#Alpha!Jensen Ackles x You

[impalaimagining]

Feral

Jensen x Reader

2,333 words

Warnings: A/B/O, pwp, smut (18+ only)

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The door creaks open, the hinges protesting against the cold, damp weather. He steps in, shoes thudding against the hardwood as he kicks them off and leaves them on the welcome mat.

Inside, the air feels different. Tense. A feeling hanging around his head, encompassing his body like a blanket. As he walks down the hall to your bedroom, at exactly the same time as the sound hits his ears, the scent hits his nose. Your breathing is labored, a whine escaping through parted lips. You’re behind a closed door despite an otherwise empty house. Lost in the desperation, on the verge of your third orgasm in just over an hour, you don’t hear the doorknob turn, don’t hear Jensen’s socked feet pad toward you, barely register the dip in the bed beside you.

And then his lips are on yours, a hungry fire behind his kisses. He’s been gone, filming halfway across the country, but now he’s home. He’s home and he’s with you and your body churns at the thought of him. You feel his hand wrap around your wrist, then slide to your hand. He closes his palm around the outside of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours around the base of the silicone dick you’ve been using in a failed attempt to sate yourself. 

Jensen moves the dildo in and out of you, twisting his wrist and changing the angle as he pumps his arm. His breath is in your ear, warm as it ghosts over your neck. Teeth scrape at your pulse point, and he can feel your heart beating in his mouth. “Fuck.” It’s the first word you’ve heard him speak since he entered the room, and it shoots straight through your body.

You whimper while your hips swivel and swirl under Jensen’s touch. The side of his index finger is wet from where it’s been rhythmically rocking against your core. You tense your thigh muscles and you grind down against the faux cock while your fingers circle your clit. Throwing your head back, you lose yourself in a leg-trembling orgasm.

Still, even as your climax sends convulsions through your lower belly and the apex of your thighs, your body is desperate. Your body is desperate for more, for another orgasm, for Jensen. And he knows it.

“Son of a bitch.” He gravels when you reach for him and pull him into a harsh kiss. As your hands find his clothes and begin tearing at them, his hand splays across your lower back and holds you tight against him, chest to chest. He peers down at you and brings his other hand to cup your jaw and you let out a pathetic half-whine of his name. “I know.” Jensen whispers against your jaw. “I know.” He moves his lips to your forehead and presses a sweet kiss to your hairline. “I knew as soon as I walked through the door.”

You’re in your heat, and apparently the candle you lit in the kitchen did nothing to disguise the scent of it from Jensen. He pulls back and your eyes meet, his pupils blown with desire. His top lip snarls up and you feel the growl radiate through his chest. “Oh fuck.” Your eyes widen as you realize what happened. 

You sent Jensen into his rut. He’s still in his boxer briefs but you can feel the rigid line of his cock straining against the fabric where it’s pressed against your hipbone. There’s a wet spot barely formed but already growing where precum is leaking from his tip.

“You have no fuckin’ idea what you just did to me.” Jensen grunts as he hovers above you.

You nod, because you are well aware of his body reacting to yours. “I…” You’re cut off by his teeth clashing with yours. The desperation you felt is doubled inside of Jensen as he reaches down and palms at his length through his underwear. In the same motion, he hooks his thumb into the waistband and shoves the garment down his thighs. Before you can think, you’re under him, his hips wedged between your thighs.

“The way you smell,” Jensen noses along your jawline, “the way you sound,” he nips the skin just under your ear, “the way you taste.” Jensen’s tongue trails down the side of your neck until he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder. “The way you feel under my fingers, under my tongue, around me…” He pushes his forearm under the small of your back and draws your hips closer to his. “It’s so fucking…” An exasperated groan leaves his lips. You’re clouding his mind, overtaking his every thought. “You’re fucking intoxicating.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it, using exactly that word. You get him buzzed. His eyes glaze over, his head starts to spin. You’re his one-too-many at a dive bar. He knows he should stop, but he never does.

You arch your back up into him, the roll of your body pulling him back to reality. Jensen’s lips are everywhere all at once. He’s surrounding you, pinning you down with his hips. Your head tips back, leaning to the right and exposing your sensitive neck to him. Jensen takes his cue and attaches his lips to your pulse, sucking and nipping at your skin. You moan his name, setting a new fire within him.

It takes everything he has, but Jensen pulls himself away from you. He looks down at you, and you meet his gaze. Then Jensen’s eyes move down your body to where your pelvis is connected to his. His eyes find yours again, and you give him a solid, singular nod.

“Out loud.” He coerces. 

“Please, Jensen.” You nod again, but it’s not the answer he wants. “I want this, Jensen.” You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

Something snaps inside of him, the flip of his control switch, and it’s like he’s gone rabid. He grabs your hips with hands that forever have you confused. They’re rough, but soft to the touch. Calloused and worn, but gentle. And they fit perfect over your hip bones. His fingertips bruise your flesh as Jensen continues to restrain himself - barely. He pulls his hips back and lines himself up as your thighs fall farther apart. 

Slowly, but in one swift motion, Jensen pushes his length inside of you. Despite the warm-up you’ve had in your alone time, Jensen stretches you. He’s long, but he’s also thick, and the feeling of him pushing you to your limit is delicious. As soon as he’s fully sheathed, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re ready to scream.

You need him.

Jensen thrusts, slowly at first, but then his pace builds. He becomes erratic, and you’re growing frantic. Your head thrashes from side to side while your nails dig into his shoulders, his triceps, down his sides and back. You can feel his muscles moving under your fingertips.

“Close.” He manages through gritted teeth.

“Please.” You’re shameless, unabashedly begging him to slam into you harder, faster, deeper. And he’s happy to oblige. The sound of Jensen’s skin slapping against the inside of your thighs echoes around the room. You cry out wildly, stretching up and digging your teeth into Jensen’s bicep to keep yourself quiet. He reaches up and twists his fingers into your hair, jerking your head backwards so you’re looking up at him.

“Y’ready?” He grunts low in your ear, and you nod quickly.

“Please.” You roll your hips to match his thrusts, his rhythm gone, lost to his desperation. He forces the full weight of his body down into you, and with one final thrust, he swells and locks himself inside of you. You gasp and let out a muffled scream into the crook of Jensen’s neck as the two of you ride out your highs. 

After a few long minutes, Jensen’s chest heaves with labored breaths as he falls beside you. You’re left writhing on the sheets, whining at the loss of him inside of you. Jensen’s fingers trail lightly over your stomach, your muscles fluttering under his touch as you smile. 

“I love you.” You exhale, voice still shaky. “I,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “have been waiting all day for that.”

“I know you have.” He smirks, then clears his throat. “I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Jensen throws his legs over the edge of the bed and makes his way to the kitchen. You lay in bed until you hear the refrigerator door squeak open. Then you swing your legs off the side of the bed, find his discarded Henley, and pad toward Jensen.

You step into the kitchen and stand behind him at the island in the center of the room. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean your head against his back between his shoulder blades. Jensen hums as you press a kiss to his freckled skin, dragging your lips across his muscles. He drops his head and closes his eyes, a small groan catching in the back of his throat.

“Hmm?” The sound leaves your lips and vibrates off of Jensen’s back. He turns around and grabs you around the waist. Jensen spins the two of you so your back is pressed against the edge of the countertop. You reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you for a kiss.

“Again.” He mutters against your lips, and you bite his bottom lip as you nod your agreement. Jensen spins you around and lifts the hem of his shirt from your left hip. You reach down and fully discard the garment, crossing your arms across your chest and ripping it up over your head before tossing it onto the floor. Jensen’s lips instantly find your shoulder, his chest pressed against your back. As Jensen’s kisses flutter across your shoulder blade, the scruff on his face scratches at your skin. He scrapes his teeth along the ball of your shoulder and grabs a handful of your ass. 

Instinctively, you bend over, pulling yourself away from his mouth. His fingers trace the line of your spine, sending goosebumps crawling across your skin and a shiver through your body. Within a second, his gentleness is gone, replaced by wild desire. His hand wraps around your hair and yanks your head backwards while the other hand is firmly planted around your hip. You feel the prodding of his cock against your entrance.

Jensen slides into you, your body ready and waiting for him, drawing him in deeper. You clench around him as the front of his thighs meet the globes of your ass. He’s seated fully inside of you, but it’s not enough; you both need more.

Jensen draws back and begins his methodical movement. Your chest is pressed against the countertops, your nipples hard against the cold granite. You reach down and grip the edges as Jensen’s thrusts grow harder, slamming into you. He’s relentless, his hips slapping against your ass. You feel the warmth pooling between your legs, creeping down your thighs and into your feet.

Releasing the countertop, one of your hands travels to the apex of your thighs and you trace circles over your clit. Jensen tugs on your hair, still wrapped tightly in his fist. He continues rutting into you until your knees buckle and a wave of pleasure rocks through you. Jensen catches you when your legs give out, picking you up and sitting you on the countertop. He fucks into you again without hesitation. 

Wrapping your legs around Jensen’s hips, you urge him deeper into you, let him find the pace and angle that gives him the most pleasure. You lean back as Jensen looks down, watching his dick slide in and out of you. The sight of your bodies connected sends him careening toward the edge. As he pistons his hips recklessly, you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck, attaching your lips to his. The two of you kiss until you’re breathless, panting as he desperately clings to what’s left of his stamina.

Jensen feels the base of his cock swelling, and he knows you need him to knot you as badly as he needs to do it. He leans his forehead on your collarbone and grips your thigh as he empties himself into you. You gasp and cry out as he fills you, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. He breathes deeply, bringing himself down until he can slowly back out of you.

“Shower.” Jensen huffs, and you giggle and nod, sliding off the counter and taking Jensen’s hand as he guides you into the bathroom. He turns the water on and lets it warm up as your eyes linger on him. Once steam is filling the room, Jensen steps back and ushers you into the shower before stepping in behind you and closing the door.

As water cascades down Jensen’s back, you watch him with eyes filled with adoration. You find every freckle on his tanned skin, counting them like you haven’t done it hundreds of times already. He runs his fingers back through his hair and you smile at him when he turns around to face you. As your lips curl upward, Jensen’s eyes open and meet yours, then fall to your mouth. Within seconds, he’s backing you against the wall and cupping your jaw in his hands.

