brother's shoulder, "I can't tell you what to do. But I think that you should consider what this would do to him." He nodded and walked out the door. Sam sighed and followed behind him.

Jared didn't leave his room for the rest of the night. His mom had sent him text messages, he didn't answer them, but they didn't need answers.

I'm so sorry about him

I thought he was going to stay

I understand if you're mad at me I don't blame you

I love you Jared.

He couldn't even look at himself. All he saw in the reflection of his broken screen was Sam and it just made his chest ache more and more. Why didn't he want to stay? Get to know him? All these years hoping that he would show up and when he does... He doesn't want anything to do with them. Covering himself in his blankets, he decided sleep was the better option that waiting for that Cass person to walk in and take any memory of Sam or Dean away from him.

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The next morning, Jared woke up feeling the same as he had last night. And he could still remember the brothers that had walked into his life. He shook his head. He didn't think Sam was this cruel, leaving him with the memory of a father he would never see again. A noisy and aching stomach made him drag himself out of bed. He made his way down the stairs and was hit by the smell of bacon and classic rock playing. He made his way into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks.

Dean was at the stove, cooking bacon in between flipping pancakes. Dean spotted him out of the corner of his eye and smiled.

"Rise and shine, kiddo. Breakfast will be ready in a minute." He winked and nodded towards the dining room. Jared, a little quicker than he would like to admit, made his way into the dining room where he saw his mom and Sam dancing by themstelf to the music. Mom was laughing as Sam spun her around and pulled her close.

(Y/N) leaned up and kissed Sam's cheek, looking out of the corner of her eye, "Well good morning, sleepy head." Sam looked at her eyeline and saw Jared standing in the threshold between kitchen and dining room. He was still in his pjs, hair ruffled, his eyes a little red from tears.

"Morning, Jared." He said nervously with a smile. Jared grinned so hard his cheeks hurt. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around his dad, squeezing tight. Sam let out a gasp as the wind was knocked out of him, he stood his ground and smiled.

"Morning, dad." Jared said into Sam's shoulder. Sam grinned and hugged Jared. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly happy with his little family. Would there be obstacles? Of course, but nothing matter except Jared.

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