His lips mold with yours, slotting perfectly together before he pulls away and pulls at your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. He exposes your bottom teeth before his thumb breeches your barely parted lips. Jensen looks down at you as he tilts your head up to meet his stare, and you can see his eyes darken when you seal your lips around his finger.

All you need is Jensen. Your Alpha. And now that you finally have him, you feel at peace - sated, even. But he isn’t. Jensen is just getting started.

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If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 14 (Final Chapter)

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

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

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

Word Count: 2468

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just needed to let go. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Donno shot you!” 

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

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

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To The Victor Chapter Three - Can't Be Claimed

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

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

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

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

Chapter Three: Can't Be Claimed

Word Count: 3348

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

God, she’s so cold!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you giving her?”

“Botox.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“’Mega?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Manhattan.”

“You ever been to the windy city?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why don’t you move here with me?”

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

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

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

She leveled her gaze, “Yours does.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t say that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Never? No boyfriend ever?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

She rolled her eyes, “Shut up.”

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

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

“Hell, why not!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Spring in Fall

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

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Scent Bond for @jacklesversebingo

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

Word Count: 2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then why was he so on edge?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you smell that?” Jensen asked.

“Smell what?” Rich asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve never been more ready, Alpha.”

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[holylulusworld]

Kinktober 2022

Just like in 2019, 2020 & 2021 I am going to post a kinky, fluffy or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st 2022.

All upcoming stories got added now.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until release date.). The release date may change.

All stories contain smut, gore or horror elements. Please head the individual warnings for this event!!!

FANTASY/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Irresistible Scent

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Kink: Marking kink

October 2nd: Revenge served cold

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Cuckolding

October 3rd: Like Hell

Pairing: Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader

Kink: A/B/O

A/N: requested

October 4th: Dance for me

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Stripper!Reader

Kink: Cock warming

October 5th: Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

October 6th: Mr. Orgasm (1) - Wrong Turn (Mr. Orgasm)

Pairing: Cultleader!Jensen Ackles x Author!Reader

Kink: Sex Cult

October 7th: Molded to perfection

Pairing: Steve Rogers x SextoyDesigner!Reader

Kink: big dick fetish

October 8th: Always daddy’s good girl sequel to Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Daddy kink

October 9th: Best costume ever sequel to Is that a costume? & Where is your costume

Pairing: Wolverine x fem!Reader

Kink: Ripped clothes fetish

October 10th: Her concubines

Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam

Kink: Feather play

October 11th: His favorite

Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader

Kink: Public sex

October 12th: Too much

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Kink: Cunnilingus + overstimulation + facesitting and a hint of beard burn

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​​

October 13th: Bearded Beast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Beard fetish 😈

October 14th: Asgardian Possession

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior/possession

A/N: idea by anon

October 15th: Her big bear

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Kink: Size kink

October 16th: Got milk?

Pairing: TFatWs!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!Reader

Kink: lactation kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​​

October 17th: Perfect ending sequel to New Discoveries & Greenest Green

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader

Kink: Roleplay

October 18th: Put it there

Pairing: Stucky x fem!Reader

Kink: Strap-ons

October 19th: Tight places - sequel to Cramped

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 20th: Dad Jokes

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Dirty Talk

October 21th: Enemy Mine

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Exhibitionism (implied)

October 22nd: The strongest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Strength kink

October 23rd: Mustache Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Kink: Gunplay

October 24th: You, me, and your hands tonight 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Quorofilia / Hand Fetish

October 25th: Normal, not boring

Pairing: Endgame!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x TfatWs!Bucky Barnes

Kink: Breeding kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1 & anon (Bucky)

October 26th: The gigolo

Pairing: Escort!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Kink: Paid sex

October 27th: Scavenger hunt

Pairing: Winchesters x fem!Reader (Dean, Sam, John, not Wincest)

Kink: unuasual sex toys & foursome

A/N: idea by @moosekateer13​

October 28th: Weather Goddess 

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader (X-Men)

Kink: Hyperspermia & Cum fetish

October 29th: Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: daydreams

October 30th: Praise me like you should

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Kink: Praise kink & dirty talk

A/N: idea by anon

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: His prey

Pairing: Nomad!SteveRogers x Innocent!Reader

Kink: stalking

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​

October 31st: Carved

Pairing: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader; Sam x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Knife play

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

#kinktober 2022 #multifandom writer #supernatural #marvel #smut #the walking dead #demon!dean #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #a/b/o #kink festival #lee bodecker #sam wilson #stucky x reader #Jensen Ackles #john winchester

[kickingitwithkirk]

Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2161

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, outdated beliefs, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy, subgender inequality

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

Square filled: Non-traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo Maid Au @spnaubingo

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

A/N III: thank you to everyone for hanging in there since it’s taken me ages to drop a new character, I’ve been doing rewrites/updating on all my series, more to come in future.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway​​​​​​

*images found online

Part IV

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“DON'T YA’ BE YELLING AT ME, MR. MAN, EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING HOUSE…”

“I gotta go,” tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jared, wearing his blessed socks, runs across the main room and slides on the hardwood floor into the kitchen and saw his husband standing three feet from Quinn as she’s vigorously gesturing with a paring knife while telling him off in her colorful language.

“Put the knife down!” The older Alpha’s voice resonates through the room, making Jared flinch, feeling the command’s power, watching Quinn set it on the counter and Jensen reach over, sliding it towards him.

She stood a bit longer before blinking in confusion, and then her demeanor shifted to madder than a wet hen, her natural lower voice dropped another octave, and the lilt became very pronounced. “Don’t ya’ ever use that fucking voice on me again!” 

“You were threatening me with a knife!” Jensen picks up the item, making her laugh, “Holy fucking shit, are ya’ serious? Ya’ could barely use it for a toothpick, let alone...” 

Jared stood there, mouth hanging open, have’n seen others take on his mate, wrongfully assuming he’d be the easier of the two to intimidate, but when let off its leash, Jensen's wolf made Dean Winchester look like a pussy cat.

“JARED!”

The younger Alpha's mouth snapped shut, “sorry, what?”

“I asked you what the surrogate is doing here?”

“The surrogate has a name.” 

 “What is Quinn doing here?”

 “So..uh..okay,” Jared slowly starts around the island doing his sometimes awkward, hesitant thing.  “A few days ago, I got a call from this number I didn’t recognize. It was about the ultrasound appointment scheduled while you were in LA.” 

He paused to see if Jensen remembered, and yep, his mate was wearing his get to the fucking point expression.

“They informed me she’d canceled it because she was leaving town.” 

Jensen's attention returned to the O, ”Don’t fucking start on me again, Ackles!”

“You know who I am?” 

“Duh, Sherlock!” 

Jensen would later try to justify it was jet lag and surprise finding their surrogate in their home, not her smart-ass mouth, for snarling at her.

“Och, save it for the cameras, drama queen. Ya’ put pants on just like the rest of us; the only difference is yours have designer labels.”

Jared interrupted the speeding downhill faster than an Olympic bobsledder situation, “I remembered her saying something about managing Mulroney’s Bookstore, so I called Clif to see if he’d get her to contact me and calls back saying some Alpha...” 

“...who’s a flaming jackass!”

“Yeah, that’s what Clif called him. Anyways, he claimed to be the manager and had no idea where she was when another employee said they knew where she was living...”

“... that’s when ya’ boy shows up..”

“…I explained about the mixup...”

“…Padalecki followed me to my room to get the new date, then he caused a scene...”

“...I couldn’t help my wolf freaking out at where my..our pups were living...”

“…told ya’ it was there or the I-35 underpass!”

Jared bristled at the reminder, “The door had three locks, a barely functional heater, and a broken fridge. Cockroaches wouldn’t even live there!”

Quinn raises onto the balls of her feet and loudly reminds him about putting her in the shitter with the manager and getting fired when Jared shouts back in his booming voice, “there was a guy by the ice machine offering to sell me heroin!!”

“ENOUGH!” Jensen's Alpha voice echoes throughout the kitchen, quieting them both.

“She’s right,” Jared opened his mouth to retort, but Jensen countered with, “And so are you. Quinn, couldn’t your family help,” the Alphas wrinkled their noses at her souring scent, so he attempted another approach. 

“I want to clear something up. I recall one of the stipulations for surrogates is that they reside in an appropriate domicile. Why were you living in a motel? Could you tell us what happened?”

“The flaming jackass tipped off the landlord I’m an O, and that fucker evicted me even though I never caused any problem or was late with rent.”

“There is a moratorium on evictions..”

“..that moratorium is a fucking joke!”  

“What a minute,” Jensen said, and at the same time, Jared remarked, “It protects people...”

“Newsflash, Mr. Wizard, was created by and for the protection of Alphas and Betas! Take a hot minute to read the fine print, and you’ll find loopholes granting landlords, to quote, discretionary privileges pertaining to the eviction of those designated with the sub-gender Omega. In other words, they can boot O’s for any damn reason!” She gave the Alphas a hard stare, “So, enlighten me as to why y’all didn’t know a fucking thing about that bit?”

The kitchen got quiet as the Alphas glanced at each other, trying to find a non-assholey-sounding response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; since it’s well known you two prefer Betas.” Quinn addressed the older Alpha.

“Padalecki and I have an arrangement. I keep the house and do meals in exchange for temporary boarding. No need to fret that pretty head of yours, Ackles; I’ll do me damnedest to stay outta the way."

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December 23rd                                                                                                   Late Afternoon

Quinn heard Jensen’s surprised greeting covering the stewpot of goulash, slid it into the oven to stay warm, and peeked around the wall and saw him in the foyer hugging a small, older O, then a tall, bald Alpha carrying several bags crossed over to them.

“Let me help you with those, sir,” she offered, taking them couldn’t help but overhear his not-subtle sniff, “Jensen, who’s this?”

“Umm,” Jensen scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for a response, “this is the housekeeper, Quinn.”  His mother-in-law peered inquisitively at the tall Omega before asking, “What happened to your boys' service?”

“I worked for it.”

Gerald Padalecki dubiously eyed the O up and down as she continued. “They pared down the staff, and Jared offered to retain me in exchange for lodging...”

“You live with them?” Gerald barked, “Jensen, that’s unwise considering...”

“Considering what Gerry,” his mate sharply asks, “the boys wouldn’t let someone stay they couldn’t trust.”

 “I normally wouldn’t question their judgment, but she's an unmated O.”

“Whoa,’ Jensen jumped in, “are you suggesting that Jared or I...” 

“Mama..daddy..what’re y’all doing here?” Jared couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, wrapping his long arms around his mother, “thought you were coming tomorrow.” 

“We decided to surprise you but got it instead.” Gerald’s gruff reply made Jared throw his husband a confused look, catching a whiff of his dad and Jensen, “What’s going on?”

“I bet y’all would like to freshen up after your trip.” Quinn blurted out, “Jensen, would you help me with their luggage, please.”

Taking the car keys, he follows her out the door, remarking, “you think fast, coming up with that story.”

“Ya’ were about to lose ya' shit on your father-in-law, and I didn’t precisely fib, just moved a few facts around,” Quinn shoots back, grabbing a bag while Jensen, fuming, retrieves the other, following her to the guest house.

How could the Alpha he considered his father even think, after everything they’d been through, found his dark thoughts distracted by two simultaneous acts; a deflating blow-up bed and his bewildered husband storming in shouting, “What the fuck was that?”

Jensen ticked his head towards the O and made the finger-in-hole gesture.

 “I’ve gotten that shit since I presented,” the pair look towards Quinn with confused expressions. “Loads of Alphas still carry antiquated beliefs about unmated O’s, and I’m…pick an adjective to fill in the blank.”

“So much for a peaceful holiday,” Jensen grumbled.

“Yeah, too bad ya’ boy stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, right?” Quinn's tone was caustic. “I don’t want to be a bone of contention with ya' family. I’ll figure somewhere else to stay.”

Jared’s wolf simmers under his skin, “How? You have $636.96 in your account. That won’t cover a security deposit, let alone fir..” 

“How the fuck ya’ know what’s in my account?!”

“Your laptop was open...”

“...and ya’ snooped...”

“...I happened to see it...”

“...still not your fucking problem...”

“...you’re carrying my..our pups, that makes it my fucking..”

“...ya’ are the most unfucking...”

“I’m tired of y’alls motherfucking bitching, so shut the fuck up!!” 

Jensen wrinkles his nose, “Dude, dial it down; you’re stinking up the joint! And Quinn, Jared screwed up...”

“I never asked...”

“...doesn’t matter! He's trying to make amends, for fuck sake!” Jensen felt the vein in his left temple throbbing again.

“There will be many people dropping in or staying with us this fucking week, and this is how we’re all going to handle our situation.”

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January 15th

“Humph,” Jensen jerked awake, slapping a hand around, and found his phone before cracking an eye open.

7:18 A.M.

Groaning, he dropped face-first into his pillow and wrestled his mates over his head to muffle the noise, but the pearls of his pup's laughter signaled he wouldn’t sleep much longer.

His fuzzy brain's insistence that coffee was more imperative than a shower has Jensen sleepily shuffling around the oversized couches, once again grateful they’d decided to move their bedroom to the main floor, spots the group in the kitchen muttered too damn early.

“That’s a bad word, Daddy,” JJ says, her frown a replica of his, “you owe the swear jar.”

“Your right, Birdie, sorry,” dropping a kiss on top of her and the twins' heads, stepping around them, pouring himself a mug, “remind me to pay it later.” 

Hopping up on the counter, Jensen sips his coffee, savoring the black elixir rolling over his taste buds; he feels the caffeine penetrate his system, working its magic to turn his morning grumpyass into a civilized human watching his brood.

JJ and Arrow are busily festooning Quinn’s long, wonky braided hair with ribbons. Zeppelin and Icarus are sitting on the O’s lap, watching something on his iPad that's precariously balanced against her feet; felt his wolf purr in contentment, starting him when his mate materializes and gives him an odd look.

“Alright, y’all,” hopping off the counter, Jensen scoops up his son and flies him around, making airplane sounds, “Uncle Jeff and Aunt H/W/N will be here soon. What do all of you need to do before going?”

“Brush teeth and hair,” Arrow says, then looks at JJ, “grab our snacks from the fridge,” she reminds her, “and put them into our backpacks.” 

“And do bath break!” Zep giggles as Jensen hands the pup to his mate and quietly says, “I wanna discuss something with Quinn.”

Jared reaches through their bond and finds a placidity in Jensen he hasn’t had for so long, but before he can deduce the causation, he gets distracted by the twins' squeals and escorts the pups upstairs. 

Quinn eyes the older Alpha while securing a hair tie around her long braids, “what the fuck I do this time, Ackles?”

“Jared mentioned something about your leaving..”

“...I know ya' expected me gone before now...”

 “...ya’ know what I expect?” Jensen snaps, mimicking her subtle accent, “I expect you to stop interrupting and let me get something out for fucking once! Now, could we please discuss this without fighting?”

Sitting at the dining room table, she says nothing, watching Jensen refill his coffee, grab another mug, and drops in a spoon of honey before pouring the brewed tea from the kettle, “Ya’ know how I take me tea?”

“I’m not a completely unobservant asshole,” Jensen self-deprecates, “you make a damn good cup of coffee,” he said, carrying both mugs over. “And I’m astonished how you balance everything, working at Emmer and Rye while keeping up with our hectic schedules. And what did you do to Jared?” Quinn looked confused, “you got him to put his wet clothes in the laundry instead of leaving them all over the bath. You’re either a witch or a goddamn miracle worker!”

“I gave him two options. Leave’um in the laundry or find itching powder in his clothing.”

“He’d just borrow my stuff...”

“...he did, once.” 

“So, you?

“Clif said ya’ boy spent the day denying it was jock itch.” 

Jensen was still laughing when the quartet came back downstairs, so Quinn placed both forearms on the table, leaning forward, and spoke softly, “okay, Ackles, the fucks going on with this little tête-à-tête? Cause ya’ been freaked the fuck out the entire time, so,” nodding to her mug, “What’s with the buttering up?”

“It’s about not leaving...”

“Quinns not gonna leave?” Jensen whipped around to find Arrow bouncing excitedly beside him, then she suddenly raced towards the front door, yelling, “Papa Jared, Daddy’s got Quinn to stay with us!”  

Jared stood there scrutinizing the seated duo with an indecipherable expression.

“Looks like ya’ the one dropping me in the shitter this time, Ackles.”

tbc

Part V

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Sam/Jared:  @idreamofplaid Dean/Jensen:  @thoughts-and-funnies  @stoneyggirl2  @akshi8278  @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl @siospins2

GFA: @babypink224221 @waywardjoy @let-me-luve-you @all-4-wincest @ladysparkles78

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[trektraveler]

A Writer's Review.... Promised by jawritter

I am a writer. I was born to be one, its my joy and my torment. And it is my honor.

I find new and utterly fantasic stories here daily and I am honored to be a contributing member of the writing community! Each and every one of these authors is a gem. They selfelessly share their intricate worlds with us so that we can escape! It is a public service and vital to my personal well-being. There are not words to express my gratitude.... but that doesn't mean I won't still try to find some!

As writers, we read. Even more than we write. So... what do we read? Here is an in-depth review of one of my favorites! Along with a few other recommendations. I intend to post reviews regularly. I've got quite a list of stories I adore, but I'm always lookig for more! So please share this review and send a few reccomendations my way! Tag your own stories, tag other people... I don't want to miss any of them! Thank you all and share the love!!

Story Name: Promised

Author: jawritter

Character Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!reader

Length: 10 Chapters, 25,084 words total

Story Type: Series - ABO, AU Real life, Mob dynamics, Age gap

Author’s Description: In a world where your presentation can be a blessing or a curse, a newly presented Omega will come face to face with the harsh reality of Alphas, Omegas, and pack alliances that are expected to be upheld with the union of your two families.

Warnings:  ABO dynamics! Smut, unprotected smut, knotting, claiming, mating, heat, rut, language, overly protective Jensen, age gap! 19-year-old reader, 41-year-old Jensen, virgin reader, loss of virginity, sort of an arranged marriage, hint at possible mob type settings.

My Two Cents:  They say you never forget your first, and that is certainly the case for me!  This absolute gem of a story was my introduction to the world of ABO fan fiction (aka Alpha/Beta/Omega) and I’ve been hooked ever since!  This may be in part to the perspective of the reader, who is a novice.  Young and naïve to the world in general as well as to the complex dynamics between Alphas and Omegas.  This allowed me to discover and understand this unique concept at the same pace the reader did. 

Our dear author is truly a master at quickly establishing the relationship bonds between the main characters and their prospective families and friends.  I greatly appreciate this quality in a story.  Background information is crucial in a well-developed character but can be clunky when not handled with finesse.  Here, those relationships are woven in seamlessly to the over-all plot but never weigh the story down.  Bravo!

Another highlight are the physical descriptions.  Anyone who knows Jensen Ackles from his work, can easily imagine him in a reader insert story. 

That is, after all, why we are all here! 

Yet this story is filled with vivid details that even I hadn’t thought of in my wildest daydreams!  There is a visceral warmth to this version of Jensen that I find beyond appealing.  I find myself rereading this story most often when I am feeling uncertain in my life.  When I need to feel that someone strong is in charge, so I don’t have to be, Alpha Jensen has me. 

Favorite Chapter: Chapter Nine. Here we get to see Jensen let loose his primal Alpha instincts that he’s kept under careful control up until this point.  And its glorious!  It has the best elements of how vicious Demon Dean could be and focused it in a powerful man who is willing to do anything in defense of his mate.  Fantastic!  He’s desperate and he’s truly dangerous in this chapter.  And I am here for it! Favorite Line: “You know, before I came here tonight with Y/n I promised her something…. I promised her I would protect her. You made me break that promise.. I don’t appreciate that. I’ll be spending the rest of my life making it up to her….”  “I told her if you tried anything I’d rip your throat out….. With my teeth…”

Jensen’s vision went red, All he saw was red… 

Why I Love it:  It’s the perfect length.  I read one shots and they have their place, but I always find myself wanting more of that world!  But let’s face it, some series’ (although awesome!) are long, and that’s a commitment.  I don’t always have the luxury of time, this length strikes just the right balance.  I get Jensen in a protective but not possessive role.  I get a naïve reader who is innocent but not spineless.  I get steamy sex scenes.  I get an interesting but not over-bearing mob dynamic.  There is plenty of threat but not much violence, which is a nice change up. 

Mood I’m in When I Read it– I’m a strong person, but there are times when I need someone else to be strong.  I need to be comforted.  I need to believe in love and escape.  And when I am feeling over-whelmed, I often come here and let Alpha Jensen take the reins for a while.  He does a great job!

I Want More! : If you loved this as much as I did, here are some other stand-out stories that you might enjoy… Feral @jawritter Can We Fix Us @jawritter If Its Meant to Be (Alpha Beau x Omega Reader) @jawritter Unleashed @supersleepygoat Reasons @merethehunter Feral @luci-in-trenchcoats The Things We Don’t Believe In (Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader) @thecleverdame

#supernatural fanfiction #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!sam winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean x y/n #sam x you #sam winchester x reader #fic recommendation #reviews #spn fanfiction

[princessmisery666]

PM666Reads - Fic Recs - March 2023

March was a bit of a shit show. I won’t get into the specifics but I didn’t read as much as I’d have liked. I have also tried to create this post 3 times and dumblr deleted the whole thing so here goes nothing. 

Thank you to all the authors who shared their works and helped me escape for a while.

Fic Title - Author - Summary & warnings (if any) copied from author original post.

Dean Winchester

💟All Out of Options - @julesthequirky - Warnings: Angst

💟Run To You (Chapter 12) - @deanwinchesterswitch - The pair are a filthy, sweaty mess. Kasey surprises Dean with an unexpected gift. Warnings: Language; Here, there be smut; and lots of it.

💟Rumors (series) - @deanwinchesterswitch - Fear and anger forced them apart. Pain and regret kept them separated. An opportunity arises to repair the damage when a well-meaning friend pushes them into a reunion. Yet, rumors threaten to tear them apart for good. Warnings: 18+ Angst; Some fluff; Dean being Dean; Language; Mentions of smut; Mentions of sex work (nothing detailed); Canon divergence. Parts 3 and 4 contain descriptions of high emotional distress; possible triggers.

💟Use Me - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - You'll do anything to make Dean's nightmares go away. Warnings/Explicit 18+: Bit of smut, mostly angst, so - smangst. Nothing too crazy. Implied, future smut, nakedness, featuring Dean's mouth. 

💟Even Better Than Pie - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Y/N knows just how to make Dean smile. Warnings: None really. Kissing. Implied smut. Smidge of angst. Pretty much, all fluff.

💟Catch Me - @justagirlinafandomworld - Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Arms by Christina Perri

Bucky Barnes

💟And The World Shifted - @girl-next-door-writes - Panic attacks are terrifying, even if you are a 100 year old super soldier. Luckily for Bucky, he doesn’t have to deal with them alone. 

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

💟Exile - @writercole - Warnings: Very angsty. Breakup.

Sam Winchester + Dean Winchester (no wincest)

💟Tattered: Growing Pains (ongoing series) - @stusbunker -  Warnings, etc: Dean has discovered he’s into her being pregnant. Sam and Dean tag-team smut. Oral, knotting, there’s lots of bodily fluids, but also a bath tub. Breeding kink, possessive and jealous Alphas. Nesting, pregnancy problems.

Jensen Ackles 

💟Dominion - @deanwinchesterswitch - image drabble

Dragon Age

💟When All Else Fades (AO3) - @slytherkins - "Hawke's gone. I'm so sorry."No matter how many times he read those words, Fenris refused to believe it. Hawke might be gone, but Hawke wasn't dead. Despite the pity in the eyes of everyone he turned to for help, Fenris could feel it. Hawke was alive, and Fenris was determined to save him.Which left him no choice but to turn to the one man he knew would understand, who might help. Too bad he fucking hated Anders. And the feeling was mutual.

Supernatural x Good Omens

💟Untitled - @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover - So I want a fanfic crossover. Supernatural and Good Omens. Good omens Gabriel is scaring Sam Winchester shitless. So Spn Gabriel fights the snobbie bastard

Sam Winchester

💟Half Timing, Half Luck - @justagirlinafandomworld - Soulmate AU where the first words you speak to your soulmate are tattooed on their body.

#PM666Reads #fic recs #supernatural #dragon age #good omens #top gun #top gun maverick #fic rec #read these

[writethelifeyouwant]

Bad Reputation | Part 2 - Jenneel x OFC Mini Series

Summary: When Yaz starts as a freshman at the same college that her older twin step-siblings –Danneel and Jensen– are attending, she quickly takes advantage of all the benefits that living away from home offers; chiefly, that she can now sleep with as many alphas as she wants, and her family can’t do anything to stop her. But when the twins’ friend, Jared, reveals that he fucked their step-sister and she’s starting to develop a bit of a reputation on campus, Jensen and Danneel decide it’s time they teach Yaz a lesson.

Pairing: Alpha!Danneel x Alpha!Jensen || Alpha!Danneel x Omega!Yaz x Alpha!Jensen Rating: 18+ Warnings: Sibling Incest / Non-consensual Step-Sibling Incest Tags: Alpha!Danneel, Alpha!Jensen, Danneel and Jensen are twins, Alpha!Jared, Omega!Yaz, Dark!Danneel, Dark!Jensen, catfishing, manipulation, sexting, incestuous awakenings, mutual masturbation, orgasms, orgasm denial Word Count: 4.5k Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Possessive Alpha | @supernatural-jackles TMASB - Jensen Ackles | @anyfandomdarkbingo - Incest

A/N: This fic is a personalised commission for @unfortunate-brat! If you’d like me to write you something to make all your dirty fantasies come true – send me a message!

Mini Series Masterlist

Yaz heard her phone chime in her backpack and dug into the front pocket to pull it out. Her face immediately split into a wide smile when she saw the UMatch notification. She’s been texting a new alpha via the app recently, and he was unbelievably hot. Well, his body was at least, they hadn’t swapped face pics or arranged a time to meet up yet. Yaz had a good feeling about this one though, and with her heat coming up, she was really hoping she could convince him to bunk down with her for it. 

AlphaDJ: Hey baby girl, whatcha doin?

‘Baby girl’ probably would have been presumptuous in any other situation, it wasn’t something you usually called a sexting buddy you’d only been talking to for a couple weeks but Yaz loved it. The nickname made her insides go all gooey every time she read it. In her head, DJ had a soft, gravely voice but she didn’t know for sure, because he never spoke on any of the videos they’d exchanged. 

His message was casual, something that could very easily just be an opening for a regular chat, but that wasn’t Yaz’s M.O. and DJ knew it. Looking around the dining table she was sitting at with her friends, Yaz quickly typed out a reply and put her phone in her lap, expecting DJ to text back quickly. 

OmegaBB: Just at dinner with friends, wbu?

There was barely a wait before DJ’s response came through. 

AlphaDJ: Touchin my dick lookin at those videos you sent last week

Yaz felt her cheeks flush hotly when she read the message, quickly checking that none of her friends were paying attention before she allowed herself a small giggle of excitement, trying to think of something sexy to say in response. But before she could reply, another message from DJ popped up. 

AlphaDJ: Think you could give me some new inspiration? 

A surge of arousal shot through her core as Yaz contemplated how she could play this. Normally, she’d want to be a brat about it, tease him and make DJ work for it a little, but to be honest she was pretty horny herself, and the idea of going back to her dorm and throwing on some cute lingerie to touch herself in sounded pretty great. 

OmegaBB: Sure thing 😉 as soon as I’m done here I’ll head back to my dorm 

OmegaBB: I got myself a little present last weekend that I think you might like 😏

AlphaDJ: No. Now. 

OmegaBB: Wow bossy much?

AlphaDJ: Well, I am the alpha here. Don’t you want to make your alpha happy baby girl?

A wave of conflicting emotions shot through Yaz as she read DJ’s message. His presumptuousness made her want to refuse everything he was asking for and play the cocktease, but the omega inside her was mewling, wanting to bend to the alpha’s will. She was annoyed at herself for actually finding his cocky, entitled attitude to be a turn on, but she couldn’t deny that she was attracted to someone who was confident taking control.

Her phone chimed again as she considered her options. 

AlphaDJ: C’mon baby girl, I don’t like to be kept waiting 

AlphaDJ: Look how hard this cock is for you already

Yaz practically whimpered when she opened the picture DJ had sent. His cock was lying against his stomach, hard as a rock, and leaking precum from the dark red tip, which was pooling enticingly on his incredibly defined abs. Feeling a stab of bravery, she pushed down the parts of herself that were longing to submit and shot back a bratty reply instead. 

OmegaBB: Wow, that looks a little painful, you should get someone to help you out with that

While Yaz waited for DJ’s answer, her whole body singing in trepidation, she began to finish her dinner more quickly. 

“Hot date?” Shelly asked with a smirk when she noticed Yaz’s sudden determination to inhale her meal. 

“...Maybe,” Yaz answered slyly, her eyes twinkling in excitement behind her glasses, and Shelly grinned a little morosely. 

“Just leave some decent alphas on campus for the rest of us, okay? At this rate every decent knot in the school has been in your bed.” 

“Hey!” Yaz acted scandalised but really, she knew it was true. She had been industrious this year, to say the least. The rest of her protest was interrupted when her phone chimed again and she immediately cut herself off to see what DJ had said to her last retort. 

AlphaDJ: Image attached

Flushed with excitement, Yaz opened the picture immediately and felt her heart drop down to her stomach. The image was a pile of restraints – ropes, leather cuffs, collar, chains – all piled high on a messily made bed, like he’d just gotten up and dumped the toys onto the covers in his place. He had them stashed some place with very easy access; Yaz shivered at the thought. 

AlphaDJ: I thought you were a good girl, but if you’re gonna be a brat, this is what you’ve got waiting for you when we meet up

OmegaBB: Is that supposed to be a threat? 

AlphaDJ: Ooh, I knew you were a slut, but are you a kinky little slut too?

AlphaDJ: You like the idea of me cuffing you to my bed and knotting you through your next heat?

Yaz’s breath caught in her chest as she read the messages, the remainder of her food entirely forgotten. Her blood was singing in arousal, and she could feel her slick beginning to gather in her panties, making her squirm. As if he could read her thoughts, another message from the alpha popped up at that instant. 

AlphaDJ: Bet you’re soaking your panties just thinking about it, aren’t you baby girl?

Yaz groaned under her breath, feeling herself clench as she typed back. 

OmegaBB: So what if I am? 

She had DJ’s reply barely a second later. 

AlphaDJ: Show me

Yaz’s cheeks flamed bright red when she read the instruction, and ridiculously, she found herself considering how to obey without getting caught. 

AlphaDJ: Now baby girl, show your alpha how wet you are for him 

“She’s never gonna do it,” Jensen smirked over Danneel’s shoulder as she sent Yaz another message. 

“She shouldn’t,” Danneel agreed, her mouth set in a hard line. “But we need to see just how far she’s willing to go. If she’s out there sending pussy pics to random guys in public, then she’s even worse than I thought,” the girl scoffed, thoroughly unimpressed. 

“Well you’re not leaving her much of a choice there, Dee,” Jensen pointed out, bouncing on the end of his bed idly. “You’re being pretty demanding.” 

“Oh please,” Dee brushed off her brother’s criticism. “This is nothing. Plus she can always say no. She’s enough of a brat to stand up to alphas when she wants to, but clearly she wants to be the big slut on campus, so,” she shrugged, then swivelled her gaze back to her phone when the message notification chimed. 

OmegaBB: Image Attached

Danneel brandished the phone at Jensen smugly. 

“Told you so,” she quipped with a teasing smile, and Jensen kicked the chair she was sitting in in chagrin, so it began spinning lazily beneath his sister – twirling and showing her off as if she were on some rotating pedestal. 

“What’d she send?” he asked, trying to keep his voice only mildly curious so Dee wouldn’t think he was a total perv. Danneel was shaking her head as she looked at the image on her phone, as if she was disappointed in the response they’d gotten from their baby sister. 

“Hardly gonna get herself laid sending shit like that,” Dee scoffed, flashing the phone in Jensen’s direction. 

The image was dim, obviously taken in low light, probably beneath the dining hall table since she’d said she was still at dinner. Yaz was wearing a skirt – typical slut attire, Jensen thought inwardly – and her knees were spread so you could see a small peek of the black silky panties she was wearing. The soft flesh of her thighs curved enticingly where her legs rested on the bench she was sitting on, and Jensen swallowed a little harder than he’d intended as he stared at the bare expanse of skin leading up to his step sister’s most private places. Sure, he’d already seen her pussy, and it was a good one, but there was something incredibly erotic about the photos that only teased or hinted at something more. And the idea that she’d taken this in a room full of other people, sitting at a table surrounded by her friends, that had Jensen’s cock twitching in his jeans. 

“Uhm,” he cleared his throat embarrassedly when Danneel raised a quizzical brow at his silence. “I don’t know, that’s definitely risky.” He hoped his sister hadn’t noticed how scratchy his voice had suddenly become in the face of his arousal, but he knew he was wishing in vain. 

“Oh my god, you’re actually getting horny from this!?” Dee stared at his, aghast, before she broke into a fit of giggles. “God, boys are so easy to get to,” she taunted. 

“Shuddup,” Jensen grunted, sitting back further on his bed so he was leaning against the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest to hide any visual evidence of his current train of thought. “You can’t tell me lookin’ at pictures of omegas spreadin’ their legs when you tell ‘em to doesn’t get you goin’,” he accused with a stern look in her direction, but Dee just smirked. 

“I’m a little more discerning, thank you very much,” she quipped, but any further discussion of the issue was halted when Danneel’s phone buzzed again with a second message. 

OmegaBB: Image Attached

“Holy shit,” Dee swore when she opened it, and Jensen immediately scrambled to the edge of the bed to look over her shoulder again. 

“Fuck,” he almost whimpered as he looked at the photo Yaz had just sent as a follow up to her first – though he would never admit to whimpering, he was an alpha for godssake. 

The new photo still had the girl’s bare thighs and black panties in view, but now they were fuzzy images in the background of the main event. The lighting was still dim, Yaz apparently hadn’t thought it was worth it to risk using the flash, but she’d edited the photo this time to brighten it up a bit, oh god, Jensen was glad she had. Two of her fingers were held out, pressed together tightly, and glinting with trails of slick lacing back and forth over her skin. Jensen felt his dick instantly start to fill as he raked his eyes over every inch of the new photo. 

Danneel shifted in the swivel chair, the movement distracting Jensen from their baby sister’s slutty little fingers for a moment, and he noticed a tent in his twin’s sweatpants. He smirked triumphantly. 

“Discerning, huh?” he sniggered, and Dee jumped, her trance broken by Jensen’s comment, and she scowled up at him when her brain caught up with his taunt. “You’re just as hard up as me right now, don’t even try to deny it,” Jensen grunted, dropping himself back on his bed and blatantly readjusting himself in his pants, trying to make himself more comfortable. Danneel went back to staring at her phone screen. 

“Are you gonna answer that? Or are we just ghosting our baby sister now?” Jensen asked after a minute of silence with no movement on the part of his twin. She shook herself and immediately set about typing, showing Jensen after she’d sent it. 

AlphaDJ: Fucking hell baby girl, you really are a slut. You stuck your fingers up your pussy in front of all those people, just to please me? 

OmegaBB: Do I get a reward now? 

AlphaDJ: Rub your thighs together, feel how wet you are for your alpha. Clench that pussy and feel how empty it is. I want you desperate for me

OmegaBB: Fuck I am desperate, please

AlphaDJ: Please what? 

OmegaBB: I don’t know OmegaBB: Anything

AlphaDJ: Have you left dinner yet? You need to be somewhere you can touch yourself properly

OmegaBB: I’m heading back to my dorm right now

Danneel showed the string of texts to Jensen once again, and he couldn’t help reaching down to palm himself over his pants, desperate for a little relief from the aching pressure of his hard-on.  

“You gonna jerk off along with her?” Dee scoffed, eyeing Jensen’s crotch, and the condescension in her tone really set his teeth on edge. He didn’t know what exactly prompted him to say it, maybe he was just trying to shock his twin, or knock her down a peg. He just had the urge to challenge her, the alpha instincts in his blood bubbling to the surface in his heightened state of arousal. 

“Why not?” Jensen shrugged, aiming for nonchalance but probably winding up somewhere closer to frustration. “It’s her fault I’m hard in the first place, may as well let her gimme a hand with it.” 

Danneel blinked at Jensen, her warm brown eyes wide with surprise, but their irises were slowly being eclipsed by the hungry black of her pupils. 

This hadn’t been part of the plan. All Danneel had suggested they do was catfish Yaz for a little while, convince her to meet up, and then leave her humiliated, high, and dry when she turned up and was only met with her older step-siblings rather than a horny alpha ready to fuck her through her heat. She needed to be taught that whoring herself out around their campus on the university dating app was stupid, and pathetic. The twins physically getting off on it was never part of the plan, but right now Jensen was hard, and Danneel still was too from the look of her sweatpants, and he figured why the fuck not? 

It might be even more humiliating for Yaz to find out that Jensen had used her as spank bank material. That could really hammer home the point that she was just a stupid slut for allowing something like this to even happen in the first place. She would really learn to be more careful. 

“Gimme the phone,” Jensen stuck out his hand and Danneel handed it over, a look of intrigue on her face.  

AlphaDJ: Where are you?

OmegaBB: Just a couple more minutes from the dorm

AlphaDJ: I’ve waited long enough for you omega, find the nearest alley or bush or something 

OmegaBB: Excuse me??

AlphaDJ: Well you don’t have to hide if you don’t want to, feel free to stuff your fingers in your cunt in the middle of the quad and send me a video from there AlphaDJ: But I want a video of you fucking yourself in the next thirty seconds or you aren’t gonna like the punishment

Jensen looked at his watch, eyes following the second hand as it ticked slowly around the face, counting down the thirty second time limit he’d given Yaz. As he waited, he used his free hand to unbutton his pants and quickly shove them down his legs so they bunched around his knees, giving him enough room to spread his thighs and get his hand down his boxers. He groaned indulgently when he finally felt the skin on skin contact of his hand around his cock, massaging the aching extremity firmly in his grasp. Thirty seconds ticked by on his watch and he grinned maliciously at the phone. 

“Oh baby girl, you’re in trouble now,” he groaned, stroking himself more eagerly as he typed out an admonishment. “You’re not gonna like what you’ve got coming your way.” 

“What isn’t she gonna like?” Danneel asked from her chair, and Jensen noted with a small surge of self satisfaction that she sounded a touch more breathless than she had a moment ago. 

“If you want to keep reading, come over here,” Jensen jerked his head to indicate the empty patch of bed beside him. “I’m not gonna keep passing you the damn phone when I’m in the middle of somethin’.” 

Danneel looked hesitant for just a moment, but then she took a breath and left the chair, dropping herself down on the twin bed next to Jensen and leaning back against the wall in mimicry. Jensen watched, incredibly smug, as Dee’s eyes widened obviously as she read his last few messages to Yaz. 

“Now who’s pushing it?” she smirked at her brother from beneath her lashes, and Jensen felt his mouth go a little dry as she stared at him and he stared back. 

The buzz of the phone broke the moment. 

OmegaBB: Video Attached 

AlphaDJ: Better late than never 

Jensen typed out the quick reply before opening the video that she’d sent through. The angle was awkward, and he couldn’t really tell where she was except that she must be somewhere outside because he could hear birds chirping in the background. Yaz herself was clearly fighting to stay as quiet as possible, though the phone had picked up the faint sound of her fingers pressing into her body, forcing her slick to leak out around the small digits. 

Jensen let out a gust of breath as he watched his step-sister fingering herself for him in an alley somewhere on campus. God, the amount of control he had over her right now was intoxicating. Did she let all the alphas she fucked have this much power over her? If she did, she was really fucking stupid.

“God, look how small her hand is,” Danneel breathed as she watched the video next to him, and Jensen felt her shoulder brush against his as she pushed in closer to him to get a better view. 

“Imagine how fuckin’ tight she’d be if that’s all she ever fucked herself with,” Jensen mused, now jerking himself off in earnest as the video clip replayed itself. He zoomed in to get a closer look at her tiny fingers pushing themselves inside her pussy, splitting the dark pink flesh open invitingly as she rolled her hips down into her hand. “Too bad she’s such a whore, bet she’s barely tight at all these days.” 

OmegaBB: Alpha? 

The message popped up on top of the screen, and Jensen quickly minimised the video to answer. 

AlphaDJ: Such a good slut, fucking yourself for me

AlphaDJ: Add another finger now, show me

Jensen sent the demands and waited with bated breath, and while he did, he felt Danneel shifting beside him on the bed. When he glanced over, he saw her slipping a hand slowly into her sweatpants, and he grinned wryly. 

They’ve shared a room every year at college so far, so Jensen figured that Danneel must have jerked off with him in the room at some point in time, because he definitely had sometimes when he was sure she was asleep and he had really needed the relief. He’d never thought about it very much though, the idea that his twin was just as much an alpha as he was, and had the same urges he did. The sight of her sliding her hand into her pants while sitting shoulder to shoulder with him was surprisingly arousing for him, and he felt his cock leak a drop of precum out over his fingers when he teased them around the head. 

Danneel caught him looking at her, but Jensen couldn’t peel his eyes away. She locked her eyes onto his and he watched as the muscles in her face went slack as she sank into the sensations of pleasure that she was giving herself. God, she was fucking beautiful like this. He felt her gaze drop to his lips for the barest of moments before flicking back to his eyes, and Jensen licked his lips, only letting himself consider his next move for a second before he acted. 

Their lips touched uncertainly, each sibling testing the waters, judging if it was worth crossing this line and wading into deeper waters. When Danneel’s tongue poked out between her lips and danced over Jensen’s mouth hesitantly, he made up his mind. Dropping the phone on the bed, he reached out to pull Dee into him closer, cradling her cheek in his palm as he met her kiss with equal dedication, pushing his tongue into her mouth and drinking in the warm, familiar taste of his twin sister – familiar because it was so similar to his own. The phone chimed with a new message from Yaz, breaking their kiss, leaving both twins panting heavily and staring at each other with combinations of astonishment and trepidation. 

Danneel reached out for the phone and retrieved it from its fallen spot on the comforter. She clicked on the message and played the new video, this one showing Yaz pumping three of her fingers into her dripping pussy. 

“Tell her to go faster,” Jensen panted as he increased his own hand’s pace. Danneel pulled her hand out of her pants to send the text and her twin took advantage of the opportunity that presented for him. Working fast, he reached into Dee’s sweatpants and panties and pulled her cock free, moaning at the sight of it in his hand, the tip red and shining with precum, which he was sure matched his own. 

Danneel’s head snapped back and hit the wall when Jensen began to jerk her off. She breathed deep and luxuriated in the feelings for a moment before she shook herself and went back to the task of sending Yaz instructions. Jensen pulled himself free of his boxers and began to stroke himself and Dee more quickly, wringing his hand around the heads of their cocks at the same time and drawing simultaneous moans from both their chests. 

“Fuck, your hand feels good,” Dee sighed, bucking her hips up into her brother’s touch, and he smiled in smug satisfaction that the blissed out look of pleasure on his sister’s face was his doing. 

“Don’t get distracted, sis,” he admonished teasingly, nodding his head towards the phone that had nearly fallen from her limp hands. “Tell our omega to fuck herself good and hard for us.” 

“Shit, I like the sound of that,” Danneel laughed breathlessly. “Our little Yaz, our omega.” 

“If she belongs to anybody it better fuckin’ be us,” Jensen groaned, his own breathing becoming unsteady as he began to climb closer and closer to his finish. 

OmegaBB: fuck alpha feels so good OmegaBB: wish it was your fingers

OmegaBB: wish it was your cock 

“God what a fucking whore,” Dee whimpered, biting her lip to keep from groaning in pleasure too loudly. 

AlphaDJ: wish it was my cock too ‘mega

AlphaDJ: you’ve been a very bad girl, getting me hard and teasing me with your soaking cunt 

AlphaDJ: how are you gonna make it up to me?

OmegaBB: anything you want alpha

OmegaBB: spend my heat with me, knot me a hundred times, as much as you want 

AlphaDJ: beg me for it 

OmegaBB: please please please, need you alpha 

OmegaBB: need you to fuck me so bad, need your knot 

AlphaDJ: yeah I bet you do

AlphaDJ: can a slut like you even cum without a knot in their cunt?

OmegaBB: I’m so close alpha, gonna cum so hard for you 

Jensen just managed to push a small laugh out of his lungs, all his energy focused on getting himself and Dee off, but he found Yaz’s ignorance too funny. 

“What’re you laughing at?” Dee glanced in his direction, and he smirked wickedly. 

“Tell her she’s not allowed to cum,” he panted heavily, nodding at the phone. “She didn’t follow my orders earlier, she took too long sending the video.” 

“Fuck, you’re evil,” Danneel moaned, typing out Jensen’s instructions and pressing send enthusiastically. Then she pointed the phone in Jensen’s direction. “She should have to watch you cum while she’s not allowed to,” she smirked, and Jensen groaned as he felt his balls tighten up in arousal, his climax fast approaching. 

“Now who’s evil?” he grunted playfully. 

Dee turned on the camera and pointed it at his lap, focusing in close on Jensen jerking off. His hand flew over his cock instinctively, touching himself in every way he knew to push himself over the edge to his finish. He grunted when it hit him, his muscles clamping up as he shot over his fingers and stomach, breath caught in his throat and wheezing out softly as he bit his lip, trying to restrain himself from making any noise on the video that Yaz might possibly recognise as his voice. 

Dee quickly saved the video and sent it, along with a taunting message telling her how good it felt to cum knowing that she was being a good girl and following his instructions. Then she dropped the phone back to the bed and climbed over Jensen’s lap, leaning in and kissing him wildly, her hand pushing between their bodies to grab at her brother’s. She dragged his hand off his dick and brought it to hers, encouraging him to stroke as she ground her hips down on him, bucking into the channel of his fist, helpfully slicked with his own pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jensen groaned against Danneel’s mouth, sucking her bottom lip between his and biting sharply. “Wanna watch you cum, c’mon sis, cum f’me,” he panted, twisting his wrist over the head of her cock, hoping she liked it just as much as he did. He was in luck.

Danneel and Jensen were lying together on her twin bed, Jensen’s arm curled possessively around her dainty shoulders as they flicked through the messages they’d been sending Yaz earlier. 

“So,” Dee cleared her throat as she thought about how best to broach this topic. “You know how I’m kind of an evil genius?” 

Jensen snorted. “Um, sure,” he gave her a wry smile, and she hit him lightly on the chest. 

“I want to change up the plan a little bit, if that’s okay with you,” she shifted her eyes up to Jensen’s face and watched him curiously. 

“Change it how?” 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier… how you called Yaz our omega,” Dee trailed off, giving Jensen the space to chime in if he wanted to, but he stayed silent and let her carry on. “Well, I think she should be,” she concluded simply. “Clearly she’s too immature to take care of herself, since she’s parading herself all around campus like an all you can fuck buffet–”

Jensen snorted again. 

“–anyways,” Dee rolled her eyes at her brother. “I think she needs us to look out for her and put a stop to this, for good. So we make her ours, teach her how to behave properly, like a good omega should.” 

“You just want to fuck her, don’t you,” Jensen smirked suggestively. 

“And I want to watch you fuck her,” Danneel purred, trailing a finger lightly down Jensen’s chest and watching him shiver. “I want to tie her to this bed so she can’t go anywhere, make sure she receives an appropriate punishment for all the disgusting things she’s been letting other alphas do to her, then I want to fuck her within an inch of her life to prove that she’s always belonged to us, really. She was meant to be ours all along.”

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If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 12

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

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Tense medical situations. I’m sure I’ll botch medical terms in there somewhere lmao. 

Word Count: 2436

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

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She didn’t remember calling the ambulance. She didn’t remember doing CPR on him. She didn’t remember any of it. All she remembered doing was screaming. She thought she had lost him, and honestly, for a moment, the paramedics thought she might have. Had she not been doing CPR on him she would have lost him permanently. When they got to his trailer, along with a panicked Jenny, his fever was 105 degrees F. 

She vaguely remembered that Jenny was the one who pulled her away from him so that the paramedics could get to work.  There were multiple people all around her that were telling her that she saved his life, but honestly, she felt like she’d killed him, all because all the times he’d tried to tell her why he’d brought the pill that morning, she wouldn’t listen to him, and now, it’d escalated to this. 

“Sweetie, you need to calm down,” Jenny said, handing her a cup of coffee that Y/N took with shaking hands, but didn’t even bother drinking. “He’s gonna be okay, but he’s gonna need you in one piece when he’s allowed to see you again. You’re no good to him if you’ve given yourself a nervous breakdown.”

“This is all my fault Jenny!” Y/N whisper yelled at the blonde woman sitting next to her. “If I would have just listened to him, let him tell me what his intentions were, but no, I had to be bull headed and stubborn, and now this.”

“Y/N, you heard what that paramedic told you, and I swear to God that doctor is gonna spend time in federal prison over this! Rut, or Rut Fever did not cause his fever. He’s sepsis. He has an infection. Is he in rut right now, yes, but it’s from being in close quarters with his True Mate without consummating the claim. They even did the blood test to prove it when you both got here. Rut Fever doesn’t get that high, even when they’re feral. That doctor is a sick fuck who lied and neglected him and refused to treat him. Nothing you and Beau did, or didn’t do, caused this.”

Y/N wanted to believe her, she really did. But it was hard, because she’d believed the doctor so completely, even if it was subconciously. It had made sense at the time. Just when they’d agreed to fix it. It all went so wrong again. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. 

“I want to see him,” Y/N said for what was the thousandth time. He was critical when they’d gotten to Beau’s trailer, so the ambulance wouldn’t let her ride with them to the hospital. Every time she closed her eyes all she saw his limp body laying on that gurney as they carried him out of his trailer. It was an image that would haunt her nightmares for years, and years, to come. 

“When I went and asked how he was doing just now the nurse said that his temp was coming down, and that he was stable and resting comfortably. As soon as his fever is under complete control, and he’s awake, they will come and get us to let us see him,” Jenny assured her, but Y/N felt like it was taking too long, and rightfully so, she had some serious trust issues with doctors at the moment. 

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” she questioned, and Jenny dead panned. 

“The rut hormone is still very present in his system,” Jenny argued. “He is gonna wanna see you. Hell, when he’s ready to get out of here, he’s got to go with you if he wants to leave as long as the hormone is present. Which, from what I’m told, will be present until he claims you.”

Y/N nodded, looking down at the dark liquid in the cup she still clutched untouched between her hands. 

“That’s what’s bad about this biology we have,” Jenny continued. “Sometimes, our genetics, fate, whatever you wanna call it chooses for us. If he doesn’t claim you, or if he claims you, and you reject him, yes, eventually he will go feral and it will kill him. He knows that. You know that. But what happened tonight had nothing to do with any of that. He’s nowhere near feral.”

“Yeah, well, maybe biology got it wrong, cause it doesn’t really feel like Beau and I were meant to be. Every time we get close to fixing this shit, or one another, everything goes south in a hurry,” Y/N revealed, and Jenny nodded thoughtfully next to her. 

“You know, nothing worth having is ever gonna come easy, and I promise you, that man laying in there on that hospital bed is worth fighting for. He’s a stubborn, bullheaded Alpha, he talks too damn much. He tends to put his foot in his mouth. But that man in there loves hard, and I always knew he'd be a good Alpha for whatever woman is lucky enough to have him. You guys are meant for each other, or it wouldn't be so damn hard.”

Somewhere deep down, Y/N knew Jenny was right. She knew it. Still, sitting there alone in that hospital room, her ‘Alpha’ was very, very, sick, and she couldn’t see him. She felt like life had totally bottomed out from under her. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A voice sounded from the door, and Y/N stood up so fast her head spun slightly, with Jenny hot on her heels. 

“Yes! That’s me!”

“Your Alpha is asking for you. He’s awake and won't calm down until his Omega is with him. He’s in a deep rut, and is very agitated,” she explained as she led the way down the hallway of rooms and random room numbers that Y/N wasn’t paying attention to. 

“How’s the fever?” Y/N questioned, and the nurse came to a stop in front of a door with the number 11 on it. 

“Down to 99.8,” she informed her, and Y/N literally breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I’m sorry,” the nurse turned to Jenny, who was standing right beside Y/N next to Beau’s door. “But because he’s in rut, we can’t allow another Alpha in the room with him right now, the doctor said just his Omega, we don’t want him to get irritated again, and his blood pressure rise.”

Jenny nodded knowingly before turning to the Y/N. “Let me know how he’s doing. I’ve got to go back to the station.”

Y/N tried to attempt a smile, but it failed somewhere on her face, her mind was too heavy to smile. She had no idea what she was walking into with Beau, and now she had to walk into it alone. Sure, she wanted to see him, but she didn’t know if she was as ready to face him as she thought she was. 

The nurse opened the door, and Y/N stepped inside as it closed tightly behind her. Beau was laying on the bed, arm propped up on pillows instead of in a sling, IV’s and machines seemed to be hooked to him, and she was pretty sure one of those was a dialysis machine, and her heart dropped to her feet. Had his kidneys failed too?

Beau, hearing the door close, turned to look at her standing here, and reached for her with his good arm and her heart shattered. He looked pathetic. It was hard not to just sit on the floor and cry. 

“You scared the hell out of me,” Y/N admitted as she made her way to his bedside, and he quickly grabbed her hand on his own, holding onto it tightly. 

“I scared the fuck out of myself too,’ he admitted. “Apparently that doctor we saw earlier is a quack, and damn near killed me all because he was pissed you weren’t walking around with my claim on your neck.”

Y/N nodded, looking off out the window as a sudden realization dawned on her. 

“Yeah… Jenny said she was headed back to the station, but I got a feeling she might be going to rip that doctor’s throat out.”

Beau chuckled to himself. “Most likely.”

“I’m sorry Beau, I feel like this is all my fault.”

“It’s not,” he answered quickly. “The doctor said most likely they either didn’t clean the wound well enough, or there is a fragment of bullet left behind that caused an infection that got into my bloodstream and into my kidneys. The fever from the infection brought on a seizure that brought on respiratory destress. You had nothing to do with that sweetheart, that was that idiot doctor’s fault. As soon as they get the infection under control, they’re going to put me under and take a deeper look at the wound, probably tomorrow, and I’ll be fine.”

Beau grimaced and looked away from her. She panicked, and reached for the nurses button, but he stopped her.

“I’m okay, It’s just my rut,” he said. It’s just really hard not to pull you down here with me right now,” he admitted with a dark laugh. 

“I don’t think the hospital staff would appreciate that,” she voiced, and Beau just rolled his eyes. 

“You know, in Texas, when an Alpha is deep in rut as I am right now, they give the Alpha and their Omega a private room so that they can handle what they need to handle without being interrupted.”

“Beau,” she said, narrowing her gaze at him. “I don’t think that you’re physically able to knot anyone right now.”

Beau growled under his breath, and she had a feeling that if she would have understood whatever he was saying it would have pissed her off, so she left it alone. Alphas tend to be more than a little on the filthy side of the gutter when they’re in rut, and that usually means comments that were slap worthy. It was the first time she’d seen Beau like this since she’d picked him up from the hospital, which meant he was feeling better.

“Well, will you at least come lay up here next to me?” He pleaded, and he looked so fucking pathetic, she didn’t want to tell him no. He had a way of pulling a puppy dog face that would just melt her and she was pretty sure he knew what he was doing, but he looked so down and pathetic she didn’t want to scold him for it. 

“What if I hurt you?” she asked, and he rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“You’re not going to hurt me, Omega,” he insisted. “Just about everything they got hooked up to me is on one side, just... Please?”

“Fine,” she relented, narrowing her lips at him with disdain, but he didn’t seem to mind, judging by the victorious smirk on his lips. “But if we get yelled at, you’re explaining to them it was your idea.”

“As freaked out as everyone was when I got here, I’m pretty sure I could get away with murder,” he revealed as she settled herself next to him, and as soon as she touched him, she watched as his body visibly relaxed next to her. Apparently having her close really did help, he wasn’t lying about that. 

“How long have you been awake?” She questioned, and Beau sighed as he nosed around her hair, attempting to catch her scent the best he could in his weakened and somewhat incapacitated state. 

“‘Bout thirty minutes, I think. The doctor pissed me off, and that’s when they came to get you.”

“What happened?” she questioned, suddenly curious. 

“Well, he threatened to call Alpha protective services because I was in a deep rut, and you were walking around without a claim mark on your neck. He asked if you were the reason you weren’t claiming, if you were fighting the claim, and I snapped.”

Y/N sat up suddenly very angry. “Why the fuck are these doctor’s stuck on that?! I swear to God! So what, you’re in rut, and I’m not claimed! Did they ever think that maybe the fact that you’ve been, oh, I don’t know, shot, septic, and nearly died as a damn good reason as to WHY I haven’t been claimed!”

Y/N looked down to find Beau smirking proudly, and she would have slapped him had he been in better physical shape. 

“He didn’t ask that until after he explained to me that I was sick, and not dying of rut fever. I think he was just concerned that I even thought that, and assumed you were fighting the claim. After I nearly bit his head off and told him what happened at the rapid care clinic, and that we were about to carry out the claim when I blacked out and had a seizure, then kinda stopped breathing, he changed his tune.”

“Wait, that was a seizure?” Y/N questioned, and Beau nodded. 

“Apparently, the fever caused a seizure, the seizure caused me to go into respiratory distress, and then the ambulance showed up. If you weren’t doing CPR on me, I probably wouldn’t be here, or I’d be braindead.”

Y/N shuttered, and held Beau a little tighter, or as tight as she could without hurting him. She didn’t like to even think about what happened, or almost happened to him. It made her sick to her stomach. She came so close to losing him. She still somehow felt as though it was her fault. 

“When we get out of here, I’m going to finish what we started, the right way,” he promised, nuzzling into her hair and leaving little kisses to the top of her forehead. 

He was tired, she could tell he was tired just by looking at him, but he was alive, and that’s all that mattered, they’d worry about the claim when he was better. They would work it out. It didn’t matter, as long as he was still here and breathing, that’s all that mattered. 

“Sleep Alpha, I’ll be here when you wake up, they’d have to arrest me to get me out of the bed, and considering who you are, I don’t think that the arrest is likely.”

“It would be funny for them to call Jenny to have her arrest you though, kinda hot too.”

“Don’t push it Alpha,” she warned, and he chuckled to himself, no longer able to keep his eyes open as the amount of drugs and pain medication they gave him started to take its toll. 

Maybe when they got out of here, then he could claim her like he should have done the night she’d shown up at his trailer. Then maybe, just maybe, this hell would be over and they could start their life together…

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Ok I have been reading some Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader series and I kind of want more! I’m also wondering if there are any Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!Reader series. So if anyone knows any good Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader series & Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!Reader series please let me know!!

I’m also looking for more Dean Winchester x Female Reader & Jensen Ackles x Reader series. I wanna add more great fics to my reading list. I don’t mind if it’s here or A03. I wanna add more fics to my list! So send me those recommendations!

**Please no Dean x OFC or Jensen x OFC no offense to original characters fic writers but I prefer reader insert. They can have original characters in it just as long as Reader is a main character paired with Dean or Jensen. Also no series written in first person view(meaning none that uses I instead of You or She). When it’s written like I instead of You or She I feel like I can’t insert myself into the story. Also no incest stories they are gross I will not read them. No gross stuff like bathroom stuff it’s nasty. No huge age gap like if Jensen is 44 but reader is 22. That is too huge of an age gap. The highest age gap I go is 10 years since I am 10 years younger than Jensen. No underage fics either. **

Please send me those recommendations!!!!

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J3 Bingo Masterlist

After swearing off bingo challenges for life when the last one I did zapped my creative juices and left me unable to write anything decent for months, I surprised myself by signing up for @j3bingo! But, after managing to write a mini series, I once again feel the joy of writing, so let’s see how this goes, shall we?

I can’t promise I’ll complete the whole card, but there are some very interesting plot bunnies hopping about in my head for Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jared Padalecki and their characters with these squares!

Taken for Granted, Part One - Beau Arlen x Reader Free Space

Taken for Granted, Part Two - Beau Arlen x Reader Make Up Sex

All She Wants, Part One - Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader “Don't try to alpha me, it won’t work.”

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[holylulusworld]

Perfect Ending - Kinktober 17

Summary: Jensen finally got you in his room...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader

Kink: a/b/o roleplay

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, protected sex, a/b/o roleplay, dirty talk, a hint of fluff, rpf

Final sequel to New Discoveries & Greenest Green

Kinktober 2022

“Fuck, we should go to your room. We can’t do this here.”

Jensen is busy shoving your skirt up to your waistline. He doesn’t care you are in the hallways of his hotel, or that anyone could walk in on him and you doing the nasty.

“I want you,” he purrs in your ear. It’s like he knows exactly what to say to turn you into a mewling mess. “You’re mine, and I’ll show everyone you belong with me.”

“Alpha.”

“My omega.”

Jensen smirks against your skin. He will fulfill your naughtiest fantasy tonight to make sure, you will stick around. “Jensen, we really should go to your room.”

“Aw, my sweet girl suddenly turns out to be shy.”

He places his hands on the wall on each side of your head to watch you squirm under his gaze.

“Jensen, I don’t want anyone to catch us doing things we shouldn’t do in public,” you whisper, not wanting to draw attention toward you and Jensen. “Please.”

“I love it when you beg me,” he smirks now. His green eyes sparkle, as your lips part and you can only whimper in response. “I can imagine making you beg some more when you are filled with my cock.”

While you pinch your arm to find out if you are daydreaming once again, Jensen gets the key to his hotel room out.

“I will devour you…little omega,” he pushes the door open. “Get inside.”

You don’t have the time to even blink before Jensen pushes you inside the room and slams the door shut. He looks like a predator as he walks you inside the room and toward the bed.

He roughly takes his jacket off, throwing it somewhere on the ground as he forces you to walk back until the back of your legs hits the bed.

You fall onto the bed, yelping. “Look at my sweet omega. I can smell your slick,” you gasp as Jensen stays in his role. “I bet you are eager to get my knot inside your cunt. Hmm…you will make the sweetest noises.”

“Alpha,” you roll over to go on hands and knees. At the same time as you try to remember everything happening in the fanfiction you read, Jensen hastily undresses. His clothes end up splattered all over the floor. “Please, I need your knot.”

“Such a good girl,” you bury your face into the cushions. Waiting. Hoping. Whimpering. “I knew you’ll be the perfect omega to my alpha.”

“Yes, I’ll be so good for you.”

Jensen shoves your skirt up to your waist to reveal your soaked and half-torn panties. He hums, eyes glued to the ruined fabric. You bite the pillow to hold back a groan.

Your favorite actor takes his sweet time. He watches you squirm and whimper while fisting his cock. “I bet you are dripping for my cock.”

You shriek. Jensen just ripped your panties off of your body. He doesn’t seem to care that you impatiently wiggle your ass, or that you make a pained noise when he brushes his index finger over your clit.

“Please.”

“Patience, sweetheart.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Alpha, please.”

“Be good,” he slaps your ass. “No begging or your alpha will tie you down and use your dripping hole for his liking, and you won’t cum.”

You bite the pillow. It’s a struggle to remain calm as you hear Jensen get a condom out. He strokes his cock a few times before rolling the condom over his length.

“Shit, you look so good like that,” he grips your hips with one large hand. “I’m going to make you mine, sweetness.”

Jensen rubs his cock up and down your slicked folds, holding back a groan. He’s all too eager to fill you but takes his sweet time to make sure you know he’s in charge.

Pressing the tip in Jensen watches your reaction. You moan, and fist the sheets, waiting to get more of him. “Take me,” you cry out as he grips your hips and thrusts hard to fill you in one go.

“Fuck.”

There is no time to complain. Not when Jensen slowly starts sliding in and out, in and out until you start to push back onto him. You want and need more but he’s not willing to let you take control.

Jensen wraps one strong arm around your waistline to bring you to his chest. He holds you there as he speeds up to slam into you. “Je-nsen.”

“Fuck, that’s a good pussy,” he chuckles as you squirm in his hold. “I’ll keep you, omega. No other alpha will get this cunt.”

He gives you three, four hard thrusts and you don’t react to his words. Jensen nuzzles your cheek, acting as if he’s scenting you.

You forget about your favorite role, or that you wanted to meet Jared, not Jensen. And you forget that the man fucking you with vigor is still a stranger to you.

All you can focus on are his cock moving in and out of you, his breath in your neck, and his hands, those large hands pawing at your flesh.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine. “Alpha, please knot me.”

“Fuck, you are something else.”

He pushes you back onto the bed and covers your body with his tall frame. Jensen mounts you like an animal, groaning and cursing as you clench tightly around his thick cock.

“Alpha…”

“That’s so fucking good,” Jensen comes with a shout of your name, followed by profanities and praises for your cunt. “Fuck. I’ll have you on every surface later…”

“So…where do you live?” Jensen watches you snuggle into his side. After you did it for the third time, you wanted to leave. You believe it’s what he wanted.

Jensen held you back.

“Uh-Texas.”

“Don’t tell me you moved to Texas to get to know Jared better,” you roll your eyes. “Right. You didn’t move there to meet him.”

“I moved there for my new job, Mr. Ackles.”

“Not moments ago, I was your alpha.”

“Jensen. I should go now. It’s better this way.”

“No, it’s not. I wanted to know where you are living to make sure we can see each other again. If you want to, we can fly back home together and have a date…I,” he laughs. “I mean we already know we love fucking each other.”

“If you can behave, we can have a date.”

“Or-“ he rolls you onto your back, grinning, “we could join the mile-high club together…”

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 639

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway​​​​​​

*images found online

Prologue

Austin, TX

Mid-July

“Babe,” Jensen softly says in a low voice to the person seated next to him in the waiting room, “Babe,” he tried again, still getting no response. Leaning closer, his breath puffing into his ear startled Jared, his what is muted by the finger he’s been chewing on.

“You can’t do that, can’t have you getting sick.” 

Taking his hand, Jensen pulls it away from pretty, pink lips, gently caressing the finger. Jared had finally stopped chewing on his hands when Covid-19 became widespread.

“Where’s your gum?” Jared bites his lip as Jensen retrieves his pack and hands a piece to him. “What’s got you masticating again?” He inquires as Jared pops the stick in his mouth.

Jared chews the gum nervously, weighing how to answer the question knowing Jensen won’t accept anything less than the whole truth. “What if something goes wrong again because of me.”

Jensen’s brow furrowed. He learned years ago that while their relationship was equal, there were times he had to be the lead Alpha due to Jared’s mental state overwhelming him, as it had the last few weeks.

***

After the public announcement in March of 2019 that would be Supernatural's last season, and when finished with pickups, they would take an extended break and concentrate on their marriage.

Jared intended to stop acting indefinitely, pursuing other interests while Jensen concentrated on his music.

Of course, things didn’t end up how they planned.

Jared entered negotiations to star in the Walker, Texas Ranger reboot with being an executive producer, and Jensen collaborated with Kripke to audition for the role of Soldier Boy in The Boys' third season.

But by March 2020, everything halts thanks to the Coronavirus.

The shutdowns left Supernaturals' final two episodes with no definitive filming date while other projects were on pause until finishing that seemingly never-ending last season.

For the first time in years, they had the luxury of leisurely schedules not on a timetable, could communicate with friends and family uninterrupted, and deal with their other businesses and charities, leaving most days free to enjoy being together without constraint.

But even the amazing, mind-blowing vigorous sex on every horizontal/vertical surface that could support the two big Alphas filled so many hours, and, like many couples, they started getting each other's nerves and looked for another way to stay occupied.

By late May, Jared wasn’t sleeping or eating much, and leaving the house had become a chore. When he hit his fourth day in bed, Jensen bodily dragged him into the bath for a shower, then drove to his doctor’s.

During check-in, they informed Jensen only patients were allowed in the facility. Jared started panicking, saying he had chest pains and couldn’t breathe. They rushed him in with Jensen hot on their heels after morphing into an overprotective Alpha mate; no one was stopping.

Jared’s doctor deduced that the lockdowns prohibiting him from his routine checkups and periodic adjustments needed to his medications triggered this episode.

The first step was to wean him off his current prescriptions and change to a newly approved, alternative regime. He was checked in a facility for ten days under observation while detoxing off his meds.

His therapist switched his twice weekly tele-counseling sessions to daily for the foreseeable future, and Koda's certification as his emotional support animal was approved. His progress was slow, but he was returning to his sweet-natured, big-hearted, exceptionally tactical, overgrown puppy self.

When the surprise call from the clinic came a few days ago about an appointment opening, Jensen initially didn’t want it, still in his overly excessive protective Alpha mode. Jared’s outburst made him relent, fearing they were on a collision course for a significant setback if he didn’t.

And Jensen, being Jensen, went overboard to ensure the appointment was one hundred percent private.

tbc

Part I

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To The Victor : Masterlist

Chapter One: Meeting

Chapter Two: Tell Me Your Name

Chapter Three: Can't Be Claimed

Chapter Four: Business As Usual

Chapter Five: Hello Again

Chapter Six: Missed You

Chapter Seven: House Call

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